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The next two balls came easily, if tingling the whole way. Roger and Daniel were in. One left…
Going in, the four balls had been relatively easy, as their 1” diameter paled to the 2.5” ball that was the final anchor, but had been the first one in. The guys had no idea what was coming… Carolyn hadn’t used it before, and they had swapped it out with a smaller one.
“You guys enjoying the show?”
There was all around approval, including the bartender she noted. Ooooh. A black guy looking at her… too bad he wasn’t in the group. That would have been interesting.
“Well let’s just see what this cunt can handle, guys.”
She felt the ball within her, filling the space, easily climbing within her as she pulled on the string, until it met quite a resistance. She worked it a bit, before she could finally feel it at her opening, burning, tingling… The guys knew something was up.
“Carl… I need your help. While he took a grip on the string, she saw that no one was looking at her eyes. They were all staring at her cunt, and, no doubt, the baby blue colored ball that was stretching her wet and flushed opening.
“It’s bigger, I see. How do you want it?” asked Carl. Amazingly considerate.
“Carl, I want you to pull it the way you want to see it come out.”
“Well strap yourself in.”
Indeed. The men braced her ankles with a hand, and came closer to her, bending her knees. She leaned back as far as she could, and began to push against their shoulders as Carl pulled on the string. But she didn’t pull too much, keeping the tension as even as she could. And Carl knew what she was up to…playing with it.
“That’s it, ride it, feel it. Stretch it just a little bit more for us. Okay, relax, back it up… Now again!”
He was like an expert driver moving a truck with tires stuck in the mud…a distracting thought, but back and forth they went…until…
“Oh man, look at that stretch… there’s no going back now.”
Hayley grimaced… the feeling was exquisite… she moaned loudly, and then, it was gone!
“Look at that!” Jeff was actually pointing… she knew her cunt had to be open, even as she could tell it was constricting.
“Tell me I’ve got the number, Carl.” It was Brock.
“Depends, is your number 21?”
“Yes!” Brock exclaimed, even as the others made sounds of disappointment.
“Damn, she was just my size, too!” said Jeff.
“Well, come show me your stuff, stud,” said Carolyn. “It’s time to head upstairs!”
By the time they reached the suite, and she had no idea whose it was, her head had cleared and then gotten muddled all over again with what she had just done. She couldn’t believe it! A group of men had just watched her pull balls from her cunt, and now she was going to have a gang bang with her husband and five other men!
But, where to begin? There wasn’t room to dance… And she didn’t want to wait that long anyway. First things first…
“Here’s the deal… the best kisser gets to undress me. Eric, you’re first.”
“No, it’s never good to go first!”
“I’ll be fair. Besides, I want you first!” With that, she wrapped her arms around him, a bit thicker than Steven and more muscled. He was just a big boned man. She tilted her head up to meet his lips… Confident, experienced, but surprisingly without passion…maybe he kept that for his wife or…no, no ring… maybe his girlfriend then.
From muscles to more muscles, and, she imagined, tanned yummy ones… Daniel radiated passion. Her lips met his. The passion was there, but sloppy. But not bad either. And wandering hands! Bad boy!
Roger was… why did she choose Roger?... he was kind of plain, except for the tent in his pants… which, of course, was as good a reason as any to choose him. It was a large tent... How big was he? Carolyn had only hinted. As they kissed, she nestled closer to feel the size of him. Yes, he was big, alright. The kiss was forgettable, alas. It was a shame he didn’t work out a little bit, but the lack of muscle tone didn’t mean she wouldn’t have a good time.
Ely was most like Steven… same age, same build, same twinkle in the eye… The idea of two Stevens is what appealed to her… Yes, he was a good kisser, definitely good, with a playful tongue. A contender. And another with sneaky hands, which she shed from her buns.
That left Brock. Brock ventured where others had not for some reason, actively using one hand on her back and the other about her neck and chin… There wasn’t just passion in his kiss, there was a desire, not just to take, but to please. Hmmm. It was a difficult kiss to break from.
She backed away from him, almost reluctantly. Eric said, “Well, I see who got that one, but what about Steven?”
“Steven’s good, no doubt about it. He’s got the lips that take a girl home. But we’re not going home tonight… are we Brock?”
“No way!”
“It’s your show. You can undress me any way you please.”
“Well, I don’t see but one way to do it.”
