I walk into the local college bar downtown at about 9:30 at night. Dressed for “maximum sexy”, I’m in a black pleated miniskirt with little red skulls on it, and an almost see-through, white tank top with a plunging neckline, showing off my large firm tits. Anyone looking closely will swear they can see the dark circles of my nipples showing through. They’re probably right, and there’s zero doubt they can see the outline of the ring running through each one. I’ve got my platinum blonde hair pulled back in a slick little ponytail, no bra, no panties, and a pair of black, chunky, patent leather, almost-stripper heels with a pair of cherries embroidered into each one.
Dressed for sex, I’m on a Mission. A Mission is one of the little, and sometimes not so little “dares” my Baby gives me. Some of them we do together, and some I have to do on my own. They might be as simple as flashing a trucker on the interstate, or as complicated as the one I’m on tonight, and there’s always a reward commensurate with the level of the Mission.
There’s not much of a crowd yet, just a group of a few years younger than me boisterous frat boys at the corner of the bar, drinking beers and shots and talking about the football game, who’s doing who, who WANTS to do who, and who just did whose mom! It’s typical 20-something male testosterone and bonding. There are 5 or 6 guys in the group and one girl. She looks to be the same age as the guys and she’s very cute, but she doesn’t seem to be attached to any one of them. She moves around the group and through them, laughing, drinking beer for beer with her “buds”, and punching as many arms as anyone else. Apparently she’s a gal pal, a little sister type of girl that just likes hanging out. Good, I think, she won’t get jealous if she sees me separating one of her boys from the herd. The Mission is important. I want that reward!
I sit at my usual spot at the other end of the bar closest to the door and in front of the tabletop video game machine. The games are a fun distraction, and the cool air that blows in every time someone opens the door keeps my nipples hard. Bait… In fact, I can already see the frat boys taking interest. They’re elbowing each other, nodding in my direction and suddenly much more interested in flexing their muscles and trying to catch my eye than they are in their beers or their juvenile jokes.
I completely ignore them and order a large Captain and Diet from “Pierced Penis” the bartender. At least that’s what I’ve called him ever since he took me into the kitchen and the two of us played, “You Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine”. He had pulled out his rather large, thick penis and shown me where the stainless steel ring ran through it. It was the first Prince Albert I’d ever seen. His cock had started to grow and harden as he’d held it in his hand and he offered to let me touch it.
My knees buckled just a little bit and my legs got a little “Jello-ey”. The piercing was so unusual and the atmosphere was interesting to say the least, what with the chance of getting caught, or at least being watched. Just the way I like it. I was fascinated, and for a fraction of a second I even started to reach out for it, but for whatever reason, I’m still not sure why, I stopped him, and told him, “Not tonight, but I am DEFINITELY interested.”
Instead, taking a small step back, I lifted up the denim skirt I had been wearing that night, the short inch or two necessary to show him my own tiny silver hoop with the silver ball that passes through the fleshy hood covering my clit. The little ball rests gently against the very tip of it and gives me a nice thrill any time I make certain movements.
Staring at the silver ring he had slowly closed the short distance between us, stopping only when getting any closer would have obscured his view. Still holding his now rigid erection in one hand, he had slowly reached out with the other until his index finger touched the ring at its juncture with my flesh. I inhaled sharply, feeling the dampness between my pussy lips becoming a full-on wetness. He didn’t ask permission, but I didn’t tell him no. Both of us just stared mesmerized as his finger gently massaged the ring in small continuous circles, pushing it back against my sensitive button. Meanwhile his other hand slowly stroked up and back the length of his turgid cock in perfect rhythm to his finger on my clit.
Gazing at the bell-shaped head of his hard-on and watching his hand stroke in time to his finger on my pussy, I stared intently as a large drop of pre-cum pooled at the tip and dribbled down his piercing. Finally it had broken free and fell toward the floor. Catching on the engorged, wet lips of my pussy, it hung there for a second then fell the rest of the way to the kitchen linoleum. Just then I had realized that the tip of his huge hard prick was less than an inch from splitting my hungry cunt lips and driving inside me. Again, for reasons I still don’t know, I pushed back lightly on both his shoulders and in my best school teacher voice, had told him, “Hey, mister, this is supposed to be show and tell. No touching!” I then gave a little laugh to make sure his feelings hadn’t been hurt, straightened my skirt with a little wiggle, and walked back toward the bar, leaving him in the kitchen with his still hard dick in his hand and my musky scent on his fingers.
Oh, sorry, back to the present. I look again at “Pierced” behind the bar. He throws me a wink, and I wonder if I should just make it easy on myself, throw him a bone for his patience and for all the super strong, super cheap Captains he’s given me, and just let HIM help me fulfill the Mission. But then, there’s those cute young frat guys, and…
“You’re running out of time.”
“What?” I mumble, as I snap out of thought and back into the now. Looking for the source of the voice, from very close to my left ear I hear,
“Your game. You’re running out of time.”
At the same time, an arm comes around my shoulder and its hand hits the touch screen, highlighting the last two clues I had stopped looking for during my “Show and Tell” flashback.
“There. See? I saved your game.”
Turning to my left I see a frat boy. Cute too, but not one from the little group at the corner of the bar. He must be alone. Perfect. He’ll do.
