“It Was In The Cards” by Eagle1 (MMMM/f, gangbang, protitute)

Something occurred to me that day.

It stuck so clearly in my mind because it was around three o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon and I was on my way home at the time. Class had just gotten out and I was waiting at the bus stop, having just lit up a smoke and casually glanced across the street. My eye fixed on this foxy little blonde babe standing there. You see she was sorta bent over near the park bench pulling up her pantyhose. And damn if she didn’t give a shit who saw her either. The way she was standing, her perky little ass was kinda waving over at me as she shifted her weight to get the pantyhose up.

I even got a glimpse of her soft pink bits.

Mmm, she was looking good enough to eat, and well, you know how a guy’s mind wanders from thinking ‘nice ass’ to ‘wonder what she’d be like in bed?’ Well it isn’t really a big leap.

I was feeling pretty horny and the girl I was dating was away for three whole weeks.

Of those three weeks, two weeks had already passed and even a stiff breeze could’ve made me hard by that point.

The problem is that the girl I was dating could be an uppity little thing sometimes, but at the time she really had me whipped for sure. She had an excellent, tight pussy and did she know how to use it! And she didn’t believe in sharing if you know what I mean, which meant I was left with strict orders to keep my dick to myself while she was gone, and that as you can probably tell from stories is a difficult thing for me to do. But fuck me if until that point I hadn’t done exactly as she ordered. I was just aching for a good roll in the hay. I felt a little sorry for myself as I watched that ass slowly proceed down the street and around the corner, and considered it one of life’s great missed opportunities.

That’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks out of the blue. I wanted to pay for sex.

I felt a little like a kid who is suddenly told he can have anything he wants. It was so anonymous. I got a tingly feeling of anticipation and a ball of anticipation formed in my stomach. There would be no hassles, no entanglements with women, no morning after problems; all you did was just pay the bill and go. Of course, speaking to boost my ego and defend my manhood, it’s not like I was really that hard up or anything. I mean I could get a girl if I wanted a lay right? I had plenty of notches on my belt. But I’d gotten a few hookers before from time to time when the occasion demanded it while in the Marines.

Still, it was illicit and illegal. And at that point, being a law student, breaking the law seemed the most attractive part of the deal.

So that settled it.

Why not give it a shot? Chalk it up to a story to tell my grandsons. But I emphatically did not want one of those strung out, pimped out hags that you see on street corners. No, I wanted something a lot higher class. Someone who would show up as an inconspicuous entry on a credit card statement after a discrete phone call.

I could make that happen though, I had no fear.

So with this plan of action in mind, that was when another thought struck me, well it was really a train of thought, but whatever. I wanted a fantasy. It’s not like my type has too many fantasies after all. Or if we do they don’t tend to be very fancy. I’m a strong believer in getting laid, don’t get me wrong. I mean, I could imagine myself on some Caribbean island in a hot tub with a bunch of gorgeous island vixens, but I’m just as happy with a girl who lays back on the bed and wants me to do all the heavy lifting. I was in my twenties and guys in their twenties are mostly just looking for a place to deposit their load.

So, anyway, back to my train of thought.

When I got home I was horny as hell, so I settled down to surf an erotic porn site to alleviate some of the sexual tension produced from my earlier thoughts: you know by reading some erotica, looking at some porn pics, jacking off, that sort of thing.

Probably like what you’re doing right now.

Some of the stories I was reading seemed very familiar to me: the fraternity gangbangs especially. Been there, done that. Plenty of times. Pussy in college had been great and plentiful at the frat house and I kinda missed those days. Then of course there was story after story about exotic one night stands. Been there, done that too. Then my mouse stopped on one of those ‘poker’ stories. You know the ones: some guys get together for a friendly game, some male bonding, whatever, and one of the wives or girlfriends is gracious enough to spread her pussy lips open for all the lucky guys to get their rocks off.

As if that would ever happen outside of a porno.

But this is where the prostitute might come in handy. And lucky for me if I didn’t have a regular card game going with some fellow buddies of mine from school.

Ben, Joel, Nate and I had all started law school together two years before this tale begins. We just hit it off, although we were all different ages. Nate and Joel were the young’uns, just out of undergrad, and fresh-faced in their early twenties. Ben and I had both come to the law from having previous careers, such as they were. Ben, in his early thirties, had done all kinds of business stuff before deciding he wanted to be something more. I had been in my mid-twenties at the start and just finished with my time in the service.

We were all the same type. We all got talking about some hot little honey at orientation and, well, the rest is history.

