I let my cock slide up the crack of her ass, rubbing
against the delicate material of her panties.
I took a deep breath of the smoky air. The bar was foggy
in the dim light from the haze of a few dozen still
burning cigarettes. But even the sticky, steamy air of
the bar seemed to feel cool against the monster that I
had long ago released to play from behind his zippered
cage.
Just an hour ago this little bitch had been teasing my
cock all over the dance floor of this dive.
My eyes lingered over the flesh of the slut’s ass, so
firm, tight, and round. My aching cock twitched when I
rubbed it against the warm, silky surface of her
backside.
She was one of those fine little Latin mammas, standing
about shoulder high against my six-foot frame. She had
on this little mini skirt and her blouse was so tight
that her dark olive tits stood straight ahead, creating
enough cleavage for a man to drown in.
With one hand I massaged the one smooth cheek of her
ass, while making sure that she remained firmly in place
– bent over a barstool. This hot mama’s skirt had been
ripped off her fine little body, along with her blouse
and bra. All that was left were stockings and panties,
and if I removed the panties now her ass and snatch
would be well placed to offer up their wares to me.
While my left hand held her immobile – she had long
since stopped struggling – I flicked open my pocketknife
with my free hand and ran the cold steel of the blade
over the curves of her ass. She flinched involuntarily
when the blade connected with her flesh.
She had been looking to get fucked.
I moved the blade down to the bottom of her panties and
quickly cut open the connecting fabric. Lifting away the
loose material I revealed her clean-shaven pussy to my
sight. It looked to me like it was begging to be fucked,
all nice and puffy, with its little pouting lips. The
fabric was damp.
The assembled throng of twenty or so Marines around me
whooped and clapped, indicating their approval when they
caught sight of the honey’s exposed cunt.
None of us had seen a woman in three month – we were all
horny as hell.
The strangeness of the situation ran through my mind – I
thought about how a few minutes before I had forcefully
dragged her over to me, slapping her face, calling her a
“whore” and a “slut.” Every other one of my companions
had felt the same way, but hadn’t dared more than dirty
raunchy remarks while she flashed her tits in their
faces.
She must’ve known better than to act that way in a bar
full of sex-starved Marines.
She started to say something again, but I smacked her
hard on the ass, “Shut the fuck up you fuckin’ little
tease,” I yelled, “There’ll be plenty of opportunity to
scream later when I’m fucking your ass!”
The guys egged me on with cheers again.
“What do you think guys?” I called out to the over eager
soldiers, “Do you think she wants it?”
My question was met with a cheerful enthusiastic chorus
of agreement.
I reached my fingers down to her slit to test the
proverbial waters. She was wet, no doubt about it.
I forcefully finger fucked her hole, priming her, while
I spoke to the boys, “She’s really wet. Do you think I
should give it to her?” I asked them.
“Yeah, man,” one guy shouted.
“Let’s see if the cunt can handle Marine’s cock,” said
another.
Most of the guys were shedding their pants and had taken
their stiffening boners out, beginning to stroke them in
anticipation.
I pulled my shirt off of my sweaty frame, and brought my
aching boner back to where it really belonged.
Moving my throbbing prick back to the crack of her ass,
I sought the opening of her pussy. I used my finger to
locate the taut crack. She was so wet. I lifted my
finger back to take a taste of her sweet juices.
Then I moved my dick into position and pushed myself
between the lips of her slit, allowing her vaginal walls
to adjust slowly to my girth. I could feel just in that
first inch how snug her little Latin box was.
Slowly I moved in another few inches, indifferent to the
cheers of the men around me, encouraging me in my
exploration. All I cared about right then was the
fantastic feeling I was getting from my hot little
mama’s wet cunt.
As though her pussy was a moist velvet glove, I slipped
in deeper and deeper in steady thrusts, savoring the
contractions of her muscles against my steel shaft.
On the last thrust my rock-solid member entered her to
the hilt and I began rhythmically moving in and out,
seeking maximum penetration on every thrust.
“Do you like it whore?” I asked her.
She had no opportunity to answer me back because Murphy
had already moved to her head and grabbing her by the
hair yanking her head back so that he could push himself
inside her pouting mouth. His big prick moved in and out
in long strokes – fucking her face.
It briefly occurred to me that maybe one of the women
who had been in the bar before this started might try
and make a fuss, but they had left alone or with a
Marine. Even in my sexual stupor I knew that there was
no one to help – we were the law in this little part of
the third world country we were in and no one cared. As
for the Marines, there were at least two MPs and maybe
three officers in the bar waiting their turn at this
girl. She didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell of
help.
