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"Repairs" by Eagle1 (M+/F, gangbang, interr)
This is an absolutely true story of something that happened to me...way too good to keep to myself.

I checked my watch again for the third time that half hour. As if mocking me, it read 9:24 - the minute hand had only crawled ten minutes further from the last time I'd checked.
I was sitting in the waiting room of a glass and auto body shop. 'Waiting room' was probably a generous term in the extreme. The shop was itself one of the many warehouses on that side of town, having been crudely converted into some semblance of civilized space for the benefit of customers.
From the outside the building looked derelict - even though located in the up and coming warehouse district - most of the businesses around there
were known only to the tradesman and lowbrows who frequented the area and none were visited very often by everyday joes like myself who happened to find their way down here to get some sort of work done.
The non-descript door looked more like the entrance to a speakeasy than a business. When I had arrived at 8:30 that morning, it had been found open and askew on unsure hinges. The entrance was a short rectangular room, with a counter at the far end. Every square inch of the place was covered in clippings, posters, and other assorted papers. Here and there was the odd scantily clad woman or playboy calendar (mostly women on hot rods), right next to a poster advertising some exciting new feature for the ghetto gangbangers to add to their supped up, gold chrome rides.
It was a thoroughly masculine environment - from the décor, to the banter.
Speaking for no one but myself, I especially appreciated the sexy Miss Chinatown 2000 poster that hung next to the cash register. Notwithstanding my current state of affairs, I had managed to maintain my usual good nature throughout the morning, considering everything. Normally I would have been pretty pissed off - and I had been yesterday morning when I had awoken from a great night of screwing spent at my girl's apartment across the bay. In the best of moods I had gotten into my car to drive to my office when I discovered that some dumb fuck had smashed out the rear passenger window on my car. This in and of itself wouldn't have been such a bloody crisis, except the winter rains had just started. What really ticked me off was that whoever it was had stolen my two hundred dollar sunglasses.
I'd really loved those sunglasses.
So here I was in the 'waiting room' - taking the morning off, canceling important client meetings - all so I could get a damn window fixed before the rain ruined my interior.
I glanced around the room - located through a doorway from the main entrance. It was small, about seven by five foot. It's a good thing I wasn't claustrophobic, 'cause I'd been in bigger closets. The walls were bare sheetrock. No one had bothered to finish off the drywall with mud or tape - let alone paint. There were cleaner prison cells.
My ass had been parked for the last hour on one of three chairs that were arrayed around a coffee table that looked like it came from the eighties and it had some newspaper that was permanently stuck to part of its surface. The ratty chairs were definitely older than I was. To my immediate right was one of those old red candy for change machines that held what looked to be a mix of peanut M&Ms; and salted almonds. The chair across from me - sitting at a grotesque angle - was vacant. A surly looking punk occupied the last chair in the far corner of the room. I'd guess he was in his early twenties at the most. He had arrived about twenty minutes ago with some friend of his, and after the friend had taken off the punk had set up shop in the corner.
The punk had on a hooded jacket, the hood being pulled up over his baseball cap. The rest of the outfit was typical slacker - t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He was one of those sloppy looking white boys, with a half-goatee thing growing under his lip that looked more like unwashed dirt than facial hair. A silver eyebrow ring completed the ensemble - which I admit (never having had one myself) was kinda cool looking. His parents were probably stockbrokers or something.
With the Italian suit and leather shoes I was wearing - we probably couldn't have made a bigger contrast. No doubt, I looked completely out of place.
He glanced up from reading his playboy magazine and nodded at me - giving me this nervous look - like if I glanced in his direction I might try to make a pass at him or something.
I couldn't quite bring myself to examine the depositions that were sitting in the briefcase I'd brought with me, so that I'd have something to do. Instead I just lounged in my chair, half-paying attention to the shit talking between with the employees and their various customers. I had a pretty good view of the goings on in the other room, since my chair was near the waiting room door.
The employees were a motley crew fit to match their surroundings. The two main honchos were both young Hispanic dudes, Andy and Carlos, who spoke better Spanish than English and who's hair was greased back with whatever crap it was they put in it. If you were to hold a lit match up to their heads I expect the resulting fire would be something like a blowtorch. The rest of the crew was a mixture of dirty Asian and Caucasian greasers who were running back and forth between the cars with the auto parts and repair glass.
