5 comments/ 87352 views/ 26 favorites Another Overnighter By: sharedhousewife After spending the day training a group of engineers and staff up in Holbrook the other day, I met a few for drinks at a local lounge. The place started to fill up with a mixture of people. Some seemed to know one another and others just seemed to fit in. A few people came over to the table and the two men got up and shook hands, there was no introducing me and I thought that odd but let it go, when they sat down again they were friendly and made light conversation asking about where I was from, what I was doing there and how long I'd be staying. They seemed to think my traveling around the state doing trainings was an interesting job and asked if I never got lonely. I had to admit I did. The shy engineer blushed when his friend asked me directly, "well what about sex." In my city boldness I asked, "Is that an offer?" "Well it can be," he snapped back, his dimples reddening a bit while his co-worker apologized for his forwardness. An odd two here I thought to myself, but one compliments the other. When I said overnight they asked where. I mentioned the motel that the office had made a reservation at for me. It was the only one they found within a reasonable distance and at state cost. The bold one laughed, "Did they rent to you by the hour? That old place has had the same sheets on the bed since the 60's." The shy one seemed to light up with that comment and surprisingly came out with an idea "Why don't you stay with us? We have an extra bedroom, and besides, since we have been away for training, it has to be cleaner than the only motel." Although it was not my intent, the idea of not having a separate bedroom became immediately more appealing than being able to sprawl out in my own room. Adrian didn't talk much, but he read faces a lot better than his friend. His intent focus on my face made me feel he was simmering inside, wanting me to know it, and hoping I would share it. Jack must have known Adrian well, because he instantly became more friendly. The place was getting noisy, and honestly, my focus was no longer on what was going on in the lounge, nor was it focused on getting set up for the next morning. I would have liked to have thought that one of them had spiked my drink, but that was not the case at all. The thought of both these guys and me had my buttons bulging out of my t-shirt and the engineer's hard-ons bulging in their pants. "You look bored," Jack said. "Why don't you get all this stuff out of the lounge before something gets lost." I never noticed the attention we got as we left the lounge by the side door and walked up the steps on the outside of the building. The men followed me to the motel down the road. I was more intent on getting up the stairs and inside the door. The anticipation was killing me. Even now as I am writing this, I am getting wet remembering that I did not know whether I could make the first move, but I knew if someone did not I would not wait long. Adrian grabbed the key and unlocked my room door. Jack was behind me. When we got to the landing, I knew I would not have to wait too long, because I could feel Jack's hard cock rubbing against me wanting to get out of his pants. As he opened the door and we stepped inside, Adrian turned around, and I had one man running the front of me and the other rubbing me in the back. I was impressed with the package they each had, and could not wait to unwrap it. Adrian did not bother to be slow about it and pulled open my blouse, exposing my bra. It was the kind where half the breast is exposed, and they must have swollen a bit, because my nipples were erect and long before he even touched them. Jack did not waste a moment wanting to get skin to skin. Unbuttoning my slacks, he slipped his hands into my thong and lowered them with one motion. Before I knew it he had opened his fly, and I could feel the already wet head of his cock against my ass. I was not quite ready for the cold hand that moved under my blouse and greeted the nipple Adrian had learned so much about the year before. Both were immediately as hard as the front of his pants, which was now pointedly pushing against my thigh. I could feel him holding tighter, bending his knees and then straightening out simulating what he would have liked to be doing unclothed. Jack did not want to let go, but there was much more I could offer by turning around and facing him, so I did. His mouth lowered itself over my nipple and I could feel the gentle warmth of his tongue and saliva replacing the coldness his hand had brought to it just a moment before. As his tongue moved with more speed, the dry nipple grew as if it had a desire to quench his thirst for lust, but could not. What refused to flow from its outlet did not stop the rush of liquid below, as the cum started to gush from my pussy, it warmed his legs and mine dripping into a puddle at his feet. I had a difficult time standing as the flow continued. With his mouth pulling on the nipple, the tide of warm juice worked its way out. Even without my eyes seeing it, I could feel his cock getting harder, and I wanted more and more to allow it to share my pleasure. I released myself from his grip and knelt down on my knees. The rug was wet from my cum. My breath on his still closed pants seemed to excite him and deliver an anticipation of my next move. I took one hand and slowly opened his zipper. I thought of keeping this a chance encounter; one he might have had were he to have found a street girl looking for some fun. After all, neither one of us were looking for love. It was only sex, lust, passion and fucking for the sake of a fuck. I reached inside and felt his warm hard cock. Considerably smaller than I often had, I immediately swallowed the entire thing. He moaned, feeling his entire shaft entrapped with the