I looked down at my body and tried to control the way my breasts heaved. My heart was racing faster than a formula 1 car. I knew I had to do it. I knew that. I stood and watched the door to the barn to see whether there was any indication of who was inside. I could just about see the rather dim lighting trying its best to leak around the doorframe and through the odd gash in the wooden slats.

I started to walk closer to the door and stopped just out of reach of the door handle. I kept asking myself the same question. Did I want to go through with this?

ooOoo

In my head, I knew why I was standing here, deliberating as to whether to open Pandora’s box. That was all down to my new boyfriend, Matt. We met online. He was lush, which in itself is quite funny, because that’s the name of the site we met on. It didn’t take us long to become more familiar with each other. I was instantly attracted to him and I guess he felt the same way. It took me even less time to fuck the shit out of him when my hand pressed up against the left hand side of his jeans. My hand snaked across the surface, and I remember opening my mouth in disbelief, looking into his face and wondering when the bulge was going to stop.

I was smiling to myself and had an instant giggling fit as I touched him and looked up into his smug steel-blue eyes. He didn’t need to say a word. We both knew.

For ages, I kept remembering that night, over and over. Lucky for me it wasn’t a one night stand. It lasted. We lasted.

ooOoo

I smiled and reached out to the door handle. My hand was shaking and I pulled it back to my heaving chest. I quickly rolled my finger over my left nipple to try and pump up my wanton response, so that my body would be more in tune to what my brain was telling it. My nipple hardened instantly, especially when the cold breeze of that Autumn night pressed against my flimsy top.

I listened carefully for any sounds. There were none. But I knew someone was inside. I knew that. Matt had told me that people would be inside, waiting for me.

Did I want to meet them? More to the point, could I resist the urge to meet them?

My whole body was crying out with need. My head, on the other hand, was a little unsure. I knew that if I let my body take my hand and lead me through the door, my head would follow. But this time, I wanted to see if my head would do the leading.

ooOoo

I was always a shy lass at school, and at university. It was only when I had my first or second office job that I started to actively interact with the people around me. I saw them in a different light. They weren’t people that wanted to be better than me, more like equals. They were people that were in the same boat as me, and soon, I found myself drinking, socialising, flirting and fucking with them. I had my limits of course, what nice girl wouldn’t.

Matt blew my limits away within one month of us meeting each other. I soon found myself out of control in his hands. The sex was awesome. He fucked me in a way that – well, in a way that no-one else had. He explored me, explored what I liked and what I didn’t like. Then he pushed my limits beyond any known boundary, real or imaginary. I loved him for that.

The sex was raw, fast, urgent and yet still loving, sensual and erotic when it needed to be. I was becoming as bad as him when it came down to the quick and dirty fucks from behind the just-closed-in-time doors. I often found myself squeezing his erection in bars and clubs, and we both knew that as soon as we could, we would have either a dirty and quick fuck or sensual and loving one when the time was right. Only time would tell which one it would be. I liked that uncertainty.

Over time, Matt suggested introducing other people to our sex play. Unlike some women, I wasn’t put off by his suggestions and I was definitely up for it and was eager to explore. Soon after, a friend of his, Jason, joined us one evening. He was cute. Not masterful, more the loving type, but boy could he lick pussy. His cock was much smaller than Matt’s, but hey, where in the world would I ever get a portion of meat that was as big as Matt’s.

The threesome with Jason blew my mind at the time. He didn’t seem to mind anything that happened, and at one point, I was completely lost in a sixty-nine with Jason when Matt’s cock entered me from behind. Jason’s tongue wasn’t always on my pussy so I could only have guessed where else it might have been.

That night ended too soon. I could have gone on for much longer, experimenting and finding out where my sexual limits lay.

I knew then, that I wanted more of Jason and Matt together. The feelings they stirred in me would not be diminishing anytime soon.

ooOoo

My head said, “You fucking want this girl. Speak friend and enter!”

