It was the day of the auction. Every year, the town hosted a festival to commemorate its' inception, and this year was no exception. There was going to be a two day celebration, with food, drink, dancing, talent shows, games, and even a midway - complete with Ferris wheel and clowns.
But it was the auction that I was interested in. I'd already bought a sow, and was impatiently waiting for the horses. You see, Jake McCreigh was selling a fine stud, and I wanted him. The stud, that is. He'd been born as 'Dudley', but was now called 'Studly', because he was so prolific.
Of course, Jake was pretty studly himself: 6'2", around 225 pounds, he had a great body - the kind that had strong wide shoulders, and tapered into a slim waist and lean flanks. He also looked and moved like a warrior instead of a cowboy, and he had dark hair and gem-green eyes. He was the biggest 'catch' in the area. His huge ranch was nothing to sneeze at, either.
Myself, I only have a modest ranch - if you can call my fourteen horses, my stable hands' two horses, and the eighteen horses I stable for area children, a ranch. I guess I'm what you'd call a hobby rancher. The children that I stable horses for live in town, so can't keep them there. I only charge them for feed, and whatever veterinary services are necessary. The kids who don't own horses themselves are always welcome to ride at my place too. If they can afford to pay something, I put them on the stabled horses, so that the owner gets the proceeds. If they can't afford to pay at all, I put them on my own horses for free.
The other ranchers snicker behind my back, but I love ranching, and I'm not in it for the money - I'm wealthy enough.
Finally, the horses were brought out for inspection by the crowd. I stepped up to the fence, and listened to the auctioneer carefully. The sun beat down on my head as one horse after another was sold.
Then Studly came out. 'Here we go!' I think to myself. The bidding was fast and furious, and more than one person was surprised at my determination. Jake kept looking over at me, and it was clear that he was pleased at the price.
The bidding came down to me and Maria Pozzi. She was after Jake more than his horse, though. She was the town princess, I guess. Daddy's money got her everything she wanted, and always had. I upped the bid again, and suddenly it was over. Maria had reached her limit, and Studly was mine!
A smile as bright as the noon sun lit my face, and I walked over to sign the necessary papers.
"You bitch!" I felt my arm being grabbed, and turned to see Maria. "You only wanted that damn horse to get Jake's attention!" she accused.
I looked at her for a moment, amazed at her temerity. Then the humour hit me, and I replied, "Honey, I don't need a horse to get a man's attention, nor would I invest that much money in it!" I shook my head, and turned to walk away.
She was practically foaming at the mouth in her agitation, and hissed, "You think your blonde hair and big boobs will get you whatever you want, don't you! They're probably fake anyway, just like the rest of you! Everyone laughs at your pathetic farm, and you don't even care!"
My eyes had widened with incredulity, and not wanting to cause a scene, I tried to shrug it off. But her whispered "Puta!" made me pause. I looked at her, took a step closer, and said clearly, "I didn't know you were so curious about my body, Maria. I'm sorry, but I don't swing that way."
In her shock, she didn't try to keep me as I turned my back and walked away. The crowd close enough to hear our exchange started laughing, and I was embarrassed at the attention she'd focused on us. I wished I was at home already, but I wasn't going to leave and let her think she'd chased me away, dammit!
Jake stepped into my path, and I heard Maria screech in rage as he smiled at me. Being a man, he was oblivious to her anger.
"Hi, Shawn. How are you today?" He asked in his deep, rumbly voice.
I smiled back and said I was fine. "A little pissed at Maria, though." We made small talk for a few minutes, then he told me to be sure to call if there were any questions or concerns with Studly. I watched as he reluctantly walked away, glancing back at me a couple of times. I had the feeling that he'd be by my ranch soon. And for more than just checking on Studly, too.
I spent a few minutes arranging to have the horse and sow taken home, and in a better frame of mind, decided to enjoy the rest of the day lingering at the festival. I browsed the craft tables, watched a pie-eating contest until I became too grossed-out to watch any more, then wandered away. I caught some of the talent show, enjoying a youth belting out an old country song, knowing she was dreaming of being discovered. Soon, though, I found myself back at the livestock pens.
