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Perverted Posse-1
When I was in college I hung out with what was known as the Perverted Posse. We were a group of young men dedicated to engaging in whatever today is called gonzo sex. We were mostly straight, at least we never overtly tried to have sex with one another. Instead, we would tag team getting it on with women at sex parties. The closest we ever got to having sexual contact with one another was when we were horny enough to double penetrate a pussy with two cocks, and that happened more often that you might imagine. There was always a heightened sense of excitement and pleasure feeling your cock slide in and out a hot wet cunt while rubbing against a buddy's slippery hardon. The sensation of two dicks rubbing against each other was definitely a turn on. It usually didn't take long for one of the boys to shoot his load deep inside a willing female participant and his buddy get off on the sensation of warm cum flooding around his own cock firmly rammed up inside the same lucky vagina. The only problem was finding women horny enough who wanted to get torn up with two cocks at once.
The usual order of things at our parties was to get drunk and just start screwing. This was easier said than done. There was never a lack of girls willing to screw their brains out when loosened up with enough alcohol. And we had a convenient place to hold these parties. There were ten, sometimes twelve of us in the posse. Five of us, me included, shared the rent on an old five bedroom home built in the 1890s. It had plenty of space for entertaining and our landlord, Vern, appreciated renting to a bunch of young sexually charged college boys because we always welcomed him to join us. He was in his late 60s but still in reasonable shape for an older guy. And he had a full head of gray hair that matched the hair on his chest and pubes.Vern reminded me of a wiry tough old miner who wandered the desert looking for gold. He always had a deep tan. His face was weathered and wrinkled from all of the construction and renovation work he did buying and converting old homes into apartments for college students. But we got a great deal on the rent of the old house we leased from him. It only had one large upstairs bathroom that we all shared. And our landlord, bless him, didn't worry about us wrecking his property because he had firm plans to tear it apart and break it into five or six apartments when we moved out and there was no pressure to move. So, we took advantage of his leniency and painted the walls of all the rooms bright colors that didn't show splash stains too much. White paint would have been too revealing. We hung Indian print cloth to cover ceiling lights. All the doors were removed and replaced with beaded curtains. Lots of rock and roll bands' poster of the era were plastered everywhere on the walls. The smell of patchouli incense permeated the whole place and our pride and joy, the centerpiece of our "home", was a large brass hooka in the living room with six mouth pieces for sitting in a group and smoking weed. We had a classic hippie palace of the era. It was a cliche, but very comfortable.
There's something else about Vern, our landlord, that I should mention. One of his memorable features wasn't just his wiry tough physique. It was his dick. He packed a big fat uncut dong that always seemed to hang almost to his knees. It was so fat that we gave him the nickname Spudfucker, because it looked like he had a long fat potato hanging from his crotch. But no problem. Spudfucker was proud of his nickname. And he was always horny. He was so horny that when he hung out with us he'd joke and tease us suggesting we get naked suck each other off. He definitely didn't have a problem having sex with women or men. But he let us know that the option was there if we were interested. We kind of kept him at a distance whenever he mentioned we could just as easily play with each others' dicks instead of always waiting to have a woman around.
One evening we'd arranged a good group of eight young coeds who had expressed one time or another that they were interested in an orgy. One of the chicks was a girl in my evening Econ 101 class who always flirted with me. Her name was Vicky. She was sort of a dishwater blond about 5'5", slender with an amazing set of grapefruit-sized breasts and a sweet bubble butt of an ass. At first we'd fucked a couple of times at night after class on the lawn of the Poly Sci building. The Poly Sci building was built on the edge of a small grassy ravine where the Agriculture Department had created a large botanical garden of native trees and bushes. It was a common place for folks to scurry off and make out or just fuck. Even during the day the area was very active. But when it got dark at night you could hardly walk ten feet in any direction without tripping over a couple fucking like rabbits. I spent a lot to time there because it was easy for me to pick up girls who were just interested in fucking. I'd sit about five feet away from a couple going at it. Sitting down near by rarely scared them off. I'd undo my pants, lean back on the grass and then let my hard dick stick out. That usually was enough to get the attention of a girl whose boyfriend had just shot his load without getting her off. It also caught the attention of some of their boyfriends, too. But I was really only interested in the girls. In fact, my time spent cruising couples fucking in that ravine is where I developed a hankering for dipping my dick into sloppy seconds or what we called a wet deck. More times than not a girl was already worked up and hot when her boyfriend would dump his load in her and couldn't keep going leaving her frustrated. A soft "Hello. Can I help you take care of that?" was an easy introduction to take over and enjoy a warm juicy pussy full of cum. I was always ready to fuck long enough so the girls could get themselves off on my dick. Sometimes I could get them to cum more than once. After a while I began to prefer a warmed up pussy rather than putting all the work into convincing a girl to let me fuck her by spending an evening working up to it on a date.
