Phebe stepped out of the bathroom and pulled on my panties. Bill had been fun but she needed to get home and change into men’s clothes to go to work. The wig, frilly skirt, stockings, blouse and wig would stay at home.
“Bye Bill, need to get home.” With a peck on his cheek, Phebe rushed out the door to her car. Her ass was a little sore from Bill trying to fuck the shit out of her. Phebe had loved every stroke.
My phone rang just as Phebe started driving home.
“Hey George, what’s up?”
“Hey Phebe, I’m having a few guys over for poker Friday night. Would you like to come over?”
“I’m not a poker player.”
“You’ve never played poker?”
“I’ve only played strip poker when I was in college.”
“Haha… You don’t have to play. Just dress up cute and help me distribute snacks during the game and stuff.”
“Yeah, that sounds like fun. But I’m not a cleaning lady.”
“No, just come by, look cute, smile and meet some good guys. We’ll all have fun.”
“Are these guys open-minded? I don’t want any shit about dressing up.”
“No, they’re cool. I know personally two of the guys are bi and everybody knows it. No religious freaks or homophobes to worry about.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. One of the married guys is secretly bi and versatile. I’ve topped and bottomed for him. You won’t have any problems or drama.”
“OK, that sounds good. What time?”
“Anytime after 7:30. We’ll start a little early because some of the guys are married and can’t stay out too long.”
“Any special guys for you?”
“Just normal guys. You’ll like them. Who knows, you may even get lucky!
“I need a little luck.” Phebe squirmed her sore butt and thought: ‘Bill had been his usual great stud. If only he wasn’t such an asshole!’
“What’s going on with Bill? Aren’t you two still dating?”
“Bill thinks the way to my heart is through my ass and he pounds the shit out of me whenever he gets the chance. My ass is sore from his passionate pounding. He’s great in bed but outside the bedroom, he can be a real jerk. I’m not there just for his pleasure to be discarded after he cums. I’m ready to move on but damn, he’s good in bed! If I wasn’t so fucking horny I’d have already moved on.”
“Why don’t you come by tonight and I’ll take you to dinner and give you a little TLC?”
“Thanks, George, but I’m tired and need to get to work. And recuperate my ass. How about a rain-check?”
“Sure, Phebe. Just let me know.”
“What’s going on with Sally? Are you two still together?”
“No, we broke up two weeks ago. She couldn’t handle the fact that I am bi. I guess she needs a bland guy. She wants children but, I guess, not with me. I”m fine with it.”
“Sorry to hear about that. I hope you meet a nice girl who accepts you for who you are.”
“Thanks, I appreciate your support.”
“OK, I’ll see you Friday.”
Phebe arrived at her apartment and began her transition. Off came the wig, earrings, makeup, skirt, heels, stockings, blouse and padded bra as Ron emerged. He looked at himself in the mirror. Five-foot six, brown hair, brown eyes, conservative hairstyle, twenty-eight and healthy. He pulled off his pink panties, revealing his four-inch cock and tiny balls. He turned sideways to check out his sore, battered, bubbly butt. Shaking his head, he changed and headed to work.
Friday evening arrived and Ron began his transition over again starting with an enema in case he got lucky. This time he chose bright red panties, a matching garter belt, and black fishnet stockings. A flowered ruffled skirt with a white collared blouse completed the outfit and Phebe returned. The brown, shoulder-length wig made Phebe passable in public. The makeup and bright red lipstick completed her outfit and she looked in the mirror.
‘You’re a flirt!’ She thought. ‘If I don’t get banged tonight it’ll be because the guys are eunuch wimps. I need a MAN who knows how to treat a gurl.’
George’s place was nice. Four bedrooms, three baths with a nice kitchen and plenty of light. Phebe had helped him decorate and choose matching furniture. George was color blind and Phebe met him as a part-time decorator. Phebe explained color choices, lighting and furniture placement and George hired her. He only learned she was a cross-dresser when she got into a heated argument with a furniture installer who called her a, “fucked-up sissy,” and reduced her to tears. The experience bonded them and they became occasional lovers after the job was over and his house was professionally decorated.
