Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2011 14:21:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: bruthaly luv-13

BRUTHALY LUV -13

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	34 yr old Milton Montell Howard sat at a downtown stoplight,
daydreaming about a recent experience he had as a bottom for two teenage
tops (last chap). Still reeling over the idea of giving his ass up to two
men at the same time, he continued to sit at the traffic light moments
after the light had turned green. A motorist honked the horn at him
impatiently, snapping him out of his reverie, as he pressed the gas pedal
and headed to his UPS home base to turn his truck in for the night.
	Parking his truck, he jumped down from the cab and turned over the
keys (along with a mileage diagram) over to his supervisor before heading
to the lockers.


	Inside the locker room, Milt ran into a couple of coworkers who he
often hung with during sporting events: Duane Miller, and Mac Davis. The
two men were changing casually, talking about (what else?) sports, as they
pulled off their work shirts and uniforms, to change into the regular
clothes. Milt had seem them change in front of him often enough, but never
took the time to really LOOK at them the way he did recently.
	Mac was a 41 year old married man with 3 kids, and often cheated on
his wife with a new mistress every couple of years. Milt never really
looked into how thick and masculine Mac's body looked. With his shirt off,
he could see the definitions in his thick muscular arms, from years of
lifting and carrying heavy packages. His mid-section was a little thicker
with age, but his chest was meaty muscular pecs, with rivet nipples that
stood out like arrows.
	Duane was young, only 24 yrs old (with a slim muscular build), but
had a steady girlfriend. Milt watched from the corner of his eyes as he
stripped down to his boxer shorts, his long flaccid `thingy' dangling
limply just behind the slit, threatening to spill out into the viewing area
at any minute. Milt had to FORCE himself from staring too long, feeling
like a predator as he began to wonder how long Duane's long phallus was,
and how well his two coworkers could top?


"Hey Milt..." called Duane (on cue), causing a chill to run up Milt's
fragile spine. "...you hanging out with us tonight at the sports bar...?"
he asked, pulling a pair of jeans from his locker.
	Milt kept his eyes diverted from his direction...


"I don't know..." he said, fumbling around in his locker, forgetting what
he was doing.


"C'mon man, you gotta come..., you still own a round of beers after that
last lost!"


"Oh yeah..." added Mac, "...you tryin'na welch on your bets, Howard...?"


"Naw..., not at all..." said Milt, waiting until Duane put on a pair of
pains and Mac threw on a fresh shirt before looking their ways. "...I
always pay my debts!"


"Maybe you can get that no-count brother of your to pay up also..." said
Mac, "...he's missed the last TWO games and I'm feelin' a lil' parched
tonight!"


"We'll see..." laughed Milt.



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EXTREME SPORTS


	Sports bars usually do well (with their big screens, multiple
televisions, hot waitresses, and enough pure ale to put a heard of fully
grown men in beer comas for a month), but on nights when the city's
favorite teams are playing, they usually triple their normal hauls.
	The heard of bull-men crowded around the bar tonight were some of
the closest friends of Milton and (his brother) Carl Howard had known over
the years. Friends like: Mac Davis, Jared Russell, Jaheim Jones, and Lemar
Wilson (had been around since Btw Bruhs-24, while), Duane Miller, Tarnell
Hughes, Vincent Keller, and Ezekiel Wilde (were new to the pot).
	They drank their favorite beers while yelling at the TV screens,
calling out plays and cursing the referees. While Milt had always enjoyed
the company of his friends, it took some time for Carl to get back into the
circle (after the events in Between Bruthas-24).


"How you been, Carl...?" asked Milt, sitting near the corner stool which
was occupied by his brother. "It's been a while since you hung out with
us. Everything alright...?"
	Carl (now 37) put his beer bottle up to his lips while everyone was
cheering the game...


"Charmaine's still being a bitch about letting me see Charlie...!" he said
with a sigh of frustration, tired of fighting his ex-wife.


"But I thought you and Char' put yall differences behind you and moved
on...?" said Milt, believing what his wife (Demceece) told him.


