Title Redescription: "Big Mack Part 4"
"Want to spend the night here?" Yoshi inquired, wiping the floor with his squirt.
"Sure, I'd like that," Amelia responded, "it'd save me from having to hail a taxi. But just so you know, I'm kind of sated with all the orgasms." She strolled towards the kitchen sink, got a cup, and gulped down some water. After experiencing a constant stream of orgasms, she felt dehydrated.
"Yeah, and my butt feels like someone parked a lorry in it," the emo commented. "Need a shower. I'm all sweaty and uncomfortable."
"Me too," the goth concurred. There was cum drying in her hair, on her face, neck, and breasts. "I'm a bit of a mess at the moment."
Yoshi chuckled. "OK, you go first. I'll get you a towel when you're done."
"Thanks, my dear," Amelia smiled. She made her way for a hot, lengthy shower. Yoshi continued watching videos on TV while waiting for her return. Once she was finished, he entered the shower, taking extra care to clean his anus.
When he settled into his double bed, Amelia had already curled up on her back, anticipating him. "Wow, I've never seen that side of you before," she remarked.
Yoshi turned off the light. He knew she was referencing a certain aspect. "Yeah, but you knew I'm bisexual, right?"
"Well, yeah, I did. You've shared some steamy stories with me, but that was the first time I was watching you get fucked. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Just how loose are you currently?"
Yoshi chuckled. "Fucking gaping, sweetheart. It felt great to have him fuck the cum out of me. Haven't experienced a hands-free orgasm like that in a while."
Amelia rolled onto her side, recalling how her orgasms came while watching Yoshi's thick, gluey nut slide out of his penis. She pinched his pierced nipple mischievously. He turned to face her and the friends-with-benefits exchanged goodnight kisses.
The last thing Yoshi thought of as slumber set in was the mechanic's enormous penis and how great it felt stretching him wide open.
The last thing his goth friend pondered on was how eager she was to spread him with a dildo. She made a mental note to bring it up in the morning.
In the neighboring suburb, Mack showered quickly before falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
*
The university students woke up late the next day. Amelia was already familiar with Yoshi's kitchen, and she crawled out of bed to make coffee. She filled the kettle and switched it on before heading to the bathroom to pee. The water boiled just in time for her return. She made two mugs of instant, carrying one to her friend in bed. She peeled back the covers, tickling his small, uncut penis. "Nice night last night, wasn't it?" she asked, taking a sip from her own mug.
On the other side of the mattress, the emo sat up, leaning against some pillows. "Thanks for the coffee," he said, raising his mug. He took a huge gulp. "And yeah, it was," he grinned.
"How's your butt feeling today?"
"Tingly and loose," he responded, smiling. "Like it's been the recipient of some superb cock."
"Hot," she affirmed.
They enjoyed their coffee.
"Ever been pegged, Yoshi?"
The emo's eyes widened in surprise. "No, but ... I've always fantasized about ... you know ... are you hinting at it?"
"Yes, I am," she answered. "I've got a strap-on at my place. It's roughly seven inches long. Lube it up, shove it in."
"Hell yes," he breathed, his dick already reacting. "I'd gladly let you fuck me."
Amelia's clit tingled, hearing her partner refer to his butt hole that way. So sexy. "I've pegged guys before. I adore it."
The emo understood that both of them would get aroused by the thought. He fondly recalled feeling another guy fuck a load out of him without needing to touch. He hoped Amelia would do the same to him as well. And the added bonus would be those thick, soft boobs of hers pressed against his back as she bent him over.
His cock started to harden, and she sensed it. "Is this turning you on, my darling?"
"Oh yeah. Just thinking about you pegging me is making me hard."
She perched next to him on the bed. She plucked his pierced nipple and started jerking his shaft. "*How* hard?" She lighted her fingers and caressed the tip of his foreskin.
"I wanna be dominated ... by you," he said.
"Fuck yeah," she cooed, speeding up her strokes. "I want to dominate you." She couldn't stop herself from grinning wickedly.
Wow, yea! The emo guy felt his buddy getting more intense. He shut his eyes as his orgasm came closer. He moaned, leaving cum all over Amelia's hand.
Amelia licked her fingers. They were wet. "Mmm! I'm going to peg like crazy!" she said, staring at his manhood. She winked and grinned.
Yoshi wiped his palms clean with some tissues.
"Do you guys usually hang out with that guy with a blue-collar job?" asked the goth chick.
"Mack," the emo guy answered, making a ball with the tissues in his hand and tossing it onto the floor. Once he was dressed, he said, "He's kinda nicknamed Mack. I'm not sure what his real name is, but his buddies call him that. Some of them even call him 'Big Mack.'"