I saw Maria again, beside Jake. I studied the way she leaned into him, her coy smile, and the way she flicked her long black hair over her shoulders again and again. I had to admit, she was quite a beautiful woman: tall and willowy, with a Mediterranean sophistication. She wore all black as usual, this time a pressed tee and designer jeans, and very expensive leather boots. The only colour she wore was a bright red lipstick.
For a split second - just the smallest possible sliver of time, really, I envied her for her height. I'd always wanted to be taller than my five foot nothing height. With a mental shrug, I turned my attention to Jake. His mouth and shoulders looked tight, as if he were angry. And he was staring at the beeves in the pen, blatantly ignoring the woman at his side.
As if he felt my stare, he suddenly turned and looked right at me. His lips softened, and curved ever so slightly, and he gave me a nod and a wink. 'He's flirting with me!' I thought. So I smiled back, tossed him a wink, and waggled my fingers for good measure. He broke into a wide grin.
Maria had noticed our little by-play, and wasn't happy. She tugged on Jake's arm and said something to him. He drew away from her, and said something in response before he stalked off. He was angry again. She watched him go, then turned a venomous look to me. I shrugged and turned away.
About three minutes later, I wished I'd paid more attention. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! I saw heads turning toward me, and eyes widening, but turned too late to avoid the stinging needles of ice cold water blasting from the hose in Maria's hands.
I yelped in surprise and shock, holding my hands out in front of me in that quite useless instinctive reaction. She was aiming mainly for my face, and I was pretty frantically trying to avoid the water so I could breath. I backed up, but suddenly slipped in the newly formed mud puddle.
My boots, butt, and the end of my braid got covered in the reddish brown mess. I surged to my feet in fury, stalking toward her, no longer fighting the water. My white eyelet-cotton top was rendered transparent with the water, as was my sating bra beneath. I didn't care at theat moment that anyone who looked could plainly see my breasts. I was mad as hell!
When I reached Maria, I yanked the hose from her hands. She expected me to retaliate in kind, but when I lose my temper, I really lose it! I reached up and grabbed hold of a fistful of her hair, feeling her ear and her tasteful gold hoop earring in my hand as well.
She screeched and started batting my hand away, but I simply turned and walked, dragging her willy-nilly, behind me.
"Stop you stupid bitch!" she screamed. "You're ripping my earring out. Ouch!"
I didn't stop, and I didn't reply. I steadily marched around the side of the livestock pens, to my goal. Reaching it, she renewed her struggles, but though I was ten inches shorter than her, I was much stronger in my temper.
"This is where you belong, Maria, here with all the other pieces of shit!" I snarled. With that, I hurled her face-first onto the large fragrant pile of manure. To add insult to injury, I placed one ruined boot on here ass, and pushed her deeper into the pile.
She was crying ans screaming invectives at me, but she was covered from forehead to toes in offal, which I found terribly satisfying. I dusted my hands together and turned to leave, coming face to face with Jake, and a whole crowd of incredulous people. Half were looking at the mess of Italian spite behind me, and half were ogling my near-naked chest.
Then, as if a spell was broken, everyone started laughing. Maria had succeeded in crawling out of the manure, but looked incredibly ridiculous. To my credit, I didn't laugh at her. I simply nodded my satisfaction and turned again to leave. Jake came over to me, and wrapped his plaid shirt around my shoulders. I looked up at him gratefully.
"Thanks," I murmured.
"No problem," he said. "You looked rather... cold." He grinned at me. "Remind me never to piss you off, Shawn. You're one dangerous little lady!"
I laughed as he led me away. We walked together to the parking lot, but when I would have gone to my car, he steered me instead to his dusty pickup truck.
"No sense getting your pretty car dirty," he said. "I'll take you home so you can clean up. It's the least I can do, since I know Maria only attacked you because of me."
"But what about my car?" I asked. "And the auction's not over - you'll miss the rest of it."
"Well now, Shawn. Here's my thought: if I drive you home, I'll have to drive you back for your car. And then, I figure I can sweet-talk you into dancing with me tonight." He smiled like a choirboy at me, and I laughed again.
