Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2019 12:05:15 -0700 From: Marlyn Lewis Subject: Alien Visit Chapter 14 Alien Visit Chapter 14 It was after 8 a.m. before we got out of bed. After all the sex we'd had at the bareback club and a couple of good fucks when we got home, we weren't ready to hit it again in bed this morning. However, that changed as soon as I joined Pieter in the oversized shower. His big, flaccid dick made my dick hard. And when he checked me out, his dick got hard. And that led to Pieter pounding my needy ass until he bred me. I gripped that monster with my ass muscles and made him nutt high up my ass within a few delightful minutes of his entry. As soon as he pulled out of my sperm-flooded ass, he bent over for me to take him to the same dizzying pleasure heights as he'd taken me. "I didn't get fucked enough yesterday," he grinned over his shoulder. "And the few I did get weren't nearly big enough to satisfy my needs. So, I still need more!" he added, wiggling his ass on to my hard dick and impaling himself on the full length of my breeding stick. "You were hookin' up with the wrong men, then, yesterday. I'll have to introduce you to Miles and Russ when we see them next time at the club," I promised. "Who are they?" Pieter asked over his shoulder as he pushed his ass back against my crotch in another attempt to make me fuck him faster and harder. Needing to breed him more than I needed to answer the question, I grabbed his hips and pulled him into harder and harder thrusts. I could feel my nuts boiling. I needed to unload deep inside him and there was no turning back. With a final, hard thrust, my dick jerked and sprayed one big volley of cream after another. He grabbed my ass and held me against his butt. He greedily wanted every drop of baby gravy as deep as I could shoot it. We howled in unison over the pleasure our coupling generated. "Gawd! I needed that," Pieter sighed when I pulled out. But, I wasn't done yet. I dropped to my knees and shoved my tongue up his gaping hole. I licked as deeply as I could reach, sampling only a small part of what I'd blasted into his love tunnel. The rest of my load was buried deep inside him, well beyond the reach of my tongue. "Yeah, me, too," I sighed when I finally pulled away from his butt. "I'm glad that you bred me, too. I can never get enough of your big dick." He spun me around, forced me to bend over and ate my ass out. His long tongue touched places only his long dick ordinarily hit. I squealed and squirmed as he felched my hole. If he kept this up, I'd need another ride on his breeding stick. But, we finished our shower and started breakfast without engaging in round two. I knew I could get another ride anytime I asked. "So, tell me more about Miles and Russ," Pieter reminded me. "Oh, yeah. I did mention them earlier, didn't I," I smile over at him. I'd just pulled out my phone to check for messages, but I laid it aside to talk to him. "Miles is a guy that I knew in high school. And before you ask, we never did anything there. I was always checking him out though. He's a nice looking, white boy with a huge, flaccid dick. The thing's got to be at least six inches long when soft. And it adds more than two inches when hard, besides being really thick, too. Anyway, we haven't seen each other for about 10 years, well, since we graduated from high school. He went on to get his PhD and now works for JPL looking for exo-planets. "And he said that he was always checking out my black dick and ass when we were in the showers at school. But, he knew that if he checked me out too much, his dick would get hard and he'd embarrass himself. I admitted that I had the same problem when I looked at his dick or his bubble butt." "So you fucked him?" "Yeah, and he fucked me. Both of us pumped a load up the other one's butt," I admitted. "Another cure!" Pieter high-fived me. "And Russ?" "Russ is another white boy that I've never seen before. He's extremely tall and almost painfully skinny. But, he has an enormous dick. He's bigger than both of us in length and girth," I added. "And so you fucked him, too?" I laughed. "Of course!" "And another one bites the dust!" Pieter smiled. I was surprised that he even knew what that phrase meant, but he certainly used it correctly. "So, how many do you think we cured yesterday with all the fucking and getting sucked?" I asked. "Between us, I'd say we did around 100, give or take. I had a lot of guys suckin' on my dick, so they got some precum. But, I think I nutted in five guys. Although at the sling room, I know I let go a few wads of jizz that didn't result in a climax," he allowed. "Me, too. But, I don't think it was as many as you gave some cream. I don't have the control that you do to keep from nutting when you're fuckin' ass," I sighed. "Nonetheless, I think we did good for just one day," Pieter suggested. I picked up my phone again and checked for messages. Sunday was usually a busy day for people to get out and look at houses and check listings. I had three texts from people who had been referred by other clients, plus one from Mr. Schellenberger, the guy who had the chateau in southwest France that he was going to unload soon. I checked that message first. I read it aloud for Pieter's sake, because I knew he was interested in travelling to France. "Mr. Carter," the text started, "the