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The comment from his friend seemed to embarrass him, and he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and let me go, stepping away. I slumped forward, panting myself, my shoulders aching from being bound so long, my jaw aching from abuse and the indentations left on my scalp burning. Both my cock and my ass were throbbing as I tried to catch my breath.

'Looks like he's yours Bobby.'

The big black guy moved around in front of me. I could see his bare feet, which made me think of the black boots I kissed earlier. It suddenly seemed so long ago. My mind came back to the present, and I remembered why I had saved him for last. My first black cock was a special event, and the memory of the abuse I had just received was fading fast.

Slowly, my eyes worked their way upward, past his strong calves, his heavily muscled thighs, to his hard cock, standing out with a slight downward curve. It was big, easily as long as my own, and definitely thicker. I looked past his cock, across his flat abdomen, his muscled chest, to his eyes. He was grinning, and the awe I felt must have been evident on my face.

'All my bitches feel the same way.'

His words expressed total confidence. All that I could think to do was nod.

'You want some real cock now bitch?'

'Yes.' My voice cracked.

'That didn't sound very enthusiastic. Know what I mean?'

I thought about that for a second. 'Please, can I suck your awesome cock?'

'That's better. Do a good job bitch, or I'll get someone else.'

'You won't need anybody else.'

He was tall, and I had to come back up on my knees, relieving the pressure my heels were putting on the butt plug. That put his cock at face level, and my eyes locked onto it. It was an incredible specimen of manhood, and I studied the veins along its length for a moment. He stood over me, hands on hips, waiting.

It was a great moment for me, bound and kneeling in the dirt, as a huge, naked black stud stood over me. Slowly I leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. I could feel his heat instantly. Leaning to my left, I turned my head to the right and lightly licked my way down his length. I could see past his massive cock to the traffic passing below, and I found myself hoping someone down there could see me.

I licked all around his cock on both sides, then along the bottom until I got to his balls. He took the hint and used one hand to lift his cock back against his flat belly, offering me his balls. I accepted the offer. One after the other, I worshipped them with my tongue, enjoying his musky odor.

'That's good bitch, suck on my balls.'

I did just that, taking one, then the other, gingerly into my mouth. His balls hung low and easily slipped inside where I gently bathed them with my tongue. I could have stayed like this for an hour, but it was time to move on. I kissed up the underside of his cock as high as I could reach, and he finally released it, letting it settle across my face. I worked my way along the remaining length, and slipped my mouth over his head. I now had his wonderful black cock in my mouth.

My mouth was stretched wide around his girth, and I found myself hoping he wasn't going to take his lead from the stocky guy. But he seemed content to stand there with his hands on his hips, letting me do the work. I took as much as I could, and then slowly started back and forth movements, fucking my own face on his monster cock.

'That's good bitch. That's real good.'

I sucked his cock like this for a long time, occasionally coming off to lick the length of it, then taking it back into my mouth. I couldn't take it all, it was too big, but I greedily took enough to make myself gag. It was worth it, I wanted to feel it in my throat.

I wasn't in a hurry, and neither was he. After a long while, I could hear his breathing change. Then his right hand came around and grabbed the base of his cock. He held it firmly as I sucked, the pressure causing his glans to swell noticeably in my mouth. Slowly he started stroking, and I concentrated on the head, giving his hand room to work. His excitement level grew quickly now, and I settled back on my haunches as his knees started to bend a little. It was an incredible image I wish I could see, this big black kid standing over me, jerking his cock into my mouth.

In the end, I was kneeling with my head back and my mouth wide open as he masturbated, the head of his cock rubbing around the inside of my mouth. As I let him use me, I knew what was coming, and when his cock erupted, I didn't move. The first load sprayed into my mouth, but as expected he pulled out and sprayed my face with the rest, letting it run off my cheeks onto my shoulders and chest. The heat of his come on my body was intense, and I wished I could get a hand around my own aching cock.

When he was done, he pressed his cock back into my mouth. 'You done good, bitch. Clean me up.'

I licked his softening cock as his come cooled on my face. He still filled my mouth, and I would have been content to stay like this the rest of the night. But he tired of my efforts and pulled away.

'About time, Bobby. Let's go burn one.'

'Sounds good man. What do we do with the bitch?'

'Aren't we done with him?'

'I don't think so, I've got other ideas.'

'Fine. Remember what she suggested.'

'Shit. That's right.' He came back over to me. 'Get up, bitch.'

