

STEF'S BIG MOVE

By BIG JIM

She looked up, past the frat boy who was hammering between her legs
as they waved in the air, and mouthed the words, "Thank you."  Just
then, another twentysomething horn dog ejaculated over Stephanie's
face.  She licked around her cum-laden mouth and smiled.

This was a woman who a few weeks ago bridled when guys looked her
over as she walked down the street.  Now Stephanie was at the center
of a gang bang in a motor home parked at a rest stop off the I-15 in
Idaho.  She da ho now.  The frat boy who was fucking her was the
third in line.  Behind him were a half-dozen more.  How had
Stephanie gotten there, at the intersection of her love for cock and
the oversupply of what she craved so much?

The latest phase of her relentless horniness began when she asked
me, her ex-husband, to drive a U-Haul truck from the small mountain
state town that had closed in on her, back to the California desert
for another go at the American dream.  At forty, Steph weighed
within five pounds of her weight in college.  Her look was not
classically beautiful, but she was interesting, cute and petite.
Stef had nice legs, a very round butt, nice tits with Toll House
nipples, and a swimmer's shoulders.  She looked particularly
fetching on her knees with my cock in her mouth, and when she got
hot enough, you could hold the back of her head and fuck her throat
like it was a juicy twat.

We had divorced several years before, because she was restless and
didn't want the dull life of a yuppie wife.  Hell, I thought as the
frat boy grimaced and clenched his buttocks while he shot into
Stef's greedy snatch, if I had known that was what she wanted, we
could have had some wild times a lot sooner.  Biff or whatever his
name was pulled out, his softening prick shiny with their mixed
juices, and Stef's moans turned to whimpers:  "Who's next?"  she
breathed.  A black kid stripped off his Calvins and let his fat log
of a cock swing down as he stepped forward. He reached down with
hands big enough to palm two basketballs and flipped Stef over onto
her hands and knees.  Her pussy was dripping jism down the inside of
her thighs as he plugged it with one swift thrust.  Stef began to
whimper again, until a blond boy with an almost conical cock shoved
it into her mouth.  He whipped up a fine froth around her mouth as
the two guys worked up a rhythm moving her back and forth between
them.

Stef and I had been into role-playing for years.  Her favorite was
the hooker busted by the vice cop.  I melted inside when she
shuddered before licking out my asshole as she acted out the slut
desperate to avoid another pinch.  She liked that story over and
over again, even when I added cop after cop until she was fucking
and sucking the whole squad.

But what I think really got her going was the cowboy at the rest
stop. But that is another story.  Right then, inside the Winnebago
with the Phi Whoevers and Stef the sweetheart of their wet dreams, I
was wondering who would be the first to take her up the ass.

END OF PART ONE

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