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I had one hell of a crazy dream. Some dark-haired boy was chasing me through the supermarket. I wasn’t really afraid, but I knew that if he captured me, I’d be a goner. That I’d have to do anything the guy wanted, no matter how insane.
Suddenly, I was naked – shivering in the refrigerated case of lettuce – and that other boy? — He was in a clown suit, akimbo right in front of me.
I woke up hard.
o o o o o
When I opened my eyes, Nicco was still looking at me the way he had when we fell asleep together, only now he was standing at the foot of the bed. His naked body appeared so perfect, like he could have been on one of the sexy posters from his walls. His soft cock had the flawless proportion needed to effortlessly match his arms and legs; and his washboard tummy too; and the top of his dark-haired thighs.
I pressed down on my dick. It was saluting Nicco like a soldier.
There was something in the 19-year-old’s right hand. He tossed it on the pillow next to me. Softly, so softly, he said, “Dress up for me, baby. Like last time.”
I picked the thing up while he crawled on bed, kneeling by my side and stroking my leg.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Stockings, a dress and crotchless panties.”
“Crotchless?”
He took them and showed me. The ruffled, cherry-red undies looked “normal” – I guess for slutty bedroom attire – but where the bottom was supposed to be, it was slit down the middle and finished at the gaping edges with more cerise lace.
Nicco was already rolling up one of the black stockings. He was getting hard too.
But I felt weird. He wanted me to dress up, why? I thought we were getting along nicely, exploring equal ground.
And then I realized. He wanted me to give up my ass unwillingly once more. To bitch me out like the first time, so he could “violate” me up the fundament with his red-hot seed – to you know, fuck and dump.
Did I want that? Did I want to be punked out and sissified all over again, just for his pleasure . . . ?
Nicco gently took ahold of me left leg, touching me and cupping me in his warm palm by my Achilles tendon. He lifted my foot, one more accustomed to being battered by hockey skates than a guy’s caress, and started unrolling the stocking. His hands felt so good holding me all of a sudden. Not weird. And then, as he encased my legs, slowly, oh so slowly . . . his fingers moving the silky knit up, up, up . . . they just kept on going – his lips smiling – until he touched the soft place between my balls and inner legs.
Did I really want to take dick again from a guy in the most degrading, humiliating way possible? Subservient to a crazy, lustful and long-dicked teen? Really . . . .
He’d started in on my other foot, hands on shin, knee . . . thigh . . . tender spot . . . my hole.
“Fuck, Nicco,” I moaned, “where are those fuckin panties!?”
His 19-year-old dick sprung like a trap door at this.
“Allow me,” he said.
He grabbed the cherry-popped slut drawers and jumped down to the far end of the bed. He placed his sexy fingers along the small of my back and pulled me to the edge of the mattress.
He tucked my left leg under his arm for a moment, slipping the panties over my right foot, and then switched and got my other foot threaded through them as well. Nicco ‘walked’ the panties up my body, over my now-cool, stockings-clad legs, and raised my ass to fit the underwear underneath and around my waist.
In front, he let the waistband snap on my hard shaft, massaging my balls through the lace fabric a moment. A moment too short, I felt.
But he looked pleased with his work, licking his lips and telling me, “Turn over, babe.”
I help his insistent hands flip me around – from on my back to my knees – which he planted all the way on the edge of the bedding. He gave my neck a firm press into his sheets. “Stay there.”
Obediently, I did, soon feeling his palms on my butt cheeks, and some breezy coolness where the crotchless slit exposed my most delicate parts.
I was wondering how he liked the view, when, without warning . . . the guy changed my whole world – –
Nicco kissed the top of my crack and worked his heavy breaths down to my hole. He kissed it, once. Then spread my cheeks farther apart and licked it.
My wrists sweat again. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
Then he licked real hard, and my brain like shut down. This crazy teen could do whatever he wanted to me. Yes . . . I’d let him.
He made the tip of his tongue erect and started working it into my passage.
