I clicked on Gangbang, but Threesome wouldbe more accurate.

Jeremy, usually known as Jem, and Dominic, more commonly Dom, arrived at the guardhouse at the same moment.

“Glad you’re in early boys, had your breakfast?”

“Yes sarge.” In unison.

“Good. We’ve had a Black Alert. Just this last couple of minutes, you lucky lads!”

“I don’t believe it!” exclaimed Dom. “I only get this extra duty about twice a year, and we had a bloody alert the last time I did it!”

He was ignored.

“Black - that’s the lowest one, right?” asked Jem.

“It is.” replied Sergeant Coates.

“I didn’t hear any sirens.”

“No, you don’t get them at this level. All you’ll get is a pulse of three blasts, three times. That means All Clear. But if you hear a continuous wailing, it means we’re up a level and ready to be attacked.”

“Exercise? Or the real thing?” asked Dom.

“We don’t know yet, but it makes no difference. Our response is the same either way.”

“Oh no, not patrols! There’s only two of us.”

“There’s only two of you at the moment, but in an hour this guardhouse will be buzzing like a beehive.”

A good looking girl walked in. One of the few who managed to look attractive in the rather dull RAF uniform.

“Hi Maisie.” said Jem. “Another happy volunteer?”

“Hi. Yeah, I just heard we’ve got a Black Alert.” she announced. “I was supposed to be on standby, but called in for special duties with you guys.”

“You were quick off the mark, SACW Milligan.”

“I work in the airmen’s mess, sarge. They’re changing the catering shifts as we speak, in case this goes on all night. Breakfast is extended by an hour, if anyone’s interested.”

“Right.” confirmed Sergeant Coates. “Well, we lucky four have caught a guard duty on a day when there’ll be plenty to do. Isn’t this exciting? Come over here, all of you.”

They gathered around the wall where a large map of the base was hung. Like most RAF camps, this one it was long, and spread out over a huge area.

“First off,” said Sergeant Coates, “Sundays are not too disruptive to everyday work, so it probably is an exercise.”

“Disruptive to us.” moaned Dom. “I was hoping to get my head down in one of the cells.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” said Coates. “I’m just saying, in my experience, Sundays are favourite.”

“And you’ve had lots of experience haven’t you sarge!” said Maisie.

“Enough cheek from you, SACW Milligan.”

He pointed to the map.

“We’re roughly a rectangle. The public road, along here, runs east/west, parallel to the runway. The main camp spreads out underneath it and ends at the bottom road here. This one we can control.”

He indicated it, though it was obvious.

“The two shorter roads on the sides, run north/south of course. Here, on the right, are the other ranks’ married quarters. That east road will be blocked both ends by manned barriers. Manned by our colleagues in the RAF Regiment, not us. So nobody will be getting onto the camp from there. And all those lazy married blokes should be prevented from escaping.”

“Nowhere to escape to. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“This west end” Coates tapped the map again, “is the officers’ married quarters, but the road alongside that has to stay open. Legally we’re obliged to provide access to the farmer who owns those fields on the far side. If it was a genuine terrorist incident, we’d close that road like a shot. Which leads me to believe it isn’t.”

“Typical.” said Dom. “We other ranks can’t get away from our end of the camp. But the rodneys and ruperts can use their private road to come and go as they please.”

“Thank you for that insightful observation SAC Jones. Now, if I may continue.”

“Sorry Sarge.”

“With all that scree and brambles, it’s difficult for anyone to get onto the runway from the northern perimeter. So the RAF Police will have an easy time of it, patrolling up and down there, in vehicles – moving on any rubberneckers. They’ll block the south road at both ends. Service personnel will be let through, but civilians will have to be checked. If they bring in the civvie police, you know it’s all getting serious. Meanwhile, we don’t have to guard the roads.”

“Great! So no patrols for us, Sarge?”

He smiled indulgently and pointed again, to the private road on the west side.

“We’ll be getting a couple more ‘volunteers’ in and they will be tasked with going door to door, calling in key personnel from both sets of married quarters. Trust me, that’s a very unpopular duty. Meanwhile I’ve been instructed to carry out a thorough check here.”

He indicated an area on the west side of the base,.just below the runway, across from officers’ married quarters.

“As I said, this link road isn’t used much, except for the farmer and officers. Our police are setting up checkpoints, on each end but will not be searching the actual road.”

