A Dad for Denice
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About ten Christmases ago, Lemar McCants had been shopping for gifts with his early tween daughter. On the list was his wife, his parents, and one of the middle school aged girl’s classmates. He remembered the conversation.
“Dad,” Maryam beamed as she selected what appeared to be a tiny white rag doll with pink hair and a pink cat in the same box. “This is what I want to get Neville.”
“Are you sure,” the man frowned. “How about we get him something like a LEGO set or something.”
“Dad,” she stressed. “You know Nigel and Neville like toys like this better than LEGOs. Please.”
Lemar had examined his thoughts and gave way to Maryam’s well thought argument. The Wilson twins - Nigel & Neville were pretty effeminate boys. And his hang ups did not need to be transferred onto his only c***d. He acquiesced and allowed her to toss the item into the cart.
“Thanks, dad,” Maryam had said.
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Tonight, Lemar and his wife, Yvette, were hosting an eighteenth birthday party for their dear Maryam.
She was the apple of his eye. The pride of her mother. Maryam McCants was the one every girl wanted to be. National Merit Letter of Commendation. Captain of Cheer Squad. Starting point guard. Supportive, loving parents. Excellent communicator.
While Lemar and Yvette had given a much larger sweet sixteen party, tonight was more subdued. This event was at their home. And only nine friends were invited. Along with the bright-eyed teens, Lemar had invited two couples from their church. The Wilsons and the Sewells.
Calvin and Jessica Wilson were the parents of Nigel and Neville. The young men were two of Maryan’s closest friends. Plus Calvin served on the Trustee Board with Lemar.
Perry and Nina Sewell also attended Mount Ephesus. Perry Sewell was a member of Deacon Board and head of the finance committee. The Sewells had two offspring that were a few years older than Maryam, Nigel, and Neville. But, they were good friends of the McCantses and the Wilsons. So, Lemar figured they could come too.
The soon-to-be high school grads were on the main floor doing whatever they did. Interestingly, Yvette, Nina, and Jessica were up there too managing things. Lemar was down in the basement, his mancave, with Calvin and Perry. They were sipping on Japanese whiskey supplied by Perry.
“This is some good shit, man,” the light-yellow-brown host remarked.
“Yeah, it’s smooth,” added Calvin.
“I thought so too. Got it when we went over to visit Mason,” Perry Sewell informed them about the trip he and Nina had taken to see their son who was stationed with the Air Force in Okinawa.
“Well,” Calvin took a sip. “Can you get some more?”
“Hell yeah, man! I got a site where you can order it,” Perry remarked.
Just then, Jessica Wilson came halfway downstairs. “Cal, you ready to go? The crowd is thinning out and I’m getting tired.”
“Yep. Give me five. Can you drive?”
“Of course. What are Nigel and Neville gonna do?”
“Yvette said they can stay the night. You know they've got three extra rooms. They stay all the time.”
“Is that cool, Meck,” Calvin asked the host.
“Always! They’re like brothers to Maryam,” Lemar reassured his friend and church member.
“I’ll be right up, Jess,” yelled Calvin.
The men exchanged goodbyes. Calvin ascended the stairs.
Perry inquired, “You let Nigel and Neville stay here around your daughter?”
“Come on, Sewell. You know they aren’t trying to fuck her.”
“You don’t think? Bi is a thing these days?”
“You think they’re bisexual?”
“Nah. They feminine as hell,” the bronze-skinned man chuckled. “I think Wilson is fine with it.”
“Of course. He loves them. That’s why they’re doing so good. They got his support,” declared Lemar.
“I can’t disagree. One time back when they were the only boys that wanted to do praise dance, I asked if he really wanted to let them,” explained Perry. “He said that they were who they were and that he wanted them to be happy and know they were loved. It sounded strange coming from him. You know?!? He’s so into hunting and fishing and cars. You know?!?”
“I get it, man,” shared Lemar. “But, we both know it’s hard enough out here as Black men. No need to scorn our own blood over small shit.”
“True! But Wilson also has an older son. So his genes are gonna go on.”
“You’re crazy as fuck!”
