"Oh yeah this bitch is fucking good" he tells his friends as his meaty goodness slams into the back of my throat as he continues to force my head up a...d down. Soon the other four have their pants down and now I am being forced to suck all five cocks. "Damn man,this little slut likes to suck cock". "Yeah,but does she like to fuck"? "Yes" I thought to myself. I felt like a dirty whore,in this back alley getting man handled by five punks from the street. People walking by the alley,stopped and. Being so young I just couldn't believe that there were so many dead being flown back to the states. It was during this time that I came to the attention of Sgt. Major Henderson, USMC. Saying we hit it off would be a lie but it set the course of my learning curve for the rest of the time I spent there. I was reassigned to train with an old Gunny named Pappas who I immediately started calling pops. At first he gave me hell about it, but the name stuck for some odd reason and later when everyone. "I hate this costume, I hate this party, and I hate you!" Melinda shouted.Heather managed to stop herself, though her voice was still shaky with mirth. "You don't mean that last one." Fine, I guess I didn't," she said in a testy but lower voice. She folded her arms and glanced down at her swelling breasts. "Jeez, this thing is tight! I feel like my boobs are being strangled."Heather stepped forward. "Here, let me see."Melinda hesitated, then lowered her arms. The costume did indeed seem a size. Jennifer twisted enough to reach me, grabbed my head, stuck her tongue as far down my throat as possible and used my mouth to muffle her screams as she came. My explosion was right behind and we came together completely forgetting Stacy was holding on for dear life.When we finally returned to earth and clear thinking, Jennifer let go of me, wrapped her arms around Stacy and kissed her like they’d been lovers since junior high. Stacy gave as good as Jennifer was giving and they rubbed their.