“Repairs” by Eagle1 (M+/F, gangbang, interr)

I checked my watch again for the third time that half hour. As if mocking me, it read only 9:24. The minute hand had crawled only ten minutes further from the last time I’d checked. I had one of those feelings that this was going to be a long morning, although I couldn’t have guessed at that moment that it would be for all the right reasons.

I was sitting in the waiting room of a glass and auto body shop.

‘Waiting room’ was probably a generous term in the extreme. The shop itself was one of the many warehouses in that neighborhood having been crudely converted into some semblance of civilized space for the benefit of customers. From the outside the building looked derelict, even though located in an up and coming district. Most of the businesses around that side of town were known only to the tradesman and lowbrows who frequented the area and none were visited very often by the everyday Joes like me who happened to find their way down here to get some sort of work done.

And the nondescript door looked more like the entrance to a speakeasy than a business.

When I had arrived at 8:30 that morning, I had been found it open and askew on unsure hinges. The entrance opened to a short rectangular room, with a counter at the far end, and the waiting room going off to the side forming an L shape. Every square inch of the place was covered in clippings, posters and other assorted papers. Here and there was the odd picture of a scantily clad woman or girlie calendar, you know mostly women posing on hot rods and motorcycles, right next to a poster advertising some exciting new feature for the ghetto gangbangers to add to their supped up, gold chrome rides.

It was a thoroughly masculine environment: from the décor, to the banter.

Speaking for no one but myself, I especially appreciated the sexy Miss Chinatown calendar that still hung next to the cash register, even though it was several years out of date.

Notwithstanding my current state of affairs, I had managed to maintain my usual good nature throughout the morning. Considering everything, I thought that was pretty good. Normally I would have been pretty pissed off, and I had been yesterday morning when I had awoken from a great night spent screwing my girlfriend at her apartment across the bay. In the best of moods I had gotten into my car to drive to my office when I discovered that some dumb fuck had smashed out the rear passenger side window on my car. This in and of itself wouldn’t have been such a bloody crisis, except the winter rains had just started.

What really ticked me off was that whoever it was had stolen my pair of two hundred dollar sunglasses.

I’d really loved those sunglasses.

So here I was in the waiting room, taking the morning off, canceling important client meetings, all so I could get a damn window fixed before the rain ruined my interior.

I glanced around the room, located through a doorway from the main entrance. It was small, about seven foot by five. It’s a good thing I wasn’t claustrophobic, ‘cause I’d been in bigger closets. The walls were bare sheetrock. No one had bothered to finish off the drywall with mud or tape, let alone paint.

I think the Geneva Conventions mandate cleaner prison cells.

My ass had been parked for the last hour on one of three chairs that were arrayed around a coffee table that looked like it came from the eighties. There was some newspaper that was permanently stuck to part of its surface. The ratty chairs were definitely older than I was. To my immediate right was one of those old red candy machines, where you put in change and get a gumball. All it held now was what looked to be a mix of peanut M&Ms and salted almonds.

The chair across from me, sitting at a grotesque angle, was vacant.

A surly looking young punk who couldn’t have been much older than nineteen or twenty occupied the last chair in the far corner of the room. He had arrived about twenty minutes ago with a friend of his, and after the friend had taken off the punk had set up shop in the corner waiting for his car to be finished.

The kid had on a hooded jacket, the hood being pulled up over his baseball cap. The rest of the outfit was typical slacker: t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. He was one of those sloppy looking white boys, with a half-goatee thing growing under his lip that looked more like unwashed dirt than facial hair. A silver eyebrow ring completed the ensemble, which I admit (never having had one myself) was kinda cool looking.

His parents were probably stockbrokers or something.

With the Italian suit and leather shoes I was wearing, we probably couldn’t have made a bigger contrast if we tried.

And, no doubt, I looked completely out of place.

The punk glanced up from reading his Playboy magazine and nodded at me, giving me this nervous look, like if I glanced in his direction I might try to make a pass at him or something.

I couldn’t quite bring myself to examine the depositions that were sitting in the briefcase I’d brought with me so that I’d have something to do. Instead I just lounged in my chair, half-paying attention to the shit talking going on between the employees and their various customers. I had a pretty good view of the goings on in the other room, since my chair was near the waiting room door.

The employees were a motley crew fit to match their surroundings.

