Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

... expression of pain quickly began to dissolve into wide-eyed amazement. That feeling was back, and even stronger at the angle at which Gerald was now plowing his defenseless pooper. His cock began dripping again in seconds.

"You know what it means if you cum from getting fucked by another man, Ian? I think you know what that means." She was fingering her juicy snatch just above his face. "It means that you are permanently, irreversibly, a gay cock whore. Youll be our little fag slut for life. How does that sound, Ian?"

The existential terror was battling the undeniable pleasure of having his gspot pummeled by the throbbing head of Gerald's man meat, and it was losing. "No, please make him stop, please don't make me... OOHH... please don't ...fuck...please... ungh...oh god...please don't ...don't fuck me... OOHH God fuck, don't ... ooh...don't fucking stop...oh god..."

This was the part Mrs Benedict loved. That moment of acceptance. The surrender to her husbands powerful dick, and the greedy wanton lust that immediately followed. As she watched the look on Ian's face change from defiant determination to pure slutty bliss, she gave in to her own orgasm, drenching his face in girlcum as she rubbed every last spasm of ecstasy from her big juicy clit.

Ian moaned like a little slut as Gerald's manhood destroying fuckstick nudged him closer and closer to an unavoidable mind shattering sissygasm. Gerald picked up the pace, making longer and deeper thrusts. Ian was getting ...

... longdicked by a larger older man, and there was nothing he could do about it but cum harder than he ever had in his life.

With a final girly squeal of defeated ecstasy, Ian felt the entire core of his being clamp down on the hot steel rod impaling him, and then a massive jet of his own cum hit him square in the face. It was humiliating but too late to stop it. His cock had a mind of its own and spewed white hot ropes of sticky sweet semen all over his shocked face.

Mrs Benedict laughed victoriously watching her two big dicked slaves enjoying themselves. Ian's cock still leaking in time with Gerald's thrusting bull dick. Gerald was breathing heavily and his thrusts became less rhythmic and she could tell what time it was.

The fat pussy wrecker was pulled from his now cavernously empty slut hole and he was pulled up onto his knees. Mrs Benedict knelt beside him and grabbed his head. He didn't struggle. He was hypnotized by the largest penis he had ever seen, at critical mass, and being aimed directly at him.

"Look at the balls on him, Ian." She cupped his sack with her other hand but couldn't get more than one swollen jizz factory in her little palm at a time. "How much cum do you think is in there? You want to find out?"

She wrapped her hand halfway around the meaty shaft and jerked it off just inches from his face. "You want my husband's big fuckin load, Ian? I want to hear you say it. Tell him you want all his hot creamy Daddy cum, that you're gonna be a good ...