(If possible read with Dubstep music – it will add to the experience)

Introducing, the third in the series of Clifftop College entries. Who ever said boarding school would be boring?

Evelyn had always been a rather sexual girl. Since losing her virginity at thirteen, she’d had countless amounts of sexual partners. As a student of the prestigious mixed boarding school, Clifftop College, Evelyn had plenty of men to choose from. However, since finding one man that fitted her perfectly in every way, Evelyn had been happy in her quiet, sexually pleasing relationship with Doni. Though, you can take the girl out of the adventure, but never the adventure out of the girl.

After a very satisfying three-way with her ex-boyfriend and Doni’s best friend, Smyth, Evelyn thought that her craving for sexual adventure had been fed. Not so likely. Evelyn yearned for more.

So, one night, whilst Doni and Evelyn lay in bed together — the dorm room empty aside from themselves — she turned to him with a beaming grin.

“I want an orgasm,” she said eagerly, taking the book from Doni’s hands to get his attention.

“Didn’t I give you one already? — like five minutes ago?” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and gazing into her feline green eyes that sparkled with excitement.

“Yes,” she giggled “But I want more — multiple!” she exclaimed.

Doni raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, trying to read her thoughts. He was a proud boyfriend and relished in her enthusiasm and wildness when it came to sex. Though a quiet, mysterious, artistic girl to most, he knew a different side to her. Evelyn was like an animal that could never truly be tamed. With hair the colour of raven feathers that trailed down the length of her petite torso, skin as pale as the moon and lips as red as blood, Evelyn was by far the most enchantingly beautiful young woman he’d ever met. Also, the sexiest. Even as she lay in only a pair of knee length school socks, his pair of boxers and his blue sports vest, she was absolutely gorgeous.

“Roll over then,” he winked cheekily.

He turned her quickly onto her back and leant down to kiss her when he stopped, her hands cupping his stubbly chin. He exhaled heavily, watching her pout. It was unlike her.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his hands that were resting either side of her head, tangling themselves in her loose hair.

“I was thinking of accomplishing it more daringly,” her pout grew into a grin.

Doni shifted his body until his legs were between hers, thinking through her last sentence.

“How?” he questioned, also rather daringly. Evelyn never stopped surprising him.

“Well say like I want ten orgasms,” she paused, watching Doni’s eyes intently “Then I’d want ten different men to give them to me,” she left the sentence open, somewhat anxious to hear her boyfriend’s reply. He always embraced even her craziest sexual fantasies, but would he do the same with this one?

“I’ll see what I can do,” he winked again, burying his face into her sweet neck.

Evelyn grinned madly, excitement consuming her.

It was settled. On Friday night, Evelyn would meet Doni in his dorm room. He had been able to gather eight of his closest friends to help fulfil Evelyn’s fantasy. Those eight were also friends with Evelyn and five of them were Doni’s dorm friends. No one would walk in as the majority of the sixth formers at CTC were out on Friday nights. The plan was perfect. Now, all Evelyn had to do was allow the excitement to fuel her. She couldn’t believe that one, she was finally doing it, and two, that Doni was okay with it.

More than okay, he was incredibly excited. His cuckholding fetish had really taken hold of him. Though, protective over Evelyn in every other sense, when it came to the bedroom — watching her have sex with another man or woman, turned Doni on very much. He liked nothing more than to see the love of his life having a good time, whether it was him that was giving it to her or someone else. He wasn’t a jealous man and would feel greedy if he kept such a beautiful girl all to himself. And anyway, his favourite part of any threesome was the moment he got to take Evelyn back into his arms, for she was his at the end of the day, and he was hers.

Evelyn walked across the dark campus field wearing a thick coat. She carried a bag full of things she may need for that evening. Her stomach was doing summersaults she was so excited. Doni hadn’t told her which eight guys he’d found, though she’d assumed their closest male friends. She hated to admit it, but she was looking forward to having sex with Smyth again. He may have eyes for her best friend now and their love was long gone, but she knew there would always be a burning flame between them. She quickened her pace, trying to contain her enthusiasm.

She didn’t knock, she didn’t need to. Evelyn stepped inside the large dorm room to feel the heating on, see the bedside lights bright and only Doni stood in the room. She smiled at the sight of him, her heart racing; even now, after five years of being in love with him, he still gave her butterflies.

“Where is everyone?” she asked, closing the door behind her.

She spotted his bed was without a duvet and lying on it was a single black satin blindfold. She shivered with anticipation. Her eyes returned to Doni, who had stepped closer. He was only wearing a pair of white tight boxers, his bare firm chest on show. She bit her lip, already turned on. All day, whilst pampering, she hadn’t stopped thinking about the night ahead. Her friends had badgered her to find out what she was up to, but Evelyn was good at keeping secrets.

“They’ll be here soon,” he took hold of her hands, inspecting her up and down.

She was wearing her school uniform; her white blouse was tight across her large ample breasts; her blue school skirt was short and pulled up to her middle, only just covering her small perky bum. She wore her thigh high navy socks, a tie hung loosely around her neck and her hair was up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Doni always thought she looked beautiful, but she looked especially stunning tonight. With only a hint of make-up and her school girl outfit she was erotic perfection in his eyes.

“You look fantastic,” he smirked, taking the bag from her shoulder.

“Thanks. Ebony was a bit curious as to why I was wearing this tonight but luckily Ava stepped forward, assuming I was coming over here to play out a school girl fantasy with you,” Evelyn giggled, perching on the end of the bed.

“An extremely twisted, dirty school girl fantasy,” he laughed “You should’ve told me — I could’ve got us all to wear them,” he winked, sitting down beside her.

Evelyn raised a single neatly plucked eyebrow, mulling over the thought.

That would be very interesting

She glanced over at his bedside table where his phone sat.

“I think you should give them a text — you’re right, it’ll make for a very good fantasy,” she giggled, twisting around until she was on her hands and knees.

She crawled into the middle of the bed and flipped onto her back, opening her legs and grinning down at Doni. He beamed back at her, grabbing his phone quickly.

This night was going to be one to remember.

Evelyn observed as Doni strolled across the dorm room in his school shirt, trousers and tie. She bit her lip, the butterflies beating harder and lower in her stomach. She had to catch her breath. His black fringe tousled onto his forehead and the shaved sides were neat, revealing his two stretched ears. He gave her a wink and rolled up his sleeves.

“This means business,” he chuckled.

Evelyn watched intently as with each roll he exposed more and more of his tattoos and the muscles of his upper arms. Her breathing was quickening with every second, her heart drumming in her chest. Her eyes were fixated on him, waiting for his next move.

He gestured to the end of the bed, where she shuffled quickly and sat patiently. He lifted the blindfold to her eyes and began to tie it at the back. Now her view was gone, she relied on her other senses. The feel of the satin under her fingertips. The sound of Doni’s deep breathing. The smell of his cologne. The taste of his lips. She shivered.

“Now I want you to sit still and don’t remove the blindfold, understand?” Doni’s voice was stern, the playfulness gone.

She straightened her back and subdued a grin. It had begun.

She pressed her wrists together on her lap, staring forward into the darkness of the blindfold. She felt cold now Doni had moved away. Suddenly, she felt headphone slipping on over her head and onto her ears. Deep rumbling dubstep music pounded into her ears. Slowly, he was taking away her senses. Her heart galloped with apprehension and anticipation. She was now deaf and blind.

Evelyn was unable to hear the dorm room door opening and Doni greeting the eight boys who had agreed to join them. They fist pumped, patted each other’s backs and exchanged curious glances with Doni.

They stood in an awkward semi-circle around the bed where Evelyn sat, none the wiser as to what was going on around her. Doni joined them, turning the music up a little louder just to be sure his girlfriend wouldn’t be able to hear them.

“Why are we dressed like this?” Smyth laughed, gesturing to their attire.

“Evelyn’s idea, not mine,” Doni replied, crossing his arms, his eyes still focused on Evelyn who was tossing her tongue around her mouth anxiously. He enjoyed making her wait. It was all one big tease. He could imagine just how wet she was getting, her mind consumed with what they were about to do. Doni grinned to himself then turned to his friends.

“Looks as if this was entirely Evelyn’s idea,” Ted raised his eyebrows, looking to where Smyth was restraining a grin.

“I’m just gonna say this, before we get started. If any of you are unsure, leave now. And, there are rules to this game,” Doni’s voice turned firm, catching all of theirs attention.

