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Tomboy: Rockets’ Red Glare

By Don Ship

Dallas, Fourth of July, just after sunset…

Tomboy looked out across the city park. She’d never seen so many people packed in together. Thousands upon thousands of attendees to the annual Fourth of July Fireworks Spectacular stared at her up on the small stage with the Mayor, City Council, Chief of Police, and other dignitaries. But she, little Kelly Kingsley from Bisbee, Ohio, AKA Tomboy, was the guest of honor.

The mayor had just finished his speech, during which he described Tomboy as a super heroine who is making a difference. He said she stood for the American Values of Truth and Justice. And now it was time for her to do her one duty of the night.

The busty blonde stood up in her bright, tight costume: Blue mask, red & white baseball cap with TB emblazoned on it, white sports bra under a red vest, and daisy duke shorts. Her heroine accessories were red battling gloves, red & white Nike high-heeled ankle boots, and fishnet pantyhose. She did not bring her bat for the fireworks show.

“Thank you, Mayor Denison and esteemed members of the City Council. I am honored by your praise tonight, but mostly I’m honored to be a part of this community and serve it to the best of my ability,” Tomboy said, her voice booming out across the park. The crowd roared its approval. “But you guys aren’t here to listen to me babble on, so let’s get this party started!”

The crowd exploded with cheers. She nodded and smiled. Then she stepped to the side, up to a stand with a large red button atop it. Tomboy leaned over, giving the crowd a wonderful view of her cleavage, with both hands on the button. She smiled wide.

“And… Five – four – three – two – one! BOOM TIME!” Kelly shouted, and finally pressed down on the large button.

That started the fireworks show. A dozen rockets streaked up and exploded into huge red, white, and blue balls of fire. She stared up in wonder, just like everyone else. The company hired to put on the show did a spectacular job. They kept the night sky filled with light and color and sound. At the same time, the Dallas Orchestra played patriotic and marshal music.

Suddenly, the sky filled with red fire. Red light bathed the park and stage. And a whiny male voice reached her from behind.

“And there’s the rockets’ red glare,” he said. “It is officially Independence day.”

Tomboy froze. Her mind went a thousand miles away to Bisbee, Ohio, one year earlier. The series of events consumed her, transporting her back to that terrible summer of pain, shame, and utter debauchery.

~**~**~

“Mmmmmgh,” Kelly moaned, head bobbing slowly up and down above Charlie’s lap. Mouth full of cock, she moaned and squirmed between his knees. Sluuurp! “Mmmmmmgh.”

“Get a room,” Sylvester Lambert called.

Kelly heard a low snicker fill the popular hangout café. They were out in the outdoor dining area overlooking the river. About two dozen kids filled the area. Those “kids” were all recent graduates enjoying their summer before college. Anyone in Bisbee not going to college already had jobs and had begun their adult lives.

Pulling off Charlie’s cock, Kelly wrapped a delicate hand around his shaft to stroke him while she slanted a look back at Sylvester. The leader of the Nerd clique scowled at her. The nerds were the one group of graduates that her mistress, Jessica, denied use of her slavegirl’s body. So that group of five nerds were the only males in their class that had not ever fucked Kelly.

And the stupid jerks weren’t happy about it.

Kelly felt no sympathy. Just like everyone else, they wanted to kick her while she was down. Yet, at no time in her life had she had any issues with the school nerds. She suspected they hated her just because she was a jock as a softball player. But then, Jessica and the other cheerleaders and jocks had no hesitation subjugating Kelly. Hell, none of the school’s athletes thought twice about banging her raw.

Life isn’t fair, she thought, turning away from Sylvester and his table of nerds, geeks, and freaks. Deal with it.

Charlie grabbed Kelly’s ponytail, forcing her back down on his dick. She just sealed her lips around his erection, and relaxed to let him do all the work forcing her up and down his shaft. A moment later, hot, viscous cum flooded her mouth. Some leaked out to splatter on the floor, but she managed to hold most of it in her mouth.

