1

Leanne yelped as the first slap struck home on her bare arse cheek, leaving a red hand mark and a stinging sensation she hadn’t felt since she was very young. The second slap caught her other cheek and brought tears to her eyes. The heat was making her wet. Her embarrassment of having her arse stuck way up into the sky heightened her arousal. Being bent over a car bonnet with her pants around her ankles and her skirt hitched up over her waist was bad enough, but knowing that at least twelve men were watching her public humiliation and at least four of those were already jerking their cocks just added to her wants.

“Harder,” she rasped between clenched teeth.

His hand stuck her arse with a resounding slap that had her gasping and tears to course over her cheeks, carrying makeup in two streaks that joined at her chin before dripping off. She arched her back and stood on tiptoe, lifting her bottom higher and giving the audience an uninterrupted view of her shaven twat.

He struck again, a stinging blow that added to the redness and the heat in her belly. Her pussy began to cream and drip.

“Yes, beat me hard.”

She wanted, needed to be beaten until she was ready to take those cocks she knew would be hers to milk, very soon. She intended to return home covered in man jizz. She wanted it to be caked in her hair, soaked into her dress and her skin, to be stinking of it. She intended to be absolutely drenched in baby-making milk. See how that fucking cunt, called her boyfriend, liked that.

Enticing a stranger to provide transport to this popular dogging spot on the heath had been the work of but a few minutes only. Leanne had dressed for the occasion in a very short, plunge-necked dress and the highest heels she could find. A raised eyebrow in the pub had elicited many admiring glances and a few minutes later, had her being transported to the car park of the heath where couples went to fuck in public. Her poor driver had almost lost his load as she stroked his cock through his jeans while promising him that she was going to suck his balls dry. When she told him that he was to bend her over the bonnet of his car, yank her dress up and pull her pants down so he could spank her, he groaned and, somehow, managed to keep the car in a straight line.

Only a few cars were parked up there when they arrived. Barry, her driver and the one chosen to be her instrument of punishment, pulled over and parked in a prominent position. At one o’clock in the afternoon, it was a bit early for the mainstream Doggers, but word had gone around the pub she had extracted Barry from and within ten minutes, six or seven cars pulled up alongside and a crowd of a dozen eager watchers was congregating.

“Okay lover boy, time for the show.”

She had told him as she opened the door of the car to get out, flashing her milky white thighs as she did so. She sounded rather more confident than she really was.

Barry suddenly had an attack of nerves. Performing in front of his drinking buddies was a bit more than he had bargained for, so his exit from the car was a little hesitant, but he made it after a few seconds.

Leanne bent herself over his bonnet and waited for Barry to lift her dress and pull her panties down. Again, he was a bit hesitant and needed her hissed encouragement to get on with it, more for her own benefit than his. She didn’t want time to change her mind.

The forth slap really stung, Barry had put his weight into it. Leanne moaned and tried to lift her arse even higher. Her cunt was soaking now, glistening in the sunlight and dripping to the tarmac between her feet. Her arousal had reached a peak. She was ready to be used by these strangers, in any way. It was reckless, but Leanne didn’t care. If Rob wanted to go screwing around, then so could she, but in a far more spectacular way.

Barry had other ideas and decided she needed a little more stimulation. Seeing his handprints on her bare skin seemed only to inflame his desire to punish this whore even more. His next slap landed slightly more central, his fingertips smacked against the puckered opening of her anus.

Leanne yelped even louder and began to stand up in reaction.

“You, and you, grab her and hold her down,” Barry yelled to the nearest on-lookers.

Three men jumped forward, two grabbed an arm each, pulling her flat over the bonnet while the third grabbed her feet, lifting them off the floor. Her panties fell to the tarmac.

“Spread them,” he ordered.

Her legs were pulled apart, exposing her twat even further. Her wetness dribbled onto the paintwork of the car.

He aimed carefully and landed a hard slap that caught her labia with a resounding slap of wet flesh. She screamed as the sting registered and then screamed again as his next blow landed squarely on her cunt.

Leanne was sobbing now, protesting at the treatment she was getting, but her body betrayed her as she raised her hips to meet his blows that came regularly, hitting her moist lips and intimate parts. She knew she should stop this but at the same time, craved the attention and the mounting desire her body wanted.

Barry stopped slapping her and pulled his cock out. The eight inches of purple-veined meat was hard and dripping pre-cum. He rubbed his lubricant over his bell-end and lined it up with her hole, his previous hesitancy forgotten in the heat of the moment.

He shoved forward and plunged himself deeply into her, burying his whole length in one motion and began to fuck her in rapid strokes.