"Like from the burger chain?"
"Oh, yeah. After seeing how huge his main course was, I can understand why they gave him that nickname," said Yoshi.
The girl's imagination went wild, seeing all those strong men with large penises in a shower room.
"What's next on your agenda today?" asked the emo guy.
"I've got a two-thousand-word essay to finish," she replied. "I should probably start on that. It's due next Friday."
"So, it's some kind of communication theory?"
"Well, I'll be learning about it soon."
"Darn, that's a bummer," he grumbled.
"Hey, want to go see a couple of goth bands in the evening?"
"It depends on how my work is going," she said. "I should go home first and grab some stuff before heading to the library."
"Don't forget to tell him I liked that 'special sauce' he shared with me," smiled the emo guy after hugging her.
It went silent at the emo's apartment. Silent enough for Yoshi to notice his phone buzzing on his bedside table. He walked down the hallway to pick it up. A message from Mack appeared on the screen.
Mack: Hey there.
"Hey."
Mack: I want you to know how grateful I am.
"No problem, buddy."
Mack: I had such a fantastic time.
"Same here. I really liked how you ate me out before... you know...you know the drill: girls have to eat guys out first, and then they let guys have their way."
"I already did that to you."
Mack: You're the sexiest thing I've seen in a while. So, what did you and Amelia do last night?"
"No, we didn't screw. You ruined me, lol."
The mechanic smiled and continued.
Mack: Are you busy tonight?
"I'm going to a gig with my friend, but you could come join."
Mack didn't say yes immediately. He didn't want to seem like a pest, and he wasn't sure if he would be invited.
Mack: No, I'm just going to hang out with some buddies at the pub. I already did that last night. And, honestly, it might not be my type of music."
"Probably not, I mean, we're not meeting Matchbox Twenty."
"Damn! I'm disappointed," Mack admitted.
Yoshi hesitated before saying anything. He worried Mack wouldn't want to talk anymore.
Yoshi: Would you prefer meeting up for a drink instead?"
Mack: Just one beer?
Yoshi showed off his butt in a picture he took. He even spread his cheeks apart to make it seem sexier.
Yoshi: Remember the tasty pussy I can offer tonight, Dad!
Mack: Easy there, skinny punk. This might be your first time trying this, but let me know if you're game.
"Sure. See you later, Big Mack."
Mack: No worries, pal.
Yoshi smiled, snapped his laptop closed, and laid on his bed, closing his eyes. He upped his profile picture on Grindr and then sent it to Mack:
Yoshi: Here's a close-up of my tight ass. You know what comes later.
Mack: Fuck! That's an incredible pussy, Punk!
Yoshi: If you want it, it's all yours tonight.
Mack: One hundred percent!
Yoshi: Okay, see you later.
Mack: Sounds cool. Toodles.
Before Yoshi could type anything else, Mack already left the conversation. But he thought about it for a moment before picking up his phone once more.
Yoshi: Want to grab a quick beer if you're not busy?
Mack: Just a beer?
Yoshi pulled his trousers down, bent over, and snapped another picture of his starting position.
Yoshi: And this, too.
Mack: Holy cow, Punk, you have a sweet pussy. It's all yours if you want it tonight, Daddy.
"Set the time and place, and I'll be over," said Yoshi, winking and smiling.
Mack: 100%...no worries, buddy.
The moody teen started pinching his nipples through his t-shirt. He needed a release in his vagina, now. He lay down his cum towel on the bed, poured lubricant all over his favorite dildo, and pushed it inside. It went in a little smoother than usual, thanks to last night's intense screwing.
He laid on his back, propped up his pelvis on some pillows, and began slowly fucking himself. He stroked his cock with his other hand, feeling it grow in his grasp.
He watched a home-made porn scene where a hairy, middle-aged trucker sat alone in a chair. The camera on the trucker's phone was placed between his thighs, showcasing his heavy balls, muscular arms, pudgy belly, and moderately sized penis.
The teen pushed the plastic dildo in a little further. This was one of his favorite scenes. He imagined himself being on the trucker's lap, kissing him, waiting to be dominated, inhaling his masculine scent as his clothes were lustily removed. He imagined him squatting on the trucker's cock, their arms wrapped around each other, tongues buried in each other's mouths. He imagined the trucker whispering the most vulgar things imaginable into his ear as he pressed his dick into his eager pussy.
As the trucker climaxed on screen, shooting cum all over his knuckles, Yoshi imagined jumping off, kneeling between his thick thighs right in time to catch the trucker's sperm on his face.
