Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 01:14:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 71

Pervert Phil (part 71)

This continues with some of Phil's memories, not recounted in his previous
story. This series contains content that some will find offensive, so you
may wish to skip some parts.  Phil took many risks, and was fortunate to
survive his many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you
not to follow his example!

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The third kicker was another woman, much younger than the last and quite
good looking.  She not only wanted to take off her pants for the kick, she
wanted to be stark naked.  I liked that.  When she finished stripping and
showing off her boobs to everyone in the room (only a couple of women felt
her up) she turned her attention to me.  She stood in front of me and
straddled my erection, not putting it in her pussy but between her legs so
that the head was probably poking out behind her.  She rubbed her tits on
my chest a little and then started putting clothes pins on my nipples and
my ass.  She announced to one and all that she liked to see fags in serious
pain.  She un-straddled my dick and put several clothes pins on the shaft
of it.  They really hurt.  I must admit that my erection had declined
seriously as a consequence of being next to a cunt.  However, once she
stepped away from me and began putting the clothespins on the shaft of my
cock, it got hard again.

Finally, she stepped back to admire her handiwork.  I was ready for the
kicking.  I must confess that the pain in my nipples diminished the pain in
my balls somewhat.  That was not to last.  Once she stepped away she got
into almost a dancer's crouch before delivering an incredibly painful kick
to my balls.  It was probably the worst of the night and I almost passed
out.  Not quite, however.  If I was going to die I wanted it to be for the
hostess' pleasure.

Number four kicker was another guy.  He didn't look nearly as powerful as
the first guy and he didn't want to show his dick off for the ladies so he
left his pants on.  He did remove all of the clothes pins from me and then
simply stepped back and kicked me in the nuts.  He at least called me a
faggot while his foot was swinging toward my balls.  Once he had kicked me
he went back and sat down next to the previous kicker who had left her
clothes off and was simply sitting there naked.  I think he wanted to eat
her out and he eventually started doing that.  Being a homosexual, I really
hated seeing that but it wasn't my choice and apparently the hostess didn't
mind at all.

She was kicker number five and she came up to me and asked if I could even
take another.  I told her that if it was hers, I would gladly and did she
want me to pass out?  She was having some trouble with that and so I told
her that it would be okay with me if she did want to watch me die.
Finally, she said "fight it".  She stepped back and without removing any
clothing at all, delivered an absolutely crushing blow to my balls with her
right foot.  I must admit I really was hoping it would make me pass out and
die.  It would be a good way to go.  However, it didn't.  It was close
though.  I waived around a bit but didn't manage to conk out.  I even came
close to throwing up but that didn't happen either.  When it was over the
hostess looked both pleased that I'd made it through and unhappy that I was
still standing there and not hanging.

Kicker number three had managed to make a mess on kicker number four's face
which seemed to please both of them.  The woman who had delivered the
second kick to my nuts was leaning over the two of them begging them to use
her mouth – she apparently liked it from either sex.  Mr. Macho, the
first guy who kicked me in the nuts came up next to the hostess and was
playing with my dick and my now-swollen nuts and squeezing them pretty hard
and asking her if he could use my ass.  "Of course!" was all she said.  She
helped him bend me over kneeling at the couch and I felt his cock enter my
asshole.  He knew what he was doing and soon my balls were swinging quite
hard which was exceptionally and delightfully painful!  He really shot a
huge load in me and I had more jizz in my ass than I've had in a very long
time!

Finally the hostess decided it was time for me to leave so the adults could
play.  She said I couldn't wear any clothes on my way home so I picked up
my stuff and walked out the front door holding my stuff at my side so my
cock could clearly be seen by anybody going by.  The trip to my car and the
drive home were uneventful – nobody saw me let alone raped me.  Pity

What is truly amazing through all of this is that I am developing a taste
for abusing other fags.  I met a fellow online who lives up near Lansing
(State Capitol) who professed to enjoying being naked in public and having
homosexual sex while doing so.  That progressed to an admission of enjoying
fantasizing about snuff (being tortured and killed willingly) which became
rather mutual.

We did meet several times to do some rather serious flashing – the most
fun was being naked in the middle of an intersection outside Lansing and my
sucking his dick while he tried to attract attention to our mutual
homosexuality and nudity.  Eventually, we managed to be seen by several
people, all of whom seemed to enjoy watching him fuck me in the mouth.

On the ride back to my car he asked if I would like to see his collection
of "toys" that he hoped would be used on him.  While at that point I had no
interest in being his tormenter, I still wanted to see what he liked.
Instead of directly returning to my car, we drove to his apartment which
wasn't all that far away.  It was almost sunup by the time we strolled in,
still quite naked.  He was on his knees kissing my erect cock while he
unlocked the door.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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