Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2016 09:34:17 +0000
From: T T
Subject: Submitting to Hans Chapter 2

I was so fucking turned on watching Hans walk out of the room. This guy had
just totally creamed my face and was walking away to shower off as if it
was the most casual thing. I was still turned on like hell and was about to
jack off right in that room. But good sense prevailed--people were going in
and out of rooms everywhere on this floor, and I certainly didn't want to
be found with a face full of cum whacking off, so I cleaned my face and
left quickly.

That whole night I tried to avoid going anywhere near where Hans might be;
everything was still really weird. I couldn't make sense of much at that
point: I was horny as hell, but embarrassed and ashamed about what had just
happened; afraid of what might follow. It dawned on me while I was talking
to people or downing more beers that I could not avoid Hans forever--we
shared the same friends; but I quickly put all this stuff in the back of my
mind, and as I was still drowsy from the beers and getting delirious from
drinking more, I pretty casually started to think of everything that
happened that night as a small indiscretion caused by beer, fatigue,
whatever.

The next week or so was as normal as any other--I'd go to work at the
studio, stick around for Julie since she usually got out later; then we'd
either go to the beach, because I really liked the beach in the evening. On
the beach it always really dawned on me over and over again what a catch
Julie was; all the guys on the sand or at kiosks were drooling over her and
didn't even try to hide it. She was a tease and she even liked to give guys
looks and lead them on, just then to frustrate them with a mean remark
about their hair or shoes or ears; or she'd just grab my arm and squeeze to
show she was "with someone" and smile at them as she walked away. She had
these really full, luscious lips and smokey blue eyes and liked to purse
her lips together when she knew she was being watched; or unravel her long
blond hair and pretend to air it out.

Or at other times we went after work to have dinner with friends or to a
club and Julie would always wear the sexiest dresses and latest fashions.
Over dinner she exchanged jokes, malicious gossip with her friends; she was
the typical LA new-actress bombshell, wild, gossipy, a tease, kind of a
bitch--but I liked every bit of it, and liked her more for it. After we got
to her place or mine- we didn't live together, we didn't want to get into
all that, though we'd often spend up to a week at each other's
apartments--the sex was great, Julie had this tickling way of kissing that
just drove me wild.

I liked to take it easy though, and I could tell Julie would have liked it
a bit rougher, but she seemed pleased, and it all went pretty well. I
didn't even think of Hans or what had happened between us at the party that
night so much; sometimes it crept in my mind, and then I'd get turned on
like hell, but Julie was always around for release, and in any case, I was
young, this was California, people experiment...I didn't think too much of
it.

That is, until Julie told me there would be a get-together at her place
that next Saturday. She had gotten a large chunk of hash from this guy who
claimed it was straight out of Morocco. Sounded good, and Julie's pad was a
pretty good place to be having a smoking party; weird lamps, weird lights,
pseudo-African furniture she got out of some catalog. Only problem was,
Hans was going to be there. He'd been pretty much out of the picture
socially, because for the past week he'd been seeing a lot of this Hispanic
chick, and they took off a few days for San Diego; the girl had stayed
behind for a few days for some reason or other, so he'd be coming over with
some buddies. I really wasn't looking forward to seeing him, and I told
Julie. She was wearing a tight white dress that came a few inches above her
knees; it really showed off her perfect ass and contrasted with her tanned
skin. She looked luscious.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Stop being such a little four-year-old
crying for his momma."

"I'm not being--"

"You are too!" she exclaimed, and the door rang. "We're not in middle
school...and anyway," she came closer and rubbed up next to me; I could see
she was not wearing a bra, and started to get hard. She smiled, "We gotta
get through this hash tonight."

It was there out on the table, in a glass bowl, like candy or a cake or
something. It was pretty hilarious.

"It's gonna be so good," she drew her words out and blew air on my lips.
"That's for later," she whispered; the bell rang again and she went to get
it. It was Cindy and some of her girlfriends.

"Hey Kyle!" said Cindy. "Looking good, man!"

She gave me a hug and made a "too hot" gesture for laughs. Cindy was an old
friend of Julie's, a dancer for a local theater company; she had a pretty
face and short red hair. She ran her fingers through my messy brown hair,
and the highlights in the front.

"I really love your hair, Kyle."

"Oooh, you like it?" asked Julie. "I did it."

"Really love it," said Cindy. "Fits great."

