Tony felt that he had squatter's rights to her asshole since he had been there first. He also felt that he should have first shot at her pussy since he was the one who had eaten it and overcome her reluctance.
But when they got her on the ground, each guy tried to dive in and get the best places. Her titties were not really that good, and it was pretty obvious that the last man would have to settle for the boobs.
The confusion, however, was too much. Howard did not agree with Tony's conception of priority rights. It was his car and he had shot the squirrel. (They were by that time in tacit, unspoken agreement that she was no bird, She was at least a squirrel, and quite possibly a beaver, a beaver differing from a squirrel in the broadness and quality of its tail).
There had to be some sort of organized effort, or the game would be lost. Tony was rooting in her snatch like a boar hog, and the others were all rolling about on the tarp trying to find some place
to stick their cocks. Howard finally decided he had to bring some order to the group.
"Hey, wait," he cried. "Goddamnit. Wait!"
Nobody paid any attention to him. He seized Andy and Bernie by their shoulders and rolled them aver. He pushed Phil away with his foot. Tony was a tougher problem, because he was deep in the muff, lapping and sucking and whipping his own dick as he ate. He was not easily moved. However, Howard sank to his knees and rammed his own swollen cock as forcefully as he could right up Tony's asshole.
"Jesus Christ!" Tony screamed, pulling his head out of Tuesday's crotch. "What the hell you doin'?"
"All of you listen to me!" Howard commanded. "This is my beaver. We're out in my car, and by Christ, I'm gonna have some order. Listen to me! And we'll all get it! Don't listen, and we all go home!"
The other four could have taken him, but Howard was much bigger than any one, and nobody wanted to be the first challenger. The probability of becoming a casualty was too great. They stood back and listened.
"All right," he panted. "That's better. Now, honey, you roll up on your left side… that's right. Are you game for everything?"
"Whatcha' mean everything!" she asked, shivering. "I'm cold."
"You'll be warm enough in a minute," Howard promised. "I mean will you kiss me on the cock?"
"Big deal," she said, bored. "I guess I will. Those
high-school sluts are probably kissing Bobo all over."
"You bet they are!" Andy said, and got a hard look from Howard.
"All right. We're all going to get you at once, and if you cooperate, it will be the best ever in the whole world."
"All? At once?"
"Yeah," he said. "Here's how. I'm going to stick mine in your pussy. Tony will stick his up your asshole. You blow Bernie, and jack Andy and Phil with either hand. Nobody starts until we're in position."
"Well fuck this," Andy said. "It ain't fair. Hell, you got a snatch. Tony's got an asshole and Bernie's getting a blow job. Goddamn, where the hell are we?"
"Wait a minute," Howard said. "We are going to go three minutes like this, and then we change. That way everybody will get a piece of her ass, her cunt, her mouth."
"That's great," Phil said.
"Just one thing more," Howard warned. "If anybody comes, he's out. You can slow it down anytime you like, but if you come, just hang your cue in the rack and wait. Okay?"
"I'm freezing," Tuesday complained.
"Okay, get your clothes off, fellows," Howard said.
They all got naked in a hurry, and no one had a hard-on. Tony was erected slightly, but his cock was so short and stubby that it was difficult to tell when he had a hard-on and when he didn't. The
damn thing always stuck right straight out in front of him. When it was hard, it just stuck out a little farther.
Howard had the largest cock of the crew. It was seven inches, and Tuesday thought it was a junior-sized fire hose when he placed it in her hand. Only half hard, it leaped up to full attention at her touch.
Howard lay down facing Tuesday. As soon as she felt his body next to hers, she stopped shaking and reached out for him.
Tony was ready to enter her asshole.
Howard and Tuesday began to kiss. This brought forth a loud protest from Bernie.
"Goddamnit!" he said. "Quit kissing her. It ain't right. You got her pussy, and I'm supposed to have her mouth."
"Sorry Bernie," Howard said. "I guess I just got carried away."
He concentrated on getting his cock into her dry and lightly closed pussy. There was not sufficient lubricating juice to make the penetration easy. But her mouth was wet, and Bernie was the first one to get a satisfactory arrangement going. As soon as his cock went inside her mouth, Tuesday began to lap about the head of his cock and send little thrills running over his nervous system.
Phil seized her right hand and closed her fingers over his cock, and Andy did the same to her left. Tuesday had to blow one cock, jerk two dicks, and as soon as Howard and Tony got into her holes, she had to hunch in two different directions at once. It was a tough challenge.
Howard quickly ascertained that her pussy was too dry to get into.., so he pulled away and stroked a generous supply of saliva from his mouth over the head of his prick. Then he spit in his fingers again, and doused the moisture up between the lips of her cunt.
Tony took more direct action. He flung himself down, and parting the cheeks of her ass with his hands, licked her right in the tail hole, shoving his tongue up the puckered brownie.
Howard placed his cock to the opening of her cunt. Her reaction to the tongue in her tail was helpful in getting Howard's throbbing cock into her snatch. It slid in with a minimum of friction, and was soon fucking her cunt. There was pain when Howard touched bottom, and Tuesday jerked backward just as Tony was poised at the entrance to her ass.
Tony was surprised when her ass came roaring at him, but he was ready. He steadied his took, and pushed forward to meet her motion. The result was that his cock was buried in her bowel, and once inside, he found the heat was tremendous, and that there was a slushy quality about her asshole.
Tuesday was the one torn between delight, fear and pain. She was also hard pressed to keep her cock-jacking in any sort of order. At first she tried to jerk the two cocks up and down simultaneously, but this was too hard and unnatural. Then she discovered that if she pumped them alternately, it was easier. But the entire operation gave her the distinct feeling of being called upon to run in five different directions at once, and it was tough to
decide in which direction she felt the greatest compulsion.
Perhaps it was better that the feeling alternated between her pussy and her asshole. Both of the cocks inside her cunt and ass were excellent. And the one in her mouth gave her great oral satisfaction. Bernie wanted a full-shafted suck; and he drove his cock down her throat with insistent force. Every time he probed into her throat, Tuesday would gag slightly, and this would be reflected in the spans which racked her body and made her two lower holes bite and milk on the cocks which they contained.
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.