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by Fantasia Moan


  It was a nice big shower with double massage jets. The hot pulsating water was both soothing and energizing, though it was a bit much on my sore nipples. After I spent a considerable amount of time enjoying the warm water, I dried and brushed my hair. Gone were the big hair and tramp stamp. There was no makeup to hide behind. I felt naked for the first time since my arrival. I stood in the bathroom unsure of what to do. My clothes and purse were in the sitting room with the men. It was impossible for me to slip out.

  Sounds of cars speeding around a track emanated from the TV. The soothing tones of deep male voices accompanied it. These were nice men, I told myself. There's no reason to be shy now. I wrapped a fluffy white towel around me and went out there to retrieve my clothing.

  As soon as I emerged from the bathroom, David looked up and saw me. He smiled instantly, a bright kind smile, and patted the end of the couch next to him. The invitation was so genuine I decided to stay.

  I snuggled up against David in my towel and watched the last twenty laps of the race, amazed at how these men could be so enthralled watching cars go round and round. The Home Depot car bumped the back of the Lowes car sending it into the wall with only two laps to go. None of the men were happy about that at all. They shouted at the television set, throwing their hands in the air. These men were so into the race I was next to invisible – even David didn’t seem to notice me despite my closeness.

  Eventually, I tired of the whir of cars. I stood up to gather my things.

  “Where you going?” David asked as he held me back with his forearm.

  “I should be getting home.”

  “You can’t leave now! We still need you.”

  It was more of a question than a command. My curiosity was piqued; surely these guys in their 50s wouldn’t be able to reproduce that energy so quickly.

  “We planned a game,” he said with a smile.

  “What kind of game?”

  “You’ll see.”

  ******

  The score on the chalkboard was five to four, the married men winning over the singles. Whichever team racked up ten points first won. In round one, they sat me up on the table and put a man on a chair in front of me. The four married guys picked a rep to eat me out for eight minutes with the goal of getting as many orgasms as possible. Then the four single guys did the same. Round two was to finger fuck my pussy for five minutes.

  It was now round three and I was lying on the table with a towel under me, my hips at the very edge and my feet on the arms of the chair between my legs. One of the married men was nibbling my clit with his teeth while his fingers rammed into my G-spot. His teammates cheered him on. I had already cum for him once and was about to cum again.

  The last thirty minutes were almost constant orgasms. Before one had subsided, they were pushing me toward the next. Rather than dulling my sensitivity, the intensity of it increased my need/ My body was their toy and I wanted to perform for them.

  The timer sounded and I had a breather for just a few seconds while Donald seated himself in front of me. His fingers pounded against my G-spot as he started fingering me. The sound of my wetness was quickly joined by the smacking of his mouth against my lips. He jammed his fingers up inside me so hard and so fast that his fingernails were jabbing at my tender cervix. His knuckles beat up the tender folds of my insides.

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the painful pleasure. While I came for him the first time, my pussy felt fuller, and then a few seconds later fuller still. I though he was really going to rip me apart.

  “Fist her,” someone said.

  My pussy felt another stretch. He was hammering the hell out of me with his entire hand. I was holding onto the arms of the men standing nearby and shaking wildly. Half grunting and half screaming I came hard against the huge hand battering my womb.

  My head was spinning, my pulse pounded in my ears so hard I wondered if my ear drums would burst. Even then he didn't slow down. His fist continued to stretch my insides. My hips had a mind of their own as I exploded the third time, screaming out in pain as my greedy pussy tightened around his fist and tried to suck him in deeper. The cheers mixed with my grunting were so loud we hardly noticed the timer. The score was even.

  Round four was a double team and they could do anything they wanted with anything except their dicks. The married men went first. Larry lied down on the couch and had me kneel on the arm so I was opposite him. I placed one hand on either side of him to support my myself. It was a bit of an awkward position, forcing my ass way up in the air. Bo was positioned behind me with access to both my holes.

  Larry started massaging my breasts and sucking at my nipples while Bo put one hand on each ass cheek, pulling them apart. He rubbed his thumbs over my clit and ran his tongue all over my little asshole. I quickly had a huge nipple orgasm. While I was recovering from that one, Bo managed to pry open my asshole with his tongue; Larry sucked on both of my nipples. I was quivering as the second orgasm exploded out of me.

  Bo grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back while he slapped my ass. Then he started finger fucking my tight asshole, slipping his thumb in my pussy with each thrust so that he could fuck both my holes at once. Larry was chewing on my very sore nipples.

  Bo pulled my head back farther so his fingers would go deeper in me.

  “Fuck her, Bo,” someone cheered.

  “You like it up the ass, Ryanna?” Larry said.

  “Yes. Yes,” I said, grunting to his thursts.

  "You want us to fuck you like this all night?" he asked.

  “Yes, oh, yes, please,” I begged.

  “Tell us how bad you want to get fucked, Ryanna,” someone in the room asked.

  “Please fuck me, please, I want it so bad. I need it.” I was truly begging.