Why quotes from The Lord of the Rings were going through my head, I had no idea. 

I tried to calm my nerves by breathing steadily and quietly. I put my hands over my breasts and felt them. My eyes slid back into their cavity as I revelled in the touch of my hands. I stared at the door. I just wished that someone would make a sound and invite me in.

No, this had to be done by me. This was my decision, not theirs, not Matt’s. Mine.

I looked behind me. To the car I had left some twenty yards away.

ooOoo

I must admit, Matt’s description of this evening’s event turned me on so much. We were out at a restaurant, having dinner, when he told me about the coming Saturday night and what he had planned.

Three words came out of my mouth as I stared at him which can be summarised as OMG.

They were quickly followed by, “You’re fucking joking!”

He wasn’t joking at all. He was deadly serious. For a second time I asked him how many. He told me again.

I picked up some prawn on my fork and pushed it into my mouth. Putting the fork down, I picked up my glass of white wine and took a swig.

“You don’t have to go, it’s entirely your decision,” he told me as he continued eating.

I didn’t have to go. What kind of stupid statement was that, when all I could feel was my pussy leaking as if the wine was going straight through me. I remember holding the glass up with one hand close to my face, my lips pursed, my eyes staring into his face, waiting for him to stop and look at me.

He did stop. He did look at me and he did smile.

Yes, the bugger smiled.

ooOoo

I stared at the car for ages. I looked beyond its windscreen; to the man sitting at the steering wheel. The same man that was looking back at me. Intently.

I smiled.

He smiled, but I could see that flicker of recognition in his face. The very thought that had propagated through to his facial features said it all. He knew I was going to go through with it.

I knew I was too, but I started to walk back towards him. I shrugged and held my hands palm upwards as if to ask, “Should I?”

Matt didn’t respond. I stopped walking and just waited for him to give me a sign. Still nothing.

I was getting wetter as I watched him. The thoughts of what was inside that barn thrilled me. I turned and walked back to the door. I grasped the knob and twisted it. I pulled it towards me and with the confidence of a slut, I walked straight through to the room beyond.

The door swung for a while, creaking on its hinges and then closed to within two inches of the frame. The room was cold and dimly lit with the odd candle or two. Dangerous, I thought, given that the place was full of hay bales stacked along the side and a few choice ones placed in the centre of the room.

I looked around me. No-one was there.

I wondered whether Matt was lying, but I knew that wasn’t his style. I felt my lip quiver as I eagerly focused on different parts of the room; some parts darker than others. My head turned suddenly to a noise from my left and out of the dark recesses walked a man. My mind analysed his features quickly, middle aged, about fifty, a grey well-kept beard, fit, tattoos on his arms and shoulder, naked, fuck!

My eyes dropped to his groin. I let out a gasp. A good gasp. When I next looked at his face, he was smiling.

Another noise, from my right this time, as the door was shut and locked behind him. My mind took the same approach as he turned towards me, thirty’ish, nice arse, rugged looking, I skipped the rest and ended up on fuck! Again.

Another gasp released from my mouth and my lips were trying their best to smile. My body was shaking so much with excitement and my eyes drawn to the appendage dangling from their groin.

My senses registered more movement, both in front of me and behind. I glanced behind me quickly but turned to concentrate on the person approaching me from the front. I smiled at him with ease, he looked easy going. I labelled him as a smart professional and was glad that his cock was more normal. At least one of them was.

Suddenly I was grabbed from behind. One arm wrapped around my body and breasts and held me firm while the other quickly wrapped a black scarf around my eyes. It was quickly tied to the back of my head and I was released. I let out a few gasps and staggered forward a few inches, more at the surprise than anything else. I could feel my breasts heaving in front of these men. I knew what was going to happen and, to be honest, I could have done without the blindfold.

A finger stroked down the length of my face from my ear to my chin. Then two fingers touched my lips. I opened my lips almost instinctively searching for the fingers to lick.

The man in front of me spoke. “Looks like she fucking wants it – badly.”

