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After several years of futile attempts at maintaining gainful employment, my husband, Tommy, and I decided to try to make a living as truck drivers. We thought of it as an opportunity for adventure since we were both young and had never traveled farther north from our home in Florida than Tennessee or farther west than Louisiana. We quickly adapted to the lifestyle. Living, eating, sleeping, working and fucking in the crowded confines of our seventy-two inch sleeper bunk. We had only been on the road for about two months when our truck had to be put in the shop for repairs.

As we stood in the smoking section in the terminal yard my husband bumped my arm and nodded his head toward a nearby table and chuckled, “Hey, babe, there’s one of your freaks. You should go say hey.” I know he was kidding but it still cuts deep to know that some of the kindest most beautiful people are considered freaks simply because they refuse to conform to the standards of what’s considered ’appropriate for polite society’. I didn’t like that Tommy judged so swiftly and harshly.

I looked over to behold a physical beauty like I’d rarely seen. I could tell by the way his knees were a little too close to his chest as he sat on the picnic table, feet on the seat, that he was tall. And lean. His bald head proudly boasted beautiful, intricate, sapphire colored tattoos that ended in points like sideburns on the side of his face. A living, breathing work of art. Opaque glasses hid his eyes as he lifted his head and took a drag of his cigarette. I took a shaky breath and turned to my husband. “Okay.” I sounded like a brat who’d been double-dog-dared to lick a maggot. As my body marched with purpose away from my husband, my mind whirled, begging for this guy to be as gentle as I felt he might be. I also had no clue what I was going to say.

“Hi.” I smiled as he turned his head to look up at me.

“Hello.” His voice was deep, barely audible. My heart skipped a beat and then did a back flip.

“Can you take your glasses of for just a second?” I asked, biting my bottom lip in apprehension. He didn’t move. Only stared at me from behind those pitch-lensed glasses.

“Why?” he asked quietly, one brow raised above the shades.

I shrugged my shoulders. “ I just want to see your eyes.” I said honestly. “I’m betting they’re really pretty.” He dipped his head back down, shook it slowly from side to side, and took a long drag from his cigarette. I waited patiently, not turning to look back at my husband. Slowly, he straightened his torso and turned to face me. He lifted his hand, which could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have seen it I was so focused on his face, and pulled his shades away from his eyes.

Holy shit! My heart skipped, back flipped, somersaulted and vibrated my core. Hidden behind those black glasses was the most beautiful set of crystal blue eyes. They mirrored the way my eyes look after I cry, which is my one vanity. I must have gone slack jawed cause he smiled, and blushed ever so slightly before asking, “Is that all?”

No! I wanted to keep him. I thought, for about a nanosecond, about turning and asking my husband if I could have another husband. Ya know, just a stand-in for those nights when you’re just too tired. But instead I breathed, “You. Have. Beautiful. Eyes.” He slipped his shades back on and slumped back into his relaxed pose. When I didn’t turn and leave, he looked back at me, one brow arched above the rim of his dark glasses.

“So,” I cleared my constricted throat and took a seat next to him on the table. “How long you gonna be laid over here?” I asked in my slow southern drawl then lit a cigarette. From the corner of my eye I saw the edges of his lips turn up softly. Before he could answer I stuck my hand out in front of him. “Sorry,” I said, laughing once as if I’d simply forgotten my manners. “I’m Scarlett, by the way.” I knew so much about him the minute he reciprocated the action. He had large, man hands but his grip was exceptionally gentle.

His features relaxed. “Rob,” he inclined his head as he breathed the name.

“Nice to meet ya, Rob.” I tried to restrain the wobble in in my voice and sound nonchalant.

About that time my husband eased over closer to us. Quickly shaking bad thoughts from my head, I beamed a brilliant “ha, told ya so” smile at my husband and introduced two of the world’s most beautiful specimens of man I’d ever had the pleasure to stand between. Oh, life is nice sometimes.

The two bantered mundane pleasantries like, “Where ya from?, how long ya been driving?” yada, yada, while I sat taking in the breathtaking scenery. When I couldn’t stand being left out any longer, I interrupted their jabber.

