I let my cock slide up the crack of her ass, rubbing against the delicate material of her panties.

I took a deep breath of the smoky air. The bar was foggy in the dim light from the haze of a few dozen still-burning cigarettes. But even the sticky, steamy air of the bar seemed to feel cool against the monster that I had long ago released to play from behind his zippered cage.

Just an hour ago, this little bitch had been teasing my cock all over the dance floor of this dive.

My eyes lingered over the flesh of the slut’s ass, so firm, tight, and round. My aching cock twitched when I rubbed it against the warm, silky surface of her backside.

She was one of those fine little Latin mammas, standing about shoulder-high against my six-foot frame. She had on this little mini skirt, and her blouse was so tight that her dark olive tits stood straight ahead, creating enough cleavage for a man to drown in.

With one hand, I massaged the one smooth cheek of her ass, while making sure that she remained firmly in place— bent over a barstool. This hot mama’s skirt had been ripped off her fine little body, along with her blouse and bra. All that was left were stockings and panties, and if I removed the panties now, her ass and snatch would be well-placed to offer up their wares to me.

While my left hand held her immobile— she had long since stopped struggling— I flicked open my pocketknife with my free hand and ran the cold steel of the blade over the curves of her ass. She flinched involuntarily when the blade connected with her flesh.

She had been looking to get fucked.

I moved the blade down to the bottom of her panties and quickly cut open the connecting fabric. Lifting away the loose material, I revealed her clean-shaven pussy to my sight. It looked to me like it was begging to be fucked, all nice and puffy, with its little pouting lips. The fabric was damp.

The assembled throng of twenty or so Marines around me whooped and clapped, indicating their approval when they caught sight of the honey’s exposed cunt.

None of us had seen a woman in three months - we were all horny as hell.

The strangeness of the situation ran through my mind - I thought about how a few minutes before I had forcefully dragged her over to me, slapping her face, calling her a “whore” and a “slut.” Every other one of my companions had felt the same way, but hadn’t dared more than dirty, raunchy remarks while she flashed her tits in their faces.

She must’ve known better than to act that way in a bar full of sex-starved Marines.

She started to say something again, but I smacked her hard on the ass, “Shut the fuck up, you fuckin’ little tease,” I yelled, “There’ll be plenty of opportunity to scream later when I’m fucking your ass!”

The guys egged me on with cheers again.

“What do you think, guys?” I called out to the overeager soldiers, “Do you think she wants it?”

My question was met with a cheerful, enthusiastic chorus of agreement.

I reached my fingers down to her slit to test the proverbial waters. She was wet, no doubt about it.

I forcefully finger-fucked her hole, priming her, while I spoke to the boys, “She’s really wet. Do you think I should give it to her?” I asked them.

“Yeah, man,” one guy shouted.

“Let’s see if the cunt can handle Marine’s cock,” said another.

Most of the guys were shedding their pants and had taken their stiffening boners out, beginning to stroke them in anticipation.

I pulled my shirt off of my sweaty frame and brought my aching boner back to where it really belonged.

Moving my throbbing prick back to the crack of her ass, I sought the opening of her pussy. I used my finger to locate the taut crack. She was so wet. I lifted my finger back to take a taste of her sweet juices.

Then I moved my dick into position and pushed myself between the lips of her slit, allowing her vaginal walls to adjust slowly to my girth. I could feel just in that first inch how snug her little Latin box was.

Slowly I moved in another few inches, indifferent to the cheers of the men around me, encouraging me in my exploration. All I cared about right then was the fantastic feeling I was getting from my hot little mama’s wet cunt.

As though her pussy was a moist velvet glove, I slipped in deeper and deeper in steady thrusts, savoring the contractions of her muscles against my steel shaft.

On the last thrust my rock-solid member entered her to the hilt and I began rhythmically moving in and out, seeking maximum penetration on every thrust.

“Do you like it, whore?” I asked her.

She had no opportunity to answer me back because Murphy had already moved to her head and, grabbing her by the hair, yanking her head back so that he could push himself inside her pouting mouth. His big prick moved in and out in long strokes - fucking her face.

It briefly occurred to me that maybe one of the women who had been in the bar before this started might try and make a fuss, but they had left alone or with a Marine. Even in my sexual stupor I knew that there was no one to help - we were the law in this little part of the third world country we were in and no one cared. As for the Marines, there were at least two MPs and maybe three officers in the bar waiting their turn at this girl. She didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell of help.

She had grabbed my hard-on at the bar and asked me if I was man enough to fuck her.

