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The Great British Gang Bang
After the Season 7 Finale ...
It was the night after the finale and the tent was still set up. Everyone had gone home -- the bakers, their families, the crew -- except for Paul Hollywood. He had driven back to the tent after the rowdy wrap-up party for one of his favourite and private night-time rituals, indulging in the bakers' treats indiscriminately outside of the camera's scrutiny. He opened one of the fridges where the leftover showstoppers for the finale were wrapped in cling film for the crew and the neighbouring town's folks to take home: custard tarts and chocolate cakes, scones and sausage rolls, mini quiches and cream-stuffed eclairs. The bread baker licked his lips and took out a custard tart, devouring it in a broad-mouthed, manly swallow, before munching on a sausage roll and then a mini quiche. He was so lost in the frenzy of his virile appetite, he almost did not hear the distant footsteps and whispers. Panicking, he ducked behind one of the work stations, hoping his presence would not be noticed -- probably a production member who had forgotten something.
The figures came closer, their voices increasingly louder, and their identities came unmistakably into view from the light of their electric torches. It was four of the bakers: Michael, Tom, Selasi and Andrew. They were holding bottles of champagne and had clearly also come back from the wrap-up party, more than a little drunk, their arms on each others shoulders like a bunch of lads after a night out on the town.
"We're not going to get caught?" asked Michael
"Nah, I asked a production manager -- it is totally deserted!" Tom responded
"I'm going to miss you guys," said Selasi, the relaxed and sexy Ghanian hunk.
"Me too, we need to keep up our parties. Partying with you lads at the Bed and Breakfast -- I'll remember those hot times forever," Tom replied, grinning.
Hot times? Parties? Paul was intrigued. But what he saw next made his greyish blue eyes widen in disbelief and his cock start throbbing. Andrew whose head was on Selasi's shoulder, turned to him and leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. Not to be outdone, Tom did the same with young Michael who was more than happy to oblige. Soon the men were removing their shirts and flinging them across the workstations and hastily removing their trousers and underwear while passionately making out. Their cocks were hard and large, and after swapping spit for a bit, they traded partners, stroking each other's erections throughout. It was then that Paul decided to make his presence known.
"What's going on here lads?" he said getting up, his legs spread, his hands in his pockets, his face inscrutable.
The colour drained from the bakers' faces, as they stared at him with their mouths gaping open, still holding each other's cocks in their hands.
"We... we thought... we were alone," said Andrew in his Northern Irish accent, his voice slightly cracking.
"Clearly," said Paul with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Is this the party you've been talking about lads?"
They remained mute, like statues. Not wanting to torture them further, Paul smiled and began to unbutton his shirt with a sexy mischievous look in his eyes. Once he had worked his way through the last button, the silver fox let his shirt fall from his broad shoulders revealing his thick and sexy physique. He had a real man's body: massive shoulders, muscular arms from kneading all that dough, and a thick and juicy torso coated in just the perfect amount of greying chest hair. He could hear the sound of the bakers' strained breathing and shock as he then began to unbutton his trousers, removing them slowly and posing there in his boxer briefs in his typically imposing stance.
"Should I go on?" he asked with a mischievous glint.
"Oh please... please do," cooed sweet Andrew in horny disbelief, his large, curved alabaster cock emerging proudly from an unruly bush of red pubic hair. Selasi was smiling broadly and already tugging on his large chocolate log as Tom and Michael tentatively began to do the same. Paul slowly removed his briefs and his girthy eight-inch Yuletide log sprung out, leaking pre-cum from its smooth cockhead. He had a thick and girthy sausage -- proudly British and meaty, just like Paul himself. Slowly, Paul approached the men and once he was in their circle, they put their hands tentatively on his chest, as if assessing if he were real. But soon their shyness was eclipsed by their horniness and Tom and Andrew were rubbing Paul's chest, groping his capacious arse and thighs, tweaking his sizable nipples. Paul, in turn, made out with each of the bakers passionately while taking turns stroking their cocks, inspecting their hefty meat swords the way he assessed bread loaves during the oft-feared bread week.
"Ok, sit on the table," said Paul, telling the bakers to move to where the technical challenges were anonymously assessed. One by one they sat on the checkered tablecloth, their dripping cocks sticking out proudly, not knowing what to expect. Had they realized they might have fainted with excitement, as Andrew gasped as the manly Paul Hollywood got down on his knees subserviently and began to suck on his Northern Irish schlong. They couldn't believe it -- he was going to assess their cocks one by one, just as in a technical challenge!