The two main honchos were both young Hispanic dudes: Andy and Carlos. Each of whom spoke better Spanish than English and their hair was greased back with whatever crap it was they put in it. If you were to hold a lit match up to their heads I expect the resulting fire would be something like a blowtorch. The rest of the crew was a mixture of dirty Asian and Caucasian greasers who were running back and forth between the cars with the auto parts and repair glass.

Carlos was the guy who had written down my repair estimate. I started paying attention to something he was saying something to his compatriot Andy.

“Dude, you know it’s my birthday,” he told the other guy, who couldn’t appear more disinterested.

“Yeah, man?” said Andy, and then there was this pause as he filled in paperwork.

Suddenly out of the blue, Andy sang off key, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday mother-fucker, happy birthday to you.”

There was a loud peel of laughter from one of the guys in the back, followed by general sniggering.

“Dude that was harsh,” someone else said laughing.

“So what you getting for your birthday, man?” asked Andy.

“I’m gonna party all night, man,” replied Carlos, accent thick, “I’m gonna get all fucked up and shit.”

Then the phones started ringing and the conversation died off for a bit.

“My girl’s coming by,” said Andy, after hanging up his last call, “She called me up on her cell phone. Said she was gonna give me a treat.”

“Andy, dude,” asked a voice from the back, “She new?”

“Yeah, man,” he replied to no one in particular, although adding a wink in my direction when he caught me glancing his way, “Can you believe I haven’t been dating for like six months?”

“You?” someone asked disbelieving, “You a player, man!”

“Whatever, dude,” said Andy, making some pretty grotesque hand gestures as he spoke, “I almost forgot how my dick worked till I met this bitch. She got all the pussy you want, bro. She all tight and fine, and mmmmm…. I blow before I get it inside, man, it’s that good.”

There were murmurs of understanding from the guys.

“I wish some girl’d come sit on my dick for awhile,” Carlos, interjected, “Everyone should get laid on their birthday. It’s like a rule or something.”

The punk with the Playboy finally perked up a bit at the conversation.

“Dude,” I asked him, “Can I get a look at that magazine?”

I figured if I had to be here I might as well enjoy myself.

He seemed amused by this, “Yeah, man, I got another.”

He tossed me the Playboy and took out a copy of some other skin rag. Nothing like some pussy pics to inspire male bonding.

For the next twenty minutes I glanced through some of the porn filled pages and, hell, if I didn’t even read some of the articles.

“Mmmm,” said someone hungrily, “Damn, baby you looking good!”

This brought me back to the real world and I looked up.

“Good enough to eat,” added someone else.

“I hear that man,” came another comment from one of the herd, “You hot for me, baby?”

The object of their running commentary was a tall slinky looking girl. She strode on in through the dilapidated door like she hadn’t heard a thing they said. No doubt she was used to that sort of remark, especially the way she was dressed.

Her ass was covered in a short black leather skirt, which showed off most of her two fine looking long legs. Glancing down I saw that she was wearing some real shit kickers, probably designer knockoffs, that rode up to her knees. As for the rest of the ensemble, she wore a tight fitting Tweety Bird shirt that struggled to cover her big titties and a purple jacket. The tight ringlets of her jet-black hair were held up in a freaky sort of style that suited her well.

Now she was definitely pretty, no doubt about that.

She looked to be a mix of Latino and something else. She had that hard sort of beauty, streetwise, that comes from too much knowing and too much make-up. But she was way too classy to be confused with a common streetwalker, except maybe by the stuffed shirt set I worked with that is.

“Andy, baby,” she whined, going up to the counter and pounding on it with her two-inch long nails, “You kept me waiting, baby…you know how I don’t like to wait!”

The guys in the back made jeering noises, joshing around with him. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but all the same I liked the way her ass moved when she shifted her weight.

“Trisha, how’d you know Tweety Bird was my favorite?” asked Carlos from somewhere back there.

“I didn’t,” she said, suddenly noticing him, “Guess you was just lucky.”

“He wishes he’d get lucky,” hollered someone from the back.

There was more general laughter from the crowd.

“It’s my birthday,” said Carlos, “Did you get me a present?”

This girl was on overdrive. Trisha leaned over the counter and it looked like she was now flirting with Carlos. He would’ve been getting a great shot of her cleavage if she hadn’t been wearing that t-shirt. Her breasts made a nice swell underneath it.

“Dude,” said Andy, coming round the counter to take her in his arms and planting a kiss on her lips, as if marking his territory, “Everyone knows it’s your fucking birthday, already. Would you give it a fucking rest, dude?”

