House Rules 7

Arrival

"Really, I trust him more than anyone," Matt was almost insisting to his wife, Julie, concluding his long-winded explanation about meeting, befriending, sharing experiences, and the nature of today's endeavor with Adam, as they wound their way up into the canyons. Julie listened to every word, as she always did, holding onto his arms and raising her eyebrows at some of the stories. "The only thing is that sometimes he can get a little... particular about things when we're in his house. So, just be sure to do anything he says, baby," he instructed his girlfriend.

"Of course, sweets, you know I'll be polite," she sang back to him, obediently.

"I know you will," he granted her a kiss on the forehead. "Anything he asks," he repeated.

"

Anything

, baby?" Julie chuckled.

"Yes, baby," he gave her a firm pat on the inner thigh. "Be a good girl!" He laughed and then let her know again, that he's a great guy and they've been inseparable friends forever. They pulled up to the house, a beautiful new home tucked away, neighbors invisible because of the vegetation and terrain.

Julie was in awe at the home being it was her first time. Adam greeted them and Julie laughed at how similar they acted, and even looked. He was warm and polite, speaking to her as if they had known each other for years. It made her comfortable and relaxed, and she readily accepted the offer for a tour. Two of Adam's friends were in the foyer, who were introduced and new to the home as well. Matt saw a few of his friends in the kitchen so he walked in, and granted Julie permission to go on the tour, considering he had been there many times. "Be good, sweets," he said under his breath, brandishing a finger at her. He had love and mischief in his eyes, a commanding, yet loving tone in his voice, and a calmness in his posture.

"Come now," Adam said, extending his elbow for Julie to hold, as if she were royalty on the grounds of a Duke. Matt and Julie laughed knowing it was his type of humor, and they were led away through the long and concealed hallways.

In awe of the home and letting out a sustained "wow" at every room and fixture, Julie admitted, "no wonder he was so particular about the rules."

"How do you mean?" Adam asked, curious at Julie's observation.

"Oh, sweets- I mean, Matt told me to just be a good guest."

Adam laughed, "he does know I enjoy my home in a particular fashion. My guests as well," he said, eyes to the side at Julie, a smile flashing across his friendly face.

"Am I dressed well?" Julie asked, concerned if she were in the right attire.

Another laugh escaped from the three before Adam let her know what he meant. "No, not your clothes, I meant abiding by the 'house rules'," he exaggerated the last two words as they came to another empty living room with a bar at the back.

"Have I been so far?" again, Julie was concerned she did something wrong. The two men behind her walked in, gazing around, taking in the beautiful room.

"Yes! So far, so good. You're a wonderful guest," he patted her arm comfortingly.

"So, what

are

the rules?" she smiled, just continuing the small talk.

"Regular stuff, ya know? Shoes off when you come inside, try to use coasters, that kind of thing." Julie smiled at him, nodding. "That, and anyone's wife that I like has to suck my cock." He so nonchalantly said it that Julie cackled at what she thought was a joke, covering her mouth from how abrupt it was.

"Sorry, sorry," she laughed. Her laugh turned to a smile as she looked at Adam, who laughed, but much more quietly and with a different tone as he still looked at her. Julie felt something flutter in her stomach as he maintained eye contact with her. She still smiled and cocked her head, curious. "Oh, so I've got to suck your cock now?" she laughed again looking at the two guys who also laughed, but in the tone that Adam did.

"Sure, now works!" he said loudly, playfully. Julie was laughing further as he continued the joke, and covered her mouth to cackle when he undid his belt, looking at his two friends then to Julie.

"Well, I gotta be a good guest! Hey, how about them? Should I blow them, too?!" she pointed her thumbs at the friends, smiling goofily. "You heard him, boys, whip 'em out!" she acted like it was a standup routine, clapping her hands together and looking at them. "Oh, wait, hold on. Hey, sweets! I gotta blow your friends real quick! I'll be back in a bit!" she cupped her mouth to the side as she pretended to yell into the other room before she slapped her thighs and bent over laughing as the two friends stood to her sides.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind!" The belt dropped to the floor, and the laughter coming from Julie slowed as he started to undo his buttons on his shirt. The two friends came closer, taking off their belts as well.

