Alien Visit
Chapter 8
With a new day came additional demands from Pieter for some action. I suppose it would be over-stating the case to state that they were demands. As much as I loved sex with him, I pounced on any chance to get it on with him. And he never disappointed. He was a better lover than even Marshawn was. My basketball playing husband was mostly a top. Pieter was very much versatile. I found that living with him made me more versatile too. Perhaps, it was his pheromones acting on me. But, I really think his sweet, hungry ass was more of an incentive. I'm not saying that Marshawn didn't have a sweet ass, but he didn't seem to love getting fucked as much as Pieter does.
And the truth be told, Marshawn didn't have super-fast recovery like Pieter does. He was quick compared to most men, but Marshawn took at least twice as long before he could give me another pounding. And Pieter delivers bigger loads. So, yeah, I'm a size queen and I love big loads.
But, the odd thing is that when we fucked with Tony next door, I felt more like a top than I usually would, and again with Drake. But, you could also conclude that they enjoyed bottoming and loved my big, black dick, so they wanted me to fuck them. In Drake's case, I think I wasn't all that eager to bottom for him, because he doesn't have a big dick like Pieter or Marshawn. Tony does have a big dick, so I'm good to go with him. And he's young and recovers fast, like all teenagers do. I sure hope he brings over his black friend someday soon, too. I haven't had a black man fuck me since Marshawn died. I'd like to see how he's different from my former husband.
After Pieter and I showered and got the day started, I kissed him and told him I'd be back in the afternoon. I'd eat lunch with him and then head over to the Connor house that was my listing. At the office, I called Mr. Connor and reminded him of the afternoon appointments and while I had him on the phone I asked him if he'd thought of where he wanted to move after his current home was sold.
"Ya know," he mused. "I think I'd like to live very nearby or in Malibu."
"How big of a house do you want and what price range are you thinking of?" I pressed.
"Well, I think I'll probably marry again, but not for a while. I need to get over this two-timing bitch!" he nearly yelled. After a few moments, he went on, "And I'm thinking that because it is Malibu, I'll need to push my budget to something less than $30 million. Is that possible in Malibu?"
"It is. And do you want it furnished or unfurnished?"
"That depends on whether my current house is sold with or without furniture."
"Are you looking for any particular style?" I asked.
"I don't want Mediterranean. That's too dark and too heavy. I can't stand that new crap they build that's all angles and lines. It's so sterile and ugly," he insisted. "The new place needs big entertaining spaces, inside and out. If the kitchen isn't modern with all the best appliances, I'll insist on a lower price. But, I'd prefer not to live in a construction zone. And it must have a four-car garage or bigger. I have a couple of classic cars that I'd prefer to have at my home instead of in storage that's miles away. Those babies need to be driven, not collecting dust."
"Are you looking for a large piece of land for the house to sit on?"
"Well, I'm not sure," he hedged. "But, I do know that I don't want acreage. That's too much trouble to take care of. However, if it is well landscaped and requires minimum care, I might be interested."
"Any other features of the house or grounds that you think you'd like to have?" I wondered.
He was silent for a moment. "Well, I'd love to have a view of the ocean, but I'm not sure that for $30 million that I can have ocean front property. Oh, and I don't want to be presented with a staircase the moment I open the door. Off to one side is fine or even somewhere else in the house is better. But, NOT staring you in the face the moment you walk in."
"I'll keep that in mind. And you can get a home on the beach for $30 million. But, it might be smaller than you want or in need of some updating," I cautioned.
"Well, let's see what's out there and I'll make up my mind after I see it."
"And when would you like to start looking? Do you want to start now or wait until you have an offer in hand?" I asked.
"Let's wait until I see an offer on this place," he said. "That way, I'll know if the furniture goes with me or stays here. Meanwhile, why don't you go ahead and see what's out there. If something really hits all the marks that I've set up, I might be able to do something about making an offer on that new place. But, it would have to be absolutely perfect."
"Let me see what I can do," I suggested.
"Thanks, B.J.," he replied. "Keep me informed." With that final comment, he hung up. I reminded Joan that I'd be out for the afternoon. She handed me three more messages from brokers who said they had potential clients who might be interested in the Connor home. I asked her if she had signed up for real estate classes. She giggled like a school girl and said that she had.
"How much was the class tuition, including books?" I asked. She gave me a figure. I pulled out the checkbook for the business and wrote her a check for the full amount. "Consider this a cancellable loan when you finish the classes," I smiled. "I know how good you are, so I also know that I'll never see that money again. It'll be the best money I've ever spent. You'll graduate at the top of your class!"
