Mass Inoculation Wendy

The young soldier was getting flustered.

“Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I can't break the rules!” He looked up into the eyes of the attractive auburn-haired MILF before him. The Private was only 5'-5” in his heavy combat boots. Though he looked thickly muscled, the woman towered over him in her impossibly high heels, so they were nowhere near eye to eye. Looking into those eyes, he wanted to give in to her, but there was a line of other, obviously older, people behind her, and she just didn't meet the criteria for a Covid vaccination. His orders were to follow orders.

“Ma'am, as I said, you have to be age 65 or older, or have a teaching certificate or be a front-line worker like a fireman or a police officer, or...”

He had gone over this with her, but she insisted she was eligible. “Please, sweetie,” she cooed, looking down into his deep brown eyes, “Uhm, Mr....” She glanced at the name stenciled over his breast pocket. “...Gonzales.” She had a fleeting thought – 'I wonder what that brown cock looks like when it's hard' – then focused on his eyes again. “I work for a college. Or at least, I did,” she pleaded, “they just don't give us certificates.”

The soldier sighed. “It's Private Gonzales, ma'am,” he corrected her. “Do you have any other qualification?”

Wendy continued to stare into his eyes. “What's your first name, Private?”

He cleared his throat, obviously thrown off-guard by this woman. She wasn't so much dominating as intimidating, and determined to exert her influence over him.
“It's, uhm...Dominic, ma'am.”

She practically whispered, “Well, hi Dominic. I'm Wendy. Just so you know.”

He cleared his throat again. “Good to know, ma'am,” he said briefly. He let his eyes drop once again to the generous cleavage she was displaying. 'I wonder if she even knows her blouse is unbuttoned that far down?' he thought. He hoped not, for it was giving him an almost unobstructed view, clear to her nipple. The half-cup bra only put her tits on display more. She was slim, not more than 125 pounds, he guessed, and the black A-line skirt made her appear even slimmer. A word popped into his head: sleek. With her short stylish hair and slim nose, she looked like a swimmer, or a very sexy yoga teacher.

“Well,” Wendy said, “we're not getting anywhere here. Is there somebody else to talk to?”

The young soldier paused. Anything to keep her here, though there were murmurs and comments from the older people behind her.

Wendy heard them; she'd heard them all before.

“She looks like a slut, dressed like that.” That one made her wet!

“Does she think she can just charm her way to the front of the line?” That one made her smile. She already had, in case that old codger hadn't noticed!

“She could charm me any day of the week!” That one was from one old gentleman to another, in a rheumy voice that probably hadn't even seen anyone as sexy as her for years! Wendy heard the snort the woman made.

“Huh! Skank, is what we used to call those kind.” she proclaimed, in a voice definitely intended to be heard. Wendy thought back to yesterday, when she was getting absolutely pounded by the black teenager.

'Skank, huh?' she said in her mind, 'you can only wish, sister!'

Private Gonzales, meanwhile, was still staring directly into her blouse, imagining the heft of those tits in his meaty hands. This one was hot, whether she could qualify for a vaccine or not! Way better than the crowd of wrinkled old grannies he was used to seeing.

Suddenly his commander was behind him.

“What's going on, Gonzales? Why isn't the line moving?” He started to say something more, then stopped and stared. “Wendy? What are you doing here?”

“Charlie!” She rushed forward, almost knocking the Private over in her hurry to rush into the arms of Lieutenant Raddison. She squealed, “I didn't know this was your company of nice young men!”

Raddison hugged her briefly, then turned to Gonzales. “Private, e***** this woman to my office, will you? She has special dispensation for the vaccine.” He turned back to Wendy, who was still holding onto his shoulder. “I have something to do, Wendy,” he apologized, “but I'll be back momentarily.”

As Wendy took the Private's arm and began to walk with him, she heard the last comment:

“She's probably getting a shot for the clap.” A couple of people laughed.

'Fuck you, bitch,' she wished she could say out loud.