Leanne was gasping and sobbing and snivelling all at the same time. To shut her up, one of the watchers who had been rubbing himself, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so that his cock was level with her mouth. Dutifully, Leanne parted her lips and gagged a little as he thrust to the back of her throat and started to fuck her mouth.

Leanne sucked as much as she could, tasting his knob and smelling the musk of his pubic hair. If she needed an aphrodisiac, that was it. His hardness in her mouth told her he was about to cum already. Somehow she managed to get his cock out long enough to tell him to shoot his load in her hair. A few rubs of his saliva coated cock had several good spurts of jizz spraying over her dark brown tresses.

“Barry. Cum over my back please,” she gasped in time with his thrusts.

As Barry pulled out of her twat, so another was entering her mouth. A fat cock pushed between her teeth to nestle on her tongue. She suckled on the stranger’s meat, relishing the taste of him. Barry’s load flew over her back, splashing on her exposed skin and catching the folds of her dress, staining it forever.

She felt her arse cheeks being pulled apart and suddenly, a hard cock was pushing against her rosebud anus. Leanne had never been fucked in her bum, but wasn’t able to complain when the cock in her mouth was twitching, ready to deliver a fresh load. Another tick on her bucket list, being double teamed had long been a fantasy. The sudden pain of her anus being opened and spread by a thick cockhead, made her gasp, and the mouthful spurt its load. Leanne tried to swallow as much as she could, but quite a bit of the stranger’s creamy spend dribbled down her chin to soak into the front of her dress.

The whole length of the unseen stranger's cock was now deep inside her butt and was stroking at a rhythmic pace. She could feel every vein as it slid inside her. The sensation had her creaming; her orgasm approached as she thrust back on his cock, driving him deeper into her, the initial discomfort forgotten in the rush she was getting. Leanne found her hands free and managed to get a finger on her clit. It was a devastating move that took her completely. She shouted "Oh my God!" several times as she came squishily around her fingers.

The pounding in her arse quickened — he was nearing his climax. She wanted it over her face and begged for him to let her finish him off. She was flipped over and knelt on the tarmac as she jerked his huge cock off. The guy groaned and shot a load straight into her eye, making her blink rapidly and laugh as the next spurt hit her nose and lips.

Leanne could hardly support herself. Her knees were trembling too much and coordination was a little off. A couple of guys realised her predicament and helped her up, then laid her on the bonnet of Barry’s car. Three more cocks were being rubbed furiously until glob after glob hit her in the face and coated her hair. Cum dribbled down her front, leaching into her bra and dress. It was going to be ruined, but that was her intention.

Her knees were parted roughly by unseen hands to allow another cock to enter her cunt. She looked down as she felt something huge being pushed into her. The new lover was a gigantic black man whose meat was fast disappearing into her wanton body. Leanne had never been so massively filled, it felt like a rod had been pushed up her cunt and was now fucking her hard, driving the breath out of her lungs at the force of his thrusts.

Somehow, she managed to grasp a cock that was in her eye line and began to jerk it off in time with the black guys thrusting.

“Oh…my…fuck…ing…god,” she moaned in time. Her cunt was on fire as another climax hit her in waves of pleasure. “I…want..to..swa…ll…ow… that.. moth…er…fuck…er.”

He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling suddenly empty. His cock was huge as she got a close up of it. Ten, twelve inches she thought and parted her lips to receive the glistening head. Leanne worked her throat, managing to get most of it down without gagging. The size made her eyes water as she forced him as deeply as she could manage without throwing up on him. Everyone stopped to watch as probably nine inches disappeared. They could see her throat bulge where he was pushed way beyond the back of her mouth. She pulled him out, took a deep breath and then shoved him all the way into her throat quickly, knowing that he was going to blast his load straight into her guts and knowing that was exactly what she wanted.

The black guy moaned as his cock stiffened and twitched.

“I’m going to cum!” he yelled, giving her a chance to change her mind.

But Leanne was bent on her task and forced him even deeper so that his balls slapped against her chin. Blast after blast shot straight down her throat. She didn’t need to swallow, it had nowhere else to go but right into her stomach.

He pulled out and she gasped, tasting his spunk on her breath as ragged gasps filled her lungs.

Another cock was pushed into her arse, but wasn’t quite so large so wasn’t a problem. He came very quickly, blasting his jizz over her stomach.

Leanne was too fucked to take any more and held her hands up to let them know she was done. A few of her appreciative audience, jerked over her, shooting cum over her body and tits while she rested, prone on the bonnet of her car..

Then, one by one, they all drifted off to their cars and drove away. Some of them had the decency to tell her thanks and praise her as a complete star.

“Barry, would you drive me home please?”

She stunk of cum and sex and was as happy as she could possibly be.

“Sure.”

