This is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
Ricky Cumson, high school athlete with the body development to prove it. Champion wrestler, although it was difficult to keep from sporting a hardon while grappling with another teen in those revealing singlets. Few on the baseball team could smack a ball out of the park or make the outfield catches Ricky did. Aptly named tight end on the football field, where he was one of the most versatile players. Although coming up short on the academic list he was good-looking and well-liked by most. He was especially admired in the gymnasium’s locker room and teacher’s lounge. You see, Ricky was born with a fully functional female cunt. And, with word of mouth being what it was, most everyone knew it. And wanted a piece of it.
Ricky operated under the presumption, influenced by Gynecologist Doctor Cavanaugh, that his pussy needed to be worked out as much as any other part of his body. The unorthodox doctor had given him a daily quota to fill and Ricky had no difficulty finding willing donors. At first he did it merely to exercise his pussy but, after some time, came to realize that he had come to enjoy it. Sex with another male was not all that much different from a type of sport, atter all. And he found that it aided his performance on the ball field. He was somehow more relaxed and focused after a manly romp in the sheets---or elsewhere.
His sessions with Cavanaugh had become a bi-weekly thing. They were more psychological than therapeutic. Ricky told of his exploits while Cavanaugh “examined” the talkative teen. There were no blood pressure monitors, thermometers or the usual instruments. Doctor Cavanaugh conducted his examination with his adult prick. He had lost track of how many times he had fucked the boy; it was certainly in the hundreds by now. The boy was so naive, he actually believed taking a load of cum would enhance his growth and performance. Cavanaugh sometimes believed they’d created an uncontrollable monster: Ricky fucked just about anything. Cavanaugh found himself eagerly anticipating their next session to learn what the boy had gotten himself into this time. His stories never failed to titillate.
It had been only four days since their last session. The receptionist and a disappointed Nurse Dylan had been dismissed for the day. Ricky was always Cavanaugh’s final patient allowing him to spend as much time with the teen as desired. Pushing forty, Cavanaugh was as in shape as any man of his age could be, keeping fit by running every morning and occasionally playing pickleball at the Club. He sported short, but wavy, brown hair, had bushy out-of-control eyebrows, full mustache and goatee. Not exactly handsome, there was something about him that endeared his patients to him.
Recently urged to take on an assistant, he had hired Doctor Wheeler’s cast off, twenty-eight year old Zak. The younger man had proven to be quite useful and was a hit with most of the female patients. He was quite good looking with dark features, indicating some ethnic ancestry, and extremely amiable. Having worked with the late Wheeler, Zak was quite familiar with young Ricky’s case and often supplied the teen with what he desired most.
Ricky arrived on time, as usual. He knew to bypass the receptionist’s station and occupy examination room three. Immediately stripping himself bare in preparation for this session he sat up on the edge of the exam table and patiently awaited the arrival of the doctor. Cavanaugh whirled into the room with Zak following close behind.
“Oh, my!” Cavanaugh gasped, dramatically bringing his hands to his cheeks. “Look at how much you’ve grown, Champ!”
Ricky doubtfully looked from one arm to the other. “You think so, Doc?”
“Absolutely!” Cavanaugh raved. “So much more definition than when we first met. I can see you’ve been following my good medicine.”
“Well, yeah, of course, Doc,” Ricky replied, shrugging his rounded shoulders. “I always do everything you say.”
“That’s a good boy!” Looking over his shoulder to the other man, he asked, “Although you haven’t known young Mr. Cumson as long as myself, don’t you think his body has matured?”
Zak crossed his arms over his chest and rocked on the heels of his sneakers. “I’ve always thought Ricky to be a good looking young man.” Ricky hoped he wasn’t blushing. He’d developed sort of a thing for Zak. He didn’t understand it. It was all new to him. But, nevertheless, it existed.
Clapping his hands together and rolling up a chair, the doctor said, “Now, let’s take a look at that pussy.” Ricky knew the routine. He leaned back on his elbows and raised his legs, lewdly spreading himself open for their inspection. He didn’t miss seeing Zak’s tongue slip out of his mouth and hungrily curl up to wet his top lip.
“Oh, yes, it looks quite nice. Quite nice, indeed. Don’t you think so, Zak? It’s quite nice.”
“That it is,” Zak replied, his eyes never wavering from Ricky’s and smiling amusedly.
“When did you last get fucked?” Cavanaugh bluntly asked as he rubbed a hand over the teen’s split.
“Um, it was lunch time. Me and Chad Connors went out to his car in the student parking lot. You’ve heard about Chad. He got voted Best Looking Senior this year.”
“What?” Cavanaugh reacted dramatically. “There can’t be any boy in your Senior class more handsome than you.”
“Aw, gee, Doc C,” Ricky said bashfully. “You’re always propping me up.”
“Well, I’ll just bet Chad Connors doesn’t have a pussy between his legs,” Cavanaugh noted. “That puts you one up on him.”
