"Ok, fellows, there are only two rules - one, if you're in her pussy, you're in
a rubber. Don't worry, I brought plenty. And two, you gotta cum ON her face or
IN her mouth, ok?" The cheers rang out around us. I grinned down at my somewhat
helpless wife, Devon. But, I guess maybe I should start at the beginning. My
lovely wife of 26 has a somewhat bizarre nature. She likes rough, kinky sex, but
only when she's restrained and can't resist. I guess that makes it seem less of
a voluntary thing for her, and it's easier to justify (as if you needed to
justify rough, kinky sex, eh?) She didn't mind almost anything done to her, as
long as she was bound in some way and couldn't resist. This has led to some
rather wild times, as I'm sure you can imagine, and I thought I'd tell you about
one of them. We'd been driving along the interstate for some time, looking for
one thing in particular. Our state has recently been utilizing prison labor for
road-side cleanup and maintenance, and we thought we might find a bus full of
convicts and see what came up, so to speak. After about 45 minutes, we passed
the signs that said "Road Maintenance Ahead", and Devon started to squirm in her
seat. She couldn't do much else. She had on a short brown leather miniskirt that
stopped at mid thigh. Just high enough so that when she sat down or bent over,
you could see the sexy tops of her thigh-high stockings. She had on a teenager's
red tube-top that did little to restrain her 36C breasts, unencumbered as they
were by a bra or anything like it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and
she had a small ball gag in her mouth. In the back seat was our "Head-Lock" , as
we called it. This was a nifty little gadget that I'd cranked out in my
workshop. It was like a pack frame that started at her shoulders and extended up
about four inches above the top of her head. Padded restraints on the frame
fitted snugly to either side of her head, below her chin, and across the top of
her head. Two small straps separated by chrome bars split across her face, and
when she was strapped into it, the device had the effect of completely locking
her skull in a fixed position. The small straps acted to force her mouth open
and not allow her to close it. She has perfected the art of swallowing (almost
anything·) without closing her mouth, and if you think that's easy, you should
try it sometime with a mouth full of (well, you fill in the blanks·) About the
only thing she could perform with any body part above her neck was close her
eyes. After a few hundred yards, we saw the bright blue buses off to the side of
the road. There were two of them. I pulled the car up behind the last one,
rolled down the window on Devon's side of the car, then got out, locked the
doors, and walked up to the door at the front of the bus I was behind. "Hey,
how're you doing?" I nonchalantly asked the burly (aren't they all?) guard,
sitting on the lower step with a riot gun cradled across his lap. I think I
scared him out of his daydream a bit. "Hey, man, what'cha doin'? Who're you?" he
grunted, fingering the gun nervously. I held up my hands, palms out. "Whoa,
whoa, ease up. No problems here. But I got a proposition for you, if you're
interested." "Huh?" Prison guards are not usually noted for their snappy
conversational abilities. "See that car back there?" "Yeah" "See the woman in
it?" He craned his neck back to look in the window. Devon's long red hair was
blowing out the window, but you could still see in. Her gorgeous face looked
back at him. "Yeah - not bad, buddy." "Well, she'd like to do her part for
convict rehabilitation and, shall we say, relief of tension. " "What?" Man, this
guy was dull. "SHE'D LIKE TO FUCK ALL YOUR PRISONERS! You too, if you're
interested." That got his attention. "You shittin' me?" "Nope. Go ask her
yourself." He did. He ambled back to the car, stuck his head in the window, and
I could see him ask Devon something. Whatever he asked her, she must have
answered correctly, because he straightened back up, turned to me, and smiled
broadly. He walked back up to the front of the bus where I waited for him. "Ok,
man, if that's your thing. Tell ya what, it's about time to break for lunch.
There's a roadside pull-out about 2 miles up the road that's for official
vehicles only. Meet us up there. I'll get the prisoners rounded up." I nodded
and walked back Devon. "What'd he ask you?" I said, as I started the car and
pulled out on the highway. "Mmm mmm". Ooops. Forgot the ball gag. I reached over
and unstrapped it. "He asked me did I want to fuck and suck all his guys. I just
nodded." Dev said, after massaging her jaw for a second. "How many are there,
anyway?" "Looks like about 40 or so, babe. You're gonna get the shit fucked out
of you today, that's for sure·" I grinned over at her. "Yeah, and you love it,
you bastard·" she scowled half-heartedly. We reached the pull-out and I drove
the car to the very end of it and turned it around facing the road. While we
waited, I let her give me head. She's very, very good at it. In about 10
minutes, the two buses rumbled in to the dirt and pulled sideways next to each
other. "Showtime, baby. Let's go." I pulled her head, reluctantly, off my cock
and got out to help her out of the car. After she was out, I reached back and
grabbed the "Head-Lock". I made a big scene of lowering it down over her
shoulders and attaching and tightening all the straps. When I was done, her face
was locked straight ahead, her head unable to move up or down, or to either
side. Her lovely mouth gaped open about 3 inches. I reached into her bag, found
the lipstick tube, and applied a fresh coat over her slightly sweaty lips.