“Yeah! I had mad respect for him after that. And now, they’re about to be off to college. All growed up,” Perry grinned and used air quotes to emphasize the last two words.
“True. They’re eighteen now. You know they’re going to A&I,” Lemar checked.
“You already know what that means,” chortled Perry. “Another pour?”
“Yeah! What does it mean?
“You went to A&I, Negro. We all did. You know soft, feminine dudes gonna get that business.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, Negro! Play dumb if you want. I’m not gonna say no more.”
Lemar lifted his glass. Perry did the same.
“Bring them boys down here,” Perry said after another long sip.
“What,” Lemar asked.
“You know what’s up,” chuckled the slightly older man.
“What about Nina,” checked Lemar.
“I’ll tell her I’m too drunk to leave.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Just wait.”
Perry picked up his phone and placed a call. He spoke to his wife while slurring his speech. “Meck said I can sleep down here tonight.” He nodded a few times. Then he replied, “Thanks, baby!”
“You a mess,” Lemar grinned.
“I know I am! But I been wanting those fags for a minute.”
“Me too,” Lemar admitted.
“Get ‘em down here then.”
After a while Lemar had gone upstairs and helped Yvette straighten up. Maryam was in the bed. Yvette was fast asleep.
Lemar walked into the bedroom where Nigel and Neville were supposed to be asleep.
“You ready for us, Daddy,” Nigel asked.
Lemar just shook his head.
They all snuck back down to the basement.
Perry perked up when he saw the first slim, golden brown twin behind Lemar. He grinned.
“Two daddies,” Nigel beamed.
“Seems so,” Neville added.
“Yeah y’all do,” Perry said.
“Who wants who,” Lemar inquired.
The twins looked at each and shrugged.
“You,” Perry pointed at Neville. “Come sit on my lap!”
Neville switched over to the guest. He perched on Perry’s knee. He was jerked gently by the much older man. He could smell the alcohol on the man’s breath.
“I been wanting to fuck you for a long time, boi!”
“Really,” giggled Neville.
“Yeah!”
Perry stuck out his tongue and pulled Neville’s face close to his eyes. He licked around the teen’s mouth and put his lips on the sissy’s.
“Deacon Sewell’s already going at it,” Nigel snickered.
“They sure fucking are,” Lemar remarked as he stepped inside Nigel’s personal bubble. He hugged the svelte bottom boi and nibbled on his ear. “Let’s give ‘em a run for their money, Nye-Nye!”
“Okay, Mr. Meck!”
Lemar unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The fell to the floor and Nigel followed suit. His 7¾-inch-by-5½-inch dick was pitching a tent in his black and gray tartan print cotton boxers, “Go on and pull it out, pretty li’l faggit!”
“Yes, sir,” giggled Nigel. He pulled down the underwear and grabbed the thick rod with both of his delicate hands. “Wow! It’s so big,” he remarked with twinkling hazel eyes.
“You think you can handle that?”
“Mmhmm,” moaned Nigel.
“Show me,” ordered Lemar.
Meanwhile, Perry and Neville were making out. The deacon had methodically undressed Neville and was stroking the teen’s stiff 6¾-inch pussy stick.
“Mmmmm. Ohhhhh. Unhhhh,” purred Neville between passionate kisses.
“You all excited, I see,” Perry commented. “Your brother is over there sucking the skin off Meck’s shit. Can you do that?”
“Of course,” snickered the twin that was younger by one minute and f******n seconds.
Neville slid off the man’s lap and got on his knees. He fidgeted with the belt and zipper. Soon, he’d set free Perry’s substantially thick eight incher. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Big enough for you, pretty boy,” inquired the deacon with a sly smile.
“Yes, sir,” the femboy glanced up through his luscious eyelashes.
“Show Daddy then!”
Neville licked the veiny cock from the tip down to the base and back up again. He opened wide and slid his mouth onto Deacon Sewell’s manhood.
“Ah, shit,” groaned the fifty-one year old husband and father. “That’s it, boy! You’re a good li’l fag!”
Neville appreciated the comment and seemed to use it as encouragement. He bobbed his in a circular motion as he worked up and down the tool.
