BRUTHALY LUV -4
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25 year old Crystal Waters ran around her bedroom like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for just the right accessories for her sexy but not too revealing outfit. After showering, shaving (all the naughty parts), moisturizing, perfuming, hair styling, dressing, painting her face, and adding the necessary accessories (ear rings, necklace, shoes, belt, handbag), she stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well..., what do you think...?" she asked, staring at her petite 5'7", 135 lbs luscous frame.
"Nice, mommy...!" said 8 year old Rachelle, between watching her mother and playing with her Barbie dolls.
"It's not TOO much is it...?" she asked, turning sideways to check out her silhouette.
"Too much...?" asked Rachelle, confused.
"Never mind...!" said Crystal, deciding to change her hairstyle at the last minute.
"You look gorgeous!" said Marlon, leaning in her bedroom doorway with his arms folded over his chest. Crystal looked over at him, then rolled her eyes as she reached up to pull the pins from her hair.
"I'm still MAD at you!" she said, shaking her hair out as it cascaded down about her shoulders. She grabbed a styling comb and began combing her long curls out. "You almost got Rachelle expelled from school...! And for what...??"
"I know..." said Marlon, looking down at his daughter. "...I messed up..., but it won't happen again!"
"You said that last time..., and the time before that...!" sighed Crystal, alternating styling her hair and looking at Marlon through the mirror. "Rachelle's education is important, Marlon..., MORE important than whatever was taking up your time and making you late!"
"I KNOW, Crystal...!" he said, feeling bad already. "You think I wanna see Rachelle get kicked out of the only school she's ever known...?"
"Then what's the problem...?" asked Crystal, tossing her comb on the table as she admired the finished product.
"There IS no problem...!" said Marlon. "I've handled it!"
"You've HANDLED it...?" asked Crystal, skeptically. She looked down at Rachelle, who was now staring up at her parents, trying to figure out why they were so angry with each other? "I HOPE so, Marlon...! Switching schools would be a real inconvenience for ALL of us!"
Just then, the downstairs doorbell rung...
"That's HIM!!" said Crystal, feeling goosebumps sprout up her arms.
"I got it!" yelled Curtis from downstairs, as Crystal gave herself one last look over in the mirror. After a brief moment, Curt yelled back... "Crystal..., your date's here!"
"Oh god!" she said, nervously. "Come here, Rachelle..., give mommy a kiss goodnight!" Rachelle jumped up off the floor, then ran over to her mother and enthusiastically threw her arms around her waist (still holding her dolls).
"You'r going on a date, mommy...?" she asked, backing off after giving her mom a big hug.
"Yes, honey..." answered Crystal, grabbing her purse before heading to the door and squeezing by Marlon (who stubbornly wouldn't move out of the way). "...my FIRST one in 3 years!" she added, rolling her eyes at Marlon before heading down the hall.
Downstairs, Crystal's date stood by the door uncomfortably, getting eyeballed by Curtis, who looked the man over rather suspiciously.
"Well Crystal be long...?" asked the man, hoping to speed up progress. "We, uh..., we have reservations...!"
"uh huh..." said Curtis uncaring, staring the man up and down.
The man began to squirm a little... "Where ya takin' `er...?" asked Curt, chewing on a toothpick with his hands hidden behind his back and his head cocked ominously to the side...
"uh..., to the Italian Bistro down town..., IF that's alright with you...?" said the man, receiving an acceptable head bob from Curtis who now poked his lips out as if in thought...
"Then what...?" he asked, nosily.
"I don't know..., if it's not TOO late by then, I might take her out for drinks or a movie..." suggested the man.
"Drinks..., ah..." said Curt, skeptically.
"She don't drink...?" asked the man, curiously.
"Not tonight!" said Curtis, ripping the toothpick from his mouth. "Not with YOU!"
The man and Curtis' eyes locked, as both men tried to sum each other up through staring...
"Hi...!" said Crystal, coming down the stairs (just in time).
