Choice

When he walked over to me and dropped his towel to expose his erection, I did what any semi-respectable cum whore would, I grabbed his dick and started sucking. Mesmerized by the masculine smells of the locker room and the sight of a man's dick, I blocked out that another two of my teammates were watching the events unfold. Up until this point in my life I had kept my status as a cum dump a secret from my teammates.

A couple nights a week and every Friday and Saturday night, I would drive two counties over to a truck stop by the highway and satisfy my need to serve by working the center stall of the toilets. The center stall had jizz encrusted glory holes on both sides, which allowed me to get spit roasted by random men for several hours, each visit, anonymously. That stall was my happy place. I loved the feeling of a hard cock shooting its wad deep in me. That hot creamy load of a stranger's potential babies willingly committing suicide in my infertile pussy makes me feel worthy. I have learned to clench my cunt tightly to keep all that spent sperm inside me as long as possible. In my experience, most men who use a glory hole, seem to enjoy punching their hard, raw cocks into a cummy, warm, wet, glorified flesh-lite. It's feeling other men's cum already lubricating my pussy that allows them to let loose and fuck my cunt with wild abandon. A jizz filled twat tells them that I understand my role as cum dump.

The problem is that all that time on my knees in a dirty toilet stall instilled in me an automatic response when presented with a man's dick...get it inside one of my two holes and immediately start pleasuring it. Before I could process the fact that I was in the college's locker room and not a truck stop toilet, his cock was already in my throat.

At this point I had two choices...I could try to play it off as a joke, which had, maybe, a 2% chance of success or I could drop my shorts and offer my two remaining teammates my other hole to use.  

Wanna guess which one I chose?

It Was Only Fair

"Can't... fucking... stop..!" Your little brother said as he slowly, reluctantly, crawled toward his father's naked, sweaty ass. This was the perfect punishment for both of them. Last week your brother smashed a vase and blamed it on you, and your father believed him - as always! 

But now they're getting what's coming to them both since you've finally mastered that hypnosis spell you've been practicing all month.

"What the fuck is happening, son?!" Your father said, shouting back to his youngest son. He couldn't pull himself upright, jutting his ass, fully exposing his pucker as his son crawled closer.

Meanwhile, you were standing just out of sight, eagerly fisting your cock as you listened to the panicked protests of the two. When you finally heard your brother's cries for help being buried inside your father's fat ass you had to let go of your dick, nearly shooting then and there. No, you were going to wait for the next part of the spell, blowing your wad to the sounds of your brother getting fucked by your father's fat dick instead.

What She Really Wants

Muscle-bitches can have all the muscles in the world but, just looking at them, you know they're still bitches.  It’s not what’s outside that makes a MAN, it’s what’s inside.  And inside, where it counts, muscle-bitches are just girls, hoping to attract a MAN'S attention and have him take them in hand and turn the muscle-bitch into the raging, cock-hungry little cum-slut she was always meant to be.  Their muscles are all for show, just like their little limp clitties.  But they figure that, if they put on a good enough show, they just might attract a MAN who’ll use them like the slutty baby girl they really are.  And, looking at this muscle-bitch, she’s probably already squealing while some big-dicked MAN makes himself at home in her pussy.  Or he soon will be.  Of course, that's what the muscle-bitch really wants.  That's what all muscle-bitches really want.

Size Queen

He enjoys seeing the reaction of his baby girl when his cock pushes thru her second pussy and deep into her guts. His experience is that every princess reacts differently to a cock moving entirely thru their cunts and into their colon. It's like he's taking the baby girls virginity for a second time, punching his dick thru a previously un-penetrated part of the princess's body.

Some girls cry out and beg him to pull out, but others, like this one, express surprise at the feeling, but immediately start pushing back, trying to get his cock even deeper in her twat. The girl's reaction determines hows he gets fucked. The girls who try and pull off his dick get pounded hard. They get cunted. He grabs their hips and starts to punch fuck that second puss, forcing the oversized head of his cock back and forth, in and out of the opening. He fucks for his pleasure and his alone. A girl who tries to pull off deserves it hard. The princess who pushes back, however, is allowed to get used to his dick. He goes slowly and talks them through what he is doing. He endeavors to make them enjoy taking his big dick. He tries to helpfully train them on how best to pleasure him. 