“Man, I just want a present is all,” he pleaded, whining, “Just a little kiss. Baby you want to give me a kiss?”

“I don’t think Andy would like it,” Trisha said, pouty, leaning in to Andy to give him another kiss, longer this time.

But Carlos would not give up, and after much begging on his part, Andy relented with permission for her to give Carlos a kiss. Carlos came out from behind the counter and she pecked him on the cheek.

“Is that it, baby,” he begged, “Can’t I get some more?”

She glanced at Andy for guidance, but he’d gone back to whatever he’d been doing at his desk behind the counter. So a little unsure of herself, Trisha turned to Carlos and kissed his lips lightly. Carlos wasn’t having any coy shit this time though, he moved in for some real action and soon they were Frenching like nobody was there.

“Dude get a room, already,” said one of the guys as he walked past.

“Hey, man!” said Andy roughly, “Leave my woman alone!”

Carlos and Trisha broke apart suddenly as if they’d been caught unawares.

“Baby,” said Trisha, trying another tack in that high pitched sort of voice, “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”

I got something she could eat, I thought to myself, or at least suck on. And I had to adjust my package a little at the thought.

“Okay, baby. Wait here,” Andy told her, paying no attention to the rest of us, “I gotta go see to some cars and I’ll be right back.”

Trisha looked a little pissed at being made to wait.

Andy took off out to the back of the garage.

Carlos decided to seize the opportunity and came up and started whispering stuff in her ear. She laughed. He moved in closer to her, and as she relaxed she eased into his body. He made another suggestion in her ear and she looked reluctant at first, but then her expression changed and she nodded. With her hand in tow he headed for a door on the other side of the room that was labeled ‘ladies/gentlemen’ in permanent black marker on a cardboard sign.

“Step into my office,” he told her, holding open the door.

She went into the john and he followed after, closing the door behind him.

“Dude, what’s going on?” the punk asked me, not being able to see anything from where he sat.

“I think she’s giving him head in the john while her boyfriend is out back,” I said.

“Cool,” he replied with a light in his eye.

Glancing at my watch, I could see they were in there for about ten minutes before Carlos came out. I must have been looking at him expectantly, ‘cause when he saw me he was just grinning from ear to ear, and zipping up his fly as he came out. Trisha followed after a few minutes. She was clearly in another world. The blowjob must have got her motor running. I glanced at her and she looked at me for the first time, and then she walked over to where I was sitting.

Maybe she was attracted by the way I was dressed.

“Hey, baby,” she said to me, all kinds of sassy, “You lookin good. Ain’t seen you ‘round here before.”

I said nothing I did nothing.

I just cocked my head and grinned invitingly at her. Much too my surprise, and that of Carlos standing by the counter, in seconds she had dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my zipper.

No fucking shit! Just like that. I get lucky all the time, but rarely that lucky. It was the weirdest thing.

Helping her out, I fumbled and hurriedly undid my belt. After undoing my pants, I pulled down my boxer shorts. Between the Playboy and the bathroom incident, I was already half hard. And at that point I was already bigger than an average dude.

“Oh, damn, baby,” she said, ogling my cock, “You a big boy baby. Gotta get me a taste of that!”

She lifted my thickening shaft and took me inside her moist mouth.

My boner hardened up real fast, and soon it was far too big to fit entirely within her mouth. Undaunted she licked and sucked around shaft, taking my balls in her mouth, and the tip of my dick as far as it would go down her throat.

The punk had not been able to take his eyes off this whole scene from the start. He had the look of a guy who maybe didn’t get laid often enough. (I know I certainly don’t, morning and night just isn’t often enough if you know what I mean.)

I leaned my head back and relaxed into the rickety chair, savoring her tongue running up and down my dick.

I had a clear view of her tongue snaking out and licking from the bottom of my shaft up to the top. It twitched in her hand as her tongue left a trail of saliva around my mushroom head. I watched her open her mouth and slip the top of my dick inside, and I groaned softly as I watched her lips slide gently down my pole as far as she could go.

She was a pro.

Her mouth felt so warm around my cock as she took as much of my nearly ten inch length as far into her mouth as she could. Trisha’s head began to bob up and down on my lap quickly, expertly. Her mouth was slurping loudly around my dick as she gave me amazing head; her lips were gliding up and down my rod with a purpose

Finally, the punk couldn’t take it anymore.