warmth of my mouth. I have a particular passion and talent for oral sex. I'm unable to count the number of men who cannot seem to let go of me after having experienced my special methods of sucking a cock. It is never just sucking; it is my mouth making love to it, taking control over it, and giving off any and every sensation a man could even imagine. The pulse of the blood through the shaft and the smoothness of the head made me afraid that he would cum, so I worked on opening his belt, believing that the moment's distraction would allow me to offer another few minutes of pleasure without his having to wait and hopefully begin again. After all, in a year we had discussed a number of different positions, speeds and emotions. And now having him, I wanted to experience them all. (Not to mention the different places we discussed doing it. Most of which I was not at all objecting to!) I wanted to bend over and have him ram me fully, and lay on my back with my legs over his shoulders, and sit on top, slowly gyrating and dancing my way down while my cum streamed all over his balls. We settled for one of our other fantasies. I lay on my back with my head hanging off of the bed. I wanted him to stand up and pump his load into my mouth. But I wanted to watch! Naked, my nipples ready to be played with again; I lay on the bed with my head hanging off the side. He did not immediately ram his cock in my mouth, but instead, played with the head of his cock on my lips. I played back, holding them tightly together, making it near impossible for him to penetrate, but occasionally allowing a little opening from which my tongue could emerge. He was getting hot and I was getting hotter. He reached for my nipples with one hand and pulled the head of his cock with the other. My view was of a naked man's balls, his hard cock pulsating above me. At that moment he pushed a little harder and reached for my nipples. I came like a fountain, and he stroked like he had never before had a woman. I could feel his head and knew that this would not be the time I used my magic; only my skills. He knew what I wanted and how to deliver it. In another few strokes, I felt his cum forcing its way down my throat and all over my face, while I continued to create a small lake on the bed spread under me. It would seem that the anticipation of our phone conversations had him hot, because he said don't move, and I didn't. He moved to the other end of the bed and proceeded to look for the source of my ever flowing cum. My clit was red and swollen. There was satisfaction, but the softer kind than I enjoy. He knew it and he nibbled while reaching up to those buttons again that kept me turned on. "I know what you want," he said, "and I am not leaving until you ask me to stop." I was hoping he realized that I was close to insatiable as one can come without being classified a nymphomaniac. His cock was already hard again and he pulled me a little closer to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs above his shoulders, he fully penetrated, stopping only at his balls. At that moment I allowed my muscles to give him the message of his life and his first moan was followed by many others. Soon he had trouble controlling his thoughts, but no problem controlling his stroke. Each outward stroke was swifter, and each inward stroke more determined. I could feel another load of hot cum ready to explode in me. I had cum many times already, and that was apparent by the small lake under his balls. I was not ready for this to be over, so I tightened my muscles as tightly as I could and pushed him out. He looked at me strangely, and I motioned he should help me up. I reversed my position and laid over the bed, my ass just slightly in the air, my chest flat to the surface. I had to walk over a few steps since the carpet was wet and sticky. I wanted this to be tighter, so I grabbed a towel and soaked up the cum from my thighs, but as soon as he poked back into me, it started flowing all over again. In this position, he felt the full flow of hot juice shooting out of me. The height difference had him bending his knees, penetrating and pushing in as hard as he could. Still not my favorite way, but I could feel the power behind his thrust. Anticipating some bedroom activity, I had earlier hidden a battery powered vibrator within reach. I could not see his face, but he sighed with pleasure as I reached behind me and placed it on his resting balls. It wasn't long or too many muscle contractions jerking him off inside of me before he was shooting streams of cum mixed with mine. It was apparent they were not waiting for anything. In the middle of the room was a long oak coffee table. Having been in more bachelor pads than I would care to admit, I knew that there were other uses for a table of this height. They escorted me over and I laid back with my legs slung over the edge. Adrian now with only his tee shirt on straddled the table, his hard cock swinging over my head while my tongue tried to catch a lick. Jack started stroking his already hard cock. Although I was concentrating on getting Adrian, I could not help but look over and wonder when Jack would stop expanding. A handful to begin with, he extended to a good ten inches. He nodded his head to Adrian and they changed positions. Jack straddled the bench and with a determination stroked his cock into my mouth. I assumed he was mindful of his size, because he was gentle in his strokes, but that did not stop me from beginning to let my cum flow. Most men are excited to see a "squirter" begin to flow. The initial climax is like the onset of a volcanic eruption: small bubbles of liquid shooting up from, in my case, a shaved pussy, followed immediately by another eruption then by another, and as they increase in intensity, they increase in volume. Jack was getting more excited