Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Taylor
Not a single one of them has cum, yet. They just keep taking turns, fucking me in every possible direction.
I’ve had six orgasms, and I’m pretty sure my legs don’t work anymore.
But that’s okay, they have no problem holding me up for what they want.
Like right now, I’ve got my arms wrapped around the running back’s neck, and my legs are looped over his arms as he stands up, bouncing me on his, and another's, dick. No idea who else is currently inside me, but fuck! I’m so stretched out, and I have no doubt that I’m about to orgasm again.
My core tightens as I cry out, pushing my back against the chest of whoever is behind me.
I’m not saying I’m a whore, slut, or any of those other negative derogatory terms people use to sling at women who love sex, especially the kind of sex I like.
I had a very specific group of four guys at my other school who knew every little thing I liked.
Between the twenty-one in here, I’m almost certain I can find a few to keep playing with after.
The guy behind me grunts, and we have our first male orgasm, cha-ching. He thrusts with the running back and then stills, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I explode from within again. My body shakes as I lose control of it, barely able to hang onto the neck I’m clinging to.
Everything keeps happening too fast. One second, I’m up with the running back, the next, I’m laying on top of him, as another pushes up behind me.
I’ve honestly lost count of how many have taken their turns.
It’s all starting to blur together, but I don’t want to lose track.
I want to remember each of their identities, so I can eventually rub it in their faces, when needed.
I’ll need it for ammo when they eventually tell people about what happened, committing to memory what each one is hung like, what they enjoy doing, everything. But it’s so hard when—
I cry out as my head is yanked back, a fist pulling at my hair, as a hand wraps around my throat.
The blood being cut off intensifies the feeling beneath my skin, lighting me on fire as my entire body welcomes the feeling.
The guy behind me goes off, thrusting deep inside me as he releases my hair and throat, moving his hands to my hips to hold me still.
The running back smiles up at me. He's outlasted two guys so far. The stamina on this one is fantastic, I think to myself, as his brows pull together and the vein in his forehead begins to show. He’s about to blow, too, then I’ll be three loads deep, with eighteen to go.
Fifteen others have released themselves in various places.
On my tits, ass, belly, and face. Several of them released down my throat or on my tongue, telling me to swallow it.
And only a few of them have nutted inside me, even though I gave literally all of them permission to do it.
There was an argument when one guy insisted that I was just trying to trap one of them into having a baby, and there was no way he’d risk it.
He’s the one who came on my face, getting it in my hair like a douche.
Fucking Cameron Marshall, the center. He’s actually already dressed, and standing by the door with his hands in his pockets, completely ignoring everything.
I’m pretty sure he fucked my mouth only a few times, and then came quickly.
I noted that he’s a two-pump chump, storing that in my memory bank in case the jerk decides to use this against me later. He seems like the type.
My entire body is starting to hurt; each thrust into me feels like fire. I’ve lost count of my own orgasms, I’m covered in cum, and in dire need of a shower. One of those showers that turns into a hot bubble bath after I’m all clean.
Someone grunts, thrusting into me hard as he finishes.
He pulls out, and another replaces him quickly.
I count the grunting finishes as they spread me wide, filling my pussy, one after the other.
Everything is blurring together, and I’ve lost the plot on why I was doing this in the first place as another one cums, only he pulls out of me and sprays his load on my belly.
A hand comes down on my stomach and spreads it out. When I open my eyes, I notice two guys are making out above me, while their hands move across my body. I gotta say, didn’t see that happening. I’m surrounded by three guys, and when I look around, everyone else is dressed.
“Things are about to switch up. You ready, Cupcake?” Gavin asks, pushing himself into me again. I nod my head and smile, watching as one of the guys, I think his name is Drew, wraps his hands around the base of Marcus’ dick and strokes to the tip.
Gavin fucks me hard, thrusting into my pussy as he leans forward.
My body starts to hum to life again as I watch Gavin open his mouth and Drew line his dick up.
The gasp that leaves my throat when Gavin takes Drew into his mouth is unreal.
I’ve been part of many orgies, but I’ve never been to one where guys play with each other.
It’s always them playing with me, but I think I like this.
Fuck, my chest rises and falls to the rhythm of Gavin sucking Drew, and fucking me.
Above me, Marcus grabs a handful of Drew’s hair and kisses him roughly.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I wonder if the other guys in the room are watching this?
Unable to tear my eyes off of them, I guess I’ll just have to assume some are, but if they’re all straight as a pin, then they’ve probably turned away to not watch.
The guys all move slightly, and it clears my field of vision enough to see that there’s no one else in the room. They’ve all left. Shit. No one was supposed to leave until this was done, to avoid someone walking in, or talking about it before it was over.
I try to move so I can get out of the wild foursome I’m currently a part of, so no one walks in and sees what’s happening. I can’t tell if the door is locked, or—
The door knob twists, and my heart fucking sinks. Someone’s about to walk in and see what exactly it is I enjoy. Fuck.
Gavin thrusts harder as Drew pulls out of his mouth. “Come fuck me, Marc.” Drew moans as I grip the sheets, watching in slow motion as the door opens.
“Someone’s,” I breathe out as Gavin thrusts again, and my heart leaps into my throat, “coming.” The tension in my body builds. Is it turning me on that someone’s about to walk in on us? Oh, shit. “Gav–” His name turns into a cry as an orgasm splits me open.