“Show me,” Charlie said.

The big, burly linebacker pulled her off his cock, but didn’t release her ponytail. Kelly felt her cheeks pink, but she tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. He grinned at the sight of his pooled cum in her mouth.

“Eat it, slut.”

Kelly pulled her tongue back in, and obeyed his command. She swallowed the cum, and then licked her lips. He looked pleased. Jessica, sitting between him and her boyfriend, scowled at the blonde.

“You clumsy slut,” Jessica snarled. “You let some escape. Look. It’s all over the floor. So nasty. Yuk.” Her eyes turned cruel. “Lick it up. Lick that nasty floor clean, Kelly.”

The blonde eighteen year old’s throat clamped tight, a massive lump forming. Her stomach soured even as she dropped her eyes down to the cooling cum between her knees. After swallowing the lump in her throat with some effort, Kelly gave her mistress a little nod. She crawled back a little, dropped to all fours, and slowly lowered her face to the floor.

Closing her eyes, Kelly started licking. It was nastier than she anticipated. The contents of her stomach so wanted to come up and out, but Jessica would probably make her lick that up, too. So the blonde beauty continued licking until all of the cum was gone and down in her churning belly.

“It is done, Mistress,” Kelly whispered, eyes burning. “How may a filthy little slave slut please you now?”

“You look so nasty. How did you get so much cum on your face?” Jessica said. “Disgusting. You are disgusting. Go clean up, and don’t forget to fix your face and hair. I have big plans for you this afternoon.”

Not encouraging, but Kelly accepted her orders. She kept her eyes downcast as she crawled back out from under that table. Then she rose to her stiletto-heeled feet as gracefully as a ballet dancer. She teetered a second, but quickly regained her balance. Long stretches on her knees sometimes made it hard to stand or walk, but she was slowly getting used to it. Grabbing her little pink purse, Kelly headed for the Ladies room.

The girl’s bathroom was next to the nerd table. She shared a hostile look with Sylvester, while the other four nerds just gawked at her jostling tits. Jessica had dressed her for the day in a white bikini top so skimpy that it barely covered her nipples, a pink micro-mini skirt so short her twat flashed everyone when she sat or dropped to all fours. She finished off Kelly’s look with big golden hoop earrings, matching bangles, and white Christian Louboutin stiletto pumps. Kelly was, in Jessica’s stated opinion, Fucklicious.

The nerds started speaking as soon as she closed the door. Their table was so close, and the walls so thin, Kelly could hear every word. Sylvester started out, his voice low and angry.

“Fuck all those bimbos,” he snarled. “Jessica and the jocks lorded over us all through high school. No more.”

“I for one won’t be coming back after I leave for college,” Lawrence said.

“What about holidays?” Brice asked.

“My father is being transferred to Denver at the end of the summer,” Lawrence said. “So fuck this town, and its stupid mean girl bimbo brigade.”

Kelly nodded. She felt the same way, but her father didn’t have the kind of job where he could be transferred. They would just terminate him and hire some other minimum wage earner in the new location. So she’d be coming back for holidays and summers, unless she found a summer job or enrolled for summer semesters.

Kelly quickly started washing her face. She didn’t find any cum in her hair, which was a relief. Wearing her hair in a ponytail helped.

“Operation Rockets’ Red Glare is still a go, boys,” Sylvester said, voice taking on a taunting tone. “Vengeance will be ours! And no one will be the wiser.”

She froze. Vengeance? Operation Rockets’ Red Glare?

What the hell does that mean? And do they plan to get vengeance on me?

“Colin and I cleared our staging spot yesterday,” Norman said. “It’s a pretty thick copse of trees just fifty yards from the main fireworks staging area. No one will be able to see us.”

Fireworks, Kelly thought. What the hell are they planning?

“Perfect. Brice and I bought the rockets this morning,” Sylvester said. “We’ll get together tonight and doctor them.”