Carlos, the guy who had written down my repair estimate, was saying something to his compatriot Andy "Dude, you know it's my birthday," he said.
"Yeah, man?" said Andy, and then there was this pause.
Suddenly out of the blue, Andy sang off key, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday mother-fucker, happy birthday to you." There was laughter from the guys in the back.
"Dude that was harsh," someone said laughing.
"So what you getting for your birthday, man?" said Andy.
"I'm gonna party all night, man - I'm gonna get all fucked up and shit," said Carlos.
The conversation died off for a bit while the phones were ringing.
"My girl's coming by," said Andy, "She called me up on her cell phone. Said she was gonna give me a treat."
"Andy, dude, she new?" said someone from the back.
"Yeah, man," he replied, "Can you believe I haven't been dating for like six months?"
"You?" someone said, "You a player, man!"
"Whatever, dude," said Andy, making some pretty grotesque hand gestures, "I almost forgot how my dick worked till I met this bitch. She got all the pussy you want, bro. She all tight and fine, and mmmmm ... I blow before I get it inside, man, it's that good."
"I wish some girl'd come sit on my dick for awhile," Carlos, interjected, "Everyone should get laid on their birthday - it's like a rule or something."
The punk with the playboy perked up a bit at the conversation.
"Dude," I asked him, "Can I get a look at the magazine?" I figured if I had to be here I might as well enjoy myself.
He seemed amused by this, "Yeah, man, I got another." He tossed me the playboy and took out a copy of some other skin mag. Nothing like some pussy pics to get the male bonding going.
For the next twenty minutes I glanced through some of the porn filled pages and, hell, if I didn't even read some of the articles.
"Mmmm, damn, baby you looking good!" said someone.
This brought me back to the real world. I looked up.
"Good enough to eat," said someone else.
"I hear that man, you hot for me, baby?" came a comment from one of the herd.
The object of their running commentary was a tall slinky girl. She strode on in like she hadn't heard a thing. No doubt she was used to that sort of remark - especially the way she was dressed.
Her ass was covered in a short blank leather skirt, which showed off most of her two fine long legs. Glancing down I saw that she was wearing some real shit kickers - probably designer knockoffs - that rode up to her knees. As for the rest, she wore a tight fitting tweety-bird shirt that struggled to cover her big titties and a purple jacket. The tight ringlets of her jet-black hair were held up in a freaky sort of style that suited her well.
Now she was definitely pretty - no doubt about that. She looked to be a mix of Latino and something else. She had that hard sort of beauty - streetwise - that comes from too much knowing and too much make-up. But she was way too classy to be confused with a common streetwalker (except maybe by the stuffed shirt set I worked with).
"Andy, baby," she whined, going up to the counter and pounding on it with her two-inch long nails, "You kept me waiting, baby...you know how I don't like to wait!" The guys in the back made jeering noises, joshing around with him. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but I liked the way her ass moved when she shifted her weight.
"How'd you know tweety-bird was my favorite?" asked Carlos from somewhere back there.
"I didn't," she said, "Guess you was just lucky."
"He wishes he'd get lucky," said someone. More laughing.
"It's my birthday," said Carlos, "Did you get me a present?"
It looked like she was leaning over the counter flirting with Carlos. He'd a been getting a great shot of her cleavage if she hadn't been wearing a t-shirt.
"Dude," said Andy, coming round the counter to take her in his arms, "Everyone knows it's your fucking birthday, already. Would you give it a fucking rest, dude?"
"Man, I just want a present is all," he pleaded, "Just a little kiss. Baby you want to give me a kiss?"
"I don't think Andy would like," she said, pouty. Leaning in to Andy to give him a kiss.
After much pleading on Carlos' part, Andy relented with permission for her to give Carlos a kiss. Carlos came out from behind the counter and she pecked him on the cheek.
"Is that it, baby," he begged, "Can't I get some more?"
She glanced at Andy for guidance, but he'd gone back to whatever he'd been doing at his desk behind the counter. So a little unsure of herself - she turned to Carlos and kissed his lips. Carlos wasn't having any coy shit though, he moved in for some real action and soon they were Frenching like nobody was there.
"Dude get a room, already," said one of the guys as he walked past.
"Hey, man," said Andy roughly, "Leave my woman alone!"
Carlos and Trisha (which I later found out was her name) broke apart.
"Baby, I'm hungry," said Trisha, again in that high pitched sort of whiny voice.
