Walking the dog leads to more

When he finishes, I can’t move. Every ounce of energy in my body has evaporated and I lie on the blanket wanting to fall asleep in his arms. We hear voices on the path. It’s Lars’ friends out looking for him.

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The beautiful young man whispers “Shhh” into my ear. My dog has heard the familiar voices and is stirring. I gesture wordlessly for him to come to me, but it’s too late. He takes off running after the voices and we have seconds before we’re discovered. I quickly lick the glob of my cum off his chin. I wanted to lick his cock clean, but that would take too long. My t-shirt only takes a second, but I need a moment to untangle my panties and put them on.

We hear footsteps tramping down the steep incline and my dog comes running up to us as I slip my jeans on. I have time to fasten the lowest buttons. Lars has already gotten his clothes on and I just manage to slide my stockinged feet into my sneakers as they arrive. “What the fuck, Lars? We’ve been looking all over for you. What are you two doing down here in the ravine?” Lars is turning red and I fear he’s going to give away the game, so I pipe in. “Look, guys. It so happens that I know Lars’ family and there’s some stuff going on that he wanted to share with me. It’s private, so I’m not going to go into it, but that’s why we needed someplace private to talk.”

That shuts them up and they stand there feeling awkward, so I say, “Let’s not make a big deal about it. You guys still have time to get to soccer practice and I’ll be on my way.” That relieves the tension and they smile. The broad-chested one, named Matthias, tells Lars, “You gave us a scare, man. I didn’t know if you’d gone back home or gotten lost out here like an idiot.” Another of them, a young blond guy named Peter with a barrel chest, really muscular thighs, and a deep tan, offers a hand to help me up. I take it and rise. I thank him and I call my dog to me. We’re about to set off, when Peter says, “Is that your blanket?” I glance back and realize I’ve almost forgotten it. “Oh, shit. Yeah, it is.” I lean over to grab the ends and yank them together. The movement causes my partly unbuttoned jeans to slip down over my hips and expose my underwear. They ride high on my ass-cheeks, leaving the lower two-thirds exposed. The black lace pattern hides the fact that they’re a little damp between my legs.

I’m so concentrated on hurrying to get the blanket folded that I haven’t realized it’s happened until I hear Peter say, “Are those…?” and Matthias say, “Dude! You’re wearing girl’s panties.” My spine immediately straightens and the jeans slip down to my knees. “And hose!” the fourth young men, a wiry blond youth with biceps so large I can his veins, says in surprise. “What the fuck?! Lars?”

I’ve spun around so the folded blanket is covering my crotch, then lean forward and yank up my jeans, watching to see how Lars is going to handle the situation. For a moment, he seems embarrassed, but then he laughs. “Alright, guys. You figured it out. We weren’t discussing my family. I was having a little fun with my baby girl.” I turn crimson. We all look at him in silence for a moment until Matthias breaks the ice. “Dude, did you just call him your baby girl?”

The other two, Peter and Johannes, the guy with the biceps, walk around me in amazement as Matthias continues questioning his friend. “What do you mean, ‘fun’?” Peter calls out to him, “Dude, he fucked him! I can see it leaking out of his ass around the panties!” His voice echoes around the ravine and Lars turns to him, “Will you lower your fucking voice, Matt?” Matthias looks a little chagrined but he’s smiling. “I want to see it.” Lars seems torn for a moment but then he sighs. He looks at me and orders, “Get back out of your clothes, baby girl.”

For a second, I consider whether to end this whole role-play bullshit, but the feelings that overcome me when he calls me his “baby girl” are so powerful, that I don’t have the will to do it. I nod and hand Peter the blanket. Then I remove the t-shirt, trainers and jeans and stand on top of my trainers again in just my panties and hose. “Panties, too. You can keep the hose on.” I slide off the wet panties and stand in the middle of the four young men. What I said earlier about my cock needing a lot of downtime proves to be untrue. It’s raging hard and standing out in front of me with its downward curve.