Giving him my best flirty little smile, I reply, “My hero. What will I EVER do with the extra 50 cents?”
Not missing a beat he comes back with, “Hey, it’s the thought that counts.”
I laugh, trying to figure out how to get to the next step without going through all the motions. I ask him, “So what reward can I give you for ‘saving’ me?” It’s a nice open ended question. Let’s see where he goes with it.
His reply is quick and smooth. He’d obviously played this line before, “saving” a girl’s game in order to get a chance to chat her up. “Let me buy you a drink. We can play some more Treasure Hunt and hang out.”
I decide to call his bluff. I’m antsy to get this started, and now that I have a willing play mate, or I’m pretty sure I do, I’m starting to feel a little fluttery in the belly and a little wet somewhere further down. Nuzzling my nose up along his neck, I stop when I reach his ear, “I’ve got a better idea. How about you finish your beer and meet me out back in the alley, and I’ll give you the best head you’ll ever have in your life.” Emphasizing my point, I run my hand discreetly up the inside of his thigh and rub his rapidly rising dick through the front of his khakis.
After taking a few seconds to stop choking on his beer, he stammers, “Are you serious!?”
Still surreptitiously massaging his crotch I whisper, “Mmm Hmm. There are just a few rules first. Rule #1- You can’t tell ANYONE until after we’re done. Then you can brag til your heart’s content. Rule #2- It’s a blow job only. I’m not going to let you fuck me so don’t even try. It just annoys me and makes me want to stop. Rule #3- You have to take pictures of me doing it, using my cell phone. I’ll even text you a few of the pictures. Don’t worry, your face won’t be in them. Only mine. I need them to make an ex jealous. Think you can handle that?” Rule #3 wasn’t exactly the truth. I DO need the pictures to complete the mission, but they aren’t for an ex, and they aren’t to make anyone jealous.
The boy didn’t take long to think before he responded. By this time his lower brain is about 90% in control. “I’m not sure I’m cool with some girl’s ex-boyfriend having pictures of my junk…” but I cut him off before he has time to really think.
“First of all, like I said, your FACE won’t be in the pictures, just your dick. It’s not like you’ll be walking down the street and someone’s going to come after you yelling, ‘Hey! I know that junk!’, and second of all, who said it was a BOYfriend?”
He hesitates for a second, obviously caught up on my “ex” possibly being another girl and all that entails. At that point, I knew I had him.
“Ok” he says, “I’m in.”
By then I’ve already finished the last of my Captain, leaving nothing but some ice and a layer of red lipstick at the top of my straw. Taking my hand off the bulge in his slacks, I pick up my keys and my cell phone, slide a few dollars toward “Pierced”, thinking, “Another night ‘Pierced’, soon. And I’ll know what it feels like to have that metal (And cock) sliding in and out of my mouth, and maybe some other places.” and I head toward the door.
In the entryway, and out of sight, I push the heavy door open, feeling the comfortably cool breeze hit my face and blow up under the pleats of my skirt. The cooler air washes over my hoochie moo, making me realize just how hot she’s already gotten. I am definitely looking forward to this.
I take that first step out the door and toward the alley, but on some unknown impulse I grab the door before it bangs closed and step back into the entryway unseen and just in time to hear this,
“Dude, I’m telling you, that hot blonde that just left is waiting for me in the alley and she’s going to blow me, and I’ve never seen her before in my life!”
It was said loud enough that most of the frat boys at the bar corner would have heard him. And just as I was trying to decide what form of death is painful enough for him for having wasted my time, he comes bounding around the vestibule and runs right into me. At the same time the blood is fleeing his deflating erection, enough must have returned to his “big” head to let him realize he was overheard and has fucked up his sure thing, big time.
“I. Uhhh… They…” he stutters, still not sure he can’t save himself.
I push the door back open, holding it for him and say, “Rule #1- Keep your mouth shut!”
He walks through the door and starts down the sidewalk like a pouty kid who’s told he can’t have a puppy. The door closes and I take 30 seconds to get it back together, almost laughing at the silliness. I head into the bar thinking, “Ok, Plan B. But do I even HAVE a plan B?”
Back inside, the cute girl with the frat boys has assumed my seat in front of the video game so I move a few spots to her left to an empty stool near the corner. More than a few sets of eyes are curious about my quick return. Most likely the ones who heard what was supposed to go down in the alley, or at least WHO was supposed to go down in the alley. And just as “Pierced” arrives unasked, with a big Captain, one of the frat boys returns from the jukebox and takes the stool next to me. Seeming a little surprised to see me, he chuckles and says, “You’re back quick.”
Thinking fast I reply, “I know! Who WAS that guy?”
“Dunno. I saw him sitting next to you and it looked like he was making his move. Then the second you left he started saying how you were waiting in the alley to give him a BJ. Man, if a girl shuts you down that doesn’t mean you should make shit up about her. My name’s Conner. You?”
For the first time I take a real look at the guy. He’s tall, probably 6ft, maybe 200lbs, BIG arms, probably hiding an 8 pack worth of abs under his shirt. He’s dressed in the mandatory uniform of the current college student. Long khaki shorts, high top Chucks, a striped polo shirt straining at the cuffs to hold in his biceps, bright green eyes, all topped by a faded and worn Penn State hat doing its best to hide a mop of curly, dirty blonde, SoCal surfer hair.