He moved her by the window. It was dark outside, but the lights within the room made a clear reflection in the window which she could watch. She could feel his fingers at her neck, unfastening the bow that held it together. But he was wise. He didn’t just let go and expect it to fall… First, he pulled the fabric away from her chest, and as a result had a private view of her breasts by looking down at them, over her shoulder. Then he looked at the reflection with her, his face against hers, as he slowly guided the material down her breasts… Just as the fabric cleared her nipples, he teased them with soft fingertips. She ached for more.
He then released the top part of her dress, and it fell away, at least to the waist where her hips now held it.
“Oh come on, kid! Let us see!”
“No,” said Brock, “this one is mine. It won’t be long at all.”
She hoped not. Still, he took his time admiring her naked breasts, before kissing his way down her back until he was kneeling behind her. She felt his hands at her hips, and then felt the fabric being pulled down slowly as he trailed it with his kisses. Then, suddenly, her dress fell to the floor, to the vocal support of all the others.
Brock rose behind her, caressing both her sides with his hands, again pausing at her breasts. She couldn’t blame him, even as anxious as she was to move on. It wasn’t her husband doing this, and that thought kind of amazed her. He then pulled her arms above her head, then twirled her in place so that she was facing him. He was still blocking the view of most of the others, and she watched how carefully he was taking in the sight of her breasts… Maybe it was the first time he’d seen a mature set… She was certainly looking forward to seeing his young cock.
In any case, he stepped around behind her, so that all could see. She hadn’t heard “oh, baby!” as much since she had walked by a construction site many years ago. She looked at Steven for his reaction…he didn’t seem to even see her. He was watching the men look at her breasts. Well, if that was how he was going to be… Well, okay, he looked at her breasts too.
She could feel Brock begin to slowly shimmy her thong over her hips and down her legs. As he was no longer holding her arms, she tweaked her nipples to tease the others. It went for naught…all eyes were once again on her cunt. She stepped out of the thong, which Brock picked up and inhaled deeply.
“Is anyone going to remove that bedspread?”
She reached to Brock’s arm, guiding his hand between her legs, where she wiped some of her juices on the thong. “A souvenir for you…”
She noticed the bedspread had been roughly yanked and tossed to the side. She crawled onto the bed, giving quite a view, she was sure, before rolling over onto her back. She raised her legs vertically, crossed them, spread them slowly, and crossed them again. A Playboy bunny might do that, right? This, she would have told Carolyn, is why you wear stockings.
Eric said, “You’re entirely too good at this. I feel like I could explode, and I haven’t even touched you yet!”
“Well, I’m thinking it’s about that time... First one that gets undressed gets to lick my cunt!”
“Done,” said Brock, amazingly fast. “The smell isn’t enough.” Even though she had just wiped herself, she knew she was juicy inside, and it was only a few moments before Brock’s tongue penetrated to her honey pot. He was feasting on her, not necessarily in the right place at the right time, but he kept her interested. He came up for air, and in a lecherous voice said, “pussy, pussy, pussy!” before going back in. It brought laughs, but his tone surprised her.
She felt…into it, yet nowhere near an orgasm. How strange, because he was quite good. Maybe it was having all these guys watch her while… This wouldn’t do. It was too slow, and it wasn’t like she was going to be patient enough to give everybody a turn, at least at first.
She looked down at Brock, still dining between her legs, his face wet with her juices…
“Hey, Brock, was that about seven inches I saw?” He looked up at her as he continued to lick and suck, now concentrating on her clit. She detected a nod, or at least, thought she did. “Hey, well fuck me with it, won’t you?”
“Hey, no fair!” said Carl. “He’s getting all the good stuff!”
“Carl, I promise, whatever good stuff you want you’re going to get tonight. But you’re right. Brock step aside.”
“Oh, man! Carl, you blew it for me!”
“Hey, I’m looking after my own best interests here!”
Rolling over again, she raised her cunt and looked over her shoulder at them, all standing naked or practically so, hands on their hard cocks… “Daniel, you’re up!” And boy was he.
She buried her face in a pillow. Her foot was suddenly jolted.
“Man, everyone watch out! It’s like a golf course, with hazards on the side.”
Ah, her heels. “Daniel, I don’t want to hurt you. Just take them off.” Her cunt was thoroughly lubricated inside and out, and she just waited for the penetration. She didn’t have to wait long. He was hard, hot, and pounding. And it was easier for her to curl her toes. It felt… great. This was what she needed, and what she wanted more of. She responded, thrusting her hips back at the pace he had set. He wasn’t huge, but he was long enough to do the job, and to tickle a couple spots that Steven never quite managed to reach.
