How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 07

Becca lined up beside Brenda and I pulled out of one, stripped off the wrapper, and plunged into Becca's hot box. I kept going until Becca had an orgasm, then flooded her cunt with my cream. I had Becca hold still while Sharon cleaned me off, got me hard and put another wrapper on.

This time, I flipped Brenda over and thrust in missionary position, her legs resting on my shoulders. I had Becca climb over Brenda's face.

"Lick all of my cum out of Becca's cunt, Brenda," I said.

I waited until she started before plunging up her gaping pussy and plugging it with my cock. She gurgled something, which might have been "Oh, fuck," but it was smothered in Becca's dripping folds. I gave her another twenty minute fucking, but I still intended fucking Brenda's ass, and it was a work night.

"Are you ready for this load, Sharon?"

She lay down beside Brenda, her legs spread and I pulled out, unwrapped and speared into Sharon's moist pussy. I fucked her for a few minutes, then gave her a dose of hot cum. Brenda was lying on the bed, panting hard, her face plastered with mixed cum.

"Climb over Sharon in a sixty-nine, Brenda. You have another cunt to clean, and I'm going to fuck you again. You should like this a lot."

"You're joking. You can get another erection?"

"That won't be a problem," I said. "Becca, a little clean up on aisle three."

Becca laughed and started sucking my limp cock. Sharon and Brenda got in the sixty-nine and Brenda started cleaning up another heavy load of boy and girl cum. As soon as I was hard, I added my rubber and shoved my way into her pussy. With Sharon licking her clit and my fucking, Brenda was going off even more than before.

"Have you ever had anal sex, Brenda?" I asked.

"You're not thinking of putting that log in my ass are you?" Brenda asked, a little panicked, but not moving anywhere.

"More than thinking about it," I said.

"Please, no, you'll tear me open."

"Not if you've had anal sex before, which is why I asked the question."

"No one as big as you, though."

"That doesn't mean you can't take it. That's why Sharon is giving you orgasms. I'll go slow and I swear I'll stop if it's too painful."

"Promise."

"I promise, Becca and Sharon both like it, don't you, girls?"

"He really is gentle," Becca said. "It won't be bad."

"Okay, but if it hurts, you stop."

"Becca get me the lube in my pants pocket."

"Sure thing."

Rebecca got the lube and I added some to Brenda's pucker, which I started stretching out with my thumb as we fucked. Brenda enjoyed the thumb. If anything, she climaxed faster and harder while I diddled her. Next, I went to two fingers working them in and twisting, thrusting, and stretching the rubbery rim of her rectum.

"Oh, God," Brenda said. "I'm so fucking full."

I added more lube and a third finger, sawing them back and forth, spreading her sphincter for my cock. I waited for her next orgasm, then switched holes, getting the head inside.

"Oh - my - fucking - God!"

"The worst is over now, baby. The head is in you. I'm going to hold still for a minute or two. You doing all right?"

"If having a baseball bat shoved up your ass is all right, I guess I'm doing all right. You're so fucking big."

"You're getting used to it though, aren't you?"

"Damn you, yes. It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't really hurt."

We all laughed. The other two women because they'd had a similar bat up theirs, me because it was my bat and I was about to fuck a new ass. Sharon kept licking, Brenda kept cumming, and before too long, she pushed back against my shaft, trying to take more inside of her. That's when I began my slow entry into the warm, tight cavern of her ass.

"I can't believe you're fucking my ass," Brenda moaned. "Shit! This next orgasm is going to be a fucking monster."

Nice and slow, easy does it. A good leisurely screw into a fairly good ass. Not as good as Laura's or Roxanne's. Hell, not even as good as Becca's and Sharon's, but a fuck worthy ass nevertheless."

She started grunting. "Ungh, Ungh, Ungh. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuuucccckkkkk Meeeee!"

Brenda squirted, all over Sharon's face, nearly drowning the poor girl, who coughed and sputtered from the deluge. Sharon gamely tried to keep up with the flood of fluids, but was unable to cope. Brenda finally ran dry, and Sharon kept licking as I orgasmed myself, filling up my condom.

Brenda was so apologetic. "I'm so sorry. I've never done that before. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's not the first time for me," Sharon said. "Its happened once before when I was on the bottom in a fuck sandwich."

Brenda started laughing. "Oh, you poor girl. You're soaked. The bed's a fucking disaster. Oh, my."

"Nothing a shower won't fix," Sharon said, laughing. "Did you have fun, Brenda? Was that not incredible?"

"That was pretty fun," Brenda laughed.