He was dead right. I let my hands spread from my hips outwards, hoping that they would not be disappointed.

I screamed to the ripping sound of my white top. I felt my nipples harden significantly as the cold air stroked at them and pinched them. I heard a swishing noise and realised the top was discarded somewhere across the room. I felt fingers unbuckle my jeans, the zip was pulled downwards and my body forcefully lifted into the air. I started to gasp as I was manhandled. Shoes were removed and I felt my jeans pulled forcibly down my legs by the waistband. They too were ripped from my body; turning inside out as they left my feet behind them.

I was replaced on the floor, on my feet, with a hand clasping the middle of my bum. I was breathing heavily and waited.

It was seconds before I started to push my arse back onto the fingers probing my anus. I felt a hand on my left breast and then a different one on my right. It was replaced quickly with a mouth and my nipple responded to the wetness and pressure of his lips.

The finger penetrated my anus. It felt really good. The two sources of pleasure making my body squirm and react positively to their actions.

My left hand was guided and a smile broke on my face at the same time as I blurted out the words, “Oh, Fuck!”

I wrapped my hand around the biggest cock that I had handled and I stroked it eagerly. Pulling it away from its body and hardening it significantly. My other hand was provided with the same source of joy and my eagerness extended to pulling both cocks towards me at the same time.

At that precise moment, I wanted to be forced to the ground, on my knees and finding my mouth full of cock, but I had to satisfy myself with synchronously pulling on the two provided to me.

Apart from my outbursts, not a word was spoken. There was no need to speak. All of us knew what words we would use if we needed to.

My tits were still being manhandled and I felt a cock slid between the cheeks of my bum. I wanted it in me and considered telling him as much. I didn’t particularly care which hole he would choose. Before I could utter a word, a firm hand rested on my shoulder and I was pushed down onto my knees.

At last, I thought some cock to suck on. I wasn’t disappointed. I relied on the guy presenting his cock to my lips to guide it in; as my hands were otherwise engaged. Its rigidness slipped between my lips and I took control from there. I pushed my neck forward and let it penetrate my throat; I was good at oral, as Matt would testify in my defence. I had to be, in order to take him down my throat. I played with his cock for a while, taking it deep and then teasing the head with my lips and tongue.

The two guys in my hands were amazingly big. While I sucked on Mr. Average in front of me my mind was working overtime on the combinations. I knew how I wanted to be taken by these two massive cocks I was handling, and I hoped they realised that. Anything else would have been disappointing.

A hand grasped the back of my head and I found myself being pulled into Mr. Average’s cock that was dancing on the end of my tongue. Fuck, he was insistent I swallow him, and I greedily complied.

I could feel tears seep from the edges of my eyes and I swallowed as much saliva as my glands were producing. Suddenly the cock was removed from my mouth and I gasped for air.

Another hand took over on the back of my head and I found myself spreading my lips a little wider to accommodate a much bigger intrusion. I let go of the other cocks I was stroking. My hands came up on the buttocks of the guy feeding me his meat and I pulled my mouth onto it. Inch by dirty inch I fed it down my throat and was not satisfied until, even I, gagged a little. I knew it wasn’t the biggest of the cocks that I had clocked earlier, so this must have belonged to the guy behind me.

I sucked hard on it, lifting my head off and back onto its full length. I fondled his balls, gentle at first and then I almost pulled them off his body completely as I tugged hard on them. I replaced my hands back on his arse to stop him from going anywhere immediately, and I face fucked him.

I wanted his spunk down my throat and I could tell he was close. His hand started to stroke my hair and then, with a more firm hand, helped me engulf him with every forward stroke. I heard him moan and then utter those wonderful words associated with the male orgasm.

I pushed my mouth all the way down to the base of his cock and I waited. I felt his juice shoot and slide down my throat. I knew that after a few more seconds of this it would be safe to lift my mouth from him and suck him dry. I felt every pulse of his cock, on my lips, on my tongue and down my throat and I loved every minute. His hot spunk soothed my throat as it made its way to my stomach.

