"In the Company of Men" by Eagle1 (MMMMM/F)

I looked at myself in the mirror and my reflection smirked back at me from behind the glass. 

Looking good, you handsome devil, you, I thought to myself, as I patted scented aftershave onto my cheeks. I was preparing myself. Even if I was just standing there in front of the bathroom mirror in nothing on but my tight, grey Calvin Klein briefs. 

I had to look good for tonight, had to get completely psyched for the event ahead, needing to know and believe that I am the fucking stud. 

To that end I tried out every crooked grin I had into that mirror; trying not to come off as too much of a smart-ass, nor too aggressive either. And certainly not sneering.

What the fuck was the perfect smile to get me laid tonight? 

All around me the posse assembled in the bathroom I shared with eight of my fraternity brothers. Everyone was preparing for the night ahead. The brothers were wired and the house was totally bustling in anticipation of the big night, almost bursting at the seams. It was as if the place itself had a hard on in expectation of what was to come, both figuratively and literally.

I turned my attention back to the mirror one more time, my hand straying to my recently shaved cheek. 

It was definitely smooth as a baby’s ass. I rubbed my hand from my cheek down to my smooth chest, appreciating the way my muscles bunched and flexed in the mirror, showing off ever minute of all the hard work I’d put into my body since I was fourteen years old. I was hot. So what? I’m vain. I embrace it. I was two hundred twenty pounds of thick, ripped muscle. Not so much that my six foot, three inch frame looked bulky, but rather nicely filled out. Damn, I was looking so fine that I just couldn’t help it. I flexed my right arm in the mirror, my guns formed nice, rounded peaks like hard baseballs. Just for the fun of it I had a go with a most muscular pose. Mmmm, nice striations and a defined six pack. Hell, if I were a woman, I’d do me. But that wasn’t enough. I felt the pressure of my brothers around me. I had a nervous feeling in my gut. 

From the shower I heard someone yell out, “Hey, dude, no flexing in the mirror!”

I turn to see Jamie coming out of the shower, toweling himself off. 

I broke out of my pose, starting to feel really good about this evening in spite of the pressure. Someone has started a chorus of ‘I’m too sexy’ to the assembled jeers of the rest of the guys in the room. 

A’right, I thought, if that’s the way they want to play it.

“Yeah?” I taunted Jamie, leering back at him, “At least I got muscle, man.”

“Muscle?” he responded contemptuously, “Yeah, dude, that’s all you got!” 

I grabbed my crotch through my briefs, emphasizing the size of my balls in the process, in order to remind him that wasn’t true.

“At least,” I said, laughing at him, “It’s all in the right place, fuckwad.” 

Not being able to think of anything to come back with, but trying hard not to be outdone, Jamie began a prissy little dance routine to egg on the riotous shouts of our buddies. I just waved it off. I was way too cool for that shit and I need to get dressed anyway.

I was like an actor. I needed to prepare. 

“Catch you girls later,” I called out loudly, as I slipped out of the bathroom, “I gotta get ready for my fans.”

I turned my back to them, but I could hear the guy’s catcalls following after me all the way down the hall. 

In the relative quiet of my own room I dressed for the evening to come, needing to be perfect. I slipped on a white silk shirt and added a grey Italian blazer to the mix as well. Soon I started to feel the excitement of the night ahead. I felt my manhood stirring below in my already too tight Calvin’s.

“Down boy,” I said quietly to myself, “You’ll get your turn later.”

And I said a silent prayer to myself that it was true. I tried to relax myself back into submission in order to save my stamina what was to come. This was not a night for failure. No hunting party had failed in twenty years. I was going to be damned if mine would.

My attention was distracted as Doug knocked on my door.

He didn’t wait for a response, but barged in hurriedly, as I was just finishing raking a comb through my chestnut hair.

“Ready, man?” he asked impatiently. 

“I’ll be right there dude!” I respond, grinning.

But he was half way out the door and down the hall before I’d finished.

I took a deep breath and took one good, long last look in the mirror to satisfy my incredible vanity. I could hardly believe that this was the last time I’d get to partake in this little ritual. It was a great honor.

“Gentlemen start your engines,” I said to my reflection.

But it didn’t respond.

There are plenty of parties at my fraternity of course, I reminded myself as I headed out, but once every year we have what we call surreptitiously: boy’s night. It doesn’t do it justice by a long shot. It may be a bit arrogant to say so, but the brothers of my particular local chapter are carefully chosen both for their qualities as men as well as for their sexual prowess. For a number of reasons, no one has ever made it through the arduous pledging process still a virgin.

Not that many were to begin with.

We don’t think badly of any other frat though, or anyone else for that matter, but we revel in our masculinity. It’s a little difficult to explain to the uninitiated. But we have only one mission on this night, to worship at the alter of hedonism for one night, fucking ourselves until we are completely sated. Completely. Like a bacchanal. Each hunting party is on one mission only tonight, to find and conquer at least one woman for the pleasure of the whole house. But only willing women. No brother of my house would ever, ever, stoop to the coercion of drugs or alcohol. We were not, nor have we ever been, rapists.

