The Eleventh Man

1. When I first moved in, I thought Mo and her boyfriend had a rigorous sex life. Our bedrooms shared a wall, and sometime after 9pm, the jingling of the bed began. Mo had a pleasantly low voice for a young woman, and she was not afraid to direct her boyfriend during sex.

"Stick that big cock in me you bastard," she taunted, as the banging got louder and louder. "You're too quiet, talk dirty to me. Tell me what a slut I am!" The man began to scream, but he didn't speak. She had to cajole him more.

"Fuck this cunt," she taunted. "Fuck it hard like the last prick inside this pussy!" With that comment her boyfriend found his voice.

"You slut, take my come," and there was a crescendo of cursing, swearing and mutual objectification. They rested a bit, and then started again. In those first few days of living in Mo's apartment, I thought it was right to reach the conclusion that Mo had a very vibrant sex life.

A few nights later it started again. It seemed Mo was on her knees and holding our shared wall, as her moaning and taunting was very close to my head. He was taking her from behind. She was feeding her boyfriend dirty images.

"The other guy fucked me like a quiff," she hissed. "Fuck me harder than him, smack my ass!" I then heard a crescendo of smacks, and Mo was moaning and screaming.

"You whore," a male voice stated firmly and deeply. "You like nothing better than cocks in your pussy. When did this whore hole have another prick in it? Last night?" On hearing that question, Mo screamed. The image of taking on many men was turning her on. I then realized, suddenly, that the voice was different. It was another man. Her boyfriend from the other night was not a boyfriend at all.

2. I was up against the ropes when I saw Mo's ad for a room. I had just gotten a new job, but I had no place to stay in the city. The housing market was tight, so when Mo opened the door, she was like a breath of fresh air.

She was long and thin, but also shapely in the way of slight women. She was dressed in yoga pants and a big tee shirt. As I followed her through the apartment for the tour, my eyes kept appraising her. Her ass was slight but shapely. Her legs were long and well formed. She had her long brown hair piled up on her head, revealing a pale, gorgeous neck.

She was quite a young woman, so in the days that followed, hearing her having raucous sex was not surprising. Any man would like to fuck her. I just did not realize, at first, how many men were bedding her!

"I'm so glad that you're moving in," she told me on that first day. She hugged me. Her body felt warm and inviting. "I'm kind of old fashioned, I like to have a man around the house. It makes me feel safe." She winked at me! I would soon realize that she had many men around the house.

At first I thought nothing about Mo's supercharged sex life. I was in favor of it, if that mattered even in the slightest. She was young, healthy, single, and as men were attracted to her, then she should go where her desires took her. I was also nailed down by my new job, and although I had a raging erection as I listened to Mo tussle with her lovers, I fell asleep before I could even touch my dick. But one night that all changed. And after that night, my relationship with Mo changed, taking a dark and dangerous turn.

I had lived with Mo for two weeks, and I had calculated she had at least five different men in her room already. There were always muffled moans, dirty talk, slapping, and hard and fast sex. She was the instigator. The sex was her show.

This night was different. It started off more or less normally. There was silence, and then the jingle of the bed. I heard Mo's distinctive moaning and groaning, but no male voice. Then I heard this:

"Choke her with your cock!" in a low, menacing tone. I heard grunting. Then I heard another male voice: "Fuck her, fuck her hard."

There were two male and one female in that room, grunting and groaning. Mo was in a threesome. I sat up in bed. My cock was never harder. One guy was fucking her cunt, and the other was fucking her mouth. These two needed no instruction in dirty talk. They kept up a running commentary as they fucked her.

"You've got one more minute in that cunt," the man fucking her mouth growled. "Then I want that pussy."

"Deal," the man fucking her cunt exclaimed. "You need to try this bitches' pussy, it's so damn tight."

After less than a minute, there was jostling around. I heard Mo breathing very loudly. They were changing positions. Her mouth was temporarily empty of a cock. For a terrible moment I thought they were forcing themselves on her. I had no idea where she got her men. Did these two force her into this?

Then the groaning and grunting returned, and it was getting faster. One of the men started to get very vocal.

"Damn it, coming in the bitch's cunt," he screamed. "Coming deep in her," and he let out a frightening scream. He grunted and groaned to his orgasm and then stopped.

"Get off the whore," the other guy ordered. "I want sloppy seconds." There was movement, then the bed was jangling wildly.