time difference of nine hours suggests that a text is a better idea than a phone call. I hope you are well and still interested in the estate in France. I've decided that it's time to sell and move more of my assets into a trust fund. I'll only be keeping my apartment in New York City. Please text me back with your interest or non-interest in the French estate. I want to give you a chance to come over and look it over before you make an informed decision. So, I've decided to postpone any movement toward a sale for another three months. However, if you decide that you aren't interested, I'll put it on the market immediately. Thank you for your time. I await your response." "So, whataya think?" I asked. He beamed. "I'm ready to go when you can get away. How long will we be gone? Won't I need new clothes?" "Let me check on flights and see if Joan is ready to take over," I responded. I spent the next hour comparing flights and costs to fly from LAX (Los Angeles) to CDG (Charles de Gaulle, Paris). After I found a couple of them that seemed like they'd work, I reviewed connecting flights to get us to our final destination. Those were easy connections, too. Return flights were equally easy. I sent Joan a text and asked her if she were ready to take over the office for three weeks while Pieter and I were in France. An hour later, I got a text back that said she was ready if I thought she was. I assured her that I knew she could do it. But, before I purchased the tickets, I sent another text off to Mr. Schellenberger to ask him if the dates I had in mind worked for him. As it was early evening in France, his text reply came back immediately. "Yes," he replied. "Any of those dates would work for me. Please let me know when you'll arrive and I'll have one of my staff pick you up at the airport. Please stay here at the chateau for your entire time, unless you'd prefer to travel around in France for part of your vacation. While you're here, I'll introduce you to the entire staff. I think you'll want to keep most, if not all of them when you're in residence. When you're not in residence, you only need one man to keep the grounds maintained. And he can also check on the property when the grounds don't need his attention." I purchased two round-trip, business class tickets and sent the details off via text to Joan and to Mr. Schellenberger. Our flight departs in 10 days, so I had some work to do with current clients, including the ones that had texted me today. We made up a grocery list for Costco, but wouldn't dream of going on Sunday. The place is a zoo on the weekends. "We'll go Monday afternoon," I promised Pieter. "And we'll go shopping for clothes and any other items we might need while in France on Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on my schedule. Are you okay with that, Pieter?" "Yep," he replied. "But, I'll need your help to decide what I'll need over there." I assured him that he would get all the help that he needed. After we finished the grocery list and another list for items we might need to take with us to France, I returned messages from the three people who wanted me to help them with home purchases. All three immediately responded with phone numbers. The first family wanted a particular location with a view, but weren't willing to go above $15 million. The second call was to a single man with a hectic life which would require a low maintenance home and yard. He was not interested in a town home or condo. His price range went as high as $5 million, but he was only interested in homes within a 15 mile radius of his office. The third man was a friend of Jennifer's. I had to wonder just how friendly they were, but decided it was none of my business. He was an investment banker with "unlimited" funds, but only for a home in Malibu or another beach community nearby. However, his preference was Malibu. Going south along the coast would put him too close to the noisy Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). I pressed him about his unlimited funds. He said that he didn't want to go above $50 million and he didn't want acreage. He was willing to hire a landscaping service to take care of the grounds, but it had to be less than an acre. Knowing that there were many more criteria that they hadn't mentioned, I asked all three of them to send me a text, telling me what they wanted in detail, including number of bedrooms and bathrooms, layout, neighborhood, and anything that's a "showstopper". I knew their lists wouldn't be comprehensive, but it was a place to start. Checking for listings available in the areas the new clients wanted, I found two or three possibilities for each client. I sent texts to all three with attachments detailing the listings I thought might suit their needs. It was clear that all three clients wanted to move fast. All of them quickly responded and wanted to see the homes in question on Monday. The $5 million client wanted to see the three homes at 9 a.m. Monday. The $15 million client was available after 2 p.m. And the third client with the "unlimited" budget was only available in the early evening. Immediately, I called the listing agents and told them that I had a client who was very interested in their listing, but was only available on Monday at the designated times. They promised to call me back if those times were not good for the current