Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 07:30:33 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: I Love Black Pudding part 3

I LOVE BLACK PUDDING. Part three.

I'm  sorry about the delay in posting part three but my best friend of some
40 years  passed away on the 26th August after a brief spell in hospital.
His cremation  was on the 9th September.

This is an exotic homosexual  fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy
and older boys and older men of  different races. If it is illegal for you to
read it for any reason please leave  now. Because it is a fantasy the sex
will be unprotected. In real life please  practise safe sex.


I don't know how  long I slept until I felt Claude shaking me awake, but I
felt great; my arsehole  sort of ached, but not in a painful way. Even
though I'd got a buttplug stuffed  up my arsehole it still felt sort of empty.
Claude was naked of course, and his  cock although soft was still impressively
thick. I immediately looked to the  bedside cabinet as I drank the
love-juice Claude had handed me; and my stiff  cock jerked when I saw the laptop was
there. I looked down my lily-white body  and I seemed to be covered in more
dry spunk than when I'd gone to bed. There  were patches of spunk down my
chest and on my belly and a load above the base of  my cock and on my
cock-shaft. While I greedily gulped the love-juice down, I was  so thirsty, Claude
untied me; when I was free I sat on the edge of the  bed.
"Show me the edit please  Claude."
"Don't you want a piss  first?"
I did, desperately I realised when Claude asked  me.
"Yeah, and how!"
"OK, go and  piss and then we'll watch the edit together."
As I pissed,  totally brazenly, displaying my hard-on and spraying my piss
everywhere, Claude  set up the laptop. When I turned to go back to the bed I
could see a trail of  flakes of spunk that had dropped from my body on my
way to the urinal. I sat on  the bed and Claude started the laptop. It showed
me lying on the bed fast asleep  with my hard cock lying up my belly. The
door opened slowly and a naked, teenage  Emo boy around my age stealthily
entered the room as if he shouldn't be there.  He was about 5ft 9 tall, very
thin and as pale as me with no body hair; his ribs  and hip bones were
showing. He had long thick straight black hair with an  electric blue streak and
big brown eyes, almost black. His uncut cock was hard,  8 inches long, as
thick as David's, with a massively flared shiny purple knob  and average size
balls in a long loose red ballbag. Long loose foreskin covered  half his knob
even though his cock was erect and jerking. He had several facial  piercings
and both very prominent, very thick, bright red nipples were pierced,  and
he had tattoos on his belly and around his nipples.  He came up to the  bed
and the camera panned to his back. His arsehole was two perfect rounded
white globes which were tattooed with arrows pointing to a wide cleft between
them. When he leant forwards only slightly his buttocks parted, the camera
zoomed in, and I could see his tiny, dark purple pucker. I found him really
sexy  and my cock twitched in anticipation of what was going to happen, then
the teen  sighed loudly as he looked down at my body. I quickly turned to
Claude, but he  guessed what I was about to ask.
"We decided to put the  sound on for this scene."
"Er, okay, right; but who's the  boy?"
Claude paused the film and turned to look at  me.
"That's Sean; he's almost 17, when he was aged 8 he  was on holiday in the
south of France with his family where he was kidnapped. He  was immediately
shipped to Morocco and sold to the Russian owner of a gay male  brothel. He
became a sex-slave for the customers after being held down and  forcibly
losing his virginity the very first night to a rich Sheik for an  enormous sum
of money. When Sean was almost 13 Monsieur Dumas heard about him  through a
customer of ours who used the brothel occasionally. He'd overheard the
owner discussing having the boy fucked by a donkey and a stallion on his 13th
birthday because his novelty value had worn off. It would take place in
front of  an audience and be filmed; and he hoped to make a lot of money from
them and the  DVD. The customer had never used the boy, he was far too young
for him, but he  had heard about him from others. And he believed if the boy
was fucked by a  donkey and a horse he'd either die or be seriously
permanently injured, which he  found abhorrent. He contacted Monsieur Dumas,
explained the situation, and asked  if he could help the boy. Monsieur Dumas used
his contacts in the Moroccan  police; the brothel was raided and Sean was
rescued.
Due to the trauma of the 5 years as a sex-slave  Sean couldn't remember any
details of his parents or where he'd lived so  Monsieur Dumas adopted him.
