And as she did, Tim picked up a rhythm, raising his hips and sliding her down over his cock so he filled her and then lowering himself and slipping her up. It rocked Sean back and forth atop her until he rose on his knees and situated himself for easy access to her mouth again. She drew him in, letting Tim’s control of her body move the shaft in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, so much stimulation from so many directions making her head spin.
And her eyes popped open as another pair of hands and two lips ministered to her breasts again. She peered from narrowed eyes to find Adrian blissfully naked and playing with her chest, the look in his eyes animalistic enough to match the title she’d given him.
Tim groaned beneath her and stilled momentarily. “This is the unpleasant part,” he breathed in her ear. She knew what he meant – she could already feel the pressure against the barrier of her virginity, but Kevin was apparently determined to make it as tolerable as possible, suckling at her cleft until fireworks exploded in her head and blinded her. She panted and gasped, and as she did, Tim shoved inside her fully. She barely felt anything in her incredible wave of ecstasy rushed through her, around her, and out every orifice.
“Oh, sweetheart, you were begging for attention,” Adrian spoke around one nipple, sending vibrations through her body that were absolutely marvelous. He lifted his head enough to say, “Hey, Sean, these tits are incredible. You should titty-fuck her.”
Delaney wasn’t sure exactly how that worked, but she was in the throes of passion and didn’t much care, as long as it felt good. “That sounds like an excellent idea.” Sean drew out of her mouth and glanced down at Tim. “How are you doing down there?”
Without speaking, Tim’s movements became frantic, and he shoved everyone away. Sean stood to the side, Kevin backed off, and Adrian took one step away from the bed. He grabbed her breasts, squeezed tight, and bounced them with his rapid movements, and suddenly his body seized. Delaney felt the hot, wet cum shoot into her, and it was the most incredible sensation. She came all over again, barely able to take in oxygen as he pinched her nipples and jerked several times before he was done.
Thinking they might be finished, she let herself relax, but Sean took her by the upper arms and lifted her off Tim, letting him roll away and then laying her back again and straddling her, this time lower. He dropped his cock in the middle of her chest and squeezed her breasts around it, and he started sliding it up and down with movements of his hips. It was an interesting sensation, and Delaney wasn’t sure what to think. But it didn’t matter; she felt another cock impale her, and she bit her lip as she looked up and found Kevin buried inside her.
Adrian moved above her head and held her shoulders, the force of two men going at different parts of her body making it difficult for her to hold still. And as he did, Kevin picked up her legs and threw them over his shoulders, which lifted her hips and instantly pushed him deeper into her molten core. The inner walls of that intimate tunnel pulsed and throbbed, and he was so thick he stretched her, which would have hurt if she wasn’t so aroused and delighted by the attention.
“Absolutely starved,” Adrian muttered, leaning down and taking her mouth. Kissing him upside down was unique and titillating, and Delaney explored his mouth, trying to mimic the way the others had delved into hers. He let her have her way, cooperating and guiding all at the same time, and when she exploded again with Kevin’s thrusts, he swallowed her cries and stroked her lips with his tongue to help calm her. Her orgasm seemed to have raised the stakes, and Sean pressed her breasts tighter together, bouncing them up and down as he drove himself into the small space between them. Kevin, too, worked harder and faster. With a sudden gasp, Sean released his hold on her, grabbing his cock and pumping it with his fist as his seed poured all over her chest. Its warmth coated her, and she watched his face as his head tilted back in pleasure.
He chuckled as he finally moved off her, and he took her breasts and rubbed the fluid all over them. The sensation was strangely appealing, and when he shoved Adrian out of the way to kiss her, she reached up to grab his face and kiss him back with all the desperation and pent up desire that he and the others were finally satisfying.
Kevin picked up his rhythm, and he got up on his knees, lifting her hips off the bed entirely, which got her attention fast. He drove into her with brutal thrusts and a fierce pace. Delaney’s body convulsed as she came over and over, one vicious peak after another, and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, couldn’t do anything but fist her hands in the sheets on the mattress. And when he came, she used the leverage of her knees over his shoulders to press and squeeze around him, heightening the sensation and reveling in her own ecstasy.
He pulled out when he finished, and Delaney looked up, realizing that four of these men had already finished. She didn’t have real sexual experience, but she knew it was rare for a man to peak more than once in a short period of time. But again, she was wrong in thinking it was over. With a growl, Adrian picked her up like she was a featherweight and set her on her feet, turning her to face away from him. With a hand splayed on her back, he pushed her down so her chest was on the bed, and he reached between her thighs to stroke her with his hand.
Delaney moaned, and she whimpered as he shoved two fingers inside her, teasing at the front wall of her core, which seemed to be some sort of magic button that made her body pour out moisture. She started to stand up, but he held her in place, removing his hand and instantly replacing it with a thick, firm cock – the thickest she’d felt yet. She cried out as he thrust all the way into her in one swift movement, and her body worked to adjust, Adrian not giving her much time as he fiercely took her, driving in with the same force over and over, deeper each time until she didn’t think there was any further for him to go.
