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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Sex Filled All Night Bus Trip by LaPetiteMort (address withheld) *** On a long over night bus ride, a true cum slut gives a teenage boy his first sex, starts a teenage girl on her wild sex-filled life by having her fuck her dad and then, as a "Thank You," her female student arranges for her to have more cock than she can handle. (FfmM, ped, 1st, oral, size, orgy) *** While waiting for the bus in Portland going to San Francisco, I was remembering how I got to this point. My boyfriend of the last year and a half had gotten stale. We had hot wet sex for six months. I guess I kept thinking the thrill would come back. Just like the last few times, it didn't and good sex is the main thing I want in my relationships. I like it spontaneous, wild and dirty - strange for a pretty woman like me. In street clothes, I look like a shapely woman with big breasts and the mother of teenagers. Inside, I'm the female every mother told her son not to bring home. Sitting across from me at the station was a tall, thin boy of about fifteen. His skin had not cleared up yet and his moves were gangly. His eyes were locked on some girls who were obviously from a local modeling school. His jeans were tight in the crotch. He kept trying to get comfortable but he couldn't shove his hand down his pants and uncurl the virgin cock he had been so lovingly jacking off since he was eleven. I doubt that he had ever had a date, definitely not with a beauty like he was eying or a woman, like me, who knew what she was doing. It was early evening when we loaded onto the bus. The young boy was still looking over his shoulder at the girls as they got on a different bus. Our bus was only a third full. He sat near the back and I sat in the seat across the aisle from him. I needed to suck a cock and I needed to cum. We were all finally settling in by the time we had made our first stop and were just leaving Salem. It was dark. This leg of the trip would be long between stops. My underage target kept scanning for the privacy to take out his cock and jack off. I thwarted him several times. Finally, I smiled at him and moved from my seat to the empty one beside him. "Looks like you have a problem between your legs tonight. Turn off your overhead light." There are some advantages to not being a tall woman. I opened his legs wide, stepped between them and slid down onto my knees in front of the speechless young man. I watched his wide glistening unbelieving eyes while I unzipped his jeans and fished out his tortured, twisted, pre-cum soaked cock. Every muscle in his body tightened and he rose a couple of inches off the seat when my right hand used his pre-cum to twist around his helmet, squeeze it and then lower my face to push it between my almost closed lips. I wanted this to last but when I reached to cup his balls they were already tight up against his body. We hadn't met. He didn't know what to call me or what to say. His hands tentatively touched my head to make sure I did not pull away but he pulled them back, not knowing what to do. His cock was long but thin. I teased the best I could with his hair trigger. I needed to get off too. My virgin wanted to see what my other hand had retrieved and what it was doing. The noise of the bus' engine hid the sound of my pocket rocket from him. I wondered if he knew what one was. A wave of pleasure rippled through me as my toy buzzed my clit. His cock lurched as I bobbed on his shaft. I was not near release but I knew from experience that he was. I leaned forward, pushing his cock slowly over my tongue and letting it nestle against the opening of my throat. He groaned loudly and his body trembled. When I was a pre-teen, I conquered my gag reflex. My head lowered pushing his slippery shaft deeper; he uttered some unintelligible words. Another slow push and his cock slipped down my throat and my lips pressed into his pubic hair. I could smell that he had not prepared for this encounter. His cock lurched again launching his first virile rope deep into my throat to flow directly into my stomach. I moved my hand from his balls to feel my own neck and his boy cock dance half way down my throat. I wanted to taste his cum but feeling the throbbing bulge inside me was too exciting. Another surge of pleasure went through my body but I knew, this time, I would be frustrated. When my lover's ass settled into his seat, he had pumped a big load but his youth still had him hard and he found just enough strength to find another surge for me. I drew back and tasted him and pulled the last of his cum out of his shaft to puddle on my tongue. Light flickered by. In it, I opened my mouth to show him his cum. I stared directly into his unblinking eyes and I swallowed to give him a good memory of his first blowjob. I wiggled out of my cramped space, leaving his softening cock hanging out of his fly. I sat down on the seat next to him with my hand still in my pants. With his last ounce of strength, his eyes pleaded with me and whispered, "I have never watched a woman climax." My pocket rocket stayed buzzing inside me, when I pulled my hands free so they could open my pants and push them and my soaked panties down around my ankles. The