"OK, baby, wait here, I gotta go see to some cars and I'll be right back," he said.
Andy took off out to the garage. Carlos seizing the opportunity came up and started whispering stuff in her ear. She laughed. He moved in closer to her, and as she relaxed she eased into his body. He made another suggestion and she nodded. With her in tow he headed for a door on the other side of the room that was labeled 'ladies/gentlemen' on a cardboard sign.
"Step into my office," he told her, holding open the door.
He followed her into the john, closing the door behind him.
"Dude, what's going on?" the punk asked me, not being able to see anything from his location.
"I think she's blowing him while her boyfriend is out back," I said.
"Cool."
Glancing at my watch, I could see they were in there for about ten minutes before he came out. I must have been looking at him expectantly, 'cause when he saw me he was just grinning from ear to ear, and zipping up his pants as he came out. She came out after a few minutes. The blowjob must have got her motor running. She looked at me and walked over to where I was sitting. Maybe she was attracted by the way I was dressed.
"Hey, baby," she said to me, sassy, "You look good. Ain't seen you 'round here before."
I said nothing; I did nothing - just cocked my head and smiled invitingly at her. In seconds she dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my zipper. No fucking shit!
Helping her out, I fumbled and undid my belt. After undoing my pants, I pulled down my boxer shorts. Between the playboy and the bathroom incident, I was already half hard. She lifted my thickening shaft and took me inside her moist mouth.
My boner hardened up real fast, and soon it was too big to fit entirely within her mouth. Undaunted she licked and sucked around shaft, taking my balls in her mouth, and the tip of my dick as far as it would go down her throat.
The punk had not been able to take his eyes off this whole scene from the start. He had the look of a guy who maybe didn't get laid often enough. (I know I certainly don't - morning and night just isn't often enough if you know what I mean.)
I leaned my head back and relaxed into the rickety chair - savoring her tongue running up and down my dick.
The punk couldn't take it anymore - guess the real thing was better than the magazine. He stood up and unzipped his pants, letting his woody out into his hand so that he could jack himself off. With sudden inspiration he seemed to realize that her ass was sticking up in the air, invitingly. He grinned at me and knelt down behind her, pushing up her skirt.
Pushing aside her panties, he leaned in to her ass and licked her pussy. The sensation caused her to shiver and suck more urgently on my cock.
Satisfied that she was wet enough, the punk got to his knees and positioned his rod at her entrance. She made no comment about his familiarity, and meeting with no resistance he slid on inside. Closing his eyes as he savored the moment.
"Oh, yeah..." he moaned.
He was on one knee as he tried to keep himself in a position level and in line with her ass. She sucked harder on me with every one of his thrusts.
"God what a nice tight, wet cunt," the punk said as he forced himself yet again between her legs, nailing her deep and hard. His thrusts became more and more uneven - his lack of experience a real impediment to his staying power.
"Hurry up and cum, man," I moaned to him, "I wanna get me some of that." As if the words were the trigger, he screwed up his face and sucked in his breath as he pumped his volley of cum up her cunt. He collapsed back against the wall, momentarily spent.
Always one to enjoy sloppy seconds, I pulled her head up off my cock and helped her to straddle my lap. My slick cock was wedged between us - but our desire didn't leave it there. She was so horny with all the action - she groped to undo my clothes and I hers. The tweety bird t-shirt and lacy bra presented no real challenge. For that matter neither did my suit coat, button down shirt or undershirt. Soon the two of us were groping each other's bodies with nothing on above the waist.
I loved the feel of her tits in my hands, and even better the taste of her nipples in my mouth.
By this time we had an audience.
Carlos had come back from wherever he'd gone too earlier, and it looked like he'd brought along some friends and customers. The punk and I'd been so engrossed that I guess we hadn't paid any attention to anyone else.
I didn't really care anyway. I stood Trisha up on her feet and pushed her skirt and panties to the floor. There wasn't any point in being all shy anyway - her titties had been shaking in the squalid breeze for awhile anyway, and I'd been hung, hauled out and rock hard for some time.
I pulled her back onto my lap. She rubbed up against me, crushing her heaving breasts against me and leaving lipstick marks on my face and chest as she kissed me. I could feel her moist pussy touch my rod; the warm wet fluids of her juices and the punk's cum making my underside all slick and ready to penetrate into her tight hot cavity.
"Fuck me," she whispered into my ear, before going to work nibbling on my earlobe.
