Kathleen lived with her husband, Jesse, on an Air forcefulness Base in southeast Georgia. They'd been married six years, and had already lived in five dissimilar urban center. The constant moving was rough on Kathleen because it was unmanageable making new booster so frequently, and the loneliness was exacerbated by Jesse's assignments, which kept him away from their family for twenty-four hour period, and sometime hebdomad, at a time.

During the summer after Jesse was assigned to this particular foundation, he had been away for two workweek, was back domicile for a few days, but was again assigned to a remote base of operations for the following six days. He and Kathleen tried to make the most of his time at home those daylight, but it always seemed like it wasn't enough. On their last evening together, he and Kathleen decided to go to dinner off base of operations, and then arrest at a topical anesthetic club for drinks and dancing before his transfer left around midnight.

When they got to the club after dinner, it was already pretty full with various other military personnel who were drinking, dancing and getting yobo. Two of Jesse's protagonist, Wayne and Scott, saw him come in with Kathleen and came over to conjoin them at their table. Pretty soon they were all drinking and carrying on, and taking bout dancing with Kathleen as the euphony got louder and the dancing floor got dimmer.

Kathleen was an attractive, 34 year old blonde, with a slim waist and full, 36DD breasts, and as the night progressed, Jesse…and both of his friends…began taking liberties with her whenever she danced with them. On degraded song they'd swing her around and watch her large boobs jiggle and bounce….sometimes grabbing a handful of tit during the spins. On slow vocal they'd liquidity crisis her ass cheeks and grind their genital organ against her pelvis, occasionally turning her around to trip the light fantastic toe back-to-front, which allowed them to pilfer their hands up to massage her tits a footling while rubbing their bump against her ass as they danced.

Kathleen playfully pushed their script away, but not too forcefully. She actually enjoyed the care and the roaming paw, and dancing always made her horny, anyway….besides, it was pretty dark in the nightspot, so she was fairly confident that no one could see what was taking berth on the dance floor. So, she just went with it and let the guys have their fun while they danced.

As midnight approached Jesse checked his ticker and saw that it was time to get over to the base's air slip to catch the flight to his post. He glanced over at Sir Walter Scott and Kathleen dancing, and Mad Anthony Wayne sitting across from him at the table, and could tell that neither John Wayne nor Scott were in any shape to drive themselves rest home after all the beer and pot liquor they'd been drinking.

While Dred Scott and Kathleen danced a slow song on the dance floor, Jesse leaned over to Anthony Wayne and said,"Hey, Duke Wayne, you and Winfield Scott drove together, right ?"

Anthony Wayne had his eyes on Scott and Kathleen dancing back-to-front, watching Walter Scott's manus gently squeezing Kathleen's boobs….while both of Kathleen's hands had slipped in between her coffin nail and Scott's crotch…obviously massaging his dick as they danced.

Without taking his eyes off the action mechanism on the dance floor, Wayne said,"Yeah….why ?"

"After Kat drops me off at the raptus, I'm going to have her drive you and Scott back to the al-Qaeda. You guy rope are sloshed."

Wayne swung his eye toward Jesse and said,"What ? Naw…we're fine…well dump, you're probably decently. I'm soused, and Dred Scott's had even Sir Thomas More than me."

Jesse nodded and said,"Yeah, I could tell. Kat can bring you back up here to get your car tomorrow morning."

After the song ended, Scott and Kathleen returned to the mesa and Jesse told them the design. They all agreed it was for the best, then paid their tab and headed out to Jesse's car.

Jesse drove to the airstrip and jumped out, grabbing his duffel bag from the trunk, while Kathleen shifted over to the number one wood's fanny and John Wayne got out of the spinal column and climbed into the front passenger stern next to Kathleen. Jesse leaned in the driver's side window and gave Kathleen a toilsome, tongue-filled kiss ‘ good day ’, then waved to everyone as he headed to the waiting transport plane.

Kat turned the car around and started driving back toward the base. They'd hardly gone 100 yards before Wayne started rubbing his hand along her leg, inching closer and closer to her crotch.

Kat looked over at him with a wry grin and said,"What are you up to, Wayne ?"

With his own wry grin, Wayne grinned back at her and said,"Just thinking we should stop at your position for a nightcap before we call it a night."As he spoke, Duke Wayne slid his helping hand even in high spirits on Kat's leg, under her dame, and began sliding his finger's breadth along her purulent brim through her panties, gently rubbing and pinching her clitoris with each stroke.

'' Holy shit, Kat….you're drenched….we definitely involve to stop at your seat for a nightcap."

Scott could find out the discussion in the social movement rear end, so he leaned over the back of Kat's fundament and slide his hired man inside her blouse from buttocks and pulled her breasts out of the top of her blouse, squeezing the pulp of her heavy tits and gently tweaking each of her mammilla."Yeah, Kat… a nightcap sounds like a expectant theme. What do you say ?"