I look directly at Lars, who offers me a confident smile. I hope that it means he won’t let anything bad happen to me, but I’m not certain he could prevent it if he wanted to. I hear Jon approach from behind and feel his hands on my waist. A finger slides across my wet cunt, then pokes a bit inside and draws out a gob of Lars’ seed. He wraps his other arm around me and turns my chin to the side to look at me, then presents his finger for me to suck clean. Not entirely voluntarily, I do. I can taste the mixture of semen and ass juices. I’m grateful that I flushed myself thoroughly before the walk.

Jon seems like he’s in a spell, his steel-blue eyes sparkling. He brings the wet finger to his nose and sniffs it, then licks it. I expect the others to make a snide comment about that, but there’s a weird energy in the air. I can sense and smell horniness all around me and it makes my body long for them. Without a word, Jon lets go of my chin and places his strong hand on my upper back, pressing for me to lean forward. I follow his unspoken directions, jutting my ass outward to maintain my balance. The broad-chested young man takes my plump ass-cheeks in his hands and spreads them apart, letting the autumn air caress my recently used cunt.

Suddenly I feel his shaved cheeks against my skin and his tongue makes contact with my cunt lips. A jolt of electricity courses through me and I shudder. A moan escapes my lips. As though a dam has broken, Jon begins eating out my ass like his last meal. His tongue is diving deep inside. There’s little resistance, since I was so recently fucked. He must be licking out all of Lars’ seed. The feeling is exquisite. He has no technique; he’s operating on instinct and he has the youthful advantage of power and energy. When he begins tongue-fucking me, a rivulet of pre-cum runs out of my cock.

“I can’t believe this is happening, but it’s really hot,” Peter says, getting a close-up view of the whole thing. He walks around to my front and says, “Suck my cock, bitch!” The harsh language shocks me and I straighten up, which causes Jon to stop rimming me. I look directly at Lars, wondering what I should do. He holds my eye contact a moment before saying, “Suck my friend’s cock, baby girl. Let them all have a piece. Give them the same incredible pleasure you gave me.”

All I needed was the command. I quickly lean forward and slide my hands down Peter’s barrel-chest to his waist. He’s wearing sweatpants, so all I have to do is pull the drawstring to get them open. I slide my hand into his tight, white Y-fronts and gently pull out his already hard cock. Like his body, it’s not long but very thick. I’ve never met anyone under thirty with a cock that thick, but I suppose they must have been that way since puberty, and these guys were well out of puberty. I pull back his foreskin and lick around the glans and frenulum, moistening the head. I try to draw it into my mouth, then realize that I have to lower my jaw even further. It’s like putting my five fingers into my mouth, and it’s all I can do not to scrape it with my teeth. “It’s all right if you scrape it, bit—baby girl. I like a bit of teeth action on my cock. And it’s so thick, you won’t be able to avoid it.”

He isn’t kidding. And hearing him also call me baby girl, instead of bitch, makes me eager to please him, too. I start to suck him off in earnest and he groans in pleasure. When my teeth occasionally scrape his cock, his groans get deeper. Lars comes up behind him and places a hand over mouth, saying, “Now you can groan all you want.” His cock head is just long enough to force open the top of my throat. He doesn’t fuck my face; he lets me do all the work and I slobber over his delicious cock.

At a moment when his crown is lodged in my throat, I feel Jon’s cock at my backside. I hear him spit on it before he slides it inside. My cunt lips are already sensitized from being fucked by Lars and there’s a little exquisite pain as they stretch around him. He wraps his hands around my waist and holds me tightly as he goes to town. There’s no subtlety, just a power fucking. I time my blowjob so that I can rock back and forth between Peter and Jon, stuffed from both ends. “Fuck, baby girl, I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass,” Jon says, his breathing heavy as though he were running down the soccer field.

Lars watches me getting double-stuffed with a smile of lust on his face. “You love that, baby girl. You’re a naughty girl who can’t get enough cocks and cum. Show my friends how much you love it, baby.” His words and encouragement drive me crazy. I suck on Peter’s cock so hard I’m worried I’ll hurt him, but he just moans louder into Lars’ hand. I massage his balls with my left hand but when my finger explores deeper between his legs, he pushes it away and grabs my face. My jaw starts to tire and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up this rhythm. His cock is hard as a rock and I feel certain he’s ready to cum but it isn’t happening.