My fingers went down to play with her glorious naked ass. Kneading her cheeks in my fingers. My cock would long ago have sought entry into her confines if the angle had been better. With my strong right arm, I lifted her up enough so that I could slip inside.
For a girl who looked like she saw a lot of action - she remained amazingly tight. I let her own weight force my monster deep inside that hole. She moaned in delight as every inch slide further and further within her.
It was my turn to smile up at Carlos, as he watched the last of my prick enter her lips, so that only my balls remained uncontained by her sopping sheath. Her screams of ecstasy brought more of the guys from their hidden corners and soon a dozen guys were watching this bitch ride me like a champion stallion. It wasn't everyday that I found myself in such a position, and knowing someone was watching is still an incredible turn on.
Between her using her legs for leverage and my arms lifting her ass up and down on my prick, my thrusting was intense and considerable. Every thrust was like a spear, and awkwardly we tried to position ourselves to take the most advantage that we could. We were groping at each other madly, trying to get ever closer. She and I must have looked more like two animals rutting, than the smooth actors of a porn flick.
Andy had shown up by this point - his face looked briefly at mine, his expression a mixture of envy and contempt, then his eyes went down to what the other guys were staring at - my cock in her pussy.
"Andy, man," I said to him, unable to resist, "Your girl has one sweet cunt. Yeah, sweet alright, sweet face and everything."
Andy looked angry, but like the other guys he had a bulge in his jeans. Some of them were even openly playing with themselves. The punk too had gotten an erection back by this point.
Andy tried to take a step towards me, but Carlos muscled him back.
"Whoa, dude," said Carlos to him, "You should have seem the way your bitch looked at us, man. She wanted it. We're just giving her what she wants."
I felt the familiar tingle deep in the souls of my feet that signals my impending orgasm. I'd been tenderizing her cunt for a while now - I'm not exactly sure how long - longer than the punk had - but I couldn't hold out much longer. I was about to give it up to her.
Lifting her up off the chair - still impaled on my dick - in one smooth motion. All this more impressive as my pants still hung around my ankles. I carried her carefully over to the table and laid her down underneath me. Remaining in her and now on top of her, I used my weight and positioning to pummel her with the twenty or so more strokes that I was able to summon up before I let the fantastic feeling of fuck overtake me, and - stiffening up - in the last few maddening thrusts - forced my sperm deep inside her to mix with the punk's as some of it oozed out around my cock and down her ass crack in my frenzied humping.
Used up for the moment, I withdrew my still firm, but slowly softening manhood out of her pussy with a sucking squishy noise that set Andy off.
He came at us ripping off his shirt jeans as he moved. It wasn't me that he wanted a part of - so I got up out of his way.
I watched him, as with eager anticipation, he shed the last clothes and tossed them aside. The other guys moved around the table their cocks now all exposed - jutting out of their pants and held firmly in their eager grips.
The punk looked at me with all sorts of newfound respect.
"Awesome, dude," he said in an excited tone, "Damn you really nailed the bitch!" He gave me an eager high five as another guy patted me on the back while a third gave me a friendly punch in the arm.
Andy knelt down in front of her, examining her spread thighs with his fingers. Trisha squealed in delight as he climbed on top of her, using his pole to beat on her twice-used door. She positively screamed when his hard, thick shaft pushed its way up her seething twat. He humped into her so hard that her ass lifted off the table - his tool skewering her cunt.
The other guys watched their friend fuck his girl, as they'd watched me do. One of them - now emboldened - knelt by her face and turned her head towards him. She opened her mouth automatically and moaned as he slid his smooth shaft between her waiting lips.
She writhed and moaned deliriously as the two guys fucked into mouth and cunt. Her lips rode up and down the stiff cock pumping her face while her hips gyrated around Andy's prick that was giving her spasming pussy such a workout.
My own cock was getting hard again, but I pulled my pants back up to give myself a certain amount of dignity. The rest of the guys were pretty much all the same as me by now - skin from the waist up with their hard dicks poking out of their jeans and pants. Each waiting for a turn at one of her holes.
As the one guy shot his load into her mouth another moved to take his place. "Hey, babe, suck me too," said the new guy hoarsely gripping her hair. He held onto the back of her head and he guided her face up and down his throbbing shaft.
