Chapter 4
I flicked the light switch on and the boys came rushing into my apartment.. They tried to hide their nervousness by acting real casual, like they did this sort of thing every night.
I turned to Bob and said, "Well, what exactly did you have in mind, Bob?" And right away I found out.
Instead of answering me, he came beside me and put his hand on my ass, rubbing it good. Then his fingers slid down my skirt and tickled my thighs. Bob was putting on a good show for his friends.
They were sitting on the couch just watching everything Bob did like they couldn't believe this was happening. One of them said, "Why don't you fix us some drinks?"
"Okay, guys, I'll get us something to drink," I said and left the room. Hell, I thought, I might as well enjoy it, too. From the kitchen cabinet I took a bottle of whiskey, still sealed, one I'd been saving for a special occasion. Even though this wasn't the occasion I had in mind, tonight seemed like the right night for it. When I came back into the living room, the guys were all whispering and sneaking looks at me. Bob was giggling like a little kid with a new toy. And I was the toy.
"Do you guys have names?" I said. "Or do you want to keep this on an impersonal basis?"
"Sure. My name's Willy," said the shortest one, sitting on the end of the couch. "And this is-" He pointed to the guy next to him, the one who asked me for the drinks. He spoke for himself.
"George," he said. "George Baxton."
George stared at my body with hungry eyes.
And I stared right back at him, thrusting my jugs out and putting my hands on my hips. He was a good-looking kid. A bushy brown beard ran up and down his face, and a long thick mustache practically covered his lips. A real pussy-tickler. If I didn't know he was one of Bob's friends, I would have thought he was at least twenty. Maybe this would be fun after all.
The last guy was a thin redhead. He gave me his name, Alex, and then didn't say anything at all. Alex wouldn't even look at my eyes.
"Okay," I said to them all. "My name's Laura. I imagine Bob told you a few things about me."
They smiled at that, all at the same time. "That's right," George said. "He told us a lot about you. That's why we wanted to meet you." All of a sudden he was getting bold. George was probably the leader of the group. He looked at my tits while he talked. "Yeah, Bob told us you were a really together chick. Know what I mean?"
"I know damn well what you mean," I said. "So let's get started."
I broke open the seal on the bottle, uncapped it and brought it to my lips for a real long swallow. It gurgled as it ran down my throat and I felt a warm glow spread up from my stomach and all through my chest. Then I passed the bottle to Alex. No sense in being formal. We were all going to drink from the bottle like a bunch of teenagers getting drunk for the first time.
While they passed the bottle, I selected some music for the stereo, and put three records on the turntable, real good fuck music. Full of Latin rhythms mixed with jazz-rock. Then I sat on the floor in the middle of everybody. Bob was sitting in a chair right behind me, and I was facing the rest of the guys.
I looked at the whiskey bottle. It was a third empty already. A laugh escaped my lips. Everybody was drinking enough so they'd have the courage to fuck me.
"Toss me that pillow," I said to Alex.
For some reason I delighted in teasing him. He threw the big fluffy throw pillow I keep on the couch. I sat on it and figured out what to do next.
"You sure you guys want to go through with this?" I said. They all nodded.
Slowly I worked the first button on my blouse loose. Then I curled up my legs in front of me so my white skirt slid back to my hips. I had a captive audience. Their eyes stuck to my every move, watching my hand drop down to the next button. Now they could see the first part of my chest, where my big boobs were pushed together by the bra.
"Give me another hit on that whiskey," I demanded.
Alex passed me the bottle and I took three long swallows. My head started swimming and it felt like I was taking off into space. I started to feel real good, real excited at taking my clothes off in front of four horny teenagers. Then I got an idea how to make it more fun.
"Let's dance," I said, and jumped to my feet. No one made a move. "Come on! You mean you guys don't even know how to dance! It's too late to be shy now."
I went over to Bob, took his hand, and led him to the center of the room. He put his anus around me and we started to dance slow. His feet were clumsy as he tried out a few pitiful dance steps.
