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I sat on the couch, heart hammering, when the doorbell rang that Saturday afternoon. I opened the door and there he was. Mark. Tall, broad, filling the entire doorway like he belonged there more than I did. He wore a tight blue tank top that stretched across his chest and shoulders, the fabric clinging to every ridge of muscle. His jeans were just as tight, hugging his thick thighs and the obvious bulge between them. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, kicked off his sneakers by the door, and left them neatly side by side like he had done it a hundred times before.
“Hi Mark,” I said, voice higher than I wanted it to be. “Cindi is dropping off the baby. She’ll be home any minute.”
I wasn’t sure why I said it like that. Maybe to fill the silence. Maybe to remind him or myself that she would be back soon. That I wouldn’t be alone with him for long. My stomach twisted with nerves. Being alone with him felt different now. Dangerous in a way that made my skin prickle.
He walked right up to me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. Even barefoot he was at least a head taller, his presence massive, solid. For a second I thought he might kiss me. His face hovered inches away, breath warm against my cheek. Instead he reached out and squeezed my shoulder, firm, possessive, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel small.
“How are you doing, Baby?” he asked, voice low and easy.
Baby. The word landed like a hand around my throat. Damn. He was already showing his dominance. Making sure I understood who was in charge the second he walked through the door. My cock twitched in my pants despite the flush of shame that burned up my neck.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, stepping back to put space between us.
“Scotch,” he said. He moved past me and sat down in the middle of our couch, spreading his arms along the back, legs wide, claiming the entire space like it had always been his.
“Me too!” Cindi interrupted as she walked in the door and darted into the bedroom. “I’ll be right there!”
I poured three glasses with shaking hands, handed him his, and sat next to him. Not too close. He tossed his drink back in one long swallow, throat working, then set the empty glass on the coffee table with a soft clink.
“Is she putting something more comfortable on?” he asked, glancing toward the hallway.
“Probably,” I said.
“We should get more comfortable too.” His tone made it clear it wasn’t a suggestion. “Come here and take my pants off for me, Sweetie.”
He peeled off his tank top in one smooth motion and tossed it onto the floor. His chest was broad, covered in dark hair that trailed down his stomach in a thick line. Muscles shifted under the skin as he leaned back, waiting.
“Okay,” I said shyly. I leaned over, fingers fumbling with his zipper. I tugged his jeans down slowly. No underwear. His huge cock flopped free, heavy against his thigh, already half-hard. The musky smell hit me immediately, strong and unwashed, thick with sweat. It filled my lungs, made my mouth water even as my face burned. I wanted to grab it, squeeze it, feel the weight in my hand. I waited.
“You get naked too,” Mark said. “And then come over here and get me ready. I have a huge load for your wife that I’ve been saving up for days.”
Cindi giggled from the other room, clearly hearing every word.
I stripped quickly, clothes pooling on the floor, and knelt between his spread legs. He put a thick finger under my chin and lifted my face until our eyes met.
“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” he said, smiling slow and sure. “I’ll have plenty of cum left for you after I fill up your wife and make another baby inside her.”
His voice, deep and commanding, sent heat straight to my groin. My cock was painfully hard, leaking against my stomach. I grabbed his shaft, thick and warm, and stuffed it into my mouth. I pushed down hard, wanting to feel it grow inside me. The taste exploded on my tongue, salty skin, musky sweat, the faint bitterness of pre-cum already beading at the slit. I slid my mouth back and forth, spit dripping down the shaft, pooling at the base. As he stiffened, it became harder to take the full length. The head nudged the back of my throat, stretching my jaw. I arched my back, angled my neck, pressed my face into his balls until my nose was buried in the coarse hair. The smell was overwhelming there, rich and earthy, heavy with days of pent-up arousal. I found a rhythm, deep-throating him slowly at first, then faster, spit running in thick strings down his shaft and over his balls.
He groaned low, hand coming to the back of my head, pressing me down harder, faster. My throat burned, eyes watered, but I kept going, gagging softly each time the head popped past my tonsils. Then he grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me off with a wet pop.
“Wow. Holy shit, Sweetie,” he said, breathing rough. “You really are good at that. But I told you the first load is for Cindi.”
