Black Cock Teen It was decided that we would all go upstairs. I was the only one still captive.
They set about freeing me. As soon as my hands were loose I put them under me
and madly began frigging my slit. They laughed. I made quite a spectacle, my
ankles still bound to the legs of the bench, but with my freed hands shoved under
my belly and diddling in my cunt. Even though my bottom burned, and I wanted to
rub it, I was even more desirous to cum. Helene grabbed my arms and pulled my
hands out from under me. "Naughty girl," Helene told me. "I should have spanked
you more." I struggled to break free of her grip but she was strong, despite the
frailness of her body. She put my hands up high behind me, on my back. Johnnie,
despite the egg up his ass and the burning caused by the Natural Ice on his
penis, assisted her. My hands were cuffed together. Then I felt my chin lifted,
Johnnie did it, and Helene wrapped a dog collar around my throat. She made it
tight. Then she attached a short cord to the back of it and ran it down to my
wrists. I was forced to lie over the pillows, my legs still bound to the bench,
my arms up high and snug behind me, held in place by the cord running from my
collar down to my hands. I arched my bottom and wiggled my ass. I tried to break
free. I could not.
As I realized my predicament, my bottomcheeks huddled
together. "Gentlemen, allow me to show you the method by which you, Raul, will
enemize Johnnie," Helene grinned. There was mischief in her eyes. I was craning
my neck back to look at her when I felt Johnnie's big hands descend down onto my
head. Even as Helene tormented him with evil designs, he was still obedient to
her, even anticipating her desires. Helene went to the the shelf that ran along
the wall. She rummaged about and drew down a big, thick dildo. It had staps
attached to it. As soon as Rebecca saw it she shouted, "Helene! No!" but our
hostess merely smiled. She fitted the big prong to the front of herself, where
her legs met in a furred female triangle. "Come and help me, Rebecca," Helene
said to my aunt. "No, you must not," Rebecca said. "Are you being difficult,
Rebecca?" Helene asked. "Then you will feel it in you, too. And in the same
place as Johnnie." "Oh, I cannot!" Rebecca said. But with submissive steps she
approached Helene. When the woman offered Rebecca her back, my aunt laced the
dildo up between her legs and her bottomcrack and fastened it securely so that
the big dong hung off the front of Helene, looking very much like a real penis.
"Thank you, dear," Helene told my aunt. "Get a towel for your knees and get down
on the floor and show me your ass." "No!" my aunt gasped. "Do as she says," Raul
growled. "If we are to do it that way, I want to see you girls do it that way
first." Johnnie, glancing nervously up at Raul, kept holding my head, pushing it
down upon the pillowed bench. My aunt walked to the shelf where the towels were
piled. We all watched her bottom. It was nude, but clean. She'd wiped it
thoroughly. She took down a towel and came over to the bench where I was lying.
She dropped it on the floor. It was still folded. She looked at me. "Im
sorry," she whispered. Then she knelt on the towel. Self-consciously she bent
forward. She offered up her hiney. She pressed her face to the floor, putting
her cheek against it. Her ass waved aloft like a flag. Helene came round behind
her and, having gotten a towel for her own knees, she tossed it down behind her.
Then she knelt. She regarded my aunt's ass with Black Cock Teen I passed each other in our home without any signs of recognition. It
was as if we were in alternate universes, or ghosts. I did occasionally detect
a look of what can best be described as contempt from his dark, moody eyes.
Although several inches shorter than myself, Shaba was wiry and lean. When he
walked around the house in the summer with his shirt off you could see the
definition of his muscles on his skinny frame. And when Buffy visited Shaba would
lick his lips and leer at her in a way that was both obvious and discomforting.
If she had to pass him in the hall way he would not move and she would have to
squeeze past the shorter, black boy. His wide nose would flair, drinking in her
scent, and he would absently tug at his crotch.
