Home from Iraq (closed to the Yank & myself)

[Blue_shoes1980]

OOC:
Rebecca and Michael have been married for a little over a year, and he has been in Iraq most of that time. Now, he's coming home, and she has agreed to accomodate him, by playing out some of the lusty desires he's expressed to her, in his emails of the last year. They're pretty daring, but she's so horny after all this time, she'll do whatever he asks of her.

The story begins as she prepares to meet him at the airport.....

 

[theYank]

I prepare

I wanted to make his night back perfect. I stared at my body in the mirror as I got dressed to meet him at the airport. I had on red lacy lingerie with a plunging neckline that laced together, from the waist to the chest, with tiny bows that had to be individually released. I wanted to make him wait for his prize. The garter and fishnets accented my long thin legs; legs that were firmly arched by my high heels. I looked slutty, but not trashy. I wanted to be the perfect slut for his perfect night back from Iraq. My cunt was cleanly trimmed and I had worked out for two hours a day for the last three months to make sure my stomach was toned, my legs were firm, and my body would have the stamina for a full night of lust. Now it was almost here. In just an hour, his plane would arrive. I slipped on my favorite slinky red dress and gave my neck a last sprits of perfume, my lips another deep coat of ruby lipstick -- the perfect blow-job lips. I planned to use them the minute we got into the cab to ride home. I wanted him drained first off, so he could hold out for the show I wanted to
give him before we had sex, his first time back. I wanted to fulfill his every fantasy, the ones he wrote about in his emails while he was deployed. The strip tease, the bj, the cumshot to the face, the rough and slutty ass-fucking in the shower. I wanted to give everything to him. He was my husband. I was his wife. It was the least I could do, since we haven't seen each other in a year. I wanted to be his slut... And I knew what he wanted... I had printed up a "Menu" of the things he had in mind -- with prices attached, so I could earn a little money along the way and he could truly fuck me any way he wanted. * * *

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Slipping the “menu” into my purse, I called a cab, and sat down to wait. My mind raced as my body tingled, and I was already wet, thinking about tonight, and the next few days. There were so many things to do, and such a short time before he redeployed. I vowed to fill every waking minute with pleasure. Whatever he wanted, I would do, and when he left again, I would go back to being the kind of wife he could be proud of; or at least, make him think I was. For today, though…

As the cab arrived, I smiled, thinking of the show the next cabbie would undoubtedly get; my head, bobbing over my husband’s stiff cock, the sounds of slurping wet sex, and his groan as he emptied his balls into my mouth. Opening the back door, I glanced at the driver. He was young and attractive; not at all what I had imagined. I gave him a second look, and he smiled seductively as he flipped the meter down.

“Where to, beautiful?”

I started to get in the back, then changed my mind. I was already in slut mode. Shutting the rear door and sliding into the front seat with my dress riding high on my legs, I told him to take me to the airport. He asked me if I was in a hurry, no doubt wondering if I wanted to act as slutty as I looked, and I looked him in the eye as I separated my thighs another inch.

“My husband’s coming home from Iraq today,” I said in a breathy voice. “What do you think?” I leaned against the passenger door, letting my legs fall apart, watching his gaze travel to my crotch.

“Would you wait for us at the airport?” I asked, in a sexy voice. He flipped the meter back up.

“The ride’s on me,” he said, glancing again at my crotch.

I muttered half under my breath, “I wish…”

He attempted small talk on the ride there, but I had my mind on other things, so I let him look up my legs while I got wetter, thinking about my first night with Michael. I couldn’t wait to get him home, and begin checking things off his “menu.” I must have been moving my hips, because suddenly I was aware of the cabbie staring at me.

I blushed, and told him I was nervous. “He’s been gone a year,” I explained, and the driver whistled.

“You must be awfully…pent-up,” he said, smiling. I could see that his slacks were tented, and I knew he was hard, looking at me. I spread my legs even wider and took a deep breath.

“You can’t even imagine,” I said.

We pulled up to the airport terminal, and as he stopped, my driver turned to me again. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a card and handed it to me. It was a business card, and had his name and three phone numbers below the company name.

“Well, call that number on the bottom if you get lonely again,” he said softly. “Maybe I can help.”

I looked him squarely in the eye. “Definitely,” I said. Then, slowly, I slid the card into my cleavage and smiled. His eyes followed it until it disappeared.

“Wait for me?”

He smiled and said, “As long as it takes.”

 

[theYank]

The ride home

I licked my lips to pull him along and get him thinking about what could be when my husband redeploys... I love my husband, but I'm not going to pass up a rock hard dick when he's gone again. What he doesn't know won't kill him. I could play the loving slut wife while he is home and the true whore while he is gone and he would be none the wiser.
But that would have to wait for another day. I had a husband to fuck.
I stepped out of the cab and made sure my legs spread wide enough to hike up my thighs in the process. I walked to the baggage claim without turning around to see if the cabbie was watching my firm ass fight against my dress as I walked into the airport. I found the right belt and waited for my man. It took just a few minutes when I saw me walk up the escalator. I slinked to him without him noticing and hugged him around the neck. The game was on.
"Rebecca couldn't make it to great you, so she sent me," I said, in my best raspy whore voice. "Call me Stephani."
I thought the name shift would give him enough of a hint of things to come. He might not want to do thinks to his wife that he would like to do with a whore. So I had a role to play.
"She sent me to make sure you were WELLLLL taken care of," I whispered into his ear and I palmed his crotch. "Well taken care of."
I then handed Mike the sex menu and envelop of cash -- $1,500 -- he would be handing me bill by bill as the night progressed. His eyes widened as he began to remember the emails he had sent.
"Oh my," I'm going to enjoy this I think."
He hugged me again, making sure to cup my ass before releasing and walking to the door.
"I have a cab waiting," I said.
"Oh, a cab," he said.
He put his bag in the trunk and got in the back seat. I followed, making sure to give the cabbie a wink as I closed the door.
My hand was on Mike's cock before the car pulled from the curb and his zipper was open by the time we hit the freeway.
Mike's breath quickened. He knew what was to come. Him. He caressed my chest and felt them harden with anticipation. The musk of my thighs was started to fill the back seat.
My tongue rounded my lips slowly so they were as wet as I could make them as I arched over Mike's lap to take in his cock.
I started slowly and allowed my lips to crawl down his cock in the silence of the car ride, knowing the cabbie was watching.
I felt Mike tense and then relax as his head leaned back to enjoy the moment.
I have always been good at sucking dick... that's why he married me. I lost a bet when we were in college and I had to blow him -- sorority rules. But that is another story for another time.
Here I was inching down is cock to take it all in. I took it all. A good slut always does.
Once I hit his pelvic bone, I began to bob violently up and down his shaft. Men want a rough cock sucker. They might not admit it, but sucking cock is not a romantic endeavor. And this wasn't romantic. It wasn't supposed to be. I bobbed and pounded as he panted from the abuse. Up and down, up and down. I made all the best slutty slurp sounds guys like and stroked his cock with my hand to heighten the experience. It was enough to send him over. His back arched and thrust deep into my energetic mouth. His load shot passed my tongue and filled my mouth as I continued to piston against his cock. It dripped from my mouth and onto my chin since I couldn't swallow his cum and breath fast enough to keep up with the flood of jizz flowing from him.
He was silent, except for his panting.
"That will be $100," I said, reaching out my hand.
He pulled out a bill without looking at the envelop. We arrived at the house minutes later. We walked to the door without saying a word, I waved at the cabbie as he pulled away.
I noticed Janice's car was parked across the street. She was set for our session later -- right as we had planned, but I had to go a few rounds with him first, before he was going to even have a chance to hand her any money the way he did me. I lead him up the stairs by the hand like he was a lost puppy.
"So I imagine you want to take a shower after that long plane ride," I said.
"Yeah," Mike said.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

While he showered, I set out some of the things we’d need later. First, the candles, Gotta have candles, I thought. Some towels, conveniently placed by the side of the bed, seemed essential. I checked the drawer of the bedside table; the Sta-Hard cream was there, as well as the all-important Anal-lube. I smiled to myself as I imagined what the next few days were going to hold.

“Janice, I hope you know what you’re getting into,” I said under my breath.

She did, of course; and she was up for almost anything, she’d assured me. She and I had talked quite a bit about this. I’d shared all of Mike’s emails with her, and we had pleasured each other more than once after sharing his lusty fantasies, with her donning her trusty strap-on one time, myself the next. Mike had big shoes to fill, in that regard, but I had no doubt he could handle the task.

I could still taste him in the corners of my mouth as I slipped into the bathroom. Mike was taking a cold shower, which didn’t surprise me. I could see through the opaque glass of the door that he was hard again, and he was soaping it thoroughly. I smiled. I had also set aside enough Viagra so that, even if he wasn’t 23 years old, he’d have no problem ‘keeping it up’ for me and my neighbor. I planned to feed him pills with every meal!

“Honey,” I called. “Want me to help with that?” I slid the door open as he turned, and I bit my lower lip as I watched his hand work the stiff muscle lovingly.

“Sure,” he said, smiling. “After all, you’re the one who got it all worked up, in the first place…..Stephanie.”

Mike had used my ‘slut name.’ Good. I’d used that name before, when I got the itch really bad, and his emails had gotten me so horny I had so seek satisfaction with whatever lucky man I chanced upon. Funny, I thought, how his own words had sent me into another’s arms.

For now, though, these arms were grabbing me, pulling me into the shower, lacy dress and all.

"Mike!" I squealed. "You'll ruin my outfit!" The water was already soaking through the sheer material, and my nipples hardened instantly under the cold onslaught of the water.

He laughed. "That's okay," he said as he ran his hands down my waist to my ass. "I'll buy you another one just like it. Right now, I want to wash it right off your sexy body!" He pulled me forward under the faucet, kissing me, and suddenly I didn't feel so cold anymore.

I kicked my shoes off, knowing I didn't stand a chance of staying upright with those on. Not that I wanted to.....

Mike quickly turned me around, and yanked upward on my skirt, revealing my red satin thong. One swipe, and it was off me, the strings on either hip broken like my promise of wearing this outfit to bed. I laughed deliriously.

