Message-ID: <24345asstr$959566221@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200005281612.MAA09830@fozzie.webservepro.com> From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat) Subject: {ASSM} She Was a Boy Band Groupie 3/3 (M+F oral anal interr) Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 22:10:21 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/24345> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english Stanton bent over, pushing her ass into Brickhouse's face and exposing more of her juicy slit to his eager tongue. The faint whiff of her scent was replaced with the full smell of her arousal. Brickhouse licked and swirled around her twat, then pushed forward, plunging inside with gusto. With her hands around Derringer's slim waist to support her weight, Stanton was free to wrap his cock with her mouth. By pushing against him and letting herself fall back again, Stanton guided her mouth over the length of his shaft. Her tits rocked gently. Wade stripped off his underwear, and his stiff prick bobbed in the air as he moved toward Stanton. "I'm gonna cut back in now," Wade announced. So the swapping began. The boys took turns placing their heads between Stanton's legs, eventually bringing her to orgasm and causing a minor break in her fellatio endurance test. For Stanton certainly enjoyed the steady parade of cock that hovered in front of her face; the sight of well built young men to either side of her, jerking off in anticipation; and the small ache in her jaw from the strain. It was a fine display of dick sucking. There was more of the same out in the hall. Maytag had settled on a spot in front of the emergency stairs, around the corner for the elevators, and out of view of the suite entrance. He figured that from there he could hear the door or the elevator bell before anyone could see him with his dick swinging in Lindsey's face. At least that was what he thought before she started giving him head. It started out simply. Maytag took off his suit jacket, Lindsey made a comment about the equipment in his shoulder holster. He unzipped his pants and she made another comment about the equipment in his boxers. The quips were remarkably similar. Lindsey pulled his underwear down to his knees, looked up at him and smiled and then took his partially limp organ in her mouth. She hummed, tugged on him with her mouth, and soon he was fully aroused. His meat swelled, and her pink lips made a lovely O shape to fit him in her mouth. Lindsey grabbed his ass. It was the first she had used her hands since pulling down his boxers. That was when the noise started. Lindsey used her grip on his ass to anchor herself and she began to bob her head on his cock like a rubber dinghy caught in a sea storm. With each stroke, she pulled all the way off his cock,making a plopping sound and smacking her lips. Her mouth was a spring of wetness, and spit dribbled down the length of Maytag's shaft to tickle his balls. She moaned the whole time, as if his turgid cock was some kind of harmonica. It was the loudest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob Maytag had ever received. "Oh, fuck," he mumbled. Maytag bucked his hips slightly, but Lindsey noticed. She took half his length in her mouth, then smacked him on the ass. When Maytag stood still she slapped him again, harder. He got the message and bucked his hips. He fucked her pretty pink lips, fucked that wonderfully wet mouth, until the pressure of orgasm built up and sapped the strength from his legs. Lindsey took up the motion for him, continuing the same slurping style of cocksucking she started with. After another quick slap to his buttock, Lindsey deftly moved her hand to the the cleft of his cheeks and slid a finger into his ass. Maytag gasped for breath. All the while, her sucking was relentless, and even as Maytag's spunk surged into her mouth she kept on bobbing her head on his shaft. "God damn," he grunted. Maytag was drained. He thrust his arm out to the wall for support. He could hardly stand. Lindsey was much more energetic. "Good?" "Better than good." "Did you like how I just slipped that in at the end?" Lindsey had produced a compact mirror and tube of lipstick from somewhere. She applied a fresh coat of pink to her lips. "That was a surprise," Maytag admitted. He caught his breath and pulled up his pants. "Now do you think I can get in there?" Lindsey asked. "I'm sorry, I can't let you bring that food in there," he said. "Fine! I'll leave the food out here." That certainly eased Maytag's suspicions. The blowjob helped, too. He caved. "I just want to search you first." "I bet you do," she teased. Maytag patted her down, and only felt a few loose objects in her jacket. "Empty the pockets." Lindsey did as ordered. Maytag examined the compact and the lipstick tube; one key chain; a set of twenty dollar bills tied with a rubber band: probably for bribes to get up here, Maytag thought. He noted there was no identification, but shrugged it off. One last item intrigued him: a blister with foil covering one side. It looked like some over-the-counter drug. Several tablets had already been pushed through the foil. "What's this?" Maytag asked. "Suppository." Maytag kept his gaze on her. She elaborated. "I