Fucing Russian Roulette

The Game's Origin

It started as a pact among nine friends--Lena, Sasha, Jade, Tara, Mia, Elise, Zara, Mei, and Kiona--bound by a shared hunger: they all craved motherhood, but none wanted the mess of relationships or the cold sterility of a clinic. Over wine-soaked nights, they devised a game they called "Fucking Russian Roulette," a twisted thrill where one man would fuck them all, and only one would get his seed, the chance of conception a delicious gamble. The rules were simple: they'd pick a guy together, seduce him into their den, and let him loose for hours--teasing, fucking, edging--until he'd choose one to fill, leaving the rest aching and empty. The winner carried the prize; the losers waited for the next round.

Their bodies were as diverse as their desires. Lena, a fair-skinned girl born in Russia, had long auburn hair cascading past her shoulders, a lithe frame with slender legs, small perky boobs, and a tight, pale ass. Sasha, boasted golden skin, blonde locks cut to her chin, muscular legs from years of dance, full breasts that jiggled with every move, and a round, firm ass. Jade, pale skinned girl had a shaved head that gleamed under light, lanky legs, flat boobs, and a bony but enticing ass. Tara, a freckled red head, flaunted a wild mane of copper curls, thick thighs, heavy boobs that swayed, and a plump, hairy ass., Petite Mia with rosy skin, had short black hair, dainty legs, small but shapely breasts, and a pert little ass.

Zara, a Black woman, was a vision of ebony strength--tall with powerful, sculpted legs, her jet-black braids falling to her waist, medium-sized boobs with dark nipples, and a high, muscular ass that begged to be grabbed. Mei was Chinese. She had porcelain skin, straight black hair to her hips, slim legs that tapered elegantly, modest boobs with a subtle curve, and a small, tight ass that glistened with sweat. Kiona carried a warm bronze complexion, her thick black hair in a single braid down her back, sturdy legs from outdoor life, large breasts that bounced, and a wide, toned ass that spoke of resilience.

They'd chosen men in wild ways before - plucking a bouncer from a club, luring a gym trainer after hours, even snagging a stranger from a late-night diner. Each time, they scouted as a pack, their criteria clear: stamina, raw masculinity, and a spark of danger. Marcus was their latest catch, spotted at a dive bar last week. He'd leaned against the counter, all broad shoulders and dark eyes, nursing a whiskey with a quiet intensity that made their pulses race. Lena had sidled up first, testing him with a flirty quip; Sasha followed, brushing his arm; Jade sealed it with a whispered invite. By night's end, he'd agreed, intrigued by their bold proposition, unaware of the marathon ahead. Tonight, in their basement lair, the game was on.

Round One: Doggy Style Tease

The air in the basement was thick with musk and tension, a concrete chamber lit only by a ring of flickering torches. The nine women knelt on all fours, arranged in a tight circle on a stained mattress, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and desire. Their asses were high, thighs parted, pussies dripping and swollen, each one a canvas of lust waiting to be painted. In the center stood Marcus, a hulking figure of raw power, his cock rigid and throbbing, veins pulsing along its thick length. His eyes burned with a predatory gleam as he surveyed his prey.

Marcus started with Lena, her pale ass quivering as he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He slammed his cock into her sopping cunt, the wet slap echoing as her walls clenched around him. For thirty seconds, he pounded her relentlessly, his balls smacking her clit, her moans rising into a desperate wail--then he pulled out, leaving her gasping, pussy twitching, unsatisfied. She collapsed forward, panting, as he moved to Sasha.

Sasha's golden ass gleamed as he speared her, his cock stretching her tight hole, her juices coating him as he thrust hard and fast. Her full breasts swayed, her cries sharp, but at thirty seconds, he withdrew, her cunt gaping and dripping, aching for more. One by one, he fucked them--Jade's shaved pussy squelching, Tara's hairy slit gripping him, Mia's pink folds spasming, Zara's ebony ass bouncing as he rammed her, Mei's porcelain cunt clutching him, Kiona's bronze thighs trembling--each left teetering on the edge, soaked and frustrated, as he circled for two relentless hours. Positions shifted: he bent them over, spread their legs wide, flipped them onto their backs, ramming into their cunts with brutal precision, never letting them cum.

Round Two: The Blowjob Circle

The women, dripping and wild-eyed, reformed the circle on their knees. Marcus stood in the center, cock glistening with their mingled juices. Lena went first, her lips wrapping around his swollen head, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the slit as precum oozed. She gagged as he fucked her throat for thirty seconds, then pulled out, leaving her drooling. Sasha's turn--her mouth engulfed him, cheeks hollowing as she slurped, spit dripping down her chin--then gone. Jade's tongue flicked his balls, Tara deep-throated him till she choked, Mia sucked his tip like a lollipop, Zara's full lips stretched around him, Mei's delicate mouth teased him, Kiona's strong tongue lapped him--each one ravenous but denied more than half a minute. For two hours, he rotated, their spit-soaked faces flushed, his cock harder than ever, untouched by release.

