How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 22

"As sore as my pussy is right now, I nearly need another good fucking," Karen said.

"You are the Queen of Sluts," Becca said, "I'm not surprised."

I fed my pussy at supper. She was squirming quite delightfully and Greg groaned as his cock tried to grow in his cock cage. Since Jamaal and Becca had to go to the hotel tonight, I let Jamaal fuck Karen first. Just for Becca's pleasure, and to save Karen's pussy, we all fucked Becca first, then deposited the cum in Karen. Both women were happy with that arrangement.

Jamaal and Becca got dressed and left. Hans went to bed with Greg, and fucked his ass again, from the sounds coming out of the guest bedroom. I slept with Karen, fucking her gently one last time that night, just before she went to sleep. She clung to me as I long stroked her, whimpering her pleasure.

******

Friday morning, I fucked Karen again, another gentle shafting, then sent her into the guest bedroom for Greg to clean up and Hans to fuck. I sent texts to Charmaine and Tracy, telling them to buy a pregnancy kit and test themselves today. I wanted to inform the guests how many women had already been impregnated. Might as well advertise my services, although I wasn't crazy about expanding to San Diego, but I could always refuse if it wasn't something I wanted to do. For the right wife and cuckold, I might make an exception.

Becca and Jamaal arrived again and Jamaal took his turn at fucking Greg's wife. The breeding done, we divided up the chores, except for Jamaal.

"I came to breed the wife, not clean her home or cook. I'm not a white folks servant."

"Not a problem, Jamaal. I didn't invite you to clean up. Just try not to get in the way."

We changed the linens on all the beds, the master bedroom to be used as the breeding room. The guest room to be used if any guests wanted to get frisky. I had a grocery list and borrowed Greg's car to go grocery shopping, while he vacuumed the house from stem to stern. Becca and Karen were in the kitchen putting together the party food. While I was out shopping, I found out from both Tracy and Charmaine that they were both pregnant. Six kids now.

When I got back, I found out that Greg had contacted the couple who'd initially declined to come to the party and convinced the husband to change his mind and come. I wondered what he'd been told. I foresaw a future cuckolding in his future. That wasn't quite right. He was already a cuckold, he just didn't know it yet. Let's say a knowing cuckold. We set up a nice little massage studio on their enclosed patio, with Hans' portable table, a selection of oils, a boom box with his recorded massage music to relax to. We still hadn't heard from Karen's or Greg's parents, but Karen made extra food in case four more people showed up.

At five-thirty, we all had a chef's salad to eat, as we'd be partaking of the party food as well, then had a nice selections of booze, mixers, beer and wine set up on the dining room table, chilled if it needed to be.

Karen got dressed in some of her sexiest lingerie to start, sheer and showing her body off. Greg was naked below the waist, in cock and ball rings instead of his cock cage, keeping his tiny dick erect. He was wearing another crop top tee shirt with 'Cuckold' printed on the front of it, all out advertising his status. The back said, 'Cock Fluffer'.

The three breeders were naked but for new boxers imprinted with the words, 'Breeding Stallion'. Jamaal's and Hans' cock heads hung below the bottom of the boxers. Mine didn't quite make it, but I did show a substantial bulge. We all looked like masculine, pussy pleasing, stud muffins. Guests started arriving at five minutes to seven, Greg introducing them to the 'breeders' and getting drinks for them. Everyone who'd RSVP'd was there by 7:15 PM. They were mingling and looking around, including the massage salon, and the masseur who'd be doing the massages. At 7:20, both sets of parents arrived together.

Greg introduced us to his mother, Gail, and father, Bernie. Gail was well put together, at 5-9, taller than her husband by about an inch. Greg was a chip off the old block. You could tell Bernie, (not Bernard), was his father, too much alike not to be.

His mother was a little startled to see Greg in cock and ball rings with his erection out and about. She sighed, then shook our hands.

"At least he picked out some studs to breed his wife, unlike me," she said, startling Karen's parents.

"What are you talking about?" Emma asked. "I thought you were as opposed to this as we are."

"Greg is a cuckold, just like Bernie. Unfortunately, I let Bernie breed me and I got a carbon copy of him, instead of some fucking stud like these three. My son could be fucking his wife and breeding her instead of these strangers. My genetic line will die out because he's too much of a cuck to breed Karen. That's my objection. You, on the other hand, will still have a grandchild genetically superior to my son. Be happy your grandchild won't be like him, a cuckold with an inferior cock."

