by Doris Joe
Having such a small creature down at ground level offers numerous opportunities for different positions. I watch her being contorted and twisted for the men’s pleasure, letting her body go as they shove her where they want her.
The ‘line’ looks busy for the moment, so I make a quick inspection of the kitchen, which leads off this room. There’s a light buffet and another fridge. I fill another glass with orange juice and soda, sensing that hydration is paramount. A couple of guys are standing around chatting while they fortify with a small helping of pasta salad. It seems weird to eat whilst such sordid acts are going on just yards away. But eating and fucking are nothing more or less than the fundamentals of life, when I think about it. Why shouldn’t they go in the same room? It’s the prevailing morality that’s twisted, not us. It’s time to get in line for the brunette. I don’t know how much energy these women - or us guys, for that matter - are going to have tonight. There’s no fixed agenda. This fact, coupled with my own lack of experience of parties where sex is on tap, means I can’t exactly plan out a schedule. It’s hard to relax in the land of plenty. Any time you stop for a drink, you’re thinking I should be out there. If the other guys were good friends of mine, I suppose it would be easier to mix up chilling with fucking. But since they’re random and I don’t much like small talk, they can’t distract me for long. All I know is that it has to be wise to enjoy the sweet brunette while I have the chance. I can’t wait to sample her petite body.
The brunette is currently getting fucked by a guy in his sixties. There are perhaps four or five guys in that bracket - none of them gracefully ageing heartthrobs either, I think - and all of them are having a decidedly better time than if they were trying their luck with girls half their age in a ‘regular’ nightclub. The pretty little thing has her eyes open much more than her counterpart across the hallway, but she seems blind to age or looks.
It’s still quite busy around her mattress. Two or three guys hover expectantly in the vicinity of the one currently having his way with her. Her partner kneels behind her left shoulder, cradling her head tenderly every time the relentless pounding threatens to push her skull into the wall behind her. Whenever she can, she turns the head sideways and sucks his cock. Rather than wait awkwardly for my turn between her legs, I decide to help myself to a blow-job whilst the informal waitlist gets a little shorter.
I kneel down at her right shoulder. Her mouth is still stuffed with her partner’s manhood, and for a moment I wonder if she’s going to ignore me. I haven’t been paying attention to her for long enough to know if she’s as enthusiastic about swapping dicks in her mouth as the wicked schoolgirl is. But she sees me out of the corner of her eye, and almost immediately pulls off her escort - replacing her mouth with her left hand for him - and takes me between her pretty red lips. It seems like the girls in a gangbang uphold a certain etiquette too - an understanding not to ignore any penis presented to their faces. Or not for long, anyway.
I savour the sensation. The mere presence of my cock in her mouth, perfectly set in the middle of a face streaked with make-up that’s been deliciously destroyed by her non-stop abandon, is as delicious as anything she does with it. She takes it in as deep as she can in such an awkward position, all the while being hammered between her legs and having her small, pert breasts fondled. The hand on her right breast is mine.
But I’m kneeling on the hard floor and it’s not comfortable. I want to get on the soft combination of her firm little body and the mattress. There’s been another shift change at her pussy and now there’s only one other guy waiting. I pull out of her mouth, slip on yet another condom and position myself near her cute little left foot, which vibrates in mid-air as she takes her latest hammering. I caress her calf muscle and then lock my fingers around her heel. It makes me feel like I’m holding one of her legs open - one of my favourite touches in any porn scene. Not that this girl really needs her legs prising apart. Once the latest guy pulls out of her cunt and wriggles away, I lock eyes with the guy mirroring my kneeling position at her other foot. He’s got a sharp face and light brown skin. I later discover he’s Afghan. He was here first, I think. We both gesture towards the waiting vagina with comical politeness. After you! No, after you, I insist! I smile and shake my head as I decide it would be silly to argue about this. I never thought a gang-bang could be this civilized, but I suppose it’s the only way a party like this can actually work in practice.
