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Bi Biker Gang Bang
by Donald Elliott (donaldelliott11@yahoo.com)
***
Erectile dysfunction can be a real problem at an orgy.
(MMF, bi, oral, orgy)
***
My wife and I had a big fight last month. We'd fought
about the same things before, but this time it changed
my life forever. I was on her again about spending too
much money. She was mad at me for working long hours
and not being interested in sex when I got home. We
were both right. She was spending more than I made and
running up the charge card. I was wrung out and cranky
and managed to work up some enthusiasm for sex about
once a month or so. We'd been married a little over a
year, and neither one of us was enjoying it much.
Anyway, we fought more than usual that night, and I
just needed some air. Driving around, I spotted a bar
on the edge of town and went in for a drink or two.
That's all I wanted: a couple of drinks. I was not
looking for sex.
Even before I walked into the bar - when I saw all the
motorcycles in the parking lot -- I could sense that it
was not the kind of place where a well-dressed young
guy (I was 23) was going to fit in. Every other
customer in the place - and there seemed to be 10 or 12
in the small tavern -- was dressed like he belonged to
some sort of motorcycle gang.
They all looked to be in their 30's and 40's. Actually,
there were one or two women there, too, but they were
clearly with the guys, and weren't any younger, or
cleaner. These were big, chunky guys, too. Some of them
looked pretty fat, and others were hard muscled and
bulked up like weightlifters. I'm only five foot seven
and weigh 125 dripping wet, little of it muscle. There
wasn't a man in the place under five ten, and they were
all 200 pounds at least.
At the same time, while I was obviously out of place, I
had no reason to feel uncomfortable. I mean, I didn't
get any menacing glares or anything. In fact, everybody
pretty much ignored me for quite a while. Once in a
while I thought I sensed that people were talking about
me, but that was probably just my imagination. I did
seem to be getting looked at a lot, but again there
were no menacing stares or anything. It was almost like
they'd never seen anyone clean and well-dressed before!
Or, I smiled to my own joke, thin.
The bartender was an older black man of about 60. He
kept pouring me drinks and didn't say much. I was on my
third drink and beginning to really relax when Ray -
the name was embroidered on his jacket - sat next to me
and asked how I was doing. He seemed friendly at first,
so I chatted with him for a few minutes. By then I was
starting to get a strange vibration off of him, like he
was talking with me as sort of a joke or something.
Maybe his friends had dared him to come? Too many other
people were watching us quietly for the scene to be
100% normal. I began to suspect that he was jerking my
chain, and started to watch my words a little bit. I
wasn't sure if he was setting me up for a joke, or
playing with my mind, but I felt awkward.
Unfortunately, the way I handled my discomfort was to
drink more than I should have. Within another 20
minutes or so, during which a friend of Ray's sat down
with us, I was working on drink #6 and getting a bit
buzzed.
Ray and Pete announced that one of the women was going
to "pull a train" in the back room, and would I like to
watch? I really, really, didn't want to say the wrong
thing, but watching some skanky broad get gang-banged
on a pool table was both revolting and appealing at the
same time.
What was the right answer? Was I supposed to say thanks
but no thanks, and get out of their club now? Or was I
supposed to be "one of the guys?" The whole scene still
seemed not real, and the way Ray and Pete exchanged
glances with each other while chatting with me had me
feeling like some sort of insect under a magnifying
glass. These two guys were studying me much harder than
made sense.
Pete put his left arm around my shoulders, leaned in
close, and said "don't worry, Cherry-boy; she doesn't
bite." He laughed a little and said that I could watch
Delores get fucked by the whole group, or leave in the
middle. "Hang loose, man...." I wasn't wild about being
taunted with the nickname he'd hung on me, but I wasn't
sure what to do about it.