"AAAHHH, I can't AAH belive AAAH this is happening..." moaned Andrew excitedly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt his cock hit the back of Paul's hungry throat. "Fuck, oh fuck, this head is pure class." Paul's lips moved hungrily up and down the young lad's girthy shaft before he gently spat it out and started sucking his large balls dusted with ginger hair. Paul held Andrew's glistening wet cock in his hand and gave it an appreciative squeeze. It's large, plump size was enticingly disproportional to the lad's lean body -- forming a rather poetic contrast. He had a fragrant yet manly odor on his large balls that were abundantly filled with spunk Paul couldn't wait to taste!
"Your cock is magnificent, Andrew. It has a beautiful thickness and firmness. Gorgeous tart flavor here at the tip, and your testicles have a wonderful smokiness and sweet, sweaty musk," Paul pronounced while bouncing Andrew's cock adoringly in his hands.
Andrew was swooning, just as he did the first time he was made Star Baker. Paul moved to Selasi next whose large chocolate cock was a mouthful for his greedy lips. Still, he got it through his mouth with dedication and moaned appreciatively as he bobbed his silver head enthusiastically on the African schlong. After a thorough sucking, he gently spat it out to assess it, his face coated in his own spit and his eyes glistening with happiness.
"Terrific manly musk and richly flavoured and you've actually got scent and taste perfectly balanced. The heft and texture of your cock is gorgeous. It's creamy, it's silky, it's a joy to put in my mouth!"
Tom, the winner of Bread week was next, his thick cock standing proud and erect, its cockhead glistening copiously with precum anticipating Paul Hollywood's velvety mouth. As soon as Paul had swallowed the entire cock, he instantly emitted an appreciative mmm sound. At first, he began to fuck his face on Tom's dick at his own pace but Tom brashly put his hand on the baker's silver head domineeringly and pummeled his mouth, smashing his sweaty pubes against Paul's nose at a furiously rapid rate.
"Ah yeah... stuff your face with it, you greedy chap."
Paul's face turned red and after a lengthy skull fuck he was finally released and gently spat Tom's baguette out. With a cheeky smirk on his face, Paul kissed the cock gingerly and gave its leaking piss slit a lick. It was clear to him now that Tom had made his infamously phallic-shaped bread as a come on to him, letting him know that he wanted to stick his Thor's hammer into Paul's tempting butt.
"Your loaf truly rose to the challenge, Tom: meaty, warm and packed with flavor. Loved the contrast between the hard, firm shaft and the soft spongey head with its constant leaking of sweet spicy pre-cum. Well done!"
Sweet Michael was last but not least. Paul smirked seeing the sexy nineteen-year old jock breath heavily, betraying his obvious excitement and nervousness. As soon as Paul's naked, full-figured physique fully came into Michael's perimeter of vision, Paul could hear the young lad's nervous gulp. If Michael was anxious and excited, his cock, however, expressed nothing but confidence. Emerging proudly from a bed of unruly black pubes, the cock was both fat and tall and stood proudly like a Cypriot sentinel saluting his general. Paul smacked his lips and bent down in front of the cock, giving it a deep sniff to inhale its youthful musk. He stared at it reverently, as if eyeing a particularly well-baked loaf and swallowed the whole thing, the other bakers oohing as the meatstick vanished in between his lips in no time. After being paralyzed from pleasure and incredulity for a few minutes, Michael began to moan softly feeling his manhood enveloped in the wet warmth of Paul's expert mouth. He closed his eyes in a beatific stupor, thrusting his hips in a slow, sexy rhythm, kissing his teeth as he felt his cock hit the back of Hollywood's cock-sucking throat. After giving Michael the best blow-job of his life -- and Michael had been the recipient of many a blowjob in uni! - Paul reluctantly released the cock from his lips. This time, there was a pregnant pause, his face inscrutable, building up suspense before revealing his verdict:
"Soo...? What did you think?" asked Michael, unable to stand the suspense any longer.
"I loved it," beamed Paul, his stoicism breaking into an impish, enthusiastic expression. The bakers breathed a huge sigh of relief, and Michael's face charmingly flushed pink in pride. "The cock is sturdy, thick, marble-hard and never loses its impressive rigidity. Its beautifully veined... the musk is manly and sweet. Gorgeous flavors, firmness and scents -- five stars across the board."