It took a year to rehabilitate Sean; he had to have  reconstructive surgery
and be nursed back to health. He had 6 months treatment  from a psychiatrist
to cure his nightmares and give him back his self esteem.  Although Sean
looks almost painfully thin he works-out and is strong for his  size. Monsieur
Dumas was surprised to find that even after all he'd been through  at 14
Sean still wanted, no, craved, to have sex with men and he adores being
fucked. After much cajoling on Sean's part, for his 14th Birthday Monsieur Dumas
agreed to let him start appearing in the movies we make. Sean was able to
take  Parfait's and Fabrice's cocks without any problem from the very
beginning; he  was taking mine after a few days. Monsieur Dumas doesn't like Sean
being an Emo  boy, but he lets Sean do whatever he wants because of what he'
s been through.  Monsieur Dumas has never had sex with Sean. The first year
he hired a P.I. to  find out who the boy was; when the P.I. found Sean's
parents Sean didn't want to  know. So Monsieur Dumas will give Sean the
information on his 18th birthday. Are  you satisfied now? Shall we watch the rest
of the movie?"
"Yes please Claude, I'm dying to see what happens next."
Claude restarted the movie. Sean looked me over, then he climbed onto the
bed  and knelt straddling my body. He leant in and gently kissed my lips then
began  to kiss his way down my body. As he approached my belly his bum
raised and the  camera captured a beautiful shot of his open arse-cheeks and
dark purple pucker  which was winking. He lifted my cock and swallowed it to
the root and worked on  it until it was fully stiff and jerking. Then, on his
knees, he positioned  himself above my groin. Facing me he reached around,
grabbed my cock, and  lowered himself down until my knob was pressing against
his tiny pucker. Sean  took a deep breath and sat on my cock until all 5
inches were buried in his  arsehole. As my cock was disappearing into his
arsehole he'd sighed loudly with  pleasure.
Sean began to ride my cock, at the same time he  was wanking his own cock
to the same rhythm. Although still fast asleep I was  rolling my head from
side to side and eventually I started to fuck my cock up  into Sean's
arsehole. I could see Sean's beautiful buttocks dimpling in and out  so I knew that
he must have been milking my cock with his sphincter. After about  10
minutes Sean sat down hard on my cock and his buttocks dimpled in and out
rapidly, I must have cum my load inside his arsehole. Sean began to wank his  cock
faster until he threw back his head and moaned as a long rope of
surprisingly thick spunk shot from his cock-slit and landed on my chest. Sean  shot 6
ropes of spunk which all landed on my body, lower down each time. When  he'd
recovered Sean squatted over me, he pulled his arse-cheeks wide apart and
strained. Within seconds my spunk was dribbling from his arsehole onto my
half-hard cock and my body above its base. Then Sean leant forwards and stuck
 three fingers into his arsehole. He wiggled them about a bit, pulled them
out  and sucked noisily on them. He did this twice more before he leant
forwards and  opened my mouth and licked around inside it. Finally he climbed
off the bed,  looked me up and down and tip-toed out of the room with his
half-hard cock  slapping against his thighs.
Claude stopped the movie,  like me his cock was stiff and straining.
Wordlessly he stood and lifted me of  the bed placing me on my knees in front of
his monstrously thick, veiny black  cock. I put one hand on his well muscled
thigh for balance, with the other I  grabbed hold of the base of his huge
cock and pulled back his foreskin, my hand  only going three-quarters around
his cock-shaft. Just as I leant in to suck his  knob a large pearl of precum
oozed from his large cock-slit. I eagerly lapped it  up and poked the tip of
my tongue into his cock-slit for more. Claude moaned and  grabbed my head.
"Just tongue and suck on my knob for a  bit Paul; I don't want to cum yet,
I want to save my spunk for when I fuck  you."
I shivered in anticipation of what Claude's massive  cock would feel like
when he finally fucked me, and my cock jerked too. After  several minutes,
and a prodigious amount of precum Claude pulled me  up.
"O.K. Paul, let's get you off, then you can do your  ablutions before you
shower."