“Babe, I’m getting hungry. Is there somewhere around here to eat besides the vending machines?” Damnit all to hell. We’re at least gonna have lunch with this guy. I was dead set to show my husband that people aren’t always what you think they are.

“There’s a gag-in-the-bag a couple of blocks up that way.” Rob pointed up the street.

“A what?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Gag-in-the-bag” he said again as if it were supposed to mean something to me. “You know, Jack-in-the-box?”

I shrugged. “Never heard of it.”

“Huh. Well, if you can stomach Burger King then it’s edible,” Rob explained. Tommy looked at me, the question clear on his face.

“It’s gotta be better than the vending machine crap,” I said as I slid off the table top. “So just a couple blocks that way?” I pointed in a slightly different direction than Rob had.

“Well, it’s just…” he took a quick assessment of me and Tommy then continued, “ If you want, I can walk you down there. It probably couldn’t hurt to have a hot meal.”

Tommy answered quickly, “Hell yeah, man. Let’s go.” I loved Tommy for being open minded enough to accept the things in life that I found beautiful.

I’ll never forget how delighted I was to walk down the street with the two of them. But in retrospect, I can only imagine the thoughts of the people who witnessed our little motley crew. A strait-laced, blue-collar man. A menacing looking bald guy covered in tattoos. And the little southern belle in the middle, drooling as though she’d just had a root canal.

We sat and talked through lunch at Gag-in-the-bag like we were all old friends. Tommy found he had a lot more in common with Rob than he’d ever thought he could. The more Rob talked, the more I admired him. Like Tommy, he wasn’t just pretty, he was very intelligent. I enjoyed listening to the easy way he spoke, like he was sure of everything and fearful of nothing.

The three of us spent the rest of the day laughing and talking as we walked around the streets of Fontana, California. We made our way back to the terminal just before dark only to learn that our trucks wouldn’t be ready for at least two more days. Time off!! And we get to lay up in a hotel room. We gathered our clothes and essentials from our truck, as did Rob from his, and piled into the terminal’s shuttle with several other drivers in similar predicaments.

“You guys care to join me for a beer tonight?” Rob asked.

“I always feel like a beer,” Tommy retorted.

“This motel they’re taking us to is just a few blocks from a bar but…” Rob eyed me warily before continuing, “I’m not sure if it’s a place you’ll both feel comfortable.”

I was a bit offended by the assumption. “What kind of bar is it?” I asked, feeling judged.

“It’s a strip club,” he said in that easy voice of his.

“Hell, we’ve been kicked out of more strip clubs than most people have ever been to,” Tommy answered with a fact he always seemed so proud of. I closed my eyes and shook my head hoping the stories about me weren’t about to start. Rob’s brows raised above his dark shades. Suddenly I knew why he wore the glasses. From where I was sitting I could see that, though he appeared to be looking at Tommy with a questioning gaze, he was actually watching me from the corner of his eyes. My cheeks caught on fire.

We finally made it to the motel but not without Tommy’s promise to Rob that I’d give him all the juicy details of our past strip club experiences after a few drinks. Well, it wasn’t the Beverly Wilshire, few places were, but it’d do. We showered and dressed quickly so we could meet Rob in the lobby. A few blocks down the road, we crossed over the I-215 and into the parking lot of a large bar that vibrated from the music inside.

There was only one problem. I’d forgotten my ID back at the motel. I begged the door guy to let me in, the same way I did when I was 16. I batted my lashes and talked real sweet. It didn’t work. Damn California hard-asses.

“Sorry, guys,” I said for the third time as we walked back to the motel. “We can just run in and grab it and come right back.” I thought it was silly but neither one of them had been willing to let me run back to the motel by myself just to grab my damned ID. They had both insisted on walking back with me.

“I’m going to run in here,” Rob said as we passed a small restaurant/bar next to the motel, “and grab us a round while you get your ID.”

Sure enough, when we returned, Rob was sitting on the deck with tree cold beers on the table. We were content. We kept good company, laughing like the best of friends, sitting on the deck under the dark blanket of the California sky. No one mentioned the strip club again.