“No, but he sure does like to eat it,” Ricky revealed. “Marcie, his girl, she won’t let him fuck her, but every once in a while she lets him munch on her puss. He kinda knows with me I’m not gonna complain. Cripes, he chowed down in my lunch box in the back seat of his car for almost the entire period. It wasn’t until just before the bell rang that he put it in me. He was so sexed up from eating me that he came real quick, which was good because we had to get to our next class. Chad’s a big shooter. He cums and cums and cums. Guess he’s got it all backed up being as how Marcie’s a tease.”
“Are you telling me you had no sex the rest of the day? That’s not like you at all, Champ.”
Ricky shrugged, then shivered as Cavanaugh found his clitoris and began manhandling it. Zak leaned against the wall, watching, with his crotch thrust outward, revealing the outline of his erection under his scrubs.
“Well, I got to school early this morning and blew my homeroom teacher, Mr. Blessing. He shot a pretty hefty load down my throat.”
“Mr. Blessing gave you a blessing,” Cavanaugh joked. No one found it particularly amusing. “And that’s it?” He clucked his tongue. “You’re not following doctor’s orders, young man.” His fingers were now gliding between Ricky’s moist, parted labia.
Ricky sighed. “I guess it’s ‘cos I had a late night last night and I wasn’t really up to the usual.”
Cavanaugh’s interest was aroused. “Last night? What happened last night? Tell us all about it.” His hand was shaped into a cone, four fingers sliding in and out of Ricky’s twat while the thumb teased the boy’s clit.
“Well, ya see, it’s like this,” Ricky began. “Me and Damien met up at the neighborhood basketball court and were shooting hoops. You remember Damien? He’s the black shooting guard on our b-ball team. Ugly as fuck and usually an attitude to match, but he’s pretty cool with me. Much more built than me. He’s got half melons for biceps. That’s what I’m workin’ towards.”
“Ah, yes, Damien,” Cavanaugh reflected. “He’s the one with a foot long cock!”
“Right,” Ricky acknowledged. “Shoot, I think it’s a black thing. But what do I know. Anyhow, we’d been playin’ awhile before Damien started playin’ with me. You know, comin’ right up behind me while I’m dribbling the ball and thrusting his groin up against my back side. I played along, did a little grabbies and unintentionally latched on to his dick. It was half hard out there on the court. Asked me if I wanted it and I was, like, sure.
“So we went back to his house. He said nobody was home. D’s mother works as a three-to-eleven nurse’s aide at the hospital. Mr. Johnston, he works for some plumbing outfit and, since his wife ain’t home anyways, he usually spends more than a few hours over at the bar on the other side of the tracks, frequently mostly by his kind. White folks like my dad don’t usually go in there, which is kind of racist if you ask me.
“The Johnston’s got an older model ranch house not too far from where I live. Damien pulled into the driveway; I parked curbside. We were barely inside before he tossed me against the wall and started mugging it up with me. D wouldn’t dare do that in the locker room in front of the other guys but in private he’s into this kind of thing. I actually don’t mind. D is a real savage kisser. I mean, his tongue practically goes down my throat. He locks those fat lips of his against mine and almost eats my face. Turns me the fuck on every time, no matter how unattractive he might be. I don’t do guys for their looks, anyhow.
“D is a little taller than me. He was pressing his body against mine and grinding our crotches together. I could feel that huge monster of his was rock hard. So was mine, although D’s got me by a good five inches. He, like, wrapped his arms around me and I just couldn’t help myself, I had to handle his bulging biceps. Mine aren’t bad, but D’s are bigger. Between feeling him up and swapping spit my dick was just as hard as his.
“Like I said, we could never, never do this stuff at school in front of the other guys. And Damien, he ain’t the only one. Chad loves eatin’ my pussy, just like you do, Doc. You too, Zak. But Chad ain’t about to let the others know what he does when we’re alone together. Some of my buddies get into poking my asshole. But Dwyer’s not gonna let Redford know that. And Redford’s probably not about to advertise that he’s got a fetish for smacking and feeling up ass.”
Cavanaugh had his face in Ricky’s spread pussy and was voraciously eating him out. The unassuming teen’s tawdry tales always got him highly aroused. Ricky’s gaze shifted to Zak, who had pulled out his nice piece of meat and was slowly stroking it. With a nod of his head Ricky invited him over but Zak merely close-lipped smiled and shook his head in the negative. He wanted to hear more of Ricky’s exploits on that fateful night. While Ricky could do a lot of marvelous things, he couldn’t talk and suck Zak’s cock at the same time. Ricky gave him a pouting look before continuing onward.
“D and I were really mashing mouths. Those big, lush lips of his had mine soaking wet. And he was practically sucking my tongue down his throat. After what seemed like seconds but was actually minutes he broke our lip lock. Curling his tongue over his fat top one he looked at me through those heavy-lidded brown ones of his and said ‘le’s take dis down to the rec room.’ I was all for Damien’s kind of recreation.