watching than he should have, because he lost control of his stroke and started choking me. Adrian, who was well endowed himself, but not quite as large as Jack had been playing with my nipples and watching. He had managed to get them to expand almost an inch when he indicated to Jack it was his turn. I was glad that Jack had stopped his thrusting. He moved down to the end of the table where my legs were still over the edge. He went to the other side and stood on the table. Slowly (because he knew I wanted it all inside me - I told him more than once), he spread me apart with each inch of his cock. Once he had fully penetrated, he rode me with a vengeance; his balls bouncing against me with every stroke as if he were trying to get them inside me too. My cum was flowing all over him and all over me, gushing out with every long stroke outwards. I heard Adrian moan as his load shot downwards in my throat. He continued to contract even after unloading a gush of cream. Jack sped up but was not yet ready to climax. I loved every stroke and did not want him to stop, so when Adrian began to get hard again in my mouth, I licked the head. He let the now re-hardening shaft fall into my face and I worked the vein from top to bottom. His balls hung over my mouth. He gently stroked so as not to lose his erection, and I slowly worked his balls, warming up the juice for what I hoped would be another delicious load of cum. That was not what they had in mind! Once erect, he moved down toward the other end of the table. Unlike Jack, he stayed on my side of the table and they taught me what full penetration meant. When Jack stroked in, Adrian pulled out, and when Adrian stroked in, Jack pulled out. Although I had been experienced in sex before, I never felt anything like this before, and being honest, it felt so good I wanted more. I wanted someone in my mouth, someone playing with my nipples, and someone fingering my ass. The sensation turned my world totally into feelings, and I could not get enough of it feeling good! My muscles tightened, and although I tried being fair, I had lost track of any kind of rhythm. The puddle under me was getting larger and I realized for a moment there was nothing they could have asked me to do that I would not have done to keep them going. Adrian felt good, but I loved feeling Jack. He did not hesitate for one moment to let me know he was getting enjoyment out of this, and he was in control. It was for that reason that when he abruptly stopped and pulled out, that I wondered what had happened. He pushed me forward and prodded the tightest opening on my body. I think he changed my mind knowing that he had already spent twice the time Adrian had. He moved forward toward my chest and pushed them together. As he squeezed each nipple, I sent a flow of warm cum toward Adrian. He was long enough for me to catch the head with each forward thrust and I anticipated his warm load all over my face. Adrian began that determined rhythm that comes just before climax. Jack fell into the same beat, and Adrian pulled out just before letting go. His warm cum shot all over my shaved mound! Jack was ready and so was I! My mouth open, I tried to catch every drop as it shot through my breasts and toward my face. I am sure I was quite a site! Adrian said he had to get going, as his wife would expect him home soon. I asked him what his wife would think if she knew he was fucking another woman right now. He replied that she would probably divorce him and take his pension, the kids and the house. But he said they no longer slept together in the same bedroom and a divorce might allow him to do this more often. The boys and I took a shower and then Adrian left. Jack asked if I was up for more partying, and I said yes! He advised he knew of a local country bar that closed the front door at 2:00 a.m.; but the regulars hung out inside until dawn. So, I put on a pair of five-inch red stilettos, a short form fitting, hip-hugging mini halter dress with no thong, and a gold ankle bracelet and set off with Jack to meet his local friends. Scott calls this outfit my "fuck me" getup. The bar wasn't as crowded as usual for a Thursday night Jack said. Jack and I sat in the corner drinking as we talked about encounters I previously had and it didn't take me long to get aroused. One of the regulars Jack drank and joked around with on other occasions came in and sat on the other side of me. With his eyes burning his intentions onto my breast, assisted by wearing a really low cut halter, I started to stroke his leg as we told jokes to each other and I would inch my way closer. He seemed to get nervous as my fingers touched the tremendous bulge in his jeans, but I sat back in my stool so he could see that my other hand was busy giving Jack the same attention, and he was aware of what I was doing. He ordered another beer and it foamed up, spilling down the neck. I grabbed his beer and cradled it like it was his cock and slowly swallowed as much of the bottle as I could , surprising myself that I could take so much down. He moaned and sighed as I took hold of his fingers and mouthed them slowly and tightly. Asking both him and Jack to stand up against the bar, I unzipped and pulled out two beautiful, hard cocks. Smearing the pre-cum from my two trophies over their heads, I let my hands glide along their shafts with ease, as I could feel their pulsating blood circulating as my strokes were soft and slow but tight. He whispered he was going to cum and there was no way I was going to waste a single drop. I pretended to drop something on the floor and I quickly made his cock disappear into my warm, waiting mouth. As my tongue rolled over his head and along his shaft, I sucked tightly, as he held the back of my head and pumped. I wanted this moment to last longer, but he started to swell and spurt his