Anyway, Vicky from my Econ 101 class always seemed to be horny. I'd fucked her at least once a week steadily for two months and she was always ready and into it. If she ever had a period and didn't want to fuck it must have only lasted a couple of days, because she was always fresh and horny for a long pounding. On the evening of this particular orgy she called and asked if she could bring a couple of friends. I assumed she meant girlfriends. So imagine my surprise when she showed up with a couple of cases of Mexican beer, a gorgeous brunette a few years younger than her, and an older man. Yup. She'd brought a guy who was at least twice her age. The young brunette was her little sister. I forget her name. But the older man introduced himself as Gus.
"Hi, I'm Gus. I'm Vicky's father." The grin on his face was disarming. I was speechless. But if we wanted to get at Vicky's and her younger sister's delicious pussies Gus was part of the deal. I didn't know how my buddies would react to an older dude getting into the mix. But as it turned out, no one really seemed to care.
The party was slow to get started. They usually are. Even though everyone knows why they are there people still seem to be hesitant to be the first to start. What was originally the dining room of our old house had a regulation-size billiard table in the middle of it. The felt was covered with stains from so many having sex on it. I passed around a couple of six packs of beer to the guests loitering around the pool table and returned to the kitchen where most of the guests were mingling. When I made it back to the dining room I was amazed to see Gus ramming his considerable hardon into the pussy of a beautiful long haired red head -- my best friend's girlfriend. And she was definitely into having Gus ravish her tight cunt. Well, that was the whole idea for having the party, straight on hard sex. And Gus wasn't holding back. His shirt was open and his pants were still around his ankles, but his dick was pumping steadily into the girl with abandon. Most of my posse eventually gathered around to cheer them on. And my best friend? He was behind her holding back her hair.
Soon everyone was chanting "Gus! Gus! Gus!" along with his steady thrusts. He paused long enough to climb onto the pool table on his back while still keeping his hardon deep inside the girl. She straddled him and fucked herself on Gus' pole. A couple of girls pulled off his boots, pants and underwear while he lay flat on the pool table. And my best friend's girl used Gus's thick veiny dick as her personal dildo, bouncing up and down on him with her eyes rolled back in her head. Too much cheering and loud encouragement started her to have a series of orgasms, one building up upon the last one when she moaned so loud I was afraid she would wake the dead. As she relaxed there was loud applause from everyone watching. She slowly dismounted Gus leaving string of thick pussy juice trailing behind her.
Gus wore a big happy smile and encouraged, "OK. Who is next?" He hadn't shot his load and was still primed for more. I have to say he looked inviting, even to me. His flat muscled stomach put most of us younger men to shame. His late 40 year-old body showed off what working out could do to keep a man fit. A couple of girls reached for his dick at the same time but they worked it out. Only one would mount his amazing tool and she was more than ready for the event. A pert blonde girl in a short skirt and tank top crawled onto the table. She was barefoot and had prepared for the moment by having removed her panties. She pulled up her short skirt to straddle Gus. It took her a couple of attempts and once she had grabbed Gus' impressive tool she squeezed him into her trying to take the whole thing at once. It was bigger than she could easily manage. She stopped and gave out a little whine. A couple of other women helped her pull her skirt and tank top over her head. Then everyone had a clear view of seeing the fat head off Gus' hardon spread apart the inside lips of her pussy. He didn't force her. They waited for a minute until she relaxed enough squatting over hime to take more inside her.
