Austin Williams - Widespread whore

But Bernie was so intent on getting deeper into her gullet, that he forgot the passion building within him. Suddenly, it was too late. He had gone too far. He could not stop. His balls were drawing up in that tight sac. He would come. It would mean that he would not get to experience the beat of her ass or cunt, but he didn't care.

Bernie closed his eyes, and tightened his asshole. He reached out and got a handful of Tuesday's hair, rolled her head about roughly. His libido soared and finally it plunged over the precipice.

"Here I go!" he screamed. He lunged forward, knocking Andy's dick out of her hand, and fucked his cock into the back of her throat. Tuesday felt the hot come blast into her mouth, and she attempted to swallow the sticky ooze before any of it was lost. But it was impossible to swallow when she was being choked, and her failure resulted in the loss of his jizm over her lips and down her chin. It ran in a hot stream all the way

down between her tits before Bernie was through coming and had pulled his satisfied cock from her mouth.

"Oh… that was goooood," he said.

The others were in no mood to listen to him. Andy, who had lost the jerking hand, leaped quickly to take Bernie's place in Tuesday's mouth. She had opened her swollen and come-drenched lips to accommodate the new cock, but Howard called time.

"Wait," he gasped. "It's time for us to change. I'll take the hand. Tony, you get the mouth. Andy, get the asshole, and Phil..you can have her pussy.

Tuesday was too confused, and too hot to care which way they did it. She was relieved to have only one cock to jack; it was tiresome work on two. Now, with a free hand, she, herself could probe up Phil's asshole as he worked on her cunt.

Tony's cock, bigger around than she had grown accustomed to, seemed to have an unusual taste, acrid and a little bitter, and it was also slicker than any prick she had previously tasted. Then it came to her; she was tasting her own shit! Little bits of fecal matter had lodged on his tool as he swabbed her asshole, and then it was her privilege to clean it off with her tongue.

But there was no time for moralizing or serious reflection. She was working with four hot cocks, and all of them were throbbing violently as they built to a coming heat. Tuesday was near climax.

Tuesday began to hunch harder, and her jacking hand lost its rhythm. She flopped Howard's cock,

jerking it too hard once and then not hard enough. He clasped his ringers over hers and tried to assist her in recapturing the stroke. But it was too late!

Waves of orgasm swept over the prostrate girl, and as she came, the satisfaction was poured out and shared with everyone except Howard. She bit down gently just behind Tony's cock head, and sucked with all her might. He screamed, first in pain and then in ecstasy. As the fire seared his balls, Tony unloaded a massive bolt of sticky paste into her mouth, and since his prick was short, Tuesday was able to swallow it all without losing a single precious drop.

Andy felt her asshole contract with almost as much biting power as Tony had felt in her mouth. He knew that he could not restrain himself from coming. So he closed his eyes and shortened his stroke to correspond with the rapid-tire hunching of her ass. As he came, Andy gave way to another urge. He released his pent-up asshole, and a long, tapered turd slithered out the opening and glided down his leg until it fell with a splatter beside him. Reacting swiftly, he maneuvered himself so he would not roll over on it. As he lay quietly… quietly as he could, he marveled at having had the shit fucked out of him.

Phil, meanwhile, was laboring mightily in her pussy. Tony extracted his cock from her mouth, but Andy kept his buried in her asshole even after he had come.

Phil had better control than any of the others. He managed to force his mind to other things as he pumped his meat deep into her. Oh, it was good to

him! When he saw that the others had came, he brought his mind to focus sharply on the activity at hand, and in only three feverish strokes, he started coming, firing his load deep into her cunt.

Tuesday's pussy, snapping and pinching as it had been, bit down with a vengeance when she felt his load splash into her womb. As he was working out his last spurt, she came for the third time, and then they all fell apart, panting and exhausted.

All, that is, except Howard. "Goddamn!" he cried out. "What about me?"

Tuesday was fucked out, but her innate sense of fair play told her that Howard must not go away with less than the rest. "Come on," she said with a concerned tone. "I'll fix you up. How do you want it?"

Howard paused. Finally he decided to take it in the asshole. "I never had a real bung job," he confessed. "Do you mind?"

"No," Tuesday said. "I'd rather have it there. I can't get pregnant is my rear end."

Howard mounted her backside. He carefully avoided the pile of shit which Andy had deposited on the tarp. It was a damn gross thing to do, Howard thought, and from then on, he would leave Andy at home. Shitting on his tarp! Ugh!

Howard's cock was as hard as it could get without breaking out of the skin, and it was also yew hot. He had been under constant stimulation for over an hour.

"I want to go in deep!" he said, puffing her ass up close to him. The soft cheeks of her ass against his body built his desire and robbed him of his cool

reasoning power. Goddamn! He was in her asshole, and the thing was snapping and milking his cock.

Jesus, it was not going to be long.., no, by Christ, he was going to shoot off right now!

As he felt the come mounting, he drew his cock back for a horrendous plunge to the bottom. But he pulled back too far and the swollen head of his cock popped out of her asshole. By the time he realized the circumstances, he was already lunging forward, and the head of his tool buried itself in the crack of her ass, and the come roared out and drenched her externally. Her asshole was searching for his cock.

But, however far he fell short of the ultimate, Howard had come! And his scalp crawled with the goodness of the sensation.

As he spent his load, he released Tuesday, and she fell exhausted on the tarp. Though she had been somewhat forewarned by her sense of smell, she did not know there was a huge turd lying near, and she rolled over on it, smearing herself with shit from the waist down. Her buttocks were covered, and when she saw what had happened, she fell into uncontrollable sobbing.

Fucking Bobo for love was one thing, but gang-banging a five some of crude, shit-spewing clods was another.

Her conscience overwhelmed her.

Chewing gum vigorously, Freda waved a nail file through the air, and swallowed hard. "Goddamn, after getting that sort of five-way screwing, it's a wonder you ever had good sense anymore."

Tuesday smiled. "Oh well, it wasn't so bad… After all, it gives a girl a kind of offbeat sense of distinction to have taken on a whole bunch of 'em at once."

"Yeah," Freda said, resuming her manicure. "I've been in on a few gang-bangs myself, but I only took 'em on one at a time."

"Afterward, I was sick as hell. They really didn't hurt me… not physically. But, shit, my conscience was killing me. You know, up until then, I had let that old lezzie gnaw on me, and I gave old Bobo pussy because I thought we were in love. But deep down inside of me, I still felt like fucking was wrong."

"You must have tried to kill yourself… jump in a lake or something."

"Naw, I didn't jump in a lake," Tuesday said. "After that, I was a long time feeling right. But

everything I tried fucked up."

"Like what?"

"Well, I went to see the principal of our school.

You know the glasses-on-the-nose type of asshole?