  Tyrone and Donald were sitting on the couch and had me lying on my back over them. Tyrone's hard cock was poking between my shoulder blades. He put his finger in my mouth groped my breasts with the other.

  Donald moved his hands over my holes. I could feel his bulge growing against the small of my back as he hugged my leg and fingered my sex with one hand and my asshole with the other. Still reeling from the last orgasm, it didn't take long before I was cumming again and crying out into Tyrone's fingers.

  Every zone of my body was being stimulated at once. Donald was wiggling two fingers in my ass as Tyrone caressed my throat and mouth. He picked up my head and made me look up into his eyes. He slipped a finger into my mouth and asked, “You want more cock, don't you, whore?”

  I nodded.

  “Cum for me again and I'll let you eat my sperm,” he said. I came at his words.

  I had no concept of time. I had no idea how many times they had made me cum. As I was cumming, Donald started ramming his fingers in and out of my asshole, pinching and rubbing my throbbing clit. I bucked and screamed, cumming almost immediately after the previous orgasm.

  Tyrone pulled me off his lap and held my chest against his. My nipples poked through the loose weave of his sweater and rubbed against his bare chest. He covered my mouth with his own and explored my mouth with his tongue.

  Donald gently massage my clit. The change to a slower pace was so unexpected that my body shut down for just a few seconds. The men continued to tenderly stroke me. As the timer sounded, I let out a quiet, sweet moan. The singles won the game.

  ******

  Chapter Four

  I knelt on the floor, playing with my nipples, ready for the singles to collect their prize. Donald was the first to move close to me. I let him set the pace and sucked him the way he wanted until he blew his load over my lips. He stood there stroking every drop out of his cock, enjoying the sight of his cum covering my pink lips.

  As Donald stepped away, Trey moved closer to my face with his half exposed dick. I reached for his zipper and pulled out his half-hard cock. He stood there with his hands on his hips, silently commanding me to do the work. I sucked him deep and slow, picking up the pace in unison with his hip thrusts unt
il he finally shot his cum down my throat.

  Chris was next. His cock was smaller than the others, but much thicker. I had to stretch my mouth wide open to take him in. He was close to cumming even before he mounted my face. He held me by the hair and fucked my mouth hard until he came down my throat.

  Last was Tyrone. He slapped my cheeks with his enormous head. He wobbled it around, teasing me by keeping it from my waiting tongue. He finally allowed me to put my hands on it and run my tongue up and down its length, occasionally taking it into my mouth. He ler me to play with it before deciding he'd had enough and jacked another enormous load all over my tits.

  The losers clapped for the winners, disappointed that they lost the privilege of cumming on me one last time.

  ******

  As the men stepped aside, I realized a couple of them had already left. Others gathered their belongings. A few bent down and kissed me on the forehead and thanked for coming. That was sweet of them. Soon it was just David and I. Half an hour later, I was cleaned up, dressed, ready to go. David walked me to my car. He held me tenderly and kissed me. “I hope we can do this again some time.”

  “I hope so, too,” I said.

  “Next time you should come as Ryanna,” he said, looking at me with a tender expression in his eyes.

  I drove home on auto pilot. One minute I was in the hotel room, and the next I was in my bed. I didn't bother to take off my clothes. I just climbed in bed and went to sleep satisfied. For the first time in my life, I didn't dream about sex.

  In fact, for nearly the entire week following I didn’t have any sexual cravings. My normal level didn’t return for a long time, partially due to the fact my body was more than a little sore. For the first few days after that night, showering was too painful on my nipples. I had to make a point of wearing unpadded, unwired bras. My entire groin area was bruised and tender, forcing me to adjust my wardrobe. No stiff fabrics or pants. Only flowy skirts and dresses. I applied cold compresses between my legs twice a day to get the swelling down.

  In spite of the physical aftermath, I did not regret my adventure in the least. This was a small price to pay for what I had gained. Rather than feeling violated, I felt sexually empowered in a whole new way. I knew the day would come when I chose to do something like that again, but next time I wouldn’t be an actress playing a part. I would be myself.

  David sent me a copy of the pictures and DVD they created. In the six months since the party, I’ve watched it less than five times. Each time, I noticed something new in myself I hadn't seen before. This group of horny men gave me an incredible gift. They fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but also helped me understand that I don’t need to put on a front. I can be myself, sexually and as a human being.

  Story Five

  Chapter One

  Pam snuck a look at the rearview mirror as the smooching sounds intensified. Ted and Lacey were engulfed into one another, making out like high schoolers. Pam blushed a little when Alex, who was driving, caught her looking. He peered over his shoulder at their friends and shook his head.

  “Jesus, guys,” he breathed.

  “What’s wrong, Alex?” Lacey said playfully. “Never see two people in love before?”

  “Oh, I have. I see those all the time. Doesn’t mean I need to see them fucking though,” he threw back and Pam looked over at him, eyes wide. She didn’t really enjoy profanity. Especially coming out of her own husband’s mouth. He threw her an apologetic look.

