“Stay completely still and let me do this in my own time.” He had his hands on my hips, but he wasn’t doing anything to force me. He didn’t have to. The decision was already made for me when I decided to go on this journey of sexual discoveries.
“Take all the time you need. I can be very patient, but I can also be a harsh taskmaster. It depends on my mood at the time. I’ve never been with a virgin. I think you can see what the idea has done to me.” He was making me look into the mirror of my own depravity. Pushing back made my lips begin to submit to something bigger than my finger. No toy could represent what he was sporting.
I could smell the salt air combined with the heady aroma of sex. It gave me the courage to give that large mushroom shape room to maneuver. It was quite daunting, but I was able to accommodate the swelled head of his arousal. It made my eyes go wide with expectation. I was breathing heavily with my hands on his chest. I could literally feel his heart beating underneath my fingertips.
It scared me to death, but I was willing to take the risk for what was going to be a pleasing sensation. The restriction of my virginity was breached. I had wasted all of this time trying to find the right one. I figured it would be awkward and over with, but it was the furthest thing from the truth. He did not prematurely leave me disappointed. It didn’t matter how desperate my pussy was to relieve him of his burden.
It was slow and agonizing, but before long I was sitting flush with his midsection. His brothers had circled us and I was witnessing the way a man pleases himself when he’s alone and nobody’s watching. It only served to enhance the experience. The discomfort was replaced with something that was making me bite the bottom of my lip.
Denver held me steady and began to piston like a jackhammer between my legs. I was moaning continuously with my legs trembling with the effort to stay in the position. Dropping to my knees made it easier, but he had his hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him for better access.
“My god…you are so fucking tight that it’s a wonder that I haven’t shot you full of my cream already. I know there’s another hole which we will get to eventually.” He had stuffed me full and the very thought of doing that to my other hole had me pressing my hands against his throat. It didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, his cock got even harder if that was even possible. His balls must’ve been boiling and I could almost see the metaphorical steam coming out of his ears.
He returned the favor by reaching up and putting his hands around my throat. We were both staring at each other riding the blissful waves of sexual nirvana. My vision blurred, but we continued to push the envelope. I was waiting for the inevitable release of endorphins.
“The expression on your face is priceless. I hope this is everything you wanted and more. I can feel how you want me to finish this. This is not a sprint and more a marathon.” His stamina was above reproach and this was not a 5-minute wonder. He was able to bring me to my knees in servitude. The way that he was holding me by the throat had me at a loss for words. There was nothing menacing about it. It was erotic.
“I’m fucking cumming…all over you.” My lips quivered while I rode high on his saddle of manly persuasion.
It was wild and untamed. He was exactly what I was waiting for when I was laying in my cold and empty bed at night. This was the toy that I should have had in my closet for those occasions where more was needed than a plastic substitute.
“I can’t pretend that I don’t want you, Chloe. We are ready to give you what you have been missing. Ride that fucking cock and be prepared for what is going to be the end result.” He wasn’t the only one breathing heavy. The others were jolted by this display of sexual delight.
I don’t know how they did it, but they managed to stay in the moment until I was whipping my hair around in a circle. My thighs were quaking underneath their watchful eyes. The voyeuristic aspect had turned the heat up a few degrees.
“I am going to have the time of my life. It’s so much better to have more than one. I believe this is what is called a circle jerk. All of you are going to cum for me by using your hands.” My chest was heaving and the cock inside me had ballooned.
When he went off the others followed suit splattering me from every angle. I was in the middle of a creamy cum shower. I reveled in the heat touching my skin over and over again.
I didn’t dare close my eyes in case I was going to miss something. Their faces showed their pleasure and their members dripped the remaining droplets of their excitement. None of them remained flaccid for very long. They were using me for inspiration to put the lead back in their considerable sized pencils.
“I’m happy to see that I won’t have to do much to get you guys ready for the next round. I’ve seen so many positions on the Internet. I want to try as many of them as I can in one night. I believe that I have some volunteers.” They all raised their hands in unison. I was getting more sex in one night than most women had in their lifetime.
“I really don’t want you to get off of me. It still feels damn good to be smothered by your cock hungry hole.” We were in a freeze frame and I sat there waiting for him to slide back out.
“I feel the same way and we can just sit here for a moment to catch our breath. It shouldn’t come as any big surprise that you have created a monster. I’m a monster with an insatiable appetite for cock is waiting for you. I don’t have any reference to size. As long as you can use it, I really don’t care.” It was a moment of serenity with this sense of pleasure which didn’t seem to want to abate.