He grunted, and suddenly, he lifted her onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and as he knelt behind her, the angle changed, and she discovered how wrong she was. He drove so deep she almost thought she could taste it as he finished, causing her to experience a new height in sexual stimulation. She could barely hold herself up, and if Daniel hadn’t been there to grab her, she would have slid right off the edge of the bed to the floor.
“Finally!’ he laughed seductively. “It’s my turn.” Tossing his clothes aside in record time, he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her easily. Delaney wanted to laugh out loud with delight, just at the idea of having a man lift her like this. But as he laid back on the bed and drew her up so she straddled him, it was undeniably scintillating.
He moved her over him, her wet lips sliding along his shaft until he was covered in her dripping juices and she was again at the height of her need. Then, he lifted her and planted her on him, sighing as he slid into her easily. Delaney gulped. She’d thought Adrian was large, but Daniel was almost too large, and she sat still on top of him for a moment, an instant orgasm covering the slight discomfort of being stretched to the max.
But after a moment, she wanted more, and she felt her body’s instinct kick in. She rocked her hips and used her legs to push her up and down. Daniel guided her, meeting her hips with upward thrusts of his as they created a slow, sensual rhythm far different from anything she’d done with the rest of the men. But it threw her body into a frenzy, especially with the power she felt at being on top of him and not hurting him. In her imagination of her first sexual experience, being on top was something she wanted to try but always feared, and as she realized her dream was coming true, she was frantic.
She bounced up and down, throwing her head back and tossing it back and forth as the overwhelming orgasms came one on top of the other relentlessly. Daniel sat up as she felt him twitching inside her, and he pressed her against his chest as she rode him so her nipples brushed over the hard mass and made her reaction even more extreme. And when he finally came, she thought her body turned to glass and shattered, shards of it flying everywhere in her blinding culmination.
She didn’t know what she expected now, but it
certainly wasn’t for these men to bring a bowl of warm water and some soft rags and clean her up. The mess on her chest was washed away, as well as sweat and cum in other places. Sean carefully cleaned off her inner thighs and tenderly washed her folds while the others wiped down her entire body with infinite care. They helped her dress, and rather than feeling used, Delaney felt worshiped.
“Are you alright?” Daniel asked as they escorted her back to the front desk.
“I’m better than alright,” she told him, blushing fiercely. “I’m not sure what to say…”
Jamie put a finger over her lips to stop her. “Don’t say anything at all. You’re a beautiful woman, and you deserve to know that. Trust me, come by our place sometime. I can guarantee that there will be plenty of men there who appreciate how gorgeous you are.”
She smiled shyly and decided to get on with business, clearing her throat. “I guess we need to discuss payment, delivery, and scheduling your other friends.”
Kevin pulled out a credit card. “We’ll pay for this session and the next now. That way, our friends can just come in and get things done without having to worry about paying for anything.”
As she swiped the card, Delaney told them, “I should be able to have the prints ready in a week, if we can get the others in by Friday. And once you’ve chosen your images, I can put together the calendar for you so you don’t have to go searching elsewhere for a printer.”
“That would be great,” Kevin agreed. With a cocky half smile, he told her, “It might be nice to see those pictures we took of you, too, sweetheart.”
Daniel cleared his throat. “There might also be some really kickass video of the whole thing.”
Delaney stared at him, instantly embarrassed. But then, in the back of her mind, she’d known about it all along. She’d just gotten too wrapped up in her pleasure to think about it. Now, though, as she considered it, she wasn’t unhappy. Without the evidence, who would believe something like this had really happened to her? Now, she had something to share with her close friends, who had been trying to get her to do whatever it took to get laid for years now.
With a nod, she said, “Very well. Why don’t I have you come in to look at everything on Monday? We’ll…set aside a good deal of time for it.” She preened under the looks she got from all of them as she said it. “And let’s schedule the rest of your boys to come in Thursday. I’m open all day, so tell me whether I should set them up in the morning or afternoon.”
Adrian leaned on the counter with a mischievous expression. “Sure, let’s take care of it in the early afternoon. That way, you can get a little reprieve from the norm and something to brighten your day before you pack up and go home for the evening. But I have to warn you, the others aren’t nearly as good as we are, so don’t set your expectations too high.”
Delaney wasn’t so sure. She hadn’t thought about it until he said something, but now that she knew what might happen, she had the feeling she’d be ready for it. And with her knowledge now, she could interact better, and that could really top this one. She just needed to schedule it far enough away that the soreness and bruising went away so she wasn’t still tapped out.
Story 48
“Come on, Rachel.” The fat girl called out. “We’re going to the new super-hero movie.”
“I think I’ll pass, Debbie.” The taller girl replied, adjusting her long blonde hair. “I’ll catch it sometime next week.”
“If you say so, but everyone would have already seen it by then.” Debbie Hanson shook her head and turned to join the group that were about to leave.