"I don't like him," Buffy told me
one day as we lay on my bed feeling each other. "Aw, Buff, he's my brother. Sure
he's a little rough around the edges..."I protested meekly, stroking her
panty-clad pussy. She spread her legs slightly and continued to rub my erection
through my jeans. "He takes liberties with me," she continued. "Like what?" My
interest was suddenly piqued. "Well, a few times he had placed his hand on my
bottom." "He has? Why didn't you tell me? I would have given him a round
thrashing." "I know you would have. I didn't want any violence. And you're so
much bigger than him," she gazed longingly at the tent in my jeans, "in most
areas, any way." "What do you mean by that?" "Uh? Oh, nothing. Never mind,"
Buffy seemed to regret her admission. "No, honey. Tell me what you meant."
"Well, last week when I came to visit, I had to walk by Shaba in the hall. He
pressed up against me and took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel
his...er...organ, and it seemed very large."
I was flabbergasted. I did not know what to say. Shaba had assaulted my
girlfriend.
Buffy added quickly, "Only a woman of low class would be impressed by such
things, surely." Blacks On Blondes Galleries Tori Black Blacks On Blondes like?" Helene asked. "It looks like a fucking gun!" Raul said.
"That's right," Helene said. "And I'm going to blow your balls off if you don't
do just as I say. Get in bed, boy. Get in bed and make love to Johnnie. Like
you would to a woman." "God damn if I'll--" Raul began. Suddenly there was a
very small popping sound. A lamp near Raul burst. It had been made of china.
Now it spilled itself into sharp pieces on the table it stood upon, and on the
floor. Helene laughed. Raul and Johnnie stared at her with shocked eyes. "A gun
with a silencer," Raul gasped. "That's right," Helene said. "I could remove both
your penises with well-aimed shots from this pistol, and the neighbors wouldn't
even hear my gun go off." She smiled.
"Just because I don't have a penis, like
you boys do, doesn't mean a little cunt like me can't be armed and dangerous."
"You're crazy," Johnnie muttered. "Get in the bed," Helene said. "I'll report you
to the police," Raul said. "No you won't, dear," Helene said. "Because you're a
big, strapping man, twice my age, and I'm just a young woman. Can you imagine
yourself, down at the police department? What are you going to say, hmmm? ëOh,
officer! I was in this lady's basement, and a 19-year-old girl shitted on my
face. Then we went upstairs and I had to sodomize this guy because the lady
threatened to blow my balls off if I didn't.'" Raul frowned. "Damn," he said,
finally. He turned to Johnnie. "Get your ass in the bed." "Intimately!" Helene
said. "You men are going to learn foreplay today, by doing it with each other."
"She is a rather strange mistress," Johnnie said to Raul. He turned.
Self-consciously, aware of Raul's eyes on his bare ass, he climbed into the bed.
It was soft under him. He lay on his back and tried to stretch out and relax.
But his penis stuck up like a fencepost, hard and randy. Raul got into the bed
after him and lay down beside him. Raul's dick was hard and the two men's
penises bumped together. They both laughed nervously. "Kiss," Helene told the
two men. "Not on your life," Raul said. "Kiss or I'll shoot a bullet right up
your hairy ass," Helene said in a high-pitched voice. I felt Rebecca's arm pass
warmly around my waist. I looked up at her eyes. She smiled. Her hand passed
over my belly and touched my fleecy pubis. I reached for her fingers and took
hold of them. I drew her lower. She slipped her fingers between my legs.