young man's hand trembled as he reached out to touch my bare thigh. He could not see in the darkness. "Turn your light on very dimly and watch me." An older lover would also want to see my face but he positioned the light directly on my glistening shaved, swollen, red, wet pussy. I opened it for him and my little toy came out for my guidance. My seat mate groaned. His right hand was jacking off his now revitalized cock. I wanted it again but my vibrator was winning against my clit. I splayed my legs wide. He put his trembling hand high on my thigh but was too inexperienced to know what else to do. I was getting close. One of my legs hooked across his knee and pulled, spreading me even wider. He could see my wetness on my toy, my hands and trickling down my pussy toward my ass. His hand and my leg across his, told him when my body began to contract and my hips began to thrust all on their own. The middle two fingers of my toy free hand were pressing and rubbing against my g-spot. I seldom squirt but I could feel the tell-tail signs building deep in my womb. Every muscle in my body began to tighten and tremble in time with my fingers. Contractions began to ripple through me. Pleasure built and my soul flew into the clouds. My eyes closed but I could see white and red flashes. My body strained off the seat. The sensitivity was too much and I jerked my fingers away. An arch of my cum splattered against the back of the seat in front of me. Ever so slowly I recovered. My seat mate had not inhaled, exhaled or blinked in ten minutes. His mouth was hanging open. I took my wet fingers and painted his lips and tongue. I felt his fingers tentatively feel around and slip just inside my pussy then trail up to find my clit. I was very sensitive so I clinched my teeth to endure his touch. I liked knowing my experienced cunt would forever be the first he ever touched. My mind returned. I needed to move. This space reeked of sex and I needed to wash up. Just holding my slacks together, I stood to head for the bathroom. There looking at me from the seat in front of where I was originally sitting were two large lust filled, very young female eyes. She had watched everything. As I hurried to the rest room, I noticed she was sitting next to a sleeping man. He was big, handsome and a little older than me. My slacks were wet. I put my soaked panties in my pocket. I peed and recovered in the bathroom. When I came out, a perfect thirteen year old, Megan Fox look- a-like was standing there to talk to me, "I wish I had the courage to do what you just did. I'm horny all the time but can't do things to make it better." "Are you a virgin?" "No." She was tall, thin, had waist length brown hair and a good tan. Her nipples stood rigid against the white blouse she had tied below her firm breasts. Her hip hugger jeans left her belly button exposed. I was still very, very horny. I wanted to suck it and lick her pussy. "Is the man you are sitting with your father?" "Yes." "Sit behind him. Watch me turn him on. Play with yourself and then do what I tell you." I sat down next to dad, "All the good looking men on this bus are sleepy." That roused him up and he did a double take, wondering who I was and where his daughter was. I whispered, "It's dark on the bus. Can I rub your cock?" Of course, I did not wait for an answer. His resistance was only a token. His legs opened and I found a thick, soft but hardening piece of meat. I whispered into his ear all the wonderful things I would like for him to do to me with his big dick. I asked him, "Would you mind if I use it and come on it more than once?" He was hard now. He let me unbuckle his belt and get his pants and boxers down below his knees. He helped me get in position to begin giving him a hand job while I knelt in the adjacent seat hovering my lips over his cock. "You have a big one. I can get it down my throat and up my pussy but I don't think it will fit in my ass." His eyes showed that he could not handle all that information. He started to say something. I cut him off, "You have to stay quiet and not look at me or I'll go sit with a different sleeping man." I gave him my wet panties to touch and smell while I took the case off the little pillow he had against the window. I tied it around his head to cover his eyes. I leaned across him and quietly told his daughter, "Here's your chance to learn. Take off everything you have on below the waist." The big man was most appreciative of an anonymous hand job from a pretty woman. When I lowered my head and sucked him into my mouth, he groaned like a man whose wife never does that for him. In a couple of minutes, I raised the arm separating the seats and moved him to the center. He would have done anything for me at that point. I reached over the seat and motioned for his daughter to watch. She was already struggling not to pant and was allowing my recent young conquest to rub between her legs. I got the big man close twice and he reached for me in complaint when I pulled away the second time. His cock was wet, swollen, red and throbbing with need. His daughter watched its every twitch with mounting lust. "No touching either or I will quit." Again, I started doing what I do so very well, giving head. Now his daughter was biting the top of the seat to