I slowly pushed my head backwards and felt the last jet of spunk fill my mouth. I sucked on the end of his cock before I swallowed all his spunk. I replaced my lips over his cock to gather up, and revel in the last drops, licking my tongue around it and between his slit as I did so.

I was rudely pulled from my task by the strong arms of one of the other guys. I wanted to see them, wanted to know what they thought of my technique but I was not allowed this sense.

I was half dragged to the hay bales in the centre of the room. The man positioned me on all fours and pushed me onto them. I waited for his cock to thrust up inside me but it didn’t come. Hands grasped my arms and I was pulled forward onto the bloke already lying on the bales. I wiggled up his body and let my stomach brush against his cock. Fuck he was big. I seemed to be brushing against it for ages. I was pushed upwards, helped by the guy behind me. A cockhead was pushed against the entrance to my cunt and soon I found myself in heaven.

I pushed downwards onto it from above. I was half standing, half kneeling on the bales, as he and I, fed his monster into my cunt. Slowly but surely I ate it. Every inch was absorbed into my body and I finally rested my hands on his chest as I pushed my arse backwards; letting it come out a little before pulling my cunt back onto it.

Fuck, it was nice. My head swirled in circles of pure pleasure. As I fucked this monster I kept wondering why I chose the word nice. It was the worst adjective to use and did little to describe anything of how I was feeling.

I started to moan and groan with the depth of penetration and it wasn’t long before I screamed out loud with my first orgasm. I was making a lot of noise, but I hardly moved an inch as my body responded and overtook me. It was him that took the initiative. Seeing me pant and gently riding his cock, he raised me up by the cheeks of my arse and fucked his cock into me with some urgency.

I came again, in seconds this time, and then again until he stopped thrusting and let me rest on top of him.

Although I never spoke, my mind urged him not to come inside me. I wanted him to last much longer than one fuck.

A hand pushed me forward from behind and I fell onto his chest. I felt a cock slip past my lips and I eagerly raised my hand to steady it and feed it into my mouth. It too was of a normal size and I sucked eagerly on it.

Then I felt it. Exactly what I wanted. Mr. Big2’s cock brushed my backside.

If only they could read my thoughts, they would have betrayed my pleasure completely. ‘Please God, let this be it.’

I felt a dollop of cold jelly all over my arse. I heard a shuffle of knees and I felt the guy in front of me hold my hands steady. Mr Big1, underneath me, grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto him.

A cock pushed at my anus and didn’t stop moving until it was firmly inside. I was gasping right up to the point when the head slipped past my sphincter.

I spoke. I let out those immortal words “Oh! Fuck! Yes!”

More shuffling behind me meant Mr. Big2 was ready and in position. I felt his cock scorch its way inside my bottom. I felt it push its way inside me until he bottomed it. I then felt him remove it and with more cold jelly, pushed it back inside. I gasped when he pushed it in so forcefully. Not only was he fucking into me, but the guy underneath me was also fucking hard and giving me his cock. It was, as if they were taking it in turns. One in, one out, and vice versa.

The guy in front of me replaced his cock into my mouth, though I was not aware at the time that it had come out. I started to get seriously fucked by two monster cocks; one in each of my most precious holes and I was sucking on a third.

It felt so fucking degrading, yet I loved it. Every fucking minute of it.

They lasted a lot more than a few minutes and I was beginning to think I was losing my touch. I was double fucked for what seemed like ages. It was gorgeous. I was completely filled at both ends and a third cock was now uncontrollably spurting down my throat for a second time that night.

I heard the men grunt like animals as they pounded their cocks into me. I had lost count of the numerous orgasms I experienced which seemed to be equally distributed between my anus and cunt.

I swallowed all the spunk that was offered to me and felt a pang of disappointment when the cock was suddenly removed from my arse. I felt his spunk splash onto my backside and over the crack of my arse. I would have given anything to have had Jason, below me, licking it all up.