The table filled with empty bottles, the restaurant emptied of customers.

“I gotta piss,” Tommy announced as he stood and made his way to the door.

“I’ll get us another round,” Rob said, following right behind him.

Leaving me all alone on the deck with a nearly empty bottle and no one to talk to. I watched Rob order another round. Fascinated by the way the waitress seemed to melt as he spoke to her, I didn’t see the door at the other end of the building open. Didn’t even notice anyone else was in there until Rob turned and spilled the beer as he nearly tripped over a woman behind him. I couldn’t hear the conversation but it must have been something crazy ’cause the next thing I saw was the woman who’d tripped Rob pulling her dress over her head. I laughed out loud. His effect on women was truly astonishing.

Before I sobered from laughter, the woman made her way to where I was sitting and joined me. She sat down so she was just inches from my face. She was very drunk, too.

“I’m Honey,” she breathed.

“I’ll just bet you are.” I licked my lips.

“Wanna see my tattoo?” she asked but didn’t wait for a reply. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head again. Black and red flames licked her belly just above a low panty line. “Touch it,” she more requested than told me. Who was I to deny this chick her wish. With one finger, I barely touched her skin as I traced the lines of the flames. Goose flesh rose all over her exposed skin. And I realized at that moment she wasn’t wearing a bra. She dropped her head back and moaned softly. Abruptly, she dropped the hem of her dress and sat down again. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” she asked, touching my cheek.

“Scarlett,” I told her in the same husky breath that she’d used to introduce herself.

“Can I kiss you, Scarlett?”

She was beautiful. There was only one possible answer. I brushed my lips against hers. She gasped. When I slipped my tongue into her mouth her soft moan rattled my insides. I suddenly wanted to taste this woman. Her palm pressed against my breast as our kiss deepened. Totally lost in the moment, we didn’t hear Tommy and Rob rejoin us until one of them cleared his throat. Tommy prodded Rob with his elbow and said, “Man, what’d you do that for? I was enjoying the hell out of that.” Rob looked at Tommy as if to say, “Just go with it.”

“Ladies, your drinks.” Rob handed each of us a beer, then he and Tommy settled in at the table sitting across from me and Honey.

“And, please,” Tommy said, “don’t let us interrupt.”

My heart raced at the prospect of what was going to happen. “You liked that, did you?” I asked coyly.

“Yes!” both men answered simultaneously. Without missing a beat, I placed my hand on Honey’s breast and met her lips with mine once more. As the kiss deepened, and the eroticism of knowing we were being watched, admired, my hands began to explore on their own. I dipped my hand inside the top of her dress, pressed her taught nipple between my finger and thumb and shuddered as she moaned against my lips again. “Day-um!” Tommy whispered in appreciation. It made me smile.

Honey stopped caressing my breasts and moved her hand in between my legs. I spread them open to allow her better access to the hot spot that was quickly dampening beneath my jeans and panties. As her fingers rubbed, I slid my hand down the length of her body. Firmly caressing her thigh then slipping my hand beneath the hem of her dress.

When my fingers skimmed across her panties she pulled away from the kiss and whispered against my wanting lips, “Can we go somewhere?”

I was up and moving before the guys knew what was going on. “Let’s take the party up to our room,” I suggested in ragged breaths. All three of them popped up like cheater buttons on a butterball. “Get Rob to go to the store with you for condoms and meet us in our room,” I whispered to Tommy as we headed for the parking lot. He kissed my cheek and did as I asked.

“I gotta grab something,” Honey called as I joined up to her. She popped the trunk on her silver Accord and removed a large bag. “Toys,” she explained, closing the truck.

We made it to my room in record time. I knew the boys would be a while trying to find an open store at that hour so I took advantage of our time alone. When Honey set her bag down I kissed her again, this time sweeping my tongue across hers, nibbling her bottom lip. With my lips still exploring hers, I found the hem of her dress and began easing it up her body. When her bare breasts were exposed, I traced my lips down her chest to find her taught pink nipple, circling it with my tongue. Her back bowed and her breath came faster. Just the way she reacted to my touch made my stomach burn with desire and my most feminine parts throb to be touched. My lips continued their southern journey, kissing her stomach. Then the tips of the flames.

