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Subject: {ASSM} <Easter> Easter Proxies 2/2 (FFM+ orgy oral FMM inter)  
Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 02:10:04 -0400
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In synch, the two pulled down their pants and bent over. Stanton
kept her eyes on the wall ahead of her, but Lund could not help
looking back at the cheering crowd. She saw the boys staring at
their asses. Only a few tried to make eye contact with her. She
looked at Stanton's back and saw the buns of her ass rising from
the small of her back, and a thin black strip of a thong that
cleaved them. 

"I see you dressed for the occasion," Lund said, as Stanton
turned around. 

"Huh?" she said as she smiled and played with the side straps of
her underwear, teasing the boys. 

"The thong," Lund said. 

"Oh! Well, I usually wear those." Stanton raised her voice again.
"Where's Brad, the guy who started this thing?" 

They serenaded Brad, and clapped him on the back to move him
forward. At the same time, the women kicked off their shoes and
moved their clothes away. 

"Take care of those," Kurt instructed a young pimply guy, most
likely a pledge. 

Stanton yanked Brad's pants down and dropped to her knees. She
looked up at Brad and smiled before taking his cock in her mouth
to thunderous applause. Stanton felt breath on her cheek, and
looked over to see the blonde there as well. Her green eyes were
as wide open as her mouth. Stanton took her mouth off
Brad's tool and used her fist to push the stiffening cock into
Lund's mouth. In seconds, they had him hard as a board. 

The crowd had circled the pair as they sucked off Brad, but did
not touch the women. It was understood that this was somehow
ceremony, that they were going to pop Brad like a champagne cork
to commence the games. A few stripped down, though, and started
to stroke themselves. These guys drifted to the front. 

Stanton and Lund saw the naked guys move forward, but they kept
their attention fixed on Brad. The ladies took turns licking,
pumping him with their fists, and sucking his balls. He popped
off while he was in Stanton's mouth. Or rather, just after. She
felt his legs tense, and Lund warned her as well. She pulled off
and licked him sideway pumping at his root with her fist, letting
his seed shoot over her shoulder and onto the mat. Brad shouted
and the boys cheered his orgasm. 

"That was hot, dude," some naked guy said as he moved Brad aside.
He kept a hand on his cock and moved to face Lund. His chest was
bare and smooth but for faint lines of muscle that cleaved his
abdomen and outlined his pecs. Lund ran a hand on that smooth hard
body and took his cock in her mouth. 

Stanton turned the other way and was almost poked in the eye by a
stiff prick sticking out in the air. "Hey watch that thing," she
said. 

"Why don't you watch it for me?" he asked. 

Stanton slapped him on the ass, then took his buttocks with both
hands and coaxed him into fucking her mouth. 

The blonde and the brunette still knelt shoulder to shoulder, but
facing opposite directions. For a short while, they reached a
rhythm where there heads moved back at the same time, and the
could see one another with a mouth full of cock. 

Soon both had a prick in each hand and a pistoning rod working
their mouths. Stanton felt the heat of the room. Twenty guys
close in to them as they rocked head and limbs. She felt the sweat
run from under her arms down her sides. 

"Heather, look," Elaine said. She spotted it first. Little trails
of color appearing on the shirt. Some pink, some straw yellow,
some pale orange. 

"What the hell is that?" Stanton asked. The same thing was
happening to both of the girl's shirts. 

"It looks like an Easter Egg," Lund giggled. 

"That's the idea," someone said. Stanton looked up to see Kurt.
She had been jerking him off with her left hand and had no idea
who he was. "The Gamma girls paid a lot of money for these.
They're treated with a chemical that reacts to body fluids." 

"We should have plenty of that," some guy said. 

"I wonder what cum will do?" asked someone else. 

Stanton and Lund could not answer with their mouths full of dick
again. The owner of one of those cocks said, "Let's find out!" He
pulled away from Stanton's mouth and erupted a stream of jizz
across her chest. Three ropes landed in a backwards N pattern.
Everyone stood still for a moment to watch for the result. Bright
blues and greens began to appear where the semen wetted the
material. 

"Cool," someone said, and the girls got back to sucking and
pumping. 

