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With the cum fiesta over, the guys decided to work off some of their dinner by playing a little two-hand touch football. Of course, Cori was still a major part of the fun. While the guys split into teams of 6, Cori was dubbed "all-time offense." This meant she played for whichever team had the ball. For both teams, her primary responsibility was to hike the ball, then go out to try to catch a pass.

No one cared how she played, of course, they just wanted to create the best ways to look at and feel up this amazing young woman. Everyone took turns playing quarterback, who had the best view on the field play after play. In order to hike the ball, Cori bent over it at the waist, keeping her legs straight and spread at about shoulder width, allowing room to snap the ball between her legs to the quarterback.

As each guy took his turn at quarterback, he first stood back and admired the view of her ass and pussy, absurdly split by the thong. Then, he would step forward and enjoy a few glorious seconds of groping, squeezing and pinching her ass, rubbing her pussy and dipping his fingers into her snatch before finally hiking the ball.

As soon as the ball was hiked, Cori, who was naturally a very fine athlete, would then run as well as she could in heels and try to get open for a pass. She was open every time because the defenders wanted her to catch the ball. As soon as she caught it, they would all swarm around her, placing both hands on her to make the tackle. Naturally, most of the hands seemed to find their way to her breasts or her ass or even between her legs. Cori was the star of the game in every conceivable way.

When the game was over, they all sat back down and enjoyed a couple more beers. Cori sat in John's lap and the older man openly played with and fondled his playmate in front of his envious guests. As he rubbed her pussy and squeezed her tits, the thought suddenly occurred to him that he would love to make her cum in front of all them, right here on his deck. He and Tom Richards had successfully gotten her off last week. Just the idea of making her get off in front of all these men made his cock stir yet again.

Usually, Cori was pretty easy to get heated up. But in front of this many people, John wasn't sure how quickly she would come around. It was going to be fun, either way. He never let Cori know that he was intending to do more than play with her, but he began by putting his knees inside hers, then spreading both their legs as wide as he could.

Everyone had a great view of Cori's pussy as he pulled the thong aside and began rubbing her hard, rubbery clit. Cori enjoyed the feeling but wasn't really getting aroused yet. She was just sitting there, sipping her beer, looking pretty while the guys talked about guy stuff and, occasionally, her. John continued talking to his friends, not revealing his true intentions for Cori's body.

As usual, Cori's pussy was already wet, so John wasted no time driving two fingers into her snatch. Now, he was finger-fucking her and playing with her clit. He was going slowly, deliberately. To all the guys watching, it appeared to be nonchalant diddling, but as the heat and sensitivity grew, to Cori it felt very intense indeed.

She felt the stirring in her loins and wondered if John was doing this on purpose. She glanced back at him, but he seemed to be paying no attention to her whatsoever, just absently stroking and poking her pussy. But he was maintaining a very slow, purposeful rhythm that, intentional or not, was stoking her fire.

"Well, all I'll say is Holman better do something about the roads around here," Tom Richards was saying. Cori realized they were talking about the shop's new partner, the mayoral hopeful, and tried to focus on what they were saying. It could be important when it came time for her to help the mayor campaign. But John's fingers were driving her crazy. She was trying not to let anyone notice, but with all eyes on her most of the time, it was going to be difficult.

"He seems like a decent enough guy," John said, referring to Holman. "I think he's smart and fair, at least for a politician. I think if we give him a chance, he'll do all right."

"I hear he really likes the ladies," one of the guys said. "He's a bachelor, you know. I hear he likes to go to Atlanta and hit the strip clubs and escort services."

"I'm sure he can afford it," John said. "The man's got some money."

"Speaking of money, have you guys seen that rich bitch Paris Hilton?" Chet asked. "Damn, that slut has some great legs."

"Oh yeah," Jack said. "And she wears those fuck-me heels all the time, too. If you didn't know better, you'd think she made her money as a hooker or porn star."

"Well, I wouldn't mind being that dude in that internet movie with her," Tucker added. "I haven't seen it, but I hear she's quite a cocksucker."

While all this was going on, John noticed Cori's pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her nipples were hard, her clit was at attention and she seemed to be breathing a bit harder. She wasn't letting on that he was getting to her, but he knew her body well, and it was not lying to him. She was very turned on and quickly losing control.

