Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:03:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division, gay male, incest chapter 8

This story continues to depict graphic descriptions of sex between males,
including relatives.  If that offends you, or if it is illegal to read or
possess such material where you live, leave now.  All characters are above
the legal age for consensual sex where you live.  This is a fantasy!  It is
entirely fictional. The author does not condone either unsafe sex or any
kind of sexual abuse or exploitation of minors.  Your comments are welcome
at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com

SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION
CHAPTER EIGHT
INITIATION, part two

	Dad and Colin and I sat on the sofa, right in front of the action.
Hell, I'd be up there twice (not everybody knew that yet), and I needed to
be close, and see what others did.  I'd never even so much as seen anybody
fuck before, live, except the guys doing Eddie earlier that morning, and
that was quick and dirty.
	Nick and Jared took the loveseat at ninety degrees to our left.
Opposite us, four chairs had been drawn up, and they were occupied by Steve
and Andy, and Stewart and Joey.  At ninety degrees to our right, Eddie sat
in the easy chair.  There were two empty smaller chairs beside that, for
Greg and Rob when they finished.
	Greg looked at Eddie, and he nodded.  Greg and Rob crawled up onto
the leather ottoman, which was six feet across, their scrotums dangling
vulnerably, and both showing pink assholes to the spectators.  Several
viewers giggled nervously, knowing they'd be there shortly.
	Job number one was to fluff Rob, who was not the least bit hard,
and not too impressively hung soft, though otherwise, he was a fine-looking
fellow.  He was only middle height, short by our standards (though taller
than little Greg), but had a nice, all-over tan and a lean, toned body with
little body hair.  He rotated around to lie on his back, his knees bent,
legs spread, and feet planted flat.  He had pretty, rather than handsome,
feet.  His glasses had been removed.
	Greg moved in on his target.  Greg slurped his cock up into his
mouth and began to work it with his tongue and lips.  Rob laid his head
back and closed his eyes, imagining, perhaps, that he and Greg were utterly
alone, or his fellator had big tits.  His dick did begin to respond
quickly.  It shot up to what looked like around seven inches, quite
acceptable anywhere except within the Caldwell clan.  Greg was hard, too,
and his big dick made Rob's look much less significant.
	 I glanced at Dad's crotch to see how he was doing.  Ready for
lift-off.  No need to fluff here.
	Suddenly, Greg swiveled around and presented his backside to Rob,
on his knees. Rob pulled Greg's plug, a little too quickly.  Maybe he was
fearful of losing his erection.  He grabbed the closest lube bottle (there
were several), and smeared his dick and Greg's hole.  His dick was shiny,
and looking much more respectable now.  His fingers, three of them,
disappeared inside Greg's butt hole.  Then, Rob pressed his cock head
against the hole and looked at Eddie, who nodded.  The head slipped in.
Greg just flicked his eyebrows good-naturedly.  "Go on," he said.
	Rob slid the rest of the way in slowly.  Then, he began to fuck
with his hips.  He rested his hands on Greg's hips, but as his thrusts
increased in force and speed, he grasped Greg's pelvis and pulled it toward
him on each thrust.  Greg began to groan, sort of "uhhhhhh."  Eddie watched
his face carefully for any sign of discomfort.  Sometimes it's hard to tell
the difference between sexual agony and sexual ecstasy.
	It took Rob just five more minutes to breed Greg.  His own face
became more contorted, twisting his handsome features.  Sweat began to
dribble from his hairline.  It gathered in beads on his upper lip, which
was strangely white as the rest of his face turned red.  At last, he jabbed
Greg's gut abruptly and shuddered.  He was pumping seed into his bitch.
The breeding was accomplished.
	The two froze for a moment as the fuck-tube emptied itself.  There
was no applause-this scene sort of felt like a performance, but that was
not its purpose.  Eddie tossed towels to the two young men, and they rose
to take their places beside him, Greg carefully placing his towel under his
soon-to-be-dripping rump.
