Zack put his umpteenth cigarette in the ashtray, saying 'finally'. He descended his trousers, showing an amazing pair of big balls, and roughly opened my legs and penetrated me with that fat short cock of his. I knew this was bound to happen, but he could at least have asked first. Yannick was consoling me, sliding his fingers through my hair, kissing my cheeks, and saying what a brave girl I was. Zack came even quicker than Yannick, but his load was impressive, with sperm leaking out of my vagina and making a huge stain on the couch.
I became the centre of the action. Anne and Xavier came to me, hand in hand, naked as Adam and Eve, or John and Yoko. Xavier's dick was defying all laws of gravity. He had a nice one as well. I had heard some stories from Anne about his performance, and I couldn't wait to see him in action.
Anne kissed my breasts, encouraging me while her fiancé made love to me. She gave herself to Zack. I'm convinced they had met before. She seemed to enjoy him and was loudly declaring it. He probably was much better during his second round.
It was very cool to have two men take care of me. Xavier and Yannick were a good team, and I enjoyed every second of it.
It didn't end there. I was turned around. I was kneeling on the floor with my head on the couch. The men played a game of choo-choo train, penetrating me for a minute and then passing the relay to another bloke. Anne was beside me, in the same position, and she was having the same treatment. We held hands, and I saw her smile. We kissed on the mouth while the men were having fun. I had fun as well, trying to guess who was inside me. Zack's dick was immediately recognisable, but the two other guys had more or less the same size. I was in a state of continuous arousal and every thrust gave me an orgasmic wave.
The men didn't last forever, and a dildo magically appeared. But it was too late, and the orgy died a silent death. I made myself comfortable on the couch and immediately fell asleep.
It was past 10 when I woke up. I was still lying on the couch, totally naked. My head banged to a techno beat that easily could've turned into a club hit. Anne, Xavier, and Yannick sat at the table, drinking coffee after breakfast. Zack was nowhere to be seen.
The three were looking and smiling at me when I tried to get up. Yannick put a blanket around me, and I accepted a cup of coffee. Anne asked me if I didn't want to take a shower, and Yannick was so sweet to accompany me to the bathroom. It led to some sweet moments because I have to admit, I was developing a crush on him. He very gently washed every part of my body, giving little kisses without a sexual connotation, or so it seemed. His body was so beautiful, and his touch was so gentle, that I melted for him there and then. Sitting on my knees, with warm water splashing over me, was sensational. My love for shower sex may have found its origins there and then.
For about five weeks, Yannick and I were an item, and I was already fantasising about a future with many milk-chocolate children. But some things weren't right. He constantly asked for money that he never paid back. Then, one night, there was a visitor at his place. All I had to do was to give his dealer a good time to pay for his debts. Yannick had it perfectly under control, he said. I sensed they were sending bad vibes. I refused to cooperate, and he got into this terrible fit. I remembered the horror stories from the Bahnhof Zoo movie we had seen at school. I ran away, and our relationship ended then and there.
Back at university, Bea didn't join us for dinner; the (failed) attempt to get her all nude and join an orgy had angered her. I still frequented her, having dinner with Bea one day and with Anne the next. She listened with wide-open eyes when I told her what had happened. I'm pretty sure she regretted, down deep inside, that she had left. You can take the girl out of the bible belt, but not the bible belt out of the girl. I pretended I could, but it demanded alcohol and pills to get rid of the shadow of sin.
Bea's criticism made me think as well about the event. It could not be denied that Anne had invited us for a bacchanal and not, as she had said, for a simple spaghetti dinner amongst friends. She wasn't informed beforehand that our drinks would be spiked, but she didn't try to stop it or warn us when she found out. Yannick told me that the vodka had been Zack's idea to, and I quote: "get our legs open." No condoms had been used, although I had asked for them. I did have an STD test at the student's medical facility though, just to be sure. I was more or less a regular customer over there.
Years later, I found out that a picture of that night was published on one of these shady nude girlfriend sites. I still suspect Zack. He was a pig, but one with big balls.
About a month and a half after the events, I got a phone call from Xavier. He had heard about the break-up with Yannick and wanted to morally support me. Yeah, right. He invited me to his place on the day Anne, Bea and I had lectures all day long. The supportive talk didn't take long as his hand kept climbing higher and higher on my leg. He kissed me, and three hours later, we said goodbye. I must say I had a very good time, and so did he, I presume. He was a very good lover, and I understood why Anne was so happy with him.
The next day, Anne saw me, wondering where I had been.
"Oh, didn't he tell you?" I said joyfully, "I was fucking Xavier." I tried to hide the sarcasm in my voice: "Hope you don't mind." Anne acted normally, but I saw the look on her face. Revenge can be sweet sometimes. But then I wondered, was this revenge?