“This is going to be so fucking awesome,” Brice said. “I have the floodlights and cameras ready to set up. We know exactly where the Queen Bee, Jessica Bimbolicious Albright, will be sitting with her Court of Bimbo Cool Girls.”

“You mean Court of Bimbo MeanGirls,” Sylvester said, his voice cold.

“And don’t forget their bully boyfriends,” Norman said.

Colin laughed. “And then we’ll post that orgy sex tape all over the internet.”

Kelly couldn’t breathe. She could barely think. They were talking about getting their revenge during Bisbee’s annual Fourth of July fireworks show. She also knew where Jessica would be sitting with all of her friends. And Kelly would be right there as well, waiting on them hand and foot. Probably doing other nasty things under the cover of darkness.

She heard the nerds all scoot their chairs back, and leave. Didn’t matter. They’d done their damage to her mental state.

Oh my God, I’ll lose my scholarship if they follow through, Kelly thought. What am I going to do?

She had to warn Jessica. But… Did she? Kelly moaned and groaned, squirmed and grimaced. Jessica truly deserved what they had planned for her. Though, she wasn’t sure why they expected Jessica to have an orgy with her friends out in public.

Something about doctoring the rockets. Kelly stood tall, breathing deeply. I have to figure out what they plan. And stop them if necessary. She bit her lip. Sounds like a job for Blonde Justice.

~**~**~

Kelly stared at herself in the mirror. She finally had a night off from Jessica’s constant sexual abuse. Even that evil girl understood she had to give her slave a couple nights off to recover. Only, there would be no rest for Kelly.

Time for Blonde Justice to save the day, she thought.

At the moment, she wore a white sports bra and faded daisy dukes. She put on bright red lipstick, then pulled her long blonde hair up in a high pony, which she pushed through the back of a red baseball cap. Returning to her bedroom, Kelly pulled on her red high-top Converse shoes, then fingerless red batting gloves. Finally, she used fashion glue to clue an old plastic Halloween mask to her face.

“Good enough for heroic stuff,” she said. Kelly smiled. “I am Blonde Justice!”

Taking up her bat and knapsack, with some old baseballs and two pairs of brass knuckles, Blonde Justice slipped out of the window and headed for the park. She concentrated her search down close to the river. The fireworks staging area was large and easy to find. The busty heroine looked around and located two copse of trees. Then she determined the location Jessica’s party of kinky kids planned to be, and one of the copse lay close by.

Sneaking over to it, she located the Nerd Herd’s small staging area. There were stands to hold rockets at an angle aimed at Jessica’s spot.

Are they going to bomb Jessica? Someone could get hurt.

So she headed for Sylvester’s home.  The house was lit up. And the detached garage off the alley in back was lit up as well. Blonde Justice swung around into the alley and approached the garage. She recognized Sylvester’s blue economy sedan parked in the short drive, with three other clunkers parked close. The shapely blonde heard classical music playing. She paused. Who listens to classical music?

The garage door was up to let in the cool night breeze. Otherwise, it was still pretty hot that evening. Blonde Justice eased up to the garage and peeked inside. She smiled to see all five nerdy players present.

Sylvester, Norman, Brice, Colin, and Lawrence were sitting at a long table, side-by-side. It looked like they were part of some kind of assemble line. They all wore latex gloves and medical masks. It started with Lawrence, who drilled multiple holes into large bottle rockets. He passed it along, where it appeared the others drained some gunpowder, added some other powdery substance, and sealed up the drilled holes.

“There. It’s done,” Sylvester said, rising from his chair. “We get our revenge tomorrow night. It will be a 4thof July to remember.”

“It’s going to be fun for everyone,” Brice said. “When these rockets go off over Jessica’s squad, the aphrodisiac we put in them will be turned into a heavy gas that falls over the Cool Girl squad. And then…”

“Bow chicka bow wow, baby,” Lawrence shouted, and they all laughed.

“And we’ll get it all on camera,” Sylvester said.

“Hey, if we do it right, and hang in the dark outside of the camera’s field of view,” Norman said. “We each might each get a shot of hot cheerleader pussy.”

