Special thanks to Mr. S and Zeal for the support and inspiration. Any and all critiques or comments are welcome at mysweetass95@gmail.com.
The bikini was a hit! Every set of eyes in the place had been glued to my tits and ass for hours. The moment I sashayed out to the pool I could feel the desire hit me. I made sure to walk with some extra bounce in my step, my girls doing me proud. My hips swayed enticingly, guaranteeing as much cloth went up my ass as possible. "This isn't so bad" I thought as I flipped the next batch of patties.
My vacation didn't turn out quite like I expected. In fact, it didn't turn out at all. An hour before I was meant to leave for the airport, Mr. T called me in. He was expecting an old friend to show up shortly. An old friend who had seen my videos and wanted a piece of my ass for himself. We spent half a day waiting for him before giving up.
"What can I say, he was always a bit flakey. Come here." He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer as he undid his pants. "I fucking hate when Sabrina's gone. Her mouth knows how to really relieve stress" he murmured as his hand pushed on my shoulder. A not so subtle hint to start working his dick.
I opened my mouth just as his engorged penis sprung free. It slapped my tongue as if it were trained to home in on cocksuckers. A drop of semen splashed onto my taste buds before I leaned slightly forward and devoured my treat. My hands pulled on his balls gently before I replaced them with my mouth. I let my tongue swish them about before I returned to his shaft.
"Mmmmmmm" I savored the saltiness of his skin.
He started to pump into my mouth. His thrusts becoming erratic as his need to cum grew. "Mmmm. Mmmm." Was all I could muster as his cock forced itself into my throat. He wasn't letting up, his pace growing more and more unsteady. I could feel him swell as his balls emptied themselves. My mouth was flooded with sperm as he shot spurt after spurt into me.
"Get back out onto the floor" he barked. "You can worry about your vacation after Sabrina gets back. I'll make sure you're compensated for everything you put in and a few thousand extra for the trouble."
I slinked away unsure of how to feel. Something was bothering him. Something that apparently only Sabrina's mouth could fix. I couldn't help but feel amused that I was concerned more with what he was going through than having just lost my stay in paradise. My mind vexed me so.
The next two days were pretty routine. Working the bar by myself was incredibly draining, so I felt grateful I wasn't asked to stay for an after hours shift. Grateful, but still disappointed.
"Do you dance?" a curious woman called out to me.
"Just make drinks. What can I get you?" I beamed.
"You really should be a dancer. Tits that nice. You'd make a lot, I'd bet."
I smiled. "I probably would. I just don't have any kind of internal rhythm."
"Bullshit! I saw you dancing while you were pouring those beers."
I smiled politely again. "Yeah...yeah. I can move my hips when I want...I guess."
"How does this work? How do I book you?"
"Book me? For what exactly?" as I carefully eyed her. She was a milf for sure: forty-ish, decent sized chest, pretty face and plush ass. All of that didn't assuage any of my doubts. I had never seen her in the club before so she could've been anyone. "Talk to the big guy" I pointed to one of the bouncers. "He can find you someone to set something up."
She gathered herself and walked over to him. There was a brief exchange before she followed him into the back. "Mr. T's problem now" I thought.
I went back to serving drinks, not noticing her suddenly reappearing after twenty or so minutes. The crowd was too thick to single people out. It was taking everything I had just to keep the drinks flowing. My only reprieves came when a new dancer took to the stage. It granted me precious moments to catch up on orders.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" she screamed at me just as the music died down.
I turned, startled, and flashed my smile to her one final time. Curiosity started creeping into my head immediately. "Tomorrow? For what? Am I finally going to taste some pussy that wasn't mine?" I excitedly thought. I came close quite a few times. Gracie's lovely lower lips were just inches from my mouth during one particular fuck session. I was sure that we would finally hook up when we were out there on the beach. Maybe a late night hot tub gathering that would end with me in between both of their legs. There was a very real chance it would've happened. An even realer chance that Gracie was munching on Sabrina right now.
An hour or two went by before the hustle finally started dying down. All in all, everyone seemed very satisfied. The back rooms looked pretty packed as I started to wonder if I would be prancing over there tonight. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be.
"That's a wrap" I chimed to the last dancer wiggling her ass on her way out. I set about locking the place up when I noticed Mr. T's Maserati was still outside. My curiosity about tomorrow's appointment came rushing back to me. With everyone gone, I could grill him on what was setup for me. I also figured that if I bent over enough times in his presence, he'd just throw me onto the desk and stuff one of my holes.