	Nick and Jared, up next, had been casually fondling one another
during Greg and Rob's little exhibition, but nothing serious.  They
appeared quite confident they'd be able to accomplish the assigned task
with us looking on.  Both sported big boners, which the brothers kept fresh
with light strokes and tickles.  Their close relationship was a turn-on to
me.  Jared kept whispering into Nick's ear, and Nick would smile; they were
obviously very into one another, and appeared very devoted, with Jared
clearly the dominant one of the pair.  Now, they crawled toward us onto the
platform.  Jared was a filled-out, mature, and very sexy version of his
younger brother.  It gave me hope for Nick to be even much hotter in five
years, if Jared was any indication.  I seemed to remember Jared having
skinny legs, too, a few years earlier.
	Nick turned around to present his rump toward Eddie, and Jared
gently pulled, then relaxed, then pulled Nick's plug until it slid smoothly
out.  Nick relaxed his sphincter in a demonstration of muscle control.
Damn!  I was glad I had a good view of that!  The opening held its shape,
round as a golf ball, deep pink inside, disappearing into dark, clean
recesses.  Jared immediately planted his tongue inside and began to
French-kiss his brother's rectum.  He pressed his face against Nick's
buttocks.  He was not a member of the SSD himself, but as far as I could
tell, he was far from straight.  My cock soared from my midsection.  I
decided to lie with my head in Dad's lap, his hard dick against my right
ear, and rest my feet on Colin's thighs.  I needed to massage my unit as I
watched this sexy pair.
	I didn't get to, though.  Dad reached over and did it for me.  I
was totally OK with that, but having my dad fondle me like that was so new,
it still sort of flipped my wig.  Every time I started to go too far toward
ejaculation, he moved up to finger my navel and tweak my nipples.  But
Colin began to massage my feet.  Then, as Jared licked Nick's hairless
balls from the backside (his were hairless, too), Colin lifted my left foot
and began to lick and suck on it.  There was no danger whatever of my
losing my erection anytime soon with all this going on.  My challenge would
be not to cum while on the sidelines.
	Jared turned to those of us sitting around watching, and said,
"Man, I've been so looking forward to this!  Breaking in my little brother!
What a great job to get!"  He grinned with pride and anticipation, and ran
his hands up Nick's backside from buttocks to shoulders.  Jared picked up a
lube bottle and began to prep his brother's smooth hole.  Nick opened it up
for him again, and he inserted a gooey finger without even touching the
opposite side of the hole, it was now so big.  He swirled his finger around
it.  His big, cut cock was so hard, it was jerking with his heart-beat,
which seemed rapid.
	"Ready, Bro?"
	"Do it. Bro."
	Jared pulled up behind Nick's ass, planted his big cockhead where
his tongue and fingers had been earlier, and leaned forward.  The two
bodies were smoothly joined as one in a single fluid motion.  Nick smiled
with satisfaction.
	"Feels so good, Jar."
	"You're telling me!"
	Jared began to slide his meat slowly in and out.  He brought the
big head almost all the way out, then reversed smoothly and eased it back
again.  They did this for several minutes, driving themselves, and us,
crazy with lust.
      Rob had sat down on the front of his chair, sporting a renewed
hard-on, and at first, Greg sat beside him.  After a moment, though he
moved over and sat in Rob's lap, on his erection.  Rob watched the action
over Greg's left shoulder, while Greg wiggled on his lap. I turned over on
my side, away from the action, and nursed on Dad's nuts.  Being able to
take that liberty with him was also such a new thing-it sort of blew my
mind.  Colin continued to slick my toes with his tongue.  Dad's fingers
moved from my crotch to my ass, fingering my butt plug, and tickling down
toward my low-hanging testicles.  I later observed that Rob's gaze was
riveted on my butt.
      I turned my head back toward the "stage."  Now, Nick was flat on his
back, his long, slim feet raised and spread, pulling them back at the
knees.  Jared's weight rested primarily on his feet, planted on the floor,
but his crotch was still plastered against Nick's anus.  His buttocks still
rose and fell, but a little faster now.  His balls hung to the leather of
the ottoman.  Like most of the tops, he'd left his ass unshaven, and it
looked strong and manly. These brothers' legs were hairier than our family
average, and Jared's were sexy as hell, so long and muscular.
      He took hold of his brother's thin ankles and pulled upward, rising
with Nick's buttocks so that he was standing straight beside the table,
suspending Nick upside down by the ankles, though his shoulders, and most
of his weight, rested on the leather surface.  He continued hunching, his
balls still dangling low.  He picked up his pace.  Nick's face was turning
a little red, and he was kind of huffing.  Eddie caught his eye and raised
his eyebrows.  Nick managed a strained smile, and nodded rather blissfully.