“Man, what I wouldn’t do to nail Shawnie,” Colin said. “That would be so awesome.”

“Whether we get lucky or not, my friends, by midnight tomorrow night their debauchery will be all over the internet. We’ll start sending copies to their universities immediately.”

“And the Revenge of the Bisbee Nerds will go down in history.”

Blonde Justice reeled back, head spinning. Nerds weren’t supposed to be evil like that. They were totally ruining one of her favorite comedy movies. A good guy’s revenge was supposed to be funny, while not hurting anyone. Right?

Suddenly, while she stood there in the shadows next to the garage, the nerds came out and loaded their doctored rockets into the trunk of Sylvester’s fifteen year old economy sedan. Then the others piled into the other three cars and left.

Blonde Justice crept around to the backyard gate, climbed up, and looked around. The house remained lit up. No one in the backyard. No pets outside. Perfect.

She slowly entered, and then found the unlocked door into the garage. Closing the door, she turned on the light. They’d left all their supplies on the table. The gunpowder they extracted was in two ceramic bowls. That looked dangerous to her. There was another sealed packet of white powder. The label was in Chinese. So she carefully lifted up the sealed plastic back with the packet inside.

“I’ll get this analyzed,” she said.

The door opened and a man with a bat rushed inside. “Freeze!”

“Yikes!” Blonde Justice squeaked.

He looked like an older version of Sylvester – Mr. Lambert? – wearing khaki shorts and a white tee. His coke bottle glasses slide down his nose, forcing him to cock his head back to see through them.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “What are you in here? Why are you wearing mask?”

“No!” she cried, and slapped the plastic bag of white powder against his face.

The bag burst, a cloud of white powder filling the garage. Blonde Justice’s body reacted instantly and profoundly.

“Aaaagggh!” she cried, dropping to her knees as the granddaddy of all climaxes exploded between her legs. “Oh yes. Yes.”

She took another sniff of the white cloud. “Aaaagggh! Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Her eyes locked on the man. He was down on all fours, the oddest look on his face. She noticed his glasses had fallen off. Something told her to bat them away, and just in time. He reached for them, but his hand caught her wrist instead. They froze, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, voice dripping in lust.

“You’re more beautiful,” she said.

They surged into each other, lips melting together. Hands roamed. In a flash, both were naked. His strokes and caresses made her body sing. Soon, he was smothering her tits with kisses and licks, before motorboating her. Blonde Justice giggled and squirmed, and finally couldn’t take it any longer. She pushed Mr. Lambert to his back and straddled him.

“I need you inside me now,” she gasped out. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“I’m going to fuck you long and hard, you nasty slut,” he growled.

Blonde Justice guided his cock to her pussy, and dropped down on it. Impaled, her back bowed and her head started to loll around. She thrust her hips, over and over as she forced her way down his shaft. The busty blonde gasped and groaned as he slapped her heavy tits back and forth, and his erection quickly filled her up. Once he was balls deep inside her, Blonde Justice squeezed tight and started to bounce.

His hands and dick sent the most wondrous sensations of euphoria and bliss spiraling into her hyper responsive body. So good. So wonderful. She was so happy.

“What’s going on? Daddy? What are you…” Sylvester said, rushing inside.

He stopped next to them. Blonde Justice looked up to see his khakis tented, a look of surprised bliss on his bespectacled face. Blonde Justice’s pretty green eyes locked on his tented crotch.

Unzipping him, she fished out his cock just in time. Or, a few seconds too late. Sylvester’s shot his wad straight in her face. Slathered her face, in fact. But that didn’t faze the drugged beauty. She went down on him like a starving whore.

Sluuuurp! “Mmmm.” Slurrrrp!

Sylvester grabbed her head with both hands, held tightly, and started to slam his cock into her eager mouth. He forced his way to the back of her throat, tapping it with every thrust. Blonde Justice gagged and slurped. For some reason, her gag reflex turned her one so much!