"I thought we did too..." said Carl, "...til I started dating my new
girlfriend...! I tell you every time I date someone new, she explodes and
starts pitting my son against me...! It's like she don't wanna see me
happy...!"


"She knows that's the best way of hurting you!" said Milt, matter of fact.


"Hell, she already got the apartment complex, one of the houses, the best
car, half my equity, and child support! What the fuck else CAN she
get...?!" complained Carl.


"That's what happens when you fuck over a woman who's had your balls in her
purse from day one!" advised Milt, with a chuckle.
	Carl looked over at his younger brother with distain.


"Your day's coming, baby bro..., mark my words...!" said Carl.


"Yo..., don't go jinxing me because Kendall videotaped you fucking him
without your knowledge..." whispered Milt, making sure no one but his
brother could hear him. "...when that shit happened to me, I went and made
SURE the motherfucker erased every copy!"


"As long as you continue to fuck around with men, you're putting yourself
at risk of getting caught...!" explained Carl, (perhaps) leaning from his
own experience. (?)


"You're telling me that you don't still fuck around...?" asked Milt,
looking at his brother skeptically.


"No!" answered Carl, quickly (a little TOO quickly for Milt's taste).


"Really...?" he asked, doubtfully. "You mean to tell me..." he said,
looking around before continuing... "...that you don't have yourself
another MARLON locked away somewhere that no one knows about...??"


"No!" answered Carl, going into deep thought. "There was a time when I
allowed myself to get CAUGHT UP in the power of dominating Marlon..." he
said, his dick twitching with life as memories of Marlon Overton lying in
bed naked on his back (with his legs pulled high above his head exposing
his temptingly delicious looking hungry male boi'gina) filled his
head... "...but I've since come to realize that I was reflecting the lack
of power I had in my marriage onto Marlon, making him do all the vile
demeaning acts I couldn't dare ask my wife to do!"


"Learned that after a few years in theory, did you...?" asked Milt,
mockingly.


"Laugh all you want, Milt..." assured Carl, begrudgingly. "...but the ONLY
reason you're not sitting here right now IN MY SHOES is because your wife
was stupid enough to believe you were too drunk to know you were fucking
her brother...!"
	Milt looked around (nervously) to make sure no one was listening...


"I'm not fucking with HIM anymore..." he said sternly (turning towards his
bottle), the memories of Marlon still too fresh to think about.


"That's cuz you still like him...!" said Carl, getting a hateful look from
Milt. "You almost left Deme for him..." he reminded, "...the ONLY reason
you didn't was because she was pregnant...!" (last chapter of Between
Bruthas). "Where do you think you and Marlon would be right now if she
never turned up pregnant...?"


"I don't know..." said Milt, turning his bottle up to his
lips. "...probably separated...!"


"Maybe..., maybe not..." said Carl, "...we'll never know..., cuz you're too
chicken shit to find out!"


"I picked my family over my feelings..." argued Milt, trying to keep his
voice down as some of his friends began to notice the tension between
brothers. "...unlike SOME FOOLS who left their wife and new born to shack
up with another man!"


"At least Kendall and I made a GO of it..." countered Carl. "...your punk
ass left Marlon sitting at home with his bags packed waiting for you to
pick him up...! You think there's something brave about walking away from a
battle with your tail tucked between your legs...? You think people respect
you because you stayed with a woman you were ready to leave that
morning...?! Let me tell you something, baby brother..., the only fool
sitting here today, is YOU!"


"Fuck you, Carl..." said Milt, shooting daggers. "...you're as big an
asshole now as you were back then!"


"Hey, you guys..." said Duane (drunkenly), flinging his arms about the
arguing brothers' shoulders..., "...why can't we all just get along here,
eh...?"


"I'm out!" said Carl, throwing his tab on the bar before leaving.


"Hey..., don't go...!" said Duane sadly, hanging off Milt's shoulder.


"Let him go..." said Milt, catching Carl's eye before he left. "...he's
bringing down my buzz...!"