He pushed the dildo in as deep as he could, and warm cum drizzled over his fingers.
He licked his hand clean, pulled the plastic out of his vagina, and cleaned up.
The teen was ravenous. It was lunchtime, and he hadn't eaten since the night before, other than swallowing his own load. He visited his local coffee shop for a meal.
*
Later, Yoshi and the goth girl met up for dinner at a Thai restaurant. Amelia was having a hard time with her essay but needed a break from it. She ordered a red curry with tofu while the teen picked the chili and basil stir-fry. They munched on some spicy fish cakes as starters.
Amelia wore a black long-sleeved shirt, a longish purple skirt, and black boots with red laces. Her black hair was gathered into a ponytail, and her lips were covered in glossy, red lipstick. Her huge breasts, held in place by a frilly bra, rose high under her shirt. "Who's playing tonight?" she asked.
"I can't remember, to be honest," Yoshi replied. "Couple of goth bands from Sydney. We don't have to go if you don't want to."
"Not really," Amelia said. "I don't mind. Goth bands, you said?"
"Yep, but they might be closer to darkwave." He shook his head. "I'm not the boss of subgenres."
She didn't care. Music usually appeased her desires, but tonight, her thoughts were elsewhere. "Did you hear from Big Mack today?" she asked.
"Yes, he messaged me shortly after you left this morning. I invited him to join us tonight, but he said no. It would have probably been weird for him. He just recently met you, so he might've felt uncomfortable."
She nodded.
"Yes, plus the age difference," continued the teen. "He's older than us, and he probably assumed that our friends would be older, too. It could have been awkward."
She nodded again.
"But he said he liked goths," Yoshi continued. "He told me he found you attractive."
Amelia shrugged. "I'll accept the compliment, but I'm not sure if I share his feelings toward him. He's got a big dick, but I'm not really into hairy middle-aged guys with Ned Kelly beards."
"I know," said the teen, preparing to argue. "I don't understand. I think he's attractive." He took a bite of his meal. "I'm tired of boys my age." He sighed heavily before continuing. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm saying. I agree, he's got a nice cock, but I like the rest of him too. I love his hairy chest, his thick thighs, and his round butt. I even tasted his anus one night. I buried my face between his cheeks, and he smelled and tasted so fucking delicious. I adore his body, too. He may have let himself go a little from his rugby days, but he rocks the dad bod, even if he doesn't." He hesitated before saying, "He has a great smile, and that's the clincher." He paused. "Anyway, after he and I stopped chatting on the app this morning, I masturbated while watching some hot bear porn."
Amelia's eyes widened in shock. This was unexpected. She believed her casual boyfriend had eyes only for the mechanic's likable penis. She didn't realize he had a thing for complete packages. According to the emo's story, he developed an infatuation with older, chubbier, hairier guys - everything the skinny, bald emo lacked. "But there's an age gap," she stated. "You said it yourself. He's much older than you."
"Double," the emo casually brushed his hair back.
"Really?"
"Double my age. He's 42." He flipped his cap backward.
"Old enough to be your father."
"Indeed," Yoshi smirked deviously. "Definitely old enough to be my father figure."
They had an awkward silence for a bit. Amelia frowned, feeling uneasy about something she couldn't quite pinpoint.
"Hey, my dear," the emo asked, putting his fork down for a moment, "are you sure you want to attend this concert tonight? I'm not sure."
Amelia set down her fork. "It was your thought," she knew she'd rather do anything than spend her Saturday evening composing an essay for school.
"Yes, I know... but I have another plan. Something else we could do in its place."
"Is it connected to a middle-aged guy who appears to be a barista at a pretentious urban cafe?"
"Perhaps," he answered, smirking maliciously. "I took a photo of my anus this morning and sent it to him. I let him know he could have it when we're back from the concert, but to be honest, I'm not sure if I can wait that long."
"I can't either," Amelia confessed quietly. "Forget the concert. Inform him."
Yoshi grinned. "Fuck yeah, darling. That's a plan." He flipped up his fringe and reached into his pocket for his phone. His thumbs danced across the screen.
Yoshi: hey big dick are you ready to play soon?
He put his phone down on the table, wondering how long it'd take before it vibrated with a response. It didn't take long at all.
Mack: thought you and your girlfriend were going out?
Yoshi: we changed our minds... there's something else we want to do... specifically, she wants to watch you fuck me again
Mack: you 2 are so fucking sexy
With a cunning smile, Yoshi looked up from his phone. "I've invited him over. He's already outside his flat, awaiting us."
"Good," replied the goth, and the emo's thumbs tapped the screen.
"Maybe the spicy Thai food earlier was a bad idea," admitted Yoshi.