"Mmmmm," I sighed. "Do me," Rebecca whispered. I put a hand to her dell as she
delved into my pussy with her fingers. We wetted each other's digits with our
juices. "Oh! It is so naughty!" I cried, gazing at the two men in the bed. Raul
and Johnnie exchanged a quick kiss. "Longer! Deeper!" Helene said. "Open your
mouths and French kiss!" Rebecca and I watched. It was sinful. The two men,
taking orders from Helene, kissed each other within their mouths. They fondled
each other's pricks. "You have a lot of hair on your chest," Raul complained to
Johnnie. "You have a lot of hair on your ass," Johnnie answered. "You sure have a
stiffie," Raul told the boy who was half his age, though just as large. "Yours
feels like a log," Johnnie said. "Yeah, and you're going to be feeling it up your
ass in a minute," Raul said. "Don't mention it. And most definitely don't laugh
about it!" Johnnie said, for the older man had burst into giggles. "Lick his
penis," Helene said. "No way!" Raul said. "He's young and strong and he has a
nice, big dick. Lick it," Helene said. She pointed the gun at Cuckold Mistress
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equally innocent of clothing. I could see Shaba's unbelievable long and thick
cock sliding in and out of my girlfriend's stretched pussy lips. They didn't
notice me for a long while and I watched in amazement, mesmerized by the sight.
"Oh God, Shaba! I never knew it could be like this!" hissed Buffy.
They had not seen or heard me. I stood stupefied, unable to move, speechless.
My sweet, virginal girl friend was gladly, madly fucking my step-brother! She
had never been willing to give it up to me, her intended, and now she was riding
Shaba's horse cock. And she didn't even like Shaba.
An odd thing happened. I noticed, to my horror, that my penis was getting hard.
I tore my eyes away from Buffy's cute, stretched pussy and looked at the front of
my pleated slacks. Yes, there was a small tent growing there. I couldn't
understand it. I had seen documentaries on animals on TV, where the dominant
male in a troop of, say, monkeys was mounting one of the females. The
subdominant males would sit around and watch, all of them sporting chubbies.
Buffy was picking up speed as her twat loosened up. Shaba was matching her
downward stroked by upward strokes of his own. His legs were spread widely on
the bed for maximum leverage, and his large balls bounced up and down on his
shaft. Shaba would hit bottom in Buffy's vagina with a jolt, two or three inches
of unused penis still showing. With each thrust Buffy would moan. Their fucking
was making slurping sounds. Shaba's wide, black hands cupped and kneaded my
love's round, white ass. He dug his fingers into her butt so hard that I knew
she would have bruises tomorrow. Then he slid one hand around and slipped his
long middle finger into her pursed, pink asshole. The effect was immediate.
Buffy began thrashing on his cock, her head twisting from side to side. Her
whole body appeared to vibrate and she let out a low scream.
"Oh, Shaba! That
was fantastic!" Black Cock Slut Stories Cuckolding ass. The men laughed, watching it. I cried out in alarm. The men
grew erect, watching me. Their laughter became nervous. I felt a tenseness in
Johnnie's grip. His eyes must have stared at Raul's cock as it became elongated.
He knew the full length of it would soon penetrate his ass. When it was over, I
lay a long time over the pillows. Johnnie wet a towel with champagne and bathed
my face. Helene kissed my bottomcheeks. I felt violated, open. My bottomhole
puckered upon the air when the dong was withdrawn, as if seeking something more.
But there was no sperm to be given. It was a fake prick. It could only be used
to open, not to fill. Helene inserted her tongue in my hole as compensation,
making me wriggle. I didn't like that. It made me feel like I was being eaten.
"Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow," Helene said finally, growing weary of toying
with my bottom. She rose and unbuckled the penis from her crotch. I heard it
clatter to the floor. "Come, let's go upstairs, and bathe," Helene said. "Then
it will be time for you men to share a bed together!" I was helped up from the
bench. I left behind pillows stained with pee. My juices, too, had been vented
upon the pillows, by the inquisitive fingers of Helene up inside my twat as she
pummeled my ass. I put my small hands to my bottom and rubbed it.
Oh, how it
burned! There were strong red lines imprinted across it, their imprint still hot
on my tush. Within, between the cheeks, I felt as if a long, hot poker had been
repeatedly jabbed in me. Yet mingled with the pain was a sense of pleasure.
She'd frigged my slit expertly, making me orgasm repeatedly over the pillows.