She was thinking too much, she knew, but this was an experience like any other. And it wasn’t a problem that lasted, because she had much more important stuff to concentrate on, like getting as much of him into her as possible…and remain breathing!
She felt his balls slap against her, going in a steady rhythm, but too suddenly, she felt him pull away, followed by the feeling of hot drops of cum landing on her butt and back. Well, that was too fast! She voiced her reaction. “Nooo!”
The men laughed, even as she exclaimed, “Next!”
It was the strangest thing to not even care who it was that was fucking her. He was steady… appreciably thicker, but failing to hit the right spots, dammit. She couldn’t help but look… it was Daniel, a shame his package wasn’t as good as the rest of the body. She tightened her grip on his cock and picked up the pace… It didn’t take but a minute before she felt him, too, shoot on her ass. The scent of sex was in the air…
She rolled back over onto her back, aware of but not caring about the wet spot she now lay in. Carl approached. “Nice one, Carl!” Kinda thick, kinda long, just like the rest of him… It felt awkward briefly as he pushed his way in, but she made room for him easily enough. He had been a teaser. Time to switch the tables. “Are you going to make me cum?”
He laughed… “I’m not leaving until I do.”
“Right answer. Now do me.”
He let a hand roam from her abdomen up to her breasts. His hands were rough, calloused. He moved forward to take her in the missionary position, but stayed above her, locking his elbows. She wanted to watch his cock, but as he entered her, they locked their eyes… His pace increased gradually, careful to feel her out in his way, exploring her depths. She could tell she was getting to him though… He broke eye contact, watching her tits jiggle with each thrust he made. His speed was picking up, and he wouldn’t be able to hold it forever, but would he be able to fuck her long enough?
Her breath became uneven, and it was a struggle to keep her eyes open. It was apparent he was up to the job. Her breaths became shorter and she felt the pleasure intensify. “That’s it… don’t stop… don’t cum yet… I’m clooooossssssse…” She had shrieked the last, as her orgasm finally came, tightening her into a ball of nerves before giving her release that came and went in waves.
Just as she was getting her breath back, Carl pulled out, pumped his swollen shaft twice, and shot a huge load onto her stomach and between her tits. Impressive. She liked watching him coax the last drops of cum from his cock…it was so swollen, wet and purplish red.
In fact, it made her want more.
And who would it be? Brock? Or Roger? Wait! Better check in with hubby. Steven was leaning against the wall next to the bed, stroking himself. He didn’t look dazed, and he didn’t look all there, either. He gave her a quick nod, and the green light was all the reassurance she needed.
She wanted Roger, just to try his out and see what his thick cock would be like. But it was smarter to go with Brock first.
“Okay, Brock. How do you want me?”
“If you’re able, I’d like you to stand by the window again.”
“I can do that, yeah. Yeah.”
She moved to the window… This wasn’t an exhibitionist thing for those “out there.” The hotel floor, 18th, she remembered, was too high, and by the time she braced herself on the window sill, she was bent at the waist anyway.
She felt the head of his cock between her legs, trying to find its way in… A little help was needed, so she reached between her legs to grasp him, guiding him to her. Once he found his target, he knew exactly what to do, finding exactly the right pace she wanted. The other guys had just rocked into her, and as pleasing as it was, he was pleasuring her the way she wanted it… He would make some woman happy for the rest of her life. She hoped he could last a long, long time, because even past her orgasm, she was ready for a long ride.
The others had gathered on each side. She realized her breasts were swinging with each thrust… she imagined it was quite a show, especially with Carl’s cum beginning to drip. A little attention on her nipples would be good, but now wasn’t quite the right moment.
And as good as he was, perhaps the moment was too much for him… She felt him back off slightly to prevent from cumming… Now why had he done that?
“Brock?”
“I’m just wondering, is it okay if I cum inside you?”
It was sweet to ask. She didn’t need sweet right now. “Brock, you can cum wherever you like…but I’d just love to feel your hot cum inside me.”
“Oh yeah!…”
He got serious. Wow. Something about the way he had responded let her know what his “thing” was, even if he knew it or not. A bit of dirty talk.
