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several
minutes I went back and forth, but felt the younger one getting
close, so I concentrated on Matt.
    His gasping changed and I felt his purple
helmet swell up. I bobbed even faster now, eager for my prize, when
he exploded into my mouth, coating my tongue with his delicious
cum. I have now tasted the sperm of four men, and a part of me
wanted to taste every healthy man on Earth. I kept going, despite
his pleading, until I milked him dry. He collapsed onto the bed, so
I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring the rope of cum on my
chin. I scooped it up and licked it off, comparing the taste. He
didn't taste better than Rodney, and different but not superior to
Jack.
    Curious.
    The old guy acted pretty insistent now, so I
sucked him slow and easy to drive him crazy. Cocks don't age like
men do, unless reduced by bulging bellies. This guy wasn't too fat,
so I didn't mind at all. While women freak over adding a few
pounds, most guys think they're just a few sit-ups away from
stud-dom. I must have teased the prick too long because the old man
grabbed my head and started fucking my face as fast as possible.
That, too, felt pretty good. Hands explored my butt and pussy,
which intensified the experience. A finger dug into my cunt and I
nearly jumped. Then a finger penetrated my asshole and I grunted
for more.
    "Please fuck me!" I begged him.
    A nice fucking cock entered my pussy and I
nearly wept, it felt so good. It was pumping me real good when the
old guy came in my mouth so hard I worried he had a heart attack.
But, no, he just looked extremely happy. He smiled at me and went
to his suit jacket to show me a roll of Benjamins.
    "Here's $2000 more. I am so sorry to ask for
forgiveness, rather than permission, but my grandson needed this
really bad. Please don't get upset. Things are going so well."
    What the fuck? I turned around and some blond
kid was nailing me like a carpenter. Matt had collapsed on one of
those uncomfortable, but expensive-looking, chairs.
    "Please tell me you're 18 years old," I
begged him.
    "Of course!" He seemed offended he didn't
look old enough to fuck legal. It felt too good to complain, so I
just hunched over and let him pound the fuck out of me. This is
what I really needed. Something must have made the kid very angry,
because he was getting his anger out on my ass. And I fucking loved
it. He must have beat off recently because he lasted forever. Not
that I'm complaining. When he came, he growled angrily, then swore
like a sailor as he pumped my pussy with sperm.
    Matt didn't look ready yet, so I asked him
for another drink to help me catch my breath.
    "I'm gonna take a shower," I informed them,
taking charge, "and when I get out, I want some anal. And you," I
said to the kid, even though I was only 21, "I want to suck you off
before we're done, so wash it off."
    "Are those tits real?" the kid asked me.
    "A few years before he died, John Wayne did a
Q & A at Harvard, and one of the students asked him if his hair
was real. He got pissed. Hell yes, it's real, he shouted. Then he
caught himself and added, it's not mine, but it's real."
    I finished another drink by the time I
showered and found three naked men waiting for my return. This is
what I wanted, I told myself. Sow them fucking oats!
    "I'd like to try all three of you at once. I
want to blow the young guy. Why don't you lay down and Matt can
have my ass."
    I sucked the old guy hard and mounted him. He
immediately started playing with my bountiful breasts. Matt lubed
up and pressed against my butt hole. I waved the kid closer to get
his dick inside me to divert my attention from the pain. I tried
anal with Jack, but that was ages ago. I knew that the old guy's
fat cock wouldn't fit easily, so Matt's was the easiest to take.
And I took it. He shoved it in gradually, unsure of himself, until
I started bucking back, demanding more. The kid already started
fucking my mouth and his grandfather moved like a ship in a
storm.
    I liked having three