"Here, you rubbed a little bit off on me. Gotta look good for all the guys, eh?"
I grinned. I reached into the car, grabbed the video camera, took her elbow and
we walked up to the buses. I met my friend the guard. "Ok, let's go to the back
and get going, shall we? Don't want to keep the guys waiting." We walked down
the narrow aisle of the bus. The men in there could only gape at us. There was
about a 70-30 split of blacks and Latinos and white guys. The all looked fairly
tough, as I guess most prisoners do. I could feel Devon's excitement start to
mount. When we got to the rear of the bus, I saw that it was set up just as I'd
hoped. There was a long bench seat across the entire rear door, about 7 feet
long. The guys sitting back there got up as we arrived, and moved out of our way
up the aisle. I sat Devon down on the back bench. I motioned for her to stand
back up. When she did, I reached out and pulled her miniskirt off. The second
her shaved cunt came into view, the guys around us hooted and hollered like
maniacs. I guess most of them hadn't seen live pussy for quite a while. Devon
reddened, but didn't resist. Then I set her back down again. "Can I borrow a
couple sets of cuffs from somebody? We only brought one pair." I said,
chuckling. The guard handed over a set of his. I cuffed Devon's wrists to bars
on either side of the seat, and pulled her feet out. She was half-laying,
half-sitting on the bench, her ass just on the edge of it and her arms held out
to either side. Then I cuffed her ankles to the bottom rails of the seats in
front of us. Now she was pretty effectively restrained from any movement. I left
her tube top on, for various reasons. She has very sensitive nipples, with
rings, and I was concerned about some of the guys getting a little rough with
her if we weren't careful. Besides, its fun to watch her suck the sperm out of
her clothes during the ride home. I made my announcement about the rules as I
set up the camera. I always captured all our adventures on tape, and had quite a
library building up back home. "Line up, one by one, and have fun, ok?" I
grinned over at them. And so it started. In about thirty seconds, we had a bus
full of hard cocks looking to empty their stored up loads in and on my lovely
wife. I looked down at her and winked. "Thirsty, dear?" She nodded as best she
could, knowing what kind of drink she'd soon be tasting. I reached into her bag
and handed the first lucky guy a rubber. He walked up and with hardly any
preliminaries, shoved the first of many hard cocks right up Devon's snatch. She
was already wet, as I knew she would be. I turned the camera on, and sat back to
watch. The first guy lasted about 3 minutes before he pulled himself out of her
with an audible "plop" and stood up, stripping the rubber off his cock. He aimed
it well. The first jizz jet of the day landed right along side Devon's wide open
mouth and fell in a long stripe of white up her cheekbone and across her eyes
into her forehead. She grunted and orgasmed. I've gotten her trained so well.
Four more jets of hot cum rained down on her before the guy was empty. Two of
them he managed to shoot straight into her mouth. I looked in as he stepped away
and watched her swallow roughly. "Good girl, that's what we want." I love women
who swallow, and Devon could drink cum like it was water. The next three guys
were pretty much the same route, a couple of minutes thrusting deeply into my
bride's wet pussy, then a quick withdrawal and a jerk-off in her face. One guy
did manage to shoot six good sized wads of nut-juice into Dev's mouth before he
was finished. I watched as one huge gob of solid slime clung to her top teeth a
few seconds before it dripped down into the pool of white sauce simmering in her
jaws. I could feel my cock get hard. We all watched her swallow again, her
Adam's apple bobbing in her neck. I could just imagine the wad of wet stuff
sliding down her slim throat and dripping into her stomach. The fifth guy asked
if her ass was available. Well, it was, kind of, since her hips hung over the
edge of the seat like that. "Sure, " I said, "just let me prop her up a bit. We
scrounged up a small pad of foam and I slid it under her hips, bringing the
little brown and red pucker of her rectum into view, and accessibility.
