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Releasing the Inner Slut(s) – The Beer Garden

10/22/2014

This is a repost of an earlier posting of mine. I’ve reformatted
it for easier reading. It also includes a section I accidentally
left out when posting before. Back then, I wasn’t sure
how long (it’s long) AdultFriendFinder would allow a single article
to be, so I broke it into 8 parts. Here it is consolidated.
I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Though this series starts with two couples which I actually
based on real people traveling though our small town, none
of the sexual aspects happened. Even more important, since
it is set in a real brewpub, the wait staff who got involved
in later parts of the story might actually get confused
with real people. Again, this is purely fantasy and never
happened….”any resemblance of characters to real
people is purely coincidental.”


In our remote, isolated, coastal mountains of northern
California small town, there is one of the earliest brew
pubs in the country (since prohibition). They have a bar/tasting
room and a beer garden. They allow dogs and I frequently
will stop in for an ale with my teddy bear, 120 pound, mostly
chocolate lab. I usually take in a magazine and read in the
beer garden while he meets other dogs (and there is much
sniffing).


On Friday and Sunday afternoons, most of the folk in there
are tourists stopping for one of their favorite breweries
while on the way to or from the San Francisco Bay or elsewhere
to a weekend cabin or bed and breakfast or campground in
the redwoods or on the Mendocino coast. These folk can’t
believe the size of my dog, and being the sweetie that he
is, often end up making friends with him and starting a conversation
with me.


This day, I was sitting at one of the picnic tables and there
were what seemed to be two couples facing each other at two
nearby picnic tables, clearly together. One couple was
about my age, maybe 5 years younger and the other couple
perhaps 5 years older. The older couple looked fun. They
both had a few extra pounds, but she (“Jean”) was fun
and witty with mischief in her eyes, a long dress with a low
cut emphasizing her large breasts and he had a Wavy Gravy
look, complete with tie-die. They looked and talked fun.



The man of the younger couple (“Robert”) was well groomed
and about my size, but fairly quiet. His better half (‘Julie”),
however, was striking with her shoulder length blond hair,
petite frame and surprisingly large and perky breasts
for her slight frame and age. Her tight shirt and jeans left
titillated my baser urges, but her smile and the twinkle
in her eyes could melt you. She LOVED Bobo and we began chatting
with the others chiming in.


We talked about their trip from Sacramento to their vacation
home on the coast, my solar work, and eventually the small
town’s own language. They all thought it was cool that
the valley had made up a language, “Boontling, ” more
than a century ago. Julie asked, “why did they make up
a language of their own?”


“My theory is that originally, the men must have made
it up to be able to talk smack in front of their wives, but
you know where that went…” I replied.


“Where?”


“No self-respecting farmwife would have put up with
that! The wives quickly learned the language themselves,
of course. I think from there it became a language to be able
to talk smack about outsiders. It is a very isolated valley
so the world was clearly separated into us and them.”



Julie asked, “What sort of smack would they talk about
in the 1880s?” “I think some of the same smack we might talk today…you
should hear some of the vocabulary, ” I replied.


“What do you mean?” Julie asked intrigued.


“There are lots of fairly crude words disguised to outsiders
in there.”


“Like what?”


“Gormin mollies, burlapin, hell, one of the beers here
is a “Nettied Madge.”


Wavy spoke up with “What the hell are gormin mollies?”



Ever the teacher, I replied “Gormin mollies isn’t
a thing, it’s an act. It would literally translate to
‘eating tits’.” They all grinned. I’m glad I didn’t
offend any of them.


Jean said, “Does burlapin mean getting it on in the barn?”



“Yes, I think that’s where it came from, but it eventually
must have lost the barn connection, because now it just
means fucking.” I cringed from my thoughtless use of
the F-bomb, but they didn’t bat an eye.


“And nettied madge?” asked Robert.


“A gussied up whore. Hell, they even had a different word
for a large and a small vagina.” (giggles)


“It sounds like they were more sexually liberated than
I would have thought a small town farming community in the
late 1800s would have been, ” commented Julie.


“I think that humans have always had the sexual aspects
of life right at the surface, but society doesn’t always
record such things in the history books and society sometimes
forces us to disguise it or hide it in real time. Hence the
creation of Boontling, ” I surmised. “It was their
way of letting their inner slut out without getting in trouble
with society at large.”


Just then, my dog came trotting around the corner and right
up to Julie thrusting his nose under her hands in hope of
some scratching and he got it. Julie squealed, “Oh he’s
SOOO cute!” and bent over to give his ruff a scratch and
received a lick in her face. I wasn’t paying any attention
to the dog. All I could see was her amazing ass flaring out
from that narrow waste and those tight jeans leaving little
to the imagination as she waggled it a bit while scratching
the dog. Well, actually, there was a lot that could be imagined,
and I did. Suddenly, I realized I had been staring and felt
guilty and looked up at Robert, her husband.


He was looking right back at me already (“shit”), but,
then again, he didn’t look mad or jealous, he had a small
smile with an evil twinkle in his eyes and using some of my
wording said to me, “I think she must be letting her inner
slut out.” And I looked from him back to the fine form in
front of me.


Julie turned to look back after hearing her husband’s
comment and found me staring at her fine behind and I must
have blushed. She grinned and waggled one more time and
asked, “Were you having naughty thoughts?” with her
face still looking more like a classic trophy wife soccer
mom than a slut.


Tongue in cheek, I replied, “Yes mam, I’m sorry.”
Though I might have been thinking of other places my tongue
could go.


“No need to be sorry, ” Wavy said. “She likes turning
on strangers.”


“Particularly in public, ” her husband added with
no negative tone in his voice.


“Oh? Do tell!” I jokingly responded, but I couldn’t
have chosen a better worded question. It was safe as a joke,
but also asked an open ended question, and Robert took the
latter choice and answered.


“Something about turning on strangers really gets her
engine running. She loves to be looked at with barely restrained
lust and it fuels hers.”


Jean jumped in with “Hell, she flashed her boobies to
a logging trucker on the way here.”


“That must have made his day…or ruined it, ” I said.



“How would it have ruined his day?” Julie asked, sounding
hurt or confused.


“Forgive me for my crudeness, but I can imagine it left
him with a case of blue balls and frustration, ” I replied.
She smiled.


Jean said “No way would he leave himself with a case of
blue balls. He’s probably at home now spanking his monkey
or banging his wife while thinking of Julie.” And at that,
I heard Julie take a sudden breath of air. “See? She’s
probably getting wet just thinking of him thinking naughty
thoughts about her.”


I looked at her and she looked at me. God she was hot. I must
have been looking at her for 30 seconds thinking lustful
thoughts about her and as I looked, her face slowly changed…it
changed from that sparkly smile you might be used to on any
perky, nice, talkative, confident soccer mom into something
else. Her eyes seemed to glaze over though she was still
looking directly into mine. Her face slackened a little
and her mouth fell open just a bit. I thought I noticed her
breathing become more pronounced and erratic.


“Was I doing this to her?” I thought. And as I was thinking
this, Jean said, “Look at her. Just the way you were looking
at her has started to bring out her inner slut…I know that
look in her eyes.” “Oh god, ” I thought. It was me,
or perhaps the way I was looking at her. I kept looking. She
moved a strand of hair out of her face and without any coyness,
and lightly bit her lower lip, still looking at me.


“So you really like letting your inner slut out in public?”
I asked. She nodded, with eyes that still had a twinkle,
perhaps of mischief, but also a languid look that sucked
me in, oh, to be sucked in by her. “And you’re ok with
that?” I asked, eyebrows up, looking at Robert.


He nodded and said “I enjoy watching her too and she gets
so hot turning on someone like you…and I always get mine
too, in the end.” I wondered if he meant a double entendre.



“So what pushes her buttons?” I asked the three of them.



“Well, as you already know, being seen being naughty
by strangers in public is one button, ” Robert said.



Jean chimed right in, “That’s because having someone
openly lusting for her and getting turned on by her and for
her, wanting her badly is what gets her wet. Because of that,
your buttons become her buttons.”


I looked back to Julie and she was still looking at me, somewhat
expectantly, an odd mix of naughty and nice, nervous and
excited. Her nipples were now clearly visible pressing
against the restraint of her blouse and bra. “Is what
they say really true?” I asked her seriously. Again,
as if she couldn’t talk, just nodded, and slightly smiled,
still looking me in the eye.


“Don’t forget her other button!” Wavy said from
the side. “She likes being told what to do, and being taken,
not loved. She seems to like it a little rough. Again it’s
the raw lust that gets her. And she sometimes needs that
extra help letting her inner slut out.” I looked to Robert
and he nodded.


“It looks like you still need some help letting that inner
slut out, ” I said to Julie. She raised her eyebrows in
a question. “I think you need to let out those breasts
to help the slut come out.”


“Breasts?” questioned Jean. “A lady has breasts.
A slut has tits, or boobs, or bazoombas, not breasts.”



“Ok, Julie, show me your tits. I’ve been drooling over
them and everything else about you since first talking
with you. Let me see them.” I sounded like the strict school
master. She didn’t even look at Robert and pulled her
shirt over her head right there in the beer garden. It was
getting late and close to closing time (they are usually
closed by 7 in this small town) and there was no one else out
there, but that could still change at any moment. Then,
again looking me in the eye with that same hunger, she unclasped
the bra and let it slide from her shoulders. It was my turn
for a sharp intake of breath. “Beautiful!” She mirrored
my hunger. “Now show me how you touch them when you are
alone and thinking naughty thoughts.” One hand came
up and caressed the side of her breast and then lightly over
her already erect nipple. Her breathing was again erratic
and she licked her lips while looking at my reaction. My
face was probably plain…lust.


Something occurred to me and I spoke it aloud. “You are
so gentle. You don’t look like someone who doesn’t
like to be loved, but rather taken.”


“I like to be love too, and Robert is good at both. You asked
me how I liked to touch myself and I showed you. You didn’t
ask me how I liked to be touched by a strange lusting man…”



I let her trail off and asked for the obvious demonstration.
“So show me how you like to be touched by a strange man.”



Suddenly her left hand, which had still been lightly flicking
back and forth over her left nipple, opened and grabbed
her surprising amble boob and squeezed hard, complete
with her nails visibly digging in as she dragged them toward
her nipple. While rolling the nipple firmly between her
fingers her other hand repeated the motion on her right
and when her right hand got to her right nipple, she pinched
both nipples hard at the same time, and didn’t let go.
She started to pull them outward toward me and still looking
me in the eye, but now with an almost evil smile. She was still
pulling amazingly hard and appeared to be twisting them
at the same time, and for the first time, she wasn’t looking
me in the eye. She had closed her eyes and gave a little shudder.
My pants were getting uncomfortable.


I was so intent on her demonstration, I had forgotten about
our audience of three but was suddenly reminded of them
when all three in unison shouted “One!”