The man (who had been looking at Curtis and contemplating canceling the date) looked up at Crystal and smiled (changing his mind back).
"You look beautiful...!" he said, as she reached the bottom step and walked over towards him.
"Have you two met yet...?" she asked, taking a deep breath.
"uh, no..., not officially..." said the man, not sure he wanted to meet Curtis. "...is this your brother...?"
"Curt...?" chuckled Crystal, nervously. "No..., he's one of my roommates...!" she answered.
"Roommates...?" questioned the man, oddly.
Just then Rachelle came down the stairs...
"Yes...! And THIS is my daughter, Rachelle..., you met her at the party...!" said Crystal, as Rachelle ran up beside her and looked up sadly at the strange man.
"Yes..., I remember...! Hi Rachelle...!" he said, smiling down at her.
Just then Marlon came downstairs. The man looked up... "Who's that...?" he asked.
"Oh..., that's Marlon, Rachelle's father..., my OTHER roommate!" informed Crystal, as Marlon walked up and stood beside Rachelle and her mother. The man stared at Marlon, as Rachelle subconsciously reached up and held both of her parents' hands while still staring at the man. "Marlon..., Curtis..., I'd like you both to meet Dan...!" she officially introduced.
"Dan what...?" asked Curtis, playing protective big brother.
"Dan Edwards!" answered the man, as if it were any of his business.
"Ever been married, Dan...?" asked Curtis, curious.
"Yeah..., once...!" answered Dan.
"She still alive..?" asked Curtis, giving a suspicious eye...
"Okay now..." interrupted Crystal, moving over to Dan's side. "...I think we should GO now!" she suggested with a nervous grin. Dan nodded his head in agreement, ready to leave 5 minutes ago.
"No mommy, don't go! I don't want you to go...!" cried Rachelle, grabbing her mother's waist.
Crystal looked shocked and embarrassed as she giggled awkwardly, then pried Rachelle's arms from her waist...
"Rachelle I'll be back...!" she insured. "Daddy and uncle Curt will be right here with you..., nothing will happen to you with them here...!"
"I'm not scared for me..." said Rachelle, recalling her mother's last boyfriend.
Crystal's face saddened when she realized why Rachelle was so concerned. She bent down on her knees and promised...
"Nothing's going to happen to mommy..., mister Dan isn't like mister Marcus..., he's a NICE man! Auntie Charmaine introduced us at the Christmas party, remember...? She knows him from chruch...! She wouldn't introduce us to a mean man, would she...?"
Rachelle shook her head `no' while holding back her tears bravely. "Right! So mommy and mister Dan are just going out to eat and talk some grown up talk...! I'll be back before your bed time! I promise!"
"Okay mommy!" smiled Rachelle, feeling better. Crystal gave her a big hug, then stood up to resume her date...
"Take good care of her..." warned Curt. "...she's a SPECIAL lady!"
"Oh..., I knew that when I first met her...!" smiled Dan, causing Crystal to blush as he escorted her out the door.
"BYE MOMMY!" waved Rachelle, standing in front of Curt and Marlon as they watched Dan walk Crystal to his SUV.
"Very protective family...!" said Dan, opening the car door for her.
"Oh..., Rachelle's just worried..." said Crystal, stepping up into the SUV as Dan held her arm for support. "...she hasn't seen me go on THAT many dates...!"
"Oh...?" said Dan, slamming her door behind her before rushing around to the other side to join her. "And who is this Marcus you mentioned...?" he asked, getting in to start the engine.
"Oh..., that's not important right now..." said Crystal, not wanting to tarnish their evening by thinking negative thoughts. "...I don't want to talk about ex-boyfriends..., I just want to have a good time!"
"Okay..." said Dan, putting the car in drive as he began to pull away from the curb. "...but I don't have to worry about no ex-lovers stalking us tonight, do I...?" he asked, half serious-half joking.
