I think they must teach gangbanging to Marines as an essential fighting skill, because these guys were acting like this was a routine drill. They seemed to know exactly what to do next without so much as a word passing between them. Ramona and I found ourselves being flipped over so that we were leaning back on the couch. I was just spreading my legs ready for another sampling of Blake’s thick and bulging cock when the guys switched again. Now John was right in front of me, the silly grin on his face telling me that he was having a ball.
So now it was John’s turn to show me what he could do in the woman fucking department, and I wasn’t disappointed. His cock was thicker than Blake’s, pushing my pussy lips wide as he went in. He put those tight butt muscles to good use, thundering inside me. My head was buzzing with pheromones and sexual chemistry of the rawest and most carnal kind. Getting fucked by a hot Marine was great. Getting fucked by two was just awesome. Ramona obviously thought the same thing. Blake was giving her the same treatment, and she had her legs spread so wide that her knees were touching my boobs. The atmosphere was as sexual as you can get – four sweaty bodies united in the desire to reach the ultimate fulfillment. The scent of vaginal juices mingled with the hint of musk in the air to drive the guys on harder and faster.
We could have gone all night – if we had the opportunity. But just when things were reaching a peak, everything came to an abrupt halt. John froze inside me in mid-fuck, and a second later, Blake did the same thing with Ramona. Both of them were staring at something that was out of my view.
What the fuck was going on? I turned to look. And saw a very angry-looking uniformed man standing in the doorway.
***
I swear John saluted. There he was, butt naked with his dick plunged in my pussy up to the hilt, and he raised his hand and saluted like he was on the parade ground. You have to credit his professionalism. He struggled to find the right words to say.
‘Colonel Holloway, sir. We…er…we weren’t expecting you back tonight.’
‘I can see that, Staff Sergeant.’
Colonel Holloway was about forty, thinning on top, but very much a soldier. His uniform bristled with medals that didn’t mean a damn thing to me, but which all looked very impressive. And his face was glowing with thunder. I can’t say I blame him. You don’t expect to come home and find four people having a gangbang in your living room, do you? (If you do, please get in touch and invite me round – your place sounds very interesting).
Well, it looked like Ramona and I wouldn’t get any more dick. Both John and Blake were pulling away from us, and they were both now as flaccid as a dishcloth. The only people who seemed unaffected by the situation were the Sergeant-Major and Private Ryan, who were now fucking on the hood of an army jeep. John and Blake were staring at Colonel Holloway in disbelief, and I knew what was going through their minds. This would mean the end of their careers. They would be court-martialed and dishonorably discharged at the very least.
The situation didn’t look good. The guys were in big trouble…unless we could find some way to persuade the Colonel not to spill the beans. And there was only one way I could think of to make that happen. I got up, nudging Ramona in the ribs to indicate she should follow me. Then I walked across to where the Colonel was standing. He was lost for words, the sight of two hot and naked women walking towards him turning him purple to the point of apoplexy.
Ramona seemed to have caught my drift. I knelt down in front of the Colonel, and she knelt beside me. I tentatively placed my hand against his groin and felt inside. I was half expecting an explosion of anger, but what the hell – things could hardly get any worse than they already were. But there was no anger or fury…just a very distinct stirring of interest inside the Colonel’s pants. I took that to be a sign that I was good to go ahead, and I unzipped his zipper and explored inside. I found a dick that wasn’t as impressive as his Marine buddies, but still a pretty reasonable one. Ramona unbuckled his belt, and we soon had his pants down around his ankles, while his dick stood very proudly to attention. Such an impressive display deserved a reward, so Ramona and I got busy doing what we do best – pleasuring men. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked, while Ramona licked his balls and the base of his dick. After a few minutes, we swapped places and continued.
John and Blake said nothing. They just stood and watched with an expression of disbelief etched on their faces. The Colonel didn’t make any sound except for some satisfied grunting. But after a while, the grunting grew in intensity. I knew the Colonel was not far away from coming. And I couldn’t blame him. After all, what guy wouldn’t want to be blown by two hot and sexy young women? A real homecoming present if ever there was one.