It went on like that for another hour or two, people arriving,
conversation. There were mini-bongs everywhere and several huge water pipes
and people were doing at the hash, drinking, talking; there was electronic
music in the background. I kept hoping Hans wouldn't show, but around
midnight the bell rang, and I went to open the door. I was sort of anxious
it would be him, though a bit turned on at the idea too, though I tried to
put this out of my mind. When I opened the door, there he was with his
friends; there was a roar from all his buddies, and the general confusion
of greetings and sound-bites.

Hans came in and just pushed right by me, knocking me aside with his strong
shoulder. He was wearing a tight white long-sleeved shirt that really
showed off his broad shoulders and strong chest; he kept it untucked off
his jeans. When he came at the entrance to the huge living room where
people were just spread out all around partying there were cat-calls and
whistles, and he walked right into the middle like he owned the place. The
same feelings returned, of resentment and slight horniness that I tried to
keep under a lid.

For the next twenty minutes Hans socialized and talked to people, then
eventually he met up with Julie and they hugged and traded small-talk;
Julie had done this with all the guests, but it bothered me that she was
talking to Hans. I looked away and tried to get my mind off it. But ten
minutes later, they were sitting next to each other, Julie on a sofa and
Hans on the arm, still talking. I tried to look away, but eventually I
ended up walking near them. I overheard them talking about a bottle of rum
on the table in front of them.

Hans then got up and started to talk to other people but, as he walked by
me, he winked in a very suggestive way. It was a small moment of weird
understanding between us. He seemed friendly and sexy when he did it. But I
knew what it meant. It went something like "I had my cock down your throat
faggot---and I'm going to fuck your girlfriend tonight." Or at least that's
what I thought it meant. Little did I know how much more it would mean. I
went and talked to Julie after and she was in a good mood. We kissed a
little, shared some hash and drinks, and talked about the people at the
party, laughing at some of them. Time was flying by and it was
lateŃ--many people were leaving.


Finally I saw the last group of people out the door. I got up to say bye to
some of the guests as they were leaving and to trade some plans with a
couple of friends before they left. But soon I had seen everyone out. Or so
I thought. I looked across the entire room, and there on the sofa, next to
each other were Hans and Julie, still talking. There was still electronic
music beating in the background, but everyone--except Hans--had left. I
couldn't hear what they were talking about from back here.

I took trays and dishes back to the kitchen; when I got to clearing up the
table in front of them, Julie said, "Hi Kyle," and giggled off into their
conversation. I just ignored it and kept bringing things back from the room
to the kitchen. Then, when I had just finally cleaned up all the glasses
and went back to the room, I looked up and on the sofa saw something that
shocked me, though it shouldn't have.

Julie, her mouth open, was licking Hans' tongue. I stood there not knowing
what to do; her tongue licked Hans' redder, larger tongue as they lay back
on the couch. I took a step closer. Julie looked at me from the corner of
her eye, and smiled wickedly. Then she got closer to Hans, and they really
started making out, not so much locking lips as licking each others'
tongues and sucking sporadically at their lips. I took another step closer
and said, "Julie." But there was no answer, Julie just smiled from the
corner of her mouth again; she was teasing me. I waited a while and said it
again, "Julie." At this Hans interrupted their kissing. He looked at me and
said, sternly,

"Hey, get out of my face and sit the fuck down, faggot," and pointed at an
armchair across from the sofa.

I didn't even think of complaining. I immediately headed for the chair. I
heard Julie start to giggle, but then her giggles were interrupted by her
moan, and I heard their lips locking together and apart again. I saw them
at it again from the armchair, it was right across from the sofa. Slowly,
Julie started unbuttoning Hans' shirt as he unzipped the back of her
dress. He dragged off his shirt showing all his rocky, lean muscles, and
Julie ran her hands up and down his strong arms and shoulders as they
kissed.

I was filled with rage and jealousy, but also more turned on than
ever. Hans started kissing her neck, and pulled her dress down to her
waist, revealing her firm breasts. He started kissing them and licking at
them with his long tongue; I was mesmerized.

Then Julie stood up on her knees, pushing back against Hans' chest, until
he was sitting back on the couch, Julie between his legs. She unzipped his
jeans, and dragged them down his waist, her own dress at her ankles. His
long, hard cock jumped out and slammed on his hard abs, just as it had the
night I sucked him. It was so fucking thick...and Julie made a lustful moan
looking at it. I almost gasped too at seeing it again. Then she practically
jumped down on it and spread her luscious lips in a way I didn't think was
possible.

