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by Pamela Cougars

  In front of her, Jackson had pulled his dick from his pants and was standing in front of her. She took it into his mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of Tyson, pleasuring herself as she bobbed her head back and forth on Jackson’s enormously thick cock. Her mouth was stretched almost uncomfortably wide but she relished the feeling of him in her mouth. She started to hump Tyson harder, her body responding to the arousal of the cock in her mouth, and after a moment he pulled her off of him quickly and rolled out from underneath her.

  Susan pulled her face away from Jackson and felt someone take her by the waist from behind, then flip her over so that her back was on the carpet. Edward was between her legs then and wasted no time in shoving himself inside of her, fucking her brutally, harder than she thought anyone ever could. He held her ankles wide apart, his arms outstretched, and pumped his hips in and out while she moaned and moaned beneath him. She loved how all of their cocks were different, how each of their faces reflected the lust she was feeling.

  Susan reached out and took Will and Jackson’s cocks in each hand, jerking them both as Edward fucked her. It was only a moment before Jackson came on her cheek and she turned her head to catch the rest of it between her lips. She swallowed the warm, tangy fluid and turned her face in the other direction to wrap her lips around the head of Will’s cock as Jackson leaned down and licked her face clean of his cum.

  Meanwhile, Edward was still pounding at her so hard it felt as if his hips were leaving bruises against the lips of her pussy. She didn’t mind. She was in ecstasy. When Edward pulled out, there was a moment of emptiness, a moment when she needed to be filled before Will took his place and began fucking her more gently than the previous man, more rhythmically, his hips arching inside of her to hit her g-spot over and over. He fucked her like that for what seemed like a long time until he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and slipped his cock inside of her pussy from behind. Tyson was there waiting, his cock positioned in front of her face, and she began to roll her tongue around it, teasing the head and the vein along the bottom, bobbing her head back and forth in rhythm with Will’s thrusting inside of her pussy.

  Susan let out a loud cry around Tyson’s cock when Will reached around her to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples with his fingers. Tyson came in her mouth at the sound of it, at the feel of the vibrations along his length, and she barely had time to swallow his cum before he pulled out and Edward took his place. Edward didn’t give her a chance to begin moving her head before he held it still and began fucking her mouth, making her gag around the head of his cock as he thrust back into her throat. He pulled out when she struggled and she drooled over him, her face red and hot, and then she took him in her hand and brought him back so that he could continue fucking her mouth.

  She felt Will pull out of her and then felt the tip of his head press against her asshole. Susan froze while he eased inside of her, the natural lube from her pussy making it easier to take him in her ass. She squeaked when he buried himself to the hilt and felt someone stroke her hair—Tyson probably—and ask her if she was okay. She nodded with Edward’s cock in her mouth and relaxed as Will slowly began moving in and out of her ass, his hand wrapped around her body to rub her clit, to ease the full, stretched feeling of his cock in her asshole.

  When Edward came in her mouth, she told them all to stop after she swallowed, and kissed them each softly before pushing Jackson onto the floor and mounting him, knowing the only feeling that would distract her from her ass being stretched was to have her pussy filled by his hugely thick cock. She moaned loudly as she began to ride and felt someone lift her hips just slightly, then heard Tyson moan as he eased into her ass and began fucking her gently. Susan was growing to enjoy the feeling of a dick in her ass and thrust back against it, then thrust forward to push Jackson completely inside of her. Will left the room to clean himself and for a moment she simply lost herself in the feeling of being plugged in both holes, of having two cocks stuff her completely.

  Something was missing, though, and when Will came back she begged for him to fuck her mouth. He grinned at her and obliged, rocking his hips forward and backward inside of her throat, filling her third hole so that she was taken at every angle. Still, she wasn’t satisfied. She wanted them all four at once. She told Edward to position himself on the other side of her face and alternated sucking his and Will’s cocks. Susan came so hard it nearly propelled her upward and off of Jackson’s cock but she held firm, pushed forward anyway by the force of Tyson thrusting into her asshole.

  “Good girl,” he cooed, stroking her spine with his fingertips. “You’re doing so well.”

  Beneath her, Jackson wrapped his arms around her back and held her still as he came inside of her, flooding her pussy with his hot, thick cum. She felt it dripping down her thighs when he slid out from underneath her and left her pussy wanting again. She just couldn’t get enough cock to make her happy. Susan bid Tyson pull out of her and got up, bending herself forward over the table in the center of the room, her ass in the air and her legs spread.

  Edward approached her from behind and when she looked back at him she bit her lip, knowing he would ravage her wherever he put his cock. She thought she was ready for it, and so when he raised his eyebrows at her she reached back and spread her cheeks to indicate that she wanted him to fuck her ass raw. The man bit his lip and grinned and slammed into her ass without further warning, beginning to brutalize her tight hole so viciously she thought she might collapse. He pinned her waist to the table to hold her still and drove in and out, then laughed when she started moving back to meet his thrusts, to take him deeper.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said, slowing himself down, his body shaking behind her. “You like that, huh?”

