0 comments/ 75382 views/ 6 favorites She's a Cum Queen Ch. 01 By: Blackhat47 Bea is not only our sister, she's the wife's best friend, and all the excitement we can handle. She's Five foot seven, 44DD-38-40 and willing to discharge anything with two legs. Her husband (wife's brother) spends more time in jail than at home so Bea's with us more than not. This is the way Bea tells it: That's worth a look. A big Dodge Ram. That's got-a have a panty soaker behind the wheel. Pull up right here baby. Stop. Stop. Ok, now pop the door. Kick it open wide. Ok baby slide down from there and give Ant Bea a look at the budge in your pants. Oh yea! A girl can always get wet at Home Depot. Once innocent. Still a virgin when I started college. The fat girl, no boy would give a second look. If I only knew -- all that young cock. Sacks full of cum. I could have---. That was a long time ago but I remember Billie like it happed yesterday. Bio-101, sitting right along the aisle. Billie came in late. He's a big boy. Not. Let's face it --he's fat. He rounded the corner and paused. I looked up. He was looking right at me! What the fuck did - I - do? Oh shit my blouse is open! I pulled it shut. After he passed, I buttoned it all the way up. I didn't here a word of the lecture. I have a bra on. My cleavage? Who would like all this blubber? Billie likes it. Or — was he disgusted? For two hours my mind raced. I'm going to be the butt of yet another embarrassing rummer! Suddenly I realized, everyone had left after class. A started to fold my book when I noticed the note. A movie with Billie? He's not exactly the type of guy I think about when my fingers are rammed up my pussy. The fattest boy on campus just asked me to a movie. That afternoon I went shopping. I looked for hours but couldn't find anything that would let me show a little cleavage. Hell all those girls that slip into a push-up bra and pull a low-cut sweater over the top. Some don't even wear a bra. Just try that with a pair of DD's. A clerk in lingerie changed my life and I don't even remember her name. She knew what my problem was. She had cleavage like me and most of it was out for inspection. She told me "Big tits like these are what the guys want. If a pair of B's wanted to show this much cleavage she'd have to get the nipples out. She'd get arrested. Us girls can keep the nipples in and still give them the --- whole show." I bought two sweaters, a Mexican style blouse and three plunge bras. Went back later for a Bustier, garters, stockings and panties! The next time I walked into class, I had all the boys attention. They really do like big tits. By Friday I'd started wearing short skirts. By lunch I had to my room to change my wet panties. If this makes me a slut, ---- I like it. All you B cups can kiss my — fat ass. Now Billie and I are sitting together in nearly every class. Saturday evening Billy and I went to the drive-in. I wore the Mexican blouse for the first time. It not only showed lots of cleavage, the elastic pulled up under them leaving nothing to imagination. The only pat of me that ain't fat, my belly, was bare. A short, tight skirt finished off the outfit. Billie sported his football jersey. He's the second string center. I was going out with a football player. Me, " big fat Bea" with a football player! He couldn't take his eyes off my tits. I don't even remember the movie. Before it started his hands were down my bouse and after he got my bra unhooked I was in his pants. Every time he twitched my nipple I cinched up on his cock. We kissed and snuggled, then played, then kissed and snuggled. Soon my hand was inside his shorts. My God, it was all sticky. I rubbed the slime on his shorts until I found it made playing with it much better. What ever I was doing — he liked it! He helped me get it all the way out. I could feel his excitement in my hand. Only in books--now I was doing it for real. My hand greased in his slime, I pumped his cock while he played with my tits. Soon he stopped me but I didn't let go. I could fell his excitement in my hand. I could fell it. I had no idea what was going to happen. But — I want it! That's when I became a "Cum Queen"! I had cum all over my skirt, my blouse, my tits. I was so excited I had an orgasm. The first ever without my fingers up my pussy. Better than any morning wank. If it was him, I don't know but I don't care either. If that thing cum-s again I'll give him — anything he wants. That was a longtime ago. Now when I feel like getting horny I sit here on this bench, a blouse that