As the Colonel got closer to orgasm, he took his dick out of Ramona’s mouth and started masturbating himself to a finish. It was easy to guess how he wanted to end this. Ramona and I knelt in front of him, lifting our breasts towards him. That was all it took. With a grunt, the Colonel climaxed and shot hot semen over our breasts, necks and faces. And it turned out that the Colonel was no ordinary guy. He was one of those rare types who come like a fire hose, jetting out wave after wave of hot, sticky semen. By the time his spasms had faded, Ramona and I were covered in cum. It was thick on our boobs, spattered in our hair, and dribbled off our chins onto our chests.
We had been well and truly done.
John and Blake watched the explosion with wide eyes, looking at the Colonel with new-found respect. And as if on cue on the screen behind us, Private Ryan reached his own climax and gave the Sergeant-Major an impressive semen splashing, too. She seemed to revel in it as much as Ramona were.
Overall, I think you could say a good time was had by all.
***
After that, we all got along like a house on fire. Soon we had the Colonel naked, and his living room became the scene of an orgy that would have made the Romans jealous. But we couldn’t hang around all night. An hour later, John and Blake were driving us home in the Hummer. It was in the small hours of the morning now, and there weren’t many people around.
‘You girls were awesome,’ Blake said. ‘In every way imaginable. You were fun to be with, the sex was fantastic…and the way you dealt with the Colonel was unbelievable.’
John agreed. ‘Yeah, if we can ever do anything for you, just let us know. We definitely owe you one.’
‘Oh, you’ve done enough for us already,’ Ramona said wickedly. ‘Right now, I just want to go home and get some sleep. I’m all done in.’
We drove through the city quickly and easily, with barely any late-night traffic to hold us up. I was as tired as Ramona, and I was just starting to nod off. I had closed my eyes and drifted off into a pleasant snooze when John hit the brakes sharply.
‘Fuck! Damn idiot just cut me up,’ he barked in annoyance. ‘Stupid jerks like him shouldn’t be allowed on the road.’
I opened my eyes and looked sleepily at the car he was referring to. And then in another fraction of a second I was wide awake. The car was a very familiar looking Camaro.
‘Hey, that’s the guy who stole my purse,’ I said, sitting up.
John turned to look at me. ‘What…the asshole in the Camaro?’
‘Yeah. I went out with him one night, and he drove away with my purse and the six hundred dollars inside it. I never saw him again. That’s him, I’m sure of it.’
‘Well, maybe this is our chance to repay that favor. Let’s get him.’
John put his foot down and the Hummer almost leaped into the air. The big engine cut in, and the beast accelerated at a rate I didn’t think such a tank was capable of. Soon we were bearing down on the Camaro and pulling alongside it. The driver turned to see what the heck was closing him down, and as soon as I saw his face I knew it was Chuck.
‘That’s him,’ I confirmed. ‘That’s the bastard that drove off with my money.’
Chuck stared at the Hummer, obviously confused as to why this giant vehicle was trying to push him off the road. Then his eyes met mine,
and I saw his expression change from one of bafflement to one of horror. The Camaro jumped forward, and Chuck made a bid to race away from us. But although the Camaro was fast, it wasn’t any match for John’s Hummer. I don’t know what they do to those things in the Marines, but they make them go like hell. John edged alongside the Camaro and forced it off the road onto the shoulder. Chuck slammed on the brakes, and the car pulled to an abrupt halt. Then the driver’s door opened. Chuck jumped out and started running down the road like a bat out of hell. John slammed on the brakes, and before the Hummer had even stopped, Blake was out of the vehicle and chasing down the road after Chuck.
