'Two isn't a gang-bang,' I said. 'Technically, you need at least three or four.'
'Like a short bus queue,' said Ivan as her head descended on his prick.
'A long one would be better,' she said and closed her mouth over his swollen glans.
'How about a football team?' I suggested. 'Eleven super-fit athletes tuned to a peak of physical perfection.' I flipped her hair off her face so I could watch her eat Ivan's cock. Obligingly she held it back for me with her free hand.
'Make that a rugby team,' said Ivan. 'Union, of course.'
'Yeah. Fifteen finely honed hunks of beef raring to play with you in the team bath, Steph.'
She was really going to work on him now, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in to the root, then pulling back to the tip and teasing him with her tongue.
'American football's got dozens of guys - teams within teams,' I said, sounding cool though what she was doing to Ivan was blowing my mind. 'While the defence is on the field you could be shagging the offence and vice versa when they change over.'
There was no response to this. Ivan was breathing heavily, his hands beneath Steph's body holding her tits. She raised her head on the upstroke and looked at me.
'Shut up, Sam, and do me. I want you both at once.'
I did as I was told and put my hand between her legs. Spunk and come juice were running out of her as thick as wallpaper paste. Her pussy sucked my cock in on a tide of lust.
An hour later she was close to wearing us out. We'd had her together everywhichway and our pricks were bent out of shape. I was sprawled across the mattress on my back, the sweat drying on my skin and Ivan was rolling another joint, Steph was lying on my thighs looking my red-raw penis in the face. She tickled it with her tongue. It twitched. She opened her mouth and sucked it in. I could feel the blood begin to flow in my loins once more. I couldn't believe it.
Just as she'd got it fully erect the door opened an inch or two. For a second Jack's face peered into the room, then it was gone.
I lay frozen in shock. There was marijuana in my lungs and my brain was on hold. That couldn't have been Jack - he was in Birmingham. And if it had been Jack, why didn't he come in and - what? Kill us all, maybe? Perhaps he'd gone to get a knife or a crowbar or... as I said, my brain was buggered and I just lay there with Steph's lips wrapped around my pulsing tool.
Then the door opened again, wide this time. Jack came in. Two other guys followed him. I didn't recognise them. They wore suits and identical ties - blue polka dots - and looked very straight.
The two strangers hung back, taking their cue from Jack. He said nothing but he snatched the joint from Ivan and began to unbuckle his belt with the other hand. His face was set hard and there was a wild glint in his eye. I knew that look of old.
Ivan had scrambled to his feet but Jack ignored him, yanking off his clothes as fast as he could. His eyes were fixed on Steph's flagrantly displayed flesh.
She seemed oblivious to the movement behind her. She carried on as before, bathing my cock with her tongue, stroking and tickling the shaft with her fingers. I now had a boner I could use to smash a plate-glass window.
Then she lifted her head and looked at Jack over her shoulder.
'Hello, darling,' she said. 'I hope you didn't rush home on my account.'
'You bitch,' he said and landed a big hand on the seat of her arse with a deafening crack.
She squealed and her body quivered on top of mine but, to my surprise, she stuck her bottom up higher, presenting him with a target he couldn't miss. He didn't. His hand landed again with a fleshy smack and she groaned, her breath hot on my tool. The two new guys were staring bug-eyed at this spectacle.
Jack was on his knees now between her back-thrust thighs, aiming his swollen cock into her open pussy split.
'Hold her tight,' he muttered to me as he thrust into her but there was no need. It was obvious Steph had no intention of going anywhere. As Jack began to crash into her, humping his big tool into her slippery pussy, she turned her attention back to me and deep-throated my straining prick like an auditioning porno actress.
Whether it was the velvet kiss of her hot mouth or the thrill of holding her shivering body as Jack fucked her or even the thought of having an audience, I don't know, but I came almost at once. I exploded down her throat just as Jack lunged for the last time, spunking deep into her pussy.