“That’s it Brock, fuck me good. I know you’ve got a load of cum saved up for me… I want to feel it spurt inside of me, all of it. I like it hot… shoot it in there as far as you can. Let me feel you cum…”
Even as she debated what to say next, he made it easy, as the heat from his cum spread inside her. That made it easy… “That’s it, cum inside me… it’s so hot in there… it’s just what my pussy needed… keep it cumming….I can still feel you throb.”
And really, she wasn’t exaggerating at all. It made her feel…nasty… to have him cum in her. It was a greater level of intimacy than the icing on the cake the others had added.
A few deep breaths, and her mind returned to the present. Roger. She looked at him. He knew it was his turn, and she knew how she wanted him. She felt Brock slip from between her legs… he would recover soon enough, she knew.
But Roger… She walked up to him and pressed him backwards so that he fell on the bed. It was time for her ride. Steven knew it, too. He held her hand as she stepped onto the bed, above Roger, who had a “died and gone to heaven” smile on his face. How appropriate! He was getting an eyeful of her wet, swollen cunt, and he was about to get so much more.
She straddled him. His cock was stiff and straight, and she found the head of his cock at her opening without any hands being needed… The question now was to take him slow, or… She dropped her weight onto him, taking him fully into her. He was almost the size of the larger Ben-wa ball, and fleshy hard and hot. She began rotating her hips, making him touch the places she wanted him to touch. He was so thick that she didn’t have to worry about him slipping out at all.
“And you, sir, since you’ve waited until last… get the booby treat!” She lowered her breasts to his mouth, which, in turn, he sucked deeply into his mouth. If the sensations in her cunt had seemed somehow overtaxed, the fresh stimulus from his sucking awakened her all over. She was breathing in his ear, she may as well whisper… “Nice cock, Roger. You’re so thick. I don’t think I’ve ever had one that thick.”
“It’s yours as long as you want it. I can go forever.”
“Is that so?” She didn’t give him the chance to respond, and he didn’t seem to mind with his mouth full of her tit. She became aware of Steven at the side of the bed, jerking off. She tucked her right arm behind her back so he could have a clear view of Roger sucking and licking her nipple. She continued her grinding movement, riding Roger for all he was worth. The bed tilted slightly as Steven kneeled on it.
It wasn’t fair to Roger to take her breasts away, but she knew what Steven wanted. She raised herself slightly, and Steven presented his cock at her mouth. She stuck out her tongue to give him a lick before taking him in her mouth, but was shocked when he came… hard. She hadn’t been ready for it. The stream struck her on her forehead, before descending to her right eye and her nose. She went ahead and sucked him, and when he was mostly dry, she returned a breast to Roger’s mouth.
She tried to maintain the rhythm they shared, but Steven’s cum was distracting, to say the least. She felt especially slutty with cum on her face, and the smell of his cum was just a bit too powerful. She decided to finish Roger, and put an end to his little bravado about going on forever. She raised herself off her knees and onto her feet, squatting on top of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to piston herself on his cock. It usually felt almost painful when she did this with Steven, but she was so lubricated that it didn’t give any twinges at all, except the good kind.
“You vixen!”
She smiled at him, as innocently as possible. “But Rog, you can go on forever! You said so! Now you’re not going to shoot your cum into me, are you?”
He was easy. She could feel him ejaculate even as she asked him. What goes up must fall, and bigger things fall harder. He had hardly finished ejaculating when his shrunken member slipped from her cunt.
She was planning on taking a break before restarting, but she saw that everyone, Steven included, was hard again. She wondered if they had been talking throughout, because they were all talking now and she hadn’t noticed. She had, after all, been preoccupied.
“…so no, she’s not usually like this in bed, although maybe I should change my expectations!”
“Well I hope I can only find a girl that does half this stuff,” said Brock.
“I hate to break this conversation up,” said Ely, “but it looks like Steven started something we should all finish. You game, Hayley?”
It took her a second to realize what he was talking about, mostly because the cum in her eye stung a little bit. Then she realized what he meant. “Oh. Oh! Yes, sure. How do you want to do it? Do you want me to suck each of you?”
“Sounds good to me!” said Ely.
So much for not feeling slutty.
“Or,” said Daniel, should we get her to spread out and cum all over her.
“Cum bath sounds like fun, I think,” said Eric. “Steven, you care?”
“Fine with me! But not on the bed… Too hard to get to her. How about if she spreads out on the recliner?”