I lowered my whole upper half, just hoping it gave Nicco more room to eat me out.
How long this went on, I can’t really say. I zoned out in a place where pleasure keeps no time, just wanting it to never end. But I suppose after several minutes, I became aware of a change; it was Nicco’s beautiful cock entering me.
Again, my lover took his time, and his hardness was really something transformative; it was the way he did not hurt me getting himself into my soul. In fact, he made it feel like his cock not being in there was the weirdness.
“Oh – Nicco . . . ” I sighed.
“Baby, yeah? You feel amazing too.”
Soon his cockhead breached my inner hole, and his shaft began sliding in with little resistance, driving me insane.
“Fuck me, Nicco. Fuck me.”
What was I saying!?
But the guy did as I begged; not aggressively, at least not at first, but with slow determination, and it seemed his 19-year-old cock got even harder in my pussy than it had been.
Eventually, he propped a foot on the bed and really started feeding it to me.
He stole my breath away each time he slammed his balls against my sissy panties, and his fingers lovingly stroked my stocking’d calf muscles.
My hand went back, up the crack of my ass to feel his cock sliding in and out of me, touching his balls from underneath when he was full-bore in my hole.
The feel of the lacy fabric of my underwear even began to turn me on! No wonder Nicco loved it.
Now I couldn’t help it, and started playing with myself.
“Nicco, cum in me, please.”
“You want my seed up your cunt, baby?”
“Yes, oh, God – I do.”
“Baby, you want to get knocked up with Nicco’s kids? Hmm, do you, slut.”
My breath hitched. “Yes, please. I want you to blast my insides.”
“Turn over!”
I did and he latched onto me by the ankles.
Now I could see my nylon shaded feet and lower legs as Nicco pushed down on them and re-entered me, slipping in oh-so deep.
I got my dick free of its satin constraint and jacked, watching his pretty blue eyes stare at me.
He was about to shoot, I could tell.
I slid my hand up and down my dick, concentrating on the rhythm of his stroke in my ass. I clamped down on his cock when he was slinging it deepest in me, and then relaxed on the upstroke.
“Oh, baby . . . I’m so close.”
“Nicco, I’m cumming.”
And I did, again loving the feel of my hole grabbing and releasing his shaft in wave after wave.
He went all the way in me and gasped.
He put his hands on the bed either side of my head, and as I felt him pump his jizz into me, I touched his hair. God, he was beautiful . . .
He kissed me then, his ragged breaths letting me know he wasn’t done seeding my hole.
And yes, I’d give him anything he wanted now. Anything.
o o o o o
Afterwards, glow-time ended in a tickling sesh, Nicco made me put on one of his sister’s dresses. To say it was merely short-short would be too “conservative” – half my ass hung out the back.
I know because, once I’d put it on, Nicco disappeared upstairs for a while. So, bored, I got up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the guy’s closet door.
This is when I saw how cute my lacy, cherry-red ass looked poking beneath the skirt. I played with my tit thinking I looked good enough to fuck. That’s why I reached back, up the slit of my slut panties to my whored-out hole. I felt Nicco’s love juice at my portal, which was as alive and tender as his offerings, and slipped a finger in. I fucked myself in the teen’s deep-seeded lube, making myself hard and feeling my balls pull up as if they’d like to disappear up my body too.
Antsy now about waiting, I walked over in my nylon stocking feet to see if Nicco was coming down the steps.
The coast was clear, so I returned and looked at the sports trophies and swimming ribbons on his dresser. I opened his top drawer. I pulled out a pair of his well-worn briefs.
I smelled the crotch, perceiving the same expansive, sea scent of the 19-year-old stud. Damn. Now there was no hope my erection would go down.
I found a couple of his jock straps. I picked one with red leg bands. These too were ‘crotchless,’ and I imagined what it would be like to fuck Nicco on his back, while he looked up at me, wearing this jock.
I rubbed it all over my erection, top bottom sides, over the fabric of my dress.
Someone whistled. “So sexy, babe!”