George considered himself “mostly straight” but Phebe knew better: you don’t fuck a guy’s ass and then the next day fuck pussy without being bi. Or suck cock and swallow. George was definitely fuckable for any interested party.
When Phebe arrived George was putting out the snacks for the party. He flashed his handsome smile. “Hi Phebe, thanks for coming!”
George was wearing jeans with a sloppy button-down shirt.
“George, you need to change your shirt. You look like a teenager dressed you!”
“Well, at least I’m still young at heart!”
“Come on, come on… Do I have to dress you too?” Phebe pushed George down the hall toward his bedroom. She had been there in his loving embrace several times.
“Ok, ok, I’ll look more presentable. But it’s just a bunch of guys so we’re not formal,” George protested as he took his shirt off.
“Go a lighter color than your jeans,” Phebe suggested.
Pulling out a gray polo shirt, George asked: “What do you think?”
“Much better. And what happened to your chest hair?”
“Bobbie talked me into shaving it all off. What do you think?”
Phebe rubbed her hands over his chest and immediately became aroused.
“I liked your hair better. It makes you more manly,” She continued feeling his chest and reached his waist.
“I’ll grow it back for you.” With that George bent over and gave Phebe a deep kiss.
“Hey, your guests will be here any minute.”
“The door’s open. We’ve got time for a quickie.” George reached around to Phebe’s ass and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze.
“You sure we’ve got time?”
“Positive. Come over to the bed and bend over.” George’s pants were down and he grabbed the lube and quickly rubbed some on his hard cock.
“Love your skirt… Oh, your stockings are blocking your panties. I’ll have to move it aside.”
George moved her red panties carefully out of the way of his throbbing cock. He entered Phebe smoothly and slid all the way into her. He’d been in her ass several times and knew how she liked getting fucked. And he obliged with long, firm strokes.
“Hello! Hello!” Somebody yelled from the living area.
“I’ll be with you in a minute!” George yelled back toward the open bedroom door.
“George!” Phebe hissed, “Your guests are arriving.”
“Yeah…” George grunted, not slowing down. “I’m almost there…”
“George!” Phebe whispered. “George! Your guests are here.”
“Yeah…” George grunted, not slowing down. “I’m almost there…”
‘Damm!” Phebe thought, embarrassed but still enjoying herself. She enjoyed sex in public but this…
“Oh… Oh… Awww…” George shot his load in Phebe’s ass. Phebe’s ass was high up in the air and her head was on the bed while she waited for George to finish. His grip on her hips was firm as he held her ass against him.
George slowly released his grip on Phebe’s hips before pulling out.
“I gotta run. See you in a minute.” George pulled his pants up and dashed out the bedroom door.
Phebe sighed as she stood up, squirming to adjust her panties. ‘Too quick. I’m hornier now,’ she thought.
In the kitchen, three guys were standing around with George. “Hey, let me introduce you to Phebe. She’ll be helping us out tonight so we can focus on poker. This is Art, Pete and Zeke. Tony and Craig should be showing up any minute.”
Phebe picked up a glass of zinfandel wine and took a lady-like sip. Zeke was a hunk! Tall, black with thick lips, short hair and a muscular frame. He looked familiar. “Good wine. Zeke, are you a football player?”
Zeke smiled at Phebe. “Not at the pro level. I was a running back at State but I’m not fast enough to be a pro. I’m a part-time physical trainer so I keep in shape.”
George laughed. “You’re a work-out warrior! You set the school record for most number of sit-ups. What was it, one-eighty something?”
“187 my senior year.”
“Show us your stomach! Let’s see if you’ve gone to flab, Zeke,” Art asked.
“Is this a show and tell party?” Zeke asked with a grin.
“It might be if you run out of chips!” George laughed.
“We’ll have to wait for Tony. He always loses at those kinds of games,” Pete chirped in.
“Especially when he’s had too much to drink. Then he’ll do anything!” George laughed.