The bakers congratulated themselves for passing the "technical" challenge with flying colors. It was now time for the showstoppers. But what Paul envisioned for the next challenge quite frankly stunned the bakers. He turned around and lay down in the nearest work station. He lifted his meaty legs, and showed off his large arse -- thick, smooth and capaciously, even immoderately round, the abundant flesh buoyed by a strong scaffolding of muscle. He then spread his ass cakes with his hands, revealing his fleshy pink hole that winked invitingly at the bakers.
"You've all got to fuck me... I need it," moaned the bread baker with a needy, slightly slutty purr to his voice. Andrew almost fainted with pleasure, he couldn't believe this was happening. Quickly, the bakers decided to go in order of elimination, making young Michael first.
He squatted in front of Paul's ass, and poked his mouth inside the deep warm crack. Inhaling the intoxicating manly musk of the hunky chef, it was like opening an oven and feeling the warm waft of delicious baked goods. Michael's tongue unrolled from his mouth and began to snake his way up Paul's ass, coating his insides with spit as if lubricating a nonstick pan. Lacking lube, Michael looked around and took a generous slab of a nearby stick of butter and shoved it up Paul's rectum. He used two fingers to rub the inside of Hollywood's tight sphincter and smiled as he felt Paul open up for his probing fingers. With his other hand, he used a generous slab of butter to coat his sizable cock.
"Please, stick it in," moaned Paul "Stick your cock inside me, Michael, I need it," he begged.
Michael put Paul's manly legs on his young, athletic shoulders and began to push once he had found his entrance. Paul groaned in pleasure, playing with his own nipples as he felt himself speared by the nineteen-year old cock. Michael took a deep breath once all ten inches of his dick vanished inside Paul. After letting him get used to his size, he picked up his pace and began to fuck him proper in a vigorous, steady rhythm, his balls slapping against the older baker's arse. He had a shit eating grin on his face -- here he was, fucking Paul Hollywood, how on earth was this happening?
Paul couldn't help but moan noisily. He was stunned at the lad's technique. At only nineteen years of age this was one of the best fucks he had ever had. Michael was plowing him hard and deep, hitting his prostate repeatedly giving him a depth of pleasure few men had ever been capable of. The usually stoic Paul began to moan and whimper like an excited squealing piglet, unabashedly expressing his boundless enjoyment.
"Fuck me harder Michael, just like that, where did you learn how to fuck like this? Fuck, mate, it's so good."
Paul's whimpers were deep yet shrill, encouraging Michael through its obvious expression of indiscriminate horniness and fathomless sluttiness. The older, larger man's immoderate pleasure made Michael smile as he began to break a sweat from his vigorous fucking. He had failed to please his idol with his baking but he was going to pleasure his body - pleasure him like he'd never been pleasured before - with his hard and virile cock.
"Take that, little Piggy," he sneered as he spanked Paul's sumptuous arse and slammed his cock harder into him with his athletic physique. "You like it, you greedy fat fuck!"
Paul couldn't help himself, he began to moan even more noisily and beg for more, his entire corpulent body covered with a layer of salty sweat. Michael, for his part, was in heaven as he felt Paul meet each of his vigorous thrusts with a vice-like squeeze of his sphincter. His ass felt so warm and tight and manly, as if it were an oven baking the brie in Michael's cock baguette to squirt all over the place.
"Michael! How are you so good at this, you are such a stud!"
The student just smiled his crooked, sexy smile and squeezed Paul's large nipples as if they were large dials on an oven. Paul closed his eyes and grunted, a sight so sexy it caused Michael to go over the edge and breathing heavily he came copiously inside Paul's ass. Paul smiled feeling the virile stud milk flood his insides in a seemingly limitless supply.
"Fuck, that was a huge load!" exclaimed Michael, smiling. Emboldened, he bent down to give his idol a kiss who kissed him back passionately.
"Alright you two love birds, get a move on!" said Tom playfully, as he impatiently waved his cock in Paul's face. Michael pulled out and joined Andrew and Selasi who were stroking their cocks in a corner, waiting their turn, still incredulous that this was happening.
"Get on all fours," ordered Tom. Paul got on the floor and did as he was told. Behind Tom's anxious energy, he could tell he had a kinky streak that expressed itself in his exotic and edgy flavors he used for baking. Typical for a baker who only enjoyed savory and not sweet. Michael plundered Paul's rectum in one hard thrust causing Paul to squeal. His cock was unlubricated, using only Michael's seed. Some of this sperm, in fact, gushed out with squishy loud noises down Paul's thighs like warm honey.