owner. Happily, three of the eight listings I wanted to show on Monday were empty houses, but all were staged. The two homes that I'd chosen for the "unlimited" budget were available as requested, but only before 8 p.m. I called that client and he stated that he was available at 5:30 p.m. The two homes were only four miles apart, so it would be easy to see both of them before 8 p.m. The other agents had called back and had related that the homes were available for viewing at the requested times. I told Pieter that my Monday schedule looked like it was slammed, so we'd have to postpone our Monday shopping trip to Costco. And depending on how the showings went on Monday, I wasn't sure how busy I'd be on Tuesday and Wednesday. He frowned for a moment, then smiled, and said, "We have 10 days before we leave for France. I'm sure we'll find the time to shop within that window." He reached over and kissed me, followed by a grope and a hand down the back of my pants. "Did you have something in mind?" I asked. "I always have you in mind," he responded. "And I remember what we said last night, but I feel we should go back to the club this afternoon. If I read these horny men correctly, they'll be there this afternoon and early evening, but not late like they were yesterday." I nodded. "So, you want to go back again and spread more cure? After all, we only have 10 more days before we leave for France." How could I possibly argue with such sterling logic? "And as you pointed out," I grinned, "we have only 10 days. Therefore, I think we need to breed each other again just before we leave, so we'll have fresh jizz for the men to eat out." "Great minds think alike," he smirked. "What time do you want to head down there?" "Well, it isn't noon yet, so we should probably wait until later in the afternoon. How does 3 p.m. sound to you?" "That works for me," he smiled. "And I think I hear the master bedroom calling us." "So soon?" "Well, this is for us. We can add more sperm just before we leave the house," he smiled evilly. And this is why I love this guy so much. He's always up for sex, even if it is several times a day. I sometimes wonder if he is trying to make up for the three years in space when he had only his mouth to satisfy his big dick. The reason didn't matter. Only his passion for sex did. After another hour of sucking, fucking, and felching, we showered, made lunch and rested up for an afternoon of hot sex with sex-starved men at the club. This was going to be as fun as yesterday. I hoped that Miles and Russ would be there. After several hours, our balls were completely recharged. I wondered if we needed to refill our manholes with more sperm. But, Pieter quickly convinced me that we had enough in reserve to satisfy several men at the club. Beside, our precum was just as potent as our jizz. And I never turn down a chance to ride his big dick. On the way to the bareback club, we discussed whether or not to get a private room. We decided that was a waste of time and funds. We weren't going to entertain men privately, but rather our task was to spread the cure and that meant a lot of men taking precum, not loads from us. We did recover well after a big climax, but not quickly enough to service as many men as we wanted to. The stars were aligned perfectly. We scored a parking space within a block of the bareback club. When we walked into the club, the man that we'd talked to yesterday was there. He welcomed us and then asked if we were going to make a habit of visiting the club. "We have available an annual membership that allows you to show a membership card and pay nothing for a full year, not even a towel fee," he smiled. "And it's only $100 each." Pieter and I looked at each other and nodded. I knew we needed to spread the cure and this place was certainly central to our scheme. Even though we'd be gone for three weeks to France, we'd be coming back here often to change the health of every man we played with. Paying for the membership for both of us was an easy decision. He handed each of us a towel and bid us "happy hunting" and multiple orgasms. We laughed with him and headed for the locker room. With locker keys dangling from the curly wrist bracelets, we headed for the showers. We didn't need showers, but that's a good place to start with men who are eager to play around. I already knew from the noise level that the orgy room would be too full and perhaps the sling room as well. Pieter suggested that we separate and find some men to play with. I stipulated that we'd reconnect in an hour in the shower room. After that, we'd decide what more we could do. My first stop had to be the rimming/felching room. Pieter always sprayed a massive load when he climaxed and his "babies" wanted out! So, some lucky man was about to be fed a sweet load of alien man cream, fresh from my ass. When I walked into the specified room, I noticed immediately that all seven of the rimming stations were occupied. However, only four of them had a man sitting on what looked like a cushioned toilet seat. That left three open for me to choose from. The guy farthest from the door had the biggest dick, so I chose him. Well, I had to start somewhere, right? I walked behind the four seated men, admiring their muscular backs and the piggy noises their rimmers were making. Moving into position over the man I'd selected, I squatted