“Like what?” Phebe asked, thinking this was a story she’d like to here.
“Tony’s a rules guy. He will follow the rules no matter what. But he forgets what the rules are when he’s drunk. So we had some fun with him,” Pete explained as Art and Zeke laughed. George had a big grin.
“What’d he do that was so funny?” Phebe persisted.
“What was that guy’s name?” Art asked.
“Jerry. Jerry was drunk too and very willing to oblige,” George stated to multiple laughs.
“He put on a show too!” Art grinned.
The wine was good and Phebe enjoyed the banter between the guys trying to hide their secret and one-up each other. Zeke finally gave in and lifted his shirt to show his abs.
“Shit!” Phebe exclaimed, “Are you real? You look like you came out of a medical show or something.”
“Here…” Zeke pulled Phebe’s hand over to his stomach. He was rock solid.
Phebe felt the back of her neck warming. ‘Damm, this guy’s a specimen in manhood.’ She thought.
“Were the stories true?” Art asked. “Did people really pay you to pose and stuff in college?”
Phebe poured her third glass of wind. She was getting tipsy but didn’t care.
“Yeah, the cougars did come calling. Blonde-haired older women wanted a piece of me. Especially the married ones.”
“Did they bring their husbands too?” Art inquired.
“Sometimes. This one couple paid me a hundred bucks to fuck the wife and the husband to suck my dick. It was fun.”
“How’d you ever get started with that?” Phebe asked.
“Right after the Michigan game where I broke 217 rushing yards. That got a lot of attention from the girls at school.”
“Did they pay you too?” Phebe persisted.
“Not the school girls. They were a lot of fun.”
“And you filmed a few too, didn’t you!” Art accused.
Zeke grinned, “Yeah, I did. But they knew about it and wanted a copy too. Somebody from a porn company wanted me to come in and ‘interview’ for a position.”
“That must have inflated your ego.” Giggled Phebe.
Zeke laughed. “I didn’t take them up on it. I was still on my scholarship. Besides, those older married women were very appreciative.”
“You still doing the old cougars?” Phebe asked, pouring more wine.
“Not anymore. Women in their forties are the most fun but most come with baggage or husbands. Most of the husbands want to get fucked too and sometimes it’s a competition between them.”
“So you’re bi?” Phebe blurted out.
Zeke laughed. “I guess so.” Leaning over, he whispered into her ear, “You want to see why the cougars were after me?”
“What? Here?”
Zeke smiled. Bending over to Phebe’s ear, he whispered: “Come on, let’s go in the bathroom where we can have some privacy.” As he took Phebe’s hand and led her into a bathroom.
“Let’s see what you’ve got!”
“Unbuckle me.”
Phebe started with the belt but had difficulty with his button. She knelt down to see better and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. A big, black cock jumped out at her.
“Damm, you’re big.” Phebe instinctively wrapped her hand around Zeke’s cock. Zeke’s cock head was almost twice the size of his shaft. No wonder he got an offer to do porn!
Phebe stared at Zeke’s cock and had to feel the head. It was soft and spongy. And big!
“Taste it,” Zeke commanded.
Phebe opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the cock head. He had a strong, male taste. She slid it over her tongue to taste the bottom as it slid into her mouth and bumped the back of her throat. She backed off but loved the feel of the big cockhead sliding past her lips.
“Wow!” She exclaimed. “That’s a great cock you’ve got!”
“Thanks. Go ahead…”
Phebe took Zeke’s big cock into her mouth again. This was an experience that she didn’t expect. But she didn’t stop because she really liked the big cock head in her mouth. In and out, it was delicious!
“You want it in your ass too?” Zeke’s voice opened her eyes. She had closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation in her mouth.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, not wanting to take the cock out of her mouth. She closed her eyes again and slid his cock back into her mouth.
“OK, turn around and lift up your skirt,” Zeke ordered her.
