Tag: sausagewithgirth

It has a mind of it’s own.  Damn thing gets hard every time it senses a bitch in heat. Millions of years of evolution have made this thing a heat seeking missile. Its purpose is to seek out holes that are ready to be bred, force its way inside, pound them over and over and until it fills them to overflowing them with loads of hot jizz. I do not know how it knows, but it has never been wrong, when it senses a hole needs filling, it plumps up and and starts throbbing until it gets where it belongs, inside of some horny bitch.

Since we are alone, this must mean that you are a bitch.  Is that true, roomie? Are you nothing more than a hole that needs to be filled? Has evolution done something similar to you? Is your ass twitching at the sight of my cock.  Does it sense the presence of an alpha male that needs to breed?  You feel the need to be filled by my meat, don’t you…….bitch?

I think we need to get my cock together with your hole.  Evolution demands it. So bend over and let me force my thickness inside of you. We will both feel better, like we have served our purpose in life, once my seed is dripping out of your stretched out cunt.

Lesson number one: If you did not want to get cunted, you should not have accepted a drink from strangers.  

Don’t worry, we know that some lessons are harder than others, but we are going to take good care of you.  This will be a learning experience.  We will teach you lots of valuable lessons. At a minimum, before this weekend is over you will have learned how to properly take a hard, pounding fuck from a group of horny men. You will learn that your holes can stretch, that raw dick feels better than latex covered, that a couple of inches does make a difference, that cum is the best lube there is, and that you were made to take cock.  

These are lessons that will serve you well as you go thru life.  

Damn, who knew gang banging a fag was so exhausting.  I have worked up a good sweat.  It’s a serious workout plowing his cunt over and over.  And it took fifteen minutes of hard work trying to shove my thick ten incher into his tight virgin hole.  I hope I can go once or twice more, the fag needs at least four or five loads of my jock jizz inside him. 

“John, what happened last night?”

“Last thing I remember, we were talking about how gay the fags on the swim team looked with their chests shaved.  Then you made me a drink.”  

“I must have gotten really drunk, not to remember.  Did I pass out?  I didn’t do anything stupid, while drunk, did I”

“Who’s Speedo’s are those on the floor, and why are they ripped up?” 

“What is that funny taste in my mouth?”

“What happened to all of the hair on my body?  Are those empty bottles of depilatory cream?”

“Why is my camera set up on the tripod, over by the bed?” 

“Where is my underwear?”

“Are these metal rings on my nipples? I don’t have pierced tits.”

“John, seriously, what happened last night?”

“I am not sure I could describe it properly.  I am afraid I would leave out something important.  Perhaps we should just watch it on You Tube?”

“Oh, look you have over 20,000 views already.”