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Pam was a booty call

2/3/2016

Pam was a booty call, whenever I was home from college and
could not hook up with one of my main girlfriends I’d give
Pam a call. It’s not that she wasn’t attractive, she
was, people still say she looks quite a bit like Kendra,
for the “Girls Next Door, ” Hugh Hefner’s girlfriend
for a while.


Pam was 15 and already had a reputation as easy when we met,
I had just turned 16 and in my sophomore year in high school.
We never dated, just flirted when I would go to buy beer in
the grocery store where she worked. Yes I had a fake ID, I
was not a good kid. One night that summer, after lots of trips
to her store, I was making a purchase just as her shift was
ending, She was a bagger that night and had to carry my four
cases of Coors to my pickup truck.


As she was unloading she said, “I get off in a minute could
you give me a ride home?”


I replied, “I would gladly ride you.”


“After that would you take me home?” She said with a
smile.


That was the first time I really noticed her great smile,
she was very attractive, a little young for my taste, and
a little too skinny, I typically dated girls with curves.
I am an ass man still today, I don’t like the jumbo ghetto
booty like the Kardashian girls, but an athletic, high
and hard ass is the pinnacle of feminine perfection. She
had little A or B cup titties and had a gap, her thighs didn’t
touch, you could easily rub her crotch while he was standing,
again a little too skinny for my tastes but skinny pussy
is way better than no pussy so with an offer like that, how
could I refuse.


I iced down the beer while waiting for her to punch out. When
she came out she opened up the ice chest grabbed a beer and
climbed in the passenger side. After asking her where she
lived, we headed toward her house. I wasn’t a block away
from her work when she slid over and started stroking my
cock through my jeans.


“I got tired of waiting for you to ask me on a date so I decided
to take matters into my own hands, ” she said as she unbuttoned
my jeans and took my rapidly hardening cock into her hands.



“I didn’t realize this was a date, ” I replied.


“Call it whatever you want, as long as you fuck me before
we get home.”


I found the first dark parking spot I could, she was giving
me a great hand job, but who wants a hand job when pussy is
being offered. I open the door and stepped out thinking
we would crawl in the truck bed under the tonneau cover,
where I just happened to always keep a sleeping bag-, along
with my ice chests. She slid out as soon as I did, and immediately
started taking off her clothes.


When she leaned back in to place her clothes on the passenger
seat her pussy opened up and it was already visibly wet,
I couldn’t resist, I pushed her chest to the seat with
a hand between her shoulder blades, she let out a moan and
slid her feet apart to give me better access. I placed my
dick at the entrance to her pussy and buried it to the hilt
in a single thrust. Her legs started shaking and she cried
out in orgasm at the first stroke. I held there for a minute
as she convulsed, pinning her to the seat with my pelvis.



When she stopped tremoring I started pounding her as hard
as I could, which caused her to again orgasm loudly, I was
afraid someone would call the cops she was screaming so
loud. I won’t lie and say we did it for hours, in reality
it couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes before
I again pinned her to the seat as I ejaculated jet after jet
of cum into her pussy. Being 19 I didn’t lose my hard on,
when I stepped back a web of cum extended from the head of
my dick to her dripping pussy.


She turned around saw that I was still hard and asked, “Oh,
goody, are you going fuck me some more?”


All I said was “yes, ” as I leaned in to suck on her nipple.



She lay back on the truck seat with her ass hanging over the
edge. It was the first good look I got at her naked body, her
tits looked like half tennis balls sitting on her chest
where every rib could be counted, at the top of the tennis
balls were little pinkish brown areolae about the size
of a quarter, standing as hard little nubbins about the
size of a thimble, and extending about as high were two of
the hardest nipples I had ever seen. Her hip bones extended
up from her abdomen like handles, I have on many occasions
since, used them as such. Her mons was about as prominent
as her tits covered in a soft mousy brown fur. Her belly button
appeared as if it had been drawn on, no indentation or protrusion,
just a little circle on the flat tummy.