"Oh, Mike," I groaned. "I've been thinking of this for such a long time."

He growled softly, putting his lips to my ear as he leaned into me, and said, "I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house, so I can remember it when I get back to Iraq." I could feel his hard cock against my ass, and I squirmed.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. Then I felt him at my pussy.

He entered me in one smooth motion, my cunt already slick with my own juices, and I felt his pubic hair against my ass as he pulled me back onto him. I groaned as he ground into me.

"Fuck, Mike. You feel so good....."

 

[theYank]

the shower

I braced myself against the wall of the shower by leaning forward and resting my head on my crossed hands as he attacked me from behind. I spread my legs to keep my balance as the warm water hit my back and cascaded down my face before streaming between my tits before soaking what little of the dress I had been able to keep on.
He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hand and he drove his cock into my pussy, spanking my ass after every few strokes to keep pace with his thrusts. My body darted forward with each pounding of his cock deep into me. He went faster and faster and deeper and deeper as he alternated between long and slow strokes along the whole run of his shaft to quick rabbit fucks into my snatch.
He was an animal and I was the prey.
"Take it, whore," he said. "I want my money's worth."
He then withdrew his cock and slammed into my ass without warning or preparation. The pain mixed with our passion as he pistoned his cock into my ass. I grunted and concentrated on breathing as his assault turned more rough and intense. He was large and felt like he was tearing my ass, but the excitement of the moment made it worth the discomfort.
"Yeah, baby," he said. " Take it in that sweet, tight ass."
He pulled all the way out and slammed his cock back into me up to the hilt time again and again as his passion continued, sometimes plunging into my ass something thrusting into my cunt. The mystery of not knowing which of my holes would take his pleasure built the intensity of the fuck and made me scream in passion.
"Fuck me," I echoed through the bathroom, knowing that Janice likely heard my pleasure. "Give it to me, cum in my ass. Fuck me. Make me earn your money. I'm a slut who needs the money. Cum inside me and then shoot it on my face."
"Yeah," he said as I felt his cock tense inside my ass, releasing a first shot of jizz between my cheeks.
I quickly spun around and dropped to my knees in time to meet the last of his cum shooting onto my face and tits. I smeared it around my face and tits, in part to spread it around like the whore he wanted me to be and also to wash it off from the cascade of water I was getting from the drops dripping from his hair and the showerhead over his shoulder. He thrust his cock against my face and slapped it against my cheek as it grew shorter.
He panted as I caressed and kissed his cock to sleep.
"That'll be $200 sir," I said as I stood up.
"It's in my wallet," Mike said.
I stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom without grabbing a towel. I didn't have time to dry off. I had to change into another outfit and get the bed ready for another round. He always like my cheerleader outfit, I remember thinking. I'll wear that....
He stayed in the shower for a few minutes so he could regain his strength. I went into the bedroom to change.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

"This time, baby, I'll control things," I hummed to myself, as I busied myself getting into my high-school cheerleader outfit. It still fit, which was a good sign, and I remembered how after Mike and I had married I talked about it, and the first time I unpacked it to show it to him. He'd had an immediate hard-on, and insisted I put it on.

"I never got to screw a cheerleader before," he said, as I came out of the bathroom in all my pom-pom glory. His mouth hung open, and he fisted himself slowly as he lay on the bed, watching me. "Fuck, yeah..."

We'd had great sex, then, and a few times afterward before he left for Iraq, but he'd never gotten to experience two cheerleaders at the same time, and that was about to change. I picked up the phone and dialed Janice.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself," she said. "What the fuck are you doing over there? I could hear you at my house!" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "Did I really hear you yell 'Fuck me?'"
She laughed, then.

"I think the whole neighborhood heard you, in fact," she said.

I waited. "Are you through?" I finally asked, when she was silent for a few seconds. I heard her sigh.

"Sorry. I just want in on the fun, Rebecca."

I corrected her. "It's Stephanie today," I said, and she laughed again.

"Oh, is that your whore name?" she asked. When I informed her that it was indeed my whore name, she got a little more serious.

"Cool, then," she agreed. "Uh.....Stephanie? What's going on, now?"

I then told her that the cheerleader thing had come up, and urged her to get her own costume on as quickly as possible. "And, hurry," I added.

"Oh, come on. He can't be hard already, can he?" she asked, and I smiled before answering.

"Janice, it's been a year. Now, get over here, if you want to fuck my husband!"

I hung up, just as Mike came out of the shower, towelling off his hair. He smiled lustily when he saw me in my little skirt and stretch top, and I held up my hand.

"Just a minute, mister," I said. "I've got to put on my socks and tennis shoes, first. Then, I have something else to attend to. Why don't you finish drying off, and get on the bed, like a good little high-school boy?" I smiled sexily and winked, and his face lit up.

"Oh, okay. Sure," he agreed, moving toward the bed. I skirted his outstretched arm and picked up my shoes and socks. Then, into the living room I scooted, where I could finish dressing and meet Janice at the door.

"This should be more than he expected," I mused aloud, bending over to roll my little socks down. I wondered if I should feed him the first Viagra yet; then I wondered if he'd even stop to eat, before it was time to return to active duty!

 

[theYank]

slipping him a pill

Then I thought of an idea. I went to the kitchen and crumbled the Viagra pill and sprinkled it into a Killian's Red bottle since I figured he would like to down a quick beer while Janice and I put on our show.
Janice walked into the house without knocking. She didn't want to give away the surprise yet. She startled me in the kitchen while I doctored Mike's beer. She looked great.
Her long, slender legs seemed to rise to the ceiling. She was all leg and tits, they weren't large actually. They were just firm and perky. I could see the sharp points of her nipples through the tight letterman's sweater she had on for her cheerleader outfit. The skirt didn't cover all of her ass, so the bottom half moon peaked out from beneath the pleats. Her hair long red hair was pulled back into a pony tail and accented her long, kissable neck. The blue eye shadow and ruby red lipstick completed her outfit.
"So, how do I look, Stephanie?" she said, slinging a dufflebag of toys over her shoulder. "Would you fuck me?"
I gave her the head-to-toe once over and licked my lips.
"I will," she said.
"Dan comes home in a few months so you own me, for when he comes back," She said, stroking her ass with one hand and pretending to realign her jaw with the other. "He fucked me raw the last time. I couldn't sit for four days and I had to drink my meals through a straw my jaw was so tired for sucking him off so much. My body can't handle all of that again. We went through more lube than a service station.
"It's a deal," I said, walking up the stairs.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Janice swatted playfully at my ass just before I walked into the bedroom, then she waited just outside the door. Mike was sitting up in bed, looking really sexy with his wet hair all mussed up, and the outline of his big cock laying just beneath the sheet.

“Here, baby,” I said, handing him his beer. I kneeled on the edge of the bed, wanting so badly to slide my hand beneath the sheet and capture him, but I waited, thinking of what would happen next. I watched him take a big swig, then announced, “I brought you some dessert, too.”

The look on his face when Janice walked in was priceless! It began as a look of shock, then quickly turned to a huge grin as he looked from one of us to the other, each dressed as cheerleaders. Janice came over to me and slid her arms around my waist, then kissed me long and deep, just for effect.

“Mmmmmmm,” she told Mike, looking over her shoulder at him and licking her lips. “She tastes like she’s been sucking some cock. Is that what cheerleaders do these days?”

I looked over at Mike and smiled. His dick was already growing, raising the sheet with it. I could see him appraising Janice’s body, and it was obvious he liked what he saw. Sliding one hand over and around one of Janice’s big boobs, I said, “Looks like she’s on to us, honey. Now what are we going to do?”

Mike grinned, no doubt imagining all sorts of scenarios involving the two of us. Then he looked sternly at me, as if he were suddenly angry.

“Rebec…I mean, Stephanie,” he said. “I’m a little distressed. Here, you’ve brought a cheerleader in from another school, and I don’t even know if you two can get along.”

He looked at me, anticipation in his eyes; then he said softly, “Can you get along?”

My answer was to pull Janice to me and kiss her again, this time sliding my hands from the middle of her back to the cheeks of her ass. I flipped the little skirt up, letting Mike see that she wore no panties, and hooked one finger toward her asshole. I pressed it against the little puckered button, turning her so he could see clearly. Janice spread her legs, moaning loudly.

“Oh, yeah,” she purred, working her ass against my finger. “Stick it in me, hon. Open me up.”

I looked over her shoulder at Mike, and his eyes were glued to Janice’s butt. His hand, however, was working over his erection, stroking it slowly. I dug my finger in to the first knuckle when I felt her relax her sphincter, and she moaned again. Mike’s eyes met mine.

“On the bed,” he panted, fisting himself more vigorously. “I want to see it up close.”

Janice heard, and turned to climb onto the bed, lying crossways across Mike. She turned to him.

“Hi, Mike,” she said nonchalantly. “I’m Janice. I moved here after my husband left for Sarajevo. Thanks for letting me play along with you kids.”

She spread her legs widely as I moved between them. Mike opened the drawer on the bedside table long enough to hand me the tube of Anal-lube, and as I slathered her little hole with the lube, she worked on getting the sheet off Mike’s hard-on.

Once he was uncovered, she spun her body around to take him into her mouth, affording him a closer look at my finger, as it slipped in and out of her asshole. I heard her moan around his cock, and I leaned over and kissed him. Janice swung her leg over his chest so she could straddle him.

“Let me do that,” Mike offered, and took over the task of widening her hole with two slickened fingers.

Soon, she was ready for him, and he pushed her hips forward until she was directly over his throbbing cock. She raised up, and he guided the head toward her gaping asshole, then let her work herself down onto him with a long groan.

Once settled, Mike slid his hands up to grasp her breasts through her letterman’s sweater, and pulled her back onto his chest, where he could thrust in and out of her ass by rocking his hips. She arched her back and threw her head around as he began to drive harder into her.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelled. “Oh, my god, Mike!”

