Florida Storm Orgy 2- the garden gate party
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Florida Vacation Orgy 2-the Garden gate party cajuncock
That night I ate early, showered as best I could and wore just a jock, and grabbed a bottle of rum. I went to the designated gate, knocked, and found it unlocked. Tiki torchs lite the path to the pool and patio. I was greeted by the sight of naked bodies of all ages. My host welcomed me and took me to the buffet table laddened with grilled meats, fruit, and seafood. I grabbed a few bits to be polite and a glass of punch, to which my bottle of rum had been added. I recognized a few men from the Ramrod and a few from my guest house. Casual talk was often interrupted with strokes of cocks for emphasis to lude stories of past storm adventures. After a few cups of punch and a toke of various pipes, I was ready for some hard partying.
It didn't take long for this bunch of horny men to relax and get into the party spirit. Towels were spread around on the patio and grass by the pool. I found myself the center of attention of a group of horny, hairy bears. They were about my age, 40s to 50s, and stoked up for fun. Groups were spread out, sucking, touching, feeling up nipples and ass holes. Poppers were soon shoved under my nose. I did not resist. A pipe was passed around, we all took a hit from it. It was some powerful, local weed. I felt myself floating as I lay down between the men with hard, dripping cocks. One bear strattled my head, knees one either side. He offered me another hit of poppers before leaning over to place the tip of his fat cock at my lips. I opened wide and took the head into my mouth. I licked around, cleaning all of his pre, tasting the his sweet offering. Another hairy bear knelt next to my waist sucking on my stiff tool.
As I began to enjoy their attentions, I felt my legs being lifted and spread open. A tongue soon began to make the journey to my exposed hole, lapping at the waiting hot spot. It wasn't long before a single lubed finger replaced the tongue. Then a second was added. They scissored my hole open wide pleasuring me as they did. Another toke on the pipe and an offered hit of the poppers made me receptive to anyone who wanted to use me. The man I'd been sucking moved away only to reappear between my open legs. Smoothly and with a soft moan he pushed foward until he was buried balls deep inside me. I gasped at his invasion both from the surprise at his size and from the pleasant feeling of fullness it gave me. I moved my legs to wrap around his hips to let him know I was ready to play whatever game he wanted. He mumbled at the movement of my hips pushing back to his thrusts. Around me I heard the sounds of other men, all being satisfied by their temporary lovers. I was in pig heaven.
My squezzing muscles took only a few minutes to bring my first man off with a roar as he unloaded into my welcoming hole. He moved away only to be replaced by a latino hunk, naked except for the chain link shirt on his chest and cigar in his mouth. He tossed the cigar aside as he slipped into me with the other man's load as lube. His cursing in Spanish and slapping of my butt sent me to new heights. Grabbing my shoulders he pulled me up to a deep kiss. I felt his swet dripping onto my chest making both of us slippery. He pushed me back down, spitting my face as I moaned and begged with desire for his baby batter. I did not have to wait long. With one deep lunge and a scream he came inside me, adding his own load. He smiled and muttered something in Spanish as he dismounted from my body.
But the night was still young. I was turned over and pushed up on to all fours to prepare me for more. A man crawled under me to service my cock, as a large, black man approached. His oversized cock swaying in front as he walked towards me. I looked up at this dark giant of a man as he stood looking down at my well used body. My mouth hung open as I wordlessly begged for his stiff, uncut cock. He stepped over to my rear, pushed three fingers into my moist open hole and yelled "Thanks for getting him ready guys." His fingers were replaced by the slippery head of his cock. His pre was all the lube offered to my gaping hole. He leaned over my back wispering "Baby, I'm going to give you my babies tonight. Before this party is over you'll be following me around begging for this black man's dick again and again." I knew that he meant every word. For over thirty minutes he worked my body in every possible position. I came twice from the pure stimulation of that giant tool working in my body. When he finally unloaded with a roar many in the crowd applauded. He abruptly pulled out and pointed to one of the men watching his performance. Without a word he pointed to the man and then to my gapping hole. The man knew what to do. He dropped to his knees lifting and spreading my legs and proceeded to suck all of the deposited loads from my ass. His splurpping mouth cleaned me completely.
When the rim job was finished my host brought me another glass of the strong punch saying "I think you need this and a shower. It's over there behind the low fence." I drained the large glass and slowly walked over to the shower with men patting my ass as I passed them. The shower and a quick swim refreshed me. I was ready to party some more. One man handed me a little blue pill and a cup of the punch warning me to lay off the poppers for the rest of the night. I really didn't need them anymore. My labido was stoked for the rest of the night. All I needed, really wanted was more cocks. As the night wore on I noticed some more men from the Ramrod entering including the two cops I'd seen earlier in the day. Both were dressed in their full leathers. I noticed men whispering to them and nodding in my direction. They walked over to me and talked for a few minutes. I was stunned my their masculine beauty. Each one took one of my arms and marched me over to the St. Andrews' cross in the corner. They made quick work of strapping me to the contraption. A powerful drink was poured down my throat. I gulped it down without question. I was ready to take whatever they wanted to give me. I felt the light touch of leather on my back, then heard the whip rush through the air before landing on my naked, well used body.
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