Original Sin: On Demand 4.0

Author's Note: I often get comments from readers through my direct e-mail listed in my Literotica Profile. Of late, more are coming from readers making special requests, asking that I write an original story entirely around their fantasies, most involving interracial sex. The first reader-inspired story was Original Sin: On Demand 1.0 and 2.0, involving Black gang bang and impregnation, lesbian sex, and mother/son incest, and has already been published.

What I am offering today, is another fictional story inspired by the fantasies of a reader, an older white married gentleman, who I'll call Malcolm. Malcolm loves his wife, but their's has been a sexless marriage for many years. Quietly alone, Malcolm enjoys porn online, but he still hungers for a human connection. Online porn had allowed him to explore, and though straight for a lifetime, he is thinks of himself as bisexual but had yet to actually be with a man. Malcolm thought about posting a personal online to pursue that deep curiosity, but that was a big and risky step, so he asked me to write story that might inspire him, or at very least from the reading of it--make his cock hard. I think that's sort of what Literotica is really all about.

Well your note inspired me Malcolm, Original Sin: On Demand 3.0 has just been published, and this is now a continuing story. Again, this is for you Malcolm!

Original Sin: On Remand 4.0

Malcolm and River Rock the Boat, the Duet Continues

The duet by this unlikely pair, born of shared truthful words, wasn't over, it had just begun. River appeared only semi conscious, slumped back on the seat, Malcolm's mouth filled with River's come, ready to share. Malcolm slid up that gorgeous still vibrating Black body, River's mouth was a wide open invitation, so he took it in a deep and penetrating kiss, feeding River his own man come. River was awake now, spent for sure from the longest orgasm of his life, but wide awake again, and the two mouths fucked, lubricated by come and a renewed lust. Malcolm's own cock was ready to burst, but being an older gentleman, he was also very patient, taking his sweet time with this twenty-eight year old Black man-child. Still face to face, Malcolm lifted off that sated adonis with new words.

"I love your cock River!" Malcolm declared. "Good God, I can't believe I got that beast down my throat, you came like a fucking river, you faggot cunt. You were beautiful, what a series of loads, I had to share that with you. I'm a faggot cocksucker for real, finally, and bitch, I belong to you. Your cock owns me, that was beautiful!"

"Oh Daddy!" River repeated those words. "I have never come like that, nothing even close, you sucked my cock like a human animal who was loving it, loving me, loving my come. Nothing like the tepid women I have known, hoping I wouldn't come in their mouths, or worse, the ones who'd slap a rubber on it to be sure. When I felt my cock go into your throat, and your face was against by stomach, there was no holding back. What a feeling, my dam burst. I don't know how you did that. I love your dirty words, and Malcolm, you are faggot cocksucker for sure. I can't wait for my turn!:"

"That will come, but I'm going to breed you River!" Malcolm warned. "But first, I will feed you my pre-come, suck my cock clean and then get ready to bend the fuck over. You're going to give up your ass, I'm going to sodomize that virgin ass of yours, like I own it, because I do! Get down on your knees bitch, kneel while I get naked!"

As Malcolm disrobed, River knelt on the carpeted wooden floor, obedient, head raised ready to take his mentor's cock in his mouth. Malcolm stood naked in front of River, looking down, his hard white cock dripping pre-come, pointing toward a beautiful hungry Black face and open mouth. He took River's head in both hands, holding it, owning it, eyes locked together in a renewed glaze.

"I'm going to tease you a bit River, "Malcolm warned. "Just sliding the head of my cock in your mouth, suck that cock head, taste your daddy's dripping cock and think and feel like the faggot cocksucker you were born to be. Daddy's cocksucker. Then I'll skull fuck you for a few minutes, ramming my cock down your throat, just because I can. I'll teach you to breathe through your nose, relax and feel your face against my shaved loin. I'll hold your head there now, like I will a hundred times in our future, unloading down your throat and letting my cock go tantric, dancing out of control, a Taoist truth that age has taught me. Right now I'm saving my load, and that tantric dance, for the breeding to come."