Thinking to myself, “Is this Plan B?” I finally answer his question, “Me? I’m Kat. By the way, he wasn’t lying.”
“Nice to meet you, Kat. Wait, what!? Who wasn’t lying?”
“That boy. He wasn’t lying. I did tell him I’d meet him in the alley and give him the best head ever. But he broke Rule #1.”
Conner immediately asked, “What’s Rule #1?”
Giving him a look over the top of my glasses I ask, “Why? You interested in taking his place? Rule #1 is don’t tell anyone until after. I mean I don’t mind people watching. In fact I usually kinda LIKE it as long as they’re quiet and don’t try to join in uninvited. So, if I offered, would you want to take his place?”
Conner thinks for just a second, obviously intrigued, then says, “Depends. If there’s a Rule #1, there must be more. What are they?”
Smart boy, I think to myself. So I take a minute to explain the no sex rule and the need for pictures, watching closely for Conner’s reaction. As soon as I finish he says, “Count me in! The idea of the pictures sounds sinister.” Then he chuckles, “And you’ll even let me have some of them?”
“Sure why not,” I say, feeling the flutters return. “How long before you can leave?”
Picking up his phone from the bar, he says, “Finish your drink, let me finish this beer and reply to this text and we can leave in 5 minutes.”
I watch as he takes a huge swig of the near full mug swallowing nearly half its contents in one gulp. Then he turns to his phone and begins typing rapidly with both thumbs. Finally hitting send, he returns the phone to his pocket, and noticing that I’ve finished my drink he gulps the last of his and stands. Looking him right in the eye I ask, “Who did you tell?”
He looks confused and says, “What are you talking about?”
“In your text. Who did you tell?”
“No one.”
“Let me see it then.”
“No. Alright listen. I sent a text to that guy over there. The guy in the green Heineken hat. He’s my roommate, Matt. We look out for each other. I told him to meet me in the alley in 10 minutes, but I told him not to tell ANYONE and I didn’t tell him why. Here, see for yourself.”
The message was exactly like Conner had said. No mention of me, or head. Hoping to save his chance, Conner continued, “You said you like being watched and I know Matt can keep quiet and won’t touch uninvited. He can even be our lookout or take the pictures…”
The more Conner talks, the more I like his idea. The only thing I like more than giving head is being watched while giving head. And with Matt taking the pictures and keeping an eye out, the only thing Conner and I would have to worry about is me pleasing him, so I look at Conner and say, “Ok, let’s go!”
Once again grabbing keys and cell phone, I head out the door, this time with Conner right behind me. I turn right at the corner of the building, and right again when I reach the back. Conner doesn’t say a word, just follows along. The air is still cool and just a bit humid. It’s dark and the only light is from a street lamp across the alley and down a ways. I grab Conner by the front of his polo and guide him up against the building. There’s a car parked in the alley, and once I’m in position no one walking by will be able to see anything except the top part of Conner leaning against the building.
Perfect. I drop to my knees, conveniently finding a discarded piece of clothing to protect them from the asphalt. Handing my phone up to Conner, I unzip his shorts and begin fumbling through his baggy boxers, wondering how big he’ll be, and what exactly my reward will be when this Mission is done.
The flutter is back in full force. So is the wetness. I find what I’m looking for and pull Conner’s hardening cock out into the dim light. My fingers don’t quite touch around its width, and I guess its length to be about 8 inches. I am very happy.
I slowly begin drawing my fist back and forth along the expanding length of flesh in my hand, and as I stick out my tongue, taking that first tentative taste, I’m almost blinded by a flash. The cell phone. Pictures. Good boy, Conner.
Returning to my “work”, I engulf the head of his cock and its first few inches, tasting a hint of soap, along with the stronger essence of man, mixed with just a little sweat. Delicious. Conner lets out a grunt and a quiet groan of approval as I take more and more of his now fully hard dick into my mouth on each pass. My fist, still encircling his girth, moves in rhythm with my mouth and I think to myself that nothing could be more perfect. Unless of course my Baby were here with me in the alley instead of Conner. As I finish this thought, the light from the streetlamp gets dimmer and a shadow falls across us.
Without stopping or even missing a stroke, I look to my right and out of the corner of my eye I see sandals, blue cargo shorts, pink striped polo shirt, and green Heineken hat. Frat uniform. It’s Conner’s roommate Matt. Right on time, and quiet too. He doesn’t say a word. Just stands there staring, hands in pockets and a big white toothed grin on his face. Matt is just a bit taller than Conner, but much more heavily built. Muscular. His jaw is square and covered with the stubble of about three days of not shaving. His hair is dark and cut short under his ball cap, and his eyes are almost gray. His arms and legs are a little hairy, just the way I like, and just enough to let everyone know he’s a man.
Knowing I have an audience now, I start giving it my A Game. Pulling Conner’s cock out of my mouth with a POP, I suck his balls while stroking his shaft up and down. Then I run my tongue around the tip and into the slit there, tasting the sweet sticky pre-cum beginning to ooze out. I look over at Matt slyly, giving him a wink, then back work. There are more flashes, this time coming from the right, letting me know that Matt is now the photographer. In fact, at that moment, Matt squats down next to me, the phone/camera only inches from my face, and with a grin he whispers, “Close up”, takes 4 or 5 shots and then stands.
