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It had been three months since pretty blonde Leslie had had her mouth
relentlessly gang fucked by twenty-one black men, plus me and one other
while her husband, Bob, took pictures of the event. And it was almost two
months ago that the very best of all these pictures (over 800 of them) had
appeared on her all new website, which Leslie was VERY proud of. Since then,
Leslie had been committed to at least one weekly website update featuring
her wearing very flattering outfits while kneeling to blow huge gatherings
of men.
She had been successful, but after the first four gang bangs, it was
becoming more and more challenging for Leslie, Bob and I to come up with
fresh ideas. The secret was to make each new set new AND fun, both for
Leslie and her rapidly growing collection of web fans. Part of the fun, she
decided, would be to keep increasing the number of guys she'd blow per
scene. Bob kidded her that there were over 700 men who worked at his company
headquarters. and another 500 or so distributed through the state.
"We could have them each bring a dozen friends, rent a football stadium and
you could blow 12,000 at mid field," he joked.
But the idea of kneeling to blow an entire stadium of men DID appeal to
Leslie. She obviously couldn't do it in one day. But if she could learn to
blow 100 in a day, she could blow 3000 in a month and have a world record
that would probably never be broken. For now she'd just have fun thinking
about it. But. one day.
In the meantime, she had to come up with an idea for her next web set. That's
when Rufus came by for a visit.
Rufus was the Boss. the big, black dude whose gang essentially had gang
raped her mouth (with her permission) in the parking lot to start everything
off. She had given him her home address so he could send her digital camera
disks back to her. one, to return them, but two, so she could see the
pictures that had been taken of her. Most of those pictures now were on her
website. pictures of her swallowing down one huge, black cock after another
as she kneeled on the top level of a parking building downtown. Pictures of
her choking and gagging with one cock after another in her throat and her
pretty little nose totally pushed into one big belly after another. Pictures
of her staring helplessly at two older couples who'd just gotten out of
their cars to go to a show downtown, her on her knees with a cock in her
mouth and them all totally aghast at her public behavior (she still laughed
about that one).
Now Rufus had returned to see "his favorite little cocksucker" and to see if
she'd be interested in coming to a biker's camp out the next weekend. Now,
most girls would want to know where. or how far away. or how to get there.
But NOT Leslie.
"How many guys?" she asked excitedly.
Bob was curious too.
"'bout fifty or so," Rufus told her slyly.
"Ahhhhhh," Leslie said cutely. "I was hoping for more."
"Rufus'll look into it," the black man said.
Well. now Leslie knew who she'd be blowing for her next set, but she still
had to come up with more ideas. She wanted to make this gang bang ESPECIALLY
fun. She popped over to see me at work to get ideas, since I knew more about
porn on the net than she did. I called a young guy named Bill over, because
he REALLY new this area.
"Well." I drawled as I thought about it. I was standing by my desk, looking
down at Leslie who was kneeling at my feet staring up at me with my cock in
her mouth. Her hand was on Bill's dick and her mouth was moving back and
forth between us. Since she'd blown the entire floor for her second web set,
we no longer needed to use a broom closet for any of this. Every guy on the
floor knew Leslie gave me regular blowjobs AND had personally been sucked
off by her. And all the girls on the floor were friendly with Leslie too.
Most of them had started giving an occasional blowjob here and there too.
"Would you consider something other than oral?" Bill asked her.
"Hmm hmm," she answered, nodding. Then she asked: "Hmm?"
"Well." he said slowly. "Like anal."
"Hmmmmmm," Leslie said thoughtfully.
My cock jumped. In those tight jeans she always wore, Leslie had about the
cutest little butt on the planet. I'd often thought about reaming it with my
dick.
"Not everybody. " Bill continued. ". unless you want to. You should still
give lots of blowjobs. You look GREAT with a cock in your mouth, Leslie"
"Hmm hmmm (Thank youuuu)," she said appreciatively, her eyes beaming.
We then thought about what she should wear. Jeans would have to come off
entirely.
"Maybe a skirt," Bill suggested. "A short skirt with cute panties."
"Hmm hmm," Leslie said.
"Satin bikini panties," I said lustfully.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," Leslie purred.
Then, after a moment, she spoke up excitedly.
"Hmm hmm," she announced. "Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm?"
"Huh?" we both said.
"Hmm hmm hmm hmm," she said, pumping her two fists in the air. as if she
was. CHEERING!
Bill and I looked at each other, puzzled. Then we both smiled.
"A cheerleader?" we asked in unison. "You want to dress like a cheerleader?"
Our smiles were VERY big.
"Hmm hmmm," she nodded.
"You WERE a cheerleader in school, weren't you, Leslie?" I asked her
thoughtfully.
"Hmm hmmm," she nodded proudly.
"Do you still have your uniform?"
