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Outside, the front of the joint was darkened, and the bartender was just hanging a CLOSED sign on the door. There were maybe twelve or fourteen men standing around, and the jukebox continued to blare loud country music.

Trish wasn't sure if any of the men had already fucked her mouth, but she was pretty sure at least some of them had. She'd long since lost count of how many cocks her mouth had wrapped itself around. Cum oozed from her lips and her body trembled.

She was obscenely exposed, her dress pushed down to show her tits, skirt lifted to expose her brown-furred cunt. She leaned back against Kyle Newberry, who was still fingerfucking her anus and pussy, and she looked around the room.

"Last call for alcohol," the bartender said.

Kate was stripping off. There were whistles at the sight of her lean, mean, tanned body, and she drank up the appreciation, strutting around like a stripper in her stilettos.

She walked up to a tall, heavy-bellied man who looked like a construction worker and she put her arms around his neck, shoving her face up so she could kiss him. Her mouth was wet and horny, and her body wriggled against his.

"I think you're ready," she laughed, drawing back and rubbing his cock bulge with the back of her hand. "This thing damn sure is!"

She unzipped him, her brown eyes staring fixedly into his face, and she fisted his cock up and down as they stood there. Another man came around behind her and cupped her tits from the rear, grinding his crotch into her highset, round ass. Kate preened, the center of their attention, and she soaked up their caresses.

Kyle took his fingers out of Trish. She seized his wrist and brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking them the way she'd sucked all those dicks in the men's room.

"I wanna fuck you," he said. Funny. He'd never told her that in high school. But it was no time to hold old grudges.

"You can fuck me," she replied smoothly. "But first you have to kiss me." It was time to bring this stud down just a peg or two. She wanted what he had, as much as he wanted to fuck her, but it would be on Tricia's terms. She was making the rules.

Somebody laughed. "Go ahead and kiss her cummy mouth, Newberry! You were a big football hero, and they're all fags anyway, aren't they?"

"Fuck you," Kyle growled. "C'mere, bitch!"

He pulled Trish to him, stared at her for a moment from two inches away, then slammed his mouth open and hot against her jizz-smeared lips. He bore her backward as he kissed her, down onto the pool table.

Someone had thrown a plastic cover over it, and it felt slick and slimy beneath Tricia's back. It would get slicker, slimier, before this all stopped.

He was naked -most of the guys at least had their pants off, and some were totally naked, walking around with bulging hard-ons. As Kyle's mouth worked on Trish, other hands touched her. It was as if they wanted to make sure she was real, living flesh, here to seek pleasure with no holds barred and no questions asked. Her tender tits drew pinch after pinch.

She sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. Off in a booth, along the nearer wall, she could see Kate, and it confirmed all of the suspicions she'd started to hold about her friend.

Kate was sitting on the table top, bouncing on a giant cock that filled her pussy to overflowing, while another man stood on the cushioned seat, holding her by the head as he fucked his long spear of a dick into her gulping mouth. Her body glowed with arousal and she made thrilled sounds of passion. She looked more slutty than Trish could have ever imagined, and she looked gorgeous too.

Kyle climbed onto the pool table, his rampant cock sticking up like a flagpole. All it needed was a big red banner hanging from the point.

Ten years ago, back in high school, Tricia would have sold her soul to be in this position with Kyle Newberry. It didn't seem quite so important to her now, but as she stretched out on the plastic sheeting, her body twisting and twining, her tits jiggling majestically with every motion, she had to admit that it was an exciting place to be.

As he propped himself above her, Tricia took his prick in both hands. It really had lived up to her high school fantasies. She was just sorry that he didn't recognize her now. But maybe it was better that way. The anonymity made it all sooo much more thrilling.

She stroked him in her moist hot palms, teasing her cunt with the massively swollen knob of his dong. Her clit was breathtakingly erect, and it was raw and aching with lust as she rubbed the tip of Kyle's dick back and forth, over the pink pinnacle of excitement.

She eased the knob down lower, wetting it in the oozing swamp of juices that comprised her pussy slash. Her eyes rolled over in their sockets as she slipped him into the antechamber of her cunt, holding him there for just a moment, the hungry mouth of her snatch sucking at the tip of his rod, her juices bubbling out to coat him in moisture.

She considered the swollen size of him. His cock was nearly as big as Ken's. She considered the circumstances under which she had gotten herself into this situation, and she found herself wondering if she could take anything as big as Kyle Newberry's rod up her anus.