“Told you she wouldn’t come.” One of them said.
“She never does.” Another one glared at the tall blonde.
Rachel Jorgensen couldn’t care overmuch what her school book-reading group thought of her. The nineteen year old was just not interested in watching men in tights prancing around. Super heroes in their ridiculous costumes and animated bravado reminded her of mime and trapeze artists she hated as a child. She loved reading about history instead, where men were men and lived their lives by the strength of their fighting spirit and the wit of their minds. Rachel had a special interest in Ancient history, Norse and Viking to be exact. That’s why she was excited to go the medieval fair that was set up at the children’s fairground a few blocks away from where she lived.
“Well, my ancestors did come from the gloomy ice covered lands of the north, and I guess it’s in my blood.” She muttered to herself as she made her way down the street toward the fairground.
“And there we have Jay-Jay talking to herself and walking all by herself to nowhere as usual.” A deep, sneering voice made her look to her right.
“Oh, hi, Reginald.” She greeted the tall young man in an expensive jacket and a scarf around his neck.
“Well, will you look at yourself, girl?” Reginald ‘RD’ Dresden walked up to her with his arms spread. “Tall, blonde and luscious, you’d give any of those Victoria’s Secret models a run for their honey.”
“You mean money… and thanks.” Rachel smiled at the city’s only billionaire’s son.
“I know what I meant, gorgeous.” He smirked. “So tell me, Miss Jorgensen, with looks like that how come you’re hanging out with the nerd birds of the book club and not with the cheerleading click squad.”
“Guess I’m just a bookworm inside, no matter how I look outside.” She looked at her watch impatiently.
“Well, you’re one book that’s tough to judge by the cover.” RD grinned, stepping back towards his hot rod red Porsche. “Anyhow, if you change your mind, my private invite to Club Coyote Chills is still, and probably always, open to you.”
“Sure, thanks, Reginald, I’ll see you around.” Rachel hurriedly turned away, not waiting for his response.
RD was a great guy, handsome, rich and a total babe magnet, but not her cup of tea. In fact since the time she realized there was more to boys than just throwing stones at them, she found that even though she was attracted to the opposite sex, the men around her didn’t quite appeal to her as much as the ones she read about and saw in the history books and documentary movies. She shrugged it off and crossed the street; the fairground loomed up before her. It was still early in the afternoon and the place wouldn’t get over crowded until after five. She liked that, not one for mingling around in crowds much.
***
She paid for the entry fee and strolled into the field. It was a large enough ground, often used for several themed events, like this medieval fair. She was always interested in the past, especially in the eras before the advent of empire builders, where men lived by the sword and seized each day of life as if it were their last. Stories of highlanders, knights, Viking warlords and barbarian kings intrigued her and she often wished she was born in that time period where she could have been a princess, or just a maid, or even a sorceress. Women who had as much wit and spirit as the men and could achieve things on their own were often labeled as witches and sorceresses throughout ancient history. In these modern times they are classified with another term, she smiled to herself as a fairground guide approached her. He was wearing the classic costume of a court jester, bells on his hat and all.
“Greetings, fair lady,” He bowed low before her, the bells jingling pleasantly. “How may I, François, be of assistance to thee this fine afternoon?”
“Hello, François,” Rachel smiled at the brightly dress man. “I’m looking for a Madam Griselda; I was told she has a set up here.”
“Ah, keen to know your future; are you… or the past?” He raised an eyebrow exaggeratedly, and pointed with a flourish. “Her tent is over yonder, a few paces from the far wall.”
“Thank you, François.” She nodded her head in amusement. “You’ve been a great help.”
“It is my pleasure, Milady,’ He bowed again. ‘And if I may be so bold to ask you your name.”
“I’m Rachel.” She bowed, giggling a little.
“My, my Rachel, you have such a commandi
ng Queen-like stature.” His eyes shone brightly. “How tall are you, if I may?”
“I’m five eleven.” She said, almost blushing.
“Oh, good heavens.” He feigned a look of wonder and whipped out three apples and began juggling them. “Would you like to share your number with this old fool, Rachel?”
“Oh, um, sure, François…” She said, stepping away. “But not today... thanks again.”
She turned on her heel and swiftly walked away. She was used to being hit on almost everywhere she went. It was amusing and also felt good at the same time. She approached the first multi-colored tent François has pointed to. The sign above it read ‘The seeker of truth.’ That intrigued her and she tapped on the little chiming bell hanging on a pole outside the tent.
“Please, come in.” The unsteady voice of what could only be an elderly woman called out from inside the tent.
Rachel felt a chill run down her back as she parted the tent flap and peered inside. It was cooler and a lot dimmer than the outside. She stepped in and walked up to the only inhabitant in there. A few low single seat blocks were arranged around the old woman hunched in the far corner, her long bony fingers rested on a round ball of translucent white. Her eyes were deep and piercing and she thin lips were tuned down in a permanent scowl. This was the unfriendliest person that Rachel had ever seen, at least in some time.
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