From my place in the room, next to Carlos, I could see the muscles of Andy's ass clench - his balls banging off Trisha's ass - with every thrust. Her legs curled up around his waist. I moved to the side so that I could watch his prick slide into her close-cropped black bush. She enveloped him within her on every thrust - the folds of her lips spreading to accommodate his girth and clinging to his rod as he pulled out.
Watching them fuck was making me so fucking horny to be back in his place again. Even though I'd just finished my turn not less than five minutes ago. Turnabout is fair play I guess.
At the pace of his fucking though, Andy couldn't withstand the impending ejaculation. Like an overeager hamster he just propelled mindlessly - seeking gratification of his desire. Like the punk and I before him, his body braced itself stiffly as the final few thrusts added his cum to ours.
I noticed at that point we had been joined by two new customers - black dudes, who stood in rapt attention at the spectacle laid out in front of
them.
"Yo, what up?" said the one guy, "Came to get a part Andy. Whose party?"
Andy walked over towards us.
"Hey, Mike," he said to the guy closest to me, "It's my party. My girl decided to throw a little bash for Carlos, it's his birthday."
"Happy birthday, man," said the other guy, nodding at Carlos.
Andy turned to me, and gave me a playful sucker punch on the left arm.
"No hard feeling dude?" I asked him. I couldn't tell if it was just his goodwill or not. He had obviously gotten a good look at me and at over two hundred muscled pounds - I was a big boy - probably figure twenty to thirty pounds of muscle on Andy. He was a wiry little sucker though - I didn't particularly fancy a black eye or bruises - how would I explain that to the girlfriend? Fortunately he had decided that it wouldn't be worth the trouble. We all laughed and joked about Andy's good fortune at having found such a willing little whore to treat the whole place.
"Christ, just last month I saw Trisha at a club and she was such a little tight ass," said the second black guy, "I couldn't even cop a feel or nothing. Like a virgin. Now look at that slut go. She can't get enough. If I had known how horny she was dude I'd a begged for a three-way man."
Andy looked a little surprised by this - maybe more by the fact that a friend was trying to get it on with his girl.
"She may have acted uptight," I said, "But dude, you should feel how well she works that pussy around your dick. She's one fine little darlin'."
Not that Trisha was neglected through all this chit chat, though. As soon as Andy had rolled off her, two other guys had moved into position.
Both had free cocks poking out from behind their pants and they put them to work. One climbed up on top of her to enjoy the fruits of her pussy and the other bigger guy pushed the smaller guy away from her face so that he could have her suck him off.
Two other guys had moved to either side of her and each had placed one of her free hands on their exposed hard pricks. She jerked on their stony cocks and continued to suck and hump the ones pounding into her face and pussy. She was taking obscene pleasure at taking on four guys at once.
The new guys in the room yanked down their zippers too, reaching inside to drag out their cocks.
Trisha firmly rubbed both cocks back and forth in her hand, watching one purple head and then the other enlarge from her fists, the one guy was cut, but the other guy's cock revealing itself from around the fold of his foreskin as it slid over him.
She pumped faster, as the guys closed their eyes in ecstasy.
The one in her mouth was the first to groan audibly and she focused her attention on him, working firmly on him until he pulled his cock out and spurted his cream at her mouth and face, spilling onto the tops of her titties and down her neck.
The cum set off the two guys in her grips and they jerked quite forcefully as their cocks one at a time fired off their hot loads onto her, the guy in her pussy and onto the floor.
"Hey, I heard there was a hot chick up here getting banged," said someone new who just showed up. "Whoa," he said, seeing it with his own eyes.
"Hey, wait your turn," the guy thrusting into her answered. The guys all laughed.
The guy working her pussy was masterful. He had smeared the wetness of her pussy juices all over her, as it ran down on her thighs and the table. His cock filled the well-used hole completely and she was obviously feasting on the fullness as he rolled her over so that she was now astride him, riding him. He continued to push up into her slowly, letting her relish the entire length of his dick before drawing back again.
It was hard to keep track of her orgasms, which left the rest of us who had taken a turn wondering what this guy had that we didn't. Must've been the motion of the ocean, cause it sure as shit wasn't the size.
Another guy came round her, and getting up on the table one foot on either side of the guy beneath him. His cock bobbed in front of her face and she guided the stiff rod to her mouth, then hungrily she feasted on it, feeling it slide between her lips and teeth as the cock beneath her thrust up and down in her pussy.
The guy beneath her moaned, and rammed up harder into her and then exploded within her depths.
