The low light from the ceiling crept through the opening as I inched his door open. I held a gasp in my throat as I saw what I thought was Jay's face rise from between a brace of pale thighs, the join of which was decorated with a fine brown fuzz of a nestling chick. The pair were too engrossed in their excitement to see me, but I recognised Larry's head atop his naked back as he raised up on hands and knees, exposing the engorged vulva he had been tending to moments prior. It glistened in the luminance of the overhead light, and I pictured Larry as an aroused dog ready to mount his bitch. My clit grew tangibly as I breathed the musk of arousal and stared at the other prominent nub in the room.
Larry's steely erection came into full view as he leaned further towards a small pair of tits, whose dark brown halos accentuated a pair of pink spikes. I recognised Lisa's tender, pert breasts, as my friend sucked on one. Lisa's legs raised to his hips, crossing over his tight arse, ankles locking, displaying the most elegant vulva I'd ever seen in life or in magazines. Not that I had seen many in the flesh. I felt a twinge of jealousy as his lubricated rod pointed at the pretty young girl's pretty young fanny. My own sex glowed under my skirt as I stared at his round glans as it crept closer and closer to her welcoming vestibule.
I recalled watching a similar performance when I spied on Jay and Raven, which was the only other time I'd observed another couple shagging in real life. Lisa gasped as Larry's member pressed against her labia; her eyes closed in ecstasy. A moan sighed from her mouth as his bell disappeared into her. Larry's mouth attacked and devoured hers, and both of her hands pulled the back of his neck in response. He lifted his head from hers, staring at her face; her eyes shot open as he aggressively rammed his whole cock home. She spotted me and beamed a smile; it was a genuine smile with no hint of snide. I mouthed at her, 'you go girl,' and watched for a few seconds as a more gentle Larry slid his cock out and in. I backed out, smiling at Lisa, and clicked the door shut. Walking away, the moans emanating from Larry's room grew louder.
***
Obviously, spying on other people was what I needed to get those fires roaring again. My fanny needed some love, and I began as soon as that door was closed. As I wandered the two landing, I stroked kitty while she purred beneath the folds of my skirt. It had been a week since I'd last come - about five times in the one night.
I found an empty room with a double bed and sat on the edge, parting my attire to access my nether lips. Confusion flooded my brain as I spread the lubrication across my sex. Confusion that no amount of male attention brought the much-longed-for reaction in my groin; confusion that spectating as two friends made out in the bathroom sent the fluttering butterflies down below; confusion that Steph's new found sexiness stirred something in me and started the juices flowing; confusion that leering at a man whose cock I milked only weeks previous, fucking a girl who'd tried to seduce my boyfriend, had all but made me cum; confusion that I was now bringing that arousal to a conclusion.
My free hand grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them roughly behind me. I lay back across the bed, feet still on the floor, my hand still between my parted thighs. As I stroked, I ran the scenarios I witnessed tonight through my mind. My thighs trembled, picturing myself giving Bennie another lesson in how girls peed. My pelvic floor clenched, seeing my dance from Dale's point of view as I flounced clothing about and kicked, exposing my pudenda to all and sundry. Electricity surged through my pelvic floor as I stared at Big Dave fingering Suzie in the bathroom. My fingers circled my clitoris, bringing me ever closer to my destination as the scene played in my head of Larry's cock separating Lisa's labia and ramming home; the memory didn't stop with her knowing smile but continued as I scrutinised the rigid, glistening tool sliding in and out, Lisa writhing and moaning.
I slowed my hand to savour the imagined movement as Lisa panted in tune with the thrusting. As the panting increased and Larry's grunting became more vocal, my fingertips circled faster. My thighs clenched and my fingers pressed harder, the fire burning inside my vagina as the lubricated rod rammed faster and harder into Lisa until her back arched and she yelled out. Waiting, waiting, and waiting some more, I held back until Larry finally grunted and rammed as high as he could, emptying his life force into her, and the tension in my groin pushed me right to the cliff edge. Larry's cock pulled out, glistening with his own emissions, and rammed again, forcing another cry of pleasure from Lisa and I tumbled over the cliff to the orgasm I had craved for a week. It peaked as I observed Larry's softening instrument flop from Lisa's now gaping cunt; their combined stickiness oozed from the hole.
A sigh escaped as I came down, still imagining Lisa's soaking wet fanny leaking Larry's semen.
***
As I lay there, legs dangling over the edge, I closed my skirt across my thighs to maintain what little modesty the copious quantity of alcohol had left me. My awareness drifted, nature's soft nurse soothing away my wakefulness to knit up the ravelled sleeve of the last week's cares. Jay's gentle face repeatedly encroached on my fitful dreams, doing nothing to ease the confusions of the last seven days.
A coolness across my crotch disturbed my slumber, but my eyes remained closed in my restful state. I imagined a wet tongue lap along my no longer aroused labia. Reaching down to cover myself again, a scream escaped from me and my eyelids sprung open as I touched what I realised was a head. A blurry silhouette became what looked to be Bennie staring at me; he turned and ran, slamming the door as he did so.