"No..." answered Crystal. "...that was 3 years ago! I haven't seen him since!"
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34 year old Milton Howard sat in his car with the engine running for warmth, as he waited for 19 year old Marcus to come out from his dorm. The memories of Marcus' recent masturbation over the computer webcam played fresh images in Milt's mind as he pictured the teen boy with his finger's stuffed up his ass, begging to get fucked. Milton had been reluctant to fuck the boy because of his age, until he saw the roommate tag that ass unexpectedly. He could still see the roommate's ass pumping up and down on top of Marcus as the boy moaned like a bitch in bed. The entire ordeal had Milt's dick rock hard with excitement as he waited for the boy to show up for their second rendezvous.
"Hey...!" said Marcus, opening the now familiar car door and hopping in. "Been waiting long...?"
"Not really." answered Milt, waiting as Marc made himself comfortable.
"mmmm..." moaned the kid, looking down into his lap. "...is that ALL for me...?" he asked, reaching between Milt's legs to grasp his tented bulge.
Milton smiled...
"It sure as hell ain't for Jack Frost!" he joked.
"MAN..., I can't wait to feel that bad boi in my ass!" stated Marcus, squeezing Milt's erection.
"Where can we go...?" asked Milt curiously.
"We could go to the same spot we went to before..." suggested Marc, eagerly.
"Down the street...??" questioned Milt, looking at all the people still walking about the busy college campus. "I don't think so..., head's one thing, fucking's another...!"
"My roommate's in my room..." thought Marcus aloud, knowing his roommate (and probably Milt) wouldn't want to share with each other. "...I know a place in the park!"
"Fairmount Park...?" asked Milt. "In THIS weather...?"
"It'll be fun!" insisted Marcus. "We can stay inside..., and there won't be ANYONE there to bother us!"
"What about park rangers...?" questioned Milt.
"I've never seen them...!" assured Marc, as Milt slowly drove away...
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25 year old Crystal Waters and 36 year old Daniel Edwards sat at a romantic table for two at The Italian Bistro on Broad and Chestnut in downtown Philadelphia. Dan had ordered the linguini with mussels and a soup & salad, --while Crystal ordered a vegetable lasagna smothered in a creamy white wine sauce, and a small garden salad. They ate their meal while making small talk, getting to know one another better, when Dan said...
"So..., you have TWO male roommates...?" he tried to say casually, as it ate away at his mind all evening. Crystal looked up from her plate, nodding her head affirmatively. "Pardon my asking..." he continued..., "...but where do they sleep...?"
Crystal chuckled...
"They have their own room..." she informed between bites of delicious lasagna.
"And ONE of them is your daughter's father...?" asked Dan, making sure he had the story straight.
"Yes." answered Crystal, sensing a problem.
Dan toyed with his mussels, trying to act nonchalant... "Is there anything ELSE I should know about before this date goes on...?" he asked.
"Like what...?" asked Crystal.
"Like..." paused Dan, trying to think of a delicate way to ask... "...are you and the baby's father still intimate...?"
"God NO!" said Crystal, trying to keep back a chuckle.
"Are you sure...?" asked Dan. "I just sensed..., SOMETHING back at the house...!"
"Sensed what...?" asked Crystal, curiously. "Marlon and I haven't been intimate in years! At least not since he's been to prison...!"
"Your baby's daddy was in prison...?" asked Dan, surprised. "What for...?"
"Armed robbery, I think..., --he was on drugs back then..., he's a totally different person now!" explained Crystal, taking another bite.
"And there's NO interest in reuniting...?" questioned Dan.
"None what so ever!" assured Crystal, taking a sip of wine.
"And what about Curtis...?" continued Dan, recalling how the shorter man did all the talking. "Is there anything going on with you and HIM?"
"Me and Curtis...?" laughed Crystal. "He's like a little brother to me...!"
"He wasn't acting like a little brother when he was drilling me...!" said Dan, picking at the mussels on his plate.
