Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2001 04:16:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: auntyjean@yahoo.com
Subject: watching the Miners 5

Watching the Miners 5

(Back to work)

	Sore and pummelled I sat there on my bed and watched my fellow miners
get ready for work. Josh emerged dripping and naked from the shower, he
said nothing but we held eye contact for a minute then he swaggered over
to his bunk. I watched as other miners showered and dressed, pulling
their underwear on, watching as they pulled their jeans over their hard
bodies, some of the guys didn't wear underwear, and the idea of tackle
swinging free and getting sweaty at work was almost too much for me. I
started feeling confused again, don't get me wrong I had loved being
fucked by a man in the shower, every minute, but still I had let myself
get fucked by a man. It was just too weird for me, I reckoned that I had
to get some pussy, perhaps that would sort me out, but then again there
was that note that invited me to the showers tonight at nine...

	I got up from my bunk and pulled my T-shirt on and stared as that hairy
brute Pete as he strode out of the shower, he too seemed to have caught
the mood of the morning and was wearing nothing but drips of water. He
was a thick hulk of a man, far bigger than I was and his penis reflected
his stature, he wasn't beautiful far from it, he was a squat semi-ugly
monster, yet still I was attracted to him. His penis seemed spectacular
to me yet squat and fat, and as he passed my bunk he gave me a wry look
that I could not understand. Shaking slightly I pulled out a cigarette
and smoked trying to order my thoughts as I watched the guy's head out
of the dorm and off to work. I watched Josh swagger off seeming pleased
with his conquest of me, I couldn't tell what he wanted but he
definitely got off on the fact that he had fucked me. As my hut dwindled
away it was only Peter that remained, for some reason he was still naked
facing away from me bending over and drying his feet. His arse crack was
darkened by profusion of black hair and for some reason I couldn't help
but stare at his trench transfixed, he was a dominating man, and he knew
it. His back was incredibly muscular and I stared at it for a good long
while, suddenly he turned round and leered at me.

	`What ya looking at faggot?'

	I gulped and turned away, but he strode towards me stark naked, his
balls swinging and his big chunky dick hanging low.

	`Yeah that's right I'm talking to you. You want some of this do
you?'

	I lay there stunned unsure of what to do, alone with this naked hairy
brute standing over me. He reached between his legs and started to stroke
his rapidly stiffening penis.

	`You want some of this do you?"

	I said nothing but sat there silently on my bunk while he towered over
me glowering yet alluring at the same time. There was a violent threat
that seemed to emanate from his body that I couldn't understand but
still made me sit there as he towered over me stroking his fat penis.

	`Suck it faggot." He simply ordered. I sat there dumb and unmoving as
if transfixed by his bulk and his threat.

	`I said suck it.' He repeated, but I merely sat there silent and
stunned.

	`Okay fag boy, let's play it differently. Take your top off.' He was
still slowly stroking his penis that now was a full and fat nine inches,
I gulped but obeyed for some unknown reason I didn't want this brute, he
would hurt me. I pulled my top slowly over my head, perhaps a little too
slowly as I was relishing his commands.

	`Now your jeans fag boy, slide `em off, show me what you got.' Almost
hypnotised by his fierceness and nearness I slowly pulled open the
buttons on my jeans one by one. I could see in his eyes the growing
excitement as he saw my mound of dark pubic hair emerge. Quickly followed
by the rapidly thickening shaft of my penis.

	`Leave `em there he barked.'

I left my jeans half poised around my thighs and laid back unsure of what
to do, my penis was still trapped by my jeans and was straining
desperately to get out. He lumbered onto the bed and knelt over my body.
He just knelt over me looking down with a half mad gleam in his deep-set
eyes. Slowly and deliberately he reached out a fat hand like a bunch of
bananas and grasped my erect nipple and fiercely twisted, I tried to
scream but this other thick hand came down hard on my mouth muffling my
cries.

	He leered at me and pulled his hand off my swollen nipple, I looked down
and my eyes widened in half fear at the red weal that he had left on my
pec. He pulled his hand away from my mouth I spat at his chest in anger.
He looked down as the globule of spit run down among his coarse black
hairs that covered his burly body. He laughed as it dripped down his
stomach and run between his legs to fall on my quivering stomach. He
brought a sausage like finger to the spit and then brought it to my lips.
Eagerly, too eagerly, I sucked it off and took his monster digit into my
hungry mouth. He just knelt above me trapping me and leering down at me.

	`I'm gonna fuck you smith, then you're gonna clean my prick, and
you're gonna love it. I'm gonna stick you like a stuck pig.'

	I quivered in anticipation my eyes transfixed by his fat dick that
wavered in front of me.

	`Roll over smith!' He ordered, I did little to resist, spinning
quickly under him presenting him with my half-exposed pert arse. Was this
rape? Could I resist, would I want to? I just lay there on my front
waiting to be pummelled yet again. I felt him shuffle down my body and I
waited for the savage thrust that would mark his conquest of my arse.
Instead of the ravaging I expected I felt warm breath brushing my cheeks
and unconsciously I clenched in anticipation of what was to come. Feeling
his thick hands on my buttocks he thrust them apart and plunged his
tongue into my warm hole, his tongue strained deep into my hole
lubricating and stimulating. His stubble rubbed against my sensitive arse
and this coupled with the rimming caused me to write and groan under the
weight of Peter. He seemed never satisfied and he licked and slurped away
between my cheeks for what felt like hours. His hands seems desperate to
pull my cheeks as far apart as possible in order to gain the deepest
access possible to my warm wet hole. Slowly he pulled his fat tongue out
licking between my cheeks. I moaned in sorrow at his leaving but it was
coupled with what I knew was to come.