She’s such a slight girl that fucking her in a kneeling position is hard. Her pussy is almost flush with the mattress. Missionary is awkward because of other people playing with her boobs and fucking her mouth, but I have to attempt some sort of hybrid. Her body is dripping wet. She is so sexy that exchanging any kind of bodily fluid only deepens the thrill of temporarily owning her, but hot as it is in one sense, it simply gets too boiling in another. Too much skin contact and her heat seeps into me, exhausting me.
I lose patience with that position and with considering the other guys. They’ll rearrange themselves as required, I think to myself as I pull out for a moment, grab her by the hips and flip her onto her left side. She curls into a delicious foetal pose and I plunge into her wet hole once again. Her pussy is at a good height now and I can fuck her hard whilst kneeling. I have always loved it when a girl lies on her side and brings her knees up towards her chest - to me it’s more animal and submissive than doggy style. Unlike doggy, you can see her pretty face and you can see her tits billowing with each thrust. The slap of thigh on ass is as good in this position as any other. And the idea that she could get away
- even if she wanted to - is inconceivable when you look down on her, folded so helplessly beneath you.
CHAPTER TEN
My name is Chloe and I have a confession to make. I've always been a quiet, reserved, good girl. I never got a detention in school or so much as missed a day. I never smoked, did drugs, or stayed out past my curfew. Before I left for college I broke up with my long-term boyfriend who had taken my virginity but had never given me a decent orgasm. We'd only had sex once or twice. So, you see, I've never been that sort of girl. I've never wanted to be that sort of girl because I always thought people would judge me, or slut-shame me. I even thought my parents might disown me if they ever found out I was anything other than a vision of pure, shining innocence. Thing is, I must get this off my chest. Last week I did something that I never thought I'd do, and I have been asked to do again tonight.
----------------------------------------------------The thudding was getting louder, I swear. Louder and more persistent. Like someone had decided to put up a picture frame at two o'clock in the morning. Yet, I knew exactly what that was. It was the neighbouring dorm's bedposts trying to break through the thin walls. That's not all though. She was hardly being quiet. I used to like Sarah when she first moved in as a freshman. She was sweet, kind, and had a smile that could melt your heart if you gazed at its pearly beauty for too long. Girls like Sarah are the reason I am bisexual, which is a very recent revelation for me.
Before I moved upstate for college I did not dare identify as anything but one-hundred percent heterosexual, but then on spring break last year I kissed my first girl, and like that once-overplayed Katy Perry song, I liked it. I liked it a lot. Anyway, back to Sarah. I'd say five-foot-two tops. Straight, long blonde hair more on the platinum-dyed side than the natural strawberry. From what I have seen she dresses casually but also manages to make casual look like the latest celebrity styles. Only last week I discovered her Instagram and became one of her sixty thousand followers who admire her style, meals, and general gorgeousness.
Anyway, I started off liking her and found myself crushing on her until she started inviting guys to spend the night with her. That's where we are now. Me covering my head with a pillow as the repeated thud of her bed is matched only by the loud, angelic moans someone is forcing out of her. According to her screams, she had already climaxed four times, but it did not sound like anyone in her room was close to finishing.
I had to do something. I could have gone with the passive-aggressive fist to wall approach to let them know they were being too loud, but it probably would not have gotten my point across. I doubted they'd even hear it over the incessant beat of wood against plaster and brick. No, I had to face them head-on.
I sighed and looked at my phone hoping not to see a single digit on the electronic display. 2:14 AM stared back at me, mocking my tiredness without care. I placed it back down on the bedside table and flicked the switch on my lamp, illuminating just enough of my room to allow me to manoeuvre past any trip hazards; not that there are many given how pristine I liked to keep my space. I threw back my covers and spun without elegance until my bare feet hit the soft carpet below before standing up and adjusting my pyjama shorts so that the back was not leaving my rear completely exposed. Just as I took my first few steps towards the door of my room, I heard another moan of pleasure.