She took in the head and worked her way down, bobbing her head on it. After
a few minutes of this, Hans grabbed her head by the sides, fucking her
mouth; I could hear the sounds of her mouth slopping on his giant
cock. Then he let her go at it on her own, moving her hair out of the way
so that both he and I could see her willing lips spread tight around his
slick cock. She kept going; Hans kept saying,

"Yeah baby, keep going. Gonna cum; keep sucking me, baby...fucking
beautiful. Fucking gorgeous," he kept saying between short breaths. "Gonna
cum right in your mouth."

I watched with a pang of jealousy as Hans came in my girlfriend's mouth and
she sucked him dry, cleaning his cock off with her tongue. I started
rubbing my thighs together, hard as hell. I thought about stopping the
whole thing, but I didn't know how to do it, what to say...Julie was just
finishing licking the fat head of his cock with her tongue. Then Julie
stood right up on her knees as Hans looked her in the eye, and gripped her
firm ass with his strong hands. They had both worked up a layer of sweat on
their tanned bodies which now shined in the dim light of the room.

The music was still beating lightly in the background. Hans and Julie
locked lips and started kissing more ferociously, running their hands over
each other's bodies. Then Hans grabbed her whole body in his muscular,
rippling arms and lay her back on the couch. Their sweaty, tanned bodies,
Hans' supple, defined muscles, Julie's soft, firm curves...it was all
getting too much for me. I knew what was coming next. Hans bent her knees
and dragged off the dress, throwing it on the floor. Then he sat back and
kicked off his sneakers and dragged down his pants, revealing his long,
lean, strong legs. He had been facing me now, and he called out to me.

"Hey cocksucker, get your wimpy fag ass over here. Right now."

He said this pointing to the floor in front of him. Something in me clicked
to obey--right away; and I did. I walked over, turned on, flushed with
heat. I was right next to them, as Hans now kneeled proudly between Julie's
knees, facing my girlfriend, his enormous cock, veins jutting out, sticking
out like a weapon. Julie looked at me only for a second with a mean, wicked
smile, then back at Hans. Hans grabbed the base of his cock and beat the
head lightly on Julie's shaved pussy. There were light slapping sounds. She
moaned. Hans kept doing it, then said to me something I will not forget:

"Watch and learn, shitwad; just wanted to show you how it's done." Julie
then looked deep in his eyes and said, in the most lustful, soft, wicked
voice I'd heard from her,

"Fuck me, Hans. Fucking take me with your fucking thick cock."

Hans bent over slightly and started working his huge dick into Julie's
pussy. The sight of his strong body, with the muscles of his arms and back
jutting out over my girlfriend as he moved into her, was amazing. She
moaned at first, then started to screech as Hans inched his huge, thick
cock into Julie, taking over my girlfriend and most prized possession while
I stood next to the couch with a hard-on.

It took a while for Hans to get his cock all the way in; Julie screeched
and yelled for him to fuck her with his thick cock until he had her
completely impaled to the hilt.

"Oh my god, Hans," Julie said softly, looking in his eyes. "You're so
fucking thick, so strong..."

By this time Hans had already started pulling out, and then he thrust in,
his muscular ass contracting. I watched from right to their side as Hans
leaned over Julie and for about five minutes fucked the living daylights
out of her, moving his powerful, thick cock in and out of her stretched
pussy; he'd pull out about half way, then swing his hips forward until he
slammed her again to the base. The only sounds in the room were the dim
electronic music in the background and the slapping of sweaty bodies and
hips as Hans fucked Julie, plus her moans. His muscles contracting and
expanding as he fucked her looked incredible, and his platinum blond hair
was sticking to his tanned forehead. The contrast between his blond hair
and his beach tan was striking.

Julie was going wild as this cocky surfer fucked her harder than she had
ever been. She moaned and screeched louder and louder; I was sure the
neighbours could hear even through the thick walls. She kept goading him
on,

"Yeah, yeah, oh fuck Hans...your cock's fucking me so fucking deep...feels
so good...feels so good...yeah, Hans, fuck me fucking hard," and at this
Hans increased his pace.

The sheer power of his thrusts and his muscles contracting as he took Julie
was amazing. This guy I hated more than anything was fucking my girlfriend
like I never could, and all I could do was sit there with a hard-on and rub
my crotch. Julie started grinding her hips in circles, and their pace
slowed.

"Fuckin'A yeah," she whispered..."you like that, huh?"

Hans responded with an affirmative grunt. Julie continued,

"Yeah, you fuckin' like that, stud...fuckin' me with your thick cock...you
like that? You like my tight pussy wrapped around your horse cock, fucker?"

