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I was bending over in front him, and I could sense his sensual movement; patient and aware of my overwhelming need for him. My thighs were quivering with excitement, and I let out an unexpected moan as I felt his tongue enter my hole. I felt my body relax, as Aydin flicked his tongue in and out, grabbing my ass with both his large hands. One on each cheek. I reached back to play with my dick, but found a sloppy wet hole in its place. In the flash of a moment, I recalled that Aydin was a magician, had replaced my dick with a pussy, fucked and bred me, and left me gaping, with his load dribbling out of me, dropping sporadically on the bedsheets, and soaking in. He broke me, remade me, and made love to me. I gasped as I felt his beard tickle my ass cheeks, and his tongue roll over my hole. I put two fingers onto my pussy, but Aydin slapped my arm away, lifted me from my hips, placed his large tongue over my pussy, and licked his dripping cum. I quivered, and my eyes rolled back.

He picked me up from my waist, and turned me to face the mirror. I saw his erect built figure kneeling behind me, looking at my ass with lustful greed. I threw my face into the pillow to muffle my moans, my arms stretched out in front of me, as Aydin placed the tip of his cock against my hole, and slowly began sliding into me. A deep vibrating moan came from him, and I instinctively arched my lower back, leaving my ass exposed to his enormous virility. I took deep breaths, trying not to scream, as he held me in place, and buried his thick hard shaft deeper into my ass, my hole stretching wider and wider the deeper he went. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yes,” I managed to whimper back. I could feel him smile, knowing that there was already an unspoken language between us. He would have fucked me just the same no matter my response, and that is why I loved him more than I could explain, and more than I could make sense of. I felt complete with him. 

His cock was balls deep inside me, and my prostate pressed against his hard shaft, making me drool with pleasure onto the sheets. Suddenly, a feeling of emptiness came over me. Aydin pulled his massive cock all the way back, almost plopping out of my tight hole. He pushed all the way back in, his balls gently slapping against my sensitive perineum, a rush which made me light headed came over me, and I closed my eyes, feeling full again. As I began drifting into ecstasy, Aydin bent over me, his lips caressing my neck and ear, his tongue in my ear made me shiver and giggle. “Now you’re ready.” He whispered, and wrapped his muscular strong arms on my torso and chest, and lifted me up with him, my hole tightening around his cock, which was stretching me to its fullest. I tried moving my ass, but I realised that Aydin had my body locked onto his, holding me firmly close to him, his breath on my neck, his strong hairy legs pinning mine down, his ankles wrapped around mine. He had me exactly where he wanted me.

I screamed. It wasn’t to turn him on, or a moan of pleasure. I screamed because of what he did to me. He power fucked my ass hole, pushing his thick shaft balls deep, and then pulling almost all the way out, and fucked me with such intensity, rapture, and indifference to my pleasure, that I broke out in a panting sweat, throwing my head back onto his broad shoulders. He continued with a greater fury and lust, fucking my hole as if he had been starved of sex until this very moment. I kissed his neck, and lifted my head off his shoulders, and looked into the mirror. I watched myself, my entire upper body covered in his large hairy arms, my thighs in front of his incredibly powerful legs, and my body gyrating to the will of his masculinity. I looked down, between my legs. I saw my pussy in the mirror for the first time. A deep comforting sensation flowed through me, and my torso felt light and free. I looked up, and saw him staring at my pussy in the mirror too, as he mercilessly fucked me, holding me close to him, kissing my shoulders in gentle contrast. His heart throbbed against my back, rhythmically beating with mine. There was nothing in the world that compared to this feeling. My entire world has changed with Aydin. I felt the deep and comforting need to be owned by him. To be used, just like this, whenever he’d wanted. I would be his, he could ask of me to do anything that pleased him, and I would do it. His strong thighs were now moving with mine, lifting and lowering my ass and body as his cock slid loosely in and out of my gaping hole. His cock slamming against my prostate, making me whimper and moan in ecstasy. He began grunting, his thrusts becoming faster. I held onto his arms, and closed my eyes, as his hand held my mouth closed to muffle my moans. He stopped fucking, and I felt his cock swell, and my hole felt tight against his gigantic torpedo. I pushed my ass against him, and when it felt like Aydin’s cock, which has fucked me into a new way of experiencing sex, filled my entire body, holding me up, he shot a striking warm load against the walls of my rectum. I clenched my thighs and flexed my feet, and clenched his cock even tighter with my hole. He let out a grunt, and shot load after load into me. When his orgasm receded, and he stopped fucking me, he held me close to him, our bodies in heated perspiration, hearing only the beating of our hearts and our breaths trying to catch air, he hugged me closer to him. His hard dick felt warm, comfortable, and completely at home inside me. I wanted him there forever, and he knew it, and wanted it too.