"You like that, you little fucking Pig?" Tom asked with a playful sneer. "You enjoy having my big baguette in your silver fox ass?" Paul moaned, even after the fucking of a well-hung boy like Michael the sudden invasion of Tom's meaty thickness inside him required some getting used to. Tom spanked Paul's ass, and began to thrust his gigantic cock in and out of the slut's hole. Paul continued to moan noisily, alternating between manly, baritone groans and sudden, high-pitched squeals, pushing his ass back against Tom's relentless and rapid pummeling as the amateur baker repeatedly pierced his prostate. Tom would slide his cock all the way out, spank Paul's ass to watch it jiggle enticingly, before thrusting his cock all the way in again with a hard, confident thrust. He smiled with a Bacchanalian glee as the baker's thick strong thighs jiggled and his eight inch sausage bounced and leaked enthusiastically from Tom's vigorous fuck. The younger man spanked and made Paul's beefy ass jiggle again, and again and again. "Fuck me...oh yes Tom...fuck my arsehole...please...I want your cock so bad..." "Yeah?" Tom sneered, banging him with more gusto. He loved that Paul, usually so restrained and exacting with praise, was now breathlessly expressing his appreciation, and shamelessly begging for more. "You live for all this cock, don't you, little piggy? You greedy whore. You live for these bakers' big hard dicks ramming your hot beefy buns, eh slut?" "God...oh yes... God yes" Paul moaned. "Fuck me harder, Tom. Show me you're Star Fucker. Make me your Piggy."
Paul was in a transcendent, cock-starved zone of deep unadulterated pleasure, feeling Tom's deep and powerful thrusts, moaning constantly and begging for Tom to fuck him harder. At one point, Tom turned on by all of Paul's dirty talk yet finding a new cheeky idea too irresistible, took a donut from one of the work stations and shoved it in Paul's mouth. "You talk too much, Piggy" he sneered. It was such a hot sight -- big and beefy Paul Hollywood on all fours, sweaty, getting rammed in the ass, with a fucking donut in his mouth as a ball gag. "Keep your focus on thrusting that big ass against my cock, big guy," Tom barked. Paul obeyed like a good little pig, thrusting his ass back on Tom's dick, the two of them building a rhythm that grew faster and harder towards an inevitable climax. Tom grabbed Paul's thick waist firmly in both hands as he felt his load emerge: "Pig! Fucking Cock Hungry Pig! Take My Cum You Bread Baking Cockslut Whore! Fucking Take my Cum, take this sperm, you slut!" Paul moaned into his donut ball-gag, his beautiful grey-blue eyes rolling to the back of his head with pleasure, as he felt his rectum open up and welcome Tom's overflowing ribbons of thick jizz.
As Tom pulled out, he high fived the approaching Selasi, the hunky yet cool and collected Ghanian. Paul, in the mean time, gobbled the donut ball gag and was licking his fingers just as Selasi gave his sumptuous ass a playful but hard slap! "MMM you ready to take it raw, Paul?" he asked, smiling slyly. "Yes, Selasi," Paul moaned, twisting his head and smiling at the African hunk while shaking his ass. "I want your cum in between my buns. Need to feel all you boys show off your piping skills by spewing your cream way up inside my hole. Do it, fuck me hard, fill me up with spicy custard!" Selasi chuckled as he coated his fat black cock with some nearby olive oil. He slapped his thick hard log against each of Paul's round cakes. "You got it, Piggy. What a horny little slut you are!" Paul moaned as he felt Seleasi find his pink, winking rosebud which still strained at the challenge of Selasi's African manhood even after being stretched by Tom's and Michael's big dicks. Unlike Tom's more manic and relentless pummeling, Selasi fucked in slow, luxurious and steady thrusts which were effortlessly but incredibly powerful in their impact. Paul collapsed forward against the floor, blissed out from the extasy and vigor of Selasi's fucking. "Don't stop, OOOh Selasi, just like that, oh yes, oh fuck!" At one point Selasi pulled out of Paul's ass hole, and plunged his cock back into Paul's surprised mouth. He smiled seeing the burly baker's beautiful eyes widen in shock. But after a few moments, Paul's hungry lips were bobbing up and down the sexy African's delicious log, now flavored with the creamy glazing of Tom's and Michael's loads as well as Paul's own tasty ass sweat. After cleaning the cum clean from Selasi's manhood, the junior baker slipped it out of Hollywood's lips and plunged it back into his sphincter. Paul let out a constant, blissful groan as the young Ghanian stallion plunged his massive meat stick continuously in and out of his voracious hole. "OH fuck Selasi, like that, fuck, Selasi, it's so good." And in a few moments, Selasi moaned wordlessly, depositing his man milk deep inside the bread baker's warm, tight crevice.
