Bang Gang

Jimmy grabbed at my tits, squeezed them hard, and little Petey surprised me by grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, slapping his dick against my lips.

I let him ease his cock down my throat, taking him deeper with every dirty fucking bounce.

Buck pushed my fingers from my clit and his took their place. He pinched the tender little nub between his thumb and forefinger, and rolled it until I squealed, thrashing about as I reached the peak for the second time.

Please. Yes. Oh yes!

Darren’s palm moved slowly, up and down the bulge in his jeans. His eyes were fixed between my legs, at Jimmy’s cock stretching me open, at Buck’s rough fingers working my clit. Buck lifted me from Jimmy’s lap the second I was finished, no regard for Jimmy’s frantic thrusts as he rushed towards the finish line.

He reclined against the arm of the sofa and pulled me down onto him, my tits pressing into the fabric underneath. His cock thumped against the back of my throat and I retched, gagging harder at the shock of another cock spearing me from behind.

Petey. I could hear his grunts.

My pussy was swollen and so fucking raw, stretched by more dick than I’d taken in my life. Petey reached around my thighs to flick at my clit, and it was enough to stoke the fire, lacking finesse enough to drive me to orgasm. That didn’t matter, though.

My tummy was a floaty mess of endorphins and lust, my inhibitions all spent.

Petey didn’t last long. He pulled out of me to come, but barely made it. I heard the wet slap of his dick in his hand, his grunts as he came right above me.

I caught my breath, pushed my fingers inside my pussy to find it puffy and slick.

My stomach lurched as Buck took the next position.

He rolled on a rubber as I watched him, and his cock looked bigger than ever.

He rolled me onto my side and lifted my leg. Deep. This is going to be fucking deep.

I was ready for it. I rubbed at my clit and held my breath, feeling the stretch as Buck’s massive cock pressed up against my slit.

Do it! Fucking do it!

But Buck didn’t do it. Buck stayed statue still.

I looked around at the other guys, dicks still hard and ready to go again, but they weren’t making any moves, weren’t attempting to come in for seconds.

I might have been offended if I hadn’t seen the want in their eyes. It made me feel so tingly – tingly and dirty all at once – being wanted by so many.

And they did want me. I could see it. I could feel it.

My mouth dropped open as Darren got to his feet.

My stomach did this pitiful lurch as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

He dropped his jeans and his dick was hard, glistening at the tip.

Hugh handed him a packet, and he had the rubber on before he’d even reached me. Buck moved aside in a beat, I barely felt him go.

There was only Darren. His eyes were fierce and they stalked me, his jaw tight and twitching with that little tick he gets when he’s really angry.

He was angry.

He flipped me onto my back, yanked my stockings down until the suspenders pinged loose. He tugged down my suspender belt and my slutty knickers with them, tossed it all aside and practically ripped off my bra.

I was nervous. Really fucking nervous.

Hornier than I’d ever been in my whole fucking life but nervous.

He gripped my jaw in his hand, held me firm, eyes burning mine. I didn’t even try and struggle, didn’t want to go anywhere.

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Please, Darren, kiss me.”

He dropped his body to mine, his face in my face, his chest to my chest.

“Please, Darren…”

He was so angry. His eyes flashed with hurt.

Jealousy.

Was he jealous?

Fuck.

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking fuck.

Surely not?

There’s just no way…

His mouth was savage when it met mine, his tongue on a mission to wrestle me into submission. I took it. I wanted it.

He kept his grip on my chin as he rammed his cock inside, and I let out a yelp, gripped him tight with my legs.

It was such a beautiful fuck. Deep and angry and full of sorrow.

I felt sad. I felt so fucking sad I could hardly breathe, and there was liberation there. There was bliss there.

“Take me,” I whispered. “Please, take me…” He breathed against my mouth, hard and deep, his forehead pressed to mine. “All of me…” I said. “Please…” I held his face, and he let go of my jaw.

I felt the urge to cry. Crazy, unhinged tears.

I felt free.

Absolutely totally free.

“You’re the only one…” I whispered. “The only one who’s ever… been there…”

He stopped. His eyes softened. Just enough.

“Do it,” I said. “The maybe just became a yes. It’s a big yes, Darren. Please…”