“He took me to a door midway along the hall. A flight of bare wooden steps led down to the basement area. In the slice and dice movies the dizzy blond always has to go and inspect the darkest basement. That usually doesn’t wind up too good for her. But I wasn’t ascared of Damien. There’s only one thing he wanted to plunge into me. D flipped a switch and the area lit up. I went down with D right behind, breathing down my neck. The basement was sorta cluttered with storage boxes, a laundry area and, further along, the recreation area. It was really just a sofa, three chairs---one of them a bean bag---coffee table, dart board and widescreen tv. This section of the basement had its cement floor covered with an area rug.
“D came up behind me, chin resting on my shoulder and ran his mitt-sized hands up under the back of my pull-over shirt. It’s not that they are big and powerful like a grown working man’s hands are, but they are large. Prob’ly why he’s so good with the basketball. ‘Ummm, you feels good, Ricky-boy. My dick be hard all day jest thinkin’ ‘bout your pussy,’ he said into my ear just before lifting the shirt up and over my head. He whirled me around and started kissin’ me again, only this time even more heatedly. My mouth moved against his pillowy lips, thrusting my tongue inside just as he was doing to me while now being the one to run my hands under his loose t-shirt. For all the muscle on his arms, Damien is totally lean and doesn’t have the chest development that I have. But he’s tight and defined. I whipped that shirt up over his head and carelessly flung it aside, as he had done mine.
“After a short while D was the one to break the kiss. I was slightly disappointed. I’ve grown to enjoy mugging it up with another guy. I think all guys should. It’s kinda hot and makes your balls tingle. Why is it that women can kiss each other when they meet but guys have to shake hands? Okay, so the ladies give a quick peck on the cheek. But I’ve seen some that do the same on the mouth. Far as I’m concerned if everybody kissed instead of shaking hands it would be a far friendlier world.
“Damien then ordered me to strip. He can be very authoritative at times. His brows were knotted in a frown as he said it. Like I said, Damien ain’t much to look at in the face. His features are kinda hard, I guess is the best way to explain. And he’s got all those bumps on his face where you would shave. He’s black as coal, which ain’t a bad thing. But if I didn’t know him and was to run into him in a dark alley I’d be in defense mode. Sometimes I see him in the school hallways walkin’ with Lawanda Dorsey. She’s a chubby black girl who dresses like she’s a size six. I guess in a weird sort of way they make a couple.
“I dropped everything, including my kicks and socks. Damien lasciviously licked his soup coolers as he looked me up and down, then told me to get down on the bean bag. I fell right into it and pulled back my legs, showing off my pussy. D’s eyes kinda flared and he chewed on his huge, pouting lower lip as he massaged his groin. ‘Dayum, I can’t wait to get into that sweet pussy o’ yours,’ he said. I was about to ask him what in hell he was waiting for. I wanted that super-sized dick in me, myself. But Damien said he had to go check the front door, make sure it was locked. That I should get my pussy warmed up for him while I waited. Before I could say anything he was dashing up those stairs.
“I laid back, my head cradled in the yielding cushion of the foam beads, and stared up at the ceiling. My hands traveled down my tight torso. One wrapped around my rigid cock; the other down to my pussy. Slipping a finger into the lips I located my clitoris and massaged it while stroking my dick and thinking about Damien’s charcoal-hued foot long. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned like a street whore while diddling with myself.
“Suddenly there was the sound of a clearing throat. I’d been so wrapped up in myself that I hadn’t heard Damien’s return. But when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t Damien I saw. It was Mr. Johnston, D’s dad! I was so shocked I must have looked like a deer in headlights to him. ‘M-Mr. Johnston!’ I finally managed to stammer. I was well aware that I was laying there splayed out like a turkey on the Thanksgiving table with my fingers in my snatch. Mr. J’s dark-lashed eyes flared and he said, in his deep voice, “You truly do have a pussy, boy. Wasn’t sure I could believe that until now I sees it.”
“I-I was born this way,” I managed. Should have added “baby” in front of that and I could have been the male Gaga.
“You been blessed, boy. Ab-so-lutely fuckin’ blessed.”
“I wasn’t so sure I was comfortable with the way Mr. J was looking at me. But I dared to look right back at him. Damien def gets his height from his dad’s side, as Mr. J looked to be over six feet, his head nearly touching the low ceiling. He was no Idris Elba but he wasn’t butt-ugly neither. Just an average black dude with all the same ethnic features. Not as dark as his son, but not light skinned by any means. I’d never met Mrs. J but I guessed D got his unfortunate looks from his mother’s side. Mr. J had at least a day’s worth of stubble on his face and his hair was really close cropped.
“In his work clothes---I tole you he’s a Plumber, didn’t I?---he looked to have a fit, man’s body. Not all muscled up, like I wanna be, but firm and strong. All’s I could really see in his t-shirt and loose jeans were his arms, but they were enough to tell the rest of his story. My clitoris had suddenly grown extra sensitive.’
“You must like what you see, cos you sure be checkin’ it out enough,” he taunted me. ‘Tha’s alright, cos I be liken what I see, too. I think I’m gonna hafta take a closer look at that pussy.”