He laughed, looking right at me as he pounded her ass with his mighty erection. I watched, until I could tell from the look in her eyes she was about to cum. They went wide, then unfocused; and suddenly he rolled her over, his cock still deep in her ass.

She shrieked in pleasure as he fucked her like a wild man, his hips slapping her ass cheeks with every thrust, until her voice disintegrated into a series of guttural growls, and she went limp beneath him. Then he turned toward me, and slowed to a stop.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

I obeyed quickly, lying next to Janice, my own ass in the air, and as he pulled from her, I handed him the Anal-lube over my shoulder.

“Fuck that,” he growled, throwing it to the floor. I gritted my teeth.

 

[theYank]

$500

I knew what to expect and I rested my head on the pillow and outstretched my arms so I could brace myself on the headboard.
He lined up his cock with the pucker of my ass and thrust forward with all the strength he could gather between his hips. I lunged forward in pain but was able to stop myself from slamming into the headboard by locking my elbows just in time. The pain ripped up my spin and I battled against the urge to buckle under the assault.
I have had lots of cock in my ass over the years, and he had already loosened me up a bit in the shower. But that was when the water gave me a little lubrication. This time I was dry and he made no effort to ease into me. I knew he liked it that way.
I grunted through my teeth with each thrust as he drove into me, rocking the bed and shaking the walls as the headboard banged and echoed through the house. It felt like my ass was burning.
He shifted from doggy style ass fucking to more of s squat and he stood up on the bed and slightly bent his legs to get even a fuller drive into my ass. He pounded all of his weight into my as I struggled to keep my ass in the air to offer it up to his assault.
Janice came to my rescue by diving three fingers into my wet pussy to give me pleasure to go along with the pain. She then wiggled her way between his legs and then slipped under hips so her face met my pussy lips. She wasted no time plunging her tongue into my snatch in the same rhythm as Mike thrust into my ass.
The feeling of being double stuffed sent me over the edge and I cried out.
"Fuck that ass and lick that cunt, Lick it, Don't you stop motherfucker," I screamed uncontrollably as my legs shook from the organism they were sending through me.
That was enough to send Mike into a twitch as well. He grunted a few times and made deep thrusts each time before pulling out of my ass in time to cum. The first cum shot cooled the back of my neck and created a line of goo on my spine. The last few trickles were just strong enough to shoot between my ass cheek and form a small river of cum between my ass and well-licked pussy.
Janice dutifully lapped up the mess as we collapsed into a pipe of panting sweat and humanity.
"That will be $500, sir," I said, keeping the hooker fantasy alive for him.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Mike laughed as he paid me. “That was definitely worth it…Stephanie,” he said. He was getting into the role-play, and he patted me on my well-fucked ass as I rolled off the bed. I grabbed Janice’s hand and pulled her with me.

“C’mon, you slut,” I teased. “We both need a shower, now…and maybe Mike might like to watch you and I play.” I glanced at Mike questioningly, and he was smiling.

“God, yes,” he said. “I’m not sure I can fuck any more; for a while, at least.”

I checked him out, and was pleased to see that he hadn’t gone completely soft, and I silently thanked the Viagra I’d slipped him. I think even he was amazed that he was still semi-hard, after everything I’d put him through! I decided he’d need another beer after our shower, with maybe another 5mg thrown in for good measure!

Janice was staring at his cock, too, and when we got into the bathroom, she pulled me to her and whispered in my ear.

“Doesn’t that husband of yours ever get tired?”

“Not with what I’m giving him,” I laughed, my hands pulling at her cheerleader top. Mike had pulled it up as he fucked her, letting her breasts hang free; now I wanted her completely naked. She had the same plans for me, and we undressed each other hastily, then got into the shower.

“The last time I got in here, I got my ass fucked,” I told Janice, and she laughed.

“Damn, girl,” she said. “You aren’t gonna be able to walk by the end of the week, if he keeps doing that! We’d better give him more options.”

I smiled lustily as I soaped her breasts. “That’s supposed to be why you’re here,” I said. I told her how much Mike liked anal sex, and warned her to be able to relax her sphincter if he did it to her again.

“There won’t always be lube,” I cautioned, and leaned in for a kiss. As our lips formed to one another’s, she pulled away momentarily to look at me.

“I don’t mind,” she said, then snickered as she pressed her tongue to my lips. I opened my mouth and we kissed, our tongues dancing together; first in my mouth, then in hers. By the time Mike came in, we were in full grope mode, our wet soapy bodies sliding against one another’s. I was getting really turned on. Janice’s body is slender like mine, and her breasts are gorgeous. I held them lovingly, my thumbs sliding back and forth over the nipples as I kissed at them, and they were getting really hard. She sighed, leaning back against the tile, and took the scrunchee out of her ponytail. Her long red hair hung below her shoulderblades, but I wasn’t looking. Her body interested me more.

“Fuck, girl,” she moaned, as I dropped one hand down her belly to stroke her clit. I then slid my hand down between her legs, slipping my middle finger upward between her lips and stroking along the wet skin inside. She spread her legs more, encouraging me.

Knowing Mike was watching us through the glass doors, I dropped to my knees and began to kiss along the line of her hipbone, finally dipping down across the top of her little auburn thatch. My finger still worked inside her pussy, and she was pushing her groin towards me, her belly undulating. She wanted my tongue on her cunt.

I’d tasted this pussy before, and she knew how much I liked to eat her out. I licked the shower water off her thighs as it cascaded down her legs, moaning softly as I moved my finger inside her. Her hands suddenly surrounded my head.

“Eat me, you slut,” she ordered, pulling my face towards her roughly. I could tell she wanted to play it up, for Mike.

“Lick that fuckin’ pussy!”

She stepped forward, standing with her legs on either side of my knees, forcing herself onto me, and began to stroke her cunt across my tongue, holding my head tightly. I heard her say, “Oh, yeah,” as I lapped at her hungrily. Slipping my finger from her pussy, I moved it to her asshole, and she relaxed her sphincter. It slipped inside easily; Mike had truly fucked her well.

Janice was really getting turned on, now. She took another step forward, bending me backwards as she hunched my face, still holding my head with both hands. She moved faster, and her voice rose in pitch.

“Yeah! That’s it…lick me right there! Oh, fuck!”

I held onto her thigh with one hand, supporting myself as I fingered her ass and lapped at her cunt. I couldn’t tell if it was the shower or not, but my tongue was being drenched with wetness as she ground herself against my mouth. Suddenly she stiffened, and I felt a new burst of fluid. I knew this was her; I had had that reaction from her before.

“Oh!” she gasped; then, “oh-oh-oh-oh-oooooohhhhh!” Her bunghole contracted around my finger, and her legs began to shake. I pushed against them, now supporting her, as she climaxed above me. It didn’t help. She slowly lowered her weight, unable to support herself on her trembling legs, and I let her push me over backwards as she sunk to her knees on the shower floor.

“Ohhhhhh, GOD!” she groaned, still cumming. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lapped hungrily at her pussy, feeling it contracting and pulsing against my tongue, and it was then that I heard the shower door opening.

Mike couldn’t stand it any longer, and I looked up to see him straddling my body, water spraying off his back. He dropped to his knees and I had a bird’s-eye view as he stuffed his stiff cock into her spasming cunt. She screamed in pleasure, and he began to stroke quickly in and out. I could feel his balls against my chin as he fucked her, and I licked at his cock as it slipped back and forth between her labia. Her voice was a series of hoarse shrieks, urging him on.

“Oh, god! Ooooooh, yeah! Fuck me, Mike…oh, fuck me like that! Yesssss!”

Mike must have been really turned-on, because it didn’t take more than a few minutes before I felt him stiffen. He pulled from Janice’s pussy, and aimed his spray of semen at my open mouth. It was a perfect shot. The first spurt landed directly on top of my tongue, and he pulled me backward then, so that I could capture him with my mouth.

It was so sweet, having his pulsing cock in my mouth, Janice’s sweet honey coating it. I sucked greedily as he pumped two more moderate spurts between my lips, then he pulled suddenly from me, gasping.

“Oh my god!” he groaned. I smiled from beneath them; we had all gotten what we wanted!

 

[theYank]

My turn: the hard way.

Janice was still trembling from her orgasm. Mike was getting soft -- as much as he was going to with the Viagra still in full force. But I wanted to cum.
"Janice, you still have work to do you little slut," I said. "I want you to tongue fuck me you little bitch now get lapping."
I laid on my back and let the steaming water blast my chest as Janice dutifully took put a crouched position between my spread legs. Mike stood up to admire the view as Janice plunged her stiff tongue deep into me -- knowing full well I didn't need to get ramped up with soft kisses and light flicks of her tongue to get me in the mood. I was well beyond that. I wanted her tongue driven into me as far and as fast as her abused mouth could managed. She did not disappoint; her energetic moans showed she meant business. Her head bobbed up and down as her hair spashed against my thighs.
"Fuck it girl, tongue fuck that pussy," I screamed uncontrollably. "Lap it, fuck it, dive into that cunt. Give Mike a good show if you want more of that stiff cock in your ass, bitch."
That cheerleading doubled her efforts and she thrusted her tongue deeper and faster into me. She then added a gyrating finger directly onto my clit to increase the pleasure. One finger became two and then three as her gyratings became a finger-fucking and tongue-lapping frenzy. Her moans became shouts of excitement.
"Take that you slut," she said, my jucies dripping from her lips. "That pussy better want more of that cock because Mike wants to share it with you too and you have money to make so that pussy better get working."
Mike was loving the show we were putting on and I was loving the fact that Janice was fucking me hard and that Mike was pleased by the sit of his wife being a good, little slut for him.
"Take that tongue," he said. "Work it, get those fingers in there. Get them fucking that cunt. I'm paying for this show and I want her fucked."
Janice did as she was told and shifted the finger fucking into a full assault onto my already-abused pussy. She was almost punching my cunt and even found herself hitting her chin in the process because her tongue didn't get out of the way fast enough. I was flailing around the shower in passion.
Three fingers became four and then I quickly found that she had managed to get her whole hand into my cunt. She was fisting me and it caused such pain mixed with pleasure that I cried out, not knowing if it was from the pain or the pleasure or both. All I know is that I didn't cry for her to stop so the pounding continued on my small frame as I moaned and screamed as it felt like she was tearing my cunt from the inside. Mike had to take action. And he did. He coaxed Janice to rotate from being between her thighs to squatting over her chest, continuing to pound into her cunt down past her wrist.
Mike took her place between my legs and inched his cock into my ass. It didn't take long for his thrusts to match the fever pitch of Janice's abuse.
I exploded in an burst of passion that forced my body into convulsions.
Those flops of my legs and torso was enough for Mike to cum deep into my ass before his cock pulled out of my ass, sending the last two pulses of cum onto my chest and Janice's arm and hair.
She eased her hand out of my cunt and shifted it to pump the rest of the cum out of Mike's cock -- sending two or three more spurts into the air, landing on my thighs and lower stomach. My trembling seemed to last forever, well after Janice and Mike left the shower and wrapped towels around them.
I was shivering in pain and pleasure as they left me in the shower to go downstairs for something to eat. That's ok, I needed time to recover. The term "well fucked" was just redefined and I needed a few minutes to catch my breath.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

When I got to the kitchen, Janice was feeding Mike grapes from the stalk, leaning over him with her towel gapped open and her breasts exposed, and laughing as he nipped at her fingers. I stood in the doorway and watched.