I stood slowly, my legs cramped from kneeling so long. It felt good to stretch them out, but I was uneasy, wondering what was about to happen. Looking around, I saw that the stocky one and Surfer Boy Ronald had put their pants back on. I felt Bobby fumbling with my wrist cuffs, and then my wrists were free.

Quickly I moved my arms forward, thankful for the chance to relieve the pressure on my shoulders. He came around in front of me, motioning for me to hold my arms out. I did as instructed, my arms shaky, and he locked my wrists back together. When he led me to the spot under the tree where the cord still hung, I understood. In a matter of minutes my arms were tied up over my head.

'Alright, let's go.' He scooped up his pants and they walked down the trail. I watched until they disappeared in the darkness.

I was alone, naked except for women's nylons and garters, hanging from a tree with come on my face, shoulders and chest. There was a service road just below me, and cars flowing past on the interstate. It was both erotic and frightening. My mind wandered back to the last time I was tied here, watching traffic go by as my wife fucked me in the ass with a strap-on. The memory gave my flagging erection new life.

I knew what 'burn one' meant, and wasn't surprised when I caught the smell of marijuana. Their laughter carried back to me, and I was pretty certain they were sitting on the benches the church had built. I was very turned on as I hung from the tree, wondering if I was going to be left here. Since there were no cars on the service road, I assumed they had parked at the dead-end at the opposite end of the trail. They could easily walk away.

My thoughts were interrupted as a vehicle turned the corner onto the service road. I froze, fairly well shielded from that angle by the trees, and waited to see the headlights swing onto the entrance ramp to the interstate. They came straight. I panicked, pulling hard against the cord.

It was fairly lightweight, but it was made of nylon and wasn't about to break, no matter how hard I pulled. I fought it a few seconds, then tried to undo the snap ring, but with the cord tied around it, it was impossible. The vehicle was a pick-up truck, and it took it less than a minute to reach a point in front of me. When it stopped I froze again, frightened and desperately trying to figure out what to do.

From my vantage point, I was looking down onto the roof of the truck, the passenger side door clearly visible. I continued to fumble with the snap ring, as I watched the truck, unable to see inside, thankful at least that it wasn't a police car.

I became aware of noise behind me and realized the guys were rushing in my direction. They must have heard the truck. Assuming their car was at the dead-end as I suspected, then they must be coming to help me. Or so I hoped. The few seconds it took them to cover the distance seemed an eternity, and in that time a thousand thoughts rushed through my mind, mostly about my job and my kids and the potential damage this could cause.

They burst out of the trail and came to a quick stop.

'Shit man, it's just your brother.' It was the black guy Bobby, and I cold see the stocky guy, so he was obviously talking to Surfer Boy. As I tried to sort that out, the driver door opened, causing the interior light to come on. The passenger door opened as well.

'And she's with him.'

'Damn, look at that.' It was the stocky one, and he sounded much more respectful than he had when talking about me.

My wife's dress was unbuttoned all the way down the front, and even though the lighting wasn't great, her left breast and her pussy were clearly exposed. The Stud got out on the driver's side.

My surprise went away quickly, my breathing slower to recover. All night long I had assumed she was nearby. And there certainly was nothing unusual about me being caught in a compromising situation when The Stud was around. Even though I now knew his name, I could only think of him as The Stud, as he had proven to be on several occasions.

My heart was still pounding and I had not yet gotten over the fear as I watched him walk around to the passenger side and lean on the truck. My wife stepped over and leaned back against him, his hands going straight to her breasts.

'I'd like to get me some of that.'

It was Bobby, and he was absently rubbing his crotch as he watched The Stud knead my wife's breasts. Her dress had fallen open and her narrow hips and pussy were easily visible in the moonlight. The Stud shouted up the hill, his voice so familiar. 'We're waiting'.

There was no doubt what that meant, and they all looked at me. Bobby stepped over behind me and unceremoniously pulled the butt plug from my ass, dropping it on the ground. The crudeness of his action was unwelcome, but the rush of cool air against my asshole felt good.

'Why don't one of you loosen him up for me?' He was already undoing his pants, and my pounding heart skipped a beat. I had been fucked before, and I liked it, but it always came with this same feeling of anxiety. He looked at the stocky guy.

'Not me man, I ain't no fag.'

'You let him suck your dick.'

'That's different. I ain't fucking him.'

He looked to Surfer Boy. 'You do him.'