* * * 

Hill answered his cell phone. It was Red Bone on the other end.
Seemed that Biscuit was in a huff about something and had begun
calling friends frantically, with no response. Red Bone took that
to mean that any planned activity had been thwarted. He wanted to
congratulate the four agents. 

"Whatever it is y'all are doing, keep doing it," Red Bone told
them. 

"Yes, sir," Hill replied before Red Bone disconnected. 

Maytag and Hill went on sitting in the car. What they had been
doing, without talking about it, was to wonder what Stanton and
Lund were up to. And wondering how long they were going to keep
doing it. 

* * * 

Stanton was on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth.
There were a pair of meaty hands on her buttocks, and a slim
prick sliding in and out of her. Her pussy was wet and slick.
Some skilled young man with a delightfully agile tongue had
licked her crease thoroughly before diving inside. He came
quickly after he entered her, and left her quim greased with jism
for the next stud. 

The next stud fucked her with a hand under her to twiddle with
her clit as he stroked. Combined with the hands on her head
holding her still as someone fucked her mouth, and the random
hands that squeezed her breasts, he had given Stanton her first
orgasm. She tensed up and a brief spasm rocked through her, and
the guys fucked and squeezed with more enthusiasm. The stud
behind her lost control, but he pulled out to drop his load on
her back. It left a blot of bright blue against the strip of
tangerine orange that had formed where the shirt clung to her
skin. 

So this was the third cock inside her. She was glad that the none
of the boys so far had been freakish in size. This was going to
be tough enough without some soda-can thick prick stretching her
out. Not that it would be such a bad thing, though, she thought. 

Lund was also on all fours, still next to Stanton, still facing
the other way. A few guys had already treated her pussy to a
steady thumping, and had done their bit to decorate her shirt.
One lost it in her mouth, though, and filled her mouth with hot
cum. 

The cock in front of her was flaccid, but already about as long
as the stiff dick that gone off between her lips. She looked up
to see a barrel chested guy with a square face and cool blue
eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled back. 

"Heather," she said. "I think we found the guy who was meant for
Elizabeth-Constance." 

"Hrrmmpphh?" Stanton asked. Her mouth was kind of busy. She
wiggled out of that and looked over her shoulder in time to see
Lund tilt her head as if she were eating a taco, and take the
thick hose in her mouth. "Oh, my," she said. Be careful what you
wish for. 

Stanton went back to having her mouth stuffed, but the mental
picture of that trunk that hanging away from that tight smooth
body stayed with her. Lund worked as much spit in to her mouth as
she could and sucked back on that floppy tube steak. It jumped in
her mouth and stiffened. Soon the thing was too big to hold, and
it just came free of her mouth and fell against her face with a
heavy slap. 

The owner of the tool said to Lund, "What do you think of her
ass?" 

Lund looked over at Stanton's rump and grinned "It's nice," she
said. 

The hung cocksman looked over at the guy pumping Stanton from
behind. "How do you like hittin that?" 

"Ahhh," the guy answered. He must have liked it a lot because he
pulled out sprayed a fan shaped burst of watery cum on Stanton's
back. A drop hit Lund on the cheek. 

"I think I want some of that," said the burly cocksman. He looked
down at Lund. "Why don't you lick her nice and clean for me?" 

The green eyed blonde looked up at him. A wide grin split his
face. "Go on," he said. 

Stanton heard him say it, but said nothing. She was going to
leave it up to Lund. In fact she worked double time on the cock
in front of her to pretend that she hadn't heard it. 

Lund licked her lips, and gazed at Stanton's round buns,
bouncing in time to the brunette's cock sucking. It must have
made an inviting target to anyone behind her. Maybe she would
just take a look. She crawled over so that she get a better view.
The guy who had been banging Lund crawled forward, too. He entered
her again and Lund's eyes rolled up with the fresh shock of
penetration. 

Looking at Stanton's ass again, Lund saw the round twin cheeks
above smooth muscular thighs. Those full buns met in a dark line
of cleavage that gave way to a gap between her thighs, and a
view of her pudenda. Puffy outer lips parted slightly and
glistening wet. It looked so base. It was raw arousal. It
screamed "fuck me". 

