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A Sex Filled All Night Bus Trip
by LaPetiteMort (address withheld)

***

On a long over night bus ride, a true cum slut gives a 
teenage boy his first sex, starts a teenage girl on 
her wild sex-filled life by having her fuck her dad 
and then, as a "Thank You," her female student 
arranges for her to have more cock than she can 
handle. (FfmM, ped, 1st, oral, size, orgy)

***

While waiting for the bus in Portland going to San 
Francisco, I was remembering how I got to this point. 
My boyfriend of the last year and a half had gotten 
stale. We had hot wet sex for six months. I guess I 
kept thinking the thrill would come back. Just like 
the last few times, it didn't and good sex is the main 
thing I want in my relationships. I like it 
spontaneous, wild and dirty - strange for a pretty 
woman like me. In street clothes, I look like a 
shapely woman with big breasts and the mother of 
teenagers. Inside, I'm the female every mother told 
her son not to bring home.

Sitting across from me at the station was a tall, thin 
boy of about fifteen. His skin had not cleared up yet 
and his moves were gangly. His eyes were locked on 
some girls who were obviously from a local modeling 
school. His jeans were tight in the crotch. He kept 
trying to get comfortable but he couldn't shove his 
hand down his pants and uncurl the virgin cock he had 
been so lovingly jacking off since he was eleven. I 
doubt that he had ever had a date, definitely not with 
a beauty like he was eying or a woman, like me, who 
knew what she was doing.

It was early evening when we loaded onto the bus. The 
young boy was still looking over his shoulder at the 
girls as they got on a different bus. Our bus was only 
a third full. He sat near the back and I sat in the 
seat across the aisle from him. I needed to suck a 
cock and I needed to cum.

We were all finally settling in by the time we had 
made our first stop and were just leaving Salem. It 
was dark. This leg of the trip would be long between 
stops. My underage target kept scanning for the 
privacy to take out his cock and jack off. I thwarted 
him several times. Finally, I smiled at him and moved 
from my seat to the empty one beside him.

"Looks like you have a problem between your legs 
tonight. Turn off your overhead light."

There are some advantages to not being a tall woman. I 
opened his legs wide, stepped between them and slid 
down onto my knees in front of the speechless young 
man. I watched his wide glistening unbelieving eyes 
while I unzipped his jeans and fished out his 
tortured, twisted, pre-cum soaked cock. Every muscle 
in his body tightened and he rose a couple of inches 
off the seat when my right hand used his pre-cum to 
twist around his helmet, squeeze it and then lower my 
face to push it between my almost closed lips. I 
wanted this to last but when I reached to cup his 
balls they were already tight up against his body.

We hadn't met. He didn't know what to call me or what 
to say. His hands tentatively touched my head to make 
sure I did not pull away but he pulled them back, not 
knowing what to do. His cock was long but thin. I 
teased the best I could with his hair trigger. I 
needed to get off too.

My virgin wanted to see what my other hand had 
retrieved and what it was doing. The noise of the bus' 
engine hid the sound of my pocket rocket from him. I 
wondered if he knew what one was. A wave of pleasure 
rippled through me as my toy buzzed my clit. His cock 
lurched as I bobbed on his shaft. I was not near 
release but I knew from experience that he was. I 
leaned forward, pushing his cock slowly over my tongue 
and letting it nestle against the opening of my 
throat. He groaned loudly and his body trembled. When 
I was a pre-teen, I conquered my gag reflex. 

My head lowered pushing his slippery shaft deeper; he 
uttered some unintelligible words. Another slow push 
and his cock slipped down my throat and my lips 
pressed into his pubic hair. I could smell that he had 
not prepared for this encounter. His cock lurched 
again launching his first virile rope deep into my 
throat to flow directly into my stomach. I moved my 
hand from his balls to feel my own neck and his boy 
cock dance half way down my throat. I wanted to taste 
his cum but feeling the throbbing bulge inside me was 
too exciting. Another surge of pleasure went through 
my body but I knew, this time, I would be frustrated.

When my lover's ass settled into his seat, he had 
pumped a big load but his youth still had him hard and 
he found just enough strength to find another surge 
for me. I drew back and tasted him and pulled the last 
of his cum out of his shaft to puddle on my tongue. 
Light flickered by. In it, I opened my mouth to show 
him his cum. I stared directly into his unblinking 
eyes and I swallowed to give him a good memory of his 
first blowjob.

