Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2011 08:34:07 -0800
From: marianasdeep3@hushmail.com
Subject: Fucked by the Man of the House

I was last, but eventually I got fucked by the man of the house.
We all became his bitches.

My junior year of college, my girlfriend Vicki and I decided to
live together, sharing a house with a couple of friends she knew.
They were a brother and sister, Paul and Cindy.  We were all
college students, but Cindy had a boyfriend Robert who was a day
laborer, an electrician I recall.  Robert was a live-in with Cindy,
but not officially renting with us.  Cindy's parents would have had
a fit otherwise. But Robert was always in the house and always
slept with Cindy.  Her brother Paul had his own room, and Vicki and
I shared a room.  We had just started fucking, me for the first
time at the ripe old age of 21.  Paul had just come out to his
sister, and so far did not have a steady.  Robert and Cindy were
always fucking.  How could we tell?  They were loud, especially
Cindy's moaning.  I found it to be a turn on, but it made me
uncomfortable:  it was Robert's virility that was turning me on.

Robert and I did not get along.  He had no respect for college
students, or anyone with a college degree.  He was younger, about
19, and I found myself arguing with him all the time.  His attitude
and immaturity triggered it.  One day when Robert was at work, I
got into a discussion about him and his attitude with Cindy.

"Cindy, if you agree with me that he's a slob and lacks respect for
us, what do you see in him?" I eventually asked.

She thought about it a bit, and finally admitted, "He's got a huge
cock."

That sorta ended the conversation.  I was surprised by her
bluntness, and that her relationship simply came down to that, that
sex was that important.  But it also left me more uncomfortably
drawn to Robert's virility.  I have no dick to speak of.  In fact,
Vicki was getting frustrated that I couldn't satisfy her.  Robert
on the other hand was satisfying Cindy all the time.  The audible
fucking made that obvious.  I was feeling less and less a man.

Feeling less a man was amplifying my closeted homosexual side.  I
guess by 21, I was done denying it was there, and was considering
myself bi.  Paul eventually outted himself to the house, and it
didn't help matters that he was bringing home handsome boyfriends,
even if he wasn't sleeping with any of them yet.  I also knew he
was buying gay magazines, and uncharacteristically for me, I
decided to explore his room.  I found his stash under his bed.  I
started making more and more frequent trips to his room to jack off
when no one was home.  Then I got caught ... by Robert.

"So you like cock, huh?" Robert said to me, his head sticking in
the door from the hallway.  I was startled and completely exposed.

"Just curious." I eventually managed to reply.  I was now sitting
up on the edge of the bed.

"Well, how about you satisfy your curiosity by giving me a
blowjob?" he asked.

"No thanks." I said, starting to feel uneasy as well as
embarrassed.  To be busted by Robert, no less, my nemesis.

"How about you give me a blowjob or I'll tell Vicki about your true
desires?" he extorted.  I was trapped, and all my past excitement
about him was now giving me a boner.  He seemed to know it.

"I'm just giving you a chance to get what you want." He said.

When I didn't respond or move, he walked up to me, unzipping then
unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them off the hips.  When his
underwear was at face level, he surprised me by grabbing the back
of my head, pulling my face into his underwear bulge as he lifted
his shirt.  I got a huge wiff of his musky crotch odors as I stared
at his treasure trail, following it up to his navel below the base
of his lifted shirt.  As I was looking up, I met his gaze.  It
dropped my resistance, and he knew it as he pulled down the elastic
of his underwear, his cock hardening and rubbing precum on my
cheeks, nose, and chin.

"Open those pussy lips." He commanded.

I gave up the fight and complied, me the act of opening my mouth,
him the act of inserting, and just that fast I was sucking my first
cock.  Cindy was right, his cock was huge.  My lips were stretch
full just to get around it and get the head in, and he was long.  I
could only accommodate about a third of its length before it was at
my throat causing me to gag.  He loved my gagging.

"Ahh, that's it you cocksucker.  Choke on that for awhile.  You're
just like Paul." He said.

I was surprised enough to push him back, enough to get his cock out
of my mouth.

"Paul sucked your cock?" I asked.

"Who do you think outted him?" He asked.

"He told his sister he thought he might be gay, before he told
anyone else." I said.

"Well he confided in his sister and his sister confided in me.  I
took it upon myself to confirm it for him, just like I'm doing with
you now.  We started with blowjobs too, and I had him fucked by the
end of a week." He said.

"You FUCKED him?" I asked shocked.

"Yeah, and I'll be fucking you by the end of the week too." He
said.  Just as I was thinking to myself, "No way" he commanded,
"Enough conversation.  Suck my cock," and his cock went right into
my mouth, knocking at the door of my throat.

My head was a swirl of sexual lust thinking about this lanky twit
getting blowjobs and fucking both Cindy and Paul, and now I was
working his cock.

"Here, let's pull your shirt off and do the tit test." he said.  My
mouth came off his cock just long enough for my shirt to go over my
head.  He grabbed my upturned tits and pulled up on them.  I
moaned, and MOANED.

"Yep, a cocksucking bitch.  You can always tell by the tits." he
said.

I couldn't believe how long I was sucking his cock.  Not that he
wasn't ready to blow his load right away.  He just had complete
control.  I was tasting precum the whole time.  But when he worked
up a load, I could start to taste it, drawing a little cum out the
end.  Then he would pull out and wipe his cock on my face and
chest, re-insert, and I would be at it again.  His cock was so
wide, and I had been sucking for so long, my jaw started to hurt.

His cock didn't fit, so he aimed it at the roof of my mouth.
Either my tongue would slurp the whole underside of his cock, or
else it would stab the back of my throat and gag me.  I was gagging
and slurping the whole time.  Suddenly he grabbed my head, inserted
firmly, and blew his load.  The first two blasts hit the back of my
mouth with no place for the sperm to go but down my throat.  I was
swallowing my first cum load.  He pulled back, filling my mouth
with cum from a few shots, before withdrawing his cock to blast a
few loads on my lips.  With his cock out of my mouth, I managed to
expel some cum from my mouth.  But then he just wiped his cock all
over my face, reinserted the cock and the cum with it, and held
firm.  Another four or five pulses added, and all the sperm went
down my throat.

When he pulled his spent cock out of my mouth, he brought his
underwear back up from his knees and put it away as if it were a
toy of mine.  My face was a cum smeared mess.  I was grimacing,
smacking, licking the inside of my mouth, and wiping excess cum off
my lips with my hand, all in a desperate attempt to get rid of the
taste.

 "Pretty good cocksucking.  We'll work on that some more before I
fuck you and get your ass ready to take cock.  All pussies need to
be able to take cock up their butt.  End of the week, max.  I
promise."

With that he left the room.