"Oh, Heather," she said. "That looks so good." 

Lund leapt at her. The guy behind her slipped out once more. The
surrounding crowd that jerked off or sipped beer, or both, gave a
renewed bit of cheering. She buried her face in Stanton's
backside. It was a funky mix of pussy, salt, and semen. Lund
licked he with abandon and rubbed her hands all over the woman's
ass. 

Stanton groaned in approval. She let the gent's dick plop from
her mouth, and took hold of him with a fist, balancing on one
hand. "That's good," Stanton moaned. "Lick that pussy, Elaine." 

That set off the gent in Stanton's palm. She heard him grunt and
managed to get point his cock down at her chest only moments
before he would have plastered her face. It still worked only
halfway. The first surge came through a rod too stiff to bend down
and blasted her full on the chin. Warm jizz dripped from
her chin to join the streams that landed on the tops of her tits.
Meanwhile Lund's soft but firm tongue moved between her cunt lips
and flicked out at her clit. 

"That's good," said the big dicked guy. He moved over and knelt
behind Stanton. Lund moved her face from the other woman's pussy
and took the prick into her mouth, lavishing it with a fresh coat
of spit. She then took it in her hand, unable to close her
fingers around its girth. Lund positioned the tip of the beast
against the seam of Stanton's quim, and watched as the stud
pushed his way inside her. 

Stanton let out a moan that echoed off the walls, and did not
stop to catch her breath until the cocksman bottomed out. He
pulled back for his second stroke and Lund looked on, amazed at
the way Stantons's pussy lips wrapped around that trunk and
seemed to suck back at it during his back stroke. 

Lund scrambled on the mat and turned onto her back. She shimmied
under the dual sets of thighs and watched his swinging balls
slide forward to slap at Stanton's vulva. Lund saw the swollen
pink nub of Stanton's clitoris and craned her neck to kiss it.
Hands touched Lund's thighs, and she parted her legs in response. 

The guy between Lund's legs had to prop himself up awakwardly to
keep his face from falling in to the ass of the hulk banging
Stanton from behind. As a result, his came at Lund's quim from
directly above and could not stay inside a full stroke. He kept
popping out and plunging back in again. She loved it. Her upper
lip brushed Stanton's button while her tongue licked at the
stud's thick shaft. His balls rested against her chin. 

All four came one after another. First Stanton lost it to the
swirling on her lips and the unreal filled-to-the-brim fucking that
the big dick was giving her. When she cried out, her cunt clamped
down on that massive tool, and caused him to tense up and come. 

The unseen guy plunging Lund from above heard all the moaning,
and lost it, shooting deep inside the blonde. Lund felt two cocks
twitching in orgasm, one against her tongue, the other inside her
pussy. She bucked up to keep him there, and clenched the stud's
buttocks as the climax rolled through her. 

The big dicked guy pulled out of Stanton and groaned. White cream
seeped out of Stanton's slit and onto Lund's cheek as she leaned
forward to suck on the swollen tip of the softening monster. 

"Oh, shit," he moaned. 

Someone in the crowd started clapping. He was not alone. 

* * * 

"Oh, shit," Hill said. 

"What?" Maytag asked. 

"Look, coming toward the Ep Chi house," Hill said, pointing. 

Her blue jeans were too big for her slim waist, so they hung
around her hips instead. That left a belt-width section of skin
visible between the tops of the jeans and the bottom of her white
tank top. Bare, slender arms swung wildly as she hurried along
the sidewalk, and her blond hair swayed with the motion as well.
The irked expression on her face was different from the smiling
serene face common to the usual published photos, but she was
unmistakable, nevertheless. Tara Gash was headed their way. 

Close on her heels were two of the agents charged with protecting
her, two of the people who referred to her as Biscuit. They
looked more annoyed than she was. 

Maytag and Hill ran from the car to meet her at the path to the
Chi Ep house. There was a moment the bodyguards raced for her as
well, until they recognized Hill. 

"We've got it from here," Hill called. 

Maytag flew up the stairs. Biscuit charged through the door
without so much as a pause. He caught up to her just inside the
house. "Miss Gash, please, wait." 

She turned on him just as Hill came in the house. She eyed up the
both of them before looking at Maytag. "You're new." 

