The Cottage - Part 2 'Cumming Again'
One evening, I rang Dave, just after tea.
"Can I call?" I asked, "I'd like to..."
"Alright," he responded, adding, "but I'll have visitors."
"Who?" I queried.
"Nick, you know him..."
Yes, I'd known him - I'd needed a place to satisfy him, that first time we'd met - and Dave hadn't minded me taking him round there, to be screwed in front of him.
"Then there's John."
He wasn't the longest I'd known, but the girth of him - even the dome, shaped like a large mushroom, was big - and too long before him on your knees and your jaw ached, real bad.
John was a teacher; and he took pleasure in spanking your arse cheeks... as he filled you, sliding back and forth, enjoying the sounds made as he did so.
"Anyone else?" I asked of Dave in a quiet voice: this was a little bit more than I'd expected, but, what the...
"Yes, his name is Alan. He's a bit quiet and his cocks strange..."
"What do you mean, strange?" I queried.
"It's almost carrot-shaped."
It sounded 'interesting,' I thought as I walked to Dave's quickly, my left pocket full of things I wanted to wear, to please him.
By the time I reached his house I was breathing heavily, hard with arousal, and filled with nervous anticipation.
Until, once at his, I entered the house and Dave closed the door.
Standing close together in the front hall, I looked over his shoulder toward the closed living-room door.
"Are they here?" I asked, quietly.
"Yes," Dave replied, "they're watching a film."
I knew his films - that would mean they were watching a hardcore gay film.
'So,' I thought, 'they're already hard and ready.'
"Dave?" I began, "Will you ask them if they'll...?"
I went nervous and found it difficult to ask the question.
"Go on?" He prompted me, encouraging me, obviously interested.
"I want to know, if they'll fuck me... one after the other... y'know, uses me, like a whore?"
Dave smiled, that gentle smile of his and responded, "I'm sure they will."
I stepped a little closer to him, wrapping my arms round his neck.
I loosened my hold on him a little, so his lips were close to mine as I said to him, "I want to go in there naked. Is it okay if I change in the bathroom?"
"Of course you can, if that's what you want." He responded.
I wanted to thank him, so knelt before Dave and rubbed at the front of his blue-jeans with my hands, as I asked, "Before I go upstairs and change, can I satisfy you?"
I undid his belt-buckle, the button to his jeans, then his zip and then slid his pants and underpants down his legs.
Dave held my shoulders for balance, as I took his shaft gently in my fingers.
I caressed it, and then guided it to my mouth, where I sucked at the crown, pleased to feel him harden, as I swirled at the tip with my tongue, tasting his slightly salty flesh.
Then I hollowed my cheeks and began a slow sucking action - holding him tight to me as I grip his buttocks.
Groaning, he grasped my shoulders tighter - as he thrust forward, pulling me toward him - pressing me into his thighs.
He began to tense, as he shook a little, prior to shooting his creamy, salty fluid into my mouth.
I swallowed all he gave greedily, pleased that I've pleased him: and I stood slowly, as he dressed.
"I'll go upstairs now," I told Dave, smiling, still tasting him.
"You do that," he responded, turning to the living-room.
Before he opened it, I asked, "Will you ask them if they'll be naked, for me?"
Quickly I added, "So, they can fuck me, one after the other... and Dave?"
"Yes?"
"Can I use your poppers?"
"Of course," he answered smiling, as he opened the door.
I'd undressed quickly in the warmth of his bathroom and took pleasure in watching myself change into the apparel I'd brought with me.
Finally I applied lipstick, pleased to see myself in the mirror looking distinctly 'girly', in the lilac slip, panties and self-supporting fine stockings.
Then, I made my way downstairs, and the men waiting for me.
I entered the front room slowly, feeling naked, though dressed en femme, as none of them had seen me like that, except for Dave.
It was as warm as ever in that room. The light was dim and the flame-effect fire on full. On the television there was a scene set in a men's locker-room; a young blonde in gym kit sat on a bench between a series of long grey lockers; and before him, the coach was admonishing him, for some misdeed.
This much I'd guessed though, as in the background Dave was playing a seventy-eight: I think it was Mendelssohn and for obscure reason I found myself thinking of rolling hills.
