(Room-mates Natasha and Sandy have landed themselves in hot water sexually speaking, with the naive Sandy particularly feeling the heat - at a sex party hosted by their landlord. To fully appreciate and enjoy the girls' predicament, I strongly suggest you read chapter one.)
There was nothing tentative about Natasha's approach to her duties back in the living room. At twenty-eight she had been fucking too long and too lustily to be coy in the presence of Alan's younger guests. She knew from experience that a spirited contribution made the task easier in the long-run. Guys came quicker, were worn out longer and let you call the shots a bit more, if you matched them in vigour. Nor was she averse to multiple male partners; despise Alan though she did, she had a fundamental liking for cock, and being left alone with this crowd might have had its pleasures.
But there was Sandy to think of. Trapped elsewhere in the apartment, Alan's filthy and experienced friends slowly closing in on her as they loved to do with first-timers, she was going to need Natasha's support as never before. The plan was simple. Get these boys off in quick succession, excuse herself while they broke for a drink and hunt out the other group. Alan might object, but the others would be so horny they would be glad of a second warm female in whom to stick their cocks, and so she could draw some of the heat from her friend.
She'd known from the off, however, that these young men would be a tough proposition. They were strong, confident and no doubt well-supplied in their lives with pussy. What they might lack in sexual finesse, they would certainly make up for in stamina. And there were seven of them. Three were well-developed and testosterone-fuelled personal trainers from Alan's gym; the others, it had transpired, were a squad of builders, who had worked on one of his house renovation projects - less well-groomed than the gym crowd, but with plenty of raucous, lustful energy, heightened by camaraderie and alcohol. The only male in the room not set to take her on was young Ryan, who stood observing from a secure distance, re-clad in shorts. He looked as intimidated as he did intrigued. Just as well he was holding back, thought Natasha. There was enough to occupy her as it was. She acknowledged her task and met it squarely.
The body-builders exposed their rampant dicks first and she fell to her knees near-naked before them, to give the organs some well-co-ordinated pump-and-suck. The demands of three rods slowed down the process, as one always went unattended, so she broke off occasionally from her oral endeavours to encourage whoever was waiting: 'Come on, wank that cock, get it close. I want you bastards to spunk in my face at the same time!' Then she would fall to again, sucking and jerking her way round the three cocks, knowing the guys would not turn up the offer to facially douse her. She gauged it carefully from their guttural moaning and the feel of their pricks in her mouth, moving between them with increased rapidity, so that they all achieved a state of maximum pulsing hardness together. Then she leant back and challenged, 'Come on guys, full in the face, fucking blast me!'
Even without prompting the men would not have taken long. They pummelled their cocks frantically in front of her, faces reddening, neck muscles standing out, as they raced to a combined climax. They came in quick succession, in a tumult of primal grunting and orgasmic obscenity, shooting viscous, pearly jets point blank into Natasha's expectant face; her features were instantly obscured in a great messy splatter of semen. She screwed up her eyes and took the copious combined-load almost proudly, waiting till the heavy spurting had completely subsided, before wiping her eyes clear and running her tongue round her mouth to lap up male seed.
Well that was three out of the way. Her face still plastered with sperm, she stood, parted the wilting bodies of the gym instructors and walked amongst the hastily stripped and fully excited labourers. 'Okay boys,' she said, pushing one young, pony-tailed guy down into a chair. 'How about I make myself comfy on this cock and then suck off the rest of you?' This plan proved universally popular. She gave pony-tail a splendid view of her smooth back and gym-hardened ass and he held his length in place, so she could lower her tight cunt on to it. She could hear his pleasured reaction and groaned a little herself, as his thick sex expanded her. Then, squatting firmly down on him, she bent forward so she could slurp on the other cocks as they crowded in on her, while thrusting back purposefully on the one penetrating her twat.
The group of suckees pressed her more urgently, vying to stuff her mouth and slapping their cock-heads against her cum-stained face, whenever someone else was being attended to. Their seated colleague drove into her as she pushed back on him, impacting deep within her on each thrust. She worked hard and with practised skill at both ends, keeping all pricks fully inflated and drawing reactions that were steadily more fevered from the fuckers of her mouth and cunt. Then as one of the self-taught studs grabbed her head and began to force his cock down her throat to the very hilt, she seized the two remaining hard-ons and pumped tenaciously. It was all she could do to remain in control of four cocks at once, but that hardly signified at this stage. Within a minute the guy she was sitting on began to buck out of control and grabbed her hips so that he could fuck with orgasmic urgency. A constricted scream ripped itself from his throat as he shot his load inside her and his violent climax triggered those of his friends. The room was full of climactic yells and profanities, just before Natasha was engulfed a second time. Cum drained down her throat and splashed over her face from both sides, as all her attendants emptied themselves.
