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Hard Body Shop Clerk - 12
by DL Sloan (getwild81@yahoo.com)

***

Cori Banks is the guest of honor at the neighborhood 
cookout. (M+/F, nc, orgy)

***

THURSDAY EVENING 

But first, John had a big date night planned with Cori. 
"What are we doing tonight," Cori asked as they left 
the shop for the evening. John had instructed her to 
keep her spaghetti-strap suit on and had given her a 
fresh layer of oil before they left. 

"We're having a cookout at my place," John said. "A 
neighborhood cookout, that is."

"Neighborhood? Are you going to show me off, big John?"

"You know it. Everybody is coming over around 7. That 
give us about an hour to start getting everything ready 
— and maybe play around a little bit."

"Sounds good. How many people are coming?"

"About a dozen neighbors," John said. "Just some 
buddies coming over for some steaks and beer and a 
little eye candy."

"Sounds like fun," Cori said. "So do you want your eye 
candy to be sweet and wholesome or hot and spicy?"

"I want you to be a sweet, naοve tease. You'll be 
dressed like you are now, of course, and I'm going to 
give you a face full of cum to wear for a while too. 
But I want you to act like you don't even realize it's 
there or understand why everyone is looking at you. In 
fact, I want you to act like you don't even realize 
that they are staring at you. But, of course, you'll be 
bending and arching your back — the usual things to 
show off."

"I think I get it," Cori said. "So you're going to give 
me a face full of cum first?"

"That's right. As soon as we get home and get 
everything set up. I think I've got a pretty big load 
saved up for you. Should look really good on that cute 
face of yours."

As soon as they got to John's house, they arranged 
furniture on the deck, set out steaks, chicken, hot 
dogs and hamburgers for the grill, filled a cooler with 
beer, water and pop and put out chips, cheese and 
veggies. John looked at his watch and figured they had 
about 20 minutes before the first guests would arrive. 
That should be perfect. He wanted the cum to be fresh, 
thick and white on her face when his guests first saw 
her.

"Let's step inside for a minute," John said. He led her 
into the kitchen, bent her over the backs of one of the 
chairs and drove his thick cock deep into her wet 
snatch. After a few minutes of hard cunt-pounding, he 
knew he was close to cumming and pulled out of her. He 
waited a few seconds for his orgasm to subside, then 
instructed her to sit in the chair and suck his cock. 
John figured he had another 10 minutes before anyone 
would show up, so he let Cori slowly lick and suck him, 
gradually bringing him back to the verge of orgasm. He 
was just ramming his cock down her throat when he heard 
a knock at the door.

"Just a minute!" he yelled, then pulled his cock out of 
her mouth and sprayed every inch of her face with his 
thick spunk. The creamy white fluid was matted to her 
forehead, clung to her eyelashes, dripped from her 
nose, clung to her cheeks and made a home on her lips 
and chin. She looked like someone had smashed a cream 
pie in her face.

Cori knew not to wipe it away as John tucked his cock 
back into his pants and hurriedly went to open the 
door. The Troyer brothers, Bud, Jack and Tucker, came 
in. They were all in their 50s and lived close to one 
another in the neighborhood. 

"What took you so long?" Bud asked. "And why are you 
sweating?" 

"You boys remember Cori, don't you?" John said, shaking 
their hands and leading them through the living room to 
the kitchen where Cori was sitting at the table, 
waiting for them. 

"How could we forget?" Jack said. "Hottest girl in the 
state. Is she here?"

Just then, they stepped into the kitchen and the men 
were greeted by the site of Cori rising to meet them. 
They all noticed her suit, of course, and her oiled, 
tanned, well-displayed body, but to a man they were 
drawn to the telltale emissions covering her face. 

"You dirty dog!" Bud said, jabbing John in the ribs. 

"Nice work, my friend," Tucker said. "That's a full 
facial there!"

"Damn, you look good, Cori," Jack said.

"Thanks," Cori said. "Good to see you guys. You haven't 
been by the shop in a while."

"We'll have to change that," Jack said. He was 
surprised that Cori was making no effort to clean her 
face or even acknowledge that globs of cum were 
plastered to her face. 

"Come on fellas, let's head out back to the deck. The 
rest of the gang should be coming soon," John said. 
Sure enough eight more men showed up in the next 10 
minutes. All had seen Cori before, but only Tom 
Richards, the next-door neighbor, had ever had the 
privilege of seeing her like this. 

While John cooked on the grill, Cori served as hostess, 
bending over to pick up drinks out of the cooler and 
walking back and forth across the deck, serving them to 
the guys. When everyone had been served and had the 
opportunity to see her up close, John said, "Hey, Cori, 
what's that on your face? Did you forget to eat my cum 
again?"

Quickly picking up on his message, Cori ran her finger 
across her cheek, scooping up a wad of cum. She held it 
up in front of her face, acting surprised to see it 
there. "Oh silly me, I guess I missed some," she said, 
sticking her finger in her mouth and slowly sucking it 
clean, pumping her finger back and forth in her mouth 
for effect. She pretended not to notice the groans and 
cheers and whistles from her admiring crowd as she 
proceeded to wipe her face clean, licking every drop 
off her fingers and, of course, swallowing. 

"Damn, I need to jack off," Buster, a particularly 
crude 30-year-old said loudly before letting out a loud 
belch. 

"I haven't been laid in a month," another man said. 
"I'm about to cream my pants right now."

"Hey fellas," John said, struck by an idea. "If some of 
you are serious about jacking off, I bet Cori would 
like to eat your cum. Why don't you jack off in this 
bowl and then she can have a little treat with her 
dinner?"

"You mean she'd eat all of our cum?"

"Sure, she loves it," John said. "Can't you tell?"

"Well, hell, I'm not going to deprive that pretty 
little filly of anything," Chet, who was in his late 
50s, said. "If she wants some cum, by golly I'll give 
her a belly full."

"That's the spirit," John said. "Cori, why don't you 
take Chet into the bedroom and provide a little 
encouragement while he prepares his little treat for 
you."

Cori took Chet by the wrist and pulled him into the 
house and into the master bedroom, which was on the 
first floor. Cori lay down on the bed, setting the bowl 
on the dresser. Chet unzipped his pants and pulled out 
his already erect cock and began gently stroking it as 
he stood over Cori. 

She went into full sex kitten mode, rolling around on 
the bed, squeezing her tits, arching her back, 
spreading her thighs, rolling onto her stomach and 
sticking her ass in the air, licking her lips, etc. It 
was like an x-rated version of Billy Idol's "Rock the 
Cradle of Love" video. Chet's eyes never left her 
nubile body and his hand never left his cock, which was 
oozing pre-cum.

"Did you know my daughter used to babysit you?" Chet 
asked.

"Yeah," Cori said. "I remember her."

"Bet you never thought you'd be drinking her old man's 
cum when you grew up, did you? Well, that's exactly 
what you're going to do, you little bitch.

"Now play with the thong. Rub it across your pussy and 
your clit. Hump it, you nasty little slut. Jam your 
fingers in there. You wish ol' John would let me fuck 
you, don't you, slut? You wish we could all fuck you, 
gang bang you like the cum-slut whore you are."

"Oh yes," Cori said, now finger-banging her pussy with 
two fingers. "I wish you could fuck me. I want your 
cock and your cum so bad. I'm such a naughty slut!"

"Well, then here you go," Chet said, aiming his cock at 
the bowl and splattering it with several shots of 
thick, yellowish cum that had clearly been percolating 
in his seldom-used balls for quite some time. "That's 
been aging for a while. It's like fine wine. It should 
taste better with age. Enjoy it, slut." 

Chet zipped up and walked out, only to be replaced by 
two more guys holding their cocks. They also ordered 
Cori to perform for them and put her through a variety 
of gyrations. By the time they were spraying their 
spunk into the bowl, Cori was on her knees, her head on 
a pillow with three fingers stuffed in her pussy and 
two in her ass. 

Those two guys left and two more came in. And so it 
went until all 12 men had made their contributions to 
the bowl. Even John added his spunk, coming in and 
drilling Cori in the cunt for a few minutes before 
dropping his second load of the night into the waiting 
bowl. A few guys came back for second go-rounds, and by 
the time they were all done, 18 loads of cum were 
mixing in the bowl, millions of sperm swimming around 
together, just waiting to be put inside some attractive 
young woman's body. 

Cori re-adjusted her suit, washed her pussy- and ass-
tainted hands and took the bowl back outside to her 
admiring crowd. 

"Looks like steak sauce to me," John said, looking at 
the bowl of thick white cream. "Why don't you sit down, 
eat your steak and dip each bite into the bowl?"

"Sounds good," Cori said, taking a seat at the patio 
table. All eyes were on her and everyone grew quiet as 
Cori sliced her first bite of steak and dipped into the 
bowl of cum.

"That steak's pretty dry," one of the guys said. 
"Better get lots of sauce on it."