She spread her legs as far as the steering wheel would allow
and wrapped them around my back as I stepped in, locking
her ankles together she pulled me into her, my penis had
no trouble sliding right back into her cum filled pussy.
I took a nipple into my mouth, sucked it hard, trying to leave
a hickey as a lingering memento to our first copulation.
I nibbled lightly then bit holding it between my teeth as
I raised my head causing her tit to stretch upward as the
tip pulled from the clench of my jaw.


A few times on each teat and she was thrusting her pelvis
up into mine yelling “Fuck me, Oh my god fuck me.”


I pulled her legs up placing the backs of her knees on my shoulders
and pushed her toward the passenger door as I climbed into
the seat. She was doubled over with her toes pushing at the
window behind her as I pounded her, the slap of our bellies
together as I forced myself downward made a clapping sound
and she again started shaking, her toes curled up beside
my ears, as her legs went rigid and started to quake. The
clamping of the muscles inside her pussy was like playing
the scales on a piano, but instead of a keyboard it was my
organ being massaged.


Again in a matter of minutes I came again while she was still
in her convulsions. I lay there on top of her, still buried
as deep as I could go in her pussy , she opened her eyes smiled
ear to ear and said, “That was the best fuck I ever had,
you better take me home.”


I stepped out and got dressed as she got dressed inside the
cab, after taking a leak behind the truck I got back in and
drove her home. She had me stop about a block from her house
so she could walk the rest of the way. She didn’t want her
dad to see her getting out of some boys truck.


I happened to catch her at the end of her shift a couple more
times that year, both times we fucked like rabbits before
dropping her off a block from her house. Her dad didn’t
let her date so I never bothered to ask her out, besides I
was dating a friends mom, who was drop dead gorgeous had
the curves I liked so well, and who had the double enticement
of liking anal sex, and sharing me with her friends in three
way action. It was a great senior year, but all good things
must come to an end.


In July I went off to boot camp to Fort Benning, Georgia,
saying goodbye to my lady friends, and freedom in one fail
swoop. I can’t say whether I liked the Army or not, some
idiot at the range put an end to my military career almost
before it stated. The bullet just missed my heart but caused
enough damage that I was given a medical discharge and partial
disability. I started college a semester late because
of it and joined a fraternity. If you think high school girls
were easy, when you tell college girls you were shot while
serving in the military, and show them the scar, you get
pussy galore.


Pam had been long forgotten until the summer after my sophomore
year at State. I was home drinking beer with my best friends
from childhood when Mark out of the blue says, “Dude,
didn’t you used to bang the hot little blond bag girl at
Safeway?”


“”Probably, ” I replied, “of which hot blond
are you referring?”


“I think her name is Pam, you know the one, skinny, gap,
went to Ashland.”


“Yeah, I fucked her a few times, why?”


“Well you know my cousin Mike, goes to Ashland, and he
was telling me about after the last football game , they
have this senior night celebration, and this chick decides
to up the ante on celebration by fucking the senior guys,
I mean there’s like eight of them.”


He continued, “She strips off naked there in the school
parking lot and lets them fuck her one after another. Well
some other guys decide to get in line and she lets them, she
fucked like thirty guys that night. Mike said he had tried
to tap her a couple of times since, but she told him she likes
older men. Guess who was pulling the train? Yep, Pam your
checkout girl.”


“I guess I’ll have to check her out again, ” I replied.



And I did that very night I went in to buy beer and guess who
was at the counter?


Saturday nights she would work late, and if I didn’t hook
up with someone else I’d be waiting for her to get off work,
she would smile and start undressing before we even left
the parking lot. I bet I fucked her a dozen times before we
ever even kissed. By the end of the summer, I quit trying
to find it anywhere else and we were dating steady. I say
we were dating, her dad still wouldn’t let her go out on
“official” dates, so we would sneak around and meet
up to go out.


When school started back up I took an extra heavy load trying
to get out early, and had no time for dating during the week,
but would make up for it on the weekends sometimes never
bothering to get dressed, we fucked each other to exhaustion.
By Christmas she was pregnant, I just assumes she was on
the pill, she wasn’t. How it took her that long to get knocked
up is beyond me, but I did the right thing and we got married.



