2 posts tagged “gangbang”

Continued from Gangbang 1:

The man beneath her came, grunting, thrusting up into her cunt, adding a fresh load of come; the nipple-twister pinched cruelly hard, then pushed her forward, back onto her hands and knees.  "Now," he said, "and I want you to myself; you don't suck anyone else, or touch anyone else until I'm done."

She couldn't answer; he thrust into her then, sinking his cock into her cunt in one smooth, easy stroke.  Large; she groaned in pleasure, moving with him.

Then something else - a well-lubricated finger touching her asshole, then pressing inwards, dual penetration by his finger and cock...

...and she groaned in pleasure at the sensation, being taken twice over at once. He fucked her slowly, finger moving in and out of her ass in time with his cock in her cunt; she moved with him, sighing softly in pleasure.  Then another finger, stretching her further.  She welcomed it into herself, head bowed, relaxing as much as she could.

"You like it?" he asked, and she moaned assent.  It was true; she'd long had a fondness for anal sex.  "Good.  Because that's how I'm thinking of taking you."

"Please," she gasped out, and heard him chuckle behind her.

He withdrew; there was a brief pause, and she heard the sound she'd missed before, a bottle of lubricant being opened.  He'd applied some to her with his fingers; now he added lube to her own natural juices on his cock.  The next feeling was him setting the head of his cock against her asshole, and she shivered; she'd felt the size of him when he'd been inside her before, and she knew that she'd have to stretch to take him.

"Relax," he said.  "It'll go easier if you can do that."

She nodded, taking a deep breath, already anticipating how it was going to feel.

He did it gently, easing the head of his cock into her ass; she made a high-pitched noise at the invasion, and he groaned.

"Oh, that's good; tight," he said.  "Come on; if you want the rest, you've got to come and get it."

She shuddered, and leaned backwards, slowly impaling herself on his cock; she had to stop and adjust twice, but soon she'd taken all of him, could feel his balls against her ass cheeks.

He let her rest and adjust for a moment, then his hands went to her hips, holding her steady as he began to fuck her.  Slowly at first; she moved with him, groaning at the feel of his cock moving in and out of her.  She could feel every inch of it, and it was good.  She reached back between her legs, fingers unerringly finding her clit; slicked with cum and her juices, a hard little nub.  She played, fingers slipping over and around until she found the right rhythm and pressure, and felt a new climax beginning to build in her belly.

"Come for me," he said, his voice urgent.  "Fuck yourself, come for me; I want to feel it."

And it was going to be so easy, too; she pressed and flicked, stroked herself, until she was shuddering and moaning, climax approaching.  Then it overtook her, and she came; her whole body tightened up, and she gasped at the added sensation that climax brought.  He did too - he felt it, her asshole tightening suddenly around his cock as she came.

His hands dug into her hips; he took control of her, pulling him back onto his cock as he thrust inwards, shifting from slow, languorous strokes to something faster, harder.  She let him, glorying in the sensation; something had shifted in her perceptions and now thought was disappearing; all she had was sensation, pleasure, a cock to fuck her, fingers - another climax rolled through her, and she bucked under him, crying out.

That triggered him; from slow and steady to faster, now he lost control and fucked her savagely; she welcomed it, begging him to cum, fill her.  He did, spurting, fingernails digging at her hips, adding an extra frisson of pain.

Then she felt the weight of him on her back, his body hot, sweaty.  She bore his weight, relishing it, whimpering when she felt him withdrawing from her.  Felt, too, a little rill of cum and lube.  She shuddered.

"You're a good fuck," he said hoarsely.  "Give me half an hour and I'll be back for another taste. I'm gonna go shower, but look."

He pointed sideways; she followed the direction he pointed, and saw another man on his back, cock hard, inviting her.

"Fuck him," he instructed.  "He's good.  You liked the spit roast?  He's got friends here - they specialise in making 'em airtight.  Mouth, cunt, ass.  You'll like it."

Obedience and self-interest concurred; she moved swiftly and mounted this new cock, sinking down onto it, feeling it filling her cunt.  She sighed in pleasure; animal-like, she'd given herself over to carnality, and this was what she craved.

She heard the nipple-twister, the one who'd just ass-fucked her so satisfyingly, whisper something to this new one; she didn't hear what, didn't care, and also didn't care when he gestured to someone else.  All she cared about was the cock in her cunt, and she rode it eagerly.

Someone behind her pressed her forwards; she leaned obediently, aware of another presence behind her.  He pressed her down onto the man she was riding; she realised what he intended, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks, to give him as good a shot at her asshole as she could.

He entered, slowly; she groaned at the sense of fullness.  She'd never done this before, double penetration, a cock in her cunt and ass at the same time, and she could feel herself being stretched, filled.  Over-filled; something short-circuited, and whatever rationality she'd still retained fled in the face of the overload.  When they started to fuck her, she couldn't move, only moan in pleasure, fingers contracting and scratching, kneading, at the belly of the man beneath her.