“Damn, Meck! These boys love sucking dick,” Perry called out.
“Yeah,” growled Lemar. He took a fistful of Nigel’s dense Afro and snatched the teen’s head off his meat. “You like sucking dick, punk?”
“Yes, sir,” wailed Nigel.
“That’s what I thought,” the host barked. Then, he spat in the sissy’s mouth. “Now get back on it, Nye-Nye!”
Perry looked down at Neville. He said, “Stroke that faggit clitty dick, pussyboy!” Then he leaned forward. He spat on his forefinger and stuck it in Neville’s clenched poop shoot.
Neville lurched forward.
“Hold still, bitch!” Perry smacked the slim, taut ass with incredible force. “I’m tryin’ to loosen your pussy up, faggit!”
“Hey! Don’t hurt him, Negro,” warned McCants.
“I’m not, Meck. I just know I’m gonna stretch his little pussy open in a minute.”
“Bet,” Lemar huffed. “You ready to get fucked, Nye-Nye?”
“Mmhmm,” Nigel nodded.
“Get up and bend over. You can hold on to that counter over there.”
Nigel assumed the position.
Lemar pulled down the pajama bottoms. The stout industrial production manager squatted and placed a gargantuan hand on each of Nigel’s small butt cheeks. He spread them apart and dove into the hole. He licked up and down the crack. He stuck his tongue in the rectum and munched the cute tiny fart box.
Nigel writhed with pleasure.
Lemar ate it like a pro as he stroked Nye-Nye’s rock hard clitty cock. He stood abruptly and asked, “You ready now?”
“Yes, Mr. Meck!”
Lemar pointed his hefty dick at Nigel’s warm, waiting hole. He pushed in slowly.
Perry whispered loudly. “Come sit on this dick, pussyboy.
Neville straddled Deacon Sewell. His leaking cock rested against Perry’s somewhat protruding, yet incredibly firm belly. He eased himself down onto the generous appendage.
“Ooh wee,” bellowed Sewell.
“Oooh,” whimpered Neville. “It’s so big!”
“Yeah, baby boy! This is a grown man dick!”
“I know,” Neville grimaced.
“Go slow, faggit! Get used to it! They gonna be fucking the shit outta you at A&I!”
“You think?”
“Hell yeah!”
Perry used the conversation to distract his paramour. As they spoke he thrusted upwards and slammed his dick all the way inside of Neville.
“Owwwwwww!”
“Relax your body, boo!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Now let me grind up in it till you get used to it.”
Perry held Neville close and rotated his hips methodically.
“Ohhhh! Mmmm! Ooooh,” whined Neville.
At the bar, Lemar was pumping Nigel full of his beef. “You like this big Black dick, faggit?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You better, you punk motherfucker!”
“I do, Mr. Meck!”
“Damn right! You be over here all the time eating my food and shit! You thought this shit was for free?”
“No, sir!”
“Y’all be switching ‘round this house in short shorts and shit too. You should’ve known I was gonna fuck you one day!”
“We always hoped you would!”
“Ah shit! Y’all been wanting a nigga to fuck y’all asses!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me,” cried Nigel.
“Yeah, Nye-Nye! Take this dick!”
“Oh my god!”
“You like this big dick in that faggit ass,” checked Lemar.
“Oh god yes! Yes!”
“Skinny ass faggit bitcht!”
WHAP.
Lemar spanked Nigel’s itty bitty booty as he pounded.
On the couch, Neville was bouncing. “Oh my god,” he shrieked.
“Take this grown man dick, pussyboy!”
“Yes, Deacon Sewell! Fuck me!”
“Yeah! Your boypussy feels great!”
“I love you big fat grown man dick!”
“That’s right, faggit! Fuck Daddy’s dick!”
“Mmmmm!”
“You’re a pretty ass faggit! You know that?”
“Thank you,” Neville screeched.
“Kiss me, pussyboy.”
Neville and Perry locked onto one another’s mouths. Their moaning was audible and intensely erotic.
Perry explored the thin, twiggy twink’s body with his calloused hands. “You’re so soft,” he exhaled in between kisses. “Just like a girl! Damn! I should’ve been fucking you!”