In the commander's office, which was a small room off the larger community center itself, Wendy settled into a plush chair. The Private took her paperwork, already filled out, and left her to fetch one of the nurses. Even before Lt. Raddison got back, she had her vaccination. She could have left, but she was eager to talk to Charlie. The last time they had been together had been in a hotel room out on the interstate highway. She remembered his nice thick cock, and the way it made her feel that night. That had been two years ago, long before all of this pandemic stuff.

The Lieutenant bustled in, apologizing for making her wait. “Did you get your vaccine yet?” he asked.

“Oh, yes. That nice hunky Private Gonzales made sure I was taken care of.” She paused and added, “at least as far as the shot was concerned.”

Raddison laughed briefly and said, “same old Wendy, huh? God, girl, you are absolutely insatiable!”

It was Wendy's turn to laugh. “Don't I know it,” she agreed. “It's gotta be a hormonal thing or something! My poor husband just can't produce, you know?” She paused and glanced down into the Lieutenant's lap, noting the bulge. “Speaking of...” she said.

Raddison leaned into her and kissed her; a long, tongue-heavy kiss that left them both breathless for a moment. “I thought you'd never ask,” he said huskily, already imagining her pussy wrapped around his dick like a warm loving hand. She had that kind of a body.

He pulled Wendy up and around his desk, then backed into his chair. “Why don't you get this little soldier to stand at attention,” he said. “I've been thinking about that fuck we shared since it happened.”

Wendy knew exactly what was being asked of her, and what to do to grant his request. She loved being ordered to wrap her lips around a stiff cock. Even better if it was a nice thick one like this! “I don't know about little,” she said, “but I'm sure we can get it to stand up and salute.”

She leaned over and kissed him again, then slowly settled herself onto her knees between his feet. She quickly unzipped him and had it out.

“Looks like it's already standing at attention,” she said and winked. “My, I've kind of missed this guy myself.” She took the head inside her perfectly glossed lips, staring up into his eyes the whole time.

That was one thing he remembered about getting with her. Wendy loved to watch his face as they fucked. She watched, if she was in a position to do so, as his cock split her perfect folds on its way inside her, and she watched his hands as they cupped her gorgeous C-cup tits. She wasn't one to just lay there with her eyes closed, like some of the whores near the base. This one wanted to see it all!

Thinking about that, he slid his hands between his knees and opened her blouse. His hands easily slid under the bra cups and around her breasts, where he cupped them, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs. She moaned, for not the last time today.

“God, that feels good,” she panted, pausing in her teasing of his cock head to encourage him. “Keep playing with my nipples,” she panted desperately. “I love when you treat them like that!”

She truly did. Abuse, to her, was just like this. Flicking, twisting, even pulling at her meaty nipples sent her into orbit! It reinforced that she was a fuck toy to many of these men; to have her breasts and pussy used, and even passed around to others. She loved the idea of a lot of men not being able to resist her.

She was taking the officer's cock all the way down her throat now, sucking it past her uvula like a porn star. She was an expert at deep-throating by now, having practiced on her dildo first, and eventually many young black men who were almost grotesquely endowed. Her former job as a guidance counselor at a college kept her supplied with hot young men, especially black men. Charlie, she thought, was easy to deep-throat, even given the thickness of his cock. She moaned deeply, already anticipating the climax she craved.

He felt the vibrations of her guttural moan on his cock. This MILF was one of the hottest woman he'd ever met! He didn't think he could hold out long, so after a few more minutes of this he released her breasts and hooked his hands under her armpits. He pulled her roughly up and she automatically spread her thighs over his, her skirt sliding upward as she settled onto his legs. He wasted no time. Knowing she rarely wore panties, he grasped the hem of her skirt in both hands and yanked it upward, pulling it up under her breasts. She raised herself up.