wouldn't want to get pregnant or anything. I mean, it's just not worth it." "Could you repeat that?" Maytag asked. "I said it's a suppository." "After that. You said something after that. You said, 'It's just not worth it.'" Those were the same words used in the threatening note. Maytag reached a hand into his jacket. Lindsey moved to place the cart between the two of them. But Maytag did not grab his weapon. Instead he reached behind his back and shoved his hand into his pants. He grimaced, and then removed his hand. He held out his palm, revealing a white tablet, like the ones from the package. It had already started to soften. "Just slipped that in there, huh, Lindsey?" "You've got the wrong idea," she said. "I'm sorry, Lindsey." Then Maytag did draw his weapon. He ordered the blonde to put her hands on the wall, and proceeded to cuff her. Maytag placed Lindsey Ward under arrest. Hardly a fair way to reciprocate. * * * In the hotel room, Stanton kept at her definition of body guard duty. Pricks that started out as dangling hoses had long since turned to stiff rods. As much as she liked feeling them swell against her lips and push firmly down on her tongue, Stanton had another fine use for them. She was about to suggest one when Derringer spoke up. "Come over here," he said. Those were rather ordinary words, to be sure, but the picture he cut as his firm buns moved over to the couch and sat down, and his hard cock pointed straight up at the ceiling, was enticing enough. Stanton moved to the couch, and the remaining trio stared at her ass. Brickhouse and the others had a close up view, but now they got to appreciate it in its wider context. One at a time, the legs in their beige stockings slid onto the cushions. She straddled Derringer's legs. "That's it baby," Derringer said, "Ride this fucking cock." As an invitation it certainly had more punch than "come over here." "Like this?" Stanton asked. She reached behind her and grabbed at his dick, taking hold of the root and part of his nut sack. Stanton guided the swollen head to the parted lips of her pussy and then sank her body onto his shaft. "Damn, I wish I had a camera," JC said, pumping his cock with his fist. Wade said nothing but moved over to the couch. He stood with one foot on the cushion next to Stanton and the other planted firmly on the floor. Stanton stopped rocking on Derringer's cock and ran her lips along Wade's glistening hard-on. Derringer grabbed hold of Stanton's ass and thrust up at her. Banging her from beneath caused small waves to ripple across her cheeks, and Stanton grunted in approval. Derringer fucked as hard as he could, and his balls slapped up at her backside just after every upstroke. JC and Brickhouse urged him on. "Yeah, Derringer" "Fuck her, man, fuck her." Stanton felt another orgasm coming, and stood still. But Wade and Derringer kept stroking. Wade moved his cock back and forth in her mouth, with a hand on the side of her face to guide him. Derringer pounded away at her wet cunt, but the sound of their bodies slapping against each other was drowned out by grunts, heavy breathing, and a steady chorus of "oh yeahs" from all quarters. When Stanton came, she dug her nails into Derringer's shoulder and Wade's lower back. Wade's cock slipped out of her mouth and ran along her face but Derringer's tool kept on its relentless thrusts. Stanton spasmed. "Oh, oh, OH, FUCK!" Stanton cried before straining for breath. But it was Derringer who was exhausted after, and Stanton who found renewed energy. Quickly she lifted herself off his cock, which fell back to his body with a wet smacking sound. Stanton slid down Derringer's sweaty torso and onto the floor. She gripped Derringer's cock at the base and licked her juices from its length. "Oh, that was so fucking nice," she said. Kneeling on the ground, Stanton's ass emerged from the tops of her brown thigh high stockings like two scoops of ice cream on top of a sugar cone. JC almost threw the table out of the way to kneel behind her. "You want some more, baby?" JC asked as he moved his cock between her legs. "Mm-hmm," Stanton said. It was all she could manage with a mouth full of Derringer dick. JC rested a hand on her ass. It was slightly damp with perspiration, but nowhere near as wet as her sopping pussy. Once the head parted the seam, JC's dick slid in easily. Her cunt gave way to his thrusts like warm pudding, but the walls constrained him like a vise. The sensation was incredible, and certainly better than his fist had been. "You like that? Huh? You like that?" "Mm-hmm," Stanton repeated. She could feel his strokes grow erratic, and she knew he would come any second. To help him, she dipped her lower back up and down, moving her ass back at him. She pulled away from Derringer's member and encouraged him. "Oh, yeah, like that," she exhorted him. "Fuck me." But at that time, Stanton was doing all the fucking. JC was just a passenger in a roller coaster, watching in amazement at the wonders beneath him, falling over the top of the hill. He came and Stanton felt his warmth spill inside her. The overwhelming pleasure of Stanton's earlier orgasm had ebbed. In its place was a steady tingle in her pussy, sure to be sore tomorrow, a heightened state of arousal, and