She had grabbed my hard-on at the bar and asked me if I
was man enough to fuck her.
I felt her contracting around my pistoning shaft and her
pussy juice dribbled down my cock and my balls, which
slapped against her on each thrust.
I had told her that not only was I man enough to fuck
her, but that every one in the room was.
Murphy gave a long groan, and then started his last few
jagged thrusts into her mouth as he poured his cum down
her throat.
“That’s it whore,” he managed to say through an orgasmic
fog, “Swallow it all down bitch!”
I felt my own orgasm building up inside my balls, and I
wanted desperately to get the most out of her, so I
grabbed the tops of her lacy white stockings that still
clung to her shapely legs and pulled her ass even
higher, allowing me better access to her sloppy wet
depths.
Smith replaced Murphy at the helm, seeking a gentler
blowjob, coaxing her to suck him off. With no other real
options to contemplate she obliged him, using her hands
to grasp his shaft, teasing his prick with her tongue,
and massaging his balls.
I knew this bitch was cumming around my cock, enjoying
my ministrations inside her cunt. I felt a rush of
moisture as her pussy contracted again, sending streams
of her girl-cum to grease my dick and balls.
I consider myself to have good staying power, but
finally I just couldn’t stand anymore in the heat and
excitement.
“I’m going to cum inside your pussy slut!” I told her.
I felt a great swelling in my cock and balls, growing
bigger, as I shot off my load in deep thrusts up inside
her womb, my cum oozing out between strokes, coating my
dick.
When I finished I pulled out and stepped back to observe
my handiwork. My cum was dripping out of her well-fucked
pussy, and then it was no time at all until my buddy
Peterson moved in to shove himself into the mess I had
left behind.
I was spent for a moment, my cock softening to hang
limply through my pants.
Peterson was giving her a good going over, pumping his
rod into her hole. Smith dropped his load into her mouth
with a loud groan of satisfaction and then moved away to
be replaced by Jackson. This little fuck muffin must’ve
been one hell of a cocksucker, man, ’cause it was no
time at all before Jackson spurted down her throat like
a teenage virgin at his first fuck. Hamilton stepped in
behind him, giving Jackson a high five as he passed by
on his way to her mouth.
Peterson was still in her pussy, when LaCrosse asked if
he could get some of her ass.
Somewhat reluctantly Hamilton removed his tool from her
mouth as Peterson pulled out of her cunt. The men lifted
her up and dragged her over to a ragged old pool table
on the other side of the bar.
The rest of the guys and I had removed our pants at this
point so that there were about twenty buck-ass naked
soldiers standing around beating their meat to the porn
show going on.
“I want to bone her, bro,” said LaCrosse, suddenly
giving out instructions, “Dude, you get underneath her
and you get up on the table.” He made indications as to
what he wanted to happen. Peterson got up on the table
and lay down on top of it. Hamilton and LaCrosse hoisted
her limp frame up, so that she straddled Peterson’s
cock, sinking down on top of it. Peterson muscled her
body up and down with his big hands until she was in a
position where he could thrust up and down inside of
her.
LaCrosse eager to get in on the action, hocked a big wad
of spit into his hand and smeared it over his big dick,
getting it really slick for his entry. He explored her
rosebud for a moment with his thumb and index finger,
and then he began to force feed himself inch by inch
inside her. She began screaming at his attack, begging
him to stop.
Hamilton had climbed on the table by this point. When
she started screaming at LaCrosse’s backdoor
penetration, Hamilton smacked her across the face,
yanked her head back and again “offered” his tool back
up to her waiting mouth to finish what he’d started
before.
LaCrosse took his time in long slow strokes up her ass,
savoring the tight aperture.
Pretty soon Hamilton came in her mouth and watching her
swallowing Hamilton’s sperm set off Peterson who, after
a very few stokes, began to wildly piston inside her,
his dick creating a chain reaction in LaCrosse who came
soon after.
As those guys pulled their softening cocks out of her
mouth, pussy, and ass, Campbell flipped her over and
pulled her over to the edge of the table, lifting her
legs over his shoulder as he slid between the sloppy
cunt lips, piercing her.
Her big swollen tits rolled around on her chest, and
Fredendall and Nelson took one of her melons each and
began to suck her nipples, working the fleshy mounds
delicately with their fingers. When Campbell wrapped up
his turn Grant, Mitchell, Stephens, O’Neill, Simpson,
Rogers, Harrison, Fredendall, Nelson, and Michaels each
replaced him in turn depositing their own load in the
sperm bank. Even the bartender, a slovenly looking old
man took a turn.
The last man who hadn’t had a go at her was Bronx. Bronx
wasn’t his real name of course; it was a where he was
from. He was one badass motherfucker, and he was a huge
big bear of a man.