He reaches below my chin and lifts it up, causing my teeth to scrape harder across his skin. Suddenly, I have an idea. I chomp down on his cock hard, as though I’m going to chew through it. He screams into Lars’ hand, but gives me a thumbs-up and a caress across my cheek. I do it again and he pummels the back of my mouth with his load. His cock is so thick, his cum is forced down my throat and out of the corners of my mouth, where it runs down my chin. He keeps cumming and I hold onto his waist for stability. When his balls are drained, he slides his thick rod out of my mouth and my jaw mercifully relaxes from the ordeal. I lick it clean and kiss the head.

“That—that was the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever had… baby girl,” he tells me. I think he’s not old enough to have had many, but I try to accept the compliment graciously. It’s difficult when Jon is plowing me from behind with such force that I’m still rocking. His tempo picks up speed and he grunts quietly as he unloads three volleys of thick seed into my man-cunt while squeezing my waist until his powerful biceps are bulging in every direction. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, which I most certainly don’t. With a long “fuck!” he finishes and slowly draws out, letting his softening cock flop down between his muscular thighs. He reached down and pulls up his jeans, then gives my ass a hard slap. “Thank you, baby. I needed that,” before stepping away.

Matthias is holding my dog’s leash. All the physical activity and sound has gotten him excited and he wants to join in. Perhaps the smell of sex has also confused or aroused him; I’m not sure. Lars looks at his powerfully built friend and asks him, “You want a turn, Matt?” I admire the young man’s broad chest and thick, spiky dark hair. “Nah, I’m good. I don’t need your sloppy seconds… or thirds,” he mumbles. Despite his rejection, I can see that his cock his hard inside his soccer shorts. Given how it bulges out in front, I’m guessing he has a jock on underneath them.

Lars walks around to me and slides his hand down my bare back to my ass. He shoves two fingers deep into my ass and pulls them out. He looks at the mess on his fingers and holds them out for me to clean off, his eyebrows raised to see if I’ll do it. Of course, I take his wrist and guide the messy, cum-coated fingers into my mouth, where I suck them clean. At the same time, he speaks to his friend. “I see what you mean; he’s pretty slick inside already. On the other hand, he’s also pretty loose. I have an idea.”

Matt watches him carefully as Lars walks over to him and whispers something into his ear. He shakes his head sharply as if the idea is awful, but Lars places one of his long-fingered hands over Matt’s crotch and squeezes it intimately. Matt moans as his eyes shut briefly. He looks at Lars and grins. “Alright, damn it.” He hands my dog’s leash to Peter and tells them to “Keep him busy,” then turns toward me.

He claps his hands together as he walks toward me and says, “Let’s do this.” I don’t know what “this” is, so I wait. Matt crosses to the blanket and lays it out, then takes off his soccer shorts and the jock I thought was under them. He lies down on the blanket and takes his cock in his hand. “C’mon, baby girl, get over here and get me hard, but keep your hands off it. And no kissing.” I hear the sarcasm when he says my nickname but I take the challenge. Soft, his cock is nearly as long as my mine, when it’s hard. I wonder what I’m dealing with here. I assume he means that I’m supposed to suck it, and I will, but not yet. I spread his legs with my hands, then sit in the crook between them. I then extend a stockinged foot and caress his warm dick. He sighs in pleasure at the touch, so I continue, massaging his cock and balls with my foot wrapped in nylon. I can feel it getting hard, and to my astonishment, it’s growing: a “shower” and a “grower”!

I raise my second leg and begin stroking his hardening cock between the soles of my feet. His eyes go wide in surprise at how pleasurable that is but he lays his head back and moans softly. I’m presently dealing with a good nineteen centimeters of cock and he doesn’t appear to be done growing. It’s already somewhere around my limit, although I might be ready for bigger dicks after all my practice on my toys at home. I can’t keep my legs raised like this forever, so I lower them to the blanket, get on my knees, lean forward and start licking his fleshy fuck-stick. I make sure not to put my hands near it or his balls.