As he does, I see him adjust himself, the crotch of his shorts having become too tight due to the situation. The outline of Matt’s erection is easily visible and the sight almost causes me to stop the piston-like motion of my mouth on Conner’s cock. What I see, encased in blue cloth, is a rod maybe two inches longer than Conner’s, but massive in girth, looking as though Matt is carrying a beer bottle in his boxers. The flutters in my belly instantly double.
Before I can decide what to do, if anything, Conner begins to stiffen, his breathing becoming intense. He begins to tremble just a little, the taste of his cum starting to become noticeable in my mouth. I know I have only about a minute to decide. Keep working Conner and it’ll all be over. Mission accomplished. Or, listen to the flutters and take the mission to a whole new level.
Conner is on the edge, and Matt is right there with cellphone in hand, ready to capture the explosion. Decision made, I cease all contact with Conner’s throbbing, saliva soaked cock, and looking up at him with a devious smile, I say, “Nope. Not yet.”
Both men look down at me dumbfounded. Conner is looking anguished, Matt looking mildly amused. Neither one has any idea what my game is until I turn slightly on my makeshift kneepad and begin working on Matt’s zipper. Once freed, I see that Matt’s member might be every bit as thick as my beer bottle comparison, and I begin to doubt my ability to even get it in my mouth. None the less, I begin stuffing the bulbous head past my lips. Feeling my jaw stretch well past the point needed to take Conner, I know that if I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked right now. As if to prove this point, and because Matt is a bit taller than Conner, I switch from a kneeling position to a squatting one, giving me a better angle on Matt, and freer access to my now aching cunt.
Still working Matt’s massive monster in and out of my mouth with my right hand, I drop my left hand between my legs and guide my fingers toward the source of my heat, but before they can even make contact, a hot, wet dribble of pussy juice drips across my fingers and I smile in my head, thinking to myself that I’m probably leaving a puddle there in the alley.
My fingers finally make contact with my clit and I let out whimper around Matt’s hard on. Sliding them around my swollen cunt lips to get them slick, I slide them as deeply as I can into my wet hole. With more moaning, I take the cock out of my mouth in order to catch a ragged, gasping breath. Then, inhaling Matt’s cock back in place, I add a third finger to my swampy center. I keep up this pace for a minute or two, now and then becoming aware of the flash of my cell phone, now back in Conner’s control. Cock working in and out of my mouth, fingers slipping over my clit and in, out and around my cunt, I look to my left and see Conner, his ragged breathing now normal and his pending orgasm postponed. He has that look on his face of the little boy who is GIVEN the puppy and then has it run away.
Easing my fingers out of my hungry sex, I wrap them once again around Conner’s still spit-slick cock, the juices coating them mixing with the saliva left from earlier as I begin stroking Conner in the same motion as my mouth on Matt. After a few minutes I switch, still stroking Matt with my fist, but engulfing Conner’s cock in the warm wetness of my mouth.
Immediately I taste the incredible combination of Conner’s pre-cum mingled with spit and my own tangy taste transferred from my fingers. I know right away I want more of that flavor, and a more intense concentration of it. I also know there’s only one way I’ll get it. This realization causes me to think back to the day my Baby gave me this Mission…
“But what if I’m giving head and it’s not enough? What if I want more?” I had asked after he had explained the Mission.
I liked his answer, “Then go ahead and do it. Do whatever you want as long as you get the pictures. The mission is to give head to a random guy and bring me the pictures. If you feel like doing more, then that’s on you. Go for it.”
Go for it he’d said, and I can’t deny how badly my empty pussy is aching right now for a big fat cock, preferably my Baby’s. It’s been almost two months. Well he’s not here, but, there are TWO others here to choose from. Thinking of my next move, I realize, Hell, I don’t even HAVE to choose. I can have BOTH!
Straightening my legs but staying bent over at the waist, I keep Matt’s cock moving in and out of my mouth and continue stroking Conner’s in my left hand. Then I begin rotating my body until I am facing away from Conner and his big dick is between my legs. Using my hand, and moving my hips, I try to guide him into my ready pussy.
Instead, Conner seems to resist. “You said no fucking…”
Beginning to squat back down, only because I know he’ll stop me, I say, “Well, if you don’t want to…”
Conner’s hands shoot out and grab onto my hips, pulling me back and upwards. Then without hesitation I feel the spongy head of his erection wedge its way into my opening, and with one great push, its entire length plunges into the depths of my overheated, soggy box.
My extreme excitement and wetness allows Conner’s oversized prick to glide right in balls deep and until it can go no further. Conner grunts and I whimper, unable to keep Matt’s meat in my mouth for fear of hyperventilating. Conner begins to withdraw until only the head of his cock remains inside me. Then he slams his full length forward, and back out. He repeats the move. Then again. And again. And again.
On about the 5th stroke, my legs buckle, my body shakes, and I have an earthquake of an orgasm, my body convulses and juices from my drenched cunt gush out around Conner’s cock, wetting my inner thighs, the fronts of Conner’s shins, and the tops of his Converse shoes.
After a few seconds to recover, I realize Conner has stopped moving, so I look back over my shoulder at him and growl, “Fuck me! Hard!”
