by Sweet
Every pore in her body seemed to have closed in on itself, every hair covering her skin perked up.
The pinkish piece of flesh just inside the actress’ labia was glistening. They did not know it then and afterwards the girls all agreed it was spit from the cop. Laila however, felt that it lent the scene more raw sexuality. The blonde driver’s reaction seemed earnest. She propped herself up with her elbows while one hand shot forward to caress the cop’s head.
The inside of her left thigh was flexing its muscles, her stomach tightened and relaxed at an increasing rate, her other hand was a balled-up fist.
Laila noted that with all the effort she was placing into controlling herself, the blonde could have actually punched the guy and knocked him senseless.
And then, with a final growl in a long series of growls, the woman threw her head back, visibly shaken, with glassy eyes.
The unspoken moment all the girls had been waiting for had begun.
The guy stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, baring a tight group of abdominal muscles. He also completely removed his trousers, baring his strong thighs.
His dick, equally muscled, rose up to an almost ninety degree angle. The girls had observed on one of the slow motion sequences that despite being free, this rooster was straining hard with all the veins showing and pulsing.
The man stood up, the woman propped herself up with her elbows again. The cop then pushed his manhood down with his thumb so that it would point at the moist, pink chunk of flesh that was spread in front of him, his for the taking.
The actors looked at each other's eyes, the woman’s seeming like it had been waiting forever for this moment.
The man pushed his hips forward slowly; the woman braced herself with her eyes closed. No sooner had they closed, they opened up again; the look in her face was quizzical.
And then a close up.
Chapter Four
THE CAMERA DID A good job.
The slow motion didn’t hurt either. Laila remembered all of them leaning forward; she even swallowed involuntarily!
The man’s slow attack, made slower by the effects and captured in full living color, was the reason for the blonde’s expression.
Instead of plugging his pole into the peg, his manhood touched her slightly gaping opening ever so softly, and slid upwards to hit her clit.
The girls didn’t understand how painfully torturous that maneuver was and yet, unknowing as they were, their frustration at not seeing, for the first time, how a man’s tool gets inside a woman’s cave proved to be as close a feeling as what the on-screen actress must have felt.
After a few close attempts, and with the blonde’s efforts to contain herself built up to the fullest, the guy slid his dick in without warning.
There were no bigger eyes than the woman’s eyes when that humongous equipment slid in. Though it did slide relatively smoothly, his was a massive one, not only in length but also in girth. Even with the girls intently looking at TV, they did not really catch it.
Thankfully, another slow motion sequence.
No one breathed as it entered, that mass of muscle slipping in, parting her little by little until all of it was buried deep in her. The blonde exhaled and so did the girls.
They all silently panted as the incessant pounding began in earnest, beads of sweat pouring down the man’s brow. They could see the man’s muscles tighten each and every second until all of him seemed to stiffen.
They heard him grunt, and grunt a few more, the grunts becoming more frequent, his thrusts getting more forceful.
In one unannounced moment just after the woman’s squeals died down, the man pulled out his reddened member and tugged at it forcefully. None of them were prepared to see what came next.
The oodles of gooey substances came rushing forth from his manhood and hit the blonde in her chin, coating her breasts and stomach. They found it gross and at the same time, inviting.
Laila wondered at that moment, how such a substance might feel like inside of her.
On the transition to the next scene, the girls unanimously agreed to turn the TV off.
And they giggled as they discussed what they had just witnessed, shamelessly describing the acts, pointing out a few technical details about the scene that didn’t make sense.
Laila’s mind was still replaying the same scene within her. She was surprised to find that she had the same feelings she had felt since they started the porno. She also felt unusually wet.
Thinking about the jeers they would throw in her direction if she suddenly excused herself, she started in commenting about how the muffin they had brought along tasted funny.
All the girls denied it and they moved on to their discussion.
A little later she brought it up again, how she felt like there was something wrong with her stomach. She wasn’t lying; she felt like she had to take a dump, her stomach was in coils. The scenes kept replaying in her mind, most prominently, the slow motion sequences.
She did not grasp the connection, but all she knew was she was soaking wet, despite the panty liner she had in place.
Without any more delay, she acted like she really needed to poop. She stood up holding her stomach and made for the bathroom, at which point the other three girls burst laughing.
She was uncomfortable with the wet feeling she had in her crotch. When she got inside, she slid down her skirt; her undies included. She took some tissue and proceeded to wipe herself.
Laila was clueless as to why this was happening. It also felt weird when the wad of tissue brushed against her privates.
As her hand went up and the tissue hit her clitoris, Laila’s leg immediately stiffened.
She paused. It felt really good and yet at the same time, it made her weak.
She tried it again with the same results. Her legs trembled with each brush she made with the wad. She discarded the roll of tissue she was using and decided to go take matters into her own hands.