“That’s it.” “Fuck, yeah, man.” “Use that tongue, dude.” “Wrap your lips around it.” He encourages me vocally between quiet moans, but I notice that he keeps calling me “man” and “dude”. It’s okay, that’s what I am, but it doesn’t do anything extra for me and I already miss the illusion, the fantasy of being their “little”. I start really working his power-tool down my throat. It’s maxed out around twenty-one centimeters, thank goodness, because I’m pretty sure there’s no room for more down there. “Damn! You’re good at this, dude! Yeah, suck my hard cock. Take it down your throat, ma… Mmm, mmm.”

His orders are interrupted when Lars creeps up from his side, leans over and kisses him on the mouth. He tries to push his friend away, but Lars has already managed to get a good hold on his neck and his torso. He struggles for fifteen seconds or so before he gives in to the kiss and starts kissing back. I feel his body relax under me and his cock starts drooling precum into my mouth. When Lars finally breaks off the kiss, Matt sputters and tells him, “God damn it, Lars! I told you never to do that in front of the others. That was a fucking secret, dude!” Lars just laughs and says, “Dude, you’re getting your cock sucked by my baby girl here. How much of a secret do you think you still have? Besides, the others are playing with the dog. They weren’t watching.”

That seems to calm Matt down and goes back to cooing over the blowjob. “My baby girl gives good head, doesn’t she?” Lars asks him. He looks at him for a moment and then rolls his eyes in a “fine, have it your way” expression, before responding, “Yes, she does. Your baby girl is amazing at it.” Lars smiles at him and hits him playfully on the pecs. “Thatta boy! I knew you’d come around. You know, it’s so hot watching you get your huge cock sucked.” Matt scoffs and says, “Well, you usually can’t get this good a look when it’s in your own mouth, can you? Then he continues, “So, I’m not gonna get any harder than this. Are we gonna do this thing or not?”

“Baby girl, give my dick some of that love.” He approaches me, his jeans already off and his cock in his hand. I leave Matt’s cock and wrap my lips around his. I’m amazed at myself. I’ve never had this much cock in one setting and I expected to be exhausted. Instead, it’s like I can’t get enough of it. I hungrily swallow him down into my throat, when I realize Matt has wrapped his hands around my waist. He guides me to turn away from him and I let him steer me into whatever position he has in mind. I feel my weight being shifted over him and suddenly his cock head is at my anus. I’m afraid he’s going to drop me and those twenty-one centimeters are going to spear my insides. Instead, he wiggles his head until it finds its way inside and then slowly lowers me onto his shaft.

I groan around Lars’ cock as Matt’s stuffs my ass and keeps going. He doesn’t get it all the way in; I’m just not that experienced or, in truth, relaxed enough at this moment. What he does fit inside me feels incredible. I’m spitted between two men for the second time in twenty minutes and I feel like a slut: wanton, desirable, uninhibited, sexy and incredibly aroused. Once Lars is fully hard, he draws his cock out of my slobbery mouth and kisses me passionately. “Thank you, baby girl. This is going to hurt a little, but it’s going to be really good for all of us, so I know you’ll do it.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I feel Matt rest my ass cheeks on his thighs and slide his hands up to my chest. He pulls me backward, so that I’m lying on his torso, but his long cock is still embedded in my cunt. Then Lars gets on his knees between Matt’s legs and mine, and I realize he’s going to try to penetrate me, too. I try to stop him, “Sir…”, but he cuts me off. “Call me ‘Daddy’, baby girl.” I swallow the lump in my throat brought on by my fantasies and say, “Daddy, I don’t think I can handle that much?” I’ve said ‘daddy’ alone in my apartment while jacking off, but saying it to an actual human being, and to one who’s actually much younger than me, is another dimension. I actually feel my cunt lips relax around Matt’s shaft.