"Rubber?" the guy asked. I looked down at Devon. The best she could do was roll
her eyes back and forth. No. "Nah, just stick it in there. You might want to
juice up a bit first, though." He did. He unwrapped a good sized cock and slid
it right into the balls up Devon's clasping cunt tunnel. He slid it back and
forth a bit, you could hear the sluuuurp schluuup" noise it made. After a minute
or two, he pulled it out and placed the head of his cock at my wife's asshole.
Then he pushed it in, about four inches all at once. "Unnnnnhgg" she grunted in
pain/pleasure. Devon didn't often go in for anal play, but sometimes I thought
she enjoyed it in these kinds of situations. Even nastier than normal, I guess.
He slid in and out of her ass several times, each time going a little deeper in
and a little farther out. Finally, he began sawing his entire cock, probably a
good eight inches worth, in and out of my honey's hiney. "Hey, dude, I bet
that's better than Faggot George's butt, eh?" rang out a voice from farther back
in the line. Everybody around laughed at that. "Huhh..Yeah·.huhh·this·.bitch·is·tight·as·a·muthafucker"
he grunted between strokes, each word punctuated by a bottoming out in Devon's
bottom. She was grunting and groaning with each thrust, and I'm sure was near
another climax when the guy suddenly pulled out and slid up towards her mouth.
I'm not sure if he planned to slip his slimy shaft between her semenized lips or
not, but I said it anyway. "She really doesn't like the taste of shit, so keep
it out of her mouth, ok?" I needn't have worried. His cock spit a huge rope of
sperm right at her face before I even finished the sentence. It struck midway
across her forehead and splattered right into her flaming red hair. The next jet
bounced off her nose and splattered in half a dozen globs all over her cheeks.
Then he drooled a long, drippy, slimy mass of it right into her open mouth. By
now the semen on her face was really starting to pile up. Since the padding
around her cheeks and chin didn't let it slide off, there was nothing for it to
do but slowly puddle up where the cushions met her skin. There was a good
tablespoon or two on the right side of her face, and at least that much if not
more on the left side. The puddle at her chin was just under the lower lip
already. I had cleverly molded the padding so that it would tend to puddle any
moisture on her face up or over towards her mouth. Hell, I'd seen her once after
about 60 guys came on her face, and she could barely be seen under the mask of
white. It almost looked like plaster of Paris, with just her nose and eyebrows
poking up out of the sperm lake. She had to continually swallow it as it dripped
into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the sperm in her mouth and
swallowed again as her first ass-fucker moved away. He looked at me, grinned,
and winked. "I'll be back." he said. "Fine by me!" I responded with a laugh. The
next guy wanted something a bit different. He was a bit smaller than the other
guys, and clambered up until he was straddling her chest. "I wanna fuck her
face, man." "Go for it." He slid his cock right into her mouth. Now, I should
tell you that Devon, in her young life, has mastered the art and science of deep
throating like no other woman I've seen. I've watched her take huge eleven and
twelve inch cocks right down her throat and milk them with her tonsils without
even missing a beat. She somehow manages to breath through her nose and open up
her throat to any size invader. This guy started moving back and forth, slowly
at first, then when he realized that Devon was taking it all without a whimper,
started speeding up faster and faster. He grabbed the chrome bars of the "Head
Lock" behind her ears, and started viscously fucking her in the mouth. His ass
moved back and forth like it was attached to a motor. After a few seconds, a
foamy white froth built up around her lips as she sucked for all she was worth.
I knew that the inside of her mouth was full of tongue and cock and semen and
saliva. The froth dripped down her cheeks. Sweat started to bead on her
forehead, watering down the sperm on it, making it slide downwards over her
eyebrows and across the bridge of her nose. Then the guy slid slowly all the way
into her mouth. We could see the outline of his cock halfway down her neck. "Ahhhhh·.Christ·I'mm·cumin'..cummin'..cummin'.."
I guess he was cumming. We watched his ass cheeks clench seven times. Seven
times his cock spat a wet slime of sperm into my wife's stomach. We call this a
"Direct Deposit". Slowly, he pulled himself out of her mouth, gasping like a
gaffed carp. "Oh shit that felt good, man." "Glad you liked it" I looked down at
Devon and grinned. She was gasping for air herself. The rim of white froth
around her mouth looked like somebody had sprayed her with a foam fire
extinguisher. "Next!" I called out. It went on like that for about 20 minutes.