“Nicco!” I threw his jock back in and slammed his drawer.
“Don’t, baby. There’s no secrets, between lovers – right?”
I nodded. “So, you don’t mind?”
Nicco went to his dresser; he found the athletic supporter I’d been fooling around with. He held my eyes then brought the jock up to his nose. He took a deep breath, taking me by the wrist and putting my open palm on his jean-shorts, front and center. Nicco was starting to get hard.
All tension left me, and I did what a bitch is supposed to do – massaged his meat, feeling grateful. Those fucking blue eyes . . . .
“Take these with you, baby”—he meant the jock—“Nicco knows sissies got needs too. So, go ahead, take that home with you. Use it tonight to jack off thinking about my cock . . . buried deep in you . . . baby. Cum while thinking about me, ripping you open, yeah?”
I nodded like a helpless imbecile; neither one of us had any doubts that’s exactly what I’d do.
He tossed his used athletic supporter on top of my cum-crusted pile of clothes, then said, “Let’s drink.”
Nicco poured us two glasses from an icy pitcher with citrus-halves printed on it.
We sat on the bed, sipping and grinning at one another.
Actually, his smile distracted me, and it wasn’t until I’d downed a few thirsty gulps that I thought the lemonade had a funny taste.
Suddenly, when I’d drunk three-quarters, Nicco took my glass away, saying, “Now, not too much, baby. Too much . . . is . . . bad—”
His voice began to fade. I could only hear a loud droning noise, and my body felt like lead as I fell backwards.
I kept going down, down, down . . . .
o o o o o
I didn’t dream this time.
The next thing I know, my 19-year-old is slapping my face cheeks.
I opened my eyes. Why was Nicco sideways?
I tried to break free. Suddenly I panicked; Nicco wasn’t alone, and I couldn’t move my hands or feet. I peeked down and saw duct tape and sawhorse legs under the mover’s blanket I was doggie straddling.
Nicco’s slutty dress for me was still on, only, when I moved, the now-familiar feel of pantyhose gripped my ass and legs, replacing the stockings. I couldn’t be for sure, but maybe the crotchless panties were on top of these.
“Nicco! What the hell!?”
“Shush, baby, we got company.”
I looked around: we were in Nicco’s garage, and half a dozen high school and college-age guys were standing in a circle around my sawhorse.
They were drinking beer and rubbing their bulges.
Nicco bent down and kissed my ear. “You be a good little sissy now, and stay still. These are my friends and I invited them over for a good time. Get it? You are the one gonna give it to them, babe. Make too much noise, and I’ll have to gag you; maybe hurt you, and you don’t want me to do that, do you?”
I swallowed down my fright. I shook my head. “Nicco, please.”
He pinched my earlobe and walked away.
The guys stood around for a minute. Some unzipped and pulled out big meat to start stroking.
One older man – maybe 23! – looked more like a street tough than a student. He had a mustache and a hard edge to his face. He undid his jeans, whipping out a monster cock and heavy-set balls.
He turned to Nicco. “Is this cunt pre-lubed?”
Nicco beamed. “Yeah – loaded up not more than an hour ago.”
The guy nodded and then sat on his haunches in front of me, his prick flopping and looking even scarier up close.
He stared at me, holding up and clicking open a switchblade. “Good, I wanna taste.”
When he stood, I tried to get free again but only managed to rock the sawhorse a little. Nicco’d lashed my wrists to the front legs of the sawhorse, and then duct-taped me by the elbows to the back legs so I was immobile. The balls of my feet touched the cold concrete, but because my knees were tightly bound to the DIY fuckbench, the slick nylon got no traction. I was staying put—
Slowly, menacingly, I felt my skirt get lifted from behind. Suddenly, my butt was getting cooled.
Then I felt the older guy use his knife to slit open my pantyhose, right above my butthole.
The next moment, his palms were squishing the lace of my crotchless panties beneath his palms and spreading my cheeks. His mustache tickled as he licked and caressed my hole with his lips and tongue.