The fucking continued.
      Suddenly, Nick began to vocalize indescribably, and cum shot out of
his dangling, but brick-hard cock onto his stomach and chest.  Nick wiped
up a glob on his finger and ran it into his mouth.  Looking up, he saw
Jared curving his tongue out at him.  He scooped up another big glob and
lifted it to Jared's mouth.  Jared closed his eyes and smiled, still
humping.
      Jared now stood on the ottoman and curled Nick's ankles over his
shoulders.  Now the long, slender feet dangled over his back towards us.
Jared was driving his dick up and down into Nick's chute like a
well-driller.
      Eddie looked at his watch.  "Can you finish him?" he asked.
      "Oh, Man-n-n," groaned Jared, "This is so much fun!"
      "You'll have plenty more fucks once you finish this one," laughed
Eddie.  "We have four horny pairs waiting!"
      Jared carefully peeled Nick's legs forward so that he rolled off of
his cock, and landed on all fours, his head flipping up right at Jared's
crotch.  Immediately, he latched on and started sucking the big dong that
had just slipped out of his own butt.  Jared stretched, his muscled
backside awesome to behold, and I now noticed how he glistened with sweat.
      "Whoa, I'm too close," he cautioned.  "Let me get back in the proper
hole."
      He stepped around to Nick's backside and knelt again between his
feet.  He rammed his unit right back into the asshole it had previously
emerged from, and again began to hunch, doggie-style.  Now, we had full
view of both men's faces as they rutted.  Jared's thrusts were forceful
now, with a purpose.  We heard the rhythmic, wet slap of his thighs on
Nick's hips.  He was deep-dicking his bro powerfully.  Nick's head snapped
slightly at each blow to his backside.  He moaned.  Yet another set of
ejaculations erupted from his dangling cock onto the leather.  Then, Jared
shouted and tossed his head in ecstasy.  He thrust deeply into his
brother's bowel.  The servicing was accomplished, as requested.
      Both boys needed the towels Eddie handed them.  I could already see a
line of slime dripping down Nick's thigh as he hopped off the big ottoman.
The brothers stepped out of the circle to dry themselves, as Steve and his
brother Andy grinned at one another.  Both sported big boners already, as
did the whole room, except for Nick and Jared.  Theirs would soon return,
however.  Nick mopped up his sperm puddle on the ottoman.
            Now, Steve, still grinning, lay on his back across the center
of the ottoman, his head raised.  Andy knelt at his head, facing his feet.
Steve immediately sucked Andy's rod, a typical Caldwell unit at eight
inches and thick, but one of the uncut models, into his mouth.  Andy's
heavy balls parted around Steve's handsome nose.
      Andy, for his part, pulled Steve's thighs forward under his arms,
rolling Steve's back up.  He jiggled Steve's butt-plug by its base, and
slowly pulled it to stretch the anus again to maximum.  Steve hummed on his
big kazoo, while Andy ate him out.  His long, curly hair flowed around
Steve's buttocks.  It seriously turned me on to see these pairs of brothers
chowing down on one another's assholes.
      Soon, Andy reached for the lube, and just poured some into the open
man-hole.  He fingered it a bit, but was quickly satisfied.  The garage was
ready to receive its new vehicle.  He pulled his cock from Steve's mouth
with an audible pop.  Taking his boy by the ankles, he spun him around to
bring his oily butt in line with his own prostate pleaser, which was a
thing of beauty once it unfurled its foreskin.  In fact, Andy was model
material all over.  His body was not so tall, about five feet ten, but he
was very well muscled, obviously knew his way around the free weights, and
his waist was very narrow.  He had firm, tight buttocks and thick, strong
thighs.  All these attributes were put on display as he thrust his prong
into Steve's ready rump and went to work on him.  At first, he leaned back
to let us see the full length of his rod sliding in and out of the young
man's insides.  Soon, he let go of Steve's ankles, leaned on
 his hands, and increased the speed and force of his thrusting.  Steve's
eyes were closed, and he grunted on every thwack of Andy's hips against his
butt.