Cori took his advice and dunked the meat all the way 
in. It came out looking like a glazed donut. Like a 
piece of mozzarella cheese on a pizza, a long strand of 
cum extended from her fork to the bowl as she put the 
first bite to her lips. Cori sunk her teeth into the 
meat, letting the cum squish around her teeth and gums. 
She took her time chewing the meat, pretending to be 
savoring the flavor before finally swallowing it and 
preparing for her next bite. Everyone thought this was 
about the best show they had ever seen.

"Mmmm, scrumptious!" Cori said, licking her lips and 
dunking the next piece of meat in the cum-sauce. "You 
guys should bottle this stuff."

"We'll bottle it and you'll be our official taste-
tester," one guy said.

"Taste-tester, hell," another said. "She'll do all the 
milking, if you know what I mean. She can milk my balls 
dry any time."

"Well, I thought mine were dry, but I do believe 
they're filling back up again."

"Feel free to add more to her bowl," John said. "She 
has a big appetite. She never seems to get quite enough 
cum. I guarantee she won't let a drop go to waste."

No one made a move, however, until Cori had finished 
off every bite of her steak. By that point, some of the 
guys couldn't wait any longer. There was still a little 
pool of cum in the bottom of the bowl, but after Cori 
entertained them through 10 more jerk-offs — the volume 
of each noticeably smaller this time around — there was 
more than enough cum for the guys to have some fun 
with. This time, they gave her a bowl of fresh 
strawberries and watched, delighted, as Cori dipped the 
strawberries into the cum and bit into them.

When the cum was almost all gone, one of the guys told 
her to lick the bowl. Never one to disappoint, Cori put 
her face in the bowl and licked it totally clean. She 
now had more than 20 loads of cum in her belly 
containing of thousands of swimming sperm. 

"Whew, that was great!" Chet said. "You put every other 
cum slut I've ever seen to shame. Stop by next week and 
I'll have a bunch more of that stuff bottled up for 
you."

"Yeah," another guy said. "How about we all jack off 
into bowls or jars or whatever all week, then dump it 
all together and see how much we got next week. I bet 
we can have 10 times as much if we try. What do you 
say, John?"

"Fine by me," John said. "I don't want any more guys 
here next week, but if you know anyone else who might 
want to contribute anyway, go ahead. We'll send them a 
picture or invite them to the next one or something. 
The more cum the merrier."

With the cum fiesta over, the guys decided to work off 
some of their dinner by playing a little two-hand touch 
football. Of course, Cori was still a major part of the 
fun. While the guys split into teams of 6, Cori was 
dubbed "all-time offense." This meant she played for 
whichever team had the ball. For both teams, her 
primary responsibility was to hike the ball, then go 
out to try to catch a pass. 

No one cared how she played, of course, they just 
wanted to create the best ways to look at and feel up 
this amazing young woman. Everyone took turns playing 
quarterback, who had the best view on the field play 
after play. In order to hike the ball, Cori bent over 
it at the waist, keeping her legs straight and spread 
at about shoulder width, allowing room to snap the ball 
between her legs to the quarterback.

As each guy took his turn at quarterback, he first 
stood back and admired the view of her ass and pussy, 
absurdly split by the thong. Then, he would step 
forward and enjoy a few glorious seconds of groping, 
squeezing and pinching her ass, rubbing her pussy and 
dipping his fingers into her snatch before finally 
hiking the ball. 

As soon as the ball was hiked, Cori, who was naturally 
a very fine athlete, would then run as well as she 
could in heels and try to get open for a pass. She was 
open every time because the defenders wanted her to 
catch the ball. As soon as she caught it, they would 
all swarm around her, placing both hands on her to make 
the tackle. Naturally, most of the hands seemed to find 
their way to her breasts or her ass or even between her 
legs. Cori was the star of the game in every 
conceivable way.

When the game was over, they all sat back down and 
enjoyed a couple more beers. Cori sat in John's lap and 
the older man openly played with and fondled his 
playmate in front of his envious guests. As he rubbed 
her pussy and squeezed her tits, the thought suddenly 
occurred to him that he would love to make her cum in 
front of all them, right here on his deck. He and Tom 
Richards had successfully gotten her off last week. 
Just the idea of making her get off in front of all 
these men made his cock stir yet again. 

Usually, Cori was pretty easy to get heated up. But in 
front of this many people, John wasn't sure how quickly 
she would come around. It was going to be fun, either 
way. He never let Cori know that he was intending to do 
more than play with her, but he began by putting his 
knees inside hers, then spreading both their legs as 
wide as he could. 

Everyone had a great view of Cori's pussy as he pulled 
the thong aside and began rubbing her hard, rubbery 
clit. Cori enjoyed the feeling but wasn't really 
getting aroused yet. She was just sitting there, 
sipping her beer, looking pretty while the guys talked 
about guy stuff and, occasionally, her. John continued 
talking to his friends, not revealing his true 
intentions for Cori's body.

As usual, Cori's pussy was already wet, so John wasted 
no time driving two fingers into her snatch. Now, he 
was finger-fucking her and playing with her clit. He 
was going slowly, deliberately. To all the guys 
watching, it appeared to be nonchalant diddling, but as 
the heat and sensitivity grew, to Cori it felt very 
intense indeed.

She felt the stirring in her loins and wondered if John 
was doing this on purpose. She glanced back at him, but 
he seemed to be paying no attention to her whatsoever, 
just absently stroking and poking her pussy. But he was 
maintaining a very slow, purposeful rhythm that, 
intentional or not, was stoking her fire.

"Well, all I'll say is Holman better do something about 
the roads around here," Tom Richards was saying. Cori 
realized they were talking about the shop's new 
partner, the mayoral hopeful, and tried to focus on 
what they were saying. It could be important when it 
came time for her to help the mayor campaign. But 
John's fingers were driving her crazy. She was trying 
not to let anyone notice, but with all eyes on her most 
of the time, it was going to be difficult.

"He seems like a decent enough guy," John said, 
referring to Holman. "I think he's smart and fair, at 
least for a politician. I think if we give him a 
chance, he'll do all right."

"I hear he really likes the ladies," one of the guys 
said. "He's a bachelor, you know. I hear he likes to go 
to Atlanta and hit the strip clubs and escort 
services."

"I'm sure he can afford it," John said. "The man's got 
some money."

"Speaking of money, have you guys seen that rich bitch 
Paris Hilton?" Chet asked. "Damn, that slut has some 
great legs."

"Oh yeah," Jack said. "And she wears those fuck-me 
heels all the time, too. If you didn't know better, 
you'd think she made her money as a hooker or porn 
star."

"Well, I wouldn't mind being that dude in that internet 
movie with her," Tucker added. "I haven't seen it, but 
I hear she's quite a cocksucker."

While all this was going on, John noticed Cori's pussy 
growing hotter and wetter. Her nipples were hard, her 
clit was at attention and she seemed to be breathing a 
bit harder. She wasn't letting on that he was getting 
to her, but he knew her body well, and it was not lying 
to him. She was very turned on and quickly losing 
control.

"Well, she's a hottie all right," John said, referring 
to Paris Hilton, "but I don't think she holds a candle 
to Cori. The only place she's even close is with those 
legs. But they're a little too skinny. She has no ass 
and no tits, and I think we'll all agree Cori is very 
well-proportioned in those areas. And as far as cock-
sucking, well, I've never had the pleasure of a Paris 
Hilton blowjob, but given the choice between one 
blowjob from Cori and 10 from Paris Hilton, I'd take 
the one every time."

"What do you think of Paris Hilton, Cori?"

Cori was caught off guard. She had barely been able to 
focus on the guys' conversation. Something about Paris 
Hilton having nice legs. She tried to speak, but all 
that came out was a gasp, then a soft whimper as a 
tremor ran through her over-stimulated body.

"By golly, I believe she's going to cum!" Jack laughed. 
"Look at that, fellas!"

Cori looked at Jack, but was unable to respond. She 
knew she had been discovered and couldn't hide it 
anymore. She gave in to uncontrollable desires and 
began humping John's fingers and grinding her clit 
against his hand. Her breath began coming in raspy gasp 
and her eyes glazed over. Her nipples were pointed out 
straight and hard and she was arching her back, leaning 
back against John's chest.

With both of John's hands working away at her pussy, 
she put her own hands to her breasts to touch and tease 
her nipples. 

"Hey Jack, Tucker, how about giving the lady a hand 
with her tits," John said. "I'd do it myself, but my 
hands are full of pussy right now."

The brothers hopped out of their chairs, eagerly 
approaching John and the girl writhing on top of him. 
"Happy to help," Jack said. "What do you need us to 
do?"

"Just squeeze and play with her tits," John said. 
"Pinch her nipples a little, but not too hard. Hell, 
give them a lick if you don't mind a little baby oil on 
your tongue." Cori's body still glistened with oil, but 
most of the excess had come off while she rolled around 
on the bed and then played football. Now she was just 
soft, shiny and a little slick. 

Everyone was gathered around now as John jabbed three 
fingers into her with increasing force and pace, never 
taking his other hand off her clit. The brothers had a 
field day with her tits, licking and sucking the erect 
nipples, pinching them, squeezing her full breasts and 
even lightly slapping them, making them bounce and 
jiggle. 