She tried stroking that part again and again, with the same result.
She decided to give it a go.
Laila sat on the edge of the toilet bowl and bent forward, her left arm supporting her weight, pushing herself back from the wall. She spread both legs such that the remaining hand had easy access to her love cave.
She decided to stand her ground and to go through with it for as long as she could stand it. Having made her final decision, Laila began rubbing herself that day in her friend’s bathroom.
She couldn’t get used to the sensations. The more she paid attention to what she was doing, the more that the sensation held its ground and leveled.
Each time she forgot about what she was trying to do and just let the sensations come and go, the more it built up.
And it built up rapidly.
Before long, Laila was already holding her breath, straining her neck from looking up too much, even with her eyes closed. Her legs fanned, closing and opening, all in a manner unknown to her but with welcome reactions nevertheless.
As the pressure got harder and harder, as her strokes were becoming more forceful, Laila also raised her heels, concentrating the strength and the effort at fighting off a sensation she was provoking within herself.
Not long after that, she clenched the palm that was pressed against the wall in front of her.
Despite not having inhaled for more than a minute, Laila gulped some more air and suddenly opened her eyes.
Every nerve, every vein, every platelet of blood in her was alive. The veins in her neck were taut with exertion.
When finally she exhaled, it was as if her body decided to sleep on her.
And thus was born, Laila’s first orgasm.
Chapter Five
ERIC’S FACE LIT UP.
It had been three beers since he sat near the grill. He had seen the three groups of multiple participants grinding it up to the tunes of their own carnal rhythms. He had watched them with a little amusement. After all, a free show was a free show.
He had mo
re interest in the group that was located in between the other two. The group closest to him was a bunch of wannabe jocks who were trying to appear knowledgeable but whose moves were, at best, more like fumbling.
The group farther from him was a show. Two people fucking each other’s brains out while a group huddled before them taking pictures and egging the performers on.
Eric smirked of the thought of the pictures and videos going viral the minute their deed ended. These girls may not be from this school, but the internet was far-reaching.
Wasted lives for one night of being wasted.
He smirked at the irony again.
The group in the middle that caught his attention was more interesting than the other two combined. It was a community, sort of. Two girls and five men, each trying their best to satisfy the cravings of whoever occupied them that moment.
Eric wondered at the prolonged sexual excitation these participants must be feeling right now. Being with one partner was already nerve wracking for the first time. Being with four other people was just too much pressure.
Still, he preferred this group as they kept to themselves and there were no stragglers huddled before them.
This group turned him on.
A light glint caught his eye. Ever wary of the tricks his frat brothers may still have under their sleeves, he observed once more. He was almost ready to give up, dismissing it as an anomaly of light when his eyes caught it once more.
This time he also took note of the position. It was coming from the porch. He squinted to see the source, but was having difficulty making out what it was that glinted now and again.
Then he decided to investigate.
Eric took the darker path towards the porch, making sure he did not disrupt the activities of the people who were deep in their own temporary prisons. He heard the moaning and the grunts. His libido upped a notch as he made his way near the bushes towards the porch.
From halfway, Eric got a hold of the source.
It was a beer bottle; the glint was when its bottom came in contact with a light source at a certain angle. He was about to abandon his effort when a quick shower of light exposed the person sitting there.
It was a girl.
It was a girl watching all the people using and abusing each other under the clear night sky!
He was immediately intrigued. What little alcohol that was trying to worm its way into his head receded and gave way to his curiosity.
He was amazed at not being seen. She must be really focused. What do you know; I might just get laid tonight! Eric thought to himself as he approached the porch from behind.
Once he cleared the periphery of her vision, Eric accepted a bottle of beer casually given to him by someone he didn’t know, but who praised him for his earlier heroics. Muttering a quick thanks, he proceeded slowly past the teasing couple whose audience had thinned out, appearing nonchalant, like he didn’t really care at all.
Once directly behind the woman, Eric sipped on his beer and observed.
It was understandable why she was here. It was dark, there were littered bottles that made it uninviting, and the high-backed chair was to the back of everyone else; virtually saying no one was there.
It did seem a boring place to be at a party, and he mentally applauded her choice of hiding place.
He carefully placed his steps, making sure he did not make a sound that would attract her attention. At the same time, he made sure that he didn’t accidentally kick the bottles lined up in there. He sipped on his beer, but also took care to not make a sound audible enough for her to notice.
He was going to play this one out until the ideal moment to reveal himself.
If I play this right, she’d be pumped full of hormones by the time I announce myself, making me more attractive in the process! And she will not be able to resist me! He smiled at these thoughts.
Chapter Six
LAILA’S RECOLLECTION OF THE time she had experienced her first orgasm had the same effect on her as that porn film they had seen.
