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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #23 (True,mm,oral,fantasy,mfff,anal)
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Sex.
                  The great obsession.
                  These are the stories of my lives.  
                  Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans
and slick fluids.
                  The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a
virtual exhibitionism.  I am able to fuck and get fucked in public.
    There is no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my
"normal" friends would consider me a deviant reprobate.  All of us
voyeurs can watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the
perverse things that I have done and that have been done to me -
things that I have never told anybody.
                  All of the stories written here are true.  I have
been eroticized all sorts of details in order create hot sex - but the
the actual "scenarios" happened.  In truth, sometimes the reality was
far less interesting, exciting or pleasant.  But my purpose is to make
you hard and wet.   For comments, whatever - Write me at
Strangesub@yahoo.com

    My Sex Life #23
     Is Greg Turning into a Homo?
  
   My life became more complicated.
   I had done the most unbelievable things; I had done them more or
less publicly, and now I had to deal with it.
   I woke up from my stupefied sleep in the late afternoon and went
and took a shower.  I spent awhile cleaning myself after all of the
piss and oil and bizzaro land I had gone through.  However, in the
shower, as I soaped up my still hairless body, I managed to give
myself a hard on fantasizing about everything that was done to me.  I
wondered what it would have been like if I let Mr. Sanders really fuck
me up the ass. I began playing with my asshole, slipping a soapy
finger into the tight opening and imagining what it would be like to
have another cock up there.  I added another finger, and started
fucking my hand with my ass.  I fantasized at getting fucked at that
rock music orgy.........

   ........My whole body started convulsing with sensory overload as
the lead singer's cockhead slid into me, expanding my tight asshole
ring wider and wider to the point  that I  felt like he was tearing me
apart.   But they continued holding me in place, forcing me to
accommodate them.  My own cock was throbbing, quivering on the brink
of orgiastic splendor.  I was captured by this submissive eros.
    The insides of my ass were on fire as he penetrated deeper and
deeper. I felt every inch of his piercing fuckpole as he ravaged my
burning asshole.  It felt like a fiery log was being shoved into me.
    "Yeah, you are tighter than a virgin," he crooned, pulling back a
little, then grabbing my hips, he shoved his big cock home.
     "Unnngghhhhh," I tried to scream as he split me open.
     "This arsehole is pure cherry," he grunted as he began fucking my
ass.
     "Nnnnnnghhhh," I whimpered around Bill's massive pumping cock as
I felt his full hard meat bury itself deep within my hot bowels, the
rim of my spread open ass stretched beyond anything nature ever
intended.
    "UNGH, Ungh, ugnh, ungh, ughn," I grunted loudly with each new
painful thrust.
    I tried to protest between my own exclamations - "PLeeease...
UNgh, ungh,  ttoooo....  ungh, ughn,  bigg.... UHHHH....."
    He continued to ram his long hard cock in and out of my burning
asshole.   My hips were shaking and I suddenly went over the edge, the
fire of the hard cock in my ass spreading to my whole body.
    I started spasming in orgasm as I reached a plateau of white
light, still gasping for breath after Bill's log was pulled from my
throat; my abused asshole clutching around the cock pumping in and out
of me; my own stiff member deep within the hot fuck hole of a naked,
nubile adolescent, crushing her under our combined fuck thrusts.
    "AAAAhhhh," I screamed, feeling my fiery cum bursting from my
prick as the lead singer's hard dick slid in and out of my flaming
asshole.
    "Uuuuooohhhhhhhh," I moaned in pain as the burning fire turned
into a scorching, torrid sensation that sent my sperm shooting.
    "Goooddd, uh, uh, oh,oh, oh," I panted as each new thrust sent me
farther over into the total oblivion of orgasming frenzy.
    "AAHHhhhhh!"  I cried as he again slammed his full length into my
sodomized butt.
    My  anal ring clenched around his pounding manhood as he thrust
and withdrew, in and out, faster and faster, fucking my wounded
asshole as I continued to come.
   "Uh! ... Uh! .. Uh!...UH.....UH......UHhhh," I grunted as he
hammered into me, his balls smacking lewdly against my bouncing buns.
   The carnal sensuality was unbearable.  All that existed was my
burning asshole getting fucked by the lead singer's hard cock.  In and
out he thrust.  Each stroke adding a new level of erotic pain as my
own hard organ was pumped dry.....
  
    .....With my fingers jammed up my asshole, my sperm shot out onto
the wall of the shower where it was slowly washed down the drain.
