Brendas Boys Club Part 5
Brendas Boys Club Part 5
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note: _While many women lamented men's unfaithfulness, Brenda found a way to keep her many men loyal. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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Over the next week Susan's men fucked each of my boys – giving them a feel for a man's cock. Susan told me that the strapon was bigger than any of her men, but as least my boys will be a little looser for me.
On Friday night I got more practice with the strapon, fucking two of Susan's guys. I really loved how the strapon made me feel. I soon became addicted to how it took control of me once I started.
In a way, it gave me a chance to know what it was like to be a man – to need to poke myself into any hole I could find. After I got home from Susan's party I put the strapon back on and stood in front of a mirror, admiring how studly it made me look. I walked around the house, naked and waving the strapon around as I walked. I found my mother and showed her, and she just stared at me, eventually saying, "It's been such a long time since I had a cock in me."
"I thought you hated men," I said.
"I do," she replied, "They're all bastards, but I do miss their cocks."
She dropped her robe to the floor, standing naked before me. She said, "Come with me," and took me to her bedroom. She got on the bed and spread her legs. I watched her fat body wiggle as she opened up, inviting me in. Even though I was a lesbian, my mother didn't attract me, but she was in need and I wasn't going to turn her down.
I got onto the bed and put the strapon to her pussy. She was already quite wet and I rubbed the head on her, wetting it with her juice. I slowly slipped into her and she said, "Damn, that's a monster cock – take it easy."
I pushed into her slowly, as I had with Paul, and soon she was taking it all. I just stayed there, motionless, as she adjusted to it.
"Okay, start moving," she said, and I began stroking in and out.
After a few minutes of stroking she began to pant, and then said, "Give me all you've got!"
I picked up the pace and the strapon took me over, driving my clitty wild. I pumped faster and faster, feeling like I was raping my very own mother. I put her legs over my shoulder and pumped all the harder until my mother let out a scream as she came, and that pushed me over the edge and soon I climaxed as well.
"Thanks dear," Mom said, "Your such a good girl – I really needed that!"
I had enjoyed it as well, but it was really weird to fuck my own mother! I left and cleaned up the strapon, and went to bed.
On Saturday morning I went to the grocery store and spent some time in the produce department in preparation for my boy's club meeting.
My boys all were there by 4pm – I had taught them the importance of punctuality, and not keeping their mistress waiting.
Once they were naked I had them line up and each draw cards from a deck I had shuffled. Each boy turned up the card they had drawn. I had them continue until all four aces had been drawn – the boys who drew them would be fucked and the others would prep their asses.
I set out four full-sized cucumbers and instructed the boys to insert them in the asses of the boys they prep'd. I coached them to suck them to erection and for the boys receiving the cucumbers to stoke themselves to keep erect so they would be more receptive.
I sat on one of the beds and fingered myself as I watched the boys struggling to take the cucumbers. I told the boys that they would all have their turn on the receiving end, so they should be gentle about it – as if there was any way to be gentle about pushing a cucumber up the ass!
I came twice before all four of the cucumbers had found their home. I told the boys to 69, with the cucumber boys on top. The bottom boys were to make sure the cucumbers stayed in place. They sucked each other and the boys became accustomed to their new ass plugs.
Susan came in wearing her strapon and inspected each of the plugged boys, taking hold of the cucumbers and stroking then in and out before moving to the next boy. Meanwhile I put on my strapon.
We decided that the boy's had enough prep and we each approached a pair of boys. We took out the cucumber and pressed the strapon to their now-empty holes. Pressing into their already-sore holes. Both Susan and I were now deep into our chosen boy, and we began to pump. Susan also felt the strapon taking her over as she fucked, and we both furiously pumped ourselves to climax.
While we were both multi-orgasmic, these orgasms were so intense we each had to catch our breath before continuing. We just stayed inside our boys while they came as well.
We moved to the next boy and fucked them without mercy. With eight pairs of boys 69'ing, there were two asses for each of us, and we made good use of them.
We each came to our second climax and rested, then each pulled out. We went to the bathroom to clean up. Upon our return we found the boys we had just fucked just lying there. I spread their cheeks and fingered their asses, and found the boys Susan had fucked were bleeding. She was stronger and more athletic than I was and probably fucked them harder.
Susan inspected the bleeding asses and assured me there was no tissue tearing, and the boys would recover, but with a vivid memory of today!
Susan said, "I really enjoyed your asses, boys – get used to getting your ass plowed!"
She left and I was left with a bunch of tender-assed boys. I knew I wanted to fuck them over and over, but did feel sorry for their soreness.
I told them to go to the pharmacy and buy a tube of lotion with aloe, and to soothe their holes until they recovered. I also told them to buy cucumbers they thought they could take and to practice with them, so they would be ready for the strapon. I promised to give them two weeks before the next fuckings, and that I would be fucking the boys who did the prep.
That way the boys we had just fucked would have three weeks to recover, and the other boys two weeks to prepare.
As my boys got dressed, I told my boys they had done well, and sent them off, a little tender for their efforts.
After the boys had left, Mom called out to me, telling me to bring my strapon. I began to realize that I wasn't the only one addicted to the strapon.
The End.
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)