He sat down in a chair and told the guys to bring her
over.
Limp as a dishrag, the two MPs, Grant and Campbell, both
big men themselves, brought her over and set her down on
his lap. He positioned her over his mammoth erect cock.
He is the only man I ever met who makes me feel
inadequate, and my nine inch soda can size dick wasn’t
built for pansies either, but his cock was a genetic
freak of nature in size and length. He slid her up and
down his length, rending asunder her pussy around him
with each mighty thrust.
As if that overworked pussy wasn’t enough for him
either, he slid in and out of her pussy and then moved
his behemoth cock to her asshole and pressed it firmly
inside, compelling her body down onto him, oblivious to
her moans of agony. Once he had made it into her bowels,
he lifted her up and down only a couple times until his
face screwed up in the pleasure of the act and
everything he had in that thing was poured out far up
her ass.
By this time my cock was hard again. I walked over to
Bronx and I lifted her off of him and carried her over
to the pool table. I had gotten so horny watching them
that I hurriedly flipped her onto her back and mounted
her missionary style. My burning johnson easily slid
deep into her steamy cunt after the workout it had just
taken. As if coming out of a daze or something, this
finally seemed to set her off.
She looked like she might have wanted to pass out
earlier with Bronx. Then with my repeated hammering of
her pussy with my engorged monster cock, big enough, but
not too big apparently, she squealed with delight for
the first time getting her second wind. She moaned as I
moved my mouth over her neck and breasts, licking,
nibbling and sucking the tender flesh.
She made some movement to bring her hands up behind my
back to stroke my traps and back muscles, while I worked
my other hand down around her clit, stimulating her
needs for the first time that night. Her pussy juice was
again dripping down the base of my cock, greasy, to my
balls as they slapped against her slimy messy asshole.
My passion built inside me, my desire and ache to have
this bitch totally. I didn’t want to finish. After
flipping the cunt over onto her stomach I climbed up
over her spread-eagle legs and mounted her from behind
to the cheers of my fellow Marines.
Within seconds of flesh-to-flesh contact my cock quickly
found its mark and soon my nine-inches was deep inside
her hot cunt again. The bitch actually started moaning
again, although somewhat groggily, and I wasn’t sure if
it was pleasure or pain, but soon I had a rhythm going,
thrusting her ass back into me every time I shoved my
cock deep up her cunt. I pulled out again and flipped
her over on top of me, this time she working slowly
riding up and down on my python.
I lifted her up until the tip of my cock was barely in
her, then I slammed her back down on me. Even as well
used as she was, her pussy held me deep inside her tight
cunt. I dug my fingers into the cheeks of her ass, which
were slimy with the cum from her, the guys, and me. She
started playing with her tits as I made her ride me. I
felt that she might have been near another orgasm as we
forced her to experience hard cock after hard cock.
I knew I was getting ready to explode again and I
rapidly began to thrust up into her. I was so close. I
smashed up hard into her several times. My cock swelled
just before it began flooding her cunt with my seed for
the second time.
I felt someone’s cock brush against my leg as she was
pulled off me. I saw Jackson stroking his cock in one
hand as I rolled away. Suddenly, in one quick jab he had
pushed his cock in deep. She gasped in response, her
back arched and her beasts rose up towards the waiting
hands of the men. Jackson’s strokes grew long and hard
into her. Campbell moved his mouth over to her nipple.
Murphy meanwhile brought his hand down towards her slit
to play with her clit not caring about Jackson’s
thrusting cock. Campbell sucked and nibbled away at her
like a hungry baby.
Jackson continued ramming into her pussy, not mindful of
his battering strokes. Almost unbelievably Smith climbed
up onto the table above the crowd and makes her take his
cock in her lips. Not expecting him, she gagged at him,
but like earlier, she had no choice as his fingers,
tangled into her hair, hold her head in place as he
fucked her mouth.
Then suddenly Jackson rolled her over where she was
sitting on the edge of the table, so that she was now
underneath him. Smith repositioned himself so that he
could reenter her mouth. Campbell forced his way into
her torn asshole.
Smith pulls out after he cums, leaving a long trail of
saliva behind him to her mouth.
Campbell finished his business up her ass and pulled his
dirty cock from her hole.
Jackson again eagerly rolled her over still buried in
her cunt. Excited to satisfy his needs, her overly
lubricated cunt is too wet for his modest cock, so he
pressed his mushroom tip to her ass and planted his
engorged member deep into her ass. He began to wildly
pump the torn, bloody orifice, driving his cum far
inside her along with the others.
