The Corner Pocket

Never has there been a night like that before! You gotta hear this shit. I'm Ralph, an outgoing, friendly shampoo salesman from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Don't ask what I'm doing living in Tooele Utah; it's a boring story. There isn't a lot to do in Tooele so I always end up at the same bar, the Corner Pocket.

It's a dump, like most parts of Tooele, and is frequented by losers. You know, like me. I was there last night, as usual, chugging down PBRs like it was my job.

Last night, however, was anything other than usual. My Uber driver, Melvin, dropped me off at about 6:00 and I had just finished with work.

I ordered a basket of fries, a PBR, and shot of their cheapest tequila. I went easy cause it was a Tuesday night. The waitress, a plump red head with a sour attitude, told me it would

be a while because of the big group that had come in before me. I was watching the group while I waited. I could tell they all knew each other, but I couldn't tell if they knew each other well.

While I was pondering their relation to each other, my fries and beer showed up. Of course she forgot the shot of tequila and had to make another trip.

I downed the undressed shot of warm, sub-par tequila and started munching on the heavily salted fries. All while I sat alone watching that group of friends, and getting drunk.

They were a mixed bag. There was a tall clean-cut guy who looked out of place at this dive. There was a couple rowdier looking guys, both appeared to be mid thirties.

I watched two attractive brunettes dancing with each other while Dr. Feelgood played on the bar's crackling speakers. There was a couple, probably early forties, both were good

looking but were dressed in, what can only be described as, K-Mart chic. There were also two other women, this is who I was really keyed in on. One was a curvy,

blonde girl in yoga pants that made her round ass look like it was carved by Davinci himself. She had some tattoos and facial piercings, which made me weak at the knees.

The other was more heavily tattooed and looked super slutty. She had big mop of purple hair. These two were absolutely stunning.

I realized that I was staring, mouth open, and I don't know for how long.

I was able to catch myself and gain my composure, and also order two more PBRs. As I watched, like some psychotic stalker, from my table near the bathroom, I saw them getting

drunker and louder as the drinks went down. There were only about 3 other tables being used, and this group of unlikely-looking friends were taking over the bar.

I had just slugged back my third or fourth beer when one of the dancing brunettes spun and bumped into me. I was knocked off my bar stool, but able to catch myself. She went to the

floor, in what looked like slow motion, then popped right back up and apologized profusely. We were both laughing and she said she'd buy me a drink for my troubles.

She told me here name was Gerttie and invited me over to meet her friends. She rattled off their names as if I would remember any of them. I gave a "hey, what's up" to the

group in general then made it a point to shake the hand of that cute, curvy blonde girl. Her name, I definitely remembered! Gretchen. Gretchen was from Stockholm Sweden.

She had no accent, so I assume she's spent most of her life in the U. S. Gretchen had these amazing green eyes, they were bright green with a dark ring around them. I looked

into her in her hypnotizing eyes and was taken back by the unusual colour and depth. Everything about Gretchen was attractive. Her Hamsa tattoo on her fore arm,

her pierced nose and lip, her thick blond hair, parted down the middle and curled into waves down her back. She was HOT!

Like I said before, her yoga pants showed off one of the most incredible asses I've ever seen. I asked her about herself, that's when she told me about growing up in Stockholm.

Then my "apology beer" showed up and I guzzled that while she told me about her job. Something boring about insurance, I don't know, I wasn't really listening.

I was, however, committing her appearance to memory for "later".

As it turns out, "later" wouldn't be necessary. I was talking with Gretchen and her slutty looking friend Harriet, whom I had learned was a failed hair dresser and now

works at the dump, directing garbage trucks through the lot. I was being funny and charming and trying my best to make them think I was cooler than I really was.

I am taller than both of them by almost a foot, and it was then, watching them looking up at me, that I realized they were both interested in me. I knew I should try to

fuck one of them tonight, but which one should I focus my efforts on? I decided that I just had to see that ass that Gretchen had stuffed into her yoga pants.

I continued drinking cheap beer and flirting. Mostly with Gretchen. I noticed Harriet getting competitive. She didn't want to just let me go after her friend. She wanted some attention too. Harriet started really laying the flirting on thick. Speaking of thick, Gretchen didn't let up either, and I had no intention of pumping the brakes. I did have the intention of pumping the blonde though! I could tell Harriet didn't just LOOK slutty; she WAS slutty. It didn't take much to get her to pop one of her little tits out of her crop top. It was pretty easy. She wasn't wearing a bra and she was all too excited to show me her pierced nipple.