"....you...fucking...WAIT!!!...MMMMPPPPHHH!!"
"Oh that's good sweetheart. Suck that dick. Suck." I heard coming from Mr. T's office. I didn't recognize the voices.
I didn't hesitate for a second as I barged in. Her piercing blue eyes fixated on me as I entered. She was on her knees, his hand gripping the back of his head as he pushed into her mouth. She was completely nude while he remained in a full suit, his cock jutting out of his unzipped pants. He looked at me quizzically as he kept fucking her face.
"Ooo. You're a born cocksucker" his eyes met mine.
She was gorgeous. Beyond the blue eyes, she had long, dark, straight hair. Not quite raven haired, not quite brunette. Her skin was pale and creamy. Her hips were fuller than mine, more womanly, which suited her frame and demeanor very well. She exuded strength and pride, an almost motherly presence. MILF. Her tits were roughly the same cup size as mine. Gotta love those E's. I'd have guessed her age to be late thirties. She was a sight.
"Sit. I like an audience" he commanded me. I obliged, not sure where he was going with this. Part of me wanted to know who the hell he was, part of me just wanted to watch this woman get fucked.
His hand started moving her head faster and faster. "Are you ready for your protein shake, sweetie?" He arrogantly laughed at her.
"Mmmmpppphhh Mmmmmppphhhh" was all she could manage as her mouth was invaded by baby batter. "Swallow me. Swallow me." as he buried his cock in her throat. I could see the muscles in her neck move as she gobbled his milk down. Anger spread across her face as her cheeks grew flush. "That was fantastic! It's been awhile since I've dropped a load like that, cutie" he mocked as he slapped her cheeks with his dick. He smeared the tip on her lips, ensuring the last few drops made it to her mouth. "Pick the next hole" he smiled. "Come on. Pussy or ass? Pussy or ass? Alright, stand up" he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her forward, bending her over the desk. Memories flooded my head. Her tits were pressed against the hardwood just like mine had been. Mine and dozens of other women. Our eyes met. She was filled with rage but I couldn't look away. I wanted so badly to be in her position. The lust and envy showed on my face. "You'll get a turn later" my gaze catching the suited stranger's attention. "Come on, cutie, pussy or ass? Pick."
"Fuck yo.......UGGGGHHHH.....MOOTTTTHHEEERRR.....FFFUCCKKKKERRR!!!!" she screamed. He picked for her. I smiled at her anal face. The rage had subsided just enough to be mixed with a hint of desire. Her ass was giving way as his hips met her cheeks. He leaned over her. "Come on, cutie. Don't be mad" he started pushing in and out of her, cheeks starting to jiggle. She was relenting as she stared into my eyes. She had the look of a killer and whore mixed into one. His pace quickened as he slammed into her ass. "Take me, sweetie. Take me!" His arm locked around her neck as he pulled back in a kind of sleeper hold. Her tits bounced as her face turned even redder. He owned that ass and she knew it.
"Fuck...Fuck...UGH...Take me!" he spewed out as his pounding grew erratic. Lust was overtaking the anger in her eyes. Another five minutes and his ownership would be absolute.
"mmmmm...." escaped her lips softly
"Come on sweetie!"
"MMMMM!!!" she let out with an increase in volume.
"That's it...that's it....come...come on....cum for me, cutie...cum....for....mee...."
"UUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!" she let out in ecstacy just as he flooded her with more of his baby batter.
"Fucking A!! That was good ass" as he slapped a butt cheek. He pulled out of her and zipped himself up. "Stand up, I want to really look at you" he ordered his conquered piece of ass. I was offered a full view of her amazing body as well. "Do you see this woman?" he gestured towards me. "I love shaved pussy" he happily let out as his finger went inside her.
"Fuck...wow. This stuff is potent! Potent! I can't believe you've had something that could accomplish such an amazing feat all this time. And you managed to keep it a secret??"
It hit me over the head like a ton of bricks. "....Mr...T??" I tepidly asked.
"Not anymore, sweetheart. Not anymore" he tongued her nipples and squeezed her chest. "Miss Lora sounds more appropriate now, wouldn't you agree?"