"Well, she's a hottie all right," John said, referring to Paris Hilton, "but I don't think she holds a candle to Cori. The only place she's even close is with those legs. But they're a little too skinny. She has no ass and no tits, and I think we'll all agree Cori is very well-proportioned in those areas. And as far as cocksucking, well, I've never had the pleasure of a Paris Hilton blowjob, but given the choice between one blowjob from Cori and 10 from Paris Hilton, I'd take the one every time."

"What do you think of Paris Hilton, Cori?"

Cori was caught off guard. She had barely been able to focus on the guys' conversation. Something about Paris Hilton having nice legs. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a gasp, then a soft whimper as a tremor ran through her over-stimulated body.

"By golly, I believe she's going to cum!" Jack laughed. "Look at that, fellas!"

Cori looked at Jack, but was unable to respond. She knew she had been discovered and couldn't hide it anymore. She gave in to uncontrollable desires and began humping John's fingers and grinding her clit against his hand. Her breath began coming in raspy gasp and her eyes glazed over. Her nipples were pointed out straight and hard and she was arching her back, leaning back against John's chest.

With both of John's hands working away at her pussy, she put her own hands to her breasts to touch and tease her nipples.

"Hey Jack, Tucker, how about giving the lady a hand with her tits," John said. "I'd do it myself, but my hands are full of pussy right now."

The brothers hopped out of their chairs, eagerly approaching John and the girl writhing on top of him. "Happy to help," Jack said. "What do you need us to do?"

"Just squeeze and play with her tits," John said. "Pinch her nipples a little, but not too hard. Hell, give them a lick if you don't mind a little baby oil on your tongue." Cori's body still glistened with oil, but most of the excess had come off while she rolled around on the bed and then played football. Now she was just soft, shiny and a little slick.

Everyone was gathered around now as John jabbed three fingers into her with increasing force and pace, never taking his other hand off her clit. The brothers had a field day with her tits, licking and sucking the erect nipples, pinching them, squeezing her full breasts and even lightly slapping them, making them bounce and jiggle.

"Look at that bitch go," Chet said. "Fucking little slut is on fire. She's going to pass out if she doesn't cum soon."

"John, does she always put on this much of a show when she cums?"

"Well, usually there aren't this many people watching, " John said, "but, yeah, otherwise, this is about normal. Sometimes I'd rather watch her cum than cum myself."

"I can see why," Jack said, slapping her breast and watching it bounce in response.

Cori started gyrating and bucking her hips frantically. She was moaning in her sexy, whimpering style and, sure enough, her nostrils began to flare. John knew all the signs very well and knew she was very close. Without skipping a beat, he poked a fourth finger into pussy and lightly pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

"Squeeze her tits hard, boys," John instructed. Both guys used both hands to squeeze her firm, meaty tits and held on tight as Cori bucked and writhed and finally climaxed. Her body shook and spasmed until she was done, then she slumped in John's lap.

"Holy shit!" Jack said. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"You ain't see nothing yet," John said, pulling his fingers from Cori's pussy. He stood up, holding her in his arms. She was completely limp, still breathing hard, her nipples still erect. "Once she gets going like this, she can cum over and over and over again. Chet, care to do the honors?"

"Hell yeah! Bring that little bitch over here."

John handed Cori to Chet, who instantly began fondling her all over. He laid her on her back across his lap and dug four fingers into her snatch, just as John had done.

"She's fucking on fire!" he said.

"Yeah, just keep that fire burning and she'll start wiggling all over again," John said. "Any volunteers to help with the tits?"

Naturally, everyone wanted to help, but two lucky guys were the first to claim possession of a tit and began kneading them like big balls of dough. Just as John assured, Cori's body soon came back to life, her hips churning and back arching again. Her eyes opened halfway, dully looking at the guys manipulating her body. Her pussy, which had never cooled off, was really beginning to cook.

"If she gets any hotter, I'm going to burn myself," Chet chuckled. He was finger-banging her harder and faster than John had done and was more mashing than rubbing her clit. Cori was thrashing about in total abandon. To help hold her down, one guy grabbed her ankles and held them while another guy grabbed and held her wrists. She was completely stretched out, exposed and being stimulated by what felt like dozens of prying, caressing, squeezing and invading fingers.

"Pump her good, Chet," one of the guys said. "Make that bitch cum again."