"Yeah, you're one of Brick's bisexual fuck sluts now," Becca said. "Accept it and enjoy it. I've got to say, it's a lot easier getting dates if I don't limit myself to a single gender. We'll help you change the bed. Sharon, take a shower. Your hair is dripping. Brenda, get some sheets and we'll strip the bed."

Sharon disappeared in the bathroom and Becca and I took off the sheets and comforter. Everything was wet.

As Becca passed me, she grabbed my limp dick and said, "I didn't get nearly as much of this as I would have liked. I know I'm supposed to keep looking for another stud, but I sure do have fun with you."

"As long as you realize I'm a ship passing in the night and don't try hitching a ride, you'll do okay."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. "I'll keep it in mind."

Brenda came in with some clean sheets and a new comforter, and we made short work of the bed.

"Brenda, have you ever been airtight?" Becca asked.

"Have you?"

"I'm a sixth degree black belt in Slut," Becca said. "Of course I've been airtight. So has Sharon."

"Actually, publicly being airtight in your home city made you an eighth degree black belt Slut, Becca. You went up two classes."

"Damn. You mean all I have left is fucking strangers in front of my parents."

"Pretty much."

"That's a tough one."

"Yes, it is."

"What are you talking about?" Brenda asked.

"The degree of sluttiness of various acts of slutty behavior. You just had a foursome, with two women you never met before and without having fucked a woman before. That makes her a fifth degree Slut, Brick?"

"Pretty much. You earned yours by sucking off the room service guy in front of us. This is the same degree of slut. It's not in front of anyone because we were all involved, but it was a foursome and with women for the first time."

"There you go, Brenda. You're almost as slutty as I am."

"What do I have to do to get higher?"

"The highest level, is fucking another man in front of your husband and his or your parents. Witnessed adultery, in your home town, where you're well known," I said. "In the absence of a husband, fucking one of your parents closest friends or business associates will do it, or fucking someone in front of the people at your work. It's the ultimate act of the slut, where they give up all pretense of normality and admit to the world, they are a promiscuous slut."

"Damn. That's a tough category."

"Tell me about it," Becca said. "That one makes me nervous."

"It's supposed to. That's why it's so hard to obtain."

Becca laughed. "Something to look forward to. I need to get going, Brick. I have to work tomorrow."

"I know. Just waiting for Sharon."

"I'm almost done," she called out. "Give me a minute to dry off and put my clothes on again."

Becca shouted back, "Skip the clothes. It's only a couple blocks. You can hide in the back seat."

Brenda said, "Now that I'm one of your bisexual fuck sluts, does that mean I get to see you again?"

"It does mean that. If your dress can't be dry-cleaned, let me know and I'll get you another."

"So I didn't surrender my ass in vain?"

"Nope."

"You might want to soak in some hot water for awhile," Becca said.

"The voice of experience?"

"Yes. It's never horribly sore afterwards, but it is more comfortable if I soak it some."

Sharon came out without clothes. "Let's go. I'm ready."

"You slut," Becca said.

"Takes one to know one."

Sure enough, Sharon rode naked the three blocks back to the Smiths. It was late and a residential neighborhood, so we didn't see any other traffic, but there were still some lights on the cul-de-sac where the Smiths lived and a light pole across the street when Sharon got out of my car and went into the house with me. Becca got straight into her car and left. I went inside with Sharon so she could dress. I found Phillip in his bedroom.

"How many times did you cum, Phillip?"

"Once, sir. Laura and I were pushing each other to see how close we could get. I didn't stop soon enough."

"How many times did Laura cum?"

"Twice, sir."

"In the living room, over the couch."

"Yes, Master."

Laura was in the master bedroom, napping. I woke her up.

"Hello, Master. Is Sharon spending the night?"

"She came home naked. She needed to get dressed before she leaves and wanted to see a couple slaves get spanked if they were disobedient. How many times did Phillip cum?"

"Once, Master. I also orgasmed twice. I'm sorry, sir. It was hard being edged for three hours. I slipped up twice."

"In the living room for your punishment."

"Yes, Master."

With everyone in the living room, I paddled Phillip ten times, then he watched as I paddled Laura twenty.

"Are you going to fuck Laura, Master?" Phillip asked.

"She climaxed twice without permission. I don't reward bad behavior. She'll have to sleep on her pad again tonight, leashed, as will you. I wonder if keeping you from being present when I fuck your wife if you cum without permission would get you to control your orgasms better? I'm taking Sharon to the Northern Cascades next week. If you cum more than once without permission before I go, I'm going to take Laura with me and all you'll be able to do is imagine the fucking I'm giving her. You won't be there to see it."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry."

I attached their leashes and fastened them to their beds, then kissed Sharon good night before she left. I slept alone.

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