Bowing Before the Bishop

"Fuck, I'm screwed," I panicked silently as I scrolled through the rental listings. Long story short, I got in trouble for something I didn't do and was expelled from the local state university and therefore had to transfer to a junior college 4 hours away. Since I was starting the semester a little late, I was behind the eight ball when it came to securing a place to stay.

I searched desperately but to no avail. With all the usual options exhausted, I turned my attention to Craigslist where I found a lease listing for a bedroom within a family home. It wasn't in a bad location, about 2 blocks from campus, so still within a reasonable distance. It belonged to an older couple and since their kids were grown and gone, they had some open space available for rent.

Seemed harmless enough, I thought as I fired off an e-mail inquiry. I heard back within minutes.

"Hello, thanks for checking us out. Yes, room's still available. $300/mo with utilities included. Must act fast if you want it.

Sincerely,

Benjamin Bishop"

Within a couple of days, I was at the front door of the Bishop home. It was a small bungalow, with a metal fence that stretched around the property lines. A large veranda dominated the entry, supported by thick white columns. The siding was a pale blue color topped by a pewter gray roof. Though the place looked old, it was kept in immaculate shape. A lush green lawn formed a perfect square around the home, mature trees in the backyard towered over the house, and the flower bed rivaled the local botanical garden.

The large, brown door swung open and a giant ogre of a man stood in the doorway. He looked to be in his early 60s, around 6'5, bald, with a walrus-style mustache. He had a gruff, blue-collar look to him.

"You, Jess?" he asked, sticking out a big, meaty hand.

"Yeah, hey!" I watched as my tiny hand was swallowed up by his giant palm.

"Ben Bishop, but you can call me Mr. Bishop. Come on in, young man!"

He stood aside as I dragged in my duffel bag and rolling suitcase behind me.

"Heh, yer a tiny little fella, ain't ya?!" I would have thought he was teasing except for his dead serious expression.

"Umm..."

"Never mind," he waved, "sorry. Old habits. You startin' school? What are you, a freshman?!"

"Yeah. I started at State but had some personal drama and had to transfer out," I explained.

He nodded and looked down as if in deep thought. "I was about to say, most kids move on up to the university from here. But I guess you're the exception. Anyway, I'll show you your room."

The place was cozy and well-kept. Everything looked original, which only added to the wonder of how they had kept it in such good condition. Upon entry, there was the main living room with a large L-shaped sofa. Across from it, was a wall with built-in shelves along with a big screen TV. A kitchen and the master bedroom were to the right. To the left, was a hall with two bedrooms. He led me to one of the bedrooms at the end of the hallway.

"This is it," Mr. Bishop pointed out. It was fine. There was a full-size bed, a desk, and a nightstand. A closet lined the wall opposite the bed. A large bay window took up another entire wall.

"Bathroom's there. You can cook your own meals, or eat with us as long as you contribute to the grocery bill," Mr. Bishop said.

I didn't have much stuff with me. Just a couple of duffel bags and a suitcase worth of belongings took very little time to unpack. I settled in soon after and got busy with school.

The house was usually pretty quiet. Mr. Bishop and his wife, Susan, seldom spoke or interacted with each other it seemed. Susan didn't interact with me much either. She stood about 5'4 with a rotund figure. She had bouffant style hairdo and wore thick-rimmed glasses. She usually seemed annoyed by something or the other. Mr. Bishop also seemed to keep to himself. The noisiest time of the week was whenever he decided to watch a ball game on TV.

One night, I went to the fridge to grab a drink. Behind me, I heard a chair scrape on the floor. I turned to see Mr. Bishop sitting down at the table.

"How you liking it here, so far?" he asked, "everything going ok?"

"Uhh, yeah, yeah. For sure," I was trying to get back to my room.

"Pull up a chair, boy."

Fuck. Is he serious? I sighed and took a seat at the table. It was 10 PM and Susan was sound asleep.

"Having a tough time fallin' asleep," Mr. Bishop answering a question I didn't care to ever ask.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. I just have a test coming up, so just trying to study," I couldn't make my displeasure in sitting here with him any more obvious.

"Y'know, Susy and I... we raised two boys. One's in the Marines and the other's the starting left tackle at State," Mr. Bishop said, his tone solemn. "But we have had some troubles, even more so now that the boys are gone. God damn, we been married 40 years, haven't fucked her in almost 20."

"Yeah," I was taken aback by his candor, "that sucks."

I stood up slowly. "Sit down, son," Mr. Bishop barked. The grooves on his big, bald head looked like they were pulsating. I immediately sank back into my chair.

"I just wanted to vent a little. Jesus, can't even have a fucking chat these days with you kids," his wrath sent chills down my spine. Realizing he was scaring me, he quickly smirked, "Never seen you bring a girl around here. You ain't a faggot, are you?"

Jarred by the crudeness of his question, it took a moment for the shock to wear off my face. "Umm... no. I mean, I had a girlfriend," I lied and I wasn't being very good at it, "we just broke up. She wanted freedom."

"Yeah we all know what that means," Mr. Bishop blew his cheek while thrusting his closed fist against his face, "probably wants to actually feel her pussy gettin' slammed!" he let out a deep laugh. Thoroughly amused, he waved his hand dismissively, "Go on boy, get on atta here!"

A few weeks passed and I mostly kept to myself, aside from the occasional greetings. Susan went out of town to visit family, leaving Mr. Bishop and me alone in the house.

One day, he knocked on my door. "Jess, I think I'm gonna go visit my boy," he sounded enthused, "his team is playing for the conference championship and I got free tickets!"

"Oh wow, that's so cool Mr. Bishop!" I didn't give a shit.

"I'll be gone through the weekend. You think you'll manage?"

Now we're talking. "Yes sir!"

"Be careful jerkin' off, I don't want to find cum stains on my furniture. Be a good little boy and study hard!"

Another day, another contemptuous vulgarity at my expense. I sighed. But asshole was leaving, so aside from an angry glare, I stayed silent. Mr. Bishop was out the door and pulling out of the driveway. The house was finally all mine. About time. I was sex-starved and super horny. I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed my laptop. I decided to push the boundaries and watch it on the asshole's big screen TV.

I could barely contain my excitement as I plugged in my laptop. I had a thing for old/young porn. The older and larger/bearish the man, the more I enjoyed it. Tonight's special was a smoking hot college cheerleader getting nailed by the head football coach.

I pulled out my dick, all 4" of my rock hard little monster, and plopped down on the sofa. The plot wasn't too difficult to follow. A male college cheerleader was taking a hot shower in the players' locker room. He had just stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist when the door swung open and the head coach barged right in. This was like a dream come true. The head coach was a big, tall, bald man in his 60s strikingly similar in appearance to Mr. Bishop. He towered menacingly over the young man. The twink feigned fear. The bear feigned primal aggression. This wasn't going to win the Oscars, but it was passable.

The volume was raised while the video was in high def and on the big screen, thus ensuring that no detail was missed. The coach was irate that a cheerleader was using the players' locker room and made derogatory remarks about getting fucked in the ass. The cheerleader smiled softly and the two exchanged long provocative glances. Almost immediately, the cheerleader dropped his towel as the two began making out.

The young man then dropped to his knees and hastily undid the coach's pants and whipped out his throbbing monster cock.

SLURP, SLURP, SLURP... the kid truly looked like he was trying to swallow the old man's dick but was having trouble as he was that big.

