Bang Gang (24 page)

“Yeah, and you won’t be having three more.”

I saluted him with a stupid hand gesture once he’d turned away and Jimmy let out a snigger, took the empty glass from me and put it on the side. I tried to forget about it, all of it, just let it all wash over me.

I relaxed back into the sofa and closed my eyes, listened to my thumping heart and tried to prepare myself for what was to come
.

The wine made it easier. It definitely made it easier.

Then something changed. The guys stopped chattering and the room became quiet and heavy. Thick with anticipation.

I was going to fuck these guys. All of them
.

And I was going to remember it forever.

I flinched as a hand landed on my knee, giggling as I realised it was just Buck.

“Alright?” he said.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

His fingers tickled and crept up, tracing gentle patterns up my thigh, slowly. So fucking slowly. I took a deep breath.
Here we go
.

I chanced one final glance at Darren but he wasn’t even looking in my direction. He was so cold, so business-like it hurt, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. This was
my
experience.
My
night.

I just wished he’d have wanted me, too. Even if it was just a little bit. That would be enough.

I guess it’s hard to get excited about something you do every single night, especially when it’s a freebie.

I was just a freebie.

Fuck him, then. Mandy Taylor wasn’t a freebie. I bet he made sure she had a damn good time.

Buck’s fingers moved so slowly as they climbed, ending up so close to my pussy that my clit pulsed, and it was now or never, make or break. In a moment of crazy wine-induced confidence – mixed with a tiny little bit of
fuck you
– I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in.

His beard tickled my chin as his lips landed.

Fuck, I was kissing Buck. Oh my fucking God.

Buck was a good kisser, too. He wasn’t wild and possessive like Darren. There was nothing all-consuming in the way his tongue danced with mine. It was good. It was nice.

I could really fucking do this.

I was really doing this.

Another hand landed on my leg and gripped my knee, and together two guys spread them wide. I went with it, letting my thighs fall open. I only flinched for a heartbeat as someone dropped to the floor between them.
Shit
.

Strong fingers grabbed at my tits through my fancy new boho blouse, and my nipples were already hard, poking through the flimsy red lace underneath. I kept on kissing Buck, letting the sensations take over as a strong thumb rubbed my clit through my jeans.

I came alive as my pussy did, fantasies bubbling up and over, and when Buck broke the kiss and pulled away, Hugh was already waiting. I smiled before my lips touched his, and that silver fox was an old hat at this. He kissed like he spoke – considered, with the wisdom of age. I liked kissing Hugh very much.

I think it was
his
hand that first slipped inside my blouse, but I wouldn’t swear on it. It wasn’t his fingers that popped the button on my jeans, though, and definitely wasn’t his hands that lifted me from the sofa enough to shimmy me out of them.

Darren, I want Darren.

I couldn’t bear to see his nonchalance, so I didn’t look for him. There was just the dullest pain, hiding deep, under all the excitement and wine and endorphins. Hiding deep behind the rush of my throbbing clit as someone took advantage of my crotchless knickers to slip their fingers inside the lace.

I heard a grunt of approval, and it wasn’t Darren. Several more, and they weren’t from Darren, either.

I felt someone’s breath between my legs, and it wasn’t him. None of it was him.

Hugh broke the kiss and guided my arms through my sleeves, casting my blouse aside. Just me and the sexy undies remained, and I was glad I’d worn them. My bra was tugged down, my tits flopping free, but I was past caring, the tongue against my clit felt too fucking good.

I reached down, took the pleasurer’s hair in my hands, glad I had the aesthetics of stockings to show me in the best light.
Curls.
Jimmy O. Definitely Jimmy O.

Jimmy O was good. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy and made me moan.

Buck’s beard tickled my ribs as he sucked my tit into his mouth, I arched my back.
Oh God. Oh fucking God.

Little Petey appeared from behind. He leaned over the back of the sofa and came in for a kiss, fingers reaching for the nipple Buck wasn’t sucking.

I clamped Jimmy’s head between my thighs, let out a choked moan as he sucked hard on my clit. He twisted his fingers, just like Darren had done, and it made me feel so strange, so feral.

Slurping and sucking noises, all around me, all
on
me. The sound of a zipper as someone dropped their pants, and the others followed suit. I heard clothes dropping to the floor, well-orchestrated enough that I barely felt an interruption to the fingers and mouths. Jimmy was working wonders with my pussy. Buck’s mouth sending sparks from my nipple to my clit. Petey’s mouth was wet and keen. I could hear him playing with his dick as his tongue whirred its way around mine. What he lacked in finesse he made up for in appreciation. I knew he wanted me, he was practically jerking off in my face.

Murmured compliments gave me confidence, the awareness of hard horny dicks egging me on.

My thighs lolled open, hips rocking into Jimmy’s hot mouth. A third finger opened me up, and it felt so good I let out a cry, muffled by Petey’s mouth. A hand on mine guided my fingers to a hot hard shaft. Someone else followed suit, and that someone must have been Buck, because that dick was fucking huge, and everyone knows that’s why they call him Big Buck. It felt so fucking weird, stroking two cocks at once, my fingers straining to keep a grip on Buck’s massive girth. I knew what was coming even before Petey pulled away and clambered over the back of the sofa. My mouth was already open wide for his dick when it arrived in my face. He pushed it all the way to the back of my throat, too fast, too soon. It made me gag, and that made me giggle, and the whole thing felt so much better then, ice broken.