"Yeah, man," said Ray. "Come on back and watch some
hard fuckin'!" Ray put his right hand on my left thigh
and gave me a friendly squeeze. What was the matter
with me? These guys couldn't have been friendlier, and
I was getting all tense and tight-assed. I reached for
another drink as I got up from the bar and went into
the back room with Ray and Pete.
Everyone else was already there. The room had couches
along two walls, a pool table in the middle, and even
dimmer lighting than the main bar. As my eyes adjusted
I saw both women had taken their jackets and t-shirts
off and were bare-chested next to the table, kissing
each other feverishly. I had no idea which one was
Delores. All of the guys in the room except Ray and
Pete and I had fired up a joint. Ray lit one up for
himself and somebody I didn't know handed joints to
Pete and me.
The marihuana cigarettes glowed in every corner of the
room, and I stood where I'd come in, with Pete's arm
still around my shoulders, and began to mellow out. By
the time I finished my second joint I was slipping in
and out of reality in cycles.
The first real sex I noticed was when I opened my eyes
after nodding off for a few seconds and saw the
redheaded woman naked on the floor on her hands and
knees, getting fucked at both ends by guys who hadn't
taken their clothes off; they'd just dropped their
trousers. So the redhead was Delores. I wondered
briefly what had happened to the blond. Several other
guys were naked and had enormous erections, so I
figured they were the next team.
I was wrong. Ray and Pete loudly announced that
"Cherryboy's next!"
The redhead hadn't seemed to even know I existed until
then. She still had one guy's 8-inch rod between her
lips as he knelt in front of her, and she was slurping
it like mad. His dick looked big and thick to my
inexperienced eyes. I hadn't ever seen many boners
other than my own. The guy doing her pussy from behind
had shot his own load a few seconds ago and withdrew
his even larger penis as Pete spoke. I stared in awe at
the ten inches of slimy cock that he withdrew from
Delores's cunt. It dangled between his legs as he sat
back on his haunches and savored his orgasm.
I had only seen a few other guys naked growing up -
locker rooms and such - but had never seen any other
man's dick when it was erect. The dicks I'd seen in gym
locker rooms, even though they'd all been pointing at
the ground, had clued me in to the fact that most guys
had bigger dorks than I did, but this fellow's pole-
like penis was a revelation! My own cock was about 5
inches long, max, when I had a woodie.
I'd long suspected that "real men" hoisted 6 or 7
inchers. But ten? Jesus, what a cock that guy was
fondling. It not only glistened in the dim light with
the redhead's slimy cunt-juice all over it, but it was
still leaking cum as he stroked it. Lots of cum. I was
drifting in and out again, so I was not aware that, by
the time I turned my attention back to the red headed
woman I was scheduled to hump any moment, everyone else
had noticed me staring intently at the naked penises
around the room.
I also had not noticed, in my haze, that Ray and Pete
had gotten me a long way towards getting my clothes
off. My shirt was completely unbuttoned and my belt was
loose. They helped me take off my shirt, and then slip
out of my trousers, as they moved me towards Dolores,
the sperm-loaded redhead still on the floor in front of
me. Somebody handed me another drink, which I gulped
down without a thought. I was feeling no pain as I was
pushed down on the floor next to Delores and all the
guys started urging her to "pop Cherry-boy's cherry".
She kissed me clumsily and laid me back flat on the
floor. She tugged my pants off of my ankles and even
removed my underpants so that I was, like her,
completely naked. She then crawled up over me and
kissed me some more, while rubbing the front of her
body all over the front of mine.
My brain was on fire - I'd never been in so erotic a
situation before - and I kissed her back passionately.
I grabbed at her breasts and thrust my loins up at
hers. This was going to be a blast, I thought, just
before my mind wandered off somewhere else again for a
few seconds. Good grass.
When I focused on Delores again, she had turned around
so that we were in a 69 position. I felt one of her
hands on my dick, and her lips nuzzling my pubic
region, but I did not seem to have much sense of
feeling in my dick, and I feared I wasn't getting much
of an erection. Somewhere off to the side I realized I
was being laughed at by the unimpressed onlookers:
"Cherry-boy's a needle dick, isn't he, Ray?"