The real thing is always better than a magazine. He stood up and unzipped his pants, letting his woody out into his hand so that he could jack himself off. We both rested like that for a few minutes. I let my head fall back against the wall as I held her head in place over my expectant dick. Her lipstick was so thick she left smudges of red on my flesh, and her mouth was so warm and wet I was in heaven. The punk was really enjoying the show, jacking off so fast I thought he might fire right in the open air.

Carlos stood off to the side, jealously looking on.

With sudden inspiration the punk seemed to realize that Trisha’s ass was sticking up and waving in the air in front of him invitingly. He grinned at me and knelt down behind her, pushing up her skirt. He looked like he might have been too young to appreciate the pleasure of eating out a fine, sweet looking pussy.

Or maybe he was just in too big a hurry. Whatever the case, instead of sucking her warm, wet cunt, he pushed aside her panties as we watched. He leaned in to her ass and rubbed her pussy with his dick. The sensation caused her to shiver and suck more urgently on my cock.

Satisfied that she was wet enough, the punk got to his knees and positioned his rod at her entrance. She looked back at him momentarily, but made no comment about his familiarity, and meeting no resistance he allowed his shaft to slide on into her empty hole.

He closed his eyes as he savored the moment.

“Oh, yeah…” he groaned.

He was on one knee as he tried to keep himself in a position level and in line with her ass. She sucked harder on me with every one of his thrusts.

“God!” the punk said as he forced himself yet again between her legs, nailing her deep and hard, “What a nice tight, wet cunt.”

His thrusts became more and more uneven, his youth appeared to be a real impediment to his staying power.

“Hurry up and cum, man!” I groaned to him, “I wanna get some of that pussy.”

As if the words were the trigger, he screwed up his face and sucked in his breath as he pumped his volley of cum up her cunt. He pulled out and collapsed back against the wall, momentarily spent.

Always one to enjoy sloppy seconds, I pulled her head up off my cock and pulled her forward to help her to straddle my lap. My slick cock was wedged between us, but our desire didn’t leave it there. She was so horned up with all the action, she groped to undo my clothes and I hers. The Tweety Bird t-shirt and lacy bra presented no real challenge for me. For that matter neither did my suit coat, button down shirt or undershirt. They were all off like lightening.

Soon the two of us were groping each other’s bodies with nothing on above the waist.

I loved the feel of her tits in my hands, and even better the taste of her nipples in my mouth, as I felt her hand grope the big, hard muscles of my arms and chest enthusiastically. Our lips were locked and her mouth was on fire. I couldn’t get enough of her taste.

And by this time we had a real audience.

Carlos had been joined by some co-workers and maybe even a couple customers, I’m not sure. The punk and I had been so engrossed in Trisha that we hadn’t been paying any attention to the arrival of anyone else.

I didn’t really care anyway. There wasn’t any point in being all shy now. Her titties had been shaking in the squalid breeze for awhile, and I’d been hung, hauled out and rock hard for some time. My nearly ten inches of rock hard cock was aching for her.

I brought my hand down to her crotch, this time shoving her panties to the side as the punk had done. As I held them out of the way, I was able to gently caress her naked pussy lips up and down with my finger. She was soaked! 

Trisha moaned into my mouth as my finger teased her sensitive pussy. Her hand grabbed my stiff cock and she began to stroke it lovingly. It was throbbing a little in her hand, and the need to have it inside her was overwhelming me.

I could feel the hot wetness of her cunt touch the top of my dick, and I knew I was close. Impatiently, I tried to push up and into her, but the angle wasn’t quite right yet. Our kisses grew sloppy, lips smacking loudly.

I pulled her back onto my lap. She rubbed up against me, crushing her heaving breasts against me and leaving lipstick marks on my face and chest as she kissed me. I could feel her moist pussy touch my rod; the warm wet fluids of her juices and the punk’s cum making the underside of my cock all slick and ready to penetrate into her tight, hot cavity.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into my ear, before going to work nibbling on my earlobe.

My fingers went down to play with her glorious naked ass. Kneading her cheeks in my fingers. With my strong arms, I lifted her up enough so that I could slip inside. And I went for another try. This time, the entrance to her vagina caught me in its embrace. I thrust up and I let her go at the same time, rewarded by the hot folds of her pussy engulfing the top half of my cock.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned, breaking our kiss briefly as she felt herself fill up a little.