Then putting Matt’s oversized cock back in my mouth, I let the momentum of Conner’s pounding motion guide my throat back and forth over Matt’s prodigious dick, the wet sounds of Conner’s hips slapping against my ass providing the only sound, other than an occasional grunt or groan from the boys, and the slurping sounds of my mouth over Matt’s cock.
The fucking continues until I am sure every last inch of Conner’s fuck pole is coated in my scent, from the tip to the bottom of his huge, hairless ball sack. Without warning, I pull free of both men, calling out, “Switch.” Then I turn and present Matt with my perfect pear-shaped ass, and find myself facing Conner’s glistening erection, slick with my wetness from his previous pounding.
Sure at any moment that I’ll feel myself full to near tearing by the intrusion of Matt’s beer bottle thick manhood, I’m pleasantly surprised and almost relieved when instead I feel the tip of his tongue tentatively caress my swollen clit.
Hearing my moan of approval, Matt works his tongue more forcefully back and forth across the shiny pink nubbin, occasionally straying to lick the length of my cunt and even across my puckered asshole, before returning to its primary target, marked by that little silver ring.
Fully enjoying the sensation, I return my attention to Conner’s cock and the taste what awaits me there. I wrap my hand around the root of his shaft and point it toward the sky. Leaning in closer, I draw one of his plum-sized balls into my mouth. Suckling gently, I find exactly what I want, the combined flavor of my pussy, Conner’s leaked essence, and the faint hint of the sweat of his exertion all swirled together on my tongue. I suck it all in, and when that testicle loses its taste I quickly switch to the other and lick it clean, all the while slowly stroking his dick.
Having finished polishing my clit, and not to be forgotten, Matt moves up to my cunt, alternating between sucking my engorged lips into his mouth, and pushing his tongue as far as it can reach inside me. The feeling is incredible and I hope he’s preparing me for what I know is coming. With giddy anticipation, and yes, a little fear, I’m just waiting for Matt to push his fat phallus inside me. But before he does, I experience another sensation. Matt’s tongue is still swirling and invading, but this time his target is my asshole. Using his hands he pulls my ass cheeks wide, giving him easy access. And after 2 or 3 broad swipes, he draws his tongue into a firm penis-like shape and guides it as deep as he can into my rear entrance.
Enjoying the musky taste there, Matt begins slowly and deeply fucking my crinkled pink pucker with the entire length of his slick, wet tongue. The incredible feeling of Matt tongue-fucking my asshole causes me to release Conner’s scrotum from my sucking grip.
As Matt adds flicking my clit with his finger to his tonguing of my ass, my level of ecstasy is building, and I begin trying to think of something to hasten my next orgasm along. Adjusting my grip on Conner’s rod, I bring it from pointing straight up at the sky to pointing directly at my mouth. Then opening wide, I swallow his cock until his balls touch my chin and the head passes into my throat, letting me taste the full concentration of our mixed flavors there. And rather than bobbing my head and moving his cock in and out, I continue to suck it like men, and often women, do to my nipples until nearly all of my juices are gone from it, and most of what I taste is exuding now from the tip of Conner’s cock.
With one final plunge and withdrawal, Matt’s tongue leaves my ass, and when his hands go from spreading my cheeks to gripping my hips, I know exactly what he plans to do next.
Hoping to help, and wanting him inside me quickly, I reach back between my legs and fumble to find his penis. Finding it, I wrap my hand again around its formidable width and guide the head to the opening of my pussy, my movements showing him the best angle for entry. I feel the head of his dick flush against my cunt and I feel Matt begin to push. Meeting resistance, he pushes harder and we are both rewarded with the slightest bit of movement forward by his cock head into the tightness of my hole.
Pushing again has no results though, so instead Matt backs out to the starting point and pushes again, this time getting a little deeper than before. The head is so bulbous and thick that the intrusion borders between pleasure and pain and my cunt is stretched more than ever before.
On the 3rd try Matt manages to work almost half his massive cock head inside before backing out. All the while, I continue slowly servicing Conner’s needs, having returned to the more conventional cock sucking technique of moving my mouth up and down his length with my hand following behind.
On his 4th attempt, Matt thinks he’s finally going to get in, but just before my pussy stretches to accommodate the widest part of the head of his probing prick, I reach back and tap his hip, urging him to back up. Reluctantly he complies. Pulling back, he gives me a few seconds to recover, while he rubs his prick up and down my slit, collecting lubrication for the next attempt.
With my hand still on Matt’s hip, I pull him forward urging him to try again. He obliges. Pushing slowly and steadily forward he reaches the same point as before. My breathing is short and ragged. I’m almost panting, either through my nose or through my mouth, around the cock lodged there. But sensing no hesitancy from me, Matt gives a final push and with a sudden surge forward he feels the resistance give way as the tightness of my cunt envelopes the whole head of his cock.
As it happens I let out a scream of pleasure and release so loud that if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full of cock, the entire inside of the bar would have heard it, even though the thick brick walls. Still, as best I can, I glance up and down the alleyway, certain that someone must have heard my cry.