"Not like that," I said. "Like this."
I pulled him close to me, grinding my cunt against his prick. It was hard already, straining against his jeans. His hands went to my ass and pulled my butt-cheeks apart. Then he put his fingers under my skirt and lifted it over my ass. I started hunching against his cock real fast and at the same time I pressed my jugs against his chest, feeling them flatten. I rolled my hips from side to side, increasing the pressure on his cock.
He rammed me good, forgetting about any dance steps at all. The music was picking up the beat and we were practically fucking right through our clothes. We danced over to the wall, my lead of course, and I flicked out the lights. I pressed him against the wall with my cunt again and again until he was moaning real loud and his fingers went under the elastic of my panties like he was going to pull them down.
"Next!" I said suddenly and stepped out of reach of his throbbing cock.
The room was real dark now. The only light came from the candle on my coffee table that one of the guys had lit. I went over and lit a stick of incense in a Buddha-shaped holder. The room filled with a sweet exotic scent, blending with the musky odor of sex that poured out of us all.
George stood up and approached me. He wasted no time at all, just putting his hands on my hips shoving his cock against me. It was so large I could feel it poking against my stomach. Like the others, he wore jeans, tight jeans that made his cock-bulge even harder. I danced over to the table and while George was thrusting his hips against me, I leaned over and took a cigarette from the table. I lit it and sighed, like I was bored out of my mind. It was a good act. My legs were so wet with cunt-juice that I couldn't wait to have a cock jammed into me . . . but it's always more fun if you put the fucking off as long as possible.
His hands went to the front of my bra and he tried to slip his fingers under the elastic. I pushed him away and put his hands on my tits, making him feel them through the blouse. He was going to suffer for a while before he got any bare tit. I slid my hand between us and clutched his groin. Then I unzipped his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his bulging cock. I squeezed it a couple of times, then pushed him away.
"Next?" I said, and took the other two guys by the, hand, I put Willy, the shorter one in front of me, and pressed my boobs against his face. While he held me from the front, Alex danced in back of me, moving his cock up and down the back of my skirt.
I undid another button and pushed Willy's face into my tits, moving from left to right so his tongue slid across the rim of my bra. At the same time I wiggled my ass up and down on Alex's cock. With my hands I pulled Willy's hips right up to mine so I was getting dry-fucked on both sides. When they were both good and hot, I stepped out from between them. They went back to the couch, wondering what was going to happen next.
I started to do a strip-tease for them. First the blouse. I undid the last two buttons, and threw it on the floor, Now I was dancing in front of them in my black bra. Turning in a full circle, I reached behind me and unhooked the bra clasps. When I flung the bra off, my tits bobbled wildly.
"Oh, wow!" one of them said. I couldn't tell who it was because I was getting more excited with each passing second.
The music was getting wilder and wilder and I tried to keep up with it. With both hands on my knees, I did a shimmy so my tits were bouncing all over the place, and I had one hell of a mouth-watering audience. Next I grabbed a tit with each hand and lifted them up and out, letting my erect nipples poke through my fingers.
Then I danced around the room, stopping before each one of them and pushing my knockers into their mouths. From the looks on their faces they were all dazed by my act. And from the bulges in their jeans, I could tell they were my favorite kind of people.
Next I peeled out of my skirt and danced in just my bikini panties. I went over to Bob, who was leaning forward in his chair, and drew his face right up to my cunt. He nuzzled it with his mouth. Then I went over to the other side of the room. I sat on the couch on top of all three of them.
When I lay down, my legs were on Alex, my tits were in front of Willy, and my ass was on George. Willy came down and sucked my boobs. George lifted my hips up and down, pressing his cock into my ass. And Alex crept his hands up my thighs, then to my cunt. He peeled my panties down to my thighs and fingered my gash. I felt George's hands go underneath my ass to unbuckle his pants. He slid his pants down and his long bare hard-on rubbed against my ass.
