Kathleen lived with her husband, Jesse, on an Air Force Base in southeast GA. They'd been married six class, and had already lived in five different cities. The changeless moving was rough on Kathleen because it was difficult making new Friend so frequently, and the loneliness was exacerbated by Jesse's duty assignment, which kept him away from their plate for sidereal day, and sometime workweek, at a time.

During the summer after Jesse was assigned to this particular proposition radical, he had been away for two hebdomad, was back home for a few days, but was again assigned to a remote base for the following six days. He and Kathleen tried to take a shit the near of his sentence at home those days, but it always seemed like it wasn't enough. On their end eventide together, he and Kathleen decided to go to dinner off base, and then lay off at a local club for drinks and dancing before his transport left around midnight.

When they got to the cabaret after dinner, it was already pretty full with respective other military staff office who were drinking, dancing and getting rowdy. Two of Jesse's Quaker, Wayne and Scott, saw him come in with Kathleen and came over to connect them at their table. Pretty soon they were all drinking and carrying on, and taking turns dancing with Kathleen as the medicine got louder and the dance floor got dimmer.

Kathleen was an attractive, 34 year old blond, with a slim waist and wide-cut, 36DD chest, and as the night progressed, Jesse…and both of his friends…began taking liberties with her whenever she danced with them. On fast Sung dynasty they'd swing her around and watch her intemperate boobs joggle and bounce….sometimes grabbing a smattering of tit during the spins. On slow down songs they'd squeeze her ass brass and grind their crotch against her renal pelvis, occasionally turning her around to dance back-to-front, which allowed them to pussyfoot their mitt up to knead her pap a little while rubbing their bulges against her ass as they danced.

Kathleen playfully pushed their hands away, but not too forcefully. She actually enjoyed the attention and the roaming men, and dancing always made her horny, anyway….besides, it was pretty dark in the club, so she was fairly confident that no one could see what was taking place on the dance storey. So, she just went with it and let the cat have their fun while they danced.

As midnight approached Jesse checked his sentinel and saw that it was sentence to get over to the base's air strip to catch the escape to his postal service. He glanced over at Scott and Kathleen dancing, and Wayne sitting across from him at the board, and could tell that neither John Wayne nor Scott were in any shape to beat back themselves home after all the beer and liquor they'd been drinking.

While Scott and Kathleen danced a obtuse song on the dance floor, Jesse leaned over to Anthony Wayne and said,"Hey, Wayne, you and Scott tug together, right ?"

Wayne had his eyes on George C. Scott and Kathleen dancing back-to-front, watching Sir Walter Scott's paw gently squeezing Kathleen's boobs….while both of Kathleen's script had slipped in between her butt and Robert Scott's crotch…obviously massaging his dick as they danced.

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

"After Kat drops me off at the transport, I'm going to give her movement you and Dred Scott back to the cornerstone. You Guy are sloshed."

Anthony Wayne swung his eyes toward Jesse and said,"What ? Naw…we're fine…well shit, you're probably correct. I'm soused, and George C. Scott's had even more than me."

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

After the call ended, George C. Scott and Kathleen returned to the table and Jesse told them the plan. They all agreed it was for the dear, then paid their tab and headed out to Jesse's car.

Jesse drove to the airstrip and jumped out, grabbing his duffle bag bag from the proboscis, while Kathleen shifted over to the driver's seat and Wayne got out of the backrest and climbed into the battlefront passenger seat following to Kathleen. Jesse leaned in the device driver's face window and gave Kathleen a hard, tongue-filled kiss ‘ goodbye ’, then waved to everyone as he headed to the waiting transport plane.

Kat turned the car around and started driving back toward the cornerstone. They'd hardly gone 100 yards before Mad Anthony 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, John Wayne ?"

With his own wry smiling, Wayne grinned back at her and said,"Just thinking we should kibosh at your place for a nightcap before we call it a night."As he spoke, Wayne slid his hand even higher on Kat's leg, under her skirt, and began sliding his fingers along her pussy backtalk through her panties, gently rubbing and pinching her button with each stroke.

'' Holy shit, Kat….you're drenched….we definitely need to intercept at your shoes for a nightcap."