During her recollection, she noticed how perky her nipples were and how supple her breasts had become. She also noted that she was now breathing like she did that time.
Laila had been triggered. Here in her open hiding spot, she was unbearably turned on!
How perverted would it be to be a voyeur and get off on other people’s efforts?
That question had crossed her mind like an arrow piercing one’s skin – unannounced and totally unwelcome. She could not help it, she was brought up as a strict Christian and although she tried her best to stray, her first thoughts were always of morality when she let her rational mind take over.
Still, she could not deny what she was feeling. Already, she was wet under her lace underwear and she knew that if she just pinched her nipple, she would not be able to stop herself.
And so she did!
Waves of pleasure ran back and forth through her, starting from her left nipple traveling everywhere and ending where it started. She let out a sigh, and then drank her beer earnestly.
As she did, her other hand slid down to her crotch. She touched herself through the fabric and felt the ripple, just as if she had touched herself with her bare hand down there.
Her libido was ripe as evidenced by the sensation generated by her every touch. It would be easy for her to cum. She hoped she would be able to not make a sound.
Her attention zoned in on the group nearest to her. Earlier, it was the man who was grunting behind the woman who was on all fours. His momentum built up and seemed to go faster as the seconds ticked away. The faster he went, the louder the cheers got.
Libido notwithstanding, humans have a limit. So, despite clearly not wanting to stop, the man reluctantly pulled out, used his hoodie to cover the ground, and lay on top of it.
The woman was apparently impressed with the strong showing.
She came!
The thought crossed Laila’s mind. The girl took her place between the man’s spread legs and gave him a good tugging. The man threw his head back and moaned a low, long moan.
After what seemed like a good five minutes the girl swallowed the man, following the course of her hand down his shaft with her mouth. The crowd around them erupted in cheers; cameras started flashing from their smart phones.
Laila noticed that her breath had quickened. She was no stranger to giving head and sometimes, when she was still in a relationship, even enjoyed giving it. There was something powerful about subduing the opposite sex by playing with their sensitive part and at the same time, using one’s own sensitive part to accomplish the deed.
Laila also acknowledged that this particular girl, though she looked like she was at least two years younger than her, was a professional.
She noticed how the girl controlled the man’s reaction by timing her ministration. With her hand, she deftly moved her wrist in small circles as it traveled up and down his elongated diver. While doing so, she did not keep the rhythm with her mouth but instead chose to attack him when he wasn’t expecting it, usually when he laid his head back on the ground.
He was powerless; all that the man could manage to say was a string of repeated expletives that perfectly described what they were doing.
Laila timed her own ministrations to the movement of the girl’s wrist. She found pleasure there. If she was a little ashamed earlier, this time she stroked her femininity with wild abandon, patterning it with the expert maneuvers of the girl.
The man could not take it anymore. He motioned her to stop and ride him already to which she obliged.
That was one thing Laila knew how to do but did not practice. It was her experience that men rarely asked her to stop when she was into it. Something that resulted in her sex drive being almost driven to the brink, but not reciprocated.
She was glad that this man had particularly asked the girl to stop and partake in the final act together.
The man was huge—Laila could see it in the way the girl had to bounce up and do
wn four times before she sat on his pole comfortably. Thinking that just a few minutes ago he was already inside her, sawing her senseless, to not be able to quickly accommodate him once more only strengthened the notion that he was big!
Once the girl was on top, she slowly started gyrating making use of the most easily learned move any woman can do – rock forward and back.
Laila knew that this was about to blow. She focused her attention to the pair while her hand mercilessly toyed with her hot button. As the girls gyrations began to hasten, Laila’s hands did, too.
Bracing herself for the incoming slivers of pleasure that would soon assault her senses, she tightened her thigh and calf muscles. Next she tightened the area below her navel so that she could control her spasms.
The couple on the ground also braced for impact. With one final squeal, the girl fell into the man’s chest, her legs still firmly planted on both sides of him, her knees now digging into the soil. The man embraced her. He used the small space between their hips to thrust upwards.
The effect it had on an already exploding young girl was heard by the other two groups that were also almost done.
The girl squealed constantly until she could bear it no longer and needed to breathe. What issued from her mouth was a long string of muffled sounds. The man was fully committed to finishing her off; his grunts becoming louder, his thrusts were getting more forceful too.
“I’m cumming! Don’t stop!” the girl exclaimed.
So was Laila. She mashed her vagina thoroughly until she too was about to blow. Thinking this would be a big one, she propped both her feet on the ledge for more support as she didn’t want to lean forward and hit her head when the throes came in.
“Ngggnnnnhhhh,” was the sound that escaped her mouth as her vision went white with pleasure.
Chapter Seven
STABS OF WHITE HOT pleasure coursed through her spine, going up and down so fast that she tried to stop it by raising and pressing her nape backwards as best she could.