"Well, well!"

I suddenly jumped up off the sofa and turned around to see Mr. Bishop standing behind me. He looked like he was ripping me in two with his eyes. "This isn't what this TV is here for!"

"Uh-uhh... I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Bishop!" my already high-pitched voice sounded even more effeminately panicked and ashamed. I frantically hunted for the cable connecting my computer to the TV.

"Too late for that, sissy boy!" Mr. Bishop's voice boomed with conviction. " Let that play! You hear me? I said LET IT PLAY! You ARE a little cocksucker. I knew it! Time to teach you some manners! Sit down!"

I slowly let go of my laptop and eased back down. My dick was still out, but shriveled from a full 4" of fury to 2" of flaccid. Mr. Bishop eyed me up and down, focusing on my dick. "You shave or something? No hair on that body. Nice lookin' legs and ass though!"

He snorted with laughter as I turned beet red. Meanwhile, the twink managed to finally deepthroat the coach as he stood over him, hands on hips. Slowly, he pulled off his sweater and shirt, revealing his thick, hairy body. He lifted the twink up clean into the air and carried him into his office, slamming the door behind them.

"You like this gramp porn, eh? Must be a big turn-on for you watching that old fart get some! Fake or not, that's one lucky old bastard!" Mr. Bishop's tone softened.

I murmured in agreement, using the change in his mood as an opportunity, "I guess... you changed your mind about the game?"

"Nah... just thought I'd leave tomorrow. I drove about an hour before realizing it'd be better off that way."

The coach sat in his office chair with his legs open and the twink crawled in between, mouth back on the coach's dick. "I bet you'd like to get filled by that gramp!" Mr. Bishop teased.

"Um, no! It's not what you think," my defensive tone was almost incriminating.

"Yeah, I think your little toddler dick wasn't cuttin' it for your girl! But it all makes sense to me now, clear as day!"

He let out a deep belly laugh before continuing, "Shit, I probably couldn't feel that in my hand!"

I shifted uncomfortably, my dick was still hanging out of my fly, still limp. I felt Mr. Bishop's eyes fixed on my crotch as he started mouth-breathing. "I think your curiosity needs further exploration," he started, "a deeper probing, if you will!"

"Umm, not sure what..." my voice trailed off as he grabbed my dick without warning.

"Oh!" a high-pitched gasp came out sounding more effeminate than I intended. "I dunno about this, Mr. Bishop! Please, sir!" I protested meekly. Mr. Bishop was a giant man at 6'5 and built like a tank. I watched as my dick grew from the size of a bean into a baby carrot in his grasp. The rough calluses provided wonderful stimulation. I kept biting my lower lip. Meanwhile, the twink on camera continued slobbering all over the coach's dick.

It wasn't long before my dick was rock hard while being held captive by Mr. Bishop's massive palm. "Oh, YOU may not know about this, but your body sure does!" He ran his finger along the underside of the shaft. I kept clinging to the sofa with my hands, trying to avoid eye contact, trying oh so very hard to stay hush. But... it just... felt... too good!

I whimpered softly, then sighed, the first signs of my impending submission to Mr. Bishop. "Mmm... just relax, boy!" Mr. Bishop provided words of encouragement while looking on in amusement at my distressed face. A battle royale of emotions raged within but one thing was certain: he was going to make me cum soon and he was going to make me cum hard.

On screen, the coach was preparing to blow his load. His voice became raspier, his sex talk breathier and he grabbed the back of the cheerleader's head with both hands. His hips jolted as he let out an orgasmic growl.

As if on cue, I began trembling and breathing faster. "Oh, god! Oh, god!" I kept whispering out loud. I opened my legs and leaned back. Mr. Bishop licked the palm of his hand and placed it back on my dick, sealing the deal. "Oh fuck! Mr. Bishop!" my eyes rolled back, my toes curled, my back arched, and my ass nearly came off the sofa as I squirted. Mr. Bishop scooped up all of my cum in his hand before depositing it into his mouth. I could only stare at him incredulously, barely having time to process that it was this big ugly old brute who made me cum so hard.

I did once imagine a life where I'd be sharing this same experience with a hot girl. Instead, I was destined to share it with Mr. Bishop on his sofa. He kept stroking and milking me, making sure he took every last drop from me.

"Oh, that's some sweet tasting honey!" he smacked his lips. I was overcome by a state of post-orgasmic shame and embarrassment. I couldn't believe that an old man brought me to an orgasm.

Mr. Bishop finished licking his fingers, making exaggerated sucking noises in a successful attempt to annoy me. "I got a prize for you, boy!" He leaned back and started pulling down his pants before kicking them off. His white briefs were coated with dark yellow stains of dried urine. "C'mere boy! Let's do a play-by-play of that faggot porn you like watching! Mr. Bishop's got a nice surprise for you!"

My heart skipped beats, my stomach knotted up. The fuck is he talking about?

"Uhh, what?"

"On your knees, baby boy! I got something you'll like! A real man's cock!"

"Please, Mr. Bishop..." I begged but Mr. Bishop grabbed me by the neck and dragged me down to my knees and in between his legs.

"Mr. Bishop... please... I can't, oh god that smells!" my face contorted as the smell of his dried urine hit my nose.

"I want you to pull out my cock!" Mr. Bishop clamped his massive hand on the back of my tiny head, pulling me in to his crotch. What choice did I have? I owed him, right? He made me cum with his bare hand. This is the least I could do to return the favor.

I slowly reached forward and grabbed his briefs, tugging at the hem. He lifted his hips and the briefs slipped off. I strained to pull them off. He was such a large, wide man and his sweat made it even more difficult to get them off. A thick bush of white pubic hair heralded what was to come. A soft gasp escaped as his penis slowly came to light, inch by inch. It was easily as wide as my four fingers across, red and popping with veins. My heart raced and my throat dried up. My nipples hardened and my toes curled up. I lost all strength trying to pull off his briefs and Mr. Bishop hastily tore at them, eventually letting them fall to his ankles. He opened his legs and grabbed my hair harder, pulling me back in.

"Grab it!" his voice thundered.

Using both hands, I slowly ran my fingers down the shaft then back up and wrapping my hands around the upper shaft to lift it up. It was substantial, it was thick, it was massive. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Even the head coach would be jealous. My eyes studied it intently with dilated pupils as my mouth watered. The head looked like an angry red mushroom. He was leaking pre-cum and it flowed down and dripped on to my hands. I began stroking him as we made eye contact.

"That's right! Keep those pretty dark eyes on me! Mmm... you're a natural!"

Encouraged by his words, my strokes increased in vigor and speed. The pre-cum lubed him up nicely and I was able to slide both my hands up and down on his shaft. "Put yer mouth on it," his voice came out deep and raspy. He was breathing heavily through his mouth.

I glanced at his penis, then back at him and slowly leaned in. He pressed his hand firmly on my head and I opened wide, swallowing the tip. "Oh fuck!" Mr. Bishop moaned.

My eyes locked on to his face, I kept going until his penis hit the back of my throat before pulling off. His eyes rolled back, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Jesus baby!"

The head coach stood up and grabbed the twink by the head and threw him down on to his desk and opened his legs. Moaning and groaning was followed by the soft pitter-patter of their bodies colliding. The sounds in the background fortified my lust for Mr. Bishop's big dick. SLURP, SLURP, SLURP. Soon, my own sounds of sucking cock drowned out the porn movie in the background.