"Yes, Daddy! YES! I'm cumming!!" Sarah cried with utter delight, making me feel a strange mix of arousal and irritation. Despite how niggled I was to still be awake when I had lectures to attend in less than seven hours, I could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy, both for her and whoever had now given her five orgasms. I wanted five orgasms. I grumbled to myself as I opened my dorm room door and peeked around and down the dimly lit corridor for any other night owls. Once I was sure it was clear I stepped out into the corridor and moved towards Sarah's bedroom door. It was not far from mine, at least not far enough, I thought to myself as I knocked.
I heard mumbles inside belonging to Sarah and the individual I assumed was her lover, one-night stand, or fuck-buddy. At first, I did not think they were going to answer my knocks. Maybe they were just ignoring me until I went away, but I was not going anywhere until they agreed to quieten down. I lifted my hand once more to repeat the motion but before my knuckles made contact with the wood the door opened. The smell of sex hit me just as quickly as the heat of Sarah's room. I looked up at the male who in turn looked down at me because, like Sarah, I am rather petite.
"Uhh, can we help?" he asked, keeping the door just closed enough to stop me seeing inside. I prepared to answer when I heard another voice also belonging to a male.
"Who is it, man?"
"Oh, this cute girl. Saz's neighbour I think?" He looked back at me for a moment, before replying to the other. "What does she want?"
Once more the man who answered the door turned back to me and gave me a questioning glance, although I was slightly taken aback at being referred to as 'cute'. "I... Well..." I was quick to make a fool of myself while trying to stutter out the words Be fucking quiet, I'm trying to fucking sleep and your threesome is getting intolerable. Alas, those words remained in my throat and I instantly started to blush.
"Listen, why don't you come in and explain?" He saw my confused expression but I was inclined to accept the proposal; that way I could speak directly to Sarah...if she was in any state to actually converse with me. I nodded and he opened the door up a little more and I was immediately forced to avert my gaze when I realised he was naked. Not only that, but he was rock hard. I looked at the wall as I stepped past him and into Sarah's room and heard the door being closed behind me. Her bed was around the corner so all I could see as I padded carefully into the flat was a foot dangling over the edge of her mattress; what I could see is that my threesome prediction was two people short. All this time, Sarah had been alone with four naked men. I tried and failed not to ogle them all, discovering the longest cocks I have ever laid eyes on.
I was yet to realise that my nipples had begun hardening and were showing through the thin material of my plain white tank-top, but I did have an unfamiliar twitch growing between my legs. A feeling that only grew as I discovered Sarah lying on her back, her head turned to the left slightly and her cum-stained lips wrapped tightly around one of the male's cocks as he kneeled beside her. Her skin was glowing with a thin layer of sweat and dotted with white on her stomach which I quickly realised was also cum. I gazed down at her body and felt all my anger and tiredness melt away, replaced by a fiery need to pleasure myself.
"So, what are you doing up so late, Sarah's cute neighbour?" the male who had answered the door asked, but I refused to look away from Sarah's naked body as I carefully worded my reply.
"Well, you guys were..." I began but was cut off when Sarah looked in my direction, let the cock slip from her mouth with a pop, and smiled up at me like a long-lost lover.
"Shit, were we being too loud?" she purred like the sexually deviant kitten I never knew she was. Again, my resolve crumbled, and I found myself shaking my head, despite that being the exact reason as to why I was still awake. I felt my breathing getting heavier as she sat up slowly and bit down sensually on her bottom lip.
"You sure about that, Chloe? Maybe you came to join in, finally?"
Finally, I thought. What did she mean by that? I soon found out. "I've been waiting months for you to knock on my door and 'catch' me like this." As she spoke her nimble fingers toyed with the strings connected to my loose cotton shorts. I did not want to step away as her hand fiddled aimlessly, yet so close to my crotch. I felt the heat between my thighs becoming unbearable as the men around us wondered what might happen next.
Never in my life had I thought about group sex being a possibility, especially when I barely had a slither of experience with one partner. Yet, she seemed to sense my true desires and slowly looped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her. I lost my balance as she slowly fell back into her crumpled sheets and I landed on top of her, but before I could react, apologise, or so much as breathe, her lips made contact with my neck.
