They each had a go at fucking her in doggy, pounding her as hard as they possibly could. She loved hearing the sound of their balls slapping off of her, it made the whole thing even more enjoyable. She let out a chorus of muffled moans as they rotated, taking turns on her pussy and mouth. Then without warning, she was lifted in the air and placed on top of Adam who was lying on the bed, her back to his stomach. Her asshole and his cock were drenched in lube by the other two and then they lined her up and pushed his meaty dick into her tight little ass. “Oh my fucking god!” She yelled out as he began pounding her ass. “How did you know that I fucking love to be fucked in my ass?” They all laughed a little as she continued to moan.
But the moans would only grow louder and louder. Ben leapt up onto the bed and managed to position himself above Maddie, slamming himself into her pussy. Double penetration – her absolute favourite. Then Stuart occupied the only remaining hole: her mouth. They all got to work, pounding their respective holes as fast and as hard as their pelvis would allow. She felt as though her goals for the holiday had already been achieved and it was only just the first night. She had three guys going to town on every available hole she had to offer. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her first night here.
She came again and again, squirting all over them as they groaned and moaned all around her. But even with her mouth filled up with a huge dick, her screams were still the loudest.
The lads all seemed to have the same idea on how to end the amazing experience. They all pulled out at the same time and dragged her onto the floor. They stood in a line and she knelt down with her mouth wide open and her tongue extended, ready to taste them. They all jerked off rapidly, their cocks all lubed up from fucking her for so long. Then, all at once, they unloaded onto her face and into her mouth. She caught what she could, but there was way too much to keep track of. She swallowed what was in her mouth and opened her eyes. She was absolutely drenched in there come, it was dribbling down her chin and over her tits.
On just the first night, Maddie Prescott had well and truly gotten what she wanted: fucked hard and fucked properly, by three pieces of horny young meat. As she licked some of the come off of her upper lip and tasted the saltiness of it, she knew that she had properly set the tone for what the rest of the holiday would hold. Would any different boys be brought back here? Most definitely, she needed some variety in her life. That’s what she had been missing. But would they ever top that performance? Now that one she wasn’t so fucking sure about.
Chapter One
The bar was a jam-packed with people. They were all huddled in their own little groups, jeering and laughing away to the sound of other people doing the same. Little pockets dotted all around the room, looking as though they were carelessly enjoying themselves in the company of their friends. And that was largely because they were. They all were. It was the highlight of their week. A time in which they could come out of their shell and come alive for a good five or six hours. Where they could avoid the bitterness of thinking about work or studying. Where they could just get away from it all. To them, it was the best time of the week – it was a living daydream. But to him, it was what he feared most. It was what he had always feared most.
Harry Dawson pressed the glass to his lips and enjoyed the soothing feeling as the cold larger swirled down his neck. It had been a really long and boring day, just as every other weekday was. Work was beginning to plague his life more than it ever had, more than it did for most. It wasn’t easy being stuck in a dead-end job, especially not when it was a job that he had taken on age eighteen as a means to support him, thinking he would be on to bigger and better things when he was older, yet he was still stuck working the exact same one almost twelve years later, when he was on the verge of thirty. He felt as though his life had just passed him by. Felt as though he didn’t hold any relevance or meaning – he was just carelessly floating through. He meant nothing to anybody. His family all lived at the other side of the world, female friends weren’t even a thing let alone a wife or girlfriend and his work colleagues were all a bunch of fucking assholes. He was on the verge of thirty, living alone and feeling it. And to top it all off, he worked at the same gas station that he had worked at since he was eighteen years old.
But in reality, those were the least of his problems.
He scanned the fairly crowded bar, taking note of all the smiling faces and laughter, but doing so just made him realise how truly alone he really was. He was here alone. The only good thing about it was that he could drown his sorrows without having to pretend he was happy – at least there was that. Well, that and it was a Friday night which meant that tomorrow was Saturday, which meant that he wasn’t at work. But aside from that, there was nothing good about sitting on your own in a crowded pub.
The smell of alcohol filled the entire air, as people raised their glasses, toasting to the weekend. Harry looked around at the wooden-boarded walls and studied the unique artwork which hung from them. The paintings matched the ambience of the pub: bright and together, with subtle hints of a lonely bastard who was sat sulking in the corner. He was sort of the bad smell in the room. Everyone was aware of him, but they all pretended he wasn’t there in order to enjoy their night that little bit more. One of the paintings even mimicked his exact thoughts – a picture of a field full of grazing cows, looking cheerful and together. And then over in the far corner of the field, was a cow that was on its own, lying on the ground, refusing to eat any grass. Not because it wasn’t hungry, but more because it feared what would happen if it tried. In this painting, Harry was the cow, the other cows were the people and eating grass was talking to women. Or, as he thought of it, the single most fucking terrifying moment in human existence.