"Delores isn't going to get much out of that limp-
dicked sissy, is she?"
"Yo, Delores, your clit's bigger than his dicky dicky.
You better suck a lot harder if you want to get fucked
this week!"
I suddenly wished I was somewhere else. This was
supposed to be every man's ultimate sexual fantasy,
being part of a dirty gang fuck, but I was buzzed from
the joints and drunk and my southern regions were not
joining in the fun. The rug on the floor was rough and
dirty against my back and a room full of strange men,
some naked, were standing over me fondling their
penises and getting ready to join my grope. Maybe I
could speed this up and get it over with.
Delores was doing her damnedest to get my mojo working,
but I needed something more. I tilted my head up and
started munching on her cunt. I normally love
performing oral sex on my wife, and experience told me
this was likely to wake up my cock. Lord knows Delores
liked the idea: the moment she felt me licking her slot
she opened her legs and fairly sat on my face. I heard
her moaning in delight as I licked further and further
into her pussy.
The fellow with the dick twice the size of mine had
loaded her with cum, and I was getting a taste of sperm
with every move she made. Even while the thought
occurred to me that I was drinking another man's dick
juice, I realized that no cunt had ever tasted this
good before, and I licked and slurped with increased
passion. Delores noticed, too, and pushed herself up on
her arms and wriggled her cunt all over my face. She
was close to cumming, though I couldn't know that, and
she had abandoned any pretense of being interested in
my penis, which lay small and worm-like between my legs
as she moaned her pleasure.
A black biker who had been pulling his pants off for
the last few minutes suddenly stood at my ankles and
told Delores to "suck a real cock, Delores!" She raised
up her shoulders, grabbed his ass and slid his dark
pole into her mouth with genuine enthusiasm. He had one
foot on the floor on each side of my feet, and with my
legs now immobilized and Delores' more upright position
putting more and more weight on my mouth, I couldn't
move.
Pete announced that he wanted some pussy even if I
didn't, and approached the redhead from behind. I could
see him standing over me as I peered up through the
woman's crotch and behind her ass-cheeks. He dropped
his pants and pulled out a colossal dick of his own,
easily 9 inches long and as thick as my wrist.
"Kneel down, Andy," barked Pete to his black friend, "I
want to get her pussy up where I can reach it."
The black guy knelt where he'd been standing and
Delores didn't take her mouth off his dick for a second
- as he went down, her head went right down with him,
and her pussy lifted slightly from my sperm-slick lips.
Meanwhile, Pete had knelt right behind Delores and now
had a knee at each of my ears. His shiny penis swayed
right over my face as he slowly began to drill it into
Delores' very, very wet cunt-lips. It looked like I
wasn't going anywhere for a while.
I had no idea what Delores' mouth and the big black
dick were doing, but Pete and I sure had no secrets.
Delores raised her snatch just a bit off of my face and
that was all the room Pete needed. His beautiful dick
was sliding slowly in and out of the slut's pussy just
inches over my own upturned face.
In fact, his large furry balls were dragging back and
forth across my face on each stroke. Our audience was
really starting to get into the spirit of things now,
urging Andy to "blow her tonsils out with that black
dick of yours, Smokey," and telling Pete to "give
Cherry-boy some more sperm to lick up!"
"See what a real man's dick looks like, Short-stuff?"
sneered Pete. "That little girly dick of yours can't
compare to this tool, can it?"
One thing that surprised at the time was how much I
enjoyed looking at Pete's cock. It was much bigger than
mine, and looked like it would explode any minute it
was so hard. It glistened slightly in the dim light. It
was perfectly shaped with a thick shaft and a plum-
sized head. Why was I so entranced by this heavily-
veined penis moving back and forth just inches from my
face?