"He was just being protective...! I told you..., I haven't dated a lot of guys since my last boyfriend..., and they're just concerned...!"
"That last boyfriend must've been a real trip...?" surmised Dan, curiously.
"He WAS." said Crystal, ashamed that she had allowed the relationship to go as far as it did. "He was abusive..., and Rachelle saw me get hit a few times..., --THAT's why everyone's so concerned..., they don't want to see me get hurt again...!"
"I understand..." said Dan sympathetically. Crystal smiled faintly, then went back to eating her lasagna. "So..." said Dan, getting back to the subject..., "...Curt's NEVER tried anything with you...?"
"You just don't give up, do you...?" asked Crystal with a smirk.
"I just know how guys are..." defended Dan. "...they may ACT like they're just friends..., they may even pretend to be a girlfriend..., but when you get right down to it, they can't wait to get into your pants..., even if it's just once!"
"Is that how YOU are...?" questioned Crystal, thinking Dan might be going off personal experience. "Do YOU pretend to be a girl's friend, JUST to get what you want and walk away...?"
"No...!" answered Dan. "I wasn't referring to ME...!"
"Of course not!" said Crystal, mockingly.
"I'm serious!" said Dan. "You'd be hard pressed to find another gentleman like me...!"
"Yeah...?" asked Crystal, playfully. "And what makes YOU so special...?"
Dan looked directly into her eyes from across the table...
"Because..." he said with a serious tone. "...when I see something worth having, I hold onto it and NEVER let it go...!"
Crystal stared into Dan's eyes for a full 15 seconds after his statement, noticing the intensity in his eyes. Blushing, she reached for her wine glass...
"Well..., you don't have to worry about Marlon and Curt trying to get into MY pants..." she said, before taking another sip. "...they're gay...!"
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Milt's car sat parked on a secluded dirt road in the hills of Philadelphia's Fairmount Park, the engine was running to keep the heat blasting as the two male occupants sat in the back seat. Milt had his pants and boxers tucked down around his ankles while his 19 year old companion bobbed his head in his lap.
Marcus twisted his neck so that the top of his head faced the front windshield, adjusting his throat so he could take 34 year old Milton Howard's (Kendall's) dick down his throat more easily. He bobbed his head, determined to reach his goal as he forced his mouth to slide down the 9 and 1/2 inch rigid pole sticking up from the older man's groin. Milt leaned back relaxingly in his seat, his left hand on the back of Marc's bobbing head while the right hand was stuffed down the back of the boy's boxer brief's, thrusting his fingers in and out of his college cunt. Marcus had lubed his hole with his roommate's sperm before he left the dorm room, in anticipation of this long awaited fuck.
He forced his mouth down around the base of Milt's stiff dick, his lips inching ever closer to the pubic hairs surrounding the base of his pole like the roots of a tree. Marcus felt Milt's dick head press into the start of his throat, then slowly sank down inside as he forced himself to go deeper. Milton groaned aloud as his dick suddenly penetrated the boy's tight throat, the thick snake slipping into the tight confides of his warm contracting esophagus as Marcus finally rested his nose in Milt's balls.
Marcus could feel the entire dick lodged securely down the back of his throat as he fought from gagging and vomiting all over the back of Milt's car. He could feel the older man's long finger's pushing deeper into him, making his ass hot for something bigger. Marcus waited until he couldn't hold it any longer, then he slowly backed up off of Milt's dick, dragging his lips back up the steely hard shaft until he was sucking lovingly on the viper like head.
"Damn that feels good..." coo Milt, loving the boy's talent. When Marcus went all the way back down on him again, Milt jammed 3 finger's up the boy's backside, feeling his asshole snap around the embedded digits.
Marcus knew he had the man where he wanted him. With Milt's dick down his throat and his fingers up his ass, there was no way the man was leaving without spewing a load somewhere inside his body. He pulled back his head, feeling the slick dick slide effortlessly from his lips as he stroked the spit slimy shaft with his fist...