Then a hand grasped her hair, turning her head sideways; a man standing there, cock erect.  She opened her mouth wide, willing, eager, but had no chance to suck or taste; he held her head steady and began to fuck her mouth.  Within a few strokes, the taste of pre-cum filled her senses, and she began to moan in pleasure...

The house was an isolated one, on the outskirts of the city; the nearest neighbour was more than half a kilometre across the paddocks.  There was a closed gate as they drove up, and a man with a torch there.  They stopped, and Cameron gave their names; the gate guard ticked them off on a list - invitation only - and opened the gate to let them drive through.

So, here they were; an impromptu parking lot outside a nondescript blond brick house.

"Last chance to back out," he said.  "Open that door, and it happens."

Catherine nodded, the gesture quick, birdlike.  Fear and anticipation warred inside her; inside the house there were a few other women - four, they'd been told - and upwards of thirty men.  Gangbang party.  It was her idea - but could she really do this?  She wouldn't be forced, they'd been told that - but she was expected to participate.  To fuck, suck, be taken....

"I'm ready," she said.

He led her into the house; again, someone waiting at the door to check their names against a list.  "Can't be too careful," the man said.  "We like to keep it organised."  He introduced himself - Rick - and called another man over to give them the tour of the house - the areas involved in tonight's activities anyway.  The next man introduced himself as Geoff, and showed them the kitchen, bathroom - piled up with plenty of clean towels, available for use whenever anyone needed or wanted a shower, he said - the living room.  Then the room.

"Not open yet," Geoff said.  "We don't open it up until half an hour after the last guest arrives; it gives people time to get to know one another."

The room was large, lined with mattresses.  "We've got five of you tonight," Geoff said, meaning five women ready to be fucked.  "You'll be able to spread out a bit around the room, and the men will be able to get a good view."

He led them back to the living room; she stuck close to Cameron, holding his hand tight for reassurance.

"Don't worry," Geoff said.  "Every man in this room will treat you with respect."

And fuck her.  With respect.

The living room was crowded; the chatter of - she performed a quick headcount - upwards of thirty men more or less drowned out the soundtrack of the porno movie playing on the television.  Catherine stayed close to Cameron, holding his hand tight still; some of them talked to her, asking her a little about herself, obviously seeking to put her at ease.  More talked to Cameron; idle chatter, ignoring the fact that there was a chance that, in a little while, they'd be fucking his wife.

She found it at once unnerving and calming; it seemed so everyday.

There were other women in the room; the four others promised, the other parts of the 'entertainment' for the night.  And a few others, too; one introduced herself as Rick's wife, and promised to keep an eye on her during proceedings.  "We always keep a close look on the first-timers," she said matter-of-factly, "just to be sure that nobody gets overwhelmed."

"Does that happen?" she asked.

Lynn nodded.  "Sometimes; not often.  Mostly, when people show up here, they've made up their minds to do it.  The ones who are going to bug out don't show in the first place."

They talked until Cameron looked at his watch; the half hour was nearly up.  They'd be beginning soon.  He drew her to one side, a dark hallway.

"Are you ready?" he asked.  He held her; she knew he could feel her trembling.

"Yes.  Are you?"

He didn't answer immediately; she knew this was going to be harder on him than on her.  "Yes," he said, and kissed her - hard, roughly, pressing her back against the wall.  "I'm not going to fuck you tonight," he said, but his fingers were beginning to work on her clothing, stripping her down to bra and panties.  "But don't forget - you're mine."

"I know," she said.  His touch was getting her wet, his hands roughly pinching her nipples, pressing against her pussy.  "You could, now, before it all starts..."

He bit her throat; it would leave a mark that everyone would see.  "No.  But I will later."

"Good to see you're eager to get going," another voice said: Geoff.  "We're taking the women into the room now."

She followed him meekly, looking back over her shoulder at Cameron as she walked away.  He'd watch over her; he might fuck one of the other women to relieve himself during the night, he might not, but he'd be watching her even then.

"All right," Geoff said, his voice carrying over the crowd gathering in the room.  "You know most of our...entertainment for the night.  Marita, Kelly, Tammy, and Rachel have all been here before."  As each woman was named, she stepped forward, staking out a place on one of the mattresses.

"This is Catherine," Geoff continued, and she slipped her hand out of Cameron's and walked forward to stand beside Geoff.  "It's her first time tonight, so be gentle with her--"

"Not too gentle," she said, surprising herself with the innuendo.  It got a laugh.

"She's assured us that she's as ready for it as any of our other four lovely ladies, so feel free," Geoff continued.  "In fact..."  He raised a hand and began to knead her breast, pinching the nipple, already upstanding.

She looked at Cameron; he watched, face immobile, and then nodded slightly, giving her permission.  When Geoff pinched again, this time she gasped; when he reached between her legs, she allowed it, spreading a little to give him better access.

