“There you go,” Brenda said to the mustache guy, “You don’t need to fuck me; you just need to fuck yourself.”
The cook smiled and excused himself.
“I had the feeling,” said my wife, “This wasn’t the first time he’d been fucking himself. He went to the sink, his pants still at his ankles, and he spent a long time washing the cum off his cock and balls. I left before he got any other ideas and pinched his ass as I passed.”
“Brenda, you are incredible.”
“Don’t you know it?”
“Now, Brenda, after that performance, you’ll be the talk of the commissary.”
I wasn’t wrong. The following day, the mustache cook brought a specially prepared plate to our table with a long sausage and two large potato balls. Before setting it down, he held it up so everyone could see it and placed it on our table before Brenda.
“It looks just like a cock and balls,” laughed Brenda, and the whole room seemed to be in on the joke as they all laughed with her.
“No charge,” said the cook.
The following day the dig continued. When we continued to wash away dirt, we found spinal vertebrae of an extinct type of pig mixed with what looked like human teeth, but porcine teeth are so similar to human teeth that until an expert examined them, we could not be sure.
Unfortunately, we had a minor mishap. The students had undermined the cliff, and we had a minor cave-in. Greta, the student digging at the time, got caught in the falling sand. Greta was a short, dark-haired grad student who always wore a head scarf to cover her hair. The other students quickly pulled her out by her feet. Although shaken up, she returned to work that same afternoon.
“Let’s halt our dig for the rest of the day,” I ordered; I felt the digging had become too frantic, and a few hours off might give me time to review safety practices the following morning.
Freed for the afternoon, I stripped and wandered into the nudist camp, looking for my wife. Two burly guards recognized me and made some comment I didn’t understand, pointing at a large circular tent newly erected on the campsite. I parted the entry curtains, and inside I could smell the aromatic smoke of burning essence, perhaps hash or something else. I was distracted momentarily by the pungent smell. When my eyes focused, I could see a very familiar woman with her legs pulled back frog-like on a cot and the grunting sound of a small man standing over her plowing her vagina like a tiger. My penis readied itself for action.
The man’s buttocks were nude, and as I approached, he must have sensed my presence. He reached out and grabbed my erection; I admit the erotic nature of the scene, this guy’s naked ass in my face as he was fucking my wife, had juiced me up. My blood began to boil, and my dick was rock hard. As he pulled me towards his bare ass, I realized he wanted me to fuck him.
I rarely find men’s asses very interesting, but the scene of him fucking my wife enthused me. I must admit his slender muscled ass was attractive, and I figured if he was fucking my wife, I had every right to butt fuck him. As he pulled me closer, I could smell his sweat and watch him twisting Brenda’s nipples and finger fucking her while his small dick was in her pussy. I didn’t resist when he pulled me closer, and with his ass so close to my dick, I said to myself,
“Fuck it,” and I shoved my straight cock, all nine inches, into his ass hole in one massive thrust.
He wasn’t expecting such a big cock, and he caved in, falling on top of Brenda’s tits and legs. I grappled with holding him up with his hips in place. I hadn’t had sex in a week, so I just rode the son of a bitch, figuring this was some form of payback.
It must have been painful for the little guy who whimpered like a little girl, but I ignored his crybaby act and fucked him even harder. I felt entitled to my pleasure.
Finally, his sphincter relaxed, and it was easier going for him. He muttered something in Russian, but I paid no attention and kept blasting his tight hole with hard penetrating cock shots; finally feeling ready to cum, I pulled almost out with that familiar throbbing feeling in my balls; I zinged a fast entry getting every bit of my dick even deeper into his ass. He moaned and yelped and began to cry, but I think they were tears of joy as the impetus of my big cock against his prostate made him cum with fury inside my wife.
During my intervention, Brenda had tired of his penis in her cooch and maneuvered his dick back into her butt hole. It was ‘cream di mint’ inside her ass when he came.
“Oh yes, you fucker”, she said, “Oil up my butt, you Russian fucker.”
At the same time, I flooded his ass hole and continued reaming him. My cum shot piston-like into his tight ass, and as I began to pull out of his ass, he must have clenched down and expelled a squirt of cum all over my pubic hair.
The little guy freed himself from the tangle of limbs and turned to see who was fucking him. That was when I saw the familiar face of the dictator president of the Soviet Republic. Fearing my anal adventure might cause my execution, I stood back quietly, his cum dripping off my belly. Then he turned and looked at me with the eyes of an assassin and spoke English with a thick Russian accent.
“Ya, you fuck me good; come back tomorrow and bring the whore with you; we do this again. ”
He handed me a half-filled bottle of Polish vodka, saying,
“Dis is the good stuff.” he fell forward and continued to suck on Brenda’s big tit. Then he made his little joke,
“I wasn’t breastfed as an infant, so I trying to make up for it.”
We all chuckled.
After leaving the dictator’s tent, Brenda and I returned to our camper with relief at still being alive.
“How did you end up in the big tent,” I asked.
“Two soldiers came for me, grabbed me by the arms, and escorted me to the tent, saying,
“Famous man want the prettiest girl in camp. You go make him happy.”
“I didn’t know what to expect, but I thought it best not to argue. The little guy seemed very happy when he saw me and handed me a glass of vodka.
“You Californa girl,” he said, “I want to fuck you.”
“I figured if he was so important, I better be agreeable, and when he pulled down his shorts, I saw he had a tiny penis. I just thought he couldn’t do much harm with that pale bean shooter.”
“So you didn’t recognize who he was?”
“He was just some older little guy with his pubes shaved, so I figured it was a mercy fuck and let him proceed. Whoever he was, he was certainly vigorous with his equipment. ”
We packed quickly, taking the dig’s finding of blue beads and jaw and bone fragments, leaving the site for future completion once the Ukrainian hostilities have ceased. I didn’t tell Brenda who was fucking her until we left Moldova.
My taste of Vladimir’s hole-in-one was the best male butt fuck in years, but knowing how mercurial this dictator is, I thought it best to leave as quickly as possible and not temp fate by returning to his tent the next day. Oh yes, before we left him, as he turned and fell forward, I snapped an I-phone video of his leaky butt with my erection in the foreground. And there he is at the top of the photo, sucking on my wife’s big tit.
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