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With that Gary stretched out flat on his back and pointed to his cock. It
was standing straight up in the air and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do
with it. Spreading my legs, I climbed on top of him. I held my breath as he
grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his stiff cock. My pussy was well
lubricated with all of Robert’s cum, and Gary’s cock slid in easily. Instantly,
waves of pleasure raced through my body. Gary was right – this was what I liked
best.
While Gary fucked me, Robert fondled my breasts. He ran his fingers all
over them, drawing little circles around my nipples. Every now and then, he
leaned forward and took one of them in his mouth. All of this was more than I
could stand – I had to cum. Grabbing Robert’s hand, I made him stroke my clit
while I slid up and down on Gary’s cock. I could feel a familiar pressure
building between my legs and the great electric rush that comes right before
orgasm.
Just then Gary came, shooting his load deep inside my pussy. I threw my
head back and screamed, experiencing one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever
felt. It seemed to last all night. When the ecstasy finally subsided, I fell
back onto the bed.

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Two of my buddies and I were at the local Go-Go bar
checking out the action after a long, hard day walking the
steel in 95 degree weather. We were throwing down some
cold ones watching this long, lanky blonde strutting her
stuff. She had a great ass and legs but didn’t have much
in the way of tits. I motioned to her to come over and
held up a dollar bill. She headed our way, dancing, never
missing a beat, while giving us a sultry smile and running
her tongue over her lips. When she reached me I started
talking to her, asking her what her name was and all that
idle chat bullshit. Her name was Jen, short for Jennifer
she told me. She held her bikini type top away from her
body allowing me to place the dollar bill inside it. As I
put the dollar inside her top I rubbed my fingers over her
nipple. She reached for my hand, pressed it to her tit,
and then moved my hand away. She smiled sexily and danced
away to another patron holding up a bill. As was usual,
the conversation turned to how much we would like to fuck
this dancer and all the usual talk that ensues after one
of these “close encounters”. After awhile, not feeling
much pain, thanks to the Coors, I held up another dollar
and Jen came over. I asked what time she got through and
she said that she finished dancing at 11:00 p.m. I asked
her if she wanted to go out after she got off and go for a
drink or get something to eat. She, somewhat to my
surprise, replied that she would like that and we could go
right after she got off.

Well, a couple of hours passed and it was finally 11
o’clock. She left the dance floor and went in the back
room to change into her street clothes. When she came out
I almost fell off the stool! She was wearing the tightest
jeans that I had ever seen, six inch spiked heels, and
what had to be the skimpiest halter top she could wear
without getting arrested. Her jeans were so tight that the
seam of the crotch was pulled up into her slit forcing her
cunt lips to bulge invitingly on either side of the seam.
My buddy nudged me with his elbow nodding his envious
approval. By now my cock was standing up straight and as
hard as the steel toe in my boot! She came over, smiled
sexily, took me by the arm, and we were on our way. She
said she didn’t mind if my buddies came along which was a
damned good thing since I had the only wheels! Her car was
being repaired and she had taken a taxi to work. We
grabbed a couple of six packs and ice on the way out and
filled the cooler in my van. I asked Greg, one the guys I
was with, to drive while Jen, Paul (my other buddy), and I
got into the back of the van. Jen elected to sit on the
floor so Paul and I sat on the couch (my van was fully
customized). Greg started driving around while Paul and I
talked to Jen about how long she had been dancing and
silly shit like that, trying to get a feel for where her
head was at. The soft red lights that were installed in
the van shined softly on her face highlighting her high
cheekbones and beautiful complexion. She was a good
looking girl and the lights made her look even better. I
slid off the couch and sat next to her. She was sipping a
beer and talking about how nice the van was. When the
conversation lulled she reached into her handbag and
pulled out a baggie with grass and rolling papers in it. I
normally don’t get high and so I kind of sat there not
saying anything. Paul, a real pothead, said “Allright, the
girls got some smoke!” She looked up and smiled at me and
then started rolling a joint. She lit up and took a couple
of deep hits before passing it to me. Not wanting to seem
like an asshole and not really giving a damn about smoking
because I was “ripped” from the beers, I took a couple of
hits and then passed it to Paul. “Good Shit” he said after
taking a couple of hits. Greg hollered for the joint and
we passed it to him and then back and forth until it was
completely gone. Jen rolled another one and we all passed
it back and forth, getting more and more stoned! Now I
don’t know good grass from bad grass, but I know I sure
got fucked up that night! Greg finally parked the van deep
in the woods, in one of our partying spots, and joined us
in the back of the van. We got more comfortable, me
sitting behind Jen with her sitting between my legs. As we
all talked and laughed I reached up under Jens top and
started fondling her tits. Her nipples quickly became hard
and erect. She tilted her head back towards me, smiled,
and kissed me lightly on the lips. All of us continued to
carry on some meaningless conversation for awhile. Greg
said that he had to take a piss and got out of the van.
Paul had to relieve himself also and went with Greg,
leaving Jen and I alone in the van. Jen threw her head
back and as I kissed her she thrust her tongue beep into
my mouth. As we kissed I ran my hand down her belly and
unbuttoned her jeans. I slid the zipper down and she
moaned softly. Our lips parted and she lifted her ass and
slid her jeans off. She had no panties on underneath and
in the dim light I could see that she had a shaven pussy!
My rod was rigid and rock hard, actually aching now! She
turned and started to unbutton my jeans. I raised my ass
and slid them off. She pulled off my underwear releasing
my aching cock and made a cooing noise before saying
simply “Ooooo Baby”! I pulled my tee shirt off as she took
off her halter top. These cute, pert tits stood out
perfectly and invitingly. Paul and Greg, thankfully, had
started a conversation outside and seemed to be engrossed
in it. Jen pushed me down on my back and started to kiss
my chest, slowly working her way down passed my stomach to
my rock hard cock. I reached underneath her and started
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