Chapter Four
I was already on my hands and knees naked which only seemed to spur them on. Denver was directing the action. One taste of cock was never going to be enough for my greedy little kitty. I had all of these available and tasty looking men ready to be the next recipient.
“Tanner, I want you to get down on your back and hold onto your cock.” I was getting better at learning their names. He looked at Denver who was leaning against his motorcycle grabbing his already rising from the ashes enthusiasm.
“Don’t look at me. I would do what she says unless you want somebody else to take your place.” Tanner with peach fuzz on his face found his position. I lowered onto him with my feet firmly planted on the sand.
“His head is a bit bigger than yours, but I think that I can work with it.” I couldn’t wait any longer and I was the one in the driver’s seat. I was holding my tongue gritting through the worst of it.
Once it was in then the rest of the long and unyielding shaft followed to where his balls were nestled up against me. The one standing in front of me was a mystery. It did look good enough to eat which was exactly what I was going to do.
Leaning forward gave me a chance to sample his goods. I gobbled him up and began to ride slowly like a cowboy making his exit into the sunset. Having more than one man was becoming my guilty pleasure. I didn’t think that I could contend with one lone cock to satisfy all of my needs.
“Damn…that is a sight worthy of framing. You could be the next best thing in the adult movie industry.” Denver sounded closer than when he was leaning against his motorcycle.
I felt this cool liquid running down the crack of my ass. I shivered to the sensation and then his hand on the small of my back made me realize there was still one hole not occupied.
I had my mouth full to argue the point. I wanted to know how it would feel to have him sawing inside me with only the thin membrane between him and the other cock. He didn’t seem to be worried about crossing swords.
His knob pressed forward with the lubrication causing any hesitation to vanish. I moaned around the intrusion in my mouth and I heard Denver’s exhale of breath. I was shaking, but it wasn’t from nervousness. The pleasure of three cocks was soon compounded with one more in each of my fist.
I didn’t know where the extra meat had come from, but I had a feeling word of mouth had gotten back to their clubhouse. It was hard to concentrate stroking these two cocks while the one in my mouth was tapping aga
inst my throat. It was getting easier to slip him into my throat with a simple touch of my tongue to fuel him into a sexual rage.
Denver was halfway in and still, he was playing my spine like a xylophone. Tanner had wrapped his hands around my waist and then he was bucking uncontrollably. Once he was done the one in my right hand took his place.
“I’ve never seen a woman like you take to multiple cocks like a duck does to water. There really was a need inside of you waiting for someone like me to come along. I think that we are going to ruin you for one man.” I had already come to the same conclusion. Denver was only repeating what I was already thinking.
He was taking his time, but I couldn’t say the same thing for his brethren. The one underneath me was soon displaying the same telltale signs of an imminent explosion. He was getting sloppy seconds and it didn’t seem to bother him.
“I didn’t think that it was possible, but your asshole is tighter than your pussy. It’s taking an effort to keep a steady rhythm.” I did like how he rocked his hips. These men were doing things to my body that didn’t seem imaginable. They had turned my fantasies into reality.
I lost count how many times I came. Working all of them until they were spilling their load was a work in progress. The one in my mouth tasted sweet and the second one was bitter on the tip of my tongue. I was becoming a cum guzzling whore. I wouldn’t be satisfied unless I had one in my mouth at least once a day. Fortunately, I had made the acquaintance of a biker gang who was willing to be at my beck and call.
“Let’s make this one count. You’ve had your fun and those finished should leave us in private.” His words conveyed a certain strict tone. I found myself in many different positions and the possibilities were endless with how many hardened tools were at my disposal.
Everybody had vacated leaving me with Denver standing at attention. He had me upside down with my hands full of sand. He was fucking me, igniting a firestorm inside me which only his big hose was going to put out.
“There doesn’t seem to be an end to your appetite. You drained each and every one of them and left them walking funny. I’m not ready to give up just yet. There’s no reason to kill the magic between us.” The blood was rushing to my head with my legs spread in a Y opened for his sexual amusement. It was a good thing I was agile and the grunt of approval coming from his lips pushed me to go further than I had ever gone before.
“I will always be ready for you. The others are an added bonus for when I’m feeling more frisky than usual.” I was always going to have a soft spot for each and every one of them. I could only hope they would return the favor with something hard and at a full salute. I had a feeling I was not going to be disappointed.
“This little pussy will always have a place in my lap. I’ll guarantee the boys will be more than accommodating. Their old ladies might have something to say about it. You could dissuade them from violence by getting in touch with your lesbian side.” The very thought of being with a woman made my tender bits clamp down on top of him. I came with my juices enveloped around him in a tight glove.
“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me.” My eyes were closed and I was screaming to the heavens. He was striking a match to my already hot to the touch hole. Somehow he was able to abstain even during my sexual upheaval.