True to his words, Malcom fed his cock into River's mouth, and holding his head tight, the skull fucking began. White elder cock, in and out of that handsome young Black face, Rivers eyes closed living the sensation of being forced to take Malcolm's cock, struggling for a moment, afraid of his gag reflex, but realizing that Malcolm had taken his much larger cock. Soon he relaxed, breathing through his nose and accepting, loving, the feeling of his face against Malcom's smooth belly. He submitted totally, and in no time River was the cocksucker he too knew he was born to be. Malcolm's white cock belonged in his mouth and down his throat.

"You did great son!" Malcolm offered praise, pulling his cock out of River's mouth and challenged throat. "Remember, though I hadn't sucked a cock myself until today, I have a lifetime's experience training women to suck and throat mine. Trust, love, relaxation, and nose breathing are the key. I've trained so many, they all ultimately get it right. Popping into the throat, its muscles are circular, quite similar to the sphincter muscles that make breeding so special. The two, deep throat and sodomy, in my opinion are the most intimate connection two human beings can have sexually. I love shaved pussy, so pretty and by being shaved the woman is saying 'this is for you.' But even a yoga trained cunt is nothing, compared to popping into a throat or butthole, watching your cock disappear when it seems so impossible. I remember that feeling the first time, I couldn't believe my eyes, the unimaginable intimacy was sublime!"

"Now! Face down on the fucking carpet, cunt!" Malcolm ordered. "I need to breed my son, right now! I'll prop your butt up with a pillow, but I want your back arched, pushing up, 'presenting.' It's an animal thing! Both hands pulling your butt cheeks apart, my cock is dripping and I'm going to bury it in you virgin ass, while I bathe you in dirty words. It's my turn, I'm going to gape your butt, time to give up your ass son!"

River got in position on the carpet, one pillow propping him up, he arched his back and pulled his Black cheeks apart with both hands saying, "Oh Daddy, I've only seen it in porn, but I'm ready to be bred rough and hard, sodomize me like the faggot whore I am. Feminize me Daddy, fuck my ass like I'm your Black whore bitch. Bitch fuck me Daddy!"

Malcolm was patient no more, poised above his prey, he reached down and pulled River's still hard cock out from under the pillow, pointed backwards between his spread legs, so he could see it, confirming that this was a man cunt he was fucking. Butt cheeks spread, he pushed his throbbing cockhead against River's pink rosebud. And it was pink, pink against the light caramel of this twenty-eight year old man-child's muscular Black body. Malcom pushed hard, lubricated only by his own pre-come and River's sweat.

Both were sweating, it had already been a long a physical morning. Malcolm's cock popped through River's rosebud sphincter to a loud scream from River, and an equally loud animal grunt from Malcolm, home at last, all the way in until his balls slapped against River's cock and balls laid out on the white pillow. The pounding began, in and out, every possible angle, furiously working to gape River's virgin ass, elder white cock going in and out of a young Black butt, a breeding underway. Both sweating, grunting, groaning like the animals they were.

"Listen faggot!" Malcolm commanded, in a hoarse raspy, "Push back against me River, I'm going to shoot my load, breed my boy, and let my cock go tantric deep inside you. Then I'm going to fuck you, letting my cock dance in your man cunt, until I can't. Keep pushing back against me, milking it, milk that dancing cock. Got it faggot?"

"Got it Daddy, breed me Daddy!" River responded in a panting, breathless voice. "I'm being man fucked, I've dreamed of this, load me up and rape my cunt. I am your faggot whore!"

There were no more recognizable words between the two, just animal noises, grunt, groans, and screams as Malcolm pounded in and out. His load shot, his cock with a mind of its own, doing a tantric dance, River using all his strength to push back. Their duet now was pure animal, totally savage, both breathless, sweat pouring off Malcolm's body onto a sweating River. Somewhere along the way, River's cock shot load after load of young man come onto that white pillow. His cock was untouched, except for the slapping of Malcom's balls, and the deep awareness that he was being animal butt fucked somewhere in a pagan forrest that was all new to him. It was an all animal time, Malcolm and River howled together, like two wolves. The cabin of the Herresshoff was now humid and hot, full of the smell of man sweat and animal sex. George, that Springer Spaniel, asleep just feet away, joined in the howling, then Malcolm collapsed on River's slippery back, and the only sound was animal panting.