He helped her into the passenger seat and dropped her outside her apartment ten minutes later with a heartfelt thank you and a promise to do it all over again sometime. Her dress was ruined beyond repair. Cum dripped off of her and was congealing in her hair and drying on her body. Her pants were left behind in the car park, forgotten.

Rob, her boyfriend would be waiting inside, probably going frantic by now, but fuck him she thought. His little escapade with her best friend was well and truly paid back now. She only wished she had thought about having someone record it, the same as he had done with Jill.

2

“Where the fucking hell have you be…”

Rob stood at the top of the stairs, arms akimbo and his face red with rage. Midway through the sentence, he realise Leanne looked as if she had been in a train wreck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he yelled, not moving off of his spot to allow her to pass. “Fucking hell Leanne, you smell like a whore and you’re covered in goo. Where have you been?”

“Having a fucking good time,” she answered and pushed past him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

But he knew already that his girlfriend was splattered with spunk and judging by the amount, it was with more than one donor.

“It means Rob, that I fucked a group of strangers in the car park on the common. It means I got well and truly reamed and it means I swallowed cock and cum till I was totally buggered and covered in it,” she paused to take a breath while he stared open-mouthed at her. “It means Rob, that you can fuck off. You’re extra to use.”

Leanne headed for the bedroom, but Rob was not finished with her.

“You did what? You fucking slut. How many of them?”

“I gave up counting.” She rounded on him and screamed, “And, if I’m a slut, what does that make you eh? Is it alright for you to go fucking around but not me? Is that it? Eh?”

“I ain’t been fucking around,” he answered, defensively.

“Oh yeah, so what’s the fucking video you left playing on your laptop? Jill has a nice arse don’t she?” she spat at him venomously.

He looked shocked, trapped and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came for a moment.

“So lover boy, as I said, you can fuck off. I don’t need you anymore.”

“Half the flat is mine.”

“Half the stuff in this flat is your shit, but the flat belongs to Daddy, remember?”

She knew she had won and could see the defeat in his eyes.

“And, do you know what? I am going to do the whole thing again, perhaps even make a fucking movie, just like you and my ex-friend Jill did.”

She drove the knife home, straight between his second and third ribs. Her words held a barb that ensured maximum damage.

“Leanne, I can explain...” he began, but was cut off as she rounded on him and screamed.

“Explain... Explain. What the fuck can you say to explain fucking my best friend and then, if that wasn’t enough, making a fucking video of it? Explain that away you total shit.”

She paused for a breath and an effort to get her rage under control.

“I can’t believe you’d fuck Jill. I can’t believe she would fuck you. She is going to get it... fucking big time. Now, fuck off Rob. Take your stuff and just fuck off. I don’t want to see you again.”

He stood, transfixed, suddenly lost and realising that he had nowhere to go. Leanne could read his thoughts.

“Why not piss off to Jill’s? She seems to like you well enough and a damned sight more than I do.”

“Look Leanne, calm down okay? It was a one-off thing, it meant nothing.”

He spread his hands in supplication and an effort to retrieve the situation.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Rob, I gotta tell you, if I were calm, you would be fucking murdered in cold blood. I’m going for a shower to wash this shit off me. You had better be gone when I get out, otherwise, you might just find out how fucking angry I am when I have calmed down. Go on, fuck off.”

She dropped her ruined dress to the floor and gave him a glimpse of just how much cum had covered her body and soaked into her bra.

An hour later, after she had washed the collective mess left by her temporary lovers and spent a little time making sure her arse was thoroughly cleaned, Leanne sat on the edge of her bed, drying her hair and plotting her revenge. Rob had obviously just thrown some clothes into a sports bag and taken her advice. He was nowhere to be seen. She hoped that he hadn’t gone to Jill’s for succour because she didn’t want Jill to know, just yet, that she had been rumbled.

“Hi Jill. Have you seen Rob?” she asked over the phone. She made an effort to keep her voice moderated.

“No I haven’t seen him for a couple of days. Is everything okay?”

“We had a fight...” That wasn’t a lie and was a safe statement. “... I could do with a friend right now. Can you come over?” She tried just about the right amount of pleading to appeal to her friend’s sense of sympathy.

“Sure, I’ll bring a bottle shall I?”

“Okay.”

“See you in a few minutes.”

Leanne hung up and loaded the CD that Rob and her erstwhile best friend had made. She realised that it had been made at Jill’s flat. She recognised the curtains and furniture.

The doorbell rang. Leanne buzzed Jill in and pressed play on the machine. Jill’s ass played on the large plasma screen on the wall. The sound was down, seeing her friend getting royally fucked by Rob was bad enough, listening to her scream his name as she was obviously having a fantastic orgasm, was a step too far.

“Hi Leanne, I brought a bottle. So what... Oh!”

She recognised what was playing on the large screen and stood in shocked silence as his cock was pounding her pussy as she rode him.