"Aha!" I said playfully. "You have a hidden motive for helping me. Just like a man!" Snickering lightly, I agreed to his plan. "But I still expect that sweet-talk you mentioned!"
Just as he was firing the ignition, Maria ran up to the side of the truck. "Bitch!" She yelled. "Bastard! I hate you both!" She threw a handful of the manure that still covered her. Some of it splattered on the truck, but the rest landed on Jake's arm, chest and lap.
He cursed, and screeched out of the lot, covering her in a layer of dust. As we drove away, we saw Maria indulge in a furious temper tantrum, and a security guard approach her. I rummaged up a few paper towels, and leaned over to help clean him up.
"So we'll both need a shower before our dance." I said. Not another sound was uttered for the rest of the trip, my words playing in our minds repeatedly.
I directed him around the side of my house, and we entered into the mudroom. I led him to the guest bath, and told him to hand out his clothes. He tried to protest, but I wouldn't take no for an answer. "You can't wear mucky clothes, Jake. Be reasonable. I'll put them into the laundry with mine, and they'll be clean and dry in an hour and a half, tops."
While I waited for Jake to strip off, I slipped into my room to do the same. I quickly slipped on my silk robe when I heard his door open, and added his clothes to mine. I ran lightly down to the laundry room and set them to washing. Then I took my own shower. After toweling off and applying my body lotion, I chose a light summer dress and sandals to wear. I combed my hair, and quickly did another french braid, then went downstairs.
Jake was in the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee, wearing the terry robe I keep handy for the infrequent visits from my brother.
"I hope you don't mind," he said, gesturing to the mugs. I assured him I didn't. "I already put our clothes into the dryer," he continued as he eyed my dress appreciatively.
We made more small talk while we waited. I grilled a couple of steaks, opened a couple of beers, and we ate on my verandah, talking about anything and everything.
"You've got a great little setup here," he said. "I like how you let the kids stable and ride. You're a nice person."
"You sound surprised," I blushed. "Making kids happy is easy, and it doesn't really cost me anything."
Then he smiled, and started to chuckle. "I still can't believe that you actually manhandled Maria into that manure!" He laughed, then said, "and then, for you to push her deeper!" He slapped his leg.
"I shouldn't have lost my temper so badly." I said. "But I was cold, embarrassed, and muddy!" I let my disgust show, and then in an undertone, said, " and practically naked from the waist up!"
He sobered at that, flicked his gaze to my chest and quickly away. He started to speak, but ended up having to clear his throat. Thankfully, just then, the dryer beeped, signaling the end of its' cycle. I went and retrieved his clothes, and handed them over. He went back to the guest bath to get dressed. I had just loaded our dishes into the dishwasher when he came back into the kitchen.
"I, uh, guess these are yours," he said, with a sexy grin. I looked down and saw him dangling my panties from his fingers!
Being mischievous, I dead panned. "No, not mine. Where were they?"
He paused. "Not yours? But they were in my shirt sleeve!" I looked at him, then at my panties. I couldn't trust my voice, so I simply shrugged, shook my head and turned away. I was trying to concentrate on not laughing at his obvious consternation, but then I caught him trying to surreptitiously 'measure' them against my butt!
That was it! I burst out in giggles and grabbed them from him. He guessed then that the joke was on him, and impetuously began tickling me. I shrieked and ran into the living room, and he chased me. We were acting like lunatic children, which we seemed to realize at the same moment.
Then it dawned on us: he was lying half a-top me, his fingers still on my ribs and belly, with one leg between mine. My dress, which was shorter than knee-length to begin with, was now hiked up on one side, almost to my waist. My face was flushed, and one leg was bent at the knee.
Our laughter died in a heated rush, and I felt the surge of his erection against my thigh. He watched as my nipples hardened into straining points. We each seem to hold our breath as he lowered hi head, then his warm lips met mine in a searing kiss that drove the breath from our lungs.
He pulled back enough to look at my eyes, then said, "I would love to stay right where I am forever, Shawn. But I'm not going to take advantage. Let's go back to the festival, and dance. We can let tomorrow bring what it shall, okay?"