Rubbing my ass, I looked at Helene. "You are wicked," I said to her. She smiled.
I felt the edges of my lips smiling back and tried hard to look sad. I did not
quite manage it. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her breasts pressed against
my own. My nipples sparked fire against her shirt. When she drew away, I found
my mouth wishing she would kiss it again. I threw myself to my knees. "Oh,
mistress!" I blathered. Hungrily I kissed her dell. I do not know now why I did
it. I was possessed. How she had hurt me! And yet, where the big penis had
been, now there was only the furring of her nest. I licked within it, as if
searching for the missing member, wishing for it to grow out of her and impale me
again. But she was only a girl. The big, horrible dong lay greasily on the
floor, near her feet. I tongued her, making her laugh. "Come, darling. Such a
good sport you are!" Helene said to me. She pulled me by my hair to my feet. I
glanced down at the prick on the floor. It was still as hard as it had ever
been. I looked away. Such an awful thing it was!
I patted Helene's nest, as if
to assure myself that she wore it no more. It was simply an unattached thing,
lying nakedly on the floor. It couldn't harm me unless someone wore it. I felt
deeper in her nest and she laughed again. I smiled. "I'm safe now," I whispered.
"Oh?" Helene asked. With my fingers in her snatch, I followed her eyes. They
glanced at Raul's penis, then at Johnnie's. "Yeek! I forgot about them!" I said
in a silly voice. "It's alright. You are only 13," Helene said to me. She drew
my fingers out of her pussy. She put my fingertips, wet with her dew, to her
lips. She kissed them. "Cum, dear. You have much to learn," Helene told me.
With swinging hips I walked upstairs, Helene holding my hand, Rebecca following.
Johnnie and Raul came last. Their 
Black Coock Cuckhold I placed my hands on his muscular thighs and tried to push him away
but he was much stronger than I had thought possible. Try as I might I could not
dislodge his prick from my stretched lips. "Stop! You'll kill him! Can't you
see he's turning blue?" Buffy pleaded.
I was near blacking out when Shaba suddenly put both of his hands on the back of
my head and began thrusting his hips wildly, forcing the spongy head of his cock
against the back of my throat. I looked up and saw that his eyes had rolled back
into his head. All I could see was the whites of his eyes. Then I felt a large,
hot gob hit the back of my throat. Then another. And yet another. I swallowed
instinctively, trying desperately to keep my airway open.
Shaba's lips were curled into a cruel sneer and spittle was flying from his lips
as he shot wad after wad into my gullet. I could feel his cock pulse with each
mighty eruption with my tongue, a large knot moving down the underside of his
cock with each shot. I could feel his sperm burn all the way down my esophagus
to my stomach. So far back into my mouth was Shaba shooting his seed that I
couldn't taste it. It had completely missed my tongue.
Shaba's knees were half bent and he kept up an unbelievable thrusting by pivoting
his hips. He was fucking my skull, his torso finally bending over my head so
that all I could see was his dimpled belly before my eyes. He was lifting
himself off the ground on the toes of his feet, reminding me of a naughty dog
humping one's leg.
At last his thrusts became ragged, irregular, and then stopped altogether. For
what seemed like an eternity he stayed wrapped around my head, his sweat dripping
and stinging my eyes. Then slowly, he began pulling that long thing out of my
mouth. It flopped downward after it cleared my lips and hung heavily, wet with
my spit, over his bloated balls. I marveled at it still. Even now, deflating,
it's foreskin creeping over Cuckold Small was now boning
the boy in his backside with long, sliding strokes. He would arch his own bottom
backward, drawing his penis back with it, offering Johnnie the tantalizing hope
that he might actually pull out of him. Then, when Raul had removed himself
right down to the bulbous head of his cock, he would suddenly thrust his hips
forward again, provoking a cry from Johnnie as he slid the whole length of
himself back up inside him. "No-- No you're not!" Johnnie said. There was
desperation in his voice. Raul gripped his penis and yanked on it rhthmically,
keeping Johnnie on the verge of cumming even as Raul, wedged up in Johnnie's ass,
fought his own need to cum. "Don't spurt out your load until I tell you to," Raul
warned Johnnie. "What-- you want us to cum together?" Johnnie gasped. "Like a
man and a woman?" "Of course," Raul replied. "We're lovers now, you and I." "No
we're not!" Johnnie groaned. "Oook! Take your finger out of my ass!" I
complained to my aunt. Yet as I said it, I bent over, and clutched my knees.