Emma and Ed were both stunned. "That's your only objection?" Emma asked.

"Be honest with yourselves," Gail said. "Who would you prefer fathering your grandchild? At least Karen had the sense to pick out genetically superior males. I'm going to fuck one of those studs before I leave tonight, and I suggest you do the same.

"Come along, Bernie," she said, leaving stunned faces in her wake.

Bernie meekly followed in her wake.

Emma and Edward looked at their son-in-law, naked, small cocked, 'Cuckold' on the front of his tiny tee, 'Cock Fluffer' on the back, then at us, all nearly six feet or taller, muscular, built, huge cocks, then back at Greg.

Emma shook her head and joined the others at the drink table, Edward following shortly after. That went better than I expected.

At eight, Karen made an announcement. "Thank you all for joining us. In a few minutes, the breeding ceremony will commence. I'll be starting with this stallion, Hans, in the master bedroom. If you want to observe, it may be somewhat crowded, depending on the size of the crowd. Try to squeeze in as many as you can. After Hans, I'll be fucking Jamaal, my black stallion, then Brick, the man who now owns my pussy.

"A couple months ago, I was a happily married woman who didn't know what a cuckold was. I didn't truly know what good sex was like either. I met Brick on a flight and he chatted me up with his friend, Laura, another wife he'd just bred. They both flirted with me and made it plain they'd be happy to have sex with me if I was willing.

"I told him that I was happily married and wouldn't fuck around on my husband. He asked me if my husband watched porn and what kind. I told him interracial porn, black men fucking white women. It turns out that is one of the indicators of a cuckold. He told me to call my husband, to ask him if he'd ever fantasized about me fucking another man, and ask him if he'd object to me fucking him.

"Needless to say, Greg jumped on the offer, especially when told my encounter would be filmed so that he could see it later. What happened after, was the most fulfilling sex I've ever had. I wanted more of it, more than Greg could give me. I read up on cuckoldry, cuckolds, hotwives, the whole thing, learning that my husband got as much or more pleasure from watching me fucking others, as he did fucking me himself.

"We formed our current relationship, where Greg's given control of my pussy to my Bull, Brick. He gets to decide who goes in my pussy from now on. Greg doesn't get to go in my pussy anymore unless he's wearing a condom, and not at all until I'm pregnant.

"While I'm being bred, after Hans finishes in me, he'll be offering massages to anyone who wants one. After my first round of breeding, I'll take a brief rest so my pussy won't get so sore, then my next round of breeding will begin. If you happen to miss it the first time, I'm sure you'll have another chance to see me fuck one of these classic studs. As his shirt indicates, Greg will be fluffing my lovers, sucking their cocks to get them hard for me, then cleaning cocks and pussy afterward so the sheets aren't totally destroyed. Brick, my pussy owner, has said anyone who wants to lick my pussy after my breeding may do so, for a maximum of five minutes, man or woman, makes no difference. The party will be over when no one else wishes to lick my pussy, or one hour, although you can be assured my breeding will continue through Monday.

"For anyone interested, Brick has now fathered six children with other men's wives. He learned of the last two today. If you've had difficulty conceiving, or just want to experience the best fucking you've ever had, contact me and I'll let him know you're interested.

"Hans, why don't you show everyone what you've got. Pull down your boxers." Hans did, and several of the women gasped, seeing all of it in its full glory, steadily rising as he prepared to breed. "Come along, lover. Let's show all of these people what you've got."

Taking Hans' hand, she led him back to the master bedroom, Greg and several people tagging after them, mostly men. I took over beverage service for Greg, mixing drinks and handing out canapés. Several women were gathered around Jamaal, chatting him up, and several started following me around, including Gail, Greg's mom. Emma and Edward seemed to be hanging around within earshot, though not exactly trailing me.

"What makes you so special?" Gail asked. "Why would Karen call you the best fuck I'll ever have? Your cock doesn't seem that long. Are you a grower and not a shower?"

"Well, the 'best' is rather subjective, so perhaps I'm only the best for Karen, not everyone, but I am thick, with the fattest prick I've ever seen, and I've been known to fuck for two hours without cumming, although for Karen's sake, I'm holding it down to twenty to thirty minutes, so she doesn't get too sore to continue with her breeding."

"That sounds like bullshit to me, masculine braggadocio."