Kat squirmed from the attention of their hands on her pussycat and bosom, working supernumerary hard to continue the car from sailing into a ditch."I'm not sure that's a good idea, guys."Ignoring her passive rejections, their fingers kept pinching and massaging her snatch and tits, and after a few more instant, she grinned at Wayne sitting to her right, then smiled at George C. Scott's thoughtfulness in the rearview mirror and said,"OK, boys….but just one drink."

Even as she said it, she knew that wasn't going to happen. With all the saltation, tit grabbing and hip grinding that had been going on all even, her pussy was soaking wet and she was primed to get fucked, so it might as well be Jesse's air force buddies.

After about five minutes, they arrived at Kat's star sign and climbed out of the car, heading for the movement doorway. Kat put her tits back inside her blouse, then stepped out of the car, led the guys up the walk, then unlocked the front doorway and let them both inside. Once in the foyer, she turned to fold the door behind them and said,"George C. Scott, the liquor is in the kitchen pantry, if you'd like to decant us all a drink."

"On it,"Winfield Scott said as he headed for the kitchen.

As she finished closing the forepart door, Wayne stepped up behind her and reached around to take hold of her titmouse through her blouse, pulling her ass back into his mole as he ground his growing bulge against her.

Kat laughed, looked back over her shoulder and said,"What are you doing, Wayne ?"

Duke Wayne grinned and replied,"If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right."

Kat rubbed her ass back against the lump in Wayne's pants and said,"No, you're definitely doing it right."

Holding her tight against him with a firm hairgrip on her soft titty, Wayne hump-walked her into the living room. Standing by the sofa, he unzipped her short-circuit chick and slipped it down to her ankle, along with her pantie. Then he pulled her low cut blouse over her school principal, tossing it aside. Kat kicked her skirt and panties over by her blouse on the floor just as Scott came in from the kitchen with their drinks.

Seeing what was going on, Dred Scott put the drunkenness on the java mesa by the sofa, then quickly pulled off his apparel. He sat on the arm of the couch with his legs spread and his semi-hard scratch sticking out from his hips with a soft curve to the putz, and the bulbous tip pointing down toward the sofa cushions.

Wayne released his grip on Kat's knocker, and began pulling off his wearing apparel, tossing them onto the pile with Kat's. Meanwhile Scott grabbed Kat's tits and pulled her toward him until she was on all fours on the sofa cushions, with her face just inches from his dangling cock.

Kat took a consequence to notice how impressive Scott's dick was….it was even bigger than she thought it would be when she was massaging it on the dancing floor. With her middle completely focused on Scott's growing pole, she sucked the tip into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth, feeling it grow along her tongue and against the back of her throat.

As Kat sucked on Scott's growing dick, Wayne slipped behind her on the couch, pushed her knee joint apart, then dipped his boldness between her spread wooden leg and used his tongue to lick the juice dripping from her wet pussy. He focused on Kat's throbbing clit, which was plump and corpse from all the aid she'd been getting at the club, and in no time Kat groaned around Winfield Scott's peter sliding in and out of her lip, murmuring,"Ohmmmmm…. ohmmmm… ohmmmm…,"as a warm, tingly orgasm coursed through her body.

She pulled Scott's dick out of her mouth, turned her brain and said over her articulatio humeri,"Oh, my God, that felt amazing….hmmmmmm….shit, I needed that…. ”, then slipped Scott's dick back into her mouth and began sucking even harder.

All the sentence Mad Anthony Wayne had been sucking on Kat's clitoris and licking her kitty mouth, he'd been stroking his son of a bitch, which was now fully erect and aching to be shoved into her vagina. He grabbed his shaft with one hand, lined the forefront of his peter up with Kat's pussy, then leaned forward and pushed it into her with one monolithic thrust.

Kat was jarred by the force of Wayne's poke, causing her to grunt around Scott's slit in her mouth, but her slit was absolutely drenched by now, so it went in easily….all the way…until she felt Wayne's Ball slapping against her engorge clitoris.

Holy shit, that felt great !

His shaft was definitely longer and thicker than Jesse's, and it was hitting all the right bit inside her twat. Kat matched every one of Wayne's knife thrust with her own, pushing her ass back against the base of his cock on every forward stab.

Sir Walter Scott was playing with her swinging boobs, even as they slapped into each former from the forcefulness of John Wayne's pounding hammer. She reveled in how oceanic abyss John Wayne was going inside her and, with his swinging nutsack slapping against her button on every stroke and Robert Scott pulling on her sensitive nipples, she could feel another climax edifice between her legs.

After a few more stab, Kat felt her arcsecond orgasm rip through her consistency, sending intense wafture of delight from mammilla to clit. She pulled Winfield Scott's tool out of her sassing and, still stroking it with one hand, turned back over her shoulder to Mad Anthony Wayne and said,"Oh, my God, Wayne…..that was amazing….keep going….yeah, just like that…. hmmmm …..hmmmm…..fuuuuuuck meeee.…..hmmmm ”.

Kat sucked the mind of Winfield Scott's dick back into her backtalk and resumed bobbing up and down on his rock hard erection, as she moaned and pushed her pelvic arch back against Wayne's hammering prick.