"More appropriate, yes" Mr. T responded, distracted by the oral assault on his new cleavage.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he threw in my direction.
"Stefanie. I'm the bartender....one of them."
"Stefanie! Wow. Miss Lora just signed you up for a hell of an assignment this afternoon. She almost changed her mind when she saw her" he pointed at the former Mr. T, "but she figured someone younger would be a much better fit. Or could fit more in her? I can't recall. Either way, exciting stuff. I've heard good things, she heard good things. You'll have fun. Lora will send the details later."
"It sounds good."
"Oh right. You came in here for a reason, correct? Or did you just hear me stuffing ol' Tony and think "ME TOO!""
"Both actually."
"I love enthusiasm at the workplace! You've raised these girls right, Tony. Truly. So.....I'm going to spend the rest of tonight sodomizing the new Miss Lora. I haven't forgotten about the incredible camera system you have setup in this office, so I'll be sending videos out to all of the usual suspects first thing tomorrow. I'm sure we'll have plenty of people lining up for a viewing party before the end of the day. In fact, I have about five gentleman who have been waiting for this day, very, very impatiently." His attention turned to me. "I'm sorry you won't be present for that. Miss Lora has to manage this one on her own. I have a feeling she'll do fine though."
I nodded in agreement. I wasn't sure how to process what was happening.
"So what was your conundrum?"
"Excuse me?"
"The reason you came in here in the first place?"
"OH! Right... I wanted details on whatever...Miss Lora...signed me up for. There was a woman earlier, said she'd see me tomorrow."
"Right. Like I said before, Miss Lora will forward the details to you later. If that's all, I want to dunk my balls in her mouth."
Miss Lora was getting back onto her knees as I turned and left. I envied her.
I had ended up passing out rather quickly when I got home. The stress of the day stayed with me, ensuring I entered dreamland as soon as I laid down. I managed a few hours before my door was assaulted by very angry fists.
"What the fuck...Miss Lora??"
"Cute, you fucking cunt! Very cute!"
"Well....Mr. T doesn't really fit now, does it?"
"Fuck you, you fucking cunt! Fucking stupid cunt!" was followed by the crack of his hand slapping my face. I recoiled back and lost my balance, falling to the floor. "Fucking bitch! What am I supposed to do now?! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Did you know he bragged? Of course he bragged. He bragged about everything. After he made me watch the video of me taking it up the ass. And after he made me take it up the ass while watching the video of me taking it up the ass. He told me every fucking thing!!"
I looked confused.
"Sabrina...that FUCKING CUNT!! She did this to me! TO ME!!!!"
I looked even more confused.
"But why....she's your go to girl...you and her had a bond. I don't..."
"He's dead!! The fucking cunt's, fucking cunt of an ex-husband is dead. They put him in some fucked up murder porn. Cut the bastard's throat while he was sucking dick. They filmed the entire thing. When it started taking too long, they split her stomach open and pulled her guts out. Sick shit. Sick shit that that fucking cunt blames me for!! She went to that fucking prick....told him about my vials....the potion I use. Where I kept it, how little I had left of it. Gave him all the details of every fucking thing I do every fucking day. That cunt made it so easy. So fucking easy. She told him about the shit I did to some of their friends....she fucking made it so easy for them!!!" he let out as exhaustion took her. She passed out on the floor seconds later.
"And I'm supposed to feel bad for you?" I pulled myself up. "I have monthly cramps because of you! I have to fucking stuff tampons inside myself and worry about forgetting my morning after pill at breakfast because of you! You made me a cocksucker! Turned me into a fuck toy.......fucking asshole...." The shock of being hit was wearing off.
"Fuck you..." I mumbled to myself as I went back to bed.
A stirring in the kitchen woke me up again a few short hours later. Miss Lora had taken it upon herself to make breakfast. "Sit down" she grumbled as she brought a plate of bacon and eggs to me. "Hash browns will be ready in a minute."
"Are you going to hit me again?"
"No.....just shut up."
"I know how it feels. The confusion after you've been changed. It's hard to handle at first."
"We're not having some bullshit Ellen Degeneres moment, okay. It happened. Now we move on to fixing it."
"Fixing?? You mean you can be changed back??"
"No! Would you let me talk, you stupid bitch?? I don't need to be interrupted even god damned second!!" she threw my hash browns onto my plate. "The potion is permanent. You change once, that's it. You try changing again and you bleed out of your fucking eyes and ears until your head pops."