"Coming in your creamy pussy, whore," the other man hissed. "Take the load!" Then Mo howled, and I heard her for the first time.

"Do it," she screamed. "Add a load to my cunt!" and I breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted this sex. She had arranged it. The man began to come. He repeated a string of labored "Fucking pussy, fucking pussy..." and then stopped. I was right behind him. I imagined that I would be the third man to shoot a load in Mo's cunt. Covered in my own semen, I realized I was in her orbit. I was yet another man who wanted to fuck her.

3. They fucked her again two nights later. It was a more confusing arrangement. I think one was named Butch, and the other Cassidy, but it was hard to keep track. I was actively whacking off, the third man in their foursome, and could not latch onto details. There were a lot of verbal whores, pussys, and cocks. They threatened each other with their genitals:

"Take my cock, you used up pussy!"

"My cunt is gonna pull off your cock!"

"Gag on my cock, you cheap whore!"

"Smack the slut's tits! Smack her little ass!"

At one point, Butch and Cassidy appeared to be double penetrating Mo's pussy. She was moaning that she was stuffed to the brim. She couldn't take it anymore. But they admonished her.

"Whores get stuffed, take it! Let's come in the slut"

At the vision of them coming in her pussy at the same time, sandwiched in her slit, I lost my mind. I came and nearly pissed myself at the same time. I woke up and called in sick.

When I emerged from the room, Mo was gone. I did not know what she did for a living, but it took her away from the apartment for a week or two. I had come to rely on her nightime games, but my body needed a break.

4. The next Tuesday I returned from work and she was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. She looked at me with wordless concern as I dropped my work things on the couch. I stood before her; she seemed like she wanted to talk.

"Please sit," she said gently. I hardly ever heard her, except through the wall - and saying foul, amazing things, at that. She had a deep voice for a small woman. I had conjured her as bare, moist, perky tits, and an upturned ass, red from spanking. I had forgotten how gorgeous she was; green eyes, symmetrical features, full, pouting lips. I was horny as hell. She looked at me quizzically.

"I'd like to talk," she said. I nodded. "I owe you an apology..." I waved my hand, as if to bat it away. "No, I do. It was not fair to have you live here and not hear about my, well, lifestyle. I should have been honest with you."

"This is your place, Mo," I answered, smiling. "You can do what you want. We are grownups here." On hearing this, she sighed. I tried not to look at the shape of her legs, her hips, her waist, and the triangle between her legs. In two months, so many men had sucked, fucked, and fingered those areas. And in pale colored yoga pants, she looked all but naked. My dick was getting very hard. I shifted like a school boy. There was no longer a piece of sheetrock between us. I tried to concentrate on being normal.

"Let's go out to dinner tonight," she asked, smiling brightly. "My treat. Do you like Thai food? I know a great place." At that moment I realized I couldn't say no to Mo. I was halfway on her bed already. We both changed and had dinner.

5. Dinner was amazing. She was an engaging person, and I was able to forget about her night time habits and meet her on a new plane. We told each other our stories. She was bathed in the soft light of all truely attractive women.

I began to feel at least three separate ways towards this young woman. Her softness moved me, and I wanted to help her with her struggles, even if it did not benefit me. Was I falling in love with her? I wanted to get to know her more. I was feeling attracted to her, divorced from all the sex she had with men inches from my head. But another part of me wanted to be one of those men: to treat her like a slut who must take my come whether she wants it or not.

She only made one allusion to her sex life during dinner.

"I like to have a man in my house that I'm not involved with," she said simply. "I find it grounds me. Do you think that's odd?" I thought it odd, but I said no.

"I've done this before," she whispered. I asked her what. "Had a male roommate. But they never last."

"Have they lasted longer than me?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No, you are here now for nearly three months," she answered. She reached out to squeeze my hand. "You're made of something special. I take it you don't have a woman in your life?" she asked. I told her no. She nodded. We moved to other topics.

I fell asleep feeling accomplished. I had laid groundwork with Mo. Friend, lover or wife - whatever happened, tonight was the start. I fell asleep flushed and happy. I woke up sad and disoriented. She had let a man into the house. I heard them fumbling around. She was moaning.

"Stick it in my cunt!" she hissed. "Feel how wet you make me! Pound me with that fat cock," and then the bed reached a near crescendo of jingling. The guy was gathering a head of steam. Mo was guiding him.