He pointed to a circle, recently drawn on the map.

“Just here ... there’s a break in the fence on the airfield side, giving easy access to that end of the camp. There’s a dip in the ground, offering cover. Jones and Marriot – you just volunteered to check it. We only need to do it once. Once that road is blocked, the only people who can get to it, are the officers. We’re supposed to trust them.”

“That’s still a long way off. Do we get bikes?”

“No. The walk will do you good; mostly grass anyway.”

“Why us two? Maisie’s not going because she’s a girl?”

“Don’t be stupid Marriot; you two are mates aren’t you? I need SACW Milligan here, as liaison. We’ll be getting more bodies drafted in soon. And any infringements around the camp, will be brought here, where we have just the two cells. If females are brought in, I need SACW Milligan, in case they have to be searched. Much as you would like to do it. I’m sure!”

“Lucky cow!” said Dom, cheerfully. “Want to swap?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” interrupted Sergeant Coates. “Now look lively you lucky lads - your weapons are arriving.”

A corporal from the Armoury entered and two rifles with ammo clips were signed for.

Soon, Jem and Dom were on their way to the fence, rifles slung over their shoulders. The sun was up early, the dew was drying out, and it was going to be a good day.

“I reckon old Coatsie kept Maisie in the guardhouse to give her one.” said Dom. “I would.”

“I doubt it mate. She’s gorgeous, I grant you. So why would she fuck an ugly old bugger like him? Your problem is you see affairs going on everywhere. Pretty soon it’ll be like Piccadilly Circus in that guardhouse. We’re well out of it if you ask me. Lovely day for a gentle stroll up to the west road, and nobody around, to check how long we take.”

“Well Coates is recently divorced and probably not getting enough. You can tell he fancies her.”

“Yeah, yeah. NCOs coerce the lower ranks. And officers’ wives fuck their husbands’ bosses get them promoted!”

“It’s true, they do!”

“Well I reckon Coates is keeping her there for the reasons he said. Though they wouldn’t be the first to have sex in those cells.”

“You reckon? I was just thinking about Maisie saying how experienced he is. And she is single.”

“You’re always thinking about sex.” said Jem. “You seem to think it’s going on everywhere.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” he sounded aggrieved. “Everyone’s always thinking about sex; fact of life, literally. Yes, I fancy getting into Maisie’s knickers. But I doubt if she’d put out for a lowly SAC. Trust me. She and Coates are at it like rabbits, as we speak.”

“You think like that, because Maisie has got that special something which presses all your buttons.”

“What’s that then?”

“A pulse!”

“Bastard! Just because I believe some conspiracy theories, doesn’t mean they’re not true. Anyway, how do you know people have been doing the dirty in the guardhouse cells?”

“I had Shirley in there once.” replied Jem.

“What Big Shirl from Photo Flight? She’s scary!”

“Yeah her. She’s certainly big, but it’s all solid. Last month, some married bloke paid me to do his guard duty all night = probably on a promise. I was in the guardhouse on a Saturday and there was some official function, over in the Officers’ Mess. Maisie was helping out with the catering.”

“Special pay rate no doubt, working for the ruperts. She probably fucked one of them in the kitchens.”

“Whatever. So anyway, Maisie kindly drops by late, on her way home from the officers’ dinner, and brings me in a couple of steak sandwiches.”

“And you fucked her in the cells?” asked Dom.

“Oh, give it a rest, I told you it was Shirley. Maisie’s just a mate. Anyway, as she was leaving, the police brought Big Shirley in for fighting in the NAAFI bar. They said they wouldn’t charge her, if she was kept locked up all night.”

“Decent of them.”

“Well they were a bit embarrassed. It was one of their corporals she’d beaten up.”

“Give us one of your sarnies then.”

“Why would I do that, Shirley?”

“Come on Mr Jailer. Jem isn’t it? I’m starving now I’m sobering up. Don’t be mean.”

“No way. It’s one in the morning and I’m starving too.”

“I’ll let you fuck me. I haven’t had a bloke in months.”

“Yeah, of course you will!”

“No, I’m serious!”

He looked at her. She was in civvies and got off the narrow bed and pulled her sweater and bra off.

“Like them?”

Her tits were enormous. In fact, Jem had seen other girls, whose entire breasts were smaller than Shirley’s nipples. Yet nothing sagged. They just stuck out proud, like melons.