“Sure, you can, baby girl. You want to make Daddy happy, right? Say you want to make Daddy happy,” he commands me. “I want to make Daddy happy,” I say without hesitation and a chill runs up my spine. My nipples are sticking straight out like pencil erasers, I’m so turned-on. “This will make daddy happy. Now relax, take a deep breath and breathe out.” I nod and take a deep breath. Lars leans over me, pinches my nipples and yanks on them. The breath rushes out of me in a gasp of pain, but it partly covers the feeling of him shoving his cock into my man-cunt.

“Good girl!” he tells me and slowly shoves his cock into me further. The stretch is incredible. It doesn’t hurt exactly. It’s more of a pressure, like I have to take an enormous shit. Thank goodness I cleaned myself out an hour ago. Matt is moaning behind me when Lars’ cock reaches up to my prostrate. It’s the equivalent of having a large plug inside me, pressing hard against my love-nut. I groan and Lars massages my thighs to relax me. He starts to slide in and out, rubbing the whole time against Matt’s cock. The tightness of my ass is squeezing their cocks together and full contact is happening with every movement. My own cock is leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, that drips down onto my abs and runs off to land on Matt.

Lars, taller than either of us, leans over me and puts his weight on his extended arms. He kisses me, and then Matt below me, repeatedly, while he continues fucking my man-cunt. “Baby girl, you feel so good. I love the feeling of my cock next to Matt’s stuffing your hole. You see, we’ve been a couple on the down low for over a year now, but we’ve never had anyone to share between us. Your beautiful pussy is going to get so much action, you won’t be able to walk normally anymore. That’s what you want, baby girl, isn’t it? You want us to fuck you senseless, right?”

His dirty talk is driving me wild with desire and his repeated use of my nickname has me aching with need for him. Words are coming out of my mouth I’ve never actually formulated in my life before. “Yes, daddy, I want to be a cum-slut for you and Matt, and whoever else you choose to let use your baby girl. Please, cum in my pussy, daddy. Fill me with your cum, Matt.”

As if this were some kind of cue, Matt pushes me onto my feet in the squatting position. This allows them both to slide in and out and they take advantage of the leverage. They take turns, alternatingly driving in and pulling out of my cunt. At this point, I’m so loose, I believe they could fist me if they decide to, which I hope they don’t. At least, I think I hope they don’t. In truth, I’ll let them do whatever they want to me now. The advantage of this position, is that I can look down at their delicious bodies rising to fuck me. Resting their weight onto their shoulders, they slowly turn me around in a circle on their thrusting cocks, so that not one millimeter of my cunt misses the feeling of pressure at some point. I make a ring of pre-cum as I turn.

I start panting; I’m pretty sure I’m about to bust a nut. “Daddy, I won’t last much longer. May I cum, sir?” Raises his head to look at Matt, then says, “Not yet, baby girl. Hold it back. Don’t be naughty, or I’ll have to punish you. Give us a little more time. We’re almost there, aren’t we Mattie?” In response, Matt grunts and starts full-stroking my cunt. The shock of his cock head smashing against my colon jars me and prevents me from cumming right away. “Yeah, Lars, I’m almost there. Almost…. Oh, fuck! Here it comes. You ready for my load, baby girl? You want my baby-makers deep in your cunt?” Before I can answer, Lars speaks up, “That’s right, baby girl. Tell us you want us to breed that hungry pussy of yours. Tell us how good it feels. How you were made for this.” My mind is on overdrive. “Oh, Daddy, Matt, your cocks feel so incredibly amazing in me. My pussy is so hungry for your cum, so hungry. Please, sirs, please breed my greedy, naughty cunt with your hot, sticky cum!”

If there is anyone nearby on the path, they’ve definitely heard that. I’m too loud, but I can’t help myself. The skin on my entire body is flushed with dopamine and adrenaline. My ass lips are stretched beyond anything I’ve asked of them in the past. My mind is whirling from the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy. My cock is leaking like a faucet onto Lars’ abs and my eyes are locked with his in this precious, visceral moment. “Here they come, baby girl!” Matt whispers loudly and I feel the first blast of cum coat my insides, quickly spread around my Lars’ thrusting cock. Lars smiles at me and his eyelids close halfway as he goes rigid and shoots his first volley as well. With so much cock stuffed into my cunt, there’s no room for their jizz, which squirts out around their rigid cocks.