They listened intently, afraid to get on the wrong side of Doni under any circumstances — let alone when it came to Evelyn.

“You know why we’re here. She wants to have ten orgasms, each with a different guy. As I could only gather nine of us, I’ll give her two,” Doni smirked, making the boys roll their eyes “So, after you’ve made her orgasm, your time is up.”

The boys nodded understandingly, switching their gazes back and forth between Doni and Evelyn, who was bobbing her head to the music.

“How you make her orgasm is entirely up to you,” Doni hinted to the bag sat beside his bed.

Smyth picked it up tentatively and glanced inside. He grinned and allowed the other boys to have a look too.

“You all must use condoms and keep it clean,” he stared them all down “And I can step in whenever I like. Plus, Evelyn can stop the whole thing whenever she wants.”

“Is there a safe word?” Wade questioned, looking more nervous than any of them.

Having spent the past two years dating the same girl — one of Evelyn’s friends, Ebony — Wade was inexperienced compared to the others, especially as Ted and Smyth had already slept with Evelyn. The others were looking forward to the opportunity to do so.

“Pineapples,” Doni nodded, watching as they repeated it under their breaths.

“So we can do anything we want?” Declan smirked, looking to Ted and Smyth who matched his excitement.

“Within reason,” Doni answered, taking a step closer “However, if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you,” he scowled, then softened, scaring Declan into silence.

“Who will go first?” Theo chirped up, having been quiet since he’d arrived.

Doni gave his ex-boyfriend a quick once over; he looked gorgeous in his uniform.

“You’ll pick a number out of this hat. While you wait, you can play Xbox or hit bongs on the sofas, cool?” Doni handed them the hat and walked over to Dexter first.

He pulled out a number 6. Soon, all of the boys had picked a number out of the hat and the night was about to begin. All they needed now was Evelyn.

Once the others had seated themselves, Doni pulled the desk chair up to the end of the bed. He sat down, his knees brushing Evelyn’s. She bit her lip at the slightest touch.

He reached forward, running a fingertip around in circles on her bare knees. Slowly, he slipped down one of her socks, taking her leg and placing it on his shoulder. Unaware of his audience watching curiously from the sofa, Doni began to plant tender kisses up the inside of Evelyn’s leg. She shivered, resting back on her hands. She rolled back her head, the headphones and blindfold still securely on.

“Oh Doni-,” she whispered; she knew his touch well. His hands were as familiar as her own.

He grinned smugly to himself, shifting closer. He took her other leg and copied his actions, his fingers running up and down the outside while his lips set to work. Soon, Evelyn was lying on her back, both of her legs up on his broad shoulders.

He pulled her socks back up to their original place and slipped his hands down further until they reached the hem of her small knickers. Biting playfully at her legs, making her giggle and squeal, he pulled down her blue frilly French knickers and chucked them to the side. With one hand, he grasped her bum and moved himself on top of her.

His lips met hers, passionately kissing her. She went to raise her arms to his cheeks when he grabbed hold of them and placed them above her head. He felt her gasp for air between kisses, their tongues dancing in each other’s moves; tongue bars knocking and tickling. Evelyn yearned to feel the ball of his bar rubbing against her.

He squeezed and released her bum cheek continuously, his lips grazing the skin on her collar bone. He popped open the buttons on her blouse with his teeth, his tongue working its way into her bra where he found her erect nipple. All the while, Evelyn moaned loudly, tugging at his hair and wrapping her legs around his back, grasping him tighter to her heated body.

“Save some for us, Doni!” Smyth called over, chuckling with the other boys.

He pulled his lips away for a moment, realising he was getting carried away. He shifted further down the bed and bunched up her skirt, revealing her beautiful pussy. He pressed back her thighs, opening her legs further. Doni licked his lips hungrily. He had been right; all that teasing had made Evelyn extremely wet.

Tentatively, he ran a finger from her small hard clit to her juicy pussy. He watched as she tensed, her hands clutching the bed sheet in anticipation. He liked to make her wait. He pushed her thighs back further, stroking the tip of his tongue across her clit. At the taste of her, Doni was sent into ecstasy. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

He dived in face first, moving her body up and down over his mouth as it ate hungrily. He nibbled at her clit, switching back to his tongue where he lapped and pressed in circles. All the while, Evelyn’s breaths became shorter and her screaming louder. Doni lost control. He was consumed by her, skilfully using his mouth to make her quiver and shake, her body convulsing under his fingertips.

Evelyn couldn’t think straight. All she could do was gasp for breaths between moans and hang on tightly to Doni’s hair as he sent her into a state of sheer pleasure.

She couldn’t hear or see, only feel as Doni’s tongue delved deeper into her tight wet pussy, then slipping up and flicking her clit; again and again, it was a sensual assault. She barely had a chance to understand what was going on before her hips were rising with her pulse and she met her first orgasm on Cloud Nine. Like a drug, it flooded her veins, pumping all the way to head. The music became distant, her limbs tingling as she came down. Her head was fuzzy, almost as if she was about to pass out.

With her legs still hanging over Doni’s shoulders, he straightened up watching as Evelyn’s body twitched, listening to her raspy breaths. He smirked to himself, glancing to the side of him to see Declan beside them. He raised an eyebrow to Doni who grinned, wiping his lips.

“I’ll tag you in, shall I?” he laughed, gently laying Evelyn’s legs down.

They dangled off the end of the bed. She hadn’t regained her strength yet and lay still breathing deeply. Doni fist pumped Declan and stood up to allow the first of the boys to begin.

He glanced over his shoulder to see Declan take off his shirt and gently lay down upon Evelyn, who took him with opens arms — and legs.

Doni smirked to himself again, wondering if he wanted to miss this. Unaware that the other boys were watching him, he stood with his arms folded as Declan set to work.

Declan knew that as the first of the eight he had to set a standard. He couldn’t repeat Doni’s actions but he was determined to make her scream louder and orgasm faster. He knew he shouldn’t be allowing himself to get swept up into the fight for Alpha dog, but he could at least beat his own target.

Though before now, Declan had never looked at Evelyn as being a potential sex partner, it didn’t mean he didn’t find her attractive. As he lay on top of her, he planted deep kisses on her plump red lips. He felt her legs wrap around him, grinding her groin against his ever hardening crotch. He could hardly contain himself. He’d tried not to watch previously when Doni had had his face buried in her delicious looking pussy, but it was hard not to. As her body lay open and ready for him, Declan felt a rush of primeval hunger.

He ripped open her blouse, revealing her ample bosom cupped in a black lase bra. He smothered her chest and breasts in kisses, sucking and nibbling, hearing her heart thumping away. Her nails were beginning to dig into his shoulders, urging him on further. With his face still pressed between her soft warm breasts, he ran a hand down her stomach and in between her legs. His school trousers grew tighter as he withdrew his dripping fingers. Carefully, he placed them against her parted lips. She licked blissfully, sucking his fingers free of her juices with a little grin.

Declan wouldn’t be able to contain himself much longer if he didn’t get on with his original plan.

Evelyn ran her hands along his shoulders, still enjoying the taste of herself. She grinned happily, feeling her way up to his hair; shaved at the sides, fine on the top. She slipped back to his neck to feel only a small tunnel in his ear. She knew instantly this was Declan, even if she couldn’t see or hear him.

She lay at his mercy, trusting him completely. Out of the all the guys Doni could’ve gathered, he would be the gentlest and most good natured. She felt as he kneeled over her, obviously taking off his trousers and boxers. She waited excitedly; she had always wondered what he’d be like in bed.

Soon, his lips were returning to hers and she felt the hardness of his cock against her groin. She allowed him to take full control as he placed her legs back and onto his shoulders, pushing deeply into her wet hole. She threw back her head with surprise.

His long hard shaft moved slowly at first, back and forth, arching at just the right angle so the tip of his cock knocked and rubbed against her g-spot. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer and curling her body towards him as they rocked to a gentle rhythm, his cock drumming into her g-spot with each thrust. She gasped, scratching her nails down his hot back in long red strips, his steady rhythm teasing her beyond belief. She allowed her head to fall back and hang as he quickened his pace.

