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There Are No Limits, Part 3″I’m not doing it.” Sheridan said. “A thousand times, no!” The five of us-Me, Sheridan, Bonds, Woodard, and Maurice-were all sitting at a round wooden booth at Kent’s Restaurant-not a good idea if you’re six cops in good physical condition-discussing Martinez’s offer. I rolled my eyes. “Eric, you’re being an idiot. Since when do you turn down free sex?” Sheridan’s big fist crashed onto the table, but when people looked over at him, he smirked and said “sorry. Roaches.” One old woman blanched and turned away, and we turned back inward. Sheridan looked at all of us and said “Look. There’s no way in hell I’m going to follow you loons in banging this girl. I also don’t want to see you guys’ asses.” Bonds, with his bookish demeanor, decided to put in a word “Listen, Eric, wear a blindfold, then. Jesse wants us to do this, and I’m all for it. I’ve never actually participated in a gangbang before, and I hear it’s quite…interesting.” Sheridan looked at him with an expression approaching bemusement but tinging with horror. “Terrence, as much fun as that sounds, I’m taking a pass.” “The hell you are.” I finally said, my patience thinned to the snapping point. “You’re going to do this because Jesse asked us to, and if you don’t, I’m telling Captain Fox you got a handjob from Daniela in the back of the car in the alley over on Waveland.” Sheridan snorted but held his tongue. I went on. “It’ll be a good experience for all of us. Frankly, while I don’t think this is going to go off without a hitch, I don’t have anything to do until Sara comes back from Jacksonville.”That’s when Woodard turned to look at Sheridan “You got a handjob from WHO?” “Daniela” I put in gleefully. “The one who carries the hammer in her purse and likes to top the black guys?” he went on. “I might end up fucking her one day. She’s been giving me the eye.” “Yeah,” I replied, “it’s called the evil eye.” “Fuck you, Tonio.” “No, I’m serious. She thinks we’re all assholes except this fucktard right here (pointing at Sheridan) Ironically, he’s the biggest dickhead out of all of us.” Sheridan: “And I have the biggest dick out of all of you.” We all stopped and looked at him. He did raise a good point. But then Bonds shocked us. “No you don’t. I do.” Shit. I realized this was going to be a problem. “Eric, Terrence, here’s what we’re going to do. Saturday we’re going to bang this girl into oblivion, because we don’t have a choice. But, we’re going to do it together.” Sheridan’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Are you fucking stupid, Tonio?” I shook my head. “Nope. I have a good reason. Because if we do this shit by size, we’re going to be resentful as shit with each other and we need to walk away from this without anyone feeling any different from when they walked in. So, if anyone has a problem with this, you can walk away now.” I put my fist out. “But if you’re in, give me a damn fist bump and we’ll spit -roast her til she’s well done on Saturday.” Maurice, who hasn’t said a word, was first. His knuckles crashed into mine. Then Terry. Woodard, who was going to drive us there, hit mine with a solid thunk. Finally we all looked at Sheridan. He looked at us with a flash of anger, then damn near punched the bone out of my wrist. “Good” I said. Then I smiled. “And bring your foreplay tongues, men. We’re going to lick her in all the ways possible.” Saturday dawned clear and warm. It was going to be a 70-degree day, but as I stood under the shower head with my face in my hands, I realized that maybe I had written a check I couldn’t cash. What if any of them backed out. Would one of us do double duty? Would the whole thing be called off? As I got into my chinos and blue polo shirt, my cell phone rang. I answered it and Woodard said “I’m outside. You’re the last one we picked up.” I locked up and went outside with a plastic bag in my hand. We drove in silence to Jesse’s apartment on Kent and Prescott, and then, like clowns alighting from an absurdly tiny car, we all piled out and, shoulder to shoulder, walked toward his door. I looked at the others, who were all stone-faced. Behind us, Woodard turned the car around and drove off. Sheridan rang the bell and before a three-count had passed, Martinez popped the door open. “Guys! Hey, come on in!” It was as if yalova escort we were going to a poker game, not a gangbang. As we walked in behind him, he nodded to four drinks that stood on his island table. “I made you guys something to take the nervousness off.” I took one and Sheridan and I downed ours in one gulp as Martinez walked into the living room. “Now, guys, I know this might be difficult, and thanks for it. I think” -as he spoke, Connie came into the room behind him wearing a blanket- “you’ll enjoy it. Take a seat.” As the four of us sat on the extra long couch, she let the blanket drop. Bonds actually gasped. She wore a white garter belt set-bra, panties, the works- but that wasn’t the part that Bonds gasped about. It was this: Her body shone like a star, the light gleaming off of her. Bonds started to stand up but I put my hand on his chest. As I did, she began to dance. Seductively she moved her hips, her behind jiggling so sexily that my dick actually began to lengthen in my pants. Sheridan arched an eyebrow as if he was jaded, but I saw the crotch of his pants begin to rise. He wasn’t fooling anyone. She stepped up on the low table and continued to dance even as she, in one deft motion, unhooked her bra, which fell to the floor, and those lovely breasts were revealed to the four of us. But then she covered them and looked at the four of us. As the drink began to take over, each of us were in various stages of tumescence. She smiled in such a