Surfer Boy Ronald had a glazed look about him, and I remembered they were just smoking pot. He looked down to his brother, and for the first time I noticed the resemblance. As soon as he filled out with some muscle, they would be a lot alike. Except, of course, the cocks. Somehow he didn't get the same endowment as his older brother. He looked back up and started to undo his shorts.

His cock was hard again, so the idea of fucking me must have appealed to him. Or so I hoped, it could have been the sight of my naked wife. He turned away from her when he dropped his pants, which I found amusing. As he stepped behind me, I in contrast turned directly towards her, meeting her eyes. I pushed my ass back as far as I could, using what slack there was in the cord, offering myself to him for her amusement.

He had to bend his knees to get under me, and suddenly he was there, poking his hard cock at my ass. It didn't go well at first, as he jabbed his cock all around my asshole, looking for the right spot. His friends started to chuckle, and finally he reached down with a hand to guide himself, obviously trying not to touch me. It was almost comical.

It occurred to me that this might be his first fuck as well. His lack of finesse was evident as he jammed his cock roughly at my asshole. I jumped at the harshness of his cock suddenly plunging into my anus, thankful that the butt plug had stretched me out.

Now that he was inside me, his hands came to my hips and he started an awkward thrusting. His knees were bent, and he was pushing upward. It took a few minutes, but he finally settled into a rhythm, as my initial discomfort turned to pleasure. Always a very anal person, a cock up my ass never failed to turn me on, once I accepted the idea.

My wife was watching me intently as the Surfer Boy fucked me. I was hanging against the cord, my arms and shoulders uncomfortable. When my wife had fucked me here with her strap-on, she had helped to support my upper body, understanding how hard it was to offer my ass without hanging against the rope.

But Surfer Boy did not help, and I suspected the image of me hanging against the bonds, as another guy used me for his own pleasure, unconcerned about my discomfort, pleased my wife greatly. And pleasing her was all that mattered to me. It felt incredible to be on display, helpless, visible to anyone on the highway who happened to look up, as this hard-bodied high school senior fucked my ass in front of my wife and her lover. My cock was swollen and purple, bouncing with each upward thrust of my attacker. The feelings were intensifying, and moans of pleasure escaped my lips.

'Check it out, the bitch really likes it.'

'Yeah, what a faggot.'

There again was that label that I hated so much, but I didn't care. I could feel the young cock in my ass swelling, and I could hear Surfer Boy's own moans. I knew where he was headed, and I wanted it bad. I locked eyes with my wife as he slammed into me hard and held his cock deeply inside me, his hands pushing down on my hips. She gave me a nod of approval as he cried out, his come boiling out to fill my bowels. As his cock continued to spasm, I shifted my eyes to The Stud, happy to have him watch me service his little brother.

'Oh my God.' That was all that Surfer Boy said as he pulled out of me and stepped away, panting heavily.

'The bitch have a tight ass?'

'Yeah Bobby, that was good and tight.'

'Well I hope you loosened him up some, 'cause I'm about to bust him open.'

I turned towards Bobby. His pants were off and his hard cock stood out proudly. Just the sight of his black meat made me want to fall to my knees and pay homage. But I knew he had other plans, and I was eager for that as well.

He stepped towards me and I spun around until I was sideways to the road, my wife on my left side, my ass pointing towards Bobby.

'The bitch wants this black cock, doesn't he?'

He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him, leaving my arms stretched out and up. I looked at my wife, barely 15 feet down the embankment. Her body was totally exposed as The Stud idly stroked her breasts. Her eyes were locked on the big black cock that now rubbed against my ass. Bobby bent his knees, but he was quite a bit taller than me and the position was awkward.

'Shit, this ain't gonna work.'

With that, he stepped around in front of me and started to untie the nylon cord. When my hands came free, my shoulders were so stiff I could hardly lower my arms. Relief flowed through my upper body. But I hardly had time to enjoy it as he once again stepped behind me and pushed me to my knees with hands on my shoulders. He then pushed me forward, and I willingly bent at the waist to rest on my elbows, knowing what he wanted. I was eager to be used by this fine specimen of youth.

Bobby wasted no time getting in position behind me. I lowered my shoulders, spreading my elbows as wide as I could to provide balance, finding it difficult with my hands bound. I extended my ass up high. He took the offer. With one hand on my hip, he used the other to guide his cock to my sloppy asshole. Rubbing around in Surfer Boy's leaking come for lubrication, he brought his cock-head to the opening and pressed in.