I nodded reluctantly, and he stood. He looked at me lying there on the floor in a wanton sprawl, sighed, and put out a hand to help me up. He muttered something about being an idiot, to which I silently agreed. I was an idiot for not begging him to take all the advantage he wanted!
The tension between us on the drive back to the festival was thick, hot and exciting. We each kept sneeking glances at each other. When we joined the crowd at the dancing pavilion, we were greeted like celebrities. Several people tried to draw us into conversations but we quickly made excuses and stepped onto the dance floor.
We two-stepped to Hank Williams, did a little boot-scootin', and did the Tennessee waltz. We gyrated our bodies together to some classic rock songs, but called it quits when our dancing to 'Black Velvet' by Alannah Myles generated catcalls and suggestions to "get a room".
We were both uncomfortably aroused, so we sat down to have a beer. By this time, we would have welcomed everyone trying to engage us in conversation, but they all kept a wide berth. We were isolated in our own little bubble of lust.
After a couple hours, Jake and I decided that it would be a good idea to leave. At my car, I turned to him and said, "after tonight, anything you do is no longer 'taking advantage'. It's more an 'act of mercy'!"
I stood on my tippy-toes, put my hands behind his head, and scorched him with my good-night kiss. When we finally came up for air, we found that somehow, I'd ended up crushed against my car, with his hands gripping my butt and my legs wrapped around his hips.
We slowly disengaged from each other, and he took a shaky step back. "I'll remember that," he said, his voice husky with need.
"Remember what?" I whispered.
"Everything," he whispered back. He watched as I started my car, and slowly drove off.
Later, as I was lying in bed, my phone rang. "Hello?" I said, hoping it was Jake.
"I'll get you, bitch!" I heard. Maria, drunk and vengeful. "You humiliated me today, and now you're trying to take Jake from me. Well, I won't let you, you hear? I'm going..." But I hung up on her, before she finished. 'The utter gall!' I thought. 'To blame it all on me, when she was the instigator!' Despite my indignation, and slight uneasiness, I drifted off to sleep soon after.
I was working with Studly the next day. He was magnificent! He had a tender, velvet mouth and a stallion's natural arrogant temper, and I warned my hands, Jim and Leo, not to let any of the kids near him.
We had converted a storeroom into a large, private stall for him the week before, in anticipation of his purchase. The few things from the storeroom were temporarily put into the tackroom.
Completing my work with the horses for the time being, I went back to the house and grabbed a shower. I had just combed my hair when I heard a knock at the front door. I slipped into my silk robe and went to see who it was.
"Jake." I pulled the door open to let him in. He eyed my robe hard, as if he had x-ray vision, and said, "Shawn. I came to make sure everything's okay with Studly. Did I come at a bad time? I should have called first."
I smiled wryly. "Right as rain, Jake. He's wonderful!" I led him into the kitchen, reassuring him that it wasn't a bad time, and made fresh coffee. He watched my robe lift as I reached into the cupboards, the back barely covering the bottom of my bottom.
When I was done preparing the coffee, I said, "Let me go up and put some clothes on. I'll be right down."
He caught my hand as I walked by, and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel that he already had an erection.
"I really only came to ask you to dinner, Shawn. Then you opened the door wearing this wet scrap of silk, and all I could remember was the green light you gave me last night."
I felt his hands tighten on my waist, and I gave up my pretense as well. I leaned forward and kissed him, telling him without words that I was willing, still.
He groaned and lifted me into his arms as he stood up. We slowly kissed as he carried me up to my room. His tongue rubbed against mine, and his teeth nibbled at my lips, driving me wild.
With only a cursory glance around, Jake set me on my feet, untied the loose knot in the sash, and opened my robe. His eyes drifted down to my breasts, lingering on my puckering nipples, then continuing over my belly, my bare mons, and down my legs.
He pushed the robe off my shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. Then he walked slowly around me, studying my body from each new angle. When he stopped behind me, I looked up at him. He was looking over my shoulder, and following his gaze, I saw our reflection in the large mirror above my dresser.
I watched as he put his hands on my arms, and dragged them up over my shoulders. He continued, running his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples with his calloused palms, causing goose bumps on my skin.
