Hungry for More

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “But I want to see all those cocks,” I said, already picturing them wanking away just for me. That was the part I liked the best; the men wouldn’t just be jerking off, they’d be doing it with a purpose. I’d be the center of attention and get to feel wave after wave of hot come splashing across my face. I’d always loved the depravity of shutting my eyes and submitting to that most intense of sensations. Even more than swallowing a lover’s spunk, having him grace my cheeks, lips, even my hair with it, made me feel at once worthy and degraded. I’d had lovers refuse to do it, unable to see me as the filthy whore I sometimes longed to be. One ex had chickened out at the last minute, able to paint my breasts creamy white but otherwise only wanting to come on my insides, not my outsides. Knowing that men were being hand-picked for this activity, men who’d want to be there, who’d know just how much I wanted it, was a truly special thing to contemplate. Utterly perverse, utterly fucked up and utterly arousing all at once, all the more so because they weren’t just horny beasts off the street, but men I admired and respected enough to welcome into my home to defile me. Unless you know the thrill of pure submission, those two things may sound like opposites, but believe me, they’re not. It takes a special, enlightened, intelligent kind of man to treat a slutty girl like me just right.

  “Well, I’d recommend keeping the blindfold handy, both for you and for them. They may not be able to go through with it with you staring up at them. Plus think about how your other senses will be enhanced by not being able to see.” I shut my eyes and pictured myself surrounded by cock, pure cock. We were expecting the five guests who’d RSVPed, so that would be five sets of dicks, five sets of balls, and hopefully five hot blasts of come streaming over my lips and the rest of my face. It was like a gang bang, but even better.

  “Okay,” I whispered, already feeling my body respond to the mere thought with an intense ache.

  What does a girl wear to her very own bukkake party? I pondered, flipping through my closet and then my dresser drawers. Nothing seemed quite right, considering, but I didn’t want to answer the door naked. I settled for a simple, sheer nightie in mint green, and almost as soon as I’d put it on, the doorbell rang. Chip had been urging me away from my makeup, against my natural instincts (how could I host a party with a bare face?), but now the doorbell had decided it.

  The first guest to arrive was hot Rob, wearing basic jeans, sneakers and a white T-shirt. He’d brought a friend who could’ve been his twin. Both were equally delectable.

  “Welcome,” I said, giving a small smile to the newcomer and a flirty wink to Rob. “I’m Caitlin,” I said, sticking out my hand.

  “Joe,” he said, reaching forward and enveloping me in a hug. My body responded to his sheer size, and I wondered if his cock would match his heft.

  Rob seemed to want in on the hugging action, and as soon as Joe put me down, he swept me up. “You look beautiful tonight, Caitlin,” he said, possibly the longest sentence he’d ever bestowed on me.

  “Rob,” I said, smirking slightly. “You don’t have to butter me up, you know, I’m a sure thing, tonight, anyway.”

  “Look, I know that. And if you want the truth, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been in a room full of cocks before.”

  “Well, if it makes you feel any better, neither have I,” I said. Well, that wasn’t strictly true; I’d been to orgies and sex parties where naked couples abounded, but none where dick would be so close to dick and I couldn’t wait. “And…I’ve been especially looking forward to seeing what you’ve got under there,” I said to him, lightly running my fingers over his package. He stirred beneath my touch and as a reward, I lowered the nightie so my boobs popped out. Rob leaned down and began sucking one nipple while I moaned. The doorbell rang, but I figured someone else would get it. I wasn’t sure about proper bukkake party etiquette, but that seemed like an oxymoron if I’d ever heard one!

  We continued to kiss and fondle each other and I just shut my eyes and focused on Rob. That lasted all of a minute or two until Chip was pulling me aside. “Save some room for the main course,” he whispered. I giggled, then winked at him as I twirled around, before clapping my hands and calling everyone to attention.

  “Okay, boys, I guess we’re ready to get started. I just wanted to thank you all for coming (ahem) and tell you how excited I am.” With that I paused and made eye contact with each of the men whose cocks were soon going to be right up in my face. “The only rule I have tonight is that we’re all here to have fun, and I want to make sure you’re all comfortable. Does anyone have any questions?”