I stopped out and got a job with Dow, making really good money,
we bought a house, and had our first child, a daughter in
July, our second child, a son came along less than a year
later. Because of my success she was able to be a stay at home
mom, which was good because she never finished high school
and was a straight D student before that. I won’t say she
was dumb, but she thought Alaska was an Island below Hawaii,
because that is where she had always seen it on the maps.
She even once wrote a check to deposit money into the same
checking account.


What she lacked in intelligence she made up for in sex drive,
She would wake me up riding my morning wood, and would greet
me at the door naked, or in some sexy lingerie when I got home
from work. Five years after our wedding we were still having
sex two or three times a day. She would role play, try any
position you could dream of, and was always ready for sex
without a minute of foreplay. She did however claim to not
like giving head or anal, using them as reward for good deeds
or instead of presents for special occasions, or when she
was drunk. Get her drunk and she was up for anything. The
problem was she hardly ever drank.


She had some hot friends who flirted ruthlessly with me,
and made it quite clear if I ever wanted any on the side, just
give them a call. One friend in particular drove me crazy
with lust. Terri wasn’t a beauty by any means, and her
body was only okay, but she had a sex appeal that was undeniable,
and she loved to tell us about her exploits, the threesomes
she had with her second husband, with both other guys and
gals, to the orgies that went to and how she loved getting
fucked in the ass. Whenever she would leave our house Pam
always got an extra-long and hard session of sex.


When Terri started talking about her gangbang I almost
cam in my pants, My dick was so hard it had extended to the
point that the head was causing a tent down my pant leg, and
Terri was compelled to mention it, and actually grabbed
it with both hands , right in front of my wife and our other
guests, I jumped up, and immediately went outside for some
fresh air.


Later that night as Pam and I were getting undressed for
bed, she mentioned that “Terri had really gotten to me
today.” I didn’t even try and deny it.


“What did she say that got you so horny, ” asked my wife.



I decided to be completely honest, “It was the gangbang
story.”


“Would you want to gangbang her?” Pam querried.


“Well, yes, but I’d rather gangbang you.” Was my
response.


“Pam smiling said, “You gangbang me all the time, lover.”



“I mean a real gangbang, ” I said.


“You would, let, other guys fuck me?”


“Only if I was in the group.”


“How could you do that, don’t you love me?”


“Of course I love you, I married you didn’t I, I don’t
know why, but the thought of you getting royally fucked
by a bunch of guys really turns me on.”


“A BUNCH of guys, just how many dudes do you think I should
fuck to turn you one?” She was obviously enraged and getting
madder, which kind of pissed me off.


“Oh, I don’t know maybe a football team?” I replied
contemptuously.


“What the fuck do you mean by that?”


“Hey, you’ve done it before, why not do it again?”



“Who said I did it before? They Fucking Lied out their
ass!” She then slammed the bedroom door in my face and
locked me out for the night. It was the beginning of the end
for us. After that night our fighting got worse and more
frequent and our sex got worse and less frequent. I took
on every extra shift offered, and every out of town assignment,
burying my troubles in work and she started having affairs.
I would later find out that she had been having affairs since
we first started dating, but she no longer tried to hide
them. I denied the obvious at first and blamed myself. I
didn’t want to lose my family so I endured. She responded
with violence and verbal assaults.


One night it all came to a head when we were back in town due
to my father’s death, rather than be at my side she was
conspicuously absent, off fucking, what turned out to
be her old high school beau. We separated shortly after
that, and she filed for divorce within weeks. I ended up
having to pay for her lawyer and mine, she got everything
we owned, I got the bills. I was willing to give it all up to
keep the kids. She took my retirement and our savings, in
exchange for me getting custody, and paying her child support.
She wanted alimony, but child support was tax deductible,
while alimony was not.


Before the divorce was finalized she had already moved
in with her old boyfriend, when I dropped the kids off for
her weekend, I would give her a check, one time she took it
and while grinning ear-to-ear, said, “I told you I would
get everything.”


I smiled back and said, “well you did, but you don’t
get it forever.” Meaning she wouldn’t ever get anything
else, but the child support and it would end the day each
kid turned 18.


By the time the kids were teenagers their mother had long
since disappeared from their lives, but still cashed my
checks every month. A price I was more than willing to pay
to keep her away. The end of the month of my son’s 18th birthday
and marking his departure for West Point as a cadet, I was
happy to sign the last check, and marked on the bottom, “paid
in full.” Just like that she was gone, for what I hoped
was forever.


