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Marine · #1

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Simon Belmont stood at a crossroad. He had a choice to make. Left or right. Go home or go the other way. He felt empty inside. He looked at first one, then the other. Going home would mean many people would then die. Going the other way would mean he would die for an ungrateful populace. A bitter wind whipped him savagely, as if to rush his decision. His cape tugged on his neck, back the way he came. The wind suddenly changed direction and his cape was plastered to his back, trying to pass him. Again he looked at the split in the road. Loose hairs whipped around his head. He gazed at the break that leads home. As he stared, anger burned his insides, as much for the road as for the people it led to. He could still remember every single insult and scathing….

He had only been fourteen at the time. His father made him do most of the work on the farm, as he had injured himself in the previous winter. So he had run the entire place himself. But he was used to working hard, so it was nothing new. Even at that tender age, Simon was most serious and took everything as such. So, when he need a few supplies, he ignored his father’s request to just borrow what he needed from a friendly neighbour. He got on his horse and took the twenty-minute trip across the Transylvanian countryside. When he passed the town gates, he was already acquiring glances and gossip. He dismounted and checked his list.

While walking his sweating horse to the stable, he passed a rich couple who practically jogged to get out of his way. He turned and stared at them as they did him. They immediately turned away, whispering frantically. Irritated at their ignorance, Simon took his anger out on the door, which he slammed closed after leading his horse into the well-tended stable. The door splintered and a young stable boy’s curious head came from around the corner of the door. Simon looked intensely at the young boy, almost hoping that he wasn’t going to react the way everyone else did.

"Hello, uh.. Sir. Like me to feed and water your animal?" Simon opened his mouth, already having his response ready. His jaw stopped, as he had to change his usual response. "Yes … please." The young boy in lightly dirtied clothes nodded to Simon and proceeded to tend to his horse instantly. He gave the young boy a genuine smile tinged with sadness. He turned and proceeded to walk in the direction of the store. There were a few people standing in his way that weren’t there a second ago. He tried not to look directly at them, as not to attract trouble. He could do that quite easily these days.

A young man was staring directly at him. He stood about twenty feet away. Simon could feel his gaze even though he wasn’t even looking. Feeling his anger start flowing again, he met the young man’s stare as directly as he could. The young man looked away first. He started saying something that Simon couldn’t hear to his friends. They listened intently and looked at him and giggled. Simon’s face flushed a tedious crimson. He passed the group and could feel all of their combined staring. A foot was placed in front of his and he fell face-first into the mud mixed with things less desirable. The first sound that greeted him was the all-too-enjoyed laughter at his misfortune.

Simon pushed himself up to his hands and knees and a boot was then placed on his rump and was then launched forward, for a second coating. He slid to a stop and was on his feet entirely too quickly. The laughter sputtered and then stopped. He wiped his face with the palm of his hand. He stared at the group.

The young man who had dirtied him, Ryan, spoke down to him. "Simon Belmont, how natural looking for you!" The two boys and three girls began to snort our laughter. Simon felt his rage coming to a header. The fire burned deep within his young body. He was unsure what to do, so he just stood there. Ryan spoke up. "C’mon guys, is it all his fault that he was born a freak?" This triggered a chuckle or two. Simon looked him. "I… have just come to get some supplies. How about you let me be for just one day?"

This caused the boy named Ryan to get irritated. His face turned into a scowl. "You aren’t natural, boy. You don’t belong here." Simon could feel the conviction in which he was being bathed.
It cut him to the bone. "I have the same right you do to get the things I need, so why don’t you shut that ars you call your face?" Ryan’s friends laughed in surprise. It made him lose his temper. He stomped over to Simon and grabbed him by his collar. His face contorted angrily. "How about I just beat your head in?"

He raised a fist, targeted on Simon’s nose. He didn’t even have a second to attack.