stay quiet. I guessed the teenage boy now had his fingers in her. I moved away, motioning for her. I'm sure, she thought she was going to take my place and give her daddy a blow job. Instead, when I had her on her knees in the seat beside him, I pushed her leg across him so she would be facing him. She was off balance enough that she had to straddle her dad. My experienced hand held his cock up-right and guided it between her not very objecting slippery lips. Dad's groan was loud. I put a finger to his lips and said, "Shusssss." His daughter must have tightened because she barely had the head inside her. I rubbed her clit and pushed down on her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with lust, panic and the universal fantasy of every young girl. She let some of her weight down, he broke the rules, saying, "Oh, yes." She was pleasing her daddy. What more could any thirteen year old girl want. I slid my hand down to cup his balls. They were large, hung freely and were full of semen for his daughter. I loved the idea that he might impregnate her, not even knowing he was fucking his daughter. In moments, she learned to shift her hips so her thrusts pushed the top of his cock along her clit as it slowly stretched her going deeper with every stroke. She no longer needed my help. Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened and a little saliva trickled out of the side of her mouth. I whispered to him, "Will you kiss me while you fuck me and cum inside me?" My panties had wet his face. Their scent had overloaded his sense of smell. He was blindfolded. I was close enough to touch him and he could hear me. He was so turned on; he did not want any negative thoughts that would keep him from his release. He took a tentative kiss and then licked his daughter's lips; then I watched as father and daughter learned to French kiss passionately. All I had to do was watch and keep rolling his lovely balls in my hand because I wanted to. That gave me time to see the teenage boy crouched by my legs in the aisle watching the big man's cock stretch its way into his daughter. Again I opened and pushed my pants down but this time spreading my legs so I could guide the thin young virgin's head forward so his lips and tongue could lick my still needy wet cunt. I taught his fingers to thrust into me. The steady roar of the Greyhound's engine masked the squishing, sucking noises. In time, he would be an expert. He was good now. He had his cock out jacking off. Beside me, the young pussy had taken all the cock it could take. The big man was sweating, using all his efforts to hold back and please the woman ridding him. The first thing to happen was I felt the young boy cum on my ankle. Shot after shot was hot, coating me and running down into my low cut shoe. Next I came hard, curling over the eager head and tongue and trapping the excited fingers that did not want to stop thrusting into me. My new female student was considerate. She waited for me to recover before she identified herself. She wrapped her arms around her father's neck, put her lips next to his ear, thrust a few times and said, "Oh, yes, Daddy." Even if he recognized his daughter's voice, he was too far into his own climax to stop. I knew the contractions of his body meant he was pouring his cum into his daughter. It was beautiful watching father and his thirteen year old having sex the first time but it was life altering to watch them cumming at the same time, sharing the ultimate pleasure with each other. Before they finished, I pushed the teenage boy back to his seat, adjusted myself and returned to mine. I heard a lot of whispered conversation between the unlikely couple in the seats in front of me. The big man did not seem too surprised or too shocked when he took off his blindfold. Neither he nor his daughter seemed too eager to move apart. They shared more tongue, passion filled kisses. In fact, he must not have softened; the young sexpot began to move again. She smiled at me, shook her head, "Yes" and then closed her eyes slowly while she hugged and fucked her "Daddy." I quit watching the new lovers after they came again. They stayed with her sitting on him. I thought she had gone to sleep but when she snickered, I knew that tickling, pleasant, silly sensation well. His cock had softened and slipped out of his daughter. She was feeling open, satisfied and her daddy's cum was trickling out of her well-used gaping pussy. About mid-night, we made our only other stop for the night. All that was open was a couple of fast food joints, an adult book store and the bus station. We all could get out and stretch our legs. "Daddy's Girl" caught up with me, "Thanks, I now have one reliable, discrete way to keep my problem under control. Do you get crazy horny like that?" "All the time but I like to give head to strangers and do wilder things than you have thought about yet." After some more small talk, I didn't see her until we got ready to board again. As I boarded, I saw her talking to one of six forest fire fighters who were going home after two months living with only men in line camps. She handed him a bag. I thought it unusual that she, her dad and the young boy moved forward a few seats and the firefighters sat in the back surrounding me. One hunk of a