creamy load into my mouth. I wanted to savor and adore, but being detected was my enemy, so as I pulled his cock out and a silky strand trailed from his head to my lips and cheek, I used his head to push what was left into my mouth. Getting back in my seat, the few seconds of my oral worship to him was only known by us three. Such a thrill and rush to be sneaky and naughty and if you are wondering, Jack got his also. Jack said in this bar, there was a popular custom in which one woman would "pull a train". She would service all the men in the train, one after another, and sometimes several at once. He reminisced with my new friend of his experience of sinking his hot cock into her steamy, soaking wet pussy, not minding the sensation of other men's semen inside her, but just enjoying the depths and experience of the encounter. The guys would also compete to pull the most enthusiastic reaction from her with their performance. The women participated voluntarily and often pleasured at least six men in a night and often as many as ten to fifteen. I sat in his lap as he described the last encounter at the bar. Justin was a clean party guy. Attractive with short blond hair and deep green eyes, it was hard to keep my perspective on the task at hand. I wanted him. He took good care of his body, as was evident by his superb physique. I explored his firm pectorals with my fingernails, and worked my hand inside his button-down shirt. The t-shirt beneath was a thin barrier to protect him from my biting nails. Apparently he enjoyed this stimulation as his pants became a less uncomfortable cushion for my backside. Leaning up, I kissed his fresh mouth with my own crimson smile, and began a dance of erotic tonguing. Shifting to straddle his hips, I made contact with his erection, my bare pussy soaking the front of his khaki pants as my dress climbed my thighs. Moving my mouth with gentle nibbling kisses across his cheek to his ear, I began to rock gently against him. My hands circled round to his back to continue stimulating him as I lapped at his earlobe, blowing into it and then whispering, "You want me, don't you?" "Yes," he breathed. "Right here? In front of everyone?" "If you want to! I like to share. All these horny guys would love to fuck you. Otherwise, we'd better go to a motel while we still can. " "No," I whispered. "I want all the hot cock I can get tonight." Another Overnighter It didn't matter that I was Jack's date. He knew the rules. If the lady consented, everyone got a turn. As the procurer, he had first dibs. All eyes were diverted to the action in the rocking chair as I slowly untied my halter and exposed my 36DD breasts. My long ash blonde hair gleamed in the light of the lamps as it fell down across my back. My red halter dress was soon gone as Justin slid it off my hips and dropped it to the floor. My full, firm breasts bounced slightly against my chest. Justin leaned forward and took one rosy nipple into his mouth, suckling on it. The exquisite pleasure of his tongue on my breast made me shudder with delight, rocking harder against him, increasing the pace. I ground against his erection, my fingernails digging into the back of his shirt as a fresh wave of pussy juice soaked his khaki pants. He moaned against my chest, exchanging one breast for another. He began to suck and nibble at it, pulling on the teat as would a child after succor. I pulled him closer, cradling his head, massaging his scalp as he attended to my aching tits. I knew that the others were enjoying the show, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the bartender walk over and lock the front door. I reached down between us, dislodging his mouth from my breast. He kissed his way up my chest to the sensitive flesh of my neck. Justin knew exactly what to do. He kissed and sucked, tongued and teethed my tender neck as I unfastened his pants. Suddenly there was a pair of hands at my back. They were warm and comforting once I got over the fact that now there were twenty fingers on my body. The sweet massage moved lower and paused for a moment at my shaved mound. Nude now except for my heels, I felt more comfortable on Justin's lap as I parted his pants and pulled his equipment from his red silk boxers. Not wanting to cum right away at the contact of my moist pussy, he began to play with my clit and labia, reaching inside me to scoop the tasty fluid from my honey pot. Justin met my heated gaze as he lifted a finger to his lips and sucked it dry. He repeated the motion, but this time spread the juice over my lips. I licked them clean and then began to suck on his finger, in rhythm with the motion of my hips against his other hand as he plunged his fingers in and out. The other hands had begun to sneak around my sides and now cupped my breasts. I felt a naked penis rub against the flesh of my back as he began to tug and massage my chest. All this stimulation was beginning to get to me big time. I met Justin's eyes a final time and whispered into his ear while sucking it again, "Do you want me to cum on your hand, or your cock?" That was all the incentive he needed. With little ceremony, he lifted me from his lap and turned me around to face the bartender. Surprised, but pleased, I smiled up at him mischievously. His eyes met mine for an instant in which we exchanged a secret look, and then returned to gaze raptly at my magnificent breasts. Leaning forward as Justin lowered me onto his erection, my eyes nearly rolled into my head at the pleasure of having a hot hard penis inside my aching vagina. The bartender, Chris, stepped closer, and I was briefly distracted by his dark good looks before my attention returned to the enormous penis before me. Still, his image was trapped in my mind. The searing, deep brown eyes and well styled chocolate sheen of his hair. A moderate six foot two inches