I wiggled out of my cramped space, leaving his 
softening cock hanging out of his fly. I sat down on 
the seat next to him with my hand still in my pants. 
With his last ounce of strength, his eyes pleaded with 
me and whispered, "I have never watched a woman 
climax."

My pocket rocket stayed buzzing inside me, when I 
pulled my hands free so they could open my pants and 
push them and my soaked panties down around my ankles. 
The young man's hand trembled as he reached out to 
touch my bare thigh. He could not see in the darkness.

"Turn your light on very dimly and watch me."

An older lover would also want to see my face but he 
positioned the light directly on my glistening shaved, 
swollen, red, wet pussy. I opened it for him and my 
little toy came out for my guidance. My seat mate 
groaned. His right hand was jacking off his now 
revitalized cock. I wanted it again but my vibrator 
was winning against my clit. I splayed my legs wide. 
He put his trembling hand high on my thigh but was too 
inexperienced to know what else to do. I was getting 
close. One of my legs hooked across his knee and 
pulled, spreading me even wider. He could see my 
wetness on my toy, my hands and trickling down my 
pussy toward my ass. 

His hand and my leg across his, told him when my body 
began to contract and my hips began to thrust all on 
their own. The middle two fingers of my toy free hand 
were pressing and rubbing against my g-spot. I seldom 
squirt but I could feel the tell-tail signs building 
deep in my womb. Every muscle in my body began to 
tighten and tremble in time with my fingers. 
Contractions began to ripple through me. Pleasure 
built and my soul flew into the clouds. My eyes closed 
but I could see white and red flashes. My body 
strained off the seat. The sensitivity was too much 
and I jerked my fingers away. An arch of my cum 
splattered against the back of the seat in front of 
me.

Ever so slowly I recovered. My seat mate had not 
inhaled, exhaled or blinked in ten minutes. His mouth 
was hanging open. I took my wet fingers and painted 
his lips and tongue. I felt his fingers tentatively 
feel around and slip just inside my pussy then trail 
up to find my clit. I was very sensitive so I clinched 
my teeth to endure his touch. I liked knowing my 
experienced cunt would forever be the first he ever 
touched.

My mind returned. I needed to move. This space reeked 
of sex and I needed to wash up. Just holding my slacks 
together, I stood to head for the bathroom. There 
looking at me from the seat in front of where I was 
originally sitting were two large lust filled, very 
young female eyes. She had watched everything. As I 
hurried to the rest room, I noticed she was sitting 
next to a sleeping man. He was big, handsome and a 
little older than me.

My slacks were wet. I put my soaked panties in my 
pocket. I peed and recovered in the bathroom. When I 
came out, a perfect thirteen year old, Megan Fox look-
a-like was standing there to talk to me, "I wish I had 
the courage to do what you just did. I'm horny all the 
time but can't do things to make it better."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No."

She was tall, thin, had waist length brown hair and a 
good tan. Her nipples stood rigid against the white 
blouse she had tied below her firm breasts. Her hip 
hugger jeans left her belly button exposed. I was 
still very, very horny. I wanted to suck it and lick 
her pussy.

"Is the man you are sitting with your father?"

"Yes."

"Sit behind him. Watch me turn him on. Play with 
yourself and then do what I tell you."

I sat down next to dad, "All the good looking men on 
this bus are sleepy."

That roused him up and he did a double take, wondering 
who I was and where his daughter was. I whispered, 
"It's dark on the bus. Can I rub your cock?"

Of course, I did not wait for an answer. His 
resistance was only a token. His legs opened and I 
found a thick, soft but hardening piece of meat. I 
whispered into his ear all the wonderful things I 
would like for him to do to me with his big dick. I 
asked him, "Would you mind if I use it and come on it 
more than once?" He was hard now. He let me unbuckle 
his belt and get his pants and boxers down below his 
knees. He helped me get in position to begin giving 
him a hand job while I knelt in the adjacent seat 
hovering my lips over his cock. 

"You have a big one. I can get it down my throat and 
up my pussy but I don't think it will fit in my ass."