over the seat, but shoved my hard dick in his mouth first. He needed some precum to get him started on the cure before I welcomed his tongue into my ass. Neither of us seemed to mind the change in routine, but after a few seconds he demanded my ass. I accommodated his request and sat firmly on the seat. The position spread my ass cheeks and he dove quickly into dining on my hole. His groans of pleasure signaled to me that he loved the taste Pieter's nutt and I loved his skilled action eating out my ass. His tongue reached deeply. I wiggled and sighed contentedly. But, my rocketing pheromones were quickly pushing him to a big climax. His left hand on his dick flew up and down furiously. I could tell by how eagerly he was eating my butt and the chuffing noises his breathing had taken up that he was very close to his climax. Quickly I stood up and rushed forward three feet. I squatted quickly over his dick and sat down. His hand fell away as he felt my ass tunnel chew his needy dick. His hips thrust up and he entered me in one deep motion. Although his was the biggest dick in the room, it wasn't that big, and I easily swallowed him. Within seconds, his dick jerked and I felt his cream rocket up into me. His rapid thrusts reached a peak and then died away as his climax peaked and waned. A few seconds late, I pulled off and went to the next man. Again, I shoved my dick into his mouth and he eagerly gobbled up as much as he could. Getting fucked and bred always made my dick hard. Precum oozed gently from my long dick. I could feel it slide down the thick tube on the underside of my dick. He milked me expertly, but I wasn't there to nutt in his mouth. I needed to save my load for someone else later. I moved forward and sat squarely on the cushioned seat and offered up my freshly creamed hole. He groaned when he tasted the fresh sperm inside my ass. His left hand began the same furious beat on his upright organ that the first man had. I could tell by the urgency as he ate my ass that he was very close to cumming. Moving quickly, I sat on his hard dick and urged him to fuck and breed me. Ten seconds later, he had reached his climax and withdrew well satisfied about a minute later. He told me that he didn't mean to nutt so soon, but he couldn't help it. He loved my black ass and the sperm feeding that I'd given him. Truthfully, it was my pheromones that had pushed his climax sooner. The next 20 minutes were spent sitting on faces and hard dicks. I always managed to give them some precum before or after a good rimming. There was a rotation of men entering and leaving the room, so I was there for another 20 minutes. I never nutted, but I was close several times. However, I did take more than half a dozen loads up my ass. One guy really stood out, though. He was a hot, white daddy that loved eating out my ass. I sat on his face twice to deliver loads from other men and his load, too. He had a nice dick, but it wasn't the biggest one I'd sat on. Still, he was a hot man and in another situation, I'd have gladly fucked him. As it turned out, he followed me out of the rimming/felching room and offered to entertain me in his private room. I wasn't about to turn down a man as delicious as he was. "It takes me a while to recharge, but, I was hoping that you'd fuck me," he stated as we entered his room. "I loved your ass sitting on my face. Your butt is amazingly round and delicious. I only wish that I'd had more time with my dick in you. But, I couldn't hold back when you sat on my rod," he sighed. "We both enjoyed it," I allowed. "I'm pleased that you loved eating out my ass, too." "There's something about you that really hits all my buttons. It usually takes me a while to cream, but, I was so into your ass that I couldn't stop my climax. I think that if I hadn't been stroking my dick while I ate your ass, I might have delayed cumming, but I doubt it. There is something that you have that totally turns me on," he smiled. "But, right now, I need that monster dick up my butt." By now, he was on the bed on all fours. He handed me a small pump bottle of lube and wiggled his butt in my face. I was so ready to breed this guy, but I wanted to taste his daddy ass before I bred him. "You'll get a ride on my dick and an ass full of cum, Sir," I said. "But, first, you need your butt prepared." My tongue touched his manhole as my hands spread his daddy cakes. I ate his hole out like a starving man. He tasted fresh and sweet. From that, I had to assume that he didn't get fucked very often. Maybe he was a top who rarely bottomed. "Are you sure you can take me?" I asked. "If you go slowly and take it easy on me, I think I can," he replied as he looked over his left shoulder and gave me a wan smile. "I'm usually the top. But, I really want to bottom for you." "I promise to go easy on you," I smiled back. "Let's loosen you up first." I used my tongue and then fingers to spread his hole. When my fingers touched his prostate, he growled with pleasure. "You like that, don't ya!" I smirked. He wiggled his butt and sighed. When I pulled three fingers out of his ass, I quickly replaced them with my hard dick. The spongy head, moved effortlessly in, but only a couple of inches. He seized up. "Relax and breathe deeply," I whispered soothingly. "Do you want me to pull out and try again?" He shook his head to the negative. Nonetheless, I