I wasn’t jealous; in fact, I had hoped they would hit it off on a personal level, rather than just in bed. I liked Janice, and she was as insatiable as I was, sexually. I wanted Mike to have the option, in the short time he’d be home, of one or both of us. It looked like he was ready to take it. As I watched, he snatched the towel from her and threw it onto the table behind him.

“C’mere,” he growled, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, winking at me out of the corner of her eye. I nodded at her, and went to the fridge to fix Mike another ‘special’ beer.

He didn’t pay me any attention at all as he nuzzled his face between her breasts and she giggled deliriously, so I pulled a longneck from the refrigerator, popped the top, and took a long drag from it. As I was grinding the Viagra into dust, I heard her say, “Oooh, Mike. Something feels good down there. You want me to suck it hard again?”

He just groaned, and I turned to see Janice slide to her knees between his legs and pull his towel apart. He was half-hard, and he leaned back in the chair, turning to look at me as she pushed his thighs apart and took him in her mouth.

“Is that for me?” he asked, indicating the beer and, I thought, looking somewhat guilty.

“I dunno,” I said, teasing him. “Can you do two things at once?” I nodded at Janice, who
was cupping his balls in one hand and lovingly tracing her tongue up and down the length of his cock, and he laughed.

“I can do three,” he said. “I’ve never been so horny in my life. How about you climb up on this table and let me look at that sweet pussy again?”

I laughed and handed him the beer. “Wet your whistle first, soldier,” I barked, and he downed the cold beer in one long series of gulps. Then he plunked the empty bottle on the table and burped.

“You know,” he said slowly, “in the Gulf, there are girls who can pick up one of these with their pussies.” He raised one eyebrow, and said, “I’d like to think my own little house-mouse could do it, too.”

I looked at Janice. She had her lips wrapped around Mike’s hard cock, now, sliding slowly forward and back, and I saw his hips moving. Both of them were looking at me.

“I can do that,” I said, winking, and climbed up onto a chair, then onto the table. Mike leaned back, looking up my legs to my pussy as I straddled his face, and whistled. Then he reached over to the empty beer bottle and turned it upside down, holding the neck against the tabletop, over his head.

“How about now?”

He was serious! I looked down at him, then at Janice. She was bobbing faster over his cock now, her eyes still on me, and I loved sharing her gaze. I shrugged. Slowly squatting, I positioned myself over the bottle, putting my hands on Mike’s chest for balance. I forced my cunt lips apart as they touched the cold glass.

“Ow! That’s cold,” I squealed, and both Mike and Janice laughed.

Slowly, and with considerable effort, I forced myself down over the bottom of the beer bottle. Once my lips stretched to accommodate its girth, I slid easily down over it, until it got thinner, at the neck. I had never felt so completely filled, and I sighed, my breath trembling. I tried to look at Janice, but I couldn’t keep my focus.

“Work it,” Mike urged, and I pulled myself up its length again, then slid back down. The sensations were unbelievable! After a while, Mike then began to move the bottle, tilting it one way and then the next, and when my clit slid down along the slippery side, I lost it.

“Ahhhh, god!”

My torso began to move of its own rhythm, as I worked my pussy up and down the length of the bottle, faster and faster. My orgasm built, even as it was overcoming me, and my gasps grew more and more harsh. Janice began to urge me along, her voice a series of nasty commands.

“That’s it! Work that pussy! Fuck it, honey…fuck that bottle! Yes!” She was pumping Mike’s cock energetically with one hand and staring at my cunt lips as they slid over the surface of the bottle. Her face wore a cruel sneer, and I knew Mike was getting off over her apparent delight at my sluttiness. I know I was!

“Yeah! Take it all the way in, bitch! Ride that big slick cock!”

I was so worked up, I almost screamed. Mike held the bottle firmly inside me as I dropped to my knees on the table. I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, but I couldn’t stop cumming, either. Sliding my hands down Mike’s body, I leaned over Janice and him and let him fuck me with it, while Janice seized my lips in a vicious kiss. My climax seemed unstoppable.

Finally Mike pulled the bottle from me, and as I collapsed onto his body, I felt his mouth on my pussy. That brought about another series of quaking, shuddering orgasms, and I tightened my thighs around his face as he lapped at my spasming cunt, moaning into Janice’s mouth. I peaked several more times, until at last my body could stand no more stimulation.

They held me; both of them, until I calmed down, then Mike helped me get to my feet. I was shaky, and he kissed me as he held me tightly.

“You okay?” he asked, when I could breathe normally.

I chuckled. “No,” I said, honestly. “I think I need a little nap, Mike. Why don’t you let Janice keep you company for awhile?”

I could feel his hard-on against my leg, and I knew they could use a little one-on-one time, so I pulled from him and turned to her. I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Treat him good,” I whispered. “And give me an hour or two.” She pulled me closer.

“Make it one hour,” she said, laughing. “I’m human, too!”

 

[theYank]

pipe driver

I lumbered my way to the couch, putting all my effort toward forcing my legs to keep walking since my thigh muscle ached and my cunt was bruised and worn raw from the fucking then the fisting then the bottle. My body was just plain used up by the time I collapsed onto the cushion to get a bit of rest. I hadn't felt that worn out since the football team gang banged me in high school after the state championship. Wow, my body apparently doesn't hold up to abuse like that anymore. I felt like I ran a marathon only to then have to fuck everyone along the route. I was done, so it didn't take me long to fall asleep, not caring that my ass was showing and my legs were hanging over the arm of the overstuffed cushion. I was horizontal and there wasn't a dick or a hand in my cunt or ass or mouth to keep me awake. That's all my body needed. I fell asleep as Janice and Mike giggled and relaxed in the kitchen. The last thing I remember was then eating grapes and Mike taking a few long chugs of the Viagra-laced beer. They laughed after the beer fizzed over and poured a bit on his chest and waist.
"I'll get that," Janice said, taking to her knees to wipe the floor dry with a towel only to look up at Mike's beer-splattered cock. "It seems a waste to use a towel to clean off this beer."
She then ran her tongue from the inside of his knee to his waist, pausing at his cock to lick it clean before tonguing playfully at his bellybutton as she stood up again.
All was right with the world I thought as I closed my eyes.
They must have let me sleep for hours because it was dark when I startled awake as if someone had strapped a wet battery to my tits. I went from dead to the world to wide away in a matter of seconds as I stood up in the pitch darkness of the living room.
I was aching from the tight muscles I had earned during the day, but I felt much better after the rest.
I looked around the living room and kitchen to find Janice and Mike. They were nowhere to be found. Then I felt the pounding in my chest from upstairs. It the sort of vibration you feel during an earthquake or when someone next door plays a stereo with the bass turned all the way up. I could feel their thumps before I could hear them. It was like someone was jumping up and down the hallway with boots on before they set out to move furniture. It grew to be quite a noise by the time I started up the stairs. Then it dawned on me. It must have been the sound of my husband fucking Janice that woke me up. And from the sounds of it, she was taking quite a fucking.
I walked into the bedroom to find the room in a mess. They had apparently been at since shortly after I went to sleep. There was his dress blue uniform torn and tossed into the corner when it had been pressed and in the closet when I went to sleep. There was a splat of cum and spit smeared on the full-length mirror that was laying squarely on the bed. The once-full bottle of lube Mike tossed aside to fuck my dry ass was now empty and left on our dresser.
I was amazed at the level of distruction their love making had brought to our once timid bedroom. The various senarios of what must have occurred filled my mind as I followed the trail of noises and discarded dildos to the walk-in closet on the other side of the master bathroom, which was already a mess after our three-way fuck.
There they were. They didn't notice me walk in.
Mike was standing over Janice, who was upside down with each of her legs on either side of him and were dangling from the closet railings that once held our clothes so neatly on hangers. Ropes tied them into place so she could barely touch the floor. She was resting on her shoulders and what little support she could give herself from her hands. They were handcuffed in front of her. She had a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her face. She was moaning and grunting with what little strength she had left.
Mike was an animal as he squatted down so his cock rammed into her cunt only to then pull his cock all the way out of her and drive into her ass. Back and forth he went, plunging into one hole than another. He slapped her ass with one hand and chugged his beer with another, as he plunged and stood up, plunged and stood up.
"Wow, there Mike," I said. "Take it easy on the poor girl. She has been fucked every which way. Think she needs a bit of a break?"
"I paid for a fuck and I'm going to get my fill," he said, pulling out of her ass only to flip his beer bottle over so it pours over his cunt and drips down her chest and flows down her ass and back.
He then casually jerks his cock a few times with his hand and shoots his cum down onto her before stepping out from between her legs. He just left her dangling from the closet bar and walked past me.
"I'll cut her down in a minute or two," Mike said. "I gotta get another beer."
I pulled the ball gag from Janice's mouth.
She gasped for breath and blew the sweat and beer-soaked hair from her face.
"Your husband is unstoppable," she panted. "He has fucked me every which way. I have to take a break. He's your husband. You have to finish him off, and he's just getting more horny."