“I threw Rob out and, before I kick the shit out of you, wanted to give you a chance to explain, if you can. Explain why my best friend would fuck my boyfriend, the guy I was going to marry. Can you explain that?”

Leanne rose from the settee, full of threat, which was implied by her posture. Her hands made into fists and her complexion ruddy from anger.

Jill stepped back automatically. Her mouth formed a moue of surprise and shock at the level of rage she was facing.

“I... I can’t explain it Leanne, it just sort of happened.”

She dropped the bottle of wine on the table next to her and made ready to run, keeping her hand on the door handle so that she could put the door between them if needed.

“I’m sorry. Really, I am so sorry.”

“Why Jill, why did you do it? I thought we were friends. Fuck me Jill, we’ve known each other since we were three. I trusted you above all else and this is how you repay me?”

She nodded towards the screen where Jill and Rob were still joined in lust and fucking towards a climax.

“I’m truly sorry. As I said, it just happened. It was just the one time.”

She put her palm up in a placating gesture.

“How could it just have happened? You made a fucking video for chrissakes. Did it just happen to be recording when Rob jumped you? It takes time to set the fucking machine up, it takes planning, not some spur of the moment fucking job. Jill, you fucked my boyfriend, you fucked him and recorded the fucking thing. How could you?”

Tears coursed down her cheeks. Tears of anger and frustration that she hadn’t hit her friend, tears of betrayal, her vision was blurred which was probably a good thing because it meant she couldn’t line her friend's face up to be slapped.

“Rob told me he had left you. Actually, he told me you had thrown him out. He was looking for sympathy and somehow, we ended up in bed. The video was his idea. I don’t even have a recorder. It seems we were both tricked by him.”

Jill took a step towards Leanne, wanting to throw her arms around her and try and make it all better.

“Don’t Jill. Right now, I could fucking kill you. Best you just go.”

Leanne turned away and hit the eject button on the remote.

“You can take that as a souvenir.”

“I can’t leave you like this Leanne.”

She didn’t know what to say but didn’t want to leave with things unsettled between them.

“You really need to go Jill. I want some time to myself and then we will see.”

“Okay. I’ll call you, okay?”

Jill didn’t want to press things, realising Leanne needed some time to get over the anger she was feeling right now. She left, shutting the door behind her. Leaving the wine and the CD and only remembering it after the front door had closed behind her.

Leanne sobbed. Hiding her face in her hands as her shoulders heaved with each wracking sob threatening to overwhelm her. She had never felt quite as alone as she did at this moment in time. Never felt so betrayed and never felt quite so friendless. Hers was a forlorn sight and lasted for a few days.

She had had her revenge on Rob. The escapade with Barry and the others from the pub flew around as a hot topic, growing in wildness as the telling went from one to another. Strangely, her reputation grew alongside the embellishments. Instead of thinking her a slut, those that knew she had slung Rob out and the reason for his expulsion, marvelled at her brazenness and her sense of revenge. She quickly passed into folklore as someone who had shown bravery akin to that on the battlefield. Rob didn’t fare so well and was universally shunned.

Some months later, her doorbell rang. Leanne picked up the receiver on the door intercom.

“Who is it?” she asked, not expecting anyone.

“Um... Hi Leanne. It’s Barry,” the disembodied voice announced.

“Barry who?”

“From the pub, you know, from the common.”

“Oh.” The mental picture ran through her mind. “What do you want Barry?”

“Well, I was hoping you might like to come out for a drink.”

It had taken Barry a few days to pluck up the courage to push her doorbell.

“Er... No, it’s okay Barry. I’m... er... a little busy right now.”

What she really wanted to say was, fuck off you creep. Having him in the car park was one thing, but having him as a boyfriend was something else entirely.

“Oh! Okay. See you around perhaps.”

He removed his finger from the intercom.

His prospective call started her thinking. She didn’t want a boyfriend right now, but since her legendary episode in the car park, she hadn’t been laid and suddenly missed it. Up to now, she had been too busy feeling sorry for herself and licking wounds. But, Barry ringing her doorbell suddenly tuned her out of that phase. No, it was time to get back into the world, but on her own terms.

She realised that, although her actions had been out of spite and in revenge towards the betrayal of Rob and Jill, she had really enjoyed the feeling of being used by any number of strangers. She remembered the total climax as their cocks used her body to dump their loads in and on. Then the thought struck her. Well, why not?

Not really thinking it through, she rushed to the window, flipped up the bottom sash and yelled at Barry’s retreating back.

“Barry, get up here right now.”

Barry turned and began to walk back. One or two people in the street also looked up, mildly interested and then hurriedly turned away as she flipped them the bird.