"What's up with Carl...?" asked Mac, turning towards Milt on the next
stool. "...he got a hot date with Kendall...?"
	Everybody laughed out loud.


"Why don't yall lay off Carl about Kendall...?" asked Milton, having had
enough. "They haven't seen each other since Kendall moved to Atlanta 3
years ago!"


"We just like bustin' his chops..." said Mac, "...we've never had a guy go
GAY on us before...!"


"Gay...?" asked Duane, flinging his arms between Milt and Mac's
shoulders. "Who's gay...?"


"Nobody..." said Milt, pulling out his own tab. "I think I'm out too,
fellas..." he added.


"Nooooo..." said Duane, obviously unable to hold his beer. "...we jussss
gettin' starteddd...!"


"Hey Milt..." said Mac, stopping him before he walked away. "...you mind
dropping Duane off at home...? I think I wanna stick around until the end
of the game, and he's already 3 toasts to the wind...!"
	Milt looked irritated...


"Okay..." he said, pulling Duane with him.
	In the car, Duane couldn't stop talking about everything, and
nothing at all. He ranted about the job, the bosses, the hours, the pay,
his girlfriend, their apartment, her body, their sex lives, how tight her
pussy was, how badly she sucks dick, how tasty her pussy is, how horny he's
getting just thinking about how tasty shey is...
	Milt parked the car outside Duane's apartment complex, then helped
him up to his apt. Unable to find the correct key, Milt had to open the
door for him, then take him into the empty dark apartment where he led him
straight to the bedroom and dumped him on the bed.


"Where's your girlfriend...?" asked Milt, looking around the femininely
designed room.


"...ohshesatwork..." said Duane, falling fast asleep.
	Milt stood with his hands on his hips for a moment, having never
seen anyone pass out so quickly. He reached down and pulled off Duane's
sneakers, then pulled off his sticky socks. Thinking twice about just
letting him lay in bed fully clothes, he reached down and undid the boy's
pants, pulling his jeans off at the waist. When Duane's bright colored
boxers nearly came off with the pants, Milt caught a glimpse of the boy's
hairy abdomen and flat ripped stomach.
	Evil thoughts began to creep into Milt's mind as he wondered
(again) what the boy's bare dick looked like? Fighting temptation, he
attempted to walk away several times, knowing his next move could get him
in a lot of hot water. If word got around (somehow) that he liked dick or
went after Duane while he was drunk..., he wouldn't be able to show his
face at work again. But unable to help himself, Milt crept closer to the
bed, then checked to make certain that Duane was sleep. After testing he
reached up and gently pulled the boy's waistband down, revealing more of
his crotch and his flaccid prick which lay lazily over his hairy
balls. Milt reached in and picked the soft limp dick up, believing it to be
about 5 inches soft, and estimating it to possibly double in length when
hard...?
	Just then Milt heard the front door slam, then heard a female's
voice call out: "Duane...?"


"He's knocked out..." said Milt, startling the young lady as he came from
the master bedroom.


"Who'r YOU...??" she asked, clutching her beating chest as she
contemplating reaching for the phone to call police.


"My name's Milt..." he said, rubbing his hand on the side of his pants (to
get rid of Duane's crotch scent) before shaking hands. "...I work with your
boyfriend at UPS...!" he added, causing her to relax and sigh with
relief. "We just came back from a sports bar..., he's a lil' drunk...!"
explained Milt, getting an understanding nod from the girl. "I was just
putting him in bed when YOU came in...!"


"Oh thanks..." said the woman, gratefully. "...sometimes he sleeps all
night in his clothes..., I get tired of having to undress him after he
comes in from those bars...!"
	Milt laughed...


"Well I only got him half undressed...!" he said, having pulled his
underwear back up. "Tell him I'll see him at work tomorrow...!"


"Okay..." said the girl, walking him to the door.
	Milt breathed a sigh of relief. He nearly got caught
doing...something, he wasn't supposed to. His heart was still pounding in
his chest as he thought about what he almost did to his sleeping coworker.
	What was becoming of him...?"
	Milt was on his way back to his car (ready to turn in for the
night), when he got a text message from Gerald.