tall, he was solid and a leader physically as well as verbally. I reached up as the rocking chair began to move again and cupped the smooth cock between my breasts. Chris moaned as he joined the action and began to tit fuck me. Justin's hands at my waist steadied me. Chris took the place of my hands holding my tits together with his own, deeply tanned from all the carwashes and sunbathing in the summer sun. I cupped and massaged his balls with practiced ease, seeking out the sensitive places and teasing him to increasing hardness. The warm, furry sac was a treasure trove of nerves in his anatomy. I could tell that I was getting to him. He glanced over his shoulder every now and again to see how our audience was taking this. Besides a nebulous enjoyment at my exhibition, my attention was entirely focused on the men touching my body, the one invading me, the other enjoying the valley of my cleavage. When he wasn't looking, I quickly lowered my head and lapped at the head of his penis. Startled, his head whipped back around and he smiled at me, seemingly innocently stroking the base of his penis and scrotum. With his full attention, I moved his hands to the front of my breasts and took his penis in my mouth, just a little bit at a time. I lapped at the head, circling it with my tongue and nibbling at the underside, dipping my tongue into the ever-widening hole at the slit. He seemed to enjoy this. Chris began to pant. I could feel Justin's hot breath at the back of my neck as he continued to pound into me. With my attention divided between the two of them, I found that I could hold back on my orgasm. But I was wrong. Justin knew exactly what was happening. He stared up at Chris over my head and nodded imperceptibly. At that moment, Justin squeezed my waist and lifted me up to squat over him, increasing the depth and length of his strokes, all the way in, and almost all the way out. This stimulated me in different ways and I began to pant as well. Chris was about to cum from the attention I was giving him with my mouth, but ever the gentleman, he wanted me to cum first, to make me grateful and thus give him all I had to make his orgasm the most pleasurable of the evening. All the other male customers had stopped merely rubbing their pants and began to shed them. They took their penises in hand and began to stroke them to match the pace that Justin had set. The sight was an erotic encouragement that I could not ignore. Chris knelt in front of the chair and took my nipple into his mouth. The hard nub was no match for the skill of his teeth and tongue as he worked it over. He moved to the other one only when I begged him. Almost mindless with pleasure, I was focused on one thing, keeping that penis in my pussy and milking it until I came. I felt the shuddering clenching of my stomach muscles, the prelude to a violent orgasm. Having imbibed a bit of beer, the audience became brave and cheered them on. "Come on, Chris, suck those tits." "I'll bet those cherries taste sweet." "Give it to her, Justin. Yeah, ram it in deep. She looks close. Bring her over, Man. Let's see her melt." Well, I'd show them. Without another thought, I pumped against Justin, using my leverage to fuck him hard and fast as I came, my pussy juices dripping out around him, lubricating the action as I screamed in passion. "Yes! Fuck me! All of you!" The spasm clenching of my muscles around him drew forth Justin's own release. He squeezed my waist mercilessly as he pounded into me one last time before pumping me full of his thick, creamy cum. Relaxing against his sweaty chest, I opened my eyes and grabbed Chris' penis again. I was hungry for cum. "Feed me!" I pleaded. He obliged, stuffing my face full of his huge battering ram. I swallowed him as I'd been taught, taking him deep into my throat while breathing through my nose like a mare in heat. My teeth lightly grazed the base, causing him to shudder and watch me carefully. I wanted to smile, but couldn't. I winked at him. Guys love to watch me suck their penises. Playfully, I batted my eyelashes at him. Still attached to me like a man's dream of Siamese twins, Chris pulled me from Justin's lap and walked me gently to the couch. The semicircle parted for him as he moved to sit on the couch. He lay back and allowed me to kneel between his thighs, resting my hands on his abdomen, raking my nails gently over the tender musculature there. Chris smiled at me and called over another friend to attend to my exposed backside. Jake was not as tall as Justin or Chris, but I admired his prowess with the fairer sex and the bulge in his pants that always drew the eye. As I performed my mouth art on Chris, I imagined what was going on behind me as he lowered his shorts and the couch gave under his weight. Surprisingly, the first thing I felt were his fingers parting my pussy lips and then a warm, moist appendage exploring them. Oh, my god. He was going to eat me out. I tossed my long, curly hair over my shoulder and allowed it to stroke Chris' thighs. His indrawn breath gratified my need to pleasure him on every level. His hands moved to massage my scalp and guide me to the sensitive places he enjoyed most. Taking each egg into my mouth, I suckled his balls. Nibbling at the skin around them, I drove him further towards his impending orgasm when I inched a finger beneath them to massage his prostate. This was too much, and before he knew it, I had him pumping his full load of cum into my welcoming, suckling tongue, pulling at his head with each spurt into my vacuuming cavern. Unlike Justin, Chris was very vocal in his orgasm. His shout of ecstasy erased the tension in the room and raised the volume level a bit. The men began to admire my physical assets and discuss how they'd like to enjoy my body. Listening carefully, I catalogued each suggestion for later use. They were