hot way that I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a tiny wet spot appear on the front of Bonds’ jeans. She uncovered her breasts and, as they jumped around, moved slowly over to Bonds and pushed a nipple into his mouth. He was so stunned that he actually stared at her breast through his glasses before he took the nipple in his mouth and began to suckle on it. Sheridan, without looking, handed his glass to Martinez, who refilled it and handed it back also without looking. We were all mesmerized. She pulled Bonds’ shirt over his head and they began to kiss hotly, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Sheridan stood up and took off his own shirt, the muscles in his chest bunched as he held his breath watching her tongue fuck Bonds’ mouth. He slowly walked over to her and began to kiss the back of her neck, biting gently at it. I leaned forward as the two of them ravished her neck, her growling like a panther as she took it. They lowered her to the bed and both attacked her breasts, Sheridan taking the left nipple between his front teeth and Bonds sucking hard on the right one. As he pulled away to catch his breath, a little spot of milk appeared on the nipple.When I saw this, my dick pulsed as it grew harder. Maurice came in from the right and began kissing her stomach, the drink intoxicating us. “What did you put in these fucking drinks?” I whispered to Martinez as my own shirt came off. “You’ll find out,” he said, chuckling. I walked over to her and began running my tongue around her ankle, moving up her leg toward her crotch. From the corner of my eye, I saw Martinez begin undressing himself, his hand at his crotch. The four of us all met at her panties and then all looked up at each other. We all four smiled, then, using my teeth, I pulled her panties off. Bonds dove on her cock-son of a bitch, he was faster!” and took it into his mouth. His inexperience showed, however, as he only got it partway into his mouth before he suckled at it, and the noise was slightly distracting. As he did so, Sheridan stood up and moved up to her mouth, taking his jeans and boxers off in one movement, and we all stared at his dick for a second in shock. Even she looked apprehensive. His dick had to be about eleven inches long, sloped to the left, and the thing was as thick as a fucking bat handle. “It’s good,” he said. “It’s gonna be fine.” “The hell.” I thought. If we let him fuck her first none of us will be able to stay in. As that happened, Bonds took off his own pants and I nearly cried. His was also about eleven inches long and center-sloped, thickness of a doorknob. “It’s a tie.” I panted. “You two assholes go last.” Sheridan didn’t argue for once. I pulled Connie to her feet and said “Now, we’re gonna pleasure you.” Maurice moved around behind her and, dropping to his knees, began to escort yalova worship her round booty with all the enthusiasm of the newly converted. Sheridan stood up on the futon and his eyes rolled back as Connie fought her gag reflex to get him down her throat. She didn’t fight hard enough. She ejected his dick and looked up at him. His eyes opened and the desire in them was so palpable it almost took on a physical form. Now I knew why he hadn’t wanted to do this. Suddenly I noticed Connie’s pretty cock was lengthening and about to come. “MAURICE!” I growled. “Stop!” “I can’t” he growled back “her ass tastes too good…” and then this son of a bitch fell back on his haunches and fucking came. He sprayed the back of her legs with juice…but his erection stayed. That’s when I knew. “You fucking spiked our drinks with Cialis!” Jesse started to laugh but he didn’t deny it. I forgot how much Connie enjoys getting eaten out. I wiped her legs off but she hadn’t come. She was still hard, though, as she tried to deepthroat Sheridan and fucking succeeded. As she did, though, Sheridan grunted “fuck…” and HE sprayed into her mouth. Bonds was sucking at her but wasn’t quite there yet. He had given up on the blowjob and was teabagging her. Sheridan was gazing down at her, and then he smiled. I didn’t like this smile, because it meant the bastard was going to keep doing his own thing. “Fucker, it’s my turn.” Dropping to my own knees, I looked up at Connie, who looked back down at me with those brown eyes glazed over. I looked at her prick waving in my face, and then, went down HARD on it til it touched the back of my throat. As I began to suck her off, Maurice, the son of a bitch, had recovered and was trying to shove me out of the way. “Get the bag” I grunted at him when I pulled off her cock. He pulled out a big bag of gummi bears. He looked at it, then at me. I simply smiled evilly at him. “Open it.” Sheridan had lay down on the floor with that erection pointing in the air like a damn rocket ship. I had him where I wanted him. :”Connie” I said hoarsely, “we’re gonna show these boys how to eat your pussy.” As I said this, I took five gummi bears and, using my mouth to wet them, pushed them gently into her ass, and then, using my strength, picked her up and, as I kissed her, lowered her slowly onto Sheridan’s face. He was too weak to resist, and as he began to taste her, like a bee trying to kill the new queen and failing, he stopped struggling. The magnificent globes of her ass began to move in rhythm as she growled “come on, you big motherfucker, eat your bitch out.” Oh, fuck, I thought as I watched this, not realizing I was fucking beating my dick at how hot this looked. As I did, Connie started yowling, and her penis began to throb, and as it did, Sheridan’s began waving like a flag. Then she shot all over both me and Sheridan, gritting her teeth and groaning. I looked at Bonds, who quietly growled as he came simply from watching her orgasm. That left me. But