I kept pulling on and off while twisting my wrist as I stroked Mr. Bishop in between sucks. Mr. Bishop was in a state of ecstasy. His legs open wide and his hips thrust forwards to meet my sucking.

"Oh fuck you're a natural! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me! Oh sweet baby boy! I'm gonna make you mine!" He kept squirming, his eyes clenched shut as he moaned and groaned continuously. It was strangely satisfying to watch him as I pleased him. His dick felt so good in my hands and mouth. I wanted more and more of it...

My saliva flowed down the shaft of his penis, the salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue as my suction intensified. I ran the tip of my tongue down the underside of his penis as I sucked. I pulled off with a loud smack before flicking the head with the tip of my tongue. This drove him nuts. I was indeed a talented cock-sucker, even if I hadn't known this before.

The sounds of the old man fucking the twink grew louder in the background. They switched positions now, the coach was seated in his chair and the twink turned around and sat facing away as he rode cowboy.

"Oh fuck... can't keep this up for much longer!" Mr. Bishop began thrusting upwards to meet my deepthroating. He took firm hold of my head with both hands as he muttered in a deep, guttural voice, "Fuck yes, fuck yes, swallow this, sissy boy!"

My eyes went wide. A sudden burst of cum shot out like an exploding fire hydrant, instantly filling my oral cavity down to the back of my throat and out of the sides of my mouth. Asshole wouldn't let up on my head and doubled down, keeping my mouth full of his dick even as I choked on his cum. My eyes watered and I glared angrily at Mr. Bishop as he kept up with his dirty talk.

He finally finished before tugging on my hair to pull me off. He collapsed back on the sofa, breathing heavily. I wiped away his cum from my face and slowly got to my feet. Well, that was fun. And done as far as I was concerned.

"And just where do you think you're going?!" Mr. Bishop's nostrils flared like a bull. "Get your sweet ass over here!" Mr. Bishop grabbed me by the hem of boxers and pushed me down on the sofa. "Time to give you a tongue lashing!"

I looked down at his dick. It looked almost twice as long as mine in its flaccid state. He dropped to his knees and tore off my boxers. Shockingly, they were soaked from pre-cum. How did that happen? I wondered. No time for questions. I bit my lower lip and clenched my eyes shut as I felt Mr. Bishop open my legs and swallow my dick whole. I felt as my dick grew inside his mouth as he sucked harder and harder. He reached up and rubbed my nipples with the pads of his fingers and my eyes popped wide open. His walrus mustache formed a "U" around my dick as he locked his eyes on mine intently. I clutched the sofa with both hands and kept closing my legs around his head but I couldn't deny how good he felt. I gasped and panted, fighting myself from making a noise. I kept my toes curled and kept eyes shut the whole time he was down there.

"Ohh! Ohhh m'gawd!" I moaned softly. My head lurched back and my legs opened up. "Oh god... what are you doing?! You're gonna make me cum!! Oh god!"

It was Mr. Bishop's turn to taste me. I thrust my hips back and forth, meeting his lips. I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. No one had known me like this. No one had ever even seen me naked, let alone make me cum. "Damn, boy!" Mr. Bishop said in between lip-smacking slurps, "you a got body that would give most hot broads a run for their money! No hair anywhere there isn't supposed to be hair! Fuckin' right!"

I opened my eyes briefly to look down at his massive head lodged in between thighs, his lips locked on to my dick. His face was almost as long as the length of my thighs, his head was almost as wide as my torso. The size difference between us was comical.

Mr. Bishop sucked me to his fill before standing up on his knees. I could see now that his dick was rock hard and ready yet again. "I'm gonna love you nice and sweet!" He grabbed my ankle and planted kisses all the way up my leg before flipping me over like a doll on to my knees. For such a large old man, he was deceptively athletic. Within a few seconds, he was on his knees behind me on the sofa. I was holding on to the sofa, squirming and struggling against his monstrous strength.

"Mr. Bishop... please don't... no... no... ohhh!" Mr. Bishop shoved his finger in my ass and began exploring my insides just as he reached forward and pinched my nipples. He hastily squirted lube on his dick and on my hole before shoving his finger back.

"I'm gonna impale you with my cock, faggot!" He pulled his finger out then grabbed my throat and threw my right knee over the sofa. He pressed his dick against my virgin hole. "Open up for Mr. Bishop, baby!"

"Ahhh shit!" I screamed, my voice high-pitched and throaty. I could feel his dick ripping through my hole little by little. He still had me by the throat as he pulled back to rest on his chest. He spit into his other hand and reached in front and grabbed my dick, stroking me as he continued to tear me in half from behind.

"Oh fuck... shit... ohhh... ohhh that's too big! Oh, Mr. Bishop... Mr. Bishop!" Sweat poured from my forehead and my eyes watered. The pain was searing, Mr. Bishop's journey inward was unrelentingly brutal. The agony was somewhat alleviated by his stroking of my dick and when he occasionally flicked my nipples with both hands. I stopped resisting him and started breathing instead, trying to relax my body, trying to accommodate the big man.

"Unnnhhh... unnnhhh... huhhhh... unnnhhh!" I gasped and panted. He nibbled my earlobes as he played with my nipples. He then grabbed me around the waist with one hand while stroking my dick with the other while kissing my neck. "That's it, you sexy skank! Relax that rosebud pussy for Mr. Bishop! You'll be begging for it in no time!"

It took seemingly forever but I managed to take him all the way in. Each thrust in felt like my bowels were being re-arranged inside. I panted and moaned softly. Mr. Bishop grabbed my neck and slammed my head face down on to the sofa. He grabbed my hands and held them behind my back. "Booty up! That's right. You belong to me now! I own your booty! Say it!"

"But.. yoww!" I squealed as he spanked my ass cheek hard enough to leave a big red mark.

"I said say that your booty belongs to Mr. Bishop!"

"Fuck.... ok... ok... my booty... unnnhh... belongs to you... unnhh... Mr. Bishop! Owwww!"

"I need you to say it like you mean it!"

"Mr. Bishop, my booty is yours and yours only!"

"Mmmmm... that's more like it!" he squeezed my ass cheek but still wouldn't let go of my hands. He held them tightly with both hands as he started slamming in and out of me. The porn had long ended and I didn't have the benefit of having the background noise. The soft pitter-patter sounds they were making on TV paled in comparison to the loud wet clapping sound our bodies made as they clashed.

"Alright!" he said, before pulling out, "time to finish this up! On yer back, where you belong, you dirty ass slut!"

He flipped me on to my back and got between my legs before throwing them over his shoulder. His sweat dripped on to my face as he beared down on me. A filthy, creepy grin was plastered across his face as he shoved himself inside of me once again. My hole was torn wide open as he hammered me savagely. I thought my brain was going to pop out of my head from the power of his thrusts.

I grabbed his forearms and looked up at him, my eyes pleading with him to cum. He switched his angle of approach just a little and my eyes rolled back. "Oh fuck! Ohh Mr. Bishop! Ohhh!" I squealed as my hips jerked forward and my body seized. My toes curled again as I screamed in ecstasy. Mr. Bishop grabbed my throat and let go of my legs, letting them fall to either side. His hips gyrated as he climaxed, "Oh yes... oh yess.... yesss... yesss... fuck!"