The hunt was on. Let the game begin.

Of course it isn’t quite as simple as I know I make it sound. You see, girls come and go; sex in college is plentiful. But there is just something about our little ritual that brings out a primal bonding frenzy in us. It’s actually very good for the brotherhood. The first time I experienced such a night was when I was a fresh-faced and naïve little newbie brother. Yeah, I had gotten laid before, frequently, and sometimes in some very interesting and inventive situations, but I didn’t understand true sexual power. I didn’t understand how someone could still ravish a girl who was all the while a willing participant. Not until I saw the older brothers in action.

And now I was in another hunting party, and more than that leading a hunt.

The fact that some of the guys, including myself, had pretty steady fucks or girlfriends wasn’t the point. This was not about easy sex or about mere sex at all in fact. It was about worshipping the pussy and the cock, about virility and strength. Knowing that as a man, you have the instrument that WILL rip apart a woman’s holiest of holies.

Not to but anyone down, but after that, everything else is just gravy on the mashed potatoes. 

What we were going to do tonight, well it went beyond mere carnal relations. It was about total domination and total pleasure. About the kinds of things that wars have been fought over: pussy and oil. But, lets face its, all the good ones have been fought over pussy.

Empires have been lost for less than this. 

Those brothers selected for the duty of finding sacrifices always leave in threes. It’s traditional. Safety in numbers I guess. I didn’t intend to come back empty handed. 

We had chosen a place down by the docks for our particular assignment. It was a little club that had a lot of buzz, but wasn’t too popular, known by some of the brothers to be a good pick-up place. The faithful of my particular pilgrimage were made up of Jamie, Doug and me. The battlefield went by the name of The Jolly Roger. Aside from the obviously tacky title, the place did cater to a hip, young scene, consisting mostly of young twentysomethings from the local colleges. Most with too much money to burn and not a lot of sense.

It was called a pussy mission in colloquial terms. But everyone called it a hunt. Very apropos.

We left in a sleek black SUV, courtesy of an alumni brother. Other parties left at the same time while the rest remained at the temple patiently waiting for us to return victorious. 

I entered the bar with Jamie on my left side and Doug on my right. It was like a scene from a movie. We had a pack mentality and we were thinking as one, scoping out the sites, judging the competition, and generally surveying our territory.

The music was a mix of INXS, Robert Palmer, and other hip rockers of days gone by, mostly from the eighties and seventies, with a few of the nineties thrown in for good measure. Excellent, I thought, we would run into a more sophisticated sort of woman here. These were women dressed for the work hours, rather than after school hours. They wore tight, short skirts and slinky little dresses, exposing their firm curved bodies. 

I ran my tongue over my lips savoring the sights. 

I nodded to Jamie to take the left, as Doug was already heading for the right. That just left the middle for me. This place had a good feel. Past the main bar area there were pool tables and a dance floor. And there were plenty of sweaty young bucks strutting their stuff out there on the floor with their prey, moving in time to the beat that permeated the building. 

Quick check of the watch: 9:00. Not too early, but maybe not late enough. 

I moved like a cat through the crowd, smiling at the ladies, noticing the ones who smiled back and the ones who just stared. I dismissed the older women out of hand, they would never do. Also the ones traveling in packs. The ratio seemed good. However, there were more women than men. So it would make ‘em that much more eager. I prowled further through the crowd, gently brushing against women, making polite conversation here and there. Hoping I oozed just the right amount of charm, and very little sleaze. 

The bar itself loomed up right before me, the bartender looking at me expectantly like he didn’t have all day to wait around for me to jack off before I ordered my drink. 

Registering his expression I nodded to him, “Jack and coke, man,” I said.

He went to fill my request. 

From the bar I saw a petite blonde creature sitting idly at the far end. She seems to be alone, staring off into the crowd of people dancing. Perhaps it was the heat of my stare, but she glanced in my direction, our eyes encountered one another. And I knew she was the one. Like magic, I turned on my best smile, and she smiled back in sweet, sexy way, then as quickly turned away, brushing a lock of her long hair from her face. 

Could it possibly be this easy? I wondered, daring to hope. 

We flirted for a while, our glances growing stronger, each lingering longer. I think the time had come and the time was now. She is wearing a strapless yellow dress. I could see, as she sat on the stool, that she had long, shapely legs, crossed delicately to cover that most private of areas. The dress was skintight and there wasn’t a single ounce of anything unnecessary on this chicklette. Absolutely luscious. Finger licking good. There was nothing holding that dress up except those two ample tits, like pert tight, round softballs. As the dress rounded over them it exposed the shape of her nipples underneath. 