A few minutes later, Barry was standing on her threshold, nervously wringing his hands together and not feeling terribly sure of himself.

“Oh! Come in for God’s sake.”

She thought him a bit pathetic. His clothing didn’t help the situation where fashion had bypassed him by some measure.

“Want a drink?”

“Um, no, it’s alright.”

He stepped into her hall, looking like a condemned man.

“Okay...” Leanne started with no preamble, “... I want you to help me arrange for another...” she searched for the right word for a second, “... gangbang.” His face bordered on comical as her question settled into his mind. “Do you think you can do that?”

He squirmed a little and then nodded slowly as the thought permeated into his consciousness.

3 

Barry was indeed able to cobble together a group of his friends who jumped at the chance of fucking Leanne. After all, the girl was a legend in the pub and was the subject of conversation and conjecture almost nightly, usually with a good amount of embroidery to the story. Her fame had not diminished in the slightest. And, like fishermen’s exaggeration of dimensions, Leanne was capable of swallowing twelve inches of throbbing gristle. Reality says that she managed, perhaps, six inches at best. What wasn’t embellished in any way was her willingness to accept cum, in copious amounts.

The problem proved to be a location suitable for the occasion. In the end, one of the regulars was persuaded to set up his stock room in the back of his antiques shop. Surprisingly, it took some cajoling and a certain amount of money was exchanged.

Barry stuck his finger on her doorbell and waited for the intercom to squawk at him. Leanne’s tinny voice asked who it was and, in a somewhat less than enthusiastic tone, told him to push the door and come on up. 

“Um... It’s all set up Leanne. Dave has let us use the storage area in the back of his shop and me and my mates have set next Thursday as the best day for us.”

“A storage room, a fucking storage room, what do you take me for? Barry, surely you can do better than that?”

“You have no idea how difficult it is to find somewhere. It ain’t like we can rent a room or something. Hotels don’t go in for that kind of thing you know.”

It had taken a week or so to manage to have found the storage room. It had cost him fifty pounds and a promise that the owner would get first dibs on Leanne. With some stolen blankets and a quilt, it really was the best he could do.

“So, how many fine examples of the male gender have you managed to amass?”

Her scorn was sharper than a samurai sword and cut him down just as effectively.

“Ten confirmed and another five possible.”

“And, are you one of the fabulous ten?”

“Um... well... yes, but Dave is going to be first, his condition of using his shop.”

The poor man really didn’t stand a chance against her withering scorn.

“And when are these intrepid explorers going to perform the heroics of Hercules?”

“Um, next Thursday, if that’s alright with you? Dave’s wife is going to York overnight, so we have the shop to ourselves.”

He felt like he was apologising, trying to justify what really had been heroic actions.

“It will have to do.”

In truth, Leanne wasn’t feeling quite so confident now that this was a reality. The first time in the car park had been out of spite and revenge and no planning at all. This time wouldn’t have the same degree of passionate emotion attached to it. Getting gang fucked and soaked in cum was a very nice fantasy and had helped her tip over the edge while frigging her snatch, but this was very different. This was for real, warts and all.

Thursday eventually arrived. The preceding days had Leanne thinking of any way she could back out of the deal, but at the same time, she wanted this so much, so she turned up at the shop. Dave let her in, the bell over the door sounding like an announcement of round one in a boxing match.

He showed her into the backroom where he had prepared the quilt and blankets on a couple of tables. She trembled from head to toe. The couple of double vodkas hadn’t taken the edge off her nervousness at all. The room had been cleaned and the windows blacked out with a few of the stolen blankets. The hospital, where he worked as a porter, wouldn’t be missing them any time soon. A single, unshaded pendant light hung from the ceiling with a low wattage lamp causing more shadow than lux-light. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with indistinct goods, mysterious in the poor light.

“There’s a loo through there...” he nodded with his head towards a door that needed repainting, “...If you want to get ready. The guys will be here in about ten minutes. I just got to make a call.”

Dave was probably in his late fifties and didn’t look as if he could actually perform. His back was slightly bent, giving him a stooped look.

She opened the door into the toilet which was in a foul condition. The bowl looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in the longest time with a brown scale rim at the water’s edge. Leanne felt sordid suddenly and was ready to walk out.

In the few minutes she had been in the toilet, Barry had arrived, bringing with him two other men. They successfully blocked her means of escape by standing in the doorway. That is, if she wanted to escape. Their leering looks of appraisal travelled from head to toe. The leers turned to expectant smiles; she was everything her infamy said she was and far better than they had expected.

Barry chirruped up.

“Leanne, this is Clive…” he nodded towards a large man who wore a scruffy pair of jeans and a checked shirt that was un-tucked, “…and this is Frank. You have met Dave.”

The guy called Dave had slid in through the store door unnoticed.