I offered up my hiney. I gave it a quick backward thrust, making her enter me even
more deeply. "Yes," Rebecca whispered, standing over me. She copied Raul,
jamming her finger into me, then pulling it back, then sticking it up me again,
never quite withdrawing it, but rather stroking the inside of my backside with
it. It felt awkward, but wonderful. I wondered if this was how guys joining the
military had their anuses inspected. I'd been told they had to show their ass to
a doctor before they could be let into the Army. Did he (or she?!) just look at
it, or did Doctor stick his finger up in it, to make sure it was healthy all the
way up inside? Helene's gun went off suddenly. It surprised us all, though no
one broke the intimate contact they were experiencing. The bullet grazed Raul's
backside and made a big, splintering hole in the headboard of the bed. "Damn!"
Raul gasped. He began working himself in Johnnie's ass more forcefully.
Helene put the smoking gun in her mouth. "Oooh. It's warm," she said, licking the
barrel. Bent over, I frigged my slit. How awful and dangerous it was, all of us
naked, and a live gun firing off into our midst. Even Helene, who should have
known better, and been more careful, was inspired by it. The long barrel, it's
warmth, its potential to change forever the body of anyone she hit with it.
"Blam! Blam! Blam!" Helene took the gun from her mouth and began firing
randomly around the room. She didn't aim it at anyone, in fact, she aimed to
miss us. I shouted with fright. Yet there was something else mixed in with my
fright, for I remained bent over, frigging my slit and working my hips in time to
Rebecca's intrusive finger. "Oh, stop!" my aunt told Helene. Yet she herself
kept her finger in me, and kept diddling her slit with her hand. "Watch where
you're pointing that!" Johnnie groaned. I laughed, for it sounded like he might
be referring to Raul's penis, which was, quite pointedly, sticking straight up
his behind. "Oh, I want to kill someone!" Helene shouted. She put the barrel of
the gun in her mouth again. "Yikes! This is hot!" she said.
She couldn't lick it now. It was too hot from firing too many bullets. She ran to the window. She
threw up the sash. Then, afraid she might kill one of us, or even herself, she
tossed the gun out the window. It went spiralling down to the lawn but if it
fired again when it hit the ground, none of us heard, for we were wrapped up in
our lust and the gun had a silencer on it. 
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was as if we were in alternate universes, or ghosts. I did occasionally detect
a look of what can best be described as contempt from his dark, moody eyes.
Although several inches shorter than myself, Shaba was wiry and lean. When he
walked around the house in the summer with his shirt off you could see the
definition of his muscles on his skinny frame. And when Buffy visited Shaba would
lick his lips and leer at her in a way that was both obvious and discomforting.
If she had to pass him in the hall way he would not move and she would have to
squeeze past the shorter, black boy. His wide nose would flair, drinking in her
scent, and he would absently tug at his crotch.
"I don't like him," Buffy told me
one day as we lay on my bed feeling each other. "Aw, Buff, he's my brother. Sure
he's a little rough around the edges..."I protested meekly, stroking her
panty-clad pussy. She spread her legs slightly and continued to rub my erection
through my jeans. "He takes liberties with me," she continued. "Like what?" My
interest was suddenly piqued. "Well, a few times he had placed his hand on my
bottom." "He has? Why didn't you tell me? I would have given him a round
thrashing." "I know you would have. I didn't want any violence. And you're so
much bigger than him," she gazed longingly at the tent in my jeans, "in most
areas, any way." "What do you mean by that?" "Uh? Oh, nothing. Never mind,"
Buffy seemed to regret her admission. "No, honey. Tell me what you meant."