I was gonna enjoy the sexual agony and ecstasy of this girl. 

“Hey,” I said, my Southern drawl oozing like molasses, at the same time giving her my most award winning smile, “Y’all from around here?”

She looked at me, almost lost, so I tried a more self-deprecating approach, “God, I guess you probably get hit on a lot. I must sound as corny as Kansas in August.”

Again I used the smile. 

Trust a compliment. The façade she had melted away and she finally leaned into me, laughing.

“I’m a student in the city,” she says, “Yourself?” 

“Oh, me too,” I stated matter-of-factly, but the grin was there again showing I meant business. 

I start circling my quarry. The ice has been broken and we got to talking. I led the conversation as carefully as I could, working my way inside her defenses. After all it’s always easier if they let down the drawbridge before you storm the castle. 

We ordered more drinks. We got up to dance. Then more drinks. Then more dancing. My groove was on.

This little babe had moves, I’ll give her that; she kept me on my toes. I moved in behind her on the dance floor and she permitted her firm, sensual ass to move closer to my thighs. We ground together as I transferred my hands down around her waist. My boner rubbed the crack of her ass as she danced. She led me on the chase, keeping the hunt fresh and exciting, twisting and turning, leading me to dead ends, and then letting me catch her scent to allow me to give chase once more. She assumed that what I wanted was just plain old sex. Poor thing, if she only understood that before this night is through more men than just me will have worshipped many times at her heavenly gates. 

The night was getting exciting.

Check watch: 11:30.

Something needed to happen soon though, there are men waiting with bated breath back at our temple fortress, while their brothers are out slaying the dragons. I was not about to disappoint them tonight. 

Our cocktails have started to get stronger, mixed with things more powerful and I’ve ordered shots of tequila to speed things along. She plays her game, but sex is in her eyes - I know that look well, have, in fact, seen it in my own eyes reflected back from a lover’s gaze. If this were any other night in the world I would say ‘fuck all’ and take this bitch for myself, all night long. But I have miles to go before I sleep, so I accelerate the relationship into overdrive. 

It’s time to break this little mare in and I was just the stallion to do it. 

I caught Doug’s eye across the room, then Jamie’s. Jamie had been chatting up a girl for some time, and I think from the looks of things that he may have made some progress. Doug too had apparently had some success. 

When my date got up to get another drink, I motioned to them from across the room, signaling time and pointing to the men’s room. I had already checked it out a few times before when I’d needed to take an earlier piss. It was small and not terribly busy, the people in this place were starting to head out anyway for the bigger nightclubs downtown. Only the hardcore regulars remained. 

Doug and Jamie took my meaning immediately, perking right up, but I was not sure if they were ready yet or not. Oh, well….

She came back with another martini.

I had taken the conversation about as far as I could. But after some very sexual innuendos, she asked me, “So, stud, are we going to fuck or what?”

Fucking superb! I was right about her intentions. 

“C’mon,” I told her, nodding my head toward the bathroom, “I think I’m too drunk to piss without some help.”

The look on her face easily told me that the thought of illicit public sex excited her even more than when she’d felt my boner earlier on the dance floor. 

The john had two urinals and as many stalls, one of which was a big handicapped stall at the end. 

As we entered the empty bathroom, I moved to the urinal closest to the last stall. I did in fact need to piss, so I unzipped in front of her and whipped out my horse cock, discharging a pale golden stream into the white porcelain receptacle. The feeling of taking a piss when you really need to has got to run a close second to raw, urgent fucking. I could feel her looking at my broad back, intrigued by what she was seeing. Such a normal masculine activity as a long piss had become one of intense erotic arousal for her and I heard her breath become uneven as she continued to watch me.

Suddenly her arms were wrapped around my waist, encircling my manly breadth. Her fingers moved around and down to touch my hand as it held onto my pecker, pointing the stream firmly in the right direction. 

I was just finishing, shaking it off, but I held it out there, allowing her grip to reach down to the, as yet, unseen creature. She stroked the base of my shaft and I felt my already semi-hard soldier spring up into action. I took my left hand and stroked it up and down the length, while my right hand held firmly onto hers.

“Turn around,” she whispered into my back. 

Giving her the security of feeling in control, I did as I was told. Her gaze dropped down to my crotch, and the power tool I was still gently rubbing.

I didn’t even have to say a word; she got down onto her knees of her own accord. My mast was glorious and fully erect, pointing up in vain toward my covered chest, although still weighed down by its own enormous size. She gave a sharp intake of breath, but only for a second. I was big, and I knew it. Chicks loved my cock, and once they got a look at it they wanted it. They wanted to know if all the rumors about getting fucked with a big dick are true. Once they had me, they knew the answer. They became addicted.