My hands reached around and grabbed her bare ass, holding her as I lifted up inside her all the way. Soon I was snuggly inside Trisha’s vagina filling her with my thick girth, really stretching her to breaking with my ultra thick width. For a girl who looked like she saw a lot of action, she remained amazingly tight. Her warmth in turn griped me, hugging me and fitting like a second skin. I let her own weight force my monster deep inside that hole. She moaned in delight as every inch of my shaft slid further and further up her narrow hole.

It was my turn to smile up at Carlos, as he watched the last of my prick sink in between her moist, tight lips.

Only my balls remained uncontained by her sopping sheath. Her moan of ecstasy brought more of the guys from their hidden corners and soon a dozen of them were watching this bitch ride me like a champion stallion in a rodeo. It wasn’t everyday that I found myself in such a position, and knowing someone is watching is an incredible turn on.

I began to urgently ram myself against her, only able to slide out of her a couple of inches before sliding back into her again.

“Unh! Mmph! Mmph! Unh!” she moaned as she kissed me.

This was heaven. I was urgent and the kissing grew sloppy and my thrusts grew more ragged. Her vagina was so tight and hot around me! My hands were holding her naked ass tightly, but her panties had slid somewhat back down near her crotch. They were rubbing against my dick as I fucked her. I was like an animal as I continued jamming my cock up into her needy cunt. 

I desperately wanted to stay inside Trisha, yet her panties were irritating my dick.

I buried my dick inside her and, using a strength born of long hours in the gym, tore those silk panties apart. They came off her one leg, and slipped down her other leg halfway down her thigh. I grabbed her ass again and lifted her roughly so that I could begin fucking her hard again.

“Oh!” she cried, closing her eyes as she hugged me tight.

I was thrusting hard against her, putting a lot of power into it. 

Andy had shown up by this point confused at what was going on. His eyes looked briefly at mine; his expression a mixture of envy and contempt, then his eyes went down to what the other guys were staring at: my cock in her pussy.

“Andy, man,” I said to him, unable to resist, “Your girl has one sweet cunt. Yeah, sweet alright, sweet face and everything.”

Andy looked red and angry, but like the other guys he had a bulge in his jeans. Some of them were even openly playing with themselves. The punk too had gotten an erection back by this point.

Andy instinctively took a step towards me, but Carlos muscled him back.

“Whoa, dude,” Carlos told him, “You should have seen the way your bitch looked at us, man. She wanted it. We’re just giving her what she wants.”

Andy looked at Carlos, but didn’t pursue it. So he stood like everyone else and watched.

Between her using her legs for leverage and my arms lifting her ass up and down on my prick, my thrusting was intense and considerable. Every thrust was like a spear, and awkwardly we tried to position ourselves to take the most advantage that we could. We were groping at each other madly, trying to get ever closer. She and I must have looked more like two animals rutting, than the smooth actors of a porn flick.

“Oh, my God!” I told Trisha, groaning in her ear, “You’re incredible!”

She could only moan in my ear in response. I lifted her up off the chair, still impaled on my dick, in one smooth motion. All this more impressive as my pants were still hung around my ankles. I carried her carefully over to the table not more than a foot away. Her ripped panties slide down to her knee, and then fell to her foot. She ran her other foot up and down my leg as I jabbed my hard pole up inside her. I wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out of her, just pound my steely hardness deep inside her with all my might.

I laid her roughly down underneath me on the coffee table. Remaining in her and now on top of her, I used my weight and positioning to pummel her. She spread her legs wide, feet in the air, ignoring the hardness of the table. Her torn panties still hung from her right foot.

Then I really gave it to her.

Planting my hands on the table I pulled my dick almost entirely out of her cunt, and then I slammed it into her as hard as I could, and from there I didn’t stop. Using long strokes I jackhammered in and out of her horny pussy, my ass thrusting beneath her flailing feet.

“OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!” she cried loudly.

Trisha hurtled over the edge, cumming violently as I pounded the shit out of her needy hole.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screamed as she came and came and came.

This is the part I do best, and I showed no mercy, and had no control as I slammed my long tool in and out of her warmth with as much power and speed as I could muster. I could feel the heels of her feet banging off my ass as it clenched over and over.

“That’s right darlin,” I told her, “Cum for daddy.”

Her pussy was clutching at my driving member as her orgasm lingered on. I watched her as her face became flushed. Her tits were bouncing up and down quickly as I pistoned in and out of her. 

