Daddy Not Dad

God! Bob's fat cock stretched my ass and filled me up like the sissy fag I am. I pumped my hot little butt hole up and down on his rod as Rick stepped up and grabbed my head like a melon. My mouth was already agape from the ass fucking I was getting, so his dick slid right in, and he started fucking my face. I was in heaven, and my hot hunky stepdad couldn't take his eyes off me as his own cock was sucked by Joe. I made it as nasty as possible for Tom, spreading my legs wide, my granite rod framed by my stockings and garter belt just inches above the dick ramming in and out of my anus.

It heightened my pleasure to watch the daisy chain on the couch in front of me as I serviced Rick and Bob. Joe was really slobbering on Tom's meat when Steve moved around behind him and invaded his asshole, spit-roasting the muscular black man before my eyes. Joe wiggled his ass on Steve's cock while he deep-throated my stepfather.

I moaned and gurgled around Rick's stiff cock, sucking harder on his big black meat. Suddenly, his body tensed, and he grew more rigid in my mouth and I knew it was time. I pulled him out and jacked him off a few inches from my widespread lips, snaking my tongue out to catch his seed. I looked hungrily up into his eyes.

"Oh yeah, baby! Cum all over my face! Shoot that nasty cum in my mouth!"

His body jerked and I shut up, opened wide and got ready to be fed. He lurched and his cock spat out a huge stream of cum with such force I could have been five feet away and he would have still splattered me. The first spurt hit my upper lip, splitting the cum, sending half up my face, covering my nose and forehead, and the other half into my mouth and running off my tongue. As this black man's gooey jizz inched down my face, my lips closed over a fresh spurt that hit the back of my throat and slithered down my hungry gullet.

I swallowed what I could and barely got my mouth open for the second cumming, which splattered into my lips and cheek. Again he squirted hot thick semen, this time all of it in my gaping maw, where I let it pool as he spurted again and again, plastering my face.