My cock was standing at attention before her, and when she gripped it with her small hand it seemed even bigger than its nearly ten inch length! Her hand looked miniscule when it was wrapped around such a thick, rock hard dick. She leaned forward and kissed the end of my mighty shaft, her eyes locked on mine. She bent further and sucked one of my balls into her mouth as her hand stroked my manhood. I sighed, leaning back slightly. I watched her tongue snake out and slowly make its way up along my shaft. 

Finally, she opened her mouth and slipped the mushroom tip of my thick dick into her mouth, past those thick, pouty lips. She really had to stretch her mouth around it. She ran her lips down my pole, trying to get as much of me into her mouth as she could. But it barely went in halfway, so her hand stroked what remained of my naked flesh. I could feel my warm rod touch her throat, and she slid her lips back up to the top. As she knelt before me, her head bobbed up and down on my dick, sucking loudly. Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp went her mouth as she gave me one hell of a blowjob. For an instant, she went too far down my dick by mistake, and coughed a little, still holding me in her mouth. She recovered quickly, though, and continued sliding her lips up and down the top half of my hot rod. 

My eyes watched this gorgeous beauty give me head. Her perfect lips were wrapped tightly around my aching shaft, gliding up and down it. My dick glistened, coated in her saliva. I could see her face completely, and her eyes were closed as she sucked me off eagerly. 

This girl really got into her blowjob. She was so horny she took it out on my cock with her mouth. Determinedly, she opened her mouth to a size even my experienced eyes wouldn’t have thought possible, stretching her cheeks wide, swallowing inch after tender inch of the massive steel rod, using her hands to cradle my giant balls and stroke my lower shaft.

This admirable little slut took so much of my length in on that last suck that, if I had been anyone else, I would have been completely confined in her mouth by now. As it was though I had to make do with the ministrations of her supple tongue moving around the sensitive underside of my shaft, pinned entirely in the warm, wet confines of her mouth. She was doing magic to me without even moving her head. But then her best was still yet to come. She started fucking my prick with her mouth in long slow strokes. Her tongue moved out to stoke my cock from the base to the exquisite tip of my immense head.

I had to steady myself against the urinal behind me; fearful that my feet would go out from underneath me as a result of the sheer intense satisfaction she was giving me. 

This one was impressive, most impressive. 

Finally, my balls tingled with the likelihood of the impending onslaught. 

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” I wailed, as I let out a long hard groan, “I think I’m fucking gonna cum.”

Even with my warning, or maybe because of it, she never failed in her frontal assault on my body. 

And then she was rewarded for her efforts with shot after shot of my white hot semen, drenching her throat with its creamy goodness. She pulled me out of her mouth, looking up at me with her big eyes as her tongue snaked out and she licked all over my cock, cleaning it off. 

She’d done well, no discounting that. But that was not the test, though. Any fifty-dollar hooker can give you a blowjob in a public toilet. I required further proof.

My cock hadn’t softened one bit since that phenomenal blowjob. In fact I felt like I hadn’t even cum yet. He hand remained wrapped around it my shaft though, keeping me hard, as if I needed the help.

Unable to stop, she found herself rising up off her knees, as I pulled her up towards my mouth. She felt light as a feather in my strong arms. I lifted her ass up to bring that pussy closer to my waiting dick. I pulled her yellow dress up also to reveal her damp panties and the tops of her nylons. Those panties had to go. I rubbed my hands up the backs of her thighs, the silky nylons could stay. They were incredibly smooth and sexy. We kissed lightly, just pecking, before kissing more passionately. She moved up and I moved her closer, nuzzling her mouth with my tongue, seeking, finding, and locking onto her mouth in our sexual merger. I could taste the remains of my cum in her mouth, but like a truly great cocksucker she had swallowed almost every last drop. Our tongues explored each other, and she forgot to continue jerking me. Her hand merely held my thick manhood, squeezing it hard. She kissed me, our lips smacking. Then she straddled me, my strong arms going around her nubile body as she placed a leg on either side of me. Her tongue went far into my mouth, and she could feel my hard pole touching her sensitive slit.

She was soaking; her cum began to coat the underside of my cock through the fabric of her panties, as it became sandwiched between her cunt and the rest of me. I sensed the smooth texture of her pussy lips, her delicate trimmed bush tickled against me, delighting me. I wanted some so badly, but first she had to beg. I pleasured her by moving my dick over her clit; dry humping (well sort of wet humping) the outside of her pussy lips. Licking and sucking every inch of her face and neck. I slid my hand up her body over her dress and she pulled it over her shoulders and off to free up those stunning breasts, covered in a lacy bra.

She was soaking.

She moaned into my mouth when I massaged her breast and her fingers continued to trail over my cannon below. I could feel her nipples stiffen beneath the fabric. My hand ran back down her body and she parted her legs for me, making sure that I had room to maneuver when I pleasured her. I rubbed her pussy again, by now it was so wet that her panties were soaked through and through. To her disappointment though, I moved my hand back up her body, this time sliding my hand up her smooth, warm skin, slipping it under her bra and grabbing her bare breast. She kissed me with more urgency as I squeezed her tit. I could feel her erect nipple in my hand, a sharp contrast to the softness of her breast. 