“It looks like we will have seven, after all; a couple have dropped out.”

Frank was a much smaller man, wiry, with eyes that never settled. He had a puffer style jacket on, even though it wasn’t cold outside.

“Um… Barry, I’m not sure I can do this… I mean, well it just doesn’t feel right. I’m sorry.”

It was Clive who did the talking for them. He moved a lot faster than might be expected for his size. In less than a second, he was across the room, had grasped Leanne by the waist in two huge hands, lifted her off the floor and sat her on the tables with the quilt on. Although a powerful man, he was surprisingly gentle. In not very much longer, he had her clothes off, either ripping them off her body or just pulling her out of them. And then, just as she opened her mouth to yell at him, his palm was across her mouth, stifling whatever she was about to say. He whispered into her ear.

“I’ve come a long way for this little lady. It would be a shame for it to be a wasted trip. I hope you can change your mind but it’s up to you.”

Down to her panties and bra with a huge hand covering her mouth, Leanne realised that her main fantasy was likely to come true. Often, she had masturbated, imagining being forced into a gangbang and used as a fuck and cum slut by a group of strangers. It thrilled and appalled her at the same moment.

“Now, you and I are going to have a little moment to ourselves for a tiny chat while these gentlemen fuck off for a few.”

He said it loud enough for them to hear and take the hint. Silently, they shuffled out into the main shop area, leaving Leanne and her captor alone.

“Okay…” He still had not released her mouth, “… this is how it’s going to go down, okay? Me and the lads are going to fuck you stupid. You will swallow cock, you will take it in the arse and you will get blasted with cum. But, and I kid you not, no one will hurt you because, if they do, I will hurt them a whole lot more.”

His gaze was steady, boring into her head. She realised he had brown flecks in the green of his iris. Leanne thought that perhaps he was capable of hurting people in a very bad way, and that, perhaps, he would enjoy doing it.

“I will look after you and I will make sure you are okay afterwards."

Leanne was frightened, mostly, but her quim had started to throb suddenly and his telling her what to expect, promoted those visual images that had, so often, been a feature of her, self arousal. She was dribbling from her pussy, soaking the gusset of her panties and slicking her hidden lips. Her heart rate had climbed several notches and her breathing was shallow and fast.

“So, Sweetheart, are you ready to get the show on the road?”

Leanne nodded, fearing that her voice would betray her arousal.

“Fantastic! Shall we see who we have outside now? Let’s get ‘em in and start this party shall we?"

He turned away from her, confident that she wouldn’t move, like a rabbit, frozen in on-rushing headlights. He opened the door and called them in.

“Right guys, I am going to run this little performance. You will each get a turn and can fuck her any way you like. But, and this is really important, you hurt her and you deal with me okay? One other rule, you only come over her body, face or in her mouth, anywhere else and it will be the last fuck you have. Got it? Good.”

Dave, Barry and Frank had been joined by two others. The room was hardly large enough for the six men to line the walls. Clive took the space of two men where his bulk filled more area than it had a right to.

“Okay, I believe the deal was that Dave was to get first dibs, being his shop and all that. So away you go, Dave, give her a bloody good seeing to.”

Clive realised that Leanne still had her panties and bra on. He ordered her to take them off while Dave fumbled with his belt and trousers.

Completely naked, Leanne lay on top of the quilt and waited for Dave to get his cock out. It was obvious that he was really very nervous. His hands shook and, when he finally managed to get his organ into the outside world, it was completely flaccid. She realised that he would need some major coaxing, and so rolled to her side, grasped his quivering penis and sucked him into her mouth.

He smelled a little like his shop, musty and old, out of date. She nearly giggled as the thought that it hadn’t been used in some time crossed her mind. As if proving its lack of use and despite her best efforts, Dave was not getting aroused at all. His cock stayed as limp as it had when it first saw the light. Apologetically, he withdrew and mumbled about not being comfortable with everyone watching.

“Come on guys, we can do better than this, surely?” Clive yelled at them. “Get your cocks out and let’s see a bit of action, shall we?”

He unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive dick that was already showing some interest, being semi-hard.

The others followed suit. Within a few minutes, four more cocks were pointing at her and getting rubbed into life by busy hands.

Frank came at her, his uncut cock aimed at her mouth and still being pumped in his fist.

“Open wide darling.”

He pushed his length into her mouth and began to fuck her face. He smelled clean, which was nice, and had little or no taste which wasn’t quite so nice. Leanne liked the taste of a man and, because of the lack, her sucking of him was purely functional and did nothing for her. Frank, on the other hand, was enjoying himself immensely. His precum began to leak as his cock stiffened and in turn, began to arouse Leanne’s interest. A finger questing at her clit helped to inflame her senses, and she began to suck in earnest, cramming as much of Frank as she could into her mouth.