Phebe did as she was told. She put the toilet seat down and leaned on it. Zeke unhooked the garter belt and pulled down her panties. He spat on his cock and pushed it against her button slowly. Phebe pushed back and loosened up and POP! the head was in. She could feel the cock as it slid deeper into her ass.
“Oh yes, Zeke. Give it to me!”
George’s cum provided all the lube they needed. Phebe felt his hips meet her butt and pressed hard against her. She realized Zeke’s big cock was entirely inside her! She almost came at that thought. Then he pulled out with another POP! and she felt her button contract. His cock head then started pushing again and then POP! he was in and slid all the way in. And he kept repeating it several times. Cum would dribble from Phebe’s cock every time Zeke’s cock head “popped” past across her prostate.
“Oh, Zeke… Oh… Yes!” Phebe pleaded to Zeke’s moves.
And Zeke changed his technique. In and out Zeke slowly picked up speed while staying inside Phebe’s ass.
“Zeke…! Zeke…! OHHHHHH… “
She started rotating her hips so she could feel him moving around more inside her.
“Phebe! Damm girl! Your ass is great!” Zeke’s thrusts were deep and his grunts were louder as he built up. Phebe could feel Zeke’s cock swelling as he loaded his cum and quickened his pace. His grip on her hips was tighter too.
With the sound of Zeke’s balls slapping nicely against hers along with his heavy breathing, Phebe didn’t hear the opening of the bathroom door; the only thing she was concerned about was how good Zeke fucking her with his marvelous cock felt.
“Give it to me! Give me all you’ve got!” Demanded Phebe.
Zeke responded by exploding his cum deep inside Phebe. She could feel the warmth of his cum as he tried to fill her ass up. It felt good! She tightened up on his cock but kept rotating her hips, draining his cock of every drop.
Phebe wanted all of Zeke’s cum and she told him, “All of it, Zeke. All of it!”
“Damm, Phebe, what your ass did to me was great! We’ve got to do this again!” With a light slap on Phebe’s ass, Zeke dismounted.
“Good job, Zeke. You two put on quite a show.” Phebe and Zeke were startled to see George, Art and Matt standing in the doorway watching them.
“How long have you guys been watching?” Phebe requested, a little embarrassed.
“Your loud passionate cry of ‘Zeke!’ alerted us that something was going on. You can be loud, Phebe!”
“Come on, guys,” George suggested. “Tony and Craig aren’t going to make it. Let’s give Phebe some privacy.”
George put another glass of wine on the sink with a grin and a wink. “See, you got lucky.” Leaving, he turned around and winked at Phebe again. “You and Zeke sure fuck well!”
“Uh… thanks?” Phebe didn’t know how to respond. ‘Was that a compliment?”
Phebe took a few minutes to straighten out her outfit and reapply some makeup. ‘I’ve gotta do Zeke again!’ passed through her mind with a smile.
When Phebe entered the kitchen area, the guys were in a discussion about playing cards.
“We need at least five people to play,” observed Art.
“That’s what we agreed on,” complained Pete
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t count on two guys not showing up. We’ll have to do something else.” George volunteered.
“I’m good with whatever you guys want. I’ve already had a wonderful evening,” Zeke bragged.
The other guys laughed. Phebe blushed as she grabbed another glass of wine.
“Let’s play strip poker!” offered Art.
“That works for me,” Zeke laughed.
George asked: “Anything goes for service requests? You guys good with that?”
“No pain or humiliation for me,” Pete stated. “How long per chip?”
Everyone was now staring at Phebe. She had more than enough wine to do this.
“I don’t want to undress. I like the way I look.”
“That’s ok with me. But you’ll still have to partake in the fun if you lose your chips,” George replied.
Phebe was tipsy but still horny. “I’m ok with that. But you guys will have to count shoes or socks as one item.”
“I’ve got a two-minute timer that makes things interesting when chips run out. Two minutes per chip when you’re out.”
“That sounds like fun!” Pete exclaimed.
Everybody sat down at the card table. The chips were already distributed. Phebe ended up sitting between Zeke and Pete. She was feeling good with wine and the afterglow of sex tonight. But she hadn’t cum yet and was even hornier than earlier.
