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"TruDatNigga" <screwme-screwyou@two.org> wrote in message
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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.
>
>