I was groaning, and my body was all sweaty as I continued to feed her hungry pussy with my fat cock. Her hands were clawing at my back, scratching it as her orgasm finally showed signs of easing off. I began to slow, growing tired after going at such a hard pace for so long. 

We looked into each other’s eyes as I now made love to her.

Trisha ran her hands down the corded muscles of my arms until they reached my hands. I lay down on her as she took my hands into hers. I raised her hands over her head and we looked at each other nose to nose. Sweat was pouring down both of our bodies. I was conscious of her full, soft breasts pressed against my thick chest, and her hands squeezing mine tightly. 

I kissed her, and she eagerly kissed me back, shooting her tongue far into my mouth. Our lips smacked loudly as I continued making love to her. I could feel her bare feet run up and down my legs, and I could feel the material of her panties over her one foot.

Breaking from our closeness, I got up on my knees, opening my legs so that I could continue fucking her, and I ran my hands down her sexy right thigh. I raised her long leg up into the air until her foot was up to my face. Holding myself inside her, I grabbed the dangling panties with my teeth and pulled them off her toes, dropping them on the floor. I resumed sliding in and out of her, slowly this time as I grabbed her ankle with both hands. I kissed the instep over and over, kissing every inch of skin. I kissed over the top of Trisha’s pretty foot, kissing down to her toes.

I’d been screwing her for a long time, but I felt the familiar tingle deep in the souls of my feet that signals an impending orgasm. I’d been tenderizing her cunt all this while; I’m not exactly sure how long. Far longer than the punk had of course, but I couldn’t hold out forever, couldn’t resist the friction much longer.

I was about to give it up to her.

I was able to summon up twenty or so more strokes before I let the fantastic feeling of cumming overtake me, and my body tensed in the last few maddening thrusts as I fired my load, forcing my sperm deep inside Trisha to mix with the punk’s earlier deposit, and some of it oozed out around my still thrusting cock and down her ass crack pushed out by my frenzied humping.

Used up for the moment, I withdrew my still hard, but slowly softening, manhood out of her pussy with a squishy sucking noise that set Andy off.

He came at us ripping off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans as he came. But it wasn’t me that he wanted a part of, so I got up out of his way.

I watched him, as with eager anticipation, he tossed his shirt aside. The other guys moved around the table their cocks all now exposed, jutting out of their pants and held firmly in their eager grips.

The punk looked at me with all sorts of newfound respect.

“Awesome, dude,” he said in an awed tone, “Damn you really nailed the bitch!”

He slammed his fist against mine, as another guy patted me on the back, while a third gave me a friendly punch in the arm.

Andy knelt down in front of his girlfriend, examining her spread thighs with his fingers. Trisha squealed in delight as he climbed on top of her, using his pole to beat on her twice-used door, slapping it firmly. She positively screamed when his hard, thick shaft pushed its way up her seething twat. He humped into her so hard that her ass lifted off the table, his tool skewering her cunt.

The other guys watched their compatriot fuck his girl, as they’d watched me do before him. One of them, now emboldened, knelt by her face and turned her head towards him. She opened her mouth automatically and moaned as he slid his smooth shaft between her waiting lips. 

She writhed and moaned deliriously as the two guys fucked into mouth and cunt at the same time.

Her lips surrounded the stiff cock pumping her face while her hips gyrated around Andy’s prick that was giving her spasming pussy such a workout.

My own cock was getting hard again, but I pulled my pants back up to give maintain a certain amount of dignity from the surroundings. The rest of the guys were pretty much all the same by now too, skin from the waist up with their hard dicks poking out of their jeans and pants. As usual I noted that I was the biggest guy by far in the room in length and thickness.

Each waiting for a turn at one of her holes. I knew I was going to have a long wait before I got another go, but the show was a reward in itself.

As the one guy shot his load into her mouth another moved to take his place.

“Hey, babe,” said the new guy, a young Asian, as he hoarsely gripped her hair, “Suck me too!”

He was a young kid with a thick accent, probably Chinese. He held onto the back of her head and he guided her face up and down his throbbing shaft.

From my place in the room, next to Carlos, I could see the muscles of Andy’s ass clench, and his balls banging off Trisha’s ass with every thrust.  Her legs curled up around his waist. I moved to the side so that I could watch his prick slide into her close-cropped black bush. She enveloped him within her on every thrust, the folds of her lips spreading to accommodate his girth and clinging to his rod as he pulled out.

Watching them fuck was making me so fucking horny to be back in his place again, even though I’d just finished my turn not less than five minutes ago. Turnabout is fair play I guess.