Lost in the sound of his deep growling orgasm was the fact that he seeded himself inside of me. Deep inside my body, I felt a warm stream of cum jet out. I gently pushed on his belly in a feeble attempt to resist him. But no matter. He made good on his word: I belonged to him now.

Once he finished, Mr. Bishop grunted breathlessly as he pulled himself out. "Get yer filthy ass off my sofa before you start leaking!" He laid a good wallop on my ass, jolting me off the sofa. I covered my hole with my hands as I rushed to take a shower.

Our little tryst was never brought up again. Days turned to weeks and the event slowly faded into memory. I was busy with school and Mr. Bishop mostly kept his distance from me.

One night I was busy folding laundry in the laundry room when a massive hand snaked its way from behind me and between my legs. I watched in horror as it went up my boxers. My eyes widened and I let out a gasp as the hand clamped down on my cock and balls. "Ohhh!" my high-pitched effeminate moan was as sudden as the hand that presently held my privates hostage. I clutched the table with both hands, frozen in despair just as a large gut collided with my ass. A hot breath danced on the back of my neck as he slid his other hand up my shirt to pinch my nipples.

"I missed grabbing that little dicklet of yours, boy!" Mr. Bishop whispered breathily into my ear. His groin probed my ass, I could feel him getting hard. I gulped but felt my own dick slowly engorge with blood and lust. I bit my lower lip as he peppered the back of my neck and upper back with kisses. Chills went down my spine and my nipples were already feeling sore from his rough hand.

The clanging of silverware broke my slow descent into decadence. Susan was still up and busy in the kitchen. "I want some ass, boy," his breathy whisper continued, "and I want it here and now!"

"But Mr. Bishop..."

"You deaf, stupid or both!" his dick was at full-size and girth. All that was needed was an opening. He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed me face down on the laundry table and put my leg up before tearing open the backside of my boxers.

"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" I screamed through gritted teeth just as he began his journey inside of me. Even if I wanted to resist him, it would be futile. Mr. Bishop hastily turned the knobs on the washer and dryer to give us some cover.

"Keep your whining to yourself!" he grunted angrily. But it was almost impossible not to. Asshole wasn't even using any lube. I felt like I was being split in two. It wasn't easy having sex with such a well-endowed man. Yet here I was, bent over in this muggy laundry room, sweat pouring as he rammed me deep. Every thrust launched me forward as I clutched the table, trying to keep my head from hitting the wall.

"Ben?!" Susan called out, "you ok? Where are you?!"

Mr. Bishop was inside me. "I'm workin' on the dryer, sweetheart!" He rasped breathlessly. "Go to bed, I'll be there soon!"

Good thing Susan didn't seem too concerned about her husband's well-being. The door closed and I heard her footsteps fade away. "Unnhh... unnhh... unnnhh!" I began moaning and gasping. He found my sweet spot and hit it from all angles. Fuck, he felt good. Just took some blood, sweat, and tears before the ecstasy hit.

"Ummmphh... oh Mr. Bishop... that's it... ohhh shit!" I panted in a whisper, "Mr. Bishop, you're gonna make me cum!"

"I know, skank! You were bred for me to fuck!" He squared up and began hammering me while simultaneously reaching between my legs to capture the impending cum storm. My dick seized and spasmed in his hand and I stood on my toes. "Oh Mr. Bishop! Oh shit! Ohhh!" My cum squirted into his palm, which was large enough to ensnare all of it and then some. Just as I finished, my body lurched forward once again and my head hit the wall. Mr. Bishop grunted and growled bestially as he shot his seed deep into my colon. He stayed in me, making sure he impregnated me fully before slowly pulling himself out.

"Hope you got another pair of undies, boy!" Mr. Bishop smacked my ass before zipping up his pants and disappearing. My back broken, I waddled back to my room leaving a trail of cum dripping out of my ass.

Just like the first time, Mr. Bishop never brought up our laundry room romp. With time, I slowly eased back into my routine. This time though, I couldn't shake the apprehension and became hyper-vigilant to the point of paranoia. Sure, he felt good, but I didn't see myself in a long-term relationship with someone I didn't find attractive in any other way. Yet for some inexplicable reason and much to his joy, I extended my lease to finish out the school year.

I had just gotten back from a swim at the school natatorium when I saw a large, old late 80s model RV parked in the driveway. It wasn't in particularly great condition, as rust had eaten up the base of the door panels and the coating of paint had faded and chipped over large sections of the body. A large dent left the front fascia and bumper horribly disfigured.

The main cabin door was open as classic rock music blared through a pair of old speakers. "You must be Jess!" The deep baritone voice of an older man startled me. Peering through the glare of the sun, I saw a rather large man lounging in a chair just beyond the door threshold. He was shirtless and wearing swim shorts as he swigged his beer.

"Uh... yeah. Guilty," I raised my right hand and flashed a quick smile.

"I'm Bill! Ben's raved about you, said you're the best tenant he's ever had," the man continued, "how do you like it here?"

I wasn't a big believer in small talk. Plus, I was still in my swim trunks and didn't have a shirt on. Modesty was important to me. Being naked in front of strangers made me uncomfortable.

"10/10, would do it again!" I fake smiled again as I tried to leave.

"You a freshman?"

"Um-hmm! Just out of curiosity, what did Mr. Bishop have to say about me?" I wondered if Mr. Bishop told this man about us.

"Aww, y'know, just that he's had plenty of tenants over the years, usually nice young men like yourself rent from him, but he said you were perfect in every way!" he winked at me before slowly getting up and lumbering down the steps. Bill had a stocky frame, shoulders as wide as I was tall, his body covered with a thick blanket of white hair. He wasn't as tall as Mr. Bishop, about 6'1, but he had an intimidating presence nonetheless. Judging by his thick arms and legs, he looked like a man who was active in his younger years. He had a bit of a belly but seemed to carry his weight well.

He reached out to shake my hand and I offered him a meek handshake in return as he towered above me. "Nice to meet you, Jess! I've known Ben since we were kids. Served together, worked together, retired together. We're like brothers and we've shared everything!"

Bill's upbeat, friendly tone put me at ease. I smiled, "Well, that's so nice to hear. And it was a pleasure meeting you, I'm sorry to keep it short, I have a--"

"So you are a freshman, yeah?" he interrupted.

"Um, yes, almost done though!"

"So how old does that make you, 18-19?" he licked his lips as he studied my face and body. It was creepy.

"I'm...19..."

"Mmmm... so not quite old enough to drink, but who really checks, eh?" he took another gulp of beer before pointing the bottle towards me.

"Oh, no thanks," I declined politely, "I've got a test tomorrow and really should get going but it was really nice meeting you."

"Bah humbug!" he actually seemed frustrated, "Well, Ben insisted that I come, so I figured I'd fire up this ol' gal here and stop by!"

"You on your way elsewhere?"

"That's the fun thing about retirement, wherever the road takes me!" he snorted a laugh. "Well, sucks about your test tomorrow. I could have taken you for a ride in this beaut of an RV I got!"

"Haha, yeah, that thing IS pretty sweet-looking," I was relieved that this conversation was ending AND this creepy old man was leaving. But alas...

"Well, why don't you show this old man some hospitality and let me give you a tour inside? I promise I don't bite!" he attempted his gentlest smile.

I sighed. What harm could come from this? It'll be short and I can just say 'oh cool' a few times and then leave.

"Ok, I guess..."