obviously used to the status structure of these parties, and knew who would go next. I could no longer ignore Jake's talented musings into the depths of my pleasure center. He was driving me insane with pleasure as he skillfully manipulated each bundle of nerves. He had me shaking in no time. Evidently, this was his aim, as he then rose and allowed his hands to take over, easing first one, then two, and finally three of his fingers into my dripping pussy. His equally massive prick would obviously have no difficulty after such expert preparation, so I could tell that he was just playing with me now. Such a man could be dangerous. This turned me on even more as I pushed back against him. Just as I began to spasm around his fingers, he thrust into me. This completed my sense of fulfillment. The exquisite feeling of him moving in and out of me, hitting all the pleasure points in and out of my body drove me to continue to orgasm until I could stand it no longer and my nerves became sensitive as to be painful. Sensing my discomfort, Jake obliged me by pulling out and moving to my now vacant mouth and allowing me to lap the pussy juice and cum from his penis, at the same time lubricating it with my saliva. I began to suckle and nibble on the skin of his shaft. No man is immune to such treatment, so I knew that if I continued this, he would soon bathe my throat with his sweet essence. Not wanting to spoil the center attraction, yet not wanting to be upstaged by anyone else, Jake gave me one last taste of him, then bent and kissed me deeply, the flavor of my vagina and Justin's cum on both our tongues as they played together. Before anyone else could step forward to take his territory, he moved behind me again and took his position at the opening of my anus. He would be the first man to take me there tonight. No one else could claim this honor. Egged on by his buddies, Jake eased inside me. Only when he had a good rhythm going inside me doggy style did he pause to turn me onto my back and lift my left leg to allow everyone a perfect view of my pussy and his firm cock stroking in and out of my ass. Kneeling beside me on the couch as he thrust into me, he leaned down to partake of my tits, swirling his long, mobile tongue around each respective nipple. I enjoyed this position. It was almost as erotic to meet his seductive gaze as he lapped at my areola and thrust inside me ever faster, increasing the heat of our bodies with the friction of his strokes. "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum." he rasped. "Your ass is mine." He sounded so possessive; it rang a chord in my mind. So this is what attracted women to him. This feral power mirrored by the strength and vitality of his body. Funny how a girl can have emotional insights while being fucked out of her mind by a virile young man, in front of a group of salivating bar customers. I merely smiled and replied, "Bring it on." Jake grinned victoriously and with renewed vigor proceeded to pound into me until I felt as if he were tearing me apart and putting me back together again in the fashion he preferred. All I could do was endure this onslaught and wait for the waves of pleasure to continue. Supporting himself with his hands, he claimed my mouth again and fucked me with his tongue, plunging it in and out of my mouth, swirling it around my own in rhythm with the practiced motion of his hips. Soon we were rocking against one another with the animal passion of people lost in the music of sex. It was quite a sight. All the male customers agreed that this was the highlight of the evening. When we finally came, it was explosive. My mouth had gone nearly numb from all the attention he gave me. My fingers were busy, the left hand digging into the muscles of his right shoulder as he possessed me; the right hand playing with my now recovered pussy and clit, brushing his balls from time to time, stimulating him further. He shuddered and collapsed onto me. I wrapped my legs about his hips as he slipped out of me, holding his powerful body close to me as our breathing steadied. It was with some reluctance, but all in the spirit of the night that we relinquished one another to further entertain the men in the room. Recovered from his orgasm, Chris took charge again. The chosen leader of the group, he assigned sex acts and pricking order to the other men in the bar. The other three bar employees, Carlos the cook, Daniel the other bartender, and Brian the owner would have their choice of pleasures. Sam and Andy would take me in a double penetration, throwing darts for the privilege of fucking my tender pussy. John and Michael would take turns fucking my tits and mouth at the same time, switching off every sixty seconds according to the time kept by Jake. Turning to examine my final party participants, I gasped at the size and girth of Collin's erection. That would probably still be quite a formidable ending to this evening of pounding and moaning. Travis was not quite so gifted, but his body was the lean and hard muscular version of an athlete in his prime, a body builder in the making. He looked capable of great stamina and acrobatics in the sack. A sportsman to the core, with an athlete's competitive spirit, I knew he would do his best to give a great show. Carlos, Daniel, and Brian stepped forward. Jake brought out an air mattress and placed it in the center of the bar room. The three men were friends and competitors in athletic pursuits. Carlos and Daniel played softball and Brian was a sportsman. The three men were popular among the ladies, and known for their team spirit in this department. They always ended up partying together and when the clothes came off, not a single one of them was willing to admit defeat and leave the comfortable confines of his current inebriated position. Thus the lady enjoyed her partner and