Simon slammed the heel of his hand into Ryan’s chest, sending him flying backward five feet. Simon could remember the look on his face as he flew backward. It was a bug-eyed terror. And then intense shock as he tried to grasp what had happened. There was a crunching when he hit, as Simon had broken five of Ryan’s ribs. He just lay sprawled there, gasping for air. His friends all ran to his side. They kneeled and tried to help all they could. Simon turned and started to walk away when a rock hit his back. It didn’t hurt as he was wearing his light leather armor. He turned to see a young girl grasping for another projectile. "Look what you have done!! Begone you FREAK!!" The other friends began tossing mud and rocks…

A leaf blew into Simon’s shoulder length hair. His hair had been slapping him in the face, and now so did the leaf. He plucked it absent-mindedly. Simon came back to the present and was staring at two roads. He looked at the left one. His brows converged and his anger flashed again. He kicked the sign as he passed it, turning right. The sign snapped in two if it were nothing more than a toothpick.

The sun had been overcast all day. It almost looked like it threatened rain, but none was to come. The wind pounded ceaselessly like some incandescently furious spirit, angry at all existence. It was early fall and all the trees were bare of their green leaves. They looked all the more skeletal as the sun was beginning its daily rest. As the day got darker, so did the mood of Simon Belmont. He had been walking all day, and the rage in his heart wouldn’t let him stop.

He stepped into a narrow valley created by the foothills of the mountain chain he was passing. Without warning, the ground rose slightly. He remembered this. He was now walking on an incline, and having to part thin trees to make himself a path. The more trees he had to navigate, the more they seemed to be in his way all of a sudden. Simon was getting irritated and started snapping branches that tried to hold him back. "What the…?" Just as he thought the trees seemed to have their own will, he found his way much easier. He didn’t even have to bend a single bony branch. Now that he wasn’t being clawed at constantly by sentient trees, he could finally see his destination… There was a castle perched on a cliff.

It was an ebony claw against the tangerine sky. He looked the thing over, up and down, sizing up his opponent. Even though he told himself it was just stone, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was watching him, looking directly at him. Again, Simon told himself that this was nothing more than stone. It was massive enough to give home to his entire village. There was a huge gate with a portcullis, which was raised. Parapets loomed above. It seemed there were a thousand perils hiding in every shadow. The surrounding land was a testament to its evil. Everything was dying, as if the castle was sucking the life out of the very earth. And yet as long as he remembered the area, there had been no such castle. Legend told that it appeared only once every hundred years. The legend was entirely accurate. With a sigh, he continued to walk.

As he marched the path that would most likely get him killed, Simon noticed that the sun was setting. There would be maybe another hour of sunlight before the sun rested. He estimated that he had about that much time to reach the gates of the cursed edifice. He walked along, noticing all at once that the grass was crunching under his leather boots. Grass along the barren path was brown and wilted. He looked back. The grass had been green and lush a second ago. There was a line where the death creeped. As he watched, some grass looked as if it were on fire. It turned from a lush, healthy green to a withered brown within a mere few seconds. As he watched, there was about and inch consumed. His eyes opened wide as he realized the rate at which his homeland was being consumed by this death. He quickened his pace.

There was an old tree. It looked so withered, it might as well have been made of ash. The tree seemed as a hand of some undead giant, reaching for warmth of the sun. Simon stopped under this tree and kneeled, checking his equipment. He opened his backpack and sorted though it. He took out some dried rations, a metal flask of water, a map, rope, some bandaging, several vials of holy water, a large wooden cross, and his whip. He held the last in his hand, curled in a circle. His eyes followed the circular pattern. Blinking, he put it down. He adjusted his armor and strapped on shoulder plates. He tightened his tunic and the hard leather on top also. Simon stopped, looking at the small family crest on his chest…

Simon stared at his father’s old armor. It hung on the wall. He had used when he had been in the militia. There were only a few scratches and nicks on the thing. The crest, which represented his family’s line, was a polished gold emblem. It was of a chimera. He gnawed his lip and wondered when his father would be home. He had been forbidden to attend the trial and an armed guard stood outside the house with orders to kill Simon if he put up any resistance. Now he was seventeen and much more powerful than he had been when he was fourteen…

He could almost hear the judge reviewing his father’s service record and his being loyalty to the town, his charity, his meaning to the community. After that was said, the judge then brought up that everyone feared his son and that his final decision was that Simon and himself be exiled from town and it’s limits. Simon could feel his father slump. He was an old man and didn’t deserve to have his home taken and be forced to build another in the woods. His family had held that farm for about eighty years.