The piercing made the nipple stick out; I could already tell that before she even whipped it out. I complemented her on her well shaped tits, she giggled and said

"you gotta see these fucking things" while pawing at Gretchen's big tits.

Harriet started pulling Gretchen's shirt up to get her massive milkers out. Unlike Harriet, Gretchen was wearing a bra.

She had to, her jugs were way bigger than the little beginner boobs her friend just showed off.

Gretchen's shirt came up, her bra went down and her baby feeders poured out and stood at attention. They were big, impressive and somehow not sagging.

"They're fake" Gretchen said proudly.

Harriet couldn't keep her hands off of them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. They were truly something to behold. She had a little tan, and there didn't appear to be any tan lines. I immediately pictured her tanning in the nude. I hardly spoke while I watched Harriet's hands grope all around her friend's big ass tits.

I think I was too stunned to form a sentence, or all the blood had gone from my brain to my swelling sirloin sword. Either way, Gretchen said

"well? Are you a fan of the double Ds?"

I snapped back to reality, the reality that this beautiful blonde was flashing me her incredible knockers, and stammered

"They're unbelievable".

She blushed a little, the in her cheekiest tone said

"I know".

Sadly, the tits were put back in their home but we continued to flirt. Their drunk friends, either didn't notice, or weren't surprised that

these two just had their hooters out in the middle of the bar but I'm pretty sure the dudes at one of the other tables saw.

Our conversation was going beyond dirty. Harriet was telling us about her first experience getting fingered in a car and Gretchen told us the story that led to her enjoyment of anal sex. I suggested that we go to my house a couple miles away, and they agreed. THEY AGREED! I got on the Uber app quick as fuck, and they told their group of the friends that they were headed home with me. Their friend's also didn't seem surprised by this turn of events either.

We finished up our drinks, my beer and they both had Moscow Mules, and then met the Uber driver, Dorothy. She pulled up in a boring little Camry and we piled in.

We were laughing at wildly at inappropriate jokes that Dorothy didn't care for. I'm sure she's used to drunk idiots, but I could see that she didn't care for us one bit.

She pulled into my driveway, we quickly got out and, with a bit of a stumble in our step, made it through my front door. Gretchen asked if I had anything to drink.

I told her I had a bottle of very bottom shelf Monarch rum. She replied with

"make us a drink then".

So, I did. After I poured some shitty rum into three glasses over some ice, I went to grab some Tab out of the fridge. I didn't quite finish.

I looked over at the drunken angels standing, or rather swaying, in my living room and they were kissing.

I don't mean cute kissing, I mean aggressive "I'm going to fuck you" kissing. I left the barely-drinkable rum sitting on the counter and went back to take in the show.

Harriet had pulled Gretchen's shirt up over her head and then ditched her own green, velour crop top. Of course, Harriet had no bra, so there she was with her itty-bitty titties out,

making out with her thick, blonde friend and undoing the clasps on her expensive Victoria's Secret bra. It came off, no trouble at all, and once again her perfect fake tits were standing

firmly on her chest. They continued kissing aggressively, while trying to get each other out of their pants. Dude! My dick was diamond hard at this point. Harriet's loose-fitting jeans went down

around her ankles without a fight. Gretchen's yoga pants on the other hand, that was taking some work. She was wriggling and jiggling while Hariet was trying to get the stretchy

pants over her firm, bubbly ass. When Harriet succeeded, holy fucking Christ, that other-worldly ass was unleashed and it was everything I had imagined it would be.

I moved around behind Gretchen to get a better look at the masterpiece before me. It was PERFECT. Not a flaw. Her ass was so big and stuck out so far that once the pants had

managed to pop over the roundness, they pulled down easier over her thick thighs. Imagine what's happening in my little townhome, on a Tuesday night, in Nowhere Utah.

I have two hot, slutty, drunk girls trying to fuck each other in my living room! Things were getting great, fast.

I'm not one to sit idly by and watch, I am a man of action, so I thrust myself into the middle of their little show. Speaking of thrusting myself, I knew what had to be done.

There was Gretchen standing, not so steadily, with nothing but a silk thong that matched her bra (leopard print of course), and Harriet who had just shed her loose jeans to reveal that not only does she not wear a bra,

but she's obviously no fan of panties either. Harriet was stark fucking naked! Except for a bush and armpit hair, which kind of took some getting used to. About 3 seconds or so.

Instinctively I reached to get a handful of Gretchen's stunning melons. I wondered how she would react to me just helping myself to her body.

She was definitely cool with it, that's for sure. She moved my hands to her nipples and spoke in a bit of a slur

"you can get rough with them, I love that".