    After I recovered from this fantastic fantasy induced orgasm, I
was scared or depressed in a perverse sort of way.   First of all, I
was jerking off in this very public shower, my hand shoved up my
asshole.  Why was I taking these bizzaro chances. Was I an
irretrievable homo?  Two major thoughts played in my head.   One - was
I going to continue to shave myself in order to please that horny old
pervert, Mr. Sanders? I didn't particularly want to repeat those
sexual experiences, no matter how much they turned me on.  But now I
was wondering if I should let him fuck me.  How the hell would I
explain my shaved body to Pamela? Or to Todd?  Or anyone else who
might see me naked, for that matter?  I could fuck everything up in my
life....
    Then again, it made me hard thinking about it.  I loved the soft,
silky, naked feel of my skin.  And, it's five hundred fucking dollars.
That's was worth a lot of embarrassment and perversion.  Hell, that
was worth any embarrassment and perversion.  Here I was, a guy who
could barely get laid at Dunwoody, and some old man was willing to pay
me five hundred dollars for my body.  Very heady stuff....
    Then again, it was perverse.  Really perverse.  Jesus.  I had let
the guy piss in my mouth.  I licked his fucking toilet.  I drank his
piss. That was sick.  What the fuck would I have done if his wife
caught us?  What wacko thing would he want me to do if I did saw him
again?  How sick a degenerate did I want to be?  Very fucking
scary.....
    Then again, the thought of his hot piss spraying my mouth and on
my face, got me hard...  My used dick rose again just thinking about
him pissing in my mouth, making me drink it.  Pissing on my ass, up my
ass... in public....  Sick...  Very sick...
    Very fucking scary.
    My second problem was what the hell was I going to tell Dick and
his girlfriend?  And who else for that matter.  I was already somewhat
of an outcast.  What now?  Dick was going to be convinced that I was
indeed a total queer.  Jesus.
    I got dressed, smoked a joint to relax my alternate fantasy and
depression over what I had done, and went to the cafeteria for dinner.
Dick didn't usually eat there on the weekends, but this time he was
there waiting for me.  I could tell I was also the subject of  a
couple of conversations as I walked through the dining hall to sit
next to Dick. Ann excused herself as I sat down and she went back to
our room.
    "Moran," began Dick in a rapid fire tirade, "we have a fucking
problem.  Ann is scared of you.  She wants to know what I know about
you.  I don't know what to tell her.  And I cannot afford to be the
roommate of a fucking faggot.  Do you know what happens to queers on
the track team?  They get fucked, Moran.  And I am not going to be
fucked by my teammates.  I am not a queer.  But, if you're a queer,
then I am fucked by association.  Do you understand?....."
    He was pretty angry.  He explained all this and more to me in a
rapid fire whisper, with his teeth clenched.  I listened in stoned
bemusement.  Fuck him.  I let him fuck my girlfriend; I sucked his
cock and now he's getting all hot and hairy because his girlfriend and
the track team might think that I was a queer.  Give me a break....
    With stoned lassitude, I explained myself to Dick - "Look man, you
fucked Pam, I sucked your dick, Dick.... Hot sex is hot sex.  This old
guy paid me, man - five hundred dollars.  So I fucking got shaved and
ran around naked.  Big woof.  I am not interested at all in being the
campus queer.  you think I want my life to go like that?  Not
a-fucking-round here, boy.  Your fucking track boys aren't the only
ones who'd want a piece of my ass.  All of you preppy shits would be
lined up outside my door, hot and hard.  I don't need that.  I like
girls and I'd like to get laid here at Dunwoody once in awhile,
besides Pam.  So,  just chill out and let everything die down.  Deny
and ignore.  The most people can really say is that I'm a streaker. 
And fuck that, I might do it again......"
    Dick shook and ruefully smiled.  "Fucking Moran.  All right. 
You're still a fucking hippie freak.  but Ann is afraid of you now. 
What am I going to do about that?"
    "What?  She's afraid that this perverted homo is going to attack
her?" I replied.
    We both laughed at the incongruity of that statement - now that I
was a deviant faggot, what was I going to do? - rape her?!!   However,
I gave in on this problem - shit, he ought to be able to fuck his
girlfriend in peace.  I solved it by agreeing to stay that night at
the fraternity house of one of my friends, Peter.