I felt her contracting around my pistoning shaft and her pussy juice dribbled down my cock and my balls, which slapped against her on each thrust.

I had told her that not only was I man enough to fuck her, but that everyone in the room was.

Murphy gave a long groan, and then started his last few jagged thrusts into her mouth as he poured his cum down her throat.

“That’s it, whore,” he managed to say through an orgasmic fog, “Swallow it all down, bitch!”

I felt my own orgasm building up inside my balls, and I wanted desperately to get the most out of her, so I grabbed the tops of her lacy white stockings that still clung to her shapely legs and pulled her ass even higher, allowing me better access to her sloppy wet depths.

Smith replaced Murphy at the helm, seeking a gentler blowjob, coaxing her to suck him off. With no other real options to contemplate, she obliged him, using her hands to grasp his shaft, teasing his prick with her tongue, and massaging his balls.

I knew this bitch was cumming around my cock, enjoying my ministrations inside her cunt. I felt a rush of moisture as her pussy contracted again, sending streams of her girl-cum to grease my dick and balls.

I consider myself to have good staying power, but finally, I just couldn’t stand anymore in the heat and excitement.

“I’m going to cum inside your pussy, slut!” I told her.

I felt a great swelling in my cock and balls, growing bigger, as I shot off my load in deep thrusts up inside her womb, my cum oozing out between strokes, coating my dick.

When I finished, I pulled out and stepped back to observe my handiwork. My cum was dripping out of her well-fucked pussy, and then it was no time at all until my buddy Peterson moved in to shove himself into the mess I had left behind.

I was spent for a moment, my cock softening to hang limply through my pants.

Peterson was giving her a good going over, pumping his rod into her hole. Smith dropped his load into her mouth with a loud groan of satisfaction and then moved away to be replaced by Jackson. This little fuck muffin must’ve been one hell of a cocksucker, man, ‘cause it was no time at all before Jackson spurted down her throat like a teenage virgin at his first fuck. Hamilton stepped in behind him, giving Jackson a high five as he passed by on his way to her mouth.

Peterson was still in her pussy when LaCrosse asked if he could get some of her ass.

Somewhat reluctantly, Hamilton removed his tool from her mouth as Peterson pulled out of her cunt. The men lifted her up and dragged her over to a ragged old pool table on the other side of the bar.

The rest of the guys and I had removed our pants at this point, so that there were about twenty buck-ass naked soldiers standing around beating their meat to the porn show going on.

“I want to bone her, bro,” said LaCrosse, suddenly giving out instructions. “Dude, you get underneath her and you get up on the table.” He made indications as to what he wanted to happen. Peterson got up on the table and lay down on top of it. Hamilton and LaCrosse hoisted her limp frame up so that she straddled Peterson’s cock, sinking down on top of it. Peterson muscled her body up and down with his big hands until she was in a position where he could thrust up and down inside of her.

LaCrosse, eager to get in on the action, hocked a big wad of spit into his hand and smeared it over his big dick, getting it really slick for his entry. He explored her rosebud for a moment with his thumb and index finger, and then he began to force-feed himself inch by inch inside her. She began screaming at his attack, begging him to stop.

Hamilton had climbed on the table by this point. When she started screaming at LaCrosse’s backdoor penetration, Hamilton smacked her across the face, yanked her head back, and again “offered” his tool back up to her waiting mouth to finish what he’d started before.

LaCrosse took his time in long, slow strokes up her ass, savoring the tight aperture.

Pretty soon, Hamilton came in her mouth, and watching her swallowing Hamilton’s sperm set off Peterson, who, after a very few strokes, began to wildly piston inside her, his dick creating a chain reaction in LaCrosse, who came soon after.

As those guys pulled their softening cocks out of her mouth, pussy, and ass, Campbell flipped her over and pulled her over to the edge of the table, lifting her legs over his shoulder as he slid between the sloppy cunt lips, piercing her.

Her big, swollen tits rolled around on her chest, and Fredendall and Nelson took one of her melons each and began to suck her nipples, working the fleshy mounds delicately with their fingers. When Campbell wrapped up his turn, Grant, Mitchell, Stephens, O’Neill, Simpson, Rogers, Harrison, Fredendall, Nelson, and Michaels each replaced him in turn, depositing their own load in the sperm bank. Even the bartender, a slovenly-looking old man, took a turn.

The last man who hadn’t had a go at her was Bronx. Bronx wasn’t his real name, of course; it was where he was from. He was one badass motherfucker, and he was a huge, big bear of a man.