"Hmm hmm," she nodded again.
"I like it!" Bill said.
"So do I," I agreed. "Cheerleader taken into the woods where she's mouth and
butt-fucked by a million bikers. VERRRRRY nice. But still wear the satin
panties."
"Hmm hmm (of course)," she said. Then she started playfully cheering and
pumping her arms again. "Hmm hmm hmm hmm."
Man! I used to think of Leslie as being staid and stuck up. But she's all
play when she's got cocks in her mouth.
As always, Leslie insisted I be at her shoot.
"I always want at LEAST one familiar cock to suck," she smiled.
We met at a designated highway diner at about 6 o'clock on a slightly cool,
autumn Friday night. Leslie wanted to ride behind Rufus' on his bike, so she
wore tight jeans, a sweater and high-heeled boots. Bob and I would follow in
his car with her uniform and other stuff.
Leslie wanted to be early (she was VERY excited), so when we got there we
were still waiting for several bikers to arrive. All in all, about
twenty-five bikes would be riding in our group. unlike the parking lot
party, the bikers were mostly white guys, a few of them with cute girls in
tight jeans riding behind them. There was Sarah, a light blonde like Leslie;
JoAnne, a very cute and petite dirty blonde; and Amber, a pony-tailed
brunette I recognized immediately as a local weather anchor on early morning
T.V.
"She's cool?" I asked Rufus about Amber.
"Oh yeah." he laughed. "All these girls'll be blowing us too."
Sure enough, when Leslie decided to drop to her knees to blow Rufus in the
parking lot, Amber, JoAnne and Sarah all found guys for themselves to blow
too. Soon, each girl had one cock in-mouth and four or five cocks
in-waiting. Cars were driving by, not fifty feet away on the highway with
nothing but mowed grass to obscure the view. and the diner windows were
filled with faces gawking out at our four girls feeding themselves. but who
was going to approach a gang of bikers to complain? Leslie was kneeling not
ten feet from the diner, angled so that she could look straight into the
eyes of the dozens of faces staring dumbfounded at her. She enjoyed watching
the expressions on their faces. This was fun!
Forty-five minutes later, the last of the bikers' loads had been swallowed
and we set off. There is something about how great a girl's jeans look when
she's straddling a motorcycle seat, leaning forward to hang on to the guy in
front of her, that sets my cock on edge. Leslie, Sarah, JoAnne and Amber all
looked FANTASTIC! I promised myself I would be blown by all four of them
before this weekend was over. hopefully multiple times each.
"Blown by the weather girl," Bob mused with a sly smile when I told him of
my plans. "Talk about your blowing snow."
We arrived at our campsite after about two hours of driving. It was a big,
open, grassy field two minutes down a dirt road from the highway. The sun
was just going down as we guys set up camp and the four girls entertained
themselves (and us) again. Because we knew it would be so busy, Bob and I
both brought our digital cameras. I took several beautiful pictures of
Leslie and the other three girls giving blowjobs with a gorgeous setting sun
in the distance behind them. All of them were proud to pose looking straight
into the camera with cocks in their mouths.
One of the guys Leslie blew joked that we should send these pictures to a
post-card company.
"Hmm hmm (Ha Ha)," Leslie said.
When I told 21-year old JoAnne I might do this postcard thing, she asked:
"Hmm hmm? (Really?)"
She blew me next.
The next morning dawned sunny and clear. a perfect day to put these four
eager girls to work giving lots and lots of blowjobs. Leslie still was
excited and woke up early asking me to take some sunrise pictures with her.
It was a little chilly, so Leslie wore her jeans and sweater again, and
these pictures looked as fantastic as the sunset ones did.
"A calendar," I said, matter-of-factly.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"We'll feature you in a calendar. Bet guys don't lose track of days with one
of these pictures for October."
"Hmmmmmm," she purred.
By 9:30 it was warming up again, so Leslie in the other girls all got into
their cheerleading outfits. All the girls looked really cute with their
uniforms, sneakers and pompoms. Leslie's uniform was sky blue and yellow and
she wore baby blue satin bikini panties (as requested). Those panties looked
AND felt great. I loved the feel of them on my fingers as I rubbed Leslie's
sweet, sweet ass with my hand. The other girls wore green and yellow, red
and white, and navy blue and white. all with matching nylon panties. They
also looked (and felt) great.
Each girl took a spot in the center of the field to kneel at, the girls
about twelve feet apart. close enough together that the girls could feel
some comradery in their task, but far enough apart that their crowds of men
wouldn't get into each other's way. Leslie kneeled between JoAnne and Sarah.
The first few pictures I shot were of just the four girls, kneeling in their
chosen spots, smiling at the camera with their pompoms on the ground on
either side of them. The next pictures showed a long line-up of men
gathering before each girl, many with their cocks already out of their
pants.