Sure, she'd fucked her ass with the cock of Kate's husband Roger, but Roger's long slim tool was a fleabite next to the thick throbbing giant that Kyle sported. But it was assfucking that had started it all, and she thought it only proper that assfucking should have its place in this wild thrilling night's fun.

"My God," she said suddenly, "I'm a married woman. I _couldn't_ let you put your prick in my cunt. I'd never be able to look my husband in the face again. Oh, but I know what we can do, Kyle! Why don't you stick it up my ass, instead?"

His jaw hit the tabletop. There were audible gasps and a couple of rebel yells from the men who surrounded the pool table, watching it all. Tricia lay back, a slutty smirk beaming from her flushed face.

"Think you could handle that, stud?" she asked, yanking a little on his cock to emphasize her words.

"Bet your ass I can," he said in a low, excited tone. He cuffed her briskly on one hip and she rolled over, presenting her bottom to him. He fondled her sweaty, glowing buttocks, and the tip of his cock continued to flap against the wet arousal of her crotch. He was still big, still hard, still horny. Maybe his prime had lasted beyond high school. God, she hoped so!

"Somebody get me a beer," he yelled, and Trish saw a cold bottle being passed to him. She squealed as he poured half the contents onto her rectal area. Talk about cold! But her ass was so hot that the beer seemed to turn immediately into steam.

She looked back and saw him dump the rest of the liquid onto his stiff jutting cock. "I don't want to rip you apart, bitch," he smiled. "And when I go into your shitter, you're gonna feel every inch of my dick!"

He pushed his knob up against her anus and gave it a shove. He was bigger, knocking at her backdoor, than Trish had quite counted on. She closed her eyes, wondering if she could go through with it after all. But she had to know if she could take it. Ken was expecting a piece of her ass when he got home from California, and if she could engulf Kyle's rod, she knew that she would be able to take on her husband's rather larger tool as well.

"I thought you were gonna fuck my asshole," she taunted. "Feels like you're just playing with it."

"Yeah?" he growled. "Play with this, baby!"

And with that, he rammed, and his knob spread her assring with a vicious searing insistence. Trish's eyes bulged out of their sockets, as if her body was already so full of cock there was no room left for anything else. She clawed at the plastic sheet that covered the pool table and she said "Oh, you fucker! Oh, you nasty nasty fucker!"

His dick ripped deeper into Tricia, and she screamed, half in pain, half in pleasure. Taking Roger's tool up her shitter had been _nothing_ compared to the ramrodding of this bigger, stiffer, meaner weapon.

When it came to fucking, she knew, Kyle Newberry was still the same macho, arrogant stud he'd always seemed back in high school. He had a cock, and she had a hole, and he was going to fuck that hole with his cock, no matter what!

She could hear Kate moaning in orgasm, and the sound sent chills along her spine. Kyle was driving a little deeper now, getting more of his prick into her rectum. If that was all she'd give him, he'd fuck the living shit out of it.

Tricia cupped her pussy, massaging it feverishly while she endured the hard, demanding thrust of his cockstrokes up her ass. She slipped fingers into her cunt, spreading it vigorously, digits reaming in and out of her wet snug hole.

As she fingered herself, she could feel his prick thrusting hard and deep, on the other side of the muscle wall that divided her anus from her cunt. The pulsation of his cock was palpable to her fingers, and it inspired her to even more frantic masturbation efforts. She wanted to come in the worst way, but there was no question that she would come. It was only a matter of how soon.

Her head was hanging over the side of the table. Two or three stiff cocks were in plain sight. She ignored the faces of the owners, just husked out, "Bring me a prick! My mouth is hungry, too!"

A dick rammed into her mouth. She gagged as it fucked deeply into her throat, but she didn't miss a suck on the stabbing sausage. Her mouth clung to it, worshiping the gristly male flesh, and her tongue and teeth urged it to squirt her full of yet another scalding spray of cum.

The cock tasted familiar. She was sure she'd sucked it off once already, in the bathroom. A satisfied customer, back for seconds! She hoped he had seconds to give her, too, goddamn it!

Her asshole was in agony. Kyle only knew one way to fuck -fast and hard and deep, and it didn't matter to him that her shitter was very nearly virginal. He had his tool inside it, and that was enough for him. He pumped her faster, banging his groin against the swell of her ass, his cockhead stirring the shit deep inside Tricia Miller's rectum, and he kept pounding back into her for fresh stroke after fresh stroke until her very teeth seemed to be growing loose inside her jaw.