“Nobody is safe when you’re around. I have to be careful not to become a victim. I thought I was the one in charge, but maybe it’s not such a bad thing to relinquish control. Someday I may allow you to give me a taste of my own medicine. That day isn’t today.” He found an ounce of energy and was using it to blind me to how fast he could light the fuse of my dynamite all over again.
This time it was a simultaneous infusion of both of our bodies joined together in an unholy alliance. I came with the same intensity as all the others. There was nobody else that could’ve given me a more memorable experience.
“Fuck… this is going to happen and I can feel the pressure building.” He came with his head thrown back. His hands let me go to where I was lying in the sand looking up at him.
He injected one good stream and the rest was crisscrossing my breasts. There was no way to replicate this experience, but I was damn and determined to give it the old college try.
“There’s nothing like a girl who knows what they want and goes after it. We all got more than we bargained for in more ways than one.” He fell to his knees and I couldn’t explain the look of elation crossing his features. “I don’t want you to be a stranger in the night. I can’t demand that you come to me. It is what I want.” I was liberated from the mundane existence of the never-ending boredom during dates.
“I don’t see that it will take much convincing to be with you and the boys again.” I was going to make it a weekly occurrence.
Nothing was going to stop me from delving into those dark desires. Like gravity, they were going to pull me towards their wide open arms. I had become open-minded and the shackles of reluctance had laid bear the woman craving satisfaction. They were exactly what I wanted. The surprises in store for me had only begun.
I would give them all something to think about. None of them would be immune to the sexual beast inside begging to get out. The need for cock would only be satiated for a short period of time. I was greedy and was going to have my fill. To think it all started with a couple of rowdy frat boys getting a little too comfortable with my body.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 18
Chapter One
“I know this isn’t the news you were hoping for. It’s going to take some time for you to adjust. I’m sure you’re going to have some questions.” Dr. Connors had been my family Physician for as long as I could remember.
I was in total shock and feeling like somebody had hit me between the eyes with a sledgehammer. I lived a modest life never making waves and keeping my head down low.
I had no interest in dating. My mother was right when she told me guys would say and do anything to get into my panties. Losing my virginity was the worst mistake of my life. I was not apt to repeat it anytime soon.
“You give me a month to live and what exactly were you expecting my reaction to be? I would ask for a second opinion, but you’ve always been one to go out of your way to make sure the prognosis is correct.” Dying was scary, but dying before I had a chance to live a little was unconscionable.
“I can put you in touch with some support groups. I know this doesn’t mean much, but you won’t feel anything until the end.” He had handed me a death sentence and was looking to take the sting out by surrounding me with people in the same position.
I ran my hands through my blonde hair, breathing deeply like I was in labor and looking around expecting somebody to come out to say this was one big joke at my expense. His stern concern was rubbing me the wrong way and I felt like lashing out at the first person I saw.
“I’m going to need some time to take all of this in. I think it goes without saying this is to remain between the two of us. Patient confidentiality is something I know you take seriously.” My mother was my last surviving relative and she didn’t need the stress after going through a cardiac condition a couple of months ago.
I walked out of his office feeling like a light bulb had gone off over my head. My fingers began to undo the first couple of buttons on my blouse. I let my hair fall around my shoulders after I took it out of the bun. My glasses gave me that naughty librarian look.
I had heard all the jokes while working at the college library, but I dismissed them with a wave of my hand. I took a deep breath of the fresh air fueling me into doing something reckless for the first time in my life. I was through playing by the conventional rules that society deemed necessary to keep people from uncovering their hidden desires.
I might have looked boring on the outside, but my body was sculpted into a hard piece of candy. I was going to find out if I truly did melt in somebody’s hand or their mouth. My 5’9, 145lb body with huge b
reasts was looking to make up for lost time. I ripped the bandage off from around my waist to breathe normally without constraints.
I got into my very staid silver Volvo and I turned the engine. I drove down the block and right into a dealership. I had my eye on a Mustang that was cherry red. I wasn’t going to be able to take my money with me.
The young man with his hair slicked back and clean shaven was giving me the eye. I could feel him behind me through the skirt that was below my knees. I would have been scared out of my mind had my life not flashed before my eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re missing until you take it for a test drive. I can have the keys in your hand in 30-seconds.” My father had an old Mustang we tinkered with in his garage. This model would have been a step up with some of the classic features still intact.
“I have been thinking about making a change. Get the keys and let’s see what this thing can do on the open road.” I watched him scurry off and held my gaze on his posterior. He wasn’t really my type. I was throwing away my misconceptions and doing what felt good in the moment.
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