"Great! Right this way!" the RV lurched as he stepped aboard. He waited for me to enter before closing the door behind us. My stomach sank but I pressed on, silently re-assuring myself that it was hot outside and he just wanted to conserve the A/C.

The interior was red velvet and shag carpet galore. A small kitchenette and sitting area comprised the front and mid sections of the cabin while a king-sized bed was squeezed into the rear part. Shag carpet ran the entire length of the cabin while red velvet curtains lined the windows.

I tiptoed slowly deeper into the cabin, absorbing the details while remaining vigilant. No more dicks, no more dicks, I kept saying to myself, especially not big ones and especially not old ones. The music continued to play, though it wasn't really anything I enjoyed. Soon, I realized Bill hadn't said a word and slowly turned, expecting the worst.

"Ohh!" I gasped. Bill had dropped his shorts to his ankles and was sprawled out on the sofa. He kept gulping down his beer as he kept his eyes locked on me. I was suddenly freezing in the 90 degree heat. Unable to resist the urge, I lowered my gaze down between his legs where his dick rested. He was only semi-erect but I knew it wasn't as long as Mr. Bishop's dick, though much thicker. It had the dimensions of a soda can flanked by chicken egg sized balls. While Mr. Bishop's dick had a reddish hue, Bill's was dark, which gave it a more menacing look.

I subconsciously licked my lips as I gazed at Bill's dick. As tempting as it looked, its owner was not attractive. He had a watermelon sized head topped with a cul-de-sac of white hair. He had short, thick nose with massive nostrils and wore thick bifocals gave him a bug-eyed look. His grayed 5 o'clock shadow was the extent of his facial hair. He was not someone I'd picture myself having sex with or even go out on a date. But then neither was Mr. Bishop. In fact, I wouldn't want to be out in public with either of these men as it would be embarrassing.

"I think you and I both know why you agreed to come in to my RV," Bill's dick landed with an audible thud as he wagged it around. His voice was even deeper now, sensual and dripping with debauchery.

"I know you want me to fill your holes with this cock," he smirked, "both of them."

Pangs of fear and waves of lust battled within me. I looked back down at his dick, now awake and thrashing around in his master's grip, ready for me. I most certainly wanted it to fill my holes. Satisfy my curiosities and urges once and for all. I thought Mr. Bishop was a one-off experience. That was, until he fucked me again. What harm would come from adding another notch on my so-called bedpost, this time with a different man?

"C'mere, baby," Bill kept on, "c'mere, on your knees. Crawl to me. Crawl in between Daddy's legs and show him how much you want his cock in you. You'll be begging for more by the time I'm through with you."

"Um, I doubt that," I rolled my eyes at him. "But... you do have a very big dick."

"I know," Bill smirked. I was struck by his confidence. 60+ years of life experiences gave him swagger that I found arousing. Arousing enough for me to drop to my knees and crawl in between his legs with my eyes locked on with his the entire time. Who cares if he's ugly, he'll still fuck my brains out with that monstrosity.

I rubbed my nose on the underside of the shaft. The smell was atrocious and nauseating, but not enough to deter me. I opened my mouth to swallow the head as he rolled his back and groaned. The head was shaped like a rounded cone. It was the most manageable part of his dick as it only got thicker from there.

"Oh fuck, baby... ohhh... ohhh... Ben was right about you... ohhh god... ohhh!" Bill rolled his head back as he moaned. He had both hands on the back of my head and thrust upwards as I slobbered hungrily. "Fuck... like a fuckin' porn chick... ohh... ohhh!" I loved the words of encouragement. I stroked with one hand as I followed with my mouth before flicking the tip with my tongue. It drove him nuts. He held my head in place and thrust himself in my mouth. My eyes teared and I gagged as his dick made contact down in my throat.

My mouth was full of dick when the driver's side door suddenly opened, startling me. I tried to pull off, but Bill locked my head in place. The RV bowed as Mr. Bishop's giant frame climbed aboard.

"Ah!" he chuckled, "looks like you two are gettin' to know each other!"

"Ohh yes... yes indeed," Bill groaned, his eyes rolled back, "even better than what you described. Can't say I've ever had my cock serviced like this before," he grabbed his dick and pulled out, his other hand still holding my head like a softball.

"Ain't that right, sweetheart?" He whipped my face with his dick, hard enough to leave a mark before shoving it back into my mouth. Within seconds, I felt Bill's body surge and tremble.

"Oh fuck yes... ohh fuck... yesss... yesss!" his voice thundered. Unfortunately, it appeared that Bill wasn't going to let go of my head in spite of my muffled protests. Warm cum shot out and coated the back of my throat. I wasn't prepared for it and ended up swallowing a large amount of his cum. Also, he must not have cum in at least a week, if not more. It was seemingly endless and my mouth couldn't contain all of it.

The RV's diesel engine shuddered to life and I almost fell as Mr. Bishop started backing it out of the driveway. "Figured we should hit the road. What's your schedule lookin' like this week, Bill?"

"Unnhhh... oh fuck... hang on a sec," Bill panted before chuckling, "what schedule?"

Both men laughed obnoxiously. My mouth was full of Bill's dick and his cum started dripping out of the sides of my mouth. My swim trunks were splattered with drops of cum, sweat, and saliva. Bill finally pushed my head off, "Show Daddy how much you want his cum!"

I rolled my eyes at him before swallowing the rest of his cum. I also went a step further by wiping his cum from my face and shoveling it into my mouth. I glared at him as I swallowed it and licked my cum-caked finger with a loud lip smack.

"Horny little fuck, ain't he?" Bill teased.

"Oh yeah... horny as they get. Little fucker was trying to watch porn on my TV," Mr. Bishop said.

"Porn? What was he watching?"

"Some old fucker with some college boy!"

"Oooh... so you LIKE old men..." Bill studied my face. He lifted me towards him, studying my face and eyeing my body before attempting to kiss me on the mouth. I grimaced and turned away from him and he kissed my cheek instead. Ugh! His dick was definitely his most attractive feature. Undeterred, he then began poking and prodding my face with his nose and nibbled on my earlobes and neck. "You'll be begging for Daddy when I'm through conquering that hot little ass!" he whispered in my ear.

"Unnhh!" I gasped as I felt his hand reach down into my shorts and grab my dick. "Ain't that adorable?" he mocked me, "That's what, 4" fully hard? Hahaha!"

"Oh yeah, tight ass and great body, but small little peepee," Mr. Bishop chimed in, "good thing he bottoms for us old fuckers, no broad would feel that in her!"

Bill tugged at my dick and teased it with his finger. He made a second attempt to kiss me on the lips, but I deftly avoided him and he kissed my chin this time. But his hand felt good. I spread my knees to let him in and he took notice, grabbing and releasing my balls and running his finger up to my hole.

"C'mon baby," he whispered, "I'm not that bad looking. I can love you nice and proper AND you get my cock! I know you are beggin' to see what that feels like!"

Oh well. Fuck it. I closed my eyes and slowly opened my mouth. He was like a hungry animal. His thick tongue flopped around as it explored the inside of my mouth. It was so long, thick, and abrasive just like his dick. I had never made out with anyone before so the experience was foreign to me but Bill obviously knew what he was doing.

He pulled out then studied the rest of my body with ogling eyes, "Been curious about these nips!" He wrapped one arm around my lower back and hoisted me up with seemingly no effort.