After he pulled out of me, my lover noticed that my legs were trembling, and lifted me from my bed, into the bath. He opened the tap, and the warm water gushed onto the white plastic, and splashed against my body. It felt so soothing, that I closed me eyes, and laid my head back onto the rim of the tub. Aydin sat beside me on the floor, he was still naked. “I love you,” He said in a soft deep voice. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His legs stretched out in front of him, his toes pointing to the sky, his thick hairy legs flexed, holding up his sculptured upper body. The long lines of his body seemed so perfect, that I couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He kissed my cheek, turned off the tap, and put his right hand into the bath water, while he laid his head onto his left arm, on the rim of the bath tub, close to my face. He looked me in the eyes. Those same mysterious dark eyes, whose strength and intimate beauty I had not know when I had awoken this morning. Two deep, penetrating lights of radiance, which I will never be able to live without. He reached towards me, and slowly kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes, and felt at perfect peace. I wanted nothing more. “I’m going to get a few beers from my apartment. I’ll be right back.” He said, as he got up, and walked out of the bathroom, his firm buttocks seemed to bounce over two megalithic thighs. I heard him put on his clothes, and close the door as he left. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to clear. I realised that I had not had the chance to question what was happening. Perhaps I didn’t want to. I allowed my mind to be ease, and my body followed, slumping lazily into the bathtub, as my thoughts disappeared, and I drifted away. 

What seemed like a few seconds later, I heard my door opening, and bottles clattering against the counter, and knew that it was Aydin. I heard another masculine voice, and opened my eyes. Aydin walked into the bathroom, and looked at me with a soft tenderness. It felt as if this was the first time he had seen me all day. He looked at my entire naked body, laying in front of him, covered in still clear water. His eyes patiently admiring his new object of pleasure. A handsome young figure, with the perfect body to please him. His strong arms reached under my own, and with one quick move, he lifted me from the bathtub, my legs hovering in the air, and landed me on a towel that he had set out on the floor. “I’ve invited a few of my team members over.” He mentioned casually, while he dried my body, lifting my arms, spreading my legs, spanking and biting parts of me softly, randomly. I giggled, and felt a wave of pleasure surge from my head, through my stomach, and into my ankles. “They’ve just come back from rugby practice, so mind the scent - though, I know you’d probably like it.” He continued, now leading me out of the bathroom. I stood naked, in front of two men. They both sat on the couch next to my bed, one was shirtless, and the other wore a vest. They were both in rugby tights, and wore sneakers that looked stuffy after a long practice. Aydin hugged me from behind, holding me close, allowing my head to fall back onto his chest, as his hands reached down to my thighs. I spread my legs, slightly. “Mavi, meet Ayaz and Raphael.” Aydin said. I wanted this more than anything - to get gang fucked by a team of hot rugby players, but I didn’t want it to change what Aydin and I already had. I held his arms. “It won’t change a thing between us.” He whispered in my ear, almost hearing my thoughts, and smacked my buttocks. They both greeted me, and Aydin took off his clothes, opened a beer, and sat on the chair in the corner of the room, and watched. Ayaz, who was sitting shirtless on the right, stood up after Aydin spoke, and walked towards me. He was just as tall as Aydin, but hairier, and enormously built. Each of his arms were about the size of my torso, his quads looks like they would crush me, if he just flexed them. His chest seemed to be sculpted of rock, wide, and proud. His face, gentle, but serious and domineering.