"Squeeze my tits," she demanded. "Smack them! Smack them harder, Jake!" The guy stopped fucking.

"My name is Brad," he told her, and began fucking her again, with more vigor.

I felt I would die. My name is Jake.

6. The next few weeks were a blur. Mo and I grew closer. We went out for drinks, for dinner, and for walks. We began to hold hands. I felt she wanted me to kiss her - but something was holding me back. What was it? Oh, yes! It was that each night a man would come, and fuck the shit out of her. One night, after we huddled over drinks, she had two men at once, and it sounded as if one took her in the ass while the other took her in the cunt.

"Damn it," one man hissed to the other. "I feel your cock inside this bitch. I feel your cock in her pussy from her ass." So yes, she was doing that. Anal/vaginal DP.

The next day, an old friend named Scott met me for drinks at the pub down the street. When I met him he was laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked him, needing a joke badly.

"Oh, I know this crazy guy named Clark, and he's going to a gangbang on this block in two days!"

"What?" I asked, incredulous. "How do you know that?"

"I love Clark's stories," he answered, shaking his head. "He's into the gangbang scene. He actually organizes them. Likes fucking chicks after other guys have come in them. Whatever! Some girl named Maureen asked him to organize her first gangbang. I remember the street he mentioned because it was a weird name: Goldstar Avenue. Where this bar is... do you live around here?"

I felt the floor give way beneath me, and then just as quickly, I was upright. I finally had a plan.

7. I told Mo that I had an unexpected business trip the next day. She looked at me in an uneasy way. Or perhaps she was pleased I was leaving for the night. She had planned a gangbang, but did not account for my presence or lack of presence. But she looked at me deeply. Did she realize we would soon be closer than ever before?

Scott had informed me what I needed for the gangbang. I bought one of those mesh masks that fits over the entire face and neck. It was creepy, but with ten men on deck to fuck her, one after the other, I hoped that overmasking would be excused.

I was so nervous that I arrived late to my own apartment for the gangbang. Scott told me the men would be wearing masks, and would have tee shirts, sweat pants, and nothing beneath them. This would be a classic gangbang. A High School Gangbang. Whatever that meant. I would soon find out.

The door to the apartment was open. I put on my mask and walked in. A line of nine naked men were in front of me; the line ended at Mo's bedroom. They were all sizes and shapes. Fat, short, tall, muscular. Small cocked, middled cocked, and large cocked. Most were hard, or working at getting hard. The atmosphere had firm intent, but was jovial. Everyone but me and Mo had done this before.

I could see the lower half of Mo's body on the bed in the dim light of her bedroom. Her legs were spread. She was playing with her slit, getting wet and ready. One man was walking back and forth along the line. Clark, I presumed, barking out instructions.

"Remember, this is a classic High School style gangbang. This is the lady's first, so let's give her a good experience so we can expand her repertoire. She is a Nympho who is trying to shift to Gangbang Queen. Just so we are all on the same page, High School means only one man on the bed and in the pussy at a time. The door stays open, except for the last man, me, as I will do the cleanup, and looking at the lot of you, it will be messy." There was laughter.

"Let's keep it simple but give her a good time. She wants it to be strictly missionary. She likes rough language. She is going to talk up a storm - I've heard about this one - so feel free to throw in what's on your mind. She doesn't mind slaps on the tits and ass. No face. No marks. You guys get the picture. So without further ado, the High School Gangbang," and the men applauded. Then he saw me: naked, the eleventh man.

"Hold on, we have an extra man," he strode up to me. His cock was big and hard, but mine was bigger and harder. He looked at me and at my prick.

"What's the story, donkey dick," he asked sharply. "I took attendance and everyone was present. Now you walk in off the street." I had my excuse ready. The app used for gangbangs sometimes used an algorithm that overbooked. I read about it online and program such apps for my new job. I used a lot of technical language. Still, he looked at me from his Mickey Mouse mask skeptically.

"Well," he said, softening somewhat (his stance, not his cock). "Let's ask the little lady. It's her gangbang. She might like the equipment." He led me to Mo's room. She sat up and listened to what he said. I saw her naked for the first time. I was unprepared for her astonishing beauty. I felt my knees weaken. She looked at me, and my cock, and me and my cock again, and she paused, and nodded.