We walked over to the urinal  and Claude stood behind me. After gobbing on
his hand he put an arm around my  body and took hold of my rigid cock; I
pushed back and felt his huge cock  throbbing against my back. When he began to
slowly wank my cock he used his  other hand to wiggle the buttplug about
causing me to whimper with pleasure. It  didn't take long before I leant back
harder against Claude's throbbing cock and  muttered "I'm cumming!" Claude
immediately cupped his hand around my knob and  captured most of my boycum
as it jetted from my cock-slit. When I finished  cumming Claude smeared my
boycum all over my face offering me his hand and  fingers to lick clean which
I eagerly did. Simultaneously I started to piss from  my still hard cock;
my piss arced high in the air before splattering down on the  tiles. When my
piss-stream faded away Claude gently smacked my buttocks and told  me to
complete my ablutions and shower. So I shat, had 4 enemas and showered.  Claude
dried me off then took my hand and led me from my bedroom; both of us  were
still sporting erections.
In the corridor Claude  threw me over his broad black shoulder in a "Fireman
's Lift" and we headed down  the corridor in another direction. As he
walked Claude kept slapping my  arse-cheeks alternately; not too hard, but they
were soon warm and glowing.  Eventually we entered another small room the
same as all the others. There was a  black padded leather examination table in
the centre of the room; the stirrups  were down, but there was a metal bar
at the other end about a foot above the  table. Against one wall was a
medical cabinet; after taking a large tube of lube  from the cabinet Claude
placed me on the table.
"Get on  your hands and knees Pussyboy; spread your legs a bit and grab
hold of the bar  for support. Now I'm going to prepare your tight little
boycunt for my big,  thick, black pudding!"
As I got into position a portion of  the wall facing me dropped down to
reveal a TV screen which came on; and the  view was of my buttocks which were
bright red from Claude's slapping. Claude's  meaty black hands appeared and
pulled them apart exposing my tiny pink pucker. I  sighed with pleasure when
he leant in and ran his tongue up and down my  arse-crack then attacked my
pucker with his tongue. Within seconds Claude was  tongue fucking my
arsehole, which caused my cock to jerk and produce a thin  strand of precum which
slowly descended to pool on the black leather table. A  few minutes later
Claude removed his tongue, replacing it with his long, thick  forefinger which
was quickly followed by his index finger. Claude spread his  fingers and
twisted them about gradually loosening my sphincter. Minutes later  Claude had
4 fingers in my arsehole stretching my sphincter, when he kept  brushing
against my prostate my breathing became erratic and my pulse quickened.  I
began to moan louder and my cock jerked continually.
"Is  my Pussyboy getting worked up having my fingers in his tight little
boycunt?"
I just groaned with pleasure in  reply.
"Well let's see what this does to  you."
And Claude reached under me with his free hand and  started to sensuously
stroke my jerking cock. Within seconds I gasped "Oh fuck!"  and my watery
boycum began to shoot from my cock. Claude directed my cock  downwards and my
boycum pooled on the table. When I finished cumming my head  dropped and my
body slumped; Claude let go of my cock and took something from  the cabinet.
"Look at the screen  Pussyboy!"
I lifted my head; Claude was holding a black  dildo against my red and
white buttocks as he somehow lubed it with his free  hand. It was around 8 i
nches long and as thick as Parfait's cock. Claude removed  his fingers and
rammed the dildo home. I gasped and jerked forwards, but I felt  no real pain as
it was forced through my sphincter. As he held it in place  Claude took a
bottle of love-juice from the cabinet, he unscrewed the top and  passed it to
me. Letting go of the bar with one hand I took it from him and  gratefully
gulped it down, my throat had gone really dry. When I'd finished  drinking
Claude started to fuck my arsehole with the dildo twisting it back and  forth
as he worked it in and out. My cock soon stiffened through the dildo's
constant friction on my prostate and more of my precum dripped onto the table
mixing with the pool of my watery boycum. It was fascinating to watch the
black  dildo disappearing and reappearing in and out of my arsehole. Several
minutes  later Claude growled.
"How about this one Pussyboy? Will  your tight little boycunt enjoy this?"
And he placed  another well lubed big, black dildo on my arse-cheek while
still fucking me with  the other one. This one was 9 inches long with a
slightly flared knob and it was  almost as thick as Fabrice's huge cock. I
gulped. Then I yelped when Claude  yanked the first dildo out of my arsehole and
rammed the thicker one in right up  to the false balls. That one did hurt a
bit but the pain soon  eased.
"Well done Pussyboy, you didn't scream, and I don't  want you screaming
when I force my thick black pudding up your  boycunt!"