He stood in front me, my naked body lean as a twig, standing next to an oak tree. He smelt of musk and sweat, of pushing other men around, of the fresh cold air outside and sweet cologne. I sighed a breath of relief, as I felt myself give in to him.  He grabbed my hair, which was shoulder length, soft, and easy for Ayaz to grasp, and pulled my head back, so that I would look up at him. I glanced at Raphael, who had a serious expression on his face, and did not take his eyes off me since I walked out of the bathroom. He looked to be around two meters tall, like Ayaz and Aydin, but was lean and very toned. I could see his every muscle in the dim light of the room, his eyes were in the dark shadow of his heavy brow and high cheek bones. His lips soft had a whisper of immense pleasure. Ayaz let a glob of spit fall into my open mouth, from his. I immediately closed my mouth and swallowed, but almost choked on his spit when I felt his thick fingers rubbing my pussy, pulling me closer to him. I got onto my knees, took a deep breath from each of his sneakers and socks as I removed them, and peeled the tights off of his huge legs. The hair of his legs seemed to stretch out from under his tights. His dick jumped out and slapped me across the face. I was in awe of Ayaz, he looked to be around my age, and was one of the most handsome men I’d seen. His eyes were hazel green, his skin crisp caramel, and his hair was black. He looked like a Turkish conquerer. I looked at Aydin, who was now concentrating on what I was doing, his long legs spread open, his hanging balls resting on the chair, his shaft reaching towards the ceiling. 

Raphael was now drinking a beer, and had just finished a cigarette, when he put it out, downed what was left of his beer, took off his clothes, and stood next to Ayaz. I looked up at Raphael, who looked like one of those French-Arabian models. His posture was immaculate, his body almost luminescent, his cock erect, uncut, and about the size of my forearm. I felt an urge to please both these men, and my mouth opened almost automatically, heading for Ayaz’s cock, almost drooling. His cock was so big, that it was curving to the side almost stretching across his massive thighs, only semi-erect, and had a scent of his pre-cum, and hairy sweet balls. My tongue almost reached his cock, when Raphael grabbed my hair, turned my body towards him, and shoved his hard uncut cock into my mouth, and slid down my throat. I began choking and couldn’t breath. I strained my eyes upwards, but my sight was blurred from my own tears. Raphael slapped me across the face, his hand was big and strong, as if to encourage me to take his unsaid orders. He let my hair go, but I kept my hands on his thighs, as a sign that what he did to me was exactly what I wanted him to. Ayaz, who was turned on by this act of using me so degradingly, looked at me, and slapped his big hard cock on my face. I opened my mouth and drops of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. I tried to suck Raphael’s cock again, but he stepped back, and put his huge foot in my face instead - he was still wearing his socks from practice, and I took a deep breath in and shivered from the euphoria of his masculine scent. I almost fell to the floor when he walked away, and watched him sit back down on the couch, casually lighting another cigarette, with his long cock laying across his upper thigh.

Ayaz turned me onto my back, and climbed onto me, with his firm buttocks on my chest, and his cock on my face. He knew what I wanted, he knew that Raphael had created a void inside me that needed to be filled, and so he put his cock in my mouth while looking in my eyes. He pushed it further in, until he could feel the back of my throat, I put my hands against his legs, so that I could push him away in case he made me choke on his cock. He took my hands, pinned them down on the floor, lifted himself over me, and began pumping his enormous cock down my throat. I couldn’t breath, and I kicked my legs to move away from him, but he was far too strong to even notice that I was forcing against him. He fucked my throat, with his hairy bush in my nose, until I stopped gagging, and could barely breath. I was no longer turned on, but swallowing deep gulps of air just to stay conscious, when he pulled his cock back out. For the first time, Ayaz became tender with me. He lifted me from my underarms, and sat me on the bed. He knelt in front of me, and was still a little taller than me when he was on his knees. He pushed my hair back with his big hand, and kissed my cheek. He looked into my eyes, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, and then kissed my lips. I felt calm and protected.