Joan thanked me for my confidence in her and went back to something she was working on.
I went back to my desk and called the three brokers who had left messages with Joan. All three seemed genuinely interested, so I set up tentative appointments for tomorrow afternoon. I called Mr. Connor to confirm that tomorrow afternoon worked for him (and it did). With e-mail messages sent to the three brokers confirming appointment times, I started looking through the on-line site for properties in the Malibu area. Several were completely unsuitable for Mr. Connor's needs. A few had promise, but after carefully reviewing the details, they didn't work out, either.
An hour later, I finally found one that looked like it had potential. It was on nearly an acre of land with a home that was right at 5,000 square feet of space, excluding the four door garage on the side. The pictures of the interior showed that it was beautifully decorated with an upgraded kitchen and bathrooms. It was a four-bedroom, five-bathroom home with spacious living areas for parties and dinners. The home was three stories facing the ocean with two bedrooms including the enormous master on the top floor, the general living space and two more bedrooms on the main floor along with a library which could be used as an office, and the walk out, daylight basement with massive spaces for parties. Also the bottom floor had a second kitchen from which the owner could serve or make hot food and dispense drinks. A large refrigerator with a separate freezer completed the party room.
Outside was a large, rectangular, infinity pool with appropriate outdoor furniture and an outdoor kitchen. Palm trees and two citrus trees flanked the yard, but didn't obstruct the view of the ocean from any room. From the ocean side of the house, the home was decked out with floor-to-ceiling windows. On the main and bottom levels were spacious decks with sliding glass doors that disappeared into the walls, allowing for indoor-outdoor living. The main level deck provided a covering for the bottom level to keep the family and visitors out of the sun or infrequent inclement weather and providing cover while cooking outside.
I printed out two copies of the listing which gave me one copy to leave with Mr. Connor after I'd shown his home this afternoon. I kept one for myself. The price was within the range he had specified. However, the one drawback I saw was that the house was built in the 1920s. An old home like that could need some major upgrades of the plumbing and electrical grid. I'd have to check with the listing agent as to the age of the roof, plumbing, and electrical, if Mr. Connor expressed an interest in it.
The rest of the morning I spent paying bills. At 11:30, I bid Joan good day and drove home. Pieter greeted me in the kitchen with lunch nearly prepared. "But, I think we have time to get reacquainted," he smirked. My pants came off, his face pressed hard between my ass cakes just long enough to get me wet before he slipped that fat, long pink dick up my hungry hole. "FUCK!" Pieter sighed. "Every time I get inside you, it's like the first time. It's always exciting, always tight, and always eager." I wiggled my ass at him and grabbed his hard, butt-muscle cheeks with both hands. I urged him to go deeper and faster. His pheromones could be messing with me, but I doubted that. I really loved his big dick in my ass getting ready to breed me.
I didn't have long to wait. In under a minute, he was roaring out his nutt and I was whimpering with lust and joy. As was usual for him, he continued to plow my ass for another three to four minutes. When he finally finished, he pulled out and ate me out, and then kissed me, sharing in the bounty of his heavy balls.
I turned him around and repeated his actions on his ass. He was very appreciative, plowing me and breeding me a second time. Finally, we disconnected and ate lunch. I checked my watch. I had barely enough time to shower off our sexual scents including pheromones and get to the Connor home in time to greet my first appointment. Pieter grabbed my ass and dick and pulled his pants down, trying to entice me to fuck him again. I was able to resist that spectacular ass, but only barely. Then, he turned around and waved his hard dick at me. The precum on the tip was so tantalizing. As it was, I probably bloomed a roomful of pheromones just looking at that pretty dick and butt. Hopefully, the walk to my appointment would dissipate the pheromones enough to keep me from getting jumped.
The first appointment was on time. He brought a potential buyer with him, but the buyer wasn't interested after a ten minute tour of the house. They had words in the driveway about being shown homes that the agent knew he wouldn't like. "Fuck off!" the potential buyer shouted. "You're fired." Showing an infinite amount of stupidity, the agent sped off. "Well, isn't he a piece of work," he sighed. I walked out to talk to him. He was still steamed, but knew it wasn't my fault. "Clearly, I need a new agent," he said. "How about you? Are you available?"