	`I taste someone else Smith, what you been up to?'

	My voice muffled by the pillow tried to explain my activities of the
last day and night taking particular care to explain the details of this
morning's shower. I could see him relishing the details and his dick
grew even fatter.

He yanked my jeans down to around my knees and I turned round to look at
the giant who knelt above me. He was fixed on my arse licking his lips in
anticipation. He fixed me with a hungry evil grin and raised his fat hand
like a magician performing a trick and without remorse plunged three
fingers into my wet slick arse. I gasped in shock and pleasure he merely
grunted and thrust his fat digits in further. I moan and raised my arse
higher to give him deeper access and in response he twisted and contorted
his fingers deep into my hole. I felt a harsh slap across my arse, I
started in surprise and turned to see Peter relishing the pain he had
caused me, and softly stroking the red welt he had caused on my arse. The
fear must of shone in my eyes for he seemed to build himself in statue to
tower above me ready to hurt me and use me for his own pleasure. With a
slurp he yanked his three sausage like digits out of my sopping arse and
warned me, `I'm gonna fuck you hard, smith, like a man fucks a man.'

I shuddered in anticipation and my eyes fell to his fat throbbing shaft
that danced enticingly behind me.

"You ready to bite that pillow?' He asked.

I Just kept my head twisted round staring at his hulk and he pawed his
way up me and placed the dripping end of his penis over my sloppy hole.
He placed his gnarled and corpulent hands on my shoulders and with a
grunt of conquest forced his thick dick into my wet hole. I groaned in
surprise and pain as he remorselessly plunged deep into me. I buried my
face in the pillow to stifle my cries, but on hearing my half moans half
groans he seemed egged on and delved deeper and further into my aching
ring. I wanted to plead to beg him to go gentle but as I felt his
throbbing dick worm up inside me I could no more ask him to stop than I
could deny my new feelings. With a dull slap his furry belly crushed my
back and I could feel his balls rub against my arse.

`Awh shit, that feels could. I gonna fuck you long and hard, and then
we're gonna play some more. Now ask me to fuck you Smith, Beg me.'

`Fuck me?' I asked simply.

`Not good enough!' he barked and a savage deliberately painful thrust
was my reward. I gasped for air and tried to find the words to beg him to
fuck me.

`Please fuck me Peter, fuck me hard, fuck me like a man, please...'

`That's better bitch, you better get ready.' I tensed waiting for him
to slam into my arse to use me like a mere thing, I waited anticipating.
Instead of the onslaught I was expecting I felt him slowly pull out
almost entirely just leaving his bell-end pulsing in my tensing ring
before he softly slid back in. I moaned gently reaching behind me with
one hand to feel his huge hairy arse. He didn't stop as he slid back in,
he just kept going further and deeper until the weight on my back was
stifling and I nearly choked.

`That's how I like arse, deep and hard.' He murmured panting in my
ear.

I couldn't speak feeling choked by the fat penis that slowly slid into my
arse and completely plugged me up. I felt a harsh slap on my arse and
turned to see Pete with his heavy hand raised ready to slap me again.  This
turned me on more and I relished in the sensation of his dick sliding into
me coupled with the mild pain of the slaps he was administrating to my
arse. He started to pick up his pace slamming into my sore hole harder and
harder, no remorse, and reinforcing his conquest with the firm slaps to my
red raw behind. Like a randy rabbit I bucked under him raising my arse to
allow him to thrust in still further, my soul was lost now and heard myself
moan and murmur caught up in the sensations that I was receiving. If I
wasn't sure before I knew it now that this was how I liked sex, between me
and another beefy man. Reaching under me I placed my callused hand around
my desperate shaft and started to give it the release I so desperately
needed. He saw my self-stimulation and this stirred him to new heights
slamming remorselessly into my hole. I began to climax and he knew it
feeling the contractions of my ring around his fat dick. With a final
desperate plunge he buried himself deep into me and I felt wave after wave
of warm cum flood into my aching bowels whilst I felt red hot spurts of cum
cover my chest and hand.

He collapsed on top of me and lay crushing me panting and heaving. I lay
bruised and sore on the bed feeling his cum deep inside whilst mine own
coated my chest.

`How was that you?' He coldly asked. In response I just clenched my
ring around his still hard dick and was rewarded by a dull moan from
Pete. He lifted himself up trying to pull out, but a resolute
determination gripped me and I clenched and tried to keep him buried
inside me. But he the bigger man slowly pulled out, and I felt he move
down my body until once again his warm breath was caressing my pummelled
hole. I reached behind me with my hands and spread y cheeks, hoping he
would once again delve deep with his thick tongue. I waited tensed my
dick flaccid and soaked in my own sticky juice. Sadly I felt him move off
and I looked round to see him standing behind me looking down as I lay
with my jeans around my knees and my cheeks spread apart. He just
chuckled and walked off. Feeling ashamed I pulled my hands from my cheeks
and turned over on the bed. The fine hair on my belly was covered with
globules of cum and gently I smeared my hands across my stomach,
revelling in the feel of the fluid. I could see that Peter was watching.

`C'mon bitch we'll be late for work. It's gonna be a good shift.'

I nodded and pulled my jeans up not bothering to put on boxers of wipe
the cum off me. I pulled y T-shirt on and set off to leave for work. As I
walked past Pete he pulled me to him and placed his hand up inside of my
T-shirt and smeared his hand over my cum. He pulled his hand out and
rubbed it over his face.

`See ya down the mine, bitch.'

Unsure again of y feelings I opened the door to the dorm and strode out
into the morning chill. I could hear the clank of the lift in the
distant, and I knew one thing for sure this shift was gonna be a little
bit different.


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