"She's definitely up for it!" Geoff crowed.  "That's what we like to see!"  He kissed her, pulling her close to him; she flinched momentarily at the feeling of someone new handling her so intimately; his tongue flicking into her mouth made her shiver, and then she caught sight of Cameron.  Another slight nod, and this time she gave herself over to the experience, tasting the unfamiliar, feeling his cock against her leg.  She dared something, rubbing a little; he made a noise into her mouth, pleasure.  Another noise when she dared again, opened his fly and reached in to stroke his cock.  Hard; not as large as Cameron's, but respectable.

Over his shoulder, she caught a glance of one of the other women, kneeling, one of the men with his cock in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the cock of another man, giving him a hand job.  Another woman was on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind, while giving head to another man who knelt in front of her.

Geoff's hands wound in her hair and pushed downwards; she knelt and took his cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the head.  He thrust in then, the head of his cock going to the back of her mouth.  His hands grabbed harder, holding her in place; he fucked her mouth, slowly at first, but then faster.  She did the best she could, keeping her lips tight around his shaft, flicking and rubbing with her tongue.  He grunted as he thrust, the zipper of his jeans pressing onto her cheeks with every thrust.  She raised her hands, not to slow him, but to cup his balls, massage them.  She could feel them tightening - then he came, flooding her mouth with come.  "Swallow," he groaned, and she did, savouring the taste.

Only for a second, though; hands were putting her down onto hands and knees.  Fingers probed at her cunt; she knew what they'd find, wetness.  "Ready, all right," a new voice said; the fingers moved to her clit, slipping and sliding, and she moved with them, rubbing herself against the fingertips.  "Horny little thing," the voice said.

Another man knelt in front of her; she focused on the important, a hand stroking a cock.  "Wait," this one said.  "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, but not until Rick's in you from behind.  We call it a spit roast."

The one behind her laughed.  "Oh, she's gonna be a lively one, I can tell--"  She swayed against his fingers, finding the right angle and pressure and rhythm.

"Let me come, please," she gasped.  "Before you fuck me, let me--"  She didn't finish; orgasm overtook her, and she cried out.  The fingers went away, then - she screamed when he slammed into her, feeling huge, his hands hard on her hips, yanking her back as he thrust into her.  The scream was muffled almost immediately, when the man in front of her thrust his cock into her mouth.  Reflexively, she sucked, crooning in pleasure as the one behind her fucked her.  The pleasure was overwhelming; not physical, though that was present, but mental.  Being an object, being used for the pleasure of others; testing the limits of what she could do, what she could take.  She reached back between her legs, finding her clit and playing with herself; strange hands found one of her breasts and began to knead, finding the nipple and twisting cruelly.

"You like pain?" a voice whispered in her ear; she made as much of an affirmative noise as she could with her mouth full of another man's cock.  The nipple-twister evidently understood; he pinched harder, nails digging into tender flesh, and she moaned.  "I'm looking forward to fucking you later tonight.  Your ass, maybe - or maybe I'll tit-fuck you, and come on your face--"

Her fingers on her clit turned frantic; the man behind her grunted and came, fingers digging into her hips.  "God!" he cried out, slamming into her; she came as well, driven by the use, the pain at her nipple, her own fingers.

The cock in her mouth was only a few moments behind the one in her cunt; another flood of come for her to taste - saltier than the last, more alkaline.  She swallowed greedily, chasing the cock as it withdrew.

Not far, though; fresh hands guided her sideways, urging her to mount a lying man.  Only one cock in her this time, but she felt the nipple-twister moving to stand behind her.  He was hard; when she leaned back, she felt his cock against the back of her head.  Then he reached down over her shoulders, one hand on each nipple.  He lifted her breasts, letting her nipples bear the weight of her breasts; when she moved, riding the man beneath her, the pressure on her nipples increased and decreased, pain and pleasure blending.

"Play with yourself again," he said softly.  "We all like to see that."

She did; wetness due not only to her own arousal, but to the previous fucking; it felt good.  When she licked her fingers - the act drew an appreciative murmur as she tasted herself and come - it tasted good too.  She rode slowly, impaling herself rhythmically on the cock beneath her, fingers playing with her clit in time with her motions.

"Good little slut," the voice behind her said.

She looked around the room, seeking Cameron; he was still standing and watching, but she could see his erection.  As she watched, he moved - he walked past her, stroking her hair on the way past, walking to one of the other unoccupied women, and kneeling behind her.  When he took her, it was roughly, his cock sliding into her and making her gasp in pleasure.

She hadn't been sure how she'd react to that; the sight of him fucking someone else.  To her surprise, if anything, it increased her arousal, seeing him like that.  She could imagine that it was her, take pleasure in knowing that it soon would be.  Not here, unless he changed his mind, but later...

The man beneath her came, grunting, thrusting up into her cunt, adding a fresh load of come; the nipple-twister pinched cruelly hard, then pushed her forward, back onto her hands and knees.  "Now," he said, "and I want you to myself; you don't suck anyone else, or touch anyone else until I'm done."

She couldn't answer; he thrust into her then, sinking his cock into her cunt in one smooth, easy stroke.  Large; she groaned in pleasure, moving with him.

Then something else - a well-lubricated finger touching her asshole, then pressing inwards, dual penetration by his finger and cock...