A hand palmed my right tit, stroking it and tweaking the nipple. Oh God, it’s happening. All of them. The circle around me had turned into a mob. Once it was clear I didn’t mind, more hands and fingers touched my bare skin, my ass, my thighs, my back, everywhere. A thick pair of fingers explored my smooth mons before slipping into my slick pussy. I closed my eyes and succumbed to the tactile assault. The intensity was overwhelming.
Ian tightened his grip on my hair and thrust between my lips, approaching the point of no return. With Rob, I was always in control, but not this time. Deeper than I was used to, the cock in my mouth probed the back of my throat. I coughed, but Ian only sped up, heeding his own need. Eager as I was to taste his cum, I pushed back until he let me pull off. It seemed only right that the groom was the first to fuck at his bachelor party.
He looked pained and confused at the same time when I stood. All the hands touching me pulled back, though I missed the fingers that had been in me. Wrapping my arms around Ian’s strong neck, I stooped and kissed him deeply. At first he was taken aback; I guess you don’t normally kiss the stripper. The confusion was brief. Soon he was kissing me back, exploring my mouth with his tongue and biting at my lip.
I slid down until I felt his broad tip nestling into my lower lips, swollen with promise. With one swift drop that expelled all the air from my lungs, I impaled myself. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I felt as if I was split in two. Even well lubricated, it was a stretch for me to take the whole thing. For several seconds, I just sat, adjusting. Then, biting my lower lip, I began to move up and down. I built to a slow rhythm, rising and descending, moaning into his mouth.
Our audience surrounded us, watching me lose myself, head now on Ian’s shoulder and my arms tightly gripping him. Up and down, faster and harder. I pumped until my thighs burned. Gripping my waist in his large hands, he supported me and helped me move.
Fucking alone was rarely enough to make me come, but he touched something deep in me. Starting in my core, that familiar warmth spread. I tingled, and my thighs quivered both from the strain and the shocks racing through them. A flash, and I came, moaning into his ear and clutching his neck so hard I’m surprised I didn’t break it.
Through the orgasm I kept rocking, trying to pull him along with me. His grip tightened and he pulled down, keeping me in place. Swelling, he shot off, filling my cunt with his seed. It was warm and wet inside me.
Long seconds passed before I got my breath back and reluctantly pulled off him. Thick cum slid out of me as we separated, running down the insides of my thighs and cooling in the air.
Dropping to my knees, I took his softening member between my lips and sucked it clean, tasting semen and my juices intermingled. It was dirty, but just then that was exactly what I wanted to be. When his cock became too sensitive for even my soft suckling, he pulled me off. I looked up to find him watching me. With a sated smile, he settled back, his hands together behind his head.
Ian was out of the game for now but the fire in me had just flared up, so I rose to my feet and turned. I was surrounded. The mob stared as if I was the last chunk of meat in an overfull shark tank. Several cocks were already out, slick and being stroked by their owners. Rob was there, smiling encouragingly at me. I was about to pull a train, and he would happily ride it along with all the others.
Lowering back down to my knees, I looked at them one by one, a challenge in my gaze. As one, they gazed at me with lust in their eyes. I smiled encouragingly and licked my lips, still tasting the remnants of my recent coupling.
A broad guy wearing a concert tee stepped forward and presented his glistening erection. Sliding his fist up and down the shaft with slow purposeful strokes, he guided it to my mouth. I wet my lips and parted them. He slid right in, straight to the back of my mouth to tickle my gag reflex. I tasted sweat and smooth skin.
Someone took my right hand and pulled it to their cock. Wrapping my fingers around its girth, I stroked, loving the velvety feel. Appreciative moans sounded from its owner. Another hard cock showed up to my left. I felt as if I was trying to rub my stomach and tap my head at the same time. Multitasking wasn’t my strong suit. I have a newfound respect for porn starlets.
Surrounded, all I saw was cocks and hands. Touching me, rubbing against me, pushing into me. With only a quiet groan for warning, the one in my mouth exploded and coated my tongue in viscous cum. Trying to get it all, I sucked him hard. A pop sounded when he pulled away, sensitivity getting the better of him.
Wasting no time, a guy with a serious five o’clock shadow stepped up to take his place. After a few thrusts, he put his hands in my hair and pulled slowly toward him as he went down to his knees, forcing me to follow. Letting go of the erections in my hands so I could catch myself, I fell forward, landing on all fours. My mouth never left his cock and when we were both in position, he started fucking it like a cunt.
At my other end, a finger briefly rubbed my pussy before something substantially larger was pushed into me. I grunted as it bottomed out. With each stroke, balls swung forward to bump against my clit. Hips impacted my ass with loud smacks.
Buffeted between two cocks, I had no idea who either of them belonged to. It didn’t matter. Strong hands held me in place. For the first time that night, I realized my control had slipped away. Earlier I’d called the shots, but now I was reduced to a set of holes to fuck, skin to come on, flesh to use.