"So it was that shot you gave me? This potion was in there, right??"
"What did I just say!! ....Yeah. It was in there and you drank it down like a good girl. There's nothing left. That fucker used the last of it on me. The guy I had that made it was killed a decade ago and no one has been able to duplicate his recipe. I don't know what kind of magic shit he put in it....and no one could ever figure it out. He was a Harry Potter wannabe that could actually make things happen....."
"I don't understand....if there's nothing to change you back....how do we fix this?"
"Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.....fixing things is what I do best. First, I find out who Savage has on his side. There must've been a lot of bosses in his corner for him to pull a stunt like this. There are a lot of people who would turn on me if they knew the truth about what happened to some of their friends, family and business associates..... I find them...then take them out, one by one. Then there's Sabrina. She gets a starring role in her own snuff film, gutted just like her asshole husband. And Savage.....I have something special planned for him...."
The determination in her eyes terrified me.
"And what about you? Are you on my side, sweetheart? Or are you another box I'll have to check off the list?"
"I'll do whatever you need Miss Lora, like always."
"Good. For now, do your fucking job. Keep appearances up while I work things out. I have a key to this place so I'll be coming and going as I please. Got it? I'm still your boss. Savage's going to announce the "change" in management today to everyone. To show my appreciation for my new body, I'm being made to suck his dick on stage in front of all the girls. He still wants me running things, day to day, until he's brought up to speed."
I nodded.
"Patience. I just have to have patience. Give me your phone." He started typing something into Google Maps. "Here. I don't know what he set up for you today. A broad came in just after he changed me. Go to that address by noon. Don't be late. She's VIP so don't piss her off, a judge for a nearby district."
"Got it. Noon." as I shoveled some more hash brown into my mouth.
I raced back into my bedroom and slapped together as many random outfits as I could find. I hadn't a clue what I was being requested for so I wanted to be ready for anything. My new bikini, some lingerie...more lingerie, cute dress, workout clothes, more lingerie and heels. All of it was thrown into a duffel and hoisted onto my back. I pranced out as it had already passed 11. Miss Lora didn't acknowledge me as I closed the door.
The car ride over was especially scenic. It was on the ritzy side of the city where front lawns could double as golf courses. The green acres seemed to go on forever with gleaming mansions lining the horizon. It almost distracted me from missing my turn. I was making great time, however, so getting lost wouldn't pose much of a problem. I was more worried that the Judge would be upset that I pulled up to her house a full fifteen minutes early.
"Punctuality! Now that's something I can appreciate!" she startled me from behind. She was still on the phone. "The entertainment managed to get here early. Why is it so difficult for you to do the same??" her voice condescended. She looked as lovely as I remembered her. I thought she might not have looked as beautiful out in the light of day as she did in a crowded nightclub. I was wrong.
"Wait...is that what you're wearing for the party?"
"Umm...party?" I looked around. There were people hustling about everywhere. Men carried speakers off of a truck, pushing me out of the way as they hurried by. Another set was hanging a banner over the front of the house. A third set interrupted us "Ma'am, can you please move your car. You're blocking us in."
"Shit, I'm sorry" I smiled. I looked toward the Judge for direction.
"Park in the garage for now. Hurry up, we need to talk about your wardrobe. I thought you'd have picked something more appropriate for a pool party" she mocked my yoga pants and sports bra.
I raced into my Mini and moved it into the garage. As I got out she stood behind the vehicle with a disappointed look on her face.
"I'm sorry. Things got really busy last night at the club. I wasn't told what to expect or plan for. I brought a lot of different outfits though" as I popped my car's back end open. "You said pool party, right? I have a bikini."
She grabbed it from me and inspected it. "Nice, this will do perfectly. My apologies for snapping, but planning this party has been a nightmare. There's always a last minute screw up somewhere. Come on" she ushered me into the house through the garage door. We made it into the living room which offered a clear view of the pool out back. Technicians were setting up an elaborate sound system. "Change" she commanded me.
"Ummmm....right here?"
"Sure. You're not shy, are you?"
I looked around, her help was staring at me as I pulled my sports bra off. My tits felt like they had been swelling lately. My bras were feeling tighter too. I had the attention of every man in that place as well as the Judge's. She graciously offered to tie the strings on my top for me. She grabbed my chest and squeezed when she finished. "Nice and firm. The boys are going to love you!"
