Robin's potty mounth

Greg and I took turns taking pictures of the other three girls, but one of us always was on Robin. She was the star of this production, and she knew it. There were sixty-eight men gathered here and, though the other girls all agreed to keep busy, Robin was committed to sucking every guy here. Not only that, she had agreed to let all of them penetrate her butt. But if she was worried, she sure didn’t show it. She was smiling and laughing as the guys gathered around her. Her plan was to suck on guy until he was hard, then kneel on all fours and let him fuck her ass doggie-style. 

“What if he doesn’t shoot into your ass?” Greg asked her as the first guy stepped up to her face. “Are you going to give him a handjob?”

“Of course not,” she answered quickly. “I’ll just take him right back into my mouth.”

Whoa!

Greg and I and all the other guys who heard this swallowed hard. Did Robin realize what she was saying?

“What about the taste? Do you want them to wash off first?” Greg asked.

“Of course not,” she said again. “I’ve tasted lots of cock before.”

Greg and I just looked at each other. She hasn’t thought this through, we thought to ourselves.

Everyone watched her trying to hide the concern on their faces as Robin started blowing her first ‘victim’ (as she sometimes jokingly called them now). Luckily, the first cock she blew was only moderately long and thick. As she knelt on her hands and knees, waiting to be penetrated, she was laughing. He was gentle, knowing this was Robin’s first time. He lifted her skirt up onto her back, pulled her panties to the side and then slowly pushed his cock into her.

“Ohhhhh my God!” Robin squealed. She hadn’t expected this. 

“Should I stop?” her ‘victim’ asked in alarm.

“Noooooooo,” she answered.

He inserted a little more.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked again.

She shook her head and breathed really fast, like she was delivering a baby.

He pushed further into her.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh…” she cried.

And then she waved at a guy standing in front of her to kneel down. He obeyed immediately, thinking she wanted to ask him for something or hold his hand or something. But what she wanted was his cock in her throat. He had no sooner kneeled than she lunged forward, mouth open, and started fucking her own mouth on his rigid cock. 

“Hmmmmmmmm,” she squealed again as her bum was invaded even more. She lunged forward even more, literally impaling her face on this second guy’s cock, pushing her nose into his belly. Reaching around with one hand, she grabbed his butt and pulled him towards her, forcing his cock even further down her throat. 

‘She’s distracting herself from the pain,’ I thought to myself.

The first guy ultimately did get his rod fully up her ass, but as soon as he started to pump, Robin slid her mouth off the cock she’d been sucking, and started waving behind her and telling her buttfucker she wanted to blow him.

“I want to blow you. I want to blow you,” she said desperately, still feeling pain as he withdrew his cock from her ass.

“Hurry,” she said.

He rushed around to stand before her as she kneeled upright. Without hesitation, she dove forward and took his cock deep into her mouth.

Those of us watching her just stood silent. There was a second or two pause. But then Robin’s eyes suddenly grew wide with panic and she started aging and heaving.

“Hmmmmmgh. Hmmmmmgh. Hmmmmmgh,” she gagged, her entire body heaving.

But she did not take her mouth of this assuredly shit-flavored cock. Instead, she started passionately blowing him, bobbing her head back and forth quickly into his crotch, still gagging and heaving almost continuously. Nobody could believe it. She WAS going to blow him… all the way… despite the taste. 

She continued to blow him, almost frantically. Twisting her head side to side quickly, bobbing her head in an out, his shaft sliding to and fro inside her mouth. And still she gagged and heaved, though the frequency was getting less.

“Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm…” she said with each lunge forward.

Hen, every so often, she lunged all the way forward, driving his cock down her throat and her nose deep into her guy’s belly. Then she twisted her head back and forth as if she wanted his cock to reach all the way to her stomach.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she squealed as her head frantically twisted side to side.

Then, after about ten seconds she’d pull back and start fucking her own mouth on his rod, ramming her throat with his hard cock.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” she gagged.