I found myself on my elbows, my head thrown back, sitting at the edge of the bed, while Ayaz held me open at the thighs, and ate my pussy, as if he was a starved caveman, and had acquired his first prey. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and continued kissing, licking, and devouring my hole with his tongue. I was even more turned on than before, and couldn’t help but moan, and lay back onto the bed, looking at the hairy colossus enjoying my owners breeding hole. He stealthily leaped onto the bed, his feet planted beside my face, and his face planted between my thighs. He slid his cock into my mouth, and down my throat, and fucked me, while he tongued, licked, and kissed my pussy with reverence.

My body felt ready to take his cock, and as the thought crossed my mind, Ayaz was up and on his knees. “Bend over in front of me.” He said, his voice gruff, intensely masculine, and not to be disobeyed. I obeyed, and as I did, Ayaz slid his cock into my ass hole, which was still lubricated by Aydin’s semen. It felt incredible, and the curve of Ayaz’s thick cock was tapping a sensual spot, which took my breath away, each time he thrust his cock into me. Ayaz, contradictory to the way he looked, spoke, and acted, was essentially a softy in bed. He did not say anything to me after ordering me to bend over, but the way he carefully slid into me, the way he paused when I seemed uncomfortable, the way he thrust into me with skilled prowess, made me feel comforted by the way he used me. He knew that he was well-endowed and intimidating, and wanted me to feel safe with him, and enjoy his big cock as much as he enjoyed my hole. He allowed me to form a deep connection with him, as if he was communicating with me, with his erect drooling monster. He pumped away, slowly but persistently, and with measured rhythm. The more strokes that hit my prostate, the deeper my breaths got, the more numb my legs began to feel. I lifted my body up to kiss him, and he instinctively held me up with his strong arms.

I was breathing heavily in his arms, my body now at a heightened state of pleasure, as Ayaz mechanically continued to pump his virility into me. I felt in a haze of pleasure, and saw Raphael watching us, his eyes still fixed on me. Aydin, sitting in front of me, had his beer in his hand on the arm of the chair, his glowing eyes looking out to me from the shadow of his chiseled face. As if he was watching with immense concentration. Nothing else was on his mind, but the way my body looked, moved, and breathed while another man controlled my pleasure senses with his well-sized tool. I clenched my hole around Ayaz’s cock, I could feel the pressure becoming slower, and more intense. My body broke out into a sweat, I felt a rush flow through me, and my stomach was tingling, I was about to reach an orgasm, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Aydin, shocked. Ayaz held me close and continued his deep thrusts. I watched Aydin’s tall, erect figure walk to the door, and open it.

“Hey Coach, sorry for being la-,” A young man entered, and began addressing a naked Aydin when he stopped, his eyes fixed on me. I was holding onto the forearms of Ayaz, who was now kissing my neck as I moaned a little, each time I felt his cock stroke my insides. “Come in, Carlos.” Aydin closed the door behind him. Carlos was wearing shorts and a shirt. He had the undertone of a Brazilian accent. He was tall, with black hair, a smooth handsome face, and a toned long physique, and by the sight of his tented pants, a well-endowed package. He said nothing, but kept his eyes fixed on me. It seemed as if all of their eyes were on me, admiring Aydin’s discovery, and creation. Carlos took off his shirt, revealing ripped abs, a toned chest, and long strong arms. His eyes still on me, as my body was being moved and used to Ayaz’s gentle, overpowering will. Carlos removed his pants, took off his shoes and socks, and walked to the edge of the bed. He looked me in the eyes, and I caught the twinkle of magic in his large brown eyes. I followed his eyes, as it traced down my body, and stared in awe at my pussy.