"Keep squeezing those titties, guys," Chet said. "I think she's getting close."

"Pinch her clit," John suggested. "That usually puts her over the edge."

Chet took John's advice, roughly smashing Cori's clit between his thumb and finger. She shrieked in a combination of pain and ecstasy, then rocked through another body-trembling orgasm. Sweat now matted her hair and ran between her breasts, while pussy juice trickled down her thighs. She was a well-fucked mess, and there was still more to come.

"Who wants to go for round three?" John asked, handing Cori to Tom Richards, who would have the honor of finger-banging her this time. Four more volunteers stepped forward, two holding her tits and the other two holding her wrists and ankles.

"Shit, you weren't kidding, Chet," Tom said. "Her pussy is on fire. Give me some ice."

John brought him a cup of ice and Tom picked up a cube and stuck it inside Cori's sizzling cunt. "I think it's going to take a lot more than one," he laughed, proceeding to push two more inside her. The sudden chill snapped Cori out of her stupor and she attempted to sit up and get the offending cubes out of her pussy. But the constraining hands held her down.

"Whoa, where you going, slut?" the guy holding her ankles said. "Just lie back and cum some more. We're not done with you yet, bitch."

Cori's smoldering pussy quickly began melting the ice and water began running out of her snatch. After the initial cold, the ice cubes inside her actually felt good. It felt even better when Tom added three fingers to her pussy, pushing the ice cubes even deeper inside her. The guys realized there was no reason to stop with her pussy and quickly applied ice cubes to her clit and nipples. The cold made them ache with hyper-sensitivity and she squirmed in discomfort and ecstasy. It was like being tickled too long — it felt so good it hurt.

The pleasure assault continued with the guys going through the entire cup of ice and starting a second. Cori's pussy melted cube after cube, but the heat never subsided. She was on fire and seemingly nothing could cool her down.

The guys removed all the ice cubes but continued to stimulate her clit, pussy and tits with their fingers. Tom was ravaging her cunt with four fingers while the other guys were teasing her nipples mercilessly. Cori was whimpering and bucking and begging for release.

"I think she's going to have a seizure if she doesn't cum soon," Chet observed. "Do that thing with the clit, Tom."

"I've got a better idea," Tom said. He removed his hand from her pussy and picked up two ice cubes. With one in each hand, he pinched her clit between the two cubes. She bucked and writhed, her third orgasm starting in her pussy and ripping through her nubile body. The guys stood back and watched her tits bounce and jiggle as she spasmed and came in a captivating series of jerks of twists.

"Those are better moves than I've ever seen in a porno or a strip club," one of the guys observed. "What an amazing body!"

"Well, the fun's not over fellas," John said, picking Cori up out of Tom's arms. "I believe a couple of you haven't had the pleasure yet, and I'm quite certain she's got at least one more orgasm in her."

He handed her to Paul, a heavyset construction worker in his mid-40s. He was the strong, silent type and he had huge, thick, very powerful hands that promised to do wonderfully exciting things to her delicate pussy. "Have at it, my friend," John said.

Again, four other guys stepped forward to handle the wrists, ankles and tits. But Paul gave them different instructions in this time. She was on her back in Paul's lap, but they lifted her legs and put them up over her head. There was still a guy assigned to manipulating each tit, but now there was only one guy handling the wrists and ankles. The fourth guy now was in charge of her ass, while Paul maintained custody of her pussy and clit.

"All right guys," Paul said, "let's make this one the best one yet for this hot little slut. Fellas, tweak those nipples and squeeze those tits, but don't bruise 'em. Slim, hold on tight to those arms and legs — keep 'em out of the way. Meeks, I want you to squeeze her ass, spank it a little, but not too hard. And, I think since her ass is so hot, maybe we should try some ice inside there, too."

John brought over a large bowl filled with ice. Meeks, an electrician in his mid-30s, squatted down next to Cori's ass. Meeks grabbed two handfuls of well-rounded, tanned and toned ass, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin on those firm globes. Meanwhile, Paul was taking full advantage of his opportunities with her pussy. After rubbing her moist pussy lips for a while, he used both hands to spread her pussy wide open. He hooked a finger inside each pussy lip and pulled her cunt open, revealing her hot, pink fuck tunnel.