“I would’ve let you,” giggled the sassy bottom.
“Oh shit! You could keep a secret?”
“Mmhmm!”
“Fuck! Ride this dick, faggit!”
Neville acted as if Perry’s cock was a trampoline. Perry ground his molten member into the now open anus.
Meanwhile, Lemar had carried Nye-Nye over to the recliner. He placed his daughter’s friend on his back across the plush leather chair. He studied how gaped Nigel’s pussy hole was. He spat in it and plunged back inside. “Oh fuck, bitch boy!”
“You like that faggot ass, Daddy,” quizzed the firstborn twin.
“Oh yeah, faggit! I love your sissy boypussy!”
“Fuck me, Mr. Meck!”
“Yeah, Nye-Nye! Take it like a good sissy boy!”
“Oh my god,” squealed the teen.
“Damn! You got some good ass!”
Neville had gotten up and was on his knees on the cushion. Perry was behind him impaling his inner sanctum.
Pffffft. Pffffffft. Pffffft.
“That boypussy talking,” commented Perry as he wiped sweat from his brow.
“Yes, sir,” blubbered Neville.
Perry took hold of the fairy’s Afro and pulled his head up to him. He kissed the fag some more as he sank his dick in Neville again and again. “I love fucking faggit ass!”
“You do, Deacon Sewell?”
“Yeah, baby boy! And you got some of the best faggit boypussy ever!”
“Oh, Daddy!”
“Damn right! I’m your Daddy now, punk! Take Daddy’s big dick!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”
“Sissy faggit bitch! Take it!”
Perry lifted Neville and sat back down so that the slutty bottom was riding him reverse cowgirl. Neville’s hard fag stick bounced uncontrollably as he rode Perry’s large cock. The soon-to-be high school grad was surrendering his body in every way to his mature lover.
“Dammit, boy! You can take some dick!”
“You like this sissy ass, Daddy,” Neville asked facetiously.
“You already know! I wanna see you cum, fag! Stroke your pussy stick!”
Lemar and Nigel were still in missionary position. But now the larger man was lying on top of the sissy bitch. His substantial weight aided him in burying his dick all the way in Nye-Nye’s yummy goodness.
“This is how a nigga fucks his girl,” he intimated in Nigel’s ear.
“Am I your girl,” giggled the trapped girly boy.
“Hell yeah, faggit! You’re such a pretty little fem bitch!”
“I love how you fuck me!”
“Oh yeah,” grunted Lemar.
“Fuck me, Nigga Daddy!”
“Ah shit! You're gonna make me nut!”
“Cum for me, Nigga Daddy!”
“Oh my god,” wailed Neville. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah, baby! Cum for your Daddy, faggit,” ordered Perry.
“Ahhhh! Daddieeeeeeeeee!”
Neville's clitty cock shot forth several streams of nut, The contractions of his anus massaged Perry’s dick in just the right way.
“Ahhhhhh fuck,” howled Perry. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” He erupted inside of Neville. He pulled the twin’s torso back towards him. They kissed as his dick remained planted in the boypussy.
“Fuck me, Nigga Daddy! Cum in my faggot booty hole,” begged Nigel.
“Oh shit, fag bitch! Here it comes. Here. It. Comes!”
“Yes, Mr. Meck! Give it to me,” he coaxed the manly dominant fucker.
“Arrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh!”
Lemar’s exploded. The warm good invaded Nigel and sent his brain into overdrive. He too began to cum.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” he bawled. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!”
“Damn, faggit! I’m gonna have to fuck you again,” Lemar confessed.
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The next morning, Nigel and Neville awoke in the guest room. Yvette fixed breakfast for her daughter and their guests.
Lemar drove Perry home in his metallic coffee colored 2016 Lincoln Navigator. Along the way, the two hashed a plan to visit A&I for a couple of home games during football season so they could whisk the Wilson twins away for a weekend romp.
“That’s what’s up,” Lemar nodded. “Yvette and Maryam are gonna be outta town next weekend for a cheer competition. I’ll see if the fags can sneak over that night.”
“Do that, Brother Meck! I need that more of that fag booty soon.”