Doni sat down in the desk chair now adjacent to the bed. He watched as Declan pounded Evelyn until her head was knocking against the headboard. Her body was limp like a ragdoll as she moaned, taking the full force of Declan’s hips and cock as he pumped at a startling pace in and out of her pussy. He bit at his finger, completely focused on the scene before him. Seeing Evelyn being fucked by someone other than himself was an even bigger turn on than he’d imagined. It had been different in their threesome. Now, he couldn’t get involved. He could only sit and watch as the love of his life was pounded out of the stratosphere. It was a type of torture, he was sure; one that would push him to the end of his tether until finally he would be able to get his hands on her. He bit down harder, the sight of Declan’s dick pummelling his girlfriend’s dripping wet snatch, rocketing him into an alien frenzy.

Using her index and middle finger, she pinched her clit between the two, rubbing it vigorously whilst Declan stuffed her full. Soon, the pleasure was peaking. She stroked faster, her pussy tightening with each thrust. Three more pumps from his hips and Evelyn’s orgasm exploded, as did Declan.

Unfortunately, she didn’t get to fill his hot load inside of her as he’d stuck to the rules. However, as her orgasm rippled throughout her, she felt Declan slip between her legs to drink up the remaining juices that were slowly making their way down between her bum cheeks. He didn’t hesitate there either.

She giggled, stroking his head, lying in the blissful pleasure of post-orgasm. He kissed her inner thigh one last time before leaving the bed completely. She felt cold straight away until a new presence appeared beside her.

Doni sat back in his seat, ignoring as Declan redressed and fist pumped Ted. He was focused on Wade who had one knee on the bed, running his finger up Evelyn’s legs, across her stomach and to her breasts. She shivered under his touch, raising her hands to his ribbed firm torso. Wade tentatively placed the other knee onto the bed, the other side of her legs. Carefully, he sat her up and took off her blouse. He carelessly chucked it to the side and leant down to kiss her, softly at first, then firmer, running his tongue across her lips.

Doni viewed as Evelyn ran her nails down over each muscle of his stomach, grinning wildly to herself. Wade’s strong arms then gathered her up until she was wrapped around him. In one swift move, he was on his feet with Evelyn pressed against the wall. She gasped at the thump, hastily using her feet to push down his trousers and boxers.

Wade forgot about his nerves and threw Evelyn’s hands above her head, biting and sucking at the skin on her neck. She let out small squeaks and squeals, tightening her hold around his back.

With his garments now at his ankles, Wade moved back slightly to see Evelyn’s breasts sitting perkily in the bra. He briskly unclipped it at the back, leaving the tie to hang around her neck and dangling between her breasts.

He grasped one eagerly with one of his large strong palms and lapped at her hard nipple, his teeth teasingly tugging. Evelyn was lost, out of control. She leant back and enjoyed every second, her pulse rocketing, the adrenaline pumping through her.

Wade, with one arm around her waist, slipped on the condom and lowered her petite body until her pussy was hovering over his large rock hard cock. She bit her lip, drawing a small amount of blood as she did. She ached to feel him inside of her.

The music was blasting continuously into her ears, her other senses on overdrive. She drank in the smell of his cologne, the feel of his hot firm skin and taste of his lips. She savoured the sweet cider on his tongue and was hungry for more. She knew who this was; Wade was the only one of the boys with a body like this.

He stroked a hand up between her legs, feeling her hot soaked pussy against his palm. He dug his teeth deeper into her nipple, soon switching to the next one. With her hands still above her head, Wade pumped his hips upwards.

Evelyn wasn’t surprised by his largeness. She’d seen him in his boxing shorts on many occasions and had already assumed Wade’s cock would give many men a run for their money. She was overjoyed by the chance to finally see what he could do with it.

His strong hips propelled against her thighs, pummelling her higher and higher up the wall and closer to a climax. The feel of his lengthy stiff shaft stuffed inside of her was a fulfilling and carnal pleasure. She could feel her pussy stretching to cater for his girth but it was worth it. For each thrust he gave her, he brought her nearer to her third and maybe the best, orgasm of the night.

He felt her hot nectar dripping down his leg and the taste of her sweet tits inside his mouth. With the other hand, he grasped her bum. He had lost control over his loins. He had unleashed the animal inside and allowed his hunger to take over. He threw his entire strength into each pump of his hips, sending his cock deeper and harder into Evelyn’s snug pussy. She clenched and released, rubbing the walls of her vagina against his shaft. Wade, although not religious, was sure he was in heaven.

Doni opened his mouth wide, his eyes fixated on the scene in front of him. The sight of Evelyn squirming and moaning, her face full of ecstasy, was enough to tighten Doni’s trousers further.

Seeing her cum around another man’s cock was all one big tease. He wanted slurp up every last bit of her; taste her sweet cum on his lips and tongue. With his legs spread and arms folded, he observed the way Wade rested Evelyn back down onto the bed, leaving her with a sweet kiss to the lips.

He was itching to take Evelyn in his arms and show them all how it was done. But he had promised his darling girl he would be patient. So, patient was what he was.

Evelyn lay in waiting, still catching her breath and allowing the previous orgasm to wash over her. She wiggled her toes and fingers to make sure they were still there. She pushed a hand between her legs, her wetness fading. She was still extremely turned on but was becoming fearful of her next partner. What if they didn’t realise?

She turned her head to the side, music still pounding into her ears and the blindfold securely on. She tried to speak but her throat was dry too. Luckily, she felt two hands cradle her head and the cool rim of a glass to her lips.

Tentatively, she opened her mouth and allowed the refreshing ice cold water to pour down her throat. She gulped thirstily, clasping the glass but allowing the person to sit her upright. Whilst she drunk, one hand reached down her torso and slipped between her legs. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone else took the glass away when she hinted she’d finished and the person who had come to her rescue set to work. He started by getting rid of her skirt.

He sat behind her, his legs enclosing hers as she lay back against his chest. In his hold, she spread and allowed his fingers to wander. He caressed her neck and collar bone, keeping her attention up top until she felt a vibration against her groin. Her eyes shot open behind her blindfold and her grin grew. She was wondering when one of the boys would take advantage of her stash of toys.

“The boy’s being rather giving,” Smyth said to Doni as he handed him a beer.

He only nodded in reply, his focus entirely on Jake as he tickled Evelyn’s spread pussy and clit with a small vibrator.

“I think he’s worried what his girlfriend would say if she found out he’s had sex with her friend,” Doni chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. He could sit and watch Evelyn touch herself all day; seeing someone else do it to her was even better.

“Sofia didn’t seem too bothered about her boyfriend when she was sucking Ted’s cock in the summer,” Smyth laughed, his eyes also staying fixated on Evelyn, who was now laying limp against Jake as he added another vibrator into the equation. A bigger one that was he slowly probing the outside of her pussy with.

The two boys observed as Jake smothered the toys and Evelyn in lube, before pushing the silky vibrator into her glossier cunt. Her head rolled back to rest onto his shoulder, nibbling at his ear and digging her nails into his bent knees, urging him on further.

They couldn’t drag their eyes away from the sight of Evelyn’s large breasts rising and falling with each heave for air. Their attention slipped down in between legs, where Jake was skilfully using one hand to massage her clit with the smaller vibrator, whilst the other pumped the larger one into her pussy. It was a magnificent sight and one neither of the boys would ever forget. Silently, they fist pumped. Smyth was even more excited for his chance. He already had something planned that was fool proof.

For the fourth time that night, Evelyn’s pleasure had almost hit its peak. She ground her hips into every thrust from the dildo, the vibration sending her pussy into a frenzy. She wished she knew who’s name she should be calling out, though from his tender touch and the lack of intercourse, she could assume it was Jake. He was slim, his ribs prominent but that didn’t stop him from having excellent sexual prowess when it came to the female anatomy. He removed the larger vibrator and returned that hand to her breast, cupping and massaging tenderly as his other hand worked busily with the smaller vibrator, tickling and teasing her clit in circles.

Evelyn panted and moaned, her body quaking as she reached the climax she’d yearned for. She convulsed in his arms, pure bliss rushing through her. She collapsed into Jake’s firm grip. Her clit continued to quake when he didn’t stop, his teeth finding a hold on the skin of her neck. She wasn’t complaining. She would let him do it to her all over again. She giggled with delight and drew in a lungful of air.

“Time’s up, Jake,” Doni said firmly, placing his bottle of beer on the floor in case he had to get up.

Jake looked up with sad eyes and reluctantly withdrew the vibrator. Carefully, he lay Evelyn back on the bed and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She reached out for him tiredly, but Jake was already busy cleaning the toys and returning to his seat with the boys, who had just lit up a bong.