I nodded, but knew I had to call the other agent and let him know how displeased the client was and that he'd asked me to take over. I knew the agent would be pleased to be rid of the client, but he had still been very unprofessional. "I have another potential buyer coming along in a few minutes. If you'd like to hang around, I can give you a ride to wherever you need to go right after that," I suggested.
"Done," he said with a handshake.
"While we're waiting, why don't you tell me what you are looking for in a new home," I said. "Let's go back inside, so I can write all this down." He joined me inside the home and we conversed for another 30 minutes, before Drake and his client appeared. Drake knew the house already, so I didn't interfere, but focused on my new client, Brandon. He was a nice enough guy as far as I could tell, but he didn't like being led into homes that clearly didn't meet his needs. I'd have to be careful with this one.
Drake's client proved to be very interested in the house. Of course, not everything was to his liking and he made a few comments about minor changes he would make. He said he'd take the furniture and furnishings, though, as part of the deal. "We'll go back to my office and write up the offer, B.J.," Drake smiled at me. The potential owner smiled broadly.
As they walked back to Drake's car, I pulled Drake aside. "I have three more brokers coming tomorrow afternoon. There's a lot of interest in this house, so keep that in mind."
"If this offer is the winner, you and Pieter owe me an afternoon of hard fucking," he whispered.
I smiled and nodded. "You're on!"
After they left, I called Joan at the office and asked her to give me the phone numbers of the three brokers who were scheduled for tomorrow. I called all three and left a message with two of them and spoke directly with the third. "There is an offer coming in on the house you wanted to visit tomorrow. Unless you have a client who is very interested in it, I'm cancelling our appointment."
All three returned my call between the time I left Mr. Connor's home and when I took Brandon to his car. Only one of the brokers still wanted to see the house. I suggested that if he and his client were available this afternoon, I would hold off on presenting the current offer to the home owner. He said he'd call me back immediately. Just as I opened the door to my house, the broker called. "We can be there in 35 minutes. Is that okay?" he asked.
"I'll be there to show you around. Give me your license plate number and I'll give you an access code to get through the gate," I instructed. Pieter was waiting for me in usual evening attire: nothing on. I smiled and nearly laughed. "You're messing with me and I love that. But, I have to go back to the Connor place in a few minutes. If we fuck around, I'll have to shower again and I don't have time to do both. You'll just have to hold off for a few more minutes. If this goes well, I may have competing bids for the house."
"And I'll reward you in the most spectacular way when you get back," he grinned evilly. "You know you're gonna get fucked and bred so many times that you'll slosh when you move."
I laughed at his promised reward. But, I knew he was good for it. If anything, this man could deliver on any sexual promise he made and probably exceed it. I needed that kind of action on my ass. And I knew that he wasn't the only one who would deliver loads into hungry, eager male butts the instant I stepped back through the door. I had designs on his ass, too.
Leaving the house before I got into trouble and clearing my mind of his promises so that my pheromones wouldn't run rampant while I walked back to the Connor place, I walked slowly to my next appointment. Again, I walked around and turned on the lights, so the potential new owner could see what he was buying. I turned on a music channel in every room that had a connection to the DirecTV satellite. It wasn't exactly "elevator music", but it was soft and unobtrusive.
The broker was someone I knew. He introduced me to his client and the client's twin sons. I showed them through the house, pointing out features that I thought would interest them. With the outside tour finished, the client and broker huddled in the kitchen. The twins and I remained outside. Through a little probing conversation with them, I found out that they were graduating from high school next month and were on athletic and academic scholarships to a local state college. And the more we talked, the more my gaydar pinged. They were amazing physical specimens, considering their young age. Their parents wouldn't allow them to play football or rugby because of the real possibility of permanent injury. However, the boys excelled on the track, being very fast in the short running distances. And both were very accomplished in the javelin, finishing one and two in the state championships.
The more I talked to them, the more my libido began picturing of them naked before me. Their muscle shirts didn't hide the long, hard muscles of their shoulders and arms and their shorts cupped seductively their round butts and gave hints of big dicks in the front. "It looks like this may take a while," I said. "Why don't we sit over here and wait for them?" I added, indicating a nearby bench beneath a large tree.