They played and slowly everybody was losing clothes. George was unlucky and the first to get naked. Zeke was next but Pete was lucky and still had his pants on. Art was down to his shorts. The next play, George bet three chips he didn’t have against Pete and lost.
Pete thought for a moment before telling George: “I want six minutes of you loving my cock with your mouth and tongue. And if I cum before the six minutes is up, you’ve got to swallow!”
“You’re a tough guy to play against. But you can’t win them all! I’ll get you.” With that, George kneeled in front of Pete and pulled his pants down. Everybody gathered around to watch George go at it. He spent a lot of attention licking Pete’s balls and running his tongue up and down his shaft before taking his cock in his mouth.
“George! You can take me deeper in your mouth! Do it!” Pete demanded.
George slid Pete’s cock deeper each stroke until his nose was buried in Pete’s crotch. Pete leaned back with his hands on George’s shoulders and let George do his time. George played with Pete’s balls as his pleasure increased and he moved toward cumming.
The timer went off before Pete got off. Licking his lips, George smiled at Pete. “Maybe next time?”
Pete smiled back. “We’ll see if you can do better next time.”
George laughed. “Be happy with what you got. Otherwise, you’d be the bottom boi for us tonight.”
The next hand Art won and Phebe lost four chips. She knew what was coming or going to cum.
“I’d like eight minutes of your ass, Phebe.”
“George, can we use your bedroom?” Phebe asked.
“Naw, I enjoyed watching you. Besides, you got to watch me sucking Pete’s dick. What do you think, Art? Where do you want Phebe?”
Art smiled. “On the sofa. Stay dressed, with your heels on. And on your back.”
Phebe sighed but laid down on the sofa and pulled her skirt and legs up.
“Leave your panties on!” Art ordered as he took his pants off. Her heels pointed up and everybody was watching. Again!
Art moved her panties to her knees and put another pillow under Phebe’s butt while applying lube to Phebe’s buttonhole. She was already lubricated by Zeke and George and didn’t need it at all. Art’s cock was longer than Zeke’s and almost as big. Phebe guided Art’s cock to her hole and he pushed in.
“Yeah! All right! Go for it!” Were the comments coming from the guys watching.
Art’s cock slowly slid into Phebe’s cum filled ass. This was the third guy tonight and Phebe was loving it.
“Fuck her!” George commanded. “Let’s see what you can do!”
Art slowly slid his cock out of Phebe’s ass completely and then slid back in so everybody could see how deep he was.
“Oh!” Phebe exclaimed at Art’s deep penetration
“Oh yeah!” Exclaimed Art. “Phebe, your ass feels great! I love your internal lube!”
Zeke and George laughed together. Art was talking about their cum.
“Shut up and fuck me!” Phebe barked.
“Sure, sweetheart.” Art grinned again as he started his strokes. The slapping of his balls on Phebe’s ass drowned out any sounds in the room.
“Oh, yes…” Phebe moaned with her eyes closed as she wrapped her legs around Art’s neck while squeezing her cheeks together.
Art looked up at the guys watching and beamed with a huge smile. He hadn’t expected to get laid tonight. Pete was rubbing his cock in his pants while watching Phebe getting her ass fucked.
“Don’t you go whacking off on my rug!” Yelled George to Zeke’s laughter.
“Sorry guys, I’m horny as hell watching these two.”
“Enjoy the show. I don’t want to clean up after you!” George laughed.
“Art’s doing pretty good. Do you think he’s a better ass fucker than me?” Zeke asked.
Everybody except Phebe roared in laughter. Her eyes had been closed as she enjoyed Art deeply fucking her. “Quiet guys, I’m busy.”
Zeke and George chuckled at her response. Phebe closed her eyes again and got back into Art’s fucking. “Yes, yes, oh… That’s soooo deep!”
Art was panting as he picked up the pace. The banging of his nuts on Phebe’s ass and her encouragement was a big turnon for everybody.