"Never a good idea before anal," she replied. "But it wasn't that spicy, so you might be alright."
They finished their meals, and Amelia paid the bill. They searched for the nearest alcohol store and purchased some wine to bring back with them. After getting requested for proof of age, the emo paid and threw the bottles into his backpack.
When they reached Yoshi's place, the tradesman was already outside his building, waiting for them. He held a wrapped six-pack of Fourex beer in his hand. "G'day," he said. He noticed the goth's red lipstick.
"Hey," said the emo. "Sorry we're late."
"No problem," replied the tradesman. "I thought I'd get arrested for loitering with the intention of... urm... doing something."
"Intent to do what?" flirted Yoshi, but the tradesman couldn't come up with a witty retort.
They went inside. Following a short lift ride, the emo retrieved his keys from his pocket, unlocked the door, and invited them in. He flipped the switch. "Here's the wine we brought," he said, pulling his backpack open and extracting two glasses of red wine. He opened a bottle of Shiraz.
Mack's sturdy fingers and rough palm ripped the cap off his first bottle of beer. It popped with a fizzy hiss. "Cheers," he said, and the emo and goth tapped their glasses against his frosty bottle.
"Have a seat," offered the host. Mack sat in the same armchair he occupied the previous night. Yoshi sat on the sofa, and Amelia sat by his side. She undid her laces and placed her stocking-clad feet in the emo's lap.
Yoshi massaged her toes through the nylon as she sipped her wine. "Nice choice," she said. [End of paraphrased text].
"Ah, I'm from Adelaide, South Australia, specifically Coonawarra. It seems to have the ideal soil for growing shiraz grapes," he responded. "If those snobs in France believe they create the best red wine in the world, they've got it all wrong."
"Mon dieu," the mechanic quipped in. Confused and slightly ashamed of his slip-up, he attempted to recover. "Do you speak any other languages, son?"
"Watashi wa nihongo o hanashimasu, though my proficiency has deteriorated somewhat recently. My father is Australian, but my mother hails from Kyoto. Dad would travel back and forth to Japan for work, and that's where they met. I can't recall the details. She moved to Brisbane with him, and subsequently, I was born. She taught me Japanese as I was growing up. I've had the opportunity to visit Japan for a duration, and while I managed to navigate, they could perceive that I was not a local."
Mack nodded in comprehension. The half-Japanese boy's dark brown eyes were stunning works of art.
"What about you?" inquired the emo.
The mechanic snickered. "No, I only speak English. The idea of learning a language has always appealed to me, though. I always wanted to attempt it to see if I could. Although I never attended university." He paused for a moment before resuming. "I may not possess the ability to learn languages, but I am intrigued. One day, I dream of traveling, yet I've never journeyed beyond my country's borders. I frequently watch foreign films on SBS."
"But you just watch them for the boobs, right?" quipped Amelia.
The skilled laborer glanced at the goth's chest. "Partaking in cinematic, philosophical monologues devoid of mammary pleasure would be disagreeable for spectators. Consequently, filmmakers are permitted to impart profound insights into the meaninglessness of life, while I indulge in the visual delight of breasts."
She giggled. The mechanic's twisted sense of humor captivated her. Furthermore, he seemed more articulate than she initially expected.
"Alright, I'll put on a record," the emo announced, causing the leather-clad woman to relinquish her position in his lap.
"Any preferences?" posed the emo.
"Not Led Zeppelin," retorted the tradesman. "Play something unfamiliar."
The emo flashed a smile through his locks. "Fine. Gather around, I'll play you something you've never heard."
The goth turned to her vinyl collection, seizing her copy of 'Floodland.' Moments later, the melodies of bright, jangly guitars, ominous basslines, and a persistent drum machine resonated from the speakers.
"What is this?" inquired the mechanic.
"The Sisters of Mercy," Amelia responded. "This is iconic goth rock from 1988."
The mechanic did some mental calculations: the goth girl wasn't even a preteen at the time. Despite that, he wasn't around when the Beatles and the Rolling Stones reigned supreme, yet they were amongst his favorite musicians in the world.
Yoshi held up the record jacket, saturated with blacks and grays. Darkness, sunglasses, and a moon enveloped in brightness. The music had an aura of gravity.
A lighthouse keeper basking in desert heat.
They sat calmly, drinking, listening as rain pounded Russia.
"So you skipped tonight's performance?" probed the mechanic.
"Yes," confirmed Amelia, her feet now back atop her boyfriend's lap. "We just weren't in the mood. We'd had a heavy night beforehand, and occasionally, remaining at home provides a better solution. High cost of living." She focused on the sensation of her partner's fingers intertwining with hers.
