Heather looked at her rumpled and come-stained skirt. She really should have taken it off, she thought. Her T-shirt was wet with sweat and showed the hard points of her still excited nipples. She tried to straighten her clothes into some semblance of respectability. There was nothing more for her here. She knew from experience that it would be a long wait for any of the men to revive. When Heather drained a cock it was completely drained. She turned to face Mr. and Mrs. Vastos, who were still sitting together, hand-in-hand. The woman looked somewhat crestfallen. "Oh Heather! What you do to my boys. They all wore out. Even their schlongs!" She was so proud of her sons' schlongs that she almost resented the fact that Heather had been able to defeat them. But she was basically a good-natured lady, and she had so enjoyed the sight of her sons and her nephew ploughing their big schlongs into Heather's tiny body. And Heather was so appreciative, said such wonderful things about them that her maternal pride returned and burned even brighter than before. Then her husband spoke. "Miss Heather. I like watch you so much. My boys good boys. Good schlongs. Like father. Miss Heather, look!" Miss Heather looked, and broke out into a big warm smile. There, rising proudly from the old man's still open fly, was his long, youthful-looking cock. Despite everything that had happened, Heather's mouth watered at the sight. "Oh my! It's hard again, Mr. Vastos. Oh, how wonderful! It looks so delicious. can I taste it again Please" Heather didn't even wait for an answer before kneeling in front of him and lovingly taking his rejuvenated cock into her sweet, warm mouth. She bobbed her head over his crotch and sucked happily. The old man's cock throbbed with excitement, and seemed to get harder and longer in her mouth, but no matter what tricks Heather played with her tongue and lips, he did not come. Heather was happy sucking on his wonderful cock but she also wanted to feel the old man's cum shoot into her again. She lifted her mouth from his hard prick and rubbed it sensuously over her face, then kissed it and stood up to whisper into his wife's ear, her hands continuing to play with his noble schlong. Mrs Vastos frowned but Heather continued to whisper urgently. Finally the woman turned to look at her husband, his face a grimace of pleasure and pain, and slowly nodded her head. "Oh thank you, Mrs. Vastos! Thank you so much," Heather cried, before bending eagerly over the old man and kissing the ruby red head of his cock. Then she quickly straddled the chair and the old man's lap, her hands positioning his cock as she sank down on it. But instead of her well-travelled asshole, his vigourous rod surged into her achingly empty and neglected cunt. And it felt so good that Heather came right away and her cunt muscles rippled along the length of the old man's shaft, making him gasp with pleasure and bury his head between her breasts. Heather began to rise and fall on that wonderfully filling pole. It was so good and so different from what she had experienced with his sons. Heather clutched Mr. Vastos's head to her breasts and tried to fuck him to death. Up and down and around and around she screwed her ass, feeling his cock scrape against every inch of her hyper-sensitive cunt. And still the old man did not come, although his toothless jaws were biting at her tits as he sobbed and moaned in pleasure. While she blindly rode the old man's cock, Heather felt hands on her ass. Many hands! Her T-shirt was pushed up, and her skirt. Then she felt other things that felt very much like long limp cocks press and rub against the flesh of her ass and back. Someone unhooked her skirt and pulled it up. She let go of Mr. Vastos's neck and lifted her arms so that both the T-shirt and skirt could be pulled right off, leaving her totally naked. Now the limp cocks were rubbing all over her body, along with six hands that caressed and squeezed her flesh. Mr. Vastos sucked and munched on one tit, while unknown hands fought over possession of the other one. Fingers played over her belly and thighs, poked at her dripping asshole and even ran around the mouth of her cunt where the old man's cock was so deliciously trapped. Heather couldn't stop coming. In fact she had hardly stopped coming since she had entered the kitchen. She squirmed and writhed under all this attention, clamping her cunt muscles around the cock that filled it as she rose and fell. But it was hard work and her legs were tiring. And still the old man didn't come. Then Heather felt a strange sensation. She was being lifted into the air, but the old man's cock was still locked firmly in her cunt. They were both being lifted, still joined delightfully together. Hands gripped her tightly, hardening cocks rubbed against her. Heather did not know what was happening, nor did she care as long as she had old Mr. Vastos's wonderful cock