Despite her apparent desperation, both her hands rested calmly on his thighs just above each knee. This was all mouth. She had been hurt by Greg’s comment. She would NEVER give a handjob to any guy, so long as her mouth was available. ‘Don’t be silly!!!’ she thought over and over.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…”

Greg and I both were on our knees, one on each side of her, capturing all of this on film. We even had another guy on video. JoAnne and Sarah had stopped pumping and the guys had cleared a path for even them to watch, each quietly holding a cock in her own mouth. I took a quick couple of pics of JoAnne and Greg took a couple of Sarah. But then we were back on Robin. Some of his pictures showed me with my camera taking pictures of Robin… and vice versa. This was an amazing event.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh… Hggghhh… Hggghhh….. Hggghhh…….. Hggghhh……..”

Robin was slowing down.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said. The desperation in her was fading. She still gagged every ten seconds or so, but all could see that the worst was over. She had survived. In fact, she clearly was enjoying it now, a cute little smile starting to show despite her mouthful of cock. 

“Hmmmmmm. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmm…” she said, sliding her mouth playfully back and forth along this biker’s shaft.

Now it was him starting to grunt, clearly close to climax and pumping his hips forcefully into Robin’s mouth. She put her hands on his butt and held herself steady as he started ramming his cock down her throat. 

“Uggghhh. Uggghhh. Uggghhh. Uggghhh…” he said.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” she said.

And then he stopped… and his whole body jerked. He clasped the back of Robin’s head and held her there as his body jerked uncontrollably, each jerk ramming his cock further down her throat.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, he voice nasal because her nose was buried in belly fat.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” he said. And then there was a pause, and then one more violent jerk during which his cock plunged at least another inch further down Robin’s throat. Then he just held her there.

Robin couldn’t breath. But she calmly just waited, her two hands casually caressing her man’s butt.

“Hold it. Hold it. Hold it,” Greg said, trying now to get as many pictures of his wife as he could.

Finally, the biker released Robin’s head. She gave a few more twists of her head to force his cock even further down her throat. And then she slowly, even sadly, pulled back. She was smiling hugely when she swallowed, peering up at the biker with appreciative eyes. This HAD been fun. Ultimately gross for sure. But fun. 

“How does your mouth taste now?” I asked her, kindly.

“Terrible,” she said with a smile. “Do you have anything that’ll take the taste of shit out a girl’s mouth?”

The guys standing around all looked at each other. None of us had brought mouthwash.

“Piss?” someone volunteered.

Robin smiled.

“That sounds great,” she said. And soon she held his soft cock quietly between her lips as he filled her mouth with piss. She swallowed twice, then pulled back with her mouth open to catch some more. Then she swallowed again and let the piss shower her face.

She took his cock back into her mouth for the last few squirts.

“Robin,” Greg said. “Do you want a break?”

“Of course not,” she said determined. “I have more than sixty more guys to go.”

“About the ass thing…” I started to tell her. “You don’t have to keep…”

“Of course I’m going to keep doing it!” she interrupted me. Then she added emphatically. “Don’t be silly. It’s fun once you get used to it.”

And bless her soul. She soon had a second cock in her mouth, then in her ass and then in her mouth again. I started to arrange the guys so that smaller cocks would come first, to let Robin’s ass gradually get used to this. Robin thought I was ‘very sweet’ to think of this.

Robin found that the taste of piss in her mouth wasn’t as bad as the taste of her own shit. Not only that: the piss flavor helped to lessen the shit taste a bit. We took turns pissing in her mouth whenever she asked us to. (She drank A LOT of piss.) She still gagged quite a bit while re-sucking the first fifteen guys or so. But after that, it was all fun. Often, Robin would have one guy ramming her throat at the same time another guy was ramming her ass. She felt like she was in the middle of a piston engine. 

The other girls took breaks from time to time… but not Robin. They’d come over and kneel by her and cheer her on. JoAnne tried the taste of a cock straight out of Robin’s bum, but she gagged right away and withdrew. Another guy immediately offered his clean cock for her to suck and she gratefully accepted that. 

It started getting cool again about eight o’clock, so Robin changed back into her sweater and jeans (but still wore her sneakers). She lowered her pants briefly to take each cock up the ass, but then someone helped her pull them back up and buckle them once she was sucking again, so her bum didn’t get too cold.

Greg and I and the video guy took enough pictures for a month of updates. Robin was exhausted that night, but insisted on blowing Greg and me by the fire before bed.

The next morning, JoAnne sucked me again, as did Sarah and the weather girl. And it all was great. But no one can ever compare to what Robin did that weekend. She told us all the way home in the car that it was all just so much fun. And that she wants to top it next time!

Wow!