The knight captured the bishop's pawn.
"I understand," acknowledged the mechanic, taking a gulp of his beer. "Nowadays, expenses continue to skyrocket, don't they?" He was renting once more but still servicing half his previous mortgage.
The emo departed to the washroom, snagging a few essentials en route.
The record continued to play: Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me.
Mack encountered difficulty avoiding the goth's breasts' allure. She observed his gaze.
"It's okay," she said. "I'm aware of it."
"Caught you."
"No big deal. I'm used to it happening. Don't worry about it."
Mack pretended not to understand. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She smiled. "You know what I'm talking about. You're staring at my breasts. I'm okay with it. I know they're big. I know guys like them." She paused for a moment. "And even women do."
Mack remained silent, sipping his beer. His dick was becoming harder in his pants.
The emo returned after a lengthy break, just in time to change the record's side. His asshole was thoroughly cleaned, ready to be fucked anytime the opportunity arose.
He sat back down, taking a sip of his wine as his girlfriend returned to sit on his lap. He massaged her toes and soles, but after heating the water up his ass, his thoughts were inevitably focused elsewhere. "What were you two discussing while I was gone?"
"Nothing much," the goth responded with a smile. "He was caught staring at my breasts, though."
"I apologize for that," the mechanic said.
"They're nice, aren't they?" the emo said, leaning over to feel them. "Despite what the goth may think, you wouldn't mind getting a peek in the middle of the night, would you?"
"Anything is better than that level of desperation," the mechanic responded. He knew he was here for sex, but he was a guest, so it wasn't his decision to make the first move. His host was about to do that instead.
Without warning, Yoshi stood up and sat back on the mechanic's lap as if he was Santa. "You're Starting to get aroused by looking at them, aren't you? You want to see what they look like, don't you? And you want to touch them, right?" he teased.
The mechanic considered her for a half second before glancing back at the goth. "Not her, though."
"Come on, man, it's me you want to fuck," Yoshi teased.
The mechanic's penis began to stiffen in his pants. His gaze was focused on Yoshi's dark brown eyes.
Yoshi lifted his finger to his mouth, playing with his lip piercing. "I'm not sure what to get you for Christmas, but..." He paused, thinking. "I want a skateboard, and a tattoo, and some records. But what I really want is your big dick stretching my tight, warm pussy." His eyes widened as he felt the mechanic's cock against his ass. "You already have your present, baby?"
The mechanic nodded, feeling his heart rate increase.
Yoshi slid his arm around the mechanic's thick neck. "You want my pussy, don't you?" he asked.
The mechanic nodded.
"And you want my throat," Yoshi said, biting his lip. "Come on, Santa."
The mechanic's heart pounded. He'd never felt this aroused in his life, not even with his wife. His body was tingling, pulsating with excitement.
Yoshi continued running his fingers through the mechanic's thick red beard. "But I'm not done teasing you," he whispered. "You want my throat, don't you?"
The mechanic nodded.
"Open your mouth if you want my slutty throat," Yoshi beckoned. He pulled the mechanic in closer so that his lips brushed against Yoshi's. His breath was warm against the mechanic's beard.
The emo casually asked, "Anything else before you fuck my pussy?" He continued bouncing up and down on the mechanic's lap. "Maybe you want to suck on my cock first?"
The mechanic gasped in response. He'd never imagined anything like this.
The goth stared in astonishment as she witnessed the spectacle. Last night was intense, but this was an entirely new level. Her pussy was dripping like a busted faucet.
The emo kneeled between the mechanic's thighs, ready to undo his pants. A thick, pulsing dick slapped the emo's face, "Looks tasty, daddy." He traced his tongue across the large shaft, collecting a bead of pre-cum. "It is tasty," he teased, savoring the flavor.
Yoshi started sucking on the tip of the mechanic's thick dick and moved up and down slowly. The mechanic sighed deeply, his head tilted back on the armchair. "Fuck, daddy," the emo moaned.
Amelia's hand ventured up her purple skirt, fingers finding her engorged pussy.
"Lift your ass up," instructed the emo, "so I can pull your pants down." The mechanic followed, Yoshi stared at the impressive display in front of him before taking one of the mechanic's massive cumtanks into his mouth. The mechanic closed his eyes, feeling Yoshi's eager tongue devouring his balls. He felt delicate kisses dance across his toned thighs, returning his focus to the emo's swollen shaft.
The emo sucked and slurped, massaging the mechanic's girth and teasing his sensitive balls. The mechanic marvelled at how long he held back from cumming.
Eventually, Yoshi ceased his movements, waiting for the mechanic's reaction.