When she settled over him she didn't even have to aim her pussy at him. It was like a homing beacon calling to her; it's rosy mushroom head spreading her greedy labia apart and slowly sinking into her depths as she eased herself down. “That's it, baby, take that cock in easy. I don't want to hurt you,” he whispered. In answer, she slammed herself down over the last few inches, grinding onto the green fatigues as she held his gaze, grinning at him. She began to move, snake-like, coaxing his cock to give up its treasure to her. His eyes lost focus for a moment and she laughed.

“Is it still okay, Charlie?” she teased, “Momma still got a nice tight pussy?”

Lt. Raddison groaned. “Ohhh fuck,” he panted as she gripped him tightly, “you can do things with that thing that a human shouldn't be able to!” His hands went to her blouse, popping the last few buttons apart so her could yank her bra up over her tits and grope them as she fucked him. Because SHE was fucking HIM; she was setting the rhythm and using her talented pussy to milk him like a barnyard animal. All he could do was hang on and enjoy the ride. And he was!

“Kegels, baby,” she grinned at him, as her tummy spasmed in and out and her cunt lips grasped and massaged the shaft of his cock. At one point, she looked down as she pulled all the way off him. Long white strings of her cum still connected the two lovers, sliding out of her slick tunnel onto the head of his pole. It throbbed one time before she again engulfed it, and he moaned long and low.

“Fuck, Wendy, you're gonna make me c.....”

Hearing that, Wendy allowed herself to give in to the pleasure she had been kindling within him. Her hips machined into his as she timed her climax with his.

“Oooooh ooooh oh oh FUCK!” she wailed. Everyone outside heard that. Heads turned toward the solid wood door that couldn't hold the sounds of her orgasm. “Aaaaiiiieeee!” It sounded to those outside, exactly what it was: a woman in the throes of ecstacy. She thrashed over his lap, her hands bracing herself against his shoulders as her head fell back and bobbed forward, like a metal-head at a rock and roll concert. She growled; actually growled as the sensations coursed through her body, from her groin to her brain to the ends of her limbs.

He hung on to her hips, still thrusting, as she gyrated atop him. His cock was surging, blasting hot loads of thick white cum deep into her baby canal, coating her cervix. Fortunately for her, she'd had her tubes tied long ago, so she could accept any and all loads without worrying about pregnancy. At 53, she didn't need another kid! So she gripped him ecstaticly and milked his throbbing shaft of every bit of cum she could coax from his balls. She screamed again, a primal wail of conjugal bliss, then rested her forehead on his shoulder as he finished bucking upward.

At last they quieted, save for their panting breaths. He held her tightly, knowing he'd just had an out-of-body experience that wouldn't be repeated until he saw her again. For her part, she took a deep breath and then unsaddled herself, squeezing her cunt tightly closed to savor all of his seed.

“Wow, Wendy! I think I'm gonna have to go take a walk after that, just to get my heart rate back to normal!” She leaned over and kissed him again, then laughed.

“Hey, you know what?” she asked brightly. “My arm doesn't even hurt!”

Raddison pulled himself to a standing position, stuffing his cum-covered cock back into his fatigues. He winked at her and said, “well, my dick hurts!” and they both broke up laughing. After a moment, he said, “I really do have to go do some head-counts, baby. But feel free to use my office if you like, for as long as you like.”

Wendy brightened. “Really? Oh my god, thanks!” She looked up at the ceiling for a monent. “So, can I have Private Gonzales for a while?” she asked.

He grinned. “I thought you wouldn't be happy with just one time. Tell you what, I'll send them in two at a time. That ought to keep you occupied until I can get it up again.”

“Okay! Gonzales and who?”

He grinned. His face looked like an evil scientist's for a moment. “I'd like to introduce you to Sgt. Robinson,” he smirked. “He's a new recruit in my company, and I'll tell you, we can't get anybody to shower at the same time that he's in there.” He began to move his paperwork off the sparsely covered desk.

Wendy mmmmm'd, wondering just what this recruit was packing, to make him so feared! Raddison turned to her.