Chuck was younger than Blake by a few years, but he never had a chance of outpacing him. After a short distance, Chuck’s speed began to flag, but Blake kept pounding after him at the same relentless pace. Within thirty seconds, Blake had piled into Chuck and knocked him flat on the floor. John caught up with him, and the two of them dragged the unlucky Camaro driver back to where Ramona and I stood. He didn’t look like so much of a Viking now.
‘Are you sure this is the guy?’ John asked.
‘Yeah, that’s him,’ I said. ‘Hey, Chuck…bet you didn’t expect to see me again, did you? Where’s my purse…and my six hundred bucks?’
Chuck didn’t answer at first, so Blake twisted his arm – literally, I mean. Chuck screamed, and all the fight went out of him.
‘The purse is in the trunk of the Camaro.’
Ramona took the keys from the Camaro’s ignition and opened the trunk. She came back with my purse. I checked inside and found my cell phone and most of my stuff.
‘Looks like everything is in here except for the money,’ I said.
Chuck looked guilty but not remorseful. ‘Yeah…I kind of spent that.’
‘Well, let’s see if you can repay the debt.’ John frisked Chuck down and found his wallet. Inside there was a wad of cash. Chuck counted out six hundred dollars and handed it to me. ‘I believe this is rightfully yours, Angel. Got any problem with that, Mister?’
Chuck shook his head disconsolately. John put the rest of the money back in the wallet and returned it to Chuck. Then he turned to Ramona and I.
‘OK girls, how about I take you two home now? Like you said, it’s been a long night.’
‘What about these two?’ Ramona asked, indicating Blake and Chuck.
‘Oh, they’ll be fine. I think Blake wants to take Chuck for a walk so that they can have a little private chat, isn’t that right, Blake?’
‘Yes sir. That’s right. A private chat he will never forget.’
Ouch! I had a feeling I could guess what kind of chat that might be. One that involved Chuck acquiring an interesting collection of bumps and bruises. I wondered if I should feel sorry for Chuck, but quickly decided I shouldn’t. After all, he had stolen my purse and my money – and left me naked in the middle of nowhere. He deserved all he was going to get.
Bastard.
‘All right guys,’ I said. ‘But why don’t we make another date for tomorrow night? Now it’s our turn to do you guys a favor.’
John smiled. ‘And how do you intend to do that, exactly?’
‘Oh, I have a few ideas.’
And I did. Because when it comes to sex, I’m never short of a good idea or two…
Riding With The Cowboy
My first weekend in Las Vegas and I had blown my entire gambling budget. There wasn’t a single cent left.
Yup, that’s right. Twenty five bucks gone right down the toilet.
And you can stop laughing now. For a student like me, twenty five bucks is a big deal. I had invested in a hundred quarters to celebrate the end of my exams, in the expectation that I would at least make a few small wins to keep things rolling along. But do you know how much I won?
Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Don’t tell me those slot machines aren’t fixed. The whole damn city is a con, designed to rob people like me of our wealth. Here I was at the start of an evening in the City of Sin – all dressed up and nowhere to go. Sin was in short supply.
What a waste. I had spent ages getting my long, brunette hair just right, and was wearing a bra that encouraged every male who walked past to take an interest (not that it’s that hard, of course). I was wearing my smartest clothes – a long cream dress and stilettos I could barely walk in – but all for nothing. I couldn’t afford to go to a show. After putting money aside for my drive home, I could barely scrape together enough for a beer to cheer myself up. But as I had only recently turned twenty-one, being able to buy alcohol was still a pleasant novelty. So I invested the last of my cash in a Bud Light and sat at a bar, staring into my beer.
‘Hey, cheer up. The world hasn’t ended yet. At least if it has, no-one’s told me about it.’
I looked up and saw a man in an expensively-tailored suit, dressed as if he was about to go into a high-powered business meeting rather than a Las Vegas casino. He was mid-thirties, I guessed, not bad looking and boasting the confidence that comes with wealth.
‘I was just counting my sorrows,’ I said. ‘I guess I’m not the only one in this town doing that.’