His eyes showed that he could not handle all that 
information. He started to say something. I cut him 
off, "You have to stay quiet and not look at me or 
I'll go sit with a different sleeping man."

I gave him my wet panties to touch and smell while I 
took the case off the little pillow he had against the 
window. I tied it around his head to cover his eyes. I 
leaned across him and quietly told his daughter, 
"Here's your chance to learn. Take off everything you 
have on below the waist."

The big man was most appreciative of an anonymous hand 
job from a pretty woman. When I lowered my head and 
sucked him into my mouth, he groaned like a man whose 
wife never does that for him. In a couple of minutes, 
I raised the arm separating the seats and moved him to 
the center. He would have done anything for me at that 
point. I reached over the seat and motioned for his 
daughter to watch. She was already struggling not to 
pant and was allowing my recent young conquest to rub 
between her legs.

I got the big man close twice and he reached for me in 
complaint when I pulled away the second time. His cock 
was wet, swollen, red and throbbing with need. His 
daughter watched its every twitch with mounting lust.

"No touching either or I will quit."

Again, I started doing what I do so very well, giving 
head. Now his daughter was biting the top of the seat 
to stay quiet. I guessed the teenage boy now had his 
fingers in her. I moved away, motioning for her. I'm 
sure, she thought she was going to take my place and 
give her daddy a blow job. Instead, when I had her on 
her knees in the seat beside him, I pushed her leg 
across him so she would be facing him. She was off 
balance enough that she had to straddle her dad. My 
experienced hand held his cock up-right and guided it 
between her not very objecting slippery lips.

Dad's groan was loud. I put a finger to his lips and 
said, "Shusssss." His daughter must have tightened 
because she barely had the head inside her. I rubbed 
her clit and pushed down on her shoulders. Her eyes 
were filled with lust, panic and the universal fantasy 
of every young girl. She let some of her weight down, 
he broke the rules, saying, "Oh, yes."

She was pleasing her daddy. What more could any 
thirteen year old girl want. I slid my hand down to 
cup his balls. They were large, hung freely and were 
full of semen for his daughter. I loved the idea that 
he might impregnate her, not even knowing he was 
fucking his daughter.

In moments, she learned to shift her hips so her 
thrusts pushed the top of his cock along her clit as 
it slowly stretched her going deeper with every 
stroke. She no longer needed my help. Her eyes closed. 
Her mouth opened and a little saliva trickled out of 
the side of her mouth.

I whispered to him, "Will you kiss me while you fuck 
me and cum inside me?"

My panties had wet his face. Their scent had 
overloaded his sense of smell. He was blindfolded. I 
was close enough to touch him and he could hear me. He 
was so turned on; he did not want any negative 
thoughts that would keep him from his release. He took 
a tentative kiss and then licked his daughter's lips; 
then I watched as father and daughter learned to 
French kiss passionately.

All I had to do was watch and keep rolling his lovely 
balls in my hand because I wanted to. That gave me 
time to see the teenage boy crouched by my legs in the 
aisle watching the big man's cock stretch its way into 
his daughter. Again I opened and pushed my pants down 
but this time spreading my legs so I could guide the 
thin young virgin's head forward so his lips and 
tongue could lick my still needy wet cunt. I taught 
his fingers to thrust into me. The steady roar of the 
Greyhound's engine masked the squishing, sucking 
noises. In time, he would be an expert. He was good 
now. He had his cock out jacking off. Beside me, the 
young pussy had taken all the cock it could take. The 
big man was sweating, using all his efforts to hold 
back and please the woman ridding him. 

 The first thing to happen was I felt the young boy 
cum on my ankle. Shot after shot was hot, coating me 
and running down into my low cut shoe. Next I came 
hard, curling over the eager head and tongue and 
trapping the excited fingers that did not want to stop 
thrusting into me.

My new female student was considerate. She waited for 
me to recover before she identified herself. She 
wrapped her arms around her father's neck, put her 
lips next to his ear, thrust a few times and said, 
"Oh, yes, Daddy."

Even if he recognized his daughter's voice, he was too 
far into his own climax to stop. I knew the 
contractions of his body meant he was pouring his cum 
into his daughter. It was beautiful watching father 
and his thirteen year old having sex the first time 
but it was life altering to watch them cumming at the 
same time, sharing the ultimate pleasure with each 
other.