I looked up at them in confusion. Jean smiled and said, “We’re
counting her orgasms, of course.”


I looked back at Julie and she smiled somewhat embarrassed.
“Did you just have an orgasm?” She almost whispered
a breathless “uh huh.”


“We’ll be seeing a wet spot in her Jeans in a minute, ”
suggested Wavy. (chuckles)


“She’s a squirter?” I asked.


Robert responded “She’s not really a squirter. Rather
just continuous flow both before and particularly during
orgasm when she’s really turned on. She gets incredibly
wet, but rarely squirts in the classic sense.”


She looked at me expecting something and I looked at Robert
and asked “can I touch her?”


“I hope you do more than that, ” he responded with a
chuckle. “Us too!” chimed in the peanut gallery.


I looked at Julie again and said “Come here. I want to feel
your jean clad pussy on my thigh while I touch and suck those
precious nipples of yours.” (I have a bit of a nipple obsession.)
She exhaled, apparently relieved that I was playing their
game and instantly took the three steps toward me right
over my thigh, never taking her eyes off of mine. But mine
were drifting from those magical eyes to those magical
totally erect nipples sticking a half inch out, and those
swaying hips and back up to her eyes. She put her hands on
my shoulders and ground here crotch onto my leg and sighed.
Her face was close enough to mine for me to feel the breath
of that sigh and her pointy perky boobs were almost as close.
I couldn’t help but sigh too.


I leaned forward and touched her nose with mine as my hand
landed on her hip where the top of her jeans met bare skin
above and caressed up that wonderful waist. I teased the
outer edges of her chest and as one hand lightly passed over
here nipple I heard her inhale suddenly and just as suddenly,
was kissing me, her tongue plunging into my mouth and mine
dueling back. One of my hands caressed that most amazing
ass as the other rolled her nipple and we continued “sucking
face.” All the while she was undulating her hips so my
thigh was firmly rubbing back and forth across her hidden
delights. Heaven.


I looked up at our audience and they smiled at me. “Damn, ”
said Jean, “she’s the exhibitionist and she always
drags us in.” As she was saying this she had tugged the
front of her dress down enough for her to lift her two very
large boobs out of the front of the dress on display for all,
lifted by the dress and clearly her nipples were erect.
Smiling both Robert and Wavy put their arms over her shoulders
and crossing, each of them let a hand drop on her opposite
side and started fondling those monster boobs and tickling
her nipples. She sighed and reached over to both of them,
one hand each and fondled their bulging crotches. “We
all have a little slut in us, ” Jean sighed.


“I’d say more than a little, ” as I went back to focusing
on the heat stroked goddess in my arms. Still caressing
her undulating ass and nipple just begging for my attention,
I whispered in her ear while nuzzling her neck, “I want
to feel you cum on my leg you nasty little woman.” She sighed
again and continued her gyrations looking intensely at
me and licking her lip. My hands traded places and now found
her neglected nipple and I rolled it. Her eyes rolled too.
I rolled it harder and gave it a tug like I had seen her do and
she let out a whimper, ground down firmly on my leg and shuddered
again. This time I could feel her heat and I thought even
some moisture on my thigh.


“””Two!”””


“She came again already?” I thought with amazement.



“That was really hot.” I heard over my shoulder. It
was Kathy, one of the bar tenders at the brewpub. I had really
forgotten where we were and almost panicked with thoughts
of jail, but then her words came through to my brain. She
wasn’t mad. She was turned on too. Kathy is a large woman
with a smart, sarcastic wit and she too often has mischief
in her eyes. “We were watching from the window, and I had
to tell you how hot it was.”


“We?” I asked.


“Karen is locking the door and the gate…”


Oh, god. Karen. I’ve been in lust with Karen since the
first time she served me a beer. Young and innocent looking,
she was small, with a girl’s waist and relatively small
tits, but had an ass to die for. It didn’t look in the least
like a fat ass, but it flared out way farther than is normal
on a frame her size. I had done much fantasizing about that
ass. Karen had seen us…and was locking the gate. Oh god.



Lost in my thoughts I was brought back around to the reality
of Julie slumped onto me breathing heavily, recuperating
from her orgasm when Kathy asked, “Do you mind if we watch?”



“The more the merrier!” laughed Wavy.


“It’s the least we could do for you not having us arrested, ”
added Robert.


Kathy smiled and said, “The sheriff can take 45 minutes
getting here, so there wasn’t much point in that, besides,
they’d have spoiled the fun!”


“I’m not sure anyone could have spoiled this, ”
I said, stroking the cheek and hair of the recovering Julie
in my arms.


“So what’s her story?” asked Kathy, looking down
over my shoulder.


“They told me she needed help ‘letting her inner slut
out, ” I replied looking up at her, my face almost nudging
one of her impressive boobs.


“It looks to me like you’ve succeeded, ” she said
as Julie looked up at her with glazed eyes and heavy breath.



“I’m not so sure, ” I said. “They said she had a
hidden slut in her, and I’m sure there is, but I don’t
think it’s fully out. The word slut carries some serious
negative weight in this society, but when you get down to
brass tacks without our society’s repressed values,
it means someone who loves sex and isn’t afraid to have
it. They also said she likes to be told what to do and taken
roughly. A true slut doesn’t need to be told what to do.
Someone who needs to be told what to do, usually still feels
society’s guilt about their urges and by being controlled,
feel they weren’t responsible. A true slut knows what
she (or he) feels is a good thing and would feel no guilt.
A truly freed inner slut would do whatever feels good to
themselves and to their lovers. As long as they are not hurting
someone (who doesn’t want to be hurt, that is), they’d
do what they want, without guilt. Sluts take initiative
and don’t need to wait to be told.”


“I don’t know, ” replied Kathy, “I would enjoy
telling her to do a few things.” Julie, recovering looked
up at her again and reached up over my shoulder and wrapped
her small hand around one of those monsters of Kathy’s
and now it was Kathy’s turn to inhale sharply. Julie’s
fingers had found the nub of the nipple barely poking out
Kathy’s bra and blouse and she had pinched slightly.



“That’s it my sweet, ” I whispered in her ear. “Take
what you want. She wants you too.” Kathy nodded to her.
“She’ll enjoy, you’ll enjoy, they’ll enjoy, ”
I said and on ‘they’ll enjoy, ’ I looked over to Wavy,
Jean and Robert. My eyebrows rose. Wavy and Robert still
had their arms over Jeans shoulders caressing her already
exposed breasts and occasionally tweaking her nipples,
like before, but now, Jean had both of their cocks out and
was stroking one on each side. “See, ” I said nodding
my head toward the seated audience. “Everyone enjoys
this…no guilt needed. You’ve helped all of us to let
that inner slut out.” She looked up at me with a curious
expression that was a mix of grateful and lustful.


Julie took her fingers from Kathy’s nipple and started
to unbutton my shirt. I looked up at Kathy and her very close
boob recently abandoned by Julie, and licked my lips and
looked up to her eyes again raising my eyebrows with an eager
question. Kathy smiled and started unbuttoning her blouse
while looking down at Julie who had resumed grinding her
jean clad pussy on my thigh but now was pinching my nipples
and then leaned in for a lick and a nibble. I looked back up
at Kathy with an evil smile. “I think we are all letting
our inner sluts out.” And with that, I leaned toward Kathy’s
now exposed nipples and sucked one into my mouth. I felt
her slump a bit, take a deep breath, and pull my head tighter
to her chest.


Julie was hungrily watching me “gormin molly” while
she continued to grind on me. She shifted forward still
straddling my thigh, but now the front of her thigh that
was between my legs was also rubbing on my very hard cock
trapped in my pants. Mmmm. She took one of her hands that
had been twisting my nipples and reached up to Kathy’s
unattended nipple, pinched it gently and then tugged.
She was tugging Kathy closer to her and I let the other nipple
fall from between my lips and Julie tugged her further over
by the nipple. Julie directed her movement as if on a titty
leash so that now the boob I had been sucking was on the other
side of my head, still behind me and when Julie tugged her
forward again, I had one boob over my right shoulder and
the other over my left. A head sandwich. I turned my head
to the boob on my right and stuck out my tongue to flick the
nipple from the side when simultaneously, Julie leaned
forward, crushing her very erect and bare nipples to mine
and sucked Kathy’s other nipple into her mouth and clearly
sucked hard. Kathy gave a long guttural moan. Short on the
heels of Kathy’s moan, I heard another moan, but this
time with a different voice. And then, simply, “oh, my.”
Karen had joined us.


I looked up over Kathy’s shoulder to see Karen’s innocent
eyes taking in the scene, Julie topless with half inch erect
nipples, grinding her cunt on my leg and rubbing her thigh
on my hidden cock, twisting one nipple of mine with her fingers
and sucking on her coworker’s monster boob, while I had
been sucking on the other. I swear I could hear her thoughts…”in
the beer garden?!?” I watched her eyes turn up and look
around the beer garden half expecting to see some offended
customers, only to find the three audience/participants
with their most naughty bits out for any to see, engorged
and being mutually fondled as they watched her reaction
with excitement.


“Hot, huh, ” Jean said to Karen.


“Very, ” replied Karen with short breath.


“You’re welcome to watch, or even play, ” said Robert



Karen reflexively said, “Mmmm” as she looked down
at her coworker being nursed by a beauty grinding in my lap,
the bulge in my pants, and two cocks being stroked at the
picnic table across from us. “I’ll certainly watch, ”
she said, her voice trembling, clearly thinking more as
her hand unconsciously came up to stroke her own breast
through her shirt.


“You go girl!” cried Jean as she lean over and took her
husband’s drooling cock into her mouth…all the way
down. He moaned and thrust his hips upward and closed his
eyes with a smile on his face. Karen groaned and stared transfixed
as Wavy’s large mushroom head reappeared from Jeans
mouth with a loud slurping noise, accompanied by another
groan from Wavy. A long string of precum stretched from
his head to Jean’s lips. Jean moaned too, but it sounded
more like an old Campbell’s Soup add…mmm, mmm, good!



Kathy had at some point hiked up her long skirt enough to
slide one hand under it and was clearly diddling her own
juicing cunt lips and clit while with eyes closed and murmuring
as she pleasured her kitty and Julie and I pleasured her
nipples. I awkwardly reached back (my back was still to
her even though my head was turned enough to nurse) with
one arm and slide up the back of her leg lifting her dress
as it slid up to grope one of her ample buns. No panties? My
hand caressed downward again and my fingers slipped between
her legs well below her cheeks and I felt moisture already
running down her leg. She was clearly very turned on with
our ministrations and the sights before her.


Karen, still engrossed and watching all the decadence
around her, looked down and saw my hand under Kathy’s
skirt clearly groping and looked up at me and gave me a surprised,
but then an evil smile. Who would have thunk it from this
usually timid beauty.