The bishop on the chessboard moved diagonally, two squares to the left.
A very aroused mechanic's hips flexed, driving his dick into Yoshi's deep throat. "Yes, daddy, that's it." The emo moaned, welcoming the cock filling his face.
Mack's fingers dug into Yoshi's hair, holding his head in his grasp. His hips moved with renewed vigor, driving into the emo's face. Yoshi gagged, eyes watering, the snot streaming from his nose. Yoshi signaled he needed to breathe by tapping his hand on the back of his head, and Mack stopped.
The emo looked up, gasping. His face was messy with spit and snot, his eyes wide, his mouth open. His eyes darted to the mechanic's throbbing cock, glistening with his snot.
Amelia was enamored. Her boyfriend was a complete cock whore. She thought about all the different ways they've had sex. She knew he was bisexual, but had no idea he loved dick so much. Last night and today were like stepping into a whole new world, and she loved it.
Yoshi started on round two, shifting into pleading mode. "Do that again, daddy. Choke your whore." Yoshi sucked the mechanic's huge tool back into his throat.
The goth gasped as she came, her cum splattering across the room.
Mack's hands tightened on Yoshi's hair, barely registering Amelia's presence. All he could see was the emo's cum-soaked face, all he could feel was his throat clamping down on his huge shaft, and all he could hear was the muffled groans of the emo. In a set of poor judgment, he held Yoshi's skull in place and kept his hips thrusting into the emo's throat. In a second, the emo gagged, coughed, and struggled to breathe. Mack stopped, but the emo appeared to be giving him permission with his taps on Mack's back, saying "For more." "Are you okay?" Mack asked, uncertain about the situation.
Animalistic sobs dripped down the emo's face as he caught his breath. "Oh my god, Yoshi. You are so big. I love this early Christmas present," said the goth. She stared at the emo, an image of a wet, desperate mess. "Suck the dick again. Swallow your cock, gargle it," said the emo, eager for more.
Yoshi wiped away tears and snot, smiling at the goth. "Choke me again," the emo declared.
The mechanic choked his dick into the emo's throat, fucking his face, making him choke and gag. He pondered how much more abuse the emo could handle. But, at the feel of Yoshi's hands tapping his back, he stopped.
Yoshi gasped in relief, looking up at the mechanic. Spit, tears and cum flowed down the emo's face. His jaw gapes wide, panting, wanting more. He was eager for more, and would get exactly that, but not in his throat.
The King's pawn opened the Game of Life.
XOXO
Happy Holidays!
The End.
P.S. 10/10 would suck again.
Mack wrapped his hands around Yoshi's hips, dragging him to the center of the room. Like a marionette, he forced him onto his knees, then four-legged stance. "Just like that, dude," he grunted. He shed his boots and tossed his jeans onto the sofa. The denim landed softly on the sofa.
The mechanic spat on the emo's ass, smearing the spittle around with his fingertips. He spat again and again. And again. His fingers circled the emo's genitals, forcing his index and middle finger in. He heard the emo moan. He watched the dude's small, uncut penis harden.
Mack's rock-hard cock glistened with so much moisture that he almost could have made the emo orgasm just with his fingers.
Yoshi gazed back over his shoulder. He was ready. "You going to fuck your slutty dude now, pops?"
Hearing the emo's words, Mack almost ejaculated on the spot.
Amelia wet her hand. She used to have a dildo, but she had lost it at some point. She craved deep penetration, and she knew Yoshi had a stash of sex toys, but she didn't know their location.
The mechanic gripped the emo's hips and pressed his wet penis into his juicy, welcoming hole. "Fuck my dirty asshole, pops," he heard, and Mack almost reached climax.
The mechanic drilled himself in, and Yoshi's jaw dropped. "Holy fuck, pops, you feel so good inside me," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder. "Thank you for my early Christmas present. You're so big."
Suddenly, Amelia longed for a real dick. Not some cheap plastic toy but a thick, live man stick. She fell to the floor and moved under Yoshi, sucking his erection into her mouth. She squeezed his balls with her other hand while licking the tip of his penis. Above her head, she observed the mechanic's powerful hips pounding Yoshi's tight asshole. She moaned, kneading her clit with her fingertips. She heard Yoshi groan, orgasm imminent. She sucked him even harder, teasing his foreskin. She felt his load burst forth, flooding her mouth. She savored his seed while she touched herself. She came.
As Yoshi's ass clenched around the mechanic's shaft, the mechanic's spasms increased.