I was uncomfortable about not knowing what was going to
happen this evening, but at the same time I kind of
liked being surrounded by all these men who no longer
seemed to expect me to perform for them. Now that I was
just a spectator, I was enjoying looking at everybody
else's crotches, with nothing demanded of me. I didn't
have to fuck anybody tonight, it was turning out, but I
would get to experience a lot of other people fucking.
This could be fun, and at least I had a good view of
the action!
Suddenly Pete stiffened and jammed his dick as far into
Delores' pussy as he could possible go. He twitched a
few times and then was still. "Didja feel that load,
Delores?" he boasted. "I'll bet I just pumped more come
between your legs than anybody ever did!" "Needledick
here likes to drink cum from your pussy. Time to feed
him again!"
And he very slowly withdrew his cock, which shined
wetly in the light, and let it fall from her cunt onto
my face. Carefully, while holding my head where it was
with his knees, he slid his slimy dick around all over
my cheeks and mouth. "Didja like that, short-stuff?"
"Feel my cock on your fuzzy pink cheeks?" The smell of
their coupling was driving me nuts with passion even
though my penis STILL wouldn't get erect. The stink of
sex was all over my face and other than the taunts and
the ridicule, I might have enjoyed this once-in-a-
lifetime sexual marathon.
Delores lowered her sperm-drenched pussy to my mouth
again as Pete made fun of me some more. "Suck my load
out, Sissy-boy. You can't fuck, but you suck jism like
a champ! I'll be hard again in a minute, and maybe we
can cut out the middleman. Bet you'd like that,
wouldn't you?"
I didn't know it, but Andy had long since pumped an
enormous load of his sperm down Delores's gullet, and
another man had moved into place for his blowjob.
Because she was sitting up almost straight again,
wriggling her crotch around all over my face, he needed
to move forward to get his pole of flesh into her
waiting lips. My legs were in his way, and he sort of
kicked at my feet and ankles.
I was in a dream world of my own, still staring at
Pete's dick hanging over my head as his sperm poured
into my mouth from the girl's cunt-lips. I wasn't sure
why someone was trying to move my legs or what they
wanted, but I reflexively drew them up so my heels were
closer to my buttocks and my knees were bent. That
suited the guy just fine. He knelt down to bring his
dick closer to Delores' mouth, and he took my knees in
his big hands and lifted them up even higher so he
could get his knees in close to my ass and feed Delores
her next meal.
There I was naked on the floor of the back room of a
roadside bar. A whore I'd never spoken to was flooding
my mouth with the spunk of the second man she'd fucked
that night. I'd drunk as much jism as she had, though
she had another big dick in her mouth and would
undoubtedly move ahead of me in that competition pretty
soon. I guy I couldn't see was lifting my legs up and
exposing my pale white ass cheeks to a room full of
very, very horny guys. And, between the sex, the drugs,
and the booze, I wasn't minding as much as one might
think being turned into a sexual centerpiece by a gang
of horse-dicked thugs.
Pete moved aside, reluctantly I thought, and another
penis came into view over my face. This baby was black,
uncircumcised, about 8 inches long, and dripping pre-
cum in anticipation of either the redhead's cunt or my
face, it wasn't clear which. It turned out to be
Delores, because he rubbed his foreskin back and forth
on my lips for only a few seconds before ordering me to
lick her pussy while he fucked her. I'd only gotten a
few drops of his pre-cum on my tongue, but I realized I
liked the flavor. I wondered fleetingly if black cum
tasted different than white guys'.
Licking the redhead's pussy while she fucked somebody
was harder than I thought. At first I tried to keep my
tongue out of the way as that beautiful uncut black
shaft slipped into her now-swampy fuck-hole. Most of
the time I kept tonguing her clit as he slowly slid in
and out, but every once in a while they'd move slightly
and I found myself tenderly licking the underside of
his very tasty cock. After a few minutes I began to get
into the spirit of things again, and I didn't care so
much whose organs I was licking. Her red-haired cunt
and his warm black dick tasted exactly the same.