It was scary and intoxicating at once. Some of these guys knew me. What did they think of me now? A sexy woman? Depraved slut? A whore? That didn’t matter either. There were many confusing feelings, but the one thing I did know was that right now, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. Even now, my next orgasm was building, the fire in my gut stoked by large, anonymous cocks.
Something wet splattered against my shoulder, once, twice, a third time. Slippery cum slid down my arm and side, warm on my skin. I could only service so many at once, but it didn’t stop them from using what they could.
The guy in front pulled out and stroked his shaft right in my face. His other hand held me still by my hair. He grunted and I closed my eyes just in time. Hot semen spattered against my forehead. It slid down my eyelids and along the side of my nose. I tasted salt and spent man when it reached my lips.
Before I’d had a chance to wipe the cum from my eyes, another cock was already pushing its way into my mouth. Running on instincts, I sucked. Hands played with my tits, pulling my nipples painfully. Someone landed a spank on my ass with a loud thwack. There was a regular tugging on my locks, someone jerking off in my hair. I moaned, but it was muffled around the hard flesh trying to gain access to my throat. The cock in my pussy pushed in and emptied, then disappeared with a wet squelch. Another replaced it, forcing dollops of cum out of me as it pressed in. I was a living fuck toy.
There was a sudden flurry of activity and then I was lifted by several strong hands and carried to a small table. I barely fit on it, my head hanging off one edge and my ass right at the other. It made me very convenient. I was refilled at both ends with alacrity, and now that my hands were free again, they were quickly occupied as well.
In this position, my throat was open. The cock in my mouth pressed forward until it slipped right down the tight channel. I gagged and saliva ran down my face, but I managed, breathing frantically through my nose and sucking in air whenever it pulled back. There was a moment of panic when he swelled deep in my throat and shot his load straight to my stomach. Long seconds ticked by while I thought I’d pass out. When he finally withdrew, I drew deep breaths, filling my lungs.
Someone smeared frosting on my tits. Another straddled my face to rub his cock in it before feeding it to me. It was sweet at first, with salty undertones, but soon it only tasted of flesh and precum.
A tongue swiped across my breasts to clean off the rest. Was that Rob? The way I was positioned, the only thing I saw much of was balls swinging in front of my face. What did Rob think of this? Was I fulfilling his fantasy? I hoped so. He’d shared me, and I d
id my best as the guys topped me with their own brand of frosting. Semen covered my stomach, my thighs; it was running down my neck and pooling in my belly button. I was wanton, their slut.
“Bring her down here,” said a voice, and I was picked up again. They set me down astride Devon, one of Rob’s co-workers. I was dripping on him, though he didn’t seem to care. His cock slid right into me without resistance.
“Help tighten her up.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but I squeezed as hard as I could and started to grind against him. A hand landed on my back and pushed me forward, while Devon wrapped his arms around me in an iron grip. Something wet dripped on my ass, and then a finger pushed in. I cried out in surprise, not sure I liked where this was going. Rob’s voice sounded in my ear, “Just relax babe, I’ve got this. You’re doing great.” And then he got behind me.
Anal sex had always been challenging for me, though Rob had fucked me there a few times over the years. The idea of trying it with with a full pussy terrified me. While the finger in my ass was slick with cum and pussy juice, it felt big in me, separated from Devon’s cock by only a thin membrane. And that was only a finger. I braced when it was removed and something larger pushed against my back entrance.
“Try to relax.” Rob was the one to do the deed, which calmed me a little.
Devon held me firmly, so when Rob pushed into me I had nowhere to go. I swore they were going to tear me apart. It hurt, even with all the slickness. I cried out as Rob advanced slowly but surely, pressing forward until he was in to the root. I growled. For a while the three of us just lay there, adjusting. The hurt lessened, but then Rob began to thrust. Slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before I was screaming and moaning under him, trapped between pleasure and pain.
Devon picked up as well, and soon they found a rhythm where one pulled out while the other stabbed in. Most of the time I only had one cock fully in me, but when they passed by each other, it was an intense stretch. But the body can adjust to amazing things and even the hurt lessened after a while. I was left with an indescribable mix of sensations: pressure, rubbing, filling and emptying. The pain had scared away any thoughts of orgasm, but now that it faded, the tingling returned. Before long, I was shaking between them, grunting like an animal and gritting my teeth, riding a wave of pleasure.
Others wanted in. An incredibly thick cock was fed to me. I was glad it was at this end. Rob tightened up behind me, moaned and filled my ass with cum. It added to the slickness so when the next guy slipped in, it went just a bit easier. And then the next guy. And the one after him.
The rest of the night was spent with cocks pounding in and out all my holes, spraying hot cum in and on me, rubbing against me. Softened cocks tasting of semen and pussy were given to me to suck, so that they’d revitalize to fuck me again. My eyes were plastered shut.
It lasted until, at some point, the partiers were worn out. By that time, everything was a haze, a raw sexual high. I was running on nothing but instinct and willpower, exhaustion long having overtaken me.