To my left was Dave's armchair, which is where he draped his clothes as he undressed down to his underwear. A little further into the room and still to my left was the sofa where the three men sat, all as naked as I was, as I'd wanted.
As I passed them, each of the men's heads turned, following me.
It was obvious that each of them viewed me lascivious intent.I liked that.
Full of expectation myself, at what was to happen, I walked slowly, my hand rubbing at the bulge in my panties through the slip.
There was John, short and blonde, quite stocky in fact, but, I knew how he liked it, hard and rough, it was he who was a teacher and I thought looked Norwegian, with a large-mushroom head to his shaft, which filled you completely, whether it be your mouth, or your arse.
Next to him, sitting in the middle was Nick, or Nicky as he liked to be called.
He was a Greek, who loved to cuddle beneath the duvet for hours, as I'd learnt, doing rather obscene things to my ass, enjoying you, as his submissive toy. Nick wore a lot of gold, had dark hair and olive-coloured skin and I'm sure worked the clubs as a singer, at one time.
But, it was the fellow next to him that I didn't know.
This fellow, who I'd learnt was Alan, was thin and wiry and to my way of thinking, looked like a librarian without clothes.
Yet, it was what was between his legs that fascinated me as I walked toward the middle of the room: Dave had been accurate with his description.
I lay down, looking to my left, with a cushion for my head.
Dave walked over toward me with the little brown bottle of poppers, straight out of the fridge, fresh and strong.
He placed another cushion beneath my hips, to lift my backside, just that little bit higher, supposedly for my comfort.
I inhaled on the poppers deeply, much harder than was needed.
And quickly that euphoric hit swept through me, as I began to appreciate the feel of flesh upon flesh, as Dave's hand gliding across my buttocks.
I closed my eyes, saying softly, "I'm your whore for the evening. Who's first?"
On the screen the young blonde was stuffed full, being servile to two men, while I had three: and my pulse raced.
"I'm first," said John assuredly, "we drew lots."
He stood and through flickering eyelids I watched him spit onto the palm of his hand, and then rub the saliva on that large mushroom crown. He intended to take me without further lubricant, other than his spit and that frightened me for a moment.
He might split me in two.
"Use some of this," Dave told him to my relief, handing him a large white plastic tub of a cold white cream, which John used.
He bunched the slip up over my buttocks and eased my panties down my thighs, then liberally applied some to my sphincter muscles, in and out of me, with one, two and three fingers. He rubbed some onto himself, and then parting my buttocks, John gently nudged that enormous crown against my anus.
I clenched up - I couldn't help it. It was the mere idea of something so big, entering me and perhaps splitting me in two.
"Use the poppers," he snapped.
I did.
I inhaled once, then after I inhaled the fumes a second time, with my eyes closed, I replaced the bottles cap, being sure not to waste any.
John slapped my left buttock, hard, with the flat of his hand.
It was fast, sudden: I felt it - finding it arousing - and relaxed, my sphincter.
As John entered, I'd pushed back. It hurt, but I liked the feeling and wanted to feel as if I were his woman. With only a moan I accepted John's cock in my body, which seemed to fill me up, completely.
He was so huge. Yet, relaxing, it didn't hurt so badly.
To my satisfaction, I'd taken him fully: and soon I was able to feel his belly slapping against my buttocks.
I looked toward the television, where two young men were in a sixty-nine, with a third man, slightly older, watching, crouched low behind one of the two men; as John placed his hands on my waist and began to slide his length in and out of me, grunting hard.
On the screen, the older man slid his length into one of the two, as his young friend licked at his shaft.
My hole was clutched tightly around John's shaft, as he pulled out and he slid back in and I moaned and said, "Fuck me, fuck me please... John."
I closed my eyes, clenching my fists, as John drove deep.
He was slow and rhythmic, at first, but as his lust grew, he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out with venomous intent, calling out, Take it, take it you slut..."
He kept pounding away at my anus for about ten minutes, or so, before finally withdrawing and collapsing over my back, breathing hard.
I lay there, missing the feel of him inside, his fluid leaking out of me and down my inner thighs.
Looking over my shoulder I saw John finish dressing, as Nicky stood up.
I used the poppers once more; as Dave saw John out and then returned to the room and sat down to watch us, as Nicky lay at my left.