Naturally, I moaned. Really loud!
And then that sound transitioned into choppy gasps-for-air because mustache guy had lip-locked onto me and was sucking my hole.
Oh, my God – what a sensation! The only thing I could do was relax, and that’s what I did. I let myself go with the pleasure. My hole relaxed too, and the guy grrrr’d and sloppily drew the cum from my loaded-up boy-pussy. Nicco shoots deep, so it took some time . . .
Fuck!
When he stopped, I heard him telling our gang-bang host, “Damn, Nicco, you always taste so good.”
I found myself having to agree.
But before I could think anything else, the guy was standing, pressing his legs against the back of mine. His dick was at my hole, about to fuck me.
I relaxed again, and to my surprise, my tenderized cunt dilated to let the man in.
He got his head buried and told Nicco, “Fuck – this sissy’s so fucking tight.”
The guy massaged my ass cheeks, making me moan again, and allowing more of his girth to penetrate me.
Damn. This dude also felt amazing; he was bucking precum all up in my passage as he went.
Soon he was balls deep and pulling out to kickstart a lively rhythm.
Now I was glad Nicco had got to me first, for Mr. Mustache was a whole lot rougher.
I kept grunting as he slammed me to the max and found new territory in me to slather his cock juices. He knocked the air out of me, over and over.
Then a blond teen, wearing painters’ pants and a black AC/DC tee with the sleeves ripped out, stepped up to me. His cock was fully hard, and he held my head to the side as he shoved his flaring head past my lips.
As I couldn’t really move, he basically rocked his hips back and forth and face-fucked me.
I gagged a few times, getting railed from behind and impaled from the front.
Now the dam broke, and Nicco, hard and jacking, and the other four guys came up close to my body, which was trapped, controlled and getting ravished.
The guy fucking me started stroking the back of my nylon-clad legs and I thought I might pass out.
What I actually did was have an orgasm. My pantyhose began to fill with cum – my own – and Mr. Likes-It-Rough exclaimed “Shit,” before going balls to the walls and unloading in me. He fucked it in good and deep, wringing the last drops of agonizing cum from my nuts.
The blond stud flooded my tonsils just then, and I had to swallow fast to keep from choking out.
Fuck! This was hot.
The 23-year-old withdrew and gave my battered hole a complete tonguing out. My wrists broke into a sweat. He could do this forever as far as I was concerned. But – I was far from done taking loads.
Which one of them stepped up next, I have no idea; I couldn’t see. All I know is dick No. 3 of the day, the 4th of my young life, slid deep in my guts with no resistance.
“Goddammit!” the guy behind me cried. “Sloppy and warm. What a nice little bitch you found for us, Nicco boy.”
He pummeled me good, lifting the back legs of my improvised fuck bench off the concrete floor each time he rammed up in me. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he’s a plumber’s assistant, for he sure knows how to lay the pipe! I kinda zoned out on him . . .
So, for all I know, he might have fucked me 5 or 50 minutes, cuz sooner or later he’s cumming in me, noisily panting and laying on my back as he bucks his sperm as high in me as he can shoot it. So what would you do? I moaned like a grateful little cock-slut, that’s what.
Suddenly, I found a newborn pride in the fact of how my body could make men cum helplessly. It . . . I don’t know . . . felt good. Like I had control over them, even though, technically, I was the one duct-taped to a sawhorse, taking raw, internal jizz shots, one after the other. But still – –
The next guy up was Black. He had no shirt or drawers on, and shrugged off the shoulder straps of his corduroy, buff-colored overalls. His chest, belly and bush were beautiful; his cock and babymakers, formidable.
And he was nice! He spat on my hole first as lube and then entered me real gentle.
He was almost as gentle as Nicco, but more sensual than my ‘lover.’ The way this new guy’s hands kept running over the fabric of my dress, and pantyhose-slickened legs, and ass, and waist, was incredible.