Thinking the “hard” part over, I wait impatiently for Matt to begin plumbing my depths with his powerful prick while I continue to service Conner with my mouth, but on his first push I realize the shaft of his dick is as thick as the head and it isn’t going to go easy, so Matt resorts to the same method that gained him entry, pushing forward a fraction then withdrawing nearly completely, then pushing forward a little further until finally his balls are resting against my clit, the head of his cock crowding my cervix, and I feel like someone has in fact pushed a beer bottle up my cunt (And I would know!).
Leaning over my back to whisper in my ear, Matt says, “I’ll be gentle.”
To which I reply, “You damn well better not be!”
Despite my warning, Matt’s first few strokes are slow and tentative but deep, allowing me to adjust to his massive size and allowing my wetness to lubricate his passage. But after a half dozen such strokes he begins to pick up the pace and ferocity of his fucking, until the power of his thrusts and the advantage of his height nearly lifts me off my feet each times his balls hit my clit, and his cock hits the bottom of my cunt.
Matt knows how to fuck! That, combined with having a nice big dick to suck has me heading for another orgasm, maybe even bigger than the last one. In fact, as I feel it building rapidly in my belly, I can tell Conner is almost there as well, and I think to myself how perfect it would be if Conner filled my mouth with his load at the same time I came all over Matt’s big dick.
“Hey guys! Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leav… WHOA!!”
All action stops at the sound of this new voice, and so do all my thoughts of orgasms, or timing, or perfection. Taking the cock out of my mouth, but unable to stand up unless Matt removes his dick from its snug confines, which he seems loathe to do, I look toward the new arrival and see yet a 3rd frat rat, wondering to myself how many guys they told. But the reaction of my two partners in crime lets me know they were not expecting this dude.
Matt speaks first. Still unwilling to give up the fucking he had been enjoying just a second before, he continues with little, almost imperceptible thrusts in and out. For my part, I push back, letting him know I’m not afraid to keep going. “Shhhh, quiet the fuck down, Tony. What the fuck are you doing out here?”
For his part, Tony stutters and stammers, trying to get a better look at the action, and still stunned by the sight of two of his best friends tag teaming some hot blonde in the alley behind their favorite bar. “I, uh… You guys left and I just came to look for ya. Figured you were lighting one up, or maybe you were heading somewhere else, but damn!”
Conner came back with, “What, you couldn’t go 20 minutes without us?” and gave a friendly chuckle, setting everyone at ease.
Eager to get back to the business at hand, Matt takes control. No longer trying to hide his actions, he begins fucking me with long, full, slow, deliberate strokes, daring anyone to say anything. When no one does, he leans forward, grabs me authoritatively by the ponytail and guides my mouth back down onto Conner’s hard on. Then turning to Tony, he tosses him my cell phone which, until now, I had completely forgotten, although I could recall a flash going off now and then.
“Here,” Matt said, “Make yourself useful. Take pictures, and for Christ’s sake be quiet!”
Within a minute things are back to the way they were before Tony’s interruption. Matt is once again lifting my feet off the ground with his powerful cervix bumping thrusts and I am again only minutes from having Conner fill my mouth his salty-sweet, sticky cum.
But out of nowhere, Conner calls out quietly, “Tony. Hey Tony, come over here and take my place.” and takes his penis out of my mouth. Of course none of this phases Matt. He just keeps slamming into me like a jackhammer. Thank God!
Tony answers, “Nah, man. That’s alright, I’m good.”
“C’mon, Dude. I need a rest, and Kat doesn’t mind. Do ya Kat?”
Not caring at this point WHOSE cock it is as long as I’m sucking one, but at the same time wondering why Conner wants a break when he is obviously so close to getting off, I look at Tony and urge, “C’mere sexy and give me something to hang on to before your buddy here fucks me into orbit!”
Seeing that Conner has already moved aside and that arguing seems to be useless, Tony sighs, tosses the phone to Conner, and moves to take his spot. With Tony now in place, I concentrate on his zipper, then his dick, which is no easy task with Matt intent on fucking a hole all the way through me. God he’s good! But finally I get Tony’s hard on free of his shorts and immediately I know why he was reluctant to take Conner’s place. It’s not because he is less well-endowed than his buddy Conner, or even less experienced. In fact the exact opposite is true. He is TOO experienced. Or at least too RECENTLY experienced with too little time to clean up afterward.
From the first look, and from the first drift of aroma from Tony’s newly revealed cock, I can tell that he’d had sex earlier. Probably right before his brothers arrived to pick him up. And with no time to shower he had simply stuffed his prick, still slick with his own ejaculate and some co-ed’s cum, back into his boxer briefs and run off to meet his mates, never imagining he’d end up in an alley later gangbanging some girl whose name he hadn’t quite caught.
But he underestimates me. Not only am I not repulsed by the pungent, still damp evidence of his earlier sexual escapade, but the smell, and especially the taste of it, excites me even more! The taste of the girl on his dick is tangy and tart, and I wish I could taste it straight from her pussy, wondering what she looks like. Mixed in is a salty, thick, and musky taste from his spunk, and together they make a flavor I can’t get enough of.
Catching Tony’s attention, despite his best efforts not to make eye contact, I remove his meat from my mouth and huskily ask, “Yummy. Who was she?”