Claude started to work the huge dildo in my  arsehole, slowly pushing it
all the way in and then pulling it back to the knob;  and all the time he was
twisting and turning it. My cock, which had softened  slightly soon
stiffened again as the huge dildo passed to and fro over my  prostate. I'd gone red,
my pulse was racing and I was sweating profusely;  wordlessly Claude passed
me another bottle of love-juice and I guzzled it down.  Once again precum
started to drip from my cock onto the couch beneath and I felt  another
orgasm building. Seconds later I gasped.
"I'm  gonna cum again!"
Claude yanked the dildo out of my  arsehole and as the first thin rope of
watery boycum shot from my cock-slit  Claude rammed the dildo all the way
back into my arsehole causing my next jet of  boycum to shoot over the edge of
the table. Claude kept turning the dildo around  until I finished cumming
and my body sagged.
"Pussyboy let  go of the bar, reach around and hold the dildo in place,
then kneel  up."
I obeyed and Claude scooped my little white body up,  one muscled black arm
going under my knees and the other under my shoulders. At  that the door
opened and in walked Parfait, naked, with a hard-on. Within  minutes they had
the bar down, the table adjusted and the stirrups up. Claude  took over from
my holding the dildo in place and I was quickly strapped in, my  head
hanging down off one end of the table and my buttocks half off the other  end. My
legs were bent at the knees and stretched wide giving them total access  to
my arsehole. My cock was stiff again; I wanted Claude's hugely thick cock
in  my arsehole fucking me to another orgasm. When I told Parfait that my
throat was  dry as a bone he lifted my head and helped me to drink yet another
bottle of  love-juice. As I finished drinking it Claude whipped the dildo
from my arsehole  and pushed half of his huge dark-purple flared knob into my
arsehole; I  instinctively flinched and attempted to tighten my sphincter.
Claude paused and  slapped my buttocks.
"Come on Pussyboy relax; don't  tighten your boycunt. One way or another I'
m going to bury all 9 inches of my  thick black pudding in your tight
little boycunt and then fuck you until both of  us are drained of spunk!"
Parfait reached over and  started to gently massage my taut belly. Claude
pushed again and seconds later  his flared knob broke through my sphincter
which quickly closed around the thick  cock-shaft behind it as Claude paused
again. I screamed, my body flushed red, my  pulse quickened, my eyes brimmed,
and beads of sweat broke out all over my body.  I don't know how much was
for the camera or how much was for real but I cried  out in a high pitched,
squeaky voice.
"Please take it out  Sir, it's so big, it's much too thick for my tiny
little, um, boycunt. If you  don't stop now and take it out your huge black
cock will split me in two, I know  I can't take any more! Take it out, please!"
Claude gave a  dirty laugh as he slapped my buttocks again.
"You can  shout, scream, and plead as much as you like Pussyboy, you're
taking my big  black cock whether you like it or not!"
But Claude waited  while I got my breathing under control. It had hurt,
really hurt, when his huge  knob broke through my sphincter, and it still hurt
now. But now I didn't care, I  knew the pain would eventually go; and if I
could take Claude's massive knob I  knew that I could take the rest of his
huge black cock. And I wanted it so, so  badly; I wanted to feel it throbbing
deep inside my body, I wanted to feel it  stretching my sphincter wider than
it had ever been stretched before. As my body  quickly recovered I sobbed
briefly, wiped my nose on my arm, looked straight at  Claude, and spoke for
the camera.
"Please Sir your  Pussyboy's ready now, please fuck my, er, boycunt with
your enormous black cock  and make me shoot my load. And then fill my belly
with your thick  spunk!"
I heard Parfait whisper "Well done Paul." as  Claude slapped my buttocks
again.
"You've got it Pussyboy,  get ready to have your pussylips stretched like
they've never been stretched  before!"
And Claude slowly pulled his enormous cock back  until just his huge knob
remained in my arsehole. The sensation of having my  insides suctioned out by
Claude's enormous cock as he slowly withdrew it from my  arsehole was
exquisite!  Claude paused, grinned evilly down at me, and then  slowly pushed his
enormous black cock all the way back into my arsehole until  his big balls
hit my buttocks. The pain/pleasure sensations were overwhelming  and I
groaned loudly when seconds later he repeated the exercise. Sweat was  pouring
from my body and when Claude paused again Parfait raised my head and fed  me
another bottle of love-juice. I could feel Claude's cock moving inside me as
he kept flexing it while I drank the love-juice; it felt incredible. When I
 finished the bottle I looked pleadingly at Claude.