Naturally I went for it. So, there I am tugging, pretty hard, on her big nipples while Harriet is getting on her knees to wrestle Gretchen's silky, leopard print oyster purse off, leaving them both totally nude.

Unlike Harriet, Gretchen's twat was freshly waxed and utterly gleaming. Without a word to one another they both turned to get my clothes off too.

I was wearing my nicest, worn out, Cuervo T-shirt with a hole in the sleeve, that I got free with a bottle of tequila.

They pulled it up over my head and then yanked off my Wal-Mart athletic shorts, and of course my loose boxers went down with them. When the banana smugglers came down, out popped

my rigid weasel and stood straight up. Like I mentioned, I'm tall, and as a result I happen to have, what has been described as an "intimidatingly large" pork sword.

Harriet looked at it, from her position down on her knees, and seemed delighted. Gretchen on the other hand, gasped but immediately wrapped her small hands around it and guided the side of beef to Harriet's mouth.

Her slutty instincts kicked in and she put as much as she could fit of it into her welcoming mouth. There was still enough for Gretchen to hold onto the base with one hand and start playing with my hanging satchel with the other.

I couldn't believe my fucking luck; I was standing there with my shorts and plum smugglers down around my ankles while two hot strangers worked on my crank.

After Harriet had moistened up my meat with her mouth, she stood up and bent over the side of my couch. She put one leg up on the couch, with the other planted on the floor and was presenting.

Her harry snatch hung open from the position and I was a little surprised to see a drunk chick with a bush mohawk, that wrapped all the way from the front to the back, standing there with, what can only be described as, a very loose pussy. Waiting for me to plow her from behind. The moment's hesitation, taking in the scene, was just enough for Gretchen to slip into position on her knees, under Harriet's high mileage beaver. Gretchen shoved her beautiful face right up in there and was eating her pussy like a starving sweat-shop worker. She was pulling Harriet's small ass apart and really getting to work. I stood back and admired it all while slowly stroking my roger, being careful not to blow this chance, or my load.

Gretchen pulled her dripping wet face out of Harriet and stuck two fingers in Harriet's ass, and her entire left hand inside Harriet's gaping cavern.

"Holy shit!" I said, to myself, out loud.

She just pushed her entire hand into her friend like a god damned puppeteer. It went right in too. Had they done this before? I asked myself. That seems like an awfully bold move.

Gretchen continued pumping her fist in and out of her friend while fingering her ass, and Harriet looked like she was going to faint. Her eyes were all rolled back and she was

breathing fast.

"I'm gunna cum" she said in a breathless slur.

She wasn't fucking joking either. She blasted the fist and girl ejaculate out, all over Gretchen's waiting face. Leaving her blonde hair dripping wet.

Gretchen didn't miss a beat and plunged her fist back in, punching Harriet's cervix until it happened again. What a fucking scene that was unfolding in my front room.

I couldn't wait any longer. Once Harriet collapsed onto my, now stained, couch, I grabbed Gretchen to stand her up. Her makeup was half off from getting a face full of her friend's insides.

Rather than stand up, she just rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide, begging me to get in between them and bury the flesh hammer all the way inside of her.

I pushed my hulking bone in slowly, as not to wreck her perfect clam. She was soaking wet and so warm. She was moaning and breathing hard.

"Pound me" she said in a quiet, desperate voice.

I started to jack hammer her while Harriet played with her slack, furry hole on the couch and watched.

"Fuck her harder" Harriet demanded.

So, like an obedient dog, I did. I was giving Gretchen the business. She was laying back holding her short legs as open as she could get them. With every punishing blow, her awesome tits would bounce up to her chin.

I took hold of them and pulled hard on her nipples again, knowing the she liked it rough, and That seemed to really get her going. The longer I pumped in and out of her the wetter she got.

Her panting voice was ragged as she told me to choke her while she came. I wrapped my big hand around her slender neck and squeezed. Not too hard of course, the last thing I need is to be the main character of an episode of Dateline.

"Choke me harder" she managed to wheeze to me.

Harriet was on my couch, four fingers deep into her gaping panty hamster, egging me on.

"Yeah, choke that bitch" she commanded.

As I tightened my grip on her little throat she came like a wild cat. I could tell that a loud shriek would have come out if could have. Her beautiful, Swedish face was turning pretty damn red and she was contracting her soaking wet kitty around my giant, rock hard zipper lizard. It felt otherworldly having her orgasm, while her tight snatch was about to pull my fucking pecker right off.

Naturally, this gave me the urge to fill her entire halibut cave full of my baby batter. But I didn't know what her birth control status was however, and wasn't about to find out the expensive way!