Last but not least was Andrew, the sweet and cheerful Northern Irish aerospace engineer. As Selasi pulled out of Paul's ass, sweet Andrew approached the large, full-figured male judge with his typical understated confidence and cheer. While slender like a teenager, the ginger lad had a gigantic cock, a truly magnificent baseball bat of Irish Pride, which made Paul lick his lips.
"You've been on the floor too long, Piggy. Lay down on your back on a work station!" Andrew playfully coated the table with some flour right before Paul mounted the table. Andrew inhaled deeply -- Paul smelt so good, so warm, so manly, coated in the stickiness of sex like a decadent hot glazed bun. As Paul lay back, his head behind his folded, bread-baking arms, Andrew began massaging his abundant ass cheeks as if kneading two mounds of dough. As Andrew began to search for his hole with his fingers, Paul thought he was parting his cheeks to slide his cock in.
"Fuck me, Andrew, please... I need your cock... I want it so bad, satisfy me, Andrew."
Andrew smiled adorably and said "not yet," before he swiftly ducked down, spread the baker's butt cheeks and digging his face in between his warm, inviting crack.
"OH fuck!" moaned Paul in an ecstatic, high-pitched squeal "Oh fuck, Andrew, you're rimming me," he moaned, stating the glaringly obvious.
It was a dream come true for Andrew. Pushing his face in between the older man's ass was like the erotic, adult equivalent of shoving his face in a gigantic cream puff, his favorite fantasy as a child. Greedily he devoured the warm loads oozing like thick treacle from the baker's fuck chute. Andrew's hands were firmly placed to keep the baker's big bouncy butt cheeks apart to ensure the unobstructed, steady passage of the stream of loads, made all the more delicious by the warmth of Paul's intimate flesh that radiated outwards not unlike the air wafting out of an oven. The rich warm sperm ran down from Paul's velvety crack down Andrew's throat into his stomach, and the boy's whole body from head to toe was suffused with erotic pleasure, and a feeling of intense happiness spread across his thin frame. This bliss extended from Andrew back into Paul's robust thickness, his own large cock dripping precum steadily as he felt the aerospace engineer's tongue flex deeper and deeper like a snake into his sphincter. Ever the exacting one, Andrew made sure to lick and inspect every last drop -- from the flaky remnants of sperm that had dried inside Paul's hole, surely predating this evening, to the still liquid fresh load of Selasi. to the stickier consistency of cum solidifying in between the soft layers of his butt crack. This visual spectacle was accompanied by the wanton abandon of Paul's steady moans -- alternating between articulate, impassioned pleas for more to inarticulate squeals and feverish groans - as well as the obscenely loud slurping sounds of Andrew's felching, as he pursued all the different varieties of ejaculate lodged deep inside his baking idol. Once he was sure that he had thoroughly assessed all of Paul's insides for cum, Andrew's adorable eager face resurfaced.
"Fuck that was good!" He had spent so many nights jerking his young cock to fantasies of Paul Hollywood as an undergraduate in Cambridge and now here he was indulging indiscriminately in the insatiable power bottom's flesh! It was too good to be true.
"Oh but you haven't seen my show stopper just yet!" he replied to Paul cheekily, giving the baker's plump butt cheek a full-handed squeeze.
With one swift movement, Andrew lubricated Paul's ass with the nearest lubricant -- more butter -- and positioned his own large cock lubed with some nearby custard in Paul's newly dry and empty crevice. Paul's gloriously large and imposing figure jiggled at the intrusion, and the baker began panting as he rocked his hole against Andrew's cock as the young engineer began to push into his well-fucked entrance.
"Uhhh..." groaned Paul, bracing his hands on the side of the table for support. "You feel so big, Andrew, oh fuck you're a big boy." Andrew loved the look of gluttonous lustful abandon on Paul's face. He thrust his inches steadily inside Paul's cunt making him moan. "Oh fuck yes!" His silken man cunt flexed and gripped Andrew's cockhead as his shaft sank further inside the baker's body. The Northerman Irishman held on to the bread baker's meaty thighs for leverage, as he penetrated deeper and deeper inside him.