Since the first week of orientation we’d been having our Thursday night poker games. It was fun, nickel and dime stuff mostly, but it was a relaxing diversion from, say, torts or contract law. In three years though nothing discussed during a game had gone any further than just talk, and since it was always a strictly boys only thing, none of our ladies ever joined us.

However, maybe we could have a little fun this week.

* * *

I did my research with a couple of guys I knew that were connected to a hotel. Most of those guys have the number of some good escort services for the benefit of their special male guests, as opposed to just dialing 1-800-HOT-BABE. I dialed up the discreet number that I’d been given and after working through the preliminaries, asked the ‘receptionist’ for a gal who could handle a full crowd.

“Mmmm, no problem, sir,” came the breathy reply, “Our girls will do anything for the right price.”

“Great,” I said, “Look, I’m kinda throwing a little party and well, not anything too wild, just a few friends right…there’s four of us altogether…but I was sort of wondering…do you have a girl who’s, well, who can maybe whip up some, well, some appetizers or whatever…you know, maybe someone who can cook?”

The woman on the other line paused for a second.

“You want someone to cook for you?” she asked, a little incredulously.

“No,” I responded hastily, “Not cook exactly, just help me make some appetizers, it’s our poker night.”

The breathy voice on the other end of the laughed out loud.

“How precious!” she said, “Honey, is your girlfriend out of town or something? There are cheaper ways to handle the hors d’oeuvres, mister, like go to the store for instance…buy some soda and chips.”

“Look, lady,” I said, “I can handle the beer and the pretzels, I just thought, you know, maybe we could have a little fun with whipped cream or something. Plus it gives me an excuse to explain why there is a girl in my apartment.”

“Well, I see,” she said, suddenly back to business, “It’s not one of the usual requests, but I think I can guarantee you someone who can at least boil water. Now what else are you looking for?”

I decided on a blonde, since that girl at the bus stop had inspired this whole thing anyway, even if I am partial to brunettes myself. Nice tits and nice ass, pretty much covered the rest anyway. What did this woman think I was doing, casting a porn movie or something? I wanted a red-blooded woman who wasn’t physically revolting, how hard can that be? Once the details were out of the way all I had to do was prepay and wait.

* * *

A day later, just like clockwork, the doorbell rang at six o’clock sharp. The woman facing me from the other side of my apartment door was really much more than even I had hoped for. She came up to my shoulder. Her hair was a beautiful honey brown sort of color, not blonde at all really, but who was complaining? Not me!

I liked this better.

She wore a long trench coat, but it was unbuttoned, and I could see underneath she was wearing a nice slinky little red number that hugged her body, showing off all the curves of her ample breasts and thighs. Oh, yeah, I thought as I surveyed the taper of her elegant thigh as it slid all the way down the back of her shapely legs.

She could see me checking her out, like I hadn’t been so obvious anyway. She smiled up at me.

“They told me to dress sexy, but elegant,” she said nonplussed, but friendly.

She swept into the apartment in slow motion, and sidled right up to me, reaching out with a finger to stroke my left nipple, and then dragged her fingers down my chest and six-pack. As ticklish as I am, I was suddenly struck with a case of the giggles.

Grinning, she murmured into my chest, moving even closer, “Do you want to just get started?”

I laughed and then realized what she must have thought. I was standing there in nothing but a towel, running late that night I had just got out of the shower only five minutes before the bell rang. Hell, my bare chest was still damp, and droplets of water were running down the muscles of my chest and abs.

“Ummm,” I said, hastily reappraising my situation, “No, darlin, tempting as it may be. I think maybe you’re too pretty to get all messed up so early. ‘Sides the boys aren’t here yet.”

“Oh,” she said taking a step back, “They didn’t mention that there’d be more than one.”

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

“Not at all,” she replied, setting her purse down on the couch and taking off her coat, looking around, “You purchased the flat rate plan.”

Out of the coat, she looked even better standing there in just the dress. Hell, she’d probably look good in anything, or out of it for that matter.

“So what was this about cooking?” she inquired with a mischievous grin, “They did mention something about snacks.”

“Well, it’s our game night…cards,” I told her, indicating the table that had the poker chips and cards laid out on it, all ready to go.

“I see,” she said sagely, and then she moved up to me, pressing right up to my chest.

“Can’t have all you boys go hungry can we?” she said, sounding very matronly, “Well why don’t you show me the kitchen?”

I walked her through the short distance from where we had been standing to the little kitchenette that off of the large dinning room/living room. The kitchen counters were stocked with all sorts of munchies for the party. Now I had partially lied, I could cook, and well. I’m not a professional chef or anything, but I had started with hobo stew in cub scouts, and my mother insisted that I learn more from there, as she had said, with all her Cajun practicality, that it would impress women.