At the pace of his fucking though, Andy couldn’t withstand the impending ejaculation. And she was well greased and stretched by me. Like an overeager hamster he just propelled mindlessly, seeking gratification of his desire. Like the punk and I before him, his body braced itself stiffly as the final few thrusts added his cum to ours.

I noticed at that point we had been joined by two new customers: two black dudes, who stood in rapt attention at the spectacle laid out in front of them.

“Yo, what up?” said the one guy, “Came to get a part Andy. Whoa! Whose party?”

Andy walked over towards us his dick still hanging out.

“Hey, Mike,” he said to the guy closest to me, “It’s my party. My girl decided to throw a little bash for Carlos. It’s his birthday ya know.”

“Happy birthday, man,” said the other guy, nodding at Carlos.

Andy turned to me, and gave me a playful sucker punch on the left arm.

I couldn’t tell if it was just his goodwill or not. He had obviously gotten a good look at me and with the physique of a young bodybuilder, at over two hundred twenty densely muscled pounds; I was a big boy with probably twenty to thirty pounds of muscle on Andy. He was a wiry little sucker though, and I didn’t particularly fancy a black eye or bruises. How would I explain that to the girlfriend?

Fortunately he had decided that it wouldn’t be worth the trouble.

“No hard feelings dude?” I asked him.

He nodded and instead of a bust up we all laughed and joked about Andy’s good fortune at having found such a willing little whore to treat the whole place.

“Christ, just last month I saw Trisha at a club and she was such a little tight ass,” said the second black guy, “I couldn’t even cop a feel or nothing. Like a virgin. Now look at that slut go. She can’t get enough. If I had known how horny she was dude I’d a begged for a three-way man.”

Andy looked a little surprised by this, maybe more by the fact that a friend was trying to get it on with his girl.

“She may have acted uptight,” I said, “But, dude, you should feel how well she works that pussy around your dick. She’s one fine little piece of ass.”

Not that Trisha was neglected through all this chitchat, though. As soon as Andy had rolled off her, two other guys had moved into position. Both had free cocks poking out from behind their pants and they put them to work. One climbed up on top of her to enjoy the fruits of her pussy and the other bigger guy pushed the smaller guy away from her face so that he could have her suck him off.

Two other guys had moved to either side of her and each had placed one of her free hands on their exposed hard pricks. She jerked on their stony cocks and continued to suck and hump the ones pounding into her face and pussy. She was taking obscene pleasure at taking on four guys at once.

The new guys in the room yanked down their zippers too, reaching inside to drag out their cocks. 

Trisha firmly rubbed both cocks back and forth in her hand, watching one purple head and then the other enlarge from her fists; the one guy was cut, but the other guy’s cock revealing itself from around the fold of his foreskin as it slid over him. 

She pumped faster, as the guys closed their eyes in ecstasy. 

The one in her mouth was the first to groan audibly and she focused her attention on him, working firmly on him until he pulled his cock out and spurted his cream at her mouth and face, spilling onto the tops of her titties and down her neck. 

The cum set off the two guys in her grips and they jerked quite forcefully as their cocks one at a time fired off their hot loads onto her, the guy in her pussy and onto the floor.

“Hey,” said someone new who just showed up, “I heard there was a hot chick up here getting banged.”

“Man!” he said surprised after actually seeing it with his own eyes. 

“Hey, wait your turn,” the guy thrusting into her answered.

We all snickered. 

The guy working her pussy was masterful. He had smeared the wetness of her pussy juices all over her, as it ran down on her thighs and the table. His cock filled the well-used hole completely and she was obviously feasting on the fullness as he rolled her over so that she was now astride him, riding him. He continued to push up into her slowly, letting her relish the entire length of his dick before drawing back again.

It was hard to keep track of her orgasms, which left the rest of us who had taken a turn wondering what this guy had that we didn’t. Must’ve been the motion of the ocean, cause it sure as shit wasn’t his size. He was half my length.

Another guy came round her, and getting up on the table one foot on either side of the guy beneath him. His cock bobbed in front of her face and she guided the stiff rod to her mouth, then hungrily she feasted on it, feeling it slide between her lips and teeth as the cock beneath her thrust up and down in her pussy. 

The guy beneath her moaned, and rammed up harder into her and then exploded within her depths. 

“Fuck her hard, man,” the guy pumping her face groaned, “Each time you really give it to her, dude, like she takes me down so deep.”