    My friend Peter and I had gone to high school together and he and
his girlfriend, Barb, along with Dawn and myself, had all dated
together.  He and Barb were still seeing each other throughout their
college days and planned to get married.  Although he also fucked
around.  I had stayed overnight in his room at the frat house before
and I knew a lot of the people there.  I probably could have joined
that fraternity by this time, but I was still an independent freak and
they still saw me as a little too hippy dippy for their more jockish
mentality.
    Anyway, after getting my schedule together for my classes for the
following week, I went out and got further wasted with my stoned
smoking buddies.  I almost spent the night at their dorm room, but I
would have had to pass out on the floor and Peter had a nice large bed
in his room, so I went across campus to stay by him.
    I fantasized about raping Ann as I was going over to the frat
house.   She would be fucking Dick with her sitting on top of him.  It
would be late at night and the room would be totally dark.  Dick would
be tied to the bed, blindfolded, and she would be torturing his aching
cock, sliding up and down its hard length, teasing him with her wet
cunt.  Unbeknownst to them I would get on the bed behind her and,
while she was bent over, her large tits rubbing over Dick's body,
licking his blindfolded face, I would shove my hard, naked cock up her
ass.
    She would give a scream and struggle slightly at the pain of this
intrusion.  But after I grabbed her breasts and started squeezing her
hard nipples, the incredible sensation of being filled up by two hard
cocks, one stretching her vagina and the other stuffed up her ass,
would make her moan with pleasure.  She would ride both cocks until we
came.  I would withdraw, leaving her asshole dripping with my cum,
trickling down her crack to her cunt, mixing with Dick's semen.  Dick
would never know that she had been fucked up the ass while he was
fucking her pussy.  From the feel of my naked pubes, she would realize
that it was I that fucked her, but she would never tell, secretly
relishing the feel of my hot cock pumping her virgin asscunt.....
    Peter was just turning in when I got to his room.  He had a large
double bed and no roommate, so we were going to sleep in the same bed.
This was no big deal - again this was 1974 and two guys in the same
bed didn't mean anything sexual.  We had slept in the same bed several
times - even before college when we went on the high school band field
trips where everybody doubled up. However, this time around, he stood
there in his pajamas and, although he was friendly enough, he didn't
get into bed.  He watched me as I started happily taking off my
clothes in my stoned condition.
    "Gregg," said Peter warily, "I heard that you went streaking
today...."
    Oh shit I thought, my hands pausing as I unbuttoned my shirt.  I
had forgotten that I was shaved naked.  And, at this point, I was
hard. Visions of clandestine orgies with Anne and Dick still flitted
through my drug fogged mind.  And, I had planned to sleep naked as
usual.  Peter might have normally made some sarcastic comment about
not touching him with my naked bod, but he wouldn't have minded.  But
now,  everything was different.
    "Uh, yeah, well... uh, yeah.....  It was, uh, like, a far out
thing to do...." I muttered incoherently.
    He was looking at my shaved chest.  Well fuck it!  So he knew
already...  I continued to take off my shirt.
    "Look," I said, sitting on the bed facing away from him and
disrobing. "It was like, a bet, you know?  I did this wacko thing and
I won the bet...."
    "Did you actually....., you know, with some old guy?" Peter
queried.
    Fuck!  I threw off my underwear and pants, stood up and turned
around to face him.
    "Yeah!" I retorted, "And he paid me too!"
    He looked at my shaved body with amazement.  My dick was hard and
prominent, bobbing in front of me.
    "No shit?" he commented.  "You did all your hair and had..... you
know, with this old guy?"
    "Yeah, I had sex with him," I admitted.  'It wasn't bad.  He paid
me five hundred dollars, Peter."
    In my stoned state,  my cock was throbbing - marijuana was an
aphrodisiac to me and my whole body always had a sensual glow when I
was stoned.
    He looked at me from across the bed, staring at my shaved genitals
and my hard prick with bemusement.  "Five hundred dollars?" he
remarked with awe in his voice.
    "That's right," I said a little proudly. 
    "I guess you liked it," said Peter softly, gazing at my crotch. 
    "Oh shit....I, uh,......, it was cool."  I trailed off, my cock
now pulsing with a mind of its own.
    Peter continued to look at my hard on in nervous, embarrassed
fascination.   Then I could see his own dick rising inside of his
pajamas.
    Oh.... ?  Peter?  Damn....
    We both stared at each other quietly as his cock stiffened and
finally popped out of the slit of his pajama front.  My heart was
beating faster and I had a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach. 
We seemed frozen there, neither one of us saying anything, both of our
cocks hard and hot.
    "Well, shit," I said, jumping up in the air and landing my
backside on his bed, my stiff manhood bouncing around in the air, "I
guess it's time for bed."