Later that night, his father returned. He told Simon the news, yet he already knew. He hated that his father was being treated in such a way. Simon suggested that he be the one to leave on his own and that his father would live here. His father reminded him that he was old and that he couldn’t tend to the farm anyway. He felt so bitter and angry. His father, one of the pillars of the community, was to be shunned because his son had supernatural powers. Simon felt he should be the one to be punished, not his father.

There was a knock at the door. Simon looked out the window. There was the mayor and twelve armed guards. He went to the door and the mayor shoved a parchment in his face. Before he could even read the thing, the man started rambling on about how the law states that his house now is the property of the government and that he was to vacate it this evening. He looked back at his father, whose eyes were pleading with Simon to just let this pass. Simon agreed, albeit grudgingly. He and his father had packed up and were on their way, on horseback with little more than the clothes on their back and some tools. Simon looked back. He was on top of a large hill and could see the whole valley, and his entire property. His house was a ball of fire. He gasped, and his father stirred and asked him what the problem was… He said it was nothing and hoped his father wouldn’t look back, for it would break his heart. They rode until they were past the city limits. Then Simon would begin construction of a cottage.

Simon was fingering the sigil when he came back to reality. He also realized that he was getting behind if he wanted to make the gate before dark. If half the stories were true about the happenings when the sun went down were even half-true, he was in trouble. He harnessed his whip at his side, attached a vial of holy water to his waist, adjusted the position of his short sword and tied his long hair back with a headband. He then proceeded to put the goods back in his backpack. He lingered on the food and water and realized that he wasn’t even hungry... The seething anger that swirled through his insides more than filled him.

Standing to his full height, Simon enjoyed the last, lingering rays the orange sun cast on his face.

The leather armor he adorned even absorbed some dying light. It felt as if the sun was giving him an embrace, knowing it would be the last one. He closed his eyes, lost in the kind warmth he knew he might not ever feel again. Every bone, every muscle in his well-built frame longed to enjoy this moment forever.

He clenched his fists in anger. Gritting his teeth, he opened his eyes and checked once more that his fur-rimmed boots were properly strapped, that his hip-plates were loose enough for movement, his armor meshing in general. He was ready.

With a look at the tree, he grabbed his backpack and was jogging down the path as fast as he could, fighting the incline and the raging wind, yet not longing to reach his destination.

pjalne · #2

For the first time in several months, Debra and Heather (Robert's current girlfriend) were away for the weekend at a convention. Ray and Robert hadn't had sex in few days and were horny as jackrabbits. Ray had invited Robert over to spend the night since he had found a porno Debra was hiding in the bathroom closet. Neither man got to see x-rated movies very much, and were salivating at the thought of watching a juicy cunt get plowed.

In due time, Robert arrived, and Raymond answered the door eagerly.

"You made it!" Raymond glowered at his brother. "Thought you would never get here."

"Heather had some last minute things to do...so where's the porno?"

"Right here!" Ray showed Robert a box he had hidden in his hands.

"SWITCH HITTERS!!" Robert's eyes bugged out. "Do you know what this is?"

"Yeah, two women make it." Ray said in a deadpan voice.

"Yeah, but two men can make it, too!" Robert was furious.

"Look Robert, a porno is a porno. We can fast forward the parts with just the men."

"All right, but this better be good!"