So, I wrenched my veiny sausage out of her vaginal death grip and let go of her tiny neck, so as not to kill the poor girl. She was still cumming hard and started quickly rubbing her swollen clit while I jerked away at myself and aimed for her wonderful mummeries.

"Cum in my mouth" Gretchen begged. "I NEED your cum".

I moved awkwardly up her body, trying to align the yogurt blaster with her full lips. I had to do it quick too. I was about to explode.

The vision of Harriet with her hand inside of herself like she was looking for car keys in an oversized purse, and Gretchen pleading to taste my hot seed was about as hot as anything I'd ever heard of, let alone done.

My white-hot wang was just a moment away from Gretchen's willing mouth. She opened her mouth wide, to try and accommodate colossal beef, and pulled herself closer.

Her moist, hot mouth wrapped around the head of my cock while her slender fingers wrapped around the base, and she stroked and moaned while I discharged my cum howitzer so hard that each blast of the cannon hit the back of her throat.

She swallowed hard, more than a few times. I realized just how long it had been since I last released my nut butter. There was so much of it, and it felt so good to deposit it in the back of her esophagus after she implored me to do it.

Harriet was all but howling as she shook to a wet orgasm, once again defiling my couch. Gretchen let my still ridged stick drop from her mouth, while I panted and tried not to pass out. She immediately went over and started kissing Harriet.

"Taste it" she insisted to her purple haired fuck toy.

"Mmm" Harriet groaned as she licked and swirled her tongue in Gretchen's debauched mouth.

Gretchen looked like she was ready for more, but I knew I would need to recharge after that performance. I don't think Gretchen cared one way or another who helped her cum again though.

She pushed Harriet flat onto her back, then straddled her face. She began swiping her dripping cunt up and down Harriet's pretty face. Harriet grabbed Gretchen's ample hips and helped work her back and forth, while simultaneously spreading Gretchen's giant ass open.

While Gretchen's throbbing clit ran up and down Harriet's nose, Harriet's tongue was lapping up all the pussy and ass hole she could get.

"You taste so fucking good" she mumbled from underneath Gretchen.

"Let me taste" Gretchen insisted.

Gretchen maneuvered off of Harriet and began licking all over her face.

"Oh my god, my cunt tastes so good" Gretchen exclaimed in ecstasy.

Then she reached around and started to play with her own back door while she continued to lick herself off of Harriet.

"Taste my ass hole" she directed to Harriet as she pulled a finger out of her chocolate starfish and popped it into Harriet's waiting mouth.

They both licked her finger as she continually darted it from her ass to their mouths. They were sucking on her dirty finger like starving Africans. Gretchen abruptly stopped and assumed a position on all fours in front of Harriet who rolled off the couch and placed herself behind Gretchen's bubbly peach.

"Tongue fuck my shit hole!" Gretchen said in a manner that was, honestly, a little gross, but still pretty fucking hot.

Of course, Harriet did as she was told and her face disappeared in between those supple cheeks, leaving only a view of her messy, purple hair dancing around while she worked her tongue in and out of Gretchen's B hole.

I had a direct look at Gretchen from the front and watched as she had an out-of-body experience while getting rimmed. She was really into it.

The trashy, Swedish beauty pushed her full ass back against Harriet's soaking wet face and worked her hips to enhance the, obviously amazing, rim job.

Harriet finally pulled her face out of Gretchen's bubble butt and told me:

"Come lick her ass off of my fucking face".

Like I said, it was a little gross, but only a little. So, there I was, licking all over Harriet's face, which mostly tasted like make-up and pussy. While I licked all over Harriet, I reached down and played with her loose, hanging snatch.

Gretchen turned around and joined in on the face licking.

"I love the taste of myself" Gretchen whispered in a quiet voice, between laps of Harriet's face.

Gretchen was serious, she really did love the taste of herself. She kept sticking her fingers in her dripping wet oyster and her willing brown eye and then back into her mouth, or Harriet's. She was the sharing type.

Harriet was enjoying my fingers dancing around her clit and ample gash, she began thrusting herself into my hand and then grabbed my wrist and started showing me around the place.

I was following her instruction, which mostly had me working her engorged clit from side to side, but had me thrusting my fingers inside of her from time to time.

She squealed with delight as I did as I was instructed.

At this point the ol' yogurt slinger was feeling recharged and started to thicken up again. The three of us were on our knees on the hardwood floor, there were wet spots all around us, and I suggested that these sluts go in my bedroom

onto the bed where I could lay them both out and have at them. They agreed in a drunk, giggly way and we struggled to our feet and stumbled together down the hallway. I watched Gretchen's bubbly

ass bounce in front of me and didn't bother keeping my hands off of it.