I sucked on Petey’s dick, and he had quite some length on him, if not quite the girth. Buck licked at my nipple and thrust his fat cock into my hand, gripped my fingers with his. I heard Hugh groan, another hand gripping mine around a dick, working my fingers up and down.

My head bobbed back and forth, the sound of wet cock loud in the room. I never knew it would be so fucking loud.

Jimmy spread my pussy lips, blew hot breath onto my clit.
Oh please.

Jimmy O was going to make me come. Jimmy O was going to make me come really fucking hard.

Jimmy O knew it, too.

He grunted and flicked my clit with his tongue, ran it back and forth as I wriggled under him. His fingers were right on point, the build-up of pressure making my feet twitch.

Darren. Where the fuck was Darren?

I wanted to see him, wanted to touch him, wanted
his
cock in my mouth,
his
tongue on my clit. With Petey blocking my view, I couldn’t have seen Darren if I’d wanted to. I tried to forget about him, focused on nothing but the moment, on the sensations in my body as it rushed towards climax. I couldn’t keep a steady rhythm with my hands, my mouth neither, but it didn’t
matter. The guys did the work for me, shifted me into position, moved my body for me. I loved it like that. I loved feeling so… taken.

I pulled my mouth from Petey’s dick as I reached the point of no return, and Hugh and Buck let go of my fingers, giving me free rein. My hands fell to Jimmy’s head, tangled in his hair and I asked for
more, more, more. Don’t fucking stop, please God, don’t fucking stop!

Fingers pinched my nipples at the perfect moment, and my pussy unravelled, sending shockwaves right through my legs.
Yes, oh fucking yes!

I wriggled and squirmed and moaned like a filthy whore, and in that
moment I recognised myself from years gone by. Recognised the dirty girl who’d ridden Darren like fucking bronco in the pub toilets, turned on by the thumps and raps on the wall as everyone heard what was going down.

That dirty girl was me.

More,
I moaned.
Fuck, please, more!

Jimmy stretched my pussy a little further, slamming in his fingers to the knuckles. It felt fucking divine.

That’s it,
I hissed,
that’s fucking it! I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m fucking coming!

My legs were splayed wide, my tits hanging free, the squelch of my own wet pussy so fucking loud as four men watched me explode.

Five
men
.

At that final moment my eyes landed on Darren, still perched on the bean bag in the corner. Our eyes locked as I came, and his were wild and wide.

I couldn’t look away. I didn’t look away.

There was nothing in the world that would have made me break that stare.

He was all I wanted. Everything I fucking wanted.

Jimmy O’s mouth felt so fucking good between my legs, but Jimmy O meant shit to me. Jimmy O could have been anyone. These guys could have been anyone.

My mouth was open and my eyes were fluttery, riding the high as Jimmy triggered the perfect spot over and over again.

Darren swallowed.

I gasped.

His hand moved between his legs, gripped his dick through his jeans.

Please want this. Please fucking want this.

Please fucking want
me
.

Buck pressed his cock to my cheek as the waves subsided. I turned my head to suck him in, but my eyes were still on Darren, on his hand as he palmed his dick.

I felt like a slut, a filthy slut, but it felt so good I couldn’t fucking stop.

I heard the tear of foil, the unmistakably wet noise of a rubber being rolled onto cock.

It was Hugh who positioned himself first, took my thighs and shunted me onto my back. I let my head loll to the side, Buck’s dick still pressing inside my cheek, making me dribble and gag.

Hugh rubbed the head of his cock against my slit.

Darren swallowed again.

I pressed a hand to Hugh’s naked chest, but I needn’t have. He paused of his own accord, looked back at Trent over his shoulder.

Time stopped, Hugh’s dick pressed to my throbbing clit. Waiting. Just waiting.

And then Darren nodded. One simple tip of the head said everything.

Hugh slammed to the balls in one thrust, fucking me like a doll as my tits jiggled and bounced over my slutty little bra. My suspenders were straining, crotchless knickers spread wide, my cunt on display to anyone who cared to look.

I wondered what Darren could see. Wondered if he could see Hugh’s cock slamming inside my greedy pussy.

I begged for harder, my voice quacking and broken around Buck’s dick as I jerked back and forth on Hugh’s. Petey held my bouncing tits together, pushed his dick between them and rode the waves. Jimmy O had his dick in one hand, sniffing his pussy-stained fingers with the other.

“My go next,” he grunted. “I need that sweet fucking cunt.”

Oh God, I wanted him to take it.

I wanted all of them to take it.

Nearly as much as I wanted Darren to watch.

Please want this. Please enjoy this. Please let this turn you on.

“Shit,” Hugh groaned. “I’m close, I’m really close.”

I could feel it, feel the pulse of his dick inside me, my pussy clenching and fluttering as he ploughed the right spot.

Darren let out one word, the only word I’d heard him speak since Buck first reached out and touched my knee.

“Jimmy,” he said, and gave him a nod.

Hugh stopped, just like that. He closed his eyes and gripped the base of his dick, shuddering for just a moment before he pulled his cock from me. He stepped away, and I watched him with wide eyes as he turned his back and finished himself off with his hand. He let out a groan and his thighs tensed, his ass, too, spurting his load into the rubber before he caught his breath and disappeared into the hallway.

I just stared.

Jimmy didn’t waste any time. He took me by the wrists and pulled me up and onto him, spinning me around until my back was to his chest. He gripped hold of my hips and forced me onto his cock in one thrust, and it felt so fucking good that I pressed my fingers to my clit, brought myself off through the slit in my own wet slutty knickers.