Amelia crawled out from under Yoshi. She knelt next to him, running her hand along his cheek, the taste of his cum still in her mouth. She beheld Yoshi's dazed gaze as he slowed his thrusts. She tugged on his earlobe and said, "Hey, why don't we explore your music collection while you shower?"
"Cool idea," murmured Mack, relieved for something to take his mind off the sight of her G-spot. "But haven't you ever checked it out before?"
"Not thoroughly," replied the goth. "I know the ones he plays when I'm around, but I've never looked through them all." She smiled. "Now's the perfect time."
She got on her hands and knees and paged through the emo's record case. Mack couldn't help from gazing at her thick ass. He was still naked from the waist down, and he fought the urge to get an erection. He seemed uninterested in her as he was busy fucking Yoshi, but the wetness on the floor told a different story—she had played with herself while she watched.
They heard the shower running. Amelia bridged the silence. "Why don't we browse your vinyl collection?" she stated with a grin.
The majority of the vinyl records won Amelia's approval. Bauhaus, My Chemical Romance, Kraftwerk, Bloc Party, and The Cure were among her favorites. She also discovered early records by Hunters and Collectors, which she thought showed Yoshi's exceptional taste.
"Found anything damning?" Mack inquired.
Amelia pulled out a questionable record from the collection. "What's this?" she asked aloud. She picked up a worn copy of Cliff Richard's 'Wired For Sound.'
Mack shook his head. "Not cool."
They could hear the shower stopping. Yoshi said he'd be quick; he just needed to wash his face. "Hurry up," said the mechanic, "put it on!"
Amelia smirked deviously. She carefully removed the vinyl from its sleeve, placed the record on the turntable, and positioned the tonearm.
The emo stepped out of the bathroom and walked back into the living area. "I like small speakers, I like tall speakers / If they've music, they're wired for sound..."
Amelia and Mack spontaneously began dancing. "I forgot to bring my Walkman tonight," laughed the goth.
"And I left my rollerskates at home," grinned the mechanic. They'd both seen the iconic video on 'Rage' many times over.
The emo shook his head in amusement. "My grandma bought that record for seven bucks when it first came out. She played it constantly, and she passed it on to me a couple years before she passed away. I kept it for two reasons. One, to commemorate her memory, and two, because I knew this day would come - that idiots like you two would rummage through my collection when my back was turned, searching for a laugh. Well done," he chuckled, "you found it. But if you're planning on listening to the entire album, beware. You'll give up halfway through the third song. It's unbearable."
Minutes later, as Cliff sang his way through 'Better Than I Know Myself,' the goth acknowledged her FWB was right. "This is fucking horrible," she stated. She put two fingers on her tongue as if about to vomit.
Mack nodded in agreement. "This is worse than Bon Jovi, mate. This is a war crime."
Yoshi hung his head in feigned embarrassment. "Someone fetch me some cat's pee," he joked. Amelia went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of white wine - one for each.
Mack opened a different beer, and they all sat back down. The Cliff Richard record was still playing.
"Turn it off, mate," begged Amelia, "this isn't funny anymore."
"But I can't recall turning it on in the first place," countered the emo.
Her shoulders slumped. She gently lifted the stylus off the vinyl's surface and placed Cliff back in his case, hopefully never to be played again. She slotted in Depeche Mode's 'Violator' instead.
All three of them recognized this classic album. They settled back, listening as they drank.
It was nearing eleven o'clock, long past the mechanic's usual bedtime, but two cans of Red Bull consumed in the afternoon had given him a surge of energy. He wasn't tired. He was content to sit here a while longer, listening to records, talking, and drinking. But he hoped for more to happen. He couldn't help staring at the goth's generous bosom. His weapon was recharged, prepared to act again. He looked over at the emo. He had already destroyed his throat and pussy that night, but if given the chance, he'd do it again.
This time, he lit the fuse himself. He unzipped his pants and, while his cock was still loose inside his jeans, he held it in his hand.
The goth stared at the large penis that entered her boyfriend mere hours ago. Mack lifted it up, lowered it, and grinned at her. He knew she craved it.
Amelia crawled towards the armchair where the mechanic was sitting. She knelt in front of him, reaching out to touch his shaft for the first time. The mechanic might not be her type, but his cock was.
"You can stroke it if you want," Mack offered, and her brown eyes and lipsticked lips told him everything he needed to know.
She could smell him. An odd blend of hard work, sweat, and something else she couldn't quite place.
"Hey babe," yelled the emo, "does his dick smell like my pussy?"
Amelia's nostrils flared. "He smells exactly like your pussy!"
"What a shocker," her FWB replied. His hole was still tingly and open. "Suck the smell of my cunt off his cock, babe."