“I didn’t say nuthin’ in reply. But me, object? Fat chance of that happening. Mr. J came forward in his stained work boots and dropped to his knees between the spread of my legs. He leaned in with his face and his already enlarged nostrils grew even wider as he sniffed my pussy. ‘Smell like pussy,’ he remarked. Then he reached out with one dark hand, laid it on my mound and slipped a few fingers between the wet labia. ‘Feel like pussy, too.’ He brought his face to my twat, his fat tongue rolled out and he dipped his tongue into the folds. After a short while he came out with a happy grin on his face. ‘An’ it taste like pussy.’ He used both hands to spread me wide open and began lapping at my cunt.”
Dr. Cavanaugh was doing the same. He had his nose, mouth and tongue in Ricky’s pert pussy, his ungroomed mustache tickling the boy’s clitoris. He both ate and nibbled slovenly, certain he could taste the aftermath of Chad’s teen dick even though that liaison had taken place hours before. Ricky’s cunt was always a joy to eat, heightened by the boy’s always graphic tales.
Suddenly aware of the presence of his assistant Cavanaugh, far from a greedy cunt lapper, invited Zak to the party. Zak moved into place and went to work on Ricky’s wet pussy. Cavanaugh remained just a breath away, interestedly watching and offering words of encouragement. Zak’s probing tongue flicked around in Ricky’s spread cunt. He enveloped the elongated clitoris with his mouth and sucked on it as if it were a tiny cock, causing Ricky to pause his story and thrash about on the table. Cavanaugh worked his way back in and soon the both of them were burrowing into Ricky’s twat.
“Oh, wow, this is a great exam!” Ricky exclaimed. “You’re the best doctor, Doc C! And now, with Zak workin’ here, I might have to tell my mom and dad you need to see me three times a week!” Cavanaugh responded with something unintelligible into Ricky’s twat. Ricky took it as a “yes.” Between the two of them his cunt was being whipped into a frenzy, He almost couldn’t go on with his epic tale. Almost.
“Damien’s mom must be a real lucky woman, I figured, from the way her husband was tonguing my pussy. He grunted like a stuck pig as he treated me to some lightning fast flicks of his fat tongue. My pussy was contorting like crazy from his treatment. I know I musta looked like some sex-struck teen jock forming my body into that bean bag chair and squirmin’ around. Not that he was going anywhere soon, but I planted my hands on the back of his head, my arm muscles flexing as I held him close. Mr. J has his wiry black hair cropped close to the scalp and the feel of it made me even hotter than I already was. I haven’t really been done by a black man before, unless you count the dicks that come through the bookshop glory holes. And I don’t count Damien, because he’s a teen, like me. Mr. J is a big, strong black man and right then and there I couldn’t get enough of his tongue. I was sure hopin’ he wasn’t an eat and run kind of guy, ‘cos I wanted to at least get a look at his, well, johnson to see if it was anywhere near the astronomical size of his son’s.
“Speakin’ of Damien, I wondered where he had gotten off to. As if on cue I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. A father/son tag team would be pretty cool right about then. But the figure I caught from the corner of my eye coming around us and moving behind me didn’t look nuthin’ like Damien! Big black hands punched a new formation into where my head rested in the bb chair and fit my head into it so my chin was up in the air. While I was lookin’ at this new arrival from an awkward upside down position I saw that my hunch was correct. The chocolate face I was lookin’ up into was definitely not Damien Johnston’s.
“’How be the white boy’s pussy?’ he asked in a deep baritone voice similar to Mr. J’s. Mr. J came off my cunt, smacked his soup coolers and replied, ‘Best white pussy I ever dun had, bro.’ Were they real blood brothers or was that just the expression we all use for our ‘boys?’ Mr. J answered my unspoken question before resuming his awesome pussy munching. ‘JaySan, this here be my son’s girl, Ricky. Ricky, this be my brother-in-law, JaySan.’ I wasn’t too sure I liked being referred to as anybody’s girl, but I had little chance to protest for JaySan was already unzipping his fly.
“’You gonna hafta share some of that pussy,” he declared as he parted the front of his trousers, dropped them to the floor and then, hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his boxers, did the same. I was looking upward at some prime black beef. No, it wasn’t the astronomical proportions of Damiens, but was hardly pee-wee. I quick guessed it measured in at about nine hefty ones, the cord on the underside as thick as my thumb. JaySan hunkered down to take me by the sides of the face. He wasn’t bad looking, his hair a little fuller than his brother-in-law’s and the same day’s growth of beard. ‘You gonna suck my dick, little white girl.’ It came out not as a question but a statement. Again, I had some objection to the gender misunderstanding but, fuck it, I wanted his black dick.