I inhaled upon the fumes, as he ran his right hand over my back and then downward, as he kissed my shoulders and neck.
Screwing the top back on the bottle, I lay my head on the cushion, murmuring in euphoric pleasure, to him, "Go on Nicky, enjoy me."
Nick held me to him, his hands roaming over my body.
He cuddled me to him, toying with my nipples, and positioning himself behind me. Then suddenly, I felt him part my buttocks, and the tip of his hardness nudge open my hole, edging into me.
Already lubricated, fully, by John's emissions - and the cold white cream - he slid into me easily, giving me a warm feeling of full.
He grabbed hold of me by my waist and started to thrust in and out of me with long savage thrusts.
He tensed, groaning, driving deeper into me.
I could feel my anus stretching - and then he pulled out, spraying his seed over my backside, as he bit my shoulder, hard.
Then, he stood and like John before him, dressed then left, with Dave seeing him out.
Lying there, I felt shattered, his seed leaking slowly from my anus and down the inside of my thighs.
I looked to my right where the video still ran; and another athletic young blonde guy was being shafted, moaning loudly, as Dave returned to his armchair.
He sat, as Alan stood, his hand on his throbbing erection.
The man was short and wiry of build, his eyes directed toward me.
"I want you on all fours, slut!"He said to me in a quiet voice, as he crossed the room.
The sound of this man sounding assertive made me feel even more aroused - and I wanted him in me, pleasing him with my hole, my body, his to use.
I got on my knees, arse raised.
Then, in almost one movement, Alan squatted behind me, parted my buttocks and slid his length into me.
I groaned.
Alan didn't guide it into me: didn't ease it into me.
He didn't take his time and wasn't gentle.
He slammed his length into me hard and fast.
He held my hips, jabbing in and out, in short thrusts.
"Ohhh yes," I hissed, "that's good."
I was encouraging him, wanting to end it - he wasn't considerate.
He withdrew, almost all the way, then slammed into me again.
Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders, muttering, "Take it, whore..."
He was crazy with lust.
I wriggled my backside against him, pushing him deeper into me, and then tightened my sphincter, to hold him.
"That's it. That's a good girl. Take it. Take it all." It was almost a mantra, grunted between clenched teeth, "Come on bitch, work it, work your ass."
I gyrated my buttocks against him, grinding myself hard on his length inside me. And abruptly, breath rasping, his rhythm broke, his thighs tensed and he shuddered.
"Oh yeah," he cried, thrusting back and forth a few more times.
He groaned and fell over my back, still pumping his jism deep into my bowel.
I hoped he felt satisfied and I told him so, with a tired smile on my face.
"Oh yes," he assured me, "that was nice."
Reaching for a cushion, I lay there with it beneath my head, watching Alan dress as Dave looked to me and asked, "You okay?"
"Oh God, yeah," I replied, feeling fatigued.
With tired eyes, I stared back, as Alan looked to Dave and smiled, saying, "It was a nice evening. But, you're busy, so I'll see myself out."
"Goodnight," my friend replied.
Dave still sat where he had, as each man had taken me - in his favourite armchair, quite languorously stroking his length.
Having used the poppers himself, Dave was sex, sensation, desire - as I was earlier - his eyes fixed on my buttocks, stroking himself, watching me, as I tried to catch my breath.
Dipping his hands into the white tub at the side of his chair, his eyes fixed on my flesh; Dave's cream-slick fingers fisted his erection.
I watched him masturbate slowly, as I crawled on all fours toward the fire, where I lay on the hearthrug on my back, quite spent.
Dave stood and walked toward me, as I stripped from my dishevelled lingerie and laddered stockings.
He turned the television off - there was just snow on the screen as the tape had ended and said, "Watching you was far more interesting."
"Thank you." I told Dave,looking at him.
He lay at my right side, stroking my chest, kissing my flesh, warmed by the fire; and turning to him, we embraced, kissing, tongues entwined, his hands caressing my skin.
Still kissing my body, Dave took me in one hand, as fingers toyed at the entrance to my tender anus, which felt so-sensitive t his touch.
I shivered and he asked against my ear, "Shall I stop?"
"Oh no," I moaned, "Please don't!"