I heard some rustling and looked up to see Jean pushing her
husband back so she had room to kneel on the bench for proper
access to Wavy’s rampant pole and resumed her attention
to it, breasts free and waving below her as she bobbed up
and down. Robert, having only been pushed back enough so
Jean had room to work her husband’s cock, still sat on
the bench, but now with Jean’s dress covered ass nearly
brushed his face as she bobbed, while Robert now stroked
himself. He looked up at me, then looked at the ass in his
face, and with eyebrows raised and gave a thoughtful “hmmm.”



I could see the gears of his thought turning as he stood up
with cock still sticking straight up, straddled the bench
with his legs, lifted the hem of Jeans long dress above her
ass, tugged her panties to the side and moving forward with
one quick motion, plunged that dick into the warm moist
tunnel of his wife’s best friend. Jean moaned or said
something, but was incomprehensible with Wavy’s large
organ in her mouth.


“Oh my god!” Karen almost squealed as she watched with
rapt attention the profile of Robert’s long, skinny
cock sliding deeply into Jean and then back out almost dripping
with her juices. “God this is hot, ” karen said. I think
she’s getting religion! The religion of lust. It showed
in her eyes.


I turned back to Julie and grabbing her hips, gave a lifting
motion and urged her up off my thigh. She stood and I stood
facing her, put my hands on her shoulders and slid them down
over her distended nipples and down over her tight stomach
and waist. I wanted to worship this woman. She was looking
at my face, with a surreal look revealing her primal hunger.
I don’t think I had ever seen an expression as hot as that
one and I probably reflected her hunger in my eyes causing
a feedback loop, since my hunger fed hers.


As my hands met the tops of her Jeans, I looked down to be able
to undo that key button and notice that below were signs
of wetness seeping through the crotch of her jeans, just
as Wavy had predicted minutes earlier. I smiled to myself
and knelt in front of her, my nose tickling her belly button.
I fumbled with that button and after a few moments of incompetence,
manage to release that button on those oh so tight jeans.
Sliding down the zipper, the waist of her jeans suddenly
loosened and I slowly slid them down her legs exposing her
bare mound. As my eyes took in her lack of panties or pubic
hair, my nose was rewarded with the sexiest smell in the
world (to me)…a woman in heat. My cock throbbed, trapped
in my pants, straining, pulsing.


Coming back to reality, I looked up into those hungry eyes
above me and looked around. Wavy’s eyes were rolled up
as Jean continued her oral ministrations and Robert still
stroked slowly but fully into her from behind. Kathy had
taken over her own ministrations to one of her own nipples
now abandoned by Julie and me, while her other hand still
worked its own magic hidden from view under her dress.


Karen by this time had unbuttoned her shirt and apparently
her young perky tits didn’t need any bra. She was playing
with her own nipples, eyes glazed and in seeming contradiction
to her glaze, was taking in everything happening around
her. “Nice perky titties, ” I thought, as she looked
back at me and licked her lips sensually. I bit my lip and
stared back at her and she tweaked her nipple and rolled
it sighing. We all have an inner slut to let out, I guess.



I brought my attention back to the now fully naked Julie
panting in front of me. I stepped back and she now knelt in
front of me smiling at the obvious bulge in my pants and more
deftly than I had undone her jeans, she quickly had the belt
undone, the clasp undone, and the zipper down. She looked
up at me (hunger) and slid her hands to the side of my waist
and slowly pushed them down. I was commando too (always
am) and when the pants got low enough my raging boner had
been pushed downward and was suddenly released snapping
back upwards popping into the underside of her chin.


She laughed and said “it’s so hot that I make you this
hard.” Still on her knees, she reached out and wrapped
one hand around the base of my cock and squeezed gently and
stroked slowly. (groan) On the very first up stroke, a dollop
of precum oozed out of the tip and I swear I heard all the breath
leave her. She leaned forward and lightly licked my head,
and as she pulled away, a strand stayed stuck to her lower
lip from her tongue and trailed back to my head getting stretched
to the thickness of a sewing thread and still hanging on.
I reached out and swept my finger through the strand and
it broke much of it snapping back and sticking to my finger.
With the same fingertip, I smeared it across her lip as if
it were lip gloss and as I did her lips parted and her tongue
reached out to my finger to gather what I had. She smiled
up at me with those twinkling eyes as if I had just given her
a great gift. “Oh, no, ” I thought, “She is the gift
giver.”


Then she really gave me a gift as she leaned forward again,
this time taking me in her mouth. I almost fell over with
the sensation as my legs turned to gelatin. She swirled
her tongue around my head, caressing the shaft with her
lips while her hand stroked the base. She let go with her
hand and now with more room on my modest length of cock, slid
her lips forward and as I disappeared all the way in her,
I felt my glans touch the back of her throat, and a moment
later slide into her throat. I don’t think I’ve ever
felt myself that far in. I’m not that big, but she was small
enough that my length reached into her gullet. She paused
with her nose in my pubic hair and looking up at me with those
eyes, made swallowing motions with her throat. I have no
idea how I managed not to cum right then.


I was oblivious to everything but my cock and her face, but
was snapped back to my surroundings by movements. Robert
was pulling out of Jean and unstraddling the bench, his
cock still pointing to the sky. Jean’s head was rapidly
bobbing up and down on Wavy’s meat as he leaned back into
the table, holding her head and thrusting short strokes
in time with Jeans. Robert watched for a moment and then
slapped her bare ass and she moaned. The vibrations of her
moan must have set off Wavy, because at that moment he thrust
up hard with an animal growl and Jean was obviously swallowing
the first salvo from his cannon. She pulled off of him with
her mouth and pumped him with her hand as he continued to
erupt. His second shot landed above her eyebrow and dripped
down onto her check. The third didn’t reach the height
of the second and hit her parted lips and chin and the forth
lower yet, hitting the top of her right tit (a large target).
She continued to pump him with her hand as the last of his
cum seemed to bubble up out and down over his head and her
hands. He collapsed his head back onto the table behind
him and seemed to leave his body, apparently oblivious
to the howls his audience. None of us were oblivious to
him.


Julie still gently sucked me, knowing I was close, while
looking sideways at the orgasm show at the other table.
Robert stood by them stroking his long cock smiling at them
lewdly. Kathy and Karen stood by us and looking up at them,
I noticed Karen had at some point unbuttoned here jeans
enough to slip a hand in and slightly gyrating her hips was
obviously enjoying the work of her fingers down there as
well as the one still stroking her exposed nipples. Her
eyes were almost catatonic as she stared at the cum melting
and running down Jean’s rounded tit as Jean licked her
hand clean. She glanced at Wavy’s slimed and shrinking
meat and Robert’s long rod, still shiny with Jean’s
juice being self-stroked when Jean turned to Robert and
took him into her mouth tasting the juices of three. This
all must have pushed Karen over the edge because at that
moment her eyes rolled back, her hips thrust forward and
her hand went deeper into her pants and she let out a long
squeal and came, still standing.


She looked up, breathing deep, and realized we were all
looking at her enjoying her pleasure and she looked down
for a moment, seemingly embarrassed at what she had done.
“No need to be embarrassed, honey, ” Jean said with
a wink, “That was beautiful.” Karen looked up at her
and smiled that sweet smile, perhaps relieved that what
she had done was thought of as beautiful. She pulled her
hand from her pants and we could all see her fingers glistening
with her own juice. Karen looked embarrassed again as she
looked at her fingers, when Jean said, “May I taste?”



Karen looked up and gave that relieved smile again, and
still unbuttoned she walked over to Jean, her amazing ass
keeping her pants from falling, reached her wet hand toward
Jean’s mouth and Jean first licked and then sensually
sucked them into her mouth cleaning those tasty juices.
When they were clean and Jean pulled back and looked back
into Karen’s tentative eyes. And then, to my surprise,
Karen leaned forward and licked off some of Wavy’s cum
still clinging to Jean’s cheek. “Mmmm, ” I heard,
but I couldn’t tell if it came from Jean or Karen and a moment
later Jean was licking the cum off of Jean’s chin, then
lips and the next thing I know they are kissing tongue deep
and I imagined Karen’s nipples smearing the cum still
on Jean’s boob, imagining their nipples slimy and flicking
over each other. That thought was almost too much and I reached
my hands out to the sides of Julies face and stopped her motions
on me. I throbbed and she clearly felt it, but I manage to
hold back.


Julie giggled, me still in her throat, knowing what I was
going through and the giggle stimulated my head and I felt
an involuntary shiver run through me and she felt it too.
She looked up at me with that lusting hunger again, removed
her mouth and with a dusty, dark desperate voice said, “feed
me! I want it. I want to taste you and feel your joy and feel
your cum sliding down my throat.” I thought, “what
the hell…” I had been worried that if I came, I might
be done for the night, and I had wanted this to last. This
was all so hot, I concluded that I’d probably stay hard
for a week straight, cum or no cum.


I relaxed the hands holding her head and she again went to
town. She let go of my cock with her hand as her face went pubes
deep and again I entered her throat. Her hand snaked below
and rolled my balls around in their sack and one finger reached
out and the nail scratched along my taint. I moaned and thrust
deeper. She didn’t gag, but actually seemed to get more
animated going faster and if possible, deeper. Again she
rose off of me and with that same hungry voice said, “Fuck
me! Fuck my face! Fuck my mouth like you want to fuck my cunt…”
If only she knew what I wanted to fuck. Right now, I wanted
to fuck her mouth.


My grip on the sides of her face strengthened and still standing,
with her on her knees, started thrusting my hips and cock
into her face and down her throat. She must have had zero
gag reflexes. I had thought such a force would have been
intolerable, but she kept going, matching my thrusts.
I looked from her face over her back to the other table and
saw that Jean was now sitting on the bench in much the same
position Wavy had been in earlier. Her boobs were still
out, but now Kathy was beside her nursing one of them while
massaging the remaining cum and Karen’s saliva into
the other with her hand. Wavy was conscious again and had
reached out and was rolling Kathy’s downward hanging
and distended nipples while she attended to Jean’s.



Jean’s dress was bunched up around her waist with her
legs splayed, but I was denied my first site of her pussy…the
view was blocked by the back of Karen’s head! Apparently
no longer timid or embarrassed, Karen was on her hands and
knees, clearly lapping away at Jean’s labia, clit and
tunnel of love while Jean gently undulated her hips in pleasure.
Karen’s jeans were still on, but being unbuttoned and
in her current position, had started to slip down revealing
the tops of those wonderful buns. They were still partly
held up by that amazing outward flair of her hips, but the
top of her crack and outward swell of the tops of her cheeks
were exposed. While admiring the site, Robert stepped
into view and his hand caressed the exposed top of her ass
and I heard a moan from between Jean’s legs. His hand stared
to disappear under the loosened waist of her jeans, perhaps
tickling her rosebud and as he did the pants started to slide
down in earnest. As her rosebud came into view, Roberts
other hand came over and both hands squeezed and massaged
her glorious ass cheeks as her pants fell further, revealing
her swollen cunt lips surrounded by wisps of wet pubic hair.