I leaned my head against his chest and kept watching in the mirror as he learned my body. I arched my back so that my breasts jutted out imperiously, and he groaned.
"You have great tits, Shawn. Your nipples are so responsive. Look how they beg for my hand. God, these are the greatest tits I've ever touched!"
He squeezed them together, lifting them up high. I watched his reaction as I bent my head and ran my tongue over my nipple, nipping at his thumb. Wordlessly, he offered my other nipple for the same treatment, and I obliged. At the same time, I reached behind me and unzipped his jeans.
He stepped back, saying "Don't move!" Then he stripped off as fast as he could. I watched the muscles sliding under his skin, and my fingers tingled, wanting to touch him. When he was naked, he stood behind me again, and it was my turn to moan hoarsely. Where his body touched mine, it felt like I was on fire. His penis was long and thick, nestled in a trimmed bed of short dark pubic hair, and I couldn't wait to have it in me..
He took my hands and put them up behind his neck, and ran his hands down over my breasts again. Then they went lower, gripping the soft skin over my belly, his fingers dipping into my navel.
"What have we here?" he asked, as his hands went even lower. "Why, I do believe it's a pretty little pussy. Can I pet your pussy, Shawn?" he whispered.
"Yes! Oh, yes, Jake!" I moaned, as he slowly stroked my mons with his fingertips. Then he used one hand to cup my pussy, and lifted me slightly off the floor. My whole weight was pushing on my clitoris, and I whimpered.
"Please, Jake. I need you inside me!" I whispered. But he refused. He led me over to one of my window seats, and sat down facing me. His head came forward and he sucked my nipple forcibly into his mouth. He held my wrists at my sides, and laved my nipples until they were red and I was almost sobbing with need.
He lifted me up to stand in the window seat. I didn't quite understand, but he placed my feet apart, each touching the opposite sides of the seat. Then he ordered me to put my hands on each side as well, and to not move. Only my sheer white curtains came between me and the world. Anyone looking would see me standing naked there, with Jake's dark head between my legs.
With me in this position, and Jake still sitting on the seat, his mouth was at the perfect height to lick my pussy, which is exactly what he did. First he licked softly at my hairless nether lips, tasting my sweet juices. Then he speared his tongue past my lips and straight into my cunt.
I moaned my approval, but my frustration was climbing as he licked, sucked and nibbled everywhere but my clit. I tried twisting my hips but he ignored my hints. He kept using his tongue to drive me insane. Just when I thought I couldn't stand another second of his sweet torture, he flicked my clit once, twice, then again, before sucking it hard into his mouth.
And just like that, my eyes opened wide, and I hollered to the heavens as I came in his mouth. That's when I saw that we were being watched. By Maria! However, Jake didn't stop. He built me quickly into another orgasm, and I watched Maria watching us with hatred, as my second orgasm washed over me. I was helpless to stop from screaming, my head thrown back, primal in my pleasure. She got into her car and peeled out of my driveway.
Before I came down from that second, stronger crest, Jake stood on the seat with me and pushed me against the wall, his penis twitching its' arousal. He stooped a little, grabbing my leg closest to the window, and wrapping it around his waist.
When he stood straight, his cock slid neatly home, buried to the hilt in my still spasming pussy. We were both breathing harshly as he fucked me there, against wall and window. His pistoning hips were slick with sweat, and his lips, when I kissed and sucked at his mouth, tasted of my own cum.
He hammered into me with long deep strokes, his tongue in my mouth mirroring the movements of his cock below. It wasn't long before I felt him increase his pace, and I encouraged him, using sexy words and dirty ones too. Soon he was groaning his intention to cum inside me.
He slipped his thumb against my clit and rubbed, causing me to peak for the third time, moments before he stiffened and slammed his cock deep into my cunt one last time. We groaned our pleasure into each other's mouths, and when our release faded somewhat, he gently disentangled our bodies, and cradled me on his lap.
When my breathing had evened out, I said, "That was incredible!"
Jake smiled, and agreed. Then, I told him about Maria watching us. His smile faded.
"Damn her!" he growled. "I'm sorry, Shawn. I should have taken you to bed, instead of in a damn window!"