“Bet!”
Perry got out of the vehicle and walked to the front door of his contemporary styled McMansion of a house.
“Dad,” Maryam beamed as she selected what appeared to be a tiny white rag doll with pink hair and a pink cat in the same box. “This is what I want to get Neville.”
“Are you sure,” the man frowned. “How about we get him something like a LEGO set or something.”
“Dad,” she stressed. “You know Nigel and Neville like toys like this better than LEGOs. Please.”
Lemar had examined his thoughts and gave way to Maryam’s well thought argument. The Wilson twins - Nigel & Neville were pretty effeminate boys. And his hang ups did not need to be transferred onto his only c***d. He acquiesced and allowed her to toss the item into the cart.
“Thanks, dad,” Maryam had said.
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Tonight, Lemar and his wife, Yvette, were hosting an eighteenth birthday party for their dear Maryam.
She was the apple of his eye. The pride of her mother. Maryam McCants was the one every girl wanted to be. National Merit Letter of Commendation. Captain of Cheer Squad. Starting point guard. Supportive, loving parents. Excellent communicator.
While Lemar and Yvette had given a much larger sweet sixteen party, tonight was more subdued. This event was at their home. And only nine friends were invited. Along with the bright-eyed teens, Lemar had invited two couples from their church. The Wilsons and the Sewells.
Calvin and Jessica Wilson were the parents of Nigel and Neville. The young men were two of Maryan’s closest friends. Plus Calvin served on the Trustee Board with Lemar.
Perry and Nina Sewell also attended Mount Ephesus. Perry Sewell was a member of Deacon Board and head of the finance committee. The Sewells had two offspring that were a few years older than Maryam, Nigel, and Neville. But, they were good friends of the McCantses and the Wilsons. So, Lemar figured they could come too.
The soon-to-be high school grads were on the main floor doing whatever they did. Interestingly, Yvette, Nina, and Jessica were up there too managing things. Lemar was down in the basement, his mancave, with Calvin and Perry. They were sipping on Japanese whiskey supplied by Perry.
“This is some good shit, man,” the light-yellow-brown host remarked.
“Yeah, it’s smooth,” added Calvin.
“I thought so too. Got it when we went over to visit Mason,” Perry Sewell informed them about the trip he and Nina had taken to see their son who was stationed with the Air Force in Okinawa.
“Well,” Calvin took a sip. “Can you get some more?”
“Hell yeah, man! I got a site where you can order it,” Perry remarked.
Just then, Jessica Wilson came halfway downstairs. “Cal, you ready to go? The crowd is thinning out and I’m getting tired.”
“Yep. Give me five. Can you drive?”
“Of course. What are Nigel and Neville gonna do?”
“Yvette said they can stay the night. You know they've got three extra rooms. They stay all the time.”
“Is that cool, Meck,” Calvin asked the host.
“Always! They’re like brothers to Maryam,” Lemar reassured his friend and church member.
“I’ll be right up, Jess,” yelled Calvin.
The men exchanged goodbyes. Calvin ascended the stairs.
Perry inquired, “You let Nigel and Neville stay here around your daughter?”
“Come on, Sewell. You know they aren’t trying to fuck her.”
“You don’t think? Bi is a thing these days?”
“You think they’re bisexual?”
“Nah. They feminine as hell,” the bronze-skinned man chuckled. “I think Wilson is fine with it.”
“Of course. He loves them. That’s why they’re doing so good. They got his support,” declared Lemar.
“I can’t disagree. One time back when they were the only boys that wanted to do praise dance, I asked if he really wanted to let them,” explained Perry. “He said that they were who they were and that he wanted them to be happy and know they were loved. It sounded strange coming from him. You know?!? He’s so into hunting and fishing and cars. You know?!?”
“I get it, man,” shared Lemar. “But, we both know it’s hard enough out here as Black men. No need to scorn our own blood over small shit.”
“True! But Wilson also has an older son. So his genes are gonna go on.”
“You’re crazy as fuck!”
“Yeah! I had mad respect for him after that. And now, they’re about to be off to college. All growed up,” Perry grinned and used air quotes to emphasize the last two words.