  One guy, Jaime, raised his hand. “Can we come any time we want?”

  This was something I hadn’t considered; I’d sort of assumed that they’d all jointly have the urge to splatter me with their jism…just like in the movies. But the question also granted me the power to answer, and thereby control his orgasm, and my pussy responded to this unexpected opportunity. “No.” I looked directly into his eyes, then walked toward him, reaching under his shirt to twist his nipple. He whimpered, and I smiled. “No, Jaime, you’re all going to come when I tell you to. Just because I’ll be lying there aching to suck, lick and feel your cocks, doesn’t mean I’m not in charge. If you want to stay at the party, you’ll have to learn to wait.”

  The collective mood in the room went from excited to practically orgasmic as we all realized that this wasn’t a prank, but that we were all about to engage in something we’d only dreamed of. “Okay, then, I’ll give you a few minutes to get naked. I’ll be right over here,” I said, pointing to my room. I wasn’t sure how they wanted to handle that process, so I let them be while I slipped out of my lingerie and looked down at my naked body. The slight curve to my belly felt sexy, and I slid my hand down over it to my mound, which sported just a few tufts of pubic hair.

  I walked over to my bed, the scene of the crime, as it were, and lay down on my back. Chip placed the blindfold and a bottle of water near me, then kissed me on the cheek. “All those cocks are soon to be yours,” he whispered to me, and I opened my eyes long enough to see that his own cock was extremely aroused. I began playing with myself, lightly stroking my clit, then running a finger along my slit, trying to be patient. Once the naked men had trouped in and I glanced at them as a group, they ceased to be individuals distinguishable by voice and looks and conversation. They were all equal, their cocks together forming a whole that would transport me into another dimension, or so it felt. I let myself sink fully into that fantasy, losing whatever shreds of propriety I was clinging to in order to make the most of this momentous opportunity, for that is what it was.

  The first man to saunter over was Jaime, and I immediately felt a frisson of arousal as I looked at his cock. It was already hard, and it was fat and delicious looking. I smiled at him, then rolled over to the edge of the bed, turned onto my side and brought my mouth within sucking distance by way of greeting.

  Without saying a word, he offered me his dick. Well, the head of it, anyway. His fist was wrapped around it and he fed it to me slowly. As I took the rounded tip in, then let my lips move down over the crown, I shuddered. Nothing makes me more aroused than wrapping my mouth around a man’s hard cock. Today it didn’t matter whose cock it was or what he thought of me or even how he was feeling. For once, it was okay for it to be All About Me, though I was sure the men would enjoy themselves as well. I immediately had to keep stroking myself as I swallowed Jaime’s cock, his hardness making me frantic. Before I could really start bucking up and down though, he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me away. His forcefulness combined with my now-empty mouth turned me on even more.

  “Baby…if you don’t want me to come, you can’t suck me like that. I’m only a man, after all,” he said, taking a step back. I looked up at him, begging with my eyes, running my tongue over my lips, but he shook his head, seeming to take delight in withholding it. “Later,” he murmured, and when I turned onto my back, I saw that another man was next to him and three more on my o
ther side, perched on the bed so they could be close enough. They were each stroking their cocks, almost tentatively, as if waiting for a cue from their comrades that they could go faster. I’d given up trying to distinguish whose cock was whose, because at that moment, it just didn’t matter.

  I moved so I was facing the trio, my back toward Jamie and his pal. I opened my mouth and two men brushed their cocks against my tongue. I looked up and all I saw was dick, dick, dick, literally, as another one appeared near the others, trying to get inside, though as talented a fellatrix as I am, that would’ve been impossible. I could hear heavy breathing and pumping on the other side and Chip clapping in delight. “Give it to me,” I said, stretching my mouth as wide as I could so those first two cockheads could fully enter my mouth.