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

In the kitchen, unknown to either Janice or myself, Michael was popping a capsule under his nose. He took a long snort, shaking his head and gasping as the drug entered his system.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Them fuckin’ women are tryin’ to kill me!”

Refreshed, he wiped his runny nose as he reached for another beer. The combination of the drugs, the Viagra, and the beer, was wreaking havoc on his system, but he knew he only had to get through a few more days. Then it was back to Iraq, and the young whore he kept off-base, for some really unusual fun! He swallowed another of the ginseng-laced pills he’d brought with him, and looked down his cock. It was in no danger of going limp, and it appeared to be even longer than when he’d arrived home!

“That’a boy,” he said aloud, smiling. “Now, let’s go show our pretty wife how kinky we can get!”

In the bedroom, I was on my hands and knees, kissing Janice passionately as she hung upside down. I’d tried to undo the knots, but Mike had pulled them tighter than I could manage, and all I could do was comfort her. She was shaking from the pounding he’d given her, and the blood had run to her head, giving her one hell of a headache, she told me.
Mike walked to the dresser and retrieved his desert knife, and in two quick swipes, he released her. She fell over onto me, and I tried to cushion her body. Thank god for carpeting!

“Mike,” I gasped, holding her. “Where are the keys to these handcuffs?”

He laughed, watching us. His face was different from the kid I’d married. It was that of a hunter, and I suddenly felt like prey. Then it softened, as if the old Michael had somehow returned, and he looked confused.

“Oh, they’re around here somewhere,” he muttered, and walked to the pile of rumpled clothes in the corner. He bent over, a beer in one hand, and rifled through his pockets.

I watched his naked ass, lusty again. I could see his cock, still half-hard, hanging between his muscular legs, and his hairy testicles, looking still full of cum. I couldn’t wait to have him back between my own legs, my hands on that ass, feeling his power as he drove that monster in and out of me.

“Got it!”

Janice breathed a sigh of relief in my arms, and I pulled her tightly to me as Mike released her. Then I whispered my thanks in her ear and told her to head back home for some much-needed rest. She rose, and on shaky legs, walked over to where her cheerleader outfit lay on the floor.

“Do you just have a robe?” she asked. “I don’t feel like putting this on again, just to walk across the street.” She smiled a wan smile, and I gave her my pink terrycloth robe to wear.

“Just so you know,” I teased, “you look like shit right now.”

I patted her on the ass and laughed as she turned to look at Mike, then back at me. I noticed he was standing beside the bed, smiling and watching us as he fondled his cock. She blew him a kiss and looked at me.

“Good luck, girl. You can collect for me on that one” she said, rolling her eyes as she turned to go.

Mike followed her, and shut the door as she left the room. Then he turned to me and smiled that smile again. He was once again the hunter, calculating what he needed to make his kill. I saw the gleam in his eye.

“On the bed,” he ordered, and I complied anxiously.

“Not up there,” he said. “I want your head hanging off this end.”
I turned around and scooted to the end of the bed, laying back and looking up at him. His cock looked monstrous! It was bright red, but I doubt he was feeling any pain. His pupils were pinpoints, and I wondered if he and Janice had been doing drugs while I slept.

Mike leaned over me and took my hands in his, lacing our fingers together. Then he guided his cock into my waiting mouth. I’ve always loved to suck him, and I could deep-throat him, if I had enough time to concentrate on my breathing. This time, though, I didn’t have the option. He plunged right into my throat, gagging me.

My back arched and my body heaved as he bore deeper into my throat, and I thought I was going to throw up. Mike laughed as I heaved, but he didn’t let up, instructing me to “take it, baby.” His hands gripped my own, and there was no escape.

At last he pulled from me, and I drew in a big lungful of air. My eyes were watering, and I barely had time to breathe before he aimed for my mouth again. He went even deeper this time, burying his massive meat in my throat completely, and I heaved again, making gurgling noises around his throbbing meat. Again, he laughed, as he gripped my hands.

“I love that,” he said, and he squeezed my face with his muscular thighs, further trapping me. For one panicky moment I thought I would suffocate, but again, he released me after another agonizing few moments buried deep in my throat.

“Mike!” I gasped. “I can’t…”

Again, he plunged into me; and again, when I caught another breath. At last, I allowed myself to relax, and eventually I was able to take him in and out of my throat more easily, his balls slapping my forehead rhythmically. He didn’t come, despite his desire. I think he really had emptied himself out, at last! I knew there was more to come, though. Mike was just getting himself warmed up.

He leaned over me then, and picked me up, turning me upside down, and I panicked. Janice wouldn’t be around to help me, if he decided to tie me up in the closet. He seemed content to bury his face in my snatch, though, and I returned to sucking him as he walked me across the room. His tongue was doing wonderful things to my snatch as he pushed me up against the far wall, and I sucked lustily as I felt my orgasm build.

Pulling back from him, I gasped, “Mike! Oh, god!” He tongued me even deeper, then, and when his lips closed around my clit, it set off an explosion that rocked through my whole body. I writhed madly in his grasp, the blood pounding in my head. His powerful arms held me helpless as the climax built to unbelievable heights, and I came close to passing out. Finally, completely consumed by pleasure, I screamed.

Mike lowered me to the carpeted floor, still tonguing me hungrily, and I collapsed into a heap of trembling flesh. It wasn’t until he forced his cock back into my mouth that I began to respond, once again. Then my arms went around his waist, and I sucked him until he came deep in my throat. I swallowed, happily.

“Baby,” he gasped, “that was unbelievable!” His hips still flinched as I milked his last few drops with my mouth, and I knew he wasn’t done yet.

 

[theYank]

The squad

It wasn't long, maybe a few seconds of me panting for breath between his thighs with his cock still in my mouth, until he suddenly jumped off of me to let his soft cock flop from my lips as he reached over for his cell phone. It was vibrating and playing the ringtone "iIm to Sexy."
"Yeah," he said. "Good. I'm up stairs with her now. She's ready for you, so get hard on the way up so you get your fill."
What the hell did he have planned now, I thought as I remained slumped over the bed with his cum filling my stomach like some thick syrup that had gone bad. My cunt and ass felt like they had been punched by his assaults, not to mention the fist-fucking Janice gave me. I was well passed being spent. I had no will left to stand or even hide my naked body as eight men entered the room and greeted Mike with a salute.
"What do we have here, Sir," the leader of the men said.
"This is her," Mike said. "I thought since I paid for her, I would share her so I got my money's worth. Who better to share such a prize than with my squad. We saw ourselves through a lot and I wanted to reward you with a little something."
"Wow, thanks sir," one of the men said, looking me over as I laid limp on the bed. "She is better than you described on the phone. I'm glad I came over right away. It would be a shame to have that body go to waste. Not like she doesn't look like you have already given her a good one already sir. But she might have a few good fucks still in her, like that whore in Baghdad that kept going for hours. Remember that?"
The men grunted in rememberance of what seemed like an event they longed to repeat.
Mike must have called them while I napped on the couch to let Janice take him on by herself. This was his squad, the guys he served with in combat and he wanted to reward them – with me!
Mike knew I had been gang banged during my wilder days in high school and college, but he had never brought up the subject of sharing me or swinging. But here I was, about to have a group of 20 year old soldiers fuck me any way they wanted right in front of him.
I wanted to please him any way I could, but I never thought he would take the wifely offer in this direction. I couldn't object, so I had to submit to whatever they wanted of me.

 

[theYank]

air tight

"Attention, prepare for inspection," Mike yelled.
The men stepped into a line and stood at attention. I sat up and covered myself with a sheet from the bed.
"Chavez and Johnson, take the whore into the shower so she is clean and dress her in one of the lingeries in the box over there," Mike said. "Get the lube from the drawer over there and bring her back here double time. Williams and Thomas, get the bed cleared off and but the mattress in the center of the room. We need a lot of space to move around. Go, go, go."
The men did as they were told. Chavez was a mocha-skinned hunk of a man, who seemed to be all muscle. He swooped me into his arms and carried me to the shower. Johnson, a young soldier who looked like an all American football star turned the shower faucet on and blasted me with cold water that woke me up instantly. The water grew warmer and I began to come alive again. The water was refreshing me and recharged my batteries.
Chavez and Johnson scrubbed my body with a washcloth like they were cleaning a car in the front lawn -- all mission, no romance although they took extra care to clean the dried cum from my ass cheeks and inner thighs. They never talked to me directly, even when they dressed me in the lingerie. It was as if they were dressing a doll.
It was a black semi-corset that laces up the back and stopped about midway down my stomach so it made a half-coat that just covered my tits, which had to be tucked into the binding and could easily slip out of their restraints.
The black laced panties came with a gartner that attached to fish-net leggings. I was a sight as they applied makeup to my face -- going heavy with the blush and fire-red lipstick. The black, one-inch slip on heels completed the outfit. I looked the part I was above to play. My heart was beating fast as they lead me back to the bedroom where the stage had been set in my absence.
Mike was already laying in the center of the bed.
"Commander's choice means I get first dibs, and I want the pussy," he said. "Get her over here."
Chavez and Johnson lead me to him and made me knee over his thighs and Mike wiggled his cock into my dry cunt without a bit of tenderness. He didn't even look into my face. His hard cock lunged into me as I gasped.
"Johnson, take your position," he said.
The all American stood over Mike with a foot on either side of his chest so that his cock was within inches of my face. I knew my task and extended my tongue as an invitation for his cock -- not like he needed an invitation. He would have thrust it into me anyway. He went about halfway into my mouth and grabbed the hair on both sides of my head to gain leverage and control over how fast and hard my mouth would work.
Chavez put up position behind me, one knee on the ground and another extended to get the angle well enough to enter my ass. He pushed in and I was about to gasp in anticipation of taking his full cock into my ass without lube, but then he stopped just so his cock head rested just inside me.
The remaining men put lube in my hands and on my feet. I could feel their cocks on my limbs.
"Ok, boys the first one to cum on her gets another round," Mike said. "Go."
Like a starter pistol going off, the men sprinted with their thrusts -- each at their own pace and into their own hole. I found my pussy being taken my my husband, my mouth by his second in command and my ass by his top NCO. His subordinates were using my hands and feet to jerk them off in whatever way they could. I was filled with a mix of horror, embarrassment, shock and energy. I never felt so wanted and alive as these combat-hardened soldiers took me like animals.
I didn't know what hole to concentrate on because the sensations were overwhelming. My mind jumped from the pleasure found in my cunt to the pain in my ass to the thrive driving into my mouth and the speed of my hands and feet being shaken and tossed as dicks thrust over them.
The room was filled with grunts and my moans. My nose filled with whiffs of sweat and my own scent as my pussy soaked Mike's thighs and dampened the sheets below them.
The energy was broken when the man in my left hand thrust forward and shot his cum onto my chest. Then I felt goo between my toes.
Mike followed and shot his cum deep into my cunt.
That was too much for me to handle any more. I spasmed with pleasure, causing Chavez to pull out and cum between my ass checks.
Johnson took that as a cue to pull out and spray his juice onto my face and slap his cock against my lips and cheek as the remaining cum shot from his cock.
"Peterson, you win," Mike said. "Let's get some beers downstairs and let her clean up before you can claim your prize."