"Wow, it's coming

all

off!" she laughed again, this time with a hint of nervousness, slowing her bellows of laughter. Adam finished unbuttoning his shirt and Julie's eyes darted down his torso at the rippling cascade of lean muscle. "Oh, wow," she said, nervousness darting up her spine. Her mouth hung open as one of the two guys pulled his t-shirt off, an incredibly beautiful, jacked guy standing next to her. She felt a heat surge through her torso and in her groin. "Wait, what-" she was confused.

"Didn't you say Matt told you?" Adam asked, genuinely concerned about Julie's comfort.

"Yeah- wait, yeah, he said be a good guest?" she questioned, stuttering uncontrollable. The three men were now shirtless, or had unbuttoned shirts, and one was sliding his athleisure slacks down. His giant, powerful legs reminded her of a professional soccer player's. She couldn't stop her eyes from widening once she looked at the incredible bulge in his briefs. It was so large that his package hung past the legs of the briefs, his penis perfectly outlined in the tight underwear. "Wait, wait," she put her hands up but couldn't look away.

"What did he say, exactly?" Again, there was concern and Adam had stopped undressing.

"He- uh- he said to... Um-" she was pausing and couldn't get the words out, but when all three stopped, she could muster, "he said do anything you say!"

Adam smiled again, relaxing, letting out a sigh. "Oh, okay, good. He's such a great guy." He reached behind Julie's head and held the base of it, as well as the back of her neck. She almost melted with powerlessness as she felt his grasp. He was unnervingly strong, but gentle, letting her know he was completely in control of her. "I thought he told you to suck my cock, specifically." When Julie saw him relax, he did as well, but the sexual energy in the air was stifling. Julie felt herself wet in the crowd of the three, Adam's hand on her neck, and the view of the men. "I intend to do

far

more than that," he said, an evil turning his voice deep and black. His eyes were still kind, but suddenly terrifying. Julie's mouth hung open, she could barely breathe because of the fear, and she looked back and forth between his eyes. She noticed the three men now grabbing themselves, rubbing their crotches over their pants.

"What?!" Julie whispered hoarsely, all she could get out. "Wait, wait, hold on-" the fear welled inside her, spinning her head, she looked at the door, and wondered where Matt even went. She was incredibly nervous to be caught, and worried about what these men would do to her. What had she agreed to? She thought she was just being polite, being a

good guest

! What the fuck kind of

house rules

was it to fuck your best friend's wife?

"Matt told you 'anything', right?" Adam asked again.

"Yeah! Yeah, anything, like take my shoes off, not let his best friends

fuck

me!"

"But he used that word?"

"Yeah, but- oh, my god, come

on

! What kind of rule is that?" The men rubbed themselves even more, she fiercely looked around and saw the way they came in was the only way in. They approached slowly, backing her into the corner of a massive structural column in the middle of the quiet room.

"Rules are rules," Adam said, as if it were out of his control. It was then that Julie was starting to understand that maybe Matt was in on it. Her mind flashed back to when he repeated 'anything,' and she was horrified. She thought of how he said to 'behave' and 'be a good guest' and the shock was turning into excitement. It was her lifelong dream to get gangbanged, but she always thought her husband would be there. She had always been so loyal, she wouldn't throw it away now. Adam told her how he knew Matt their whole lives, they had shared so much together. They were best friends and trusted each other no matter what. "Most importantly," Adam said, drawing down his heather gray shorts, "we promised each other we'd share

everything

."

"Holy

shit

," Julie gasped audibly as she looked down. Her mouth hung wide open, and her eyes couldn't get any wider. She was unashamedly staring at what she was having trouble understanding: the size of her forearm and the width of her bicep, what

appeared

to be the most massive cock she had ever seen was tucked in his briefs, the head reaching all the way to his hip bone. He was so massive and erect that the tight underwear revealed the seam of his head and the veins in his erection. Her eyes went down further, his tennis ball-sized testicles low on his thigh, lifting up the edge of his brief leg opening.