There was general agreement.
She got off the bed and walked over to the chair… slightly dizzy, but she was okay. She sat in the recliner and found the control, lifting the foot rest and reclining the back. They all gathered around her; she was looking forward to watching. She tilted her head to give Ely’s cock a lick…
“Hey, now, that’s not fair.” It was Carl. “I think it might help us if you played with your tits and that hot little pussy of yours.”
Which was just the thing she wanted to do. She slid her left hand down to her clit… It was a shame that no guy had ever, or probably would ever, touch her just the way she wanted, but then…she tended to like it a bit different each time she took matters into her own hand. And this was different, too, using her fingers to spread her lips for show. How wet she was! Steven was probably going to freak; it always annoyed him that her preference was to masturbate while on her stomach. A treat for the hubby, then.
Oh, yeah. Her breast. She fondled her right breast, lifting it, then began to rub her nipple between her fingers. She pulled on it too, stretching it, quite far really, giving them a show.
But that was for the guys. They were putting on a show of their own, and she didn’t want to miss a drop. They all used only one hand…she might have thought they would have used two, working their balls a bit.
Even from her vantage point, it was amazing to see the difference in the way they looked, the way they held themselves, and the pace at which they stroked. But the common factor was that the cock heads were all so big, the skin stretched taught, and so red…deep red, with a bluish tint even…
Precum. She saw it on Roger and Brock’s cocks. They were close. She looked up to see Steven’s cock above her head, standing behind the recliner. This was his fantasy after all, right? Time to add a bit to it.
She began rubbing her clit with both hands, really putting on a show. “You like that Steven? You like all these guys looking at my pussy? Did you like it when they fucked me?”
He was incapable of speaking, she saw. He was breathing deeply, and pre-cum was covering the head of his cock.
“You like it when they cum in me? I do, Steven. I do. And I like it when you do, too. Yours is for keeps. But I want them to fuck me some more. Steven. Cum on me. Now.”
And he did, landing his cum on her neck and chin before dribbling on her cheek and forehead. And then the others came, wonderful shots of arching sticky cum, landing on her breasts and abdomen, mostly, with bits on her hands, her shoulder, and a dribble on her lips, which she licked off.
“Hayley, I haven’t finished yet, but would you ride me like you did Roger?” It was Carl… She had planned on rinsing off before another round, but… yeah, wait, no!
“Carl, come rinse me off in the shower. And then I’ll fuck you and whoever wants to stay as long as you like.”
Epilogue:
Steven woke her at noon. “I’ve called for a late checkout. We still have plenty of time to catch our plane. How you feeling?”
“I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, right between my legs. This is worse than the last time… I don’t think I’ll be giving you any more pills.”
Steven looked alarmed.
“Kidding… just kidding, but sheesh. You’re quite the stud.” Steven didn’t look like he was going to respond. “Or, is there a giant vibrator you’re hiding somewhere?”
Steven replied, “You don’t…”
“Here we go again. I get tired of starting the day after with that. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
“And spoil all the fun?”
They were waiting in the registration lobby for Carolyn, who was going to share a cab with them. She showed a few minutes late.
“Excuse me,” said Steven. His cell phone had just rung, and he stepped away to a quieter spot.
Carolyn handed her two bags, a small one and a big one. “Okay, here. These three are ready to go. And this bag has the empties. Hide them in a safe place.”
“So, where did you get gelcaps?”
“Trade secret.”
“Okay, I won’t push. So I just fill them with sugar?”
“Or saccharine, whatever. Works like a charm.”
“I’ve never tasted anything anyway.”
“Yeah, but they need something for weight,” Carolyn added. “Are you ever going to tell him?”
“Probably. Maybe. Someday. If I’m not mistaken he’s inviting Tim over to dinner again… I told you about him. That’s probably who just called him. I think it might be easier to just accidentally forget to take the pill than to explain the ruse.”
“Yeah, I like that! It would clear it all up without implicating me!”
Hayley laughed. “We’ll see. Honestly, I get a kick letting him think he can get away with anything. If I changed the deal, he might not be as creative.”
“Yes, but you could talk about it afterwards.”
“We’ll see. I’m sure we will someday. I can’t thank you enough.”
“Hey, you wanted a gang bang. It took a bit of time, some careful hinting on your part, and a few bogus pills, but all I asked was that you trust me.”
“And I did!”

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