"Look at that bitch go," Chet said. "Fucking little 
slut is on fire. She's going to pass out if she doesn't 
cum soon."

"John, does she always put on this much of a show when 
she cums?" 

"Well, usually there aren't this many people watching, 
" John said, "but, yeah, otherwise, this is about 
normal. Sometimes I'd rather watch her cum than cum 
myself."

"I can see why," Jack said, slapping her breast and 
watching it bounce in response. 

Cori started gyrating and bucking her hips frantically. 
She was moaning in her sexy, whimpering style and, sure 
enough, her nostrils began to flare. John knew all the 
signs very well and knew she was very close. Without 
skipping a beat, he poked a fourth finger into pussy 
and lightly pinched her clit between his thumb and 
forefinger.

"Squeeze her tits hard, boys," John instructed. Both 
guys used both hands to squeeze her firm, meaty tits 
and held on tight as Cori bucked and writhed and 
finally climaxed. Her body shook and spasmed until she 
was done, then she slumped in John's lap.

"Holy shit!" Jack said. "That was the hottest thing 
I've ever seen."

"You ain't see nothing yet," John said, pulling his 
fingers from Cori's pussy. He stood up, holding her in 
his arms. She was completely limp, still breathing 
hard, her nipples still erect. "Once she gets going 
like this, she can cum over and over and over again. 
Chet, care to do the honors?"

"Hell yeah! Bring that little bitch over here."

John handed Cori to Chet, who instantly began fondling 
her all over. He laid her on her back across his lap 
and dug four fingers into her snatch, just as John had 
done. 

"She's fucking on fire!" he said.

"Yeah, just keep that fire burning and she'll start 
wiggling all over again," John said. "Any volunteers to 
help with the tits?"

Naturally, everyone wanted to help, but two lucky guys 
were the first to claim possession of a tit and began 
kneading them like big balls of dough. Just as John 
assured, Cori's body soon came back to life, her hips 
churning and back arching again. Her eyes opened 
halfway, dully looking at the guys manipulating her 
body. Her pussy, which had never cooled off, was really 
beginning to cook. 

"If she gets any hotter, I'm going to burn myself," 
Chet chuckled. He was finger-banging her harder and 
faster than John had done and was more mashing than 
rubbing her clit. Cori was thrashing about in total 
abandon. To help hold her down, one guy grabbed her 
ankles and held them while another guy grabbed and held 
her wrists. She was completely stretched out, exposed 
and being stimulated by what felt like dozens of 
prying, caressing, squeezing and invading fingers. 

"Pump her good, Chet," one of the guys said. "Make that 
bitch cum again."

"Keep squeezing those titties, guys," Chet said. "I 
think she's getting close."

"Pinch her clit," John suggested. "That usually puts 
her over the edge."

Chet took John's advice, roughly smashing Cori's clit 
between his thumb and finger. She shrieked in a 
combination of pain and ecstasy, then rocked through 
another body-trembling orgasm. Sweat now matted her 
hair and ran between her breasts, while pussy juice 
trickled down her thighs. She was a well-fucked mess, 
and there was still more to come.

"Who wants to go for round three?" John asked, handing 
Cori to Tom Richards, who would have the honor of 
finger-banging her this time. Four more volunteers 
stepped forward, two holding her tits and the other two 
holding her wrists and ankles. 

"Shit, you weren't kidding, Chet," Tom said. "Her pussy 
is on fire. Give me some ice."

John brought him a cup of ice and Tom picked up a cube 
and stuck it inside Cori's sizzling cunt. "I think it's 
going to take a lot more than one," he laughed, 
proceeding to push two more inside her. The sudden 
chill snapped Cori out of her stupor and she attempted 
to sit up and get the offending cubes out of her pussy. 
But the constraining hands held her down.

"Whoa, where you going, slut?" the guy holding her 
ankles said. "Just lie back and cum some more. We're 
not done with you yet, bitch."

Cori's smoldering pussy quickly began melting the ice 
and water began running out of her snatch. After the 
initial cold, the ice cubes inside her actually felt 
good. It felt even better when Tom added three fingers 
to her pussy, pushing the ice cubes even deeper inside 
her. The guys realized there was no reason to stop with 
her pussy and quickly applied ice cubes to her clit and 
nipples. The cold made them ache with hyper-sensitivity 
and she squirmed in discomfort and ecstasy. It was like 
being tickled too long — it felt so good it hurt. 

The pleasure assault continued with the guys going 
through the entire cup of ice and starting a second. 
Cori's pussy melted cube after cube, but the heat never 
subsided. She was on fire and seemingly nothing could 
cool her down. 

The guys removed all the ice cubes but continued to 
stimulate her clit, pussy and tits with their fingers. 
Tom was ravaging her cunt with four fingers while the 
other guys were teasing her nipples mercilessly. Cori 
was whimpering and bucking and begging for release.

"I think she's going to have a seizure if she doesn't 
cum soon," Chet observed. "Do that thing with the clit, 
Tom."

"I've got a better idea," Tom said. He removed his hand 
from her pussy and picked up two ice cubes. With one in 
each hand, he pinched her clit between the two cubes. 
She bucked and writhed, her third orgasm starting in 
her pussy and ripping through her nubile body. The guys 
stood back and watched her tits bounce and jiggle as 
she spasmed and came in a captivating series of jerks 
of twists.

"Those are better moves than I've ever seen in a porno 
or a strip club," one of the guys observed. "What an 
amazing body!"

"Well, the fun's not over fellas," John said, picking 
Cori up out of Tom's arms. "I believe a couple of you 
haven't had the pleasure yet, and I'm quite certain 
she's got at least one more orgasm in her."

He handed her to Paul, a heavyset construction worker 
in his mid-40s. He was the strong, silent type and he 
had huge, thick, very powerful hands that promised to 
do wonderfully exciting things to her delicate pussy. 
"Have at it, my friend," John said. 

Again, four other guys stepped forward to handle the 
wrists, ankles and tits. But Paul gave them different 
instructions in this time. She was on her back in 
Paul's lap, but they lifted her legs and put them up 
over her head. There was still a guy assigned to 
manipulating each tit, but now there was only one guy 
handling the wrists and ankles. The fourth guy now was 
in charge of her ass, while Paul maintained custody of 
her pussy and clit. 

"All right guys," Paul said, "let's make this one the 
best one yet for this hot little slut. Fellas, tweak 
those nipples and squeeze those tits, but don't bruise 
'em. Slim, hold on tight to those arms and legs — keep 
'em out of the way. Meeks, I want you to squeeze her 
ass, spank it a little, but not too hard. And, I think 
since her ass is so hot, maybe we should try some ice 
inside there, too."

John brought over a large bowl filled with ice. Meeks, 
an electrician in his mid-30s, squatted down next to 
Cori's ass. Meeks grabbed two handfuls of well-rounded, 
tanned and toned ass, enjoying the feeling of her 
smooth skin on those firm globes. Meanwhile, Paul was 
taking full advantage of his opportunities with her 
pussy. After rubbing her moist pussy lips for a while, 
he used both hands to spread her pussy wide open. He 
hooked a finger inside each pussy lip and pulled her 
cunt open, revealing her hot, pink fuck tunnel. 

"Look fellas," he said. "I can see all the way to her 
stomach." Meeks did the same thing with her ass, 
opening the dark hole as wide as he could. Cori bucked 
her hips in discomfort as the men gave her a crude but 
thorough physical, but the four men maintained full 
control of her body. Their explorations were just 
beginning.

"Here, let me try something. I saw this on a porno 
once," Paul said. "Hold that asshole open, Meeks." 
Meeks kept it open and Paul kept Cori's pussy open with 
his left hand. Then, he inserted his thick middle 
finger into Cori's ass and poked upward from the inside 
until he could see the outline of his finger denting 
the tender pink walls of her pussy. Cori squealed and 
squirmed, but Paul only drove his finger into her flesh 
harder. 

"Better keep her quiet," Paul said, noticing a few 
neighborhood lights turning on.

"I'll handle that," John said. He replaced Slim holding 
Cori's ankles and wrists and straddled Cori's face. He 
stuffed his cock into her mouth. His balls were 
squished up against her nose, making it tough for Cori 
to breath. "This will keep her quiet for you. Now, go 
ahead fellas. Make her cum again. Slim, why don't you 
handle her clit while Paul plays with her ass and 
pussy." 

John didn't fuck her throat really, mostly just 
standing there, holding her legs and arms and keeping 
her mouth gagged with his cock. Naturally, the feel of 
her warm, wet tongue on his cock kept him good and 
hard, but he wasn't concerned about cumming right now. 
He wanted to watch Cori get off again.

Slim knelt down next to Meeks and pinched Cori's hard 
clit between his fingertips. Meeks was still holding 
her ass wide open and Paul was still using those 
incredibly large, powerful hands to poke and pull at 
her openings. Still holding her cunt open, he 
instructed Slim to drop an ice cube in. Then another. 
Cori shivered and trembled. 

"Now put two in her ass," Paul said. Meeks held her ass 
open and Slim dropped two cubes into her ass. Then both 
Paul and Meeks let go, letting her orifices snap shut, 
trapping the cubes inside her. 