plunges all the way to my belly button and a short skirt. Guys, Home Depot guys, they all like my tits and at twice their age. It makes me hot. Since Billie I've wacked off hundreds just like these and every single one was the great. That's her story. From me to you -- Bea never gives up until she empties the sack. I know! "Hey baby need a hand?" "Yea. I have a job, if your interested, just jump in my truck." She's a Cum Queen Ch. 02 Bea is not only our sister, she's the wife's best friend, and all the excitement we can handle. She's Five foot seven, 44DD-38-40 and willing to discharge anything with two legs. Her husband (wife's brother) spends more time in jail than at home so Bea's with us more than not. This is the way Bea tells it: First semester in college and still a virgin. I'm the fat girl in highschool that no boy gives a second look. But an innocent accident changed all that. Billie likes them big. Mine are huge! Its been nearly a month since Billie and heaven knows who else, caught me in class with my blouse open. The very next day I started giving them what they want. Cleavage and Legs. The guys like them and I like the attention. No more fat girl humor at my expense. I'd rather be called a slut than fat. Saturday morning. Peaceful. Sleep late. No room mate. My fingers slipped through the juices as I lay there wanking my pussy. What's different? Everything! The pictures of hot hunks are gone and more importantly so are the XXX fantasies. They've been replaced with real memories. His hands--so big. They wander my breasts. My nipples so sensitive between his thumb and fingers. Billie cups as much as he can then clamps my nipples between his fingers and stretches them. My nipples can barely hold the mass. Yes! Yes! Pull them. Hard! Yes. His cock is throbbing in the grasp of my fist. The pain feels so good I stop pumping--but I don't let go. Just seconds ago my other hand was rolling Billies sack of cum around his nuts. Now I can't even find the sack. Oh Billie! Let it go Billie! Hurry. Hurrrrry. Hur-------EEEE! Oh no. Shit. Not yet! I freeze with my fingers shoved deep in my pussy. Please wait for me to finish. Billie, let it fly! Now-Billie! My pussy let go. Just like last time -- I got him so close! Ok it's just a day dream. Fantasy. But unlike all those years - Billie's for real and last Saturday I. Me--fat Bea shoot his load. Me-fat Bea made his cum shoot all over my tits. Friday night! Five days! I'll let him play all he wants. I'll stroke his cock until it blows. I want his cum all over my tits! What if he wants ---- more? What if he wants to put it ----- in me? I can't — I can't. The blood — I'll leave blood all over his car. Angie told me she ruined her boyfriend's sheets. I can't! I cried for nearly an hour before it came to me. Where would she put that, what-do-ya-call-it? Angie's things were in the other built-in dresser. I pulled open the top drawer to find some tank-tops and a pair of jeans. Nothing under them so I opened the next drawer. My hands grasp a dainty little satin camisole. Holding it up to my chest, the silk like material brought my nipples to attention. It barely covered my tits. The little bitch -- she can wear anything. As it slithered back from where it came. I saw what I was looking for. The last time I saw it she was waving it around in front of her girlfriends and bragging that she could take every inch. She did - too. All 12 inches! I stuffed it under my towel grabbed my toiletries and high-tailed my bare ass down the hall to the shower. My tits laid out over my folded arms, the warm water ravished my nipples. It only delayed the horrifying act that had to be done. If the 100 pound little bitch can ram this thing all the way up her pussy so can I. Holding it with both fists I worked the massive head into my pussy. My back side to the shower entrance. If some bitch comes in I'll fucking die! Slowly. Slowly. Oh my — It feels so good. No---No. This isn't what it's all about. Get this done and get the fuck out of here! Hurry. Hurry. Hur-----ry. Pump it! Pound it! Feels so good. It hurts! Pump it. Harder! Harder! Slowly I returned to reality. I was sitting on the floor. Propped in the corner. The shower still running. My hand clinched to the last few inches of the big blue cock. Oh my. I must have dropped my load. My legs are weak. So weak. God— Oh God I gon-a cum again! Oh yes. Please let me cum. Here it cums. Yes. Yes. The cramps shot through my guts like a knife. Seconds ago the cock had lots of room. Now my pussy held it tight. My