If I hadn’t been so well taken care of at that moment by
Julie, I would have rushed over and pushed my nose in between
those ass cheeks and buried my tongue in her pussy. Oh to
taste that pussy. Robert must have had similar thoughts
because one of his hands slid from her globe down to her pussy
and lightly swept across her swollen dripping cunt lips,
pausing with a flick over her clit (I saw her tense in pleasure)
and then plunge his middle finger into her velvet tunnel
as she sighed. Still orally tending to Jean’s pussy,
she moaned and archer her back as he pumped in and out a few
more times, then pulled his finger out and up to his lips.
I wanted that taste! She pulled her head from between Jean’s
thighs and looked up at Robert with fire in her eyes and barely
audible but somehow with the force of a loud command, whispered
“fuck me…fuck me now…fuck me hard.” Now that wasn’t
the least bit embarrassed or timid. This inner slut has
truly come out!


Robert channeled Wesley from Princess Bride and replied,
“As you wish.” I now noticed that Robert’s pants
had at some time been removed the rest of the way and were
on the ground in the corner as he walked around behind the
kneeling Kathy, his long skinny cock still pointing to
the sky. I thought I was about to lose the glorious view of
Kathy’s undulating pussy and ass, but her jeans now down
to her knees kept her legs from spreading far so Robert put
his feet on the outside of her legs and we could still see
between his legs to the heaven beneath him. I saw his arm
disappear in front of him and he must have pushed his skyward
cock down, because I saw his purple head appear between
his legs, pointed nearly straight down, still shinny with
Jean’s juices, and slide down along the crack of her ass,
over her rosebud and down into her tunnel of love. Ever so
slowly he slid in. I thought that must hurt to be pushed so
far downward, but as he turned his head to the side to look
over at us, we saw the pleasure in his face as he sank in to
the hilt in one slow thrust.


I noticed Julie, with my cock still in her mouth, straining
to see, since they were sideways from us. I decided to help
her out and reached out over her back to her ass and caressed
it and with my fingertips insinuated into her ass crack,
tugged her around and she took little steps on her knees
until she was more sideways to me and more easily able to
see the show. Robert was slowly withdrawing and we could
see her juices clinging to him and suddenly thrust in hard
and we heard three different grunts…he must have pushed
so her face and mouth were forced harder into Jean.


Kathy felt Jean’s jolt as her nipple was pulled from her
suckling lips with a pop. She looked sideways at the activity
on her right and saw Robert pumping Karen from behind and
said, “You guys are so nasty! I love it!” And she turned
bit more toward the doggie duo and resumed her oral and digital
attention to Jeans rocking boobs, but her eyes were on the
long cock disappearing behind the top of Karen’s ass
into the warm wet depths below and then reappear.


Wavy took advantage of Kathy’s new position and released
her nipple and with both hands raised her long dress over
her hips and then caressed her panty covered ample ass with
reverence. Jean’s hand soon replaced Wavy’s at her
nearest nipple, and just as I saw Jean’s fingers twist
and pull hard, I heard a rip from behind her as wavy tore her
panties with both hands. Between the force required for
the tear and the pain/pleasure travelling from her nipple
to her clitty, she almost lost her balance, but never lost
her hold on Jeans nipples. Well, just after she had regained
her balance, she did let go with her mouth, laid her cheek
down on it instead and emitted a loud groan with eyes closed.
I looked back and realized Wavy had dived in with his face
and was either tonguing her cunt or rosebud.


We both watched as Kathy undulated her ass in Wavy’s face,
lost to everything else. We turned our attention back to
the view between Robert’s legs. As we watched his slow
withdrawals and sudden plunges, Julie went back to swallowing
me with her eyes watching the fun. My hand went back to caressing
her beautiful ass and slid slowly down to play with her pussy
while she played with me, but my hand found a hand already
there, hers. My fingers stroked over hers as several of
her fingers were plunging in and out dragging across her
clit and probably stroking her G-spot inside. This spot
taken.


Before I could find something else to do, the finger that
had been stroking my taint moved forward and tickled my
own rosebud and I groaned. Was that a hint? With that thought,
I slid my now wet fingers up her crack and over her rosebud
and tickled it. She quivered and arched a bit raising her
ass and spreading her legs a bit more, leaving more room
for me. She likes ass play…oh god. She pushed back on my
tickling finger and I got the hint. Dipping below for some
more wetness for lube, I brought it back up to her asshole
and tickling firmer this time, started to wiggle it into
that tightest of her holes. As I did this, I felt her do the
same to me.


I’d played with my ass once or twice out of curiosity,
but it had never felt like this. I almost exploded at the
sensation. My finger was being clenched in her and my ass
was clenching on her finger as I continued to fuck her face
with one remaining hand behind her head, controlling the
motion. She was moaning almost continuously sending vibrations
from her throat through my cock and straight to my balls.
Her drool must have lubricated the whole of my crotch because
her finger was sliding in and out of me with ease and no pain.
She was humping her own hand and my finger slid in and out
with her motions, occasionally bumping her fingers through
the thin membrane separating them within. She was so hot,
I wasn’t going to last much longer.


Slapping sounds brought our attention back to the show
going on in front of us and we saw that Robert had abandoned
his slow withdrawals and was plunging in and out with great
speed and force, hands clenched on those wonderful hips.
With every stroke in, Karen’s ass jiggled and Jean’s
tits were flopping up and down as Karen was being thrust
forward into her with some force. Robert was grunting like
an animal on each forward thrust and his speed was increasing.



Julie looked sideways at me and even with my cock in her mouth.
I could tell she was grinning. I could tell her hand was furiously
frigging herself while my finger slid in and out of her ass.
I withdrew and added a second. I met resistance and suddenly
they popped past the resistance and in deep. She groaned
and swallowed me deep into her throat again and made those
swallowing motions. Robert was going in overdrive, his
motion almost a blur, grunt, grunt, grunt. We could still
see his cock between his legs sliding in and out. Jean was
chanting, “Fuck her! Fuck her! Cum all over her ass! Fuck,
fuck, fuck, oh fuuuuuck!” She was not longer chanting
for him to fuck Karen, she was just saying fuck, fuck, fuck
and with that last fuuuuuck, she was coming as Karen was
being thrust into her cunt. Her eyes rolled back as she wailed,
Robert still slamming.


Julie too was still bobbing on me and frigging herself as
I continued to probe her ass and her mine, as we watched the
wanton display. I could tell Robert was close. He surely
couldn’t go on like this. And suddenly a muffled scream
from Karen, still between Jeans quivering thighs, we saw
copious amounts of clear liquids suddenly running down
the backs and inside of her own thighs and even dripping
off the bottom of Robert’s wildly swinging ball sack.
We saw Robert tense and knew he was about to cum the convulsions
in Karen’s pussy being the last straw. He pulled out and
as he did, Julie did something with her finger in my ass.
She sort of turned it and pressed on something in there and
the sensation was wild. As I saw Roberts first squirt of
jism splash her asshole as he withdrew from her convulsing
cunt and run down her pussy lips and his second shot went
up over her ass and back all the way to the hair on the back
of her head. With the sights in front of me, below me and the
sensations Julie was giving to my cock and with her probing
finger, I let go like I have never cum before.


I groaned and thrust forward while Julie did her finger
trick. It seemed like I just kept coming and coming and was
never going to stop. Julie fed her hunger and her need for
protein. She was looking up at me the whole time, her mouth
all the way down and I could feel her swallowing, though
not all. I saw some of my cum leaking out of the corner of her
mouth as I finally stopped spewing my juice. I think I left
my body, only to be brought back as I felt her mouth pull off
of my still hard cock and pull her finger from my ass only
to grab tight to my leg and falling forward, nipples crushed
into the tops of my thighs and with a groan, started convulsing.
I only realized my finger was still in her ass when I felt
her sphincter clamp down. I thought she was going to chop
it off it clamped so hard. I could only imagine what her pussy
was doing to her own fingers.


Julie eventually stopped quaking and her tight grasp of
my leg loosened. I pulled my finger from her slowly and she
shivered again, and I noticed her other hand was now on the
ground supporting her and no longer working her pussy.
She looked up at me and grinned. She was the one to realize
no one else had been paying attention and cried out “three!”
The others took note and cheered.


I leaned down and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.
She kissed me back with a gentle passion and murmured “thank
you.”


“Thank me?” I asked. “You just gave me the most intense
orgasm I have ever experienced. I thank you.”


She smiled and said, “Then it’s mutual. But in all of
my sluttier adventures, I have never felt so free. You were
right. There still was some of society’s nasty guilt
haunting me a bit. You really have helped me let my inner
slut out.”


“And you, mine.” I replied. “But now, I think we guys
need some time to recover. I’m going for number four.”
I slipped my hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet.
I urged her backwards against one of the tables and lifted
her small frame and set her ass on the edge of the table, urged
her legs apart, got on my knees and for the first time got
a good look at her hairless cunt. It was soaked and swollen.
I could smell heaven, see heaven and leaned in and tasted
heaven. She quivered at the first touch of my tongue. I lapped
up one side and down the other avoiding her clit. She moaned
with each stroke. I teased her by trailing my tongue away
from her pussy and down over her taught ass cheek and over
to the other, skipping the chasm between. Then back up closer
and along the crease between her thigh and labia. I nipped
a few pubic hairs above with my teeth and tugged. She grabbed
the sides of my head with both hands and thrust it down toward
her dipping pussy below. Ah, a true slut’s initiative.



I obliged and ticked my tongue between her well lubricated
lips and into the heaven within. She tasted wonderful.
It’s hard to describe tastes but I inhaled as my tongue
probed deep. I brought out some of her juiced and brushed
them upward with my tongue flicking the nub of her very erect
clit from the underside. She arched up and moaned and as
she came back down my tongue slid up over the long buried
hard shaft of her clit and then back and forth pressing slightly
as it snapped back and forth under the oscillating pressure.
She quivered and started undulating her hips up and down.
Moaning, “Yes, like that…oh so good, punish that clit.”
I was lost in the moment.


I was so lost in the moment that I almost jumped when I felt
a hand caress my as. `I didn’t even turn to look at who it
was. I just kept licking my prize at hand, or rather at tongue.
The hand behind me did a sweeping circle on one cheek and
tickled the crevice in between on the way to another sweeping
caress of the other check and then slid down to tickle over
my ball sack and slowly fingers encompassed it and gave
a gentle pull downward slightly squeezing my balls together
and stretching my scrotum. I groaned into Julie’s pussy.
The hand released my sack and slid forward gently grabbing
my recovered erection and slowly stroked it back and forth.
“Mmmm, nice.” I recognized Jean’s bawdy voice behind
me.