“Oh shit!” Phebe exclaimed. “I’m gonna cum!”
Her small cock had been twirling around to Art’s plunging his cock up her ass and everybody watched in delight as she started spurting cum out onto her skirt and blouse while moaning and groaning.
“Good job, Art!” George exclaimed to Zeke and Pete’s laughter.
“Now we know Art’s a better ass fucker than Zeke is!” Pete chuckled.
“Maybe she likes that position more. What do you think, George?” Zeke asked through a big grin.
“Ahhh…..” Art slammed his cock up Phebe’s ass and then unloaded his cum deep into her.
George laughed. “I don’t think she minds at all!”
Zeke and Pete laughed at his remark as George handed Phebe some tissues. Nobody had noticed with the noise of Art and Phebe fucking that the timer had gone off. Nobody cared.
“Good job Art, Phebe. You two made my night!”
“Thanks, I guess.” Phebe blushed as she cleaned up. Her legs were a little sore from being held up during the fucking. She sat up, a little wobbly from her public ass fucking. George handed her another glass of wine and helped her to her seat at the table.
“Damm, Art!” George exclaimed, “You made a mess of my sofa. I hope it doesn’t stain.”
Art grinned. “How do you know it’s mine? Did you taste it?”
The room exploded in laughter. Everybody was having fun.
“All right, no more action on my sofa,” George announced.
The card game continued again.
This time Art lost to Zeke for two chips.
“Now you get to suck my big black dick!” Zeke pushed back his chair and spread his legs.
Art got down and went to work on Zeke’s cock. Everybody could tell Art enjoyed sucking Zeke’s cock as much as Zeke enjoyed Art sucking his cock. Art was furiously bobbing his head up and down on Zeke’s cock with his mouth giving a firm grip. Zeke was moaning at the intensity of the blowjob.
“Yes, that’s a good boi, suck my big black cock! Make me cum!”
Art was playing with himself as he did his best to make Zeke cum. Zeke’s moans and groans were pronounced but got even louder as Art focused on Zeke’s cock head with his quick thrusts of delight. The timer went off but Art didn’t stop.
“The times up!” announced George. But that didn’t stop Art. He kept bouncing his mouth over Zeke’s big black cock until Zeke erupted.
“Ohhh…” Zeke pulled Art’s head down and buried his cock deep into Art’s mouth as he spurted his cum.
“Art’s a real blowjob fanatic!” quipped George.
“Damm Zeke, you’re the luckiest guy tonight!” smirked Pete jealously.
“Art seemed pretty luck,.” Chimed in Phebe as the cum continued to leak out of her ass.
They all sat at the card table and resumed playing. Phebe had some more wine and was dealt a good hand. She had a good hand and wanted to see George finish Pete so she kept betting. But on the last bet, Pete bet twelve chips and Phebe called but George folded.
“Full house, sixes over fours,” Phebe announced smugly.
“Five hearts!” Replied Pete.
“Pete, you’re the lucky guy tonight. You get, what, twenty-four minutes of Phebe? It doesn’t get any better than that.”
“What are you gonna do?” asked Art. “You’ve got twenty-four minutes of pleasure.”
Pete sat there with a devious smirk on his face. “What do you think, Phebe? What can we do for twenty-four minutes?”
“I don’t know. Give you a massage?” Phebe offered, not knowing what to do.
“How about I share you in a threesome for twelve minutes. How’s that sound?”
Phebe blushed. She loved threesomes when both holes were being drilled at the same time. “I, I guess so.” she stammered, faking humility.
Pete took her hand and led Phebe into George’s bedroom where she’d already been fucked before. She crawled up on the bed and Pete climbed on without his clothes. Phebe was on her hands and knees and turned around to see Pete with his big hard-on positioning her ass. Pete played with Phebe’s ass by sliding his cock up and down and poking her button.
“Don’t tease me like that. Just do it!” Phebe demanded, reaching back for Pete’s cock to guide him in.
With a little push, Pete was in Phebe’s ass.