"Please  fuck me properly now with your huge black pudding Sir, and don't
stop until  you've fucked the boycum out of my balls!"
Claude slapped  my buttocks hard enough to leave a deep red imprint of his
meaty hand, and then  he grabbed my thighs just below my knees.
"You've asked  for it Pussyboy, now here it comes!"
Claude began to fuck  my arsehole at an ever increasing pace, his enormous
cock pounding hard against  my prostate. I was gripping the sides of the
table tightly because even though  my legs were strapped in Claude was banging
away so hard I feared he'd fuck me  off the table! It felt so good, so
incredible; being fucked by such a thick cock  that I started to wish Claude's
cock was as long as Fabrice's cock so that it  would fill my arsehole even
more. Precum was dribbling from my cock-slit almost  continually and my jerking
cock was as rigid as it had ever been with my  tightish foreskin peeled
back and tucked behind my corona. Minutes later I  groaned loudly and gasped.
"OH FUCK, I'M GONNA  CUM!"
Parfait grabbed my rigid jerking cock and pointed it  towards my face and I
shot 5 long thin ropes of watery boycum onto my chin,  chest and belly.
Claude had continued to force his massive cock in and out of my  arsehole while
I was cumming, heightening my pleasure. And when Parfait let go  of my
still stiff cock it bounced around in time with Claude's ever increasing
strokes. I wanted to rest after such a powerful orgasm but there was no chance  of
that. Claude slowed down to a slow steady fuck and Parfait came behind my
head and helped me to drink another bottle of love-juice; then he pinched my
 cheeks to make me open my mouth. As he slid some of his three-quarters
hard 10  inch cock into my mouth he hissed menacingly.
"While  Claude fucks your boycunt I'm gonna fuck your throat and we'll
fill your tiny  white body full of our thick mancum from both ends. So start
breathing through  your nose, quickly Pussyboy."
I panicked a bit on hearing  that Parfait was actually going to fuck my
throat; but Parfait realised I was  nervous and held back from feeding me
anymore of his huge black cock until I was  breathing steadily through my nose.
He also whispered that I'd be O.K. because  the last bottle of love juice had
contained muscle relaxant too. When I was  breathing steadily Parfait
gradually fed the rest of his cock into my mouth and  down my throat until his
huge balls slapped me under my chin. As Claude's  enormous black pudding
ploughed relentlessly in and out of my arsehole I began  to work on Parfait's
cock with my throat muscles until it was fully stiff,  although it was somewhat
uncomfortable as it stretched my throat to its limit I  was quite proud
that I'd managed to swallow Parfait's stiff 10 inch cock. I had  another brief
panic attack and when I was breathing steadily again Parfait held  my head
and began to slowly fuck my throat with 2 inch strokes. I was in heaven,
two huge black cocks fucking me from both ends and sending me light-headed
from  the incredible sensations coursing through my young body. I could feel my
precum  dripping from my rigid, jerking cock onto my heaving belly, and I
was drifting  away when Claude slapped my buttocks.
"That's it Pussyboy  work our big black cocks with your throat and tight
little boycunt until we fill  your body with our thick mancum!"
But I beat them both to  it; without warning another load of boycum erupted
from my jerking cock and  rained down on my body. Immediately the two guys
speeded up fucking me as I  struggled for breath. Although I was deriving
pleasure from my latest orgasm I  was really struggling to breathe through my
nose and I was turning purple.   Parfait noticed and quickly eased his cock
from my throat and then my mouth. As  I coughed and spluttered Parfait told
me to close my eyes and open my mouth;  within seconds I felt his warm,
thick mancum begin filling my mouth and raining  down on my face. Some of Parfait
's spunk even ran back down into my nostrils  causing me to cough and
splutter even more. Forgetting myself I greedily  swallowed Parfait's spunk as it
shot into my mouth. Then Claude  gasped.
"Fucking hell Pussyboy that's such a turn-on  seeing your face being
covered by Parfait's spunk, I'm going to cum!"
With that Claude grabbed my hips and tried to pull me  further back onto
his massively thick cock as he rammed it as far up my arsehole  as he could.