I slid my yoga pants off and immediately heard a crash. We both looked out towards the pool as the guy carrying a speaker stand dropped it on his foot. He wasn't prepared to see my shaved pussy exposed to him. I smiled. The judge laughed. "Back to work!" I slid on my thong and she inspected me again. She cupped my ass and pulled on the thong, giving me an incredible wedgie. "If only I wasn't married. I think I might actually finally try experimenting" she cooed in my ear.
"I could do you both, you know. Anniversary gift to each other...."
"You are too much" she handed me a skirt. It was black and pleated.
"Here. One of the boys' girlfriends left this. It's not meant to cover much." That was obvious as it could've doubled as a belt. I felt it actually accentuated the curve of my ass. The black material went nicely with my orange bottoms.
"So what is this party for? I'm kind of in the dark here."
"Go out back and see for yourself. Do you cook by the way?"
"No. The only thing I know how to make is takeout."
She chuckled. "Sassy one. You tend bar, so you can wait tables, correct?"
"Sure, I can manage that."
"Good. We're doing a barbecue, going all out. Since you can't cook, you can serve. Make sure everyone gets fed."
"No problem" I winked and walked into the backyard. The pool was amazing. HUGE would be an understatement. The entire area was massive. There was a natural wall surrounding the place made of tightly packed trees. I guessed it was there to ensure their privacy. I turned around and saw another banner hanging up. "CONGRATULATIONS STATE CHAMPIONS" it said. "GO SPARTANS" another read.
"So it's a victory party" I said to myself.
"Perceptive" the Judge startled me again. "I'm so proud of those boys. They really pulled together."
"Sooooo, I'm not really just here to wait tables, right? I mean, you could get anyone for that."
"Oh, sweetie, of course not."
"And you know I'm not a dancer? So that stage isn't meant for me....right?"
"No. No. One of the boys likes to DJ. He's very into his music."
"So what else is there for me?"
"Do they always neglect to prepare their employees over at that place?"
"No. Usually there's a whole detailed conversation. Seriously. Yesterday was just a really crazy night."
"Fine, fine. You'll serve them all food and drinks. You'll have fun or at least pretend to have fun for a few hours. Dance that little dance every so often that won me over yesterday."
"Uh huh."
"After their girlfriends go home, don't worry, it won't be too late, the real party will begin. You'll fuck all of them."
"All of them? Wait, as in..?"
"Yes. The entire team, but, don't fret. Not everyone could make it, so the last headcount was only at 36."
"Woah....36?"
"It's a bit of a double celebration really. My son turned 18 just last week. I had been thinking of inviting his other, non-football friends over, but I felt this could be used as a good life experience. Everyone's moving on after they have claimed such an amazing win. Different colleges, different states. They should all celebrate together, bond over a common interest one last time. What's more of a common interest for teenage boys than pussy?"
"Right."
"It was actually a juvenile conversation I heard between my son and his friends that gave me the idea. My son had just broken up with his girlfriend and was whining about not getting sex. His pals decided that they'd cheer him up by buying him some lap dances. After he whined that wouldn't be good enough, I walked in and seized an opportunity. I promised them that if they made it to finals I'd buy them all lap dances. If they won the championship, well, to use their terminology, I'd buy them their own cum dumpster."
"36 guys.....yeah, cum dumpster sounds about right"
"I want ALL of them thoroughly satisfied. They've earned their prize."
"Will do...."
"I have lots more to finish. Freshen yourself up. Do your makeup, whatever you need. The boys get here at two. That's when I start grilling."
"Okay." I slinked into the house to grab my makeup kit from the car and find a bathroom. "Fucking whore" was shot in my direction as I finally located it.
"Jealous? Asshole..." I shot back.
And just like that, we've come full circle again. I had been bouncing around for hours while dozens of eyes devoured my body. I could see the jealousy in the girls they came with. I smiled, knowing that they were all going home alone and I'd be servicing their cocks shortly. Mrs. Judge asked me to handle some of the burgers while she started ushering guests out. It was time for the real party to begin as the DJ queued up some appropriate porno-esque music. No one looked even remotely hungry anymore so I shut the grill off. Well....hungry for burgers at least. I instinctively started dancing, overcome by the excitement of what was about to happen. I didn't realize how intently everyone was staring at me now. They were mostly lean, fairly good looking guys. Teenage boys who've been eager to plow something for weeks. One of the guys grabbed my ass earlier as he whispered "I'm gonna own that" into my ear. He followed with "Be ready."