And she hadn’t been wrong so far. But my skills, culinary or otherwise, weren’t the point of this party though.

She expertly examined the various bags and boxes on the counter.

“I think I can throw together a few odds and ends,” she told me, “When is this shindig supposed to start anyway?”

“The guys’ll be here ‘round seven-thirty or eight,” I said, “Wanna beer or something?”

She nodded and I turned around to open the fridge and pulled out two cold ones, opening them up.

“Cheers,” she said, clanking the neck of her bottle against mine, and then she took an enthusiastic and yet somehow delicate swig from the neck of the bottle as I took one as well, far less refined in my own movements. I never took my eyes off of her the whole time.

My back was against the fridge and I was thinking of someway to move us from awkward into casual, if that was possible. I needed to remind myself that this wasn’t some girl that I had met at a frat party. She was in fact going to show up as an itemized expense next month. But as if reading my thoughts she put her beer down and came up to my much bigger body, moving into me as she had done earlier.

Without any warning she placed her hand on my towel, cupping my package underneath.

“Something to look forward too,” she murmured, moving in to give me a long, hard kiss.

I had heard somewhere that professional escorts didn’t kiss. Or had that been in a movie? Well my new friend seemed to have none of those sorts of inhibitions whatsoever; she was engaged in some serious tonsil hockey.

Even if I’d wanted too I was incapable of suppressing any response. The little soldier perked right up and she pulled back feeling my bulge and smiled up at me. In a flash she was down on her knees on the linoleum floor. She unwrapped my hip-hugging towel, and my nearly ten inch boner sprang up like a hose.

“Impressive,” she murmured, “I love it when they’re big! It’s always such a pleasant surprise.”

Clearly undaunted she took hold of me with both hands proceeded to take me into her mouth, giving my cock an incredible going over. She started by laying a soft kiss on the underside at that sensitive spot near the head. And with one hand holding me steady at the base, her tongue lapped over my balls and shaft, causing all sorts of pleasant shivers to run throughout my body. Just when I thought maybe she couldn’t do one better she gently took my balls, each one at a time, into her mouth and rolled them around like they were lollipops. Then she alternated that with stroking my steely shaft and running her tongue magically over the sensitive foreskin, and then swirled her tongue around the head.

The size of my shaft didn’t faze her in the least.

Something about the criminal nature of the act made me more aroused and excited than I’d been during many a past blowjob. I was so stirred up and hard that I was actually hurting, but in a good way. She obviously had lots of practice, and of course she was not one to disappoint. Taking the head of my cock, she slowly began to deep throat as much of my length and girth as was physically possible for her to stuff inside her mouth, stretching her jaw as my cock slipped further inside. I watched it disappear inch by silky inch until she’d swallowed about half of it. As she pulled it back out her saliva clung to my dick making it shine like the top of the Chrysler Building. Her free hand worked to keep massaging my twins, and I felt so slippery and wet in the confines of her moist mouth. Her other hand slowly twisted around the base of my shaft.

I was getting hotter and hotter, and I felt my ball sack start to contract in anticipation. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to restrain myself. She continued her up and down motion on my manhood working me like the pro that she was. But she must have felt the tensing in her mouth as my balls tightened up. Suddenly I couldn’t hold back any longer, with a grunt, the feeling started low in the base of my legs and washed over me.

“Fuck,” I warned her, “I’m cumming!”

I let it all out. And I fell back against the fridge.

My cock was sunk as far back as it would fit into the warm confines of her mouth. She milked me of every last drop. And the juice poured out like a hose, spraying the back of her throat. It was an amazing sensation.

I could feel my dick going limp in record time, as if my cock had been drained of its very life force. Usually I was pretty resilient and could keep an erection pretty much straight through three orgasms without rebound time in between, but I didn’t have the strength at that moment to move, let alone cum again.

With a flip of her hand through her silky smooth hair, she stood up and took a deep chug of her beer to wash down my aftertaste.

“Mmmm, that was good,” she said causally glancing at the clock, “But I think you’d better get ready. Your friends will be here soon.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” I said, “What the hell was that?”

She gave me a real knowing shit-eating grin, then turned away to begin her preparations with the groceries.

“What the hell is your name anyway?” I asked, finally getting my breath back.

“You can call me Sheila, hot stuff,” she said with a glance over her shoulder, “Now go cover up that tight little ass.”

* * *

This was going to be one hell of a night if that blowjob had been any indication! It took me a few minutes of recovery time sitting on my bed, before I finally got my second wind and pulled some clothes on.