legs shaking I let it go! Now that's what I call --- sex. Dam, I'm gon-a get, me, one of these things. Dam it! This was so I could break my fucking cherry---not get off! Both hands on my knees, my fucking ass flat on the floor, the big blue dildo dangling between my spread legs. I failed! Get it out! Get the fucking thing out before someone sees. I ripped it out and threw it on the floor then realized I was trying to hide it. When I reached out I saw the blood. I did it! My fucking cherry is busted. I did it! Wonder how may girls loose it this way? Monday I walked into class a complete woman. I took the tampon out yesterday and by Friday ----- I'll be ready. Fuck me. Billie — Fuck me! That was a longtime ago. That's her story. From me to you -- Bea loves her big blue cock. I know! "You know I would ---- if Sally -----" She's a Cum Queen Ch. 03 Bea is not only our sister, she's the wife's best friend, and all the excitement we can handle. She's Five foot seven, 44DD-38-40 and willing to discharge anything with two legs. Her husband (wife's brother) spends more time in jail than at home so Bea's with us more than not. This is the way Bea tells it: It's been a six weeks since I lost my virginity to a borrowed rubber cock. Two weeks ago I gave it up in the back seat of Billie's Tempest. Last week I found out, that my room mate has the hots for me. This week has been comparatively uneventful. All in all not bad for a fat girl that couldn't even get second look. It's amazing; this all started because my blouse popped open in class! Cleavage and Legs. The guys like-em and I like the attention. No more of this fat girl shit. Call me a slut---but don't call me fat. Wednesday evenings are slow, so It's a good thing that some students need help with their grades. Anyway that's done. It's going on nine and I'm do for a good night's sleep. The door was locked. While I was fumbling for my keys it was opened by my red faced roommate. Angie has been known to drag one of her boy friends back to the room. When she just cracked the door, I assumed as much. Showing only part of a dainty little camisole, she struggled for an excuse. From inside I heard another girl. Now, that pissed me off. I pushed open the door. There were three of them, Angie, my roommate, Millie, and Tom. They were playing cards. Obviously it was strip poker and Millie was wining. I turned to leave when Tom asked, "Bea, why don't you bring those big tits in here and make the game a little more interesting?" "Your fucken sick! We let you play; Now your not satisfied with us?" Millie scolded. "What the fuck is it with you? You don't have the only tits on campus. Give the girl a chance to show her's. Why don't you?" Tom countered. What the hell! I've done everything else in the last few weeks. I strutted in made a swoop around the bitch and plopped my ass on the floor beside Tom. Millie recited the rules, "It's 21. No shoes, socks or nylons." I kicked off my shoes and after the first hand it was a choice between my blouse and my skirt . It was a big decision because the bustier was only an under-wire. Take the blouse off and they'll be... What the fuck. The bitch thinks she's hot shit ha! I slipped out of the blouse. "Well I never. Don't you think those should be harnessed?" Millie insinuated. My thoughts became words, "If you got-em .......... Besides Tom ain't complaining." Millie, who won, still had all her cloths. Tom lost his jeans. Fucking hot boxers and that ain't all baby! Angie lost her camisole. It's obvious, she had nothing but her birthday suite under it. She's done. Oh how wrong I was! Not about the birthday suite, mind ya; about being done! Angie spent nearly ten minutes in the sensual act of removing it. First the straps slipped down her arms and the neckline dropped to tantalizingly hang from her ridged nipples. Then, she bent forward. The frilly satin easily slipped free. Stretching slender from her chest, gradually increasing in size until they became almost round. They hung down like long neck squashes. If I didn't know better I'd bet they were half full of milk. Tom was enchanted. Aside from a short peek at my pair he never blinked once. Angie pinched and pulled her long hard nipples until they were blood red. Un-fucking believable. They stuck straight out like pegboard hooks. Yea -- mine, they, point right straight down, and ain't no way they ever get that long. As if that wasn't enough to get Tom totally aroused, Angie turned backside to us and let the satin slide over her best asset. At barely a hundred