    He continued to stand there, incapacitated with weirdness, looking
like he was trapped, but not saying a thing, staring at my naked,
clean shaven body, my hard peter throbbing,  precum beginning to ooze
from its wet tip.  Then, he looked away and sat on the bed. He lay
back, tense, his hard thick cock sticking up, stretching out over his
pajama clad waist.   I tentatively reached over the bed, and caressed
his stiff meat, eliciting a groan from Peter.
    He closed his eyes and his thighs shuddered as  I pulled his thick
manhood farther out of the fly of his pajamas.
    "Uhhhh," he moaned as I closed my fingers around his cockhead and
his hips twitched.
    I grasped his distended shaft and began slowly masturbating my
hand up and down its length.  Peter mouth fell open and he began
panting in lust almost immediately.  His hips did a jerky dance on the
bed .  My own lust took over again and I turned myself around and put
my mouth to his red, swollen prick.
    "Ahhh, oohhhhh," he cried out as my lips covered the mushroom
glans of his hard cock.
    I leaned into his hips and took his thickly burgeoning member into
my mouth, feeling him twitch as he pushed his ass off the bed and
skewered my oral cavity.  I sucked hungrily in my stoned, erotic
state, as though we had been homosexual lovers for years, and I began
to caress and cradle Peter's semen-filled testicles beneath his ramrod
cock.    We were both mewling as his body shook and his hot meat
slithered over my lips and teeth into my warm, wet,  pleasure seeking
hole.  The thick organ seemed to fill everything, and as Peter started
shaking, it wormed steadily deeper, rubbing down the full length of my
tongue.  He pushed and I sucked, skewering my mouth, until he
propelled his cockhead into my throat, embedding himself in me.
    I gurgled for air to keep from choking even as I sucked him harder
and buried my nose into his hairy balls.  He slid his hard prick in
and out of my mouth, his sex working with a mind of its own as I
gasped and let him plunge again into my throat.  I tightened my lips
and swished my tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing
shaft sliding in and out of my stretched lips, his hardness bruising
the inside of my throat,  sending waves of masochistic pleasure
through me.
     "AHHH, Ahhh, ahhhh," moaned Peter from above as my cheeks
hollowed out, as I drew them tightly over the sides of his steel hard
prick.   I sucked him deep, taking all of his hard length until there
was nothing left.  His hips pressed hard against my face and he came. 
His hot cum spurted into my throat and I swallowed, gyrating on the
bed, my esophagus milking his ejaculating tool.  I pulled my mouth off
of his pulsing prick and grabbed his slick length with my hand as I
gasped for air.  I covered him again with my lips while he shot
another load of hot cream.  I felt him shoot his jizz into my mouth
and I enjoyed the sensation of his cum discharging onto my tongue.  I
was gasping, sucking the head of his ejaculating penis while he moaned
in ecstasy.
    His orgasm dribbled down to nothing and we both lay there for a
moment, panting, my mouth on his dick head, filled with his sperm,
covering his prick.  Finally, I sucked his cock clean and lay back on
my side of the bed, reveling in this weird feeling, my mouth still
full of cum.   Peter turned his back to me as I lay next to him and
grabbed my own throbbing prick.
    Swishing his cum around my mouth with my tongue, feeling it still
ooze down my throat to my stomach, I jerked myself off, savoring the
naked feel of my genitalia until I splashed my own seed onto my nude,
smooth body.  At the same time I swallowed the rest of his spunk and
nodded off into orgiastic oblivion.
       Peter was already gone when I awoke the next morning. Once more
I had a massive piss hard on.  Once more my mouth tasted like old cum
and my throat was clogged with sperm.  Once more I stumbled out of
Peter's room with only a towel around my waist, my cock pushing it out
in front, to go to the bathroom on his floor.  I really had to pee. 
This was so weird. It was only yesterday that I had been in this exact
same position.....  What bizarre things were in store for me
today?
   Someone was in the shower as I went into the bathroom, put my towel
on the shower hook and forced the piss out of my hard on to arc into
the urinal.  I debated about whether or not to take a shower, but my
dick was still hard and I didn't want to explain myself again to
whoever it was that was in the shower.  So, I walked over to the sink
and started splashing water on myself to wash off my own crusty cum
and clean my genitals.  As I was performing my ablutions, the guy in
the shower shut it off and came out.
    "Hey Moran, what are you doin' here?"