He looked at me as he rested on top of her, panting and grinning. 'You horny bastards,' he said and rolled off.
'Introduce me to your friends,' said Steph, turning onto her side to face them. She made no effort to cover herself - well, there wasn't much point.
They were Jerry and Steve, colleagues of Jack's on his training course which had adjourned early so they could work on a project. They'd jumped into Jack's VW and returned to London for the night. From the look of them, the shit-eating grins on their faces and the hard-ons straining at their pants, the project on hand held more allure than they'd expected.
Jerry was a big guy, tall, blond and athletic; Steve was slim, cool-looking and as black as a starless night. Together they made a handsome contrast. Steph was in luck, not that she cared. The mood Snow White was in, she'd have taken on the seven dwarfs.
She got to her feet, spunk running down her legs, her big bottom jiggling, and put her arms round them both in welcome. Jerry closed a hand like a shovel on her left buttock and squeezed, Steve kissed her on the lips and put his fingers in her bush. The three of them clung together, two men in business suits and a nude blonde, pawing each other without finesse.
Steph took their cocks out as they goosed her up. Jerry's was fat and broad; she could hardly get her hand round it. Steve's was long and slim, just like him.
'Oh, Jesus,' she said. 'I can't wait.'
The boys had her with their clothes on. Steve first, with Jerry holding her up by the arse and Steve spearing his long black weapon into her as she sat on his slim hips, the three of them making some strange half-clad, multi-coloured animal swaying on four legs.
Steve came fast and they collapsed onto the mattress.
'Quick, quick,' cried Steph, pulling at Jerry's fat cock, 'I'm nearly there.' And she stuffed it between her legs, into her insatiable quim, hitting her come-notes as she did so.
Jack pushed Jerry off her the moment he had finished and flipped her over onto all-fours. He had a tube of KY in his hand and squirted a loop of jelly between her buttocks.
'What are you going to do to me?' she asked, a note of alarm sounding in her voice for the first time.
'What do you think, you randy tart?' he said with relish, smearing the cream into the rosette of her anus.
'Please, Jack, no. It won't go in, I know. It's too big - OH!' Her shriek belied her words as we could all plainly see. The head of Jack's swollen red prick had disappeared into the pink dimple between her shaking cheeks.
'Oh, you're in me, you bastard. I forbid it, take it out!'
He reached beneath her and began to massage her clit.
'God, I hate you sometimes,' she muttered but there was no venom in her voice, just resignation and, as the seconds ticked on and he made no move to push further into her bum, frustration.
'OK, give it to me,' she whispered.
'Give you what, sweetheart?'
His fingers were working rhythmically on her pussy split and her bottom cheeks were twitching in agitation.
'Give me your cock! Put it up me properly, damn you.'
Jack laughed and pulled his tool out a little to prevent her lunging back and impaling herself.
'Say after me: "I'm a horny slut and I want everyone to shag my arse".'
'No!'
'Say it, you know you want to.'
'Please, Jack.'
'Say it or I'll never touch you again.'
She looked round with big imploring eyes. There were four of us apart from Jack hanging on her every word. All of us, crazy as it may seem, with stiff cocks on view. It seemed to me there was calculation mixe
d with alarm in her gaze as she looked at our exposed members.
'I'm a horny slut,' she said firmly, 'and I want everyone to shag my arse. Oh yes—'
Jack was in her now, plugging her bottom to the hilt.
'Yes, yes please! Oh that's fantastic! Do me there! Fuck my bum! I don't care! Aah!'
Her shrieks were cut off by Jerry corking her mouth with his big broad prick. She bobbed on it hungrily as Jack finished off at her other end and staggered to his feet.
Steve was in there before Ivan or I could move, pressing his long bony tool to the slick fissure of her back passage. Jack must have opened her up a fair bit because it was swallowed up in one smooth thrust without a murmur from Steph - mind you, her mouth was occupied at the time.