At this Hans grabbed Julie by the armpits and pulled her up until he was on
his knees and she was impaled on his cock, straddling him. Hans grabbed her
by the waist and pulled Julie up until she was almost completely off his
cock, then lowered her; Julie emitted a shriek of pleasure and slapped
Hans' strong shoulders. She grabbed on to his shoulders and they started
bouncing on each other like that faster and faster; Julie's nipples were
hard.

She looked down to where his cock went into her and she pushed her head
back. Hans put his hand around Julie's throat and rammed his thick dick
into Julie's pussy harder and harder as I watched him fuck my girlfriend
like I could only dream. After a few more minutes of this, Julie was
panting ferociously and moaning and squealing loudly. I could tell she was
about to come. Hans cried out a victorious "Yeah!" as Julie's body tensed
and spasmed; she screamed all through her orgasm. She scratched at his
shoulders and back as she shuddered with pleasure. I looked in awe; I had
never been able to get Julie so excited by my fucking her.

For the next five minutes or so Julie and Hans kept fucking on the
couch. The pace had slowed, but Hans still kept going. I was amazed at his
stamina and strength. Pretty soon they were both getting excited again and
the sounds of Hans' hips slapping on Julie's were getting faster and
faster. Then Hans pulled out. Julie sighed harshly, disappointed. Hans then
got up off the couch, looking at Julie, and grabbed her by the
hair. Pushing me out of his way with his forearm, he walked Julie to the
head of the couch and bent her over. I had stumbled and fallen on my ass,
so now I was watching them from below, Julie's perfectly formed, sweaty
body, bent over the couch, Hans standing proudly behind her, stroking his
long, thick cock. He spit several times on its head and stroked the spit
down its length, mixing it with Julie's pussy juices so that his cock
glistened.

Then I watched in surprise and terror as Hans grabbed the base of his cock
and started working the head into Julie's ass. Julie was wide-eyed, and
kept her mouth open, smiling.

"Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my ass, Hans---" and she laughed and looked right at
me, teasing me, "Fuck my ass right in front of my boyfriend!"

I could tell she was joking and playing along with the "fantasy," but was
it really a fantasy anymore? At this point I took in the whole scene again,
and was more impressed than ever at Hans' courage and his perfect looks;
his blonde hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and strands of it went down
next to his eyes. I was turned on as hell watching Hans stand chest-out,
his broad shoulders shining with sweat, as his handsome face looked down
while he jammed his cock inch by inch into Julie's ass as she emitted
high-pitched squeals.

Julie had never agreed to have anal sex with me, though I really wanted it
a lot; now here was Hans, his first time with her, breaking open her ass
with his huge cock. Julie's back was arched over the arm of the couch and
her forearms rested on the pillows. Hans had already driven half the length
of his dick into her ass, and now placed one of his strong hands on her
arched back. It seemed to take forever, but slowly he ended up ramming his
cock in until his balls slapped her pussy.

"Shit yeah, Hans."

"Yeah," said Hans deep from his chest. "Fucking take my cock up your tight
ass, slut."

Julie groaned with pleasure in agreement. Hans grabbed her hips and started
fucking her with a ferocious power. He slammed in faster and faster and the
room was filled with loud, fast slapping sounds. Julie moaned and screamed
louder and louder. He kept it up, one hand grabbing her hip, the other
lightly slapping her ass-cheeks; then Julie had her third orgasm that
night--I will never forget it, because she was panting with a series of
moans for about a minute. She was losing all control, and she looked me
right in the eye.

For maybe a minute Hans cooled down his attack on my girl's ass. Then I
watched as Hans bent over and grabbed the undersides of Julie's thighs in
his strong arms. His biceps flexed, Hans raised the girl I loved off the
floor, cock in her ass, and slammed her up and down on his hips for about
five minutes. All the while Julie moaned incoherently. She bent her arms
back and grabbed the muscles at the back of his neck and shoulders as her
ass bobbed up and down on his cock, her legs pointing out to the
sides. Then Hans walked with Julie impaled on his long cock over to the
couch, and sat down. He continued to bounce Julie on his hips

"Fuck yeah! Never had a cock like this up your ass, huh Jules? Bet your
fucking wimpy boyfriend never fucked your ass with his faggot cock, huh?
Fuck yeah, fuckin' tight ass, baby..."

Julie responded, panting faster and faster,

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Yeah! Fuck me, Hans, fuckin' bust my ass with your
cock; fuckin' cock, so large...fuckin' beats pussy cock over there..."

