parting 4

I turned my head just in time to be rewarded with a spurt of hot, gluey cum hitting my nozzle and open mouth.

'' That 's mightily bitch ! Eat my cum ! '' can urged through gritted tooth, as spirt after spurt of his cum hit me in the fount. I have only tasted cum once before, and that was my own. I was alone and very turned on and figured I 'd try it. Did n't really give care for it. whoremaster 's cum was thicker than mine, and tasted much saltier. I liked his cum even less than my own. But, remembering the pics and his menace, I dutifully swallowed all I could of it, and licked what my glossa would reach off of my face.

This was about the time that Thor decided he was ready to rick around on me and really lock his knot into this squawk. I groaned as he threw a leg over my back and turned stern to butt with me. His massive dong and knot slowly twisting inside my intestine, and putting new pressure on my prostate. He started to take out then, slowly dragging me somatic towards the stair leading off of the porch. I somehow managed to get my exhausted arms under me and get down a obtuse, awkward, backwards crawl to hold back up with him, since I knew his huge knot was n't ready to leave my ass yet.

As he started down the stairs, his monumental putz turned to a new angle, adding a different pressure on my prostate. I immediately felt an orgasm coming. It started at my prostate gland and radiated out through my soundbox. My shrunken musket ball tried to go further up inside me, while my pitifully limp cock started twitching. Trying to oust a load of cum that just was n't there. I was completely dried up. There was n't even any precum left to ooze out out of my limp cock. My loins and balls ached with each spasm that rocked my body. My arms started shaking and then collapsed again, allowing my fount to hit the porch unhampered.

Once again, I was shaking like a rag doll on the end of Thor 's thumping cock. His knot in my bastard was the only thing holding me up. Thor did n't look to notice. He kept pulling me off of the porch and onto the dew-drenched green goddess. My nerve and thorax scraped across the rough airfoil of the porch and into the grass.

That 's when I noticed three things :

It was wide-cut daylight now. Anyone stepping outside or take past could see me.

Thor was dragging me to his star sign because it was almost his feeding time.

Thor 's nautical mile had gone down a lilliputian bit.

I was not going to be seen like this ! Thor was not going to drag me back to my brother 's family and delay on food with me still impaled on his cock !

I gathered enough intensity level in my branch and hands to dig first my fingernails, and then my toenails into the dirt. I started pulling back against Thor, stopping his progress. Knowing it was going to smart, I also started pushing with my ass muscles, trying to expel his engorged shaft and greyback. I could find his mile starting to slip a little bit. It was moving, if only barely !

Thor 's knot was crowning in my stretched motherfucker when I felt another coming start to build. Not again ! I could n't go through another one just yet ! I tried to fight it off and redoubled my efforts to expel this monolithic intruder from my ass. I could experience my recoil balls trying to deplume further up inside me. My shrivel cock was starting to squeeze again as the orgasm built.

The orgasm hit right as Thor 's knot popped out of my ass ! My totally body was shaking and convulsing as I dropped to the ground, finally freed from his atrocious invader. My tummy cramped, my asshole burned, and my flaccid cock twitched as what felt like two gal of dog cum erupted from my abused asshole. The cum eventually died down to a dribble, dripping down my shriveled balls and cock. My abominable dry orgasm finally subsided and I knew it was time to get inside, quickly.

I gathered my military posture and pushed myself up on all 4. No Oklahoman had I got my arms under me I felt a painful boot to my overworked formal, causing me to grunt and precipitate back down to the ground. I had forgotten John was there, witnessing all of my shame !

'Where the fuck you think you 're going cunt ? I 'm not done with you yet ! '' John said.

I tried to answer that I was going inside, but was met with another sore bang to my crotch.

As I lay there, holding my privates, rolling around and moaning in painfulness, Saint John the Apostle said, '' The second rush was for trying to speak. Now its my turn bitch. Since bitch hotdog do n't talk, or walk on their hind legs, you 're going to watch over me inside on all fours, like a right short bitch. And remember, no talking ! ``

John went ahead of me and opened the door to my family. I followed, with my face burning at the stake in pity. What else did he want from me ? I would soon find out.

As soon as I was inside, John shut and locked the door. `` I 'm such a respectable master, I 'm goung to give you something to find out while I fuck your kick gob ''. With that, he dropped his pants all the way, exposing his newly aroused and throbbing pecker, and shoved his phone in front of my face. He pressed play and I watched myself being dragged across my porch by Thor 's massive cock as John buried his shaft up my ass in one knife thrust. My arsehole was so stretched that I barely felt it. He started slamming his cock into me, his balls slapping my firing and slimed dog cum squishing out of my stretched cakehole with every thrust.

As I lay there, semi-unconcious, feeling Saint John 's pelvis sweep into my asscheeks, he suddenly stopped pounding. `` This wo n't do at all bitch. You were moaning and squirming on that dog shaft. You 're going to do the same for me ''.

With that, he grabbed my still shrunken Ball hammock and coaxed my orb back out some. Holding them tightly in one hired hand, he made a fist with the other and punched me hard right hand in the balls. Pain exploded in my orb and I groaned and started to fall down, but John grabbed my pelvic arch and held me up. As I groaned and writhed under him, he started jackhammering my prick with his throbbing pecker again, `` That 's more like it bitch ! '' He shouted at me. `` Moan and squirm on this stopcock ''.

I do n't know how long he fucked me, but every fourth dimension I would get too still or calm, he would perforate me in the balls again to get me moving around.

Finally, as I felt him start to constrain and Irish punt my ass harder, getting cook to cum, I watched Thor 's knot pop out of my over-stretched asshole on the television in presence of me. It was massive ! At least 11 in long and his international nautical mile was the size of a grapefruit ! No wonder I could barely feel whoremonger 's cock in my ass now !

That 's when John gave me a surprise. He shoved four fingerbreadth of his unexpended hand into my asshole, along with his meaty cock. I felt that ! Curling his fingers, he rubbed my prostate gland while he continued to pound my ass. I felt another prostate gland orgasm coming. I could n't stop it. My organic structure started to jactitate and stir. My SOB was opening and closing around Saint John 's cock and digit. My flaccid stopcock was twitching, my abs ached so bad I was almost crying. Saint John the Apostle gave one terminal poking and emptied his cum deep into my intestine as my torso shook from head to toe. I lost conciousness ...

When I came to, I was lying naked in my living elbow room floor, cum pooled under me and still oozing out of my ill-use bunghole. My balls were swollen to twice their normal size and blacken and blue from the abuse. whoremonger was nowhere to be seen.

I managed to crawl to the bathroom and lead a sitting down shower, letting the hot water run over my ravaged consistence and was away the mixed cum and fret. It stung something fierce when it hit my ass and, strangely, my face. That 's when I remembered Thor dragging me across the porch on my face. Oh well, I will investigate that later.

I crawled out of the cascade, not even bothering to dry off, and made my way to bed, where I collapsed and slept till after dark.

I awoke to a message on my sound ... from privy ...

'' That was fun bitch. Had to go to work tho. You 'll be hearing from me again rattling soon. Do n't bury, I have pics and picture ''

This concludes portion 4. As stated, this is a dead on target story. Only the names have been changed for privateness. If more happens, I will relay it to you. give thanks you for reading. scuttlebutt are receive .