Online Romance Group (A Romance Novella)

by Chris Genovese

  We took a break from the game and I slid to the edge of the bed to get more alcohol. I wanted to be drunker. I wanted to not give a shit about anything that went down. Ferrah was happy to oblige.

  She filled my cup and the heaviness of it felt good. I chugged, a little too quickly, and it burned. My chest was on fire and I instantly felt lightheaded. I sipped again. I was having so much fun and I wanted to be even wilder.

  “Whoa,” I said a little louder than I meant to.

  And Ferrah was on her knees, taking my hand in hers.

  “You okay, sweetie?” she asked.

  I laughed. I laughed again. I was fine. I was just…I sipped again not knowing how to finish the thought. The liquor burned as it went through my body, the liquid embers running down my chest and into my stomach and down my legs and even between them. I felt my pussy warm. And it felt fucking great.

  “Are you okay?” she asked again.

  “She’s fine,” Stallion said.

  “I’m okay,” I said. “Just took a big gulp and it was stronger than I expected.”

  They both laughed with me.

  “Just lie down,” she advised.

  I took another sip and then I lay down, making sure not to spill the drink.

  “What should we do with her?” Ferrah asked.

  I could hear laughing all around me. Jennifer must’ve joined the other group. They were having a full-on conversation just a few feet away.

  “Do with me? I’m fine,” I said as I pulled myself up to my elbows and took another sip.

  “I can think of a few things we can do with her,” Stallion whispered.

  “Tell me, love,” she replied.

  “Well, first, let’s take off her shoes.”

  I felt her pull my shoes off and heard the double thump of them landing somewhere on the floor.

  “Are you wearing jeans, Baby Jane?” she asked.

  I sipped from my drink again. It was hitting me hard and fast. I liked it. I crossed my legs but Ferrah grabbed them and spread them open. She crawled between them and leaned over me. Her hair hung down and touched my face. It smelled nice, freshly shampooed.

  “The rules were, you were supposed to come in just a robe, silly,” she said. “Like me.”

  She took my empty left hand and put it inside of her robe. My knuckles brushed against her nipple. I opened my hand cupped her tit. It was big, harder than mine. Fake but sexy. It reminded me that I had no shirt or bra on. I’d forgotten my nudity. I just felt so…relaxed.

  “I like that,” she said. “You have a soft touch.”

  She leaned forward and kissed me again. Her lips were so soft, softer than any I’d ever kissed before. They were in no rush. That’s what I remember most. It was easy. Relaxed. They were patient and smooth. Her kiss was magnificent. No tongue at first. Just her lips against mine.

  And Stallion was stroking my hair.

  Then I felt a wetness seep through my lips. Her tongue was sliding through my teeth and meeting mine. I wanted it. I wanted to taste her. And just like her lips her tongue took its time, moved around mine in an erotic dance.

  “Have you ever been with a woman before?” Stallion asked.

  “Uh uh,” I said no in short gasps.

  “I dare you to take off his robe,” I heard a woman’s voice say from the other side of the bed.

  Things had escalated on both fronts. No time wasted with this group. We’d all been having virtual foreplay for well over a year. Every person in this room wanted to fuck every other person in the room at some point in time.

  We’d all chatted privately. I’d told Stallion I’d suck his dick, told Ferrah I’d always fantasized about being with a woman, told Ray and Stan I wouldn’t mind trying two men at once, and even told Veronica I’d like to try it with a man and another woman. I’d told Mud every dirty fantasy my mind could conjure up. And he was the only one I might not get to try anything with.

  “Now kiss him,” I heard the woman’s voice again.

  “Stallion, where are you?” I asked.

  I suddenly wanted a man near me. Then I realized where he was and in what position he was in. He was squatted down on his knees at the crown of my head. He inched forward on his knees and his robe opened. His cock rested on my forehead. I couldn’t see it, but it was huge and heavy, just sitting there, throbbing.

  Yes, I could feel it pulsating against my head. He wanted me. I tilted my head back and felt it slide to the bridge of my nose. Ferrah leaned down to kiss me again and his cock parted us, providing a barrier between our mouths.

  I wanted to take his dick in my mouth. It was right there within reach but Ferrah beat me to it. I could hear her take it in. The sound of her breathing through her nose, in and out, and the slurping of her mouth sliding over the length of him made my pussy throb. I wanted a piece of that.

  I tilted my head to the right and downed the rest of my drink. It didn’t burn anymore. It just ran down my throat and livened up my blood. I dropped my cup to the floor and reached around to run my fingernails along Ferrah’s back. She giggled a little and moaned.

  As Ferrah slid back and forth over Stallion her tits rubbed against mine. It was so hot, flesh on flesh. The hardness of her nipples brought goosebumps to my skin.

  “Man I wish the lights were on. I love seeing a guy kiss another guy,” a woman’s voice said, sounded like Veronica.

  She would definitely have something to blog about.