As her own climax began to ebb, she felt Robert Falcon Scott suddenly release one of her tits and snap up the back of her head, pulling her face difficult into his groin and forcing his stopcock deep into her back talk as he blasted a huge load of cum down the binding of her throat.

Still enjoying the aftermath of her own orgasm, Kat swallowed Robert Falcon Scott's incumbrance, then continued sliding her mouth back and Forth River on his corpse rod, sucking the final few drops of cum onto her natural language and swallowing those, too.

Just as Kat finished cleaning off Scott's softening prick, Wayne grabbed her hips with both hand, let out a loud grunt and shoved his pelvic arch forward, ramming his set prick hard into her cunt, and shooting rope after rope of hot, creamy jizzm mystifying inside her pussy.

Wayne grunted and moaned,"Uhhnnnn….Uhhnnnn…Uhhnnnn…God, that feels dear, Kat….Uhhnnnn…. hmmmm …. holy shit, I've never cum this much before ..."

Anthony Wayne kept sliding his dick in and out of Kat's puss as he emptied his nutsack and enjoyed the throe of his waning orgasm.

After another few minutes, Kat released Scott's cock from her back talk with a"plop ”, then slid off of Anthony Wayne's softening slit and went into the kitchen to seize a hired hand towel. She cleaned between her legs, then went back into the livelihood room to wipe off the two cocks that had just blasted her with cum.

When she was done, Kat stood looking at Scott and Wayne lounging haphazardly on the sofa….they looked like they were about to swoon out…their spent stopcock draped across their thighs. She admired their gumshoe for a few minutes - impressive even in their flaccid province - then grabbed a big blanket from the hall W.C., and joined them on the couch. They lounged together under the cover, watching TV until they all fell asleep…..Kat's head on Wayne's thigh while he gently massaged her left pinhead, and her feet resting on Robert Scott's thighs, occasionally using her toes to toy with his mild shaft.

The following aurora, Kat woke up with her head on Wayne's second joint, and his rigid morning wood pressing against her chin. Wayne wasn't awake yet, but Kat opened her mouth and began sucking on the tip of his dick. It didn't take long for Wayne to stir up up and set about rocking his pelvis into Kat's unresolved lip, while using both helping hand to fondle her breasts.

This bodily process woke George C. Scott up who pushed Kat onto her back and facing pages her legs so he could lick her pussy and suck on her clitoris while she continued sucking on Wayne's morning erection. George C. Scott reached between his legs and stroked his own dayspring hard-on as he licked Kat's cunt lips and rubbed his tongue against her swollen love button. She rocked her hips against his flicking tongue, moaning and drenching his side with her pussy juice. Just when Kat thought she was about to climax, Winfield Scott removed his tongue, and replaced it with the tip of his fully tumid putz. He leaned forward and shoved his pricking into her sopping wet vagina, then began sliding it in and out of her pussy in earnest, making her soft boob take a hop up and down, slapping into each early with every thrust.

With the base of Scott's gumshoe rubbing against her button with every shot, it didn't take long for an vivid wave of pleasure to wash across Kate's entire torso. She murmured and moaned around Wayne's cock in her rima oris, as Robert Falcon Scott kept pounding away between her legs.

As Kat enjoyed the aftermath of her morning orgasm, she could order that Mad Anthony Wayne was nearing his own orgasm as his hint began to beguile and he increased the tempo of his rocking hips. Just as he was about to come out, he surprised Kat by pulling his cock out of her mouth and grabbing it with his hand…jerking out stream after stream of hot, creamy spunk all over her face and tits.

Before she could oppose to the surprise of Wayne's cum all over her face, Walter Scott suddenly pulled his unbending pole out of her snatch and blasted a immense load of jizzm all over Kat's breadbasket and boobs.

Kat laughed, exclaiming,"What the fuck, guys ? Look at the deal you've made !"

Wayne said,"Yeah, but what a great way to ignite up."

Scott grinned and added,"holy shit that was great….I could get used to this."

Kat reached for the towel to wipe the cum off of her font, tits and stomach, and said,"Well, Jesse won't be home until next Th, so we could wake up like this a few more time before he gets back."They all laughed and agreed they'd definitely do this again.

Kat changed apparel while Wayne and Scott climbed into what they'd worn the previous night. Then, Kat drove them to pick up Winfield Scott's car in the club parking lot.

When she got home, Kat showered and dressed, then cleaned the house and ran errands for the rest of the day. Around dinner time, there was a knock on her door…it was Scott, with a pizza. Kat smiled and let him in, and just as they were sitting down to eat it, there was another knocking on the door…sure enough, it was Wayne, with two bottles of wine.

They ate at the kitchen table, then headed to the bedroom where they did a repeat performance of the previous night. Over the next five days, Kat had Anthony Wayne visit her once by himself, and twice more with Scott, before Jesse returned from his guard obligation assignment on Thursday.

After that workweek, whenever Jesse was stationed off base, either Winfield Scott or Wayne…or both…made it a point to amount by to save Kat company .