"Ohhh!!" I shut my eyes and furrowed my brows just as his mouth made first contact with my nipples. Mr. Bishop happened to be staring at us and I turned red with embarrassment and looked away. I moaned softly as I watched Bill slobber all over my breasts, flicking his tongue on my nipples with unexpected speed and dexterity. I latched on to his upper arms while he worked. The sensation was too much at times. He continued stroking me with his other hand and I could feel my pre-cum dripping out.

I panted and let out short gasps. Meanwhile, Mr. Bishop kept driving us further and further away. We were far away from home and deep in rural country with nothing but trees and an endless plain field. It was dusky out, but the heat was intense and overbearing as ever.

"Time to get a taste of that sweet young honey!" Bill grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me to my feet. He dragged me to the back of the RV and threw me down on the bed before getting on top of me. He yanked off my swim trunks and tossed them aside.

"Jesus fuck!" he admired, "beautiful and tight little body! Nice and smooth, no hair on the little pee-pee either!"

He spread my legs open and laid down in between. I couldn't help my disgust for his big, beefy face with rough facial features. I gasped and clenched my eyes shut the moment he swallowed me whole. I couldn't stop biting my lower lip in an effort to mute any sounds Bill might construe as pleasure. But Bill knew how to use his tongue. He also knew how to touch me. "Hunnnhh... oh god!" my head rolled back and my eyes popped wide open just as he began softly pinching my nipples. "That's more like it!" his voice came out muffled as he continued to suck on me. My inner thighs were drenched in his saliva. I couldn't help but spread my legs for him, letting my toes dance on the back of his head as he went to town. I wasn't going to last long.

"Oh god I'm cumming!" I squealed and my hips came off the bed as I squirted into Bill's mouth. I saw spots in my vision as my body convulsed. No one had ever given me oral. I couldn't recommend Bill enough to anyone who wanted it. 10/10 would let him do it again, I thought to myself. Bill kept his mouth on me, sucking hard and flicking the tip with his tongue, teasing and extracting every bit of my cum.

"Sweet Jesus, now THAT is some sweet virgin honey!" Bill smacked his lips as he swallowed. The RV finally halted to a stop. We were parked inside an abandoned horse shed. Mr. Bishop cut the engine and I felt the RV roll and lurch under his weight as he made his way to the back of the RV.

I was still on my back with my legs open as the two men stood at the foot of the bed, discussing amongst themselves what they were planning to do to me. Mr. Bishop pulled off his jeans and shirt, and joined Bill in ogling my naked body. There was nothing I could do stop them from doing whatever they wanted with me. But did I want to stop them?

"Jess," Bill smirked, "I'll let you decide which one of us you want to fuck you first. But know that in the end, both of us will have our way with you."

I considered my choices quietly. Mr. Bishop was longer though not as thick, Bill was thicker though not quite as long. They were both going to fuck me, so attractiveness wasn't a factor, though they both repulsed me all the same. Honestly, under any other circumstance, I would be so out of their league, I'd be in a different universe.

The distinct, pungent smell of marijuana permeated the cabin as Mr. Bishop lit up a joint. "Yer gonna need this if you want to make it through the night," he cautioned. Meanwhile, Bill poured some whiskey into a shot glass before handing it to me. "Drink up. You'll need courage!"

I wasn't a drinker nor a smoker. Not under normal circumstances anyway. I took one hit from the joint and started coughing uncontrollably much to the joy of the two old brutes. "We deflowered your virgin ass, now we deflower your lungs. You'll be our slutty little degenerate very soon now," Bill scoffed.

"Down that whiskey," Mr. Bishop commanded, "and don't spit it out. That's expensive shit!" I raised the glass to sip, "No! Chug it! One motion! You don't sip whiskey, genius!"

My eyes were already watery from the coughing fit following my introduction to marijuana. But nothing terrified me as much as an angry Mr. Bishop. I closed my eyes and downed the shot. My throat instantly felt like it caught on fire. "Fuck!" I rasped, clutching my throat. Both men broke out in yet another round of laughter at my expense.

In the end, they were right. My body relaxed and my mood lightened. I was ready for them. "Oh god... I dunno now," no amount of intoxication could solve the question of who would fuck me first. I pointed at Mr. Bishop since I had already been with him and knew what he felt like, "You."

Mr. Bishop beamed with pride, "On your back, legs open, as you were made to be!"

I did as he was told, though as soon as my head hit the bed, Bill's big hand grabbed my throat and dragged me to the edge of the bed just enough to leave my head hanging. I looked up and saw Mr. Bishop squirt lube on his rock hard dick before getting in between my legs. He threw my legs over his shoulder.

"Unnhhh! Unnhhh! Unnhhh!" I gasped in pain. Mr. Bishop's dick felt as big as ever, alcohol and marijuana notwithstanding. Bill dimmed the lights to near complete darkness. "Can't have nosy folks pay any mind," he murmured, his voice deep and low. The entire RV began to shake. "Unnhhh... unnnhhh... hahhhnnnnh!" I moaned, my naturally effeminate voice sounding even higher-pitched and throaty since my head was hanging off the bed. I braced my hands against Mr. Bishop's knees in a feeble attempt to keep him from going in too deep too hard.

Mr. Bishop grunted and groaned, "Oh fuck, boy! Oh fuck! Dirty little skank! Oh Jesus, hot little ass!" His thrusts got harder and he leaned over me, pinning my legs back. My eyes were clenched shut. Mr. Bishop drove harder and deeper, the wet clapping of our bodies made for a satisfying sound. I could feel my breasts jiggle, my brain turned to jelly and threatened to fall out of my skull as I panted and gasped.

"Ohh! Right there! Oh! Oh Mr. Bishop!" I squealed in delight as he located my prostate. "Ohhh... oh-mmmmph!" Bill took the opportunity to shove his dick into my open mouth. He squeezed my nipples and began thrusting himself in and out of my mouth.

"Oh yes... yess... yess!" he rumbled as he ran the pads of his fingers on the very tip of my nipples before squeezing and pinching them. My knuckles turned white from clutching the sheets. The simultaneous stimulation of both ends by both men was too intense at times, but I relished being handled by them. The contrast between us was night and day which only added to the heat.

Mr. Bishop let go of my legs and leaned in closer to me. I felt his hot breath on my breasts just as he sucked and swallowed them. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" I squealed again, Bill wasn't letting up as he shoved himself deep into my throat. I squirmed desperately under Mr. Bishop as he kept hammering me while sucking my breasts at the same time. I latched my feet on to his waist and felt my hips buck. My back arched and let out a muffled scream. Mr. Bishop gave me yet another orgasm, this one more intense than the first two he had given me. Unwittingly, I dug my nails into his upper back as I climaxed. It seemingly lasted forever, no doubt from the pleasant effects of the alcohol and weed.

"Arrgghhh... arrghhh... arrrgghhh... oh fuck... oh fuck... I'm gonna breed you, boy!" Mr. Bishop growled breathlessly. He threw my legs over his arms and pinned them back until the bottom of my feet faced the ceiling. He emptied his balls deep inside of me, seemingly deeper than the previous times he fucked me. He came for a while and he stayed inside of me well after he was able to catch his breath before pulling out.

Upon pulling himself out he stood up and immediately grabbed me by the throat and spun me around and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he stood. With my head hanging off the bed yet again, he plunged his cum-caked dick into my mouth. "Polish it, slut! Make it clean and shiny!"