Her breathing grew heavy, and her hand began to squeeze my shaft almost painfully hard. Then my hand back down her body slowly. I reached down behind her and used one hand to rub over her covered pussy, getting her even hotter, and then I slipped it into her panties, my fingers running through the curls of her trimmed pubic hair as they searched for her treasure.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned when I touched her there.

She felt so good; she was so warm down there! The juices were really flowing in her pussy, and it turned me on to know that I had this much of an effect on her. I dipped a finger into her sopping wet hole. She sighed, breaking our last kiss. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving as my finger entered her to the second knuckle. She was incredibly tight and she gripped my finger snugly. I sucked her upper lip, pulling it outward slightly before releasing it. I began to slide my finger in and out of her, and she kissed me again, encouraging me. She had actually begun to writhe herself against my hand subtly. 

Curiosity, lust, and just plain animal instinct drove us. She ran her hand down my broad chest, realizing how built and ripped my body was as she felt the firm muscle. She reached the top of my pants, still kissing me passionately, loudly. Her dress lay on the dirty floor. I was so horny for this girl! I began to kiss down her neck and she lay helpless against me, a slave to my touch. She stroked my long dick slowly as I kissed down the tanned skin of her chest. My hand was stroking her stomach, softly, but now it slid up her body to her shoulder as my kisses reached her cleavage. She watched me, not objecting as my hand slid her bra strap slowly down her arm, pulling the cup away from her breast. 

Gradually her dark areola came into view. Her nipple was like the fine, hard point of a diamond, and I twirled my tongue around it. Then I sucked the nipple into my mouth and released it. Soon she as now naked from the waist up, looking at me with her mysterious eyes, chest heaving. I set her down and pulled off my blazer and shirt, exposing my well muscled upper body.

I bent and kissed her again, my big hand cupping her bare breast. I sent my tongue into her mouth as I squeezed her tit softly. I began to kiss down her neck once more, kissing quickly down to her other breast. I had both hands squeezing her breasts as my tongue teased over one nipple, and then the other.

Then before she could stop me, I grabbed the sides of her panties and tugged them down.

She moved to help me, pulling her feet out of them one by one, becoming naked for me. I looked at her body with pure lust, heart pounding. She parted her legs a little for me, revealing the pink of her swollen pussy lips surrounded by a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I kneeled before her and bent between her legs as she opened them wider for me. I loved the taste of her pussy, I loved how it smelled, and I loved how it looked. My tongue snaked out and I slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, my tongue penetrating just inside her delicious cunt. 

She moaned and I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, running my tongue back and forth across them, teasing her. As she reached down between her legs to hold the back of my head, I pushed my pants and underwear down over my ass, unleashing my nine and half inch cock fully.

Then with abandon, I stood and swept her up into my arms again. She cried a little loudly in surprise. Her face was clenched in ecstasy. 

“Oh God!” she moaned at me.

She was panting in excitement. Expertly I teased her cunt with the tip of my dick, fondling the outside of her most sensitive areas, waiting for her to talk to me. 

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop teasing me,” she panted in my ear, “I need to feel you inside. Oh, God! I want you so deep. Fuck me all the way!”

“I don’t have a condom,” I said. 

“Screw the condom,” she cried out frustrated, “Get that thing inside me NOW!”

It was the signal I had been waiting for. I moved her up and inserted my never ending cock into the tip of her twat, and then I released her so that her whole weight caused her to plunge down onto me, spearing her, forcing my way up into her, until I was balls deep.

Letting go, my cock became her sole support. 

Her legs wrapped around me instinctively and I knew there was no way she could do this alone, so I picked her up again, with the same ease I’d done earlier, and started to fuck her in earnest, letting her lips fold in and out around me, sucking me into that tight, soaking hole. My massive width pushed her little birth canal apart and split her at the seams, as she rocked back and forth on top of me. I pulled her off the end of my cock and then the forces her cunt back down onto me again.

As much as I was enjoying this little fuck, more must yet cum. I needed to unload quickly. I moved her ass up and down with more abandon trying to hasten my climax. Her moans had turned to screams, and as if on cue Doug and Jamie sauntered into the bathroom. 

I needed more leverage, more control. 

I turned her around and set her on the edge of a sink, so that I was no longer her only means of support. I needed to assume control over of this situation completely, because she would be of no use if she couldn’t accept the adoration of more than one hard cock this evening.

I pulled her closer to me; she perched precariously on the very edge of the sink. Stroking hard and fast, my urgency really built again. I grunted. Like a loaded automatic weapon my colossal hairy balls pumped round after round down my fire hose and out deep into her, gallon after gallon, trying to extinguish her passionate flames. As I shot off my volley within her, that pussy clamped around me, undulating around the slick base of my vast thickness, like a soda can. She orgasmed and I could feel her juices flow all around my dick; miraculously escaping between my pecker and the walls of her cunt where I thought no spare room was possible.