I decided on a pair of shorts and a tank top since I wasn’t planning on staying in my clothes all that long anyway, and it was one of those unusually hot Indian Summer nights that an early New England autumn can throw at you.

May as well be as comfortable as possible.

By the time I checked on Sheila and had given her instructions for the night, it was drawing closer to that starting point. She had made short work on the snacks and there were all sorts of good eats for us set out and ready to go.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later.

I opened it to find Nate and Joel standing waiting. They always seemed to travel in a pair for some reason. Probably ‘cause they lived in the same dorm down at the university.

“Dude,” said Nate, “You kept us waiting long enough.”

They burst into the apartment with the usual macho formalities, handshakes and some backslapping.

It was Joel who first realized something was going on though.

“Dude,” he said, in an awed sort of tone, “Who’s here man? Whose coat is that?”

“That, my friends, belongs to Sheila and she is in the kitchen.”

“Shit, man,” said Nate in a loud whisper, which was meant to convey a conspiratorial quality, but failed miserably, “Are you cheating on Lisa? You dog!”

I told them the cover story that Sheila and I had met earlier in the week and she had agreed to come over and ‘take care’ of me in my hour of need. They were young and gullible and bought it hook, line and sinker.

I introduced them to Sheila. She was clearly closer to Ben’s and my age, but she made sure she did just the right amount of flirting to turn on Nate and Joel without being a total slut. As far as they knew there was nothing unusual in her being here, except for the fact we never had girls on a poker night.

Ben as usual was running late, but soon he too showed up and before long we gathered round the table for a hand of cards. Ben took in the explanation of Sheila’s presence with a sort of knowing look, but didn’t say any more about it.

Sheila was perhaps a little more distracting than the familiar images of naked women on the well used deck of playing cards were. However, she didn’t overtly do anything to show any of us her hand, so to speak. Filling in as my perfect little hostess, she obligingly fetched snacks and beers for the first hour like we planned.

Now we four guys weren’t the types who play all night long.

There was usually a point after a dozen or so hands, depending on how many beers we had drunk at that point, where we sort of gave up on the game and started shooting the shit. Frankly, that was the magic moment that Sheila and I had been aiming for.

Considering his hand, Ben said in an offhand manner and to no one in particular, “Damn, Sheila looks good enough to eat.”

She was in the kitchen at this point, but I’m sure she heard his comment as she was meant to.

“I’ll say, bro,” said Nate enthusiastically.

“Mmmm,” said Joel, suavely, inclining his head toward the kitchen and calling out to Sheila, “I bet you’d taste real sweet after all these snacks.”

There was no response from the kitchen. From our angle at the table it seemed like she was messing with something in the cupboards.

I watched her for a minute, my attention wandering from the game. My eyes were intent on the curve of her legs up under the hem of her dress. My imagination was starting to run wild and my mind kept jogging back to our earlier encounter.

“Marc, are you gonna call the bet or what?”

I heard Ben’s voice pull me back to the game. I forced my eyes to move back down to the cards.

“Uh,” I said, unsure, “Yeah, I guess. What’s the bet?”

I fumbled for the necessary chips.

A few moments later I was out of the game. Bad luck, I guess. Or maybe not.

Sensing my thoughts Nate nudged me in the ribs, nodding to kitchen. Our eyes followed the line of Sheila’s legs up to her ass. Her legs were spread slightly as she leaned over onto the counter looking something over. Her right hand absently fiddled with her skirt, a seemingly unconscious movement, which probably indicated her impatience with us.

She bent her knees ever so slightly.

My eyes must have gotten bigger as Nate and I watched her skirt rise up and expose a good portion of her lovely ass. She was definitely not wearing panties. The creamy thighs melted into her ass and you could just see the blush of her pussy. Then she wiggled her cheeks slightly, causing Nate to groan involuntarily. Her skirt suddenly dropped back into place as she straightened up. Her ass now covered again.

Knowingly, she turned to look me in the eye and winked.

Ben’s voice seemed to come from far away, penetrating the fog, “Girl, you better stop whatever it is you’re doing or these boys aren’t gonna finish this game.”

“Can I get you guys anything?” asked Sheila, coming in from the kitchen, “More beer? Something tastier maybe?”

“I could use another beer,” said Ben, vaguely looking over his hand, “What exactly do you have left to eat?”

“Well let me see,” she said provocatively, “If the hors d’oeuvres run low I guess you could always snack on my pussy.”

Joel nearly choked on his swallow of beer.

Nate and I laughed it off as a joke as Joel’s face reddened. Ben made a dismissive sort of grunting noise.