But through it all she kept on sucking the dick that filled her mouth, and in faster time than she had expected she was gratified with the hot squirt of a fresh load of jizz, splattering her frisky tongue. She gargled on the cock, the cum, then let the prick slide stickily from her lips and she said, "Who's next???"

She'd hardly spoken when her mouth filled with another hard bare prick. This was a new one, somebody who'd missed out on the COWBOYS room suckoff marathon. She relished the fresh, excitingly new taste of this strange prick, and she sucked it wolfishly.

Never in her wildest dreams had Trish imagined that she might someday be taking cock at both ends of her body, from two different men. But -just for tonight -she wasn't really Trish at all, was she? She was a blue-haired slut and anything went! Absolutely anything!

She pinched at her aroused clit, whining because it hurt so fucking gooood! Her snatch gushed juices, and her body convulsed. The knob of Kyle's tool was deep in her guts now, ramming hard, and she felt her ass tunnel tighten like a steeljawed trap around his prick.

He howled, as if it hurt him a little bit too, but he didn't miss a stroke into Trish's shitter, his cock moving in short, almost desperate lunges now. She was coming like a bitch, her cunt pissing out its hot joy juices, her asshole milking his cock for dear life, and she made wild moaning sounds of ecstasy around the prick that was still fucking her mouth.

Her oral grip loosened, and the cock fell from her lips. It slapped her in the face, bobbing around in its own kind of frenzy, the shaft soaking wet from the drool in which she'd bathed it.

"Yes, yes, oh, shit, yes ... " she gasped over and over, rubbing her face up and down the length of the forward cock. She was too far gone to suck it now, but the touch of it against her face drove her mad.

The owner of the cock began to stroke it, bopping her in the nose, the mouth, with the bobbing, lunging point. Cum was already frothing in little escaped bubbles from his slit. She lapped them with her tongue, licked the tingly tangy stuff off him. She knew she had not blown this cock previously tonight, and the rich taste of his cum hitting her tongue confirmed it.

She heard him groan and sigh, a faraway sound filtered through the luscious internal music of her own climax. Through dreamy, half-slitted eyes she watched him aim his prick at her face, and she watched the gushing spurt of his cum, blasting into her face, drenching her with the hot ferocity of his sexual release. She purred, licking the jizz that caught on her lips and chin, bathing her face in the remainder of it.

Kyle Newberry's assfucking had become demonic by this time. She found herself screaming with each fresh thrust. "Oh, you fucker! You fucker!" she wailed over and over. "Do it again! Cream my asshole with your big mean dick!!!"

That was clearly what he had in mind too. He fucked into Tricia, and she felt as if her asshole had been permanently stretched to the size of a fencepost. Her innards were greasy with lust, and he pumped her without much difficulty though the friction drove her half wild and the deep ramming thrust of his cock, into her innermost being, kept her orgasm humming and throbbing and dripping out the crack of her cunt.

Another cock was attempting to fuck her mouth but she shook her head, unable to concentrate. She had four fingers up her cunt, using them like a fat horny cock, but her snatch was almost raw now, almost unable to continue another minute at the game.

"Watch this, guys!" she heard Kyle gasp, and suddenly his cock came lurching out of her shithole. The feel of emptiness back there, after being stuffed full of his thick hard meat for what had seemed, felt, an eternity, was amazing, and Trish moaned in deprivation.

He held his cock knob perhaps six inches from the gaping spread of her well-fucked shitter, and he fisted it two, three times. "Ah!" he coughed, and a white spray of semen gushed from his knob, straight into Tricia's widely-dilated anal opening. The voyeurs who could see what he was doing broke into spontaneous cheers, and again Trish heard the eerie rebel yell.

Kyle squirted her four, five times, then thrust his cock straight up her cum-slimed butt and pumped her until his meat went suddenly soft inside Tricia's rectum. He ground against her anyway, stirring his dick around in her jizz-filled tunnel, but it came slipping out, skidding like bald tires on an icy road. She flopped onto her belly, panting like a dog, his slime leaking out of her cock-reamed shithole.

She could hear the alluring moans and whimpers that told her Kate Parker was in the grip of a dynamite sexual encounter too, but she was too dogged out to lift her head and scout the room in search of Kate.

