The instructor (19)

In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as you did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.

This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.

*** The picture was borrowed from

womansoldierContinued from… The instructor (18)

Someone took Zoe’s hand and she was led to walk a couple of paces. Holding her by her shoulders, the person turned her around and pushed her backward. Her buttocks touched something hard. A table? The person helped her onto the semi-hard surface. Zoe found that she could hold onto the sides of the surface and realized that she wasn’t on a table, but probably on a gurney. She had no time to think about this. Hands started touching her again. Her breasts, her legs, her pussy, her head, her stomach. A finger slipped into her wetness.

“She’s very wet,” a female voice said and at the same time soft lips touched her labia and a warm tongue flicked over her clitoris. Zoe sighed, her mouth open. At the same time two fingers were pushed into her mouth.
“Suck,” a man said.
Zoe sucked on the fingers as if they were a cock.
“Turn your head,” the same voice said when the fingers were pulled out of her mouth. Zoe knew what was coming: the fingers were replaced by a cock. The sensation of sucking and being sucked at the same time was intensified when a third person pulled and twitched her nipples. Zoe’s brain struggled to keep up with all that was happening. She heard Hannah’s loud moans a couple of times when orgasms overwhelmed her and sometimes she did not even recognize her own voice when she climaxed.

Zoe lost count of the number of cocks she had sucked, the number of times she had swallowed and how many men had fucked her. Her pussy had a faint dull ache in it from all the penetrations it had to endure, but Zoe seemed insatiable. The moment one cock pulled out of her, she ached for the next one to take it’s place. Some cocks she got in her mouth were flaccid and then Zoe sucked them until they were hard. The owners of those hard cocks either decided to fuck her mouth or to bury their cocks in her wet and overflowing pussy.

“Help me,” Zoe heard a male voice close to her. It did not sound urgent; it was only a request. She heard some metal clicking sounds and gasped when the gurney she was lying on was lowered a fraction. Hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upward until her head was hanging over the edge of the gurney. Two hands gripped the sides of her head and a hard cock was pushed into her mouth. Zoe tried to accommodate it, but soon she was struggling for air. She tried to turn her head from side to side and managed to gulp some air. The cock relentlessly fucked her mouth. Spit run over her cheeks towards her ears and hair. Zoe gagged on the cock, struggle against the tight hold, but not once did she think about asking the man to stop. Semen joined the spit on her cheeks when the man climaxed and Zoe didn’t manage to swallow everything.

The man stepped away from Zoe and immediately she sensed another presence close by. Zoe expected her mouth to be filled again, but instead of that the gurney was lowered some more and labia touched her lips. She knew what was expected of her. Zoe’s tongue traced the lines of the labia and flicked over the clitoris. She strained her neck to reach the clitoris. The woman crouching over her lower herself some more. She had her hands on Zoe’s breasts, literally holding onto them to keep her balance. Zoe enjoyed the pressure on her breasts in combination with the taste of another woman. As her own excitement grew, the woman started bucking her hips and moved her crotch over Zoe’s face, smearing her juices all over. She moaned loud when Zoe sucked hard on her clitoris and climaxed.

For several moments after the woman was gone, no one came to Zoe. She did not hear Hannah either. There was a soft murmur of voices, either because the owners of those voices were on the other side of a huge room or they were deliberately talking in low voices. She lay there listening to the voices for a long time before someone spoke next to her.
“Come on, sit up,” a woman said and helped Zoe.
Zoe’s neck felt stiff, since she had been left with her head hanging over the side of the gurney. She sat up and then heard another female voice.
“Okay, turn around. Right, the gurney is right behind you. Sit down next to your friend.”
She felt a soft body and realized that Hannah had been brought to sit next to her.
“Hold out your hands,” a third voice spoke. This time it was a man.
Zoe held her hands out and was grateful when she felt a glass being pushed into it.
“Drink and rest for a bit,” the man said. “We are not done with you two yet.”

To be continued… The instructor (20)

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