Pete hadn't gone far, and he cheered me on. "I knew he
was a pussy! Lick Roger's dick, you cocksucker. We're
all going to fuck YOU before the night is over, you
dickless faggot!"
This talk was turning me on more than it was
frightening me. Somehow this most unnatural scene was
beginning to feel very natural. I enjoyed being mocked
for my small dick, I enjoyed having my mouth used as a
receptacle, and I enjoyed most of all being, with
Delores, the center of so much sexual attention.
Ray smiled as someone off on the side yelled, "Skippy's
gonna pull HIS first train tonight!"
Some of the other guys moved in closer, and out of the
corner of my eyes I saw someone reach towards my body.
I felt someone twisting my right nipple and someone
else fondling my still-limp penis. Another hand was
stroking my ass cheeks.
"We're all gonna fuck you tonight, little girl,"
mumbled another black biker, as he ran his hands over
my stomach. "And maybe if you're lucky I'll fuck you
twice...."
I didn't expect what happened next. Delores quietly
raised herself slightly from my face, let the still-
loaded dicks slip from both ends, and announced that
she thought she was going to throw up. And then she was
gone, racing for the bathroom over in the corner where,
leaning over the bowl, she puked all the booze she'd
guzzled before the party started.
This happened so fast, and with so little warning, that
the big guy whose penis had been bumping her throat
looked down at me in puzzlement. He still had my legs
in his hands, a colossal hard on, and nowhere to go.
Roger's uncut joint was lying on my face oozing cum and
twitching like mad. I briefly imagined how neat that
must have looked, his shiny black penis rubbing all
over my pale pink face.
Then Roger suddenly noticed that, while I was still
licking his dong, Delores wasn't coming back and my
mouth was suddenly free. I shouldn't have been so
surprised when he started poking the end of his
foreskin between my lips. I was very surprised that I
loved it, and began to suck him as well as I could in
my upside-down position.
Pete must have read my mind, or else he saw how I was
straining my neck to suck my first dick. "Roll him
over!" he yelled, and Roger and the other guy both got
the idea at the same time.
They rolled me over onto my hands and knees, and the
guy behind me whose name I never did learn hoisted my
ass up and maneuvered me into the doggy position that
had served Delores so well. I could have waited until
Roger forced his beautiful black cock towards me before
I opened my mouth, but I'm ashamed to say that force
wasn't necessary.
The moment I realized that the first black penis I'd
ever tasted was pointing at my tonsils, I opened wide
and started sucking like crazy. Roger sat down on the
floor and my face followed his dick all the way down.
He opened his legs and gave me the chance to nuzzle his
furry balls and lick his scrotum. I grabbed his black
cock with both my white hands and sucked like a maniac.
About the time that Roger announced to the room that I
was the best cocksucker whose mouth he'd ever fucked,
the guy behind me started to slather my ass with
something oily.
"Open wide, pussy-boy. Fingers first, but my dick's
coming in for a landing in a few seconds."
It sure didn't feel like a finger in my ass, it felt
like a log. But he kept greasing and probing and
greasing and probing and I can't say it actually hurt
at all. It just felt really, really uncomfortable at
first -- and then it sort of tingled and started to
feel good. Real good. I moaned.
"You were right, Ray! Cherry-boy is a born faggot. You
sure can spot them!"
"I told you so as soon as he walked in to the bar,
didn't I? I told you I could get him to suck dick for
us!"
I whimpered in embarrassment, but kept sucking Roger's
enormous black pole. I didn't care whether I'd been set
up, or seduced, or raped, to tell you the truth. I just
wanted the finger in my ass to keep moving back and
forth forever, and the black log fucking my face to
give me some sperm to drink soon.