After several minutes of his lovemaking, I realized his sliding in and out was about to make me cream my pantyhose again. Did this mean I actually was a sissy?
I just closed my eyes and let it all happen.
The stud kept fucking right through my climax, keeping up his divine stroke like nobody’s business.
It was a shame 5 minutes later when he pulled out and busted wads of snowy cum all over my nylon-covered ass and skirt.
Thankfully though, he scooped some up, slathered it on his cock and fucked it back in.
I was thrilled when he came around and presented his cummy meat for me to clean off with my mouth. I slurped on it with tender appreciation in my heart.
By then another teen gang-banger was going great guns in my hole, and my insides started to sound full. It gurgled with spunk which seemed to splash out a little each time I got pile-driven.
Then two or three more guys – guys with 2nd loads stirred up by watching the rape – took turns dumping in me. Of course, these loads were no walk in the park; they really had to fuck hard to coax out those shy blasts for my aching guts.
Periodically, the older mustache dude would minister to my overflowing pussy between poundings. He really liked eating jizz, and I saw him making out with another one of the guys. He had curly red hair, and wore only a short jeans jacket. His dick was long and his pubes were red, and he sincerely enjoyed the taste of the 23-year-old’s cummy face hair.
I suddenly put dick-to-fuck and realized this mystery redhead had been the second guy to dump in me at the start of my ecstasy-fueled ordeal. I couldn’t wait for his turn to drop in a second load now.
And then I sort of passed out again, cumming. I’d gotten fucked enough to basically stay in a continual state of orgasming. I lost count of how many times I’d spewed, and it started to feel like it was my 13-year-old anus doing all the climaxing instead of my cock, if that makes sense. In a way, I could swear it was my ass, but can boys do that?
The pleasure-cum-pain sensations overwhelmed me, and I just sort of let my body do its own thing; zoned out in a sort of mystical experience. That’s the only way to describe it.
I only snapped out of it at the “climax” of the whole affair. For Nicco was back in me, screwing hard, guns a-blazing, pounding me with everything he had. Then he sank full-bore, stopped, and shouted to the ceiling, “Oh, my fucking God, babe!”
He was topping me up, literally.
o o o o o
Afterwards, douched, showered and sent home, I was naturally. Pissed. Off!
Over the next few days, I stewed on what I should do about it, especially every time I sat down and felt my pinged-but-horny hole contract. It suddenly felt empty; lonely . . .
So, knowing it might be best not to see Nicco again, I nevertheless got to such a state that on the third night after the “pommel horse breeding” – as my 19-year-old calls it – I got so helplessly hard thinking about him, I pulled out Nicco’s jock, fingered my hole, and shot like a son-of-a-bitch smelling his scent.
Fuck. I had to admit, he’d punked me out completely. But I still wanted revenge, and I thought I knew how to get it.
I made sure to call first and arrange a time when Nicco and I could be alone in his basement room.
He opened his front door, smiling and trying to kiss me, but I brushed past him and went straight downstairs. There’d be no ‘Baby, please’ this time.
I heard him lock the door to his room and come down. Today he had nothing on except a pair of cut-off sweatpants.
I started pacing in front of his bed. My determination was firm. “You stupid jerk. Don’t you know I could report you!”
The guy crawled onto his mattress. He leaned back on his headboard, hands behind his head.
If he thought the sight of his musky, sea-scented, teen pits – or, the terrific curl to his chest and thighs . . . if it could, you know . . . distract me. No, temp me. Or, then again, the bare soles of his two feet crossed over each other, looking so sleek, like . . . those of a track and field star—
I shook myself out of it. “I’m pissed, Nicco! Who do you think you are!?”
He only grinned and briefly cocked his head to the side for a moment. I guess he knew who he was.
“Then, Nicco, tell me – who do you think I am?”
His smile dimmed but his blue eyes picked up the slack. “Well—”
“No ‘babies’!”
“Ok, settle down, little man. But if you’re gonna ask me to ‘define’ you, maybe you should ask and find out from yourself. Who do you think you are, in this relationship with me?”