("you free tonight?") it asked.


("y? what's up?") asked Milt.


("My dick!") answered Gerald. ("can you meet me at Austin's?")
	Milt thought about it. It was already running kind of late. Meeting
Gerald at Austin's meant he'd have to give it up to Austin as well. Milt's
asshole began to pucker as the thought of taking two college studs back to
back (again). His dick was already hardening in his pants before he started
to text back...


("be there in 20 mins").



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NORTH PHILLY


	Milt rang Austin's doorbell, then waited outside on the stoop for
him to answer the door. It only took a few seconds before Austin came
downstairs, then opened one of the double French doors to allow him
in. Austin greeted Milt with smiles, recalling vividly their last
meeting. Shaking hands, the two men went back upstairs to wait for Gerald,
who hadn't shown yet.


"Let me take your coat..." offered Austin, as Milt warmed his hands by
rubbing them briskly together before taking a seat on Austin's
couch. "...he should be here soon..." said Austin, returning
quickly. "...he called about 10 minutes ago to sat you were stopping
through! Can I get you something to drink...? Water...? Cider...?"


"Naw, I'm kewl." said Milt.
	Austin took a seat (nervously) beside Milt on the sofa.


"I hope you weren't upset by the arrangement Gerald and I made the last
time you were here...?" he asked, hoping he hadn't offended the older man.


"No, I wasn't..." said Milt. "...caught me by surprise though..." he
laughed, "...I wasn't expecting to get fucked twice by two different
guys...!"


"Gerald should've told you beforehand..." sympathized Austin, understanding
Milt's apprehension last time.


"I don't know if I would've agreed to do it if I knew in advance..."
admitted Milt, thinking it over honestly.


"Do you regret doing it now...?" asked Austin, sensing something in Milt's
tone.


"No, no..." said Milt, firmly. "...I wouldn't be here if I did...!"


"Good..." smiled Austin. "...cause I liked it...!"
	Milt smiled back in agreement, stopping short of saying he did too.


"So..." he said, looking Austin over. "...you play basketball with
Gerald...? You both play for The Temple Owls...?"


"Yeah..." answered Austin. "I'm surprised Gerald told you..., he's usually
very secretive...!"


"Well.., we kinda had some things in common, leading one thing to
another..." said Milt, opting not to talk about Gerald's gay roommate
Marcus.


"He must trust you a lot...!" said Austin.


"You too..." said Milt, "...to bring me here...!"
	Austin laughed...


"I think I just might be the only OTHER gay guy Gerald knows...!"
	Milt stiffened, uneasily...


"You're gay...?" he asked, having hoped Austin was bi.


"Yeah..." answered the jock, honestly. "...I USED to date girls..., but
then I realized that that wasn't where my heart way, you know...?" Milt
nodded, not feeling completely comfortable in the company of confessed GAY
men. "I mean, I know a lot of sports guy like to hide their sexuality
behind the game, and dating girls..., but I don't want to have to hide who
I am from reality...! I just wanna be me. You know?"


"Yeah..." Said Milt, looking at his watch and wondering what was taking
Gerald so long?


"Are you in a rush...?" asked Austin, concerned.


"I uh..." thought Milt, knowing he could squeeze an extra hour out before
Deme would start calling to ask when would the game be over? "...have to
get home soon..." he said.


"Well..., we could, uh..." started Austin, unsure if he was stepping out of
line. "...WE could start now if you like..., while we're waiting for
Gerald...?"
	Milt thought about it, looking around to see if Austin had any
hidden cameras...?


"Why not...?" he asked, as Austin inched closer to him. Resting his hand on
Mit's thigh, Austin inched his hand up into his crotch, feeling the mound
between Milt's legs. Milt made no reaction as Austin's fingers began to
search for his tool, following the trailed outline of his growing dick as
it started to hard behind the material.


"Do you like to get your dick sucked...?" asked Austin, undoing Milt's
pants.