"I want some pussy..." moaned Milt, ready to fuck.
"Anything you want, daddy!" responded Marcus, shedding his clothes.
Milt watched as Marcus stripped naked in the back of his ride, then straddled his waist as he reached back and aligned Milt's dick along the crack of his ass. Sitting face to face, Marcus began sliding his ass crack up and down the length of Milt's dick, making the hard pole yearn for entrance as he teased the older man.
Milt reached back and palmed both of Marcus' ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing them roughly as if holding two soft basketballs in his grasp. He humped back and forth, causing his dick to run the length of Marc's crevice as Marc leaned into his shoulder and moaned. Marcus lifted his ass until Milt's dick head touched upon his anus, then sat back on it as the dick wedged between his cheeks. Milt looked up into Marcus' face as Marcus closed his eyes and sank down on the stiff dick paying homage to his backdoor.
"OOOOhhhhhh GOD...!!" moaned the kid as the adult dick filled him.
"uhhh..." groaned Milt as Marcus' tight anus gripped him before sliding all the way down.
Marcus nestled his ass into Milt's groin, sheathing nearly the entire shaft as he sat upright in his lap. "You okay...?" asked Milt, noticing how Marcus had stopped before his descent was complete.
"I'm okay..." assured Marcus, taking a breather. "...it's just so BIG..., it's bigger than any of the guy's I've taken in school so far...!"
"Take your time..." encouraged Milt, "...your ass feels great!"
Marcus smiled to himself as he began rising up and falling back, slowly sliding up and down the hard dick. Milt loved it as he sat motionless, allowing Marcus to dictate the strokes as he fucked himself and got used to the pole shoved up his ass.
Marcus held onto Milt's round muscular shoulders as he rode him, enjoying the scent of the man's strong cologne as he bobbed his ass up and down on his pipe. Milt's dick split his ass cheeks wide as it sliced between his young buns, keeping the cheeks separated. Marcus tried to hold back the girly gasps he usually made while getting his clock cleaned, but couldn't help but let out a few grunts and groans as his tight college boi-pussy rode the rigid staff for all it was worth. Milt simply sat in position as he allowed the boy to do all the work. He couldn't believe how tight and hot his teenage ass was as it bounced along his dick like a pogo stick. Marcus leaned in against him (chest to chest), wrapping his arms about his neck as he began panting in his ear. Milt couldn't resist cupping the boy's backside, feeling the firm cheeks as they bobbed along his stiff shaft. Soon he was pulling the boy's ass up higher, extracting more of his dick from the gripping hole before allowing the ass to drop back down on his pole of its own weight, impaling itself. Marcus would gasp like a girl in his ear with every descent as the hard dick and searching tip bore through his rectum and lodged itself somewhere in his colon. Milt could feel Marcus' hard dick pressed against his belly, smearing gobs of pre-cum against him as they fucked. Milt had opened his shirt and lifted his wife-beater to tuck behind his neck so he wouldn't have to go home with the scent of another's man's pre-nut on his clothes. His wife did all of the washing, and would be able to tell instantly if she smelt another person's scent in his laundry.
Marcus marveled at a dream come true. He had always wanted to feel a grown man in his boi-pussy (Milton's in particular), knowing a grown man would take him to newer heights of ecstasy that most college boys could never go. Sure getting pounded by his straight roommate was exciting (especially in the beginning), but Gee came too quickly for Marcus to really enjoy, saying that he got off on fucking him raw since he couldn't do that with girls.
Marcus had hoped fucking with an older man meant staying power, that he would get the opportunity to actually FEEL the dick pummeling him before filling his ass with its rich reward. And sure enough, Milton's dick was already surpassing his expectations as Marcus began riding the older man's dick even harder, driving his ass further down on his pole as if trying to stake himself.