    I glanced over my shoulder.  It was Ike, one of the hockey jocks
that made up Pete's fraternity.  His bulky naked body was extremely
hairy and his soft thick cock bobbed out of giant bush of brown hair.
    "Uh... my roommate's girlfriend was over....  I spent the night in
Pete's room..." I said as I nonchalantly walked over and tried to grab
my towel off of the hook.
    "Damn!"  said Ike, wonderingly, "What did you do to yourself?'  
He looked at my hairless face and chest and then at my still hard,
hairless genitalia.
    "Uhh...," I temporized, grabbing my towel and turning away, "You
know, I, I, cut my beard...."
    I  covered myself with my towel.  My heart was pounding again and
I felt my dick begin to deflate a little bit.  He stood in front of me
naked and I tried not to stare at his thick cock.  I thought about
going down on my knees and taking his soft cock into my mouth, feeling
it grow and stretch my lips... while I continued to stammer out a
reply.
    "I, uh, well you know....  my.... girlfriend, uh...."  Damn!  Now 
my dick was getting harder.
    - Ike would pull me to my feet after I had made his thick cock
grow and glisten with my mouth, turn me around and shove his hard
manhood into my ass, splitting my tiny asshole with his thick
manflesh....
    "It's was just a cool thing...." I said as I fled the bathroom.
   Jesus!  My head was spinning.  What the fuck was wrong with me? 
Did Mr. Sanders turn me into a faggot?  Did I have to be a homosexual
now that, that, what?  What?
    I quickly got dressed and went back to my room to get high.  I
didn't want to face anybody...  Everybody wondering what I was...  I
was wondering what I was.....  I was just in the bathroom with this
guy.  I had been in a lot of bathrooms with a lot of guys and never
got hard. Shit, I had slept naked next to Peter and never even thought
about cock...  This whole shit was frightening me again.  Did doing
all of this weird shit with Mr. Sanders actually activate some
homosexual button so that now I was a faggot???
   Getting high and calming down; going to classes and realizing that
although some people were giving me "the once over" because of
whatever they had heard, most people hadn't heard or could care less -
this put me back into my normally mellow state of mind of "fuck it if
they can't take a joke...."
    I ordinarily spent a lot of time in an alternate mental reality,
and now my mind was shooting around in an even more agitated fashion
than usual.  Was I queer? Who cares?  What were people thinking?  Who
cares? What would Pam say?  Shit, would she like me shaved?
    Gradually I calmed down over the following week.  I stopped having
homosexual fantasies every five minutes, now I just fantasized about
all sorts of sex every ten minutes or so - perfectly normal for me.
    I decided to keep shaving just in case I was queer now - maybe I
would get another 500 smackers....    Besides I liked the sensual,
smooth feel of my hairless genitals.  It was a new high jerking off.
    Peter acted as if absolutely nothing had happened between us.  He
didn't even act weird or embarrassed.  I was fine to leave it that
way.  I won't ask and he won't tell.   Dick actually opened up a
little bit about sex with me in a preppy sort of way.  He told me
about half of the track team (including him) fucking this one kid who
was queer.  According to him, it happened at other schools also.  He
had been invited more than once to "do" some kid who was a faggot.  It
seemed to a sort of homoerotic / homosexual / homophobic jock head
trip that track team members were partial to....   They weren't queer,
but they could fuck with other people who were....  At least that
explained him wanting me to suck his cock.   I didn't try to figure it
out.  I just went with the flow.           People who might have given
me a hard time didn't say anything other than congratulating me on my
streak.  I guess nobody really knew, or it was just too weird to talk
about...
    About a week and half after all of new homo sex and my public
display of my bod, one of my casual female friend classmates, Janie,
wanted to work with me on a  project.  We were in a creative writing
class and we were supposed to collaborate with someone else in writing
a story.  She invited me to be her partner.  No big deal, except that
everything had a sexual connotation to me.  We were friendly with each
other and had done things together - like go to a party with other
friends, or hang out on the quad, but she had never really shown any
interest in working with me before - like being alone with me.  And
she was almost conspiratorial when she suggested we work together. 
Did she want my wacky ideas or me? Hmmm.
   Janie was 19 years old, had very short, brown hair and wore
glasses. She also wore loose clothing or overalls.  Sort of like the
baggy stuff that is worn nowadays, but then it was considered a little
odd, especially at our preppy school.  The thing is that she was
pretty and had enough of a figure that her ample chest was still
noticeable in her loose clothing. She had a friendly smile.  She wore
very little makeup or just had a naturally beautiful complexion and
full sensual lips.  I liked her.  So, we made a date to work together
the following evening.