then moved on to the next, a circle of pleasure for each one to relate back to their friends. Carlos loved a woman's breasts. "Just look at those fine ripe melons, boys. My cock's hungry for a taste of that fruit." Daniel was more attracted to a woman's face. "What a pair of lips. Oh, she'll be smiling like a cat once she gets a mouthful of my cock." Brian had a fetish for legs and feet. "I want to nibble on those cute little toes, and then lap my way up to her pussy before I pound into her." In a flurry of activity to my senses, the three men removed their boxers. Daniel knelt by my head and began stroking his cock in front of my face. I gazed down to see Carlos bending over my chest to suckle my nipples and get my swollen breasts ready for him to fuck, massaging lotion into them to make the surface slick. After removing my shoes, Brian literally began by taking my toes into his mouth, one at a time, suckling on them while he massaged my foot. The whole treatment was so relaxing that I was able to deep throat Daniel once he finally finished running his moist, drooling cock head over my face and around my lips. My face glowed with the sheen of his pre-cum as he eased into my eager mouth, an inch at a time, then down my throat. His hands were buried in my hair, massaging my scalp as he guided my head and began to stroke. I eased my other foot down into Brian's lap and began to stroke it against his erection. He groaned and moved up my foot to string a bracelet of nibbling kisses around my ankle. I suppressed a smile, so as not to bite Daniel. My left hand massaged Carlos' head while my right stroked Daniel's balls as he pumped in and out of my mouth. I wondered if Brian would ever reach my sopping pussy. He licked his way up behind my knees and over my thighs. He ran his penis between my feet, cupping them around him, squeezing himself with them. Carlos continued to suck my aching breasts, one after the other until he became so excited that he straddled my waist and began to thrust his hard cock between the moist globes. The soft, hard pillar rocked back and forth between them, creating a heat that raised my own awareness of him, the feel of his thighs caging me. The lotion he'd applied made them smooth and slippery, so like a vagina. His hands continued to massage my tits as he rode me, enjoying the texture as he pinched and rubbed the nipples to increasing stiffness. It wasn't long before my athlete decided to score and pour forth his warm jism across my well loved breasts. My sportsman had worked his way up my legs, thighs, and finally inside my hot, moist pussy. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and long. He had all the pleasure he could handle from my feet and long, luscious legs. It didn't take much more than the squeezing pressure of my vaginal muscles to bring Brian to a fast and intense climax. He bucked against me, almost dislodging Daniel from my mouth with the furiousness of his pounding thrusts. I could tell from the strength of his arms and thighs against my body that he would be formidable opponent on the mat. Surprised at his fortitude while the others erupted so quickly, I made a point to increase the suction of my mouth and the pressure and speed with which my hands massaged Daniel's balls. He knew what I was doing, and showing off his endurance, he fought to keep control. It was a battle of his will against my skill. I released him for a second, complimenting his performance with a loud and lusty whistle. "Boy are you good!" "You're not so bad yourself, hot stuff," he replied, stretching his mighty thigh muscles before resuming his crouched position beside my head. "Give me some more of that talented mouth." "As you wish," I replied. The room filled with the hooting encouragement of the other onlookers. It was time to play hard ball, or hard balls rather. I slowly and surely worked him back to full magnificence and began tickling his scrotum with my fingernails. I urged him to straddle my shoulders. I really wanted to kneel above him, but knew that half of my audience wouldn't appreciate the screen of my long mane blocking their show. I took this opportunity to slip one finger down to massage his prostate, increasing the pleasure of the motions of his hips against my face with each thrust. "You're playing dirty, honey." he moaned. I knew exactly which buttons to press. I winked up at him. He smiled back before leaning his head back and groaning loudly. A lion was my lover. He growled in release as I felt the cum roar through his balls, down his shaft and into my throat. He subsided gradually after a few last suckling motions of my tongue. I pulled back so that I could lick the extra semen from my lips where it had overflowed. With one final caress, I pulled my hands out from between his thighs and patted his buttocks playfully. He rose and backed off into the confines of a waiting towel held by Travis. Another Overnighter Sam and Andy walked into the center of the room and knelt on either side of the air mattress. Sam wore nothing but a smile and a pair of bikini briefs in red spandex. Andy favored flannel boxers with black "no's" emblazoned amongst glow-in-the-dark "yes's" on the white surface. Bare chested, they were powerfully built and evenly matched. Flexing their triceps and biceps for the admiration of their peers, they leered at me. I sat back and spread my thighs apart, reaching down to tease them with a visual display of my favors by diddling my clitoris. Andy licked his lips and turned his attention to the task at hand. Sam's mouth dropped open and he merely shook his head as I wet my finger needlessly with my tongue and lowered it to continue my masturbation show. Despite his short visit, Brian had not brought me to orgasm. I was still feeling a bit warm from his attention, so I didn't trifle with my stimulation. I