“This is your base of operations, soldier,” he joked. “No going off site, but you can conduct whatever kind of maneuvers you like while in here. Now get yourself ready to show these young Guardsmen a good time.” He kissed her one more time and exited the office, closing the door quietly behind him.

Wendy sat her butt on the desk, with her skirt still around her middle. “So much for dry-cleaning,” she said, and grinned. She was in her element. If she could persuade Charlie to send everyone in when the place closed, she might be here most of the night! A brief knock on the door disturbed her as she was removing her now unnecessary blouse and bra.

Private Gonzales stuck his head around the door, smiled and marched in, followed by a tall black man in a matching khaki uniform. If Gonzales was in his early 20s, this new recruit looked to be younger yet! His eyes, though, revealed a knowing look as he appraised the sexy cougar sitting pertly on his commander's desk. He carried a gray blanket in one hand.

“Good morning, Miss Wendy,” he said. “I thought you might need this. That desk looks awful hard.”

Wendy stared down at the sizable bulge in his pants. She smiled and commented, “that's not the only thing that looks hard, soldier. Are you sure you're old enough to shave?”

Gonzales was already stripping off his shirt. The black youth grinned and told her, “I'm 18, if that's what you're worried about. I been takin' care of white women like you since I could get it up...”

“Okay, Robinson,” Gonzales cut in, “we've got a job to do. Let's show this slut how the Guard handles things.” He dropped his pants, and his cock was what Wendy was hoping for: thick and long, and getting more of both as she watched. She almost climaxed just thinking about having it inside her, no matter what he thought of her.

“Hey, she said, “I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot out there.” She watched him wrestle his pants down over his boots, trying to read his expression. He seemed, if not angry, extremely businesslike, as if this was a job he was ordered to do, whether he wanted to or not. She decided to try to win him over the best way she knew how – with her pussy.

She looked down, and it was drooling Lt. Raddison's cum along with her own copious juices in a small puddle under her. Hopping off the table, she spread the coarse gray blanket over the desk, doubled over. It would provide some cushioning for her joints, and soak up some of the residue of the gang-bang this was turning out to be. 'This might be a long day,' she mused, as Pvt. Gonzales took his cock in hand and waited for her to “assume the position” for him. She lay back and looked at him.

“Ready when you are, Private,” she purred in her sexiest voice. I bet you're...UGH!”

Gonzales slammed his rigid cock straight into her hole, not even allowing her to finish. His hands went to her thighs and squeezed the flesh there as he began to plow into her, taking long strokes and going as deep as Lt. Raddison had gone, perhaps deeper. She could feel his cock pushing her cervix up with every thrust. He pummeled her hard, smacking into her groin over and over, claiming her MILF pussy as if it was a team flag on exercises.

“Godddd,” she panted, watching his cock slide in and out of her slick folds, lubricated by the prior fucking, “you're...sure eag...er! Ugh!” It was uncomfortable, but the kind of uncomfortable she craved – beautiful young cock, rigid for her, thrusting into her with abandon. “Fuck!” she grunted, “fuck that p...ussy! Fuck it, you...bastard!”

Her words spurred Gonzales on to even greater disregard for her comfort. In truth she was a cunt to him. An older cunt, admittedly as tight as any younger woman he had been with, but a cunt all the same. He needed to do this MILF good, to make sure Lt. Raddison wasn't all over him. He felt his cum boiling up from his balls already, and was determined to hold out as long as he could, but this pussy was so tight, so hungry! He began to develop an appreciation for her as he watched her tits swaying on her chest with each hard thrust. He reached out and grabbed them as slowed his assault on her pussy.

Wendy smiled up at him, watching his hands fondle her breasts, pulling up on the nipples and teasing them with his fingertips. She relaxed a little, enjoying the feel of his veiny cock as it coasted inside her clutchihg walls. His balls felt full as they banged into her ass. She imagined them coating her canal, filling her up. “Mmmmm,” she purred, “you like my tits?” She took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his hips, locking them at her ankles. This was turning into a wonderful fuck!