Then I felt a breeze in front of my face. It was Bob, just wearing a shirt and dangling his prick in front of my face. I turned my head and with one hand pulled the tip of his cock into my mouth and began to suck.
The other guys got the message and took off their pants, too. I was surrounded by four pulsing, rigid cocks.
"This way, boys," I said, stood up, and went to the middle of the room again. My clit was throbbing like crazy with all these dangling pricks in front of me.
Since George had the longest cock, I chose him as the cushion. I made him lie down on the floor, then straddled him. Spreading my legs, I slowly sank down into a full split as his prick sank into my cunt. I felt the full length of his cock slip all the way into my hole, and clenched my cunt muscles around it. Then I made Bob stand in front of me, over George, and fastened my lips onto his cock. He slid his prick in and out of my mouth like a pro, pushing it all the way over my tongue and into my throat. His rod made a popping noise each time it slid out, each time I sucked it.
Alex and Willy stood on both sides of me. Each of my hands grabbed a prick and I jerked them off. All the while I was humping up and down on George's prick and sucking off Bob. Four pricks I had, all going at me at once. I really could have used an ass-fucking, but I didn't think they were ready for that yet. So I settled down and worked on their cocks as hard as I could.
George was arching his hips, lifting me off the ground, then pulling me down and pushing his cock deep into my cunt. Bob clasped his hands around my head. As he fucked my mouth, his balls banged against my chin. And both of my hands kept jerking off the other guys, while they each worked on my tits with their hands. My whole body flooded with roaring sensations from their throbbing cocks.
I started coming first, and kept coming, kept pounding my cunt on George's cock. Then I felt the warm jet of cum bunt into my pussy as his cock kept ramming me, spurt after spurt of jizz gushing out. I was having an orgasm every other second.
Then came the warm splash into my mouth and Bob rammed his cock all the way back, pouring his fuck-cream down my throat. So much that my whole mouth was filled and his cum dripped down my lips. Still he kept fucking my face really fast. I drooled and swallowed and sucked and the cum dripped down my chest.
This really got to Alex and Willy. I could feel the surge start in their cocks so I beat them off fast. From both sides they started coming, shooting their sticky wads all over me. Sperm landed on my tits, my face, and my stomach. I kept jerking, kept fucking, and kept sucking. And all four guys kept shooting their loads into me, and on me, and I came, and came, and came.
Finally when I was exhausted, we all slowed down and gasped. I swallowed the rest of the cum in my mouth and spread the warm sperm all over my tits with my hands. I climbed off George, and Bob took his cock Out of my mouth.
There were four worn-out pricks in the room and one well-fucked- pussy. I lay down and closed my eyes. This was easily the best fucking I'd had in a long time, better than anything I could ever have planned. If this was what it felt like to be blackmailed, then I was all for it.
But I. couldn't let them know that. It would spoil all the fun. I sighed and yawned like I was bored stiff.
"So, did you guys have fun?"-I said.
They were sheepish, and all of their faces were red. George spoke for all of them.
"You're one hell of a fuck, Laura," he said. "One hell of a fuck."
With that said, he tucked his prick back into his jeans. By the time they were all dressed, the cum had dried on me and my whole body was sticky. It was the best-smelling perfume in the world.
Now they were being real nervous, as if they just realized what they'd done to me. So they left right away, embarrassed. Except for Bob, who gave my tits a squeeze before he went.
"We'll see you around, Laura. I like the way you suck cock."
Then they were all gone, heading down the steps outside. They would be back, I knew. And I would be ready for them the next time.
I took a shower to wash away all the cum. The water made me feel wide awake so I watched TV for a while. Just like any other person in the city I got bored by the sexless newscasters as they howled out the bad news with smiling faces. I straightened up the apartment, really cleaning it good so it didn't lock like some hungry cunt just took on four horny teenagers.
When I went to bed, I kept replaying all the action in my mind. My hand went down between my legs and I rubbed my clit. I masturbated for a long time.