I quickly denied him, saying, "This was an incredibly erotic moment in my life - I wouldn't have missed it if the whole town had been watching!" I smiled teasingly, and continued, "Besides, you can take me to bed anytime!"
Then he laughed, and teased me about being an exhibitionist. I think I floored him when I agreed that yes, I probably was. "That turns you on, too. I can tell." I told him. He happily agreed.
We moved to the bed, cuddling and sharing confidences and fantasies. Then we slept for a couple of hours, until the phone, ringing, woke us up. One of Jake's mares was in foal, and he had to leave. We dressed, pausing a few times to kiss. Then I walked him to his car, accepted his apology gracefully, and watched him drive away.
I went back to the house, thinking of him. He'd admitted that he was also a bit of an exhibitionist, and also part voyeur. He'd also always wanted to be a bit more adventurous, sexually, but felt inhibited in such a small town.
I had shared some tame fantasies, not wanting to shock him. I'd admitted I would like to try a threesome, but didn't mention that I'd like to be gang-banged. I didn't see the point, as I would likely never get to indulge, and it would probably only have disgusted him. At some point though, I resolved to share even that fantasy with him.
We both shared a passion for erotic stories, however. I'd confessed that I'd written a couple once, and he'd expressed a keen interest.
"How many did you write?" he'd asked.
"Three." I'd replied.
"What were they about?"
"There was one about sex in a hot tub, one about having sex in a gym, and one about sex in the workplace." I explained.
He'd asked if I'd let him read them someday, and I'd said yes. 'Why shouldn't I' I thought now. 'They're on the internet already, for anyone to read.'
I had a leisurely shower, and a bowl of cereal. 'Terrible dinner,' I told myself. I just wasn't hungry. I was still aroused, even after three terrific orgasms!
I rinsed my bowl and went back upstairs. I completed my nightly beauty ritual, which involved a thorough covering in body lotion, and some easy toning exercises. I slipped into a powder pink silk teddy, and slipped into bed again. I quickly dropped into a peaceful sleep, which lasted for a few hours - until I woke suddenly around one a.m. I laid there, trying to figure out what had woken me up.
Then I heard it. The whinny of an agitated horse. I leaped out of bed, my heart pounding. I shrugged into my silk robe, stuck my slippers on, and ran downstairs. I didn't want to take a second longer than I had to, but I knew better than to go into a potential situation blind and defenseless.
So I slipped through the darkness into my office, and quickly but carefully loaded my rifle. It was just a .22 caliber, but would still do the job. I was a bang-on shot, so didn't worry for my own safety.
I crept out of the house and down to the stable. My thoughts were jumbled only for a moment when I realized nighter of my hands were in the 'bunkhouse'. Then they steadied once again, and my hands firmed around my weapon. Not knowing what, if anything, I would encounter, encouraged me to stay quiet. The soft 'snick' of the rifle's safety being turned off was the only sound I'd made since leaving the house.
I made my way to the stables, where I noticed one door was ajar. I was about to make my way to the back doors when I heard the horse again. It was Studly! I slipped through the opening and sidestepped into the shadows, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom.
After a few moments, I realized I wasn't alone. I could smell a rather strong cologne, and stale cigarette smoke. That's when the arms wrapped around me from behind. Before I could struggle, I heard, "Try anything, and we'll shoot your horses."
I stilled. Most of these horses weren't mine, so I was willing to lose Studly to thieves, in order to protect the others. My rifle was yanked from my hands, and a strip of duct tape was pulled across my mouth. Still, I didn't struggle. 'Let them have him.' I thought. 'They won't have him long, anyway.'
Then, as two other men grabbed my arms, and another called from the tackroom, "Bring her in here!", I realized that Studly wasn't their target. I was.
As I started to fight them, another man, unnoticed by me, grabbed my feet and held them tight as they brought me to the back of the stable. 'That makes five.' I thought. I closed my eyes for a moment as we entered the brighter tackroom. When I opened them again, I scanned the faces staring at me.
'I know them!' I thought. 'They work for Maria!' They must have seen the recognition flash in my eyes, because the leader, a thirtyish guy named Luke, nodded at me.