Not surprisingly, regardless of how he treats them, gentle or rough, the girls always end up coming back for more. After all, WE exist to serve cock, the bigger the better.

Earning Badges

We kept losing members to a rival scout troop that started a month ago. If we lost anymore we'd have to fold as everyone had fled to the new troop.

This weekend was our annual jamboree with troops from all over and just after breakfast we saw one of the troopmasters from the rival group. A big strapping, good-looking guy built really solid too. My heart skipped a beat. Definitely the type of guy that turned my head, but how would my boring ole Pop know that?

Dad pulled me aside, "You go do whatever it takes to find out what's so special about them. Why are all our guys leaving? I mean, I just don't get it." It was all the permission I needed to be the big ole slut I knew I could be. Hell Bobbie Banks, my best friend, had told me last week that Troopmaster Anderson had popped his cherry.

Troopmaster Anderson caught me following him only a few minutes later. Smirking at me, "talked to Bobby Banks? Or your dad send you to find out why everybody is leaving his troop?"

Hearing my hesitation as I was speechless Troopmaster Anderson smiled at me. "Follow me," He took my hand and led me back to his tent.

"Going to be a real treat to give you a proper pussy. Besides Bobbie says ur hung!"

"Oh, I got a pussy already, Troopmaster Anderson. Uncle Bill cunted me a few months ago."

"I'll be damned. Got me a real lil whore, no busting cherries today, huh?"

Now I have to figure out a way to tell dad that I'm leaving to join the new troop. 

Daddy's Friends

He never knew who or how many ‘friends’ Daddy was bringing home to have him entertain on any given night.  Mickey was expected to entertain Daddy’s ‘friends’ every night.  Sometimes, like tonight, it was only a single ‘friend;’ other times it might be as many as six or seven.  All Mickey knew for sure was that he’d better treat all of Daddy’s ‘friends’ with the utmost respect and with total compliance to their every demand or he’d pay the price for his shortcomings.

Tonight, though, Mickey was relieved to see that not only was there only one ‘friend,’ but the ‘friend’ was obviously raring to go.  Sometimes, Daddy’s ‘friends’ had a tough time getting it up and when that happened, they invariably complained to Daddy.  At least that wouldn’t be the problem with tonight’s ‘friend.’

All things considered, it looked like tonight was going to be a relatively easy night which was good because tomorrow was Saturday and Mickey’s pussy needed as much rest ahead of time as it could get.  On Saturdays and Sundays, Daddy always had a half-dozen or more ‘friends’ lined up for him to entertain all day long and there was a limit to how much cock even a his pussy could take before it began to lose its clutch.

He wasn’t sure how long he could continue servicing Daddy’s ‘friends’ at the pace he was doing it before his pussy did begin to give out.  Mickey didn’t even want to think about what Daddy would do then.

Poor Grades

Poor boy. His father was disappointed with his latest batch of college grades, thinking that the reason that he scored so low was because he was spending all night up tugging on his dick. It was pretty easy to get him into the hypnotist's chair, believing that he was about to be hypnotised 'to be smarter.' 

It was only later that night when he lay down for his nightly wank that he realised that he could no longer achieve orgasm. It wasn't for lack of trying, however, with the boy spending hours futilely pumping his big hog into his tight fist, dribbling pre-cum until he was drooling and sweaty, red-faced and panting, and above all, frustrated.

His father listened in the next room, content, lazily stroking his cock, knowing that the hypnosis had worked, or so he thought. It wasn't till he walked by hhis sons room that he knew the entire thing backfired as his son now had his legs over his head and spread wide as he was working a huge dildo in out of new stretched out pussy.

From Jerry stroking his dick to stretching his starving cunt, Jerry's father knew he may had made a mistake as powerbottom pussyboys were way hornier.