Before they finished, I pushed the teenage boy back to 
his seat, adjusted myself and returned to mine. I 
heard a lot of whispered conversation between the 
unlikely couple in the seats in front of me. The big 
man did not seem too surprised or too shocked when he 
took off his blindfold. Neither he nor his daughter 
seemed too eager to move apart. They shared more 
tongue, passion filled kisses. In fact, he must not 
have softened; the young sexpot began to move again. 
She smiled at me, shook her head, "Yes" and then 
closed her eyes slowly while she hugged and fucked her 
"Daddy." 

I quit watching the new lovers after they came again. 
They stayed with her sitting on him. I thought she had 
gone to sleep but when she snickered, I knew that 
tickling, pleasant, silly sensation well. His cock had 
softened and slipped out of his daughter. She was 
feeling open, satisfied and her daddy's cum was 
trickling out of her well-used gaping pussy.

About mid-night, we made our only other stop for the 
night. All that was open was a couple of fast food 
joints, an adult book store and the bus station. We 
all could get out and stretch our legs. "Daddy's Girl" 
caught up with me, "Thanks, I now have one reliable, 
discrete way to keep my problem under control. Do you 
get crazy horny like that?"

"All the time but I like to give head to strangers and 
do wilder things than you have thought about yet."

After some more small talk, I didn't see her until we 
got ready to board again. As I boarded, I saw her 
talking to one of six forest fire fighters who were 
going home after two months living with only men in 
line camps. She handed him a bag. I thought it unusual 
that she, her dad and the young boy moved forward a 
few seats and the firefighters sat in the back 
surrounding me. One hunk of a guy, the one with the 
bag, scooted me over and sat in the dark seat with me. 
I couldn't see his face but I could feel his need and 
what he wanted from me. We had hardly cleared the 
station when he spoke, "Your little friend tells me 
you like to give head to strangers, no strings 
attached. She bought you this and I have five friends 
with me. None of us have been with a woman in more 
than two months. Think you can satisfy us? Your friend 
gave us some rather specific instructions."

I was shocked, turned on and not very articulate at 
that moment, "Instructions?"

"Secrets, but also, rules not to hurt you, let your 
jaws get too tired, force you and to stop if you say, 
"No."

I was intimidated. I hadn't gotten a look at any of 
these guys. This leg of the trip would be dark. Even 
darker because I noticed my "dates" were pulling down 
the window shades. I tried to object, "This is too 
much. We'll attract the attention of the driver and 
all get into trouble."

"I thought this was your thing. The driver is taken 
care of. The only other passengers are way up front."

I liked his voice. He sounded strong and opinionated. 
He knew what he wanted and liked being male. He 
continued, "There are six of us. We are hoping you can 
give each of us a blow job to relieve some of the 
pressure. If you are up to a second round or want 
something different it is ok with us. You had better 
check your bag."

He held a small flash light for me to check the 
contents of my bagged presents. It contained, two 
dozen condoms, a full size high end "Rabbit" vibrator 
with extra batteries and some smaller batteries for my 
pocket rocket.

As I hesitated, my seat partner stood, said, "Maybe 
this will help you decide" and took off his pants. I 
really couldn't see it but his mostly hard cock was 
inches in front of my face. I could smell it, feel the 
heat from it and feel it drawing my lips to it. He was 
clean and smelled good. My hand instinctively found 
the shaft and my fingers closed around it. My thumb 
pushed his slippery pre-cum all around the tightly 
swollen helmet. He did not touch my head. 

His cock just grew and slowly pushed between my lips. 
His hips gently leaned forward, implanting half of his 
eight thick inches into my now very horny mouth. I 
sucked eagerly and licked all around the ridge of his 
circumcised, rock hard cock. I felt his heart beat 
with my tongue. He leaned forward and whispered into 
my ear, "That is wonderful. Your mouth is talented. If 
you want us to put on condoms, just say so."

"Not just yet."

It might have been two months for this man but he was 
used to having his cock sucked and he knew a woman's 
touch. He knew how to slow himself down and speed 
himself up. He stopped me from sucking him to help me 
take my bottoms off and get my toys ready. Then he won 
me forever by saying just one word, "Please."