pounds, Angie's tits are but small melons but she has the sweetest ass in the dorm. Did I say that? Must be something I heard. The camisole lay in a puddle around her ankles. Her pussy, just two ribbons of bulging flesh, pushed at her thighs as if it was an egg, jammed in there for her to hold. She kicked the camisole free and her pussy like a flower, burst into full bloom. I wasn't surprised to see that Tom's cock was straining against his shorts but I couldn't believe the wetness between my legs. Millie, who I pegged queer as a three dollar bill, had her hand up her skirt. Now that's something I do in private. Then came the new rules from Millie, "If you don't have any cloths then the winner can request anything. Like a dance or —" It's the "or" that has me bothered. Tom won the next hand. Not to eager about dropping my skirt I teased for as long as possible then reached up under and slipped out of my soaking wet panties. Tom promptly, and proudly, stuck his head through one leg and let them hang down like a limp beret. How fucking embarrassing is that? Then he pulled them to his nose and sucked in the stench of my excitement. The fucking bastard even pretended to faint. Just what the fuck have I got into? " Your next Angie." Tom commanded, "Dance; dance for me baby." She stretched her lean body, bounced her titties and wiggled that beautiful ass. God, that girl makes me hot! Tom teased her by playing with himself though his shorts. Good thing he finally relegated his attention to his next prize, Millie's blouse. Any longer and I would be doing a Millie up my skirt. I don't understand why I get hot when I see her dance, -- but I do! Millie sensually raised her blouse and flaunted her 34Cs. No bra for this gal. It's just disgusting that a gal can go around without a bra. You'd at least think she'd have one of these fucking bustier things to hold them up. She didn't. Ya know, I think, even with one naked gal and another with her perfect Cs out, Tom's attention, is still on my tits. I wonder if he'll be as interested once this thing comes off and my shiny bumps for nipples are pointed at the floor? Millie, the fucking bitch, finally lost her jeans when Tom won again. This fucking bitch had no underwear at all. She never planed to keep her cloths. Now he had two naked bitches and I was about to show him just how a big pair hang. I tugged the top strap open and my tits rolled out over the under wires. "All fucking right!" Tom exclaimed while applauding. He loved Them! "Broad hips and big tits." I'm getting the message, "They fucking love em!" I pulled his hands to my breasts and let him strip open the next three straps. "All fucking right!" Tom exclaimed again. "You girls see these! These are fucking tits!" I wanted them in his hands and he was all too willing to cooperate but the other two would have none of it. "Ok that's enough." Angie scolded as they both jumped in and pulled him away. They wouldn't let him play so I decided to show him more. I danced for him. Leaning over and dangling them in his face. Straddling him. Showing him my pussy. More pussy than he ever saw from either of these girls! When I dropped my skirt I not only had him but I had both sluts too. Did I say that? Must be the excitement. Slowly it came to him that Angie sill owed. "Suck her tits"! He demanded of Angie. Angie hesitated. "Suck Bea's big fucking tits." I backed up as she came at me. In just seconds I found myself pinned to the floor. They held me down while that bitch gathered my tits out of my armpits. That's where big ones go, you know. She sucked on my nipples like she was getting milk. I have no idea what you call this shit but ---- I like it! With my pussy screaming for attention, they simply let me up and took up the cards again. Why? Us girls were naked and we could have taken his shorts anytime we wanted. We didn't have to because I won the next hand. Tom stood up, hooked both thumbs under the waist band and slowly worked them down. They were down near his knees and yet nothing but curly brown hair. Suddenly the dam thing popped out. All 10 inches of it. Hard as a telephone pole! Blue as, well, — blue. It sent chills up my back just thinking. "Slowly Tom. Rub it all over my sopping cunt. Get it wet in my juice. Gasp my tits and jam it in until your nuts slam my ass! Don't fucking move. Let it settle in. Let me, my pussy, take care of the rest!" I've no idea what a cock like that would feel like, but--- I want it! "Suck it" I commanded. They looked at me like there was some doubt about what I'd just said. "Both of you. Suck his cock. Both of you!" I added. Tom, all to happy to cooperate, laid back on my bed, spread his legs wide, and waited for them to go down on his pole. It took a while for them to get the position just right. At last it was Angie on her knees sucking his balls and Millie straddling both; the head of his cock in her mouth. The way Millie was going she was after a mouth full. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her off. "Get off him you fucking bitch! Let the cream for all of us!" I commanded None to soon either, His pre-cum was dripping from her lips. Another hand? Why? Millie won and now that she knew I was a Cum Queen. "Ok lets see it shoot." She was talking to me, "Wack him off!" Without hesitation my hand wrapped around his cock before she even got it out. I didn't even let go while he got back on the bed. Leaning over him I fisted his cock so hard my tits hurt from banging together. His breathing got faster and faster then suddenly he froze. He cried out. "Do me baby! Pump it out! Oh yes. Oh yes!" In spite of the my tight grip, the his cock expanded and the cum drooled all over my hand. I pounded the big thing and demanded. "Cum. Cum. Give it to me. Right here ---- right on my tits." The big load never came. The only flying cum came off my hand. Some what disappointing, I must say. When Billies little thing popped it shot out all over my tits. With a cock like this one I sort of expected more. Just the same, ---- I love it! "Now clean that mess up you bitch." Millie commanded of Angie. I've no idea how that little girl moved me out of the way but the next thing I remember she was lapping up his cum and I was relegated to wanking my pussy. Didn't I say I did this kind of stuff in private? Millie pulled my hand away and commanded "Tom eat this big bitch's cunt." Again I backed away but just as before, it didn't work. Millie and Angie spread me out on the bed and shoved poor Tom's head up my steaming cunt. It didn't take long for me to figure out how much better a tongue is than fingers. It slipped in and out and all around the sweet spot. Some times he would stop to get his breath. They weren't holding me any more so I grabbed him by the ears and shoved his face right back in my cunt! The girls began sucking my tits. I wanted to push him away to blow my load but I just couldn't do it. Instead I cinched his head in my hands so he couldn't quit. I fucking came right in his mouth! After that my pussy was so sensitive that his tongue was absolutely sensational. Or was it Millie that had her tongue up my cunt. Who cares! "Cum you fucking cunt! Cum again." I screamed to my self. I did too. All three of them ate me out and I got off every time. Once they finished me off, they worked on each other. Just watching, I recovered for a while but It wasn't long before I had my tongue up Millie's cunt. Pussy is so good! I moaned into her cunt, "Cum you bitch. Give me your cream, Bitch!" She grunted through her teeth, "Oh. Oh yea!" As my mouth filled with her copper-ish tasting cum. That's another first! Now I know what pussy tastes.... I like it! Tom no sooner finished Angie off and we exchanged cunts. I'm so confused. Is it pussy or cock that I like? No... It's the cum! My god, I was 'Bi' long before anyone coined it. The other girls lay limp over Angie's bed. They were spent. I was still hungry for more. I sucked Tom's half hard cock and kept going until it got rigid again. With my hand helping I got him off in my mouth. Is cum fattening? Must be. It tastes to good to be margarine. If it is I'm gon-a weigh 200 pounds. Pussy cum, A guy's cum, I can't tell which I like more. I just ---- want it. I'm a fucking 'Cum Queen'! When I first opened my eyes, the sun was up and our first class had already started. Tom was in my arms. Millie and Angie were in the other bed. We were to late to think about it. He snuck out of the girls dorm and I took a shower. A cold shower. That was a longtime ago. That's her story. From me to you -- Bea loves to suck and wank cock. Eat pussy? Yea she likes that too. I know! "Sally, what's Bea doing tonight?" She's a Cum Queen Ch. 04 Bea is not only our sister, she's the wife's best friend, and all the excitement we can handle. She's Five foot seven, 44DD-38-40 and willing to discharge anything with two legs. Her husband (the wife's brother) spends more time in jail than at home so Bea's with us more than not. This is the way Bea tells it: In the late summer I lost my virginity to a borrowed rubber cock. Since