His compliment washed over me like warm water. Pride. Happiness that I had pleased him. I had missed this. Missed him. I was also sad that I wouldn’t get that first massive load, the one he had been saving. I imagined it thick, creamy, full of his potent seed. I imagined it flooding my mouth, sliding down my throat, filling my body with his essence, his manhood. I wanted it so bad. But I knew Mark had no shortage. The next load would be just as fulfilling. Besides, I would still get that first one when I sucked it out of my wife’s pussy.
He pulled my head up until my face was close to his. For a second I again thought he might kiss me. Did I want him to? The thought shocked me. I couldn’t believe I was even considering it. I couldn’t believe all the thoughts swirling through my head about him and his cum. He didn’t kiss me. He turned my head gently and whispered in my ear.
“After I fuck the shit out of your wife and fill her with my cum, my next load is going to go in your ass.”
His breath was hot against my skin. The words sent chills racing down my spine, tingles spreading through my groin. His voice was transfixing, low and certain. Terrifying. I could not let that happen. But did I have a choice? It wasn’t just the pain that scared me. It was the thought of how I might change. What would I be after that? What would I be after another man penetrated me and used me like a woman? I already felt like I wasn’t really a man anymore, but I could push those thoughts away when Mark wasn’t around and feel mostly normal again. If he fucked me like I was his bitch and came inside me, would I ever be able to stop thinking about that?
“I heard you have something for me, Mark,” Cindi said as she walked into the room.
I turned. She stood there in a red chemise, embroidered stretch mesh on the sides that hugged her skinny waist and flared over her thick hips. She turned slowly to show off her gorgeous ass, the back open wide and tied with delicate bows, easy to undo. Her breasts were completely exposed through the sheer front, nipples hard and dark. No panties. My wife looked stunning, sexy in a way that stole my breath. Looking at her made me stop thinking about Mark and the dilemma he had just whispered into my ear.
“Come up here, Baby!” Mark said.
I could see the hunger in his eyes. He was stunned by how incredible she looked. I moved to the side and saw his cock, now fully stiff, pointing straight up. At least nine inches, thick as my wrist, veins standing out along the shaft. Cindi crawled onto his lap, straddling him, and started rubbing his chest with both hands. He wrapped one arm around her, rubbing her bare shoulders and back, pulling her closer for a kiss. Their mouths met, tongues sliding together in slow, deep exploration. His cock slid back and forth in her crack and up her back as she ground against him. From this angle it looked impossible that it would fit inside her, but I couldn’t wait to see it happen.
Still kneeling at their side, I reached up with one hand and grabbed Cindi’s ass cheek, squeezing the soft flesh. With the other I gripped Mark’s cock, hot and throbbing in my palm. I guided the thick head to her extremely wet pussy. The tip parted her lips easily. She started to ease herself down slowly. It was mesmerizing to watch. Her hole stretched wide around his girth, pink folds gripping him tightly as inch after inch disappeared inside her. She moaned low in her throat, hips rocking gently, taking more with each descent. When she finally sank all the way down, her ass rested against his thighs, his cock buried to the root.
He held her hips and she started bouncing. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, her breasts jiggling with each drop. I put my hand flat against her lower belly, feeling for the hard bulge of his cock sliding beneath her skin. It moved visibly with every thrust, a thick ridge pressing outward. She bounced vigorously for about five minutes, moans growing louder, breath coming in sharp gasps. Then she threw her head back and screamed through her first orgasm, body shaking, walls clenching around him. Mark’s face tightened, jaw clenched, fighting not to cum with her. I knew I wouldn’t have lasted if I were in his place.
She collapsed onto his chest, panting. He stroked her back, kissed her forehead.
“Get down there and eat her ass, Derek,” Mark commanded.
I obeyed instantly. I leaned in, spread her cheeks, and started licking up and down her crack. Long, slow strokes that teased her asshole and brushed the exposed part of Mark’s shaft and his heavy balls. The taste was intense, her sweet musk mixed with the salty tang of his skin and pre-cum. I focused on her asshole, flicking my tongue around the tight ring, then pushing inside deeper and deeper. She moaned louder, grinding back and forth on his dick. I grabbed her hips to hold on, tongue-fucking her ass as best I could while she rode him.