Paul rubbed and stroked her pussy while Slim maintained 
his grip on her clit and Meeks rubbed and lightly 
spanked her ass. The other two guys continued to 
squeeze and bounce her tits and John kept his cock 
lodged in her throat. There was barely an inch of 
Cori's body that had been left unattended. 

The ice cubes inside her were driving her crazy. The 
intense cold was uncomfortable, yet somehow 
pleasurable. And the massaging, probing hands were 
extremely pleasurable. Even the familiar scent of 
John's balls and the taste of his cock was a turn-on. 
Never had so many men spent so much time pleasuring her 
like this. 

Just as Cori continued to be worked into a frenzy, so 
did the guys. They got progressively more aggressive 
and adventurous, their inhibitions about exploring and 
playing with her body completely gone. They still 
respected her and John and wouldn't hurt her or try to 
engage in actual intercourse, but they knew now that 
just about anything else was fair game. They were 
having as much fun making her cum as she was getting 
off.

"Hey, guys, check this out," Paul said. He spread her 
pussy open again and reached four fingers deep inside 
her, bringing out the half-melted cubes. "John, she's 
been slobbering on your cock for a while now. How about 
we give her a little thirst-quencher?"

John understood and removed his cock from Cori's mouth. 
"Keep that mouth open, sweetheart," Paul said. He put 
both of the ice cubes in her mouth. "That's it," he 
said, "slurp that pussy juice right off there. Feel it 
run down your throat. Swallow it and mix it with that 
belly full of cum."

Cori sucked on the ice, tasting traces of her own pussy 
as the ice melted and the liquid ran down her throat. 
As she finished swallowing the last of it, she felt 
Paul spreading her ass cheeks and pulling her asshole 
back open. Just as he had done with her pussy, he 
delved his fingers inside her, scooped out the ice 
cubes and held them over her mouth. 

"Now, are you ready to show us just how nasty you are, 
bitch?" he said. "Open up and taste your own ass." She 
opened her mouth and he dropped both cubes, which only 
seconds before had been deep inside her rectum, into 
her wet and willing mouth. Cori was so horny, so rabid 
with lust and rattled by her multiple orgasms that she 
would have submitted to almost anything. 

She didn't hesitate at all to suck on the cubes, 
tasting her own ass while the guys told her what a 
dirty slut she was. They spoke in such excited, 
respectful tones that she couldn't help but be 
flattered, even though she knew she should probably be 
ashamed or disgusted. 

"Yeah, that's it, eat it, slut," Paul said. "How's that 
ass taste, you nasty little bitch?"

"What a fucking nasty, hot little whore," Meeks said, 
quickly stuffing two more ice cubes into her pussy, 
then two more into her ass. "Warm these up, bitch, then 
we'll feed them to you, too!"

"Damn, she's got cum, pussy juice and her own ass juice 
in her belly now," Slim marveled. "I bet she'd swallow 
my piss and shit if I wanted."

"None of that," John interjected. "Cori's a lady and 
should be treated with respect." He paused, then to 
show he wasn't too serious or angry, added, "a hot, 
fucking slut of a lady, true, but a lady just the 
same." Everyone laughed but at the same time agreed 
that Cori was far above any such disgusting or deviant 
behavior. She might dress slutty, but she was a classy 
girl who everyone liked and respected; nothing was 
making them happier than to see her cumming and in a 
perpetual state of ecstasy. 

After a few minutes when melting ice began to drizzle 
out of her ass and cunt, Paul again reached inside her 
to retrieve the ice and place it in her mouth. "Lick it 
up, slut," he instructed. Paul then slammed his huge 
hand back inside her cunt, which was still burning hot, 
the ice having had very little cooling effect. Meeks 
held her ass open again and Paul inserted two fingers 
into her ass. He could feel his fingers stroking her 
pussy through the thin wall separating her asshole and 
her vagina. 

The double penetration caused Cori to gasp and moan, 
even with the melting ice cubes still in her mouth. 
"Better give those ice cubes a cock chaser," Paul 
laughed. John pushed his thick, erect cock back into 
her mouth, feeling the cool ice cubes slide against his 
shaft before finally slipping down her throat. As 
before, his primary intention was to keep her quiet, 
not to receive a blowjob. But in her frenzied state, 
Cori began sucking and slurping on his cock in earnest. 

It was far from her best blowjob technique, but so 
intense was her desire and desperation that it seemed 
like she was drawing life-giving air or nutrition from 
his cock. Never before had she sucked him quite so 
hungrily. John couldn't keep his balls from churning up 
a fresh batch of cum, and he didn't want to. If she 
wanted his cum so bad, he'd gladly give it to her. 

John started aiding Cori's rabid efforts by pushing his 
cock deeper and deeper into her throat, giving her face 
a good hard fuck as his balls slapped and mashed 
against her nose and eyes. This seemed to excite 
everyone else, as well. Paul kept manhandling her twat 
and ass with his powerful hands and Slim and the other 
guys were twisting, squeezing and tugging on her 
nipples and clit. 

Cori came with less warning and even more intensity 
than before. She spasmed and bucked and Paul just kept 
hammering away at her holes while Slim teased her 
throbbing clit. 

"There she goes, boys!" Paul yelled.

"Don't stop," John instructed. "Keep going. See how 
long you can keep her cumming."

They never let up, and Cori's orgasm lasted for nearly 
a minute. As her spasms subsided, John put the capper 
on, filling the mouth of the girl more than 30 years 
his younger with another hot load of warm, sticky 
spunk. Cori hungrily swallowed it all and kept sucking 
his cock until it finally fell limply out her mouth. 
John let go of her legs and Cori sprawled limply across 
Paul's lap. Paul gently rubbed and cupped her pussy as 
it gradually stopped convulsing. 

"She's still on fire, boys," Paul said. "Reckon she's 
got more in her, John?"

"I think so," John said. "Let's break out the heavy 
artillery. Keep her warmed up — I'll be right back!"

Paul and Meeks kept rubbing Cori all over, focusing, of 
course, on the most fun areas — her pussy, ass, tits 
and thighs. She wasn't squirming or convulsing at the 
moment, but her nipples were still rock hard, her clit 
was still at attention and her pussy was still hot and 
dripping. The hot blonde sex toy was far from done, and 
the guys intended to make her keep cumming harder and 
longer until she had nothing left to give.

John returned moments later carrying a duffel bag 
filled with a variety of lotions and sex toys. There 
were dildos of varying sizes, including some 
monstrously large ones, vibrators, butt plugs, ball 
gags, anal beads and balls, leather straps, handcuffs, 
and more. 

"Shit, where did you get all this stuff?" Paul asked. 

"You'd be amazed at the deals you can get at the porn 
shops when you walk in with a 22-year-old blonde 
wearing nothing but a thong," John said. "They just 
start handing you things for her to try right there in 
the store. Well, once you've had a 12-inch dildo up a 
girl's cunt, you can't hardly re-sell it, now can you? 
So, we go in, try a few things, put on a little show 
for the clerk and any lucky customers, then walk out 
with lots of almost free stuff. So, I've built up quite 
a collection. Dig in fellas. She likes all of this 
stuff, so don't be shy. Try whatever you want and let's 
get her off a few more times."

"I would love to shove this up her ass," Paul said. He 
was holding one of the firm, rubber dildos that was 12-
inches long and as thick as his wrist. 

"Go for it," John said. "Lube it up and shove it in up 
there."

"How about some of these in her cunt?" Tom said. He had 
a string of large metal balls meant for insertion into 
ass or pussy. They had smaller metal balls inside them 
that made them feel like they were vibrating.

"Go right ahead," John said. 

"How about the ball gag to keep her quiet?" Buck asked.

"Strap it on," John said. 

"She doesn't mind the nipple clamps?" Slim asked.

"Nope. Snap 'em on there. She'll squirm, but she loves 
it," John said.

"She's getting a little dry," Jack said. "Mind if 
Tucker, Chet and I rub her down with some more oil?"

"Not at all," John said. "We're outdoors. Make as big a 
mess as you like."

They decided it would be best to do the oil first, so 
they laid Cori down on her stomach on the deck and 
dumped an entire bottle of oil onto her back. Then, 
Jack, Tucker and Chet rubbed it all over. They focused 
on her ass and between her thighs, of course, pouring 
and massaging massive amounts of slippery oil between 
her ass cheeks and into her asshole. They turned her 
over and dumped another bottle onto her tits and 
stomach. 

She was even more fun to play with turned this way, and 
each of the three guys was given his fair share of time 
to fondle her tits and pussy. There were copious 
amounts of oil coating every inch of her body, 
particularly her tits, her firm thighs and soft, pink 
pussy lips. 

Oil-soaked fingers eagerly invaded her ass and pussy 
repeatedly, lubricating and stimulating her at the same 
time. Oil was literally dripping off her and collecting 
in pools on the deck or oozing through the spaces 
between the boards. Cori, who was still wearing her 
heels and with her stretched and soaked suit still 
clinging hopelessly to her body — long since pulled 
away from the areas it was designed to cover — rolled 
and squirmed in pleasure as the warm, strong hands 
massaged and probed her body.