They grinned their agreement and sat down on either side of me. Their proximity set off my pheromones and I couldn't do a thing about it. I was working hard NOT to fantasize about fucking around with them, but it wasn't working. All I had to do was look at either of them and they'd smile devilishly back at me. My dick started to swell. Even in my dress slacks, anyone within 30 feet knew I was getting hard. And they were within a foot. One of them leaned in and nuzzled my neck. He got a big hit of pheromones. His twin gently tugged on my other ear with his teeth. He got an identical hit of sexual stimuli. "Your father will be coming out for you at any moment," I whispered hoarsely, reveling in their need to get down and dirty with me. "Perhaps, we should put this off for another time."
Neither moved a muscle that didn't involve more exploration of my body. My hard dick was quickly discovered. My hands were moved to their equally hard equipment. Their nuzzling turned to kissing and licking. I couldn't resist, but I had to. My professional standing was in serious jeopardy. Reluctantly, I pulled away and stood up. My dick bulged menacingly against the fabric of my slacks. "When are you available? We need to get fucked by you," one begged. The other nodded vigorously as he groped my burgeoning dick.
I pushed his hand away again and replied, "My boyfriend lives with me, but I know he'd be interested in playing with you as well." They looked crestfallen. "However, his dick is bigger than mine and so are his muscles. I have to assume that with your equipment, you know how to fuck, too?" Again, they nodded eagerly. "Pieter and I enjoy versatile sex. Are you still interested?"
"Fuck, YEAH!" they exploded in unison. "Just name the time and place." I learned that the one who wanted me to just name the time and place was called David. His twin was Devon. Unless they wore name tags, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Maybe with their clothes off, I could. But, right now, not a prayer.
"Leave me a way to contact you and I'll check with my boyfriend to see when he's available, too," I finally agreed.
"Perfect!" Devon agreed. "Uh, do you have recent test results? We do!" he beamed. I nodded.
"We bareback all the time with each other, but love how big your dick is and want to feel it where it belongs deep inside us," David volunteered. "We have some friends from school that service us, but those are only blowjobs or butt rims. Besides, they don't have big dicks like you or us, so we prefer big ones," he added with a big smile.
"And your boyfriend you said has a big one, too?" pressed Devon. Again, I nodded. "And his test results are current, too?"
"Uh, well, he's new and doesn't have results. But, we've been fucking bareback for quite a while and I'm still negative," I dodged.
They glanced at each other and shrugged. "Have some condoms that'll fit him and then we'll decide if we'll play with him bareback or not," David offered.
"I'll make sure that happens. You'll really like him. He's amazing," I crowed. As they walked back inside, I made sure that I squeezed a round, black butt in each hand. They turned around and stroked my hard dick to retaliate. "You'll get us all in trouble. My dick shows dramatically when I'm hard," I hissed.
"You started it," Devon smirked, but didn't take his hand away from my crotch, nor did David.
David turned and yelled toward the house, "Are you gonna be much longer, Dad?"
Their father replied, "About five more minutes. Be patient."
"Five minutes," David smiled devilishly. "I think our real estate man needs us to help him out," he said looking over at his twin. They frog marched me (willingly) over behind a tree and stripped my pants off. David sucked my dick and Devon ate my ass. "Your dick is huge and leaks a lot of precum," David sighed.
"And you've been fucked bareback recently, too," Devon added. "I can taste the load that some guy pumped up here. Your boyfriend?"
I nodded with a sigh. "Yeah, it's his loads. He nutts a lot when he climaxes."
"So, you aren't just a top?" David pressed. "I thought with that big dick, you'd always have guys wanting you to plow their holes."
"That would be true if I fucked around a lot, I suppose. But, Pieter has a monster dick and he knows how to use it. Frequently," I asserted.
"Does he get fucked?" David wondered.
"Oh, yeah," I grinned as I got closer and closer to my climax. "He loves my big, black dick breeding his hungry, white hole." I groaned. "And if you don't stop sucking my dick, I'm gonna cum in your mouth."
"Well, we can't have that, can we," David mumbled around my dick. But, he didn't stop. If anything, he sucked harder and played gently with my heavy balls, giving them the attention they loved when I was close to nutting. I warned him again, but the words were lost in my throat as I moaned with pleasure.
Devon had pulled his face out of my ass and slipped at least half the length of his dick up inside my manhole. "Fuck!" I whispered. "Fuck!" escaped my lips again as the full length of Devon's dick hit bottom. "Fuck, yeah!" I added, backing up on to his black, stallion dick.
I croaked out a last warning. This time, David took me seriously, but instead of pulling off and stroking me to a climax, he turned quickly and impaled himself on my wet, hard dick.