Maytag caught his breath. Tara Gash was even more attractive up
close. Smooth, tan skin, brown eyes with little flecks of gold
color, and a cute as a button nose. She also had full breasts
that wiggled in her tank top. The shirt read "Easter Egg Hunt" with
three capital greek gammas on top, and the year on the bottom, but
he looked away from that to get his eyes off her chest. He
concentrated on using her real name instead of Biscuit. "I'm not
with the Secret Service, Miss Gash. I'm Agent Gerald Maytag of
the FBI." 

"Great! Is the whole fucking Federal government here to stop me
from having a good time?" 

"No one is trying to do that," Hill said. 

"Oh, really?" Biscuit asked, with her hands on her hips. "Then
where is my Egg Hunt date. I was supposed to have one. Rumor has
it more than one. But someone has been talking to Ep Chi guys and
scaring them off." 

Maytag pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. He
wondered how much she knew. She filled him in on a little more,
"A black guy, a white guy, and two women. So where are those
bitches?" 

So maybe she didn't know everything, Maytag thought. That was
good. 

They heard the sound of clapping from somewhere to the left of
the foyer. Tara Gash turned to walk that way. Maytag jumped in
front of her. 

"Miss Gash, we can't let you do this," he said. Hill flanked her. 

"Like hell," she said. "I am due for a little company, and from
what I gather from my sisters, I think I'm due for a lot of
company." 

"Miss Gash," Maytag said. "Think of the scandal. Your father
can't have this." 

"My father, my father," Tara parroted him. "Always my father.
Well what makes you the experts on my relationship with my own
father? You're bodyguards, not political advisors. And I may be
smarter than some of them. They said I should go to Yale or
Harvard to show our family was serious about our roles in
society. It was my decision to come here, and it worked fine.
Last year's Egg Hunt was no problem. Why are you pissing on my
parade this year?" 

Because parade is the operative word this year, Maytag thought.
He said nothing. 

Tara continued. "So unless you plan to act as my Egg Hunt dates,
you're going to have to just step aside and let me have a good
time." 

"What did you say?" Hill asked. 

"No!" Maytag said. 

"I said, 'step aside'!" 

"Before that," Hill said. 

"Hill, are you nuts? This is bad enough as it is!" 

"Before what?" Tara asked. 

"You said--" 

Maytag interrupted him. "Hill, don't do this!" 

"Don't do what?" Tara asked. 

Hill looked at Maytag, then back at Biscuit. He rubbed his thin
mustache with two fingers. "You said we would have to step aside
unless...unless we planned to act as your Egg Hunt dates." 

In a mirrored action of Hill's, Tara looked at Maytag and then
back to the dark Secret Service agent. "You two? You're kidding
right?" 

Hill looked at her and smiled. "I'm not kidding. What do you
think, Maytag? Are we going to step aside, or are we planning to
act as her dates?" 

For damn sure, they were not about to step aside. What else could
he say. "He's not kidding," Maytag said. That was equivocal
enough for Maytag's twisted sense of duty. 

Tara looked up at Hill and smiled. Maytag looked down and saw the
red waist band of her underwear inside her jeans. It went around
her hips, a thin strip of red that covered nothing. She was
wearing a thong. He lost hope of stopping this. 

Tara put a hand on Hill's chest. "Are you sure you're up for it?" 

"Try me," Hill said. 

Tara took hold of Hill's necktie and pulled so that the man bent
down. She kissed him. It was now completely hopeless. 

When they came up for air, Hill spoke first. "We oughtta find a
room." 

They went in the first door they found and threw on the lights.
"There's a bed," Hill said. 

"Looks like a store room," Maytag said. "Look at all the Ep Chi
baseball hats."

"Yeah," Tara agreed. "What are all those planks and cinder blocks
doing here?" 

"The door locks," Hill said. "This will do just fine." 

It was Maytag's turn to get kissed. She pushed her lips against
his and they melted away in a swirl of pressure and heat. Her
moist lips slid against his, and parted. Her tongue swiped at him
slightly, then fiercely. She broke it off and looked in his eyes
and sighed. Maytag felt like he had been smacked in the head. 