He was much larger, and his glans was swollen, but my tortured sphincter yielded easily. My body tensed as his big cock slid in, reaching much greater depths than Surfer Boy and stretching me wide with its substantial girth. But it only took a moment for the pain to subside, overwhelmed initially by eagerness, and then by pleasure.

My wife was smiling when I looked to her, one of her hands behind her back, obviously at The Stud's crotch. As Bobby started fucking me in earnest, I wished she would pull out The Stud's cock so I could see it. The stocky one suddenly interrupted my reverie by kneeling at my head.

From behind me I heard Bobby chuckling. 'You decided you are a fag after all Brian?'

'Shut the fuck up, man.'

The stocky one, Brian, grabbed my head roughly and brought his cock to my lips. He was naked again, and hard as a rock as I parted my lips and let him slide in. I enveloped his cock with my warm, wet mouth as Bobby maintained his rhythm in my ass. I could no longer see my wife to my left, but in the moonlight I knew I must be quite a sight, a slut with no shame. I knelt on all fours in the dirt at the crest of an embankment, naked, hands bound, now clearly visible from three directions, eagerly taking a cock in the ass and one in the mouth.

I didn't know the guys that were using me, only that they were high school seniors. My wife and her lover, another stud I'd suck or fuck on demand without hesitation, were watching me. It was clear The Stud had arranged for his little brother to have me. All in all, it was very degrading, it was very humiliating, and as a result I was in heaven.

Once again Brian seemed to be angry, fucking my face roughly with no compassion, no concern for my discomfort. His fingers were dug in to my scalp just like before, but he was slamming his cock into me with more force. It hurt, and breathing was suddenly difficult.

'Damn man, lighten up. You're messing up my rhythm.' It was Bobby, who had almost stopped his motion in my ass. Brian eased up slightly, much to my relief, but he was still assaulting my mouth rather than using it. I tried to focus on applying suction, swirling my tongue around his pistoning cock, knowing the only way I would get relief was to get him off.

But it wasn't as easy as the first time, and the rape of my mouth droned on. Bobby adapted to Brian's cadence and started slamming harder into my ass, accepting that Brian wasn't going to stop. I was now sandwiched between two hard driving cocks, and all I could do was hang on, to try and ride it out. When their motions were complimentary, it wasn't bad, one cock sliding out as the other slid in. About every 4th or 5th stroke they lost their synchronization, and I had two hard members driving into me with great force at the same time. It was punishing.

Through all of this, in a moment of clarity, I realized that the sight of me being helplessly fucked had turned Brian on enough to get him hard and bring him back to my mouth. It dawned on me that this was the source of his anger. He was bothered by the fact that watching me aroused him. With that insight, I tried hard to suck his cock well, to somehow win him over.

He finally let out a groan and started filling my mouth once again with his seed. He continued to pump me, as I tried hard hard to swallow it all. But inevitably some leaked out to join the dried come already on my face. As before, once he was done he snatched his cock away from my mouth and rose up, leaving me to catch my breath and lick his come from the corners of my mouth.

I dropped my forehead to the dirt and tried to steady my breathing as Bobby continued to pound away at my asshole with his huge cock. With Brian gone, it only took me a few minutes to slip back into the enjoyment of being fucked. There was no doubt that submitting to the abuse Brian just gave me was an intense turn-on for me. I really did like it. But the pleasure of being fucked by this big black cock, with my wife looking on in favor, was far superior.

I could hear talking, but the words seemed far away. My head was against the dirt and my eyes closed, as I totally forgot my surroundings. It no longer mattered that I was being fucked in a wide-open area above a busy interstate highway.

It no longer mattered that I was being fucked while wearing women's lingerie. It no longer mattered that strangers were fucking me in front of my wife and her lover. All that mattered was that a big black cock was indeed fucking me. My shoulders sank lower and I turned my head to the left, letting my face settle down against the dirt. I wanted to feel dirty. I wanted to be a nasty slut.

When I felt his cock begin to swell, I opened my eyes and dreamily looked for my wife. She had moved to one side of The Stud, and now had his pants open, his big cock out. She was stroking him slowly as she watched Bobby pummel my unresisting body. Bobby was now moaning steadily, sweat dripping from his body onto my lower back. He dug his fingers into my hips and drove in hard, his cock suddenly erupting inside of me.