  “She’s getting bored,” I heard Ferrah say.

  I wasn’t actually. I was just so fucking buzzed and my senses were going crazy. I could hear the two guys making out and some other sounds coming from that side of the bed, quite possibly the girls making out too.

  Ferrah was hovering over me sucking Stallion’s cock and I was enjoying the feel of her skin against mine. I was doing just fine.

  “Lie back, baby,” Ferrah said.

  I thought she was talking about me but since I was already lying back and Stallion suddenly slinked away, I realized she’d been talking to him. Ferrah kissed me again, putting the taste of Stallion in my mouth, and I liked it. Her flavor mixed with his was delicious. I lifted my head, grabbed the back of hers, and kissed her passionately.

  Ferrah pulled away and slid off me. Her hands found the button of my pants and undid them with ease. She tugged at my jeans and I slid left and right, inching my way out of my restraints. I didn’t feel my panties come off but they must’ve joined my pants on the pile on the floor because her hand touched me. She was so gentle as she placed her hand against my mound, setting it there, her fingers resting softly against my clit.

  She moved back to my face and kissed me once again. Then she whispered in my ear.

  “Come on. Let’s use Stallion for what he’s worth. You’re new to this so I’ll walk you through it.”

  She pulled me up to my knees on the bed, grabbed my waist with both hands, and ushered me towards the head of the bed where Stallion’s face waited.

  “Sit there,” she said.

  I almost embarrassed myself and asked where but I knew where she meant.

  “Come here, Baby Jane,” he said as he reached out, grabbed my thighs, and pulled me to him.

  I grabbed the headboard in both fists and swung one leg over his face. I hovered there for a moment, my thighs shaking as I resisted the urge to lower myself onto his mouth. I could feel his breath hitting my lips and I knew he was only an inch or so away.

  Then his tongue reached me. I’d had my eyes closed since I couldn’t see anyway, but as I felt his hard, rough tongue wiggle against my clit, my eyes shot open.

  Holy shit!

  It was like I’d been tased. The one flick against my clit made my legs quake. Stallion clamped down on my thighs with his hands and pulled me to his mouth. I dropped down a little too quickly and heard him grunt. He recovered just fine and swirled his wide tongue against my pussy.

  I’d never been eaten out properly. Not tongued down like a man really wanted to taste every i
nch of me. Well, Stallion was doing a fine job. His tongue dug into me like he wanted to taste my insides. He pulled me down against his mouth so hard that his stubbly chin hurt my skin.

  “Ahh,” I cried a little.

  “Sounds like someone else is having fun over there,” Jennifer called out. “I’ll come over there and join you guys in a little bit.”

  “Ohh fuck,” I heard Ferrah’s voice behind me.

  I’d forgotten all about her. Her hands grabbed my shoulders and I could feel her using me for leverage as she rode Stallion’s cock furiously. Her shaking made me wriggle and Stallion quickened his pace, moving his tongue from side to side against my clit.

  “Ohh shit!” Ferrah cried.

  “Ohh shit!” I echoed as Stallion hit me just right.

  I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry. I felt emotions I didn’t even know I had bottled up inside ready to spill over. I’d never been loud in bed. I was always too chicken shit.

  “Fuck me baby!” Ferrah yelled. “Yes, fuck me!”

  “Fuck that pussy,” Jennifer cheered. “Oh shit,” she added with a gasp of her own.

  Seemed somebody had answered her cry and was doing something nice to her too.

  “I’ve never eaten pussy before,” a guy’s voice said.

  One of the gay guys was giving it a chance.

  “Stan is that you?” Jennifer asked.

  “Has to be Stan,” I heard Veronica say, “Cause I’m busy over here with Ray.”

  The sucking sound that came between her words told me she was feasting on Ray’s cock.

  “Yes…yes…yes…” Ferrah wasn’t shy about her pleasure.

  “Oh fuck!” I shouted again.

  I was going to come. Stallion was devouring me. His tongue licked the rim of my pussy, staying tight to its boundaries, spreading my hole open as he tongued around it. First he was slow but then he went faster.

  “Aah,” I moaned. “Aah yes!”

  He slid up to my clit and tongued right at the hood as he pulled me down again tight to his face. The pressure was insane. I shoved down even harder, feeling his chin push against my pussy. I rode him, fucking his face. He struggled to breathe but I didn’t care. I wanted to come.

  “You taste so good,” he said in a muffled voice. “Damn, Jane, you taste so fucking good.”

  “Eat my pussy” I cried out.

  Yes, I cried out. I fucking said it loud. And it felt great. I didn’t care who was listening.

  “Fucking eat me!” I yelled.

  “Oh yeah,” Ferrah called from behind me. “Eat her, baby, and don’t stop fucking me damn it!”

  I held the headboard in my hands and they shook, rattling the board against the wall.

  “Ohhhhh!”

  I was gonna come. I was gonna come.