He grunted his approval as he cupped the generous mounds, still stroking those hard nipples. “Yes ma'am,” he finally said, “these are all natural, aren't they?”

Wendy felt her orgasm welling as he teased her nipples. His cock was like a heavenly machine, thrusting regularly, and she knew she was going to climax on it. “They are, soldier,” she affirmed. “No silicone in there. Oooooh, keep doing that,” she suddenly uttered, as he began to pull at the nipples again and she felt a sudden spike in her arousal. “Oh god, keep doing that!”

Gonzales felt her pussy clench him as her climax began to wash over her. He continued his stroking; he was close, himself. 'Breathe' he told himself, but the moment was upon him. He twisted the by-now rosy nipples nipples hard as his balls began transfering his seed up through his shaft, and they both stiffened as he shot his first full load deep inside her.

“Gahhhhh!” She cried out as her climax hit, synchronized with his seed splashing against her cervix. She craved the heat of his second blast, but he pulled out suddenly and shot it all over her breasts and tummy. It was like a suddenly denied orgasm for her as he pussy grasped at nothing, but she could appreciate how sexy it was to get her body painted in a young man's cum, so she laid her head back and let him coat her tummy in his seed.

At last he finished, grunting out his last few spurts onto her body. She reached down with one hand and rubbed it all over her belly, at last looking at him again as he stared down at her work. “Mmmmm, soldier,” she whispered, “that was pretty wonderful.” She grinned at him as he stepped to her side to be cleaned up. She opened her mouth. When she felt him fill it, she licked and sucked all that gooey cream hungrily, knowing that Robinson was about to be next in her pussy. She needed a full orgasm this time, the toe-curling kind that she craved the most.

“Yes, ma'am. I'm glad you enjoyed it,” the Private said as she swirled her tongue around the bell end of his cock. He turned to Robinson, who was holding his enormous pecker in one hand, kicking off his pants leg with his other foot. “You take care of Miss Wendy now,” he told the recruit, then laughed as he pulled his cock away. “Just don't wreck that pussy, you freak!”

Gonzales exited the room to find two new men to participate. Wendy looked down her body at Robinson, who stood looking tentatively down at the mess on her tummy. His cock was hidden from her view, but it was obvious he was holding it in his hand, stroking it. The recruit was black, and very tall and thin, so she imagined his cock would be long but not as thick as the preceding two men. He cleared his throat.

“Uhm, this gonna hurt, Miss Wendy.”

She shifted a little, working her hips into the wool blanket. “Don't worry about that, sweetie,” she encouraged, chuckling. “I like a little pain. Makes you feel alive, you kno...aaaAAAAGHHH!” She screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???”

Robinson only laughed. He held himself about three quarters of the way inside her and gave her a moment to look down. When she did, her eyes went wide.

“Jesus,” she moaned, “that's... that's fucking unNATURAL!” It felt like the handle end of a baseball bat was inside her. The bulbous mushroom head swelled her already widened tunnel just before her cervix; the remainder resembled a slick black anaconda trying to enter a too-small tunnel. Two more soldiers had come into the room, and they stared on in shock, as well. One of them moved to each side of her head, though, with their stiff cocks already out. It was clear they had their orders, too.

Right now Wendy's order was to survive this assault on her hole. She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath as Robinson began to move.

He taunted her. “You ready for the second half?” he said, “or you want me to just speed up?”

Wendy gasped as she was rearranged inside. “No! Just... just go slow and steady, baby,” she moaned, “until I get used to it.” One of the other men, whose dick she had plunging into her mouth at the moment, laughed.

“You don't get used to that, Miss,” he told her. “You just try to forget it, after.”

All three of the soldiers laughed. Wendy, for her part, couldn't join in. She was trying to concentrate all her will on accepting the huge pipe being laid inside her. Robinson moved, slowly but steadily, withdrawing it and then working it back inside. It seemed like the man's body didn't contain enough blood to fully bloat this monster, but it was hard enough to do some amazing things to her. She could actually feel the mushroom head of it moving in and out of her sweet wet chute.