As Scott made his way over to the bed confidently, Doni stood up. He hushed them into silence.

He then quickly leant over the bed and paused the music in Evelyn’s ears.

“My sweet?” he said, though her hearing was still muffled.

“Uhuh,” she replied.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, stroking her hot flushed cheeks, the sweat gathering on her forehead. She looked glorious, sprawled on the bed with her legs spread wearing only a school tie and thigh high socks. Doni grinned wildly, his heart thumping his chest with excitement. Wouldn’t be long now.

“Uhuh,” she answered between drags of air.

Doni kissed her moist forehead and returned to his seat. Scott took that as his cue.

He grazed the skin of her ankles with the tips of his fingers. She squealed making him grin. He drew soft circles watching her expression change from a pout to a giggle. He observed the way her chest rose and fell faster. Scott couldn’t help but gaze at her wet slit, open, soaked and ready to take him. He had to control himself before he lost all restraint. Quickly, he unzipped and tugged down his trousers and boxers, revealing his hard dick. Unfortunately, she was still blindfolded. Though, at least she would get a chance to feel it pummelling inside of her.

Suddenly, he wrapped his large hands around her ankles and tugged her all the way to the end of the bed. Her giggles and squeals made the other boys turn and watch as Scott dropped to his knees. He gathered the lower half of Evelyn’s body, now dangling off the end of the bed. With her legs draped over his shoulders and her wet snatch brushing against his cock, he slipped on the condom and gave her one last pull until the tip of his dick was teasing the entrance to her tight hole.

Evelyn knew fully well this was Scott. His strength. His dominance. His soft hands. His hairy chest and broad body. She grinned madly, overly eager to finally have the opportunity to fuck the brute.

She gripped the bed sheet at her sides and relaxed, allowing Scott to push his entire shaft inside. Every inch was pure agony and ecstasy, his width stretching and pushing her pussy to its limits. Evelyn licked her lips hungrily, glad Jake had doused her with lube beforehand, otherwise she would never able to handle the beast in Scott’s pants.

He moved his hips in circles, his shaft rubbing against her g-spot while the tip of his cock was buried deep inside her cunt. Soon, he was picking up the pace. He clutched her legs to his chest, staring down at the sight before him. Evelyn’s moans were gorgeous, her bouncing tits were magnificent but the view between her legs was delicious. He bit his lip, watching as his cock delved deeply into her beautiful slit. He spread her clit with his fingers, rubbing vigorously with his thumb. He’d noticed it was the only way Evelyn could orgasm and he didn’t want to disappoint. So, as he pounded with all of his strength, his thumb stimulated her little hard clit whilst Evelyn cried with delight. He grinned smugly, thrusting non-stop until he felt himself coming. That wasn’t the plan.

He glanced over at Doni, whose eyes were entirely focused upon Evelyn.

“Doni,” he called, trying to catch his attention.

“Hmm?” he replied vacantly.

“I’m gonna cum soon and she’s not that close. What do I do?” Scott said between breaths, his eyes switching from Doni in the desk chair to where Evelyn was sprawled before him, taking the entire length and girth of his cock inside of her. He bit onto his lip to restrain himself.

Doni reached into the bag and retrieve the same small vibrator Jake had used. He handed it to Scott and gestured to Evelyn’s bum cheeks.

“Don’t be shy,” he winked and returned to his seat.

Awkward at first, with so many peering eyes watching him, Scott slowed his pace — much to Evelyn’s dislike — and ran the vibrator over the outside of her hole. After soaking it in her juices, he reached beneath her and spread her bum cheeks, cautiously turning on the vibrator and pressing it to the outside of her anus. She gasped, giggled then moaned, turning Scott’s nervous frown into a grin.

With his left hand, he used the vibrator to circle her sensitive rim. With his right, he returned to her clit. All the while, her legs dangled over his broad shoulders as he continued to pound her senseless.

Evelyn wasn’t sure where to concentrate. All she knew was that as the orgasm rippled from her asshole to her pussy through to her clit then shot up throughout the rest of her body, she was no longer there physically. Instead, she was floating on an extreme high that was threatening to take hold completely. She heard her own screams of sheer joy over the dubstep music, shocking herself back to reality. She rejoiced in the feeling of Scott’s large cock convulsing inside of her sensitive tightening pussy as he came and collapsed onto the bed. She was weak and still very distant, but there was no way she was stopping now.

The change over between Scott and Dexter was quick, whilst Evelyn was still on her high. Doni didn’t object. She would cum quicker this way and more intensely.

Straight away, a new pair of hands was taking hold of her. They were less strong but gentler as he turned her weak body. Soon, she was lying on top of him with her lips brushing against his cock. She grinned, gladly licking the tip where she tasted the saltiness of pre-cum. The show must be really turning on all of the guys. If only she could see them all.

Evelyn didn’t have much time to think before a tongue was stroking the length of her pussy and clit. She felt him bury his face deep, tingling all of her senses. She had always been a fan of the 69.

Finally, she would get to taste some cock.

With her forefinger and thumb, she made a loop around the tip and pushed it down the full length of his rock hard shaft until she hit the base. She squeezed and followed her fingers down with her lips, sucking, tonguing and caressing this new dick. All the while, his tongue explored further into her pussy. No wonder it was called eating out.

Dexter sucked at her clit, digging his teeth in ever so slightly and feeling her body squirm with excitement. He closed his eyes, his attention drawn to where Evelyn was assaulting his cock with her mouth. Her grasp was firm; tugging and stroking every inch of his dick. The ball of her tongue bar brushed the tip, making him quake; that was something he’d never experienced before. Infact, he couldn’t recall ever receiving such a good blow job. He busied himself in her pussy, slurping and lapping up her juices, his nose probing her pussy hole while his tongue tickled her clit, which he’d spread with her legs. He also couldn’t recall ever finding a cunt as delicious as Evelyn’s.

Doni grinned with delight as Dexter’s face was flooded with her cum. He relished watching his friend drink up every last bit of it, while Evelyn finished what she started. Soon, Dexter was exploding and moaning her name loudly.

Doni bit at the rim of his beer bottle, hardly able to contain himself. He grinned wildly, one hand resting on his thigh right beside his hard on. He was all about self-restraint. He was putting it to the test tonight. Especially as he caught another glimpse of Evelyn’s wet gorge when Dexter rolled her onto her back. He couldn’t wait to bury his erection deep inside of her taut moist cunt.

Theo grinned knowing it was his turn. Ever since the camp out in the summer where he’d come very close to fucking Evelyn, he had wanted the chance to do so. As Doni’s ex-boyfriend, he needed to know what all the fuss was about. Almost every guy at CTC fancied her and for a little while, Theo couldn’t understand why. However, since his experiences with Eliza had changed his sexual preference, he was ready to step into the deep end and explore the unknown that was Evelyn.

When he got to the bed however, Doni was taking off her headphones. He gave him a questioning look but Doni just winked in reply.

Evelyn looked relieved, gulping down more water from the glass Doni held to her lips. But when he took it away, he chucked Theo a pair of handcuffs. He smirked, grasping them in his hands.

Doni returned to his seat and gestured to where Evelyn was sat cross legged on the bed, wrists pressed together as if expecting the bonds that were to come.

Theo bit his lip keenly at the sight of her. The thigh highs socks were enough to make his heart race, but the single tie hanging down between her perfect breasts, her nipples hard and pink from where previous partners had tugged and played, was what pushed Theo forward onto the bed.

He knelt before her, the handcuffs jingling. He stroked her hot cheek gently; smug he had Evelyn at his mercy.

“Hold out your hands,” he demanded.

Evelyn did as he asked, holding up her wrists to him. He locked each into the handcuffs and allowed them to drop to her lap. He cupped her chin and stared at the blindfold that obscured her eyes.

“Lay back,” he commanded.

She lay back and spread her legs instantly. Theo grinned, reaching down to part her pussy lip. Upon inspection, Theo squeezed on more lube wanting her to enjoy every second of what he was about to do to her.

He took one of the pillows from the head of the bed. Theo then lifted Evelyn’s pelvis and slipped the pillow beneath, raising her hips. Her breathing quickened, her arms stretching above her head as she lay in his control.

Theo glanced to Doni who was already staring back at him.

“Did you ever think we would be here?” he questioned, slipping the condom down onto his cock, his eyes staying on Doni.

He shook his head, a grin still plastered on his lips.

