This must be some kind of weird dream, I thought to myself. In front of me a row of four men's asses, naked. I am also naked and holding in my hands a paintball gun. And there is a small leak from my pussy, gently travelling down my inner right thigh.
Maybe to start somewhat earlier.
Let's say an hour earlier...
As the second guy, Jon, steps between my legs, sprays of Robert's sperm cooling all over my abdomen, I think to myself that I should try to enjoy it. I'm a married woman now and probably will not have a chance to pull a train soon.
Not that I used to do it often before or intended to do it now. I just made a stupid comment to my friends who started doing paintball seriously a few months ago, something on the line of "I could beat four of you in my panties." You know, being silver medal sharpshooter in my state for six years running.
I considered paintball not an actual sport, and people who did it seriously I always looked at from above.
Well, now I was looking at them from below. I was lying on my back on a wide bench covered with a camouflage tarp behind the shack in the woods where they kept their paintball gear, completely naked, my butt at the edge, legs dangling down, not quite reaching the ground. The guys were also naked as per the terms of our bet: I go in panties and bra, and they go naked, first shot is a win. To the winner goes "whatever you want", showing how proud I am.
I told them in advance what I would want: a weekend with Hugh, my husband since two weeks, somewhere quiet and romantic, all paid up by them. The wedding was expensive and we decided to skip honeymoon until we saved for it, so a nice intimate weekend would be great.
However, it turned out I was having to fulfil my part: to have sex with all of them. And this is what was happening.
Jon was in a steady rhythm, my pussy already lubricated from the stimulation Robert provided. He was nice and gave me some oral before he started, as he knew I liked that. I was dating Robert for a lazy summer two years ago. We got along well, but we wanted different things, so we split up. He wanted to party with his friends, and I wanted a baby. So I married the first guy I met who also said he wanted one. Unfortunately, there was a danger I could now get it from one of them instead of from Hugh, so the only way I agreed to fuck them was if they promised to take it out before they came. And Robert did. Instead of in me, he came on me - all over my boobs and stomach, which he knew was a small fetish of my submissive side. He really was always quite nice.
Jon I didn't know that well, he didn't go to our high school, but he knew how to fuck. Each of his pushes ended with a slight upwards nudge, bringing my clit in firm contact with his pubic bone, grinding just for a second before he pulled back again. I was starting to feel tingly down below, despite - or maybe because of - the humiliation of losing the bet and the dirty feeling of cheating on my husband. The sperm all over my chest was just an icing on the cake - pun intended. I rationalized it wasn't really cheating if I didn't plan it or expected it to happen, wasn't it?
But it did feel good and when Jon pulled out of me and milked his cock to add the dripping deposit directly into my belly button, I felt an additional touch of arousing humiliation as well as a pang of regret. Then Ted stepped up.
Ted I also knew well from high school, but we never got far as I dumped him after just a few dates. He was not obnoxious, but had really bad body hygiene which, coupled with the facts that he was a little overweight (then, now fat), very hairy (hairs sticking out on top of his shirt were always scary, and he started shaving a year before anyone else our age) and sweating a lot (during summer he mostly looked like he just got out of the pool) was really off-putting. And he didn't improve on any of those. However, a deal is a deal. I rolled my eyes a little, which he didn't miss, and raised my heels on the edge of the bench to avoid him stretching me with his bulk. He anyway pressed my knees to the side uncomfortably, lowering his hairy belly on mine. Then, looking me in the eyes and saying "I was waiting for this since forever, princess", he put his penis into my very lubricated pussy and started to gently rock on top of me.
It felt like a thick, coarse brush was rubbing the sperm spent there into my stomach. It felt nauseating as his body odour enveloped me. It felt humiliating as he was the one who shot me, lying fully covered in dry leaves until I went past him and allowed him a clear shot at my ass cheek. It hurt. My ass still stung as part of his weight was pushing on me and pressing it into the bench, and my boobs shot small bolts of pain as he pawed them, pinching the nipples a little too strongly.
But I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing to me. I held to the top of the bench with both of my arms, kept my mouth shut tightly and looked at him with my best icy expression. Or at least the best you can do while your pussy is producing copious amounts of lubricant, showing how aroused you really are. As I was.