Gradually, the goth started licking the tip of the mechanic's giant penis. There was no doubt about it - her boyfriend's scent covered him completely. And as she took the tip of it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, she understood the intention. She began to bob up and down on the cock that had just fucked her boyfriend's tight pussy.
The mix of beer, sweat, and the smell of her friend's asshole was intense. She looked up at the mechanic. He took a gulp of his beer and attempted, but failed, to hide a burp.
Mack observed her mouth leaving fiery red marks all over his penis, and he felt like he was starring in an old porn movie.
Yoshi had never seen his girlfriend suck another cock. "Babe, you look so hot with his dick in your mouth," he said, taking his pants off. He walked towards the mechanic's armchair and pressed his hole against his mouth. "You want something sweet to eat while you're getting your cock serviced, daddy?"
The mechanic grabbed a cheek in each hand, pulling the emo's ass closer to his face. His tongue licked, explored, and scraped across the half-Japanese boy's opening like it was his last meal ever. The emo moaned, feeling the mechanic's tongue diving into his anus. "Feels so good, daddy," he whispered. His eyes closed, and he started stroking himself. Every nerve in his pussy fired like cannons.
Amelia looked up from her task to see the mechanic tongue-fucking her boyfriend. Her mind was on the brink of breaking. She sucked and touched with a zeal she didn't know she possessed.
The mechanic pulled his face out of Yoshi's ass just long enough to warn her. "You're going to make me cum," he said.
The goth only stroked harder and faster. She wanted it. She wanted the massive cock to flood her eager mouth with hot sperm. She flicked her clit and orgasmed, leaving her squirt on the floorboards.
"Do you want it?" asked the mechanic.
Amelia moaned wordlessly, sucking hard.
He shot his load into her throat just as his tongue, buried deep in Yoshi's ass, pushed the emo over the edge. With one hand, Yoshi grabbed the back of the mechanic's skull and held it in his rectum. He jerked himself to climax with his other hand, almost losing his balance as his semen arched across the room.
As time passed, the sounds of grunts, groans, and moans started to fade. All they could hear was the distant traffic and the sounds of three people breathing.
Mack eased back in his armchair, satisfied that his penis had emptied. He knew his face probably smelled like the emo's boy ass. He looked down at the goth, still on her knees between his legs. Lipstick covered his shaft, their faces, and her lips. He saw her smile up at him, grateful for what he'd given her.
The emo knelt down next to his fuck buddy. "Your dick isn't bad, right?" he asked.
She examined Yoshi's hand. "Hey, you've got some sperm on your fingers," she said, reaching out to lick it off before looking up at the mechanic. "His dick is incredibly good. But now I think it's my turn to clean up. It looks like there's lipstick all over his cock, so I guess it's all over my face, too."
"Yeah, but you look so pretty, babe," whispered the emo, brushing his bangs away from his eyes. He kissed her sweet lips.
She stood up, went to the bathroom, and tidied up. After cleaning her face, she examined herself in the mirror. She opened her mouth wide, showing her tongue. The mechanic's enormous penis would have easily dislocated her jaw, so how did her boyfriend accept such an intense facial? She shook her head. She'd ask him later.
She inspected her tongue closely. Millions, perhaps billions, of working-class sperm cells were buzzing around in her mouth, desperately searching for an egg to fertilize. They'd probably die soon. She grabbed her boyfriend's toothbrush cup and poured some water into it from the faucet. She swished, then swallowed. All gone. She tapped her stomach before returning to the living room.
She found Mack dressed and ready to leave. "Thanks for a fun night," he said, "but I should let you two be alone."
Amelia was slightly surprised but maybe it made sense. "Yeah, okay, no problem," she stammered. The mechanic held out his hand for her to shake. She found this a bizarre way to end a night where she'd watched this man fuck her boyfriend into oblivion before she sucked a second load out of him, but whatever. Maybe it was an old-fashioned thing. She shook his hand. "Thanks for spending the night with us, and I apologize for the Cliff Richard record."
The mechanic chuckled, turning to Yoshi. "Burn that record, kid."
Yoshi laughed. "I'll message you soon," he said.
"Nice," Mack responded. "Goodnight," he said as he headed towards the entrance, shutting the door behind him.
As the gothic girl continued to her bathroom, she realized that a shower was imminent. She knew her guy friend would give her priority since he often reciprocated. While passing by, she knelt before his now half-naked emo friend, kissing his small member.
Surprisingly, she had no idea how huge a "cock whore" her buddy-with-benefits was prior to this weekend.
She whistled as she turned the water faucets in the shower, waiting for the warm flow to drench her.
"I prefer small cock and tall cock..." [
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