"Yeah." answered the older man, eager to feel someone lips around his dick
(since Gerald never offered). He lifted his hips as Austin got down onto
the floor between his legs, then pulled his pants (and underwear) down
around his ankles, revealing Milt's thick 9" dick, which fell out into view
like a giant Jack In The Box.
	Milt waited eagerly as Austin reached in and stroked his manhood,
examining the male phallus as thoroughly as any doctor Milt's ever had
study his dick. Caressing the meaty shaft back and forth, Austin reached
down with his free hand and cupped Milt's haiy nut sac, churning them about
in his fingers, testing them for volume. Afterwards, he allowed his fingers
to trail down Milt's ass crack, invading his musky space. Milt spread his
legs wider, giving Austin free reign over his body as the white male slowly
disappeared down between his legs. Milt could feel the boy's hot breath on
his ass as his tongue started to slither into his ass crack, searching for
his hole.


"Oh shit..." was all Milt could be heard saying as he lifted his legs into
the air, exposing more of his buttock.
	Austin saw the black man's muscled ass come into view as his ass
cheeks slowly parted, revealing the hairy lined valley hidden
in-between. Pressing his face into paradise, he began licking and sucking
the area, tasting the musky hole as he forced his tongue between the
tightly sealed anal lips. Milt groaned in pure pleasure as his asshole was
expertly sucked. How long had it been since he had his netherland sucked,
feeling a wet warm tongue wash over his rearly touched pucker?
	Austin felt his own dick rise to standing in his pants as he
pressed his face further up Milton's ass, drilling his tongue in deeper as
he feasted on the brown hole before him, sucking, slurping, and smacking
his lips tastily as he ate, feeling the course ass hairs rub roughly over
his tongue.


	After nearly 5 full minutes of ass eating, Austin licked his way up
over Milt's low hanging balls, taking them into his watery mouth (first)
one at a time before finally taking them both at once.  Milt moaned softly
as Austin spit washed his balls in the spin cycle, swirling the tender eggs
about in his mouth before spitting them out and moving his way up the
towering black totem pole which was Milt's leaning prick. Leaving visible
lick marks along the shaft, he licked his way up to the head, finding a
flourish of oozing seed forming at the tip, a strong indication that Milt
was liking everything he did.
	Licking away the tasty pre-cream, he oval his lips over the head
and enveloped the dick, taking it into his mouth and sinking his thin pink
lips down about the brown shaft. Milt watched with fascination as the white
boy blew him, bobbing his head up and down in his lap, taking far more dick
than Milt thought possible, stopping just short of deep throating.
	Finding a comfortable medium, Austin begin bobbing along the
length, using his mouth, lips, and tongue to suck and caress Milt's pole
gently, massaging and milking the shaft at the same time, trying to please
and pleasure him all at once.


	Milt watched Austin suck and slobber all over his 9" stick for
about 15 minutes, getting it nice and wet before finally standing up to
drop his own pants. Stripping naked, Austin grabbed a bottle of lubricant
off the nearby table, then began greasing Milt's dick. Milt's prick jumped
with excitement as Austin straddled his waist (face to face), then reached
back to guided Milt's dick to his asshole. Milt waited patiently as Austin
closed his eyes, then eased down, slowly sinking his buttock on the black
man's anchor.
	It only took a few minutes before Austin was sitting prone in
Milton's lap. He rested (fully lodged) on Milt's dick, allowing his body to
get used to the impalement as his asshole flexed, squeezed, and convulsed
about the embedded dick. Milt reached back and gently caressed Austin's
back and ass, helping to ease some of the pressure by not thrusting before
the boy was ready.