Giving him a wink, and not waiting for an answer, I go back to sucking his dick and pumping it with my fist. Judging from his labored breathing and his already jerky motions, after only a couple minutes, I know Tony won’t last much longer, even as his pal Matt is still practically turning me inside out with his constant deep strokes. In fact, within a minute, Tony makes that sharp inhalation with no exhale that always lets me know when a guy is about to let loose. Jacking and sucking his cock even faster, I wait for that first blast to coat my tongue, not sure which is making me hotter, anticipating Tony’s orgasm, wondering how much there will be and if he’ll cum buckets the way I like, or the steady, demanding thrashing that Matt is giving my pussy.
Finally, Tony’s load erupts, with the first two shots hitting the back of my throat. The 3rd and 4th are caught by my tongue, and the final spurt, lured out by a gentle sucking, dribbles down my chin and joins the puddle at my feet that my pussy made earlier. Tony finally exhales, his knees weak and his hands shaky. He looks down at me as his now flaccid dick flops out of my mouth. He tucks it back into his damp underwear and mutters, “Wow! Cool, thanks.” Then he ambles off down the alleyway in a state of happy shock. This is definitely his day.
Looking over at Conner to see if he might be ready to get back in the game, I catch the tail end of a silent conversation between him and Matt, and when Conner sees me looking he stops, leaving me more than a little curious, but not for long.
Just then Matt takes hold of my ponytail again and pulls me upright, keeping his cock completely lodged in my folds. Pulling my head back to his and pushing his hand up under the front of my shirt, he simultaneously bites at my neck and pinches a nipple, growling, “Now, didn’t you say something about not wanting it gentle? Come help me out here, Conner.”
And all I could think was, “Oh God, finally…”
Conner approaches directly in front of me. And as Matt bites again at my neck from behind, Conner bites the other side from the front, while he lifts my tank top up over my head and drops it carelessly to the alley floor, for the first time exposing my big, firm tits to the chill night air.
Conner rubs his finger over my clit ring and bites firmly at the nipple not being pinched by Matt. Both actions are a welcome addition to the still steady, but now less intense stroking of Matt’s cock in my cunt. If this keeps up, I know my orgasm is only minutes away. But it doesn’t keep up, and once again using my ponytail for leverage, Matt turns us both to face the back wall of the building and moves us forward until my upper torso presses against it, and the rough bricks brush against my sensitive nipples. He then resumes his tireless motion, once again pushing tip to root in and out of my swollen and now tortured sex.
This man is a pussy Terminator! No longer tentative, gentle, or reserved, and with the wall to give him counter pressure, Matt now plows in and out roughly, and as deeply and savagely as he can. Each thrust stopping only when his cock head meets my battered cervix. It feels incredible; pleasure almost to the point of pain. But even this doesn’t last long enough.
Suddenly Matt completely withdraws and spins me around to face him. Closing the distance between us, he wraps his left hand around my throat and squeezes while pressing his full weight against me. I can feel his chest heaving from his previous exertion, and I find myself wheezing from the choking of his hand at my neck.
Stooping slightly, Matt uses his right hand to lift my left leg up and wrap it around his waist, whispering in my ear, “Keep it there.”
Reaching between our bodies, he grabs his turgid member and guiding back between my swollen pussy lips, rams it home. Then, switching hands on my throat while giving me a chance for one deep breath, he repeats the process, lifting my other leg and placing it too, around his waist and locking my ankles behind his back. Using the wall as support, Matt again begins pushing his full length and girth in and out of my tingling pussy.
Finally, he lifts me away from the wall, taking all of my weight onto his hips, until I’m suspended in midair on his huge cock, driving it deeper inside me than ever before. I feel like the head might actually enter my womb! I cling to his neck with both arms and hang on, whimpering in pleasure at every thrust.
Matt turns the two of us around until he’s facing Conner, and once more there is unheard communication between the two men and I figure whatever they have planned must be about to take place.
Conner steps closer to me and runs his hands from my shoulders to the small of my back, sending a shiver down my spine. With his breath on the back of my neck, I feel Conner’s cock nudging against my pussy where it’s already split by Matt’s even larger tool. Could this be their plan? Are they going to try and stuff both of these monsters inside my little crevice at the same time!? There’s no way! But at the same instant I hope that they’re going to try.
Instead, within a few seconds Conner adjusts his angle and his position and his intention becomes VERY clear when the head of his cock slides across my taint and comes to rest against the rosebud of my asshole and begins to push its way in. They intend to double-fuck me! One huge cock in my ass and another bigger one in my pussy, half-naked, standing up, outdoors, in an alleyway, behind a now VERY crowded bar, and I can’t wait!
The two men are now a study in opposites. While Conner pushes slowly into my ass, he whispers in my ear, “It won’t hurt. I’ll go slow and easy. Tell me if I need to stop. Are you ok? If you don’t like it I’ll stop.”
At the same time, still balls deep in my pussy and still with his hand around my throat, Matt snarls in my other ear, “Yeah, you like this dontcha? You like having my fat cock in your cunt while he slides into your dirty asshole. You can’t wait til we’re both inside you, fucking the shit out of you. You probably hope that every person in that bar comes out and watches so they can see you begging us to cum all over your face and making you lick our dicks clean, even Conner’s after he pulls out of your ass. Yeah, you like being choked and bitten. Hell, you probably like being slapped and spanked too, right?”