“He directed his cock to my mouth. From the angle he had my head, dangling back on the chair, it fit right in. I set right to work on it. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on the large, tasty head which, in itself, was enough to have my lips stretched wide. My talented tongue glided back and forth over the heavy underside of his meat, making it slick with saliva for the main event. JaySan took control, pushing his dick to the back of my mouth and proceeded to fuck my face. My hands were on the back of JaySan’s flexing haunches. Yup, he was a strong one, like his brother in law, who was happily eating my cunt. ‘You surely was right ‘bout this one. He do have a pussy,” Jay told Mr. J. “T’other’s at the bar didn’t believe you. Fuck, I didn’t neither. ‘s why I had to find out for myself.’ Mr. J was too involved in ripping clit to answer. At least now I knew why I smelt beer on both their breaths. They and a host of who knew how many others were discussing my abnormality. Jeez, I might as well put up a notice on my FB page!
“Jay was running that chocolate beaut through my wet mouth at a steady pace. While I ain’t been doin’ it long, I gotta admit I’ve become pretty good at sucking dick. I guess it’s all the practice I get at the bookstore booths. I do it strictly for the reward at the end, that precious cum that builds muscles. Just like you tole me, Doc C. I might be wrong---it might just be wishful thinkin’---but I believe I am seeing some change. You must have to take an awful lot of loads for it to work. And I’ve been tryin’ to keep up. It’s just with school and all I don’t get much chance. Once I graduate I’ll have the whole summer to spend down there. Didja know they open at seven in the morning? That troll proprietor tole me they do a good business with the eleven-to-seven overnight shift workers stoppin’ in for some relief. If I can suck from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m., when they close, I figger I can swallow enough cum to really beef myself up.
“I was really givin’ Jay the royal treatment as he humped my face. But I had a surprise for him I was sure he would like. Timing it just right I opened my throat wide, used all my strength to bring him closer to me, and gulp, gulp, gulped down every bit of his meat. Yeah, Jay was stunned! ‘Ho-ly muthafucka!’ he exclaimed. I sorta smiled around the thick base of his dick and his bristly bush. ‘Muthafucka swallowed the whole dick!’ he marveled. Mr. J just grunted something and kept on lapping. Damn, it felt good! I let Jay’s beefsteak throb there for a while in my throat before I released my hold on him. He pulled back, slowly. And then sunk it back in. All the way. ‘Damn this is incredible! Ain’t never had no ‘ho take the whole thing before.’ Jay proceeded to take advantage of the opportunity by ramming his cock through my stretched, accommodating throat and forcefully fucking me.
“Mr. J was getting way too frisky with my pussy. He was chewing on my labia, lapping the inside walls and sucking my clit. There’s only so much a pussy can take. I started in to panting and moaning around Jay’s nine solid inches. My fingers were clawing at his buttocks and haunches. With a cry that stretched my throat even wider, my pussy began to spurt. In my current position I couldn’t see down there but Mr. J seemed to act surprised at first. Like as if he didn’t expect that to happen. But he got into it real quick, licking me like a madman as I squirted volumes.
“Well, me, I nearabouts chewed off Jay’s meat whilst I was squirtin’. But he just kept on popping those thick nine inches through my throat. I could feel my neck ballooning out from the sheer width of it. But, regardless, I kept on polishing it with my tongue as best I could while it soared through my mouth. His large, loaded balls were threatening to blacken my eyes as they slapped against me with each powerful thrust from his loins. This dude was a real beast!
“It was at this point that Damien returned. I heard, rather than saw, him. ‘Damn, Pop, you still eatin’ that pussy? It’s goin’ on, like, half a hour. Dayum, look at you face. Pussy juice be drippin’ off it! Off you forehead, you eyebrows, you nose, you ‘stache. He done squirted you, di’nt he?’ Mr. J wasn’t to be distracted. He grumbled some response and kept on eating, working me up to another squirt session.
“But JaySan had other thoughts in mind. Saying ‘nuh-uh, I want me some of that pussy’ he pulled his dick from my throat and backed off. I raised my head and cradled the back of it on one arm while stroking my hard dick. Damien had stripped down and was toying with his foot long hardon. Jay came around behind Mr. J, slapped him on a shoulder and said, ‘Lemme at that pussy. His throat be all primed up for you.’ Mr. J sort of reluctantly gave up his spot and Jay slipped into the saddle. But, rather than going down on me, he climbed atop and easily slid his big black cock into my pussy. ‘Aw, fuck!” he gushed, throwing back his head. ‘Dis pussy feel awesome!’ I get that a lot.
“As JaySan started to fuck, and not too gently, either, Mr. Johnston was disrobing. He used his shirt to wipe off his face which, indeed, was soaked with my voluminous pussy squirts. When he stripped off those boxers my eyes bulged. Mr. Johnston was every bit as hung as his teenaged son. It was ultra hard and throbbing threateningly. As I might have mentioned before, Mr. J had a fairly good build for a guy prob’ly pushing forty. Like my Dad. Not big-ass muscles like I want, but hard, firm and packed. Only difference is Mr. J is black and my Dad is, well, a white guy.