As I did what I was told, I felt Bill's head between my legs once again. "Mmmmph!" I moaned as he swallowed me. "Can't get enough, tastes too fucking good down here!" Bill slurped loudly and obnoxiously, saliva poured from his mouth and coated my entire crotch. I gently pushed back on his head as he was driving me crazy with his tongue and I didn't want to cum just yet. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up and began sucking on my now gaping hole, shoving his tongue deep inside. Mr. Bishop's cum had started leak out, but Bill continued unabated.

Finally, he sat up and made a rotating motion with his finger, "I want to take you from behind." Mr. Bishop allowed a brief respite, just enough for me to get on all fours before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my head back on to his dick. Bill fingered my hole, squeezed my balls, and stroked my dick. He applied a generous amount of lube to his dick and to my hole.

"Oh shit!" the searing pain caused me to stop sucking on Mr. Bishop's dick. I underestimated Bill's girth. "Ohhh no... noo... please... ohh that's thick! Oh please... please don't!"

"Oh no... you finish what you started. YOU agreed to come into my RV, YOU agreed to slob on this knob, and now YOU get to fit it in your tight little hole." Bill's tone was flat, almost robotic. He pressed forward as I squirmed and writhed. He held me by the hips, locking me into place. There was no escape.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhhh... ohhhh fuck... ohhhh Daddy! Ohhh Daddy! Ohhhh please... easy Daddy... easy...!" I begged before Mr. Bishop wrenched me back to servicing his dick.

"Keep beggin', boy! You ain't goin' anywhere! No one can hear us, no one can see us, no one knows where here! Relax that tight boy pussy and let your Daddy inside!" Mr. Bishop helped put things in perspective, even if it was in a derogatory way.

I took his advice and tried to slow my breathing. Bill reached over and grabbed my dick and balls and began stroking them in an effort to alleviate the pain. "Mmmpssh... mmmpssh... mmmppshhh!" I sucked Mr. Bishop's dick back to full strength even as Bill was ripping me open from behind.

"Oh he's tight! Ooohh very tight! Tight as a virgin pussy!" Bill grunted and groaned. He wedged himself deeper and deeper, changing his angle, carving a path of least resistance. Mr. Bishop held my head in his hands and face-fucked me as Bill took me from behind. Sweat poured, forming big wet spots on the sheets. The sweltering heat aggravated what was an already difficult situation. Our wet bodies glided against one another, as they took turns whispering dirty things in my ear.

Bill finally managed to insert himself in me. He grabbed my elbows and pulled me up. Mr. Bishop was balls deep in my throat and he scowled at Bill at the sudden withdrawal. Bill paid no mind as he pulled me up with my back resting against his large gut. He wrapped his arms around me and pinched my nipples as he showered the back of my neck with kisses. I rolled my head back and rested on his upper chest.

"You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna make sweet love to you. Fuck you proper. I'm gonna enjoy every bit of you for as long as I damn well please. I'm gonna make you mine."

"Unnhhh.... hunnnhhh... ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhh Daddy... ohh Daddy!" I moaned weakly as he began thrusting upwards. My entire body shuddered from the force. God, this was painful. I was being stretched to proportions that I never knew I could reach. Just when I thought the pain would never end, pleasure finally made its presence known.

"Oooohhh! Ohhh Daddy... oh there! There! Right there! Ohhh god... ohhh m'god!" I clutched his forearms, the ecstasy was overwhelming. I felt his eyes looking at me, through gritted teeth and furrowed brows he grunted and growled, rasping dirty words. He squeezed and pinched my nipples before sliding his hands down to my thighs.

"Ohhh!" I squealed as he lifted me straight up and looped his forearms under the back of my knees. My legs were spread open in mid-air and I clutched his arms as he absolutely pounded me. The loud, wet clapping of our bodies filled the cabin. Mr. Bishop could only stare in stunned silence as he watched Bill handle me.

"Ohhh Daddy... daddy.... daddy you're gonna make me cummmm!" I screamed as my body jolted and I climaxed yet again. I was running low, Mr. Bishop had cleaned me out. Just as I finished, I felt Bill's vice-like grip tighten as he pulled me closer with my back pressing against his chest.

"Ohhh... yess... ohhhh... yess!! Ohhh... here you go!" he growled as he shot his seed in me. Bill had a seemingly endless supply of cum stored in those large hairy balls of his.

"Ohh my Godddd... ohhhh... ohhhh... fuck!" Bill was breathless as he clutched my hips while continuing to empty himself in me. "Good thing we don't have to worry about knockin' up this little slut!"

Bill trudged back to the bed and threw me off. I was too exhausted to move. But they weren't done with me yet. Mr. Bishop grabbed the back of my neck and flipped me over on to my back and spread my legs open and laid down with most of his weight on me. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he pinned my legs back so that my feet were parallel with the ceiling.

"Unnh!" I moaned softly as I felt him go in me. Bill turned my hole into a mushy crater which made it much easier to take Mr. Bishop's slightly thinner dick. He penetrated much deeper, however, driving all 9" in me with force. I clutched his shoulders and rolled my head back as he fucked my brains out.

Mr. Bishop slid his hands under my waist and suddenly stood up and I found myself in mid-air once again. This time, I was being impaled by Mr. Bishop's angry dick. Mr. Bishop laid back down on the bed as I rode him reverse cowboy. My hips gyrated as I grinded on his dick, desperate to please him one last time and be done with it. I played with his nipples as I sat on him, watching his face contort through all the different phases of pleasure and exertion.

"Ohhh fuck... oh fuck... the fuck of my life... ohhh... ohhh!" he squirmed, his hands firmly on my hips. The bed squeaked loudly, begging for mercy, but its cries fell on deaf ears.

Just as I thought Mr. Bishop was going to cum, I felt the bed sink behind me as Bill climbed up behind me. Standing up on the bed, he shoved me down and Mr. Bishop wrapped his thick arms around me. Bill grabbed my arms and held them behind my back just as he squatted down, his dick well-rested and fully engorged for another go.

I screamed as he entered me. Mr. Bishop pinched my nipples and Bill let go of my hands and grabbed both sides of my mouth and held it open while he continued inwards. Mr. Bishop kept repositioning himself to give Bill maximum space. Perhaps it was because I was already stretched out or perhaps my prostate was super-sensitive, but it didn't take long for the pain to subside.

"Oh daddy... daddy... ohh... daddy... daddy... yesss!!" I squealed while both men bellowed as they came simultaneously. Bill grabbed my ass with both hands before spanking me hard enough to leave a welt just as he finished. He pulled out and collapsed on to the bed. Mr. Bishop grabbed me tight around my hips and ensured he also emptied himself inside. He pushed me off and I fell face forward.

I was covered in sweat, cum, and saliva. My breasts were tender and red from the constant stimulation. My ass felt like mush, so much so that I never thought I'd be able to walk normally again. I fell sound asleep, too exhausted to worry about cleaning myself.

I found myself in my bed when I woke up the next day. My phone had been buzzing from all the texts and phone calls from my parents. I missed my test that morning. Fuck! How was I going to explain that? I looked down at my body, still naked and riddled with cum stains that had long since crusted over. There were bite marks on my breasts and neck and dried saliva all over my body. Bill and Mr. Bishop had their mouths all over my body. My hips were sore from having my legs spread open for so long. My back felt like it had been broken in two.