She eased herself from the spent cock on which she sat and moved through the drained labourers to lift a beer from the table. Then having washed the remaining cum down her throat, she wiped further spunk from her face and made her move. 'I can see I'm going to have my work cut out with you horny bastards,' she said with a wry smile, as she set off ostensibly for the bathroom. 'You'll have to excuse me.'
But her way was blocked by Jed, a tall fitness instructor with elaborately tattooed, bulging arms. 'Oh don't go just yet,' he grinned, pushing up against her, so that she felt his prick against her stomach. Fully reactivated, she noticed with a sinking heart. 'Party's only started,' he explained. She tried to manoeuvre round him, but he grabbed her by the waist and heaved her backwards into a sitting position on the glass-topped table, causing the other men to laugh appreciatively. 'Okay girl, spread your legs. Do what you're being paid for,' he said, with cheery lust.
Christ, she thought, as she parted her thighs and provided him with access. Impressive recovery. Looks like poor Sandy's on her own for a while longer. She braced herself for a long, hard fucking and the boys supplied.
From the sidelines Ryan watched, quiet and avid, as the live gangbang played out before him.
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Sandy ran her fingers over the surface of Gavin's cock, staring all the while in tremulous fascination. The hard, priapic tower spasmed slightly under her touch, as she explored the bulbous, purple head and traced the engorged veins down the underside of the shaft. She was acutely aware of all the male eyes fixed on her, as they avidly followed the training of this novice. And Alan's intrusive camera clicked away, recording her plight. The dick far outsized any she had seen in her life. Her hand could not fit around its girth. Its outrageous length jutted ceiling-ward like a threat. Yet she knew her body was about to accommodate it. Somehow.
'Use your mouth. Lick the tip clean.' Gavin's voice was as granite-hard and demanding as his cock. Sandy took the shaft in both hands and curled an obedient tongue over the eye, scooping up a shining bead of pre-cum as she did. 'Now flick your tongue under the head. No, flick it. Fast. And harder than that.' She worked at him heatedly, no longer sure she knew what she was doing. 'Look at me. Don't take your eyes off me. Now keep going till you get it right.' Sandy gazed up at his stonily handsome features, feeling some imperative she did not understand to please him. She stared intently as the efforts of her busy tongue began to register in his arrogant face. He was enjoying what she was doing.
'Now flick your tongue down the shaft. Take your time, girl. I said take your time! Now - lick my balls.' She followed each instruction, receiving no word of commendation, simply reading his expression - his curled lips and the increased heaviness of his breathing - for signs of pleasure. She slavered her tongue over his bristling, red sac, waiting for further commands. 'Suck on them.' His voice was hoarser. It was all she could do to slurp in either of his heavy bollocks and, but she persisted until she got the measure of them, massaging each testicle between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. His next words, however, almost caused her to panic. 'Right, now suck my cock.'
She broke away and looked at him pleadingly. 'I don't think it'll fit...'
He dragged her up by the hair and stuck his dick between her lips, forcing her jaws wide apart. Then he jammed her head down on to it, filling her gaping mouth, his plum-like cock-head searching for her throat. 'There, it'll fit,' he said with cool savagery. Her eyes bulged in shock, as he fucked her wide-stretched mouth in a fierce bout of pumping. She could feel herself starting to choke, as his massiveness stoppered her helpless airway, and began to suck in air desperately through her nose. Then before she had come to terms with what he was doing, he withdrew his cock, hauled her to her feet and flung her sprawling on to the bed.
The others roared their approval at her tumbling nude form, all tangled hair, flailing limbs and bouncing boobs. She was still recovering, brushing her tousled locks from her face, when Gavin climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists and clamping his mouth to hers in a kiss that channelled pure lustful intent. As her flailing, helpless tongue fought with his, she felt one of his large hands kneading her breasts in turn, exploring their fullness and then plucking at her big nipples. The same hand searched downwards over her flat stomach and pelvis, reaching between her legs to tease her clitoris into life once more. And all the time that gigantic cock was pressed menacingly against her thigh.
He came up from the bruising kiss and his steady, blue-eyed stare burned into her, as she panted for breath. His searching fingers had already found out moisture in her pussy. 'Getting wet for me Sandy,' he said, his voice demonstrating its first glimmer of approval. 'I know you're here for the money, but I think that part of you WANTS to get fucked.' He slid one finger right into her slick interior and began to move it around, exploring her wetness. 'How many cocks have been up here before tonight? Tell me.'