I saw Julie raise her head at her friend’s voice and smile.
Then I felt a tug on my foot and my right shoe was gone. Then
the left. I felt a tug on a pant leg and I lifted my knee to let
the waist of my pants being pulled past that raised knee.
The process was repeated for my other leg and my pants were
pulled free. I was as naked as Julie. And I continued to nibble
and lick her labia and clitoris and she continued to gyrate
letting out a whimper every now and then. Suddenly I felt
hands insistently pressing my legs apart and I moved one
knee over. I then felt someone lie down between my calves
and slid forward using my thighs for purchase. Then a long
lick up my horizontal shaft. Now it was my turn to groan.
Stopping at the head, that tongue lightly flicked back
and forth over the ridge at the underside of my glans. A moment
later I felt warm lips encapsulate my head and slide halfway
down my shaft.


I groaned again, momentarily losing attention to the pussy
in front of me. Julie raised her head looking at me with a
questioning look while rocking her hips upward as if to
regain contact with my tongue. I exhaled and told her, “I
think Jean is sucking my cock.”


Julie suddenly laughed and asked, “You THINK Jean is
sucking your cock?”


I laughed too. “Someone’s definitely sucking my cock,
I only think it’s Jean.” Julie strained her neck upward
to look over my shoulder. She could only see legs sticking
out behind me.


“Yup, it’s Jean. I recognize that toenail polish.”
I began a regular rhythm with my hips timing my motion with
the bobbing head below me and buried my face back between
Julie’s legs as her head fell back to the table with a sigh.
I traced her sloppy gash downward only this time I kept going
dragging her wetness down across her taint. It was already
soaked with the nectar of gods. I tickled her taint for a
moment more and I felt her spread her legs a bit wider and
lift her hips upward raising her ass higher. I took the hint
and trailed my tongue lower and trailed around the side
of her rosebud but on the upstroke, slid right across it
and back down. Julie moaned and then I felt her cheeks spread
farther and I realize she had grabbed her own cheeks and
was pulling them apart, inviting me in. I accepted the invitation.
My tongue slid back up to her asshole and stopped on target.
I rotated the tip of my tongue around the star shaped ridges
gradually pressed harder.


“That’s it, you nasty fucker. Tongue my ass!” cried
Julie.


“No better ass in the world, ” I heard Robert say from
somewhere behind me.


Jean, still sucking my cock below me must have been inspired
by the ass talk, because I felt her hand rise up my thigh and
grasp my right bun. Her fingertips insinuated themselves
all into the crack of my ass from my scrotum to just below
my asshole. She slowly slid her hand upward and each fingertip
flicked past my own rosebud on the way up. Simultaneously,
I felt her take me all the way in below. I shuddered at the
combined sensations. I slumped forward a bit forcing my
face cheeks between Julie’s ass cheeks and groaned into
Julie’s rectum.


When I recovered from the sudden sensations I returned
my focus to the ass in front of me and firmed up my tongue and
pressed harder into her rosebud. I felt it slowly give way
as the tip of my tongue slid into her, withdrew and pressed
home again. “That’s it! Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with
your nasty tongue!” I felt one of the fingers stroking
my ass stop at my own hole and press. My ass resisted and it
pressed harder. My ass still resisted penetration but
the pressing fingertip stretched it giving new sensation.
I thought I felt another hand grab Jean’s and pull it away.
I was confused for a moment as I felt Kathy sliding back a
bit underneath me and motion behind me. The next thing I
knew, I felt Kathy suck one of my balls into her mouth and
gently roll it around with her tongue. At almost the same
time, I felt a tongue slide up my crack and slide back and
forth over my hole, leaving copious amounts of saliva behind.
“Who was that?” I thought, as if it mattered.


The mystery tongue left my ass and I felt Jean’s hand placed
back where it was and a fingertip quickly found its target,
only this time, very well lubricated, and with one push,
it slid in. I was still thrusting my tongue in and out of Julie’s
ass as she pumped upward in time and warm lips and tongue
were bathing my balls and as the finger slid into my ass I
rose up and let out a long “aaaahhhh…” Looking up
to Julie, I growled, “she’s sucking my balls and finger
fucking my ass.”


“That’s it girlfriend! Fuck his ass. He’s tongue
fucking mine and it feels sooooo good!” I felt something
brush the top of my head, while Julie was still holding the
sides of my heads with both hands, so I looked up just as Karen
was bending over her to take a long swipe of that long hard
nipple with her tongue. Julie just started thrusting up
harder into my face while I watched the site above. Karen
turn her head sideways, tongue still flicking that nipple
and looked at me with that now familiar “evil” grin
and said to me, “the mystery tongue…..” So this was
the tongue that had just rimmed me only seconds earlier.
Oh god. Karen!


She turned her attention back to the distended nipple beneath
her lips and opening wide, enveloped half of Julie’s
tit as if she were going to bite it off. I watched (still tongue
thrusting into Julie) as Karen’s teeth raked up the sides
of Julie’s breast until just the nipple was between her
teeth and she tugged upward. Julie’s nipple must have
felt some delicious pressure, because just then, she thrust
her ass hard into my face and moaned loudly. I saw her hand
appear under Karen’s hanging boobs and pinch and tug
her nipple in return. Karen moaned too, half groan half
“mmmmm.” Still sucking and nipping Julie’s nipple
one of Karen’s hands slide across Julie’s stomach
and on down to the top of Julie’s pleasure center and simultaneously
flicked her engorged clit with her finger and her nipple
with her tongue.


Julie humped back furiously as if trying for more pressure
on her clit and trying to force my tongue deeper into her
nastiest of holes. I hear the pop of a nipple leaving Karen’s
mouth and she huskily whisper, “Come for us!” And Julie
did.


“Ooooh!” Her hips came all the way up off the table clamping
my head between her thighs and continued crying out. “Oh,
Ahhhhh, oooooh god, so gooooooooood.” Her rectum clenched
down so hard it sort of squirted my tongue out and I forced
my way back in and felt copious amounts of fluids start to
flow down over my nose and cheeks while Karen’s finger
still diddled her clit, mouth still stimulating her nipple
and my tongue still probing her ass. Her cum seemed to last
forever and her flow seemed to have no end. I was soaked by
the time she let out a heavy sigh and relaxed almost collapsing
back to the table. A rag doll. Karen, no longer pinching
and nipping was now gently caressing that beautiful breast,
bringing her down to earth gently. I moved my head up a bit
and kissed the folds of her dripping pussy and gently lapped
at the liquids avoiding her clit. When I had cleaned her
up a bit I couldn’t resist one flick across her super sensitive
post orgasmic clit and was rewarded with a shudder. Karen
raised her head and said, “Four?”


Julie and I laughed and heard comments of approval. I told
her, “You just completed your Bachelors of Science in
Slutology. Time for your master’s degree!”


“Oh thank you professor!” she giggled.


I felt a finger slowly removed from my ass and a schlurping
pop as I felt lips leave my cock below. I had been so intent
on Julie and then Julie and Karen that I had forgotten the
attention I was receiving below. How could anyone forget
that something like that was going on?!? My cock throbbed
at the sensation and my now empty ass quivered and convulsed
a bit. That was something! I was still hard as a rock, but
glad I didn’t cum. There was somewhere else I wanted to
dump that next load.


While Julie lay half unconscious beneath her, Karen leaned
over to me and that long tongue swiped up my cheek tasting
Julie’s essence still dripping down my face. She licked
off my nose and other cheek and even an eyelid and down to
my lips. Her hand grabbed the back of my neck pulling me in
for a long lustful kiss. Our tongues dueled and we both moaned
into each other’s mouth. As we pulled apart, we both let
out a long sigh.


By now Jean had pulled out from under me and Karen stepped
back. I rose from my now sore knees and looked down at Julie’s
splayed body on the table top. I sat down on the bench next
to her and she languidly rolled her head to the side, looked
at me, smiled softly and said “wow.” I leaned in and
kissed her hip and caressed her tummy to her soft moans.
Eventually, Julie sat up and looked around and raised her
eyebrows with a smile. My eyes joined hers. Everyone else
had abandoned us but not each other. Kathy was now astride
Wavy’s lap rocking back and forth. His fat stub of a dick
was clearly tickling her insides while he feasted on her
enormous mammaries. Jean was orally treating Robert’s
long pole and nut sack and then Karen joined her from the
other side. One hand went behind each of their heads, his
own head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he experienced
his own little bit of heaven. All shreds of clothes were
gone, strewn around the beer garden.


Julie and I watched for a bit and then she leaned in and kissed
long and slow, reached down and tweaked my nipple and whispered
into my ear, “Thank you.”


I pulled back so I could see her face and replied, “My pleasure.”
And it really was. She continued toying with my nipples
and looked down from her tabletop perch and saw my raging
hard on still pointing straight up from my lap.


“Oh, god, there’s more? Didn’t Kathy take care of
that?” She asked staring at my still throbbing erection.



“Oh, she took good care of it, and then some! But I was saving
myself for you.” She smiled and scooted forward and slid
off the table and turning, straddled my lap with her legs
going under the table and scooted forward. I half expected
her to lift up and insert my cock into her, but she simply
pressed forward, pushing my cock against my stomach with
her still wet pussy. She ground her sloppy cunt against
me sliding up and down and groaned with the pressure. She
leaned forward and sticking her chest out, rubbed her bare
hard nipples against mine and then kissed me again, long
and slow.


Julie’s back was now toward the show going on behind her,
but I could see. Karen was now on her back at the end of one
of the benches and Robert holding her legs was again reaming
that tight twat with long slow strokes. Jean stood behind
him with her breasts crushed to his back almost smearing
them around enjoying the rubbing sensation on her nipples
as her hands were reached around to his front rolling his
small nubs between her fingers. “Do you like that sweet
young tight pussy?” He nodded with a grunt and a thrust.



Kathy was now vigorously rising and falling on Wavy’s
lap, head thrown back and grunting on each down stroke.
Her motions were so vigorous, Wavy could no longer keep
a mouth attached to her nipple and he was just rubbing his
face back and forth over them as they passed. Motion drew
my eyes back to the other three. Jean had come around from
behind Robert and facing away from side of the bench and
straddling her leaned forward. Her dangling boobs dragged
across Karen’s, who opened her eyes in time to see Jean
lean in for a kiss. She met it with a passion, arms pulling
her close and crushing their tits together with a moan.
After a few moments of dueling tongues, Jean pulled her
face up and asked her, “Can I share him?”