“Swallowing Damiens dick (not in front of our buddies, of course) has always been a challenge. But, somehow, I’ve managed. Sometimes, if the mood is right, I guess, I can take the whole thing! As Mr. Johnston came up behind me, and I moved my head back into position, I thought maybe, just maybe, he was a bit bigger than his son! I gotta admit I was a little nervous. But I’m an athlete and we tough guys man up when the going gets tough.
“I spread my lips wide, offering Mr. Johnston a wet, open hole. He rested his dick in my mouth and I went to work at it. With everything I had I licked and sucked on it, twisting my head this way and that to take more and more until my mouth was full. I swished volumes of saliva all over that black beauty, tasting his precious pre-cum in the process. My lips ate down the shaft, anxious to take more. I had maybe, if I was lucky, about half of his black dick in my mouth. While I was up to the challenge of taking the whole thing, I spent some time just nurturing what I already had. Figurin’ it had just as much nutritional value as the final reward I lapped it all up. That made Mr. J all kinds of excited. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but I kinda think maybe black men’s cock tastes a little, I dunno, richer than any other guy’s. Just my personal evaluation, that’s all.
“So JaySan was slamming my pussy with long, powerful strokes while I was eating Mr. Johnston’s dick and his son, Damien, was right next to him, stroking his huge hardon. Not to brag, but they were all making comments about how good my pussy and mouth were. Finally Damien told his father to stop hogging the mouth and let him in. Like a good father, Mr. J pulled back and gave Damien room. Sorta familiar with D’s cock as I’ve eaten it before, I didn’t miss a beat taking him into my open face hole and whipping it with my tongue. Unlike Mr. J, who allowed me to do all the work, Damien fucked my mouth in something of a frenzy. He knew what I was capable of and was just waiting for the moment. When I opened my throat he dove right in. Both grown men let out exclamations of surprise as Damien’s foot long went down my throat ‘til my chin was in his bush.
“’ Ricky my boy!’ Damien exclaimed. I was glad someone here still recognized my gender. But then I realized I was running out of oxygen. With D plugging my windpipe and his hefty nuts blocking my nostrils I couldn’t fuckin’ breathe! I started in heaving about and banging my fists on that bean bag. These guys seemed to think it was because I was all kinds of turned on. Finally, Damien pulled out. Gasping for breath I knew my eyes were tearing something pitiful and saliva was pouring from the corners of my mouth. I had barely recovered before Mr. Johnston jammed his monster back into my mouth and, this time, copied his son’s action. That massive black cock went so deep down my throat I could swear I felt that fat head beating in my sternum.
“’Fuck, Jay, ‘dis shit be awesome,’ he spoke as he left his cock to beat in my throat. Just when I was about to suffocate again he pulled back----not all the way---and started fucking my throat. That I could handle. At least on the out stroke I could catch a quick breath. I just held my mouth and esophagus open for him. The quicker he got off, the quicker I would get that all-important cum.”
Cavanaugh paused in his pussy licking to comment. “Ricky didn’t like the taste at first, but now he’s a regular cum swallowing slut.”
Zak came out of the boy’s twat for a moment to respond, “I’ve fed him a few loads. Just to help with that muscle building. Isn’t that right, Ricky?”
“Fuck, yeah. You shoot a mean load, Zak.” Then quickly, so as not to appear preferential, “So do you, Dr. Cavanaugh.” The two men knowingly grinned at each other and resumed their pleasurable duties.
“Damien and his father started in a sorta game of tag. Mr. Johnston would fuck my throat for a while, then Damien would step in and then I was back to Mr. J. My throat was like a wide open highway, taking it all. After a while it was no longer even a hurdle. Their big black cocks were freely flying down my throat. Mr. J musta thought I needed a break, because he stopped fucking and just laid his cockhead in my mouth for me to suckle on a while. Damien got the idea to stick his in there at the same time. Cripes, one was enough to fill my face hole to capacity, let alone having another try to wedge its way inside. But Damien did it! My lips were stretched so wide I thought they might split at the corners. Father and son had their monster cocks side by side in my mouth while I fast-flicked my wet tongue all over them. I was hopin’ they would both cum at once, filling my mouth with a double load of sperm steroids.
“Unfortunately---or fortunately, depending on how you look at it---that didn’t happen. We had another interruption. Seemed like Mr. Johnston had just enough to drink to be bragging to his buddies at the bar about his son’s buddy, who had an actual working pussy. Again, with two dicks in my mouth and two sets of balls covering my eyes I couldn’t see squat. From the sounds of the newcomers’ voices they were pretty much wasted. There was whistling and, what do you call it, cat calling? I could feel their presence nearby. Couldn’t believe I actually had a dick and a pussy so they had to come over and find out for themselves. There was conversation between the entire group, all about me. Have to admit I felt real proud that Mr. J and JaySon were praising my assets.
“It was then that JaySon started making all those weird sounds guys make when their trigger has been pulled. Heck, I do the same thing when I get off. I guess the others could tell ‘cos they started encouraging Jay to get his nut. I sorta, kinda wanted his load in my mouth so I could devour the protein but I could already feel JaySon’s cock throbbing inside me and releasing its precious cum. Maybe it works in the pussy, too. You know what I mean---the enhancement benefit. Does it, Doc?”