For maybe the first time all night she had a breather
get a little air and rest.
Peterson, Hamilton, and LaCrosse had other ideas though.
Peterson presents her with his package and surprisingly
she pounced on it. Almost robotic at first she began to
loosen up, perhaps enjoying this blowjob for the first
time all evening. He let out a long low groan, as she
wrapped her hands around his shaft gently twisting and
massaging it. I feel a maddeningly powerful sensation in
my own cock as I watch her. Peterson cums in her mouth.
Hamilton pushed her back onto the table, spreading her
legs. He fingered her wet hole and with a rag from the
bar, tried to mop up the cum that was all over. He set
the rag aside and fingered the wet hole. Then he slipped
his prick inside. He pulled out for a minute and stuck
the rag up her cunt trying to dry her out some more.
Using his prick he pushed it way up inside her, fucking
into the towel like it was a makeshift condom. Then he
pulled the cum soaked towel out and set back to work
pumping harder and harder inside her now dryer pussy. He
was terribly hard, lifting her off the ground with each
thrust.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he says, “Go with it. Fuck me, whore,
FUCK ME!”
He pulled out of her moist pussy and blew his load all
over her smooth stomach. At the same time LaCrosse came
up and shoved himself first down her throat. Fredendall
took advantage of the empty pussy to oil his cock in her
hole. LaCrosse cums down her throat, as she has to gulp
his semen like drinking water. Nelson climbs up to have
a go in her mouth too. She fucks them both together as
she has so often that evening. Both pull their cocks out
to spray their cum over her face and body.
We eagerly grin over this awesome fuck festival, our
smiles the biggest we’ve ever had, so turned on by the
illicit nature of our conduct.
Mitchell, Grant, Michaels, Stephens, and Bronx were
ready for their next round by then also. Grant and
Mitchell went after her tits, squeezing them. Michaels
went after her clit, sucking it and nibbling it. Bronx
pushed her legs apart and used his fingers to spread her
pussy lips as far as he could.
One of them said, “Move the bitch down.”
She was moaning and sobbing again when Bronx started to
mess with her. Soon the sounds were muffled when
Stephens shoved his cock down her throat. Bronx was in a
position to enter her and shoved that overwhelmingly
mighty cock up her cunt for the second time. The guys
decided to move her over to the bar, though, where tall
Bronx could fuck her standing up. He picked her up
swiftly as the other guys rearranged themselves to the
new location.
Bronx stepped to where she was located on the edge of
the bar and guided the huge cock to the entrance of her
once again dripping pussy and shoved it all the way in
on one stroke. His massive length ripped through her
tight little cunt. She jerked her head back off of
Stephen’s dick and screamed in pain, but the guys paid
no more heed than the rest of us. Stephen finished off
his second time jerking off all over her face.
Michaels yanked her hands up over her head ’cause it
looked like she was trying to scratch him as he came at
her, while Bronx plowed new fields into her pussy. He
pounded her for a good ten minutes as she cried in tears
of shame and fear, finally he came deep inside.
Michaels leaned down, scooting his body into place,
stroking her aching fucked cunt. She wriggled as he
touched the tender skin. He pulled her up and then sat
down on a barstool, dragging her astride him, plunging
his dick into the sensitive cunt. As her pumped into her
with powerful thrusts, Grant’s hands reached around to
grope her hooters, his chest pushing her forward into
Michaels. Then his steely cock rubbed up and down her
ass before pushing on inside the sphincter. She begged
for it all to end, but heedless Grant and Michaels
fucked her senseless.
When Grant finished in her ass, Mitchell quickly
deposited his second load up there as Michaels finished
off in her pussy.
“Please, no more,” she begged, “I can’t take anymore.”
“That’ll teach you to tease Marines,” someone said,
which was followed by an enthusiastic chorus of
agreement.
She passed out then, shuddering. The guys weren’t done
by a long shot though. We all hadn’t been seen any women
before that night for over three months let alone fucked
anyone – so we each got it up again and again depositing
several more loads of sperm each into her unconscious
body. I for one fucked her ass at least twice more, as
well as that sloppy good pussy.
She recovered in the early morning light, and torn
clothing in hand went off, bloody, bruised, and broken.
As the sun started rose over the mountains, we made our
exhausted way back to the base encampment having sucked
and fucked for over eight hours.
I don’t make apologies for my behavior that night. What
I did was wrong – no two ways about it. I was drunk and
horny. I had been hardened by the service and months of
special ops. That night stands as a reminder to every
one of my fellow Marines that night of what happens to a
man. Let it serve as a reminder to you when a man’s
blood is up, he can’t always resist the smell of sex
that’s in the air.