“True. They’re eighteen now. You know they’re going to A&I,” Lemar checked.
“You already know what that means,” chortled Perry. “Another pour?”
“Yeah! What does it mean?
“You went to A&I, Negro. We all did. You know soft, feminine dudes gonna get that business.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, Negro! Play dumb if you want. I’m not gonna say no more.”
Lemar lifted his glass. Perry did the same.
“Bring them boys down here,” Perry said after another long sip.
“What,” Lemar asked.
“You know what’s up,” chuckled the slightly older man.
“What about Nina,” checked Lemar.
“I’ll tell her I’m too drunk to leave.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Just wait.”
Perry picked up his phone and placed a call. He spoke to his wife while slurring his speech. “Meck said I can sleep down here tonight.” He nodded a few times. Then he replied, “Thanks, baby!”
“You a mess,” Lemar grinned.
“I know I am! But I been wanting those fags for a minute.”
“Me too,” Lemar admitted.
“Get ‘em down here then.”
After a while Lemar had gone upstairs and helped Yvette straighten up. Maryam was in the bed. Yvette was fast asleep.
Lemar walked into the bedroom where Nigel and Neville were supposed to be asleep.
“You ready for us, Daddy,” Nigel asked.
Lemar just shook his head.
They all snuck back down to the basement.
Perry perked up when he saw the first slim, golden brown twin behind Lemar. He grinned.
“Two daddies,” Nigel beamed.
“Seems so,” Neville added.
“Yeah y’all do,” Perry said.
“Who wants who,” Lemar inquired.
The twins looked at each and shrugged.
“You,” Perry pointed at Neville. “Come sit on my lap!”
Neville switched over to the guest. He perched on Perry’s knee. He was jerked gently by the much older man. He could smell the alcohol on the man’s breath.
“I been wanting to fuck you for a long time, boi!”
“Really,” giggled Neville.
“Yeah!”
Perry stuck out his tongue and pulled Neville’s face close to his eyes. He licked around the teen’s mouth and put his lips on the sissy’s.
“Deacon Sewell’s already going at it,” Nigel snickered.
“They sure fucking are,” Lemar remarked as he stepped inside Nigel’s personal bubble. He hugged the svelte bottom boi and nibbled on his ear. “Let’s give ‘em a run for their money, Nye-Nye!”
“Okay, Mr. Meck!”
Lemar unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The fell to the floor and Nigel followed suit. His 7¾-inch-by-5½-inch dick was pitching a tent in his black and gray tartan print cotton boxers, “Go on and pull it out, pretty li’l faggit!”
“Yes, sir,” giggled Nigel. He pulled down the underwear and grabbed the thick rod with both of his delicate hands. “Wow! It’s so big,” he remarked with twinkling hazel eyes.
“You think you can handle that?”
“Mmhmm,” moaned Nigel.
“Show me,” ordered Lemar.
Meanwhile, Perry and Neville were making out. The deacon had methodically undressed Neville and was stroking the teen’s stiff 6¾-inch pussy stick.
“Mmmmm. Ohhhhh. Unhhhh,” purred Neville between passionate kisses.
“You all excited, I see,” Perry commented. “Your brother is over there sucking the skin off Meck’s shit. Can you do that?”
“Of course,” snickered the twin that was younger by one minute and f******n seconds.
Neville slid off the man’s lap and got on his knees. He fidgeted with the belt and zipper. Soon, he’d set free Perry’s substantially thick eight incher. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Big enough for you, pretty boy,” inquired the deacon with a sly smile.
“Yes, sir,” the femboy glanced up through his luscious eyelashes.
“Show Daddy then!”
Neville licked the veiny cock from the tip down to the base and back up again. He opened wide and slid his mouth onto Deacon Sewell’s manhood.
“Ah, shit,” groaned the fifty-one year old husband and father. “That’s it, boy! You’re a good li’l fag!”
Neville appreciated the comment and seemed to use it as encouragement. He bobbed his in a circular motion as he worked up and down the tool.
“Damn, Meck! These boys love sucking dick,” Perry called out.