“God,” she groaned as she switched her oral attention from one dick to another, “I don't think I'll ever forget this!” Just then the cock that had vacated her mouth erupted all over the side of her face and into her hair.

“Holy crap,” the man shouted, “just watching that did it for me.” He looked to his partner. “Sorry, Salazar,” he said.

“Hey, it means I get all this slut's attention until somebody else comes in,” Salazar grinned. He began to plunge his cock relentlessly into the auburn-haired MILF's throat. “I ain't gonna get to fuck her, once Robbie here gets done wrecking that cum-pocket, but I can do some damage to this throat!”

Wendy cut her eyes up at him, unable to speak. But her expression said, 'don't count me out yet, bub. I've taken more meat down this gullet than you can imagine.' She cupped his cock between her lips and began to apply as much suction as she could at that point. Robinson, meanwhile, continued to explore the depths between her thighs. She smiled around Salazar's cock as his hips jerked in their movements.

“Damn, this bitch is like a vacuum cleaner!” the soldier shouted. “Fuck, I'm gonna blow!”

He pulled out of Wendy's mouth and grunted as his dick began to expel its precious load onto the side of her face nearest him. Spurt after spurt hit her temple, her cheekbone and across her upper lip and chin, until he was at last satisfied with the way he had painted her. “Matching sides,” he observed, as he wiped the head of his cock in her hair. And then there was another set of cocks, one at each side of her head, wanting to be drained. She climaxed again as Robinson plunged in and out of her, his massive girth causing her clit to caress it in each direction. It was almost more than she could stand.

It went on that way for another hour. Wendy pursed her lips around each cock and swallowed a number of loads. She got spunked on and aggressively face-fucked, and still Robinson kept fucking her pussy. She orgasmed., on average, every two to three minutes, until at last she blacked out from sensory overload. Lt. Raddison looked in a few times. At the end, he directed his men to just jack off on her, and ordered Robinson to finally “finish up inside her, man!” He reminded him that he still had work to do, of a more military nature.

Robinson grinned at his Lieutenant. “Sir, yes SIR!” With that, he blasted off inside her cunt as deeply as he could get, which was still two inches shy of all the way. Wendy did an unconscious twitch as her canal was filled to overflowing, and uttered a soft moan. Six or seven more surges, and more was being displaced within the MILF than she could possibly take in. Robinson pulled out, zipped up and left her laying across the desk. A huge stain of dark gray material was visible under her hips on the blanket.

Wendy came awake to silence. Her face was drenched in sweat and man-grool, her tits plastered in the same. Her legs felt like they had been pulled off, then reinserted into her hips. As she sat up, she looked down. Her inner lips were drawn out, rubbed raw, and hanging out onto a sodden gray wool blanket. Slowly, she remembered the events of the day.

“Fucking Robinson,” she murmured, shaking her head. It hurt to move, but she got off the desk slowly and pulled her sklrt down over her hips and trembling legs. She looked around, and realized some of the men must have used her blouse for a cum rag. It lay, wrinkled and soiled, in the corner of the room. Her lacy black balconette bra was next to it. As she took her first few tentative steps in her heels, she felt like a newly-foaled horse she had once seen learning to walk. Its wobbly legs had nothing on hers!

She got dressed – more like she covered herself with her bra and blouse, since neither did much to preserve the sexy look she had arrived with – took a deep breath and grasped the door handle. There was still a murmuring noise out there, as nurses gave shots and applied band-aids and people sat for their 15 minutes afterwards, discussing their experience with their neighbors at the tables. When she slipped out the door and turned to the back exit, conversation seemed to stop for a moment, but she didn't look back. She didn't see Charlie, and didn't recognize some of the soldiers who had probably used her. But she was smiling inside, despite the discomfort.