As good as her word, Sheila came back with fresh beers. She managed to brush her tits over Nate at least once, and she came on to Joel in the process too. Ben she ignored. Then we were in the process of getting ready to deal the next round.

“Your deal,” Nate informed me authoritatively.

Sheila distracted me as she walked back into the kitchen. I heard her turn on the faucet and figured she must have been starting to wash up something that had gotten dirty in her snack prep.

“Earth to Marc,” said Ben, “Keep your dick in your pants, boy, and your mind on the game.”

“Sorry, guys,” I said, “I guess I just got a little distracted.”

“Heard that,” agreed Nate.

“I can’t believe a hot little number like that would do any of you anyway,” said Ben.

“Your mother,” said Joel, “She’s just waiting for it, man. You can smell it on her.”

I gathered the remaining cards and began my shuffle. Didn’t seem like anyone was resistant to her charms, except maybe Ben. He was pretty serious with this girl he had met a few months ago, but I didn’t think he’d pass up an opportunity like this.

I dealt and we played for a few more minutes or so. But I was too distracted by that point to continue with pretenses. Sheila was rattling things in the kitchen at this point and I figured she was getting bored by now. And so was I. Really, when you’re a hooker there is only so much waiting you can do even if you are getting paid for it. Besides, I think she wanted the action as much as I did.

My cock began to grow in my shorts, just thinking about her.

“Do you need any help?” I asked shouted into the kitchen.

Nate and Joel looked at me and then at each other, not sure where I was going with this one.

“Yeah,” she called back, “I’d like that.”

“I think I’ll fold on this round,” I told the guys, “I need a break.”

I looked around the table at the expectant faces, wondering how to broach the subject. I figured it was best to just get it on.

“What are you gonna do?” asked Nate.

“Let’s just see what happens,” I said, getting up, “Maybe we’ll all get lucky.” 

“Whatever, man,” said Joel.

“That’d be sweet,” whispered Nate, “I’ll take a piece of that.”

Excusing myself I got up and went into the kitchen. I figured I must have been visible to at least Nate and Joel from where they were sitting. As I walked I pulled down my shorts and underwear. My thick dick was pointing out in front of me and I primed it with my right hand as I walked in.

“What the fuck!” I heard Joel exclaim.

But my attention was focused on the woman.

“Now we’re talking,” she told me, watching me walk up to her at the sink, “You got a permit for a gun like that?”

“Oh, yeah, darlin,” I informed her with some certainty, “This is Grade A, American meat and I’m gonna fuck you with it ‘till you can’t see straight.”

“I can’t wait,” she sighed, “You better make good on that promise. I’ve been dying for that cock fall night.”

By this time she let her hand wander down to play with her pussy, pulling up the hem of her skirt and exposing those shaved lips to me.

“I think maybe that thing goes down here,” she said in a schoolgirl voice.

I moved up to her and my thick dick was so close to her pussy lips that I could feel the heat emanating off of them.

“Just watch and learn little girl,” I said.

Using my strong arms, I lifted her up in the air like she weighed nothing and positioned her over my cock. I pulled her further up still until she was at a point where I could easily enter her pussy. Her wet cunt lips left a wet slick coating on the underside of my dick as her pussy slid against my cock and I noticed that her greasy juices had been running down her thighs in anticipation. I let her weight down gently, and wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her, so that my free hand could position my shaft at the entrance to her hole. I set her bottom to rest on the edge of the countertop for balance and we both looked down at my cock. She moaned and I groaned as we watched and felt my thickness push her lips aside and soon I was slowly sliding up between her vaginal lips, my strong hips pushing past the resistance of her flesh. Her pussy was damp and that helped lubricate my passage. I had to pull in and out a couple time to get inside.

But then suddenly, surprisingly, my dick wedged itself as far as her flesh would allow. And I stared in awe of the spectacle of her full pussy and the way the flesh wrapped around my dick.

 “Awwww, fuck baby,” I groaned, “You’re so fucking tight!”

She responded by letting out an ecstatic moan.

“Fuck me with that big dick!” she said.

No longer necessary for positioning my cock, my free hand went up to her breasts and stroked them through the material of her dress. Her nipples were firm and hard under my fingers. She rocked her hips back and forth, around my cock sliding, encouraging me to start sliding in and out of her. I felt her wet, hot cum around my shaft, ready to ease my strokes. But I felt so powerful inside her, so big and thick, like the Incredible fucking Hulk. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she leaned back.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, “Please….”

