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Stowawy, Part 4
by EY Bear
I wasn't empty for long as First abandoned my balls and moved in behind me. I remembered that he liked sloppy seconds and he entered me. He wasn't as big as Skip, but just as long and so as I was well lubricated by Skip, I was able to take him quite easily, and he rode me as he had before. Long strokes, so I was able to tighten my muscles so he had a tight fuck. I must admit that I was more interested in what Skip was doing as he took my cock in his mouth and just held the bell end, and ran his tongue over it time and again, teasing my cock lips and trying to get his tongue inside my piss slit, then taking the whole of my cock in his mouth. He ran up and down the shaft, letting his teeth lightly graze the whole length of me, then renewing his assault on my helmet, even letting me out of his mouth, and then rubbing his new moustache against the tenderised cock lips until I was yelping with the sensation--a delicious pain and excitement. Despite the heavy ball stretcher, I could feel myself cumming and cried out, and the Skip sucked greedily at my cock, my anal muscles tightened up and spasmed and in turn I milked the cum out of First, and he shot steamy strings of cum into me to join those which Skip had already unloaded into me.
First withdrew and Skip continued to suck on my cock as Chief moved to my arse and fiercely rammed his cock into me. He was thick, but not as long as Skip and again his technique was different. He lacked finesse and just violently fucked me until he shot his load. I gained the idea that Chief liked to give pain.
Skip kissed me deeply on my lips and I could taste my own cum on his tongue. I was exhausted by the power of my orgasm, but had to wait for a rest as Cooky wanted his turn, and he too entered me. I wondered whether in fact he was that keen on fucking as it seemed half hearted, but he soon unloaded his cum into me and then got his mouth up to my arse and expertly licked and sucked the four loads of cum out of me, while his unshaven lips soon had me squirming and begging for more. I had had no idea that my arse was so sensitive, and could be so hungry for cock.
Skip announced a break, "Otherwise we'll fuck Puss to death!"
"What a way to go!” said Chief, and we sat down. Cooky thoughtfully provided a towel for me to sit on, and they gave me another small glass of rum.
“Poor Puss can scarcely stand, we've fucked him so hard,” said Skip, and Cooky cleared the table then put a rug on it, and a cushion under my hips, and I lay there on my back, just resting. Skip came and kissed me and my hand wandered to his cock, which was hot and hard and ready to go again. This time I could almost watch as Skip got between my legs, lifted the ball stretcher out of the way, and then rammed home.
First and Chief held my shoulders steady to stop me being pushed down the table, and Skip started a really rough fuck, pulling on my nipples and gripping me hard as he powered his way deep into me and then withdrawing thrust hard and mercilessly again and again deep within me. I was able to hold him and feel the coarse rich hair on his chest and when I started playing with his nipples, which looked red and juicy, it seemed to give him even more energy and he fucked me like a man possessed until with a loud groan he fell against me. Again I felt the cum erupt deep in my ravaged love tube.
He lay there for a few moments and then came out of me, and I guess it was the first time I had seen his cock soft. It was still big and coated in cum, thick and rich and creamy. Even his cock looked sore! Chief started again on my arse, and at first I felt just his fingers, and then he added extra finger and before I knew it, he had slid his whole fist inside me. The pain was intense and Skip started pulling on my tits hard so that I had different sensations all over me, but soon I stretched even further and Cooky took my cock in his mouth and Chief rubbed his knuckles against my prostate and I came again and again, and Cooky took it all.
Chief pulled his fist out roughly, covered in Skip's cum, and gave it to me to lick clean while First gave me a half-hearted fuck, and then Cooky licked my arse clean. I was exhausted, and just lay on the table.
Skip looked at his watch, and announced that it was bedtime, “We've been fucking poor Puss for four hours now. No wonder he's knackered.” I thanked them again for their presents and the party, and Skip helped me to his cabin. Once there he surveyed me! My mouth was sore and red from the kissing with bristly lips; my nipples were red and weeping and so was my cock head where the cock lips had been licked and rasped with everyone's tongues and as for my arse...it had started the day as a sweet virginal cherry, and since then I had been fucked so many times and fisted that I knew that my sweet little puckered hole was gone for ever.
Skip put cream on me, and then creaming up his cock, placed me over the end of the bed and gently pushed his way in. “Tighten those muscles,” he instructed me, and I did my best, and he gently and slowly fucked me, playing with my cock until we both came and then fell asleep, wrapped in his arms, sated with a night of lust.
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