Suddenly, Honey pulled away from me and grabbed my hand. “Come here,” she coaxed. I followed her into the small bathroom. But the bed’s out there. The thought was quicker than a blink. If she wanted to do it in the bathroom then we were doing it in the bathroom.

Honey was built like Hugh Heffner’s wet dream. She was around my height, 5'8" or so, with honey (haha) blond hair and hazel eyes that seemed to change every time I looked at her. Her lips weren’t Angelina’s but they were nice. Warm, sweet, inviting. I kissed her again as she fumbled through the bag.

She stopped me after just a moment. “Take your clothes off,” she whispered in a rush. “Let me see what you’re wearing underneath.” I pulled the tee-shirt over my head and slipped my jeans down my legs, exposing the plain black bra and boring black thong I was wearing.

She stared for a moment before she placed her hands on my breasts and slid them slowly to my back. With just a flick of her wrist, my bra was undone and she was gently pulling the straps down my arms. The sudden coolness of the air made my nipples draw taut. The delight of it danced in Honey’s eyes as she dipped her head to massage the throbbing pink nub with her tongue. It was my turn to moan, but just ever so softly. As she gently sucked my nipple into her warm mouth, her hands slid down my sides, finding my panties and slipping them to the floor. She followed the motion down with her head, licking and tasting my flesh as she drew nearer to the heat I was sure would combust into flames at any moment. Only a breath away from tasting the desire on my lips, Honey drew away and reached into her bag.

An exasperated breath rushed form my lungs. Don’t stop! I wanted to beg. Then I realized what she was doing. She pulled two pairs of neon colored, lycra boy shorts from her bag along with matching bustiers. Handing me a set, she explained simply, “We’ve got to leave something to their imaginations or it won’t be much fun for us.” Without a second thought I slipped into the shorts and helped Honey clasp her bustier closed. I held mine to my breasts as she clasped it closed. Honey hesitated for a moment when I turned back to face her again. Seeming to enjoy what she was looking at she nuzzled my neck and purred in my ear, “You look good enough to eat.”

With a dramatic attempt at entering the main room, we slowly opened the door and sauntered through the doorway. It was pointless. The guys hadn’t returned yet. I couldn’t help licking my lips as I watched Honey’s hips twitch as she strode across the room to place her bag on the dresser.

With the same twitching hips, she brought an electrical charge with her as she reentered my personal space. “Where were we?” she breathed against my parted lips. I stroked my tongue against her top lip, let it slide inside her mouth, feeling her tongue caress mine. Her lips were like cool satin against mine. My core began to tremble in expectation as our bodies became entangled. Just as her fingertips were finding the short strip of hair beneath the skin tight shorts, Tommy and Rob came through the door carrying a case of beer and a brown paper bag.

Rob bumped into Tommy’s back as Tommy stopped short in the entryway. Without unwinding from each other, Honey and I turned our heads to see the shocked, yet excited, expressions plastered to their faces caused by the scene we created. We slowly untangled our bodies as the guys raced to shut the door and begin kicking their shoes off.

“Whoa,” Honey called. “Slow down boys. It’s not a race.” She traced her fingers between her breasts, down her stomach as she spoke. It worked. They both froze in their tracks. Apparently they were willing to wait for instructions. She turned back to me, kissed my lips, and whispered, “Let’s play, gorgeous.”

Rob had the presence of mind to pop open a beer for each of us and pass them around.. He popped his open and raised it in the air. “To the good life.” he toasted. We all agreed, tapped our bottles together in salute and downed their contents.

Honey set her bottle on the table beside the bed where we stood, turning to the anxious men. “Boys, strip,” she ordered politely.

As they did, her hand found my backside and gave it a sharp smack. The shock of it made me gasp. Audibly. Honey pulled me into her arms, her tongue tracing the delicate skin just above my collar bone. Chills spread through my body. I’d been with other women, not many, but she was not my first. Yet, the way she touched me, the way her tongue felt on my skin, had me shivering like an inexperienced virgin. My stomach burned sending shock wave after shock wave to the growing bud hidden between the moist slit of my yearning pussy.