“Only if you keep kissing me and I can have him back when
you’re done, ” she giggled. Jean looked back over
her shoulder at Robert who was looking right back at her
with a grin. He slowly pulled out from Karen’s velvet
tunnel. Karen sighed at the loss. Her hand snaked below
Jean to fill the loss and maintain her pussy pleasure while
the other hand still worked one of Jean’s dangling boobs.
Robert then slapped the head of his cock several times against
Jean’s swollen pussy right above Karen’s. Jean gave
a small grunt at each slap and growled hungrily at him to
“stick it in! I want you deep!” Without hesitation,
he placed his engorged head between her labia, grabbed
her ample hips and in one thrust was press all the way up against
her ass. Jean’s head was driven past Karen’s with the
force of the stroke. As he pulled back, Jean moved back with
him and was now able to kiss Karen again, as she promised,
and she did, crushing their chests together. They both
reached around each other with their arms and held themselves
together tight as Robert thrust forward again. This time
they held together and continued to kiss and moan through
Robert’s thrust.


Julie was still oblivious to the action behind her. She
was still sliding her pussy up and down my shaft pressed
firmly to my stomach. No lubrication needed here. Nature
provides. She was kissing and tonguing my ear letting out
an occasional whimper as I watched over her shoulder to
the lust unfolding at the other tables. My hands drifted
from her taut ass, over her flaring hips, up her narrow waist
and around front to her breasts crushed to my chest. I couldn’t
even get to her nipples. She thrust against me harder. I
duplicated her attention to my ear on her and she sighed
into mine, never slowing the motion below. I pulled my head
back and enfolded her in my arms and kissed her as I held her
tight to me and her hips continued to roll.


Again motion across the way drew my attention. Julie saw
my eyes looking over her shoulder and she turned to look
too. Kathy was climbing off of Wavy’s lap and Wavy stood
up and guided her backwards up against the table. She sat
back onto it right at the edge and lifted and spread her legs
and leaned back on her elbows. “Give it to me, ” she
growled. “Give it to me HARD! Tear this pussy up with that
phat cock of yours!” No reply needed. At least not in words.
Wavy stepped up to her, “phat cock” in hand. Kathy had
her knees bent hard with heals on the table and ass at the
edge. Wavy placed his phat mushroom head to the lips of her
already well fucked cunt, grabbed her thighs and pulled
forward. Kathy groaned and Wavy grunted. He pulled back
and thrust harder the second time and they both grunted
and Kathy’s giant boob must have rocked. Again and again
he thrust, ever harder, making good on her request.


Meanwhile at the other table, I heard a loud smack. Turning
to look I saw a red handprint on Jean’s nearest butt cheek
as his other hand came down with a similar smack on the other
side. She moaned long and hard. Was that more juice I was
seeing on his cock as it repeatedly plunged into her depths?
She must like being spanked. Well, she was clearly a very
naughty girl. He was relentless in his pussy pummeling,
and repeatedly slapped her now red glowing cheeks. She
no longer could hold her attention to kissing Karen and
Karen merely held onto her tight from below, or perhaps
Jean would have been fucked right off her onto the ground.
Robert’s rhythm increased but his force didn’t decrease.
Jean just moaned and groaned and grunted in time to the rhythm.
For the second time this evening I saw woman juice dripping
from his balls and suddenly it was a torrent as Jean wailed
and convulsed in glorious orgasm.


Robert slowed, amazingly holding back his cum. He caressed
and soothed her reddened ass as he slowed and Jean whimpered
with the aftershocks. He eventually pulled from her with
a wet squelching sound and gently urged her forward a foot.
Now her boobs were dangling right over Karen’s face and
her ass and still gaping cunt were dripping over her belly
button. Robert shuffled forward a half a step and crouched
just a little lower and before she could realize what was
happening, was balls deep in Karen. “Oh, my God. He’s
fucking me again!” she cried. Julie turned her head so
she could see the action I had been watching.


“Feels good don’t it?” Jean asked rhetorically.
She prevented any reply by pushing one of her dangling nipples
into Karen’s mouth and all we could hear from her from
then on were muffled grunts and moans. Jean reached behind
herself and felt down toward Karen’s mound and started
diddling her clit between his thrusts. Karen must have
been hot as hell because I swear it only took a minute of his
thrusting and Jeans finger diddling before she shrieked
and arched her hips upward (nearly throwing Jean off) in
obvious orgasm. I swear I felt Julie drool on my arm as she
looked on.


We both watched as Robert slowly pulled his dripping tool
from Karen’s gaping snatch, still rigid and ready for
action. He looked around as if to see if there were any more
action for it. Wavy was still pumping Kathy on the table.
He looked over to us where Julie was still grinding her clit
and lips up and down my shaft, and he smiled. She moaned.
I guess him watching was part of her turn on. He smiled again
and walked over to us. He stood by us and stroked her hair,
as his still hard and wet cock bobbed near her face. He was
close enough for me to smell the pussy juice still clinging
to him. Julie leaned over and gave the head a lick. His cock
twitched.


“They taste so good.” Julie said, right before engulfing
the end of his rigid shaft into her mouth and moaned. I guess
she was referring to the taste of the two pussies he had just
fucked. I watched with fascination as she went deeper and
pulled off and went deeper again. I had never been so close
to someone else’s cock, well at least out in the open and
raging hard. His cock was much longer than mine and she wasn’t
taking him all. She reached her hand around the base and
started stroking him in time with her mouth stroking the
other half. He gently gyrated his hips in time as well. He
looked at me watching his cock sliding in and out of his wife’s
mouth only inches away from me as she humped her gushing
pussy along the underside of my cock right below him, and
he smiled, half at me and perhaps at the wonder that is this
universe. Unreal.


Julie looked up at me and gave a muffled “mmmmm.” I watched
as she pulled her mouth from the head and lightly traced
all the way around the ridge of his mushroom head while her
hand continued to stroke the base. Her pussy never stopped
grinding against my cock. He groaned as her tongue tickled
his sensitive head and I swear I could see it grow and shrink,
throbbing in time with his heartbeat. She watched as I studied
her actions and his cock with fascination. I think that
look of fascination triggered something in her again and
I saw the animal hunger in her eyes as she watched mine. She
pulled her mouth from him again and barely audibly, but
with a hunger that couldn’t be denied, whispered, “Touch
it? That would really get me hot.” As if she could get any
hotter. I inhaled sharply at the thought. “I’ve never touched
a cock other than mine….” trailing off.


She said, “ a cock virgin? That would make me even hotter
to watch your first time.”


I looked up at him and he shrugged his shoulders. She giggled
and said, “Go ahead, it won’t bite…but I might!”
And as she plunged her mouth as deep as I’d seen her go and
raised her lips clearly showing her teeth raking along
the top and bottom of his shaft as she withdrew. Now it was
his turn to inhale sharply. I was engrossed. I think she
knew I was curious but tentative, so she took command (the
initiative of a truly released slut) and took her hand off
of his shaft and reached out for mine and brought my barely
resistant hand over to the rod in front of my face and placed
it on his base and with her fingers over mine, closed her
hand causing my fingers to wrap around him.


I’d certainly felt my own hard cock on many, many occasions,
but somehow this felt different. I watched her lips slide
down again bumping my hand at her deepest and her tongue
snaked out on the underside of his cock and tickled my fingers.
Then she withdrew slowly trailing her lips along, her saliva
leaving him slimy (Jean’s and Karen’s juices already
cleaned off by those heavenly lips and tongue). I gave a
tentative pump of my hand and they both gave a groan. Her
eyes were filling again with that animal lust, that undeniable
hunger. This was really turning her on again. I swear I would
do anything to see her so turned on and I gave another pump
and she ground her cunt onto me even harder and briefly removing
her mouth, whispered “Yes! That’s it. Make him feel
good.” Her words of encouragement helped melt my hesitation
and I started to pump him faster. This was hotter than I’d
imagined. I could feel his soft skin sliding along the seemingly
steel rod underlying his skin as he rocked in time to my hand
and her mouth.


She removed her mouth again, and looking me in the eye and
asked without any pressure, “Taste?” I was momentarily
horrified at the thought. Now it was me that was being repressed
by societal values. She didn’t pressure me and wrapped
her lips around him again and went down to my hand, still
holding and stroking. She never took her eyes from mine,
watching me, studying me and even begging me. When she withdrew
this time, she pointed his shaft my way and raised her eyebrows.
“Come on, my stud, let that inner slut out!” I smiled
at the turn of the tables and gave in despite my lifelong
heterosexuality. I leaned forward and touched the tip
of my tongue to his throbbing tip, only inches from her face.
She sighed and ground herself against me even more insistently.



On my next pump with my hand, I inadvertently had pushed
a bit of precum out of his tip and onto my tongue. I tasted
and was fascinated, more by the slippery texture than the
taste. As my hands stroked back downward toward his pubic
hair and I opened my mouth and slid my lips over him. I had
a cock in my mouth for the first time. This was hotter than
my hetero mind expected, fueled by the fire in Julie’s
eyes. I repeated the motion slowly going deeper this time.
Apparently Julie was not the only one turned on by this sight,
since I heard Karen groan, “Oh, god, this is soooo hot.”
(She must have an interesting relationship with her deity.)



The next moment I heard Jean say with command in her voice.
“Oh, yea! Suck that cock. Take him all!” And then, “Fuck
his face Robert, fuck that virgin throat.”


Despite the encouragement, Robert did not force me and
remained still, letting me control the motion. On the next
down stroke, I removed my hand from the base of his shaft
and put a hand on both sides of his hips pulled him forward.
Julie sighed, “yesssss!” I felt him hit the back of
my throat and almost gagged, but then employed my beer chugging
ability to open my throat and I felt myself swallowing him
down. The next thing I knew pubic hairs were tickling my
nose. I had taken him all! I looked up at Julie and saw a distant
look in her eyes, a look of ecstasy. “I can’t even do
that, ” she whispered, almost jealous.


I looked up and realized everyone else was gathered around
us looking down at my ministrations. Jean was chanting
lewd comments. Karen was staring, mouth agape, and her
hand strumming her pussy only a foot from us. Kathy was on
the other side, with Wavy behind her, still playing with
those nipples and massaging those massive boobs while
she ground her ass into his hips. They were all looking down
on me but were not “looking down on me.”


I lost my remaining reservations and started going to town
on Robert’s meat. “Oh, he’s close!” Julie egged
me on, fire in her eyes. I kept going…all the way down,
all the way back. On my back stroke Julie would lean in and
give a lap to the exposed side of his shaft or his balls and
pull back giving me room for the down stroke. Julie reached
behind him, squeezed an ass cheek and pulled him forward
again, urging him down my throat. They both moaned. I moaned
too, sending vibrations through him. He quivered. My hand
slid down his thigh and under my chin and closed around his
swinging scrotum. I rolled his balls gently around as my
other hand and hers urged his rhythm into and out of my mouth.
He growled. Julie whimpered.