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Slipping once more into the shower, I tried to calm my mind with a spray of hot water. I’d just been fucked by a whole platoon, in a matter of minutes, and I was still getting used to the idea, even as I washed the fresh cum from my body. I glanced once more at the wad of cash on the vanity.

“Well, it’s not the way I would want to make a living,” I told myself, “but it certainly has fringe benefits.”

I thought of Peterson, the sandy-haired hunk who’d shot off in my hand, and smiled. He was a good-looking man, and I knew he wouldn’t go so quickly this next time. That meant I could relax for a time, and actually enjoy some slow, sensuous sex with a man my husband had already given his consent to. My smile widened, and I felt the old familiar tingle I always got when my hormones were kicking in!

“Peterson, I’m gonna fuck you silly,” I muttered.

Taking extra care to make myself presentable, I applied new makeup after shaving my legs and drying off. Michael kept banging on the bathroom door, telling me to hurry up, but I yelled back for him to give me a few more minutes. I wanted to look really hot for Corporal Peter-son! I shimmied into the tight red skirt I’d laid aside yesterday, and tucked a sheer white blouse into it and checked myself in the vanity mirror.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, smiling at my own reflection.

I looked hot, but not really whorish. I knew Mike wouldn’t be pleased; he wanted a slut, and I had agreed to provide him one. Sighing, I unbuttoned three buttons on the blouse, so it was open almost to my navel, and slipped off the demi-cup lacy bra I had debated over in the first place. I squared my shoulders; my nipples were already responding to my ‘new look’, and were straining against the sheer fabric.

I looked slowly up from my chest, and I liked what I saw in the mirror. I was getting into slut mode, and when I do that, anything goes! Quickly shucking my skirt, I took a pair of scissors from the drawer, and carefully cut 4 inches from the hemline. Now, when I pulled it back on, it barely covered my panties. It didn’t take much to make me drop them to the floor. A quick application of blue over my eyelids, and I was ready.

“Peterson?” I called as I stepped out the door. “I hope you’re rea…”

I stopped in mid-sentence. Peterson was ready, alright. So were Michael and the rest of the guys. They stood in a line of formation next to the bed where Peterson lay naked, a bright blue cock-ring already turning his sizable cock fiery red. He was stroking it slowly, a smile on his handsome face…waiting for me.

“Hey,” he said, kind of shyly, as I approached the bed. I looked at the men lining the bed, giving Michael, in particular, a hard stare.

“I see you brought an audience. I thought we might have this time alone.”

Michael didn’t meet my stare, so I tried a military tactic of my own.

“Fall out for R&R,” I said. “Chavez, make a run to the store down the street for beer. “Johnson, take these other men, and get my house in shape. I’m a whore for these few days; not a maid. And you…” I said, looking at my husband, “…go sit over there, and watch us. I want to put on a little show for you.”

I saw a slow smile begin on Michael’s face. The other men waited for his approval, and when he nodded, they fell out and left the room quickly. Mike walked to the little chair at my dressing table and took a seat. He didn’t say a word; he just sat there, smiling.

“Okay, soldier,” I said, moving over him on the bed, “let’s get to work.” I took his hand away from his cock and replaced it with my own, then bent to take him in my mouth. I slid my lips all the way down to the cock-ring, swabbing the veiny surface with my tongue, and listened to his sigh.

Looking at Michael out of the corner of my eye, I moaned, to show my appreciation of Peterson’s thick cock. I knew my husband would understand my feelings. He knows how much I love having a big cock in my throat; more than anything in the world…unless it’s the taste of my neighbor’s sloppy pussy. I began to work my mouth around it, licking the tendons on the underside as I withdrew, then cupping its girth with my flattened tongue as I slid back down it. I kept my thumb firmly against the base of his balls, effectively keeping his prostate from being too aroused, and guaranteeing his stamina. I wanted a good long fuck session with this hunk, and I wanted Michael to watch.

Peterson’s cock twitched and lurched in my hand as I gave him head, and his moans rose and fell as I pushed him to the edge of a climax, then backed him down. Finally, he could take no more. His hands gripped my head tightly, and he slammed my face down onto his belly.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned. I held my breath as he kept me impaled on his shaft, stifling my gag reflex and concentrating on not stimulating him any more than I could.

Suddenly, he yanked my head up, and I gasped for air. He pushed me right over onto my back, and climbed over me. His hands were at my blouse, ripping the last two buttons loose as he yanked it back over my shoulders. Then, he rolled me over onto my tummy as he secured my arms with my own blouse.

“Could use some help here, sir,” he said, as he wrenched my skirt up over my hips and rolled it around my waist. He dragged me to the edge of the bed, and I felt Mike’s hand on the back of my head, pressing it down into the mattress as Peterson took an ankle in each hand.

“Michael! Stop thi…” I yelled, but the mattress muffled both my words and my air.

My legs were pulled up and far apart, and I felt Peterson’s throbbing cock at my pussy as he held me off the end of the bed. I was already wet, and he entered me easily, right to the balls. I tried to take in a gasp of air, but there was little to be had with Michael holding my face tightly to the bed, and I struggled as best I could.

I heard laughter.

“This little slut wants it all lovey-dovey,” I heard Peterson say, and Mike laughed loudly.

“Well, it’s not gonna happen, is it, Corporal?” he teased, pushing my face firmly into the mattress. He laughed again as I struggled harder, and Peterson began to pump viciously into me.

“Sir! No…sir!” he barked, between thrusts.

His cock felt as big as a house, as I tried to keep from blacking out. It split me, and it ravaged me, and the last thing I heard was Mike’s voice, urging him on as my world dissolved into a series of little explosions. Then it faded to black.

I woke up minutes later. Michael was holding something under my nose, and I recognized it as smelling salts. I jerked my head sideways, hitting Peterson’s thigh as he lay beside me.

“Easy,” Michael said, soothingly, and I looked up with one eye to see him staring down at me. I felt weird.

“Here, try some of this,” he urged, and held something to my nostril. It wasn’t smelling salts, but I snorted reflexively. The inside of my nose suddenly felt like it was on fire. The feeling passed quickly, and was replaced by a general loosening of my whole body.

“That’s a good little whore,” Peterson laughed. “Now I can finish fucking you without all that struggling.”

He took his place behind me once again, but left my knees on the floor as he fucked me from behind. This time he was more gentle, but that big cock felt just as humongous as before. It pulled me inside out every time after he thrust in and then backed out. My arms were still secured by my twisted-up blouse, and he held my wrists in one of his hands as he fucked me, his other hand holding me by one thigh. Michael took his seat, once again, but he was out of my line of vision.

It began to feel good. Very good.

I knew Mike had drugged me; with what, I had no clue. Now, the fluttery feeling I had been noticing in the pit of my stomach became an insistent buzzing. It felt like someone was holding a vibrator to my clit. Within minutes, I was bucking wildly under Peterson, who calmly and methodically continued to thrust deeply into me. Suddenly, I was swept up in a violent orgasm; so strong that my knees lifted from the floor, even under his steady assault.

I screamed, "Oh! Oh, godddddd," and tugged wildly at the blouse holding my arms. Peterson held my hands firmly, his dick a piston in my willing hole. I never felt such contractions in my cunt, in my life! They went on and on, and I knew he must be getting the benefit of them, because he suddenly sped up his motions inside me. He began to grunt, cursing and praising me at the same time.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, goddam...you slut! You fuckin' little slut! Ah, god I love you! Fuck me, you bitch! Fuckin' slut!"

Each expletive was punctuated by another hard thrust into my sloppy pussy, and the sound of my wetness was unmistakable. I cried out, again and again, urging him on, but I hadn't counted on my husband. Suddenly, his voice was there.

"Peterson!" he yelled, and Peterson responded.

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

Michael's voice lowered, but his orders were clear. "I don't want you cumming yet, soldier," he ordered. "Do you hear me?"

Peterson stopped his motions immediately, but I continued to work myself around the thick log of meat still buried in my snatch, using my legs to rub myself against the veiny surface. I could feel him twitching, and I knew he was concentrating on holding his impending climax. I could feel the tension in his whole body. At last he spoke.

"Yes, Commanding Officer!”

I continued to buck and writhe on his cock, but he went back to his slow, methodical way of thrusting into me, and I experienced orgasm after screaming orgasm. The drug had me over-sensitized, and I couldn’t control my emotions, going from lusty laughter to sobbing bouts with every peak my body experienced.