“Can’t man,” said the guy beneath her, “I’m finished.”

They shifted places then, the spent guy moving away so that others could take their turns. She groaned in delight with each new offering of cock.

The guys took turns fucking her face, waiting for her pussy to become available. If one of them couldn’t hold back any longer, he would come in her mouth or on her.

“Oh, yeah, bitch,” one would groan as his cock swelled between her lips as he unleashed his load of sperm down her throat, “Drink my cum, you slut.” 

One softening cock would quickly be replaced by a hard one. Her mouth gooey with sperm, she couldn’t seem to swallow load after load fast enough. The guys would continue pumping her face with their tools. The guy plugging into her cunt would slam in balls-deep and groan as he came. She would cum with him, squealing around the meat stuffed down her throat while her pussy would contract around the thick, releasing cock.

She would collapse on the cum coated table in exhaustion, but as she looked around there were always more new guys eyeing her. They were all ready to do her. Then it would start all over again as they would stick their pricks up her pussy. 

Finally, when it seemed that all the employees, customers, and some of the employees from neighboring shops had all had their fill of her pussy and mouth, Andy told everyone that it was time to get back to work. It had been well over three hours, a hell of a lot longer that I had expected to wait for a relatively simple window replacement.

As Trisha finished off the last guy in her mouth, I could see her pert ass waving back up at me from across the room. Little dribbles of cum running down her thighs.

Carlos, Mike and I were the only ones left at that point who weren’t wholly satisfied.

Mike nudged me and said, “Man, you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah, dude,” I replied, “That ass is virgin, man. Hasn’t been touched by anyone.”

Carlos looked where we were looking.

“So who gets to pop the cherry?” he asked. 

We were all unsure. Our camaraderie was broken suddenly as we were put in competition with one another for the prize.

Suddenly and confidently the black dude said, “Biggest dick takes it. Agreed?”

Carlos and I looked at one another. I felt pretty confident though.

“You’re gonna wish we’d played rock-paper-scissors,” I told him.

None of us had actually taken any real notes on the others for a close comparison. We pumped ourselves up and took a look. At the end of the day the black guy was big; no doubt about it, but no where big enough. I had him beat in length and in girth. Carlos, much to his credit, came in at a respectable third.

I licked my lips in anticipation. Disappointed, but not out of the game, Mike called Trisha over and had her mount him on top of the table. He wasted no time as he lay on his back. His incredibly huge cock stood at attention between his thighs.

I ordered Trisha to straddle him and she hesitated only a moment, looking at me. Those big eyes slightly unsure of what we had in store. Needing no help from anyone she climbed on top of him and easily slid down his cock entering her well-fucked hole. I enjoyed watching her ride this bull of a cock, which she did well. However, if I didn’t get it in gear, Carlos would beat me out of the glory.

Kneeling down behind her on the table, I pushed her forward, exposing her ass. I would never be able to get inside of her unless I was slicker that I was at that moment. She was protesting at my actions, even though I had been using my fingers to explore her asshole and bring her some pleasure.

“Mike man,” I told him, “I need a little natural lube. Let me get in that pussy for a minute.”

The black dude pulled out of her cunt long enough for me to dip inside and get really wet.

When I entered her she moaned at my invasion of her pussy, but between us she was unable to move. I rammed forward into her getting wetter and slicker.

In one sudden forceful move, I pushed my index and middle finger into her ass in a testing fashion, and then I slipped my finger out, quickly positioning myself. She moaned louder as I inserted my hard cock slowly but steadily into her ass. I waited a moment, then, so I could feel my cock against her sphincter muscle, and then I allowed myself to slide out, building up a rhythm of thrusting.

The black dude wasted no time in filling up her pussy once more.

Inch after unbelievable inch of my thick, hard cock slowly forced its way in and out of her tight ass and, at the same time, this other guy’s cock continued to fuck in and out of her pussy. Her moans of pain gave way to her moans of pleasure. She felt the movement of both cocks rubbing each other through her anal and vaginal walls, and then she came again. 

I took my time to savor the moment, but eventually gave in to pleasure. Both Carlos and Mike also had their chance to go where I’d boldly gone before.

Somehow as we’d wrapped up our final fuck with Andy’s girlfriend, the guys had managed to finish the repair on my window. Everything seemed to be in order, but I noticed that Andy had added a couple hundred bucks extra over the estimated price.

I paid the bill without a question.

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