She leaned back onto the sink exhausted by our exchange, but the test was just getting underway. I pulled away from her, my dick popping out of the swollen red pussy with a slick wet slurp, and it gave a little farting noise as the air I had forced into her depths expelled itself.

Jamie and Doug were prepared. Forcefully, they wrested her from the counter and she was shoved onto her hands and knees on the floor. 

Doug pulled his large boner from the tight crevasse of his jeans. It was bigger than average, but much smaller than mine. He positioned her upraised ass for his entry and plunged himself inside her sloppy cunt. He knew that the tender upraised rosebud asshole was for later. 

But, amazingly, she didn’t even bat an eyelid when Jamie forced his cock down her throat. She easily got that expert little mouth around his slightly larger than average dick, where she had trouble before with my length. 

I zipped myself back up as they got started, even though another boner now occupied my briefs, mightily tenting up my pants. Then I slipped my shirt and blazer back on.

“Dude, you really know where to find the tight ones!” moaned Doug, working in and out of her.

I could see his cock glisten with the slickness of her juices and mine. It filled the hole I left earlier, although not as completely as I had. 

I smile at this pornographic motion picture playing out in the vision before me. 

Jamie and Doug talked dirty to her like they were in a porno, slapping her ass, filling her again and again, as she moaned and orgasmed around each of their manly appendages, her tits swinging underneath her for our amusement.

Watching Doug work his dick made me think to myself how every real man wants to be the biggest, baddest motherfucker. It’s an alpha male instinct I suppose, and as much as I live for the companionship of my bro’s, both they and I know who is the stud of our house; big, if the not the biggest. The master. No one compared to the size and volume that I brought to the mix. Of course, I’m not so stupid that I don’t know that there are others out there with more massive equipment than I packed, and at that point I’d never actually met anyone who was bigger than I was. Not in length. Not in the flesh anyway. Of course every one of the bro’s in my house pack a wallop. Either thick and short or long and whatever. But each instrument excellent in its own way.

I know all about that motion of the ocean crap you hear from the ladies and sex therapists, but a guy still has to be able to cut the mustard, so to speak. I can’t really describe it, but guys know what I’m talking about. It’s all about the cock, man. It’s not a queer thing. For the rest of us it’s about the power and the glory (and I suppose for the gay guys it is too). Every guy secretly longs to be the biggest AND every one of these prick-teases secretly hopes that her lover is that big, bad boy they dream about. They just crave size filling up their cunts. All part of pussy worship, dude! No inadequate worshipers ever get into the temple, ever.

My thoughts drifted back to the scene playing out so well in front of me. 

The watch now reads midnight. Damn, I can’t believe we fucked this bitch for nearly thirty minutes without an interruption.

Fuck! Speak of the devil and hear his hooves at the front door. Suddenly the door opened and two young studs, not much younger than us, come in through the door, looking a little worse for the wear.

I return their wassup nod. They stop dead and were completely absorbed in the spectacle playing out in front of them.

“Whoa, dude,” said the buck with the blond, surfer hair, “Damn, you bonin’ the bitch. Mind if my buddy and I get some?”

They were really eager and if this were any other night…. I was usually inclined to share.

I surveyed them up and down, in charge of the scene. I considered for a second. Jamie and Doug were absorbed but Jamie looked like he was finally ready to unleash.

I motioned to the boys to join, but warned them, “Fuck her mouth, man, but don’t touch that pussy. It belongs to me.”

What the hell, they can warm her mouth up some more, but I was not letting these little shits defile the hole we’d so carefully consecrated. For the rest of the night only sanctified brothers could go into that place.

Each one opens his zipper and pulls out a respectable schlong. Blond boy is long and thin, but his friend a dark Hispanic with the jet-black hair had a rod of average length, but thick. 

Jamie stiffened up, throwing his head back, and let out a long wail as he came. “Fuuuuuck!”

He stepped back for the two studs and they vied for her attention as she took turns alternating her mouth to suck on them, appreciating the different sizes arrayed before her.

Doug too was nearly there, still filling her. I saw his dick start to swell even more, and once it even fell out of her hole in his urgency, but he just pushed it back in again without missing the stroke.

“Too good,” he moaned, “I don’t wanna stop.”

Nevertheless he knew that this was just the beginning of the night.

“Here it cums, cunt,” he added, his pistoning cock squirting into her, mixing with my previous load.

He moved up off his knees, leaving her now slack pussy exposed. Unmindful of my warning, the dark haired guy moved behind her to fill her empty twat without waiting a beat.

I was pissed and on him in seconds in a rage just as his thick cock had finished filling her pussy to the hilt. I pulled him out and wrapped my muscular arm around his neck in a headlock, crushing his air off between my forearm and bicep like a nutcracker.