I took to the stage and started moving. I don't know what had gotten into me but it felt right. I slowly swayed my hips and massaged my tits, my bikini barely containing my fleshy mammaries. As soon as I saw Mrs. Judge walk back into the backyard, I reached behind my head and pulled on the string to my top. My bikini exploded apart as my breasts sprang free. Mrs. Judge nodded with approval and took a seat on the far side, overseeing things.
"OOOO YEAH!!!" "FUCK YEAH" "LOOK AT THOSE TITS"
So many calls were coming my way. I turned around and bent over slightly. I looked behind myself and purred "Which one of you champions wants to help with this lil ol thing?" as I tugged on my bikini bottom's string. They all rushed the stage. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Gentleman. I believe the birthday boy gets the honor" as I eyed Mrs. Judge's son. He didn't hesitate at all as he grabbed my hips and playfully smacked my ass. He dropped to his knees, then pulled on my string, exposing my wet pussy and positioning it right in front of his face. He leaned forward and licked my slit.
"UUUGGGHHHH!!! I need this so fucking badly!!"
He stood up immediately and pulled his cock out. "So do I, bitch. So...fucking....do....I...." he pushed into my juicy center.
"UUUGGGHHHH!!! Split me open, baby. Split me open!!" He grabbed my hips and starting driving in and out of me.
"Captain! What's the play?!?" one of the guys yelled.
"We're running a train on this bitch, guys!!"
"CHOO CHOO!!" "CHOO CHOO!!" rang out in the background.
"Mikey, up front!!" My mouth was forced open as two hands clamped down on my head. I was being double teamed. "MMMPPPHHH MMMMPPPHHH MMMMPPPHHH" was all I could manage to get out.
"FORM UP!"
"CHUGA CHUGA!! CHOO CHOO!!"
"I WANT THE NEXT TWO HARD AND READY!! WE DON'T GIVE THIS BITCH ANY BREATHING ROOM!! WE'RE THE GOD DAMNED SPARTANS!! WE SHOW THIS PUSSY WHAT WE CAN DO!!"
The pistoning continued as both my ends were slammed into. They had amazing stamina. I spread my cheeks as wide as I could, giving her son and his teammates a clear view of my asshole. "I WANT THAT ASS!" rang out. It was the guy who groped me before.
"YOU WANT THAT ASS?"
"I WANT THAT ASS!"
"DO YOU NEED THAT ASS??"
"I NEED THAT ASS!!"
"THEN YOU FUCKING TAKE IT! MIKEY, JACK, CLOSE UP THOSE TIGHT ENDS! GIVE THIS BITCH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!!"
I felt them quicken the pace as I deep throated Mikey. Every thrust made his balls slap my chin. "Come on baby, empty those balls into me" flooded my thoughts. I was rewarded seconds later as his salty load shot into the back of my mouth. I swallowed as spurt after spurt coated my tongue. He quickly withdrew just as Jack, Mrs. Judge's son, unloaded in my pussy. Before I could catch my breath, I was being double teamed again. I felt a dick head at my balloon knot. I looked back to see my groper with a giant ear to ear grin on his face. I winked as he pushed into me. I stretched open as he filled me. Two new hands clamped onto my head as I found myself deep throating another dick. "MMMMM MMMMM MMMMM" I let out as I was invaded.
"THAT'S IT BOYS!" Mrs. Judge yelled from the sidelines.
My ass was properly lubed up from the oil I had thought to bring ahead of time. That proved to be a godsend as he slammed into my depths. "I OWN THIS ASS!!" he screamed at me as he grabbed my tits. He plowed and plowed away as my chin felt the familiar feeling of balls slapping against it.
"NEW LINES!! WE"RE TAKING THIS TRAIN OFF THE RAILS!! I WANT THREE!! HARD AND READY!!" The Captain directed as three volunteers stepped forward. Their cocks already out and waiting. "WHEN THEY'RE DONE PLOWING THIS BITCH, WE FLIP HER. WE'RE GOING AIRTIGHT!!"
"AIRTIGHT!!"