As she relaxed the blonde girl slowly took in more. When she'd got half of him up inside her she began to gently move up and down on his hard and impressive cock. Gus rolled his eyes in pleasure. You could tell he had a difficult time holding back. But he didn't do anything except lay on his back smiling. Soon the blond was sliding herself up and down with ease. She was enjoying herself taking Gus up to the the hilt. The room was quiet except for the flap, flap, flap sound they made each time the blonde's crotch slammed against Gus's pubes. After about five minutes of working herself on Gus she pulled off of him with a pop and planted her stretched pussy over his willing mouth. She ground herself against his face and Gus seemed to enjoy it more than fucking. She moaned as he fucked her with his tongue. Saliva and pussy juice were smeared all over his face and he never looked happier. As he muff dived the cute little blonde another redhead I recognized from biology class removed her bra and panties and mounted Gus in a reverse cowgirl. All this woman wanted was a dick up inside of her and to get fucked. The three put on quite a show for everyone inspiring my assembled buddies to hug their intended victims from behind and begin fucking in earnest. The place had become a vagina buffet with five or six girls leaned forward around the pool table each with a nicely endowed posse member sliding in and out from behind.
The redhead suddenly began to cum and gave out a sexy growl rather than just a moan. That's all I could stand. I couldn't watch anymore. As the redhead dismounted and crawled off of Gus I grabbed her legs, pulled her forward to the end of the table, and dove for her sloppy wet pussy. I clamped onto her stretched out twat like a suction cup and tongued her clit as ferociously as possible. She tasted like cunt. I was overwhelmed but I kept up my assault for a good seven or eight minutes. The redhead seemed to appreciate it. When I eventually came up for air she slid off of the table and grabbed my hand. She wanted more and led me over to the living room sofa.
"Here, baby. Let me have a taste of that thing straining inside your pants." She undid the belt buckle and unbuttoned my Levis, pulling everything down to my ankles. My cock sprung out like a pop up toy. I was proud to notice she took in a quick breath acknowledging that I was much bigger than she had anticipated. Even though she could only get the head of my cock in her mouth I still enjoyed the attention. She pushed me back indicating that she was going to find some way to take more of me in her mouth. I just laid my head back and closed my eyes. And I was surprised to discover she could get my giant cock head and at about five inches of hard dick into her mouth. But she couldn't deep throat me. When I finally opened my eyes to enjoy the sight of her going down on me I was surprised to find Walt, my best friend, on his knees and pounding deep inside her. "Oh, yeah," I suddenly remembered, "Walt's into big old nasty red heads." He gave me a wink. I raised my right hand and gave him a feeble wave.
From the noises in the dining room I could tell most people had created a meat pile on the pool table. The chanting had been replaced with loud panting, groans, and occasional squeals. Walt increased his tempo. My redheaded benefactor held still with my cock in her mouth and Walt gave out a long deep grunt as he dumped his load deep inside her inner sanctum. It was his first load of what would be a long night. Walt took advantage of extending the warm wet sensation that still pleasured his dick by holding himself inside her while he slowly deflated. When he finally opened his eyes he gave me a wink and let his cock plop out on it's own accord.
"That was most excellent," he complimented the girl. She looked up at me with pleading eyes. She hadn't had an orgasm despite Walt's best intentions. And she was ready to have more than one. I nodded to her. She removed her mouth from my dick and settled back on the couch presenting me with her open legs. I moved in to get a good look at Walt's load. She threw her head back as I parted her swollen cunt lips. I moved in close to see a small stream of Walt's deposit begin to escape. It was a thick and creamy white with a slightly yellow/green tint. I dipped my tongue into the mess and sucked it up. It tasted like cum alright. As I mentioned, I'd developed a fetish for enjoying sloppy seconds and in doing so I had learned to enjoy cleaning a woman out afterwards. The early sampling of Walt's load just horned me up even more. I quickly assumed the position, putting the head of my cock at the entrance of her juicy hole, and slowly pushed in. She gasped. I gasped, too. The sensation of sliding into her slick, wet, hot, and rigid hole was intoxicating. She was ready for some stiff action.The walls of her vagina tightened around me making the old in and out routine just that much more exciting. Walt had a much fatter dick than mine. But that didn't seem to have made a difference in how she would respond to the sensation of my cock filling her up. I rubbed little circles on her engorged clit at the same time with two fingers of my right hand. She obviously was a master of doing kegels. She would expand and contract in opposition to my plowing her sweet hole. I took a mental note of the moment. This woman knew how to fuck and I wanted to experience her many more times during what would be the remainder of my college career.