Three months later I opened the door and received a summons,
she was suing me for non-support. Our daughter was a senior
in college, and our son was in the military academy, both
well beyond the age that I was court-required to support,
yet I was still paying our daughters tuition, and room and
board, and our son’s car payment, plus helping them financially
however they needed, something their mother had never
done.


I couldn’t get my worthless lawyer to return my calls
so I showed up in court to represent myself. I had copies
of every cancelled check written to her (always on time
and the full amount) copies of my bank statements, the kids
birth certificates, my daughter’s college transcript
and my son’s duty papers, and our original divorce decree,
no way she was getting one more cent out of me.


The judge immediately asked where my representation was,
when I said I didn’t have an attorney he offered to extend
the proceedings until I had one, I declined, I was ready
to address the court and respond to any issues brought forth.
He seemed pleased enough to let it go. Her attorney read
the articles of law that I was supposedly in violation of
and then proceeded to claim, with a very impressive spreadsheet
I might add, that I had failed to pay on fifteen different
occasions over the past twelve years, including paying
only a reduced amount for the last two years, before stopping
altogether .


I first handed the bailiff copies of the checks representing
the claimed missed payment, the settlement agreement
which stated the amounts I was to pay, then the reduced amount,
once the first child turned eighteen or graduated high
school, whichever was last, and the kids birth certificates,
showing them both to be over eighteen, graduated and in
college.


The judge didn’t bat an eye before denying all claims.
Her lawyer then proposed that I should be required to pay
legal expenses, as I had in the original divorce, the judge
actually told him to, “Get real!” Before again denying
all claims and dismissing the suit.


She tried to talk to me in the hallway, but I walked past her
without even acknowledging her presence. I had to admit
though she did look good, somewhere along the way she god
a boob job and they were prominently on display, her too
short skirt revealed her shapely legs, she did have good
genes, but what a bitch. She tried calling my cell phone
before I even made it out of the parking garage, I didn’t
take the call, in fact I refused to take any of the several
dozen calls she made to both my home and cell, thankfully
she didn’t have my work phone.


On Saturday I rode in a poker run and didn’t get home until
around 8:00 PM as I pulled into the cul-de-sac, I saw her
p.o.s. yugo parked on the curb in front of my house. I pulled
into the driveway and directly into the garage and closed
the door behind me, she was running toward the door screaming
as it closed. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed myself
a beer, turned on the computer and browsed around then started
reading stories from my favorite literotica collections.
All the while she was beating on my door pleading for me to
let her in. After a couple of good reads, I was more than a
little horny and it dawned on me that if she kept this up one
of the neighbors would surely call the cops, so reluctantly
I opened the door.


“What the fuck do you want?” I queried.


“I’m in trouble and I need your help, ” she replied.



“And why should I care?” I responded.


“Please, they’re gonna hurt me, if you don’t help
me out.” She pleaded.


“Who is going to hurt you, and why?” wishing I hadn’t
asked as soon as the words left my mouth.


“Maurice, and his guys, I lost their drugs and they want
their money.”


She went on to explain how she had “gotten tricked”
into selling drugs for some black guy, and how she was at
a party and someone stole a whole bag of oxy’s out of her
purse. And Maurice was gonna kill her if she didn’t pay
him the grand she owed him. I told her that , “I failed to
see why I should care.”


She tried to play on sentiment stating that she was the mother
of my children, to which I pointed out that they haven’t
seen her or heard from her in years, no card or even a call
on birthdays, Christmas or graduation, as far as they knew
or cared she was dead. She offered to make it worth my while,
pulling at her collar showing even more cleavage. Then
turning around, raising her mini skirt and shaking her
boney thong covered ass at me. I told her she had always been
a pain in my ass, her response was that I used to like fuck
that ass.


Being horny from the stories, and remembering the sex we
had, she wasn’t the best I ever had, but she reminded me
of an old Kristofferson song, “every since the first
I had, the worst I had, was good.” My cock swelled in my
jeans and I had to make an adjustment, she jumped on the opportunity
and grabbed my manhood and started rubbing it. “See I
still turn you on, ” she stated.