Round Three: Tongue on Fire

Now he knelt, the women splayed on their backs in the circle, legs spread wide, pussies bared and throbbing. He dove into Lena first, tongue lashing her clit, sucking the swollen nub as she bucked against his face. Her juices flooded his mouth for thirty seconds before he moved on, leaving her writhing. Sasha's cunt was next, his lips clamping her folds, tongue stabbing inside her slick hole--she screamed, but he stopped. Jade's bald pussy pulsed as he ate her, Tara's bush tickled his nose as he sucked, Mia's clit throbbed under his flicking tongue, Zara's dark folds glistened as he lapped, Mei's tight slit quivered, Kiona's bronze pussy pulsed--two hours of this, their bodies shaking, cunts drenched, none allowed to finish.

Final Round: Russian Roulette

The air was electric now, the women back on all fours, asses up, pussies raw and desperate. Marcus's cock was a loaded gun, balls heavy with two hours of pent-up seed. This was it - the whole point. He'd fuck them one by one, thirty seconds each, and in one, he'd unload, planting his cum deep, claiming her womb. The others wouldn't know until it was done.

He started with Lena, slamming into her soaked cunt, her walls sucking him as he growled, "You ready to take it?" Thirty seconds, no cum, he pulled out. Sasha next, her pussy gripping him like a vice, his thrusts savage--she begged, but he moved on. Jade's tight hole milked him, Tara's hairy slit slurped him, Mia's pink pussy clenched, Zara's ebony cunt pulsed, Mei's porcelain folds gripped, Kiona's bronze ass shook--he fucked them all, round after round, their cries blending into a feral symphony. Two hours stretched on, his stamina inhuman, their bodies trembling, cunts gaping, waiting for the shot.

Then, on the ninth - Elise, her dark eyes locked on his, ass high, pussy dripping--he felt it. He roared, slamming balls-deep, his cock erupting. Thick ropes of cum blasted into her, flooding her womb, her walls spasming as he pumped every drop. She screamed, body shaking, as he held her there, claiming her. The others froze, realizing it was done--one impregnated, the rest left empty, the roulette's bullet spent.

The Aftermath: Bathing and Farewell

Marcus pulled out, cum oozing from Elise's swollen cunt as she collapsed, breathless. The eight losers--still aching, their pussies throbbing with unspent need--rose, guiding Marcus toward the adjacent room where a steaming jacuzzi bubbled under soft lights. Elise stayed behind, propping herself on a pile of cushions, legs raised high, thighs clamped shut to trap every drop of his seed inside her. For an hour, she'd wait, ensuring conception, her body trembling with the weight of her victory.

In the jacuzzi, the water swirled hot around Marcus as the eight surrounded him, their hands roaming his chest, thighs, and cock. Lena soaped his broad shoulders, Sasha lathered his legs, fingers teasing his balls, coaxing his dick back to life. Jade straddled him first, sinking onto his re-hardening cock, her cunt slick as he fucked her slow and deep, water splashing with each thrust. He lifted her off, unsatisfied, and Tara climbed on, riding him hard, her hairy pussy grinding as he gripped her hips. One by one, he fucked them--Mia's tight grip, Zara's ebony ass bouncing, Mei's porcelain cunt clutching, Kiona's bronze thighs trembling, Sasha's wild bucks--each for a few minutes, their moans echoing, bodies slick with water and lust. After an hour, he stood, water cascading off his muscled frame, cock throbbing. The women knelt in the bubbling water, mouths open wide, tongues out, eyes gleaming. He stroked himself fast, grunting as his balls tightened, aiming for their mouths. With a guttural roar, he came, thick streams of cum spurting across their faces--Lena caught some on her tongue, Sasha's lips glistened with it, Jade and Tara tilted back as it splattered their cheeks, Mia licked a rope from her chin, Zara's dark skin shone with it, Mei's pale face dripped, Kiona's bronze glow streaked--the eight lapped at the air, savoring what they could as it dripped into the water.

Sated, Marcus stepped out, dripping and smirking. The women rose, drying him off with tender strokes, then gathered their panties from the floor--Lena's red lace, Sasha's black satin, Jade's pink thong, Tara's white cotton, Mia's purple silk, Zara's green lace, Mei's blue silk, Kiona's tan cotton--each damp with their arousal. "A little something to remember us by," Lena purred, pressing the bundle into his hands with a kiss on his cheek. "Don't come back," Sasha added with a wink, shutting the door behind him. He vanished into the night, clutching their scented trophies, a shadow never to cross their threshold again.

They turned to Elise, still reclining, legs up, a faint smile on her lips. The women approached, their hunger shifting. Lena knelt first, licking Elise's inner thigh, tasting the sweat and faint musk. Sasha's tongue traced higher, lapping at the cum seeping from Elise's pussy, thick and salty. Jade sucked her clit, Tara probed her folds, Mia kissed her trembling belly, Zara's full lips grazed her, Mei's delicate tongue teased, Kiona's strong mouth pressed--their mouths worshipped her, savoring the prize they'd lost. Elise moaned, body arching, as they cleaned her with slow, sensual licks, cum and juices mingling on their tongues.

At last, they moved to the shower, water cascading over their slick bodies. They pressed together, hands sliding over breasts, asses, and cunts, soap suds trailing down their curves. Lena pinned Sasha against the tiles, fingers plunging into her, while Jade and Tara kissed, tongues tangling, water streaming over their locked lips. Mia knelt, eating Zara's pussy as Mei and Kiona caressed each other, their gasps echoing in the tiled sanctum--a final, erotic dance of the defeated, bound by their shared lust and the night's wild game.