"This bitch just never cools off," Jack said as he dug 
into her pussy with three fingers. "If this cunt was 
any hotter I'd need thermal gloves to keep from getting 
burned."

"Well then step back and let the big guns handle her," 
Paul said, stepping up with the 12-inch long dildo. "I 
think you boys have had your fun. Time to give this 
slut a good hard reaming right up the ass."

Jack and the other guys reluctantly moved aside and 
made way for the guys with the toys. They made Cori get 
on her knees and elbows on the deck, then each took 
their positions. They agreed that her extreme arousal, 
combined with the extreme nature of these toys, might 
cause her to get a little loud, so the ball gag went in 
first. Buck put the bright blue ball in her mouth, 
wedging it behind her teeth and strapping it tightly in 
place around her head. 

"Bitch'll be quiet now," Buck said. "She can't scream, 
so make her cream."

"This is going to be all about feeling," John said. "So 
let's give her a blindfold, too." He peeled off the 
oil-soaked bathing suit, wadded it into a thin, 
makeshift rope and wrapped it around her head, covering 
her eyes. Blindfolded and gagged, she was even more at 
the mercy than ever. The idea made cocks hard and her 
pussy flutter.

"Slim, if those nipples get any harder, they're going 
to cut someone or at least poke somebody's eye out," 
Paul said. "Slap those nipple clamps on her and let's 
see how she likes it."

Slim reached below Cori and gave her left tit a big 
squeeze, then a slap to make it jiggle. He gripped her 
nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled 
straight down, further exaggerating the length of her 
erect nipples. With it fully erect and extended, he 
opened the clamp, then released it, snapping the tight 
jaws shut on her sensitive tit-bud. Cori immediately 
began shaking and twisting in obvious discomfort, 
trying to shake the painful attachment free. 

"She's like a bucking bronco," Chet said. "Good luck 
getting that other one on her, pardner."

"No problem," Slim said. "You just have to know how to 
break wild fillies like this." He reached underneath 
her, grabbed the clip and twisted it slightly. "Stop 
moving and I stop twisting," he said in a soft, 
soothing voice. Cori stopped, but her body was 
trembling and her nostrils flared as she struggled to 
catch her breath through her nose. "Good girl," Slim 
said soothingly, sounding as if he were talking to an 
obedient dog. He reached for her other nipple, grabbed 
it, extended it and snapped the clip in place. "There 
you go, bitch, try to shake those off. Put on a good 
show for us." 

Cori did just that, but to her it was no show. The 
clips were very uncomfortable, biting into her ultra-
sensitive nipples. She wiggled back and forth, shaking 
her tits, knocking them against each other hoping to 
dislodge one of the clips, even for just a few seconds 
of relief. But all her contortions were fruitless, 
except for the guys, who gathered great pleasure from 
watching her tits jiggle and bounce and slap wetly into 
each other. 

Finally, the pain numbed a bit and Cori resigned 
herself to the fact that the clamps weren't coming off. 
She calmed down and dropped her head in fatigue, 
breathing deeply through her nose to catch her breath. 

"Next up, pussy balls!" Tom exclaimed. He held up the 
string of balls to the cheers of the crowd, then knelt 
down behind Cori and began rubbing the balls one at a 
time through her oily snatch, coating them in thick, 
slippery mixture of oil and pussy juice. There were 
four balls on the string. Two were small — about the 
size of a super ball. One was about the size of a golf 
ball and the last one was ridiculously large, nearly 
the size of a billiard ball. Naturally, Tom decided the 
largest one should go in first. 

Even with its immense size, the massive amounts of 
lubrication on both the ball and Cori allowed it to 
slip inside her welcoming pussy with amazingly little 
resistance. Cori, however, certainly felt the intruding 
object as it stretched her pussy walls, the feeling of 
a full cunt pleasing her despite the slightly painful 
discomfort of being stretched so widely. Tom pushed the 
ball into her as deeply as he could with his finger.

"Here, use this," Paul said, holding out a very long, 
thin dildo.

Tom took it and pushed it inside Cori, using the end to 
push the ball deep inside her womb. By this point, the 
second and third balls had pushed up against her pussy 
lips and Tom had inserted them as well, letting nothing 
prevent maximum penetration of the first ball. Cori was 
whimpering faintly and her belly was heaving up and 
down as she struggled to deal with the blindfold, ball 
gag, nipple clamps and invading balls. It was a lot 
even for a girl as physically fit and sexually 
experienced as her to handle.

When the big ball would go no further, Tom stuffed the 
other three balls in as far and deep as they could go 
until only the small white string was left hanging out 
of her pussy lips. Eyeing her erect clit, Tom took the 
end of the string, pulled it taut and looped the end of 
it over the pink button. The oily pussy lips closed 
shut around all four balls and the string, leaving 
Cori's love tunnel filled to near capacity with hard, 
slippery metal balls that jiggled and vibrated 
maddeningly inside her. 

"I bet those balls would jingle like wind chimes," Tom 
said. "Why don't you wag your ass like a bitch-dog and 
see? Play some cunt-ry music for us, Cori."

Cori responded by shaking her ass back and forth. Sure 
enough, the balls started jiggling and clinking lightly 
inside her. Tom started snapping his fingers in mock-
rhythm to the music. "Now that's a hit song if I ever 
heard it!" he said.

"That's an instrument I want to learn how to play," 
Paul said, nodding toward Cori's quivering ass and 
pussy. "Well, boys, I think it's time for the bid daddy 
to make his grand entrance — right up that hot little 
ass."

Paul replaced Tom, kneeling behind Cori, wielding the 
massive dildo. "Lube me up, Chet." Chet dumped a 
healthy dose of oil onto the dildo and Paul pulled 
Cori's firm buns apart, once again revealing her tight, 
puckered asshole, glistening with moisture. He placed 
both thumbs inside the puckered ring and stretched her 
apart. Even with his powerful hands, her ass was so 
tight he had difficulty pulling her open wide enough to 
accommodate the oversized dildo. He pumped four fingers 
in and out of her ass for a few moments, loosening her 
up a bit more, then pressed the head of the dildo 
against her asshole and began pushing.

The force of his thrust knocked Cori forward, so Slim 
and Chet grabbed hold of the slippery babe on both 
sides and held her steady so Paul could proceed. With 
another shove, the first two inches disappeared inside 
her ass. If she could have, Cori would have screamed 
and her eyes would have been bugged out in shock at the 
size of the invading rubbery rod. But gagged, 
blindfolded and held in place, Cori could do nothing 
but take it, which she knew to be her duty, her job, 
her purpose for being there.

"Shit, she has one tight little ass," Paul said, 
grunting as he continued to push the dildo. He found 
that giving it a little corkscrew action helped drive 
it. He now had six inches inside her — still six more 
to go. "You sure she can take all 12 inches?" Paul 
asked John.

"Oh yeah," John said. "I've never put that in her ass 
before, but Ty fucks her balls-deep up the ass all the 
time. His cock's not as thick as thing, but it's almost 
as long. She can take it and, once you get it in there 
and she relaxes a little bit, she'll love it. Go ahead 
and ram it in there. You know I'd never do anything to 
hurt her, so believe me, it's all right."

"If you insist," Paul said. With one mighty heave, he 
rammed the remainder of the dildo into her, stopping 
only when the flat, wide base smashed flush against the 
opening to her ass. Even the ball gag couldn't 
completely stifle Cori's scream and gasp. 

"Easy, babe," Slim said softly, again sounding as if he 
were trying to calm a wild horse. He gently stroked her 
hair and shoulders. "Just relax. Relax. It's all in 
now. You're fine. It's going to start feeling so good 
when you start cumming again. Just relax and let us do 
the work." Cori calmed down noticeably, reacting to 
Slim's reassuring voice and gradually adjusting to the 
feeling of utter fullness in both her pussy and her 
ass. 

"That's it, babe," Slim said. "You know you were made 
for this, don't you? You know hot little sluts with 
amazing bodies like yours are designed for this, right? 
So just relax and do what comes natural to horny 
bitches like you."

"Good job, Slim," Chet said. "What are you, the fuckin' 
'Slut Whisperer'?"

"Something like that, " Slim laughed. "Look, she fucks 
and cums like a wild animal, doesn't she? We call her a 
bitch, which is a female dog. We call her a wild filly, 
which is a female horse. If we call her an animal and 
she acts like an animal, why shouldn't I talk to her 
like one? Makes sense, if you think about it."

"I had no idea you were so deep," Chet laughed. "But 
enough philosophy. Let's get this filly-bitch-slut off. 
Slim, how are those titties doing?"

"Good question. In all the excitement, I almost forgot 
to check." Slim reached underneath her and batted at 
the outside of both her breasts, knocking them into 
each other in a loud, wet smack. It sounded painful but 
wasn't, except for the burning numbness in her clamped 
nipples. Slim, of course, did not forget about them 
either, tugging gently on both clips, pulling them 
upward toward her chin. "I know that hurts, slut," he 
whispered in her ear, "but it hurts so good, doesn't 
it? It's OK to enjoy it. We all know you're a slutty 
whore. That's why we like you so much."