“I said no pussy,” I reminded him dangerously.

I should have known better than to let them get involved.

He managed to mumble something even though his neck was crushed underneath my forearm. The blond, dick still in her mouth, looked up worriedly, but didn’t pause to come to the aid of his friend. 

“What did I say?” I growled again, my mouth next to the ear of the one in my grip, releasing his neck enough for him to speak.

I repeat, emphasizing each word slowly, “WHAT…DID…I….SAY?”

“No…pussy…ugghh,” he forced out, then squealed, “Let me go, man!”

He struggled against me in vain. But he couldn’t overpower my eighteen inch pythons.

Bored and irritated, I shoved him, head first, into the handicapped stall. 

“Just for that you little fuck, you can sit this one out,” I said to the cowering figure at the bottom of the stall, “If you get up I will beat the everlasting shit out of you. Do you understand me, mate?” 

He nodded, massaging his bruised neck, and stared resentfully back at me. I was half a mind to drop his head in the toilet bowl, but couldn’t be bothered. Blondy was still occupying the chick’s tight mouth, but he paled when I turn my angry gaze his way. Although he wasn’t intimidated enough to stop doing his business. 

I was feeling a hell of a lot less sympathetic than I was earlier, “Let’s speed it up man, we don’t have all night and this whore is needed elsewhere.”

Maybe it was the threat of us three guys standing menacingly around him, or the pleasure that I know first hand her tongue can give, but he just lost it right then, shooting into her mouth, his semen dribbling out the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

I pulled her to her feet and let her put on her dress.

“Time to go, sweetheart,” I said to her grabbing her purse from the floor and heading for the door as she adjusted her dress.

Jamie and Doug, tucking their hard pricks back into their jeans, watched my back as we left. 

She came alone willing, with me holding onto her by the arm. 

All this excitement just continued my tremendous raging hard on, which I wore proudly in my pants as we made our way to the front of the bar. The remaining patrons are so stoned on the alcohol and the music, and other things, that they pay only the barest iota of attention to me strutting out a fast paced swagger that positively screamed that I was packing a boner and rushing to get to a place to use it. Doug and Jamie leisurely followed behind us, sporting bulges in their own jeans.

I got to the truck and Jamie used the remote to unlock the door. I opened the door to the backseat and pushed her inside, getting in behind her. Jamie tossed the keys to Doug and he got in the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?” she asks us breathlessly.

Did I detect a hint of anticipation?

I leaned into her, compassionate for a moment, and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. Jamie thoughtfully had grabbed some napkins and I used them to wipe off the little bit of cum that Blondy left on her chin.

Doug was now driving very determinedly for the frat house.

“Are you up for a party sweetheart?” I ask her seductively, smirking at her.

“If there are more guys like you three,” she says.

The slut moved closer, totally into me, beginning to unbutton my shirt. I wasn’t going to stop her. I recalled momentarily that her panties were still somewhere back in that dirty john, probably now a souvenir of Blondy and his pussy robbing little friend.

Feeling the need, I moved my index and middle fingers up to probe around her relaxed engorged hole, using my thumb to massage her clit, manipulating her pleasure centers as I drive my fingers into the damp sweltering place.

She moaned in pleasure, purring like a cat in heat. I really fell upstairs with this one. I wonder if she would be sated by the time we were finished with her?

“Are you guys in a frat?” she asked before a spasm of pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Yes,” replied Jamie watching our action from the rearview mirror.

“You’re our toy for the night,” I said directly to her, our eyes locked.

Her face was a mixture of pleasure and other emotions, but I sensed reluctance in her eyes too. Good, I always like it when their will for resistance is still intact before we begin. She still thought somehow she had some control, but she had no idea what was going to greet her, not even in her wildest gangbang fantasies.

“How many of you are there?” she asks.

“Thirty-two,” said Doug, again in that matter of fact, bored tone.

For the first time I think that maybe there is reluctance behind the pleasure my ministrations are providing.

“All of you,” she breathed.

I’m not sure if it was a question, or a comment.

I undid my trousers again, and pushed them down beneath her, followed by my Calvin’s, exposing my uncontrollable prick to the air. It sprang up forcefully, pointed directly at that tight slit. She worked to get my jacket around my substantial shoulders. Then she parted my unbuttoned shirt, exposing my broad chest to her slurping tongue, as animal lust took over.

She licked over and around my chest and nipples, kneading the slabs of my pecs in her fingers, grabbing at the handfuls of muscle.

“I love how hard you are!” she exclaimed contentedly.

“There are plenty of hard bodies were we’re going,” I panted in response.

I found this treatment extremely erotic, so I lifted her up to have my amusement. I am essentially naked now with nothing on above the waist and my pants and briefs down on the floor of the truck. She grabbed the back of the seat behind my head as I positioned her above my throbbing member, and then slouched in the seat to make room for our fucking.