"I'm gonna nutt," Devon moaned, as he slammed hard into my ass and held on. "Fuckin' sweet ass, B.J.," he sighed, but didn't reduce his relentless pounding of my black hole. "Your boyfriend has gotta love this sweet hole."
As if that were the trigger I was waiting for, I pumped forward, ramming my dick to the full depth it could reach. David cried out softly, but didn't pull away. In fact, his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into him. I bucked and sprayed the beginnings of my cream. Devon's arms were wrapped tightly around my chest as he fucked upward into my taller ass. David backed into me, making sure that my dick was fully buried.
A few moments later, we pulled apart, panting like rabid dogs. "Your father is gonna shit a brick if he finds us like this," I muttered. We quickly pulled our clothes on and tried to look like we hadn't been fucking our brains out. Only a few seconds later, their father called to them.
"Ready to go, boys?" he queried from the doorway. The twins nodded and headed toward him. I followed a few feet back, again admiring their sweet, high, and round butts. I wanted to get into both of those black butts as soon as possible. If David was anything like his brother Devon's dick and skills, I was going to ride their big dicks several times.
Inside, I shook hands and smiled at the father. The agent gave me a big grin and thumbs-up. "I'll fax you the offer this evening," he smiled. "I'm sure the owner will be happy with the bid."
As they drove away and I walked down the street to go home, my cellphone rang. It was Drake. "I have an offer for you that I'll send over this evening via fax. It has a 48-hour deadline to accept or reject. I think the owner will be pleased with the offer."
I reminded him that there was other interest in the property, but I'd be sure to present his offer tomorrow morning or at the owner's earliest convenience.
After we disconnected, I phoned Mr. Connor, the owner. "I left a copy of a Malibu listing in your kitchen. I think you might like it. And it looks like you'll have two offers on the house. Would you be available tomorrow morning to review them?"
"Uh, no. I have an important meeting that I can't dodge, but I will be available in the early afternoon. Would that be okay?" he asked.
"Of course," I allowed. "The offers won't expire for two days."
"Can you give me a clue as to what's offered?" he pressed.
"Not yet," I cautioned. "Both brokers said that they'd have the firm offers in my hands tonight, but didn't tell me for what amount or if they wanted the furnishings. I can call you later this evening after I review them, if you'd like."
"Please do," he exclaimed. "I don't think I can sit through that meeting tomorrow with such a big decision hanging over my head without at least some information."
"No problem," I smiled. "When is it too late to call?"
"Try to make it before 10 p.m."
"Shall do!"
At my front door, I was about to reach for the latch when Pieter opened it, smiling in his birthday suit. "I've missed you," he beamed. "And so did my ass and dick."
"I can see that," I smiled back. He helped me tug off my clothes and pushed the door closed behind us. I told him about the two offers that were coming in on the Connor place as he undressed me and nuzzled every inch of newly exposed skin. I was about to suggest that we go out for dinner to celebrate, but his pheromones and my need to get fucked by him overwhelmed any other thoughts.
Pieter pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me on to the bed on my back. He moved over me and pushed my legs into my chest. His lips and tongue found my asshole immediately. After a second, he pulled back. "Someone has made a recent deposit," he smiled. "Someone we know?"
"Someone who may become our neighbors," I revealed. "Twin boys serviced me while their dad and Drake discussed the offer they'd be making."
"One of them unloaded in your ass," Pieter acknowledged. "And the other one got fucked by you," he added after he'd tasted my dick. "I'm assuming that they are of legal age?"
I nodded and smiled. "And you'll like them. They say they love to get fucked by big dicks and their big, black dicks are very large. In fact, I immediately thought of Marshawn's huge, black dick when I got fucked by Devon. But, I know they'll both love your monster breeding them."
"What's the name of the one that you fucked?"
"David," I responded. "And he has the sweetest hole. I'm sure his brother uses him all the time. I sure would if I had an ass like that available to me all the time. And he's a great cocksucker. I thought I was gonna nutt in his mouth, but he turned around and impaled himself on my hard dick just before I shot. And that was about the time that Devon bred me."
"Well, it's my turn to do some breeding," Pieter smiled as he peeked over my heavy balls and hard dick, and pulled away from eating Devon's load from my ass. He walked on his knees up to my butt and plugged in slowly. After a great fuck from Devon, this is what I really yearned for. Pieter's dick is just the right size for my hungry hole. Every time he enters me, I feel like my ass tunnel has to stretch to accommodate him. The big dickhead plows the way for the thick shaft to follow. And I know he's gonna breed me. That's what makes each session more fun each time he tops me.
