Submitting to Hans Ch. 02

"Fuck yeah! Never had a cock like this up your ass, huh Jules? Bet your fucking wimpy boyfriend never fucked your ass with his faggot cock, huh? Fuck yeah, fuckin' tight ass, baby..."

Julie responded, panting faster and faster,

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Yeah! Fuck me, Hans, fuckin' bust my ass with your cock; fuckin' cock, so large...fuckin' beats pussy cock over there..."

She looked at me with a smile of contempt as she bounced up and down Hans' larger cock, her waist gripped by his stronger arms. He had proven who was the real man in this room. "Fuckin' beats his pussy boydick by a mile..." Julie repeated.

Hans kept pounding her ass.

"Oh fuck yea, baby. You gonna cum? You gonna fuckin' cum for me? I wanna hear you cum on my cock again, baby, I wanna hear you fucking cum right now." Hans said in his deep, sexy voice.

At this Julie lost all control. Digging her nails into the muscles of his thighs, Julie screamed, being ferociously pounded on his thick cock-and then it happened. Julie screamed,

"Oh fuckin' god, Hans, I'm fuckin' coming! I'm coming," she repeated in a loud voice.

Julie actually shot, ejaculated liquid out of her pussy, and spurted all over Hans' powerful thighs, the couch, the floor...I was amazed; Hans, groaning with a grunt of victory tensed up his legs and pushed his dick all the way up Julie's ass...I could see he was unloading right up her ass. It all lasted so long...the sight of their sweaty bodies moving together, Hans' cock deep in my girl's ass, his strong voice, Julie and Hans orgasming at the same time--it was all too much for me. I erupted into my pants right then without touching myself.

Hans and Julie stayed on the couch for a few minutes after he pulled his softening cock out of her ass, their bodies interlocked on each other. They kissed for a while and looked at each other. I didn't know what would happen next. I was on the floor, my boxers creamed, and embarrassed as hell now that the sexual rush was gone. He even made it out like he was giving me a lesson in how to have sex with my own girl.

He had pushed me on the floor and I stood there, doing nothing, while this complete asshole had busted open my girlfriend's ass and made her cum in spurts around his cock. To top it all off, I had cum in my pants watching it--I didn't know what to think, I was totally confused and embarrassed. Hans and Julie just got up and headed toward the bedroom.

"See you in the morning, loser," said Hans, casually, and Julie made an amused sigh, walking away toward the bedroom, her perfect ass moving away. They took a shower and went to bed, fucking each other some more while I stood out on a couch.

I ended up laying down on another couch until the morning. I should have left, but I didn't really know what would happen next, and I was still sort of hoping Hans would leave during the night, or that next morning he'd go early and I could stay and talk to Julie. I know that was stupid, but with everything that had happened, and with the hash, I wasn't really thinking straight.

I could only sleep a little that night. In the morning, I was awake, lying down on the couch, when I heard sounds from the bedroom, talking. Pretty soon I heard Hans and Julie at it again; the bed banged on the wall and Julie squealed and yelled for all she was worth. I lay there trying to imagine what was going on; I started jacking off in my pants, against my will, but horny as hell. Soon enough, though, it was over.

The sounds from Julie's bedroom stopped. I was trying to finish jacking off, but I was interrupted. I heard Hans yell out,

"Hey Kyle, man, you still here?" I stood up and stretched out. "Hey Kyle you here? Get your ass in here, man!"

I heard Hans call out again, and immediately hurried to the bedroom. I didn't know what was wrong with me; I mean this guy could make me do anything he asked, and I was amazed at his audacity in stealing my girl from right in front of me, his prowess and power fucking her-and I still hated him more than before. But I walked into the bedroom. Hans and Julie were there, some rumpled sheets barely covering up their hot bodies.

"What's up, dipshit," asked Hans, and a wave of shame ran through me-but it was also a thrill, a major turn-on to see this stud in the bed in which I should have been that night, my girlfriend around his arm, while he insulted me.

"Morning, Kyle," said Julie, drawing it out, sort of in mocking.

"Hey, uh...dipshit. We just finished fucking, and I'm hungry. Go fix us something to eat."

"Tsss...Ha-ans," said Julie, objecting, but not really, just smiling, looking up. "You're so fucking bad," she said seductively. I looked at them for a second, not moving.

"You hear me, dumbass, or do I need to come over there and kick your ass again?" he said, derisively, in a deep, masculine voice. "Oh, and make us an omelette or something...I need fucking real food with this fast piece of ass around," he added, slapping Julie's firm, shiny ass. I immediately complied.

I walked out as Hans and Julie giggled to each other and traded whispers. As I walked to the kitchen, I was angry as hell, and vowing to get back at him...but I was also turned on like never before. I didn't know where this was going to go next. Right now I was just trying to figure out what to put in the omelette.