  This was much farther than I’d ever gone before, for even the largest cock I’d swallowed, and there were some that had made me truly stretch my mouth, gag and strain, didn’t come close to having two dicks jockeying for position. Soon I pulled back and kissed the three tips. I took the dildo I’d placed beside me and began working it into my pussy. I had lube nearby, too, but found that I didn’t need it. I knew this wasn’t the traditional version of this kind of gang bang, where the men’s pleasure was paramount, but since I’d orchestrated this scenario, I wanted to reap the rewards. Far from being humiliated, I was overjoyed at getting to arrange this affair to my exact specifications, and the wetness I found between my legs proved it.

  I was torn between closing my eyes and focusing on the feel and smell of so many cocks and seeing them in action. I sat up on one elbow, dildo inside me, and we all jerked off communally, grunting and grinding, hands flying over skin, slamming and jerking, violent words for harsh actions yielding dizzying results. I’d always found it to be true that a light touch may as well be a tickle; I need firm, steady pressure, and gazing upon these men with cocks in fists, it was apparent to me that they did, too.

  Under my observation, the men seemed to jerk their cocks faster, moving in sync. Someone crawled behind me and I lowered my head down to the sheet so his penis could rub against my forehead. That gave the others entrée to slide closer, hover directly on top of me and slap their dicks against my face. I fucked myself with the dildo, wishing I had a vibrator because soon my hips were rising and crashing down against the mattress, my eyes tearing in ecstasy as all those penises suffused my senses. I turned my face slightly to the left and took the nearest dick into my mouth, easily swallowing its long, swollen length. Just then, I felt the first jet of cream land on my back, and I whimpered as best I could with a mouth full of cock. I looked up into the eyes of Rob, and he cradled the back of my head gently in his hand as I sucked him. This may sound crazy, but it felt spiritual to me, a moment of bonding that went far beyond the mechanics of sex. Or maybe I’m just the rare girl who can have a holy moment with five gorgeous cocks surrounding her.

  I gave everything I had to Rob, slamming the dildo so deep inside me it bordered on pain, the best kind of pain, as I let him invade my mouth. I’d wanted this invasion, asked for it, negotiated it, and now I delighted in it, all of it. I moaned against his mouth, urging him to come down my throat, and my man of the moment obliged. The stream of hot liquid surged into my mouth and I swallowed, my cunt contracting around the dildo at the same time. Rob’s release freed me to lean back and simply let the men take over. I surrendered to the glory of this unique situation and watched as one, then another, then yet another dick let loose until I was coated in sticky, white, beautiful come. I reached up and smeared it all over my face, and kissed whoever’s lips moved forward to kiss mine. I didn’t want to get up just yet; this sex spell was too beautiful to be broken. I lay there and smiled up at my suitors, my good-time guys, my bukkake boys, a grin covered with come, basking in pure bliss. It sure beat the hell out of most of my other sexual firsts. Chip winked at me, and I winked right back, reaching out my hands for whoever wanted to grab them.

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  VALERIE ALEXANDER lives in Arizona. Her work has been previously published in Best of Best Women’s Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica and other anthologies.

  JACQUELINE APPLEBEE (writteninshadows.wordpress.com) is a British writer who breaks down barriers with smut. Jacqueline’s stories have appeared in various anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica, Penthouse and DIVA magazine. Jacqueline has also penned An Expanded Love, a romance about multiple loving.

  OLIVIA ARCHER (archerserotica.com) is your typical California girl. That is, if your definition of “typical” includes writing porn by the pool under a hot Hollywood sun. Her stories have appeared in Frenzy: 60 Stories of Sudden Sex and Women in Lust: Erotic Stories.

  ERZABET BISHOP has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Smut by the Sea V2 and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires.

  GRETA CHRISTINA has been writing professionally since 1989. She is author of Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories About Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns, & More, and Why Are You Atheists So Angry? 99 Things That Piss Off the Godless. Her writing has appeared in multiple newspapers, magazines and anthologies, including three volumes of Best American Erotica.

  ELIZABETH COLDWELL lives and writes in London. Her stories have appeared in anthologies including Anything for You, Cheeky Spanking Stories and Fast Girls. She can be found at The (Really) Naughty Corner, elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com.

  DELOVELYOLIVE is an avid reader, writer and reviewer of erotic literature. She currently resides in the United States with her husband and three children. Her favorite types of stories to read are unique, heartfelt and embrace the ideals of a sex-positive culture.