When the last cock pulled out of my ass, dribbled out its last load on my back and went away without being replaced, it took a while to register. My hands and knees stiff, I rolled over onto my back, landing heavily with a grunt. For a while, I just lay there, resting, breathing, coming to.
Wiping cum from my face, I opened my eyes to look around. The clock on the wall said three AM. The groom was asleep on one of the tables, a few partiers had apparently left altogether, and some sat around drinking, naked but obviously out of the action. Rob was right next to me with a blanket, just waiting for me to see him. I managed to sit up and he wrapped it around me.
“You were awesome!” He was wearing one of those huge, honest smiles that you really can’t fake. “I can’t believe you did it. I’m so proud of you!” Was this my meek and indecisive Rob talking?
“I… I need something to drink. Water,” I said with a cracking voice.
“Oh, of course. Be right back.” A couple of pitchers stood on the center table. Picking up a glass, he filled it and brought it to me.. The cool water was heavenly as it ran down my parched throat. Slowly, it washed away the taste of sweat and cum from my mouth.
I handed Rob the glass. “Again.”
By the third glass, I was starting to feel human again. Holy shit. What did I just do? I’d been gangbanged by a whole bachelor party, that’s what. More than twenty people, several of them more than once. My whole body was slick, my hair matted and knotted, and every orifice raw. I was leaking cum.
In a way I was proud. I felt like I’d run a marathon and I’d come out of it victorious! But now all I wanted was to get home, take a bath and sleep. Rob helped me up and supported me as we shuffled toward the door.
Mike, another of Rob’s co-workers, stopped us. I flushed with embarrassment. Not only did I know him, I’d been to dinner at his house and met his family. He didn’t seem bothered in the least, however.
“This is for you.” I opened the envelope he gave me and looked inside. It was full of money!
“Mike,” I said, flushing an even deeper red. “What is this?”
“Well, normally the stripper gets tips. You went the full mile, so it’s only appropriate. You were incredible.”
I was pretty sure there was nothing appropriate about any of this, but I took it. God knows I’d worked for it. So I was a whore as well as a slut. Glad we got that settled.
We said our farewells to those who were awake and got out of there. Rob found the clothes I’d worn before changing, but I didn’t want to put them on. It’d ruin them. I slipped out to the car in just the blanket, stockings and heels. At this hour no one was around anyway. Luckily, our garage was connected to the house.
Stumbling upstairs, I got into the tub, cranked it to hot and luxuriated in it for almost forty-five minutes. Good thing we had no plans tomorrow. When I came to bed, warm and clean, Rob was waiting for me. I made a point of ignoring his erection. No way I could handle more right now. He didn’t push the issue, but instead cuddled with me, holding me until I fell asleep. Which was almost immediately.
“I love you so much, Liz,” was the last thing he said before we both passed out.
When we woke the next day at two in the afternoon, he was still fiercely erect. This time I let him have me.
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About Q. R. Braddock
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Tribute for the Viking
by Calandra Hunter
Copyright 2013 Calandra Hunter
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Eadwulf stood nervously in the hall of the local ealdorman. Along with nine other youths from the local villages, they were chosen to be offered as tribute to the Vikings, who returned to their shores every few years. They wanted gold and other riches, and they didn’t care whether the locals gave them willingly or not.
The King had ordered his ealdormen to appease the Vikings with gif
ts of anything valuable. Gold, silver, jewellery, it didn’t matter. Even food would do, so long as villages weren’t burned down or people killed.
Unfortunately, the recent harvests hadn’t been good, and now the ealdorman, a cowardly man named Harold, had decided to offer up some slaves for the Vikings. He had demanded each of the local villages would send one man or woman of age to be sent away with the barbarians.
Eadwulf and the other unmarried young men and women of his village had drawn straws. Fate had chosen Aelfred, Eadwulf’s older brother. Eadwulf hadn’t hesitated to volunteer himself. Aelfred was going to marry soon and take care of their parents’ farm. Aelfred was tall and strong, and far better with the farm than Eadwulf was, who was wiry and skinny. Aelfred was needed far more than Eadwulf.
Standing in the line-up now, waiting for the arrival of the Vikings, he was starting to regret his rash decision. It wasn’t his first, and Eadwulf suspected it wouldn’t be his last. He hoped that whatever Viking master he ended up serving wouldn’t be too strict with him.
At last the arrival of the Vikings was announced, and a guard ordered them all to stand straight. Eadwulf was slightly dismayed to find that the girl next to him was taller than he was. He sighed. His future Viking master was not going to be happy with him.
He put his best brave face on when the band of barbarians came in, clad in thick brown leather. None of them carried weapons, at least not visible ones. Eadwulf suspected they had plenty of hidden knives and weapons underneath those layers of clothes. The six Vikings were all over six feet tall, and Eadwulf guessed that one or two were probably close to seven feet. They looked vicious, glaring at nearby guards and huffing into their beards whenever one dared to get too close. With their broad chests and thick arms and legs, they could probably beat the guards without much effort.
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