  “Mhm,” she purred, grinding and writhing against him. He reached below and pushed two fingers into her pussy, teasing her with them as he fucked her ass. She came on his hand more than once, unable to stop herself, and moaning and clenched her asshole over his cock each time. It took him only moments afterward to pull out and squirt on her ass. She felt it, hot and thick, dripping down into her asshole as she waited for the next man.

  It was Will. He chose her pussy this time but used the tip of one finger to massage the other man’s cum in and around her asshole. He pushed one, then two fingers in while his cock rocked sweetly in and out of her, providing the raw skin with the relief of gentle fucking. The man knew how to work a pussy, knew just where to hit inside of her to make her cream all over him. He twirled his fingers deep inside of her ass as he worked, pumping his hips in and out, making her moan and shout and shudder against the table.

  “Such a sweet sound,” he breathed. “Such a sweet pussy. You ever done this before?”

  She shook her head. “I’m a virgin.”

  He paused behind her and she felt his cock twitch and tremble within her.

  “A fucking virgin?” he asked, and when she turned to look at him he was looking back at Tyson. “She was a virgin?”

  Tyson shrugged. “It’s what she wanted.”

  “Stop talking and fuck me, Will,” she said, and all of them laughed, heavy male voices echoing through the room.

  “A virgin,” he said in awe, and fucked her for a few minutes longer before pulling out and spilling on her back so that she was covered in two men’s semen. And she wanted more. But she needed a break.

  Susan made to stand but found that she couldn’t walk very far. She relished the feeling of the pain that was hitting her all over, relished the feeling of the cum dripping off of her body. Tyson took her elbow and helped her to sit down in the chair and she winced, then allowed her body to relax as she rested. She gazed at the naked men all around her and felt her pussy swelling and throbbing for more just at the sight of it. The whole situation was so erotic—so much sexier than anything she had ever imagined, and she thought she could die happy with one more run.

  Tyson knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheek with his hand, drawing her
forward for a kiss.

  “All good?” he asked. She nodded and kissed him again. Her pussy was sore and raw and so the feeling when he put his mouth there and started licking her in gentle caresses was like heaven to Susan. She spread her legs and let it happen as the other men milled about, using the restroom or drinking or talking while waiting for her to be ready again.

  Everyone else seemed to disappear, though, with the feeling of Tyson’s mouth on her pussy. He licked in soft but firm strokes from top to bottom, sucked her clit with gentle lips and nipped at it just barely until she came in his mouth. His hands massaged her thighs as he held them apart and then moved back to grab her ass as to pull her closer to his face. He ate her with so much tenderness it made her ache for something rougher, and so after a few moments she slid out of the chair and bid him sit in it, then positioned herself between his legs and wrapped her mouth around his cock. He tasted like sweat and semen already and it made her lick her lips before she started moving her head back and forth to push him into her throat. Tyson groaned and held her hair back so that he could watch her face as she took him back and forth between her lips. She met his eye and he smiled at her, biting into his lip, and began to gently lift his hips in time with her bobbing.

  “You’re catching on quick,” he breathed, taking her head into his hands and pushing it up and down. At the same time, she felt someone lift her up and settled underneath her. Jackson’s cock pressed against her asshole and she lowered herself delicately onto it, pulling her face away from Tyson and biting into her lip so hard it bled. She felt stretched beyond capacity, beyond her limit, but the feeling was so sensual that she began bouncing up and down in slow strokes, pushing him deeper, filling herself further. Susan slid two of her fingers into her pussy, fucking herself in beckoning strokes, rubbing her clit with her palm. She was moaning and whimpering when Tyson stood up and began to jerk himself off above her face. She opened her mouth to catch his semen when he came and then Will and Edward were there, too, and within moments all three had cum on her face and she was licking their salty fluids from her lips while she bounced Jackson in and out of her asshole. She came, her face warm and dripping wet, and Jackson followed soon after, filling her asshole with his cream.

  When everyone was spent, after he had caught his breath, Tyson lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the boardroom, pushing through the door of his office and into the bathroom across the room. He ran a shower for her and sat her down, then lovingly washed her hair and her skin, taking his time to let his hands soothe every part of her. She winced and sighed when his soapy hands ran between her legs, over her pussy and then her asshole, and he massaged the soap in before rinsing her off with a rag. He cleaned himself as well and then helped her out of the tub, telling her to hold her arms up as he toweled her off before giving her one of his shirts to wear. It was loose and soft on her skin, soothing where she was raw, and she kissed him sweetly as he got dressed and they made their way into the boardroom. The other three men were dressed already, standing around and drinking when she entered on unsteady legs.