Julie felt her pussy instantly get wet. At the sight of his cock, her mind started to play games on her. She was now running through all of her conversations with her husband, picking out all of the justifications for what the men wanted. He did say 'anything', she thought. He did

specifically

tell her to do everything that her host wanted; who was she to deny that? She knew her husband loved her, and more importantly, she loved him. His friend was incredibly kind, looked kind of just like her husband, and was

really

fucking hot. However, her conscience reigned her in, and she protested. "Wait, stop, please, my husband's in the other room-"

Three

Adam lowered her to her knees by the back of her head. The other two closed in. She could feel the heat from them as they surrounded her. She reached out to push them away and it was sturdier than the column behind her when she felt their thigh. Adam pushed his hips forward, dropped his briefs, and swung out the fattest dick she's ever seen. He stood within a foot of her, so the tip dropped and landed on her forehead. She crossed her eyes and let out an "oh, fuck". His absolutely giant balls dangled in front of her face and made her mouth water almost as wet as her pussy got. She was still mortified, waiting for her husband to walk in the door, hesitant, but so obviously turned on. When she thought she couldn't take any more, the two friends accompanying him swung out their fat cocks as well, equally as terrifyingly large. "Jesus," she said, which made all three of them laugh.

Adam leaned back to allow his cock off her face, bobbing it in front of her mouth, open from surprise. He pushed it forward slowly, Julie backing up but stopped when she felt the hands hold her head.

"Wait, wait, wait," she said over and over, squealing, "no, please stop! My husband-" she was silenced by Adam's thick cock filling her lips. She widened her mouth more as he forced it in. Her eyes widened then winced, struggling to take him anymore past the tip. He slid it in, making her take it all, his hand as well as two others holding her steady.

"Oh, that's it. Fuck!" he said as he slid it in, straining her jaw. "Matt always said you sucked- such... good... dick..." with each of the words he jerked his hips forward, pushing in further and further. He hit the back of her throat before he was even halfway in, the men getting harder and harder. The two to her sides jerked off as they watched her take it before taking her hands and making them stroke their massive cocks. She couldn't even get her fingers around them from how thick they were.

She was able to pull back suddenly, releasing his wet cock, a thin line of drool running from tip to her lip. "Please, stop, my husband is here, Matt is here, you can't-" the man to her side was more aggressive. He turned her head with both hands and rammed his cock into her mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," he laughed, driving his cock inside her mouth. "You said you wanted to suck our cocks," he was railing her so hard that her hair swung. She was embarrassed and guilty, but so viciously turned on. 'Harder,' she thought to herself, and as if he heard her thoughts, he swung his hips harder, two more hands holding her head, a chorus of laughter echoing around her. His cock slid in from being loosened by Adam. "Suck my fucking cock, you stupid little bitch," he said, and when he reached a certain depth, it made her eyes wince and tear up. She gagged abruptly, jerking her whole body forward, and spitting out his cock. This time, a thick, white mess of drool fell out of her mouth onto her chest, covered her dress, and dropping onto her exposed thighs. Coughing and choking, she begged.

"Please, stop! Your cock is too big, I can't take it. It's so fat and hard and thick and long..." as she tried to ask for mercy, she saw it only turned them on. The men were becoming increasingly predatory, eyeing her like a piece of meat, fully intending on using her. They all stroked their cocks as they looked at her, letting her know she was undeniably pretty. She was horrified as she realized her struggling only excited them more, and contemplated running. She looked at the door and was met by a slap to the side of the face and head. Her ears rang, her vision blurred, and her eyes watered. She yelped and looked up at Adam, the perpetrator of the attack.

"

Shut

the fuck up and be a good guest," he said. Julie realized he hadn't stopped jerking off as he hit her. She looked around and eyed their dangling balls in front of her face. When the third man noticed, he put a leg up on the ledge behind her and leaned in, dropping his heavy, hot balls against her cheek. "You know the rules." Adam said as his friend teabagged her.

She looked up at the guy rubbing his balls on her face, pushing around the drool that had accumulated her chin. The man behind her pushed her face in and forced her to suck on his balls. She was degraded, but she felt powerful watching him bite his lip and throw his head back with pleasure.