Cori's back was curved in an exaggerated arch in 
response to Slim tugging on her nipples. As a result, 
her ass was stuck high in the air, the telltale black 
plug snuggled up against her rectum and the single 
piece of white string snaking out of her cunt, looped 
over her clit. Tom reached for her clit and began 
rubbing it back and forth. Then he took the string and 
used it to pull on her clit and wiggle it from side to 
side between her snug pussy lips. 

Cori started rotating her hips in small circles, 
enjoying the direct stimulation of her clit. Her ass 
and pussy burned with desire and a hint of pain. Her 
nipples ached, mostly from the clips, but also from her 
rapidly increasing arousal. Maybe it was the blindfold 
heightening her senses or maybe it was the hyper-
stimulation of her most sensitive body parts or maybe 
it was a combination, but Cori felt like she was on 
fire and needed sexual release worse than she'd ever 
felt. 

How she could be having such intense feelings on the 
heels of so many orgasms already, she didn't know. All 
she knew was she wanted to start cumming again and 
never stop. She was disappointed when she felt Tom 
remove the string from her clit.

"Hey fellas," Tom said, tugging lightly on the string, 
"I think I caught something."

"Watcha fishin' for?" Paul asked.

"Cunt-fish and Rainbow twat," Tom said, busting out 
laughing. The whole group laughed at Tom's play on 
words.

"Well, reel it in and see what you got," Paul said. 
"Looks to me like you might have landed a tight, wet 
octo-pussy." More laughter. Cori was genuinely glad the 
guys were enjoying this. Sure, it was a strain on her, 
but it was her job to entertain them and make them 
happy. Plus, she was receiving countless orgasms in 
return, so she had no complaints. Actually, the dirty 
talk and fun at her expense was a major turn on.

Tom pulled on the string and the first, smallest ball 
appeared between Cori's soft, swollen pussy lips. Paul 
knelt down to get a closer view and to play with Cori's 
clit. With a firm tug, the first ball oozed out of her 
cunt, looking slick and shiny, covered in oil and a 
fresh coat of the pussy cream that Cori was producing 
in copious amounts. 

Cori trembled with excitement as the second ball 
distended her pussy lips, then popped free. The two 
largest balls were still stuffed deep inside her, but 
Tom gradually pulled them out, reeling them in like 
game fish, firm but patient. Meanwhile, Cori was 
squirming around, like a bass — or ass — trying to 
wriggle off a hook.

"Hold on!" Chet said. "Don't let that bitch get away, 
Tom. Reel that cunt in!"

Tom saw the golf-ball sized ball approaching Cori's 
pussy opening and stopped pulling. She continued 
wriggling, expecting to feel the sweet release of the 
ball popping out of her pussy. But Tom was pulling no 
more.

"You're on your own now, Ms. Banks," Tom said. "I've 
done enough. My arms hurt. It's up to you to push it 
out from here. Use those strong pussy muscles and 
squeeze it out."

Cori gave a frustrated snort through her nose, but 
immediately began focusing on pushing the ball out of 
her pussy. Through lots of exercise and a naturally 
gifted body, Cori had developed a very tight, strong 
pussy that squeezed firmly around cocks and fingers and 
snapped back from any stretching with amazing 
elasticity. She relied on these muscles to squeeze and 
slowly push the ball out of her twat. It went slowly 
until it teetered halfway in and out of her, then, with 
a final push, it popped out and Tom caught it on the 
fly.

"Nice catch!" Paul said, slapping Tom on the back. "One 
down, three to go."

Cori's pussy had momentum now and the next two balls 
popped out fairly quickly and easily, pulling the 
large, last ball steadily down her pussy chute until 
it, too, was pushing against the tight gates of her 
twat. 

"Come on, bitch, don't stop now," Tom encouraged her. 
"Use that tight, wet cunt and push it on out of there." 
Cori grunted and strained through her ball gag, her 
face red from exertion, sweat and oil dripping off her 
amazing body. The ball pushed against her pussy lips, 
spreading them open, but as it was about a fourth of 
the way out, Cori seemed to run out of energy. 

"Slim, I think she needs a little encouragement," Paul 
said. "I'll handle this end. You do that one. Hold on 
to her, boys, she's liable to buck a bit." Paul grabbed 
the base of the dildo lodged in her ass and pulled it 
about half way out of her ass. At the same time, Slim 
gripped both nipple clamps and Chet and Buck held her 
slippery body as best they could. "Everybody ready?" 
Paul asked. "Now!"

As he said now, Paul rammed the dildo back into her 
ass, all the way to the hilt. Slim jerked up on the 
nipple clams, pulling her tits up toward her chin. Tom 
joined in with a hearty slap on her ass. Paul pulled 
the dildo back out, then rammed it back in. It was a 
powerful, deep ass fucking that was completely reaming 
her out. Sharp jolts of pain shot through Cori's 
nipples while her ass burned despite the ample 
lubrication. 

"Come on, bitch, pop it out!" Paul grunted, expending a 
good deal of effort churning the dildo in and out of 
her ass. "Pop it out, then we're going to make you 
cum."

Driven by pure animal desire plus a blind hope that 
popping the ball of out of her pussy would bring an end 
to the ravaging of her ass and tits, Cori focused all 
effort on her pussy and squeezed with all her might. 
The ball moved slowly at first, then squirted out, 
flying into Tom's waiting hands. Paul jammed the dildo 
back in to the hilt and left it there, while Slim 
removed the torturous nipple clamps. 

"Nice job, Cori," Paul said. "Now, as promised, it's 
time for you to cum again." With that, he put his 
entire fist into her pussy, still gaping from the 
balls, and began fist-fucking her with long, deep 
thrust of his thick hand. Slim tended to her tender, 
abused nipples, now hypersensitive and very responsive 
to a soft touch. Slim rolled them between his fingers, 
gently rubbing them. 

The sudden switch from pain to pleasure in her tits was 
maddening ecstasy. The fist and dildo still lodged in 
her pussy and ass were more than a little 
uncomfortable, but the feeling of immense fullness was 
so unique, it was strangely comforting and very 
stimulating. Cori found herself humping against Paul's 
fist, wanting him to go deeper, harder.

Things just kept getting better when Tom began fiddling 
with her aroused clit. He rubbed it and pinched it, 
making it harder as it throbbed with desire.

Cori was desperate for release now. Sensing this, John 
ordered all hands on deck. Now, in addition to Slims 
hands on her nipples, another pair of hands — Buck's — 
were massaging her breasts with firm but pleasing 
squeezes. Paul removed the dildo from her ass and his 
fist from her pussy. He then planted both hands on her 
ass and squeezed and rubbed it. 

Tom played with her clit and Chet rain his hands up and 
down her sweet, tender thighs. After intense — even 
painful — stimulation of her body, the men were now 
being gentle, tender and attentive to her needs and 
desires. The hyper-stimulation finally sent her over 
the top and Cori began trembling, her legs wobbling as 
she creamed yet again. The men held her up, never 
relenting from their sensual massages, extending her 
orgasm as long as they could. Cori was in ecstasy. John 
removed the ball gag, letting her breath easier and 
catch her breath. She was still blindfolded, 
heightening her other senses as orgasm after orgasm 
racked her nubile body.

When Cori was finally spent, her body went limp and the 
men laid her gently on her back on the deck. They 
removed the blindfold and let her lay there, basking in 
the afterglow, her body attempting to recover from 
extreme highs and lows it had endured. 

"Well, gentlemen, I hate to say this," John said, "but 
it's getting late and I still have some fucking to do. 
So, if you don't mind, let's break it up and we'll do 
it again next week."

"Sure thing, man," Paul said. "But are you sure you can 
fuck her any more tonight? I think she's had about all 
she can take."

"Oh, she can take more, believe me," John said. "I 
figure at least once more in each hole ought to get me 
through the evening."

"Well, have at it," Chet said. "Thanks John, that was 
the best show I've seen in a long time."

"My pleasure," John said. "Happy to have you guys over. 
Remember to bring lots of cum with you next week. And 
any toys or anything like that. We'll just make this a 
weekly thing."

Everyone agreed that was a great idea and left, shaking 
John's hand and taking one last look at the prone, oil-
covered Cori before filing out.

John followed them to the front door, then took out a 
large sheet of plastic and spread it over his living 
room floor. Then he went back outside, scooped Cori up 
in his arms and carried her inside, laying her oily, 
still limp body on the sheet. 

"I'll be right back, fuck toy," he said. He went back 
outside, gathered up the sex toys and brought them all 
back in, laying them next to her on the sheet. "Come 
on, Cori. Let's play. Sit up here and suck my cock."

Cori, still smiling from her multiple orgasms, got up 
on her hands and knees and eagerly gobbled up his cock. 
She quickly worked her mouth down on his shaft, taking 
him balls deep and deep throating him the way she knew 
he liked it. She bobbed her head up and down on him and 
occasionally licked his balls. Meanwhile, John dumped 
yet another half a bottle of baby oil on her back, 
letting it run down her sides to her hanging breasts 
and down her back, between her firm ass cheeks and 
tender thighs.