“Yeah, you were always a great fuck, ” I lied.


“I’d let you fuck me again, if you help me out. I’ll
even give you a blowjob.” She offered.


“Just how much is fifty cents going to help?”


“Fuck you, I’m worth way more than fifty cents.”



“Not to me, I paid for you a long time ago.”


“Please, Maurice will kill me, I’ll do anything, and
you know I know what that means when said to you.”


“Anything? Really anything? If I want a sex slave, who
will do everything I say without question, are you willing
to commit to that? I may want to fuck you in public, in the
ass, I may want to share you with friends or strangers, I
may want you to fuck a dog, are you up for anything?”


“If you work things out with me and Maurice, I do anything.”



“For how long?”


“However long you want.”


“Okay, ” I directed, “let’s see if you mean it,
bend over the arm of the couch and drop your panties.”



“Mmmmm, you still remember what I like, ” she purred.



I dropped my pants, and kicked them away, stepped up behind
her and thrust my hard cock into her sopping pussy all the
way in a single thrust, then started slamming my hips to
her ass making a slapping sound on each stroke, she was groaning
and urging me on, telling me to, “Fuck her good.”


I won’t lie and say I have some giant cock, near as I can
tell from the guys I’ve seen in the showers at the gym,
I am just average. I’ve never had any complaints, and
I always seem to be satisfied, which was all I cared about
with Pam. I was in this for my entertainment, not hers. I
placed my left hand on the small of her back, directly on
top of her tramp stamp (how very appropriate I thought),
and pushed her into the sofa, drew back slowly then slammed
back in with as much force as my hips could muster. Each time
I bottomed out she grunted hard and between grunts kept
mumbling, “yes, yes, oh fuck yes.”


As she trembled in climax, she emitted a high pitched squeal
that increased in volume with each thrust. I withdrew completely,
lined up with the puckered rosebud of her ass and slammed
balls deep into her anal canal. If you thought the sounds
she was making in climax were loud and high pitched this
scream could shatter glass. “Owwwwwwwe, SHIT, mother
fucker stop, stop. Oh it hurts. Stop!” she screamed while
trying to crawl away, the couch and my holding her down prohibiting
any escape or relief.


So I stopped, buried in to the depths of her bowels. “You
said anything, anytime, I’ll stop, but it means we have
no deal.” I couldn’t help but grin ear-to-ear as I reminded
her of the proposed deal.


“Okay, asshole, but please go easy, you know I don’t
like it in the ass.” She pleaded.


I pulled out very slowly and every so slowly inched it back
in, in each direction her sounds changed from grunts to
whimpers. I maintained the slow pace, stopping to lean
over and spit on the junction between her ass and my dick,
for added lubrication, sawing back and forth. She was no
longer fighting it, and when her pained utterances changed
to excited moans, I picked up the pace until I was again slamming
into her with full force, finally cumming together as I
planted my seed deep in her ass.


I told her to go get a washcloth and clean her shit of me, which
she obediently did.


“You are better than I remember, ” she spoke while
carefully washing away all traces of our copulation, kneeling
before me.


“It’s been a long time since I tapped that ass, ”
I stated, “I have to say I did enjoy it, Where are you living
now?”


“I’ve been staying at mom’s”


“Get what you need out of your car, then Drive it to Walmart,
I pick you up there, I don’t want that crappy car parked
in front of my house.”


She pulled down her skirt, leaving her tiny thong on the
floor, retrieved a small overnight bag from her car and
set it by the door. “I am ready when you are.” She announced
with a hint of giddiness in her voice.


I followed her to the Walmart parking lot, she got out of
her car and into mine. “So what now?” She asked as we
headed back to my house.


“Why don’t you start by unbuttoning your blouse so
anyone we pass can see your tits, lean over here and suck
my dick, so by the time we get home I’ll be ready to fuck
your ass again.” I instructed.


“You Kinky bastard, I forgot how naughty you were, ”
finishing her sentence as she unzipped my fly and fished
out my member before taking into her mouth. It was after
midnight so there was little traffic on the road, which
kind of bummed me out as I was looking forward to exposing
her. “There is always tomorrow , ” I thought. She sucked
me all the way back, not stopping until the garage door closed
behind us.