I got my second wish first. Roger held my cheeks
tenderly in his hands and announced that it was
"swallow black spunk time". He almost stopped moving
for a second and I felt his glorious penis throb and
twitch in my mouth like I was driving it crazy, instead
of the other way around. Then it pulsed and let loose a
massive squirt of sperm, the first I'd ever tasted
straight from a penis. I gobbled that first blast down
and moaned even loader as I tried to coax more and more
slime from his dick. There was plenty more where the
first shot had come from.
I was fascinated to notice how his orgasm changed as it
unfolded. The first load had been fired as if from a
gun, and Roger's meat jerked in my mouth as it fired
that first salvo. Then his cock sort of rippled and
pulsed between my lips several times as several
mouthfuls of cum coursed over my tongue. Finally his
large penis just sort of throbbed between my lips as he
squeezed even more jism into my mouth.
"This white cunt-mouth doesn't want to let go of my
cock!" Roger shouted with glee as everyone in the room
watched my shameless performance. "He's still sucking!"
That was true. I can't explain why, but I loved the
feeling of this powerful piece of meat in my mouth.
Roger was taller and wider and stronger than I was, and
his black power-stalk was almost twice as large as my
own measly dick. It was warm with lust, and stiff with
power. It throbbed and pulsed and connected me with
Roger's own rugged manliness. It just seemed right
somehow that a little guy like me ought to service a
real man like Roger. I belonged on my knees at the feet
of such a big man.
"If this girly-boy is half as good a fuck, I'm in for a
real treat, huh?" the man behind me shouted as he
finally pulled his fingers from my ass and lined up his
cock with my pink asshole. Slowly he pressed against my
tail end until just the head of his cock slid with a
pop into my virgin rectum. Again, it didn't so much
hurt as feel kind of funny, and after a few seconds he
began sawing his dick in and out of my upturned ass.
"I don't believe it!" the stranger crowed as I slowly
rocked back and forth to ease his man-meat into my
slut-hole. "College boy is fucking himself!"
What I didn't believe is that a black dick belonging to
a man I'd never spoken a word to had just exploded in
my mouth, and that another enormous black man I'd never
even really seen was running his dick up my ass. I had
always thought I was a normal, hetero guy. How had this
bunch known I wasn't? This was about way more than sex,
though I was loving the sex. This was about these guys
putting me into my proper place.
The second woman, who hadn't spoken a word all night,
was over on a couch getting fucked for the third or
fourth time. As soon as the stud she was working on
shot his load, she shakily got to her feet and wandered
over to where I was on the floor.
"Turn him over again and fuck him like a girl, Tommy,"
she said to the person belonging to the penis in my
ass. Tommy thought that was a good idea, so he rotated
me without even withdrawing his dick from my poop chute
and, after hooking my legs over his shoulders, began to
pound it to me face to face. Just like I was a girl. It
gave me the strangest feeling to be belly to belly with
this man. While I didn't mind the hard greasy pole
sliding in and out of my rear end, the feeling was not
particularly sexy.
My butt seems not to be an erogenous zone. It did feel
kind of full and warm, and the tight grip my insides
gave his dick felt vaguely pleasant. But what was
giving me the most intense sexual pleasure of my life
was being held down by this hard-muscled black man as
he lay on top of me and fucked me. I belonged under
him, it seemed. He was bigger than me, and he was
stronger than me, and his large throbbing dick made him
twice as much of a man as me. He held my legs firmly
under his arms as he plunged in and out of me, and I
loved what he was doing. I belonged to him.
The booze and the grass were wearing off now, and I was
able to appreciate my pleasure more, too. The blond who
had come over to us now turned herself around so that
her back was to Tommy and squatted on my face. Half the
men in the room had shot their spunk up her hairy cunt
in the last hour, and she urged me loudly to lick her
clean. And that is what I wanted to do. These men had
fucked her cunt, and I wanted to lick her more than
anything.