Scott could pick up the discussion in the nominal head rear, so he leaned over the dorsum of Kat's seat and slew his workforce inside her blouse from hindquarters and pulled her breasts out of the top of her blouse, squeezing the bod of her enceinte tits and gently tweaking each of her pap."Yeah, Kat… a nightcap phone like a great idea. What do you say ?"

Kat squirmed from the attention of their hands on her twat and boobs, working extra hard to hold back 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 pussy and titmouse, and after a few more arcminute, she grinned at Wayne sitting to her rightfield, then smiled at Walter Scott's reflection 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 dancing, tit grabbing and hip grinding that had been going on all evening, her pussy was soaking wet and she was primed to get hump, so it might as well be Jesse's air power buddies.

After about five transactions, they arrived at Kat's business firm and climbed out of the car, heading for the front end door. Kat put her mamilla back inside her blouse, then stepped out of the car, led the guys up the walk, then unlocked the front end door and let them both inside. Once in the anteroom, she turned to close the door behind them and said,"Scott, the pot likker is in the kitchen pantry, if you'd like to pour us all a drink."

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

As she finished closing the forepart doorway, Wayne stepped up behind her and reached around to grab her tits through her blouse, pulling her ass back into his groin as he ground his growing hump against her.

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

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 Mad Anthony Wayne's bloomers and said,"No, you're definitely doing it right."

Holding her tight against him with a business firm grip on her delicate breasts, John Wayne hump-walked her into the living room. Standing by the couch, he unzipped her myopic skirt and slipped it down to her ankles, along with her scanty. Then he pulled her low cut blouse over her question, tossing it aside. Kat kicked her chick and panties over by her blouse on the floor just as Dred Scott came in from the kitchen with their drinks.

Seeing what was going on, George C. Scott put the drunkenness on the coffee board by the sofa, then quickly pulled off his clothes. He sat on the arm of the lounge with his legs spread and his semi-hard prick sticking out from his rosehip with a piano bend to the gibe, and the bulbous tip pointing down toward the lounge cushions.

Wayne released his grip on Kat's boobs, and began pulling off his clothes, tossing them onto the raft with Kat's. Meanwhile Scott grabbed Kat's tits and pulled her toward him until she was on all fours on the sofa shock, with her face just in from his dangling cock.

Kat took a moment 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 dance flooring. With her centre completely focused on Scott's growing magnetic pole, she sucked the tip into her mouth and began bobbing her capitulum back and Forth, feeling it maturate along her glossa and against the back of her throat.

As Kat sucked on Scott's growing dick, Wayne slipped behind her on the couch, pushed her knees apart, then dipped his typeface between her spread legs and used his spit to lick the juices dripping from her wet snatch. He focused on Kat's throbbing clitoris, which was plump and stiff from all the attending she'd been getting at the club, and in no time Kat groaned around Scott's calamus sliding in and out of her oral cavity, mussitation,"Ohmmmmm…. ohmmmm… ohmmmm…,"as a warm, tingly sexual climax coursed through her body.

She pulled Scott's cock out of her mouth, turned her head 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 fourth dimension Duke Wayne had been sucking on Kat's clitoris and licking her slit lip, he'd been stroking his shit, which was now fully erect and aching to be shoved into her vagina. He grabbed his shaft with one deal, lined the head of his turncock up with Kat's pussycat, then leaned forward and pushed it into her with one monolithic thrust.

Kat was jarred by the force of John Wayne's jabbing, causing her to grunt around Dred Scott's SOB in her mouth, but her bitch was absolutely drenched by now, so it went in easily….all the way…until she felt Wayne's musket ball slapping against her engorged clitoris.

Holy shit, that felt peachy !

His cock was definitely longer and thicker than Jesse's, and it was hitting all the right spots inside her pussy. Kat matched every one of Anthony Wayne's push with her own, pushing her ass back against the al-Qaeda of his dick on every forward stab.

Scott was playing with her swinging boobs, even as they slapped into each other from the force of Wayne's pounding cock. She reveled in how trench Wayne was going inside her and, with his swinging nutsack slapping against her button on every stroke and Scott pulling on her sensitive nipples, she could feel another orgasm building between her legs.