She looked at me with a smile of contempt as she bounced up and down Hans'
larger cock, her waist gripped by his stronger arms. He had proven who was
the real man in this room. "Fuckin' beats his pussy boydick by a mile..."
Julie repeated.

Hans kept pounding her ass.

"Oh fuck yea, baby. You gonna cum? You gonna fuckin' cum for me? I wanna
hear you cum on my cock again, baby, I wanna hear you fucking cum right
now." Hans said in his deep, sexy voice.

At this Julie lost all control. Digging her nails into the muscles of his
thighs, Julie screamed, being ferociously pounded on his thick cock--and
then it happened. Julie screamed,

"Oh fuckin' god, Hans, I'm fuckin' coming! I'm coming," she repeated in a
loud voice.

Julie actually shot, ejaculated liquid out of her pussy, and spurted all
over Hans' powerful thighs, the couch, the floor...I was amazed; Hans,
groaning with a grunt of victory tensed up his legs and pushed his dick all
the way up Julie's ass...I could see he was unloading right up her ass. It
all lasted so long...the sight of their sweaty bodies moving together,
Hans' cock deep in my girl's ass, his strong voice, Julie and Hans
orgasming at the same time---it was all too much for me. I erupted into my
pants right then without touching myself.

Hans and Julie stayed on the couch for a few minutes after he pulled his
softening cock out of her ass, their bodies interlocked on each other. They
kissed for a while and looked at each other. I didn't know what would
happen next. I was on the floor, my boxers creamed, and embarrassed as hell
now that the sexual rush was gone. He even made it out like he was giving
me a lesson in how to have sex with my own girl.

He had pushed me on the floor and I stood there, doing nothing, while this
complete asshole had busted open my girlfriend's ass and made her cum in
spurts around his cock. To top it all off, I had cum in my pants watching
it---I didn't know what to think, I was totally confused and
embarrassed. Hans and Julie just got up and headed toward the bedroom.

"See you in the morning, loser," said Hans, casually, and Julie made an
amused sigh, walking away toward the bedroom, her perfect ass moving
away. They took a shower and went to bed, fucking each other some more
while I stood out on a couch.

I ended up laying down on another couch until the morning. I should have
left, but I didn't really know what would happen next, and I was still sort
of hoping Hans would leave during the night, or that next morning he'd go
early and I could stay and talk to Julie. I know that was stupid, but with
everything that had happened, and with the hash, I wasn't really thinking
straight.

I could only sleep a little that night. In the morning, I was awake, lying
down on the couch, when I heard sounds from the bedroom, talking. Pretty
soon I heard Hans and Julie at it again; the bed banged on the wall and
Julie squealed and yelled for all she was worth. I lay there trying to
imagine what was going on; I started jacking off in my pants, against my
will, but horny as hell. Soon enough, though, it was over.

The sounds from Julie's bedroom stopped. I was trying to finish jacking
off, but I was interrupted. I heard Hans yell out,

"Hey Kyle, man, you still here?" I stood up and stretched out. "Hey Kyle
you here? Get your ass in here, man!"

I heard Hans call out again, and immediately hurried to the bedroom. I
didn't know what was wrong with me; I mean this guy could make me do
anything he asked, and I was amazed at his audacity in stealing my girl
from right in front of me, his prowess and power fucking her--and I still
hated him more than before. But I walked into the bedroom. Hans and Julie
were there, some rumpled sheets barely covering up their hot bodies.

"What's up, dipshit," asked Hans, and a wave of shame ran through me--but
it was also a thrill, a major turn-on to see this stud in the bed in which
I should have been that night, my girlfriend around his arm, while he
insulted me.

"Morning, Kyle," said Julie, drawing it out, sort of in mocking.

"Hey, uh...dipshit. We just finished fucking, and I'm hungry. Go fix us
something to eat."

"Tsss...Ha-ans," said Julie, objecting, but not really, just smiling,
looking up. "You're so fucking bad," she said seductively. I looked at them
for a second, not moving.

"You hear me, dumbass, or do I need to come over there and kick your ass
again?" he said, derisively, in a deep, masculine voice. "Oh, and make us
an omelette or something...I need fucking real food with this fast piece of
ass around," he added, slapping Julie's firm, shiny ass. I immediately
complied.

I walked out as Hans and Julie giggled to each other and traded whispers.
As I walked to the kitchen, I was angry as hell, and vowing to get back at
him...but I was also turned on like never before. I didn't know where this
was going to go next. Right now I was just trying to figure out what to put
in the omelette.