The next instant, several things seemed to happen at once.
His cock twitched and the head seemed to swell deep in my
gullet, he grunted and thrust even deeper and as I felt seamen
pump through his shaft and past my mouth, straight down
my throat, and heard a squeal and felt a flood of moisture
flood my balls as Julie pressed her quaking pussy against
my own engorged shaft. “Six?” I thought.


His first spurt went down my throat and past the point of
tasting, but the next moment he had pulled back preparing
for another thrust and his second pulse flooded my tongue.
I could taste it this time. I don’t think he could have
resisted if he tried…he was on autopilot…and he thrust
in again and I felt another throb in my throat. And another
smaller pulse on the next out stroke. He pulled all the way
out this time and his last shot just dribbled from the head
and fell just perfectly onto Julie’s bare nipple just
below.


Julie was still quivering in the aftermath but turned to
me and kissed me, licking her husband’s cum from my lips
and then probing for more within as we traded his spunk back
and forth. She felt me swallow once more and I felt her quim,
still crushing my cock to my stomach, quiver with another
convulsion. I guess I had just completed an associate’s
degree in bisexuality. Not the degree I had been pursuing,
but hey….


I was brought back to the reality around me as I hear the whooping
and hollering around me. Voices exclaiming approval combined
with depraved comments of all sorts. I felt something under
my arm and looking down saw Karen on her knees licking that
last dollop of come from Julie’s nipple. She quivered
again and sighed relaxing the crush on my cock below, leaned
forward and whispered in my ear, “six!” Yes, it was
six.


“Master’s degree completed. Care to further your
studies? Do you have a dissertation in mind for a PHD?”
I asked her. She giggled, but didn’t reply.


She giggled (so did Karen) and pulled back a bit freeing
my nearly pulverized cock and instead of getting off of
my lap as I thought while she lifted up, she inched forward
and without either of us aiming my missile, she found her
target and with one motion, thrust downward with her pussy
completely swallowing me. Heaven. Warm, wet and all encompassing.
I throbbed, but did not come (I’m not sure how).


Her hands on my shoulders, she held her face back from me
and all I could see was that hunger as she rose and fell. She
wanted to eat me alive. Hell, I wanted to eat her alive. My
head fell back on the picnic table, legs splayed beneath
her as she did the work, pleasuring herself as well as me.
She was dragging her half inch long and hard nipples up and
down my chest, perhaps getting off on the scratchiness
of my chest hair. I could feel her nectar flowing down over
my balls, being cooled in the evening air. Someone else
must have noticed this too, because the next moment I felt
a tongue down there cleaning me off. But, as fast at the cleaning
was done, it was fruitless, or perhaps fruitful, because
the juices were continuously renewed. I felt one testicle
completely enveloped and rolled by a tongue, and then the
other. A new mystery mouth? Or was that Karen again? I couldn’t
see. I didn’t care.


I felt my ball being released and replaced by the tickling
tongue again but this time it licked upward tracing the
ridge of what part of my cock was not enveloped in Julie and
left me. It must have travelled further up into the cleft
between Julies ass cheeks and ticked her nether hole, because
she archer her ass backward, groaning and nearly broke
off my cock. That was just as well, because the slight pain
relieved my urge to come. I didn’t want this to ever end.



Julie had plans of her own, however, one that would surely
bring an end to me. She leaned forward and said, “I want
you to come in my assssss.” She really did hiss as she said
ass.


Remembering Robert’s channeling earlier, I gave the
appropriate response. “As you wish.” She lifted up
off of me and the moment she was high enough the mystery lips
enveloped my cock. As Julie lifted one leg off of me, the
head at my head came into view. Of course, Karen. Where did
that old timidity go? I don’t think Julie had the heart
to interrupt her. She just watched and smiled. I couldn’t
help but smile too. Julie, still panting, finally said
to Karen, “I need it back, but make sure you leave lots
of lube.”


I heard Jean’s voice shout out, “Lots of lube? We know
what that means! Make sure we can see everything!” Evil
laughs all around. They (Jean, Robert, Wavy and Kathy)
were apparently worn out for the moment. They all sat at
the other table facing us. Someone started chanting, “Ream
her ass! Ream her ass!” The others quickly joined in with
the chant. Julie actually blushed.


Karen raised her head leaving lots of obvious slobber behind,
licked her lips and said, “Ready as he’ll ever be.”
She backed out from between my legs and stood up heading
toward the audience seats with the others. I started to
rise, when Julies hand held my shoulder down. I looked up
at her and she straddled my lap facing the audience and did
an exaggerated bow to many cheers. She reached between
her legs and grabbed my skyward pointing cock and bent it
slightly forward and rubbed it up and down between her ass
cheeks back and forth over her sensitive hole. (More cheers
and egging on…)


Finally, she stopped the head pointed at the bull’s eye
and started to sit back. At first she didn’t open and my
cock was starting to bend in half. Gotta talk to Karen about
her prep work. Then all of the sudden, the head popped in
and in an instant, she was all the way down. Oh god was she
tight. Was I the one getting religion now? Perhaps, but
I worshipped the Slut Goddess. It was tight, but warm and
velvety soft. She sighed and just sat there for a moment
and said “Perfect fit!” I guess larger cocks were too
big for her. Jean, ever the instigator of trouble, shouted
out, “Hey, we can’t see anything but pussy!”


Julie turned her head to the side so she could see my face
and gave an exaggerated eye roll. I just smiled, kissed
her and reached around her grabbing her thighs and pulled
them up and toward me. This crushed her back to my chest and
she let the back of her head flop onto my shoulder. I pulled
her legs all the way up so her knees were touching her nipples
and I was sure the audience could now see my cock up her ass.
I didn’t need to ask. The lewd comments from the peanut
gallery made it clear that they could see. I lifted her and
felt myself slide out a couple of inches and then let her
drop back down. “Oh yeah” was all she said. Oh yeah was
repeated all around.


I repeated the motion, this time letting her drop more suddenly
with a grunt. Her hand came around and reached between her
legs. I felt her fingertips on either side of my cock feeling
the point of penetration. She dragged her nails along the
edge and upward and into my view over her shoulder and stopped
at her red swollen lipped and dripping cunt and dipped a
finger in. She pulled it out dripping and started to flick
it back and forth over her protruding nub of a clit. “I’ve
got to have some of that!” I hear Karen say as she left her
seat and came over and knelt between my legs again, but this
time, she was orally servicing Julie. Julie continued
to flick her clit as Karen’s tongue probed between her
labia for those tasty juices. “Mmmmm.” came from above
as well as below.


It was hard to pump her from below while sitting down with
her essentially sitting on my lap without her feet on the
ground. I didn’t mind. This way I could last yet a little
longer. I could feel Julie gently rocking on me and Karen
continued to tongue probe her and her own finger continued
to slip back and forth over her own clit. Before I even realized
what was happening, she came again! She had just cum only
a couple of minutes before! Her flow increased again a Karen
tried to catch it all with her tongue but she missed plenty.
I could feel it running down to where my cock was impaled.
Natural lube is definitely the best. I gave what short little
thrusts I could and made use of that juice.


She sighed as she laid back on my chest, completely relaxed
and said, “I can’t believe it. That was number seven.”



Julie wasn’t done with her research yet. She lifted her
head and called out “Honey? Do you think you have one more
in you? I have a need for that long rod of yours.” I looked
at the audience section and they all still sat there in their
birthday suits eyes intent on us, but now they were all masturbating
to the scene. Robert clearly had another in him as he was
stroking his long, skinny, apparently rock hard cock.
He rose from his bench and ushered Karen out of the way. But
on the way, somehow Karen’s mouth managed to suck him
in, but just as quickly, released him and got out of his way.



He now stood between my legs and aimed his tool downward
to Julies spread lips and slowly inserted. I could feel
his cock head slide along my own shaft, separated by a surprisingly
thin membrane. Julie groaned. I saw Karen’s hands reach
around from behind Robert and start rolling his nipples
between her fingers. Since Robert was now supporting Julie’s
legs, my hands were now free to do the same to her. I rolled
her nipples hard and she let out a high pitched “aaaahhhh!”
and rocked her hips. I realized that with Robert holding
her legs to his chest, she was actually being lifted off
of my lap a bit and I had some room to move. Not much, but more
than before and I thrust upward, plunging deeper in her
ass and pulling out as far as I could and plunging again.
Can it get any better?


Robert must have decided he wasn’t going deep enough
and looking up to me said, “Scoot forward a tad?” I nodded
and with him lifting and pulling Julie’s thighs, I was
able to slide several inches forward, as far as I could go
and still be comfortable. This now let me lean back a bit
for and Julie’s torso followed mine. The change did more
than let Robert go deeper. He didn’t have to bend down
his cock as much and the length and strength of his strokes
increased. His strokes were also more horizontal and made
Julie slide more up and down my stomach and chest with each
stroke. Julie’s ass canal was also more horizontal,
as well as my cock. The length of my stroke into her increased
as well.


“DP! DP! DP!” Jean, the slutty cheerleader, chanted.
Her voice didn’t come from the audience table. She had
risen and approached, perhaps for a better view of the naughty
penetrations that Julie was experiencing. The others
had joined her and gathered around. Hands on their own naughty
bits or their neighbor’s.


“She needs something to silence that mouth, ” Julie
said in feigned contempt.


“We might be able to help with that!” I heard Wavy say
and with that sat up on the table next to us and commanded
his wife to “Get up on the table you loud mouthed voyeur,
on your knees!”


“I’m not the one who likes being ordered around…”
his wife replied, but counter to her objections, she was
complying and had climbed up on the table the long ways an
on her knees facing us, her face over her husband’s lap.



“Right now, woman, you need a firm hand.”


“And a firm cock!” she said with an evil chuckle as she
leaned forward to inhale her husband’s average length
but extremely thick member. Kathy must have been inspired
to literally interpret Wavy’s statement because she
gave Jean’s upturned ass a hard slap. Jean moaned on Wavy’s
hidden cock. “She doesn’t like to be told what to do, but she knows
when she needs a good spanking.” Wavy said to me with a
grin. Kathy continued a regular smacking of Jean’s amble
buns, stopping to caress more than just her buns, only to
resume smacking. Kathy was looking over Jean’s back
intent on Julie’s pleasures. Jean, lips on Wavy’s
cock, never took her eyes off of our own debauchery. Karen
was back to her opened mouth almost catatonic stare, right
between Julie’s thighs as Robert’s tool went way deep
and almost all the way out, giving her view of my cock in her
ass below, and then slowly slipped all the way back in, blocking
that view. I could tell Karen was deriving pleasure by rubbing
those tight boobs with rock hard nipples on Robert’s
back while she continued to pleasure Robert’s with her
own hands.