And to emphasize his point, he slaps me right across the face, just hard enough to leave a faint red mark, and just the way I apparently not-so-secretly like it. I am in Heaven.
At the same time Matt tells Conner to smack my ass. “Slap her ass, Conner. This one likes it! Dontcha? Answer me! Tell us how much you like it!”
Delirious now, I am barely aware that Conner is all the way embedded in my ass and the boys have started fucking me simultaneously at a furious pace. In fact it’s not until Conner smacks my ass hard, raising a welt, that I begin muttering, “God yes! Fuck my ass. Stretch my cunt. Don’t stop! Choke me, slap me. I’m your slut, your whore. Just fuck me! Oh god, oh Christ!”
I begin to shudder and shake and Matt even lets go of my throat, afraid I might pass out. Instead I let out a huge sigh and start into a massive orgasm, girl-cum shooting out of my cunt no less than three times. The boys don’t miss a beat though, keeping up their pace and intent on getting theirs until finally Conner blurts out, “I can’t hold back anymore!” and pulls out.
Matt answers, “I’m ready too!” He unlocks my ankles from behind his back, stands me shakily on my feet, and then he too pulls out.
Knowing what’s expected of me, I drop to my knees, back onto my improvised pad while the guys position themselves in front of me, their faces bright red, stroking their cocks and holding back their loads until just the right moment.
Without warning, jet after jet of hot wet cum begins to splatter into my open mouth, onto my tongue, and across my double D tits. The ropes of white jizz fly so fast from both spurting cocks that I quickly lose count somewhere around nine, but eventually I manage to stuff a cock into my mouth. From its size and taste, I know the cock belongs to Conner. His cum is sweet and milky in texture, and mixed with the taste of my own ass it’s incredible!
Conner shoots off twice in my mouth before Matt pushes him aside and takes his place. Matt’s spunk tastes completely different than Conner’s. It’s much thicker with a nutty flavor almost like almonds, mixed with a heavy dose of my recent orgasm.
When Matt’s cock finally stops pulsing and shooting out spunk, I begin doing my best to suck and lick clean every inch of it, but I’m immediately distracted by a flash. At first I figure it’s just Conner with my cell phone but he’s still standing in front of me. Looking toward the source I see the cute girl from inside the bar. The one that had been hanging out with Conner, Matt, Tony, and the others, and in her hand is a digital camera.
While I go on licking Matt’s cock clean and eventually move on to Conner’s, Matt says, “Geez, Sam. When did you get here?”
Sam giggles and retorts, “Not soon enough apparently. Actually I got here just in time to see Tony heading off down the alley. I was about to follow him when I spotted you three. I decided to stay and watch. I had my camera and I was taking pictures the whole time. I can’t believe none of you noticed!”
Looking a little sheepish, Conner says, “I guess we were kinda busy.”
Sam shoots him a look that says no duh then replies, “I guess so. Looked like a lot of fun. Wish I had been invited.”
Finished with my clean up “chores”, and figuring it was about time for me to step in, I start to stand, but Sam shouts, “No, wait. Let me get one more picture first.”
So there I pose topless, my skirt bunched at my waist, kneeling on an old discarded sweatshirt in a back alley, with a cock in each hand and two loads of cum dripping off my chin, splattered across my tits, running down my stomach to pool in my belly button, and some of it even making it all the way down to gather and drip of the lips of my abused and just beginning to be sore (But in that good way) pussy, and I know the picture will be perfect. Mission accomplished.
And as I explain the Mission to Sam, find my shirt and say my goodbyes to the boys, Sam walks over and says, “Here, take the memory card from my camera and download the pics. There’s even some of me on there that you might find… interesting. Anyway, when you’re done, get in touch. I programmed my number into your phone.” Then stepping in closer, until our bodies almost touch, she leans down and sucks my left nipple into her mouth licking away a big glob of semen resting there.
Standing back up she says, “Mmmm… that’s Matty’s.”
Then looking me in the eye and leaning in, Sam licks up a long string of cum that stretches from the dimple in my chin all the way to the corner of my mouth. Smacking her lips just a little bit, she murmurs, “And there’s Conner.”
The next thing I know, her tongue is in my mouth as the two of us kiss deeply, and when it’s over Sam says, “And if you have any more Missions to complete, gimme a call. I’m VERY… resourceful.”
Then Sam turns and walks arm in arm with Conner and Matt back around the corner and presumably back into the bar. I wonder how many people they’ll tell and who’ll do more talking, the boys or Sam.
I walk away in the opposite direction, my tank top flung over my shoulder, not even bothering to put it back on and not even caring. In fact I decide I’m going to walk the whole way home like this just to prove I will and to see who notices and what happens. Turns out, something DID happen, and it was awesome! Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime, or maybe I’ll tell you what happened when Sam and I finally did get together…
13 comments
That was amazing Kat. Loved it.
Oh my looking forward to hear all about your next mission
This one was great very well done
I may never watch porno again…your narrative drew me in immediately. I held out til the end and now I’m feisty and feigning for the next chapter to read…you have a gift
Wow, such a great well written very sexy story, Much more please
Hells yeah
Oh what a night…for you, Matt, Conner, Tony and Sam. Mission accomplished!
Great story, looking forward to reading about you and Sam
WOW!!
Now that's a challenge to enjoy! Great story!!