Robert led the way upstairs to Ray's bedroom. There was a television in there so Ray had figured they could lay on the bed and watch the video in comfort. As he put the tape in the VCR, Robert started taking off his shirt.

"What are you doing??" Ray couldn't believe his eyes.

"When I watch pornos alone, I always strip to my underwear....you don't mind, do you?"

"Uh....sure...whatever you want." Ray hadn't seen Robert in his underwear since they shared a bedroom in High School. He wondered if he still wore boxer shorts and sleeveless undershirts. Ray was embarrassed standing there fully clothed as his brother stripped. He decided to peel down to his underwear as well. The two men tried not to stare at each other as they disrobed, but when they were both down to their underwear they turned around and stared. Raymond wore a plain white t-shirt and green plaid full cut boxers, while Robert wore a snow white sleeveless undershirt and blue and white striped boxers.

"Nothing like getting down to the underwear." Robert grinned as he lay down on Debra's side of the bed.

"Yeah, I try to hang out in my boxers as much as I can, but Debra doesn't like it." Ray lay next to Robert, holding the remote. Their legs touched right above the knee, but neither man attempted to pull away.

Ray started the video, which began promisingly. Two big titted women picked up three male co-workers and drove them to a motel. Once inside the motel room, the cute girls stripped down to their bras and panties. They got on the bed and rubbed each others breasts while darting their tongues in and out of each others' mouths. Ray and Robert fingered their developing erections through their boxers slowly. Ray's dick was trapped in the left leg, while Robert's was cramped in the right. As the women were exploring lesbian sex, the three men came in the room. They had shed their business suits and were clad in nothing but patterned boxer shorts. As Ray and Roberts' jaws dropped, one man got on his knees, pulled his buddies' cocks out of their boxers, and began vigorously sucking them both off.

"OH MY GOD!!" Robert yelled. "I never saw anything like this before!"

"Do you want to fast forward it?" Raymond was sweating with embarrassment.

"No, leave it on, we'll wait for the camera to get back to the women."

Ray and Robert continued to watch in shock yet definite interest as the camera panned closer to the hot scene. Both men's cocks were huge, easily topping 9 inches. The cocksucker got about 6 inches of their dicks in his mouth before he pulled out. From the looks on the faces of the men that were being blown, they were obviously in extreme ecstasy.

"Christ, those guys are hung like bulls!" Robert commented. "Does Debra ever blow you in your boxers like that?"

"I can't get her to blow me any way," Ray answered in disgust. She licks my dickhead a little, but that's it."

"Yeah, I can't get Heather to do that either," Robert nodded in sympathy. "She hasn't even seen me in my underwear yet!"

Both men chuckled. They were starting to relax, despite the very taboo scene unfolding in front of them.

"Ray, you know that money you owe me?" Robert turned to face his brother with a pained expression on his face.

"I'll pay it as soon as I can." Ray turned beet red.

"No, it's not that....I'll forget about it if you'll....." Robert couldn't get out any more words.

Ray broke out in a cold sweat. "You mean, you want me to...?" he couldn't speak any further either.

"Tell you what, if you do mine a little, I'll do yours." Robert tried to sweeten the pot.

"U-h-h-h- e-r-r-r-r, OK, but you have to go first." Ray tried to bluff his brother.

Robert eyes fluttered, but he soon composed himself. "Ok, it's a deal."

On the screen, the cocksucker had taken his two buddies large balls out of their boxers and was eagerly licking them. Robert curled his hand around Ray's boxer covered prick and slowly worked it toward the center fly slit. With one quick shove the massive organ bounced out of Ray's shorts. It was a good eight inches long with a nice clean mushroom head. Robert then reached into Ray's boxers and hauled out his ample sized ball sacs. He leaned over and stuck out his tongue. Ray let out a loud moan when Robert's tongue made contact with his aching testicles. Robert then started licking his brothers' balls like their was no tomorrow.