I struggled to push away the head, but manly hands on my hips pulled my crotch closer to his face. I shouted as I scratched and pushed. "Get off!"
A muffled voice from my thighs barked, "grab her fucking hands, idiot!"
In a panic, I swung my head from one side to the other to look for the object of this instruction. An inch from my mouth was the boyish erection I knew belonged to Jim.
"Get off! No!" I said, frightened by a penis for the first time in my life. But Jim leaned over to grab my wrists, pulling them high above me, pinning them to the bed above the pillows. He swung a leg across me and sat on my tits as I felt a finger attempt to force itself into my dry vag.
"Friggin' hell, that's tight!" Dale muttered from below as Jim pulled my wrists out to the sides and knelt on both my upper arms. The pains seared through my shoulders as Dale's digit breached, feeling like a glowing poker.
"Fuck off!" I yelled. But Jim was intent on forcing his cock into my closed mouth. Failing in his first attempt, he buried his finger and thumb into either side of my jaw, forcing my teeth apart, leaving him free to feed his dick between my lips with his other hand.
"Fuck you!" I shouted around Jim's weapon as Dale buried his face between my open thighs and soaked my pudenda with his saliva. I tried to slap his head with my knees, but he merely pulled them apart.
"All night you've tormented us," Jim accused. "Dangling your fucking promises since the garden, and we've had enough of it."
"Yeah! This is what happens to a prick tease."
Dale stood up and Jim turned to watch him attempting to ram his weaponised shaft into me, and his grip loosed. I brought my teeth together, and they landed right behind the ridge of his glans. His reflex slapped me across the face as he screamed; I spat out his penis and yelled. Dale's weapon rammed at my clenched fanny as Jim silenced me with a full palm over my mouth and his other hand around my throat.
Dale continued his assault as my defences clenched tighter. He spat on his hand as he eased back and, though I couldn't see him, I assumed he'd smeared the saliva over his cock head. He stabbed at me again, and I battled to keep the doors closed. The head of Dale's cock breached and scorching pain fired through my pelvis as he pushed harder. At the moment Jim's prick touched my lips again, Dale appeared to fly backwards and his cock dragged out along my dry vaginal walls. Jim fell to the side onto the bedroom floor.
I raised my head as Rory swung his leg, which stopped dead with a wet thud, followed by a sharp groan. I heard a sound like a bag of potatoes slamming against a wall.
"San! Are you okay?" Bennie's voice sounded comforting. I lifted my torso in time to see Big Dave throw a half naked and still erect Dale onto the landing with the ease of throwing a pillow across the room. Dale screamed as he hit the floor front first. "I went and got them when I saw what was happening," Bennie continued as he pulled my skirt over to cover up my nakedness.
Rory lifted Jim by the hair. Jim was struggling to pull up his jeans as he struggled to stand, his now shrivelled dick swinging from his groin. Rory's hand had balled into a fist, which hit Jim in the midriff with the force of a sledgehammer, and he doubled over, slumping onto the bed.
"Get off me, you twat!" Dale screamed as Big Dave picked him up and pinned him against the wall.
"You cunt! You never treat a woman like that! NEVER!"
"Fuck you. She wanted it. She's wanted us all night." Dale's voice became a croak as my ex pressed harder across his throat. "She was begging for it."
Big Dave swung a hooked punch so ferociously I thought Dale's head might snap off. "Stop! Stop!" I screamed, but his rage drowned out my voice. He turned, still holding tight onto Dale, and threw him down the stairs. Dale screamed again as he hit the mezzanine landing.
"Are you going to say she was begging for it?" Rory bawled at Jim as he pulled him off the bed.
Jim shook his head, still struggling with his jeans. "I'm sorry, Sandy," he began.
"It's never fucking Sandy," Rory screamed at him, as he marched him down the landing and sent him the same direction as his mate. Jim landed on top of Dale and they both huffed in complaint.
"You fucking psychos!" Jim yelled.
"He needs his clothes," I said, standing up with Dale's pants and undies in my hand.
"Still thinking of others, even after that!" Bennie said, but I was already at the head of the stairs and feeling remarkably sober.
I looked down at the bloody mess that was Dale's face. He struggled to push Jim off, allowing him to stand, wincing in pain. His penis was now withered and bleeding. "You need to go to the hospital with that." I launched his clothes at him. Bennie stood beside me.
"You fucking whore!" Dale called up to me.
"Shut up, man!" Jim shouted, as a hand reached up from nowhere and dragged Dale down the lower stairs.
"Fucking leave him alone!" Jim cried out and flew down a half-dozen steps. Rory pushed me aside and leapt down the first flight in one, repeating the feat on the lower staircase.
Bennie grabbed my arm as I made to descend the stairs. "Don't. Best keep out of it."