Harry didn’t have the greatest track record with people of the female variety. In fact, his track record with women was pretty much non-existent. There was only one moment to log: the time he kissed the ugliest girl in the entire school back in first grade. And since that exact moment almost twenty-four years ago, he hadn’t intimately interacted with any woman. Not even so much as a hug. Harry was as virgin as they came. He hadn’t even tongue-kissed a girl let alone had his dick ridden by one. To him it was the scariest thing on earth, talking to a woman. That was because to him, women as a whole were the scariest things on earth. Nothing made his gut wrench like the thought of talking to a hot girl. Or even an average looking one. It was all the same. And as he caught eye contact with the super-hot blonde in the mini-skirt who was stood by the bar, he almost filled his underpants with shit right there and then.
The sad part about it all was that he wasn’t the typical near thirty year old virgin. He was actually far from it. He was actually what the majority of women would consider pretty attractive. He had a thick set of dark hair which he kept neatly styled in a short quiff with a fade on the back and sides. A neatly sculpted beard which accompanied his fine haircut and even the chiselled jaw and cheekbones to match. He was tattooed, heavily muscled and had extremely good taste in fashion. Looks weren’t his problem, he had the looks. Girls would come onto him all the time in bars and nightclubs, the problem wasn’t the lack of attention. It was the lack of confidence to act on that attention. He didn’t know how to make a move because he never really had made a move. Most of the time he couldn’t even tell that a girl was flirting. It would be a case of her approaching him and starting a conversation and him shutting it down short with his immense awkwardness and lack of self-confidence.
The whole situation wasn’t at all helped by his best friend James Roach and the rest of the boys. They teased him non-stop about being a virgin, especially in nightclubs when they could see him getting all uptight when talking to a hot chick. And Harry was getting extremely tired of it. James was always different when the rest of the guys weren’t around. Instead of teasing him he would opt to try and talk him into making a move or try convincing him that a girl liked him. But it never worked. Harry was adamant that he was going to die a virgin
. He had accepted it and moved on. He didn’t really give a fuck anymore – or at least that was the way he wanted it to seem. Deep down, it was tearing him apart and the fact of the matter was, no matter how hard he tried, he just simply couldn’t hide it.
He looked down at his phone as it buzzed on the table. James had texted him saying that he was on his way. It was their traditional Friday night booze session at their local. And sticking to the tradition, Harry was there a good hour or two ahead of schedule. James thought it was because he was bored in the house because he finished work earlier on a Friday. But it was more of a case of wanting to get a head-start on the drinking so that he could be totally drunk by the time he had to interact with people. It was what he feared most. It was what he had always feared most.
Chapter Two
“There’s the birthday boy!” James said ruffling Harry’s hair as he took a seat at the table. “How long have you been here?” He asked as he eyed the collection of empty pint glasses that were gathered next to Harry’s arm.
“Long enough.” He replied, sighing and pressing the glass to his lips, finishing off what remained of his sixth pint. “I think it’s time to move onto the spirits.”
“Woah, let’s not get too hasty dickhead. The night is still young. How about stay on the larger until I catch up? Otherwise I’m going to end up carrying your sorry ass home again and god knows I can’t be fucking assed with that again.” James laughed as Harry eyed him.
“You do know it’s not my birthday until tomorrow right?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence. I know that. We’re just celebrating tonight because I’m working tomorrow. I’m not fully retarded.”
“I don’t know, sometimes you make me question that.” Harry said, smirking.
“Watch it asshole. Besides, I’ve gotten you the best present ever to make up for not being able to make it tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, and what would that be? After Eights before eight like last year?” He sat back and held in his laugh. James had always been funny.
“No, no. Nothing like that. You’re the big three-O this year, there’s no time for prankster presents. Trust me, this is going to be your best birthday ever.”
“Not that it would take much.” Harry added with a laugh. Though at the same time, it was the cold, harsh truth.
“Don’t ruin the moment. You want another?” James asked as he got to his feet.
“Another pint will do. You’re right about the spirits.”
“I’m always fucking right.” James paused and scanned the room for no more than five seconds. “Please tell me you’ve noticed that hot chick at the bar who’s giving you the eye?”
“Which one?”
“The one in the red dress. The one who I’ve seen looking over here at least six times since I sat down five minutes ago.”
Harry looked over towards the bar and spotted the girl that he was talking about. It was the one who he had awkwardly caught eye contact with and then shied away from the very next nanosecond. As he was looking, she looked over too and this time they held their gazes for a second, before Harry felt the larger swirling in the pit of his stomach and was forced to divert his attention to the contemporary painting on the wall to the right of her. The one with the cows in. The one that perfectly summed up his existence. “No way dude, she’s far too hot to be looking at me.”
“I’ve just sat and watched you looking at her. She was looking too. Didn’t you catch that look in her eyes? She was saying: come over here, buy me a drink and let’s talk the night away.”