He threw his head back and gave a loud groan and I felt Claude's  huge cock
throb and swell and then his thick spunk was splattering against my  colon
walls; and more boycum trickled from my cock-slit and ran down my still  hard
cock-shaft. Claude seemed to shoot forever; he must have shot 8 or 9 times
before he eventually sagged against my legs totally spent. Parfait wiped my
eyes  clear and when I opened them he fed me his fingers and I greedily
sucked them  clean. Claude gathered himself together and I felt his still hard
cock throb in  my arsehole as he flexed it.
"That was amazing Pussyboy,  your boycunt is so tight it almost sucks the
spunk from my balls! Now you can  get me off again. Parfait, give Pussyboy
some more love-juice before I  start."
With Parfait's aid I quickly drank another bottle  of love-juice; I was
covered in sweat and so thirsty. When I'd finished drinking  Claude started to
fuck my arsehole again. This time his strokes were long and  slow and his
massively thick, black, 9 inch cock squelched as it slowly ploughed  up and
down my arsehole seemingly dragging my insides along with it. I started
producing precum almost immediately and my stiff cock throbbed as it jerked
about leaving precum stains on my heaving belly. Parfait told me to open wide
and fed me one of his huge balls to suck and chew on, after a couple of
minutes  he somehow managed to push his other ball into my mouth too. Saliva was
soon  dribbling from my mouth as I sucked and chewed on his huge balls.
Parfait's cock  had been half-hard when I started working on his balls but soon
it stiffened to  its full 10 inches and Parfait slowly tossed it, working
his loose foreskin back  and forth over his slightly bulbous, precum
glistening knob. Every now and then  he'd gob on his knob for extra lubrication.
Claude smacked my  buttock.
"Come on Pussyboy squeeze my big black pudding  with your tight little
boycunt; milk the spunk from my balls."
Every time Claude began an out-stroke I started to  squeeze my sphincter as
tight as I could around his massively thick cock-shaft  causing him to
groan with pleasure. While continuing to fuck my arsehole at a  slow steady
space Claude leaned in and started to pinch and squeeze my already  erect bright
red nipples causing me to moan louder. My whole body tingled from  the
sensory overload and I was slipping into a sex induced daze and my sphincter
began spasming involuntarily around Claude's immensely thick cock-shaft. The
room reeked of sweat and spunk; Claude was grunting and I was moaning around
 Parfait's huge balls. All of this was accompanied by the sound of Claude'
s huge  black cock squelching in and out of my fully stretched arsehole. My
body  stiffened and another load of boycum began to erupt from my jerking
cock.  Parfait eased his huge balls from my mouth and started to wank his
black, 10  inch cock furiously, and in seconds he started to shoot his load onto
my belly  and cock before I finished cumming. Then Claude gasped.
"Fucking hell Pussyboy you're too much; your boycunt's so hot and tight, I'
m  going to come again!"
Claude forced his enormously thick  cock as far up my arsehole as he could,
I felt it swell and throb, and then I  felt Claude's spunk start to
splatter against my colon walls yet again; I nearly  passed out from the sheer sexy
pleasure of it all. As we all recovered the door  opened and Fabrice walked
in; as usual he was naked and his thick, veiny, 11  inch cock was hard and
leaking precum. Wordlessly he walked up to Claude and  slapped him playfully
on the buttocks before speaking.
"Out of the way Claude, I've been watching the pair of you abusing Pussyboy
's  body and boycunt on screen and it's got me so worked up. If I don't
get my big  black cock up his boycunt soon I'll have to fuck one of you  two!"
Claude turned and leered at him as he yanked his  softening cock from my
arsehole. Before my sphincter had time to react Fabrice  rammed his big black
pudding all the way up my arsehole causing me to start, but  not to cry out,
I liked it! Fabrice began to fuck my arsehole with long strokes,  slowly at
first, but he soon quickened his stroke rate and I moaned with  pleasure as
his huge cock squelched up and down my well used arsehole. Claude  came to
my head and pushed his knob and some cock-shaft into my  mouth.
"Come on Pussyboy, clean my big black pudding, it's  covered in my spunk
and your boycunt juices.
As I tongued  and sucked Claude's cock clean Parfait leaned over my
writhing body and took my  hard cock into his mouth and began to suck me off
causing me to moan even louder  around Claude's cock. Minutes later Claude pulled
his cock from my mouth and he  started to tongue up what boycum and spunk he
could off my slim white body  before beginning to nibble on my painfully
erect little nipples. My head was  going from side to side as the three big
black men pleasured my arsehole, my  cock and my slim white body. I was
drifting into sexual delirium when I felt my  balls tightening and I gasped.