  When Alex was focused on the street ahead, Pam looked at the couple again. They had stopped making out, but they were holding each other close, staring out the car window at the snowy backdrop. They had been together for as long as Pam and Alex, but their passion for one another only seemed to grow stronger as each year went by. And Pam could tell, as they would go on these skiing trips every year without fail, ever since they graduated college 10 years ago.

  Pam shifted around in her seat a bit when Lacey met her eyes in the mirror. Lacey was a beautiful woman of average height, but with luscious curves and stunning features. Her wild, auburn curls being the thing that garnered her the most compliments right after her almond-shaped, green eyes. Pam had always been a bit jealous of her. Especially considering that Alex and Lacey used to be an item, once upon a time. It was before Alex had even met Pam, but she couldn’t help but compare herself to Lacey, as she looked completely different herself. Tall and slim, with mousy brown hair and uninterestingly brown eyes. She always wondered why Alex would go from a woman like Lacey to a woman like her. But she never doubted her husband’s love for her. It had been made clear that they belonged together the moment they first met.

  For this trip, Ted had suggested they rent a private cabin instead of staying at the ski lodge. Which seemed like a great idea, as it was cheaper and only 5 minutes away from the slopes, until they realized that they could not even find it, in the midst of all the snow flurries that had been raging ever since they reached mid-way up the mountain.

  “I see it!” Lacey screamed, giving Alex just enough time to swerve into the cabin’s snow-filled driveway. They unloaded the car quickly and hurried inside. The cabin was really cold, but once they had turned the heating on, they took the coziness and beauty of it in.

  By the time Pam and Lacey had unpacked the food and the guys had gotten a fire going at the fireplace, the snow was falling even heavier and the wind was whistling through the wooden window shills.

  “Looks like we’re headed for a blizzard,” Lacey said in a cat-like tone and eyed her husband suggestively. “Remember Vail, Ted?”

  “How could I forget? We got snowed in for 3 days,” he walked over to Lacey and took her in his arms. “And we didn’t leave the bedroom the entire time,” he slapped her ass softly. Lacey leaned onto him and started kissing him with a passion, their bodies rubbing against each other, with what Pam could only assume was the fervent excitement of their honeymoon sex memories.

  “Get a room, you two,” Alex said, chuckling at his friends’ uncontrollable drive.

  “Yes, sir,” Ted lifted Lacey in his arms and carried her upstairs.

  It wasn’t long before Pam and Alex retreated to their own room, where they quickly realized that they could hear everything that was going on between their sex hungry friends. Pam felt her nipples starting to get harder as she listened to Lacey moaning and Ted grunting. Alex reached out his hand and touched her thigh, inching it upwards.

  “It’s like they’re filming a porn video in there,” Pam said, feeling all the blood rising to her cheeks. She felt her clit throb rhythmically as Alex’s hand rested warm and heavy on the inside of her thigh.

  “Sure sounds like they are having a lot of fun”, Alex said and smiled up at his wife. Pam nodded and bit the inside of her lip, her breath growing shallower. As she heard the slapping of bare flesh from the other room quicken and the moans grow to muffled screams of pleasure, she could no longer hold herself. She got on top of Alex and kissed him deeply, her tongue searching his, as if they had never kissed before. And they hadn’t, not like this. She felt Alex’s erection poking at her, over her clothes and she started rubbing against him in time with the audible thrusting sounds from the other room. When Alex moved to remove her shirt, she shot up and got off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” Alex looked at her in confusion.

  “I need to pee,” Pam said and ran to the bathroom. It was true, she did have to pee, but she was also really uncomfortable with how aroused she had gotten listening to Ted and Lacey having sex and she didn’t want to take it any further.

  The two rooms shared the same bathroom, to which they had access through two different doors at opposing sides. The sex sounds got even louder when Pam went in to pee, and soon she realized that Ted and Lacey had not closed their door to the bathroom. Pam tip toed to the door to close it, but she froze in place at what she saw. Lacey was in bed completely naked except for her bra, she had her back against the head of the bed and her legs were open wide. Between them
, Ted, who was still wearing all of his clothes, had his face buried in his wife’s pussy. He kissed, licked and sucked on Lacey’s clit, and she threw her head back with a groan, arching her back to give him better access.

  When Ted came up for air, Pam sneaked in a look at Lacey’s pussy. The hair was trimmed short at the top and shaved completely around the lips. As Pam was watching Lacey’s pussy glisten from her juices and Ted’s saliva, she noticed her own wetness that was pooling at her panties. Without thinking about it too much, she reached a hand down as if to stop it, but instead she started rubbing at her clit.

  Lacey’s hands reached out and pushed Ted’s face harder into her wet pussy. She now had her hips up, moving them in circular motion and biting her bottom lip, eyes closed. Ted started eating her out harder and then at what Lacey’s scream revealed to be just the right moment, he pushed two fingers in her and fucked her until she was convulsing with an orgasm, her juices dripping through his fingertips. He reached the wet fingers into Lacey’s mouth and she licked them clean while he did the same to her pussy. Pam was rubbing herself faster now, and she was in the throws of cumming herself when the door to the bathroom, on their side, opened.

 

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