I was moist, and I could feel the ecstasy of being a human whom can have more than one man pleasuring me simultaneously. Carlos lifted each of his long sturdy legs in perfect control, pulled his jocks off, and threw them onto the floor. His eyes still on my pussy. Ayaz did not stop, as Carlos got onto the bed, on his knees, in front of me. He looked into my eyes, closed his own, and put his lush lips against mine. He kissed me, as if we were lovers, and I was his property. He moved closer towards me, and I felt his hard cock grazing against my pussy, and thighs. It made me quiver. With one steady thrust, Carlos held the base of his long hard shaft down, and slide it into my pussy with one deep thrust. He was balls deep inside me. I felt as if I was no longer inside my own body. As if I was being held up, and kept alive, by these two men, whose large erect phalluses were buried inside me, both throbbing with pleasure. Carlos held my face with both his hands, and looked at me, trying to connect, hoping that I had not lost consciousness. I could sense nothing else but the reality of what was happening, I looked at Raphael, who was rock hard, still looking at me. I saw Aydin open another beer, and take a sip, his eyes still on me. I was quickly coming to the realisation that Aydin’s rugby team, was a loving brotherhood, and that I was now a part of them.

Carlos began fucking me. He fucked like an animal, continuously, rapidly, as if he had a greedy need to fuck and breed me. My body no longer belonged to me, but was used for pleasure by a gang of men. I could feel Ayaz beginning to speed up his strokes, fucking me deeper. My pussy began moistening, my moans muffled in Carlos’s rough, domineering kisses. My left hand holding onto Ayaz’s forearm, and my right hand on Carlos’s shoulder. My toes were curled, as these two men grunted, thrusted, exploded, and planted both of their loads inside me. My body was immensely aroused, and a lustful pleasure was now flowing throughout me, and my body was tingling. Ayaz pulled out of me, and his huge load followed. I tried clenching my hole to keep his load in me, but I was gaping. Ayaz got off the bed, and as if all his energy was almost depleted, he dragged himself onto the couch, threw himself next to Raphael, who found him amusing, and in a stretching yawn, he reached for a beer from the counter, and drank it thirstily. Carlos held my body close to his, he was still inside me, erect and hard. He pushed my hair back and kissed my forehead, and pulled out. I involuntarily clenched and his cum stayed inside me. He got off the bed, dressed as quickly as he undressed, nodded at Ayaz and Raphael, and said “Thanks for the treat, Coach.” He opened the door and walked out, proud and mighty.

I fell back onto the bed, my body trembling with pleasure. Raphael moved towards me, with the prowess of a lion. His uncut cock steady, unwavering, despite its size. He was confident, firm, strict, and powerful. He pounced onto the bed, seized me at the wrists and pinned me back, he scared me, and liked it. He forced my legs open with his powerful quads, and held them open, as his cock searched for my hole. Pressing against my thighs, sliding onto my lower abdomen. He had no intention of giving me any sense of control of what he was doing to me. He wanted me to feel as if I had no choice, as if he would take me, breed me, and turn me over to any other man that wanted me. When his head popped into my pussy, he smiled and paused. He slid in balls deep, carefully allowing me to gasp and moan as he pushed deeper. We both felt the loads of the other men dribble out of my pussy, and onto his shaft, as we both looked down between us, to find his thick cock pulsating around a plump pink pussy, which was coated with thick white semen.  Raphael fucked me, on my back, with arms pinned down, my legs open, a handsome stallion of a man humping me, thrusting his large member into me, mercilessly. I thought to myself that this is what it feels like to have no control. To have to surrender to the moment, or get lost by what it means when a man fucks like Raphael does. I squirmed and moaned, but couldn't bring myself to do more. I was watching the beautiful sculpture of a man as he spasmed and froze, his cock buried deep inside me, shooting a thick load of his warm seed into me. He curled his spine and toes, he pressed my wrists into the bed with a harsh tight grip. The feeling of his semen, and the immense pleasure that I felt from having being owned, made me feel grateful to Aydin for giving me the ability to make Raphael orgasm the way he did. I felt powerful. With him still hard and erect inside me, he made me orgasm in an uncontrollable wave of pleasure. I squirted, moaned, and whimpered, squeezing my hole around his shaft, clenching my thighs, moving uncontrollably beneath him. He held me firmly in place. “Now you’re impregnated by me.” He said, and gently slapped my cheek, pulled out of me, and walked back to the couch, sitting down, and took a sip of his beer, his body still in perfect control. He wasn’t looking at me any longer. He had conquered my body. I felt bonded to Raphael, he exposed a dark desire hidden inside me, and brought it into the luminosity of reality. I felt the need to thank him. I felt the need to thank all of them for experiencing this evening with them. 