Blonde Justice was soon gasping around Sylvester’s cock with every thrust of his father’s cock into her tight cunt. She squeezed around him even more, intensifying her pleasure. And then she felt it, that surge to pure joy and fulfillment.

“Aaaaggh!” she screamed. Sylvester shot another load into her mouth. “Yes. Mmmmgh.”

As she sucked the son clean, the father’s cock swelled a little within her. She squeezed, bouncing faster as her heart raced. She wanted his seed inside her so much! And she got it.

“Ooooh,” Mr. Lambert sighed. He looked up at her with happy eyes. “Suck me now.”

Blonde Justice perked up. Another dick to suck! So she pulled off Sylvester with a loud pop, giggled, kissed his dick, and then pulled off the father’s still rock hard cock. She crawled backwards until she was on all fours between his legs, face right over his cock. And the busty blonde wrapped a delicate hand around his slick, stinky shaft. She rolled her tongue teasingly around his sensitive, twitching glans, smiled big, and finally went down on him.

Sylvester was not to be denied. The nerd moved round behind Blonde Justice, dropped to his knees, and thrust a finger into his mouth. Then he wiggled that wet finger through that tight, puckered ring. Blonde Justice grunted and groaned when his finger penetrated her poop chute. She moaned and wiggled her butt while he finger fucked her ass, before adding a second finger. And then a third.

“I’ve always wanted to…” Sylvester said. He pressed in closer, guiding his rock hard erection to her puckered ass. Then he pressed hard, and… Penetrated.

“Ugggh! Oooooh,” she grunted. “Uggggh!”

“Like that, do you?”

“Oh, yes. Yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck me. Fuck that ass. Oooooooh.”

Sylvester grabbed her ponytail, yanking and pulled. It made it harder to suck the elder Lambert off, but Blonde Justice did her best. She needed that dick in her mouth, down her throat, so badly.

“Come for me, baby,” she purred, stroking Mr. Lambert while his son yanked her head way back. “Come in my face. Come down my throat. Any way you want, baby.”

“Let go off her hair, you stupid boy!”

Sylvester reluctantly released her ponytail, allowing her to go down until her lips were sealed around his father’s base. The son clamped both hands on her flaring hips, while he thrust into her like a man possessed.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. But… Blonde Justice wondered, just briefly, Why am I fucking them?

“Ooooh,” Sylvester groaned, and she felt him fill her poop chute with hot seed.

She moaned and wiggled her butt, while sucking and slurping on Daddy Lambert’s dick. A moment later, more hot cum filled her mouth. Blonde Justice moaned and groaned, swallowing before licking and smacking her lips. Such a feeling a bliss and accomplishment filled her body and soul.

“What is happening to me?” Mr. Lambert croaked out. “Why am I so damn…”

“Oh my,” Blonde Justice cried, sitting up straight as Sylvester pulled out of her ass. She felt a flood of hot, sticking cum flow out after him, splashing across her bare legs. “So disgusting.”

Her eyes rounded as she realized just what she’d been doing, and with whom. The teenage heroine cried out, and surged to her feet. She snatched up her clothes, and raced out the still open door. The two men shouted after her, whether they wanted to capture her or just fuck her some more, she didn’t know. Didn’t care.

“Well that took an unexpected downturn,” she gasped out as she ran down the alley.

~**~**~

“Kumbucket Kelly sucking dick all day,” Jessica and the Cool Girls sang. “Kumbucket Kelly is a cum-hunger slut in every way.”

“Mmmm,” Kelly moaned. Slurp.“Mmmm.”

Sllluurrrp!She pulled off Brad’s cock with a pop, turning sad eyes toward Jessica, Shawnie, and Jolene. The three beauties returned her gaze with eyes full of wicked glee.

Kelly looked up into the sky overhead. It was still light out, but the sun was setting in the west. Then her gaze dropped to the copse of trees where the nerds had their staging area. She idly wondered if they really could shoot and explode rockets directly over Jessica’s evil little cabal. If so, soon her masters would join her in public debauchery of the most shameless, wildest kind.

