Icky Vicky Roberts

Now, Victor was feeling fingers probing, thrusting into his rectum. It was an odd feeling, it was a pleasurable feeling. There was some discomfort, even slight twinges of pain, but this seemed to add to the pleasure.

And there was a hard cock, thrusting into Victor’s mouth. He remembered to waggle his tongue around the mushroom shaped head. He could taste Stephen’s flesh, could taste the slight tinge of sweat, could taste Stephen’s essences that oozed from the tip of Stephen’s cock.

Victor tickled around the swelling member and took his left hand from the chair’s back. He gripped the fat meat and stroked it as he sucked more and more of it into his mouth.

“Erk! Ugh! God damn it!” Victor screamed as Harold’s cock pressed against his greasy rectum.

The pleasure that had been building in his rectum was replaced with a sudden jolt of pain, a burning sensation as Harold’s thick cock forced into Victor’s anus. He could feel the blunt head pushing past his resisting anus. He groaned as the blunt head of Harold’s cock pushed past his straining sphincter.

“Ugh! Aw shit!” Victor cried out as he could feel Harold’s fat meat pushing past his anus, his sphincter.