The boys took their time with her. Steve kneeling up and withdrawing his cock to the brink, then pressing it right home. Concentration furrowed his brow as he watched his coal-black member appear then disappear between the shaking white cheeks of this voracious woman whom he had known for barely an hour. Suddenly his face contorted and he pulled back, jerking his glistening prick from her anus and squirting thick gouts of semen all over her buttocks.
'My, what a pretty sight,' he said as he surveyed her peaches-and-cream posterior glistening with come.
Steph glanced over her shoulder, her lips sticky with Jerry's seed, then looked up at Ivan and I.
'How about a sandwich?' she said. 'One of you up my bum and the other in my cunt.'
It wasn't an offer I got every day of the week. I took the back door route.
I had dressed and cleaned up by the time Carol got home. The others were still closeted in the bedroom. I could barely keep my eyes open. Fortunately, Carol didn't appear to notice.
'What a bloody day,' she said, looping her arms around my neck. 'Tonight I feel like getting pissed and laid.' She ground her high soft breasts into my chest and added, 'Not necessarily in that order.'
'Sorry,' I said. 'I don't feel good. I think I'd better go to bed.'
So I did and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I was alone in bed. 'Carol's up late,' I thought to myself as I drifted off again.
In the morning I felt pretty perky. The sun was peeking into the room and Carol's dark tresses were next to mine on the pillow. I remembered the events of the day before. Of Steph's nude body spreadeagled across her bed, of her lips on my cock, of the slick warmth of her pussy - of the velvet kiss of her bum.
I put my hand up Carol's nightdress. She leapt away from me like a scalded cat.
'Get off,' she spat.
'What's the matter, darling?'
'Sorry, Sam, I feel fragile - too many drinks last night.'
So that was all right. But when I tried to cuddle her, to cup a large warm tit and kiss her on the lips, she pushed me away. I got the message and went off to make coffee instead.
As I got out of bed I noticed, among her clothes thrown in a bundle on the dressing-table chair, a blue polka-dot tie.
So that explained that. Unaccountably, the thought of Steve and Jerry fucking my fiancée gave me a stonking erection.
Later, after the nine-to-fivers had left for work, I ran into Steph in the kitchen. She looked fresh-faced and bright-eyed, her hair like a golden cloud around her pretty face. She wore loose flowery trousers and a turquoise skinny-rib sweater which showed off her big nipples. My stonker returned at once.
'So your wish came true then,' I said, slipping an arm around her waist.
'What wish?'
'To have a gang-bang.'
She looked at me as if I'd just thrown up on her shoes and removed my arm.
'Sam, I don't know what you're talking about.'
And she turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, the broad and delectable cheeks of her bottom quivering beneath the thin cotton of her flowery pants.
The Spank 'em Papers
There are no frills to this self-contained frolic of the Victorian era. Despite the quaint language of the telling, man and woman answer the call of lust in the most unselfconscious manner. A modest young woman responds to a polite social overture and, inspired by wine and the swish of birch twigs, is transformed into an inexhaustible nymphomaniac. All parties earn good marks for enthusiasm and stamina and the unknown author deserves some sort of accolade for creating a sentence that reads: 'All this so maddened Sir Clifford that his body was pervaded with fuck' - which just about sums the matter up...
A very pretty girl called Annie, of graceful figure, when walking through Jermyn Street was accosted by a gentlemanly young man who, after some conversation of a character highly flattering to herself and which completely won the confidence of her guileless heart, persuaded her to accompany him to his chambers, which were close by.
When they arrived, he brought out wine and biscuits which he persuaded her to take. Sitting on a luxurious sofa, under the influence of the wine and his fascination, she became so enamoured of him, that when he put his arm around her waist and, drawing her closely to him, pressed warm kisses on her pouting lips, she was so overcome as to return them, nor was she able to resist when he began to take further liberties with her.