I let her sleep in my room that first night, we were both exhausted
after another round of fucking with me trying all three
of her holes finally finishing in her mouth. Like a good
slave she swallowed every drop. I woke up with the usual
morning wood and put it to good use, waking her by sliding
it into her still puffy pussy, I couldn’t cum because
I needed to pee so bad, so after about 30 minutes of trying
I slid out, and headed for the toilet. “Come and hold this
for me, ” I yelled, to which she jumped from the bed ran
in and grabbed my chubby and did an excellent job of aiming
the stream. “She’s had a lot of practice I thought to
myself.


I directed her to go and fix me breakfast while I took a shower
and shaved, as she headed back to through the master bedroom
toward the kitchen she stopped to pick up her clothes. I
told her to stay naked, so she dropped the blouse and left
the room. I had to chuckle when I stepped out of the shower,
because I could hear her repeated yelps as the hot grease
from the bacon splashed on her naked tits.


It was Friday so I had to go to work I told her to clean the house
while I was gone, and have dinner ready as 6:00 PM, on a whim,
as I walked out the door, I told her to stay naked and fuck
anyone who came to the door. I didn’t expect anyone, it
was just a way of reminding her of her slave status. I can’t
say whether she stayed naked all day or if anyone ever came
to the door, but she was naked when I got home, the house was
spotless, and dinner was on the table. I had her eat me, while
I ate dinner.


After I finished, both my dinner and providing hers, I told
her to go take a shower and douche as I was ready to fuck her
and I wanted all her holes clean. When she came to the den
and dropped her towel I was impressed on how good her fake
tits looked, the reminded me of how they had been when each
of our kids were born and they were filled with milk. She
sat beside me on the couch, unzipped my pants and pulled
out my cock, leaned over and sucked it to hardness. We fucked
on the couch, on the floor, on the coffee table, before moving
to the bedroom. She wore me out. She would suck me hard but
by midnight I didn’t have any cum left.


We slept late the next morning and I awoke to her sucking
me again, I stayed in bed while she provided her ministrations
for almost an hour before finally coaxing a shot out of me
that I honestly didn’t think I had. I didn’t fuck her
again the rest of the day, and that night I headed for Snookers,
the bar that Maurice hung out in. At first he was unwilling
to talk to me, but when I had one of his flunkies explain that
I knew where Pam was, he was more than willing to have a discussion.



He started the conversation by telling me that I better
tell him where she was, “or else.” I never did take kindly
to threats, so as I stood up to leave without saying a word,
he yelled for me to stop asking: “What’s up with you
man? You come into my house and disrespect me?”


“I respected you enough to come here, ” I replied,
“You are the one talking shit to me, I don’t owe you a
thing, I was just trying to help a friend.” Using the term
friend rather loosely.


“What you want then man, you obviously know Pam owes me,
why you come here?”


“I was in hope that we could come to some agreement.”



“The only thing I’ll agree to is getting my money.”



“If you get, ‘Your money, ’ is Pam cool with you?”



“Well, yeah, I mean she could throw in a blow job, she is
one sexy bitch.”


“Maybe we should talk!”


I left Snookers late that night, had several rounds, on
the house and got a gratis blow job from one of Maurices’
“girlfriends”. He ran a brothel out of the back of the
bar. Her name was Neisha and was decent looking , had a great
body, and rimmed me until I almost came before swallowing
my load, which admittedly wasn’t much after the last
couple of days. I kept Pam around for the next week, enjoying the clean house,
easy access to sex and home cooked meals. Telling her each
day to remain nude and fuck anyone who came to the door. On
Friday I had a cookout planned with some of the guys I rode
with occasionally, I had pam dress as slutty as she could,
and believe me she could. A flat skirt that looked more like
a 4 inch wide ribbon around her hips, her cheeks were exposed
in the back and the front rode so low that when she moved certain
ways you could see her clit. The top was a cropped beater
with no bra and the bottom of her big tits handing below the
cut bottom edge. She did her hair and make-up and looked
good, good enough that if she was someone I first met, I would
hit on her.