“It gets better!” she added, and pulled her jeans and knickers down in one, oddly graceful, movement.

Jem’s jaw dropped and his dick stood up, straining against his uniform trousers. Despite her strong round thighs, her belly was not fat at all. Just thick and hard. And Shirley had the smallest, prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. She sat on the edge of the bed and demonstrated how flexible she was for a big girl, opening her legs so far, she was doing the splits. She well-muscled rather than fat, and gripped her own ankles and smiled at him. His eyes widened at the sight of her tiny slit. And lack of pubic hair.

“Pretty isn’t she, my baby Shirl? I don’t shave you know, I’ve just never grown any down there. Surely she’s is a good trade for one steak sandwich? Tastier too!”

‘Baby Shirl?’ he thought.

“OK. You’ve got a deal Shirley. But before I unlock the cell, I’ve always had this fantasy about being sucked off through the prison bars.”

“OK then. Get your trousers off!”

It was reasonable to expect no interruptions this time of night, but Jem locked the outer door just in case. And he only lowered his trousers and pants, aware he must look a bit ridiculous. But removing them completely seemed unwise; if anyone should knock, he didn’t fancy being caught bollock naked. He leaned up against the bars and poked his dick through. Shirley put her large bra on the cell floor, knelt on the cups, and went to work.

“Oooh, it’s not very clean!” she complained.

“Sorry, I haven’t showered since first thing this morning ... yesterday. Been busy all day.”

“Never mind, I’ve tasted worse!”

He’d had his fair share of blowjobs over the years, and Shirley was very good at it. She made a point of keeping her teeth clear. Perhaps big girls tried harder. She reached through the bars and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him all the way down her throat. Her nipples rubbed on the cell bars and grew another half inch. After a while she took his dick out and gave it a hard squeeze.

“Enough, my bloody knees are killing me! Come in here and say hello to Baby Shirl!”

He unlocked, as she stood up. There were stripes down both breasts from the cell bars. She sat, and did the splits again on the edge of the bed.

“Lick her first!” ordered Shirley. “She likes that.”

Jem knew that blokes often referred to their dicks as ‘John Thomas’ or ‘The Old Kidney Wiper’ but had never come across a girl who referred to her pussy by name. It was a little disturbing.

He knelt in front of her and introduced himself to Baby Shirl. She seemed pleased to meet him. He buried his tongue in as far as it would go. Shirley was indeed naturally bald down here. He’d done this with girls who had shaved, especially in the summer, and they tended to get a bit stubbly. But this was the best ever, so smooth, so soft. And she tasted surprisingly sweet. He parted her vulva, slipped his thumb in, and kissed her clitoris. Then sucked it.

“God, that feels good!” she moaned, and clamped his head with her thighs.

Jem thought she was getting wetter. She lay back and twisted her own nipples vigorously. A few minutes later she came, very quietly. Not exactly squirting but certainly oozing. Jem sucked it all up and swallowed. It was like thick nectar. As her legs relaxed, his thumb transferred some of the liquid down to her anus. But before he could insert it, she clamped her legs shut.

“Not my bum!” she shouted.

Her thighs were incredibly strong. His ears were aching already and he could hardly hear her. He got the message though, Shirley’s bottom was a no-go area. At last she released him.

“Not my bum” she repeated. “I don’t like it. Sorry!”

“No problem.” said Jem, and she opened her legs again.

That eventful night duty had one more surprise for him. It was obvious by now that Shirley was powerful and supple, rather than merely fat. But her vagina was a revelation. As he entered her, it gripped him like someone pulling on a tug-of-war rope. He was so shocked he almost came on the first stroke.

“Tight isn’t she? Or so I’ve been told anyway.”

She was indeed tight. And despite the pounding Jem gave her, Baby Shirl didn’t get any looser.

Gazing down at her, as he applied himself to the task, he half expected running sweat and rolls of blubber moving about. But the truth of it was, she was not only as tight as a little virgin, but firm everywhere. Her skin was pink and firm, like a teenager’s. And here, deep inside her, it was hot, as well as wet. Jem had never had sex with a really young girl, but imagined this was what it must feel like.

He thrust in and out of her and grasped her huge nipples. She quickly came again, with a little squeal. Encouraged, he speeded up and she laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him down to her open mouth. She sucked his tongue into her throat and her cunt sucked his dick in. It was too much for Jem. He would have loved to have kept going for longer, but exploded into her.