guy, the one with the bag, scooted me over and sat in the dark seat with me. I couldn't see his face but I could feel his need and what he wanted from me. We had hardly cleared the station when he spoke, "Your little friend tells me you like to give head to strangers, no strings attached. She bought you this and I have five friends with me. None of us have been with a woman in more than two months. Think you can satisfy us? Your friend gave us some rather specific instructions." I was shocked, turned on and not very articulate at that moment, "Instructions?" "Secrets, but also, rules not to hurt you, let your jaws get too tired, force you and to stop if you say, "No." I was intimidated. I hadn't gotten a look at any of these guys. This leg of the trip would be dark. Even darker because I noticed my "dates" were pulling down the window shades. I tried to object, "This is too much. We'll attract the attention of the driver and all get into trouble." "I thought this was your thing. The driver is taken care of. The only other passengers are way up front." I liked his voice. He sounded strong and opinionated. He knew what he wanted and liked being male. He continued, "There are six of us. We are hoping you can give each of us a blow job to relieve some of the pressure. If you are up to a second round or want something different it is ok with us. You had better check your bag." He held a small flash light for me to check the contents of my bagged presents. It contained, two dozen condoms, a full size high end "Rabbit" vibrator with extra batteries and some smaller batteries for my pocket rocket. As I hesitated, my seat partner stood, said, "Maybe this will help you decide" and took off his pants. I really couldn't see it but his mostly hard cock was inches in front of my face. I could smell it, feel the heat from it and feel it drawing my lips to it. He was clean and smelled good. My hand instinctively found the shaft and my fingers closed around it. My thumb pushed his slippery pre-cum all around the tightly swollen helmet. He did not touch my head. His cock just grew and slowly pushed between my lips. His hips gently leaned forward, implanting half of his eight thick inches into my now very horny mouth. I sucked eagerly and licked all around the ridge of his circumcised, rock hard cock. I felt his heart beat with my tongue. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "That is wonderful. Your mouth is talented. If you want us to put on condoms, just say so." "Not just yet." It might have been two months for this man but he was used to having his cock sucked and he knew a woman's touch. He knew how to slow himself down and speed himself up. He stopped me from sucking him to help me take my bottoms off and get my toys ready. Then he won me forever by saying just one word, "Please." His chest and legs were hairy but his pubic hair and balls were shaved. I had never had a cock fit so perfectly in my mouth or taste so good. I even liked his cologne. I forgot about the other five men. I wanted this cock in my mouth all night and its owner seemed perfectly capable of controlling it all night. All too soon, he leaned forward again and whispered, "You should finish me and give some of the other guys a chance. Long, slow, tight strokes should do it. Use your hand as an extension of your mouth, if you want me to finish more quickly." My mind rebelled, fuck him and his suggestions. I'd show him. He groaned like a pleading little boy when I pushed his fat cock into my throat and swallowed, sucking it deeper. I pulled his shaft out to breathe. I felt strings of our combined wetness drape and fall free from between his cock and my lips. His voice was weaker now. He steadied himself on the back of my seat but could still think about me, "Don't forget yourself while you are pleasing me." He regained some control while I toyed with my new Rabbit vibrator. It buzzed, rotated, stretched into me nicely and its little ears flopped around my clit in competition with my rocket. He knew when I dropped my hips to take more of my vibrator into my body. Somehow, in the darkness, the head of his cock found my lips again and pushed in to wait for my tongue to tease it. I thought I had won this undeclared war for control when his cock began to jerk. I pushed it into my throat again but it felt too good and my clit began to tingle and my sheath stretched along with my throat. I came and came hard. Before my climax subsided this lovely cock pulled out of my throat and began filling my mouth and taste buds with smooth, sweet and salty cum, lots of it. I could feel some of it on my chin when he moved away. I swallowed but the last of his cum coated my tongue. My cunt was still throbbing when a second cock with a bend to the right was there begging for attention. It was so needy. I sucked to please it. I sucked hard to time its release with my vibrating, sensitive pussy. This cock came, quickly, without much volume and its cum smelled a little like chlorine. A third cock bumped into my cum covered lips asking permission to enter. Its owner felt me touch my jaw muscles. They needed a rest. A pleasant voice said, "Keep your lips together and your tongue so my cock can push across it. You don't have to suck. Just let me use your mouth." I did as