The savagery was over, slowly Malcolm rolled off River and onto his back, his cock still hard swinging in the air, still dancing. "Come here son!" He ordered, in barely a whisper. "Come hug your daddy, you gave up your ass to me, like a good faggot boy. That was a long ride, what a ride you gave me faggot. What a good boy you are, son!"

River put a strong Black arm around Malcolm, pulled himself over and said, "Oh Daddy, you bred me good, I gave up my ass to you, like your other bitch's have, then I thought you were never going to stop. I felt that load, and what an amazing beautiful cock, it must have danced away on its own inside me for an hour, while you just pounded. What an animal fuck that was, more wild than I could ever have imagined. Did you see? I came in torrents, just from the savage rape of my man cunt. I am your faggot boy forever. You are my dominant elder, I love submitting to you, doing as I am told. Your dirty talk was both shocking and intoxicating, you own my ass, you are my mentor, I am your protege, your every word and action, a life's lesson!"

The two kissed, and vibrated together, in a mutual cool down dance. Both had needed that animal breeding session, and now it was time to come back to earth, or back to sea, as the Herreshoff had also rocked with them. "Use the shower River!" Malcolm ordered. "I'll be taking bath back at the house. Have I ruined your workday? I'd like you to come to the house for dinner this evening, you'll be welcome to a bath, we'll smoke a joint together, and relax with some porn while you service your old man's cock long and slow. Margaret's in Pennsylvania, you can spend the night!"

"I'd love that!" River responded. "I have a light schedule today, besides that Stephen's, I've got to catch up with my two crews that are doing contract maintenance all around the Bay Area, and probably wonder where the boss is. About the shower, I rent a room here at the marina, so I can take a full-size shower there. Other than my high-end surveying work, predominantly for insurance companies, and private buyers, most of our contract work, monthly and annual boat maintenance outside Sausalito is in the East Bay. Oakland, Berkeley, and Richmond of course, and we service three marinas on the Carquinez Strait. Yours is the furthest east, so a couple of days a week I crash here rather than driving back to Sausalito. I'd love to take care of Godot, no charge of course, I'd just fit it into one of the crew's monthly schedule."

"Interesting, if we decide to do that," Malcolm the mentor offered. "We could set up a trade, you make our guest room yours, that would make perfect sense to Margaret with you and I involved through Godot. She'd likely love it, and never be the wiser. Sort of hiding in plain sight. I like it, and face it son, it would be a big upgrade from renting a room at the dock. I need a regular sailing partner in any case, perfect cover, as would staying with you in Sausalito. Around Margaret, and in public, we need to be careful about language. I'm already loving calling you son, but that's between you and me, man-talk!"

"Wow, I like the idea!" River responded. "The more ways for us to be together safely, the better. You really think Margaret would be okay me hanging there? I can be to your place by about four of five o'clock, it will be fun to see the place and size up that guest room. I'll head out, grab a quick shower now, but a bath and a joint when I come 'home' sounds great!" River added, laughing, "Dad!"!

"Good son! It's a plan," Malcolm said earnestly, the two now sitting up face to face. "The answer about Margaret is yes, she's a gracious host, and probably will fawn over you. I'll call her this afternoon, she'll probably want to make a fancy dinner to meet you, but trust me, she'll be all in!" Malcolm paused, and more seriously offered, "Today is a turning point in my life River in both our lives, I hope. I wrote that personal less than twenty-four hours ago, and I feel reborn!" Malcolm added, also laughing, "Son!"

"As do I." River responded, beaming. "This was the best day of my life, and look at the relationship we're building. Thank you Malcolm!"

"We are indeed lucky River!" Malcolm declared. "We bring out the best in each other, I can't wait to see you this evening, and welcome you to your new Walnut Creek East Bay home!"

To be continued...