pulled out about an inch and held my position for a few seconds. I felt him relax, so I pressed forward again. Another two inches slipped inside before he tensed up again. "Maybe it would be easier for you if you sat on my dick, instead of trying to take me doggie style." He nodded and moved aside, so I could get on to the bed on my back. He added more lube to his manhole and my big, black dick. "Just gently sit on my dick. Take your time, but pull off if you need to. We're in no rush. You'll get my load, eventually," I smiled up at him. Despite the pain written on his face, his dick was still hard and fat. I had to smile as I remembered how good it felt when it had been up my ass, firing his load into me. Now, it was his turn to take my dick and ride it. I could feel my dick leaking more precum as he squatted over my hips and descended slowly. His ass lips chewed on the head of my dick and he swallowed the head. "Fuck, you're huge," he moaned. "But, I want you so bad," he added. I stroked his hard dick to take his mind of what his ass was doing. His big, full balls swung heavily beneath his dick, but I could see that they were drawing up as another couple inches of my dick disappeared up his tight chute. I moved slightly and hit his prostate. "OH, FUCK! That feels good," he crowed. "I knew your monster would hit my prostate and I'd love it. But, I didn't think that would make it easier for me to take you." Grinning up at him, I said, "You've still got a lot of dick to take, so continue to take me slowly. You'll get it all," I promised. Slowly he moved up and down on my hard dick. Every ten seconds or so, his ass swallowed another inch or more. Finally, he had all of my manhood up his hole. I felt his ass cakes on my pubes and he rested for a few more seconds to get used to how big I am. As much as he loved the full length inside him, he really loved my fat dickhead rubbing against his prostate. He'd bounce up and down on the few inches he needed to massage his prostate with my dickhead and then take the full length a couple of seconds later. His dick jerked and leaked precum, slapping against my abs with each deep thrust into him. The rhythm was delightful. His dick was slobbering precum each time I hit his prostate particularly hard. His big balls were pulling up tightly against the base of his fat dick. I knew he was getting close to another climax, even though he'd shot up my ass only ten minutes ago. He leaned over and kissed me as his butt continued to bounce up and down on my thick, long dick. My pheromones hit him hard and he bucked and jerked above me. His dick sprayed a nice load over my chest. The convulsions of his climax radiated to his ass and he rode me hard. As his climax peaked, I cut loose and flooded his love tunnel with my male juices. This hot daddy was gonna be one of the best cures we created. He continued to ride me, enjoying the feel of my fat dickhead scraping delightfully against his prostate. But, it couldn't last. My dick wilted slowly and his butt was experiencing more friction than he wanted, despite the amount of lube we'd applied and the sperm I'd blasted into him. He pulled off with a satisfied sigh. My heavy dick flopped to the side and leaked the last creamy drops of cum on to my right hip. "Turn around," I commanded. "I need to eat your ass and get some of my sperm back." He smiled, but readily complied. I'd fired so deep inside him that I only tasted a few drops of my load. I was a little disappointed, but he loved my tongue working on soothing his sore hole. And he enjoyed licking up the sperm on my wilted dick. I glanced at my watch after I'd rimmed him for several minutes. It was time to meet Pieter in the shower room. I'm sure that I needed a shower. With a suggestion that my new friend should join me, we left his private room and with our towels, headed for the showers. Pieter wasn't there yet, but my new friend (Mark) wondered if I were at the club alone. I told him that I was there with my boyfriend and that we'd agreed that we'd separately enjoy the club. We thought that two big men like us would be intimidating to some men here. That wasn't what we wanted. We wanted action! Mark volunteered that his boyfriend was not at the club this afternoon. He only showed up every few weekends, because he shot off so quickly and then was bored. So Mark went by himself most of the time. He repeated that he topped nearly all the time. I was a special case, he grinned. I expected him to ask for my phone number, but he never did. He may have had some kind of agreement with his boyfriend that it was okay to fuck around at the club, but no other outside contact was allowed. Not wanting to pursue the subject, I asked him how often he came to the club. He said that he was here on most weekends for a few hours, but showing up was always subject to outside influences, including his boyfriend. A few minutes later, Pieter showed up. I introduced them and they greeted each other warmly, but nothing more happened. Pieter asked me if I had been successful and where I'd spent most of my time. I told him about the rimming/felching room and my visit to Mark's private room. Pieter smiled when I told him how many men I thought I'd shared the cure with. He stated that he hadn't been quite as successful with the numbers, but he did his best. He fucked four men, but gave only