I wrapped my arms around Honey’s voluptuous body, pressing my hands into her ass cheeks, pulling her body closer to mine. Her teeth nipped my neck. One hand trailed down my body to find the warmth that was building once more while the other held the back of my neck, forcing our lips to grind together as our tongues danced hungrily. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I could hear my husband moan low in his throat. A moan I knew all too well. I knew his cock must be swollen and throbbing as he watched me grope and kiss another woman. It was a fantasy we’d talked about but never tried to bring to fruition. Yet, here we were.

Honey released me from her grasp pulling her mouth away from mine, leaving me wanting for more. She turned, pressed her ass against my throbbing pussy, dancing seductively as she eyed the mostly naked men before us. Stripped down to their boxers, Tommy and Rob stood side by side, cocks at full attention. “Boys,” Honey cooed. “ I said strip. Not keep your boxers on.” She wasn’t going to ask again. Her hips twitched with each step as she moved slowly to stand just inches away from them. Gently, she slid first Rob’s, then Tommy’s boxers to the floor. Surprisingly, the first thing they did was check out the other one’s boner. I won’t lie, that’s what I did too.

Tommy, I knew, was not lacking in any way. He had a cock that could get so hard he could drive nails with it and on several occasions had been too large for me to handle, feeling as though he were fucking my tonsils by way of my pussy. Rob, on the other hand, well, that was just flat out fucking impressive. Amazing, really. His rock hard cock was easily nine inches and had a screw tattooed the entire length of the shaft. Honestly, I couldn’t make this shit up. It wasn’t as girthy as Tommy’s but the length was damn near scary.

Honey, obviously impressed as well, took one cock in each hand and began stroking slowly, steadily, as she spoke. “Scarlett, this is your ballgame, gorgeous. What are the rules?”

Rules? I had to make rules? I didn’t want to make rules. I simply wanted to be licked and sucked and fucked to oblivion.

“One rule,” I decided quickly: “If it feels good and no one says stop….do it.”

Honey looked at me over her shoulder as she continued to coax the already stiff cocks to rigid attention. With a quick wink, she turned her attention back to Tommy and Rob. “Understood?”

They agreed in unison, “Uh-huh,” nodding their heads in obedience.

“Good.” Honey released their cocks and returned to me.

She kissed my lips gently as she unclasped the first few hooks of my corset, releasing my aching breasts. Her hand grasped the hair that hung down my back, pulling to draw my head backwards. The heat from Honey’s lips practically scorched my skin as they trailed down my exposed throat, across my right breast. With a sharp flick of her tongue, she sucked my erect nipple into her warm, wet mouth. My pussy reacted, releasing sweet juices to soak the neon boy shorts I wore. As if smelling my desire, Honey let loose my nipple, leaving my tits exposed over the top of the partially undone corset. She sank to her knees, pressing her face between my thighs. Her moan echoed mine.

As if their dicks were connected to the same brainwave, Rob and Tommy took hold of their engorged rods at that precise moment. I smiled as I watched their mouths drop open, their breathing speed up. When I looked beyond them I understood why. Through the reflection in the mirror behind them, I could see the back of Honey’s head as she nibbled at the lips of my pussy through the thin fabric, my bare breasts heaving, my lips parted and wet, my eyes half hooded in ecstasy. It was a beautiful sight indeed.

Honey licked the warm juices that penetrated the fabric. The sensation made my clit throb and my knees weak. I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted her tongue on my swollen nub and her fingers deep inside the wet confines of my hungry pussy. At that particular moment, I would have been happy if she’d bent me over and tongue fucked my tight little asshole so long as she was touching me. But I had a feeling she was going to drag this out.