"You can think what you like. I made a similar bet with a man for the use of his submissive for a week. He lost her to me, and now she's my submissive permanently. If you want to make a similar bet with me, I'll bet you I can fuck you for two hours, for a week of sexual submission to me, against a hundred grand. I will tell you I will win, so expect to strip naked and go through the most humiliating and debasing shit for a week if you take the bet, including fucking men and women I choose for you to fuck. If I were you, I'd check with the young woman named Becca running around here. She can verify what I'm telling you."

Gail moved off looking for Becca. I continued serving food and beverages. Gail was soon back.

"I want to fuck you."

"Why, exactly."

"Becca said that you were the best fuck she's ever had and she's with that Jamaal fellow."

"She's helped me get laid more times than I can count, she's such a cheerleader. There's only two problems. One, your husband has to tell me I have his permission. Two, all the cum I have until Monday is going into one cunt, and yours isn't it, although there's a workaround. That's the deal I made with Karen."

"Bernie will tell you it's okay."

"I still need to hear it from him."

"What's the workaround?"

"I fuck you with a condom on, because I don't have medical documentation that you're clean. After a half hour or so of pumping you, I pull the condom off, and fuck Karen until I cum."

"I can work with that."

"Find Bernie."

Emma came up to me after my conversation. Like I said, hanging within earshot.

"Are you really going to fuck Gail?" Emma asked.

"If Bernie says it's okay with him, yeah."

"You have absolutely no morals, do you?"

"I'm asking her husband for permission. I think that's moral. It's his choice, not Gail's. What about you, Edward. Would you give Emma permission to fuck me?"

"Yes, I would."

Emma spun around to face her husband. "What did you say?"

"I'd give any one of these three men permission to fuck you. Whether or not you choose to use that permission is up to you, but yeah, I'd love to watch you skewered on one of those big cocks. They're even bigger than that black dildo you use. And don't tell me there's no significance to the fact that it's a black dildo. I've heard you a couple times when you used that thing. 'Fuck me with your big, black cock.' 'Shove your dirty black cock into my white married cunt.'

"Sure, I know it's fantasy and that you probably never cheated on me for real, but you've thought of it. Well, it's not cheating if I give you permission. As far as I'm concerned, you can pick one of these three studs and fuck one tonight, and I wouldn't care. I'd like to watch, but if you wanted privacy, I could respect that."

Emma was speechless, whether it was from the fact Edward knew her black cock fantasies or that he thought it was okay for her to fuck outside of their marriage, I had no clue. I thought it was kind of funny myself.

Gail came back, Bernie in tow. "You have my permission to fuck Gail," Bernie said.

"Lovely, undress her for me, and place her hand in mine and ask me politely to fuck her."

"Wait a minute, you expect me to fuck you here?" Gail said.

"The master bedroom is in use, and if I'm not mistaken, another couple just entered the guest bedroom. Someone who was watching your daughter-in-law get bred, and got to feeling frisky themselves. It's here or nowhere."

"Do it," Bernie said. "Cuckold me in front of everyone like my son."

Gail looked around the room, the people eating and drinking. "Fuck it! Undress me cuckold."

Bernie took off all of Gail's clothes, the last item coming off, her panties, which had a wet spot in them and clung to her sodden pussy. She wasn't as old as Grace, about five years younger, I estimated. Not in as good a shape, either, carrying a little more weight.

Bernie placed her hand in mind and said, "Please take my wife and fuck her, sir."

"Sorry, I can't do it."

Gail was shaking, she was so mad. She was standing there, nude if front of all those people, and I was rejecting her. I saw a smile on Emma's face, but she was polite enough not to snicker.

"Why not, sir?" Bernie said.

"I don't know if she's clean. I'm fucking your son's wife to breed her and I didn't bring any condoms. I need a condom, and I'll warn you now, I need a big condom. No ordinary rubber will do. I told Gail I needed to fuck her with a rubber on."

Gail got a little less mad. I had told her that, and I wasn't rejecting her due to her age or looks.

"Would any of your friends have a large enough condom?" Bernie asked.

"Hans came with an expectation he might be fucking people without a medical clearance. He might, but he's busy at the moment." Greg suddenly came out to the living room and got Jamaal. "Maybe Hans just finished. Why don't you go ask him?"

Bernie left. Gail said, "That was mean."

"Maybe a little, but if you'd brought a condom, you wouldn't have thought so. I'd be fucking you right now."

"Since I'm standing here naked, could you at least show me what's under those shorts?" Gail asked.