His chest and legs were hairy but his pubic hair and 
balls were shaved. I had never had a cock fit so 
perfectly in my mouth or taste so good. I even liked 
his cologne. I forgot about the other five men. I 
wanted this cock in my mouth all night and its owner 
seemed perfectly capable of controlling it all night. 
All too soon, he leaned forward again and whispered, 
"You should finish me and give some of the other guys 
a chance. Long, slow, tight strokes should do it. Use 
your hand as an extension of your mouth, if you want 
me to finish more quickly."

My mind rebelled, fuck him and his suggestions. I'd 
show him. He groaned like a pleading little boy when I 
pushed his fat cock into my throat and swallowed, 
sucking it deeper. I pulled his shaft out to breathe. 
I felt strings of our combined wetness drape and fall 
free from between his cock and my lips. His voice was 
weaker now. He steadied himself on the back of my seat 
but could still think about me, "Don't forget yourself 
while you are pleasing me."

He regained some control while I toyed with my new 
Rabbit vibrator. It buzzed, rotated, stretched into me 
nicely and its little ears flopped around my clit in 
competition with my rocket. He knew when I dropped my 
hips to take more of my vibrator into my body. 
Somehow, in the darkness, the head of his cock found 
my lips again and pushed in to wait for my tongue to 
tease it.

I thought I had won this undeclared war for control 
when his cock began to jerk. I pushed it into my 
throat again but it felt too good and my clit began to 
tingle and my sheath stretched along with my throat. I 
came and came hard. Before my climax subsided this 
lovely cock pulled out of my throat and began filling 
my mouth and taste buds with smooth, sweet and salty 
cum, lots of it. I could feel some of it on my chin 
when he moved away. 

I swallowed but the last of his cum coated my tongue. 
My cunt was still throbbing when a second cock with a 
bend to the right was there begging for attention. It 
was so needy. I sucked to please it. I sucked hard to 
time its release with my vibrating, sensitive pussy. 
This cock came, quickly, without much volume and its 
cum smelled a little like chlorine.

A third cock bumped into my cum covered lips asking 
permission to enter. Its owner felt me touch my jaw 
muscles. They needed a rest. A pleasant voice said, 
"Keep your lips together and your tongue so my cock 
can push across it. You don't have to suck. Just let 
me use your mouth."

I did as I was told. It wasn't long before I felt his 
hand jerking his cock to help himself cum. When he was 
almost there, he pulled out, pulled me by my bra hard 
enough to make a little pocket between my sweaty skin 
and the soft material. His rigid cock slipped into 
that pocket. He continued to thrust. His fist 
tightened at his shaft's base, making the head bulge. 
His entire body groaned, his hand trembled telling me 
he was begging for release. I brought my right, pussy 
juice soaked hand to touch his, giving my permission. 
He pumped his hot cum into my bra coating my breast 
and making his softening cock's thrusts tickle across 
my nipple.

The forth cock had instructions to let my jaws rest 
too. He followed the same course but filled my left 
bra cup and then brought his softening cock to my lips 
for me to drain the last few drops onto my taste buds 
by pulling the now more pliable tube. Gentle hands 
cupped my face and gently pulled the last of his cum 
out of his softening cock. He leaned over, kissed my 
hair and said, "Thank you, that's my favorite part."

My next cock was young, hard, average and fast. I was 
almost dissatisfied when he came in my mouth and I 
swallowed I was disappointed, but only for a few 
moments. A very tall figure loomed over me in the 
darkness. The voice was deep, kind and obviously 
African-American, "Sugar, you're not going to be able 
to suck this. Just sit on my lap, let my cock poke up 
between your legs, use it against your clit and give 
me a hand job from a white woman I'll remember."

I was tired but wanted to get through at least one 
round of satisfying these men. The tall guy moved me 
easily and I sat on his lap and opened my legs. I did 
not feel his cock standing rigidly between my thighs 
for attention. I reached down and found out why. It 
was too long, too wide and too heavy to stand, no 
matter how hard it got. It was easily ten inches long 
and wider than two inches. It wasn't even hard. 

I had never touched a cock like that. A girlfriend of 
mine had a dildo given to her as a joke and it wasn't 
this big. I tried to speak but my throat was dry. 
Someone handed me a beer. I downed half of it and 
asked, "Can you get a condom on that thing."