Soon I was impaling her yet again. 

This time was so much better though. As soon as I had gotten her into a rhythm of fucking and rocking around my colossal monster, I insistently reached up and, using my considerable strength, ripped her dress off from her body, from top to bottom, exposing those amazing knockers again that I’d fantasized about so much tonight.

One for each hand!

I needed to sanctify her again after that little bastard tarnished her cunt. She was still so extraordinarily tight around me. It took all the slickness of her walls to keep the friction down as she stretched around me like that.

“Hey, man, give me some help,” I begged of Jamie.

“We’ll be there soon,” he replied, but nevertheless he reached his hand around to play with her little clit.

I was sucking her tits, massaging them in both hands.

I could feel Jamie’s fingers probe the pussy lips around where my dick is splitting her apart and it seemed to do the required trick. She released another flood of juice to wet my path, moistening my shaft, allowing my penetration all the way to hilt.

I could feel my tremendous, hairy balls hanging down into the open air, as her ass slammed repeatedly against my thighs. The bitch felt so good. God, just let me cum forever. I wanted to die fucking.

And her pussy pulsated around me like a vice grip, tenderizing my dick like a slab of meat.

There was nothing else at that moment. Jamie’s probing fingers had ceased to exist to me; the truck and the drive to the house had ceased to exist. All that remained was my cock in her pussy. 

MY BIG HARD FUCKING MASSIVE COCK. Penetrating her. Filling her. Shaping her pussy so that it conformed only to my dick. Only knew my feel, my touch.

Her tight little opening was like the smallest, tightest space on the earth, completely containing me like no pussy had ever contained a BIG, HARD DICK like mine before. I knew that we were reaching that wholly primordial place, like some mythical Adam and Eve discovering original sin for the first time.

Her eyes rolled back inside her head, her moans and breathe came raggedly.

This was the edge of an abyss down which she would plunge tonight, as one after another of my brothers ravaged her and the other girls until dawn with the same intensity of the first man plundering the first woman. Each would become, for the briefest second in time, the only HARD COCK in the world to this woman.

This will be complete depravity. A decadent sexual orgy.

I sensed rather than saw Doug and Jamie looking at each other. Something about our breathing informed them that this girl and I were at the mythical place that most men only truly dream about on a night like this, but hardly ever achieve.

I sensed the car speed up, racing to the awaiting throng.

I knew I was deep into her womb, deep into that place where babies are created, ecstatic that I was (in some way) fathering a newfound awareness in her pussy, it had taken my outline. I knew it, I could FEEL it. The tightness became like a second skin around my phallus.

I could no longer feel my movements within her. That was also becoming a lost part of my sensory perception. I was so completely and wholly occupying her, we became one person, one thing for a moment. 

MY BIG, HARD COCK, SHEATHED IN HER TIGHT PUSSY. 

I looked down to make sure that it was still in there. All I felt was a pleasure I had never experienced anytime before. All other feeling down there had long been lost to me.

MY BIG, HARD COCK, SHEATHED IN HER TIGHT PUSSY.

Her lips expanded around and swallowed MY BIG HARD COCK again to remind me of where I was. It was the only thing she understood. Oh, man. I could see it enter and then pull out, encircled by her flesh.

There was only this. Deep, deep, deeper, deeper...my never ending BIG HARD COCK piercing her.

Then in the depths of my balls a tsunami wave washed over me, heading for the shore, crashing loudly.

I let my head fall back, totally lost inside her. Then the motion of her hips sped up in expectancy of the oncoming event. Again my balls expanded, I felt them grow like great tremulous fruit. They quivered, spilling all their contents down the path to her womb. The primal quest to regenerate in the conscious awareness of each of those millions of little sperm poured forth from me. Wave after wave, jet and jet, into those dark nether regions that were so warm. Like sunshine, yet darker than the most mysterious night.

She was now complete.

A scream of pure ecstasy from her filled the waiting silence.

Only then did I realize we had stopped. Man after man stood around us in the garage, staring at the lingering moment in awe. Each acolyte had desire written in his eyes. Waiting to play the game, like hungry wolves, waiting for their turn to participate in this ordained sacrifice.

The waiting hands pulled her naked body off my battering ram, lifting her exhausted form up and into the house.

I looked down at my stiff dick, not as big as I remembered it being a few minutes ago. For the first time this night my energy was momentarily spent. My enormous scepter, in all its glory, slathered in sticky wet glistening pussy juice, now proudly started to bow its massive head after a job well done, retreating painstakingly down to lie dormant along my left thigh, shrinking to a thin, smaller five-inch appendage, hovering just above the hairy twins. And then, with its reduction sadly ended, the shuddering energy done, there was nothing more to say. 

I got up from my seat and went into the house.

I was aware that, even for all that has just passed, the real night was only just beginning.

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