"Sure." I peeled down my shorts.

"Oh, shit. You do have a fat pecker, don't you. A heavy set of balls too, I see."

"The better to breed you with, my dear."

"May I touch it?" Gail asked.

"You can suck it," I said. "I don't need a condom for that."

Gail smiled again. She got onto her knees and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Emma was goggle eyed. My cock was swelling in Gail's mouth, in anticipation. I hadn't cum since this morning.

Bernie arrived, waving a foil packet in his hand. "I've got one," he said.

I was erect. I handed the condom to Gail and told her to wrap her present. She unrolled the condom over my dick and I bent her over the back of the couch. Gail being naked had attracted some attention, and people had drifted over as she sucked my cock. They knew what was happening next, and there was a collective indrawn breath.

"Put my cock in your wife's pussy, Bernie," I ordered.

He held my cock and aimed it at his wife's moist pussy. I started to ease my way in.

Gail groaned. "Oh, my fucking God! You're so fucking fat, it feels like you're splitting me in two."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

I pushed deeper. "Fuck, I'm cumming, Bernie. This mad fucker is making your wife cum on his fat prick. What a stud he is. Your miserable tiny prick can't compare with his cock. I'm fucking cumming again," she moaned. "Fuck me."

More people came closer to watch, soon surrounding the couch. Emma was mesmerized. I bottomed out, Gail cumming again, and letting everyone know about it. Like I said, advertising.

She started bouncing back and forth on my shaft, unsatisfied with the pace of my fucking. She had three more orgasms in the space of ten minutes, begging for my cock. Emma hadn't moved an inch, her eyes locked on my thick shaft fucking her son-in-law's mother. Bernie and Edward both had erections tenting their pants, Edward's larger than Bernie's. Bernie pulled his out to stroke it. Five inches and thin, perhaps slightly smaller than his son.

"Don't mess up the couch or floor, Bernie," I said. "Spray it over your wife's back side, then lick her clean."

"Yes, sir."

I looked at Emma. She was licking her lips, breathing faster.

"Emma, do you want some of this? I'm wrapped. I can fuck you too. Your husband gave you permission."

She glanced at Ed, rubbing his cock through his pants. She looked back at me. "Yes, I want to fuck you."

"Have your husband undress you, then bend over the couch next to Gail."

Edward took off her clothes, and she bent over, looking at Gail. I moved over and told Edward to put me in position to claim his wife. He took my cock and aimed it at her flowering pussy, and I pushed in halfway.

She screamed. "Mother fucker!"

I pushed in deeper, my cock spreading her more as I got closer to the root. "I'm cumming, Edward. I'm cumming on another man's cock for the first time in our marriage. He's fucking your wife and it feels so damn good. Fuck!"

I gave her fifteen minutes more, then switched back to Gail, who climaxed again as I bottomed out. I was still fucking his mother when Greg came to fetch me.

"Mistress would like your seed now, sir."

"Of course," I pulled out of his mother and went into the Master bedroom where Karen waited, her legs spread. It appeared that Greg had done a fairly good job of clean up, but more semen had started to leak from her pussy. I didn't care.

With close to a dozen people watching, I pulled off my condom and Greg placed me in his wife's cunt. "Breed her, sir," Greg said.

She'd been well fucked already, and didn't need any preparation at all, so I just plunged right in, feeling the cum already inside her squeeze out around my cock and coat my balls. Karen screamed.

"Cum inside me, Brick. Breed me. Give me a child. Claim your pussy."

Despite having fucked both of their mothers for close to forty minutes, I gave Karen a good twenty minute shafting before surrendering a massive load of sperm inside her fertile loins. Greg was stroking his cock beside the bed, and splashed his load of sperm all over her tits before I finished. I propped her hips on a bolster pillow to allow gravity to assist in her breeding, leaving Greg to begin licking up the mess, his and mine.

I'd been engaged in some energetic fucking for an hour, so took a quick shower, more of a rinse, really. Karen got in the shower after me, doing the same. She'd been fucked for close to ninety minutes, so needed a refresher as well. I didn't bother with my boxers. More advertising. I rejoined the larger crowd outside the bedroom, noticing that Edward was fucking Emma in the guest bedroom, his reclaiming.

I helped with drinks and food again, getting a lot of looks from the ladies, most of them ignoring my face, admittedly, not all that handsome. Greg joined me, damp from helping his Mistress shower.