"Oh, that's right!" Adam exclaimed, excitedly. "She

loves

sucking balls. Don't you, you little whore?" He teased her knowing she couldn't answer because her friend forced his testicles deeper into her mouth. The man to the other side joined in, pushing forward so he could drag his sack across her face as she licked their friend's. Adam jerked off feverishly, swinging his balls as well. Julie couldn't believe it when he, too, joined in. She loved feeling so powerless, and so desired that these men wanted to treat her like this. The guilt was unbelievable. Her husband was somewhere in the home, and here she was, being dominated by three powerful men. She had never had such a swollen, drenched pussy as she did then and there. Slowly, her mind was turning her to submissively appreciate what they were doing to her. Her brain started to fold as she realized how powerless she was. Once the men sensed it, they let loose.

They took a more powerful stance, closing the distance between them. They passed her face around, using her mouth like a fuck sleeve. They took turns shoving their cocks inside, balls deep this time. They didn't stop despite her pleading and begging, gagging, choking, spitting, and ultimately crying. She couldn't take all of them at all, shit, she couldn't even take

one

from how big they were. Yet the three relentless friends were all abusively aggressive, dominating her each on their own, slapping her with their cocks when they couldn't have their turn yet. They forced her mouth on their balls, dragging them up and down on her face, until eventually they pushed her even lower still.

"That's it, you little slut. Take it all." Adam scolded her, reaching down to slap her any time she didn't take all of one of their cocks in her throat. The tears welled and dropped down her face, running over her round cheeks, dropping onto her dress. She was gagging violently until she started to sweat. It turned the men on more, leading them each to reach down and slap her hard, calling her names and telling her to take it like a good little girl. Eventually, one of the men grabbed Julie by the back of the hair and pushed her face underneath his balls so she was forced to lick his taint. She winced and let his huge balls sag on her face while she obediently licked the man's taint. Once he leaned forward, pushing her face further back and letting out a moan of pleasure when she obediently ate his ass. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, pushing her head in harder, suffocating her in his strong glutes. "Oh, you're

such

," he pulled her out by the hair and slapped her across the face, "a

fucking

" another "

whore!"

a third, before shoving her back in to lick his balls and eat his asshole. The other guys jerked off, waited their turns, and then made her do the same.

On her knees she remained, her hair pulled, her face slapped. She could do nothing to resist - they were simply too strong and too sexually excited. They would tease her, laugh at her, and call her names. She sucked their cocks feverishly, drooled all over herself, and sucked their balls as hard as she could. She would drag her tongue across their taints, eat their asses, and do everything they demanded of her. She was so embarrassed, mortifyingly guilty, and incredibly turned on. It was only when she heard footsteps in the hallway that she breathed a sigh of relief - through her nose of course, given that she was once again choking on Adam's huge cock.

Four

When Julie was let go, she fell to all fours. She looked down at her dress and saw that it was soaked, with thick, white drool and tears. Her sweat mixed with it as well as the tears, and she sucked in as much air as they let her. What made her curious, however, was the multiple sets of footsteps that she heard. To her joy, she looked up and saw four people coming in.

One by one, however, her smile turned into an open-mouthed fear and disappointment, with a twinge of excitement deep inside her. Four men all walked in, none of which were her lover. "Where's Matt?" she whimpered, and sniffled. The helpless, defenseless victim clearly turned on the horde of giant men. She was met with a rumble of laughter.

"We thought we'd find you in here," one jeered.

"Oh, shit, what did you do to her?" another one laughed.

"Is it as good as we heard?" another asked, causing Julie to wonder how they knew about this. Her wonder was stifled by fear and desire as she saw them stride in confidently. She looked them in the eyes first, seeing a feverish desire. There were so many now that they had a mob mentality, anonymity as they saw the wrecked female. Her hair was soaked from her spit, as well as her dress. Despite her best efforts to resist, she looked at their bodies, gazing at the muscular frames coming at her. Her eyes dropped further and she felt weak seeing the outlines of erect cocks in tight, light-gray cotton shorts. Her lower lip trembled as she held back more helpless tears.

"What's she doing with that dress on?" a guy asked, open-palm pointing at her on the ground, almost disappointed.

"We've been so buddy skull fucking this stupid bitch," Adam reached down and slapped her again, causing her to wince, "that we didn't even notice." The men laughed. "But, you raise a good point-" he reached down and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up without trying.