It was over. Too quickly really. She wiped herself with some tissues and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. Jem left the cell and returned with her sandwich and relocked the door. He watched her get stuck into it.

“Tell me. What would you have done if I hadn’t given you the sarnie?”

She looked up and grinned.

“Beaten the shit out of you. Tomorrow probably.”

“Fair enough! Would you do one more thing for me?”

“What?”

“Leave your sweater off and bra off for a bit.”

“OK.”

His balls ached for two days.

“I don’t believe a word of it!” sneered Dom.

“That’s typical of you though isn’t it?” retorted Jam. “You’re happy to believe the fiction. Sergeant Coates is fucking Maisie. And all the officers’ wives are blowing the station commander to get their husbands’ promotion. But when you’re confronted with the truth, you get sceptical.”

Dom thought about this.

“You really fucked Big Shirley?”

“Yes, I really did. Next time you see her, take a good long look at those tits. I’m telling you, they don’t move. She’s as hard as a statue. Think about it - the WAFS wouldn’t pick her for the hockey team if she wasn’t fit.”

“You lucky bastard. Is she really that tight?”

“Like a vice!”

Dom considered this in silence.

“Anyway, it’s true. Officers’ wives do fuck the station commander. And anyone else their husbands tell them to. Well known fact.”

“Of course!”

The short grass got longer as they approached the gap in the fence. It was still fairly early, but the grass was dry already, and the day was getting hot.

“Must say this would be a fantastic location to set up a terrorist attack. The ground will drop into a natural depression in a moment. You can’t see into it from the camp, or from that road.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed it before. If someone could get an anti-aircraft launcher down there, they’d only be spotted from the air.”

“That’ll be why they want a physical check on the place, early on in the Alert. They won’t need to bother with it once the checkpoints are in place. Not much else will be coming down that road.”

They got to the top of the rise and looked into the dip. And, unbelievably, there actually was a car down there. It was not a military vehicle, but a large BMW no less. Without discussion, the ammo cassettes were clipped onto their rifles, and they dropped to the ground and wriggled forward. They felt like commandos, and Jem wished they’d brought binoculars.

“Christ, I think I know that car, it’s that Squadron Leader from Ops!” said Dom.

“Squadron Leader Dawkins, yeah, I recognised the car too. Difficult to be sure that’s him on the grass though - you can only make out his arse!”

There was a large tartan blanket on the ground with an arse pounding up and down in the centre of it. Underneath, someone’s legs were waving in the air.

“God, I hope that’s a woman under there!” said Dom.

“Impossible to see from this distance. It could be him, having a bit on the side. Or then again, his wife might be using the car, so it could be her with someone else.”

“Nah, it’s him. I’m pretty sure she’s got her own car.”

Jem immediately formed a plan, which he explained to Dom.

“But he might just be shagging his own wife! That’s not illegal.”

“Not very likely though is it? It must be him with another woman. Why else would they leave the comfort of their fancy married quarters to fuck on the grass? That dip in the ground is a secret place, where they know they can’t be seen. So we get as close as we can, then you take my lead. Just, grip the rifle, look threatening and let me play it by ear if it goes wrong.”

“OK.”

They walked quietly down the slope, approaching the rutting couple from behind. They were practically standing on the man’s feet, before the woman spotted them over his shoulder. Her eyes widened.

“Jesus Christ!” she shouted.

“Yes, I’m coming too!” he shouted back.

She pushed him off her and he rolled over to one side. A string of semen went flying through the air in a perfect arc, landing on his bare thighs. She put her hands over her crotch to cover herself.

“What the fuck are you doing... !” he started, then finally saw them as well. “Oh!”

It was indeed the Ops officer they’d thought. And the woman trying to cover herself up was certainly not his wife. They knew her too. A Grade A bitch with an office in station Headquarters.

“You, keep quiet mate.” said Jem to the officer. He walked to the woman’s pile of clothes and kicked them out of her reach. Then turned to her.

“And you can put your hands behind your neck and open your legs again. You were quick enough to open them for this old bugger. It’s only fair that we should get to see the goodies too. Give us something to look at, while we’re negotiating with Casanova here.”

“I will not!” she shouted.