I couldn’t just yet. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for just a couple more seconds, so I slowly pulled out of her, leaving a very large, very empty void from my passing. She gasped at the emptiness. Then I ran the tip of my cock up and down those wet lips, teasing her, reveling in my power and the heat of her hole. I fucking loved watching my head manipulate those swollen lips and that tight little slit of hers. Then, needing to feel her sheath my sword again, I pushed forward, watching as her slit sucked me inside slowly. Warmth engulfed my dick even hotter than before, and then I was inside her, having penetrated her in one stroke.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed, “So…fucking…big…ahhhhhhhhh.”

Now I wanted to fuck her. Really fuck her.

“He’s fucking her,” I heard someone say behind me, but I couldn’t tell who.

Placing my hands on either side of her on the countertop, I began to fuck her in earnest. And I started using long, slow strokes. My hammer filled her fully and then pulled out almost the entire length, before moving back up that hungry hole again.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she started to moan rhythmically with each thrust.

She may have been doing a good job acting, but her impending orgasm felt real in the muscles of her vagina stretched around my dick. I loved the feeling of stroking her with my long cock, gliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt. I felt her juices run warmly down my balls and instinctively felt her orgasm.

When the throws of it hit her she stretched her feet and wrapped her legs behind my thrusting ass as she tried desperately to regain control of herself. As she came, I watched her expression, my face close to hers, as I fucked her ever harder. Her face was clenched and she was trying to stifle her moans.

Then I felt her feet rest on my thrusting ass. I clenched my powerful ass muscles to get every bit of leverage and I loved the way she wrapped around my ass as I drove my mighty rod into her.

“Fuck darlin,” I grunted, “You are so good.”

“I’d do you again even if I wasn’t getting paid,” she whispered, moaning in my ear.

Then I knew I was going to lose it. That comment went straight to my ego.

This woman was too fucking hot and too fucking sexy. Her pussy was clenching on my dick. And I heard the guys talking behind me, their muttered comments getting louder as my thrusting became, more intense and I knew that the guys were totally absorbed in the pornographic scene before them.

“I think they’re ready for you,” I whispered into her ear, between grunts. 

“Did you tell them flat out?” she asked me, voice husky with the passion she must have felt in her quivering hips.

“No, but I think they’re getting the general idea of it,” I groaned, “They’ll be receptive.” 

Knowing the guys were watching me just got me going real bad, my balls hung so low and I was so horned. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders to engage in maximum thrusting. 

The tingling started in my toes like it always does when I’m fucking standing up. She was really into the movement, but she wasn’t cumming again yet. But soon I was. I couldn’t hold out another minute. I felt my balls, the pressure had built up beyond all endurance. And I did a few more power thrusts, and Sheila cried out as my thighs slapped against hers. Deep down in my balls, the flood loosened and I pumped my load deep up my long dick, readying for the cannon fire from my boner. Before it came I pulled out of her hot vagina, and grabbed my big dick as it jerked, spraying a long stream of cum out the end. It landed on the bottom of where her red skirt was hiked up to. Then I groaned and grunted as more semen shot out and onto her inner thigh near the opening of her pussy. Then I came some more, less powerful this time. The majority of it hit her pussy, some of it dripped down onto the floor.

Sheila grabbed my dick with her hand, squeezing another few drops out of the top and onto her hand. She smiled at me and I kissed her. She continued to hold my cock as we kissed for a moment.

“Okay,” she said loudly, “Who’s next? I want it fast and rough tonight boys.”

Nate spoke up first, “I won the last game, why don’t you give me a prize for it?”

“Works for me,” she said, as I pulled her up off my dick and set her down on the floor.

As she moved out of the kitchen she pulled her dress over her head in a devil may care move and flung it to the side. Then she took off her bra, letting her tits spill down. She hadn’t been wearing any panties and now all she was wearing were her nylons and high heeled shoes.

By the time she reached Nate she was in all her full frontal naked glory.

“So baby,” she inquired patting the top of the table, “Where do you want to do this? Right here or on the couch?”

“Right here baby,” said Nate, grabbing his dick through his jeans.

We watched as Sheila kneeled and unzipped Nate’s shaft from his jeans, swallowing up his cock into her mouth, fitting it in nicely. She didn’t squirm or choke when he pushed her face all the way down to his balls. And then he let out a long low groan that I recognized so well from my earlier encounter with her mouth. Her head bobbed quickly on his throbbing cock and she made very short work of him, as he placed his hand on her head forcing her to take in all the cum he was shooting into her throat.

This didn’t slow her down in the least. After the last of Nate’s orgasm, Sheila finished with her work on his dick took a swig from his beer to wash it down.

“Oh, God!” she said longingly, “My pussy is just aching for more dicks.”