then I've been experimenting. You know, strip poker, sucking, fucking, group sex, etc. Don't get me wrong, sex, any sex is good, but it's the cum that gets me . . . I like it all. I want it; I want it all, but it's making a cock fire off its load that gets me . . . you know, excited . . . hot, . . . fucking downright sloppy wet! Billie, the second string center, was my first turn-on. His cock, not all that big, I've since discovered, slithered between my fingers. A little precum was just enough make me want more. I tightened my hand. Without a single word, his gaze told me I was doing it right. My tits banged together above the enchanting play thing. It wasn't that easy to keep going but I had him so excited. I love the glaze that came to his eyes. He was in wander land and I put him there. His manhood swelled in my hand. I knew he had more of that sticky stuff and I was determined to get it. He definitely had more. The dam thing shot cum all over my tits! He was my first, I took him to wander land and I got rewarded for it. I don't know why but . . . I like it. I want all I can get. That's why I became a water and towel girl. During the game, I walk the side lines feeling up any hunk of ass I want. It turns me on when I get the guys excited. But, it's in the locker room where the real action is. Did you know that the coach don't let these guys have sex, sex of any kind, for three days before a game? After the game I just sneak in. It isn't that hard. The guys, sure, don't stop me! The moist air filled with the stench of sweat and the lustful aroma of hot jocks. Tight asses wrapped in only a towel. The bare chests still drenched in sweat. A slut's dream, come true. My God, this is heaven! A giant chunk of naked beef grabbed a fist full of my ass! "Here I go!" My mind raced, "You're first then I do the whole team!" He hustled me into the shower, slammed my ass against the wall, and proceeded to strip the cloths off my back. He took hold of my sweat shirt just below my tits and stripped it and my bra over my head. "Oh yea!" He screamed. "Look at those fucking tits!" While he was still dazed, I took the initiative and pushed him under the shower. His back side to the flow of water I dropped to my knees, and took his cock in both hands. He gave me no resistance. Just a little soap sent this 200Lb chunk of man into a trance. His face glazed over and seconds later I had a hand full of cum. I quickly moved on. A little more soap and a cock in each hand, I was aiming to get a shower for my tits. Before I had these two primed, I had another in my mouth. Inside my head I screamed, "Yes. Yes! Give it to me! I want it all!" Others took turns felling me up. They ravished my tits, took my pants, ripped of my panties and then finger fucked me. Once each shot his load, another would take his place. Taking care of all of them was simply impossible. They all wanted a turn! Soon they had me down on the floor. It was a gang rape for sure. How fucking lucky can a girl be? "Come on boys – I want it!" I yelled. I lay on the shower floor. One of them, Billie I think, rolled me on my back. They stood there in a circle and wanked their cocks. The first to cum was a little thing that was barely bigger than his hand. I saw the cum fire and then like slow motion watched as the string puddled right between my tits. He was but the first. Every one of them had three days' of cum stored up. By the time they all gave it to me I had cum from head to pussy. Some took turns rubbing it in. Hands all over my tits. Fingers up my pussy! I've no idea how many times I got off. It all ended when the coach yelled in the door, "Team meeting in ten." "Just look at all that ass and cock" I mumbled out loud as they ran out of the shower. "Yea. Ain't it sweet?" She blurted out. I thought I was alone! She was, the other water girl. Shit, these bustards not only took me on; They did her too. "Any of them stick it in ya?" She muttered. "I don't think so." I replied as my hand wiped through my cunt. "Well, I got one up the ass; Got fucked by a big one too. Must have shot it in me? Got cum running out of my pussy." She rambled on. "Let's get the fuck out of here." I suggested. Instead she pushed me under the water and began to wash the cum off. Wide hips and big tits. She not only had both she had a spare tire too. She was about to be my first big girl. I stuffed all four fingers up her cunt. She stood there taking every lunge from my fingers, her ass to the wall, eyes glazed, and horrified. She may have been sacred but she