“Yeah,” growled Lemar. He took a fistful of Nigel’s dense Afro and snatched the teen’s head off his meat. “You like sucking dick, punk?”
“Yes, sir,” wailed Nigel.
“That’s what I thought,” the host barked. Then, he spat in the sissy’s mouth. “Now get back on it, Nye-Nye!”
Perry looked down at Neville. He said, “Stroke that faggit clitty dick, pussyboy!” Then he leaned forward. He spat on his forefinger and stuck it in Neville’s clenched poop shoot.
Neville lurched forward.
“Hold still, bitch!” Perry smacked the slim, taut ass with incredible force. “I’m tryin’ to loosen your pussy up, faggit!”
“Hey! Don’t hurt him, Negro,” warned McCants.
“I’m not, Meck. I just know I’m gonna stretch his little pussy open in a minute.”
“Bet,” Lemar huffed. “You ready to get fucked, Nye-Nye?”
“Mmhmm,” Nigel nodded.
“Get up and bend over. You can hold on to that counter over there.”
Nigel assumed the position.
Lemar pulled down the pajama bottoms. The stout industrial production manager squatted and placed a gargantuan hand on each of Nigel’s small butt cheeks. He spread them apart and dove into the hole. He licked up and down the crack. He stuck his tongue in the rectum and munched the cute tiny fart box.
Nigel writhed with pleasure.
Lemar ate it like a pro as he stroked Nye-Nye’s rock hard clitty cock. He stood abruptly and asked, “You ready now?”
“Yes, Mr. Meck!”
Lemar pointed his hefty dick at Nigel’s warm, waiting hole. He pushed in slowly.
Perry whispered loudly. “Come sit on this dick, pussyboy.
Neville straddled Deacon Sewell. His leaking cock rested against Perry’s somewhat protruding, yet incredibly firm belly. He eased himself down onto the generous appendage.
“Ooh wee,” bellowed Sewell.
“Oooh,” whimpered Neville. “It’s so big!”
“Yeah, baby boy! This is a grown man dick!”
“I know,” Neville grimaced.
“Go slow, faggit! Get used to it! They gonna be fucking the shit outta you at A&I!”
“You think?”
“Hell yeah!”
Perry used the conversation to distract his paramour. As they spoke he thrusted upwards and slammed his dick all the way inside of Neville.
“Owwwwwww!”
“Relax your body, boo!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Now let me grind up in it till you get used to it.”
Perry held Neville close and rotated his hips methodically.
“Ohhhh! Mmmm! Ooooh,” whined Neville.
At the bar, Lemar was pumping Nigel full of his beef. “You like this big Black dick, faggit?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You better, you punk motherfucker!”
“I do, Mr. Meck!”
“Damn right! You be over here all the time eating my food and shit! You thought this shit was for free?”
“No, sir!”
“Y’all be switching ‘round this house in short shorts and shit too. You should’ve known I was gonna fuck you one day!”
“We always hoped you would!”
“Ah shit! Y’all been wanting a nigga to fuck y’all asses!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me,” cried Nigel.
“Yeah, Nye-Nye! Take this dick!”
“Oh my god!”
“You like this big dick in that faggit ass,” checked Lemar.
“Oh god yes! Yes!”
“Skinny ass faggit bitcht!”
WHAP.
Lemar spanked Nigel’s itty bitty booty as he pounded.
On the couch, Neville was bouncing. “Oh my god,” he shrieked.
“Take this grown man dick, pussyboy!”
“Yes, Deacon Sewell! Fuck me!”
“Yeah! Your boypussy feels great!”
“I love you big fat grown man dick!”
“That’s right, faggit! Fuck Daddy’s dick!”
“Mmmmm!”
“You’re a pretty ass faggit! You know that?”
“Thank you,” Neville screeched.
“Kiss me, pussyboy.”
Neville and Perry locked onto one another’s mouths. Their moaning was audible and intensely erotic.
Perry explored the thin, twiggy twink’s body with his calloused hands. “You’re so soft,” he exhaled in between kisses. “Just like a girl! Damn! I should’ve been fucking you!”
“I would’ve let you,” giggled the sassy bottom.
“Oh shit! You could keep a secret?”