“With your girlfriend, sprawled before me?” Theo grasped hold of Evelyn’s hips, clutching and tugging at her skin making her moan. He brought her legs up and spread them, her toes pointing up at the ceiling.

“Whilst you sit and watch as I fuck her?” he licked his lip and winked at Doni whose hand had crept across to rest on the bulge bursting out of his trousers.

“Because I’m gonna take great pleasure destroying her little pussy,” he winked again and shoved his cock deep into Doni’s girlfriend’s snug wet hole.

Doni slouched further in his seat, consumed by the entire scene. Evelyn’s tits bounced violently on her chest, while her legs quivered and threatened to collapse as Theo thrust vigorously into her. Each pound harder than the last. Each pummel deeper and swifter. Evelyn’s screams were not only loud, but carnal. From her lips she projected the intense pleasure Theo was giving her. Although rough and not at all affectionate, Evelyn could feel the next climax just around the corner.

I met Marti by accident, and I do mean by accident. I was wandering around our small PX on the kaserne, getting in a little OFO time, as we called. Since you probably don’t understand, that means Officially Fucking Off! Basically it was slow in the office and I needed to stretch my legs, and I decided to look at some new stereo equipment that had just arrived.

I grabbed a couple of music CDs and a magazine, and wandered to the register to check out. There were a couple of people in line at the only register open, so I was standing out in the aisle. I was minding my own business and leafing through the magazine when a shopping cart slammed into me and almost knocked me down.

I fell against an end cap, fortunately though I didn’t knock anything over. When I looked up to see who did it, I was face to face with a big girl, red headed, about 220 lbs, just slightly shorter than me. She had a really pretty face that was twisted into a snarl.

“Why can’t you stay out of people’s way?” she hissed at me.

“Pardon me?” I asked.

“Stay out of people’s way! Or didn’t you hear me the first time. Do you speak English?” she continued.

I was slightly taken aback, not expecting to be run over while waiting to check out. I also didn’t tolerate anyone talking to me like that. Her running into me had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her own carelessness.

“I speak English quite well,” I replied. “Are you blind?”

She didn’t like that at all and quickly responded, “No I’m not blind and I will not tolerate being spoken to like that.”

“I really don’t care what you will or will not tolerate. You should pay attention where you point your cart in this cramped building,” I snapped.

Wow! She turned red in the face, and loudly spouted, “I will see the manager about tossing you out of her. I will not tolerate being talked to like that.”

I had to laugh, which made her even madder.

“Go get the manager, please. And while you return with him, please also explain why you can’t seem to drive a shopping cart without injuring people,” I slammed back.

She went charging off in a huff (okay, time for a Groucho Marx joke) and returned in about a minute and a huff with the manager in tow. Actually he was the assistant manager; the manager had not come to work yet. He appeared thoroughly scared and overwhelmed.

“That’s him. That’s the one I told you about,” she bellowed, pointing at me.

A small group of nosy onlookers found some amusement at the situation. The manager carefully stepped up to me where I was now standing next to the cash register waiting to check out.

“Pardon me sir, but did you insult this lady?” he said, pointing toward the big red head.

I figured that snide was out and nasty was called for, so I retorted, “I find it difficult to insult someone who is, in fact, their own insult to me, your other customers, and Western civilization!”

He looked slightly confused. Apparently what I said flew past him and hit the red head in the ears.

She sputtered and choked for a second, and proceeded to yell, “Do you see what I mean. He should be tossed out of here immediately.”

The poor guy was trapped, and had no idea what to do until someone stepped up beside the end cap where I had been previously and said, “The lady ran into him with her shopping cart. If anyone should be thrown out, it’s her. She appears to be trying to start trouble.”

I looked to see who was defending me, and saw a slightly built black gentleman in civilian clothes but obviously military. I knew the face but couldn’t picture where I had seen him. He smiled at the assistant manager and offered him an identification card. The fellow took a look at the ID card and turned slightly pale. He apparently knew who he was speaking to.

Red decided she wasn’t getting enough attention and bellowed at the black gentleman, “Why don’t you just keep your nose out of people’s business. And don’t get in my way either or you’ll regret it!” she warned, shaking her finger at him.

The gentleman just smiled politely at her, leaned over to the assistant manager for a second and stepped toward the exit. I put my CDs and magazine on the counter and the clerk rang them up while Red continued to harangue the assistant manager about what he was going to do about me. I noticed that the black gentleman was standing by the front door now and had a small, hand held radio up to his mouth. It was a radio that the Military Police used!

I wasn’t the least bit worried but this was too good to pass up. After I paid for my purchase I started toward the door but the black gentleman asked me to wait for him in the foyer. About that time an MP vehicle stopped out front in the loading zone and two MPs entered the store.

The black gentleman motioned them to follow him, and he proceeded over to Red, who was still chewing on the poor assistant manager. He walked up and showed his identification to Red, who ignored him for a second and then noticed the MPs. I could hear her roar from the front door.

“Well, it’s about time you people decided to throw the trouble maker out!”

The black gentleman told her something quietly, and she turned almost purple. She let loose with volley of yelling and screaming at anyone within earshot about who she was and what she was going to do. This tirade lasted long enough for one of the MPs to move beside her and take her arm to guide her out. She jerked away violently and pushed him away. In a flash, the MP had her arm behind her back and the other one had his cuffs out handcuffing her. She was screaming bloody murder, swearing now, and I just ducked out of the way as they hauled her to the waiting car.

As soon as they cleared the door the black gentleman identified himself as the Provost Marshal for the military community in Heilbronn. For you civilians, that meant he was the Police Chief. He took my name, unit, and work phone, and I left. Later I was called to the Community Commander’s office to provide sworn testimony in a hearing to determine if Red was going to be sent back to the states.

The next time I saw her was at the hearing. She was a totally different person. Smiling, subdued, quiet. She appeared to have met God, or the fear thereof. She was with her husband, a captain in a field artillery battalion. He was not a happy camper either.

When I was called to speak, I gave my version in simple, brief terms. But when I was asked if I thought she should be evacuated to the states, I said no.

For some reason, I felt she had learned something important, mainly about not getting her way and running over people, and if she stayed she would have a figurative Damocles sword hanging over her head.

She was allowed to stay in country, and I didn’t see her again for about 3 months. I accidently ran into her in the slot machine room at the club. I had eaten lunch and wandered in to play some quarter slots and sat down next to her without realizing who it was. She touched my sleeve and I looked around.

“Aren’t you the guy I got into trouble at the PX?” she asked quietly but casually.

I looked again, and sure enough, it was Red.

“I believe I am,” I replied, not knowing if she was going to repeat her shenanigans.

She looked away and down for a moment, and then smiled sweetly and said, “I just wanted to thank you for what you said at the hearing. When the Community Commander gave us his decision, he said that he weighed what you had said seriously, and felt you were correct. He decided to let me stay here.”

I smiled back and said, “Well, I hope that it works out for the best.”

She touched my arm gently and told me, “I am so sorry about all that. I had jet lag, and I was PMS’ing, my husband had to leave for a 45 day exercise in Gräfenwohr, and I was just miserable and lost. I thought you would tell them how mean and nasty I was and I was doomed to go back to the states. You really helped me.”

I was surprised to hear such nice things coming from Red, considering what a trash mouth she had. She looked away shyly, and fed some more coins into her slot machine. I reached over and touched her arm.

She looked up and I told her, “I’m really a nice guy and I felt something was bothering you. You couldn’t make me that mad. Besides, I don’t care what a beautiful woman does around me except maybe pack a pistol. Otherwise, you can pretty much do what you want!”

She blushed, and positively beamed. She brushed back her hair nervously and went to say something and didn’t. She added some more coins even though she already had some good features lit up. She fidgeted on her stool.

Finally she gave the hair one last toss, and asked, “You really think I’m beautiful?”

I paused for a pregnant moment, leaned closer to her and in a conspiratorial tone whispered, “Beautiful…and damn sexy!”

Her face went totally red, and I thought for a minute I was on the verge of another tirade when she sputtered, “Why, uh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And I mean that….. actually both.”

She looked at me quizzically, “Both?”

I replied quickly, “All three, welcome, beautiful, and sexy.”

She positively beamed. She played her machine for a couple of more pulls and said, “A lot of people think I’m gross.”

I looked her in the eyes and said, “I meant what I said and I’m not a lot of people.”