didn't resist. I've no idea how may times she got off, with the guys, but she got off for me! She moaned, "All of it! Give me it all." "What? All of what?" I questioned. She answered by grasping my hand and shoving it hard into her pussy. I turned my wrist and cupped my hand to give her more. She tucked my thumb under my fingers, and tried to push my whole hand up her cunt. "Like that," She instructed. Her pussy stretched as I turned and pushed my fingers deeper and deeper. Suddenly it was all the way in! My whole fucking, literally fucking, hand was up her cunt! "Make a fist!" She begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me, bitch!" As my hand formed the fist, her pussy tightened and cum flooded her pussy. Her pussy contracted hard. Unprepared it forced my hand all the way out. She panted, "That was so good! So good." In-turn she began to finger me. It felt good but I wasn't going to cum again. Not from a fingering. Ain't no way her fist is going up my cunt! Gently I grasped her head and pushed her lips toward my tits. She cooperated and soon my nipples were getting a good sucking. In all the activity her fingering was taking a very disappointing backseat. Just another little push and she was on her knees. Hell she took to eating pussy like a professional. Just a little pressure from my hands and she found the button. Oh yes now this gal is going to . . . Through the gasps I barely uttered, "I'm cumming." My hands held her head so she couldn't back out. I gasped again. "I'm Fucking cumming." That was a longtime ago. That's her story. From me to you -- I really don't know I've never shared her with 32 guys! Now getting her off while the wife helps, that I can tell you about. "Sally is Bea cumming for dinner?" BlackHat47 She's a Cum Queen Ch. 05 Bea is not only our sister, she's the wife's best friend, and all the excitement we can handle. She's Five foot seven, 44DD-38-40 and willing to discharge anything with two legs. Her husband (wife's brother) spends more time in jail than at home so Bea's with us more than not. These are her stories, Bea tells it: The football team didn't do so well this year. On the field that is. Off the field, now that's another story. Their locker room orgies begin a 24x7 party that lasts until three days before each game. Coach says "Lights out by 10. No beer and no SEX." before the game. Up until then, they brake every school rule. They're probably the sole need for campus security. It's nothing to find girls in the football dorm. Hell, I all but live there and Wendy the other water girl, well, she didn't even have a room. We're planning one last bash before Christmas break. These guys, however, start and finish preparation with the word 'Party'. If it wasn't for Wendy and I they'd be running between the party and the beer distributer for six packs. Thanks to us all they'll have to do is show up. This one will get an ad in the Under Ground Bulletin, three kegs of beer, punch bowl, and munchies. The lounge room, like usual will be the center of the party. And, no fucking gestapo. Ok, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Some payoffs . . . first. Yea - your right. Security takes bribes and it ain't donuts and coffee. That's why I'm here at 2 in the morning. It won't take but a second for the desk sergeant to figure out that this is a bribe. After-all, my tits are all but falling out of this sweater and this skirt don't come close to covering my ass. I strutted right up to the high counter. Just leaned back a little and laid my tits out in front of the desk officer. I teased, "Sergeant Miller, I need some help." Dam good thing these guys wear name tags. If they didn't I'd never have guessed this was the guy. He's old enough to be my dad. Wendy's fucking crazy! She told me to give him a blow job. I'm not even sure he can sill get it up. A big smile came to his face. "How can I help you sweetie?" He inquired. I ran my fingers along the neck line of my low cut sweater and I let my tits do the talking. A sparkle came to Pop's eyes. "You may want to lock the door." I suggested. He didn't answer; just quickly walked to the door and turned the bolt. When he returned I was laid back in his chair with my tits neatly snuggled in my folded arms. I informed him, "Pop the team needs a little desecration this Friday night." He undid his gun belt, neatly rolled it around the holster and put it on the counter. "I reckon we can work something out." He replied. Pushing up my skirt with his knees, he stepped between my legs. From the looks