Staying power wasn't going to be a problem this time 
for John, so he let Cori pleasure him with her mouth 
and tongue for several minutes before pushing her away 
and instructing her to lay on her back and put her legs 
over her head. Cori did this without hesitation, 
readily presenting her ass and pussy to him. 

John rubbed his cock between her pussy lips, lubing it 
with oil and her juices, then aimed it at her puckered 
but oh-so-recently reamed asshole. His cock head 
speared through the opening and he felt the tight, 
familiar warmth of her ass envelope his cock. He 
entered her more easily than usual, thanks to the 
copious amounts of lubrication. Probably the giant 
dildo had helped loosen her up a little bit too, but 
John was pleased to find her ass as tight and pleasant 
as ever. For her part, Cori was happy to have something 
smaller than a baseball bat reaming her out. John's 
thick cock felt relatively small and much more 
pleasurable compared to the massive dildo.

"Oh, yeah, that's so good," John groaned in absolute 
pleasure, continuing to slide his fat cock into her 
until he felt his balls touch the round globes of her 
ass. Holding his cock completely inside her, he hooked 
his thumbs inside her exposed pussy and pulled the lips 
apart, revealing her soft, pink interior. "Shit, that's 
so hot." Cori smiled up at him, proud that she could 
provide so much pleasure to him.

Picking up Cori's soaked, tiny swimsuit, John wadded it 
up and held it against her snatch. He poked it between 
her pussy lips, stuffing it into her hot hole. All the 
while, his motionless cock throbbed inside her red-hot 
ass. He kept poking and stuffing the swimsuit into her 
cunt until it was all inside her, the juicy twat laps 
snapped snuggly back shut. 

"Who needs an overnight bag?" John joked. "You can just 
carry your clothes in there. I think that should be the 
test as to whether or not your clothes are skimpy 
enough. If we can't fit them in your cunt, there's too 
much material."

Cori smiled lustily at him and giggled. "That would 
probably look funny at the mall — me stuffing clothes 
up my pussy."

"No funnier than you with cum shooting out of your nose 
like it did at the mall," John said, slowly beginning 
to fuck her ass while he rubbed her pussy. "Damn, I 
wish I would have seen that."

"Me too," Cori said. "I wish it would have been your 
cum. I want to be so full of your cum that it runs out 
of my ears and eyes and the pores in my skin!" Cori was 
suddenly very lusty, humping her ass against his cock, 
her pussy against his hand.

"You nasty little cum slut," John grinned, picking up 
the pace as he drilled her ass. "Isn't that belly full 
of cum enough for you?"

"Not nearly enough," Cori smiled devilishly. "Give me 
more!"

"Oh, I've got more," John said. He was fucking her so 
hard that his balls were making a loud, wet slapping 
noise against her ass. "The only question is where to 
put it. So many options. I love the way it looks on 
your face. I love to watch you eat it. Or, I could just 
spray it all over your tits or fill your ass or pussy 
with it. What do you think?"

"Oh yeah, that's so good," Cori was saying in response 
to John's powerful fucking and the way he was playing 
with her stuffed pussy. "Cum anywhere you want. I'm 
your receptacle. Fill me up or cover me with it. I'll 
take it any way I can get it."

"You bet your sweet, hot little ass you will," John 
said. At times like this, John wished he could just 
stay hard forever. He didn't really want to cum yet. He 
just wanted to keep fucking her while he stared at her 
amazing, oil-covered body and cute, smiling face. 

With his cock buried to the hilt in her tight ass and 
his pussy bared for his inspection, it was the sort of 
moment you would like to freeze in time forever. But 
Cori was simply too hot and even a mature man like John 
was unable to contain his lust. Pulling out, he sprayed 
several jets of hot sticky cum across her tits and 
belly, imagining that cum was indeed oozing out of her 
pores as she had asked for. "Is that what you wanted, 
you little slut?"

"Oh yeah," Cori smiled. "Thank you, thank you, thank 
you!"

"You're welcome, cum slut," John said. "Now finish the 
job." He let her legs down and straddled her face, 
dipping his cock — which seconds ago had been balls-
deep in her ass — into her waiting mouth. She licked 
her own juices, his cum and the oil from his cock, 
milking all of it until he was clean and his cock was 
soft. 

John pulled his cock out of her mouth and replaced it 
with his balls, which he dipped into her mouth like 
dunking a donut in a cup of coffee. She greedily licked 
and sucked them as well, knowing the stimulation would 
help produce another full, juicy load for later on.

When John backed away, he looked at Cori. She was 
laying on her back, nude except for her shoes. She was 
covered in oil and cum. He knelt between her legs and 
spread her juicy twat. He hooked his finger into her 
cunt and slowly pulled out the tiny swimsuit, which was 
completely soaked in sweat, cum, oil and pussy juice. 
It would make a perfect gag for later, he thought.

"Time to clean you up, you dirty, naughty girl," John 
laughed. He rolled her up in the plastic sheet and 
carried her upstairs to the master bathroom. He laid 
her on the floor and turned on the hot water and dumped 
in a generous amount of bubble bath. When the bath was 
ready, he gently put her in. He brought her a drink and 
left her alone for the next hour.

Cori cleaned herself from head to toe, washing away all 
the oil and cum and sweat. She washed her hair and then 
laid back and relaxed, letting the hot, soapy water 
soothe her tired, well-fucked and spent body. She was 
sore, sure, but also very happy and content. How could 
she not be after so many wonderfully intense orgasms? 
Plus, she knew she had pleased every one of those men, 
and that alone was satisfaction enough for her. The 
orgasms were an extremely nice bonus.

John spent the hour cleaning up the mess from 
downstairs and then taking a hot shower in the guest 
bathroom. He then put on only a pair of boxers and went 
back upstairs with a drink, a plate of fruit and the 
bag full of sex toys. He put the toys next to the bed 
and then went in to check on Cori. 

He found the gorgeous blonde laying back in the tub, 
her eyes half-closed as she sipped her water and played 
lazily with the bubbles floating all around her. Again, 
he found himself wishing this could be a permanent, 
everyday thing. He knew he was fortunate to have her 
twice a week, but he couldn't help wishing she was his 
full-time, live-in fuck toy.

"Hey sexy," he said, offering her some of the fruit. 
She took a couple strawberries and chunks of pineapple. 
"How are you feeling?"

"Great," Cori cooed. 

"Sore at all?" John asked. "I hope the boys weren't too 
rough with you."

"My ass hurts a little," Cori admitted, "but my pussy 
and mouth feel fine. My nipples are really sensitive 
right now, but they don't really hurt. I feel fine. 
Really I do."

"Good," John said. "You know I would never 
intentionally hurt you. But I'm not just saying things 
when I say that you are made for this. You are. You 
have the perfect body, Cori. You're designed for sex, 
for pleasing men. And you're in such fantastic shape, 
you can outlast any man and go on and on for hours, day 
after day. You're like a world-class athlete, and I say 
that out of respect and admiration. And maybe a little 
lust." John smiled.

"Thanks, John," Cori said, again finding herself 
touched by the older man's sincerity. He was so sweet 
at times, yet had become so forceful lately during 
their fuck sessions. She liked the dual personality 
very much. "I'm happy to please you and the other guys. 
Makes me feel good knowing I can make you happy. Is 
there anything I can do to make you happy now?" she 
asked, looking at John's crotch.

"In a few minutes," John said. "But relax for now. 
You've earned a rest and I need one too." He sat down 
on a chair next to the tub, facing Cori, and ate a 
piece of orange. 

"So tell me, what was the best part out of all that out 
there?" John asked. "Was it the dildo, the balls, the 
nipple clamps, the blindfold, the gag, the finger-
fucking, the cum-eating? What really did it for you? 
You got off so many times. It was beautiful to watch."

"I guess it was a combination of all of it," Cori said. 
"Mostly, I liked all the attention and knowing that 
everyone was having fun. It made me feel so special to 
know everyone wanted to make me feel good. And the 
balls in my pussy felt reeeallly good."

"Yeah, I knew you liked that," John smiled. 

"I also liked the blindfold and gag," Cori admitted. 
"Sometimes I like the controlled, helpless feeling, as 
long as I know I'm safe."

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way," John said, "because 
sometimes I like the feeling of being in control and I 
want to be in control now. I won't hurt you, of course, 
but I am going to be dominant and verbally abusive."

"Ooh, OK," Cori grinned.

"You'll call me Cockmaster," John said.

"Yes, Cockmaster."

"I will call you slut, bitch, whore, cunt or whatever 
else I want."

"Yes, Cockmaster."

"You will get out of the tub and dry your hair. You 
will put lots of red lipstick and your other makeup. 
You will put your hair in a ponytail."

"Yes Cockmaster."

"You will come wear only your heels."

"Yes Cockmaster."

"Get out of the tub and prepare yourself for me, slut."

"Yes Cockmaster." Cori stood up, water and soap bubbles 
dripping from her perfect body. John handed her a towel 
and left the room. He came back a moment later carrying 
the sweat, cum and oil soaked bathing suit. 