      Then Andy pulled out and stood.  Steve flipped over onto all fours,
and Andy reinserted his big tab into the waiting slot.  Steve kept his hips
high, supporting himself on his knees, but his upper body collapsed onto
the ottoman.  Andy assumed a push-up position, stretched his legs out full
length and supported them on his toes, and thwacked Steve's butt with his
hips, driving his rod repeatedly into Steve's open gut.  Steve moaned, Andy
grunted, and then shuddered as his semen flowed into his recipient.
Steve's ass was amply seeded.  -2-
      Later, Eddie would tell me that, while many Caldwell men never attend
one of these events, some get asked to service newbies on a somewhat
regular basis.  They become known, by word of mouth, as cherry-busting
specialists.  Joey, coming up soon, was getting to be one of these.
Stewart was his third virgin, if indeed he was a virgin.  Eddie himself had
initiated a half a dozen or more men.  The only man close to that score
was-my dad, Scott!  I was his fourth!  He was known in the family for firm,
lasting, trustworthy erections, and for gentleness, sensitivity, and
staying power.  All much in demand, said Eddie.  The more I learned about
his exploits, the more I felt proud of my papa!

      While we watched the final pair before Dad and I were up, Colin
leaned in and sucked on my dick a bit.  Dad was still hard as a stone, no
worries there.  I hoped I could remember what we had agreed upon, but
clearly, Dad knew what he was doing-I was going to get good and fucked, no
matter what I did!  Steve and Andy returned to their seats, drying their
sweat and cum with their towels, and I swiveled my feet to the floor,
popping my dick out of Colin's greedy mouth.  I took hold of Dad's dick and
pulled him forward with me, smiling broadly.
      I heard the music shift into Carly Simon singing, "Nobody Does it
Better."  I laughed, and most of the others did, too.  It was a perfect
choice by Eddie.  I was the only one tonight actually being busted by his
father, since Ralph had not showed.  Dad and I were twenty plus years apart
in age, and he had as much on me in terms of experience.  But we had equal
parts lust and testosterone going for us.  I let go of his cock and gave it
a few slurps.  I bent and presented him with my butt.  He grasped the base
of my butt plug and pulled it out slowly.  I felt blessed release, and also
unwelcome emptiness, at the same time.  I craved something in its place in
my ass, something a little longer, warmer, and more active.  Dad knelt and
rimmed my gaping hole.  He poured lube onto his fingers generously and
rubbed it over and into my rectum.  I was ready to be entered.
      I lay on my side as Dad had suggested, and raised a leg.  Dad got
down beside and behind me and supported the upper leg with his arm.  With
the other hand, he lined up his cock to my big, open hole, and planted his
bulbous cock head at the entry.
      "You ready, Will?"
      I just nodded.  "I was born ready," I started to say, but just left
it at that.
      I felt the head enter.  It was big, but I was so prepped and psyched
for it, I had no discomfort.  It went past the second ring, fine, no pain.
It was only after he pushed further than the butt plug had gone that I
began to experience a little stretching sensation.  Not pain really, but an
unfamiliar fullness.  He pushed all the way in.  I felt his short pubes on
my buns.  He wrapped his upper arm over my shoulder and drew us closer
together.  He pulled most of the way out, paused, and pushed all the way
back in, slowly.  It felt fine.  He did that again.  It felt more than
fine.  Once more, and I was begging.
      "Oh, Dad, fuck me.  Fuck your son, Dad.  I love it.  Harder."  I
heard his hips slap wetly on my backside.  Each thrust hit me deep within
my gut.  I felt like I was being run through, but it wasn't painful, just
exciting and pleasant.  Dad pulled out suddenly, and I almost cried out.  I
wanted, no needed, him back inside me.  But it was time to switch
positions.  I rolled up onto my knees, spread 'em, and presented my big
round anal opening to the room.  There were some low "Ahhh," sounds.  I
tried to 'wink' my asshole at Eddie, and I heard him laugh, so it must have
worked.
      Dad repositioned himself, and drove his big cock back into me, quite
forcefully.  He whispered into my ear, "Let's show our cousins here what we
can do. You up for it?"
      I nodded.  "Oh, yeah.  Fuck me, Dad, hard as you can fuck."
      He hurled himself into my gut, fell back, and thrust again.  My butt
and thigh muscles trembled with each blow.  He was gradually driving me
forward across the leather, but I scrambled back and pushed into him to
regain my territory.
      "Shit." I heard Andy say.
      "Keep it fun, there, Bro," cautioned Eddie.