The house was silent as I slowly tip-toed out of my room and into the bathroom. My ass was on fire and I could barely make it into the shower without falling over from the pain.

"Sleep ok?" Mr. Bishop's voice pierced through the silence, startling me as I exited the bathroom in my towel.

"Umm... I guess? Just hurts a lot!"

"Well, you took a good pounding there. Most broads couldn't handle that kind of cock power and you took it like a porn star!"

"Uh-huhh. Well, I missed my test this morning, so that sucks!"

Mr. Bishop chuckled, "We taught you all you need to know, sweet cheeks!"

Unfortunately, the missed test caused me to fail the class. As a result, my parents pulled funding for the leased room so I was on my own. But Mr. Bishop understood and let me stay for free. But nothing in life is free, as I learned the hard way.

Susan had to leave to take care of her ailing mother, meaning she was going to be gone for a while. Mr. Bishop obviously didn't care too much about it, and was actually ecstatic and antsy about her departure. It left the two of us alone in the house. At first, it was business as usual. He kept to himself, and I stayed in my room unless I was in class.

I returned home one evening only to stop dead in my tracks. Bill's RV was parked in the driveway. What was I going to do? I had to get to my room somehow. Thankfully, the RV wasn't running and it was apparent that Bill wasn't inside. I entered the house through the back porch only to find Mr. Bishop sitting alongside Bill and three men whom I had never seen before.

All three were similar in age to Bill and Mr. Bishop, early to mid 60s, and all three were gigantic, just like Mr. Bishop and Bill. Upon seeing me, they all stood up.

"Jess!" Mr. Bishop grinned, "wanted you to meet some of my old buddies! You've met Bill, I believe."

Bill winked at me while Mr. Bishop and the other men chuckled. "This is Jack, Al, and Lorenzo."

Jack was probably the largest human I'd ever seen in person. He towered over Mr. Bishop's 6'5 frame and built like a bull. He had wisps of white hair off to the side that ran down the back of his head. He wore a gold chain around his neck and had gold fillings that sparkled as he flashed a grin. His arms were wider than my thighs and covered in white hair, along with the rest of him. He grabbed his crotch as he gazed at me, never breaking eye contact. He scared me even more than Mr. Bishop did on his worst day.

Al was a black man, about Mr. Bishop's height and build, albeit with a bigger gut. He had a mustache mounted over thick, full lips. He was the only one in the group with a head full of hair. His wife beater was having trouble containing his broad shoulders. He had deep set eyes and a wide, thick nose with massive nostrils.

Lorenzo was Bill's Hispanic twin. They were of similar build and overall appearance, though Lorenzo had darker skin and tattoos on his upper arms. Like Jack, he sported a gold chain and fillers. His lips were thick and full like Al's.

"Come say 'hello', Jess!" Mr. Bishop barked, "don't be rude to my buddies!"

"Uhh... yes, Mr. Bishop," I stammered as I edged closer to the group of giants. "H-hey everyone!"

"Well, boys?" Bill asked the group, "here or the bedroom?"

"Fuck yes," Al shouted as he grabbed me from between my legs and hoisted me up over his head like I was doll, "bedroom!"

The men let out gruff roars of approval as they carried me to Mr. Bishop's bed and threw me down. My clothes were being ripped off and I was naked within seconds. The men all undressed hastily, the sounds of clinking belt buckles and the rustling of clothes and soft thud from pants falling to the floor filled the room and filled me with fear and yet anticipation.

Jack grabbed my throat and yanked me to the edge of the bed until my head was hanging off. Upside down, I could see his long, uncut dick as he stroked it to a complete erection. He peeled back the foreskin and the stench of urine and pre-cum filled my nose as he brought it closer to my mouth. I wanted this. I opened my mouth silently and felt it stretch. He hit the back of my throat with more than half of his penis still outside.

Meanwhile, my legs were spread open and I felt a hot breath between my thighs. My eyes popped wide open as someone was giving me oral. My toes curled and I opened my legs more. I reached down with both hands to feel a head full of spongy hair. Al was busy down there. His lips created such wonderfully tight seal as he lashed my dick with his long, thick tongue. I moaned with a mouthful of Jack's dick deep in my throat.

I felt wet mouths on my nipples as they sucked and nibbled hungrily. It was quite the sensory overload, suckling two men while having a third give me oral. I couldn't hold it for much longer. I let out a muffled squeal as I felt myself cum right into Al's waiting mouth.

As soon as I finished, Jack pulled his dick out of my mouth as he traded places with Al. I looked up and saw Jack between my legs, a devilish grin spreading cheek to cheek. He threw my legs over his shoulders and Al grabbed my throat and shoved his dick deep in my mouth. Al was very thick, about as thick as Bill but as long as Mr. Bishop. I had trouble swallowing most of him but it also didn't help that Jack was squeezing his own dick inside me at the same time.

Jack had the longest dick in the group, easily another inch or two longer than Mr. Bishop. He let me know it, too, as he pinned my legs back and began ramming me savagely. I moaned breathlessly as I tried to push back on his belly. The force from his thrusting was going to rip my insides apart. Thankfully, he didn't last terribly long and shot himself deep in me.

Al pulled out and whipped my face with his dick before taking Jack's place in between my legs. He sat on his knees and held my legs open by the ankles as he slowly eased himself in. Jack had opened up a nice clearing for Al as he was able to glide in fairly smoothly, though it got much more painful mid-shaft. His dick was far thicker and the length only made the pain last much longer. I gritted my teeth and clutched the sheets. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh shit! Ohhh that's big! Ohhh!"

"Oh, didn't think you'd mind gettin' piped by a black fella!" taunted Mr. Bishop. "Stereotypes have some truth to them, don't they?"

I couldn't answer as Al was splitting me open. He let go of my legs and played with my nipples instead before grabbing my hips and pulling my ass off the bed as he began pounding me. Loud, wet claps echoed throughout the room. He grunted and growled while talking dirty. Lorenzo, meanwhile, straddled my face and began dipping his dick into my mouth. He effectively blocked my view of Al while face-fucking me.

"Oh shit!" Lorenzo didn't last long and spunked right into my mouth while Al did the same in my ass. Cum spilled out of the sides of my mouth as Lorenzo milked himself clean before stepping off.

Two powerful hands grabbed me by the waist and dragged me closer before flipping me on to my knees. Bill was ready to rock me, and boy did he rock me. Mr. Bishop and Bill took turns spit roasting me until my mouth and ass were dripping with cum.

They had barely finished with me before Al grabbed me again, this time pulling me so that I was sitting on him cowboy style. He shoved his dick in me and began pounding me almost immediately. A sharp pain pierced my body just as I felt another dick shove itself in me. It was Jack. I was being crushed between both men, my screams drowned out by their collective grunting and growling. Both men emptied themselves yet again inside me before tossing me off.

Lorenzo and Bill took hold of me next. Lorenzo began fucking me doggy before wrapping his arms under me and hoisting me up to hold my legs open in mid-air. My protests and pleading be damned as Bill decided to shove himself in me at the same time. Again, I was being crushed by the weight of both men and again both men drained their balls in me.

Thoroughly satisfied, they tossed me on the bed and left me alone on the bed. Dripping with cum and defiled for eternity, I knew there was no way I could ever leave. I decided to stay with Mr. Bishop while I finished school. I had no plans on ever leaving and I enjoyed being passed around his ever expanding circle of friends.