He continued to fuck me, his cock spurting come on every stroke. My eyes were locked on the purple head of The Stud's cock as Bobby began to slow, his body now slumping over me. His spasms continued, and I could feel his come leaking out around his cock. My own cock throbbed, and I wished he would grab it. But my pleasure was not his concern.

When he finally pulled out of me, I could feel the cool air against my tortured asshole. 'Damn, that's some kinda pussy on that bitch.'

Leaning to my right, I fell over into the dirt, exhausted. My hands slipped down and wrapped around my hard cock, squeezing hard as I watched my wife jerk off The Stud.

When the first warm spray hit me from behind, it was a shock. I knew instantly what it was from temperature alone, and just as quickly I was angry. I tried to roll away, but the stream followed me, then suddenly stopped.

'Roll this way mother fucker.' It was the stocky one, Brain, and he definitely sounded mad now. I turned my head slightly and looked back at him. He was still naked, pinching off the flow of his soft cock with his right hand. 'Now.'

I looked back around at my wife, searching for help. She was watching with an amused look on her face, waiting to see what I would do. There was no anger at all, no sign of displeasure, no indication of surprise or upset.

Her hand had drawn tighter around the base of The Stud's cock, causing it to swell even more. In an instant I knew what she expected. She wanted to see this run its course, to see what would happen. I was nothing more than a slut toy turned over for their use, and this turn of events didn't bother her one it.

It was perhaps the most difficult submission ever for me, as I slowly rolled over to face Brian, giving my wife everything she demanded. I remained balled up nearly in the fetal position, and I could feel dirt sticking to the wetness of my back, now turned to my wife. Looking up past his cock, I found an angry face looking down upon me. In that instant, I knew I was right. He couldn't stand the thought of being turned on by man-on-man sex.

He released his cock and the flow struck my face, then washed across my body as he directed it. When he came back to my face and head, I didn't look away. The warmth covered me from head to toe, soaking my hair. It ended as suddenly as it started, and just as quickly I could feel the cooling begin on my skin. I felt absolutely disgusting, lying in the dirt as piss dried on my skin and come leaked from my ass.

'Damn Brian, I guess we're through with this bitch tonight.'

'The fag makes me sick.'

'You need to chill out dude. All we been doing is having a good time.'

Brain stalked off, picking up his clothes. I looked past Bobby to Surfer Boy Ronald, who stood there in his shorts. He looked stunned by what he had just seen. Bobby stepped towards me, and I looked up at his still naked form with caution, noticing the dirt on his knees from where he had fucked me.

'Looks like the damage is done.' With that, he took his flaccid cock in his hand, still glistening from the fucking he had given me. I was at first dismayed, and then resigned, and when he starting pissing on me, I accepted it with shame, realizing my cock was still hard between my hands.

I squeezed my cock hard as I turned my face up to Bobby, letting him cover it with his pee. Just like his orgasm, the magnitude of the flow was impressive, seeming as if he could piss forever as he started walking circles around me. When he finally finished, I was laying in the mud created by their combined streams, my body dripping from one end to the other. My hands started working my cock, and after only a minute my body tensed up and I came in the mud I lay in.

'The bitch even liked that. Ronald, you got that woman's number?' He was looking past me, gazing down at my wife with longing. I didn't know if he wanted her, or hoped to get a chance to use me again. Or both.

Slowly I sat up in the mud and looked around at my wife. The Stud's cock was now hanging limply, obviously satisfied. Did that turn him on? She motioned for me with a crooked finger.

When I stood, I was covered with filth. Cold pee dripped from my hair, making little rivulets through the dirt and mud adhered to my skin. My stockings were ruined. Come was leaking from my ass. Stiff and sore, I moved towards her without looking back. Traversing the steep embankment was difficult with my bound hands before me, my stiff legs unresponsive. I slipped several times before making it to the bottom.

Finally standing before her, trying hard to avoid the eyes of The Stud, I felt more shame than I had ever known. When I hung my head, I found that I was looking at his soft cock. Her hand came up to my face, and I saw she held his come. I lapped at it as expected, getting about half of it into my mouth. It was a familiar taste. The rest she rubbed through my wet hair, wiping her hand on The Stud's jeans when she was done.

'You've done well slut. Get into the back of the truck.'

I turned away, too ashamed to look up, carefully climbing onto the bumper and into the truck bed. Laying down, I heard the doors close and the engine start. As The Stud made a three point turn, I watched the kids dressing on top of the embankment. The fact that they were so easy to see in the moonlight didn't even surprise me.