   The few friends that I had at Dunwoody, besides my stoned smoking
buddies, were in the theater arts department.  Dunwoody was a small
school with no theater arts major, but really good facilities.  So,
the group of us that did theater were pretty tight.  (Oddly enough,
with all of our kidding around, nobody made any innuendoes about my
streaking and my shaved body.  If they maybe thought I was queer, they
kept it to themselves - actors...  maybe other people had secrets?)
    One of my buddies was Barbie Toren.  She was a junior and had a
steady boyfriend, Ken, who was also in theater.  She was a mousy
little girl who was cute, but not particularly ravishing - small butt,
not much in the breast department and sort of an angular small face
with a button nose. But she had a wonderful smile, a wicked sense of
humor, and we were friends.  We would occasionally get into a sort of
therapeutic talking about our sex lives, skirting anything really
titillating, but getting into the differences and attitudes of men and
women.  It was a casual flirtation kind of thing which left me with
the idea that one of these days, we might end up in bed together.  If
I was going to tell anyone (which I wasn't) about having been a sex
boy for Mr. Sanders, it would have been Barbie.
    We had a rehearsal for a scene we were doing together on the day I
was going to study with Janie, and Barbie suggested we work on it
again later that evening in her dorm room.  I explained that I had a
date to work on a creative writing project.  She inquired where and I
told her  - Randolph dorm (which had just turned co-ed) on the fourth
floor, which, when I said it, I realized was her floor.
    "Who," she inquired casually.
    "Janie Angelique," I replied.
    "Oh," she said with a knowing look on her face. "My room is next
door to hers.  Maybe when you're done, you could come over."
    "Maybe I'll be busy," I said diffidently.
    "Oh," she said again, this time smiling and arching her eyebrows.
"Really?"
    "I don't know," I protested feebly, "We're going to be studying
together..."
    "Hmmm," she looked at me speculatively, as if she knew something I
didn't, "We'll see. Maybe I'll see you if you have time."
    On my way over to Janie's room, I thought a little bit about
Barbie and her roommate.  And then I thought about Janie and her
roommate, whom I didn't know.  I fantasized about having the four
girls suck me....   Four hot, naked teenagers, all competing to lick
my hard meat.  Four different mouths on my cock, sucking my balls,
licking my crotch, probing at my asshole.   They are licking me,
fucking my ass with their tongues, moaning with desire and passion. 
Until, they all line up on the bed, on their hands and  knees, their
naked butts up in the air and beg me to fuck them.   Each crotch is
wet - shiny with their own secretions.  Each girl reaches around
behind herself to open up her cunt lips, saying Fuck me... no, Fuck
me...  I kneel on the bed and pick one cunt at random, slamming my
cock in deep to the hilt.  She squeals in shock at my assault.  Then I
jump over to the next wet pussy, fucking her,  and then the next and
the next.   I brutally fuck each waiting cunt, savoring the different
sizes, colors and textures.  I plunge my hard tool in and out at
random, switching cunts, making each girl groan and pant with
gratification, begging me to fuck them harder.  Suddenly I switch
holes and plunge my ravaging tool into Barbie's asshole.   She screams
in pain, but I hold her, fucking her until she moans with pleasure. 
Then I move on to Janie's asshole.  She knows what is coming but
endures the savage pain until she too is moaning with pleasure.  When
I move on to Janie's roommate, but she tries to get away as my stiff
manhood penetrates her ass.  On either side of her, Janie and Barbie
grab her naked  tits and shoulders and force her back onto my invading
cock as she screams with pain and I skewer her virgin asshole .  I
plunge deep into her, fucking her ass hard and fast until she finally
starts moaning,  begging me to fuck her harder.  The last girl quietly
submits to her ass fucking, crying out with heated passion as I pump
her shit hole.  Finally, I am ready to cum and I tell the girls to
suck me off.  They all turn around to suck me again - four mouths on
my cock and balls and tongues on my inner thighs and asshole, licking
their own assholes off of my massive cock.  They eat my ass, suck my
cock, suck my balls, until I finally  spew a gallon of cum, filling
the mouth of each girl to overflowing, my sperm everywhere as their
naked flesh becomes splattered with my hot, white fluid, their tits
bouncing, hard nipples covered with cum.  Each girl has her hand on
her own crotch, masturbating herself, plunging her fingers deep into
her own cunt, as they all writhe and moan with uncontrolled
hedonism......

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