"Yep. You can thank Maria for what you are about to receive." The others chuckled. "Don't fight us, and we won't hurt you, too bad," he said.
I knew then that this had nothing to do with my horses. It was a gang-rape, compliments of a woman who hated me. Only lust, no mercy, was on their faces. There were five men altogether, ranging from Ryan, the youngest at eighteen, to Paul, the oldest at forty something. In between was Rick, Cory, and Luke, Maria's ramrod.
Paul, whom I'd always thought was very polite, sneered, "Let's go then, time's a wasting!" He pulled out a large Bowie knife, and cut my clothes from my body. I noticed that he took care not to cut me.
'So, they're going to fuck me `til I bleed, on Maria's orders, but they don't want to damage me. Probably contrary to her wishes, though.' I thought.
With five pairs of eyes fastened to various parts of my body, I couldn't help the reaction I had. My nipples tightened and I was becoming aroused! I blamed it on the fact that I'd only, just hours before, had incredibly erotic sex with Jake, and after, had been pondering a gang-bang fantasy I'd had for years.
Luke forced me onto the old desk that was there, and shoved my legs apart. Then they all crudely discussed my tits, pussy, anus, and the rest of my body in general.
"Gawd Almighty! Her snatch is bald!" Ryan, the youngest, exclaimed.
"Yeah, but what else is this I see?" snickered Luke. "Why, the slut is wet! We're turning her on, boys!"
I blushed. He was right, after all. They were, all five, not bad looking men, and this was one of my favourite fantasies coming true. I just had to turn it from gang-rape to gang-bang.
They all started pinching my nipples, and flicking at my pussy, then Luke shoved me down onto my back. "I'm first, boys." He pulled out his straining erection and shoved it into me. I looked around at them; they remaining four alternated between pinching and biting my nipples, and watching Luke's cock sliding in and out of me. He, in turn, watched them savaging my tits.
It wasn't long before he reached his orgasm. He was going to pull out and cum on my chest, but I clasped my heels around his ass and held him inside me, making my internal muscles clench and relax until he stiffened and groaned, and then was spent.
They, of course, mistook this as enthusiasm on my part. They were crude and jeering again, but I think the tide had turned, and they now wanted to make me enjoy this. While I was aroused, I had done that more because I don't like being sticky - but I wasn't going to tell them that!
Paul quickly stepped forward then. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, using my thighs as his handle. He dropped his pants, and I saw that he had a thick, uncut cock. He dipped into my now-wet pussy a couple of times, but then pulled out. He quickly spread my legs further apart and started shoving his penis into my tight anus.
My eyes widened. I hadn't thought any of them would do this to me. I happen to appreciate a slow, sensual ass-fuck, but Paul simply slammed into me, again and again. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the pleasure my nipples were still receiving, trying to block out the pain of Paul's intrusion.
I heard his grunting appreciation for the sensation of being able to fuck my forbidden passage as roughly as he wanted, but then I suddenly felt a liquid heat directly on my clit. It was Rick, eating my cunt while Paul heaved into my ass!
I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. Then I heard Cory whisper the threat against my horses if I bit him, and then felt the tape peeling off my mouth. He quickly popped his prick between my lips, and held my head pinned to one side. He pumped my mouth, not caring that he was going too deep, or that I might enjoy giving great head.
So there I was, Paul abusing my anus and approaching orgasm, while Rick licked at my clit, bringing me close to orgasm, and Cory fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. Luke and Ryan were each sucking on my nipples.
The sounds of so many different male voices grunting and moaning, the musky scent of their bodies, and the mental picture of what I must look like pushed me into a mind-numbing orgasm. I stiffened and whimpered, and my muscles must have clenched around Paul's cock, causing him to ram into me one last time before letting his load go.
Cory came, hot and thick in my mouth, which I greedily swallowed. When Paul stepped back, and Cory's softening meat slipped from my lips, Rick quickly flipped my over, pulling me back until my feet were on the floor. Then he eagerly slammed into me from behind, squeezing my ass cheeks and groaning.