"Oh fuck, you're so deep, Andrew. I can feel you so deep inside me, mate, you're heating my g-spot AaAH," moaned Paul in high-pitched whimpers. Their blue eyes locking into each other, Andrew began to thrust steadily and aggressively into Paul who reciprocated his rhythmic thrusts by flexing his sphincter muscles. Surprisingly, Andrew was the most aggressive of the tops, fucking even harder than Tom's sadistic, gloating pummeling. Paul tried his best to lift his large hips upward while lowering his large ass down onto Andrew's cock, lifting and thrusting, but meeting the rapid thrusts of Andrew was challenging. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and throughout his body, making Andrew's grip on his thighs increasingly slippery. Paul's breathing became more excited and strained as he felt wave after wave of pleasure surge throughout his body. "OH... Andrew... your beautiful cock... its magnificent..." cooed Paul, his deep baritone voice straining and cracking with need "keep fucking me, please don't stop, fucking me harder, don't stop, never stop... Oh this is so good!" Andrew's young cock kept jerking inside the master baker's tight sphincter, and he was delighted at the sexy spectacle of a slut like Paul Hollywood having trouble keeping up with the rapid and vigorous assault of his fuckin g. With a laser sharp focus, Andrew was fucking not just Paul's cunt but his whole body -- and what a body, so broad-shoulder, imposing, large, thick!
"You have such a hot little pussy, Paul. I want to soak you in my cum," seethed Andrew in his sing-song accent. "What a sweet tight cunt you have, so fucking warm and nice." Andrew continued mounting Paul with aggressive, athletic gusto. Seeing Paul's hitherto ignored yet copiously dripping manhood, Michael approached his dick and held it in his warm palm. He couldn't believe he was holding Paul's dripping shaft and slowly he bent down and slid it into his mouth. It was so tasty, like a warm delicious sausage roll. "Oh fuck, Michael, that.. feels... exquisite . ." moaned Paul, shutting his eyes, his mouth drooling. In the meantime, Selasi and Tom stood up and began to play with Paul's nipples as Andrew thrust away at his sphincter.
Andrew felt himself approaching his inevitable crescendo and began to thrust hard between his dirty banter to Paul: "You're... Such a dirty...Insatiable... *little whore...*You greedy fuck"
Paul's body bulged enticingly as he tried to time his orgasm with Andrew's, opening his hole around even further around the boy's gigantic cock desperate to be fucked as fully and deeply as possible. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" announced Andrew, spewing his thick load in obscene spasms deep inside Paul who groaned in extasy as he felt himself so thoroughly flooded by such a massive load. Michael, in turn, gently spat Paul's fat cock out and began to jerk it off in his hand, feeling it pulsating uncontrollably as the master baker's baguette erupted all over the other three bakers and all over his chest. "OH FUCK OH FUCK." His cries of orgasmic eruption mixing alongside Andrew's whimpering.
Unexpectedly, as he was midway through his own climax, Paul felt his face drenched in Michael's second load, followed by Selasi's and then Tom's who bukkake'd his face and then his chest, glazing him in cum as if he were a hot crossed bum.
Andrew wiped his forehead and smiled cheerily at the messy spectacle of Paul. Still semi-hard when he pulled out of the older man's rectum, he shoved his Northern Irish beauty in Paul's mouth who got it back into full mast in no time. More rapidly, Andrew felt his second orgasm surface in less than five minutes and his cock began to spurt inside Paul's sucking mouth. Greedily, Paul drank half of it before spitting out the cock mid-orgasm so it could drench and squirt his face and skin in more errant ribbons of cum.
Once their second orgasms were all thoroughly spent, the amateur bakers put their arms around each other in brotherly solidarity as they looked down on Paul. He had loads running out of his ass and thick ribbons of cum coating his body and face, he was fucking worn out and completely satisfied. And yet could a slut like Paul truly be completely satisfied? He was insatiable, a hungry little pig, and truly always nurtured an appetitite for more. The bakers helped scooped the cum from his face which they fed to him from their palms as they kissed each other and bent down to kiss the mighty male judge.
"Well, lads" Paul announced, a cheeky glimmer in his eye "this is the first time I thoroughly approve of a soggy bottom!"
THE END
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