From beneath long black lashes, Honey peered up at me. Seduction glowed from the depths of her jade green eyes. Her hands slipped up my trembling thighs and patted my ass. Still on her knees, Honey turned her back to me. With one finger she summoned Rob to stand in front of her. After one long stride he stood close enough to Honey that the tip of his massive rigid cock grazed her parted lips. I pulled her hair back from her face as she slipped her mouth over the head of Rob’s cock so I could watch her cheeks sink in as she sucked the length of his shaft. Rob rested his hands on his hips and dropped his head back, obviously enjoying the warmth, and depth, of Honey’s mouth.

I looked up to find my husband watching me intently. One hand on his ass, the other stroking his engorged cock. I bit my bottom lip, enjoying how turned on he was and slid my hand down over my exposed breast. I hesitated for only a second, watching him watch me, then dipped my fingers inside the neon colored shorts. Instantly, my hand was saturated with the warm juices my pussy had emitted in response to Honey’s touch. I parted my slit and found the throbbing bud beneath. Catching it between two fingers, I massaged it, rubbing it back and forth. Stroking it till my pussy began to pulse. I wanted to cum to so bad.

Just as Tommy’s cock began to leak that delicious pre cum, I noticed Rob was now watching me, too. His hands had moved from his hips to Honey’s head and he was holding her still while he fucked her face. I watched a shiver run through his long, lean body and he withdrew his cock from Honey’s mouth. In what seemed to be one swift move, she pulled Honey from her knees, spun her around and bent her over. He quickly placed a condom on his throbbing cock, pushed Honey’s shorts to the side and slid into her waiting pussy. She cried out as the enormous length of him penetrated her deeply.

My fingers were going wild rubbing my clit as Rob grabbed Honey’s hips and slammed his entire length into her. She was bent so that her face was directly in front of my wiggling hand. As Rob slammed his enormous cock into her wet hole, Honey pushed me back against the bedside table and pushed my thighs apart. With one finger, she easily slid my shorts to the side and watched me finger my clit, my pussy sopping wet. She moaned loudly, slipping her tongue between my slit. It was soft and warm as she licked the length of it. I spread my outer lips with my fingers so she could have better access to the sweet juice that was flowing freely. Her face pounded against my pussy each time Rob slammed his cock into hers. Shudders shot through my thighs, down to my toes making them curl. Honey moaned against my clit as Rob pounded her harder from behind. I hoped she was ready. I was going to come all over her tongue.

I found my husband’s eyes once more. His hand was a blur as he stroked his cock. His stomach muscles were twitching so I knew he was about to explode. The thought of his hot jizz raining down over my wet pussy pushed me over the top. I pinched my nipple and released my orgasm. Hot pussy juices squirted on Honey’s face. She lapped at my pulsing slit, gulping down every drop and searching for more. I had held my husband’s gaze as I came on this beautiful woman’s face. He let go of his cock and grinded his teeth as he watched me come.

Once I had my senses about me again, I questioned him with my eyes. Tommy simply shook his head. He wasn’t ready to release his load yet. Apparently he was waiting for something else. I was intrigued.

Rob slowed his thrusts and slid his cock out of Honey’s gaping pussy. I could see it in the mirror and he had done a number on it. Juicy desire dripped from the top of her slit, her hole wide open. Rob snatched the condom from his cock, which wasn’t quite as rigid any more, and spun Honey around to face him. He kissed her, both moaning at the delicious taste of the other.

Now it was my turn. I wanted to taste Honey in the worst possible way. The guys were just going to have to deal with it while I got what I wanted. I wrapped my arms around Honey, slipping between her body and Rob’s, filling my hands with her large breasts, kissing the back of her neck as she continued sucking on Rob’s tongue.

Rob grabbed my hand and pushed it down to his cock which was pressed against Honey’s belly. I grabbed it, amazed all over again by the sheer size of the fucking thing, and pushed it down, rubbing it against Honey’s clit. They pulled away from their deep kiss. Honey leaned her head against my shoulder, moaning as I rubbed Rob’s cock against her drenched clit. She turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. The sweet taste of my own honey invading my mouth. The smell of my hot pussy assaulting my nose.