I went to work on her pussy like I was thirsty. If it
could possibly be so, I thought she tasted better than
the redhead. It didn't seem to take very long for my
deep probing of her pussy with my eager tongue to give
her an orgasm, which expelled more jism into my mouth;
I swallowed with delight. She moved a few more inches
and ordered me to lick her asshole. As nearly as I
could tell, no one had fucked her there, because it
looked clean and dry to me. I shook my head no in any
case, but Tommy decided that I ought to do as I was
told and he twisted both my nipples savagely while
fucking my lights out and told me to do as I was told.
Fortunately, her rear end was pretty clean, so nothing
terrible happened to me when I touched her puckered
asshole with my tongue. I guess it didn't do too much
for her, either, because she announced she had to take
a leak and started to get off of my face.
"The toilet floor's full of barf, Carol" someone said.
The blond looked over to where the redhead had passed
out in her own vomit on the floor inside the toilet and
groaned.
"I really have to piss, fellas," she complained. "What
am I supposed to do?"
"Piss on sissy-mouth!" somebody shouted, and soon
several bikers were chanting "Piss on him. Piss on
him."
I might have been paying more attention to Carol if I
weren't thinking about my penis. After betraying me all
evening by remaining three inches long, it was now
fairly stiff, and bumped Tommy's belly on every down-
stroke. I was playing with myself and wondering if I
could come just from the pleasure of having my ass
fucked by this big dude pounding away at me. I was
wondering to myself where my prostate was, and whether
Tommy's cock was touching it. When Carol actually
pissed on my face, I jumped.
"Drink my piss, baby," Carol crooned to me as she
slowly released her bladder on my face. "Lick it all up
and I'll give you a present...."
I swallowed some of her golden shower, but it tasted
terrible and I just kept my mouth closed as the rest of
her load splashed over my face. I did lick her snatch
when she was finished, though, which surprised me. I
must have been really out of it. Things I'd never
imagined anyone doing were giving me tremendous
pleasure. I didn't like piss, but it seems I really
like being pissed on, if that makes any sense. That fit
with what I'd felt a moment before: I didn't like anal
sex, but I loved having a real man drill his dick up my
ass.
Tommy growled like a big bear and announced to the
whole room that he was about to blast my ass full of
sperm. My asshole was so snug and tight around his cock
that I could feel his shaft swell and squirt as he let
loose inside me. He was so wrung out by our fuck that
he just leaned on me for a while as his dick softened
and finally slid out of me all by itself. Another guy -
a tall, bearded redhead - moved in to replace him and
slid his dick easily into my now-dilated butt-hole.
As he settled in between my thighs I groaned in
pleasure. My legs were free now and I tightly wrapped
them around his buttocks, holding him in. He was much
taller than me, too, so my arms came under his arms and
up around his chest as I hugged his hairy chest against
me. As I held on tightly to him he slipped his hot
shaft in and out of me again and again until I suddenly
closed my eyes and blasted my own load of jism all over
our stomachs.
He appreciated the compliment I guess, because the
announced to everyone that "man, this guy loves my dick
so much that he just shot his own load all over his
stomach!" A small cheer went up. I was emotionally
drained. I had never had such an intense orgasm. I
continued to hold the guy as tightly as I could and
started licking and sucking his nipples as I continued
to moan nonsense.
Now, everyone wanted a piece of me. Dicks slid into my
mouth one after the other, and each guy seemed to last
only a few seconds before flooding my tonsils with cum.
For a while I was on my knees, wrapping my arms around
the ass of each big man as he stood in front of me and
let me worship his cock. Many of the guys just sat on
the couches next to each other, passing beers and
joints back and forth while commenting on my talents as
I crawled between their legs and went from one prick to
the next.
The blond woman blew a few guys, too, and one time we
both slathered our tongues over the same crotch for a
while to have a sort of competition. Some of the men
scooted forward to the edge of the couch and made me
lick their balls and between their ass-cheeks. I was in
heaven. It felt nice to be the center of attention. I
got another thrill when several of the men stood over
me as I crouched between one of their buddy's legs and,
while I vacuumed his penis, they pissed on me.