of the bulge on those trousers I was wrong. He has no trouble getting it up! In my mind I wonder, "Will it be all wrinkled and - (you know) - old!" Cautiously I unzipped his pants and reached in to give gramps a rub. It slipped right out of his boxers. Oh my! He's not circumcised. The skin flowed over its head and almost closed at the end. Not sure what to do next I cautiously closed my hand and slid it back. The pink head popped out like magic. I was so enchanted watching its head I never realized that he'd dropped his pants. He stepped back and it slipped out of my hand. "Ok hun, you've seen the barrel now take a look at the magazine." He insinuated. His thumbs hooked the waist band and down they went. "Oh my fucking god!" I exclaimed. He had a pair . . . So big . . . They're like baseballs! His cock wasn't very big but by god if those balls explode . . . My mind raced, "I want it! I want it all." As I stroked he played with my tits. It didn't take long before he was oozing precum. Wendy said to "suck this guy off" but I was going for the big show. I pulled his balls in to my chest then pushed my tits up around his cock. The old fart fucked my tits like a dog on his bitch. I tried to get a lick but the most I could do was watch as the now purple head slip in and out of sight. I could fell his excitement swell. He jammed it forward. "Oh yea! Cum you bastard! Cum!" I cried. He did too! He shoot a stream of cum right into my mouth. No oozing for this little cock. He blew cum everywhere. A rough but definitely feminine voice rang out. "Now ain't that nice, Sarge. I guess you forgot about me. Now that you've shot your wad, what's she supposed to do to get off." She was tall, slender, almost masculine in build. Her breasts barley raised the contour of her tailored uniform. If she had hips they were concealed by the gun-belt. At nearly six foot, she's a fucking Amazon. "You want to fuck her, corporal? Go for it!" Pops challenged as he withdrew his tool from between my tits. He jacked off a couple more shots onto my shaven pussy then turned away to let her see the damage. She wasn't there. "Well, hun, I guess your more than the corporal can handle." He remarked. " If you want to watch, pops, get the fuck out of the way!" The corporal ordered. She was back. Her slacks were gone and the red panties were halfway down. She kicked them aside. Her pussy was hidden by a briar patch of black hair. The shirt came off next. Under the T-shirt, she was surely titless unless you count the massive nipples. From the desk she grabbed a black dildo with leather straps. My mind when wild, "That thing is big. Bigger than my blue friend back at the dorm. She can't be . . . No fucking way!" She stepped through the leg straps and pulled the belt tight across her hips. "My fucking god! She's gon-a fuck me with that thing! No fucking way!" I screamed under my breath. I'd have screamed it out loud but I was too scared. Besides I had the sergeant's nuts in my face. The strap-on cock slipped up and down between my tits collecting all his cum. None too soon it began ravaging my clit. I couldn't see for the old fart's ass and gaged by his nuts I couldn't contest. Just about the time I was getting with the program, he suddenly sat down in my face. The lights went out, the chair tilted back and that fucking cock rammed all the way up my ass. I never felt the pain. Never sensed the quakes that started in my thighs and shuttered through my whole body. The only thing I knew . . . I was cumming. I shot my load instantly and kept right on cumming. I once heard a tale about multiple orgasms but . . . this was never ending and a gusher too! "Oh my god! I'm going to die!" I screamed into his nuts. Just before I ran out of air, he lifted and gasp for air as the cock came all the way out. He slammed down and rammed that God forsaking think right back up my ass. Two times and I was on my way to heaven. "Oh yes! I screamed as his ass lifted again. This time the cock found it's own way to the bottom. Or did I raise up to get it? The cock was up my ass but something was ramming my slit too. All I wanted was my button pushed again and again. I got it! She wiggled her ass until I couldn't get my breath any more. "Next time, hun, don't just wack the cock off. We could have used that bastard all night. Now, he's worthless! Now all you got is me!" Cindy counseled. That's her story. I wouldn't know about the cops, but from me to you -- My wife on Bea, doggie style! You should see that! "Sally what are you and Bea doing tonight"?