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"That's it," he panted, "Do my fingers stimulate you!"

"Oh, yes," she replied exuberantly, "You really know how to use them in my twat!"

Laura was stabbing up his rectum savagely, "How about that?" Gustin turned to tell her it was smooth fucking, and this triggered Vince to drive his tremendous jackhammer up there with sharp, hard force.

"Fuck it – fuck!" he grunted, gripping Laura's turning, twisting buttocks, as he rode forward. The sensuous sight turned Gustin on, as he looked in the mirror. The four of them, creating their sexy Choo-Choo train, were forging ahead.

"Fuck it," he told Laura who promptly gyrated her behind to the tempo of his hard-driving cockthrust.

His hands supplied a lot of satisfaction as he felt of her behind. Gripping it tightly, he thrust himself inside her.

"Shove it back, baby," he begged. Laura drove her ass back and he rammed ahead.

"Sock it to me," she turned to smile at Vince, who was thoroughly enjoying the action.

The four of them were building to a mutual climax, and the rutting became more savage, more furious. "More, baby, more," he told her, "Drive it up there! Fuck! Fuck it!"

And then Laura felt Vince's penis erupting in her rectum. Gripping it tightly in her hot channel, she squeezed its sticky contents.

"Ohhh, ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Vince panted, as he socked it to her, his balls bouncing on her behind, as he drove it in up to the hilt. Now, Gustin got his gun off.

"I'm shooting baby, grab it!"

Terry pulled in as she got a vise-like grip on his tool, squeezing out the cum-load.

"Ohhh, ahh, yes, turn and twist, honey! Keep it moving!" Terry did just that, but begged him, "keep the finger action up honey – yea – yes, that's it. Fuck it – fuck me with your fingers, baby – that's it – fuck it good!" As both men felt their penises erupting in the girl's behind, Gustin remembered, "Hey – this is supposed to be a Choo-Choo train! We should all be saying, 'Chugg-Chugg'…"

"Alright," Terry stammered, "Chugg-Chugg – Chugg-Chugg!" The Chugg-Chugg was picked up by the rest of the train – Gustin, Laura, and Vince, and their combined 'Chugg-Chugg' made a funny sound, that got them into a laughing jag, "Hey, stop it," Gustin said, "I was enjoying a good solid fucking until you got me laughing."

"You got your rocks off," Terry reminded him.

"Yeah, but I always good for one more round…"

"Forget it," Laura sighed, "We've given you a good enough time already!"

They pulled out of each other, and flopped down on the bed. Gustin smiled at his sticky, dripping with cum, prick. "Hey, baby, why don't you suck the cum off…"

"Now?" Terry demanded.

"Right now," Gustin insisted, grasping his mainstem proudly, "It would really appreciate a good cleaning – and what better way to clean it than with your sweet, hot mouth!"

Without complaining Terry did as she was told, and as Laura watched, she feared that Vince might suggest the same thing, which she found the thought of more than a little distasteful.

"Alright," Vince nodded, grinning, and holding his penis in his hand, "Now – now you come over here and suck on my prick…"

"Later," Laura laughed, hoping she could put him off.

"Now, while the cum is still hot," Vince demanded.

It didn't take long for Laura to commence licking on Vince's joystick for she was eager to get it over with. She closed her eyes, and Vince insisted, "Keep your eyes open so you can watch it…"

Glancing up, she begged, "Do I have to?"

"Yea, go ahead – it's only been up your asshole!"

"Don't mention it," Laura objected, "I'll suck it but don't talk about it!"

She bent over, and let her mouth slip over its meaty head, and then she began sucking on him, and he enjoyed her debasement enormously, letting his hands reach out, and he pushed her down.

"GO after it, baby," he advised her, "Suck it for me, and you better suck it good!"

To her surprise, Vince could still get some thrusting power into his penis. She figured that he'd be ready to shrive after all that hot action, but it didn't work that way at all. He was stiffening with each downswing of her mouth, and her fingers agitated his testicles, trying to bring him closer, still closer to another climax.

Terry, in the meantime was discovering the same thing was happening with Gustin's penis. At first, he was soft, but as she sucked, he started to stiffen, and the longer she sucked upon it the harder he was becoming.

"Good girl," he panted, "keep it up! Keep that I suction action going. Faster, honey – faster!"

Terry's mouth moved at quicker tempo, as she sought to bring the penis to eruption.

The two men exchanged glances, finding that watching the other man being sucked upon was capable of producing quite a response in their own body.

"How about that?" Vince smiled, "Isn't she a nice, clean girl? She loves to lick prick – clean dick – yes – that's her specialty – suck it, cocksucker – suck it!"

The action didn't subside, as each man drove it into her harder, faster, more furiously.

"Keep it up," he insisted, "That's it, baby keep that cock-sucking action going! Faster, baby, faster!"

The rapid thrusting movement of his male member was producing electric thrills up and down her spine.

"Ohhhh – ahhhh – yes – yes – that's it, suck it – suck it, sweetie, suck it!"

Gustin, on his third round didn't take long. The sperm load wasn't as great as the first or second but nevertheless, it was a sizeable load, and she devoured it quickly.

"Ahhh – ohhhhh – yes – yes, suck that prick! Eat it!" The hot creamy juice spurted into her mouth, and she devoured it greedily.

Vince was grunting now too, as he came, shooting into Laura's sucking mouth.

"There it is, baby, eat that juicy dong! Lick it – suck it all out!"

Laura gobbled down the penis before her, enjoying it immensely, as she felt the hot juices hurtling down her throat, and she greedily licked the head of it, as he slid out of her.

Once the two girls had removed their mouths from the men's penises, Vince reminded his buddy Gustin, "We still haven't given the girls the 'golden shower'…"

"Maybe we could skip that treat you have in mind, whatever that is," Laura suggested about sick enough to throw up from all they'd put them through.

"Oh, no," Gustin argued, "That's the nicest action of all!"

"I'd suggest we go into the bathroom for the ceremonies," Vince smiled.

"Is it necessary for all four of us to cram together in the bathroom?" Terry asked, "Really!"

"It really is necessary," Gustin insisted again. And so, the four of them ushered into the rather small quarters.

"You get on the floor," Vince smiled, and Gustin picked it up from there, "and you face the opposite direction."

Both girls got on the floor, facing opposite the men. Then, the men gripping their penises began spraying them with their urine.

"This, luvs, is the golden shower!"

"Oh, no, damnit," Laura complained, squeezing herself together, trying to get away from the spray from his penis. "This is sick, sick, sick, and I don't want any part of it."

"Stop it," Terry whimpered, "Stop it, you demented…"

But both men remained cool, "Hey, honey – aren't you ladies getting a bit choosy about what you will do, and about what you won't do? You're pleasure girls, and you shouldn't complain about giving us a little pleasure! No – just relax, and enjoy it!"

When they finished urinating, both men, said, "Get up – we want to take a shower, and clean up!"

Both girls did get up, and the men took their showers, as Terry went into the bedroom, collapsing in the bed and crying.

Once the men were gone, Terry told Laura flatly, "I've had it – those last two guys were too much. I'm sick and tired of catering to all the whims they can dream up."