"Think so, Missy, but you gotta help."

I held the weapon upright and its owner rolled on the 
condom. It only reached half way. I pressed the big 
pole tightly against my pussy. I held it tight to me 
and rocked until my wet swollen pussy lips were open 
and spread around its shaft; then, I closed my legs 
tightly, capturing the mighty organ with my thighs. 
Still more than a hand's width rose above my closed 
legs. It pulsed with his heart beats. I bounced and 
used my hands to pleasure this man and to experiment 
with this massive cock. He seemed appreciative; but 
there was something I had to know. 

I opened my legs and stood guiding its head to my 
pussy's opening. It occurred to me that my pussy had 
not been used tonight or for a week, by a real dick. 
He let me do all the work. When I got the head inside 
me, he was hard; his cock got thicker in the middle. I 
pushed down. It slid in until it hurt. I felt around 
his shaft; I had taken less than half. Damn, I could 
do better than that. I lifted one leg to get more 
weight pressing down onto it. Still, my body did not 
open enough for it to go in. I lifted my other leg so 
all my weight sat on the pole trying to drive it into 
my body. My weight slowly allowed another two inches 
to slide into me. It stopped, when my tightness could 
not take the thick middle.

I pleaded, "Pull me down, I want to feel more of you 
inside my belly."

His hands were massive. They wrapped over my 
shoulders. I felt him brace his legs and then he 
pulled. My legs were still off the ground and I was 
holding them by wrapping my arms around my shins. 
Tears rolled down my cheeks from the stretching pain 
and then I slid rapidly down. I cried out when the tip 
drove into my cervix. I put my feet down and checked 
with my hands. I still had three inches outside me. He 
knew what to do. He bent me over into the aisle and 
used my hips to work my body back and forth on his 
shaft. He was using me as a masturbation toy. Like a 
"Fleshlight." 

I reached out for support; my hands touched two bare 
thighs. There would be a cock between them. The big 
man did the moving for the other man and me. I sucked 
the new cock but the tall shadow's thrusts pulled my 
lips back and forth on the other man's cock. Each 
thrust stretched me and pushed a fraction of an inch 
deeper than anything had penetrated me before. It was 
pride in my accomplishment, long pleasurable slides 
and pain all mixed together. Even if he quit, the 
combination of what my body already felt would drive 
me on to thrash about impaled, screaming from one 
orgasm to another.

The deep voice ordered, "Help support her." Two more 
sets of hands reached from either side to hold me and 
play with my nipples. My belly began to spasm and my 
legs began to tremble; I pulled up from the cock in my 
mouth just in time to get a face full of cum. I could 
feel the heat of the stranger's cum as it slid from 
the sides of my nose, down my cheeks, off my chin and 
dripped onto the floor. More importantly, the cock 
inside me was swelling and the man who owned it was 
losing control. With my head sliding on a wet, cum 
covered softening cock and two sets of strong hands 
holding me, I was skewered and moved around like a rag 
doll. The cock was driving half way through my body, 
now demanding release. 

I held on to anything I could. Several times my feet 
came off the ground and then I felt my cervix move to 
one side as the long, long shaft stretched its final 
inches into me. Its extreme length raked along my clit 
as it thrust in and pulled back only to thrust again. 
I was cumming and could not quit. Every part of my 
pussy, inside and out, was super sensitive and still I 
was cumming. I wanted to scream "Stop" and "Fuck me 
harder" at the same time. 

I felt my own wetness running down my legs. I felt the 
man curl over me, squeeze me tight and groan as he 
began releasing his virile juices deep inside me. My 
last thoughts, before I passed out, were that I wanted 
his cum inside me, not in the condom, and that I 
wanted to be bathed in the gallon of cum those horse 
sized balls must produce when they contract.

As the bus rolled on through the night, I remember 
being used, in every hole, time and again. I was in 
and out of consciousness. I roused up some, when we 
got to Redding. I heard the bus driver had gotten 
permission to drive twelve of us passengers directly 
to the Hilton on Fishermen's Wharf. As we got on to 
the highway again, the lights in the bus were dim. I 
was about to fall asleep, lying on my back with my 
head tilted off the seat, toward the aisle. 

