“Man, I augh, she, she’s milking my…” Shorty panted, thrusting up into the woman’s snug pussy as she bounced in climax.
“Aw fuck, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Tank enthused, starting to thrust into her resisting backdoor with force.
“Aw damn, damn yeah; you, you are a real cocksucker,” the bartender enthused as he began pumping a stream of semen into her gulping throat.
“Wait, augh, wait until you’ve had this ass,” Tank groaned, his hips slapping nosily against her fat ass cheeks.
“Well, hurry the fuck up; that waitress’s isn’t going stay behind the bar all night,” the bartender agreed.
“God, Honey, I, I love your ass, you hear?” Tank groaned and shook as he blasted his semen deep into her bowels.
“It, it’s too fat,” Hannah weakly denied as Tank pulled his slimy cock from her bowels.
“It is a beautiful, large ass,” Tank agreed, slipping out of the stall.
The bartender knelt behind Hannah and saw her raw, stretched anus dribbling some of Tank’s semen. He could also see Shorty’s sperm oozing from Hannah’s pussy as Shorty wheezed and gasped through his climax.
“Open up, Sweetie,” Tank said, presenting his cock to her plump lips.
“Ah!” Hannah gasped out, brown eyes wide as the bartender shoved himself into her abused ass with one stroke.
“That’s it, Sweetie, that’s it,” Shorty encouraged as the bartender’s hard thrusts caused Hannah’s pussy to rock back and forth on his resurging erection.
“Damn, Chief; you were right,” Tank groaned as Hannah slurped on his meat. “This, augh, this girl is a natural born cocksucker.”
“And a natural ass slut,” the bartender thought but did not give voice to his thoughts.
“Man! I, I don’t believe this!” Shorty gasped out, on the verge of ejaculating again.
“That’s it, oh baby, that, that’s it,” the bartender groaned. “Aw yeah, squeeze, squeeze that cock.”
Hannah felt like giggling as three cocks erupted into her. She felt a real surge of power. She, fat little Hannah, the girl all the popular kids made fun of, well, except for her husband…
Her husband. Hannah felt a surge of guilt and shame wash over her, until another orgasm racked her large frame. Then she lost herself in the moment.
“Let me,” Shorty demanded, wiggling out from underneath the large woman.
Hannah looked up as Shorty stood in front of her, presenting his limp cock to her mouth. She let out a gasp and groan as Tank entered her sloppy pussy from behind. When she gasped, Shorty shoved his limp prick into her mouth.
Twenty one minutes later, the bartender looked up when a smirking Tank and Shorty wobbled from the short hallway. With a nod and a wave, the two men left the bar, letting a blast of hot summer air rush in.
The waitress smiled as she ordered three drafts and one Tequila Sunrise. The bartender made the tequila sunrise a little on the light side; he did not neeed the waitress getting drunk on the job again. She pouted when she saw him make the drink but a sharp look from the bartender removed the pout from her lips.
Twenty eight minutes later, Hannah wobbled on uncertain legs from the short hallway. She looked around for a moment, then continued an odd, ungainly path to the door.
“Hey, Sweetie, you’re about a what? A large?” the bartender said and tossed a loosely folded tee shirt to Hannah.
Hannah gave the bartender a sweet smile and slipped the surprisingly soft tee shirt on over her bikini. Her stride was still slightly stilted as she stepped to the heavy dark glass door.
“Hey, how come you never give me a tee shirt?” the waitress asked as the heavy door clicked shut behind the heavy set woman.
“How come you never let me cornhole you?” The bartender said.
“I, you, fuck, I’ll just pay for the fucking shirt,” the waitress decided, glancing down at the bartender’s package.
“Hey, you, you’re what? About a small? Maybe a medium?” the bartender smiled, looking at the waitress’s substantial chest.
“Medium,” the waitress smiled, thrusting her chest out to emphasize her point.
The waitress took the tee shirt into the ladies room and shrugged out of her sleeveless top and lacy bra. Pulling the very soft combed cotton tee shirt on, the waitress squinted into the mirror, trying to see if she could detect her dark brown areolae in the mirror. She screwed up her face and the smell of sex that lingered in the air of the large, well-lighted bathroom. Before leaving the room, she hit the button for the fan.
While the waitress was bobbling her unfettered tee shirt clad breasts in customers’ faces, Hannah tired of looking for her husband on the beach. She waddled to their Honey Beach Inn motel room and let herself in.
“There you are!” Hannah crowed, seeing her nude husband slumbering on their bed.
“Huh?” Bart said, waking from a deep, contented sleep.
“Listen, let me get showered and we’ll go get something to eat,” Hannah enthused, hurrying to the bathroom.
“Hey, cute tee shirt; where’d you get it?” Bart asked.
“This bar right down the beach,” Hannah said, feeling a sudden spasm in her colon. “Oops! I, I need to potty.”
In the bathroom, Hannah took off the tee shirt, then loosed her bikini top. The sticky bikini bottom was kicked into the shower; she would wash the large puddle of semen from the garment before her husband saw them.
Placing the tee shirt onto the vanity, Hannah burst out laughing. On the front, over the left breast had been the name of the bar, ‘Catching Waves.’ On the back, in big black letters was the saying ‘I Got Waved Hard.’
“Boy, no kidding,” Hannah giggled, feeling a twinge in her abused anus. “Yes I did!”
Four days later, both exhausted and slightly sunburned, the Jensens returned to Bergeron, Idaho. Boarding the airplane, husband and wife were both wearing their Catching Waves tee shirts.
“I got waved hard,” Bart smirked. “I’m a surfer now.”
“Uh huh; I got waved pretty hard too; who can swim better than you? Huh? Huh? Who can swim better than you?” Hannah agreed.
“Oh baby, I got waved hard,” Hannah thought to herself, remembering the three cocks hammering her three holes hard and good.
“Damn but I got waved like a mother fucker,” Bart thought to himself, remembering getting fucked by not one but two handsome surfers.
“Hey, next summer? For our vacation? We need to come back, hear?” Hannah said.
“Okay; so in roughly three hundred and sixty five days, next summer,” Bart agreed. “Well, Mrs. Jensen, you work in a bank, so I guess you’re in charge of our vacation fund, deal?”
“Deal,” Hannah agreed and they sealed the deal with a kiss.
Over the next few months, whenever he needed a little ‘boost’ to his manhood, Bart would think of the time two handsome men turned him into a surfer. Hannah kept two dildos secreted in the bathroom vanity, in the bottom of an opened box of sanitary napkins. When Bart was at work, Hannah would get those instruments of pleasure out and bounce happily, one dildo plunging in and out of her pussy, the other one filling her rectum.
The End.
**Author’s Notes: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you for reading my stories.
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This is one of those anomalies; there are no characters from any other JimBob44story making an appearance in this tale.
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