Phebe spread her knees a little so Pete would start at a downward angle as she squeezed her cheeks together and Pete slid in all the way. He wasn’t as long or thick as the other cocks she’d had that night but he was a good fit. He pulled almost out before slamming his cock in her ass.
Phebe gasped. She wasn’t expecting that. Pete pulled out slowly and again slammed his cock up her ass, making her gasp again.
“Holy shit Pete! Give me a chance to breathe.”
George, Zeke and Art laughed.
Phebe put her head down and let Pete slam her ass over and over. The angle was good and sent a spark up her spine every time he slammed her prostate on the way to embedding himself completely in her ass.
“Hey George, get up on the bed and give Phebe’s mouth something to do. She hasn’t given a blowjob all night!”
“That’s right.” George climbed on the bed and lifted up Phebe’s head. “Here Phebe, suck on me!”
Phebe took George’s cock in her mouth but Pete had firm control of her ass preventing her from moving much at all. Phebe was enjoying her ass being slammed and didn’t pay too much attention to sucking George’s cock. So George started fucking her mouth.
George began pushing his cock deeper into Phebe’s throat with each stroke. She heard George and Pete whispering and then they started skewering her together, in sync. With every thrust by Pete in her ass, George replied with a thrust of his cock into Phebe’s throat. Over and over, together they skewered Phebe.
Phebe realized she was being “spit-roasted” by George and Pete and loved it! She was having difficulty breathing at times but timed herself well. Phebe enjoyed giving blowjobs and took pride in suppressing her gag reflex to give cocks the deepest penetration they wanted.
The moans and groans coming from both guys was an intense turn-on for Phebe. The feel of the cock sliding across her prostate and the taste of George’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth into her throat was awesome! She knew she would soon cum again.
“Ahhhhhh….” With that final grunt and slam, Pete unloaded his cum deep into Phebe’s ass. She could feel the warm cum inside her as George continued fucking her mouth and throat.
Phebe tightened her cheeks together as firmly as she could. She wanted every drop of cum he had! Pete slowly started pulling back but then suddenly slammed deep into Phebe’s ass again, shoving George’s cock down her throat. The two guys grasped hands and kept Phebe between them until she started gagging for breath. Only then did George pull back enough for Phebe to breathe but now George took ahold of Phebe’s shoulders and went back to fucking her mouth.
Phebe became absorbed in helping George get the best possible blowjob when she felt another cock rubbing against her asshole. Turning around, she saw Zeke on the bed behind her with a big black hard-on.
“You want some more black cock?”
“I’d love it!” responded Phebe as she turned back to George’s cock. She paused for a moment to savor the feeling of Zeke’s cock popping into her ass and sliding across her prostate. “Dam! That feels good!” she exclaimed as Zeke slid his cock all the way into Phebe’s cum-filled ass.
“Suck me off!” George commanded.
Phebe focused as best she could on giving George a good blowjob while enjoying Zeke sliding his big black cock in and out of her ass. He was doing her ass just right and could feel the throbbing leading up to her cumming. Zeke kept it up as the pressure inside Phebe built up.
And then George blew his load without warning. His cum flowed into her throat and she gagged a little, sending cum down the wrong way. Reflexively, she coughed, but because George’s cock was still in her mouth, cum came out her nose. It was a big load but Phebe didn’t want to stop from enjoying George’s cock and cum. Especially with Zeke fucking her ass. The smell of cum in her nose made Phebe cum again.
She could hear the guys laughing as cum dripped out of her nose as George pulled out from Phebe’s mouth. Cum was still dripping from her as Zeke continued fucking her. Everybody was laughing and having a good time. Zeke came again and Phebe buried her head on the bed. She was about to collapse when somebody grabbed her hips. She didn’t object as another cock slid into her ass. She didn’t know who but it did feel good.
Phebe had become fuck-drunk with all the anal probing and cumming she’d done for the party. She lost track of who was fucking her and whenever a cock was stuck in her face she gladly sucked it up.
George later told her that everybody had fucked her at least twice. It was a party she’d never forget. Or regret.