Tommy gave me another whiskey and then fucked me for a
while, but before cumming came around to my head and
told me to suck his dick instead. It briefly occurred
to me that this was probably about the nastiest thing
one man could do to another. It was disgusting -
outrageous. I didn't expect to enjoy this as much as I
did. Somehow it seemed right for me to love his penis
so much that I would clean my own juices off of it.
When the big redheaded guy saw that, he came over for a
turn too. He screwed me for just a few minutes, fired
his enormous load up my ass, and then he turned me
around like I was a small doll and shoved his greasy
dong between my lips, too. I was on my hands and knees
again, with Big Red's penis sawing in and out of my
mouth, when I closed my eyes, thought briefly how good
it felt to be loved by so many men, and drifted off to
sleep.
When I woke up an hour later I was face down on one of
the couches. The room was completely quiet and somebody
was sliding his penis in and out of me. I heard music
coming from the jukebox in the front bar. I had no idea
who was tubing me. As I stirred and opened my eyes the
man humping my ass rolled me over and twisted my
nipples. It was the old bartender from the front room.
Everyone else had left, and he was taking advantage of
my availability for the first time after watching me
get gang-banged for hours. My ass had no feeling left
after all the action it had seen, but he didn't seem to
mind and he groaned as he pumped his sperm into me,
too. After he pulled his large black penis from my rear
end he moved up to the top of the couch and told me to
lick him clean, too. I guess he'd watched THAT part
earlier, too.
As tired as I was, exhausted really, and groggy from
the alcohol, I still enjoyed having what might be my
last dick in a long time rubbing around inside my
mouth. I not only sucked all the cum of his dong, but I
kept going until he was hard again. He had quite a tool
for an old guy; a big thick black monster twice the
size of my pale little pecker. I told him to sit down
on the couch and then I knelt between his legs. Using
my lips and tongue for all I was worth, I gave this old
guy the best blowjob of his life. There wasn't much
sperm left for me to drink the second time he came, but
even a little bit of jism is better than none at all.
I washed up a little bit before I went home, and
fortunately my wife was asleep, so I didn't have to
explain where I'd been or why I smelled so bad. After a
quick shower I went to bed. The next day it all seemed
like a really, really dirty dream. Every time I thought
about what had happened that night I would get an
erection. My wife got more sex that month than I'd
given her all year! Somehow, even though I was thinking
about cocks, the fact that I was having sex with her
made it seem almost straight.
I stayed away from the bar for a couple of weeks, but
eventually my feelings drew me back. I was really
disappointed that there were no motorcycles out front.
There were several pickup trucks, and I went in and
found three black guys inside, drinking at the far end
of the bar and talking to the old bartender. The
bartender looked up and gave me a big hello as I sat
down at a table.
"Hey, white meat, I knew you'd be back!" He left the
three truck drivers at the end of the bar and came down
to serve me a drink, and then went back to talk quietly
to them. The way they kept spinning their heads around
to look at me, I could imagine what the bartender was
talking about.
"None of your friends 'came' here tonight," he said
loudly, and then broke into a wide grin, as if he'd
just made a funny joke. I tried not to react to his
taunt.
"But that doesn't mean no one will come tonight, does
it?" He grinned like a fool as the three customers
looked me over intently.
"My friends here have heard all about your last visit,
and if you lock the front door the evening might not be
a total loss."
I chugged my whiskey and stared back at the three big
guys, staring at me. It sounded interesting, and I had
wondered ever since the first evening if I was going to
change my life forever or just chalk it up to one crazy
"walk on the wild side". On the other hand, my wife was
expecting me home in a few minutes.
I set my glass down on the table, got up, and walked to
the door. Then I turned over the hanging plastic sign
so that "Open" now faced inside. I also flipped the
lock.
"You guys see that sign?," I asked, as I walked slowly
into the back room.
But that's another story.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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