"Fuck her hard, man. Each time you really give it to her, dude, like she takes me down so deep," the guy pumping her face groaned.
"Can't man," said the guy beneath her, "I'm finished."
They shifted places then, the spent guy moving away so that others could take their turns. She groaned in delight with each new offering of cock.
The guys took turns fucking her face, waiting for her pussy to become available. If one of them couldn't hold back any longer, he would come in her mouth or on her.
"Oh, yeah, bitch. Drink my cum, you slut," one would groan as his cock swelled between her lips as he unleashed his load of sperm down her throat.
One softening cock would quickly be replaced by a hard one. Her mouth gooey with sperm, she couldn't seem to swallow load after load fast enough. The guys would continue pumping her face with their tools. The guy plugging into her cunt would slam in balls-deep and groan as he came. She would cum with him, squealing around the meat stuffed down her throat while her pussy would contract around the thick, releasing cock.
She would collapse on the cum coated table in exhaustion, but as she looked around there were always more new guys eyeing her. They were all ready to do her. Then it would start all over again as they would stick their pricks up her pussy.
Finally, when it seemed that all the employees, customers, and some of the employees from neighboring shops had all had their fill of her pussy and mouth, Andy told everyone that it was time to get back to work. It had been well over three hours - a hell of a lot longer that I had expected to wait for a relatively simple window replacement.
As Trisha finished off the last guy in her mouth, I could see her pert ass waving back up at me from across the room. Little dribbles of cum running down her thighs.
Carlos, the Mike, and myself were the only ones left who weren't wholly satisfied.
Mike nudged me and said, "Man, you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah, dude," I replied, "That ass is virgin, man. Hasn't been touched by anyone."
Carlos looked where we were looking.
"So who gets to pop the cherry?" he asked.
We were all unsure - our camaraderie broken suddenly as we were put in competition with one another for the prize.
Suddenly and confidently the black dude said, "Biggest dick takes it. Agreed?"
Carlos and I looked at one another, but unable to come up with an alternate plan reluctantly agreed.
"I guess it's a change from rock-paper-scissors," I said.
None of us had actually taken any real notes on the others for a close comparison. We pumped ourselves up and took a look. The black guy was big - no doubt, but not big enough. I had him beat in length and slightly in girth. Carlos, much to his credit, came in at a respectable third.
I licked my lips in anticipation. Disappointed, but not out of the game, Mike called Trisha over and had her mount him on top of the table. He wasted no time as he lay on his back. His incredibly huge cock stood at attention between his thighs.
I ordered Trisha to straddle him and she hesitated only a moment, looking at me. Those big eyes slightly unsure of what we had in store. Needing no help from anyone she climbed on top of him and easily slid down his cock entering her well-fucked hole. I enjoyed watching her ride this bull of a cock, which she did well. However, if I didn't get it in gear, Carlos would beat me out of the glory.
Kneeling down behind her on the table, I pushed her forward, exposing her ass. I would never be able to get inside of her unless I was slicker that I was at that moment. She was protesting at my actions, even though I had been using my fingers to explore her asshole and bring her some pleasure. At my suggestion the black dude pulled out of her cunt long enough for me to dip inside and get really wet.
She screamed at my invasion of her pussy, but between us she was unable to move. I rammed forward into her getting wetter and slicker.
In one sudden forceful move, I pushed my index and middle finger into her ass testing. Then I slipped my finger out, quickly positioning myself. She screamed again as I inserted my hard cock slowly but steadily into her ass. I waited a moment, then, so I could feel my cock against her sphincter muscle, and then I allowed myself to slide out, building up a rhythm of thrusting.
The black dude wasted no time in filling up her pussy once more.
Inch after unbelievable inch of my thick, hard cock slowly forced its way in and out of her tight ass and, at the same time, this other guy's cock continued to fuck in and out of her pussy. Her screams of pain gave way to her screams of pleasure. She felt the movement of both cocks rubbing each other through her anal and vaginal walls, and then she came again.
I took my time to savor the moment, but eventually gave in to pleasure. Both Carlos and Mike also had their chance to go where I'd boldly gone before.
Somehow as we'd wrapped up our final fuck with Andy's girlfriend, the guys had managed to finish the repair on my window. Everything seemed to be in order, but I noticed that Andy had added an extra fifty bucks over the estimated price.
I paid the bill without a question.

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