The finger found her nub and teased it to hardness. It was heavenly having two centres being seen to at the same time. She could feel Frank’s cock beginning to swell. His head was completely uncovered from its protective sheath of puckered skin, but was totally enveloped in her warm mouth, her tongue massaging his organ, bringing him near to completion. Someone had grasped her left breast, tweaking her nipple into life and pinching it, adding to the mounting pressure in her stomach.

Suddenly, Frank pulled out of her mouth and gripped his throbbing shaft in one hand while the other held her head still by spreading his whole hand over her forehead. His jacking soon had him spilling his cum. The first spurt shot from his cock and caught her in a direct hit to her eye, filling it with his viscous fluid and clouding her vision. Another of her fantasies had just been realised — she had always wanted to know what getting cum in her eyes would be like, but had been kept a secret kink after seeing a website called 'Pink Eye'. It stung a little, but otherwise was okay. Her fantasy was known only to her. His subsequent blasts of cum hit her cheek and nose, covering her face in man juice.

So intent on Frank’s actions, Leanne hadn’t realised that the finger on her clit had been replaced with a cock inside her until it started banging her with deep and powerful thrusts. She was able to encourage her coital partner when she realised, by wriggling her hips to drive him deeper into her depths.

From her one eye not covered in cum, she could see that the cock banging away in her cunt belonged to Barry. His jeans had been pulled down, but only as far as his thighs. He wasn’t so big, but with cum drying in her eye and over her face and her nipples being mercilessly tweaked, his cock was doing a great job of filling her cavity and was getting her to a nice buzz. She could hear the words of encouragement coming from the other guys who stood, pretty much, in a line, rubbing their cocks until their turn.

Barry started to grunt and hump her with a bit more urgency. Suddenly, he pulled out of her and with a few pumps of his fist, was spraying thick wads of juicy cum over her stomach and all the way up to the base of her tits in long strings of milky jizz.

He stepped back and was replaced by another of the guys whose name hadn’t been mentioned. The guy slid into her, his entrance made easy by the copious amounts of her natural lubricant. Leanne was verging on a massive orgasm. It needed only one thing to trigger it. That soon came, as another cock pushed its way between her lips and slid over her tongue. She couldn’t see which one this was and didn’t care. The combination of two cocks sent her over the edge. She moaned and arched her back as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Now she was really enjoying the whole thing.

Her leg was gripped at her thigh and hooked over a shoulder, which turned her sideways. Leanne had a fairly good idea of what was to come next and wasn’t disappointed when the cock in her cunt was joined by another, trying to work its way into her arse. Several aborted tries must have had the guy almost desperate to get inside her, his clumsy attempt suddenly shot into her cunt, joining his mate and stretching her far wider than she had ever been before. She found that she didn’t mind the stretching and filling of her pussy, but it wasn’t to last very long, just a few strokes until he must have realised that he wasn’t where he meant to be. He adjusted and tried again at her anus. Eventually, his cock head managed to pass her outer ring and then his whole length was rammed deep inside her. She grunted as he bottomed out and then began to ream her in time with the thrusting cock in her other canal. The friction between the two cocks and the thin separating wall soon had her screaming another, overwhelming and earth-shattering climax. Leanne had never had two cocks banging her holes at the same time. The feeling was incredible and kept her on a wave of climax.

The guy in her cunt pulled out quickly and quickly pointed his cock at her head. Almost immediately, he shot his cum all over her face and into her mouth. Before she had time to even get a proper taste, the cock from her ass was forced into her cum coated mouth. His taste was interesting and quite different. Very quickly, his cock was twitching and blowing its load to the back of her throat. Leanne swallowed as much as she could, licking her lips in a luscious show.

She was given a few minutes rest. Clive gave her some water from a glass tumbler that, she notice in the detached way we pick up trivia, that was quite scratched, making it look cloudy. Somehow, it matched the squalor of the shop and its back room. A tissue was thrust at her which she used to wipe the jizz from her eye.

Dave came at her for another attempt. This time, however, his small cock was as hard as it had ever been. Seeing her covered in his friends cum had enlivened the little-used organ and his feverish rubbing had woken it up somewhat. Leanne opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, accepting his circumcised head between her teeth. She grasped him at his root and began to wank him into her warm mouth, feeling him stiffen as blood rushed to engorge it.

“I’m going to cum... Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he yelled in time with her ministrations.

“Come on lover, let me have it all,” Leanne purred as his cock began to twitch in her hand.

He yelled something unintelligible and blasted the back of her throat with rather more than Leanne was prepared for.

“Fuck, you must have been saving it up,” she managed to mumble, having swallowed most of it. The rest slid over her chin and splashed onto her chest.