Robert started thrusting in earnest now. Greater force,
greater speed, and greater penetration. With each thrust
of his hips and cock, Julie was thrust upward and then fell
back. I didn’t have to move anymore to fuck her. He was
making her fuck me! I felt her clenching sphincter slip
up my cock and then plunge back down. Again and again and
again. She let out a whimper each time he plunged in and a
grunt each time he pulled out (and she plunged down and I
plunged in). I could still feel a steady flow cumming from
her juicing pussy and down to my cock embedded in her ass,
providing that heavenly lube. I hoped I could last. It really
was heavenly.


I realized I hadn’t heard Kathy’s slaps anymore and
looked over to her. I could see her arm disappearing behind
Jean’s raised ass in a regular rhythm (timed with Robert’s).
Her motion must have been a full foot. She couldn’t be
just using her fingers. I wondered if she was fisting her.
My answer was given when she pulled her arm further back
and raised up a long thick blue dildo shiny with Jean’s
essence. Where did that come from? She grinned at me and
placed it higher up than before and slowly pushed it forward.
Jean gave a muffled groan as her face was forced forward
and Wavy went balls deep into her mouth. For the first time
since being on her knees blowing her husband, she released
him and looked at him and growled, “She’s fucking my
ass! The bitch is fucking my ass!”


Kathy either objected to or liked being called a bitch (not
sure which), because she was suddenly no longer slow and
smooth in her strokes. Her expression had a weird combination
of a smile and a scowl as she had started to plunge the imitation
cock, almost violently, and with much greater frequency.
I could hear the slap of her fist on Jean’s ass each time
the dildo bottomed out. Jean, like me, was now relying on
the motion of someone else. She just kept her lips around
Wavy’s tool as Kathy caused her to rock to and fro. Julie
was trying to take it all in (in all senses of the words).
She apparently couldn’t decide what was hottest as her
eyes flicked from her husband’s cock plowing her own
pussy right below her eyes, and then up to the cutie who was
also who was avidly staring at the sight of his cock in her
cunt while pleasuring her husband’s nipple (singular…where’d
her other hand go?) and then Julie’s eyes went to Jean’s
face fucking of Wavy’s cock only a foot away and then up
to the source of Jean’s rocking to Kathy’s punishment
of Jean’s ass.


Something snapped with all the visual input as Robert plunged
deep and held himself there and convulsed, groaning long
and hard, clearly depositing his seed and marking his territory.
She basically screamed in one long wail. Her body shook
above me and I felt her asshole convulse. If she had done
one more thrust on my throbbing bone, I would have lost it.
Instead, she fell against me limp and motionless except
for small quivers. Ahhhh. Robert remained deep within
her and I swear I could feel him pulsing against my own cock
through that thin, smooth and soft membrane. He then slowly
pulled out and sighed as I heard gasp from Julie. At least
she was still alive!


“””Eight!””” shouted the chorus.


Robert stepped back nearly knocking Karen over behind
him as she stared drooling saliva as Julies gaping and pulsing
pussy drooled Robert’s cum. Now I could feel a different
liquid dripping down to lubricate me. Without hesitation
Karen was on her knees between our splayed legs and gently
licked the cream from Julie’s cunt. She was clearly being
gentle, aware of Julie’s state and gently cleaned her
letting her down slowly. Julie would whimper and small
convulsions ran through her for several minutes as Karen
worked her tongue around cleaning every last drop. Well,
actually, the last drops were well below Julie and Karen
didn’t miss them. I felt her nose nuzzle the base of my
cock, still embedded in Julie’s ass, as her tongue snaked
out below my balls and cleaned what was dripping from them.
Her tongue slid to the side and swiped up the cleft between
balls and thigh and repeated this on the other side. She
pulled away and looked up at us licking her lips with a grateful
expression. We were the ones who should be grateful.


I looked down at her and smiled back. “You’ve been fucked
at least twice by my count.” She smiled sheepishly. “
You’ve orally pleasured multiple people.” (a chorus
of agreements) “But has anyone gone down on you?” She
shook her head. “Then get up on that table over there.”
And quick as a flash, she was there, looking at me in anticipation.



“Woohoo!” shouted someone from the peanut gallery.



Julie was coming back to life and lifted her head from my
shoulder and looked over to Karen, legs spread, up on her
elbows looking back. I leaned forward and again pulled
up Julie’s thighs, since her feet had dropped to the ground
in her relaxed state. I leaned forward a bit and lifted her
lithe frame, careful not to break off my cock which was still
rock hard and in serious need of an explosive relief. I somehow
managed to stand, still embedded deep, and carried her
over to Karen’s table and lowered her feet to the ground.
One of my arms went around her mid-section to support her
as I leaned myself and her forward over the table. She understood
and placing her arms on the table to supporter her torso,
she leaned in and started to eat that young tight twat. Karen
moaned. It probably wouldn’t take long from what I could
tell. Others gathered around. Her coworker leaned in and
grasping one of her small perky breasts leaned in further
for a kiss. With a visible pinch of her nipple, Karen’s
ass came off the table pushing harder into Julie’s face.
Julie lapped on. Jean and Wavy were cute. They denied me
all the wanton images they both had been giving me for the
past two hours and just stood there watching, holding hands.



Now it was my turn. I grabbed Julie’s hips and slowly pulled
all the way out with a sound that was half shlurp and half
pop. She moaned in apparent disappointment at the empty
feeling. Who was I to deny her? Without even aiming I managed
to plunge right back in. The target was larger than before.
She was thrust forward into Karen with a grunt from her and
a moan from Karen. I withdrew again, but not all the way this
time. Julie turned her head sideways and growled, “Fuck
it! Fuck it hard! Fuck my ass like it’s your last! Take
me! I want your cum deep in my ass!” Ah, now that’s a true
slut. She grabbed Karen’s thighs as if to hold on, but
perhaps just so she could keep at her duty.


To a chorus of lewd comments from our audience, I started
to pump faster. Faster, harder. I was pummeling her back
side and I could hear Karen, not Julie, grunting in rhythm
with me. I knew I wasn’t going to last. I had been on the
verge for some time. Thank god I had let myself cum in her
mouth earlier. I lasted longer than I thought I would. Julie
was no longer capable of licking Karen. She had inserted
a couple of fingers and had turned her head to the side and
my thrusts were ramming her cheek into Karen’s pussy
with force. Karen was pumping against her in time.


I was standing behind her pile driving my throbbing cock
into her ass as she moaned and grunted. Karen was emitting
a similar set of sounds her hips undulating more and more
violently. Kathy must have an excellent sense of timing.
I saw her twist and pull one of Karen’s nipples and she
cried out and came. Julie may not have been a squirter, but
Karen surely was. I saw liquid spray out from behind Julie’s
face as Karen convulsed and wailed. If possible, I started
driving faster, driven on by the heat playing out in front
of me. Julie moaned, “It feels soooo good, so good, so
GOOOOOOOD!” I felt her ass grab my cock as if it would never
let go and another round of wetness flowed over my balls.
(“nine!’ I thought to myself amazed.) That was it for
me! I thrust forward one last time and held my thighs to hers
as my cock exploded deep within her. “Oh god yes! Give
it to me! I can feel your cum in my ass!” I heard through
a fog as my cock pulsed more and more of my cream deep in her
bowels.


I held there savoring the feeling. Minutes. Hours. Eons!
I was brought back to reality by applause. Applause! I looked
up and it was Robert, Jean and Wavy clapping. Kathy was lovingly
kissing Karen who was lying motionless on the table. I withdrew
slowly and Julie and I both groaned. She turned smiling
languidly, one side of her face soaked from Karen’s juices.
I looked down at her ass and realized it hadn’t closed
back up after my punishing treatment. I could literally
see into her colon and white cream iced the edges. I couldn’t
resist and leaned in and with a firm pointed tongue inserted
it into that gaping hole. Suddenly I felt her sphincter
clamp down on my tongue and her whole body convulsed again
as she let out a wail. I pulled my face back and saw my own cum
being forced out of her ass with each convulsion and start
running down over her taint and then over her pussy lips.
I leaned in and gave a long slow lap from her clit up to her
pucker tasting my own essence. She shivered.


After a minute of motionlessness, she lifter her chest
from the table, turned and knelt before me and lovingly
laved my still hard tool. By the time she was satisfied I
was clean, she released my now wilting cock. I was spent.
She was spent. I think we were all spent, but well spent.
After we were all dressed, Robert shook my hand, and said
“She has never cum 10 times in one evening. She’s gonna
want more of you. With that, he handed me a business card
and said, “if you are ever in Sacramento…”


I replied, “And next time you visit Elk…” (the town
on the coast they had been visiting), and dug out one of my
consulting cards.


Karen piped in with “ and next time you are at the brewery
near closing time…” and giggled.


“She’s gonna get us fired, ” said Kathy, with some
exasperation in her voice.


Julie walked up to me and hugged me hard and gave me a gentle
kiss. “Thank you. That was my best naughty adventure
yet! And we will definitely be in touch.”


“Wait a minute, ” I said. I grabbed one of the brewery’s
coasters and flipped it to the blank back side. I drew a decorative
border and then wrote the words: “This diploma for a PHD
in Slutology is awarded to Julie’s Inner Slut, witnessed
this day of August Fourth, in the year of 2013 by the following:”
I reached into my pants and ran a finger along the urethra
and managed to push out another bit of my cream onto my finger.
I brought it out and held it up where everyone could see the
wetness, then applied a fingerprint to the diploma. Everyone
giggled. Karen, now bold did the same, reaching into her
pants and clearly dipping into her pussy and holding her
hand up for all to see as I had done, and pressed her fingerprint
next to mine on the diploma.


Wavy was reaching in his own pants, but sighed, “Sorry,
I was completely drained. I’ve got nothing.”


Kathy said, “Wait, you left me plenty.” She hiked up
her skirt and we could see her pussy was still drooling their
combined juices, dipped in and applied two fingerprints
to the diploma, clearly intending one for her and one for
Wavy. Jean and Robert joined in the ritual. Five nasty witness
prints smeared the bottom of Julie’s diploma. I handed
it to her and said, “Now who’s the professor?” She
smiled and hugged me, after tucking the coaster into her
purse.


“I still have to decide whether I’m going to go into
research or teaching.” She smiled.


Either way, the world was going to be a better place. I wondered
if she would frame her diploma and hang it on her wall as we
shuffled out. Oh, if only our sexually repressed society
would let their inner sluts out more often! Julie might
be able to help with that…


The End.


I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
Vote! Mcmonkey.

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a great sexy story with great details of all the sex had by
all would make a great movie

10/22/2014

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WOW!! couldn't be better....maybe more with the 2
from the beer garden...

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Great and sexy story

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couldn't stop reading, excellent story!

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McMonkey replies on 6/19/2016 4:48 am:
Glad you liked it!