Cavanaugh came off Ricky’s clit to reply, “It’s great for your pussy. But if you want to be big and strong it’s best that you ingest as much as possible.”
“Ingest? You mean, like, eat? Oh, okay. It’s just that they get so worked up when they fuck me that I can’t get ‘em out in time to pop that sucker into my mouth and catch their load. Well, anyways, Jay pulled out and a few seconds later I felt fingers on my pussy. You know, sorta checkin’ it out. Must be the new arrivals, makin’ sure it was for real. They were comparin’ notes, which were all favorable. One of ‘em took hold of my dick and gave it a few strokes. I appreciated that. I heard the telltale sounds of zippers being lowered and knew I was in for a few more partners. The more, the merrier, I always say. I guessed one of them was trying to get at my pussy ‘cos all of a sudden Mr. Johnston scolds, “No you don’t, you joker. I’s my turn at that pussy.” He pulled his dick from my mouth, leaving Damien extra room in which to fuck my face. I still couldn’t see squat.
“Mr. Johnston, he jumped right into my saddle. His dick went so far up my pussy I thought it might come out my throat. I know that’s impossible, but----is it possible, Doc? No? Well, I really didn’t think so. Just wanted to check. So, Mr. Johnston took to long-dicking me while his son was driving his own foot long down my throat. The other guys really liked that other special attribute of mine. Heck, if my grades and athleticism can’t get me into college I could always run off with the traveling carnival and be a muscled up sword swallower. What do you think, guys?” There were garbled responses from the two medical pros battling for dominance over Ricky’s special clit.
“A meaty dick slapped into my palm on one side and then the same thing happened on the other. I wrapped my fingers around those warm, hard cocks and gave them the same kind of treatment I do my own unit. As I’ve said, I couldn’t see ‘em but what I felt was pretty substantial. From their lingo I could tell they were also blacks. Or else those white imitator wannabees.
“Wasn’t sure where JaySon got off to. Probably resting and working up to another load. This time I intended to get him to drop it in my mouth. Somehow. Damien was really grunting by now and I was all excited knowing I was going to get a load. I could just picture him right now based on times past. He was prob’ly chewing on that thick lower lip of his, them already-big nostrils were prob’ly flaring even wider and he was prob’ly frowning like he always did when he shot off. Lucky for me, he pulled it up from my throat and exploded in my mouth. The others were cheering him on, as if it was a rite of passage or somethin’. I was too busy scarfing down his load to really care. D comes a lot. I mean, a lot! There’s def more than one meal there. Umm, I could feel my muscles tighten as they got fed power protein.
“When Damien sorta stumbled back all weak from being drained I got a quick look at the assembled group. Yup, I was right. I was the only white boy in attendance. There were six in total: Mr J, Damien, JaySon and the three others. I never caught their names. Not that it mattered. They all had nice big juicy cocks. No one as big as the Johnstons, but pretty substantial. I think it’s a black thing, I haven’t had one yet that’s a shortie. ‘Course mine ain’t all that shrimpy. What to you guys think?”
Zak moaned and showed his feelings on the subject by leaving the pussy eating to Doctor Cavanaugh while he expertly swallowed Ricky’s cock. “Oh yeah Zak. You suck a mean cock. I’m sooooooooo glad you’re working here now. You’re gonna bring Doc Cavanaugh a whole bunch of new patients. His practice is gonna grow and grow. And he’s gonna be rich!” Cavanaugh groaned his approval of that theory as he more voraciously ate Ricky’s boy-gina.
“Mr. J, he was really railing into my pussy and lookin’ sorta fierce while he did it. I figgered he was gonna cum pretty soon, hisself. And I was right. Damn, he practically howled when he got off in my pussy. He might be older, but Mr. J sorta matched his son, Damien, with the load he shot. Wished I coulda gotten to eat it, but I guess my pussy needed a white-washing, too.
“He’d barely finished unloading his babies when I found myself being lifted from the comfortable bean bag. It’s great doing sex in a bean bag. It kinda just molds to your body in any position you happen to be in. Anyways, one of the three visitors lifted me up from under the haunches. I threw my arms around his bull-like neck and got a good look at him as he carried me away. I realized I’d seem him around; just didn’t remember where from. Was probably from Mr. J’s, and my Dad’s, generation with a totally baldy head. Silly thought crossed my mind to rub it and make a wish our baseball team would make it to the finals this last year. He made up for what wasn’t on his head by a Brillo-ey ‘stache and beard. His eyes were as chocolate as his skin, although a bit bloodshot. I could smell the beer on his breath as it washed over my face. He was pretty strong, lifting a muscle jock like myself. Didn’t have to carry me far. Sat hisself down on a cushioned chair with me on his lap. Reaching down I took hold of his black cock and directed it to my pussy. His was big, not as big as the Johnstons but still lengthy, and thick enough to please any pussy. ‘Specially mines.