Finally, Mike ordered his corporal to climax, and Peterson began to fuck me in earnest, driving into me with long, hard thrusts, until I felt him stiffen behind me. With no warning besides the hitch in his stroke, he suddenly began to pump his first gushing load inside me. His hands released my own and went to my waist as he shot off inside me once more, and then again. I felt the heat of his slippery load as it mixed with my own, and began to run down the inside of both thighs, and still he thrust deeply into me.Making no sound except for the soft grunts I felt more than heard, he filled me to overflowing with his thick, sticky fluid, as Mike urged him on. At last he was spent, and he released my waist. I wanted more, and I looked around wildly.

To my delight, Chavez, Williams, Johnson and Thomas all had their cocks out, and they were eagerly watching as Peterson pulled from me with a plop. I was in full-on slut mode again, and I looked anxiously to Michael for his consent.

 

[theYank]

cum dump

Mike smiled and then barked his command, "cum dump her boys, I want her painted in five minutes or no one fucks her again."
"Yes sir," they snapped and each rushing to a hole like piglets at feeding time.
Chavez took charge and laid me over the chair of my vanity face up before unceremoniously cramming his cock into my ass. Johnson took position in my mouth, with his rock hard cock just sitting against my tongue, awaiting further instructions.
Peterson straddled my chest and nestled his cock between my tits.
I did nothing to stop or help them as they wormed into position like that have drilled for this countless times before. I was spent and didn't have the energy to assist or resist. I could only muster enough energy to stay awake and prepare my mind for the gangbang to come.
"And mark, 10 ,9, 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1," Mike yelled. "Deploy."
With that the men went to work fucking their assigned hole.
My ass was well worn so the raw thrusting burned and made me moan and send vibrations through Johnson's cock in my mouth.
They at first rammed into me at different tempos but it wasn't long before they found their pace merging into one deep movement of all filled and then all empty. They would fully pull out of my mouth and ass only to thrust all the way back in, creating a sense of sexual frustration and then overwhelming that rattled my brain.
Their pace grew faster as the seconds ticked away and Mike commanded "That's 45 seconds. Keep it going."
Peterson's cock slapped between my tits and ran the shaft of my neck, bumping my chin at times and almost collided with Johnson's hips as it thrust back and forth.
Peterson was the first to cum, sending his load into a pool in my cleavage that he proceeded to smear around my tits and stomach with his cock as he disembarked.
Chavez panted and worked his way out of the pace he and Johnson had been marking and suddenly pulled out of my mouth, sending his cum squarely on my nose and lips. Some of his seed landed on my upper lip and smeared its way into my nostril, making it hard to breath. The cum made my eyes burn and forced my to squint and bear the assault that seemed to last a dozen or so bursts.
Johnson then pulled out of my ass and arched his cock so the cum reached well up my chest before loosing pressure so a pool of cum settled just above my trimmed tuff of hair above my cunt.
I was soaked with cum....

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Michael then ordered Williams and Thomas to take their places. I hoisted myself back up onto the small of my back on the dressing table chair and planted my feet, spreading my legs widely as Thomas came forward. I squinted through my veil of cum, and saw him holding himself by the base of his shaft as he slid into my cunt, inch by tantalizing inch. Then Williams stepped over me, and all I could see was his hairless belly as he squeezed my breasts together and slid his cock between them.

Johnson's and Peterson's cum made his passage easy; I was already well-coated across my chest and belly, and ready for him. He slipped through their combined seeds, and moaned loudly as he began to stroke. Watching lustily, I could see the fiery red head of his cock appear and disappear as he thrust smoothly between my tits.

Thomas was doing wonderful things to my cunt, despite it's recent overload of cock. After all the ass-fucking, I was glad to get someone back in my pussy, where my G-spot could get a little more action. I slid my left arm over Williams' thigh and found my clit with my fingers, pressing against it.

"Oh!" I gasped. The feeling of my clit being pushed against that slippery pole in my pussy heightened my pleasure suddenly, and I closed my eyes and let my head hang back over the chair as I began to bring myself off.

"Did you forget someone?" my husband said from over and behind me, and I opened my eyes to see his cock hanging over my face. In spite of his stern tone, I smiled and opened my mouth, inviting him. He laid the head of his cock on my upper lip, and I licked him hungrily.

"There's a good slut," he said softly, and suddenly I began to cum. Thomas felt it, and groaned as I spasm'd around his cock.

"Oh, god!" I yelled, surprised by the sudden climax. Michael pulled off me, eager to watch me climax, and yelled for Thomas to fuck me harder.

"I said, HARDER!" he yelled, as Thomas gained momentum. I was soaring on a cloud of lust, my pussy squeezing and contracting as the pulses of pleasure hit me. Suddenly, Thomas was slamming his cock into me, and I had to hold onto the chair legs with both hands. His big ballsack slapped my ass in a rhythmic dance of lust as he hammered into me, and even Williams had to steady himself to keep from sliding around in the pool of cum on my chest and belly. Michael cheered him on, urging him to fuck me even harder, but it seemed he had more stamina than most of the others.

Williams suddenly stiffened, and pulled from between my breasts. His first load hit me squarely across my face, and I closed my eyes. His next trailed down my neck and shoulders, and the rest added to the resevoir on my upper body.

"Fuck," he groaned, as he milked the last of his semen onto me, then stepped off to let Thomas have me to himself.

Thomas had my by my thighs, holding me steady as he slammed into me, again and again. My body had begun its third hard series of convulsing climaxes, refusing to allow me the strength to hold my head up. I relaxed my neck, and my head hung upside down, my hair sweeping the floor, as he fucked me.

Michael had moved over behind Thomas, ordering him to fuck me harder yet, and once he was satisfied, I heard him order his man to paint me.

"Thomas! I want you to give her a whore-worthy helping of cum, right across that hard little belly!"

Thomas barely had time to answer his "Sir! Yes, sir!" before I felt him grow even larger inside me, and suddenly he yanked himself from me, leaving me gaping and clenching empty air. His splash of semen hit my belly, right where Mike had ordered it, and it definitely felt whore-worthy! It filled my navel, and ran down one side of my belly, and then I felt a second join it. The third he must have decided to distribute across me, and I felt a thick stringer coat me, left to right; then a forth, the other way.

By the fifth, I wondered where he kept it all, as it covered my pubic mound and ran down between my thighs, coating my outer lips. I urged my hips upward, wanting him inside me again. I wanted to feel that thick cock pumping between my lips, even if it did promise to make me nastier than ever!

Once Thomas had pulled away, however, Michael ordered me lifted and carried to the bed, where they lay me on my back. I looked up, and six men were staring at my cum-covered body, satisfaction in their eyes. Except for Michael.

His eyes were glazed over by lust, and suddenly he climbed over me, sliding into the pools of cum as he wrapped my hands in his.

"Oh, baby...you look so good that way. Just like my little whore should."

He raised my hands over my head and began to slide back and forth over me, our bodies lubricated by his company's discharge. "Kiss me, you whore," he whispered.

Our mouths met and joined, and I felt his tongue slide between my lips. I moaned softly, wanting him, and spread my legs. I felt his cock drop down between us, and suddenly it was inside me, slipping easily between my lubricated lips to fill me up. He groaned.

"Fuckin' A" was all he said, and then his mouth was on mine again, and his tongue was inside as he began to thrust. I wrapped my legs around his, locking my ankles. I didn't want him to slide out. Not now. I needed him to cum, deep inside me.

I realized his tongue was working between my teeth, and he seemed to be savoring every fleck of dried and still-moist semen he could consume. His breath was hot against mine, and as he thrust, harder and harder, I knew he was close. I knew he was getting off thinking about all his men fucking me, and I thought maybe he didn't even need me. He was just jacking off, using my body.

I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles, and it upped his tempo. I wanted to cum again, and I began to apply pressure, in even stages. He was getting really excited, now, and his mouth left mine. I whispered urgently into his ear.

"That's it, baby. Fuck your little whore! Give it to me, Mike! Make my pussy hurt!"

The mention of my pain did it for him. He grunted loudly, gritted his teeth, and released my hands so he could support himself over me. Then he began to buck wildly into my pussy, and I felt him grow larger.

I was right there with him, and when his first scalding load of semen hit the back of my narrow canal, I gave myself over to yet another climax. Screaming my pleasure, I locked his legs with my own and milked his cock with my pussy for all it was worth, and he gave me my reward, over and over.

It was over too soon, and Michael collapsed onto my sticky belly, out of breath. I rubbed the bristle at the back of his head as I fought to breathe normally.

"Oh, god, soldier," I panted. "You really gave it to me good. You like your little whore all covered inside and out with you and your men's cum?"

Mike groaned, raising his head. He turned and barked his orders to his men.

"Get money for the whore!" he said loudly. Then, looking at me, he said in a softer tone, "Lots of it. She needs to rest, and get some food in her."

I smiled, suddenly loving him even more, and he kissed me gently.

"It's gonna be a busy second day for you, you know," he teased.