first…I pulled her off of Sheridan, who looked at me with murder in his eyes, and positioned her doggy style on the futon. I wet my cock, which very nearly made me come, and drove it into her. She dropped her head and growled, and began pushing back at me. I barely made it four thrusts before I pulled out and let go of a gusher that nailed her right in the back of the head. As I pulled off, Maurice stood up with his own cock in the breeze, and he fell on her also from behind. He began driving his dick hard into her, which she met with a grunt and right back into him. This lasted for about three minutes (they made it to top speed pretty quickly) before she shouted. “Yes, baby, creampie! I want your joy juice!so deep!” Maurice fucking screamed. He fucking screamed so loud I hoped the neighbors didn’t call…well, us. And then his dick began flexing like crazy as he unloaded in her what seemed like a gallon of semen. He shot so hard I knew he was finished for the evening, Cialis or no Cialis. When he pulled out we heard and saw a really erotic cumfart from Connie and my dick woke right the fuck back up. As Maurice dropped onto his back, I looked at Bonds..but he had a weird expression on his face. One I hadn’t seen in a long time. Then he said it. “I want her to fuck me.” yalova escort bayan I think we all looked at him, but no judgment in it.”Are you sure about this?” I asked him. He looked at me for a second, then seeing I meant nothing by the question, said “Yeah. I never have been fucked by a girl before.” Well. This was a new one. I looked at Connie, but I didn’t even need to ask. She already was lubing up her girl stick. Bonds was using the lube on himself. I sighed and looked at Jesse, but he was smiling, which meant he wasn’t going to interfere. This meant I was going last after fucking Sheridan. But, oddly enough, he was on his feet and lubing his dick up too. What was this? He smiled and said “:She’s gonna fuck him. And I’m gonna fuck her while she’s fucking him.” FUCK, I thought, this meant I was going last. Maurice looked up at them, then turned his head as semen droplets escaped the head of his cock. Connie penetrated Bonds and they both sighed. As they did, Sheridan took his cudgel and aimed it at Connie’s welcoming still-dripping hole. As he slowly pushed in, Connie bit her lip to muffle a scream. I didn’t know how to feel, but as she plunged in and out of Bonds in the missionary position, Sheridan was taking her from behind. Her hole wasn’t clinging to his dick, it was overpowered by it. The man was not lying. As they fucked, Jesse had his cock out stroking it, and it was really, really hot. Connie then hollered. “Oh…oh,..oh…I’m cumming…so good…” And she deposited her own joy juice in Bonds, who sighed as he blasted without touching himself, a seven-squirter that coated his chest and neck. Sheridan’s dick started flexing as he unloaded his own cock in her, but he was no screamer. He sighed like an old man sitting in a low chair as his cock pushed his swimmers deep up in her. Then he pulled the damn pipe out of her…and she didn’t cumfart this time. It was too far in her. Sheridan fell back against the wall as Connie stood up, thinking she was done. Then she turned…and saw me. The only one who was still in the game, not counting Jesse, who was deliberately NOT in the game. She looked at me, then at my cock, then said. “God, I want your cum.” Then she turned that beautiful ass toward me, and, grabbing my cock, sank it into her. I closed my eyes to keep myself from blowing, because I know what I wanted from her. She rode my dick hard, impatiently, trying to get me to blow inside her. That would be three of the four of us. She stopped just before it happened. Waited. Moved a few more times, just her hips. Stalked my orgasm. Waited for it to drop back to manageable levels, the non-danger zone. Then she said. “When I have my baby, I wonder which of you will be the father. Look at all this jizz you guys put in me. I want more. I want all of your babies. I can feel that big fat stick about to make me a baby mama. I’m gonna be so pregnant after tonight.””FUCK ME!” I screamed as the orgasm roared through my dick and up into her hole. I beat my head against the floor and yelled incoherently as rope after rope after rope flowed up my shaft and into her. I was in shock as my pulse count reached nine, and then I finally felt myself returning to normal. She stood up, and, in five strokes, dribbled her last, sexy load off onto my stomach. I felt my eyes roll back in my head. Martinez stood up and HE fucking came on my stomach. Of course, I didn’t see that because my eyes were rolled back in my head. Connie went into the bathroom, and Martinez stood looking at us as we got dressed. No one said a word, but it wasn’t out of embarrassment or shock…we had just experienced something we were never, ever going to again…mindblowing sex where four big, tough Chicago cops (Of which, I might point out, at 5’10 230 I’m the smallest) got worked over by a five foot, four-inch transwoman. As Woodard drove us back to my apartment, we were all silent (and sore) but all happy as pigs in slop. As we drove, Sheridan, in the front passenger seat, said “You all know I was right, right?” All of us started laughing and slapping his head, telling him he was an idiot but in a good way. I was still laughing when I opened the front door to the apartment building after bidding them goodbye…but the laughter died quick. For, wearing a black leather jacket, was Miranda…the girl who had poured her drink on me at Waters’. We stared at each other, then I asked..”What…who are you here to see?” And she answered so quickly I knew she was expecting the question “You.” End Part Three.

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