"Shit I'm gonna cum  again!"
Parfait lifted off my jerking cock just as my  first thin rope of boycum
shot up my body. I shot 3 more ropes and then my  boycum just dribbled from my
cock-slit. Claude took my cock in his mouth to  clean it and Parfait lapped
up my boycum from my body before coming to my head  and lifting it. Then
Parfait Frenched me and we traded my boycum until he  swallowed it when
Fabrice cried out.
"Get ready guys I'm  about to shoot my load up Pussyboy's hot, tight
boycunt!"
After ramming his huge black cock as far up my arsehole as he could Fabrice
 started to shoot his load of thick mancum deep inside my squirming young
body.  Fabrice must have been really worked up watching me being abused
because I lost  count of how many times he came after his sixth rope of thick
spunk splattered  against my colon walls. I sank against the table exhausted as
Fabrice continued  to fill my arsehole with his thick mancum; my head
lolled back and I fought to  control my breathing. But my sexual ordeal wasn't
over; Claude had sucked my  cock back to erection and as he continued to work
on it with his clever mouth he  fondled and squeezed my balls. Fabrice had
come around, I could feel his still  hard 11 inch cock throbbing away deep
inside my arsehole. And he started to fuck  my arsehole again with long slow
strokes, not speeding up this time, as his  thick, 11 inch cock squelched in
and out of my well abused arsehole. I could  feel spunk seeping from my
arsehole and dripping onto the floor beneath. Minutes  later I moaned with
pleasure when I felt another orgasm start and my boycum  began shooting into
Claude's mouth. Claude sucked and sucked until my bone was  dry and I whimpered
in discomfort. He lifted off my cock, Parfait lifted my  head, I opened my
mouth and Claude Frenched me after dribbling my boycum into my  hair and over
my face.
"Oh shit I'm gonna cum again! I  can't get enough of the dirty little
cum-eater's hot little boycunt. It's the  hottest, tightest boycunt I've ever
fucked!"
And once  again Fabrice rammed his huge black pudding as far up my arsehole
as he could  and started filling it with another big load of thick mancum.
I was totally  spent and lay there as Parfait and Claude licked my face and
body clean of  spunk. Then Parfait squatted beneath my arsehole as Fabrice
gently eased his  softening cock from my well battered arsehole. As soon as
Fabrice's cock plopped  out of my arsehole Parfait clamped his mouth around
my gaping, red-raw arsehole  and began to tongue and suck whatever spunk he
could from it, making me shudder  with pleasure every time his tongue ran
over my exposed, red-raw, inner flesh.  When Fabrice presented me with his
softening cock to clean I did the job  half-heartedly, I was totally knackered.
Eventually  Parfait stood up and as they started to untie me they snogged
and shared the  mixture he'd sucked from my arsehole until Parfait stood over
me and lifted my  head. He told me to open wide and not swallow, and when I
did he slowly dribbled  the mixture into my mouth. My mouth was full and I
was fighting back a gag  response when Parfait finally told me to swallow
and show him my empty mouth. I  gratefully gulped the mixture of different
spunks and my arsehole fluids down,  it tasted wonderful. When I'd finished and
showed Parfait (well the cameras) my  empty mouth Claude scooped me up and
carried me to another bathroom which had a  Jacuzzi and he laid me in it,
supporting my head as the warm swirling water  soothed my abused body. After a
while he lifted me out and lay me belly down on  a towel covered massage
table. He carefully dried off my buttocks and arsecrack  and then gently
applied a soothing balm to my still slightly open arsehole while  Parfait
tenderly dried the rest of my small white body. I could hardly keep my  eyes open
and I couldn't stop yawning.
When they'd  finished tending my body Claude carried me into the small room
next door which  contained a double bed and bedside cabinets. Claude sat me
on the bed and  Parfait gave me a warm glass of what looked like milk to
drink. As I drank it  Parfait told me that the drink would help me to sleep
and when I woke up I'd be  fed and taken home. He also mentioned sorting the
money out and arranging  another sex session if I wanted to. Although my mind
was full of questions I was  too tired to talk and just nodded between
yawns; my questions could wait until  I'd had some sleep. I finished the drink
and Claude rolled me onto the middle of  the bed on my belly. I fell asleep
as they were still saying their  goodnights.

End of part three; I hope you  enjoyed it.
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