 

[theYank]

food

I took the cue for a "food" and climbed onto my husband's bare chest so that the cum on my chest and neck smeared onto his body.
I then slid off his greased chest and craned my neck so I could run my tongue the full length of his torso. I ran my tongue from his waist to his neck, collecting a stream of cum along they way.
I could notice the different tastes and textures along the way that I didn't expect. Some of the cum was thick like pudding while the seed of another man clung to my mouth like old milk. The taste ran from nuts to olives as I licked and slurped as much of the swirled cum from my husband's chest like a hoover working over the living room rug.
I know it was a whorish thing to do. But I loved it. I loved the mix of the different cum as it passed my lips and inched its way to the back of my throat before I gulped it down to continue my suction up my husband's chest.
The soldiers seemed to like it to since they slapped my ass in approval as they left the room. My husband moaned in satisfaction as I cleaned up the mess I created by mashing my cum-covered chest with his.
My bones and muscles burned from the workout, but I craved the cum more so I worked my way past the pain and continued to suck and lap up as much of the cum as I could before collapsing back to the bed with a heavy pant and a full-arm wipe of my cum-covered face.
"That's my girl," my licked-clean husband said. "I'll have to reward you for that one."
"Just pay a whore what she is worth," is all I said as he left the room with a smile.
I faded off to sleep without even pulling the sheets over my body. There was nothing to hide anyway. I couldn't be modest with these soldiers anyway. They knew they could use me any way they wanted. And I knew they would.
I awoke a few hours later to find a box on the bed and cheering coming from downstairs. I opened the box to find a note that said simply "We always like a good show"
Inside the box was a deep red bra and panty set. The bra was a size too small so I squeezed into and found my tits could easily spring out with just a little mis step. The panties were French cut and came with a sheer mini skirt accent that sort of played peak-a-boo with my trimmed and abused snatch.
There were no nyons. But at the bottom of the box was a pair of three-inch red heels that could best be described as "stripper shoes". They laced around my ankles and forced my ass into the air as I strained to walk in them. I laughed a bit to myself saying that it was likely I wouldn't be walking in them long.
Beside the box was another gift. It was a tube about two feet long. I unwrapped the ribbon and opened the paper to find a massive dildo. It was about 18-inches long and four or five inches in diameter. It was fleshy pink with plastic veins running along it to make it look like a real dick. But this plastic cock had two head, one on each side.
I thought to myself what they would want me to do with a double dong. I was the only woman in the house now .. or was I?
I went down stairs to find out my next assignment. I found the soldiers in the living room. They were sitting on the couch watching a baseball game and drinking beers. Some were smoking cigars.
Then I noticed three women in lingerie fixing snacks in the kitchen. They were young and athletic .. great bodies with tight asses and perky tits that were sheltered by the same lingerie I was given. They were apparently uniforms and we were all matching whores with money to earn.
Chavez noticed me on the stairs and yelled "she's awake and ready for more."
Everyone looked at me.. even the other whores as I walked down the last few steps.
"At your service soldiers," I said.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

I walked into the living room like the Queen of the House, and in fact, I guess, I was. The other whores watched me with interest as I went from man to man...stroking faces, giving one a tongue-filled kiss, and dropping myself onto Michael’s lap with a leg on either side of his chair.

“Am I to assume I have some help, now?” I purred into his ear, and he ran his hands around to my ass. They flipped up the little skirt and gripped me possessively.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice husky. “I thought you might be getting a little bit sore, and I don’t want to ruin my one-on-one time with you, later.”

I laughed, my face buried in his neck. “I was wondering when we’d get around to that,” I said, kissing his neck. “Meanwhile, I wanna meet your other friends.”

I pulled myself off his lap and walked into the kitchen. One of the girls came over to me immediately and introduced herself.

“I’m Danielle. You must be Stephanie,” she said. “We’ve been hearing a lot about you, girl. How the hell did you keep this crowd happy all afternoon and evening?” I smiled and rolled my eyes.

“It’s Rebecca, actually. Stephanie’s my ‘slut name.’ Anyway, that’s beside the point. I actually had a little help from my neighbor across the street,” I admitted. “Of course, she left yesterday to take a break, and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her, since.” I noticed the looks on the faces of the other two girls, and asked, “Are you all pros?”

Danielle explained that one of them, Ginger, had been with her for awhile. The other, a gorgeous little thing that didn’t look old enough to be here, looked a little shell-shocked, already.

“That’s DebbyZ,” Danielle said. “She looks like a little girl, but she’s legal, and she’s a fuckin’ volcano when she gets going! This is her first party with me, but she’s already earned her place.”

“Right, Johnson?” she yelled, and in the other room, Mike’s second in command nodded, smiling widely.

“She’s a freak!” he yelled.

Everybody laughed, and somebody shouted, “We’re gettin’ hungry, out here!” It was Mike, of course. He wanted to eat, so they could get back to their second favorite thing: fucking! I motioned to DebbyZ to grab the platter of sandwiches they’d finished making, and pointed out where the napkins and condiments were to Ginger.

“Danielle, you come with me, if you can manage to walk in these fuckin’ heels,” I said. She laughed, and together, we entered the room, arm in arm. The men started to applaud when they saw us, and Thomas asked what was up.

“Hey, you want a show with your meal, don’t you?” I said, winking, and pushed his and Peterson’s feet off the low coffee table that stood before the couch. “Give us some room, now, and let us...entertain you.”

Williams raked the few magazines and the ashtray off the table, saving me the trouble, and I took Danielle’s hands in mine and turned her so her calves were against the table, then I lowered her to a sitting position. I knew some girl/girl love was inevitable, and I wanted her, first, before she ended up as cum-splattered as I expected to be. She liked my looks, too; that was evident when she first laid eyes on me. Her arms went out to me, and I leaned in to give her a long, lingering kiss. The soldiers around us applauded and whistled in appreciation.

“Damn, sir, your wife is some kinda’ hot!” Chavez said, and I winked at the NCO. Then I went back to Danielle’s lips, and found her tongue with my own. She received me eagerly, and I knew my initial assessment of her was correct. Gotta love a girl that likes girls! I made a mental note to get her number before this weekend was through. With her, Janice from across the street, and the cabbie I had won over yesterday, I wasn’t going to have a shortage of people to play with, when Michael re-deployed!

I settled to my knees over Danielle, who leaned back lengthwise along the coffee table, taking my lips with her, and soon I was grinding my cunt against hers in a full-fledged sexual frenzy. I wanted her naked, but I had an idea.

Standing up abruptly, I said, “Strip her down, boys, and get her ready for me, but leave the shoes on.” The three men on the couch went to work without a pause, pulling Danielle up and quickly shucking her little red panty and bra set. I looked over at Johnson, who had his hands all over DebbyZ again, and got his attention.

“Make me naked.”

It only took him seconds to comply, with DebbyZ’s help, and I walked shakily back over to the couch, where Thomas, Peterson, and Williams were stroking Danielle’s naked body. She looked at me with smokey eyes as I ran my hands up her sides, smiling sexily at her as I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her breath caught, and her lower lip was trembling as she arched her back, thrusting those lovely tits upward toward me.

“Upstairs,” I said simply, squeezing those hard little nipples until she squirmed. “I want you there.” I looked around at the men, rapt with attention.

“Lunch may have to wait.”

We reconvened at the site of my most recent ‘show’...the infamous bed. Fortunately, I’d changed the sheets, and the whistle of satin as Danielle slid onto the bed was the only sound in the room, despite our eager audience. I smiled down at her, then slid alongside her trim body, eager to experience the taste of her skin with my lips. We kissed, for a long time, and I could hear the anxious voices of Michael’s men around us. Let them wait, I thought. I want to enjoy myself with this beauty!

It wasn’t going to last as long as I’d wanted. Danielle turned out to be very passionate, and five minutes later, I found myself on my back. Danielle was straddling my face with her knees, the red heels digging into the mattress above my head. My own knees were bent, and she gripped them tightly as she pressed her mouth firmly between my thighs. Her tongue was tireless, teasing and tormenting me as it flitted between my labia, then pulling at and surrounding my clit.

“Ahhhhhh, god!” I moaned up into the cunt hovering just above my nose, as her tongue raked deeply along my pussy lips. She was an expert pussy-licker, and I arched my back, pressing myself upward towards her busy mouth. Her tongue speared into me, and I felt my climax start. When she began tongue-fucking me in earnest, I lost it.

“Ooooh...oooooh......Oh, yeahhhhhh,” my voice trembled, as my climax spiked upward suddenly, and I gave myself over to its pleasure. She dropped her hips lower over my face, and I worked to return the sensations I was feeling, with my own tongue. As my own orgasm ebbed, I felt her thighs grip my face, and I could hear her voice above me, as she ground herself onto my mouth.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes...yes...YESSSSSSS!” I arched my neck and drove my tongue upward into her depths, and she went ballistic over me, tensing and quaking like an epileptic. I hung on tightly to her thighs, pressing her to me as she climaxed. When she finally calmed her motions, I could hear applause around us, once again. Then the bed moved, and I saw someone’s balls above my head, as a stiff cock slid into Danielle’s slick pussy.

Here we go, I thought, as the bed began to move.

 

[theYank]

rumble bed

I started to pull away from beneath Danielle since I was feeling a bit crowded out as this cock stroked into her just inches from my face.
"Don't stop Becca," she moaned and she lapped into me. "Keep licking."
I did as I was told and weaseled my mouth closer to the action and stretched my tongue so it lapped the rim of her cunt and pressed against the lower half of the veined dick driving into her.
It was Peterson. I could tell by size and smell since I couldn't see his face. The paced grew faster and I followed suite, building from a gentle caress to a full-on lapping.
I felt the long strands of a female's hair splash across my thighs and then another tongue dive into my snatch with force and hunger.
I gasped with pleasure as the tongue plunged into me and went places only another woman would know where to go.
I could barely breathe the pleasure was so great as the tongues alternated inside me. I tried o keep my own tongue working as Debby worked into me, but my mind was scrambled from the pleasure.
"Don't stop Becca," Danielle moaned. "I'm almost there."
DebbyZ shifted from long and deep strokes that arched upward toward my clit to pounded tongue fucks as she stiffened her tongue and alternated between curling her tongue and plunging a flattened gem into me. Danielle was too busy panting to help her pleasure me. He mind was elsewhere.
The alternating feelings were simply amazing.
The whole bed shook as everyone matched pace and slowly increased their speed to build into a massive simultaneous orgasm.
Danielle was the first to start the ripple and found her hips shiver around Peterson's cock. That vibrated my tongue against his dick. He came deep into Danielle and kept thrusting as his cock softened.
A mix of his cum and her wetness dripped from her cunt and coated my tongue and cheeks as I continued my lapping as Peterson's cock pushed in and pulled out of Danielle.
DebbyZ's work between my thighs sent me over the edge and I gasped for air and couldn't control the shutter my legs were sending the rest of my body.
We all collapsed into a heap of panting flesh and sweat.
It wasn't until then that I noticed Mike had been mounting DebbyZ from behind while she worked me over.
"Damn DebbyZ, I had to fight that ass to get in there you are so tight, but you sure know how to work your hips to get the job done don't ya?" Mike said.
"Let's just say you aren't the first man to invade that shore, sir," she panted as he pulled out and stepped away.
I couldn't move. The combined shivers from Danielle, Peterson and Debbyz mixed with mine so the whole bed rumbled to a silence and we enjoyed the moment.