"GGGGGOOOODDDD ROOOOOBBBERRRTTTT SUUUUCCKKK MMMY BALLLS!!! YYYYYYEEEAAHHHH"

Ray was in heaven as Robert's tongue explored every nook and cranny of his meatballs. Then, he let out a loud grunt as Robert swallowed the head and part of his shaft in one gulp.

"YYYYEEAAAHHHHH, SSSSSUUCCCCKK TTTHHHATTT CCCOOOCCCKKK SUUUCCCKKK TTHHHAATT COOOCK!!"

Ray writhed and thrashed the bed as Robert deep throated him. After two minutes of extreme bliss for both men, Robert let Ray's eight incher slip from his lips. Breathing heavily, it was some time before he spoke.

"Your turn!"

Ray looked at the huge bulge in Robert's boxers. He tenderly pushed the gargantuan dick toward the center fly slit. In a matter of seconds, the huge nine inch prong stood out of Robert's boxers like a spear. Ray leaned over and tongued his brother's cockhead gently. Robert let out a deeply satisfying groan as Ray slowly but surely sucked the cockhead for all it was worth. Then he opened his mouth and took inch after sweet inch of Robert's dork down his throat. His brother thrashed the sheets with lust.

"YYYYESSSSSS!!! SUUUUCCKKKK MEEEEE!!! SSUUCCCCCKKK MYYY COOOOOCKKKK BBBBITTTTTTCHHHHHHH!!!"

Robert tried to hold back, but the sight of his own brother playing skin flute on him was simply too much.

"IIII'MMMMMMM GGGGGGGGOOOOOIIINNNGGG TTTTOOO BLLOWWWW. HHHHERRRREEE IIITT COMMMEESS!"

Ray got his mouth off Robert's prick just in time to witness the orgasm of orgasms. His brother let out loud screams as his prick blasted a good eight spurts of cum. Seeing his brother explode easily brought Ray over the edge.

"IIII'MMMMM CUUUUMMMMMIIINNGG TOOOO!!! FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!"

Ray howled as his dick spurted ten healthy loads of sperm. The two brothers collapsed on top of one another, completely spent.

"That was fuckin' unbelievable!" Robert was the first to speak.

"I didn't think it would be that good." Ray smiled at his brother.

Robert leaned over and tenderly kissed Ray on the lips. "I love you, Ray.".

"I love you too, Robert."

"Let's take a nap together and have more fun when we wake up." Robert stroked Ray's thighs lightly.

"Sure, that sounds great!" Ray and Robert spooned and couldn't believe how good it felt to cuddle each other. Both men fantasized what erotic things were going to happen when they woke up in the morning!

After Ray had the steamy hot sex session with his brother, he was horny pretty much all the time. His sex life with Debra revved up into full gear and they screwed at least twice a day. Debra was getting horny a lot more, too. She viewed "Switch Hitters" as often as she could, and was particularly turned on by one scene that involved a young women and three businessmen. The group go to a motel, where the woman strips the men down to their patterned boxers. Then, she blows them with their dicks hanging out of their shorts after which she gets royally screwed in her cunt, ass and mouth, with the sexy young men still wearing their undershorts. Debra was determined to recreate this scene down to the last detail. She hadn't sucked cock very much, but had been butt fucked by a 22 year old at work a few years ago. Although she almost passed out at one point from the intense sensations, she had orgasmed a good five times.

Although Ray was happy Debra was putting out more, he became much more aware of mens' bodies and started checking out his co-workers' baskets at work. In a few days he had determined that about three quarters of the guys wore boxers, while the rest chose briefs. Raymond was especially fascinated by the boxer guys, as they had huge baskets. One man that really caught his attention was named Jason, a 19 year old surfer dude type. Jason was six foot four and very handsome. He was bisexual, and checked out Ray's crotch as often as he could. The men exchanged a lot of smiles and winks. At least once a day, Jason pulled his white dress shirt up in the back and leaned over, showing Ray his striped boxers and tight butt. Ray slowly but surely developed an appreciation for boxer shorts on other men and started fantasizing what Jason would look like in his underwear with his cock hanging out of them.

