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Subject: Bull and two boys pt. 3 If you like the story, and the stories on Nifty, please contribute so this terrific place can grow and prosper. Bull and two boys. Pt. 3 `Our family has been in Montana since the 1840’s. Big men, married to big women, who worked hard and did well. We’ve had a spread in the Seeley Swan valley for generations, and lots more land up around the Polebridge area for almost as long. Cattlemen and horse breeders mostly. I’m the fourth of my Father’s sons and have a younger sister as well. My dad, uncles and brothers are hung huge, and big dicks go way back in the family. But none of them have anywhere near what I’ve got. I got kidded about it all the time by the men in my family. Affectionate kidding, as they are all comfortable in their skins. Dad long ago explained to me that I’d have trouble, as women say they like em big until they actually get em. Maybe it’s different with porn women, but real ones aren’t like that. ` `I was this big since high school and got used to the looks in the showers. Some were amused and easy going � the ones who were comfortable with their masculinity – equals. Some were…hungry and some were threatened and kinda hostile cuz of it. I didn’t much care as I wanted pussy, but it was hard to get, more like impossible. I played on the football, hockey, and boxing teams. The coach said forget it about wrestling as what’s between my legs would be ah…distracting. The girls knew about it, of course, but things never got farther than me pulling it out, followed by lots of squealing and then some playing with it. Even drunk, once I tried to get it in, forget it. So, I was and still am frustrated in my dealing with women. I think you boys see that from how I whaled into you.’ We giggled and snuggled up closer to our lord. `So, I joined the marines when I was 18 and liked it. The same reactions in the showers as in high school. Was sent with a bunch of my buddies down to Guatemala, to Puerto Barrios, for something or other. It’s always 104 in the shade there and it rains in sheets every day at four. Clothes glued to you day and night. One night, my comrades took me out on the town. Bars, whorehouses, sleaze on the sleaze. They wanted to get me laid and found an unusual whore in that she was young, petite and pretty and said she’s give it a try if the money was right. So, they paid and got her high and we adjourned to our steaming hotel room. They got me drunk and I whipped it out. Her eyes widened but a deal is a deal, and I mounted her. With plenty of kocaeli escort grease I was able to work it in deeper than ever before, an inch or two of shaft beside my knob. My sarge, drunk as a skunk and roaring with laugher, grabbed me by the sack, my balls bulging out past his big fist. He slammed his hand, stinging hard, on my rump and yanked down on my nuts, and drilled half my hog into the bitch. Another buddy bit off the end of a whopper, super strong cigar and rammed it in my jaw while another one lit it. The charge from my first stogie had me spinning like a top and sarge yanked down hard again on my balls and with another belt to my ass I rammed in home. For the first time in my life, I was seated to my balls in a bitch. She was twitching and flopping and I went wild and shot a wad. Sarge yanked me out by the balls while two of them lifted me up and another shoved her mouth on my cock to finish. It was great, and, never softening, I fucked her again and again. That bitch sure earned her money. `That’s the first and last time I was ever seated to the hilt in a woman. If I went for old, ugly stretched our whores, I coulda had plenty, but I only like em petite and pretty.’ The boys were now stroking me and my cannon was starting to respond to remembering that tight pussy, and their sweet little hands working me. `There was one guy down in Guatemala with us, a big ebony buck, a little older than me. The threatened kinda guy. Always struttin around. He’d musta had the biggest dick in any group of guys. Until me. That pissed him off, and of all those men, he was the only creep. Always in my face, always looking for trouble. I mostly ignored his shit, which just pissed him off more.’ `One night I came back from late duty and the other guys were out drinkin as usual, except for the black. Thought it was odd he was still around, but changed to join my comrades. Sweating and shiny with stink on his ebony hide, he planted himself in front of the door with some sneering about running off for protection from the men. When I went for the door handle, he shoved me back and he got the trouble he’d been lookin for. I pushed back hard, and he took a swing at me. Rabbit punched the fucker straight in the mouth and when he tried to swing again, I landed a solid fist in his gut then another, much harder, to his balls. Squeezing his nuts in a vice grip, he crumpled to the ground lunging at my legs. We grappled and it quickly got meaner. Wrestling to the ground, we both tried to throw punches and I worked one of his arms darıca escort hard back behind him, wanting to break it, while I yanked his head back, my fist knotted in his wool.’ The boys were now suckin me, tonging in the skin, lickin my knob, running their lips up and down my stiff shaft standing tall and proud. Focused on their girly-boy rosy lips contrasted to my veined, knarled killer and started to drift off into pleasure, but, exercising some self-control, and wanting the lick job to last, I continued my story. `My crotch was up against the coon’s hard ass and my cock started to stiffen. Yanking him by the wool, I slammed his head down hard twice against the concrete floor. Sounded like a fuckin bell. With a third, decisive slam, he was groggy and crying as I ripped at his pants and yanked them down, kneein him hard in his black nuts. Swearing and struggling best he could, I pulled my pants open and forced him down butt up with his head on the floor. When he tried to resist I ground my size 13 boot hard on his head and pinned him down. Spitting on my cock (it was dripping with sweat anyway); I raped it in his black ass and once past the ring, shoved home mercilessly. He started screaming and I clamped a fist over his swollen mouth and yanked him back, his arm still wrenched behind his back. Let go his arm to grab his balls, twisting and squeezing while he screaming into my fist as I pulled him up on my battering ram. Told him his nigger balls were mine, and he didn’t need em cuz he was my fag pussy. Twisting his arm back, I fucked the living shit outta him. I fucked him mean, real mean and he flopped and twitched beneath me � it was very satisfactory. It was a hate fuck all the way, but it was also a real good fuck. Better than the whore, better than any sex I’d ever had. He had stopped screaming and pleading, and was just whimpering as he shuddered from my jackhammering. For all the carryin on, he could take me, serve me the way no woman could.’ `I was spitting out insults and hate and instead of fighting he started to push back and moan. I fucked the bastard for a long time, my knarled cock ripping him a new asshole. When I was ready to seed, I growled out that he was a nigger pussy and belonged to me. I was planting my seed in his guts and he was no man, I was his Massa. I made him say so, and ripped him with my weapon if he didn’t jump to. Then I shot. Thumping and pulsing it to make him suffer as long as possible, I finally pulled out dripping with seed, shit and blood. Rock hard, gölcük escort I let go his arm and he crumpled moaning and crying. I got up, walked in front of him, spread my legs and grabbed his head in both hands. When I shoved my stinking cock towards his mouth, he tried to shake off and I rabbit punched him three times hard in the face till he was bleeding from his swollen nigger lips. Backhanding him till his head was flipping left and right, I told him I’d beat him to a pulp if he tried that again. Shoving my cock in the nigger’s mouth and hitting his gag reflex, I rammed all 15 inches down his throat and kept it there. With my knotted fists in his wool, I had him clean me, gagging, whimpering, and puking all over my cock. I kept it down there for a long, long time. Threw him off my dick and got cleaned up and dressed with the bastard still whimpering on the floor. With a vicious kick to his woolly head, and a hard boot slamming into his balls, I went out to join my buddies. An hour later the buck joined us, limping, a very different guy from before. My fuckin slave. When Rufus lit my cigar, the sarge had to stifle a guffaw. He knew. Later I went to piss and my coon followed me like a field slave into the john. I shoved him in a filthy stall on his ass, forced his head back, mouth open, and spat a jaw full of black stogie spit in. He started gagging, I worked my cock in the gob in his mouth, then rammed it down his gullet and pissed like a horse.’ `For the next week, all the time we were in Puerto Barrios, I fucked his ass and his throat whenever and wherever. For the first two days, he was terrified and pretended to be defiant. He cried in shame and pain with every hate fuck, every time he had to suck my cock clean, every time I made him drink my stinkin piss, every time I beat him. By wed. when I snapped my fingers, he jumped to with beers and cigars, in front of the men. By Thurs., when I needed a spittoon, he kneeled and opened his mouth, in front of the men. By Friday, they were all fucking him wide open, drowning him in cum and piss, beating the shit outta him, burnin his black balls with their cigars. Sarge kept him for a long time, and then traded him to an Arab for a good antique sword. Last I heard, the Arab had him back home, castrated, to serve as a eunuch in his harem. Never took a piss that whole week that wasn’t into his belly, with him looking up into my eyes, broken. I was smoking a fine cigar, he was choking on my horse cock, cheese, cigar gob and piss. Life was fine.’ `That’s when I knew that conquering men was what I was made for and had to have. I was the ultimate predator and master of men.’ `Enough of the appetizers you little fags. Git on yer knees butts in the air. I’m gonna drill ya both into the next world’

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