And, as if from nowhere, Dave has the little brown bottle in his free hand, which he passed to me.
Taking off the top, I inhaled and held my breath as sensation heightened for me once again, moaning with delight, as he suckled on my nipples.
Raising my left leg a little, to give him greater access, I breathed out, as a finger, then another, entered me: and I closed my eyes, gasping with pleasure.
"You haven't come yet..." he told me softly.
Pumping fingers inside me, Dave rested his head between my thighs, looking at me. It was obvious from the light in his eyes that he wanted to satisfy me.
He lowered his face toward me, finding my erection.
And, I held his head, stroking his face, as Dave licked my shaft lovingly, finally engulfing me, sucking me, in the moist warmth of his mouth.
It was enjoyable - but, not what I wanted.
I pushed him off me.
"Don't you want to come?" He asked me, surprise evident in his voice.
"But not in your mouth."I added in a seductive tone of voice,stroking him.
"So, how do you want me?" He queried, seemingly anxious to please, me.
"On the couch." I told him,smiling.
Dave stood and walked to the sofa, where he sat, waiting for me.
Crossing the room on all fours, my erection was hard, bobbing a little.
I stood and as I lay upon him, Dave enfolded me in his arms our shafts lying next to one another, trapped between our bellies.
We kissed.
I took hold of my erection, as he spread his legs beneath me, biting at his neck gently and Dave moaned, with pleasure.
Using some of the cream from the tub, I smeared it around his anus and my shaft; and his eyes widened as my fingers opened him, ready, for me.
With my hands on his thighs, I pushed his legs up, so his knees touched his chest, exposing his lubricated hole to my gaze.
As I guided my erection into him Dave tightened his inner muscles around me - holding me, wrapping his legs around me.
Supporting my weight on my hands I ground away rhythmically into him, feeling his heels dig into my lower back.
Rising and falling, I looked down into his eyes, pleased with the evening and myself.
I leaned forward, put my mouth against his, pushing my tongue through his lips. As our tongues met and his sought entrance to my mouth I could taste my semen on him: and, as they meshed together I rose and fell on him, sliding my length in and out of his lubricated hole.
Yet, all too suddenly I groaned and climaxed, jetting my seed deep inside him, holding Dave tight, kissing him passionately, and staring into his eyes.
Finally I lay on him, as my erection became quite limp, then slithered out of Dave's receptive hole, leaving a mixture of my fluid and the cream dripping down his inner thigh.
In the aftermath of this exploration into submissive gay sex I lay there, on top of him, smiling - shattered, but very satisfied.
We kissed, and then I stood, looking down at Dave sitting there, legs splayed, a hand on his own shaft, as he sought his own fulfilment.
"I had a nice evening," I told Dave, smiling as he shot his cream upward and onto his chest - while he stared at my naked body.
"Got to go clean up," I informed him, prior to going upstairs and his warm comfortable bathroom.
Squatting down on the toilet I tightened my inner muscles, to expel the men's fluids, cleaning myself, before standing to look at myself in the mirror, smiling.
Back downstairs I stood looking at Dave, so he could enjoy looking at my body, as his hand pumped up and down his blood-engorged erection.
He wanted relief, again; so I walked across the room and knelt before him.
With my left hand I teased his nipples; as with my right I caressed his thigh's.
I lowered my head, opening my mouth, licking at his flesh.
Dave groaned as I swallowed his shaft and began a gentle sucking motion on the sensitive skin beneath the domed head.
I licked at him, swirling my tongue, as he slowly began to thrust himself toward me, trying to get his length into my warm, moist mouth - and into my throat. I gagged for a second, and then continued to pleasure him.
Suddenly he came, flooding my mouth.
And, as he slid from me, I smiled, stroking his chest; then wrapped my arms round his neck, pulling his face to mine. We kissed, as I swallowed his cream and our lips met, tongues melding, as if one, his fluids ours to taste.
The kiss ended, I stood.
Then, like the others earlier, I dressed and left.
I was pleased - to have learnt that I enjoyed being who and what I was: a submissive, with a dominant streak. After everything else I'd learnt of myself this was not somewhat of a revelation. It just was.
As I walked homeward, I mused on that one, saying aloud, "Oh well, at least it's interesting..."