  “Feeling alright?” asked Edward, leaning down to kiss her cheek. For some reason, that made her blush, and they all laughed at her as she sat down in one of the chairs and looked around at them. So handsome, she thought, and didn’t regret a moment of her time with them. She was fully prepared, too, for Tyson to take her home and give her some one-on-one time before the next day.

  “So,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Do I get that raise?”

  Tyson stroked her cheek with a finger, then leaned down to kiss her.

  “And a vacation day,” he said. And she smiled.

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  Story 27

  Hank Irons settled in to watch the game. The couch was cheap and stuffing was coming out of one arm onto the fine hardwood floors. Hank had no good excuse to still have the couch. It was one that he had bought with his first paycheck after getting married years ago. He could afford better now even with the alimony, but he had won the couch in the divorce. It had gotten ugly and expensive, so Hank remembered every piece he had taken off his wife in the settlement. The couch was one. The Elvis tapestry on one wall of the living room was the other. It might be time for both to go, but they were trophies of a hard fought victory. He was keeping them. It would be like tossing out mounted deer heads that a man had hunted up himself. His ex-wife had taken those, so he was keeping the ratty couch and bigger than life velvet Elvis out in full view.

  It was old, fat, sweaty Elvis from the Vegas years too. Hank felt a kinship to this latter day Elvis. Hank was forty, but he was fit and cut. He worked hard and he played hard. He looked good enough to bring home some young, hot trophies from the clubs most weekends too.

  This weekend was pizza, wings, beer, and football. He hadn’t gone out or brought anyone home. It was a private party for him, Vegas Elvis, and old couch. Hank tipped an open beer up toward Elvis’s open, velvet mouth.

  Hank smiled. “No, you’re the king.”

  Hank took a deep swallow. This was a passing out on the couch kind of afternoon and he intended to pour enough beer down to see that plan along.

  They even captured the blue drops of fat Elvis’s flying sweat in crushed velvet. It was a gaudy thing of beauty and it was all his.

  They were still on the pre-game jabber with old athletes playing experts telling who had the advantage in the game. Hank shook his head. He knew a man had to work, but there was something sad about watching old heroes comment on a game they couldn’t play any longer. Every guy on the screen in a tacky jacket was in his fat Elvis stage of his career.

  Hank smiled and lifted his half empty beer at the wide screen. “No, you’re the fat, sweaty Elvis.”

  The television was really way too big for the room. He had to have special struts mounted on the wall and connected floor to ceiling to hold up the TV. It covered one whole wall. Hank had the couch pushed back all the way to the divider counter and he was still too close. He told himself that he liked to be able to reach over his head to grab food, but the truth was that he had installed a damn movie screen in his living room just to prove that he could. If he watched TV with the lights out, he’d probably damage his eyes and the neighbors would come to the window to investigate the strange light.

  Hank’s house was on the corner, so the neighbor’s house was at an odd angle to his. He could see from the living room down into their backyard, side-yard, and driveway. The house had been vacant for a while, but Phil up the street had said a couple was moving in.

  Phil’s exact words were, “The guy is kind of dumpy, but the girl is marriage ending hot.”

  Unfortunately, Hank knew exactly what Phil meant. It was marriage ending hot young girls that had done the trick for Hank’s divorce too.

  He heard a motorcycle roar through the neighborhood with a Doppler Effect that he could feel through the walls of the house. Hank smiled. He had his gigantic TV while Phil had gotten a Harley. If the man ended up divorced, it would probably be about the bike before the girls.

  Hank heard a metal on metal screech outside. It sounded like bad brakes. There was a pump and another screech.

  Hank stood and moved to the living room window. He saw the reverse lights of a box truck pulling into the neighbor’s driveway. Hank frowned. He would have to remember to put on pants in the morning again. He started to step away from the window as the movers got out, but then he stopped himself and kept watching.

  The pair struggled with the latch handle on the back of the truck. It took him a second to realize he was staring at a dumpy fellow kneeling behind the truck and then a smoking hot woman stepping around the corner.


  The gears turned on what Phil had told him earlier and then Hank nodded with understanding. “Oh, self movers. Either saving money or you spent yourself house poor and you had to move yourselves then. God, to be young and stupid again. I would never move my own stuff again.”

  She leaned on the back corner of the truck and Hank got a better view of her figure. His mouth actually dropped open. She had huge tits barely contained in her tee shirt. He wasn’t sure she was wearing a bra. He could see nipples pressing hard through the cotton even from all the way up in his living room. Her blond hair spilled down around her shoulders in golden curls. He could see the icy blue of her eyes. They were almost too blue to be from the real world. Her jeans shorts had white strings coming down from the frayed denim edges that were cut so high that they showed all the leg there was to see. Nothing left to do but rip them loose to reveal that pussy and ass which Hank just somehow knew would be perfect. Phil hadn’t been kidding. This babe was worth every ended marriage. Hank wanted to end her marriage.