Tara returned to kissing Hill. Maytag thought it was almost as
good watching her. Her hands moved along his shoulders, and a
lone finger brushed the side of his face as they kissed. Hill
dove his dark fingers into her shiny blond hair. 

Maytag wanted to touch her. He moved in close behind her, and ran
a finger inside the waist band of her jeans. Her skin was warm
and smooth, and his probing digit confirmed that she wore a
thong. He moved his hand to her front and headed for the top
button. 

Tara spun around. "Not so fast," she said. "I want to see you two
first." She took a step back and flopped on the bed. Her eyes
flickered mischief and she pulled down on her bottom lip with the
tip of her finger. 

Maytag and Hill scrambled to throw off their jackets and ties. It
was a race to strip out of their clothes, a mad scramble that was
more comical than seductive. It betrayed their desire, though,
which made it erotic nonetheless. 

Soon they were down to their socks and boxer shorts. "Socks
first," she said. "I want you two buck naked." 

Off came the socks. They stood there, older guys than she slept
with, but nicely built. Even some of the college guys she knew
had a little paunch from drinking too much beer. Not these two.
Not football builds, either, but not bad. They started to pull
down their boxers. 

"Wait!" she said. Tara stood up and moved between them. She
slipped a hand inside their boxers and gave their
dicks a squeeze. "I love doing that," she cooed, then kissed them
in turn. 

Back she flopped on the bed. "OK, go ahead." 

They dropped their drawers, and Tara sat eye level with two semi
rigid dicks. Maytag's bent at an angle, ready to spring up and
stand at attention with the slightest encouragement. Hill's dick
was a bit longer and a whole lot blacker, but hung half stiff in
the same way. 

"Bring those over here," she said. 

Maytag and Hill knelt on the bed, and Tara took a prick in each
hand. Just as she thought, a few strokes later and they both
stood out like wooden planks. Hill reached down to grab her
breast. Tara took her hands off their shafts for a second and
pulled off her shirt, throwing it in the corner. 

One at a time she took them in her mouth. She played with their
balls while each guy fondled one of her tits. She leaned back on
the bed and let go of Maytag's dick. "Why don't you get me
undressed?" she asked. 

Maytag slid off the bed to get a little leverage. He saw that Tara
had a pierced navel. "That's a cute little ring there," he said. 

Hill and Tara laughed. Tara said, "It took these security guys
three weeks to find a piercing guy in the area that they approved
of." 

"Lotta criminal records, man," Hill said. 

Maytag unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. The red panties
were lacy in front with a floral pattern. He kissed the triangle
in front of him. Tara moaned appreciation. Maytag looked up to
see her lips wrapped around Hill's matte black cock. 

Maytag removed her pants and yanked off her socks. He kissed her
feet and sucked her toes, and then worked his way up her legs,
kissing and licking as he went. When he reached her crotch, he
slipped his tongue inside the red underwear and ran his tongue
over her bush. He rolled down the panties and threw them aside. 

Though trimmed, she still had a generous mass of curls above her
sex. They had the same shiny blond color as the hairs on her
head, and managed to look even lighter because they weren't as
dense. They looked soft. Maytag ran his cheek against the wispy
hairs and then moved down. She opened her legs to give him room,
and he started with soft wet kisses before pushing his tongue
inside her folds and licking with vigor. 

"I want that," Hill said. 

They switched places. Maytag knelt by Tara's head and slipped in
her mouth while Hill licked her quim. Tara put her hands on his
head and moved him around. She draped a leg over his shoulder,
and he pushed the other thigh up and out to open her more to him.
Maytag took a handful of her lustrous gold hair and guided her
head back and forth over his cock. 

"That's good," he said. "That's so good." Tara shifted her ass.
Hill cupped her small butt cheeks in his hands and pulled her
pussy to his face. He knew she was getting close. He wrapped his
full lips around her button and started sucking on it. He moved a
hand off her ass and slid a finger inside her cunt. He sucked her
clit all the way into his mouth and lashed at it with his tongue.
Tara shifted some more. She turned her away from Maytag's prick
and it bobbed in the air. 