She made a big hit with my buddies, keeping our beer glasses
full and not only serving the food, and snacks but cleaning
up while we sat around and talking. As the guys stared at
her the conversation quickly turned to inquiries: “who
was she, ” “why was she here, ” “could I motor
boat those titties, or tap that ass?” The guys were dumbfounded
and speechless when I casually responded, “Yes!”



After they pulled their jaws off the ground Morton sounding
suspiciously like Gary Coleman, the kid from different
strokes, said, “What you talking about?”


I explained our past and our current agreement and let them
know that I had always wanted to gangbang her, if they really
wanted to try her out, I was happy to share. It took a few minutes
to convince them that I was not playing a trick on them, and
that they really could fuck her, however they wanted. Tom
was the first to say he was in, the others quickly followed,
there were eight of still there when I asked Pam to. “Come
over here.”


She walked up and I told her the conversation that we have
had just been engaged in, and that all the guys there were
going to fuck her.


“Fuck you!” she blurted out, “I ain’t some goddamned
ho.”


“That’s exactly what you are, and tonight your gonna
be a gangbang ho!” I retorted.


“Fuck you, ” she repeated.


“Exactly, ” I responded again.


“It ain’t happening.” She insisted.


I reminded her of our agreement and her little problem,
you could see the fight slough off of her. I ordered her to
remove her top and let the fellows see the rest of her gorgeous
tits. When I said the word gorgeous, a smile came across
her face, she was actually happy we thought she had nice
tits.


In no rush as we had all night, even all weekend if we so chose,
she paraded around topless for a while before losing her
skirt, then the tiny thong that was underneath, walking
around in only her hooker heals, she would serve each of
us, sit on each lap and talk, while first her tits, then her
pussy was fingered, until Jimbo pushed her to her knees
as he fished out a sizable erection and had her give him head.



After Jimbo, Morton presented himself, then one after
another each guy shot his load down her talented throat,
about two thirds the way around one of the guys tired of waiting
shed his clothes stepped in behind her and pushed his erection
into her soaking pussy. She didn’t even look around,
merely letting out a slight purring sound as he began to
thrust into her doggy style.


If she slept that night I would be amazed as she was constantly
being filled one, two and three holes at a time. I couldn’t
begin to guess home many loads of cum where deposited in
or on her. A least twice in the night she showered, never
alone. And when I woke up the next morning she was stretched
over the back of the couch in the den with some guy I didn’t
know fucking her ass, while Jimbo was once again fucking
her throat.


By the time everyone trickled away on Sunday morning she
was raw, and exhausted, she slept about 14 hours not awakening
until late in the evening, hungry, thirsty , sore and still
horny. She played with my dick as she ate a sandwich but it
wasn’t getting hard, I was done, at least for the day.
She was giddy as she talked about the gangbang, how that
was the most incredible experience of her lifetime, how
it was so much better, than the high school boys after the
football game.


When she let that slip I started to interject, but she cut
me off, “yeah, yeah, it was true, you were right, but it
didn’t compare to this.” She started asking, “When could we do it again, could
we get some more guys next time?”


She was still talking about it when I fell asleep.


I awoke Monday morning to the now routine blow job, still
worked up from the weekend I rolled her over and fucked her
ass as hard as I could for a couple of minutes before blowing
my load, jumping in the shower and heading off to work with
the same admonishment for her to stay naked and fuck anyone
who came to the door, this time she cheerfully replied,
“certainly.”


Monday night I was still tired from the weekend and fell
asleep early, my dick still deeply lodged in her ass, which
exactly how I woke up Tuesday morning, after repeating
Monday’s morning activity and admonishment as I drove
off toward work I spied a lawn crew working on a yard down
the street. I stopped and talked with the foreman, negotiated
a price from him to do my yard, paid him and instructed him
to knock on the door and ask the woman in the house if they
needed anything while working on my lawn.


Part two to follow, if you want it.

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great story with lots of sex wanted or not

2/3/2016

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Well don't stop now just getting good

2/5/2016

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Best story I'v read on here yet, and I've read a
lot!!! I'll give it 9.5 out of 10.

2/6/2016