a rush of adrenaline. She wanted to call out, "Next!" The gang-bang had a mind of its own at that point, though, or at least a momentum dictated by position and the boys' need for release. Wade sat down on the couch next to Derringer, giving Stanton a choice of hard dicks to fill her face. Brickhouse slipped behind her and entered just as JC had. His strokes were full and slow, pushing all the way inside her and beyond, pushing her face head against Wade's balls, Derringer's thigh, or whatever was close at the time. "Uhhh," Stanton grunted. The tiny tingle was growing again, she could feel it. All she really needed was something closer to her clit. She crawled forward, sliding off Brickhouse's cock. On to the sofa, and the incredibly persistent hard-on of Ricky Derringer, she went once more. "I'm so close, girl," Brickhouse said. "Let me taste it," Stanton replied. Brickhouse did as ordered, and Stanton licked his ebony tool top to bottom. It was a mix of salt, pussy, and semen, and it made her nipples harder just to smell it. Stanton slid gently along Derringer's turgid flesh while Brickhouse fucked her mouth in search of release. Wade watched it all and waited his turn. "Wade D!" JC called. "Fuck her ass, man." Wade hesitated and JC repeated himself. "Go on, man, do it!" Stanton took Brickhouse in her fist so she could speak. "Go ahead, stud," she teased. Wade stood, and moved behind Stanton. He looked down and saw the white of her thighs above the dark tops of her stockings. Her ass looked inviting, all the more as it moved up and down, exposing part of Derringer's engorged prick before swallowing it up again. Wade wondered how he should lubricate her asshole. JC must have been reading his thoughts. "I got it," JC said. He pulled a small tube out of his pocket. "Lip balm! It should work on this end, too!" JC placed the nozzle in the crack of Stanton's ass. She felt it and stopped her rocking for a moment. Derringer picked up the pace. JC squeezed half the tube out onto her tight hole and worked a finger inside past the muscular ring. "Mmmpph," Stanton mumbled around Brickhouse's girth. Wade dumped the rest of the jelly on his cock and spread it around. JC pulled out of the way, and Wade pushed the distended tip of his prick against the ribbed circle of Stanton's asshole. With one surge he pushed forward and his dick slid in past the tight greased opening and into the hot orifice. As Stanton jerked Brickhouse off into her open mouth, he watched the other two take turns at stroking her from behind. Her expression was a mix of grimace and grin as those two cocks took turns moving in and out of her ass and pussy. She had trouble staying level with the head of his cock and he had trouble staying his impending orgasm. The curious look of ecstasy on her face proved to be too much. He grunted with arresting pleasure and his breath seemed to stop as his prick pulsed and sprayed Stanton's mouth and chin with a jet of hot white cream. Some dribbled down her neck towards the valley between her tits, some splashed off her cheek and fell on the chest of the man underneath her. "Hey, watch that," Derringer said. "Oh, I'll get that," Stanton cooed. She wiped the jizz from her chin with the back of her arm, and then bent down towards the man's chest. Her ass pointed more in the air as she did so, and the gent at her rear straightened his back and continued to slide in her tight hole. Stanton's long dark hair dangled in Derringer's face. She flipped it over the side of her neck so that he could see her face, and then she licked the fallen jism from his chest. "Goddamn, girl!" Derringer exclaimed. His amazing endurance gave way in a flash. Semen coursed through his cock and pleasure racked his body. Wade could feel the twitching against the underside of his prick, and he, too, entered his climax. He stood fixed in place as his orgasm crested. His toes curled, his mouth fell open, and stream after stream of cum surged into Stanton's ass. "Holy shit," JC said. "That was intense, yo." No one said anything in response. They were spent. Stanton asked for a glass of water and some towels, and JC dutifully fetched them. A mobile phone began to ring when he returned. "JC," Derringer said, "I'm gonna throw that thing out the window." "It's not mine!" "Oh, shit!" Stanton said. She dropped her towel and an to her suit jacket, removing the phone. "Agent Stanton," she said. "It's me, Maytag," came the response. "I think I have our stalker." "Really?" "Really. She tried to sneak in with a food delivery. But a search revealed some contraband. I'm in the lobby now with her. The local PD just arrived. I think we can wrap this thing up tonight." "Great." "I think you should still keep an eye on those guys, though." "No problem," Stanton assured her partner. "Have they gotten out of hand, yet?" "Not at all. In fact they just got done putting on a little show for me." "Huh? I didn't know you liked their stuff." "Well," Stanton said as she looked back at the naked guys and winked at them. JC's dick twitched slightly. "They kind of grow on you after a while." END ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed that, and I'd love to hear your comments. 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