‘You’re right there. I’ve seen grown men cry at these tables. You get the whole range of human emotion, right here in this room. My name’s Clint by the way. Clint Dempster.’
‘Angel. Angel deVries.’ I could have added ‘shameless sexaholic’ but I thought it would be more polite not to. ‘Where are you from?’
‘The Big Apple. I run a brokerage firm in Manhattan, and sometimes I just need to get away and relax. If you think people place big bets here, it’s nothing compared to what I see in the big bad world of finance. Losing money here is painless by comparison.’
‘So you’ve had a losing day?’
Clint smiled. ‘Oh, no…I didn’t say that. On the contrary, I’ve had a very good day. I pretty much cleaned out the house. So I’ve earned myself a celebratory scotch. Will you join me for a drink? I could do with someone to celebrate with.’
‘Sure. It would be plain rude to let you drink alone, wouldn’t it.’
‘I agree.’
So that’s how I found myself out on the town in Las Vegas with the very wealthy and very generous Clint Dempster. And what a difference that made to my weekend! Instead of scrimping and scraping my way around on a pauper’s budget, all of a sudden I was getting the five-star treatment. I never found out how much Clint had won that day, but it was enough to put him in a very good mood. We worked the Strip from top to bottom, taking in all the delights from a gondola ride in Venice to the best shows in town. Everywhere we went, we had the best seats and the best treatment – especially when waiters saw the size of the tips Clint was dropping.
Somewhere around midnight, Clint whispered in my ear as we climbed into a limo.
‘Want to see the best view in Las Vegas.’
‘Sure. That would be cool!’
To be honest, I thought he meant the view from the top of the Stratosphere building, or something along those lines. But Clint had a different view in mind – the one from his hotel suite. And to be fair, it was a pretty spectacular vista. Way up on the top floor, huge plate glass windows gave us a grand view across the fun capital of the world.
‘What a view, huh?’ Clint enthused as he poured us champagne. ‘You’ve got to hand it to this city, they sure do things in style here.’
‘Yes, I love it,’ I said, and I meant it. Isn’t it funny how everything in life is much more fun when money is no object?
‘Personally speaking, though, I prefer the view from this angle.’
I turned to talk to Clint, and realized he was looking directly at me. Hmmm…I knew where this conversation was going, but that was fine. Clint was a great guy. I couldn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t get to know him a little better. When he approached me, I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, I leaned a little closer. We clinked champagne glasses and did the link-arms-and-drink-around-them thing. Our faces almost touched. I could see that Clint
was hesitating. He wanted to take things forward, but he obviously wasn’t as confident with women as he was in the boardroom. So to clear up any misunderstanding, I decided to take the lead. I took his glass and placed it with mine on an occasional table. He had already taken his jacket off, but he still looked very businesslike in his shirt and tie.
Time to make things a little more informal. I reached up and loosened the knot on his tie, pulling one end through and dropping the whole thing on the floor. Then I undid the top button of his shirt, and the next…and the next. I didn’t stop until all the buttons were undone, and his crisp white shirt slipped open to reveal a hairy chest and a flat stomach.
Not bad, not bad at all. I ran my hand over his stomach, and then up to his chest. At the same time, Clint reached his hands around me to touch me in the small of my back. He soon got more adventurous, sliding his hands down to touch my buttocks. Then he bent his head to meet mine, and his mouth was seeking my lips. We kissed in a delightful and sensuous way. Clint was such a strange mixture. Confident in his wealth and position in life on the one hand, yet reserved and shy in a more intimate setting. It was all quite intriguing.
But I had no problem taking control. I grabbed his hand and led him towards the big, soft bed that dominated the room. I lay back on the bed and pulled my new man on top of me. Well, he was starting to get over his shyness now, no doubt about that. His hands were snaking downwards to touch my knees, and then my thighs. When he reached up as far as my panties, his breathing had become shallow and fast. And when he touched me between the legs and felt that I was already wet and ready for him, he nearly came on the spot.
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