“Thank you.”

Poor Dave looked grateful. Leanne was sure that this might have been his first in a very long time.

“Okay Sweetheart, let's boogie.”

Clive’s cock was out, looking purple and angry. He parted her legs and shoved his huge cock, all the way to his root, into her pussy, bottoming out against her cervix.

“Careful with that fucking thing, will ya?” she yelled at him, but anything else she might have said was quickly stifled by a large and thick black cock that filled her mouth. She hadn’t seen him arrive. Clive’s cock drove into her, creating a delicious friction that soon had her panting and gasping for air. Having a thick black cock in her mouth wasn’t helping. They were both fucking her willing holes in unison, both thrusting and then almost pulling all of the way out together, almost like they had practised.

The pace began to quicken as shouts of encouragement were yelled at them by the other guys standing around. Cries of, Go on, fuck that cunt and make her fucking swallow that mother fucker, amongst other expletives were driving the two men on. The yells started to become a chant, setting the pace. It got faster and faster until both were a blur to Leanne. The lack of oxygen and the intense climax that rippled through her constantly were making her begin to lose consciousness. Somehow, she managed to stick her arm up and halt the onslaught before she completely blacked out.

She gasped lungfuls of air when his cock was taken out of her mouth.

“Fuck guys, are you trying to fucking kill me?” She gasped once or twice more, as if to reinforce her question.

“No darling, just having a good time. Are you ready for some more?” The black guy’s voice seemed to be a rumble, she felt the vibration in her chest.

“Just take it easy. Okay?”

Leanne grasped the black cock and wondered how she had managed not to suffocate. It was so fat. Her hand could only just encircle it. She licked the black head and slowly sunk him into her mouth, but kept her hand wrapped around it so that she didn’t take too much into her throat. She wanted to enjoy this duo rather than wake up when it was all over.

Clive fed his cock back into her pussy, filling her canal and stretching the walls. She had never had anything quite so large inside her; it felt fantastic and the slower pace meant that she was able to feel all of his length as it slipped to her depths. He was as deep as he had ever been, but because it wasn’t quite so violent, she found that her canal stretched to accommodate his length and enjoyed the sensation.

They set a steady rhythm that soon had her climbing to a peak. Her body started to convulse in ecstasy as yet another climax mounted rapidly. Suddenly, the wave hit her and overwhelmed her senses. A climax of the utmost proportions took her. She felt a gush of her juices flood from her body and splash back off of Clive’s thighs.

She managed to drag the black guy’s cock from her mouth, but all she could manage was “Oh!” She was completely bereft of speech or even coherent thought.

“Open your mouth baby...” the black guy rumbled to her, “... I’m going to cum, right now.”

His aim was perfect. After a few seconds, long strands of thick white jizz was being laid on her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. It felt like a gallon of jizz was swilling around her mouth and over her tongue. Leanne playfully gargled, making cum bubbles that popped on her teeth. It must have looked just right, because Clive pulled out of her pussy and aimed his cock into her mouth. The first spurt landed on her tongue, the second, third and fourth covered her face and hair.

Leanne was totalled. She stank of jizz, tasted of the stuff and could feel it drying on her face and tits. She had never been quite so satisfied or sated. She lay still for several minutes while her heart settled to something near normal. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious, which was stupid she knew, but, right at this very moment, she was in a place she had never shared with anyone, let alone a group of guys who were watching her like she was a sideshow.

“I need a cigarette.”

She hadn’t smoked for five years, but suddenly needed one. She coughed on the first pull, but enjoyed the feeling as the smoke hit her lungs. She sat up, for some reason, covering her tits and felt the rasp of dried cum as it flaked on her skin.

With the main show over, the guys started to drift off, leaving the room and then the sound of the bell over the shop door as they departed to the street. Only Clive and Dave remained in the room. Dave had her clothes draped over his arm, offering them to her.

Leanne stubbed the cigarette out on the floor and dressed slowly, the effort almost too much for her. Eventually, she stood and asked if she could get a lift home.

“Are you okay Leanne?” Clive asked and then said, “that was some show you put up there. Thank you.”

He grasped her hand and led her from Dave’s squalid room into the shop and then the street towards a black BMW 325i convertible, parked a little way down the road. Carefully, he helped her get in the front seat and drove her home with only directions being said.

When they arrived outside her apartment, he gallantly opened her door and offered his arm for her to grasp.

“Seriously Leanne, that really was something quite special. If you want to do that again, give me a call eh?” Clive looked into her eyes, hopefully.

“Somehow, I doubt it will happen again,” she said and meant it. She had been royally fucked and cum covered, but she really didn’t think it could or would happen again. She left him at the curb, entered her apartment and headed straight for the shower. All of her fantasies having now been realised.