  Oh fuck yes! Ah it hurts. It…it…it’s…fuck…I can’t…I can’t anymore…I can’t handle…Oh my god! Ohhhhh god! YES!

  It poured out of me. Everything. I collapsed onto Stallion’s face. I came so hard. I’d never done that. Not like that.

  Suddenly a light flickered on, a small orange glow illuminated the room. Someone was standing on the side of the bed with a lighter in hand, holding it out to get a better view of the room.

  “Y’all really know how to get a party started. Holy shit. I thought bein’ fashionably late was gonna be a good idea. Apparently y’all don’t know how to wait for nobody.”

  I knew that redneck drawl. It was Mud. I was shocked. I was mortified for a second but then Stallion did something, bit lightly at my clit and my legs shook again.

  I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder to see Mud standing there on the side of the bed, completely fucking naked. Not even a robe on. He was every bit as magnificent as his online profile picture. His chest was broad and muscular. His abs were ripped. His cock was big and glorious, just dangling there, half erect. And his face. I couldn’t see his face very well in the shadows of the flickering lighter flame but his jaw looked square and I just knew he was handsome.

  His cock. My eyes were drawn to it again. I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to get Mud in my mouth. I wanted Mud on my tits and in my pussy. I wanted Mud everywhere. I wanted to be fucking filthy with Mud.

  Stallion made me quiver again and I realized I’d forgotten the man of my dreams was staring at me as I rode this guy’s face.

  He was just gazing at me, his face in the shadows, and as I watched him watch me I saw his dick stir. It moved a little, growing as he enjoyed what he was seeing.

  Ferrah kept riding Stallion, not even giving Mud a glance. Her eyes were clamped shut and her face was twisted into a frown, but not the bad kind. She was just enjoying herself so much she couldn’t express herself correctly.

  You know that moment when you’re ecstatic but your face droops. When you lose control of your motor functions. That was Ferrah as she fucked Stallion with the fury few could handle.

  Behind her I could see Ray, handsome pop-star-like Ray sitting on the edge of the bed with Veronica draped over him. She still had her robe on but she was going to town on the guy, her luscious lips running up and down the length of his cock.

  Jennifer, gorgeous Jenn, was lying on her back with chubby Stan going nuts on her. He was eating her pussy the way a dog laps up water from its dish. Jennifer was enjoying herself but watching Mud. The view was better there and instant jealousy came over me as I imagined Jenn inviting him over and taking him in her mouth while Stan finished her off.

  “How’d you get in here?” Jennifer suddenly asked, panting with each syllable.

  Veronica pulled off Ray’s dick with a smack of her lips. “And why the fuck do you have your lighter on?”

  “I got me a key,” Mud said as he held up the keycard. “Who do y’all think paid for the room?”

  All this time I’d been worried about him not showing up and he’d paid for the fucking room. What an asshole. I was his online pimp, the leader of his street team, his number one gal who made sure his books got spread all over the Internet. I was the one who said good morning to him every sunrise and told him he was the best ever at each sundown. And I knew nothing of these plans.

  Fucking brilliant.

  “And I have my lighter on cause I wanted to see how delicious y’all look in mid-fuck,” he added. “And I wanted to see my gal gettin’ her rocks off.”

  He looked over at me and I smiled. I smiled. I fucking smiled at the guy of my dreams while another guy ate my pussy. What the fuck is that all about? I felt like I was in a very strange wet dream.

  But he’d called me his gal. His gal. I was his gal.

  Stallion slid my clit between his teeth and it hurt but felt so good at the same time. I leaned forward and almost smacked my head on the headboard, suddenly understanding the name of the thing. I slapped it with an open palm and bit my tongue trying to stop myself from moaning and embarrassing myself in front of Mud.

  “Ferrah, you bring any of them candles you mentioned?”

  “Uhh, ohh, yeah, umm, oh shit, yeah I have one in my…oh shit…in my purse.”

  Stallion was still licking me as he drove his dick upward and into Ferrah. It seemed like he was punishing her for talking while he fucked her.

  Mud fished into her purse and retrieved a candle. He lit it and set it up high on a dresser. The room brightened just a little more but was still quite dark.

  “This looks like a scene right outta one of my books. No more hiding, folks. We’re all friends here. Just fuck and be merry,” Mud said.

  He approached and stood next to me, his dick just a couple feet from my face.

  “You have my gal,” he said to Stallion.

  “But she tastes so good,” my seat said.

  “She needs to come with me though,” Mud said.

  This had to be a dream. Holy shit he was calling me his gal and demanding I go with him. I wanted to go with him. I’d watched his cock and between the time he’d lit the candle and now and it had grown a little. His eyes were fixed on my tits. />
  “My God you’re beautiful,” he said.

  I felt dirty still planted on Stallion’s face. I lifted myself off and reached out to Mud. He picked me up and brought me to him, his strong arms handling me with no problem. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him.

  “You like me?” I asked.