“Then I’ll kick your dress and undies even further away, and stamp all over them with my dirty boots. Accidentally of course.”

With perfect timing, Dom pointed his rifle halfway between them, and made a big show of working the action, putting a bullet in the chamber.

“One up the spout.” he said, grinning. “Like you just had ma’am! And this one’s not a lot smaller by the look of your boss here!”

She complied.

“And you,” Jem turned to the officer, “stop scrabbling for your bloody trousers and leave your...” he leaned forward and peered between the officers legs, as if short-sighted. “ ... your penis, out in the open. Such as it is!”

“Look lads, be reasonable.” said the Squadron Leader, but there was little authority in his tone. “This is hardly a shooting matter now is it? Or even a security breach. Put the rifles down.”

At that moment, it could have gone either way. Somebody had to be assertive. It should have been the Squadron Leader; he had seniority and was used to command. But he was half naked, and sitting on a blanket. When you’re only wearing a T-shirt, and your shrinking dick is in full view, it is not easy to command respect. Jem stepped forward and trod heavily on his ankle.

“Ouch!”

“I told you to keep quiet!” he turned to Dom. “This is how it went down mate, remember? We saw an unauthorised vehicle down here, didn’t we?”

“That’s right, we did!” agreed Dom, ad-libbing. “We couldn’t make it out properly in all the long grass, so came closer. That’s when we noticed there was suspicious activity going on next to it. Looked like terrorists.”

“Next thing we know,” continued Jem, “someone was jumping up and shouting at us. But we didn’t notice their state of undress. There was a moment’s confusion, these things happen. I shouted ‘Stand still or I’ll fire!’”

“He did; I heard him. And you ignored him and looked threatening.” Dom was on a roll now. “And you bent down to pick up a gun. Or so we thought. How were we to spot it was only your shoe?”

“And you... “ Jem prodded the Squadron Leader with his rifle, “ ... won’t be in a position to argue with a bullet in your head Will you?.”

The Squadron Leader went white. This was spiralling out of control. This was spiralling out of control. Jem turned to the naked woman.

“You are Flight Lieutenant Thompson, Sarah I believe. You don’t know me, I’m a lowly SAC, but I know you, and this is not your husband! You’re a fairly public figure working in SHQ, and you are one of the most unpleasant officers we lower orders ever have to deal with. Loads of guys detest you, but probably still fantasise about seeing you naked. Though I doubt if any of them have imagined you having such an incredibly hairy cunt. It’s amazing! Looks like you’ve got a squirrel down there!”

“How dare you!” she shouted.

“He dares, because we know your husband’s a Flight Lieutenant too.” added Dom. “Away on detachment in Germany, if I’m not mistaken. And my normal job is in Air Movements, so I’m not mistaken. He also works in Ops now I come to think of it, under our Squadron Leader here. Not quite as under him as you were though! I guess that means you’re getting him his next promotion.”

He turned to Jem.

“Told you they were all at it, didn’t I? If an officer wants a leg up the promotion ladder, he just has to offer a leg over with his wife.”

Jem couldn’t help but grin. He had never liked Flight Lieutenant Thompson and was enjoying her discomfort. She was a supercilious bitch who delighted in making the other ranks feel small. He was going to get revenge today; payback for all the sarcasm he’d suffered.

Jem ignored Dom and continued, staring at her.

“You’d better start grasping the reality of your situation. If we should ‘accidentally’ shoot your stud here, we could simply let you go. OK, we’d own up to our mistake, and there’d be a court martial ... But what would you do? Tell the court what really happened? ‘They’re lying sir! I was there fucking the Squadron Leader. I saw the whole thing, over his shoulder while he was trying to make me cum!’ Your husband probably wouldn’t give a shit, but it wouldn’t bring much comfort to his widow, would it?”

Jem stooped and rummaged through her scattered clothes. She stared in horror as he turned the panties inside out and sniffed them before stuffing them into his pocket.

They were bluffing of course, and both officers suspected as much. But loaded rifles were scary and patrols were required to report when they returned ... They might not actually shoot anybody, but these two airmen would have to pass their observations further up the chain of command. The real threat was having their affair made public. They told the officers there had been an alert.

“I didn’t hear any sirens.” said Dawkins.

“Too busy grunting through the Flight Lieutenant’s interview I expect. Anyway, you don’t get them for a Black. You should know that.”