“You can tell all that just by the way she was looking at me? To me her look said: stop fucking looking at me you weirdo.” Harry laughed.
“Well trust me, she wants you to go over there. You want to make a move? Looks like she has a friend. I’ll come over to help out. Katie will be here soon but she doesn’t mind me wingmanning for you. She understands the situation.”
“No, I’ll give it a miss. Maybe after some spirits.” Harry laughed for a second until he realised what James had just said. “Wait a sec, what do you mean Katie understands the situation?”
James just stood there for a moment, looking around the bar. Then he looked back at Harry and winked. “Trust me my friend, you’ll find out soon enough.” And with that he turned his back on Harry and headed over to the bar. Harry watched him as he stood in the small space next to the girl in the red dress. She turned to him and smiled and just like that they began talking. How the fuck does he make it look so easy? Harry asked himself. It wasn’t just the walking over there and saying hi that scared him. It was also what would happen next. Where would he go from there? What would he say? How would he say it? He just didn’t understand how to keep a conversation going and as soon as the tiniest patch of silence crept its way in, he would start to become very awkward, very fast. Stuttering and spluttering and doing anything but getting close to getting a girl into bed with him. He was a lost cause, but at this point in his life – he had already begun to accept it.
Chapter Three
Before they knew it, the night was in full swing. The bar was absolutely packed to the rafters. If you weren’t already sitting, you had no hopes of doing so anytime soon. Every booth and table was taken and even after the staff had brought out around one hundred extra chairs from the storage room, there still weren’t anywhere near enough seats. There had to be just about as many people standing as there were sitting. Harry was just glad that he had gotten here so early and managed to secure a booth for him, James and Katie who had finally turned up. Standing meant being close to people and being close to people meant interacting. Harry didn’t really feel up to it today, not that he ever did.
Harry watched James as he weaved his way through the crowds towards the bar. It was finally the time that he had been waiting for all night: time to move onto the Jack Daniels and coke – then maybe some Coca Cola to mix with the whiskey too. He had only just picked up the habit of snorting cocaine in the past year or two and kept true to his self-promise that he would only do it once a month on a Friday night. That was, until now. He had already used up this month’s allowance in the first Friday. But this month was an exception. It was his birthday month, it was a Friday night and he was feeling even more like a bag of shit than he usually did. And what did one do when they felt like a bag of shit? They snorted a bag of shit of course.
“Are you alright Harry? You seem a little off tonight.”
Harry almost had to physically shake his head in order to tune back into reality. He gave Katie a look for a second, trying to figure out what it was she had said. “Er, yeah. I’m fine Katie. Was just daydreaming a little.” He tried on his best fake smile but he could tell by the look on her face that she had seen straight through it.
“Come on. You can open up to me. What’s bothering you?” Katie was right, he could open up to her. He had known her for almost ten years now. They met pretty much around the time that her and James did, and had been great friends ever since. He looked at her perfectly ovular face, her dirty blonde hair that was neatly curled and her genuine smile that was laced across her thick lips and couldn’t help but thinking that she was the most beautiful girl in the entire room. She had on a black dress which fit her perfectly, showing of her large bust and equally large, but firm ass. It fell to just above her knee and was accompanied by a black pair of velvet high heels. And before Harry could even figure out what on earth was going on, he found himself being trailed through the crowded room by a lingering arm. The only thing his eyes could see was a tight black dress wrapped around a beautiful ass and a pair of black velvet heels that made a clapping noise against the floor as they fled through the bar.
Chapter Four
Harry sat back and watched through hazy eyes. He was seeing double, maybe even triple, but he could still just about make out what was going on. And it was making his dick fill with blood with each passing second. He was sat on the leather armchair, sat right back comfortably and watching what was happe
ning on the leather sofa opposite. James was sitting on the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants all the way off, whilst Katie was stood there facing him in just her knickers. She had just taken off her bra and flashed harry her bust, then she turned back to James and bent forward so that Harry had a perfect view of her huge ass in the black net thong that she was wearing. He had a feeling that she wouldn’t be wearing it for much longer though.
She fell to her knees and began licking the tip of her boyfriend’s cock gently, swirling her tongue around it in a circular motion. Then she licked all the way down his shaft towards his balls, tonguing the balls slightly and then working her way right back up the shaft, making sure to move extra slowly. She did this a further few times, paying closer and closer attention to the balls and then this time, when she reached the top, she put her lips around his cock and took the whole eight inches in one slow mouthful, all the way down the base. She massaged the balls with her free hand and began bobbing her head faster and faster each time. James let his head fall back onto the sofa as he gently moaned in pleasure. Harry looked in in amazement. He was absolutely entranced. It was the closest he had ever been to actual sexual acts without having to watch it through a computer screen. James was so fucking lucky, he probably got this every other night.
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