I was told. It wasn't long before I felt his hand jerking his cock to help himself cum. When he was almost there, he pulled out, pulled me by my bra hard enough to make a little pocket between my sweaty skin and the soft material. His rigid cock slipped into that pocket. He continued to thrust. His fist tightened at his shaft's base, making the head bulge. His entire body groaned, his hand trembled telling me he was begging for release. I brought my right, pussy juice soaked hand to touch his, giving my permission. He pumped his hot cum into my bra coating my breast and making his softening cock's thrusts tickle across my nipple. The forth cock had instructions to let my jaws rest too. He followed the same course but filled my left bra cup and then brought his softening cock to my lips for me to drain the last few drops onto my taste buds by pulling the now more pliable tube. Gentle hands cupped my face and gently pulled the last of his cum out of his softening cock. He leaned over, kissed my hair and said, "Thank you, that's my favorite part." My next cock was young, hard, average and fast. I was almost dissatisfied when he came in my mouth and I swallowed I was disappointed, but only for a few moments. A very tall figure loomed over me in the darkness. The voice was deep, kind and obviously African-American, "Sugar, you're not going to be able to suck this. Just sit on my lap, let my cock poke up between your legs, use it against your clit and give me a hand job from a white woman I'll remember." I was tired but wanted to get through at least one round of satisfying these men. The tall guy moved me easily and I sat on his lap and opened my legs. I did not feel his cock standing rigidly between my thighs for attention. I reached down and found out why. It was too long, too wide and too heavy to stand, no matter how hard it got. It was easily ten inches long and wider than two inches. It wasn't even hard. I had never touched a cock like that. A girlfriend of mine had a dildo given to her as a joke and it wasn't this big. I tried to speak but my throat was dry. Someone handed me a beer. I downed half of it and asked, "Can you get a condom on that thing." "Think so, Missy, but you gotta help." I held the weapon upright and its owner rolled on the condom. It only reached half way. I pressed the big pole tightly against my pussy. I held it tight to me and rocked until my wet swollen pussy lips were open and spread around its shaft; then, I closed my legs tightly, capturing the mighty organ with my thighs. Still more than a hand's width rose above my closed legs. It pulsed with his heart beats. I bounced and used my hands to pleasure this man and to experiment with this massive cock. He seemed appreciative; but there was something I had to know. I opened my legs and stood guiding its head to my pussy's opening. It occurred to me that my pussy had not been used tonight or for a week, by a real dick. He let me do all the work. When I got the head inside me, he was hard; his cock got thicker in the middle. I pushed down. It slid in until it hurt. I felt around his shaft; I had taken less than half. Damn, I could do better than that. I lifted one leg to get more weight pressing down onto it. Still, my body did not open enough for it to go in. I lifted my other leg so all my weight sat on the pole trying to drive it into my body. My weight slowly allowed another two inches to slide into me. It stopped, when my tightness could not take the thick middle. I pleaded, "Pull me down, I want to feel more of you inside my belly." His hands were massive. They wrapped over my shoulders. I felt him brace his legs and then he pulled. My legs were still off the ground and I was holding them by wrapping my arms around my shins. Tears rolled down my cheeks from the stretching pain and then I slid rapidly down. I cried out when the tip drove into my cervix. I put my feet down and checked with my hands. I still had three inches outside me. He knew what to do. He bent me over into the aisle and used my hips to work my body back and forth on his shaft. He was using me as a masturbation toy. Like a "Fleshlight." I reached out for support; my hands touched two bare thighs. There would be a cock between them. The big man did the moving for the other man and me. I sucked the new cock but the tall shadow's thrusts pulled my lips back and forth on the other man's cock. Each thrust stretched me and pushed a fraction of an inch deeper than anything had penetrated me before. It was pride in my accomplishment, long pleasurable slides and pain all mixed together. Even if he quit, the combination of what my body already felt would drive me on to thrash about impaled, screaming from one orgasm to another. The deep voice ordered, "Help support her." Two more sets of hands reached from either side to hold me and play with my nipples. My belly began to spasm and my legs began to tremble; I pulled up from the cock in my mouth just in time to get a face full of cum. I could feel the heat of the stranger's cum as it slid from the sides of my nose, down my cheeks, off my chin and dripped onto the floor. More importantly, the cock inside me was swelling and the man who owned it was losing control. With my head sliding on a wet, cum covered softening cock and