did what I liked best, using both hands to manipulate my labia and clitoris, stroking them, pinching them, stimulating myself to an increased level of arousal. Half the crowd's attention was on me, but the rest were focused on the dart throwing match. I caught Sam gazing at me out of the corner of his eye. I winked at him and moaned. The moment of divided concentration was all Andy needed to throw his dart in the bullseye. But Sam wouldn't lose so easily. I laughed and played harder, moaning more frequently as I spread my thighs wider, rocking from side to side as I rode my hand. Heads swiveled back and forth between the action on the wall and the mattress. My body shook as I began to orgasm. The men were getting tired as the match had lasted about 3 minutes, going back and forth. Finally, Sam made a superhuman effort by sheer concentration of competitive, horny, hormonal will, and took the match with a triumphant grunt. I smiled up at him dreamily as he came over to claim his prize. The orgasmic juices pouring from my pussy drew his attention. He dove between my thighs and lapped them up. "Guys, she is so sweet. It's worth the wait, believe me." I smiled at him. He loved to play to this crowd. Enthusiastically, Sam lay down and pulled me on top of him, leaving my backside open to Andy's attention. Knowing that it wasn't popular to rim a woman in a roomful of guys, Andy couldn't resist the sight of my anus winking at him. He knelt behind me and took a long lap up between my pussy lips and into my anus. His long tongue was a sharp appendage that gradually worked its way inside me. I loved the feel of his hot tongue as he took stroke after stroke at my anus. I wanted him to fuck me with his long, talented tongue. He was just teasing me, though. I knew that this would not last much longer. Of course, I had to cater to my audience, and began to twist and writhe in pleasure. Seeing my tortured frame, Andy decided to indulge me and smiled into my crack as he plunged his tongue deep inside me. It was a cool, smooth invader, wet and attentive. He worked his way inside an inch at a time. Soon he was swabbing the walls of my colon with his eager tongue. I couldn't take much more of the attention and he decided to end the torture as my moans became incoherent gasps. Surprisingly, the other guys weren't averse to enjoying the scene. They did remain quiet; however, envious of the length and skill of the appendage that was giving me such pleasure. I hadn't lost control once this night, and I was getting hotter and hotter by the moment, with each thrust into my ass. Sam was enjoying the benefits of my spasming muscles and the secret motions of Andy's tongue on the other side of the membrane separating my anus from my pussy. My vagina clamped down on Sam as I tried to keep my ass loose as to avoid the pain of penetration. It was no use as Andy raised his body to his knees and prepared to enter my now vacant bunghole. He eased into the well-prepared channel and began to rock back and forth, deliberately varying his motions to rub against Sam on his way out. The two stopped for a moment, both deep inside me, to savor the heat of my lower body caressing them, the blood pulsating. I alternated from leaning forward to French kiss Sam as he fondled my tits, and leaning back to lap at Andy's goateed chin. I really didn't want to kiss him at this point as I preferred cum to my own waste. He understood this, and smiled at me. I enjoyed being cradled between the two men as they did most of the work for me. All I wanted to do was relax and moan, enjoying their attention and pleasuring of my body. Gently, they began to rock faster, the sweat on their bodies glistening in the lamplight as the motions became at once more refined, and similarly more specific to deep areas of my pussy and anus. Long, fast strokes, creating hot friction against my interior walls. A spiraling pleasure that increased with each change of pace. Sam's face was contorted with his approaching orgasm as I leaned down to lap at his cheeks, his forehead, nipping at his chin. My fingers diddled his nipples, squeezing them as I milked his cock of its juices. Andy, ever the gentleman, allowed Sam to go first and did his best to increase the motions on his end, moving his penis in quick, short strokes inside my ass, so as to mimic a hand jerking him off. With that and Sam's own thrusts, both men were within a half minute of one another as they exploded, spraying my body with cum as they pulled out at the last second. My back and some of my long mane, as well as my breasts were covered in the warm and quickly cooling essence of cum. I sampled each, using one hand behind my back to scoop some off, and then the other to wipe a finger's coating of jism from my left tit. Savoring the semen on my tongue, I lapped it all off, exaggerating my facial expression of dining enjoyment. With this, I smiled, and stood, stretching my leg muscles as I massaged Sam's cum into my breasts, pausing in front of Andy as he wiped my back and between my swollen pussy lips with a moist towel Jake had prepared for the purpose. It was now around 4:30 a.m. and I needed to be on my way back to Phoenix by 10:00 a.m. and checked out of my motel room. It looked like I wasn't going to get much sleep before my long drive home. I wore a short skirt, sans thong, on the drive to Phoenix, allowing the excess semen that had not washed off or oozed out during my shower to drip between my thighs onto a towel I had placed under me. I didn't want to return my motor pool car with wet stains all over the driver's seat. By the time I got home that night, cum still oozed out of my very swollen vagina and my labia and clit were red and enlarged. Scott got a kick out of my display when we sat on the couch that night, cuddling, as I told him the details of my gangbang at the bar.