Piece by piece, I picked up our clothes spread around the living room. The first thong of mine I picked up had an electric blue waistband, with a tight, gold sequin covered front pouch. I put it on right away, unable to resist how sexy I felt in it. I played with the string between my massive cheeks, pulling it away from my boypussy. "Ah fuck! Yeah..." echoed through our living room as the string slammed back into my buttplug. My hole quivered as I repeated the motion a few times, feeling my nub leak more and more precum as I nudged my plug into my joy button. The only person who could really satisfy me was Larry however, I knew that much. Hoping to give him a reason to pound me hard later, I put all the clothing I could find into the hamper, taking a big whiff of each garment before doing so.
A few pants and wife-beaters later, I cleaned up the coffee table. I picked up all the cans, making sure to drink the last drops from each of them before dumping them in the recycling bin. The living room was clean, finally. Barely having the time to lay back down, I heard the doorknob rattle. The door creaked as it opened, Larry stomping back into our apartment displeased.
"Hey big man," I teased, "did someone's pipes need fixing?" Just as I looked up, my eyes met Larry's, full of hunger. I lowered my gaze the exact moment he grabbed my ankles, pushing them towards my shoulders. Larry's jockstrap was stretched out by his hardening cock, one of his balls flopping freely, having escaped its prison. His bulge was soaked in precum. Seemingly unable to resist the sight of my ass, he pushed his crotch against my plugged hole repeatedly, slamming it in me as I moaned. "Fuck... Gotta.... Fuck..." he groaned, humping me. My hands moved towards my ass, "Hang... Hm... Hang on a sec... Ohhhh!" Between two thrusts, I swiftly freed Larry's goal of its obstruction. He rubbed his covered, hardening cock between my cheeks, while contorting my knees towards my face. Snap.
Larry's jockstrap lost the fight. His head was in me a second later. As he pushed himself in, his hands gripped my ankles harder. He lowered them closer and closer to my face, in sync with how much of his monster cock was in me. We locked eyes as a wicked, arrogant smile peaked through his strong, rough beard. He licked his lips, "Good thing you're always ready, huh?" His dick hit my prostate at that exact moment. "Mhhmmmm, hmmmmm," was all I could let out. Larry shoved himself in me faster, pushing inch by inch while contorting my legs effortlessly. Had I always been this flexible? My breathing accelerated as his meat rubbed against my insides.
Larry's efforts were making him sweat, his musk filling the air as his face closed onto mine. His bald head was shining as drops landed on me. I stuck my tongue out, hoping to catch some. "Want a drink?" A hint of tobacco graced my tongue as Larry spat on me. Savoring it, I moaned, goading him into giving me more. Feeling generous, I was given a few more tastes as our mouths closed in on each other's. The pillar of flesh splitting me apart stopped its entry as my legs met my arms. "La- Ahhh- Plea- Plea- Se.... More," I begged. "Hehe, you're more flexible than that, come on," was his answer, chuckling as I flexed my hole, hoping for him to resume. His rugged face was a few inches from mine, flared nostrils exhaling warm air over me. He licked his lips slowly before biting the lower one. Drops of his sweat were raining on me one by one.
The whistling of his nose was the only sound in the room for a moment. Until he flexed his cock in me. I yelped in pleasure, Larry was done playing games. I moved my arms so my calves were behind my shoulders, allowing his hands to let go of my ankles. "Good Hole," he groaned, as he forced the remainder of his power tool in me. His colossal balls slammed into the small of my back, just like our lips. Invading my mouth, his tongue roamed around, teasing mine. I closed my eyes as I savored the aroma of tobacco and cheap beer. One of his hands rubbed my neck, as the other traced down my lithe, smooth chest. We made out as he teased me, flexing his third leg inside me as his thick fingers moved down my body.
My little nub felt his warmth as he drew lines around it, occasionally touching the precum leaking from it to moisten his trail. He withdrew his mouth from mine as the hand on my neck drifted to the front. Swiftly, his grip closed my lips together as he moved my head to the side. I opened my eyes only to be greeted by the TV across the room. "Want me to put something on?" he smugly asked. I left out a soft noise of agreement. The hand around my cocklet moved away as he pressed power on a nearby remote.
Almost immediately, a tight shaved pucker showed on the screen, a stream of lube falling above it from offscreen. A thick finger slathered around, before teasing the closed hole. Soft moans resonated from the monitor.
One of Larry's fingers rubbed my wet cockhead. Jaw still forced closed, I moaned loudly, right as Larry planted a kiss on my neck. Pleasure shooting through my body, I clamped my hole hard against his pole.
He chuckled against my skin, "Guess you're ready, huh?" He pulled his cock back a bit, two of his fingers squeezing my nub. Beard tickling my neck, he planted his mouth on it, and began assaulting my senses. I watched the hole on the TV breached by one finger as Larry used two of his to jerk me off. He sucked hard on my neck as he started properly fucking me. My vision went blank as I felt my insides vibrate against his record-breaking shaft. My balls throbbed, already on edge. He sped up a bit, my pathetic nublet dripping a small amount of cum out. "That fuckin' thing's hard to hold, fuck," he lamented as my sperm coated his fingers. Nonplussed, he kept stroking it, his mouth sticking to another part of my neck. Sight returned to me for a moment, the bottom on screen now had two fingers in his ass. Just as a third neared the stretching hole, pleasure blindness struck me again.
Time lost its meaning as all my buttons were being pushed. My neck was wet, my nub was sticky, my hole was stretched. Larry was fucking my brains out. His sweat was dripping on me, coating my body, musk filling my nostrils. Whenever the pleasurable fog lifted from my mind, I could feel Larry spraying cum deep within me as the slut on TV was getting railed by a new cock. My balls were painfully trying to shoot out another load, before Larry started using me again. Knowing what kind, good torture was awaiting, I never even started counting.
I was bloated with cum when I came back to. Larry's sperm was sloshing around in me as he pumped his final load. His cock throbbed as he let my neck go, patting the side of my face. His cummy hand cupped one of my ass cheeks while he groaned. I couldn't feel my arms, my legs or the side of my neck as he released me. "Alright, I think that's enough," he told no one. Softening, his cock slid out of my hole as I kept facing the ceiling. Larry took my plug, promptly putting back in its place once my favorite toy left my ass. He stood up from the couch, leaving me dazed.
Stomping shook the ground as Larry went towards the kitchen. "Ah, found it... First things first..." he talked to himself as he came back to the couch. He stood above me, holding an open book and a pen. "Clean it," he ordered as he shoved his cum-coated cock on my face. I obliged, licking off the bitter, tasty cum off his manhood.
With every glob of his pungent seed I snacked on, I could feel my girthy, beer can thick uncut cock throb. It swiftly reached full mast, my sizeable balls pushing precum out onto my cum-covered chest. Larry closed his book and put it down. One of his hands wrapped around my hard-on, perfectly surrounding it. My breathing accelerated quickly as my balls throbbed, an orgasm impending just from Larry's grip. Precum pissed out as my body reacted to him. He let go, my entire self calming down near-instantly. Deep laughter resonated through the room as he placed a hand back around my dick. He gave me a few strokes, breaking the dam. My sensitive tool shot another load straight onto my chest, more of my seed joining what I'd already produced over the last hours, just as I blacked out.