She squirmed on her stool like a little school girl. She was obviously flattered, and as she tried to avoid my gaze, I gave her a once over. Sure she had red hair but it was a beautiful, natural color, not too bright, with subtle highlights. She had a wonderfully nice face when it wasn’t screwed into a grimace. As I mentioned, she weighed about 220 lbs. About 50 of that appeared to be breasts. She was wearing a shirt open at the front and a tank top underneath. I could see through the open shirt a pair of monsters.

Her ass was big and plump but not ill proportioned. It was actually well shaped and bounced nicely when she moved around. I found myself wondering if she was ripe for some extracurricular activities. I leaned toward her and told her my name. She smiled at me and told me her name was Marti. I asked if she came to the club at lunch very often. It was her first time.

I had to head back to the office but I asked as I was leaving, “Why don’t you meet me here for lunch tomorrow?”

She looked almost panicky for a second, and then stammered, “Lunch?”

“Yes, lunch, the midday meal. Eat. Talk. You can eat and have a conversation can’t you?” I asked.

“But…but…I don’t know.”

She was hooked.

I smiled and gave her the straight in the eyes sweet look and said, “We aren’t meeting, per se. We’ll just share a table and have some conversation. Do you like a late lunch.”

She blushed again, apparently a habit with her, and finally said, “I guess sharing a table and some conversation would be okay.”

As I stood, I told her, “Great. See you tomorrow right here, 12:30. Be hungry.”

Before she could say anything else, and since there was no one else in that section of the slots, I reached out and took her hand, gently kissing it. I dropped her hand, smiled and gave her a wave as I left.

I had no idea if she would show, but when I walked into the club, I was disappointed not to see her. I figured she chickened out. I wandered into the slots room, and there she was. I gently tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she was hungry.

She turned and smiled, saying, “Ravenous.”

I helped scoop her nickels into a small cloth bag and we headed for a table. The club wasn’t too busy since several of the units assigned were all in Gräfenwohr at the time, including her husband’s. We chatted over schnitzel and pommes frites, washing it down with Stüttgarter Hofbrau. She turned out to be an intelligent woman, knowledgeable about a wide variety of things. She was looking forward to a trip to Spain so she could try out the Spanish she learned in high school and college.

She enjoyed my telling her about many of the shopping, eating and club venues in Heilbronn and the surrounding area. She also asked if I was married. I told her about Mandi, and she told me a little about her husband. We had a fairly private corner, away from eaves droppers. While few people knew her, most of my battalion knew me. But I didn’t worry about any prying eyes.

After a second beer, she started telling me some personal information. She had started to gain weight shortly after she married her husband. She had topped out and actually lost about 20 pounds over the past couple of months. She was making a determined effort to slowly and permanently lose about 80 pounds. In the mean time, when she hit about 190, he husband quit sleeping with her, and told her he hadn’t married a fat pig and until she dropped weight, he didn’t want to have anything to do with her physically.

I was appalled at an insensitive jerk like that. Of course, here I was chasing tail like the jerk I was, but that’s a bunch of other stories! Anyway, she pretty much spilled her guts. She showed me a pic of her when she was around 140 lbs, and she was a doll. I asked some subtle questions about her experience before marrying (very little) and what she thought about not getting any sex (she wasn’t happy). I figured I would wait for one more lunch and see how I could get some of the plump butt.

She apparently had other ideas, and she broached them rather quickly.

“You know, I don’t mind having lunch here, but if I want to talk openly, I’m not really comfortable. Would you mind coming to my house for lunch instead?”

I weighed this invitation quickly, and considering my instincts before, I casually replied, “It’s okay with me.”

She smiled brightly and said, “Great. Tomorrow, 12:30, don’t be late!”

I was set back a bit with this but wasn’t about to blow a chance for a big, beautiful bottom.

She popped out of her chair, dropped some cash on the table, saying, “I got the tip.”

As she headed for the door, I honestly think she exaggerated her walk for me, because her ass was rocking and bouncing like it meant business. She looked back to see if I was looking and I leaned over to show her that I liked the view of her ass.

I showed up at her quarters for lunch. Since her husband was a captain, they had a two bedroom unit way back of the housing area near some woods, and at the end of the street. I had walked a walking trail that came within a few feet of the back of their quarters. I made a mental note that if I needed an escape route, or a hidden entrance, I couldn’t have asked for better.

I pulled into the drive and casually strolled up to the house. She opened the door before I could knock. I walked in and said hello. She motioned me to follow her into the dining area. She had made a mostly diet lunch with fruit, thin sliced deli meats, some German brotchens, and a beer for me.

We ate quietly for a few minutes until she asked if it was okay to pick up where she left off yesterday. I let her talk, taking in most of it, and tried to avoid letting my mind, or eyes, wander to some heavy cleavage she was showing me. She must have found an underwire bra with a demi-cup because her breasts looked like they were sitting on a shelf, and the nipples poked through the thin pullover shirt she was wearing. She was also wearing some shorts that showed some nice ass cheek below the legs.

I had to shake myself out of my reverie when she asked me if I was one of those people who had a kink for big girls. Her cleavage was so interesting I almost missed it.

“Not at all,” I told her. “I just like women of all shapes, sizes and colors.”

She chuckled at this, and then asked, “So you’re one of those, what do they call them…you’re a dog!”

I laughed heartily, and agreed.

“You have something against dogs?” I asked.

“No, not at all,” she replied, “Some of my best friends are dogs.”

We both laughed at the small joke. Since she seemed to be in a jocular mood, I got up from my chair and walked around behind her.

Placing both hands on her shoulders, I leaned down into her ear and whispered, “I appreciate lunch, but this dog needs some raw meat to satisfy his hunger.”

She almost choked on the food she was chewing and took a sip of my beer to wash it down.

She leaned back and whispered back to me, “And where would there be any raw meat?”

I chuckled deviously and slid my hand down her side, and slowly over her thigh and pushed between her legs. She parted her thighs a bit so I slid my hand a little further down.

I whispered, “How about right here.”

She turned her favorite shade of red again, and gently moved my hand away. I noticed that she was breathing a bit harshly. She turned toward me and then back to the table.

“You’re a bit fast for me,” she said breathily.

“No faster than you want to be,” I told her quietly.

I leaned into her neck, pushing the hair aside, and nuzzled and kissed her neck for a moment. Then I gently moved down to her face and kissed her lips. She had nice, plump lips and she tasted like fresh fruit. She returned my kiss for a moment, and then pulled away almost reluctantly.

“Let’s just finish lunch today, Okay?”

I quickly replied, “Sure.”

She was still blushing and after a moments silence told me that she was eager to have sex but she also felt really guilty. Then, as though to make sure I returned, she told me something really sweet.

“I really want to have sex with you. And we will, but not right now. I promise I will be ready for anything when I am ready.”

“I can’t wait,” I told her.

We finished up, and I left with another kiss. The following Monday I answered my office phone and it was Marti. She went directly to the point.

“I think I know where a dog can find some raw meat, if he’s still hungry.”

I chuckled and replied, “He’s starving. Just point the right direction and he’ll find it.”

She laughed and said, “If you can get away for lunch maybe we can let that dog get his fill.”

“I can,” I replied quickly.

“Can you get here another way without driving up to the house? I found out there are a couple of busybodies who see everything.”

I told her, “Not a problem. I will come in off the walking trail in the woods. Just leave the living room doors to the back open. And no one will see me. I wear camouflage clothes!”

She chortled at the quip, and said, “Good, see you at the usual time.”

I hung up and thought, ‘the usual time?’ But it didn’t matter. I would soon be buried in a hot pussy, and hopefully a big round beautiful white butt.

Marti was obviously ready for action when I got there. She was dressed in a sheer silk gown. Without a bra, her breasts showed the obvious size, and weight, although they didn’t sag like I thought they would. The gown fit her fairly tightly, and I could see that although she was heavy, she didn’t have rolls. I liked that, because I enjoy a big girl occasionally, but not one who has mounds of fat sagging everywhere.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. She reacted quickly by pulling me closer and probing with her tongue. I kept this up until she was almost panting, and then released a hand from her waist to slowly slip a hand up and caressed a breast. She moaned quietly, and pushed back against my hand. After switching breasts, eliciting more moans, I reached down to grab a nice handful of plump butt. As I massaged and played with her ass, she pulled away from the kiss.

“God that feels wonderful. I haven’t had my butt played with in so long.”