"Well, last week when I came to visit, I had to walk by Shaba in the hall. He
pressed up against me and took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel
his...er...organ, and it seemed very large."
I was flabbergasted. I did not know what to say. Shaba had assaulted my
girlfriend.
Buffy added quickly, "Only a woman of low class would be impressed by such
things, surely." Black Cock Teen the two men.
It looked big in her hands. It wavered, as if she was a little afraid of it, yet
she had a determined look in her eyes. Raul gulped and slid down Johnnie's body.
"Sorry about this, old boy," Raul said to Johnnie. "Yo! Don't make me cum!"
Johnnie gasped as he felt Raul's mouth connect wetly with his penis. "Do you
think I want your sperm shooting all over my face?" Raul snarled. "Well it feels
strange. When's the last time you shaved?!" Johnnie gasped. His dick quivered
against the man's lips. "I swear, if this big banana of yours spurts in my face,
I'll yank your dick off. You won't have to worry about Helene shooting it off,"
Raul told Johnnie. "Ack! Then be careful with your tongue!" Johnnie complained.
"You're licking me like you're a girl." "That's how I'm supposed to do it--
dick!" Raul answered. "God damn, don't lick the head!" "Do you think I *want* to
lick your pee hole? She's pointing a fucking gun at me!" Raul replied. "Well,
lick faster or slower or-- God-- I can barely hold it back, this feels so
strange!" Johnnie cried. "That's it. Get on your knees. I'm going to ream your
ass now and get this over with!" Raul said.
There was disgust in his voice.
"Where's the vaseline? I can't do it without vaseline." "On the night stand,"
Helene answered. Johnnie was made to present his bare, hairy haunches to Raul. It
looked strange seeing two men poised in such an intimate encounter; Johnnie,
kneeling anxiously, his big thing stiff and hanging down between his legs,
swaying under his stomach, while behind him, equally hard, with a big
sausage-like dick of his own, was Raul. The older man found the vaseline and
proceeded to grease his dick with it. It took several minutes, for his dick was
large and he wanted to be sure he made it slippery enough that it could penetrate
Johnnie's virgin ass with relative ease. Johnnie waited. He glanced over at me.
His eyes didn't look at my face but instead at the declivity between my own
legs, where I was without that which was so important to him. My space between
the front of my thighs seemed to invite penetration. His, on the other hand,
growing a penis there, could hardly be said to invite penetration; instead it
promised it. Yet there he was, despite his big penis, showing his ass to Raul
and waiting for the well-hung man to stab him in his backside.
My pussy felt
moist as I watched. I put my hand between my legs and, gazing at Johnnie's hard
penis as his eyes penetrated my cunt, I began to massage myself in my slit. I
thought to hide it as modesty, keeping his eyes away, but when I gave a quick
moan of pleasure it was obvious that my hand wasn't within my legs to make me a
good girl. Johnnie grinned, but it was a nervous grin, for now Raul, having
spread vaseline over his own dick, was putting a finger deftly between Johnnie's
split ass to oil his hole. "Hey!" Johnnie gasped. "Relax, it's just my finger,"
Raul told him. "Yes, but it's going in me to prepare me for your--" Johnnie
quailed, gritting his teeth as Raul's digit stabbed up his ass. The end of his
sentence was lost in an agonized grunt as he felt Raul's finger. The older man
stuck it up his ass quickly, going deep as his finger was long, leaving Johnnie
to gasp and waggle his cock around as he was pentrated from behind. "Hmmm.
What's this? There appears to be some kind of blockage," Raul said, feeling with
his finger up inside Johnnie's ass.
"It's the egg!" Johnnie shouted. "You're
pushing it in deeper!" "Hmmm, I can't get hold of it, it keeps