You're laying on your stomach at first.
You can hear the footsteps of men enter the room; you're not sure how many there are. You can feel them approach silently, wordlessly. They walk around you. Their eyes are locked on your naked body, soaking in every curve, every crevice. Your anticipation builds as you hear them mill about. They have surrounded you, getting closer. You can feel their want, their hunger, their need to take you. You can hardly wait.
Still on your stomach, you part your thighs a little. You are wet, glistening. One of the strangers – behind you, you think – lets out a small groan of desire. A waft of cool air slips down your ass and caresses the hot, wet flesh. You can smell yourself. The men around you are breathing heavily. The one behind you is panting.
Suddenly, a touch. A hand slides up your leg, following the contours of your thigh. The touch of his skin, a little rough, glides along the back of your leg, twisting, turning in as it slides toward your pussy. Goosebumps follow his hand, and you want him to touch you there soo much. You want so much more than a touch. The tease is almost unbearable.
And then his thumb is against the crease of your ass and thigh, and the back of his hand brushes against your swollen, wet lips. Your hips buck involuntarily, and it is your turn to gasp. The stranger behind you chuckles. You push back against him, but his hands have slipped past to stroke your ass. You can feel cool streaks of your moisture begin to evaporate where he has pulled it over the elegant curve of your buttocks.
And now the others have begun. One reaches for your hand, pulls it toward him, and suddenly you are holding a cock. A wonderfully hot, pulsing cock. You marvel once again of that mixture of hard and soft – the yielding softness of the skin over the iron stiffness of blood engorged. You slide your hand over the shaft, over the ridge, and caress the head. You can feel his precum. You purr.
Another is teasing your face. You can feel his cock brushing softly against your cheek, your mouth, your neck. You strain slightly, mouth open, need to feel its hardness in your mouth. But the man is fast, and cruel, and he only lets it slide along your lips. You can smell his musk. He slaps the head against your forehead. You can feel the weight, it's solidness. You want it, need it badly. You whimper.
The one on your left has taken your hand of his penis, and is now kissing, licking, stroking his way along your arm. Now he raises your hand to his mouth, and slips a finger into his wet mouth, and then other. Another, on your right, is stroking your back, the small of your waist, your ear. He leans in blows hotly there, licking around and behind your ear. His hands slip under your armpit, and then lower. Rough hands against rock hard nipples. It feels good, and you think about rolling over.
But the man behind you has full control. You can feel his sandpapery skin, fingernails against the backs of your thighs, your knees. He is pulling away! And again you buck, push yourself back. But then you feel his hot breath, he hands pushing your legs further apart, and you know he is kneeling between your legs.
You are fully exposed, your slick pussy dripping. You can feel his eyes, his breath, against your moisture. He is drinking you in. He loves your cunt, and the small wrinkled bud just behind it. With both hands, he grabs your buttocks, pulls your cheeks apart. You feel so exposed! And then suddenly, his hot, wet tongue is sliding against the curve of your cheek as he holds you open. Another involuntary buck, and then he is biting gently against the sensitive flesh there. You groan. The tension is unbearable, is wonderful. You are gaping, dripping, squirming. You need him badly. "Do it," you growl from the back of your throat. They are the first words anyone has said.
"Do it," you growl from the back of your throat. The stranger in front seizes the moment, and slips himself into your mouth. He fills your mouth, dripping with precum. Your tongue swirls around the head, drawing him in further. You taste him – warm, salty, filling. There is more of that to come. Still blindfolded, you can feel him on the balls of his feet, leaning down and into your mouth. You suck, you lick; you feel him buck forward and up. You own him now. He is trembling, beginning to slowly pump his cock in and out of your mouth. He grabs handfuls of your hair to steady himself. His urgency is building; he seem to swell in your mouth. His pubic hair tickles your nose as you bring him in fully; gagging slightly when his cock rubs the back of your throat. Your mouth, his penis. They make a slick, wet, sliding sound as it moves in and out.
The man on your right has slipped his arm further under your chest. He strokes, flicks, lightly twists your nipples. They are engorged, still, and sore. His touch is electric. One hand caressing the curves of your back and sides, the other teasing the soft flesh of your breasts, now more roughly over the areola, and then his thumb and forefinger compressing a nipple. He too, seems to be trembling, until you realize he is stroking himself. Now you can feel his hardness bump against the side of your ass. He is wet, too, stimulated by your naked, compliant form.
The stranger on your left has let your fingers slip from his mouth; now you are moving in across his chest. You feel hard lines of muscle; the harder flesh of nipples. A tuft of hair at the center, and then more ridges as you slip down his abdomen. More hair – dense, wire-like, musky, and you are holding his cock again. A tactile vision; he is handsome, muscular, and strong. Your body, your touch has aroused him to the point of madness; your submission has overcome him, too. You stroke his penis, and feel him thrust against palm and fingers. He is near, as well.
Your body stiffens, arches suddenly, and you gasp around the cock thrusting in your mouth. The one behind you has been licking the backs of your legs, your ass checks, that tender flesh just inside the curve. But now he has lowered his mouth to the gaping wetness that is your pussy. He licks luxuriously along your slit, tasting you from top to bottom. The tip swipes along the tight crinkle of your anus; your body jumps and quivers. Now the tongue is back for a more careful, sensuous exploration of that forbidden area. His tongue draws your moisture up, adds its own, and swirls around the sensitive flesh. He tightens the tip, and exerts more pressure, deliciously against the opening. You tense at first, and then yield, and he explores deeper.
A brief pause of no contact, and then something harder than a tongue is nestled there. His cock? No wait, it's his nose, and he has buried his mouth and tongue in your sopping cunt. Now he is fully engaged, rolling your labia, sucking them into his mouth. His lips pull against yours; he nibbles lightly on the musky flesh. His tongue is darting inside you; nothing is safe from its probing delicate hotness. He penetrates it deep into your velvet grasp, and then once, twice it flicks against your clit. Now it is circling that center of pleasure, quickening the pace, accelerating your need.
It does not take long for you to cum, and it crashes over you like a wave. Your hips buck, you writhe, moan. The stranger merely clamps his hands against your waist, and locks his mouth against you. He rides your spasmodic, jerking release, his tongue still twirling, mouth still sucking. You can feel his mouth tight against your pussy, swallowing your juices, swallowing you. It is a powerful orgasm that does not precisely end. There is a peak of pleasure that is overwhelming, but you relax only slightly to a renewed plateau. Your body is on fire; a raw nerve, and you know there is more to come.