two sets of strong hands holding me, I was skewered and moved around like a rag doll. The cock was driving half way through my body, now demanding release. I held on to anything I could. Several times my feet came off the ground and then I felt my cervix move to one side as the long, long shaft stretched its final inches into me. Its extreme length raked along my clit as it thrust in and pulled back only to thrust again. I was cumming and could not quit. Every part of my pussy, inside and out, was super sensitive and still I was cumming. I wanted to scream "Stop" and "Fuck me harder" at the same time. I felt my own wetness running down my legs. I felt the man curl over me, squeeze me tight and groan as he began releasing his virile juices deep inside me. My last thoughts, before I passed out, were that I wanted his cum inside me, not in the condom, and that I wanted to be bathed in the gallon of cum those horse sized balls must produce when they contract. As the bus rolled on through the night, I remember being used, in every hole, time and again. I was in and out of consciousness. I roused up some, when we got to Redding. I heard the bus driver had gotten permission to drive twelve of us passengers directly to the Hilton on Fishermen's Wharf. As we got on to the highway again, the lights in the bus were dim. I was about to fall asleep, lying on my back with my head tilted off the seat, toward the aisle. A familiar young female voice pushed a naked young teenage boy to stand over my upturned face. She whispered first to me, "He is not a virgin anymore." Then she ordered her new slave, "Squat down and let her suck your balls while you jack off on her." It did not take him long to coat my tits and she took his place. She leaned over me and pushed several fingers and then her hand up my stretched out cunt and pressed her pussy against my lips. After so much cock, pussy juice was a nice change but when I licked and sucked, I was rewarded with more male cum. My six firefighters were getting impatient. The miniature Megan Fox, called out, "Come here Daddy." I felt her pull her father's uncircumcised cock, first pressing it into my mouth and then pulling it across my face hard enough that his thighs pressed into my hair. She had fucked her daddy, now she was giving him a hand job. She told me what she was going to do as she opened my blouse. "I'm going to jack off my daddy and squeeze his balls when he cums. He is going to shoot on your belly and leave your belly button full." Even her daddy followed his daughter's bidding. The bent over budding trollop squealed as an unknown cock slipped into her pussy. She started cumming and forgot to keep working her father's cock so the big shadow pushed her head to suck her daddy off. She reached out and her hand closed on the shadow's mighty shaft. She said, "Oh My God," and started cumming as her daddy filled her mouth. My trainee was in the way of my firefighters. She had collapsed into my breasts and was now a cummy, slippery mess. One big hand pulled her up and grasped the young boy's arm, "Here sonny, take her back up front and see if she can take that long cock of yours up her ass." She resisted only long enough to rake her daddy's cum off her hand into my mouth and then lick her palm clean and let the mixture dribble into my panting mouth. My rabbit kept slipping away from my clit. Someone, pushed it into me, past the vibrating appendage, and strapped it in place with a belt. My entire body recoiled when the Rabbit began its work again. A tasty half hard cock was hung in my mouth. I heard, "Please." My body was convulsing, I immediately began to cum again. I was super sensitive. I only wanted to sleep. For several hours about five minutes out of every thirty I was awake. Each time I woke up a cock was in my mouth or throat and my clit was numb from the never tiring vibrators and thrusting fingers. I wanted to resist. I wanted to be stronger. Still I would cum. Then I would pass out again. Vaguely, I remember the San Francisco city limit sign and many hands stripping me, wiping wet and dry cum off me. Someone found a brush to get some of the cum out of my hair. I was wrapped nude in a blanket and carried off the bus, into the Hilton's lobby, up the elevator and into a room. I was put on my knees in a large bathroom. The owners of the hands were kind. There was a thick rug for my knees but they took the blanket away. One smart ass voice said, "So this is what has been sucking us off all night. She's pretty." My eyes would not open. I was too tired and they were probably stuck together with cum but I heard a familiar deep voice, "You boys all got sucked off a lot but I haven't been. I want to try before we leave her to get some sleep." I had no fight left. He opened my mouth wide. My jaw muscles hurt. My throat burned when I swallowed. His big hands were gentle when he began using his poking fingers to stuff the helmet of his half hard cock into my mouth. He got the big bell all in and began to twist the shaft of his cock with his hand. I could feel it begin to move like a snake in my mouth. It was swelling and curling. The head was deep, far enough in that my teeth did not touch the sensitive skin but his shaft kept expanding until they dug in behind his sensitive ridge. I