Luke stood in front of me, and made me lick his penis until it was hard again, which I was happy to do. I love sucking a cock, and he held my hair in both fists as I put my talented mouth to work.
With every thrust of Rick's hips, my mons hit the edge of the desk - a rhythmic 'spanking'. It set my clit to jumping, and I was close to a second orgasm when Rick let go. His orgasm lasted for a long time, and I could feel it sliding from my overloaded cunt, down my legs.
I pulled my mouth from Luke's now hard cock, and looked at young Ryan. He blushed, but I knew he wanted his turn, too.
"I have an idea I want to try." he said.
"Well, hurry up, kid. I want another turn!" said Luke.
"No problem," Ryan smiled. "Sit in that chair there, Luke." We all turned to look at an old leather easy chair.
Looking puzzled, Luke sat. Ryan told him to spread his legs apart, then he pulled me off the desk and over to the chair. I had a fair idea of what was going to happen, and I trembled with excitement.
Ryan lifted me over Luke's erection, and sat me down on it. I was facing the room instead of Luke, and his cock was in my already well-used ass. Luke groaned at the tight fit, and so did I. He gripped my hips and would have started moving, but Ryan stopped him.
He hooked each of my legs over the arms of the chair, and the four men stood there for a moment, staring at my open, wet cunt, and Luke's penis buried inside my ass. Ryan undid his pants, drawing everyone's attention.
"Good God, kid! Where'd you get all that!" Paul laughed. Ryan had a large meaty bone, at the very least nine inches, and probably thicker than my wrist! My eyes widened then. He was going to double me with Luke, only he was too big! I tried to tell him, but he just said, "Shut up. You're going to get it now, and you're gonna scream for us."
He was right, part way, at least. He was considerate enough to slide his massive organ into me slowly, letting me get used to him, and the feeling of having two cocks inside me was indescribable.
He started moving, causing me to slide up and down Luke's cock too. I started moaning, and begging them not to stop. I'd never been so stretched, and I never wanted this to end. My words caused Ryan to hammer into my pussy harder and faster. Our skin meeting made slapping noises, which increased our fervor.
"Oh, god, don't stop! This feels so fucking good!" I moaned. "I'm going to cum all over you both!"
I watched as Paul, Rick, and Cory jerked off over us. Paul's was the first jism to splash onto me. He'd aimed for my face, and I opened my mouth wide, trying to catch what I could. Luke was grunting with the effort of holding his orgasm off.
Rick came on my tits, thick white gobs landing on them as they jiggled with the force of Ryan's thrusts. I lifted them up and tried to lick what I could reach, which caused Ryan to groan and jerk his hips as he came gushing inside me. His last, almost vicious thrust, was the impetus Luke needed to shoot his load deep into my ass, and all I needed to die a little death.
Cory, however, was still stroking himself. After Ryan wearily stood, Cory pulled me down to lean against the chair between Luke's legs. Then he sat astride me, and squeezed my tits together tightly. He slid his drooling cock between them, and stroked back and forth.
I bent my head and opened my mouth, and with every forward thrust he made, I sucked the head of his penis into my mouth, until I'd milked him of every last drop of semen.
After a few moments of silence, only heavy breathing being heard, they all got up and dressed. I looked up at them, smiled, and warned them not to come back. "If you do, then next time you'll leave without your dicks. Thanks for the great fuck!"
I stayed there, catching my breath for a few more minutes, then on shaky legs went back to the house. I spent an hour in the shower, washing all traces of them from my body. I was incredibly sore, yet I was also giddy. I had just experienced one of my fondest fantasies!
I curled up in bed for the third time. Before I slept, I thought about how I was going to get back at Maria. I laughed as I hit upon the perfect solution.
The next day, Maria received a messenger at her door. He handed her a large bouquet of flowers, and an expensive looking fruit basket.
"Who is this from?" she asked. "I don't know," he said. "But there's a card."
Her fingers shaking, she reached for it. Smiling she said, "It's from Jake. To apologize for yesterday!" She opened the card, and screeched in raw fury. Then she burst into tears, and slammed the door.
The deliveryman picked up the card and read, "thanks for the best 24 hours of my life!"
It was signed 'Shawn'.