Pieter leaned in and kissed me softly. I deeply inhaled his pheromones on purpose. I wanted the full treatment. And he nuzzled my neck to give him a big hit of my scent. His hips were working faster and faster to get his dick as deep as he could before he impregnated me with his warm seed. My hands on his ass urged him to go faster and deeper. I wanted him to fuck me hard and breed me deep. I needed him so badly. But, my dick was sending me signals that his increased pace was going to make me shoot. I mumbled a warning around his kissing lips. He read the signal easily.
Pulling away from the kiss, but no missing a thrust of his hips, Pieter engulfed my hard dick and sucked. I know I was mere seconds away from flooding his mouth. I gargled out a warning, but never released my grip on his wonderfully muscular butt. I was fantasizing about how much I wanted to get my face between those beautiful cakes and how deep I was going to pound my dick into him. He needed to get fucked even more than I needed to breed him.
With a roar, he pumped hard and held my ass against his crotch, flooding me with his male seed. I muttered a final warning about my impending climax. His lips closed over my sensitive dickhead and sucked hard. The first thick volley of cream rocketed out of my swollen dick and down his throat. He sucked and swallowed as his hips never missed a beat in their attempt to plant his seed deeper than he'd ever been. I bucked beneath him, not sure if my ass needed his dick more than my dick needed his throat. But, both were satisfied within a couple more minutes.
When Pieter pulled off, he smiled. "I love it when we nutt together and I get the best of it: a big load pumped up your ass and your sweet dick gravy in my mouth."
He moved up and kissed me, sharing my load. With my hands still on his ass, I encouraged him to continue fucking me. I hoped he had another load in those big balls to add to the one he'd already given me. He seemed to read my thoughts. His hips moved more resolutely, pushing his big dick in and out of my ass. I felt hardness flow back into his dick, giving it more length, too. And the more we kissed, the faster he fucked me.
Without warning, I felt his big dick jerk inside me again and again. I knew he was delivering another of his warm jizz baths into my hungry love tunnel. When his climax ended, I felt his dick slowly deflate. After it slipped out, I forced him to turn around and sit on my face. I knew this would put me into direct contact with the most potent pheromones on his body. Purposefully, I ate and inhaled, building up a deep need to fuck him.
Pieter pulled away from my face and turned around. His ass hovered over my upright organ for only a second before he descended the full, thick length. "I've been fantasizing about your dick in my ass since you left early this afternoon," he beamed at me. "I hope those boys at the Connor house didn't drain your big nuts too much."
"I always have more jizz, especially for your amazing ass," I countered. "And that's especially true after you've sat on my face. Those pheromones inspire me to fuck ass more than it gets me eager to get fucked. And after I breed you, you can always pound my hole again. You know how much I love your huge dick inside me, pumping out another load."
His hard ass welcomed my dick to the root. I pushed up against him to make sure I was totally inside his sweet tunnel of love. With my hands resting on his hips, I pushed up into him and pulled back out a few inches. He threw his head back, reveling in the pleasure my fat, long dick gave him. "Yeah, just like that," Pieter whispered hoarsely. "Fuck that ass, Baby! Load me up!"
As my pace increased, I could feel his ass muscles massage my hard dick. He knew how to make me nutt inside him whether I wanted to or not. This was definitely one of those instances where I had no control over the proceedings. "You're gonna make me nutt too quickly," I warned.
"Is there such a thing as too quickly?" he smiled down at me, but didn't change how much his ass was tormenting me. I closed my eyes and groaned at the rising pleasure. "I know you're good for many more. All I have to do is sit on your face and you're gonna fuck me and breed me again."
Of course, he was right. He could do anything he wanted when we were like this. I was only along for the ride and was the vehicle to deliver a load of sperm into his hungry manhole. I don't know why I thought I could control the situation. I suppose I could have pulled out, but what would be the point of that? I needed to nutt inside him as much he wanted to take it. From his perspective, this was a win-win situation. And if I were honest with myself, it was for me as well.
With one final lunge, I pumped another creamy load up his stretched hole. Ropes of creamy jizz rocketed into him as my hips flailed to keep up with the depth of my pleasure and soaring heights of my climax. Pieter moaned loudly, appreciating our mutual pleasure peaks. This is what men are meant to do with each other, we concluded as we kissed again and again.
This story is fiction, your life is not. Always play safe.
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