Accidental Fuckhole, Part 3 By Bruno Newman
`Accidental Fuckhole, Part 3' {Bruno Newman} ( MB ws anal reluc rough )
Disclaimer: No baby seals were harmed in the writing of this porn. Porn doesn't always translate well into real life, men. So remember to always play safe and only with the one who brung you (don't force an unwilling, under-aged partner). But porn is good, porn is great. Long live porn. For any constructive feedback or exchanges, please email me at bruno.newman32@gmail.com
Tex had guided me away from the ottoman and had laid me out on my back on a padded raised bench. Conveniently my asshole was the same height as his crotch. Tex pushed back on my legs at the knees and my pucker rolled right up to greet his hard meat, granting him total access like the whore it was. He stabbed into my anus with his cockhead but I kept reflexively shitting the invading monster back out. My hole was on fire.
"C'mon now" ordered the man. "Open up your hole to me. Open it up." I obeyed his command and he slid in. And in and in and in. I grimaced but I didn't fight it now. "That's it, son. I need me sum boycunt real bad. I jus' wanna fuck you, thet's all." It felt better once he got completely in, buried up deep. Especially when that plum-sized head of his raked across my prostate repeatedly. I spread my ass wider for him. My hole felt juicy and needy now. I begged for it.
"Wha's that, boy?" and Tex leaned in.
"Fuck me good, Tex. Fuck me real good. I need this."
"I wuz made fer this, to fuck yer pussy. I'm gonna pound your pussy into the shape of my cock. I'm gonna flood your pussyhole with a Texas gusher, sonny boy"
"Do it, Tex. Fuck my pussy."
The dungeon had filled up with other revelers of sin. I could hear a room full with grunts and skin slapping and cries for mercy and evil laughs. Brunner and Gordo were just over my head out of my sight on the other end of the same bench. And when Tex turned me over to fuck me like a dog, I got the full and glorious view. Brunner's shithole was right near my face. If he lowered his boots (the only things he was wearing now) he would crush me. Brunner was on his back with legs hiked up high. Gordo was bent over Brunner's torso, lunge-ing a massive dildo into Brunner's butthole. When the dildo was pulled out, I stared into the gaping maw of Brunner; a black hole that stayed wide open for a second allowing me to see deep inside the man before closing up in a slow swirl. Then the fake dick rammed in and Brunner's hole concaved inwardly and took it in. Black asshairs clung to the rubber cock and rode on its surface. Brunner gurgled out for more and Gordo withdrew and rammed back in to make him happy. What I noticed next was that Brunner's head was just off the table end, tilted back. That gave Gordo full advantage to fuck down his throat in a straight shot.
"How's yer pussy feelin'?" Tex was nice enough to ask as he slammed me into the bench over and over.
"Feels like fireworks are going off in there."
"I'm `bout to shoot. Ya might want to hold on to sumthin."
I gripped the bench. And sure enough I was knocked up off my feet with the force of Texas beef ramming up my cunt, making me cry out in agony and pleasure. I was hard and my dick was humming like a tuning-fork. I tried to put my forehead down on the bench so I could whimper and plead and beg.
"Fucken cunt boy" Tex said through clenched teeth and he slammed me. "Fucken cum dump" SLAM! "Here it comes, son" SLAM! " Here it... UUGGHHH!" And the man slam-fucked me and squirted and jizzed and spunked and came deep up my abused hole. Sperm was already running down onto my ballbag and more was being deposited deep inside. Tex finally stood up straight and clutched me to him and fucked me like a ragdoll. Gordo came around the bench to watch as Brunner diddled his own hole with the dildo and came up on an elbow to view my violation. Tex rammed straight up into me, shot a wad, and lowered me; rammed upward again and jizzed out more bullcum.
Then Gordo bent me over the bench and he and Brunner tugged on my arms in an attempt to dislodge the big cock from my ass. It was as if Tex and I were mated like dogs after a fuck. My anus was inflamed with all the intrusions and it was swole up around the manmeat. I wanted the fucking cock out of my ass but my shithole wouldn't release it. "Awww, fuck fuck fuck" I whimpered. Then the bullcock began to undock and it squeezed out little by little, leaving my port, finally jetting out of my body in a relief.