To emphasize the seriousness of her plight, she brushed the table free of the items on top of it with one clear movement of her arm, and hopped up onto the table, spreading her legs wide and exposing her wares to the room.

I laughed out loud as Ben and Joe unzipped their flies in unison. But unluckily for Ben, Joel was closer and she reached for his thick cock first, pulling him right up to waiting mouth. Ben was older and wiser though, and experienced enough to be prepared. He knew where the best part was and he quickly pulled her over to the end of the table so that her freshly fucked pussy was waiting to be aligned with his hungry stick. I’d not only loosened her twat, but thoroughly lubricated it as well. Ben pushed his dick inside her oiled hole with no preliminaries, and began to thrust, picking up speed as he went. In the background Nate pulled off his shirt and wasted no time in stripping off his jeans.

I was getting pretty boned again and moved to stand next to Nate.

“Dude,” I said, “That’s some fine pussy.”

“She’s got a fine mouth too,” he responded.

I grabbed my dick and started jacking it as Nate began jacking off his exposed meat as well.

“Nice, tight pussy,” agreed Ben, dick still thrusting.

Sheila let out a muffled moan around Joel’s dick.

“Man,” he said, “She can suck. Why can’t my girlfriend suck like this?”

Nate moved into a position close to the other side of her face, rubbing his dick against her cheek with insistence, trying to take her attention away from Joel.

“Suck my dick,” again he begged her.

“You’ve had a turn,” said Joel.

Finally, unable to ignore him, Sheila proceeded to alternate sucking him and Joel off, giving each a few minutes at the same time. Each unrelentingly pushed their dicks into her face, eager and demanding; and Sheila started using her free hand to stroke the cock that wasn’t in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Ben continued thrusting his dick into that hole. After a few minutes I noticed his thrusting become ragged and uneven, and he began to grunt loudly with each thrust.

And soon the look on his face told us that he had just filled the inner walls of her pussy his seed.

He backed away, pulling his dick out with a popping sound and stood back stroking it, and since Nate was then in her wonderful mouth. Joel took advantage of the empty space between her thighs to get take up his place there and fill the waiting void. In one swift thrust he too was soon balls deep inside Sheila. She was orgasming again with all the attention being paid to her cunt, which had been provided by our three cocks. And I could see the spasm in her hips, which was easily confirmed, for those who might doubt, by one glance at Joel’s face as it contorted in pleasure with the sensations occurring around his dick.

The swollen head of Nate’s cock pulled out of her mouth just as he spurted his creamy load onto her face and tongue, which Sheila swallowed quickly and eagerly. But she drained any remaining cum before he got away, and cleaned the gooey mess from around his shaft with her lapping tongue. Then his shrinking cock slipped away from her mouth.

Nate had now had two orgasms, Ben and I one and Joel was bound to have one soon as he thrust into that waiting pussy. I was pretty horny again standing there, watched the three of them get off without me.

Joel let out a whoop of excitement, thrashing into her hips, as she screamed in delight. Her clenching pussy was doing on number on Joel’s staying power and he finally squirted inside her, adding his cum to Ben’s.

Each of the guys had in turn slumped onto their seats with eyes glazed in contentment. She got up and took another couple swigs of beer, and went into the kitchen to find a dishtowel to wipe her face off with.

Somewhat cleaned up, she wasted no time moving into the living room area. And we sat there like trained dogs stroking our boners.

“How about a show?” she suggested.

Sitting on the couch she began to fucking her pussy with her fingers. And we cheered her on enthusiastically as she apparently brought herself to an orgasm three times with her own fingers. But none of us really wanted to eat out her pussy as it was filled with cum, but she didn’t seem to mind that particular oversight on our parts. Motioning Nate over with her hand, as the only one who hadn’t had vaginal intercourse with her yet, she had him sit on the couch so that she could straddle him with her pussy. I had a good vantage point of his slender cock sinking deep and out of her moist flesh. His dick had a thick coating of shiny juices on it every time he pulled out, so that it shown glistening in the light of the room.

“What a tight cunt,” Nate growled.

I got really hard thinking about it and moved up behind her, pushed her forward into Nate’s face. He had to stop thrusting momentarily as I got into position. Without much preamble I sank my meat inch by tender inch into the tight crevasse of her ass. She settled back against me, straddling the both of us. Nate groaned feeling what I think was probably his first time experience with this particular sensation of double penetration in pussy and ass. I used one of my hands to massage her clit and her pussy lips as they contracted around Nate’s shaft. Slowly the three of us got a rhythm going as we impaled her on our poles.