"Oh shit....wait...I've never been DP'd before....I mean, I thought about it once or twice...but I've never..." my mind screamed.
It was already too late. The taste of sperm brought me back to reality as my mouth was flooded again. I could feel the heat of baby makers swimming up my ass seconds later.
"MY ASS, I OWN THAT!" he slapped me as he pulled out.
"AIRTIGHT!! Chuga Chuga, bitch!!"
I was flipped over and dropped onto the stud lying just a foot away, waiting patiently to impale me on his cock. I obliged as they lowered me down. "I OWN THAT ASS NOW!!" he screamed as he was high-fived by the groper. My ass stretched again and my balloon knot lovingly accepted its new owner. Two cocks suddenly swung into my peripheral vision as they impatiently invaded my personal space. I opened my mouth instinctively and grabbed onto the shafts. The teenager below me was supporting my weight, freeing my hands up to start pumping the pair of sausages that needed attention. I rubbed the two heads together just before I stuck both into my mouth. They didn't seem bothered at all about crossing swords, so I continued working on them simultaneously as best as I could. My ass' new owner started slowly pumping into me now. I deep throated one while hand pumping the other. Just as I got into a nice rhythm, I felt a new dick pushing into my pussy.
"MMMMMMM OOOOOOO UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
"AIRTIGHT!!" "AIRTIGHT!!"
"UUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
Every part of me felt like it was being torn apart. I had never been so full before. I struggled to understand the pain and pleasure all mixed together as these Spartans dominated me. "UGH UGH UGH MMMPPPHH!!" was the extent of my vocabulary as everyone starting fucking me in unison. The second cock at my mouth withdrew so that the three could work at a steady pace.
"SPARTANS! SPARTANS! SPARTANS!!"
My mouth was flooded once more with that delicious salty treat. Before I could catch my breath, it was plugged again.
"SPARTANS!! NEW ATTACK PLAN!! WE AIRTIGHT ALL THE WAY TO THE FINISH! IT'S THIS BITCH'S WEAKNESS!! WE GOT HER ON THE ROPES!! FLIP HER ON HER SIDE, THEN WE PICK UP THE ASSAULT!! DRIVE THAT BALL HOME, ONE AFTER ANOTHER!!!"
His logic was sound. As soon as another set of balls was emptied into my eager mouth, I was turned onto my side. Now they didn't have to wait. The guy beneath me wasn't trapped. Whoever wanted my ass could dive right in. Whoever wanted pussy, BAM!, right there. Want a blowjob, my mouth's available. It was easy to understand why he was the Captain. They assaulted and assaulted. As soon as I felt sperm enter me, a fresh cock head was probing the vacated hole.
"SPARTANS!! SPARTANS!! SPARTANS!!!" was chanted over my fatigued body. I was completely spent. They were completely spent. I had taken two loads from each of them by the time it was over. Two massive helpings of sperm from each dick. It had lasted about three hours. I couldn't move as I heard them celebrating.
"Good show" Mrs. Judge taunted me with. "You can stay here if you want. The pool house is empty and I did buy you for the whole night. If any of the boys wants a third chance, or just some one on one training, I'll send them your way."
"Of course" I smiled politely before pulling myself up. Surprisingly, I wasn't coated in cum. The guys loved the feeling of blasting my insides so that's where most of it resided. "I can't believe I swallowed that much cum" I genuinely offered her.
" I heard some of them bragging about how they went without sex for weeks because they didn't want to jinx things. All of those blue balls....they must've stored up quite a lot for you."
I nodded before strutting off to the pool house and passing out. The next morning I found the clothes I had worn before changing into my bikini sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a note directing me to a bathroom upstairs to shower in. It also read that I should gather my things and let myself out. The entire place was creepily empty as I tiptoed around. I simply did what the note stated: cleaned up and went home.
The twenty minute drive back bothered me though. Instead of basking in the glow of a successful gang bang, I was stuck thinking about Miss Lora and the new boss. I believe Miss Lora referred to him as Savage. I would be coming back to a club that Mr. T was no longer in charge of. Worse yet...what was going to happen to Sabrina now. She was my friend, even if she did betray Mr. T. Do I justify taking his side over hers? He made me what I am now....but she was my support through all of it. The uncertainty confused me. Sabrina would be back soon. The fireworks were sure to start then......