inside her. Gently the fucking couple were lowered to the floor. The old man's body fell back, his toothless gums slipping off Heather's breast. His wife was quick to put something under his head, even if it was Heather's skirt and T-shirt. She fell forward onto his frail body, rubbing her breasts over his chest and raining kisses onto his face. Mrs. Vastos protested in the background but Heather didn't care anymore as she glued her lips to the old man's. In this new position she could feel him trying his best to use his hips to push his cock into her. But he was too old and weak. His cock, on the other hand, was young and strong, and it throbbed mightily in Heather's deliriously happy pussy. The many hands still caressed her with mounting fervour. Fingers poked at her asshole. The something else. A cock. She didn't know or care whose it was. She sobbed in happiness as the big cock pushed its way into her ass, side by side with the old man's in her cunt, and began to move. The fuck lasted for a long, long time, and Heather revelled in the double penetration. Her cries of passion mingled with the old man's as they both were driven mad by the friction of the fat cock plunging into her ass rubbing against the one in her cunt. Heather began babbling senselessly, telling Mrs. Vastos that her family had the best schlongs in the world, that she wanted to have them in her all the time. She cried out with fierce joy as the cock in her ass throbbed and shot its almost painful load into her guts. There was not much of the wonderful liquid, but it made up for its volume with the force of its throbbing. But still the old man did not come, though he was squirming and moaning more and more frantically beneath her. Another cock slid easily into her ass and screwed her steadily and fiercely until it too humped dryly and slipped away only to be replaced by yet a third one. When that last cock had fucked her ass as much as it could and then given up the old man was still hard and eager within her. Tears of joy filled Heather's eyes. She could no longer talk or think. She was just a tangled mass of pleasure, all focussed on the miraculous pole that filled her cunt. She felt the old man stirring beneath her, pushing at her with his hands. She hoped desperately that he didn't want her to get off, and continued to grind her pussy into his crotch. Theo Vastos clenched his muscles and with every bit of strength left in him, suddenly rolled over until he was on top of a surprised Heather. Her head hit the floor with a thud, but she did not even feel it. Her legs shot up into the air and wrapped themselves around the old man's back. The only sound that came from her now was a loud, continuous keening wail. The explosions in her belly were too close together now to be distinguished from each other. The old man plunged his cock into her with quick, rabbit-like thrusts that drove her hard against the floor. Heather clutched him tightly to her, glorying in the aggressiveness of his fucking. He slobbered feverishly over her tits. Heather screamed when he suddenly bit down hard on her nipple and convulsed on top of her. His cock throbbed mightily, spraying her burning pussy with his pent-up cum. Jolt after jolt of electricity surged through Heather's body as she felt him finally give her the juices she had so desperately craved. The couple panted together on the floor. Around them was silence. The old man's sons and his nephew were speechless, incredulous, awed. Mrs. Vastos felt a surge of pride swell her already substantial bosom. Her Theo. Her Theo and his wonderful schlong. Was there ever another one like it Heather didn't seem to think so, the way she was now showering it with grateful kisses and carefully licking it clean. Then, while Mrs. Vastos hugged her husband proudly and wondered if she might not have been premature in giving up "that", Heather turned to the three younger men and took their limp and soiled cocks into her mouth one last time, cleansing them of all trace of her ass and its juices. Finally it was time to go. The Vastos family all helped her dress, but her clothes were a mess. All that fucking while she was still wearing them and then the fucking on top of them had taken their toll. What would her mother say She might not notice the absence of panties, but she was sure to notice the incredibly wrinkled skirt, stained with drying come and other darker stains, the dirty finger marks on the front of her T-shirt. Heather knew she would have to do something before she got home but she did not yet know what. Even going into the street like that would attract a lot of attention. But Heather was used to attracting attention on the street, so she prepared to continue her journey home from school. Then she remembered. "Oh, Mrs. Vastos. I had so much fun I almost forgot my coke. How much do I owe you."...

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