I answered her comment by continuing to squeeze and massage her cheeks. She kissed me some more, and finally snaked a hand down between us. I hadn’t gotten very hard yet, since I was biding my time and I didn’t want to leak in my nicely starched, pressed uniform pants. But as she felt my cock through my pants, she smiled devilishly.

“Wow, nice,” she said. “I think this will be fun.”

I leaned back and said, “Glad you like it.”

“I do,” she said as she suddenly knelt and started unbuttoning my fly. I let her take my cock out and give it a kiss. Then without warning, she plunged it into her mouth, taking about half. She sucked and stroked on my cock for a few seconds, and then pulled out.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Always,” I replied.

Before she could continue to suck, I reached down and slipped the gown from her shoulders and over her breasts. They were smooth, pearly white, very few veins, and light colored areole and tiny nipples. She rubbed my cock between her breasts for a moment and then popped it back in her mouth. After a few more minutes of her oral ministrations, I finally got completely hard. She stopped and looked closely at my cock.

“Holy shit! You really grow, don’t you?”

I just smiled and said, “You’re one hellava woman if you can swallow it all!”

She dived back on to show me, and quickly gagged just past the half way point. She pulled away, stifling the urge to gag some more.

“Jesus, this is a surprise. How did you get this big from a few minutes ago. I thought you were pretty nice before. Now….. my God!”

I stayed cool and just smiled.

“Thanks,” I said with a ‘gee, aw shucks’ manner.

I pulled Marti to her feet and quickly finished slipping the gown off her. She stepped out of it as I grabbed her hand and led to the couch, a big, overstuffed, plush thing that reminded me of her. I pushed her back onto the couch, threw her legs back toward her chest and without hesitation, dived straight into her pussy. She was already juicy, and the first couple of tongue strokes opened up the dam. I sought out her clit, which was surprisingly small, but also tightly erect.

I went after her pussy with my signature lips and tongue action, and found out she must have been really horny, or she had a really short trigger. I wasn’t at it more than a minute or so before she began to spasm. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and she wailed, and I let her writhe around on the couch while I kept up the action on her clit. After jerking through a couple of more spasms, she pushed my head away.

I was still hard, with my cock sticking up through the fly of my uniform pants. Before she could react, I leaned over the couch, taking her legs with me. For a big girl, she was limber. I plunged the entire length into her sopping wet pussy. She gagged and spit and cried out as I didn’t take any time for warm-ups. She needed to be pounded with some heavy meat and I intended to oblige.

Marti squeezed her legs into me as I slammed hard in and out of her, giving her the full length and feeling my cock bottoming out in her wonderfully hot, tight pussy. She grabbed my arms and held on, letting me pound away. She grabbed my ass and helped me stroke even faster, until she began to wail and moan, making odd noises and bouncing as hard as she could. She finally exploded into a gushing, noisy orgasm.

I quit holding back and exploded into her sopping pussy. I backed down from the pounding until I achieved a slow crawl, rubbing my pubic area against her clit. As I softened, Marti lay there panting with her head back and eyes closed. As I slipped out, she partially opened her eyes. I stood up straight and moved to the table, finding a paper napkin to wipe my cock.

Marti was still sprawled on the couch, with her feet back on the floor. She had sparse red pubic hair, totally untrimmed but not bushy or brushy looking. Her pussy was now a single, fine slit with downy wet hair framing it. She had no stretch marks or flaws; her skin was pearly white. I figured she didn’t get a lot of sun.

She finally looked at me and said, “My God, I needed that! And by the way, you’re a rotten bastard!”

I laughed and stuffed my cock back into my pants to clean later in the privacy of the toilet off my office.

She idly looked down and said, “I am sitting her with nothing on.”

I looked over at her and agreed, saying, “And I am enjoying every minute of it.”

She looked at me strangely for a second and finally asked, “Can you hand me my gown?”

I picked it up from the floor and tossed it to her.

She slipped it over her head and smoothed it around her, saying, “I don’t usually sit around like this with nothing on.”

I was amused, and told her she should try it more often, especially if she ever thought about having me for lunch again. I told her that my favorite was naked with some funky high heels. I also told her she had no reason whatsoever to not be naked. She looked absolutely beautiful to me.

Again with the blushing, and then she tried to pooh-pooh the compliment. I shrugged off her feeble efforts.

“So, can I come back for lunch again some time? Or if it’s okay with you, how about I take some extra time off and spend an afternoon?”

She looked at me almost angrily, saying, “What makes you think I would ever let you near me again?”

I decided to get into the verbal sparring and quickly shot back, “I know two good reasons, which you cannot deny. My face has the remnants of the first reason, and I just threw away the remnants of the second reason. And if you had any problems with either of those two reasons let me know and I won’t darken your door again!”

She spit back, “Boy, you sure think a lot of yourself, don’t you!”

I shot back almost as quickly, “Don’t change the subject!”

She started to say something else and stopped.

She looked at me curiously, and finally said, “Well, you didn’t mention lunch.”

“I thought we weren’t changing the subject,” I quipped.

“You don’t cut anybody any slack, do you?” she asked with a smile.

“Nope,” I answered.

She walked back to the dining room table and finished her beer, and picked up the plates. She carried them into the kitchen and placed them in the sink. Upon returning, she had a refill in her hand and sat at the table.

“So, where is my answer, ” I pried?

“I’ll call you. So make sure you don’t let the neighbors see you leave,” she said quietly.

I walked past her and gently stroked her cheek and down to a breast. Then, without looking back, went out through the door I came in and disappeared into the woods.

I didn’t hear from Marti for a week, and didn’t see her around the kaserne anywhere. I wasn’t sure if she had gotten a guilt trip or what. Then I noticed that her husbands unit had returned from Gräfenwohr. I figured if she wanted a replay she would call, else I would scratch it off as a onetime thing. Then one morning, right after I got into the office, I answered the phone and it was Marti.

She went straight to the point, saying, “My old man is going on TDY for a week. Do you still want to spend an afternoon together?”

“Sure. When?” I replied.

We made some arrangements and worked out the details. I would leave my office about noon and take the rest of the afternoon off. We would have about 4 hours to play. I told her if she was a true sex goddess like I thought, she would be able to handle me anywhere I wanted to put my cock.

She choked for a second or two, and asked, “What do you mean, anywhere?”

I laughed and said, “I don’t explain perfect English. Read a book.”

She stammered a bit but said she would see me then.

I made sure Mandi was busy with something that would keep her away from trying to phone me at work, which she normally didn’t anyway. I headed to Marti’s quarters, taking my usual path through he woods and out of sight from prying eyes. Marti had left the door open, and I closed it behind me. She was nowhere to be seen. I waited by the door for a few minutes, wary of an ambush by her husband or something.

There wasn’t a sound in the place. I had visions of a movie where she would be dead and a Military Police patrol would be knocking on the door at any second. It was almost unnerving and I came close to bolting out the door. Just then I heard a voice coming from one of the bedrooms. It was Marti, apparently ending a phone conversation. I breathed a sigh of relief for a moment. I stayed quietly by the door, waiting for her to appear.

As she started out of the bedroom I could hear shoes on the wooden floor. When she finally appeared, she was naked except for a pair of really cute heels. She unabashedly put her arms out, did a pirouette, and stopped. She had trimmed her pubes and looked absolutely marvelous.

“Is this what you had in mind,” she asked?

“Oh boy yes,” I told her.

“I feel a little odd with nothing on, but I am really glad you are enjoying looking. I was afraid you wouldn’t like it.”

“You look wonderful. Mind if I join you?”

She smiled sweetly and replied, “Please do, sir!”

She directed me to one of the bedrooms, which turned out to be the spare bedroom. I quickly undressed, and hung my uniform on the hangar she provided. She had obviously been around the military long enough to know that scenario. As soon as I was naked I stood and wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and kissed her. She responded hungrily. She quickly reached down between us and began to play with my cock.

“I am amazed how much you grow,” she told me. “I have never seen anyone who could look that small and turn out so large.”

“Just how many cocks have you watched grow?” I teased.

“No that many, smart ass. Just enough to know what I’m talking about. I’m not a virgin you know.”

I took that in stride. I kissed her some more and let myself get the makings of a hard cock going. She moaned impatiently. I let her play while I kissed her some more, and then as I nuzzled in her ear, got serious.

“I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you, and in plain terms, no kid stuff. And make sure you are explicit, and dirty. If you don’t get it right, we’ll try it again,” I whispered in her ear.

She blushed, and whispered back, “I don’t know if I can be that dirty.”