  JOCELYN DEX shares her home with a six-four alpha male and varying numbers of spoiled cats and dogs. She currently writes erotic paranormal romance about Sempire Demons for Ellora’s Cave Publishing. She believes in hot sex and happily-ever-afters. Visit her at jocelyndex.com to find out what a Sempire Demon is.

  ROSE DE FER loves the view from the edge. Her writing often explores themes of bondage, D/s, petplay and paranormal romance. Her stories appear in Red Velvet and Absinthe, the forthcoming Darker Edge of Desire and numerous Mischief anthologies including Underworlds, Submission and Forever Bound. She lives in England.

  JEREMY EDWARDS is the author of the erotocomedic novels Rock My Socks Off and The Pleasure Dial. His short stories have appeared in over fifty anthologies, including four volumes in The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica series. Readers can surprise him in his underwear at jeremyedwardserotica.com.

  BREN EMILE has been writing ever since her chubby fingers could wrap around a pen (well, she went through a phase where she just chewed the pens for a while, but eventually she graduated to prose). She’s involved in theater and lives in the Twin Cities.

  BRANDY FOX writes poetry, stories, essays and novels for both children and adults. Her erotica appears in Women in Lust and The Mammoth Book of Quick and Dirty Erotica. She lives in Washington State with her spouse, children, and a garden with all the organic produce and eggs she desires.

  KATYA HARRIS lives in Kent in the United Kingdom with her boyfriend, daughter and three crazy rat boys. You can find her on Twitter @Katya_Harris and on Facebook. She hopes that you like what she’s written and that you’ll come back for more.

  TILLY HUNTER (tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.co.uk) is a British author with a wicked imagination and a taste for quirky erotica. She has stories in anthologies from Xcite Books, MLR Press, House of Erotica and others. Her first solo ebook, Miranda’s Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist, is out now.

  D. L. KING (dlkingerotica.blogspot.com) is the editor of anthologies such as Slave Girls, Under Her Thumb and The Harder She Comes, winner of the Lambda Literary Award and the Independent Publisher Book Award gold medal. Her stories can be found in Best Bondage Erotica, Anything For You and Luscious,
among others.

  JESSICA LENNOX’s erotic work can be found in Anything Goes: Queer Lesbian Erotica; Curvy Girls; Girl Fever; Spank!; Where the Girls Are; Hurts So Good: Unrestrained Erotica; Rubber Sex and Best Women’s Erotica 2008.

  Writing under her pen name, JAYE MARKHAM lives in the Florida Panhandle where she is working on a lesbian romance novel. She has always admired the women who have served our country as Secretary of State. This is her fantasy of how she would have offered her service.

  TIFFANY REISZ is the international bestselling author of the darkly comic Gothic erotica series The Original Sinners, a genre she made up entirely on her own. Tiffany lives in Portland, Oregon, with her boyfriend, her cats and her delusions of grandeur.

  GISELLE RENARDE is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than one hundred short-story anthologies, and author of books like Anonymous, The Red Satin Collection and My Mistress’ Thighs. Ms. Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

  JADE A. WATERS (jadeawaters.com) began her literary naughtiness when she convinced her boyfriend that the sexiest form of foreplay was reading provocative synonyms from a thesaurus. Her latest piece, “The Flogger,” can be found in The Big Book of Orgasms from Cleis Press.

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a New Jersey-based author, editor and blogger. She has edited over fifty books of erotica, including Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples; The Big Book of Orgasms; The Big Book of Submission; Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica; Suite Encounters; Going Down; Irresistible; Gotta Have It; Obsessed; Women in Lust; Surrender; Orgasmic; Cheeky Spanking Stories; Bottoms Up; Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica; Fast Girls; Flying High: Sexy Stories from the Mile High Club; Do Not Disturb; Going Down; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Please, Sir; Please, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top; Caught Looking; Hide and Seek, and is Best Bondage Erotica series editor. Her anthologies have won eight IPPY (Independent Publisher) Awards, and Surrender won the National Leather Association Samois Anthology Award. Her work has been published in over one hundred anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006. She wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for the Village Voice.