Jem made a point of not calling him sir. Best to keep the upper hand. They questioned their captives quickly, giving them no time to make excuses. And quickly established that the Squadron Leader’s wife was out at a car boot sale, looking for antiques. She wasn’t due back till after lunch. And the Flight Lieutenant’s old man was indeed in Germany for the next few weeks. Before long, they both slumped in defeat, and asked what they had to do to get out of this situation.

“Easy.” said Jem, indicating the Squadron Leader. “To get away scot free, you walk back to the bank at the NAAFI supermarket. Don’t worry, I’ll let you pull your trousers up first. Not that there’s much to see! Then come back here with five hundred pounds.”

“I can’t withdraw that much!”

“He may be right mate.” Dom interrupted, “I saw what he just withdrew and it wasn’t much at all!”

“Then you’ll have to go home and bring us all the cash in your house. Make it up to five hundred with watches or jewellery or something. If I think you’re trying to sell us short, you’ll have to make a second trip, so err on the generous side! You’d better pick your way through the trees back to quarters, they’re about to close off this road.”

He tried to dissuade them, then tried to reduce the amount, but it’s not easy to negotiate when you’re half naked. A few minutes later he left, walking briskly.

“No prizes for guessing how we’re going to deal with you ma’am. And you won’t be needing your panties!”

“But you said you’d let us go if he paid you.”

“No I didn’t.” said Jem. “The Squadron Leader’s deal is to get himself out of this mess. He brings us the money and we don’t report seeing him.”

Dom jumped in again.

“But you have to make a separate deal, or we’ll be perfectly entitled to arrest you on suspicion. We’ll march you back to the guardhouse for trespassing in a restricted area – out of uniform too!”

“Correct.” continued Jem. “Too bad if we can’t find your clothes first. We’ll say you were sunbathing in the nude ... And if it occurs to you to spin a yarn about the nasty patrolling airmen making you strip off, we’ll be forced to call the Squadron Leader back in as a witness. Or you can be the one to break our deal with him and tell them what you were really doing.”

“You bastards!”

“It won’t be so bad. We’ll cover you with this old spunk-stained blanket.”

Sarah knew she had no choice. She was angry with them, but mostly with herself. And they were right; her husband knew fine well what she was doing. The pervy bastard had even asked her to give him a blow-by-blow account of the sex session, when he returned. It further infuriated her that they simply assumed this was for her husband’s promotion - and had been right on the money. How dare they! Jem instructed her to stay on the blanket, put her hands behind her knees and pull them back to her shoulders.

“Let’s have a good look at that spectacular cunt.” he said. Both lads squatted in front of her and gazed at it. It was well lubricated, but free of cum. Her thighs were slim and her pubes were dark brown, darker than her head hair.

“Look at that Dom. Exact opposite of Big Shirley!”

“Yeah,” he agreed and twisted one of her nipples. “You can hardly see these nips! They’re the same colour as her tits – how weird! Christ they’re hard though. You could cut glass with them!”

“My first turn up her cunt.” said Jem. “It was my plan.”

“OK. But let me lick her out before you do her. Did the old feller come inside you?”

“No.” she replied, speaking like a school teacher. “He did not ejaculate until after I pushed him off me.”

“Ejaculate!” mimicked Dom. “We rankers just cum!”

He thumbed her cunt lips open and got stuck in. He slurped away eagerly and she suddenly yelped with pain.

“What did you do to her?” asked Jem “Bit her clit – they’re supposed to like that!” answered Dom proudly, standing up again. He looked down at her with disdain. “Don’t be such a baby. It was only a little nibble! I’ll bite your nipples in a minute; maybe they’ll go a bit darker!””

Jem dropped his trousers and took his friend’s place. He sucked at her briefly and sat up, spitting a pubic hair out. Then slid is dick into her.

“Hang on a minute mate. I don’t want sloppy seconds. She’ll be too wet for me to feel anything if I have to wade through all your jism. Can you come in her mouth?”

Jem paused. The small fraction of his dick still visible seemed to throb with impatience.

“OK then.”

“You’re a gentleman! I’ll cum in her mouth as well then.”

Mrs Thompson felt humiliated, lying there with her legs back, while these two louts talked about her as if she was a piece of meat. Usually, she enjoyed the feeling of semen flooding inside her. But this morning it seemed she was going to have sex with no less than three different men and not feel a drop!