Sarah's tongue followed and swiped over the sensitive skin causing me to gasp as my inexperienced body was taken for a ride into never before seen territories. "Would you let the guys touch you?" she whispered in my ear, voice raspy and cute as ever. Her question threw me as much as the neck kisses which followed, yet instinctively I let my arousal answer for me. Urgently.
"Yes..." I gasped, as her teeth lightly nipped the skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough for me to feel the delectable mix of pain and pleasure. I felt the four guys behind us ready to pounce like a pack of lions stalking their prey, but they needed permission. Consent.
"I want them to touch me..." I sighed back to Sarah, loud enough for all four of them to hear before she giggled, leaned up, and kissed me on the lips. It was not a mere peck either, but a smouldering, deep tongue kiss. I felt like I was losing my mind as my eyes closed and I surrendered to the dancing tongues, with hers pushing into my mouth to take the lead.
"Oh man, that's hot..." one of the guys commented as our lips locked, our heads tilted in opposite directions, and our tongues swirled in slow, random patterns. I was left seeing stars as Sarah's soft fingers threaded through my shoulder-length brown hair, keeping me close as I felt more hands tentatively touching my body. I could tell they were being cautious, which I found quite charming, because they clearly wanted to respect my boundaries. Boundaries which my neighbour was knocking down. I relaxed into her clutches and groaned as more hands stroked over my body, caressing parts I never knew could be so sensitive. A particularly daring hand rubbed me through the material of my shorts and clearly felt the results of my ever-growing arousal.
"Fuck... She's really wet..." one of them spoke as warm hands caressed my legs, squeezing to test the softness of my thighs. I was in heaven and relaxing more with every passing second as their hands stroked all over my body, both covered parts and bare flesh, from my neck to my toes. Although it seemed they were keen on stripping me. Fingers slipped beneath the elasticated waistband of my sleep shorts and the material began to slide down my legs as one of the males started to strip me.
I assisted where I could until they disappeared, leaving my lower half uncovered. My newly exposed rear was then groped, squeezed, and even spanked as I made no effort to either break the kiss or resist their advances. Next thing I knew there were hands pulling me up. One
set began peeling my tank-top off while another lifted my arms for just long enough for it to be removed, revealing my larger, pendulous bosom and leaving me naked in front of four strangers.
"God... look at those tits..." one of the men complimented as his hands greeted my newly exposed pillows. Again, the pleasant warmth of his paws drew a gentle groan from my lips, and a sharper inhale as he glided his thumbs over my small, hard nipples. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy, with compliments flying left, right, and centre. They were paying attention to my pleasured coos and doing everything in their power to bring more from my lips. Sarah then broke the kiss and reached out to take one of the guys' cocks in her hand, stroking it casually as she watched the hands toying with my bare flesh. I was so glad they kept me awake for this now.
"Hey, Chloe? Is there anything you aren't okay with us doing?" one asked me and then grinned as I shook my head. Honestly, I had never wanted anything more in my life, even if I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Soon, however, I found out. My rear was caressed as he kneeled at the foot of the bed and lined his mouth up with my vagina; the warmth of his breath alone made me shiver.
Sarah slipped from beneath me and I watched as the male she had been stroking manhandled her, flipped her onto all fours, and then slid his big, thick, throbbing cock straight into her pussy. Another circled around the opposite side and kneeled in front of her but did not have to wait long before she took his tip into her mouth and then, seconds later, let it dip straight down into her throat. My eyes went wide as I saw its shape appear in her neck. I was so impressed by her technique that my body did not register the first slow lick through my folds. The second, however, sent a blissful shockwave of tingling pleasure straight through my core. My exboyfriend had never taken the time to explore me in such a way, so it surprised me that a stranger was now taking my oral virginity. What's more, it felt amazing. His lips sucked on my clit, while his tongue generously lavished the small bud in saliva, drawing sexual noises from me that nobody had ever heard before. I did not have to fake, because boy did he know what he was doing.