Milton could feel the boy increasing his speed as he fucked himself harder. Milt gripped his ass tighter, helping him bob his ass faster as be began humping up into the boy to reach his dick even deeper into his virgin depths. Marcus could feel the dick touching areas that no other dick had touched before. He could feel a tingling sensation deep inside his gut every time Milt's dick head rammed all the way in. It gave Marcus extreme pleasure, causing him to fuck harder to make sure that spot was touched continuously. It was as if there was a pleasure button somewhere deep inside his rectum, and only Milt's dick could reach it.
Milt felt the boy driving the full weight of his ass down into his lap to impale himself on the entire length of his rod. He didn't mind if the boy wanted to go crazy on his dick, but he didn't want the boy injuring himself. Milt knew the damages a dick could do to a tight hole, and didn't want to risk having to set with the teen in the ER all night while doctors re-stitched his asshole.
Marcus impaled himself again and again, riding Milt's dick like a runaway pony at a county fair. He felt like a kid again, taking his first real ride on a horsey. He couldn't believe how exquisite his bottom felt every time he slammed his ass down onto Milt's groin. The tingling sensations in his rectum became almost unbearable as Marcus leaned back (his arms stretched out around Milt's neck as he leaned back between the space of the front seats) and came, erupting a volley of cum straight up from his pulsating dick.
Milt felt the boy's tight hole grip him even tighter as he came, drenching his hairy chest and stomach in warm cum-juice as he continued to ride.
"OH MY GOD...! OH MY GOD...! I CAN'T BELIEVE I CAME WITHOUT TOUCHING MYSELF...!" yelled the boy as his orgasm began to slowly die down.
"Yeah..., all OVER ME!" laughed Milt, feeling kind of `slimed' as the warm cum began to run down his body.
"Oh, sorry...!" said Marcus, pulling off of Milt's erection before the married man could protest. Milt couldn't believe his eyes when he suddenly saw Marcus lean over him and start licking up his own cum, cleaning Milt's chest and stomach of his spilled liquid. "Did I get it all...?" he asked, licking his lips afterwards...
"ALL except mine...!" said Milt, changing positions as he pulled the teen into an awkward doggy position. Marcus hadn't expected to keep fucking after his own orgasm, but knew arguing with a horny man was pointless.
Milt forced Marcus up against the back seat (his head practically shoved against the back window) as he aligned his dick back up to the worn boi-hole and pushed in.
"ARRHHH...!!" groaned Marcus, his asshole having had a few minutes to recuperate by practically resealing itself after the first fuck.
Milt jammed his dick back up inside the boy's sucking roost, then resumed fucking where they'd left off. With Marcus' legs spread and his head shoved against the back window, Milt had complete access to finish what they started. He rammed his dick back and forth, in and out of the tight boi-cunt as the anal muscles sucked and squeezed his thrusting ramrod. Marcus moaned and groaned like a beating victim as he took each of Milt's thrusts, his sore asshole swallowing up the thick male appendage full throttle with every plunge.
Marcus could feel Milt's hands gripping into waist, holding him tightly into place as he got closer to losing his load. Marc could feel the older more mature man's strength as he held him in position, refusing to let him go until his task was completed. He hammered into Marc's backside with deep penetrating strokes, giving the teen boy the fucking he craved. With one last valiant shove, Milt plunged his dick all the way up into Marc's colon and came with the mighty roar of a jungle lion.
"AARRRRRRRRHHHHHH...!!!" he yelled as the cum shot out of him in force, bulleting up into Marcus' gut like rapid fire from a machine gun pistol.
Marcus felt the big dick expand inside him, then felt the series of mighty jerks and throbs as the dick filled his gut with cum. Milt gripped him tightly about the waist, cradling his arms about his lower stomach as he pressed himself up inside, letting his dick finish draining.
Marcus' dick hardened again during the second fucking, but it would have to wait until he got back to his dorm before it found relief...
________________________________________ Written by NPhillydogg (aka) Eugene Marvin. Hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com for questions, comments, and suggestions, or, join me on Facebook for a list of updates.