“My smooth pussy lips easily parted and the dick head slipped through. I wrapped my twat around it and pulled the shaft inside. This nig was sorta amazed by my technique. It’s somethin’ I’ve been praticin’ and all my fuck buddies seem to like it. I just sorta vacuum their meat right up into my pussy. He had his black hands on my tight waist and was sayin’ stuff like, ‘Oh l’il white boy, you pussy feel real fuckin’ good’ and, oh yeah, ‘eat my big black dick wit yo hot pussy.’ I couldn’t answer him back ‘cos another of the trio had come up around the back of the chair and was standing there with his big black dick practically in my face. I did what I guess anybody in my position would have done. Wrapped my lips right around the chocolate head and started sucking.
“So there I was, stretched over one black dude riding his cock while eating the dick of another. All the dudes in the basement, including Damien, were whooping it up, praising my talent and encouraging the two I was working on. I was so busy doing these two that I’d forgotten about the third until I felt the warm, swollen head against my asshole. Damn if I wasn’t gonna get cornholed again! I wanted to tell him he could stick it up my pussy, too. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time I got doubled, but he seemed determined to claim my butt hole. With me gliding back and forth on the one dude’s dick I knew it wasn’t gonna be all that easy for him to hit the target but somehow he did. I felt his dark meat pop through my bung and work its way up through my rectum. Every orifice, at least the ones that matter, were stuffed with major black dick.”
“Aw, hell, I’ve gotta have some of this pussy,” Cavanaugh declared, tearing his mouth away from Ricky’s well-eaten snatch. Zak fell back while the horndog doctor traded places with Ricky, lying on his back across the examination table, ass at the edge and legs dangling down while Ricky crawled atop and rode his cock. Zak quickly got up on the step at the base of the table, held Ricky still for a moment, and planted his cock up his teen ass just like the black man in his revelation. Ricky threw back his head with a guttural sigh and proceeded to ride both dicks.
“Ah, man, just like with those blacks. Hard cock up my pussy and asshole. Fuck, yeah! Do me! Just fuckin’ do me!” the teen shouted. Cavanaugh thrust up into his pussy as Zak plundered his rectum. Both could feel each other’s cock through the membranes separating ass from pussy. Ricky was far too involved to continue his tale. The two dicks fucking his holes, one ripping his clit while the other banged his ass nut, were driving him crazy. His body went rigid and he spewed his load, but still the doctor and his assistant continued to ravage him.
After spending so much time eating the boy’s pussy, Cavanaugh was far too aroused to prolong his pleasure. In short order he was grinding against the table beneath him and sighing huskily as he unloaded his nuts in Ricky’s grasping pussy. Zak lasted only a short time longer before seeding the teen’s asshole with his spooge. Spent, Zak withdrew and sat heavily on a chair behind him while Ricky’s twat muscles worked to drain the final remnants of Cavanaugh’s load.
“Wasn’t exactly like that with the black dudes,” the boy picked up with his tale. “The one I was sucking off came first, giving me a belly full of that protein pack. Then the one up my butt planted hisself balls deep and started firing. That set off the one in my pussy and he was cummin’, too. Damn, I was getting so much cum I just knew it was going to benefit my weight training.
“They weren’t done with me yet, though. Damien hopped right back into the saddle once those three got off. He fucked me fast and furious in push-up position on the floor. Looking into his intense face I kinda knew he wanted to mug it up with me like we usually did, but didn’t dare in front of his father and the others. Once D got off JaySan took his seconds. Then Mr J. Then the black dudes, two of them double pen’ing my pussy this time. When all was said and done I took so many loads I couldn’t begin to tell you. Next morning when I checked myself out in the mirror I swear my biceps were a bit bigger and my body more defined. This stuff really works!
“Thanks, Dr. C., for letting me know about all this. I mean, like, I’d never have figgered it out on my own. When I’m a championship athlete I’m gonna be sure to mention you as my biggest influence. Now, do either of you guys want to go again?”
Later, after Ricky had gone, after Zak had left for the day, Dr. Cavanaugh, alone in his practice, made an all-important call….
“He just left….of course we fucked him….I took his pussy and the new assistant I have---you know, the one who worked for Wheeler---plowed his asshole…oh yes, he’s gotten quite used to it. In fact, I believe he’s actually come to enjoy it…yes, we seeded his pussy and rectum. Great idea you had in convincing him it would muscle him up. He’s so gullible….Oh yes, he really does believe his pussy needs to be worked out daily. Another stellar idea of yours….what a story he told today. Just when I think he can’t get any raunchier, he does something to surprise even an old perv like myself…I’ll tell you about it when I see you at the Club. You going this weekend? I demand a rematch on the court after my last loss…Don’t know what you’re waiting for, man. He’s ripe and ready, get him now while he’s still young. You won’t regret it….Of course he will. He’ll take any cock at this point, especially yours…I know how much you’ve been anticipating this.
“You’ve got quite a son there, Bruce Cumson….
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