Sitting on my knees I leaned back spreading her legs farther apart so I could get all of me inside of her. She was agreeable and I didn't encounter any resistance. But she could sure clamp down tight around my hard cock. And she could groan in a way that turned me on even more. We kept at it for at least 20 minutes during which I could feel her vaginal walls contract hard around me each time she had a sustained orgasm. I wanted to fuck longer, but she said in a loud whisper, "I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you flood my insides." And that was that. I shot sorties of cum deep inside her wonderful hot hole. I know it was only a short time of ecstasy, but my memory of dumping my load seems as if it was a protracted couple of minutes. In reality, probably only 30 seconds. But a climax is a climax. And I had a great climax.
We stayed connected with her on her back and me on my knees. It took a long time for my hardon to go down. As I looked at my cock planted inside her I could see that whatever Walt had left up inside her was now just a thick white froth covering her trimmed pubes and my crotch. I reached down to scoop up some with my index finger. I tasted it. It still tasted like cum. And even though I had just spent a huge load I wanted more. As we waited for my cock to plop out a familiar face showed up grinning ear to ear.
"Looks like you two know how to enjoy yourselves," said Gus. He stood naked and stood above us looking down and grinning. He bent down and gave the redhead a soft kiss. She accepted and then stuck her tongue down his throat, holding his open mouth tightly against her own. When she let him loose he fell to his knees and stared at the spooge covering my cock and the entrance of her pussy. "You going to clean that up?" he asked.
The question shocked me. Yeah. I wanted a taste. But I hadn't thought of eating out my own cream pie. "Uh, yeah. I guess so," I replied a bit defensively.
"You mind if I have a little taste?" Gus reached down around the redhead's pussy lips with me still filling her cunt.He helped himself to a scoop of a couple of fingers. He put them in his mouth sucking off all the spent cum.
"Yeah. That's sweet." he nodded and still smiling. "Mind if I hold her open for you so you can get in deep?" he asked. He talked as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do, as if asking if you would pass the salt and pepper at breakfast.
My cock plopped out and I knelt down between the redhead's legs. Gus leaned in and spread her pussy lips apart, holding the redhead open so I could scoop out more spent jizz with my curled tongue. I licked around the outside of her pussy cleaning as much of the frothy stuff as I could locate and made a big show of enjoying it.
"That's a good boy," Gus whispered in my ear. "Clean up all that cum. Get your tongue deep inside her and suck it out." And I did. The redhead began to moan softly. I'd been careful to pay attention to her clit which was swollen hard and pink. She still had plenty of more orgasms in store for her that evening. Gus moved one hand over her clit and gently rubbed small circles in the quickly drying wetness. This sort of annoyed me because as he rubbed her he kept bumping my nose.
I finally came up for air and fell back on the couch. "Now let's clean up you, baby," said the redhead. She slid off the couch and got on her knees so she could clean the drying cum on my softened cock . . . and there was a lot of it. There was also plenty of frothy white stuff covering my groin and lower stomach which she was interested in getting at. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. It felt great. And then I realized two people were licking me clean. I looked down to see the redhead and Gus making a picnic out of all the cum they were able to lick up . . . and then share. They took turns sucking in my soft dick and swirling it around in their mouths. And when I was supposedly squeaky clean, the redhead reached between her legs and was able to produce a decent handful of cum I hadn't been able to reach. She fed it to Gus, dripping it into his open mouth from her fingers and he was into it. They locked lips and swapped it between their mouths until it was gone.
I should have been more surprised, but I wasn't. They'd broken me in good. I'd eaten cum out of girlfriends before. And the idea of cleaning out some other guys dripping load was also something I'd done before. Not often. But I had done it. But I'd never had another man clean me up. So, the surprise was a gentle one and not altogether gross. When Gus and the redhead were finished they both pressed their mouths against mine and stuck their tongues down my throat at the same time. This got me aroused. Something went "ding" in the back of my head and my cock started to fill out. However, it didn't fill out enough that I had a rigid hardon.