As it turned out, Ray didn't have to have to wait very long. When he came home from work that day Debra had the video "Switch Hitters" in her hands. Ray knew it was the same movie he and Robert had sampled the first scene from, but decided to play dumb.

"What's that?"

"You know what this is Ray!" Debra was her usual sarcastic self. "Don't tell me you've never seen one before!"

"A few, here and there." Ray grinned.

"Well, I have a dare for you, big boy!" Debra patted Ray's crotch suggestively. "We put on a scene from the movie, and we copy what the couples do- EXACTLY!!"

"EXACTLY??" Ray's mouth dropped. "But you've never...."

"I know there are some things I haven't done Ray, but I'm willing to try. Are you?"

"Of course!" Ray bluffed.

"I just caught the beginning of one scene and there were one woman and three men."

"THREE MEN!" Ray hadn't expected this. "And where do we get the other two?"

"Well, I already asked Robert and he said 'yes' and I figured you could find another guy from work."

Ray thought quickly. "Well, there is this guy named Jason I probably could invite. He's 19 and a surfer dude type."

Debra's panties moistened at the thought of a virile young hung man sliding in and out of her very wet crevice.

"That'd be fine." she tried to act nonchalantly so Ray wouldn't sense her excitement.

"I'll ask Jason to come home with me tomorrow, OK?" Ray's cock lurched in his boxers thinking about Debra undressing Jason.

"Yeah, let's make it 7 o'clock...be there or be square!"

The next day was torturous for Ray, Robert and Jason at work. Their dicks tented their pants all day long and the hours went by distressingly slowly. Finally, it was quitting time. Ray and Jason picked Robert up and they all drove to Ray and Debras' house, each fingering his crotch in anticipation of what was to come.

Debra answered the door in a teal bra and matching crotchless panties. Ray practically fainted on the spot.

"MY GOD, DEBORAH!!" he exclaimed. "You never dress like that!"

"This is what the woman in the second scene is wearing...I'm just following the movie."

The group of four slowly mounted the steps to Deb and Rays' bedroom on the second floor. Debra put the movie in the VCR as the three men's jaws dropped. It started with a women dressed just like Debra slowly undressing three men out of their business suits. Debra smiled as she took off three very horny men's suit jackets, ties, shirts, shoes, socks, pants, and finally t-shirts. Her reward was three pairs of tented full cut boxer shorts. Ray's were blue plaid, Robert's were red checked, and Jason's were red and white striped. On the screen, the women reached into the men's boxers and started deep throating them.

Debra was a little tentative, but she reached into Ray and Robert's boxers at the same time and hauled out their rapidly hardening pricks. She tried to suck about 2 inches of their dicks into her moist mouth. Then she slowly throated 3, 4, and even 5 inches of cockflesh at one time. Ray and Robert moaned and groaned in extreme ecstasy, trying not to lose their loads which were already boiling in their nuts. After about one minute of frantic cocksucking, Debra turned her attention to Jason. Ray and Robert jacked themselves off furiously as Jason's long and thin dick gradually pushed its way out of his boxer fly and into Debra's mouth. Debra was able to deep throat his slender cock with little difficulty, causing the young man to swear up a storm.

"FFUCKKING BITTTCCHHH!! SHHHIITTTTTT!

I CANN'TTT STTTAANNDDD ITTTT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

On the screen, as one man layed on his back on the bed, another pushed the young woman's butt on top of his cock while he guided his own penis to her willing pussy. A third man cut off her stifled scream by pushing his prick into her mouth! All the men were still wearing their boxers, and the woman had pulled down her panties a little in the back.

"OH MY GODDDD!" Ray started to shake. "OH MY FUUUCCKKIINGG GODDD!" He had never dreamed in a matter of seconds his hard prick would be exploring every crevice of his wife's butt!