I could feel the stiffening of Nate’s cock through the wall of her ass, and with his body gone rigid he pumped out his third load of the evening. Her ass was tight, but I’m a sucker for the way a pussy covers a cock like a glove. And I love sloppy seconds, or was that fourths or fifths by this point?

“I need some of that wet pussy,” I told them and I sat down on the couch next to them, so that Sheila could move from Nate’s cock to mine, and straddle me with her cunt like the action had never stopped. I easily had the biggest dick in the room by several inches and I knew she wanted it insider her again.

And that cunt was so wet and full of juices.

Joel, younger and hungrier than Ben, moved in to fill up the empty space I had left in her gaping ass. She leaned forward to begin a long hearty make out session with me. Our tongues moved in time to the motion of our thrusting cocks. I felt up her luscious tits.

Joel shuddered quickly and exploded inside her. I motioned to Ben to come over. I could see that Ben had a nice thick cock. In a completely hedonistic, and homoerotic, moment I instructed him to move it into her cunt with mine. I want to make her pussy super tight. And surprisingly Ben agreed, positioning himself on the couch, and slowly brought his dick to bear.

Although in all the discussion about the night afterwards that part was never spoken of.

Tightly and patiently we maneuvered together until we forced our way up inside her pussy together, allowing it to adjust slowly to accommodate our size. Then we pumped awkwardly until we established our rhythm together. She turned her head around so that she and Ben could start a make out session together, their tongues entwining in front of my face. The stimulus was so much, feeling him pulsing against me, that I soon loosed my load up her cunt. Though I stayed hard inside there, feeling Ben rubbing against me. He pumped hard banging inside against her cunt walls and my still hard dick. In a few minutes he too shuddered and released. I could feel all the juices coat us both, sticky and wet running down onto my balls.

So there we were, all sort of sitting there in the post orgasmic haze of the orgy. Nate and Joel already had their erections back watching the last performance.

Sheila, not tired in the least, went over to Joel, and dropped to her knees in front of him. Licking the base to his cock like an ice cream cone. Finally, she took hold of the base, pulled his cock into her mouth and gave him head as good as that she given earlier. She wrapped her lips around the head and then forced her head all the way onto it. Her lips were buried in his pubic hair. She began to do that over and over, starting slow and then pumping furiously. Joel’s hips bucked as he drove his cock down her throat. With a loud cry, Joel put his hand at the back of her head and held her on his cock as he came. We could see her throat furiously swallowing his cum. She pushed back, letting his cock slide from between her lips. 

“Oh, God! That was good,” breathed Joel, “Mother fucking son of a bitch, that slut can give head!”

Sheila still held onto his cock and rubbed it on her cheeks and lips. Her eyes were glazed as she squeezed every bit of cum from his shaft, licking it up until the once steely shaft had gone completely limp. 

Not to be outdone though Nate asked her to join him on my carpet. She moved dutifully over.

She looked over Nate’s solid cock that was now oozing precum steadily. She held him and fondled his instrument as they lay splayed out on the floor. 

“Fuck me!” she said, “Fuck me good and hard.”

Nate rolled her over onto her knees and got up behind her. Nestling his cock up into her well stretched pussy. I don’t know if Ben and I had done a number to her hole or not, but Nate didn’t complain as he stroked in and out. He gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him rather than just thrusting inside.

“More,” she called out, “Faster! Deeper! Harder! Fuck me!” 

He began to stroke in earnest. Her cunt lips were grabbing at his shaft, and he reached under her to play with her tits. He kneaded them in time to his thrusting. She began a deep moaning that turned into screams as he went faster and faster.

She screamed in protest if he slowed down.

We were all stroking ourselves again, called together in time to her moaning. With a last powerful thrust Nate fired off and let go. She fell forward with the momentum, gasping for air.

At this point I wanted to put it in any hole she had available. I couldn’t remember ever being quite so horny.

I sat down in a chair and motioned for her to come over.

My cock projected out from my lap, and I lifted Sheila’s ass onto my cock. Ben in the waiting stepped in to fill up her empty cunt. Together we finished off both her and the evening.

Getting the most for the money, she blew anyone who still wanted it later that night, until we all lounged, spent, against the furniture. I arranged a good tip and then, like the professional she was, she cleaned herself up, fixed her hair, put on her coat and went out the door, never to be heard from again.

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The whole evening felt so good. But I was drained though. I didn’t even jack off again until my girl Lisa got back from her trip. The guys found out the whole truth later that night after Sheila had left, and even chipped in to help pay.

They were so jazzed about the whole experience they didn’t really give a shit. And I fulfilled my fantasy. But it seems surreal in the light of day, as most really good orgies do.

Although I remembered reality well enough when I saw that month’s credit card statement.

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