She wrapped her lips around the rubbery crown of Brad’s cock, and started giving intense head. They were about twenty feet from the others in their group, surrounding on three sides by thick brush so only Jessica and friends could see what was going down.

Brad seized her head, holding it still while he thrust into her tight mouth with enthusiasm. It reminded her of the previous night in the Lambert’s garage. Father and son had fucked her stupid, all of them high on some Chinese made aphrodisiac.

I’ll lose my scholarship when they gas us, but at least Jessica and her friends will be humiliated, too, Kelly thought, tears welling up. I’ll never be anything. After tonight, the only job I’ll be able to find will be stripper or hooker.

She had planned to avoid Jessica all day, and then stop the nerds as Blonde Justice before they could pull off their evil plan. But Brad and Shawnie found her, and dragged her kicking and screaming back to her mistress. And now her future lay in shambles.

“Fucking yes,” Brad gasped, thrusting all the way in. Forcing his cock down her throat until her lips wrapped round his base. And he unleashed. “Swallow every drop, Kumbucket Kelly.”

Her face flushed red. She hated that new name that Jessica made up for her. But, in truth, that was all she was to any of them. A cumbucket to dump their seed. A piece of meat to spank, humiliate, and fuck.

Come on darkness, my good friend, she thought. Descend upon us so the nerds’ revenge can begin.She paused and grinned. I’m a poet.

Kelly licked Brad clean, then rolled over onto her back beside him. She lay there in nothing but a black string bikini. The soft ground allowed her to take off the heels. Once full darkness fell, Jessica would order her out of the bikini as well.

Not too long now that twilight had begun.

“Next,” Brad said, rising to his feet and zipping up.

She watched him return to Jessica’s side. At the moment, none of the other guys had arrived. They were probably tied up in traffic. Kelly counted it a blessing, giving her a short break. Soon, it would all begin.

She glanced at the copse of trees again, noticing just a little movement.

The nerds are in the house, she thought. Revenge is nigh.

And then she heard them. Families. Close. Too close. Why were they up there with them and not over in the actual park?

They’ll get gassed, too!

The thought of innocent bystanders being shamed and humiliated like that made her head spin. Her heart thundered, so painful in her chest. She looked up at Jessica and friends, sipping beer and laughing. So happy. So clueless. Then Kelly turned back toward the copse.

Do I still have time?

Of course, the nerds might have miscalculated and overshoot their target. That would mean other, unknown innocent bystanders would be gassed into unbridled lust and desire. She rolled her eyes, shame burning her soul.

My desire to punish Jessica has blinded me to the dangers, she thought. All I want to do is help and protect innocent people, yet I am sitting here and allow so many to be endangered out of my own hate and despair.

Her mistress and friends were not paying attention to her. So Kelly rolled to all fours and stealthily crawled into the surrounding brush. Once she felt safe, far enough Jessica couldn’t see or hear her, she rose up to her feet and headed of the danger zone.

I have to stop them at all costs!

Kelly raced for all she was worth. It was getting darker faster than anticipated. And that copse proved much further away than it looked. She was gasping for breath before she was halfway there. They only thing keeping her moving was her fear and concern for those innocent bystanders.

I have to stop them. There’s no other option.

The first volley thundered up into the sky as she closed with the copse. It came from the pros, and was a spectacular display in red, white, and blue, while the city blasted a recording of some orchestra over loudspeakers playing the Star Spangled Banner. She could hear the crowd singing along.

The rockets’ red glare! she thought. That’s what they kept saying. They will launch their attack when that is sang!

Kelly sucked it up, and redoubled her efforts. She streaked through the high grasses and weeds, straight at the copse of oaks. She finally spotted the rack, with five large rockets mounted. Wires connected the rockets to a plunger, with Sylvester kneeling beside it, hands ready to push down and set off the rockets of vengeance.

“No!” she screamed, hearing “Rockets red glare...” booming through the night air.