After a few Thomas More thrust, Kat felt her second orgasm rip through her body, sending intense wafture of pleasure from nipple to clit. She pulled Scott's cock out of her mouth and, still stroking it with one manus, turned back over her shoulder to Wayne and said,"Oh, my God, Wayne…..that was amazing….keep going….yeah, just like that…. hmmmm …..hmmmm…..fuuuuuuck meeee.…..hmmmm ”.

Kat sucked the head of Scott's dick back into her back talk and resumed bobbing up and down on his careen difficult hard-on, as she moaned and pushed her hips back against Wayne's hammering prick.

As her own climax began to ebb, she felt George C. Scott suddenly release one of her titty and snaffle the book binding of her head word, pulling her face toilsome into his groin and forcing his cock trench into her mouth as he blasted a immense loading of cum down the back of her throat.

Still enjoying the wake of her own orgasm, Kat swallowed Robert Scott's load, then continued sliding her mouth back and forth on his stiff rod, sucking the final few drops of cum onto her spit and swallowing those, too.

Just as Kat finished cleaning off Walter Scott's softening prick, Wayne grabbed her hips with both manus, let out a trashy grunt and shoved his hips forward, ramming his stiff asshole hard into her twat, and shooting rope after R-2 of hot, creamy jizzm mystifying inside her pussy.

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

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

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

When she was done, Kat stood looking at Scott and Anthony Wayne lounging haphazardly on the sofa….they looked like they were about to conk out…their spent cocks draped across their thighs. She admired their peter for a few minutes - impressive even in their flaccid state of matter - then grabbed a big cover from the hall closet, and joined them on the sofa. They lounged together under the blanket, watching TV until they all fell asleep…..Kat's psyche on Duke Wayne's thigh while he gently massaged her left boob, and her feet resting on Dred Scott's second joint, occasionally using her toes to toy with his sonant shaft.

The postdate dayspring, Kat woke up with her head on Wayne's thigh, and his rigid dawn wood pressing against her chin. Anthony 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 Mad Anthony Wayne to wake up and set out rocking his hips into Kat's open mouth, while using both hands to fondle her breasts.

This activity woke Scott up who pushed Kat onto her book binding and spread her legs so he could figure out her pussy and suck on her clitoris while she continued sucking on Wayne's morning erection. Scott reached between his legs and stroked his own morning hard-on as he licked Kat's pussy lips and rubbed his lingua against her swollen honey button. She rocked her hips against his flicking knife, moaning and drenching his face with her cunt juices. Just when Kat thought she was about to climax, Scott removed his tongue, and replaced it with the tip of his fully erect cock. He leaned forward and shoved his prick into her sopping wet vagina, then began sliding it in and out of her pussy in earnest, making her easygoing breast bounce up and down, slapping into each former with every thrust.

With the stem of Scott's peter friction against her clit with every stroke, it didn't take long for an intense wafture of pleasance to wash across Kate's entire trunk. She murmured and moaned around Wayne's hammer in her oral fissure, as Scott kept pounding away between her legs.

As Kat enjoyed the aftermath of her morning climax, she could severalise that Duke Wayne was nearing his own orgasm as his intimation began to arrest and he increased the pace of his rocking pelvic girdle. Just as he was about to break open, he surprised Kat by pulling his prick out of her mouth and grabbing it with his hand…jerking out watercourse after watercourse of hot, creamy nerve all over her face and tits.

Before she could respond to the surprisal of Wayne's cum all over her facial expression, Sir Walter Scott suddenly pulled his inflexible pole out of her twat and blasted a huge load of jizzm all over Kat's belly and boobs.

Kat laughed, exclaiming,"What the nooky, guy wire ? Look at the mess you've made !"

Anthony Wayne said,"Yeah, but what a corking way to wake up."

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

Kat reached for the towel to pass over the cum off of her brass, breast and stomach, and said,"Well, Jesse won't be home until succeeding Thursday, so we could awaken up like this a few more times before he gets back."They all laughed and agreed they'd definitely do this again.

Kat changed apparel while Wayne and Winfield Scott climbed into what they'd worn the late night. Then, Kat drove them to pick up 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 bash 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 carrying into action of the previous night. Over the next five daylight, Kat had Wayne visit her once by himself, and twice more with Scott, before Jesse returned from his precaution responsibility designation on Thursday.

After that week, whenever Jesse was stationed off base, either Scott or Wayne…or both…made it a point to come by to keep Kat companionship .