A familiar young female voice pushed a naked young 
teenage boy to stand over my upturned face. She 
whispered first to me, "He is not a virgin anymore." 
Then she ordered her new slave, "Squat down and let 
her suck your balls while you jack off on her." It did 
not take him long to coat my tits and she took his 
place. She leaned over me and pushed several fingers 
and then her hand up my stretched out cunt and pressed 
her pussy against my lips. After so much cock, pussy 
juice was a nice change but when I licked and sucked, 
I was rewarded with more male cum. My six firefighters 
were getting impatient. The miniature Megan Fox, 
called out, "Come here Daddy." I felt her pull her 
father's uncircumcised cock, first pressing it into my 
mouth and then pulling it across my face hard enough 
that his thighs pressed into my hair. 

She had fucked her daddy, now she was giving him a 
hand job. She told me what she was going to do as she 
opened my blouse. "I'm going to jack off my daddy and 
squeeze his balls when he cums. He is going to shoot 
on your belly and leave your belly button full." Even 
her daddy followed his daughter's bidding. The bent 
over budding trollop squealed as an unknown cock 
slipped into her pussy. She started cumming and forgot 
to keep working her father's cock so the big shadow 
pushed her head to suck her daddy off. She reached out 
and her hand closed on the shadow's mighty shaft. She 
said, "Oh My God," and started cumming as her daddy 
filled her mouth.

My trainee was in the way of my firefighters. She had 
collapsed into my breasts and was now a cummy, 
slippery mess. One big hand pulled her up and grasped 
the young boy's arm, "Here sonny, take her back up 
front and see if she can take that long cock of yours 
up her ass." She resisted only long enough to rake her 
daddy's cum off her hand into my mouth and then lick 
her palm clean and let the mixture dribble into my 
panting mouth.

My rabbit kept slipping away from my clit. Someone, 
pushed it into me, past the vibrating appendage, and 
strapped it in place with a belt. My entire body 
recoiled when the Rabbit began its work again. A tasty 
half hard cock was hung in my mouth. I heard, 
"Please." My body was convulsing, I immediately began 
to cum again. I was super sensitive. I only wanted to 
sleep. 

For several hours about five minutes out of every 
thirty I was awake. Each time I woke up a cock was in 
my mouth or throat and my clit was numb from the never 
tiring vibrators and thrusting fingers. I wanted to 
resist. I wanted to be stronger. Still I would cum. 
Then I would pass out again.

Vaguely, I remember the San Francisco city limit sign 
and many hands stripping me, wiping wet and dry cum 
off me. Someone found a brush to get some of the cum 
out of my hair. I was wrapped nude in a blanket and 
carried off the bus, into the Hilton's lobby, up the 
elevator and into a room. I was put on my knees in a 
large bathroom. The owners of the hands were kind. 
There was a thick rug for my knees but they took the 
blanket away.

One smart ass voice said, "So this is what has been 
sucking us off all night. She's pretty."

My eyes would not open. I was too tired and they were 
probably stuck together with cum but I heard a 
familiar deep voice, "You boys all got sucked off a 
lot but I haven't been. I want to try before we leave 
her to get some sleep."

I had no fight left. He opened my mouth wide. My jaw 
muscles hurt. My throat burned when I swallowed. His 
big hands were gentle when he began using his poking 
fingers to stuff the helmet of his half hard cock into 
my mouth. He got the big bell all in and began to 
twist the shaft of his cock with his hand. I could 
feel it begin to move like a snake in my mouth. It was 
swelling and curling. The head was deep, far enough in 
that my teeth did not touch the sensitive skin but his 
shaft kept expanding until they dug in behind his 
sensitive ridge. I pushed my tongue forward to touch 
his most sensitive spot but everything was too tight 
for my tongue to reach it.

He could not thrust in and out. He just rocked his 
hips, pressed forward and twisted the mighty cock in 
my mouth. He said, "Only a few times have I been able 
to get my cock into a woman's mouth." His voice was 
strained. I sensed that five other cocks were naked, 
hard and being jacked of in a circle around me - all 
pointing at me. All I wanted to do was to go to sleep. 
Two hands held my head still. Only that kept me from 
falling over.