      "It IS fun," I gasped.  "Time of my life." Dad's big dick was passing
back and forth sensuously over my prostate, and every firm thrust of his
crotch against my rectum sent a shiver through my entire pelvis.  My own
cock was like a steel rod, waggling with each pounding impact.  I gasped
again, and it erupted in a huge orgasm onto the leather.  Sweat dripped
from my forehead.  My ass was on fire with pleasure.
      Then dad nutted, too.  He stiffened his whole body.  I felt his
spongy dick head swell in my gut.  Then, trembling, he let loose with the
very baby batter I was formed from.  I felt deeply that my dream had been
fulfilled.  I was bred for real by my dad, whom I loved and admired.  I was
pregnant from him somehow.  I had his life in me.  We were united as one
from this moment.
      Dad slipped from my anus, panting.  He pulled me up into his sweaty
arms and drew me to his sweaty chest in a strong, happy embrace.
      "Thank you, Son.  Thank you for letting me be part of this with you."
      "I love you, Dad," I answered.  We kissed.
      My virginity was gone.  I was a man indeed.

-3-
	As we dried ourselves behind our sofa, Stewart and Joey stood and
crawled onto the leather surface.  They were definitely a hot couple.
Stewart lay on his back, and Joey lifted his legs up over his own thighs.
He caressed Stew's midsection and rubbed over his abdomen and up to his
pecs.  They looked into one another's eyes with mischief.  Dad and I
resumed our seats, but now I snuggled up against my next dance partner,
Colin.
      Joey reached under and pulled the plug out of Stewart's ass, and
Stew's eyes glassed over a bit.  He gave a little moan.  Joey pushed his
knees back, and Stew's butt rolled over to display his gaping hole.  Joey
poured and massaged some oil in.  Then he rolled the legs back most of the
way, set his big train engine at the entrance to the tunnel, and let
Stewart's thighs drop back down over his own, sliding the long column into
the tube.  Joey began to thrust his hips forward. We had the pleasure of
viewing the beauty of Stewart's long, lean, and strong body, beautifully
tanned and groomed right down to the toenails, draped across Joey's crotch
as he knelt beneath Stew's rump.  Joey reached up and caressed Stewart's
nips, and rubbed on his rippling stomach.  He put his hands under his
partner's buttocks and lifted and dropped Stew's pelvis onto his own, as
his hips continued thrusting.  Stewart's eyes closed, and he had the
 look of utter contentment.  His dick was sticking straight up.  Joey
grasped it and began jacking as he thrust.  The men came within seconds of
one another, Stewart's visible spray arcing up over his abdomen to his neck
and chest in a fountain, Joey's invisible injection squirting into Stew's
willing gut.  Joey lay down atop Stewart and the two men kissed deeply.  I
heard Stewart say, "Thank you, man," into Joey's ear, which he then nibbled
on as Joey responded, inaudibly to me.
      They lay in bliss for a moment, as Colin and I looked into one
another's eyes.
      "Ready, Stud-doggie?"
      "You're taking a big chance on me.  I never even did this!"
      "I think you have the instincts.  I'm not worried.  Besides, just to
give you something to think about-if you screw it up, your dad and his
brother are both sitting right here, and either one could take over and
finish the job for you."  He was smirking as he said this.
      "Thank you for reminding me.  I think I can handle it, baby.  I'm
going to make you my bitch."
      "Hmmmm.  Nice," he leaned in and kissed me deeply.  His dick soared.
Mine had been hard as stone for over an hour already, and I'd come once,
while Dad was fucking me.  I did not expect that to be a problem, though,
once I was imbedded in Colin's beautiful, solid-muscle, all-man ass.
      I thought of the previous morning, when I'd humped Eddie.  It felt
s-o-o-o-o-o-o good.  Nice and slick, and tight-it gripped my schlong all
the way from head to root.  I'd never fucked pussy, but my impression was
that it was looser.  I knew that Colin was truly inexperienced, and
expected him to be a nice, tight ride.  This was going to be fun.  I just
hoped I wouldn't blow my wad on the second stroke.