"Look fellas," he said. "I can see all the way to her stomach." Meeks did the same thing with her ass, opening the dark hole as wide as he could. Cori bucked her hips in discomfort as the men gave her a crude but thorough physical, but the four men maintained full control of her body. Their explorations were just beginning.

"Here, let me try something. I saw this on a porno once," Paul said. "Hold that asshole open, Meeks." Meeks kept it open and Paul kept Cori's pussy open with his left hand. Then, he inserted his thick middle finger into Cori's ass and poked upward from the inside until he could see the outline of his finger denting the tender pink walls of her pussy. Cori squealed and squirmed, but Paul only drove his finger into her flesh harder.

"Better keep her quiet," Paul said, noticing a few neighborhood lights turning on.

"I'll handle that," John said. He replaced Slim holding Cori's ankles and wrists and straddled Cori's face. He stuffed his cock into her mouth. His balls were squished up against her nose, making it tough for Cori to breath. "This will keep her quiet for you. Now, go ahead fellas. Make her cum again. Slim, why don't you handle her clit while Paul plays with her ass and pussy."

John didn't fuck her throat really, mostly just standing there, holding her legs and arms and keeping her mouth gagged with his cock. Naturally, the feel of her warm, wet tongue on his cock kept him good and hard, but he wasn't concerned about cumming right now. He wanted to watch Cori get off again.

Slim knelt down next to Meeks and pinched Cori's hard clit between his fingertips. Meeks was still holding her ass wide open and Paul was still using those incredibly large, powerful hands to poke and pull at her openings. Still holding her cunt open, he instructed Slim to drop an ice cube in. Then another. Cori shivered and trembled.

"Now put two in her ass," Paul said. Meeks held her ass open and Slim dropped two cubes into her ass. Then both Paul and Meeks let go, letting her orifices snap shut, trapping the cubes inside her.

Paul rubbed and stroked her pussy while Slim maintained his grip on her clit and Meeks rubbed and lightly spanked her ass. The other two guys continued to squeeze and bounce her tits and John kept his cock lodged in her throat. There was barely an inch of Cori's body that had been left unattended.

The ice cubes inside her were driving her crazy. The intense cold was uncomfortable, yet somehow pleasurable. And the massaging, probing hands were extremely pleasurable. Even the familiar scent of John's balls and the taste of his cock was a turn-on. Never had so many men spent so much time pleasuring her like this.

Just as Cori continued to be worked into a frenzy, so did the guys. They got progressively more aggressive and adventurous, their inhibitions about exploring and playing with her body completely gone. They still respected her and John and wouldn't hurt her or try to engage in actual intercourse, but they knew now that just about anything else was fair game. They were having as much fun making her cum as she was getting off.

"Hey, guys, check this out," Paul said. He spread her pussy open again and reached four fingers deep inside her, bringing out the half-melted cubes. "John, she's been slobbering on your cock for a while now. How about we give her a little thirst-quencher?"

John understood and removed his cock from Cori's mouth. "Keep that mouth open, sweetheart," Paul said. He put both of the ice cubes in her mouth. "That's it," he said, "slurp that pussy juice right off there. Feel it run down your throat. Swallow it and mix it with that belly full of cum."

Cori sucked on the ice, tasting traces of her own pussy as the ice melted and the liquid ran down her throat. As she finished swallowing the last of it, she felt Paul spreading her ass cheeks and pulling her asshole back open. Just as he had done with her pussy, he delved his fingers inside her, scooped out the ice cubes and held them over her mouth.

"Now, are you ready to show us just how nasty you are, bitch?" he said. "Open up and taste your own ass." She opened her mouth and he dropped both cubes, which only seconds before had been deep inside her rectum, into her wet and willing mouth. Cori was so horny, so rabid with lust and rattled by her multiple orgasms that she would have submitted to almost anything.

She didn't hesitate at all to suck on the cubes, tasting her own ass while the guys told her what a dirty slut she was. They spoke in such excited, respectful tones that she couldn't help but be flattered, even though she knew she should probably be ashamed or disgusted.

"Yeah, that's it, eat it, slut," Paul said. "How's that ass taste, you nasty little bitch?"

"What a fucking nasty, hot little whore," Meeks said, quickly stuffing two more ice cubes into her pussy, then two more into her ass. "Warm these up, bitch, then we'll feed them to you, too!"