"Put this back in your cunt, Cunt," John said.

"Yes Cockmaster." Cori took the suit from him and, 
putting one leg up on the side of the tub, gently 
spread her pussy lips and stuffed the suit back inside 
her warm snatch.

"You will play with your clit and your pussy," John 
said. "You will be very wet and your nipples will be 
fully erect before you come to please me."

"Yes Cockmaster."

"Take your time and do a good job, cum slut. Your 
Cockmaster will be waiting for you in the bedroom."

"Yes Cockmaster."

Cori followed John's instructions to the letter, 
including playing with her pussy. She was excited from 
the day's events and by John's current attitude, so it 
took very little stimulation to get her juices flowing 
once again. Within minutes, she had saturated the poor 
flimsy swimsuit with her pussy juice once again.

When she was done drying her hair and applying her 
makeup, Cori put on her heels. With a last check in the 
mirror, she gave her already erect nipples an extra 
tweak, then walked out to meet her awaiting master. 
John was sitting in a large, heavily cushioned chair 
watching a pornographic video on TV. 

Cori glanced at the screen and saw an obscenely busty 
young woman with her hands tied behind her back being 
skull-fucked by two men who were taking turns abusing 
her throat. John, who watched completely naked, was 
sporting an impressive hard on while calmly sipping a 
glass of wine. After he was sure Cori had seen the 
video, he turned it off and turned his attention to 
her.

"Very nice, slut," John said. "I see your nipples are 
hard and juices are running down your thighs. You are, 
indeed, a naughty little cum slut, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes, Cockmaster," Cori said, in a soft voice that she 
felt conveyed her submission to him. "I am your slut, 
here to serve and please you in any and every way."

"Good answer," John said. "Did you bring me your 
swimsuit?"

"Yes, Cockmaster. Would you like me to give it to you?"

"Not yet. I'm sure it's very happy where it is. Start 
by sucking me, whore. You saw the girl on the tape. Do 
it like that. Hands behind your back and don't stop 
until my cock is down your throat and my balls are on 
your chin."

"Yes, Cockmaster." Cori obediently knelt between his 
legs and wasted no time dropping her mouth onto his 
cock. He put his hands on the back of her head and 
drove his cock into the back of her throat. Cori never 
gagged on his cock before, but she thought it would fit 
the theme of their little role play if she did it now. 
She saw the girl on the tape do it and realized what a 
feeling of size and power it must be for a man to make 
a girl gag on his cock. Cori allowed herself to gag as 
John's cock slammed into the back of her throat.

"That's it, bitch," John grunted. "Gag on that big 
cock. Choke on it." He pinched her nose. "Can you 
breathe, slut?" Cori shook her head no. "Good. Suck it 
good, bitch, and maybe I'll let you breathe."

Cori and John both knew there was no chance of him 
actually choking her or preventing her from getting a 
breath, but John was loving the fantasy and Cori was 
happy to act it out for him. Cori pretended to gag 
again and John let her up, holding onto her nose. Cori 
gasped for breath through her mouth.

"Do you want to breathe?" John asked.

"Yes, Cockmaster," Cori gasped, acting more out of 
breath than she really was.

"Then get back on my cock and suck it right, you 
fucking little bitch." He unplugged her nose and rammed 
his cock back into her throat. Cori again exaggerated 
the gagging and choking, trusting her instincts that 
this is what John wanted. She was right.

"Fucking whore, can't even suck cock right," John said 
in mock disgust as he pushed her mouth off his cock. 
"Get on the bed, bitch. On your hands and knees. Spread 
your legs and show me that hot cunt."

Cori scrambled onto the bed and John climbed on after 
her, positioning himself between her legs. He smacked 
her ass once, then reached for her pussy.

"Got a little present for me here, slut?"

"Yes, Cockmaster."

John pushed his fingers inside her dripping snatch and 
felt the soggy swimsuit. Slowly, delighting in the 
sight of it coming out of her cunt, he pulled it out 
and put it to his nose.

"Hmm, smells like fresh-squeezed pussy," he said. 
"Here, want to smell your own cunt, you nasty bitch?" 
He reached forward and smothered her face with the wet, 
odorous material. Then, pulling it taught, he pulled it 
against her mouth. "Open up, slut. You're going to eat 
your own twat juice."

Cori opened her mouth and John pulled it between her 
lips, lodging it between her teeth. He pulled back 
hard, forcing her head back. "Put your hands behind 
your back, slut." Cori did, leaning forward to rest her 
head on the bed. John took the ends of the suit and 
tied them around her wrists. Now, she was in effect 
gagging herself, her hands securely tied behind her 
back, pulling the swimsuit taut in her mouth.

She tasted the slightly sweet, salty taste of her own 
fluids, mixed with oil and a few shots of sperm, no 
doubt. Any revulsion she felt from knowing where the 
suit had been was cancelled out by the sheer excitement 
of being so wanton, so dirty and so submissive to her 
much older "Cockmaster". 

With her legs still spread wide, John put his hands on 
her hips and guided his rock-hard cock toward her 
snatch, which was nearly dripping with pussy cream. His 
cock parted the familiar twat lips and sank smoothly 
into her hot cunt. Once he was fully inside her, he 
grabbed her bound wrists with one hand, keeping his 
other hand on her hip. 

He began fucking her in hard, deep strokes, using her 
bound hands as leverage. As he pulled back on them, the 
gag was forced deeper into her mouth and her head was 
snapped back. Her tits stuck out even more prominently 
than usual and provided added visual stimulation for 
John.

"That's it, you little whore," John said. "Take that 
big cock up your cunt while you gag on that nasty, 
slimy gag. Taste my cum and your own pussy juice, you 
naughty slut."

Cori mumbled something unintelligible in response, but 
John was certain if he could have heard it, it would 
have been something like, "Yes, take me, Cockmaster. 
Make me your little slut and bang my juicy cunt like 
the horny whore I am." At least that's what he chose to 
believe, and, given Cori's inherent desire to please, 
he was probably right on track.

John hammered into her perfect pussy with relentless 
speed and power, thrusting as deep as he could with 
every stroke. It all felt so good, his only regret was 
that his cock wasn't 4 feet long. He wanted to stick it 
in her pussy and watch it come out of her mouth. While 
he knew it was impossible, it didn't stop him from 
trying — reach for the stars; you never know how close 
you might come. 

With maximum penetration in mind, John grabbed Cori's 
ponytail with his right hand, keeping his left firmly 
locked on her bound hands. The tugging on both her hair 
and the gag in her mouth jerked Cori's head back and 
curved her upper torso into an exaggerated curve, her 
backed arched to its fullest extent, her tits virtually 
popping off her chest. 

She was forced back against his thrusting cock, which 
hammered away at her pussy at a furious, relentless 
pace. John loved the site of his thighs slapping 
against her firm ass and wished he had a third hand to 
give that naughty ass a proper spanking. But he wasn't 
about to let go. He had her right where he wanted and 
he was going to milk this for all it was worth — and as 
long as he could hold his cum back.

John saw the strain in Cori's neck and back and would 
have worried that he was hurting her except that he 
felt her ass pushing back against him, her pussy 
tightening as she climaxed for what must have been the 
100th time that day. 

"That's it, cum you little whore," John said. "Cum for 
your Cockmaster. Show me how much you love my cock!" 
Cori responded with a high-pitched, nasal squeal that 
John chose to interpret as her undying loyalty to his 
cock and he unloaded yet another fresh serving of his 
hot spunk into her always willing snatch. "Take all 
that cum, you slut. Take it right up your cunt!" 

John continued hammering away long after his cock was 
done creaming, not letting go of her hair or hands 
until his cock finally softened and reluctantly slipped 
out of her. Cori fell face first into the mattress when 
John let go, her ass sticking straight in the air. 

John wished his cock could get hard again so he could 
fuck her ass pipe again, but knowing this wasn't 
possible, he settled for giving her a few playful but 
firm slaps on the ass, chuckling with sheer delight as 
he did so. How many men ever enjoyed such pleasure even 
once in their lives? He got to do it several times a 
week, and he was 54 years old! 

Suddenly, he felt his age — very tired. He rolled Cori 
over onto her side and undid her bound hands and gagged 
mouth. "That was excellent, Cockmaster!" she gasped. 
"Did I please my Cockmaster?" 

"You were perfect, Cori," John said, using her name to 
let her know she could drop the 'Cockmaster' role-play. 
"I wish I could keep playing, but I'm exhausted and I'm 
guessing you are too."

"Very," Cori said. 

"Then let's get some sleep," John said. "You've got 
your first day with the mayor to be tomorrow. I have to 
call him in the morning and see where he wants you to 
be. Do you have something you can wear or do we need to 
stop by your house in the morning?"

"Yeah, I have my cutoffs and tube top — the usual 
Friday uniform," Cori said. "I hope that will be OK for 
Mr. Holman."

"He's crazy if it's not," John said. Cori noted again 
how sweet this man was an curled up next to him as they 
fell asleep in a gentle embrace.

More to come?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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