Guys would fuck her pussy or mouth, occasionally her ass, and cum on her face or
in her mouth. The sperm on her face started really adding up now. I'd forgotten
how pent up some guys get in prison, I guess. So had Devon, I'm sure. She was
really getting filled up. She swallowed as much as she could, when she could.
She came probably about a dozen times in that first half hour. As the time went
on, and the guy's lunch break was ending, the guard, who had been about number
15 or so, came up to me. "Hey, man, we gotta be getting back to work pretty
soon. The inspectors come along and if we're not out there, I'll get hell when I
get back to the prison. " "Yeah, I can see that. OK, guys, speed it up a bit.
Some of you may not have time to fuck her or anything. But feel free to jerk off
and cum in her face or mouth if you'd like. There's room on either side of her
if you want to climb up on the seat, you know." That gave them an idea. There
were still about 20 guys in line in the bus, and I could tell that the last ten
or so would never make it in time. I saw the guys in back messing around with
something, but couldn't really see what it was. I didn't care, I was too busy
watching my wife get fucked. We went through about three sets of three guys at
once, one in her pussy or ass and two on either side of her. They'd all manage
to try to cum at the same time and plaster Devon's face with three funky sperm
shots, one right after the other. Her face was covered by now. Sperm lay in
trails all up and down her cheeks and across her forehead and in her hair. There
were droplets drooling down her chin and rolling off to either side of her nose,
and all the time it was being fed into her mouth as well. I'd don't know if
you've ever seen a woman who's just taken nine fucking cum shots in her face
within the space of about five minutes, but believe me, it can be a real mess.
Especially when some of these guys hadn't drained their balls for some time, as
was the case. Every time she swallowed, we'd watch with interest as her throat
bobbed up and down and we imagined the sperm flowing down into her stomach. She
loves to swallow cum, as I've said before, but usually only when it seems like
she's forced to. Strange gal. Finally, the guard blew his whistle and announced
that they'd have to be going back, and for everybody to "finish up, you fuckers,
and get the fuck back to work." The last guy in her pussy pulled out, jerked his
cock a few times and shot several streamers of sperm up over her tube top and
across her immobile face. Cum was drooling out of her nose and laying in long
thin streams all over her face by now. Then the guys at the back of the line
came up. "Hey, man, have her drink this. It's the best we could do." One of them
held something out to me. It was the tin cup that they use for getting water
from one of the large thermos jugs. Three guesses as to what was in it. No,
Chocolate Yoo-Hoo isn't right. There was at least five or six ounces of bubbly,
frothy, slimy, lumpy semen. A cum cocktail. I took the cup and turned to Devon
with it. I watched her eyes widen in alarm. She knew even without looking what
it contained. I could see her try to pull back away, but her cuffed arms and
legs rather prevented that. "C'mon, babe, one last sip for the guys. Shall I
just pour it right in, or should I slowly drool it in your hot slut mouth for
you?" I chuckled. She couldn't answer, of course. I decided to pour it right in,
all at once and see how filled her mouth got before she swallowed it. I adjusted
the camera to make sure we got a close-up, then leaned over her and upended the
cup. The sperm splashed down into her mouth, splashing out again all over her
lips and chin and nose, then filled her mouth. I saw her tongue working to swish
it around, then she swallowed once, twice, and a third time to finally clear it
all out. I peeked in. The inside of her mouth was still clotted with a fine
white sheen of sperm, as was her tongue. But she managed to keep it all in,
trouper that she is. I put the cup down on the sheet, reached out and fingered
her clit through three or four orgasms for her. Finally, we finished up. The
guys all stood around as I uncuffed her and helped her slowly stand up. She was
stiff and sore and could hardly stand without support. Cum drooled and dripped
down off her face onto her chest, dotting the tube top with wet spots from
nipple to nipple. I unhooked the "Head Lock" and slowly pulled it up and off her
head. The guys all cheered lustily as she shook her head from side to side to
unkink her neck muscles. "...gawd....fuckin'....damn!" she croaked hoarsely,
then smiled at me weakly. I knew she'd had a good time. We walked back up the
aisle of the bus to the cheers and yells of the now-satisfied prisoners. On the
way back to the car I held her arm to keep her from trippping, the camera, the
"Head Lock" and her skirt in my other hand. "You know, honey, I think I know
where we can spend our vacation next month...." I whispered. "..Um, where...?"
"I hear there's a very nice tourist attraction up in upstate New York. I think
it's called....oh yeah. Attica?" Devon just groaned. I smiled. The end.
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