Before they’ve emptied their balls completely into my cunt, Lars reaches up and twists my sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It’s too much. Without even touching myself, my cock twitches and empties my balls onto his lean, powerful chest. I bite down on my hand, so that I won’t scream in pleasure. The boys are done before I am but they continue fucking me until Lars gives the signal that I’ve cum, too. They withdraw at the same time and a clump of their combined cum plops out in a very unsexy manner. My legs give out from the strain and I fall backwards. Luckily, Matt is there to catch me, and his broad, strong chest is more than capable of absorbing the weight of my fall. He holds onto me in a bear hug until I come to my senses and realize what’s happened.

Lars has already stood up and found my panties, which he’s using to wipe the cum off his body, mine and theirs. Matt finally sits us both up and raises me back to my feet so he can stand. I’m a mess. My stockings have slid down my legs and are pooled at my ankles. There are holes in the feet; I’ll have to throw them away. Lars then wipes Matt’s groin clean with my panties as well. He hands them to me and tells me, “Put them on, baby girl. You’re going to wear our cum for the rest of the day, got it? You’re not going to take them off when you get home. You’re going to keep them on.” I pull on the wet, sticky panties and tuck my cock and balls into the pouch, which has a pocket of their semen in it. It runs through the lace. I can feel more cum leaking down my leg from my stretched-open ass.

“Tell me you’re going to wear them all day, baby girl.” He gives me a look that tells me he won’t accept no as an answer. “Yes, daddy,” I say. “I’m going to wear these panties all day.” He nods and continues, “And you’re not going to flush your beautiful pussy either. Right? You’re going to keep our baby-makers in that beautiful pussy of yours.” Standing there in a ravine in sticky, cum-soaked panties, I agree not to wash off their spunk. The smile this earns me is magnetic and my heart swoons. They dress and give me my trainers and t-shirt, but hold onto my jeans and backpack as they lead me back out of the ravine, helping me up the steep wall. My dog sees me and comes running with his rubber ball in his mouth, his tail wagging. He gives me a good sniff, but I tell him not to lick me.

There’s no one else on the path but Peter and Jon, who look me up and down and laugh. “Damn, guys, you used her like a two-bit whore. I can see her pussy spread open on either side of her underwear.” I blush, pleased that they’ve continued to refer to me as a girl. It keeps my fantasy going for a little more precious time. We head down the path. It’s only about one hundred meters before the forest ends and my street begins. Just before we reach the pavement, the young men pull me to the side and Lars tells me to put on my jeans. I follow orders and he hands me the backpack and my dog’s leash. The others tell me to have a good afternoon, and start breaking off to get to practice in time. Surprisingly, Lars grabs my hand and pulls me against him. He gives me a passionate kiss with tongue. “That was so hot, baby girl. I hope this isn’t the last time I see you.” My eyes tear up almost instantly, and I’m overcome by his tenderness. This young man is a unicorn, capable of being sweet and rough, domineering and caregiving at such a young age. What a future he has in store!

“No… daddy… I would be very happy to see you again, too.” He smiles and says, “Unlock your phone and give it to me.” I’m a little nervous about an invasion of my privacy, but after all he’s done for me, I’m not going to resist now. I hand him the unlocked smartphone and he taps his contact info into it. “Now we have each other’s deets. I want you to send me a photo every hour showing me that you still have the panties on. Got it? You don’t have to show your face, just the panties… front and back.” I take the phone and give him my word that I’ll do it. In fact, I can’t wait to get home and take the first photos. I stay in place and watch him walk away to join his friends, enjoying the youthful ease of his movements. With a sigh, I glance downwards and notice that a dark spot is starting to appear in the groin of my jeans. I can only imagine how big it must be in back. Time to hurry home before it gets worse.