The busty blonde saw Sylvester press the plunger. Sparks started at the base of the rockets. Kelly veered to the right, and threw herself sideways at the rack of rockets.

“Ugh!” she grunted upon impact, knocking over the rack.

Five rockets spewed fire, hot and fierce. She’d flipped the rack over, so that it held the rockets point down into the ground. Kelly rolled through Colin’s and Norman’s legs, and them scrambled for cover.

“Take cover!” Kelly screamed. “They’re going to blow!”

Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom!

Kelly’s ears rang, drowning out all out sounds. She writhed on the ground between Brice and Lawrence, all covering their ears and screaming. And then it enveloped them. A sweet scent. And Kelly’s pussy was instantly hot, wet, and throbbing with need. Lawrence turned shocked eyes to her.

They stared at each other a second, and then surged into each other’s arms. Kissing, fondling, they make out like there was not tomorrow. And then Brice pressed up behind her. She turned her face back to kiss him, as he yanked off her bikini top. Then Lawrence ripped her bottoms off.

Kelly fished out Lawrence’s cock. She wanted to go down on him so badly, but Brice impaled her ass. She froze, an incredulous expression on her face. Then Lawrence growled impatiently, before he pushed her back atop Brice. While Brice continued to hammer her ass, Lawrence quickly and smoothly mounted her pussy.

“Fuck me!” she cried. “Yes. Just like that, baby. Fuck me!”

It was all cocks, lips, and hands. Kelly wiggled and bucked. She cried out joyfully, passionately. And then she felt first Lawrence fill her womb, then Brice unload up her ass.

“Don’t stop!” she cried. “I’m not finished!”

Sylvester was there. He pushed Lawrence off her, and then yanked her off Brice. His face buried in her tits, while his hands roamed her body. Colin joined them, on all fours and motorboating her butt cheeks. Then Norman staggered up to her, cock in hand, and pressed it into her face.

Kelly cried out, and swallowed his dick hungrily. So good. She sucked and bobbed, while Sylvester and Colin played with her boobs and butt. Then she pulled off Normans cock, making him cry out in distress.

“Wrong,” she gasped out. “What’s wrong with you guys? This isn’t now to fuck me three at a time.”

Kelly shoved Sylvester to his back, straddled him, and mounted his cock. Then she waved Brice up behind her.

“Stick it up my ass, baby. You can do it. Come on!”

She felt so desperate, so needy. The first two morons never finished with her. They came too fast. She needed satisfaction!

“Come here Norm, Normie, Norman!” Kelly gasped out, reaching for the horny nerd as she felt Sylvester and Brice pounding deep into her two tight holes. “Come here. Come here now!” Norman rushed up. She took his cock in hand, guiding it to her hungry lips. “Mmmmmm.”

Kelly bounced, writhed, wiggled, and sucked dick with gusto. Those nerds hammered her three ways. Every suck, every thrust, sent the most amazing sensations through her body. Brice and Sylvester fought her over tits, but managed to give a her gloriously satisfying rough fondling doing so. And in no time, she felt her body respond like it should. That rush to climax consumed her, pulling tiny animal sounds out of her as it pushed her over the top.

“Aaaagggh! Oh, baby, don’t stop. Never stop.”

But they were geeks and nerds, so didn’t last long in the saddle. First Norman, then Brice, and finally Sylvester nutted, filling her up. They immediately fell apart, huffing and puffing furiously. Kelly lay in the middle of them, so hot, sweaty, and smiling in afterglow satisfaction.

After a few minutes, once she started to cool down, Kelly sat up and looked around. The fireworks show continued glorious above them, so loud, bright, and inspiring.

“This is the first time fireworks literally went off while I had sex,” Kelly said.

“Yeah, me, too,” Brice said. “Of course, it was the first time I had sex.”

She paused. “Are all of you virgins?”

Sylvester barked a laugh. “Not anymore.”

She nodded and grinned. Then she bit her lip and looked around.

“You guys wanna do it again?”

Happy 4thof July!