"You're in luck Eleven," Clark patted my shoulder. "She likes the measurements. But you are deadlast. You'll clean this shit up!" And he made lapping gestures like a dog at a bowl.

All the men laughed. It was time to start. I took my position last. We were in a long line, but could all see directly to the bed. The first man was fat, with a cock more thick than long. He wore a Batman mask. He would test her out, I soon realized, and see if her description of her kinks were accurate. He fell on her quickly and pinned her to the bed. He tried to enter her but was aiming in the wrong spot. He had more enthusiasm than motor skill.

"Get that cock in your snatch," he ordered. "I get to pound this pussy first and dammit I'm gonna do it whether you want it or not," and she guided him in. He laid her out flat. He was moving fast and heavy. She screamed, as if trying to get air, and she raised her legs high to give him a wide open snatch.

"Pound the cunt, pound it!" she taunted him. He got excited. He raised himself up as much as he could, and squeezed her little tits very hard.

"Whore," he spat. "Take this load in your little pussy. Gangbang slut," he began to come. It was a strong orgasm. We could see him raise her up on the bed, her ass high, her pussy lips straining to accommodate his girth.

"Hot come in my pussy," Mo screamed. He lay on her for a moment, then sat up. He smacked her tits twice, hard. Mo squealed. "Next!" he hollered. The men laughed.

The second was a younger man with a cock longer than wide. He appeared to like the tit smacking, and standing before her he gave Mo's tits a few hard swats. She screamed. Then he mounted Mo and took over from where the fat man left off. Mo squealed. Her little tits were turning bright red.

"Ahhh," he screamed as he sank deep into her cunt. "What a sloppy hot snatch. I am gonna come," and true to his word, he came hard. Mo pulled his ass, drawing him in; he pushed hard into her.

"Come you bastard, come deep," and he pushed deeper and his thick balls were pressed against her ass. Come was dripping down her twat to the bed. She had two large loads in her. The men were excited. She was the real deal. She was not going to pull the plug. I realized we would all come quickly. Two dismounted from Mo, and Three lined up. But first he looked down at her.

"You like getting smacked on the ass, hah whore?" he taunted. "I know the rules. Missionary only. But if you want a proper red ass, turn over." She quickly turned. Three started beating her ass with his open hand. There was not a better word for it. It was hardly a spanking. Clark moved up to the threshold, to act, it seemed, as referee. But Mo egged Three on.

"Smack it," she taunted. "Smack my crack. Stick a finger in my shit hole!" Clark came forward.

"Hey Three, we appreciate your zeal, but don't get her too riled up. Stick to the plan and fuck her. Whatever you can do on top of this slut is fine. Just don't leave a mark." Three laughed. He pulled Mo over and laid her roughly on her back.

"You heard the man, bitch!" he hissed. "He wants to see fucking. Let's give him what he wants." He fell on her, and wiggled his medium sized cock into her wet snatch. Then he began to pump her hard. The bed made rhythmic jingling sounds. I could have easily been on the other side, in my bed, imagining this scene from the verbal cues. But I was here, watching her get soundly fucked.

"Third load in you, whore," Three announced as he pounded, and then he came. "Pussy! Sloppy pussy!" he screamed through a clenched jaw, and he fell on her. He wiggled out of her hole. She was flowing with thick semen.

Four was behind him, and as soon as Three broke free from Mo, he mounted her hard. The men were getting worked up; the more they watched fucking, the more they wanted to fuck, the harder and faster they came. I didn't even see Four's mask or his cock. He wedged it into Mo in a blur. More semen spilled out of her as he began to pump. He would not last long.

"Oh damn it, gang bang slut, take another load," and he froze inside of her, pushing hard. Mo raised her legs, to give him all of her cunt. He pulled out. Come sprayed everwhere.

Men Five to Nine were in the same fugue state as I was in. Mo was tangled in sweaty sheets, propped up by dank pillows. We could not raise her on all fours, as this was High School rules. So each man entered between her legs, and the come never fully drained from her slit. Five fucked in a puddle. Six jumped on her without skill. Was he even inside of her? I couldn't tell. Except for the order we were in, things were breaking down. She was a wet hole. We were poking, slick dicks. Six came with enthusiasm. He kept saying "gangbang cunt" again and again. Seven was another fat man. She was so wet, it seemed she would slide out from under him. But he pressed her close. He managed to get her left nipple in his mouth, and sucked, until he came, screaming whore, whore, dirty whore!