	Just then the front door open, and in walked 19 yr old Gerald
Grant. "I see yall started the party without me...!" he said, slamming the
door shut before he started to remove his Temple Owls jacket. "Don't stop
on my account..." he insisted, as Austin was about to dismount. He watched
as Gerald stripped naked, shedding his clothes with lightning
speed. Stepping over towards the sofa, he grabbed the bottle of lube and
began greasing his crank. Austin looked nervous, wondering if Gerald had
intentions of somehow double fucking him with two dicks at once? Instead
Gerald reached down and anointed Milt's anus with lube, rubbing his fingers
back and forth between the married man's ass cheeks. Getting on the floor
between Milt's thighs, he lifted Milt's legs and aimed his dickhead up to
the older man's hole, then shoved in.
	Milt grunted out loud as the dick pierced through his tight anus to
bury inside. Gerald ground his hips into Milt's ass as he successfully
embedded his pipe, feeling Milt's asshole convulse wildly on the length of
his dick. "Damn that ass is tight..." he moaned to himself, completely
oblivious to the pain shooting through Milt's rectum.


	Austin saw the pain on Milt's face as his asshole was roughly
penetrated. Feeling sorry for him, he began riding Milt's dick, trying to
take his mind off of his throbbing anus. Milt felt the white boy's ass
moving up and down his hard pole, even as Gerald started to move back and
forth through him, pulling and pushing his dick through Milt's fighting
ring. Milt's eyes widened curiously as the two strange sensations flooded
his mind at once, leaving his face with a peculiar grin.
	Gerald pulled off Milt's pants and underwear (tossing them out of
the way) as he began to set a steady pace, stroking in and out as the tight
gripping anus squeezed and flexed about him for a firm fucking. At the same
time Austin was riding Milt's prick, rising and falling his ass up and down
in his lap, burying the pipe 8 to 9 inches deep with each plunge. Milt
still held onto Austin's waist as the white male rode him like a
cowboy. Gerald held onto Milt's hips as he thrust in and out of him,
driving his dick home every chance he got while watching Milt's dick get
swallowed up by Austin's spread red hole.
	Seeing the two asshole (one light, one dark) swallow dick became
too much for Gerald to bear. Thrusting faster, he fucked Milt's harder,
plowing through his tight hole with nonstop strokes, his curved gland
digging 7 inches deep into Milt's hot gut. Milt squirmed in Gerald's hands,
lifting his own legs voluntarily to allow the dick to probe deeper. With a
loud grunt, he started thrusting up into Austin erratically, trying to get
as much dick into the white man's ass as possible as his dick suddenly
(unexpectedly) started shooting great gobs of semen into the man's hole.


"AARRRRRRHHHH...!!" screamed Milt, coming hard as his dick pulsed and
throbbed, shooting burst after burst of thick white bowel clogging sperm
into Austin's sucking anal orifice.
	Gerald felt Milt's orgasm even before it became apparent. He could
feel the asshole growing even tighter while he fucked, sucking his
thrusting shaft and milking him of his prized load.


"AWWWWWW YEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH...!!" yelled the boy, shooting inside Milt's
convulsing anus just as Milt started to cum inside Austin. Both men moaned
and groaned in unison, both achieving orgasms at the same time as their
dicks pulsed out heavy loads.


	Gerald was the first to recover as he quickly withdrew after
coming. Milt slowly lowered his legs to the carpet as Austin ground his ass
home, accepting all the cream Milt's dick had to offer.
	While Gerald was putting on his clothes, Austin pulled up off of
Milt's softening semi-hard dick, then knelt into position between Milt's
legs. Milt slowly rose his legs again as Austin aimed his own hardon up
between his cummy cheeks, then pressed in, sliding through the tight
buttery entrance. Milt moaned erotically, feeling his ass penetrated again
as he surrendered to the second fuck.


"Catch you guys later..." said Gerald, disappearing out the door just as
Austin began to thrust, sliding his thick white manhood in and out of
Milt's dark passage.
	Neither man said anything as Austin slowly drilled Milt's ass,
picking up speed and momentum along the way as his dick dove through
Gerald's spent load, using it to coat his dick as he easily slid in and out
of Milt's milking chute. Austin knew he wouldn't last long, having already
experienced Milt's milking abilities. He could feel the older man's cum
already starting to dribble out of his well fucked hole while he fucked,
making him feel ultra slutty as he poised Milt's legs up onto his shoulders
and rose up onto his feet for maximum advantage. Milt knew he was in for a
rough one when Austin pressed Milt's knees down against his chest and
started pounding.
	Milt squirmed on the couch (his head sinking further into the
cushions) as Austin started to get carried away, fucking, ramming,
slamming, and pounding his hole with deep boorish strokes. Milt maneuvered
until he was lying flat back against the cushions. Austin followed by
climbing further up onto the couch, never missing a beat as he slammed Milt
with all the power his 19 yr old athletic body could muster. Milt could see
the signs written all over Austin's face as his orgasm started to come
quick.