Being impaled by one cock was no longer good enough. I rode up and down on it until he too spurted his juices into me. With one last thrust I brought my aching and depraved body to what I thought would be its last orgasm of the night.

I was lifted off the cock below me and I wobbled a bit on the hay bale while Mr. Big1 crawled from underneath me. My blindfold was removed and a huge grin appeared on my face as I clocked each and every one of the men. Eye to eye, a slight shake of my head and a huge grin registered my approval with each and every one of them.

Mr. Big1 was the only one to speak. “Stay there,” he said, “on all fours.” He winked at me as he walked away.

I looked at him not knowing what was happening and watched as they all blended back into the darkness of the surrounding barn.

There was silence for a while. My senses were all on edge. All I could hear was the constant whoosh of blood rushing through my veins. I was still breathing heavily but despite the several orgasms, I still found time to stroke a finger across my swollen pussy lips; energising my clit further. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked off some spunk that was easing its way out of my pussy.

“My, oh my! You are a slut, aren’t you Melissa.”

The voice came from behind me. I started to look around and over my shoulder. I saw a woman walk beside me.

I gasped as I looked at her with my mouth open in disbelief. I followed her as she walked in front of me. She was as naked as me. Her breasts were just as big as mine. I watched as they wobbled from side to side and up and down as she strode in front of me. Her arse was spectacular with a few more pounds attached to it than mine. But there again, mine had probably lost a few after the pounding it had just received.

She stopped in front of me. I was relieved that the blindfold had been removed so that I could feast my eyes over her body.

She sat down. Legs opened wide on the hay bale in front of me. I could not miss her moist pussy that she so wantonly exposed to my gaze. She smiled at me.

“So,” she started, “You think you’ve been fucked do you?”

I looked dumbfounded. I didn’t understand her words at all. I nodded approval.

I watched as her leg move upwards and she inserted her leg into a tangled mess of straps. She repeated the process with the other leg. Standing up, she pulled the straps up to her waist and she tied them around herself. She bent down to reach for something behind the bale.

That was when I gasped out loud at the twelve, maybe more inches of silicone cock that she presented to my eyes. Holding it at the firm end, she let it wobble in front of my eyes. She slipped the end into the ring in front of her and pulled the cock through it; tightening the whole device by the straps around her thighs and waist. The cock sprung up, wobbled a bit, but stayed mostly horizontal.

It was fucking huge. I watched it with a smirk on my face. An uncertain smirk, that is.

She stepped towards me, holding the phallus in her hand and presenting it to my lips. I kissed it. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do with it or how depraved she wanted me to behave.

I found myself warming up a little. I was mesmerised by her tits as they jiggled in front of me. I watched them out of the top of my eyes as I sucked and licked on her cock.

“Is this all for me?” I said.

She nodded. “All for you, baby. All for you.”

I found myself on heat once more.

Her cock bobbed as she walked behind me. I watched until my neck hurt a little and then I turned my head to face forwards. It seemed the right thing to do at the time.

I felt her kneel behind me. I felt her part my swollen lips with her fingers and her fingernails smear the leaking spunk from my cunt over my folds. I felt her cock nudge against my lips and ease its way inside. I felt it all. All the way up inside me, opening me up, until she stopped. Her pubic mound, flush against my bum.

My eyes had closed so tight that I held myself still with the intrusion. I waited for her to fuck me. It didn’t come.

I felt her withdraw and then push her cock back into me. I guess she was warming it up or something. It was when her hands fell onto my waist that I knew it was about to get a lot more frantic. Her cock withdrew fully, and hovered over my entrance. Her hands caressed my hips; she even leant forward a little and cupped my breast in her hand. I felt her pinch my nipple. It was a harsh pinch, not a loving one.

She raised her body, replaced her hands on my waist and tightened her grip. Without warning, she pushed her cock all the way home.

I gasped out loud.