“Mmhmm!”
“Fuck! Ride this dick, faggit!”
Neville acted as if Perry’s cock was a trampoline. Perry ground his molten member into the now open anus.
Meanwhile, Lemar had carried Nye-Nye over to the recliner. He placed his daughter’s friend on his back across the plush leather chair. He studied how gaped Nigel’s pussy hole was. He spat in it and plunged back inside. “Oh fuck, bitch boy!”
“You like that faggot ass, Daddy,” quizzed the firstborn twin.
“Oh yeah, faggit! I love your sissy boypussy!”
“Fuck me, Mr. Meck!”
“Yeah, Nye-Nye! Take it like a good sissy boy!”
“Oh my god,” squealed the teen.
“Damn! You got some good ass!”
Neville had gotten up and was on his knees on the cushion. Perry was behind him impaling his inner sanctum.
Pffffft. Pffffffft. Pffffft.
“That boypussy talking,” commented Perry as he wiped sweat from his brow.
“Yes, sir,” blubbered Neville.
Perry took hold of the fairy’s Afro and pulled his head up to him. He kissed the fag some more as he sank his dick in Neville again and again. “I love fucking faggit ass!”
“You do, Deacon Sewell?”
“Yeah, baby boy! And you got some of the best faggit boypussy ever!”
“Oh, Daddy!”
“Damn right! I’m your Daddy now, punk! Take Daddy’s big dick!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”
“Sissy faggit bitch! Take it!”
Perry lifted Neville and sat back down so that the slutty bottom was riding him reverse cowgirl. Neville’s hard fag stick bounced uncontrollably as he rode Perry’s large cock. The soon-to-be high school grad was surrendering his body in every way to his mature lover.
“Dammit, boy! You can take some dick!”
“You like this sissy ass, Daddy,” Neville asked facetiously.
“You already know! I wanna see you cum, fag! Stroke your pussy stick!”
Lemar and Nigel were still in missionary position. But now the larger man was lying on top of the sissy bitch. His substantial weight aided him in burying his dick all the way in Nye-Nye’s yummy goodness.
“This is how a nigga fucks his girl,” he intimated in Nigel’s ear.
“Am I your girl,” giggled the trapped girly boy.
“Hell yeah, faggit! You’re such a pretty little fem bitch!”
“I love how you fuck me!”
“Oh yeah,” grunted Lemar.
“Fuck me, Nigga Daddy!”
“Ah shit! You're gonna make me nut!”
“Cum for me, Nigga Daddy!”
“Oh my god,” wailed Neville. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah, baby! Cum for your Daddy, faggit,” ordered Perry.
“Ahhhh! Daddieeeeeeeeee!”
Neville's clitty cock shot forth several streams of nut, The contractions of his anus massaged Perry’s dick in just the right way.
“Ahhhhhh fuck,” howled Perry. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” He erupted inside of Neville. He pulled the twin’s torso back towards him. They kissed as his dick remained planted in the boypussy.
“Fuck me, Nigga Daddy! Cum in my faggot booty hole,” begged Nigel.
“Oh shit, fag bitch! Here it comes. Here. It. Comes!”
“Yes, Mr. Meck! Give it to me,” he coaxed the manly dominant fucker.
“Arrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh!”
Lemar’s exploded. The warm good invaded Nigel and sent his brain into overdrive. He too began to cum.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” he bawled. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!”
“Damn, faggit! I’m gonna have to fuck you again,” Lemar confessed.
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The next morning, Nigel and Neville awoke in the guest room. Yvette fixed breakfast for her daughter and their guests.
Lemar drove Perry home in his metallic coffee colored 2016 Lincoln Navigator. Along the way, the two hashed a plan to visit A&I for a couple of home games during football season so they could whisk the Wilson twins away for a weekend romp.
“That’s what’s up,” Lemar nodded. “Yvette and Maryam are gonna be outta town next weekend for a cheer competition. I’ll see if the fags can sneak over that night.”
“Do that, Brother Meck! I need that more of that fag booty soon.”
“Bet!”
Perry got out of the vehicle and walked to the front door of his contemporary styled McMansion of a house.
Cheryl
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