"UHH...OHH...AHH...AAHHHHHHHH...!!" he panted and scream, feeling his
churning balls wrench out f heavy load as cum pumped freshly from his
bouncing nut sac, filling Milt with a second load of baby making cream. "Oh
shit...!" moaned Austin, falling atop Milt as his soft (sweaty) curly head
rested against Milt's hairy chest. "Damn..." he panted, breathing hard
through his mouth as his dick pumped the last of his load into the black
man's pulsing anus...
	After a few minutes of bliss, Austin got up and pulled out of Milt,
allowing the married man to rise to his feet. Milt began searching for his
tossed clothing as Austin began to strap on his jeans. After dressing he
walked Milt back downstairs to the front door, shaking his hand as they
said goodbye.


"Thanks for stopping by..." said Austin, just as a female college student
entered the door, squeezing pass the two men occupying the foyer. "...hope
to see you soon...!"


"Yeah..." said Milt, showing no affection as he shook Austin's hand and
left, walking to his car which was parked a block away.



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	Milt arrived home just after 10pm. His wife Demeece had already put
the kids to bed, and had turned in early after talking to her girlfriend
(Linda) over the phone for a few hours. She heard Milt come in as she was
in the midst of falling asleep, then heard him fumble about the room in the
dark before sliding into bed behind her. Spooning, Milt reached around and
started to fondle his wife's big breasts through her nightgown. Deme
stirred, coming to life as Milt greeted her with an iron hardon pressed
into her buttock. Rolling onto her back, she allowed him to lift her gown
and rub his fingers between her legs, feeling her pussy. She moaned as
kissed her husband on the lips, tasting the stale beer and cigarettes in
his spit. She hated when he stayed out with the boys at the sports bar
after work, but she loved it when he came home feeling frisky and wanting
pussy. She could feel herself already growing wet as he rubbed her clit,
getting her juices flowing.
	With the hot fucking still fresh in Milt's mind, he mounted his
wife, pushing his unwashed dick into her vagina as he buried himself to the
hilt. Deme cradled her arms about Milt's back, hugging him closely as he
started to fuck her. She gasped in his ear as he nibbled on her neck,
pumping his hips up and down as he thrust his dick straight through
her. Deme spread her legs wider to accommodate her man, giving him all the
space he needed to get off in as Milt rose her long gown up over her
breasts and started sucking.
	Deme moaned as Milt took her right tit into his mouth and sucked
hard, feeding off the fat nipple while he fucked, thrusting straight
through her and slapping his balls against her ass. Deme always felt like a
woman when her husband fucked her, feeding her body his big dick as he
pounded her soft flesh with increasing aggression. The bed began to sway
and squeak under their combined weights, signifying to the neighbors next
door that everything was right in their lives.
	Milt switched over from one tit to another, biting and pulling the
fatty mounds lustfully while driving his dick 9 inches through her warm wet
flesh. Deme began to quake as she gushed with lust, her vagina clamped down
rhythmically as she orgasm from her head to her toes. Milt continued to
pound her, fucking straight through her climax for a few more minutes
before his ass cheeks clenched together like two sunken footballs.


"AARRRRRHHHH...!!" he screamed as he came, shooting a potent load of fresh
sperm into his woman's womb. Deme's pussy tightened and clamped around him,
milking him lovingly as he temporarily lost all strength in his climax. It
took several minutes to recuperate. When he was finally strong enough to
pull out, he rolled back off her as she cuddled up next to him, feeling all
warm and fuzzy as she lay her head against his hairy chest and fell asleep.



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