“Do you like that?” she uttered, fucking her cock into me a second time; hard and fast.

“Yes. Yes I do.” I gasped loudly.

She withdrew and fucked it in again.

“I love fucking women. You don’t know how much this turns me on.”

I nodded and replied, “I think I do.” I said as my eyes drifted upwards into my eyelids.

“You have no fucking idea how hot I get impaling a virgin pussy. Virgin to me that is!”

I was getting the picture loud and clear. With every thrust, she paused, withdrew, grabbed my waist firmly and thrust hard into me. Time after time. Thrust after thrust. Repeating the whole process until I cried out once more in abject pleasure. I came hard on the end of her cock. Fucking hard. It wasn’t the penetration as such. It was all about who was doing it, and her attitude. I loved how she paused before fucking her cock into me every time. My mind contributed significantly to the pleasurable feelings that were permeating my cunt. It was awesome.

“Has anything occurred to you yet?” she asked me.

I was panting from my orgasm. I shook my head and replied, “I’m getting fucked.”

She laughed and then giggled. “Yes, but this one doesn’t get soft.”

She thrust it back into me as hard as before, then again and again. Her speed increased. Her thrusts got faster and faster until she lost her hold on my hips.

At that point in time my head was jerked back quite violently and my neck extended like a swan as she pulled back on my hair. All her force was concentrated between two points of my body, her cock and her hands. With each forward thrust she pulled back on my hair. I let out a loud grunt with every thrust, I could hardly say a word as she fucked me, relentlessly. The pleasure was pouring out of my very soul like liquid from a holed watering can.

On my third orgasm, she let go of my hair. Her cock eventually slipped from me with her last thrust and I flopped forwards onto the hay. The whole made-up-bed shook as I hit it hard, gasping for my life.

“Oh! Fuck. Oh Fuck, yes, that was so fucking good. So fucking good.”

I had to get the words out quickly to let her know how good it felt in case she pulled back on my hair, raised my body, and penetrated my arse before fucking me again. I was certainly up for it if she was. In fact I was expecting it.

I heard nothing.

“That was so fucking good.” I repeated and started to look around.

There was no one there. The room was empty and quiet once more, except for me. I seemed to be making a hell of a lot of noise.

I slowly arose from the hay bale and sat on the edge. I looked around the room once more. Everywhere was quiet, and in those further to reach places, dark as well.

I looked around the room. I was absolutely shattered and sated. My body ached. My pussy and arse was more than a little sore and I completely lost count of all the orgasms. I didn’t realise I could have that many.

As I probed the room, my thoughts slipped back to the time when both the guys fucked into me at the same time. Each orgasm flowed from the previous one like they were connected. I shivered at the thought.

Remembering something like that eventually spoils a good girl like me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my shoes off to my left. I collected them and slipped them on. I eventually found and picked up my torn top and trousers; holding them tightly in my hands. My breasts were still heaving as I walked to the barn door and opened the lock. I pushed the door wide open with what little strength I had left.

I looked at the car. Matt was still looking through the same fucking windscreen as he was when I entered the barn. I walked to the car, naked except for my shoes and with my clothes that were now slung over my shoulder. My tits bounced uncontrollably and a thin smile broke out on my lips as I approached him.

As I got closer, Matt switched the car lights on.

He got out of the car and looked at me. Walking to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and stood to one side. I looked dishevelled at best, a fucking whore and a slut at worst. Matt knew the real me, who I was. I nodded to him and smiled, briefly.

I got into the car and flopped down on the seat and looked straight out of the windscreen.

Matt returned to the drivers’ side and started the engine. The car turned around and headed for the highway.

“Your description failed to mention the fucking woman.” I eventually blurted out.

Matt smiled at me. “Yeah, but was it amazing though?”

I just nodded. My mouth was partially open and I was still breathing a little too heavily. Matt was right – it was fucking amazing, and the woman, well, she was the absolute icing on the cake.

I slipped out of consciousness just as he stroked his loving hand up my thigh.