It had never occurred to me. Relationship? Nicco and me . . . ?
Suddenly I was calm. “You asshole. I could get you in so much trouble. I could turn you in like that.”
I snapped my fingers.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe before you do, you should let me make it up to you.”
“How?”
“How do you think, baby.” He groped himself.
“Oh, no. Not this time, Nicco. If you wanna . . . get some – I’ll give it to you.” I took out his red-strapped jock, now with my cum stains on it, and threw it in his face. “Put it on.”
He looked unsure for a moment. Then he stood on his bed, jock hinged on a finger, and rushed me. In the next instant, his hands were on both sides of my face. He threw himself into kissing me, making my pulse and lust shoot right up.
We Frenched a good long time, during which I took down his shorts and his nimble fingers undressed me.
He broke away from the kissing. “Help me slip into this.”
I held the jock while Nicco stepped into it. Then, he settled back on the bed, lying on his back, legs bent at the knees. As I suspected, the straps of his worn supporter hugged his inside legs in so tempting a way, my dick jumped to the next level of hardness. Precum drooled to get into Nicco’s man-cunt.
So I joined him on the bed, lifting his legs till his slightly peach-fuzzed hole was winking at me. I spat on my dick and got right up to it.
I pressed in, rising up on my jock tiptoes for maximum leverage.
He moaned, the slut, taking fistfuls of bedspread and saying, “Damn, baby!”
I slid in. The sensation was indescribable; Nicco ‘hugged’ me all around the center of my shaft while my tip plowed ahead through some soft, giving resistance.
“Fuck, Nicco,” I said breathlessly. I continued in till I couldn’t go in any more.
He took his rock-hard dick from out the side of the pouch and started jacking; he looked at me in that special way of his.
I pulled out a bit, then went in deep again, feeling like my head might burst – both of them!
But I slammed down and started fucking him with a good long stroke.
“Damn, baby,” he repeated. “You fuck nice.”
No need to tell him he was my first. I merely grinned and did him harder. My dick sure liked to see him loll in pleasure; pleasure I was giving him.
“You cock-slut,” I said.
Nicco nodded. “You make me one, baby. Fuck me, please—”
I slammed him, returning to tiptoes, my abdomen muscles burning, getting my head closer to his and watching him jack furiously now.
Once he put his free hand in my hair, I kissed him, and he moaned cuz I had to really go deep to reach his lips.
He started to cum, his hole grabbing my dick real hard, and sending me over the edge too.
“Nicco, you bitch!” I unloaded in his ass as he shot braids of cum between our chests so close together.
I convulsed in raptures and collapsed on his 19-year-old body, trying to recapture my breathing as his hands stroked my perspiring back.
“Awww, baby – that was wonderful.”
I kissed him. “You taught me everything I know.”
We both lost it in laughter then, and the older guy took advantage of my weak moment. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, the sexy – wet – teen kneeling astride my thighs. His jock looked so sexy all awry on his waist. So, I let him pin my wrists together over the top of my head; I let him kiss me.
His smile returned. “You’re welcome, babe.”
I was confused. “I am? For what.”
“For doing you a favor.”
“How!?”
Another kiss. “You ain’t a stuck-up little bitch anymore.”
I blinked. Had he done me a favor? The whole alley rape, gang-bang, and all . . . ?
It was my turn to grin, Nicco-style. “You always know what a slut needs, baby.”
He broke open in wonderful, beautiful laughter. And I was glad.
The doorbell rang upstairs.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Jason.”
I looked at my boyfriend. “Who?”
“The guy in overalls who fucked you so nice and deep. I saw how much he turned you on.”
“He’s here?”
“To get in your ass again, babe.”
I stood up, dragging Nicco with me. “Well then, let him in!”
Nicco paused, my cum dripping from his ass. “But—”
“Yes, baby.” I kissed him. “You can drop your load in me first.”
He grinned, like he loved me or something.
So, yeah – he’d definitely done me a favor!
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