"As long as you're giving away your asshole," a voice said behind her, and she turned half around. A man was on the table with her. His pants were down to his ankles, and his rod stuck up big and hard, and it was obvious that he had fucking on his mind.

"No!" Tricia squealed, flailing at him with her hands, but he was in no mood to be dissuaded so easily. He pulled her ass up against him, lifted her legs high, and spread her. She braced her shoulders on the tabletop as he eased the head of his cock into the hole that Kyle had already reamed out -and creamed up -and he began to fuck Trish without waiting for her approval.

His tool wasn't as big as Kyle's, but it was long and God, did it go deeply into her! She thought she could taste it fucking up her throat from beneath!

Her asshole groaned under the renewed assault, but as he pronged her, he was dipping his fingers into the splayed wet pink of her pussy. He coated them in her internal moisture and he smeared the sticky stuff onto her clit, and Trish began to whine and shiver and respond.

She kept her eyes from his face. He was fucking her like Superman but she didn't want to know who he was, didn't want him to see the lust that boiled behind her blue eyes. There were some things too personal to share with strangers at a gang bang.

Oh, God, that's what it was, too! A gang fuck! And she was the centerpiece! She had no idea how many men she had sucked off. Some of them, she knew, had come back for seconds.

Kyle's ramming orgasm in her asshole had been his third blastoff of the evening. He slouched at the far end of the pool table now, his tool limp and useless, a smile spread across his face that even death would have a hard time removing.

"Fuck her, man," he was saying. "How do you like sloppy seconds?"

"Shit, Kyle, there's places in this asshole your dick never touched!" the assfucker replied, probing Trish with yet another inch or two of his longhandled dong. "Once you get past the used part, it's pretty goddamn good, too ... "

He was right. It was pretty goddamn good! Trish moaned and jerked and thrust her anus back to meet the downstrokes of his driving cock, and his fingers' activity inside her cunt promised that she would climax again, and soon, oh, shit, soon!

From the sounds of squealing and moaning it was obvious that Kate was coming again, too. Kate wasn't exactly a wallflower at this fuckfest, but Trish had definitely turned out to be the belle of the balls, and she basked in her stardom, knowing that all eyes were turned to her and what she was doing, and that every man in the room wanted to be the next cock that fucked this wild, punked-out beauty.

She took a hefty cum shot up the ass, and her shitter convulsed again, squeezing tight around the cock that fucked it, milking every last drop of sperm from the backdoor-banging tool. It came out of her wilted, still dripping cum. She worked it in her fist, teasing another drop or two out. They fell onto her spread pussy and she felt the burning heat of the semen touching her flesh.

"Next!" she giggled.

The bartender was the last man to get her. By that time her asshole was so full of spilled jizz that the stuff squirted out of Trish when he slid his cock in. She was on her hands and knees now, banging her butt back to meet him, and if he cared about the sloppy condition of her anus, he didn't fuck as if it mattered much to him.

She had another climax with him -the tenth, the twentieth, the thousandth -who could tell? Who even gave a shit?!?! She took him as willingly as she'd taken all the others, and she sucked at an anonymous cock while her asshole was prick-plugged one more thrilling time.

He fucked wildly into her hole, but his cock slipped out just as he began to climax, and his spraying jizz squirted into her open, finger-spread cunt, up the smooth flatness of her tummy. Her cunthairs dripped sperm and honeycum and she knew that she could not take another cock in any of her holes.

"That's it," she said, flopping down on her side, knees drawn up protectively to her tits. But everyone on the other side of the pool table could easily see the wet, raw-lipped gash of her cunt, the cock-reamed dilation of her asshole.

"No," she insisted, as a hand reached for a tit, "I mean it. Party's over."

She and Kate struggled into their clothing, what there was of it, and Trish felt just as bare as when she'd been stark naked except for heels and stockings. She looked around the sea of faces that surrounded her and she thought, I'll never _ever_ do anything like this again, but oh, sweet God, I'm glad I did it this one time! Sooooo glad!!!

"Y'all come back real soon, y'hear?" the bartender called as the two women went bowlegged out the front door. "We'll be looking for you."


In the car, Kate breathed heavily. "God, you look like shit!" she said, touching the blue wig that had fallen askew long ago, letting Tricia's semi-natural blonde hair show beneath. "But well-fucked shit," she added.

"So, Trish," she went on, turning the key in the ignition, "what do you feel like doing tomorrow night?"