two of them his load. "How's your dick holding up?" he wondered. "I think I'm spent," I sighed. "Mark was a lot of fun fucking as were the other men that blew me, but I'm okay with going home now, if you'd like to." "I think that's the right decision," Pieter agreed. "We don't want to wear out our welcome here." He paused in thought. "Do you think we should come back during the week and not just hit the weekends?" "It would be a different clientele," I suggested. "So, I think we should. However, we will have to work around my real estate career." "That always comes first," Pieter agreed. "Let's go home." Pieter's suggestion to head for home was sidetracked by two black men in the locker room. They had lockers next to ours, so we couldn't avoid them. And we didn't want to avoid them. Both of them stood about 5'10" tall, but one was very muscular and the other was slender. When they saw us, they smiled and stared at our semi-hard dicks. The slender one licked his lips and sank to his knees before me. In one quick motion, he engulfed my dickhead and slipped his full lips nearly to the base of my dick shaft. I moaned with pleasure. I glance over at Pieter and smiled. His dick was getting the same treatment as mine, but his benefactor was the hot, muscled man. From the sounds Pieter was making, the muscle man knew how to suck dick. A couple of minutes of getting my dick sucked pushed me toward another climax. I think my new friend could sense that, too. He pulled off, stood up, turned around and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his gym bag. "I can't swallow that big dick, so you'll have to fuck me with it," he smiled over his shoulder. The lube quickly smeared over the length of my hard dick. A couple of lubed fingers slipped up his hungry hole immediately thereafter. He got on all fours on the double bench in front of the lockers. "Fuck, yeah!" groaned the muscle man beside me. "I love a big dick!" I looked over at Pieter and smiled again. Pieter's dick was deeply buried up the muscle man's ass. I reached over and patted Pieter's thrusting ass. He didn't need the encouragement, but I did love touching his hard ass at every opportunity. The slender one grabbed my dick and impaled himself on it. His moan of pleasure rivaled that of his friend. "Damn! You're big, bigger than Ron's," he sighed contentedly. "Take it easy on my ass," he added. "Ron's not as long as you are." I checked out the muscled guy, but couldn't tell if he were well hung, because his thick muscles and Pieter's big butt interrupted my line of sight. After a few minutes of fucking doggie style, my helpful friend flipped over and grabbed my dick again. He wanted it as deep as I could shove it. I didn't disappoint him. I thrust greedily into his ass, making him bellow with pleasure. With his long dick in my hand, I knew I needed to sit on it as soon as I'd bred him. And that wasn't very far into the future. My roiling balls were sending urgent signals: I was rapidly approaching another climax. "You ready for a big load deep in your ass?" I whispered in his ear. "Fuck, Yeah! Breed me!" he responded. Seconds later, I slammed deep and unloaded creamy sperm into his deep channel. I bellowed and thrashed atop him. My dick fired rapidly. I'd shot off already today, but this one felt like the biggest climax of all day. Holding my crotch against his spread ass, my dick jerked again and again. He was getting my full load deeper than his friend Ron ever pumped it. Even though my climax had ceased, I couldn't stop fucking his slender, wonderfully hungry ass. I leaned in and kissed him as I slowly withdrew. Rolling him onto his shoulders, I lowered my face into his ass and ate our a few dribbles of my load. Most of my cream was deeply seated inside him, certainly farther than my tongue could reach. With lube added to my ass and his very long dick, I straddled him and sat on his hard, thin dick. The length of his dick surprised me. I thought it was long, but it felt longer than Pieter's even though it was thinner than my boyfriend's dick. I ground my ass into his pubes and wiggled. He smiled up at me and began thrusting upwards. I did my best to chew and work on every nerve in his pistoning dick. He felt good inside me. But, as I was really getting into it, he pushed me away. "Man! I wanna nutt in your ass, but if I do, I'll not be able to perform for the rest of the afternoon. I gotta save my jizz for later." He paused in thought after he kissed me. "Will you be back again sometime?" I glanced over at Pieter and Ron. They were still going at it with Pieter on the verge of pumping a load up Ron's eager ass. "We'll be back later this week and then probably on the weekend. But, we're headed to France in another 10 days," I replied. After Pieter bred Ron, we headed back to the shower one last time. I asked Pieter if he liked the idea of fucking with them at home. He smiled and nodded. "Oh, yeah. I'd love to do both of them, even though they're already cured," he stated. I asked Ron and my new friend (Gary) for a phone number so we could arrange some private time with them for a real fuck and breed session. With their contact information, we left the club and drove home. This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe. It costs some serious money to run this site. Please be generous with your donations to www.nifty.org.