pushed my tongue forward to touch his most sensitive spot but everything was too tight for my tongue to reach it. He could not thrust in and out. He just rocked his hips, pressed forward and twisted the mighty cock in my mouth. He said, "Only a few times have I been able to get my cock into a woman's mouth." His voice was strained. I sensed that five other cocks were naked, hard and being jacked of in a circle around me - all pointing at me. All I wanted to do was to go to sleep. Two hands held my head still. Only that kept me from falling over. I've always prided myself on my oral skills, no gag reflex and the ability to open my throat and have the largest loads shoot down my throat. I wasn't thinking about that or anything for that matter when the black man groaned and pushed harder into my mouth. I felt the cock of the man on my left shoot its hot cum onto my neck and felt its offering slide down onto my breast. Another man groaned watching the massive monster in my mouth struggling for release. A second and a third cock splattered ropes onto my neck and face cheeks. Again I could feel the streams trickle down and drip off my nipples. Twice more, cocks gave me their offerings. The last spurted onto my nose. I wondered how many times each of them had used me last night as I slipped in and out of consciousness. My eyes closed, seeking sleep. They stayed closed when I heard the deep groan. It would be just another cum load. I felt more than heard the growl from deep inside him. His long denied cock took on a life of its own and swelled up even more stretching my jaws open. The beast jumped and trembled. There was no room inside. I had sense enough left to open my throat. When the first shot of cum erupted out of that big black fire hose, half of the shot filled my throat and pumped directly into my stomach. The other half made my cheeks puff out. It was a warning. My eyes opened wide, I tried to scream but his second rope spurted out my nose. I had no way to breathe. His third and fourth offering filled inside my head, pushed out around my lips and again spurted from my nose. With super human strength, I pushed the head of his cock out of my mouth. It made a loud "pop" as I yanked it free from my painfully stretched lips. Cum spurted from my mouth, I gagged, coughed, swallowed and then inhaled sweet air. As my lungs filled, I realized I would live. Cum streams flowed down my body from all sides. One of the first men to cum on me turned on the steam shower. Cocks were put away for this trip and I was gently sat in the tub with the shower raining down on my exhausted body. At that moment, not even an orgasm, could have felt better. I sat, dozed, bathed, dozed, washed and dozed. I found the robe on the back of the door and stumbled to the king sized bed. Fourteen hours later, I woke up hungry. My throat hurt and my pussy was swollen and irritated. I still had dried cum behind one ear and in my left armpit. On the dresser there were ten one hundred dollar bills and a little note, "Your room is paid for three days. Thank you for giving six fire fighters a memory that will last their lifetimes. Maybe your sister will be on the bus next year." I smiled at the thought. With my sister they would need a bigger bag of supplies. She likes to be bound and feel helpless, totally unable to stop a room full of lovers from eating her out, fucking her, causing her a little pain, filling every hole, using every inch of her and forcing her to cum until she passes out. I had flashing memories of my last visit with my nasty sister and her Dom husband. She was covered in a sheen of sweat from struggling to complete a long slow, often denied climax. She was tied spread eagle, totally nude on a wheel. Master Simm's was allowing me to watch; I was following his suggestions when I stripped nude, turned the wheel until she was upside down and knelt in front of her face. I told her, "You have not had enough liquids today. You might become dehydrated." I spread my pussy's lips, pushed forward and she happily sucked the tiny hole below my clit. My sister begged. I looked for approval; Master Simm's nodded but said, "Slowly and stop often." He lovingly, lightly swatted her stomach and thighs with a cat-of-nine tails. I began to slowly release the piss from my full bladder. Sis sucked and drank directly from me. I was completely turned on by the depravity. I needed to pee so bad, it was difficult to stop. When I did her tongue lashed out and flicked at my clit until I pushed forward again and she drank. My body trembled. It was too soon for me to cum. I had a lot of peeing to do. The lashes from the whip stung across my ass, delaying my climax but making me hotter and more needy. Five times, I stopped and started. Each time I moaned and felt the lash as my reward. When I was empty, my sister went for my clit like a crazed animal. I wrapped my arms around her wet, cold body and humped her face. A steady sting of lashes kept me going and going. I wondered if the fire fighters could satisfy my sister. Maybe there are more of them, then sis and I could take them all on next year. My irritated clit throbbed at that thought. My pussy hurt when I touched it wondering where my pocket rocket was. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74