"FUCKING WILD!!" Robert grinned as he fantasized about plowing Debra's wet pussy.

"THIS IS GRREAT SHIT!!" Jason could hardly wait for Debra to keep sucking his dick until it exploded in her warm mouth.

As for Debra, she let Jason's prong slip from her mouth and looked at the men pleadingly.

"Be gentle guys, this is my first time for a lot of this!"

Raymond hopped on the bed in his boxers and pulled his cock and balls out of the fly. Then, Debra positioned herself so that her back was to his front and pulled her panties down in the seat. Slowly, she let Ray's dick rest comfortably in the cleft of her asscheeks. At the same time, Robert leaned forward and put about 3 inches of his cock in Debra's moist twat. The weight of his body on Debra's suddenly caused about 4 inches of Ray's rock hard dick to enter her buttcheeks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"GGGGAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDD!!"

Debra's shrill scream could easily have been heard in the next state!

"AHHHHHHHH!! "SHHHHIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

Debra felt like a red hot poker was being shoved up her ass. In sharp contrast, Ray felt like the tightest mouth in the world was clamping down on his dick. As Robert's considerable weight pushed Debra down on the bed further and further, more and more of Ray's stone hard prick went up her butt. She began to scream hysterically. "TAAKKEE ITTT OOUUTTT!! IIIIIII CAANNN'TTT TTTAKKKEEE IITTTTTT!! IT HURTTTTTTSSSSS FFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Jason took the opportunity of Debra's wide open mouth to quickly slip his thin boner in. She gagged on his cockflesh immediately.

"MMMMMBBBBBBBBGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"That's one way to shut her up!" Robert grinned at Ray who smiled back and winked!

"MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBGGGGGHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBHHHH

MMMMMMMBBBBGGGGGGHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBBGGGGHHHHH!!"

Debra was getting really pissed at Ray and Robert, but Jason started plunging his long fuckpole in and out her mouth so she couldn't say anything. Ray and his brother got a regular rhythm going. Their cocks were only separated by a thin membrane and they could feel them mashing together at times.

"Fuck Ray, I can feel your dick against mine!" Robert had to hold back his impending explosion of cum.

"Yeah, me too, it really feels good!" Ray was in an advanced state of Nirvana and could barely talk.

Debra's pain gradually diminished and was replaced by exquisite pleasure. She started to tighten her ass on each of Robert's downstrokes, causing Ray to bellow in rapture. Jason continued plowing more and more of his cock into Debra's mouth, but she took it like a trooper. After about 5 minutes of frantic fucking, Jason suddenly felt his nuts boiling.

"JESSSSUUUSSSS HHHOOLLLYYY FFUUUCCKKK!"

The strapping surfer dude got his dick out of Debra's mouth in the nick of time. He began to spurt wildly, screaming in lust as his cum went all over the bed, rug, boxers, and chests.

Seeing Jason cum brought Robert over the edge. "FUUUCCCKKKKKKINNNNNNGGGG BBBITTCHHHH!"

He shot off in Debra's honeypot with such ferocity he almost fainted at one point. Robert's massive orgasm caused Debra to spontaneously tighten her ass on Raymond's prickhead. He let out a sudden stentorian primal scream. "ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Ray's cock exploded ten full times in Debra's ass as he let out every swear word in the book. Finally, Debra let out an ecstatic groan.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

She thrashed the bed wildly as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

It took a good minute for the party of four to recover from the incredible fuckfest. Robert and Ray fell asleep almost immediately, with Jason and Debra not far behind. They were so knocked out, it was well after eleven when they woke up.

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Debra's eyes opened first. She turned on a light by the bed and managed to lift herself up. Ray and Robert groggily followed her downstairs as Jason trailed a bit behind. When they got to the kitchen, Debra served everyone coffee and looked for a cheesecake in the refrigerator. To everyones' surprise, she did not serve the cheesecake, instead taking two big pieces and walking over to Jason. His soft cock was still lewdly poking out of his striped boxer shorts. Debra took the cheesecake slices and mashed them down on Jason's prick. She then rubbed the cheesecake slowly against the young stud's dick until the organ started to swell and expand. When Jason was fully hard, Debra sat down and turned to Ray, whose eyes were bugging out of his head at the whole process.