      As planned, I lay down on my back across the center of the ottoman,
spread-eagle like Leonardo DaVinci's famous figure drawing.  My erection
lay across my abdomen, past my navel.  Colin stepped astride my hips and
towered over me.  I had a terrific and lascivious view of his butt, his
taint, his low-dangling balls, all pink and smooth, and his big honker of a
dick, very hard, but jutting straight out from his body.  He slowly began
to bend into a squat over me.  As he descended, I reached up and grabbed
that last remaining butt-plug, and gave I a gentle twist and slow pull.  It
wrenched out of its lodging and pulled away from his big, red hole.  I
grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a generous handful into my palm.  As
his anus approached my groin area, I slicked it up, inside and out, wiping
the excess onto my member, which I hoisted into position to fill the
approaching opening.
      I made adjustments in angle to meet his asshole coming down.  The
head of my cock made contact with the opening, which it filled immediately.
Colin slowed his movement.  Gradually and gently, he let his weight settle
on my phallus.  My swollen head entered the vestibule of his anus.  He drew
in a breath, but more in anticipation than any pain.  He pulled up
slightly, then settled again.  This time, he went deeper.  Again, he raised
himself, moving smoothly and almost hydraulically on his strong leg
muscles.  His beautiful feet beside my hips tensed, bearing and balancing
his body.
	Then, Collin slowly and gracefully sat down on my hips.  His butt
was pressed into my crotch.  My entire Caldwell rig was pressed up into his
colon.  He was facing away from me at this point, and I thrilled to watch
his back and shoulder muscles operate beneath his smooth, tanned skin.  Up
and down, he moved, sliding smoothly.  After a few minutes he turned.  I
waited to see if he was moving to doggie position.  No, he turned.  He
descended upon me again, this time facing me.  This time, there was nothing
gradual about it.  He just sat on my pole, his own fleshy pole hanging over
my abdomen.  I poured some lube on it and jacked it as he worked his ass on
my erection.  He had an expression of absolute nirvana on his handsome
face.  Clearly, he was enjoying this ride immensely.  I glanced around the
room.  Everyone was captivated, their eyes riveted on the union of our
pelvic regions-everyone except Dad, whose eyes were fixed on my
 happy face, beaming with his pride and love. I felt a rain of warm drops
sprinkle my chest.  Colin was shooting big sprays of cum across my torso.
I never saw so much emerge from one man's dick in one ejaculation.  This
was the very definition of being 'hosed.'
	As I milked the last drops from his bull-udder, he stood again, and
pulled me to my feet before him.  He wrapped his arms around me and gave me
a deep, passionate kiss.
	"It's everything I hoped for," he breathed into my ear.  "Thank you
for this weekend.  You've made this the greatest day of my life."
	"And we're not finished yet," I responded.  "Let's do the deed!"
	Smiling, he kissed me again, and turned, kneeling.  He leaned
forward as I also knelt at his buttocks, between his lower legs.  I slid my
cock up his chute smoothly and firmly.  He leaned forward even lower.  I
started fucking strongly.  He spread his thighs, and our legs collided
solidly and wetly in the thwacking noise we'd heard earlier couples make.
I tried to come almost all the way out of his ass on every stroke, and
drive powerfully all the way back in.  On each collision with his body, he
rocked forward and pushed back.  That set his balls to swinging, and soon
his and mine were colliding merrily as we fucked.  It didn't hurt-it felt
sexy and pleasant.  I was having a wonderful time.  But I wasn't cumming,
and I knew Eddie would be looking at his watch in a moment (actually, he
told me later he was so mesmerized by the beauty of the two bodies joining
before him, he forgot what time it was when we started.  Our half-hour
 could have gone on all night.)
	But Colin began to slide forward to lie face down on the ottoman,
his feet sliding backward to hang off the other end.  I went down, too, of
course, hunching my hips all the way.  I decided I did need more pressure,
tight as my lover's ass was.  I moved my feet over to the outside of his
legs and pressed inward, drawing his knees almost together.  Oh, my.  That
created pressure against my fucking cock as well as the tightness of his
rectum.  It felt sensational.
	Colin began to grunt.  It became apparent later that he was
erupting with another big ejaculation onto the much-abused leather of the
ottoman.  I planted my chin over his shoulder beside his neck and thrust as
deeply into him as I could go, several times, hard.  My cock exploded in
the longest, hardest, most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.  I think
I shouted out loud in exultation.
	I lay, sweating, atop my manly, muscular bitch.  I had filled his
cunt with my cream.  He was mine.