Mark slid his hands under mine, gripped her hips hard, holding her still, and started fucking her from below. Powerful upward thrusts that made her gasp.
“Fuck her ass, Derek,” he ordered.
I hesitated for a second. We had only done anal once before, when she was really drunk. But Mark was the boss. Maybe other guys had stretched her out since then. I moved behind her, lined up my hard cock, and pressed the head against her slick hole. My spit had made her slippery, but she was still tight.
Cindi’s head popped up from kissing Mark. “Slow, Baby,” she said. “Slow.”
She kept her head up, wincing slightly, concentrating as I eased in. Inch by inch, the tight ring stretched around me. Once I was fully seated, I stroked slowly in and out a few times until she relaxed and went back to kissing Mark. I fucked her ass steadily. Mark fucked her pussy from below. She moaned louder than I had ever heard, raw and desperate. It felt incredible. Her ass gripped me like a vise, hot and tight. Mark’s thick cock rubbed against mine through the thin wall separating us. Our balls slapped together with every thrust. It felt like I was part of her body and Mark was fucking us both at the same time. The thought pushed me over the edge. I pressed in deep, held still, and exploded inside her ass. Pulse after pulse of cum shot deep, hot and thick. Cindi’s head snapped up again and she screamed in ecstasy, cumming hard around both of us. That finally broke Mark. He groaned long and low, hands gripping her hips, and started filling her pussy with the huge load he had been saving. Pulse after pulse, flooding her. We were all cumming together, bodies locked, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled pile, still connected, breathing hard.
Mark broke the silence first. “Stay still, Cindi. I think Derek has quite a mess to clean up.” He rubbed her back gently, kissed her shoulder.
I took the hint. I pulled out of her ass slowly. My cum started running down Mark’s shaft immediately, thick white trails collecting on his balls. There was already a flood of Mark’s cum leaking out of Cindi’s pussy around his still-buried cock. I dove in quickly, licking it up before it could drip further. The smell was overpowering, thick sex and sweat filling my nose. My cum hadn’t mixed much with his yet. I could taste the difference clearly. Mine was thinner, milder, less salty. Mark’s was strong, fertile, much thicker and chunkier, with a deeper, more pungent smell that coated my tongue and throat. I cleaned everything I could reach, lapping at the base of his shaft, sucking the leaking cum from where it pooled on his balls.
Mark started to pull out slowly. I sucked the cum off his shaft as it emerged, tongue swirling around the head. When he finally popped free, I replaced his cock with my tongue, plunging deep into her pussy. His cum flooded my mouth in thick waves. So much. So thick. It filled me completely, warm and viscous. He had been right. This was a special load, saved up for days. If Cindi was serious about another baby, this would surely do it. I held the mouthful for a long moment, savoring the heavy, salty taste, the way it coated every surface of my mouth, feeling my body absorb his masculinity, his dominance. Then I let it slide down the back of my tongue as far as it would go before swallowing.
Cindi’s pussy kept dripping more. I licked it up, then pushed my tongue deeper, cleaning inside her as thoroughly as I could. The flavor was intoxicating, her sweetness mixed with his overpowering seed.
Mark slid out from underneath her and came around to the side. He pushed my head away gently and slipped his big middle finger into her pussy. He swirled it slowly, collecting a thick glob of his cum. Then with his other hand he pressed my head down to the floor, forcing my ass to stick up in the air. He rubbed his cum-drenched finger along the crack of my ass, circling my hole, then pushed the tip inside, depositing his seed just past the ring.
He sat back down on the couch next to Cindi.
I looked up at him in shock.
“That’s just a little taste of what comes next, Sweetie,” he said calmly.
The words hung in the air, heavy and certain. I stayed there on my knees, ass still raised, the faint burn of his finger lingering inside me, his cum slowly seeping deeper. My cock was hard again, leaking onto the carpet. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just knelt there, imagining, tasting him on my tongue, feeling him inside me, and wondered how much further I would let this go.
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