My juices were running down my leg. I moved around to stand between Honey’s hot body and Rob’s hard body. Though she’d licked me to orgasm quickly, I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to drive her crazy. Make her squirm. Hear her scream. Hear her beg me to make her cum. I turned her back to the bed and pushed her down. A squeak of excitement escaped her.

Grabbing her knees, I pushed her legs open. I dropped to my knees in between hers and pushed her wet neon shorts to the side. The rush of cold air against her hot, wet lips raised gooseflesh on her legs and drew the skin of her lips tight. I immediately covered her chilled pussy with my warm mouth, gently sucking her moist lips into mine. She moaned and ran her hand through my hair. Though I wasn’t paying much attention, Rob and Tommy had moved in close behind me. I could hear their heavy breathing.

Putting them out of my mind, I concentrated on working my tongue in between the wet folds of this deliciously sweet pussy before me. My tongue grazed the tip of Honey’s enlarged nub causing her to flinch. I encircled the pulsing little bulb, randomly sucking it in then licking it again. Honey’s honey pot began to overflow. She wiggled her hips under my face, showing me where she wanted me to lick. With two fingers, I spread her luscious lips, completely exposing her throbbing clitty. I gently blew against it. She gasped, audibly. I smiled, knowing what I was doing felt good to her. I slid my tongue, which is — not to brag — very long, from the top of her slit to her asshole. Intentionally passing over her gaping hole. I’d get to it.

I paused at her tight puckered asshole, licking gently until her hand swept across her exposed clit. I raised my head only long enough to move her hand. I didn’t want her getting herself off. I wanted to do it for her. She groaned in reluctance but complied. Somewhere behind me, one of the guys moaned. A permanent smile affixed to my lips. The thought of them standing behind me, next to each other, stroking the hard-ons that we’d caused made my pussy want to be touched.

My tongue found Honey’s slit again, lapping at the engorged bud between my fingers. “Oh god.” she breathed. “Oh, yes.” I licked a little harder. A little faster. My tongue trailed the length of her slit again. This time I stopped at the dripping hole above her asshole. I moved my fingers farther down her slit, opening her up wide, and slipped my tongue deep inside her throbbing pussy. I sucked the smaller lips that protected her precious hole into my mouth. She arched her back, crying out in ecstasy again. “Oh, please. Fuck me.” I was happy to oblige.

I stood up and forced her farther onto the bed, climbing in between her legs as she lay spread-eagle for me.

Damn, what a beautiful sight. Her large breasts were outside of the corset, and her pussy half obscured by boy shorts that had shifted from the position change. Her eyes were half closed, her chest heaving with excited breaths. I laid between her open legs, my ass intentionally hiked in the air above my knees. I desperately hoped one of the guys, I didn’t care which one, would stuff his cock into my hungry pussy while I made Honey cum on my tongue.

I spread her lips, finding her wet hole again. This time, when I slid my tongue inside, it was joined by two fingers. I pressed them in deep and pulled back toward my face. “Oh!” Honey screamed, grabbing the blanket with both hands. I lapped feverishly at her cunt, slapping her clit with my tongue, while I pounded my fingers in as deep as they’d go. Honey’s hips thrust upward, driving my fingers deeper still. I sucked her nub into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

As she thrust harder, I felt the bed sink behind me. I didn’t bother to stop to see who it was. Hell, at that point it could have been both of them looking to fuck both holes simultaneously and that would have been just fine with me.

Honey’s hands grasped my hair, pushing my face closer. Closer to her snatch. Her cries were wild and rapid as I thrust my fingers deep inside of her. With one final thrust, and a hand suddenly on my ass, Honey began to squirt her juices like nothing I’d ever seen before. She saturated my face. I couldn’t swallow her nectar fast enough. As she squirmed and squirted and moaned with satisfaction, a stream of hot jizz landed on my ass. A cock was being rubbed at the top of my ass-crack. It only made me want to be fucked that much more.

I gently licked up every drop of juice Honey had released for me. When I finished, I looked over my shoulder to see my husband grinning like a mad man. Rob was standing to the right of the bed, cock in hand. Still hard as a rock. Why hadn’t he cum? Damn it. That just wouldn’t do. But, I guess that’s another story all together.