Brunner seemed to know just what I needed and tossed me onto my back onto the bench. He pushed my legs up skyward and his cool saliva on my rectum was like a healing salve. Brunner ate at my ass, lapping up his comrades' man-goo from me and attending to my abused anus. His tongue pushed balm up into my over-heated chute. Then he came over me, descending, and shared his find from my butt with me-- drooling mixed sperm onto me, licking it across my lips, pushing it into my mouth with his tongue. I grabbed onto that incredible beard of Brunner's and anchored his lips to mine.
"I'm thirsty' I panted. And I was hauled to my knees where I had warm piss to slack my thirst with. I cupped my balls in my hands and let loose my own fountain of golden liquid to add to my hair, face and torso. I was patted on the back. "Our little fuckhole is pissing with the big dogs." I blindly followed a piss line upstream and swallowed directly from the source, taking in the spongy dick. Turned out it was Tex. I could tell from the massive size and it was still hot from its friction with my ass.
We went to the showers (a dungeon with showers, yoo-hoo!) and on the way I saw a man have clamps put to his titties. I saw one man cradle another man's erection while inserting a long skinny metal rod down the piss-slit. I witnessed one lucky man in a sling surrounded by many men, being fucked from both ends and having cum jacked onto his torso. Poor (or lucky?) Jake was on his knees now. Raul was feeding him dick from the front and Leroy was down behind him, sticking satyr cock up his manhole. I wondered if Leroy had any grip on his dick and if Jake even noticed Leroy up inside him, big as the pecker was.
My 3 abusers bathed me. Brunner washed grime from my ass and asked how my pussy was doing. "It's happy" I reported.
"Yea!" they all grinned. "Cupcake has a happy pussy. That's what we like to hear." And I was slapped heartily on the back. I got totally caught up in running the shower through Brunner's beard, watching it soak up the water and create riverlets and mini-waterfalls out the other end; I wanted to kayak through his facial hair. Brunner clutched me to him and when he kissed me, I felt momentarily that I had a beard of own. Always wanted a beard.
Brunner had cum strung in clumps in his chest fur. Whose? When did that get there? I sucked it out.
I wasn't even going to bother looking for my sodden underwear. My clothes were in a locker upstairs. Brunner went to Wolfie's window and came back with a scrap of paper for me. "My email address. Get in contact with me if you're interested in becoming our Pig-in-Training."
"Do I get leathers? Will you guys help me pick out my leather?"
"Yeah" said Gordo." We start you out with a set that has handle-grips across the back. The better to dog-fuck you with."
"But no pussy shaving" warned Tex. "And that cunt of yours is gonna be one abrasive fuck here in about a week."
"Now off you go, Little Piggie" said Brunner. "Time for the big hawgs to play. We took it easy on you today. Slip out before Leroy decides he wants a plow at you and we have to kick you and your stretched-out shitter to the curb."
I never told Rick. In the next day or so when I climbed into the sheets with him he asked when I had last taken a shower. Or shaved. And he jumped from the bed when I ran my tongue across his ass-pucker.
I'm thinking the next week will tell if Rick goes with it (with me and my new depraved ways) or if he goes in search of a nice boy with a behaved penis and muzzled tongue. Either way, I gonna be okay with it.
Cause I just heard back from Brunner on email. He asked if I wanted to come to his house this Saturday for a big party he was throwing. He said I'd be one of 3 piggies invited and that I was required to stay on all fours all night-- ready and available for whoever whenever howmanyever. I told him that by the time Saturday came around I might be able once again to take a shit without screaming out in pain. He said he'd have a leather harness for me if I came, one of my very own, with handle-grips on it. I said `oink oink.' He promised me there would be no fist-fucking, something he didn't allow. "I'm gonna keep my Cupcake Piggie tight and fuckable."
My hole is already starting up with a terrible itch in anticipation. Can't wait for Saturday night, down on all fours.
THE END, unless I get inspired and write about Brunner's Pig Party
Thanks to the readers with their feedback and turn-ons. I did re-writes to Parts 2 & 3 with you guys in mind.