


Stef's Big Move (Part 3))
Part III --  Winnebago ho


Stef was eyeing the frat boys running and grab-assing as they
spilled out of the Winnebago on the I-15 rest stop.  "There must be
a dozen of them," I said, my excitement rising to meet my
skepticism.  Since those three cowpokes did her at a Montana truck
stop the day before, Stef had been caught up in cock fever.  My own
unit was showing signs of rawness from her sucking mouth and
honey-running snatch.  I was digging the idea of fucking her in
front of them, watching them do her, and taking my turn at the end
of the line.  "How are you going to get their attention?"  She
grinned with a brightness that she hadn't shown lately until this
trip, opened the passenger door of the rental truck, and jumped out
of the cab. Stef straightened her tube top, checked the line of her
Daisy Duke cutoffs, and sashayed up the walk towards the men's room.

I followed her a few feet behind and grooved on her meaty round butt
as it jiggled with every step she took.  When Stef got to the
covered entranceway, she struck a pose underneath it and called into
the men's room, "What else do you use those things for, boys?"  The
effect of her comment was electrified, sudden silence.  One of the
college kids, a towhead with freckles, poked his head through the
doorway.  His blue eyes widened with surprise, he said, "Who wants
to know?" Stef grinned:  "A hot bitch who wants to put you boys to
work!"

That was all it took.  The blond kid and a couple of his buddies
scooped her up and carried her like a mobile mosh pit across the
parking lot and into the Winnebago.  Once inside, I stepped into the
middle of the group and announced, "Gentlemen, meet Stef the slut.
She is into cock big-time.  Three cowboys fucked her silly
yesterday, and she's been crying for more ever since."  While I
talked, Stef knelt before me, licking her lips as she reached into
my jeans and brought out by own meat, hot and hard yet again.  I
reached down and cradled the back of her head in my hands as she
began to suck on my unit.

"As you can see, Stef is one hungry babe," I told the circle of frat
boys.  "We need a place where we can feed her two lines of dudes."
One of the guys pulled down a folding table from the wall and
secured it. Another grabbed a cotton comforter and spread it over
the table.  "Let's get her naked and spead her out," said a
red-haired guy who seemed to be in charge.  I drove my dick into the
back of Stef's throat a couple of times, and then withdrew it.  "You
heard the man," I told her.  Stef blushed and rolled down her tube
top, revealing nice B-cups with dark chocolate chip nipples.  As she
stood up, she peeled it down all the way, along with those Daisy
Dukes. Stef kicked them into a corner when they slipped down to her
strappy sandals.  Stef reached out her arms, thrust her pelvis
forward, and said, "Put me where you want me, guys."

Masculine hands, some damp with anticipation, reached out and lifted
her up.  They placed her with some gentleness across the table on
her back. Stef spread her legs as soon as she lay down.  I stepped
up between her strong shapely thighs and rubbed my unit down and up
her gushing snatch. Then I slipped it in, as Stef signed with
pleasure.  "I'm doing her first, and I'll do her last," I said.  "In
between she's all yours."  Her moans rose again as I hammered her
squishy pussy.  "If someone would like his crank polished, be my
guest," I said.  The red-haired guy stepped forward, already
stripped.  His almost-conical cock bounced as he reached down past
her jerking head and tweaked Stef's nipples.  His cock was a few
inches from her mouth. Stef reached for it with her mouth open wide.


Her moans now muffled, Stef was grooving in the middle between our
driving units.  Red's face crinkled with rising passion as she
sucked him, a fine froth of saliva and pre-come lining her lips.
His balls tightened and he moaned a low keening wail as he began to
ejaculate.  I watched Stef's throat muscles contract as she
swallowed his jism.  That set me off, and I shot my wad deep into
her clasping snatch.

When I stepped back from the steaming juncture of her thighs, I
noticed the blond behind me.  He looked bemused, but his thick cock
jutted resolutely from its nest of light pubes.  He had an easy way
in, and didn't last too long before his prick gushed into her belly.
Meanwhile, another guy, about 6-2 with dark curly hair, leaned his
butt over Stef's face.  She reached up and cradled his glutes as she
wetly kissed and licked his butthole with her come-laden tongue.

The rest of the afternoon was like a film montage, with Stef always
at the center of driving, spurting cocks and sweating, moaning young
men. High points:  Her whimpering around a big black cock as another
one whipped up a froth of pussy juice and come in her needy,
clasping snatch. Her taking load after load of jism on her face
until she wore a hot come mask that dripped off her chin and onto
her heaving breasts.  And of course that first cock slipping into
Stef's asshole while she shrieked with pleasure and pain.  So cool
that it was a big black one, uncircumcised, thick with veins so dark
they looked blue against the deep chocolate of his shaft.  And then,
the big Fourth-of-July finale: Stef rode the readhead's cock, while
she blew one of the black guys, and the other slipped it deep into
her back door.

After all three of them came, Stef rolled over onto her back.  Her
face, hair, and breasts were loaded with jism.  More cum coated the
inside of those always juicy thighs.  I had come another three
times, just from watching Stef's sexual athletics.  Each time I had
stepped up and let go onto one part or another of her heaving,
cum-sheened body. I had shot onto her face and each breast.  That
didn't hold back my heat and desire. though.  My cock again was up
and ready as I grooved on Stef's so-well-used body and stepped up
between her thighs one more time.  "Did you dig it?" I said, as my
cock slipped into her come-coated vagina and felt the heat it
retained.  "Still am," she said, smiling under her come mask.
"Still am."

This obsession we were sharing showed no signs of abating.

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