The three of us entered my sparsely decorated room, I flipped on the soft, yellowy light, and the girls flopped onto my bed. They instinctively began touching each other as I stood on the side watching.

I rolled Harriet over onto her flat stomach, pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. I was going to fuck the hell out of her, but Gretchen didn't want to miss out on the action.

She climbed on top of her skinny friend, straddled her back, slid her ass down, and presented me with two very wet, very ready stacked up cunts.

I slowly slid my pulsing Johnson into Gretchen's tight, warm hole and gave her a few thrusts. Then I pulled out of her and targeted the bottom clam. I practically fell into Harriet.

My ample pork sword barely touched the sides, and I kind of wondered if she could feel it. As that thought crossed my mind, I got my answer.

"Stick your hand in and jerk off inside of me" Harriet commanded.

I'm pretty sure she's been in this situation plenty of times before. My large hand slid in the slippery gap that was still aching to be filled.

I had several strokes then switched to Gretchen's less roomy tuna, while leaving my fist in her friend. I worked back and forth from Harriet's loose box, that required my hand to fill the void, to Gretchen's tight little shaved pussy that was a little bit of a challenge to fully penetrate. Both felt fantastic! And as I moved from top to bottom, they both seemed to love it as much as I did.

Gretchen, who was lying face down on Harriet's back, had a handful of her purple hair and was pulling her head back so she could make out with her, while I pleasured them both for pretty long time.

I had emptied one load from the chamber, I figured I could last a little longer this time. I wasn't a two-pump-chump, but I definitely got overwhelmed by the moment. I mean, who wouldn't?

Two absolutely beautiful strangers want to go home and let you do the filthiest shit you've ever heard of to them. This must be what heaven is like. I will probably never know, of course. I'm sure I'm going to hell for this. Totally worth it.

I had just pulled my diamond hard ham dagger out of Gretchen's tightness for the sloppy, hairy warmth of Harriet, when Gretchen climbed off of her friend and turned around.

She helped position Harriet on her back, then went for the old 69. She planted her kitty on Harriet's face and then had a front row show while I jerked off inside of her friend's moist chasm.

"Punch her fucking cunt" she said right as she spit on my hand.

I probably could have done without that, but that was not nearly as off putting as the anal stuff she had said earlier, and there's always time for lubrication, so I picked up the pace and intensity of the strokes inside of her.

I was beating up her cervix like Mike Tyson in his prime. Harriet seemed to love it. With every punch she pushed herself into it. Gretchen's eyes were rolling back in her head, clearly Harriet was keeping up her end of the 69.

She was really getting after Gretchen and working her pussy like a pro. She licked away until,

"I'm gunna cum again" Gretchen said breathlessly.

"Cum on my face" Harriet begged.

I continued beating off inside of Harriet while Gretchen, in absolute ecstasy, was very loudly cumming on her friend's face. Wave after wave went through Gretchen and into Harriet's mouth and down her chin.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted to keep slugging the back of Harriet's cavernous beaver till she exploded, so I tried to think about baseball. It turns out, I don't really know anything about baseball.

Harriet seemed to be getting there quickly though, and I thought I might be able to hold back the flood gates. I kept stroking my big hog inside of her and luckily she gushed before I did.

This chick could really squirt. Her powerful orgasm pushed my hand and love wand out of her and she left me the biggest wet spot my mattress had ever seen.

Gretchen started to slap Harriet's clit, pretty hard, while Harriet built up a second blast. I was standing there jerking myself, right in the line of fire. She sprayed all over me, and my goddamn mattress again.

She was moaning so hard; I half expected the cops to be called. With Harriet's girl cum I was well lubed and took my last couple of strokes before all hell broke loose.

I pointed the business end of my sirloin saber right into Gretchen's face and she knew what was coming. She welcomed it. She happily took a face full of baby gravy and licked up whatever dripped off onto Harriet's abused cunt below.

My bed was now soaked, just like my living room floor. We were all absolutely exhausted and dehydrated. Gretchen asked if I cared if they spent the night. What little was now left of it.

I figured that had earned it. The girls got up and wobbled into my bathroom where they found my bath towel and began cleaning up their faces and pussies with it. I guess they may as well get my towel covered in sex too while they're at it.

I went to my closet and grabbed an old blanket that I could throw onto the wettest part of the bed, and covered it up.

The two slutty beauties came back a plopped into my bed. They really seemed at home. Harriet was passed out a snoring before I even got settled in on the slim edge that was left.

We all sunk into slumber, even though one of the girls had farted, pretty loudly on her decent into sleep. I laughed a little to myself and ended the best night of my life.