“You better be,” I warned, “or you may not get what you want.”

She sighed and continued to stroke my cock with her hand. Finally she pulled her head up mine and moved to my ear.

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

“Very good,” I replied quietly. “Is that all?”

She looked away and then turned back to me, whispering, “Can that be first and wait for the next thing?”

“Okay, but you better think about what’s next,” I told her.

I gently pushed her back on the bed so she was lying on the mattress from her hips up. This let me kneel on the floor. I love eating pussy like that. She had also sprayed light cologne all around her because she smelled both clean and fragrant. I settled in for a good, long session of oral sex. She didn’t light up as quickly as the first time, something that wasn’t totally unexpected. She was obviously in for a long, slow session.

I got her off to a good start, and began probing with a couple of fingers just for fun. She seemed to enjoy the digital penetration, as she wiggled her hips for me to go deeper. I pushed her legs all the way back to her ears, marveling at her flexibility. This finally gave me my first good look at her little rosebud, and a rosebud it was. Her ass had light, sparse, downy red hair. Her asshole was more a tiny slit than a hole. It was barely visible, even though I had her butt cheeks spread pretty wide.

I wondered about getting my cock into that little opening. I knew that if I could accomplish that it would be really tight. After unleashing the full tongue and lips action, I felt her heading toward an orgasm. Just before she got there, I slipped my index finger back into her pussy and the middle finger into her tight little back hole. She gasped loudly and wiggled, but moaned and got on the path to her first orgasm. Just after grabbing my hand and pushing it tightly against her pussy, she went into several jerking spasms and her orgasm washed over her.

Marti’s mighty breasts were heaving up and down, and she held on through a couple of more small spasms until she finally shrieked and pushed my head away. I stood up and noticed that she was the perfect height to enter her pussy, so I pushed in slowly this time, squeezing inch by slow inch deep inside her. She lay back with her eyes closed, moaning. When I finally hit bottom, she let out a whooshing noise.

“Damn, you’re in there deep!” she exclaimed.

I chuckled under my breath and began to stroke in and out. I reached up and played with her tiny nipples and monster breasts. After a few minutes of this, I began working her clit with one hand while staying with the breast attention. She settled into a nice rhythm with me, and I kept a steady pace so she could work toward another orgasm. We rode like that for several minutes, until I saw her eyes start to open and close and she began to moan constantly and louder.

I picked up the pace on my stroke and my fingers, and before long she broke into another orgasm, shrieking again and bouncing. She suddenly squeezed her legs around me, got absolutely still, and then totally burst with a long groan that merged into another shriek.

I let her continue to ride until she got the last spasms over with. She was panting hard, and let her hands collapse back on to the bed. I pulled out of her and moved to the other side of the bed. Reaching underneath her, I pulled her head to the edge of the bed until it hung over. Before she realized what I was doing, I slipped my cock into her mouth.

I like this position, basically because a woman who can stifle her gag reflex can usually take all a cock down the throat. She made a heroic effort but finally gagged and pulled me away.

“Too big,” she cried.

“Oh well,” I chuckled. “I guess that only leaves one other place to try.”

She quickly rolled over on the bed and looked up at me.

“What are you talking about?” she said cautiously.

“Well, I have been in your pussy, and now I have been down your throat. That only leaves one other place to try. And you’re supposed to tell me that’s next on the agenda.”

She got up on her knees and said, “If you mean back here,” as she pointed at that plump bottom, “you can forget that. I was sore for a week when you pounded into my pussy before. Now I just about puked all over you. I don’t think you could fit back there at all.”

I just smiled and said, “Light weight.”

“Say what you want,” she said testily. “I don’t think I would ever want to try that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I replied. “You let me steer the boat and you may want to get into the water.”

She just giggled, and brashly turned around, showing me her plump, white ass.

“Just push it up my pussy like this,” she said.

I obliged by climbing onto the bed, and quickly slid my still hard cock into a soaking wet pussy. Even after getting so wet, she was still very tight. Her pussy was feeling pretty good. I pounded her doggy style for a while, until I slowed and wet my middle finger with saliva. I played with her cute little slit of an anus for a few seconds, and began to ease a finger in. It slipped past her outer ring with little resistance, and this elicited a groan of pleasure.

I worked the finger in and out with the same motion as my cock. After a few minutes, I eased a second finger in. She wiggled and groaned again, but didn’t stop me. I started drilling her fast and deep then, and began to work my fingers so that as I pulled my cock out I plunged my fingers in. She started wailing, and in short order burst through another orgasm. I let her finish, and pulled my cock out, leaving the fingers.

I continued to slide my fingers gently in and out of her asshole. She had her face pressed to the bedspread, panting heavily. After she settled down, she stayed motionless for a few seconds, and then gave out a low, “Ummmmm.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied quietly.

I kept probing in and out of her asshole as she stayed on her knees, motionless. I kept the same pace of stroke for a while longer and finally broke the silence.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” I asked.

She simply moaned. I kept going for a while longer, and decided to reach underneath and play with her clit. This elicited some more moans, and she spread her legs wider. I worked her clit with my thumb and index finger until she began to get wet again, and after dripping some of her juices on the fingers in her ass, added my ring finger and pinky to her pussy.

I started working her clit faster and pumping my hand into her, reaming her ass and pussy simultaneously. She began moving her ass with my hand motion, pushing back at me to try and get more depth. She muffled a long groan into the bed, and then rose up on her elbows and began to rock back at me. It didn’t take long for her to blast through another orgasm.

I waited for a few seconds for Marti to settle down, and withdrew my hands. She fell over on the bed panting. I crawled in behind her and nuzzled her neck, coming to rest with my cock nestled against her butt crack.

“Are you ready for my cock in your ass?” I asked.

She leaned over a bit and said, “I’m not sure. I’m afraid it will hurt too much.”

I nuzzled her neck some more and reached around to tweak a breast.

“I can be very slow and gentle. And you should take it in as you want, or can. I’ll let you do the driving until we see how it goes,” I intoned quietly.

She pondered this for a minute and finally said, “If I try, will you stop if I can’t?”

I patted her and nuzzled her neck some more and whispered, “This one is on you. You’ll never know until you try and I promise to stop if you have problems.”

“Okay, but just because you’re so sweet and you make me so horny,” she whispered.

I told her to lay there a moment and went into the bathroom. I found a jar of petroleum jelly and returned to the bedroom. I had her get back onto her knees, and gently spread her butt cheeks. I kissed and tongued her asshole until she was moaning again and began to drip the first bit of pussy juice. Once she got really hot, I replaced my tongue with a finger, dipping liberally into the petroleum jelly. She moaned some more as I greased her little hole. I added a second finger with no resistance. I pushed more into her rectum, probing deeply as possible.

When she seemed really loose, I lay down on the bed.

“Climb on top of me with your back toward me,” I told her.

She complied, crawling over my legs. I held my cock straight up and told her to back up until she bumped into my cock.

“Once you get there, just ease back and down, taking me in as you can handle it.”

She eased back slowly, finally nestling her greasy butt cheeks around my cock. She moved up and down a bit, which felt really good. Then she finally pushed back a bit more until my cock bumped into her little rosebud.

“It’s right there,” she said quietly.

“Relax. Slow and easy,” I replied.

She took a deep breath and pushed down slowly. I felt the head of my cock begin to penetrate her asshole. She moaned, but I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, maybe both. She lifted a bit, almost letting my cock come out. Then she slowly pushed again until the head popped into her rectum.

She let out a deep groan, again, masking what she felt. She pressed in some more and I felt my cock begin to slide into her. She shifted and rose up a bit. I thought she would pull out completely but she pushed back down, going in about three inches. She leaned her body forward, putting her hands on my knees and giving me an unobstructed view of my cock wedging its way into her tight little asshole.

She took a couple of more deep breaths, and then slid down slowly until she had reached the upper end of her rectum. She sighed, and began to rock slowly, moving up and down about an inch or so. She seemed to relax and didn’t really show any sign of stopping. I enjoyed the view and decided I would let go and bust my load into her ass as soon as possible.

Marti began to rock up and down with a bit more enthusiasm, moving her ass in a short stroke but increasing the rhythm. She began to make little ‘ummm’ noises occasionally. As she increased the depth, she finally relaxed enough to take the entire length, and when she slowed down, I thought she would pull out. Instead, she slowly sank back until she took the entire length of my cock deep into her ass, fully enveloping me.

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