"I know you like cheesecake, Ray, so lick it off Jason's cock!"

"W-w-w-w-w-h-h-a-a-t-t-t-t-t-??" Ray's jaw dropped. "ARE YOU CRAZY??"

Actually, Ray had been dying to suck Jason's cock all evening, but he didn't want Debra to know that.

"Look Ray, I gave you your fantasy, now you have to give me mine!" Debra was back to her bitchy self, all of a sudden.

"Welllllllllllll...maybe a tiny bit!"

Ray sunk down on his knees in front of Jason who gave him a smile and accepting nod. At first, Ray took a little cheesecake in his mouth at one time and sucked it down his throat. Then, he reached more and more cockflesh and Jason started an erotic patter that really turned Ray on. "YEAHHHHH RAYYYYY SUUUUCCKK TTTHHAAATTT

CCCCOOOCCCKKKKK SUUUCCKKK TTTHHATT COOCCKK

EEEATT MEEE DDUDDEE, EEEATTTTTTTTTT MEEEEEEEEE!!"

Robert jacked off as Ray's head bobbed up and down on Jason's dick and Debra frigged herself like a madwoman.

Soon, all the cheesecake was gone yet Ray continued to vigorously suck Jason's wang. He deep throated him like a pro, causing Jason to howl with lust. "YYYYEEEAAAAHHHHHH, SSUUUUCCKK

ITTTTTTT I'M GETTING REAL CLOSE!! AHHHHHHHH!"

Ray put his fingers up the back of Jason's boxers and went in and out of his butt. That alone was enough to bring his co-worker to a huge climax "ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"BIIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH HH"

Jason exploded in Ray's mouth as Debra and Robert came at the same time.

Robert let out a hoarse yell as his cock squirted cum out in five foot fountains.

"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Not to be outdone, Debra let out a moan of pure ecstasy "AAAAAHHHHHOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Finally, Ray's dick started to squirt all over the place "I'M POPPPPPPPPIIING!! FFUCKKKK!"

After their richly satisfying orgasms, Ray was the first to speak.

"THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!" he grinned at Robert and Debra.

"Oh Ray, you always say something dumb!"

Debra laughed.

"Looks like things are back to normal,"

Robert winked at Ray and Jason.

"NORMAL??" Debra looked at the men mockingly. "Wait until you see the next scene!"

~fin~

Marine · #3

HEY DUDE this was my fic

FS · #4

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGG!!!! !!!!1

pjalne · #5

Quote:

Originally Posted by Marine

HEY DUDE this was my fic

W-h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-t-t-t-t-t?!??

Marine · #6

t t t t... take me away from the bad people.

pjalne · #7

IIII'MMMMMMM GGGGGGGGOOOOOIIINNNGGG TTTTOOO BLLOWWWW. HHHHERRRREEE IIITT COMMMEESS!

Marine · #8

my f f f... fan fic is supressed by that th that bit of erotic crap

GADZOOKS · #9

You thought it was erotic? DUDE YOU ARE SO GAY NOW!

Mr. Vagiclean · #10

MMMMMBBBBBBBBGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGOOOODDDD !!YYYYYYEEEAAHHHHRay answered in disgust. She licks my dickhead out. From the looks on the faces of the men that were being blown, they were obviously in extreme ecstasy.

"Christ, those guys are hung like bulls!" Robert commented. "Does Debra ever blow you in your boxers like that?"
U-h-h-h- e-r-r-r-
GGGGGOOOODDDDYYYYEEAAAHHHHH, SSSSSUUCCCCKK TTTHHHATTT CCCOOOCCCKKK SUUUCCCKKK