Aydin, whose cock was now dripping with pre-cum, walked over to the bed. “On your knees, in front of me.” I got off the bed, my body was now coming off the adrenaline, and I realised that I had been bred by four men in one evening. I looked up at Aydin, who made a gesture for Ayaz and Raphael to come over. The three men stood over me. I could feel their peircing eyes examining my pussy, penetrating me deeper than their dicks had. I could feel their lust, pleasure, and greed for the pink hole, slightly gaping, covered in their semen, as a strawberry donut with thick white icing.  “Open your mouth.” Aydin spoke with authority, a demanding voice that could only be obeyed. “Wider,” he said, now holding the base of his cock, directing it at my open mouth. A warm stream hit my chin, and then hit my tongue. Aydin was pissing on me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider, and Aydin aimed directly for it. I began gulping down mouths full of his golden liquid. It was bitter, warm, and tasted of sweet beer. I felt another stream of warm piss, only this time, it was more potent, and hit heavier against my mouth. The third stream came, and I smiled, laughing in ecstasy. These men were soaking me in their piss, drenching me into intoxication. The streams became softer, slowed down, and eventually stopped. When I opened my eyes, my entire body was covered in their piss. My room floor was flooded, and I began feeling the slight buzz of alcohol. I was still in a daze, when Aydin saw Raphael and Ayaz out, and walked over to me. He lifted me up, and held me in his arms. I was cold, and I wet his clean hairy body with my piss-soaked shivering body. Aydin carried me in his strong arms, and settled me into the water that I had had a bath in earlier. He put his hand into the water, as he did before. The water seemed to warm up again, and I felt soothed and relaxed. I took a deep breath, and dipped my head under water.

Aydin was throwing the beer bottles in the trash, when I stepped out of the bath. I heard him neatening the place, and cleaning up. When I walked out of the bedroom, my body limp, tired, but relaxed and still sensually aroused, I saw Aydin standing next to the bed. He smiled at me, and put his hand out for me to take. My heart became still as he held my body close to his. I hugged him and laid my head against his chest. He held me tight, with warmth and affection. I felt like I belonged to him, and I knew that he felt the same of me. I was safe in these arms, my dreams, hopes, fantasies, and reality, was in this room, holding me tight. His heart communicating with mine through invisible vibrations, screaming of joy, and bliss. “How are you feeling?” He asked, still holding me close, our eyes both closed. “Perfect.” I said, now looking into his dark eyes. I fell asleep that evening, staring at the most beautiful reflection of myself: Aydin. When I woke up in the morning, his arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly against his body. His face in my hair, and his hard boner pressing against my ass. I moved slowly, trying not to disturb him, and shuffled under the sheets, my mouth covering the head of his large member. He tasted of pre-cum, piss, and a morning musk that was intoxicating. “Good girl,” he groaned, groggy and still tired, squinting his handsome tired eyes, looking down at me to watch me enjoying his morning wood. “I want to know everything about you.” He said, throwing his arms behind his head, moving his hips into a position that made it easier to deep throat him. “Everything?” I asked, as I continued licking his big hairy balls. “Yes, everything. Good and bad, light and dark.” he said, smiling to himself, as if he had waited to use those words on someone special, in bed, on a sunny morning. He stretched again, and yawned, his cock flexed, and made me gag. “Now, come up here, and ride my dick until I cum.” He ordered. I obeyed.