The young man pressed her to him and, with a little difficulty, got his hand inside the bosom of her dress and pressed the warm and firm globes that nestled there. The pretty girl struggled slightly and said: 'Oh! You must not! Don't, do let me alone.'
'I don't wish to let you alone,' said the young gallant. 'You must let me feel this soft and enchanting bosom, you must indeed.'
Saying this, he managed to unfasten her dress completely, and actually got out one naked globe in his hand, which he devoured with kisses, and so disordered all her senses that, while her breasts were fluttering under the wanton encroachments of his hand, which was now moulding her bubbing bubbies into all sorts of forms, he succeeded also in gradually raising her dress sufficiently high to enable him to place the other hand between her thighs, up which he gradually groped till he reached the silken covering of the spot where they joined.
This alarmed her at first and she tried hard to remove his hand but, getting his fingers between the velvet lips of her warm slit, he began to frig her and this eager action rendered her powerless. The panting girl yielded herself entirely and lay back in his arms, her head upon his shoulder, her eyes half closed, her lips moving in unison with his, as he kissed her.
The young Don Juan saw she was in no condition to resist him, if he even fucked her. He therefore drew forth his prick, hot and swollen as it was and, throwing one leg over her, he brought his stiff cock close enough to her to enable him to bring the bursting head, among the floss that covered the entrance, to her juicy cunt.
Now, while maintaining the progress he had made, he shifted her into a better position for enjoying her. Shifting her head to the pillow on the couch, he laid one of her legs on that substitute for a bed and, getting between them, he brought the other up also, and then lay down on the body of the panting girl, whose face was now flushed with the deep crimson of desire.
He all the time was stopping her entreaties by his constant kisses on her half-open mouth, while his arms were pressing around her loins. Already the dreadful shaft was pressing its way to its utmost length into the luscious gap of her quim, while she was opening and extending her legs of her own accord so as to enable him to penetrate her better.
Suddenly, the tremulous maid was horrified on seeing the door open and another gentleman enter the room. With a look of such genuine shame that she could not have imagined it mere acting, her lover disengaged himself from her endearing arms, and rose from her form, which thus became exposed to the sight of the intruder, leaving her to cover as best she could her private parts.
This she could not readily accomplish, as her lover had contrived to entangle his foot amongst her drapery. The intruder was thus enabled to gain her side before she could recover an upright position and cover herself up. This he prevented her doing, holdin
g her clothes as she attempted to pull them down, and at the same time pressing her backwards in the position in which she lay before.
The trembling girl was alarmed, as the intruder's stern voice was heard saying: 'So, sir, this is the way you bring young ladies here in my absence. Leave the room, sir. As for you, miss, I shall keep you here as you are and send for your friends, whom I know, in order that they may see how you behave when away from them.'
The ci-devant lover slunk away and left the room, and the frightened girl felt as though she could have sunk through the floor, as the stranger still kept her clothes up when they were left alone. She entreated him to let her go, but he would not and, after gloating for a while on her charms, he said: 'How I shall either expose you or give you a good birching for your wickedness. Choose which it shall be.'
After a few moments she, in her confusion and fright, chose the latter alternative. He then allowed her to rise and, taking a birch from a buffet that stood in the room, the tormentor sat down and, stretching out his legs before him, he bent her across them, her fair head hanging down as if to hide her face, while submitting to such a punishment as she was about to receive.
For quite a quarter an hour, the cruel gentleman thus gratified himself by birching her posteriors, enjoying her sighs, which she gave vent to, as the process of the whipping gradually brought back that lustful heat in her quim which the blandishments of her betrayer had first generated there, and these sighs soon became more expressive of voluptuous passion than of any other feeling.
Before he had birched her up to that point when the man feels he must fuck the flagellated one, or let his spunk flow in his trousers, the panting maid was as willing as he was that her flagellator should enjoy her in front as well as behind. Throwing the rod aside, he took her in his arms and begged that she would make friends with him, saying that he could not resist flogging her when he saw another enjoying her lovely charms.
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