I've always prided myself on my oral skills, no gag 
reflex and the ability to open my throat and have the 
largest loads shoot down my throat. I wasn't thinking 
about that or anything for that matter when the black 
man groaned and pushed harder into my mouth. I felt 
the cock of the man on my left shoot its hot cum onto 
my neck and felt its offering slide down onto my 
breast. Another man groaned watching the massive 
monster in my mouth struggling for release. A second 
and a third cock splattered ropes onto my neck and 
face cheeks. Again I could feel the streams trickle 
down and drip off my nipples. Twice more, cocks gave 
me their offerings. The last spurted onto my nose. I 
wondered how many times each of them had used me last 
night as I slipped in and out of consciousness.

My eyes closed, seeking sleep. They stayed closed when 
I heard the deep groan. It would be just another cum 
load. I felt more than heard the growl from deep 
inside him. His long denied cock took on a life of its 
own and swelled up even more stretching my jaws open. 
The beast jumped and trembled. There was no room 
inside. I had sense enough left to open my throat. 
When the first shot of cum erupted out of that big 
black fire hose, half of the shot filled my throat and 
pumped directly into my stomach. The other half made 
my cheeks puff out. It was a warning. 

My eyes opened wide, I tried to scream but his second 
rope spurted out my nose. I had no way to breathe. His 
third and fourth offering filled inside my head, 
pushed out around my lips and again spurted from my 
nose. With super human strength, I pushed the head of 
his cock out of my mouth. It made a loud "pop" as I 
yanked it free from my painfully stretched lips. Cum 
spurted from my mouth, I gagged, coughed, swallowed 
and then inhaled sweet air.

As my lungs filled, I realized I would live. Cum 
streams flowed down my body from all sides. One of the 
first men to cum on me turned on the steam shower. 
Cocks were put away for this trip and I was gently sat 
in the tub with the shower raining down on my 
exhausted body. At that moment, not even an orgasm, 
could have felt better. I sat, dozed, bathed, dozed, 
washed and dozed. I found the robe on the back of the 
door and stumbled to the king sized bed. Fourteen 
hours later, I woke up hungry. My throat hurt and my 
pussy was swollen and irritated. I still had dried cum 
behind one ear and in my left armpit.

On the dresser there were ten one hundred dollar bills 
and a little note, "Your room is paid for three days. 
Thank you for giving six fire fighters a memory that 
will last their lifetimes. Maybe your sister will be 
on the bus next year." I smiled at the thought. With 
my sister they would need a bigger bag of supplies. 
She likes to be bound and feel helpless, totally 
unable to stop a room full of lovers from eating her 
out, fucking her, causing her a little pain, filling 
every hole, using every inch of her and forcing her to 
cum until she passes out. 

I had flashing memories of my last visit with my nasty 
sister and her Dom husband. She was covered in a sheen 
of sweat from struggling to complete a long slow, 
often denied climax. She was tied spread eagle, 
totally nude on a wheel. Master Simm's was allowing me 
to watch; I was following his suggestions when I 
stripped nude, turned the wheel until she was upside 
down and knelt in front of her face. I told her, "You 
have not had enough liquids today. You might become 
dehydrated." I spread my pussy's lips, pushed forward 
and she happily sucked the tiny hole below my clit. My 
sister begged. I looked for approval; Master Simm's 
nodded but said, "Slowly and stop often."

He lovingly, lightly swatted her stomach and thighs 
with a cat-of-nine tails. I began to slowly release 
the piss from my full bladder. Sis sucked and drank 
directly from me. I was completely turned on by the 
depravity. I needed to pee so bad, it was difficult to 
stop. When I did her tongue lashed out and flicked at 
my clit until I pushed forward again and she drank. My 
body trembled. It was too soon for me to cum. I had a 
lot of peeing to do. The lashes from the whip stung 
across my ass, delaying my climax but making me hotter 
and more needy. Five times, I stopped and started. 
Each time I moaned and felt the lash as my reward. 
When I was empty, my sister went for my clit like a 
crazed animal. I wrapped my arms around her wet, cold 
body and humped her face. A steady sting of lashes 
kept me going and going.

I wondered if the fire fighters could satisfy my 
sister. Maybe there are more of them, then sis and I 
could take them all on next year. My irritated clit 
throbbed at that thought. My pussy hurt when I touched 
it wondering where my pocket rocket was. 
 
END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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