Maytag leaned over and cupped her breasts. He took a nipple in
his mouth. Without realizing it, he duplicated exactly what Hill
was doing to her pearl. Tara rolled her shoulders. She put a
knuckle in her mouth and bit down. She started to buck her hips,
and then orgasm overwhelmed her. She let out a long loud moan and
dug her nails into sheets, shoulders, whatever she happened to
grab. 

"That is one sweet, sweet, little pussy," Hill said. "I can't
wait to slip inside there." 

"Yes," Tara said. "Yes, do it." Hill spread her legs and mounted
her. Maytag moved back to let him settle into the missionary
position. 

"No!" Tara said. She pushed her tits together. "Come here." 

Maytag did as instructed and straddled her chest. She let go of
her breasts, and he slipped his dick between them. Hill grabbed
one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He slipped fit
the head of his cock against her lips and pushed inside. 

Tara gasped and pushed her tits together. Both men rocked their
hips vigorously. Maytag looked down at Tara's pretty face,
racked with pleasure, her hard nipples standing out in the air
and his dick pushing along the tiny furrow between her tits. He
figured this view had to be better than what Hill was seeing. 

Hill kept his eyes off Maytag's ass. He watched the gorgeous
contrast between his dark hands wrapping around Tara's waist, and
his coffee colored dick disappearing between her tan legs and
into that tangled thatch of golden pussy hairs. He shifted his
body forward so that shaft of his cock dragged against her clit
with his strokes. 

"Oh, yeah," Tara cried. 

Red and swollen, the head of Maytag's cock disappeared between
Tara's tits and then reemerged, pointing at her neck. Her fingers
interlocked over his prick, clutching her soft jugs against him.
She licked her lips and opened her eyes. They rolled back in her
head. 

"Oh, I'm gonna fucking come," she announced. She moaned and
turned her pretty head sideways. 

Maytag burst. The first blast covered her throat, and the
remainder wound up between her tits, and flowed back down to her
neck and around her collar. 

"God damn, girl," Hill yelled. Her cunt had squeezed down on his
prick in time with her spasms. He came with her, and the gripping
of her sugar walls milked every last toe-curling drop of jizz
from his balls. 

* * * 

Thirsty and tired, Stanton leaned against the wall and drank from
the plastic water bottle. A kind kid with sandy colored hair
handed her the black thong she had thrown aside earlier in the
day. He was a cute kid, and Stanton remembered looking at him as
he stroked himself and sent a thick rope of semen across her
middle. She looked down at the splotchy pattern of color on her
shirt and used a finger to trace the green line that he left
behind. 

Lund was getting dressed as well. She looked exhausted. "Are you
going to leave that shirt on, Heather?" 

"I think so," Stanton replied "I'll change after I get washed." 

"Good idea," Lund slipped into her pants. "I am going to be so
sore." 

"Worth it?" Stanton asked. 

Lund just smiled. 

Kurt, Ep Chi treasurer, brought Stanton another bottled water.
"That was un-be-fucking-lievable. You two are just mind-blowing." 

"Is that what we were blowing?" Stanton asked. 

Lund laughed. "Thanks, Kurt. We have a deal, right." 

"Absolutely. After all, this is only Tara's sophomore year,
right?" 

* * * 

Gingerly, the two ladies left the room and headed to the foyer.
They walked out onto the Ep Chi porch and found Maytag and Hill
sitting there. 

"Everything OK?" Stanton asked. 

"Yeah," Maytag answered. He looked at their tank tops, swirled
with pastel yellow and pink, streaked with bits of green and
blue. 

"How about you two?" Lund asked. 

Hill answered, "Biscuit showed up here." 

"Oh, no," Lund said. 

"Don't worry," Hill replied, "We convinced her it was in her own
best interest to let us take care of the Egg Hunt." 

"Us?" Stanton said, folding her arms in front of her. "I think it
was Lund and I that took care of things." 

"Well," Hill replied, "you know. We didn't exactly tell Biscuit
that." 

Maytag read what was printed on the shirts. "Souvenir?" he
asked. 

"Something like that," Lund said. 

"Tara Gash had the same shirt on. Except hers was just plain
white." 

"Well I should sincerely hope so," Stanton replied. 

END 
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