Bang Gang (25 page)

Jimmy grabbed at my tits, squeezed them hard, and little Petey surprised me by grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, slapping his dick against my lips.

I let him ease his cock down my throat, taking him deeper with every dirty fucking bounce.

Buck pushed my fingers from my clit and his took their place. He pinched the tender little nub between his thumb and forefinger, and rolled it until I squealed, thrashing about as I reached the peak for the second time.

Please. Yes. Oh yes!

Darren’s palm moved slowly, up and down the bulge in his jeans. His eyes were fixed between my legs, at Jimmy’s cock stretching me open, at Buck’s rough fingers working my clit. Buck lifted me from Jimmy’s lap the second I was finished, no regard for Jimmy’s frantic thrusts as he rushed towards the finish line.

He reclined against the arm of the sofa and pulled me down onto him, my tits pressing into the fabric underneath. His cock thumped against the back of my throat and I retched, gagging harder at the shock of another cock spearing me from behind.

Petey. I could hear his grunts.

My pussy was swollen and so fucking raw, stretched by more dick than I’d taken in my life. Petey reached around my thighs to flick at my clit, and it was enough to stoke the fire, lacking finesse enough to drive me to orgasm. That didn’t matter, though.

My tummy was a floaty mess of endorphins and lust, my inhibitions all spent.

Petey didn’t last long. He pulled out of me to come, but barely made it. I heard the wet slap of his dick in his hand, his grunts as he came right above me.

I caught my breath, pushed my fingers inside my pussy to find it puffy and slick.

My stomach lurched as Buck took the next position.

He rolled on a rubber as I watched him, and his cock looked bigger than ever.

He rolled me onto my side and lifted my leg.
Deep. This is going to be fucking deep.

I was ready for it. I rubbed at my clit and held my breath, feeling the stretch as Buck’s massive cock pressed up against my slit.

Do it! Fucking do it!

But Buck didn’t do it. Buck stayed statue still.

I looked around at the other guys, dicks still hard and ready to go again, but they weren’t making any moves, weren’t attempting to come in for seconds.

I might have been offended if I hadn’t seen the want in their eyes. It made me feel so tingly – tingly and dirty all at once – being wanted by so many.

And they did want me. I could see it. I could feel it.

My mouth dropped open as Darren got to his feet.

My stomach did this pitiful lurch as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

He dropped his jeans and his dick was hard, glistening at the tip.

Hugh handed him a packet, and he had the rubber on before he’d even reached me. Buck moved aside in a beat, I barely felt him go.

There was only Darren. His eyes were fierce and they stalked me, his jaw tight and twitching with that little tick he gets when he’s really angry.

He was angry.

He flipped me onto my back, yanked my stockings down until the suspenders pinged loose. He tugged down my suspender belt and my slutty knickers with them, tossed it all aside and practically ripped off my bra.

I was nervous. Really fucking nervous.

Hornier than I’d ever been in my whole fucking life but nervous.

He gripped my jaw in his hand, held me firm, eyes burning mine. I didn’t even try and struggle, didn’t want to go anywhere.

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Please, Darren, kiss me.”

He dropped his body to mine, his face in my face, his chest to my chest.

“Please, Darren…”

He was so angry. His eyes flashed with hurt.

Jealousy.

Was he jealous?

Fuck.

Holy fuck
.

Holy fucking fuck.

Surely not?

There’s just no way…

His mouth was savage when it met mine, his tongue on a mission to wrestle me into submission. I took it. I wanted it.

He kept his grip on my chin as he rammed his cock inside, and I let out a yelp, gripped him tight
with my legs.

It was such a beautiful fuck. Deep and angry and full of sorrow.

I felt sad. I felt so fucking sad I could hardly breathe, and there was liberation there. There was bliss there.

“Take me,” I whispered. “Please, take me…” He breathed against my mouth, hard and deep, his forehead pressed to mine. “All of me…” I said. “Please…” I held his face, and he let go of my jaw.

I felt the urge to cry. Crazy, unhinged tears
.

I felt free.

Absolutely totally free.

“You’re the only one…” I whispered. “The only one who’s ever… been there…”

He stopped. His eyes softened. Just enough.

“Do it,” I said. “The maybe just became a yes. It’s a big yes, Darren. Please…”

I wriggled under him, and he pulled his cock from my pussy. It was so tender I sucked in breath, but I was smiling.

I twisted underneath him, and he pulled me up onto all fours, spread my knees with his. His thumb sank into my pussy before he moved it to my asshole, circling around to make me wet. I gasped as he pushed in to the knuckle.

“Yes!” I hissed. “Fuck me! Please!”

He folded himself, his chest to my back, and we both doubled up, my face pressed flat against the sofa cushion. His fingers curled around my throat. Squeezed.
Oh my God.

I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. I held up a hand as he began to push inside.

I turned my head to meet his eyes. “No,” I said. “No rubber. I want
you
. Just you.”

He breathed against my ear. “Fuck,” he said. I heard him tug the johnny away. Felt the heat of his dick against my ass. Just him.

“Now!” I said. “Oh God, Darren, fuck me!”

It was such a beautiful pain. It burned like white heat. A couple of short brutal thrusts and my ass let him in, just like it used to do. He groaned in my ear, a guttural noise that sounded like a primitive battle cry.

That’s what it felt like.

A war and a baptism all at once.

Jesus, how he fucked me.

Jesus, how I wanted it.

I was barely aware of the clothes being gathered from the floor. Barely aware of the guys making their way out of the room.

I didn’t care. Not about any of it.

Darren took me so hard my eyes watered. It felt good enough that I screamed.

“Don’t stop!” I hissed. “Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop, Darren!”

We were young again. Crazy again. Dirty again.

We were everything.

“I’m not gonna stop,” he barked. “…All fucking night, Jodie. I’m gonna fuck you til you beg me to fucking stop.”

He twisted my face until he could look me in the eye.

I smiled. Oh how I fucking smiled. “All night,” I whispered.

“Until you fucking beg,” he said and pushed his cock in to the hilt.

I opened my front door tentatively, ears pricked for signs of life.

All quiet.

I breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed inside. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the dog walkers were. Three villagers to greet with smiles and
good mornings
as I made the walk of shame back from Trent’s. Insisting I make my own way home had been a good call. That gossip would have been across the village faster than I was.

The light was bright enough to make out Tonya in her full snoring glory. She was star-fishing in my bed, mouth open wide, an empty wine glass on the bedside table. It made me smile.

Everything made me smile this morning.

I threw off my clothes and pulled my comfy old PJs on, then slipped into bed beside her. I lay awake with a grin on my face, staring up at the ceiling, my stomach still fluttering. Sore. I was sore.

Good sore, though. Really good sore.

Tonya rolled over with a grunt, and her arm flopped onto mine. She pulled it back instinctively, and her eyes blinked open. Once, twice, three times before she looked at me with a squint.

“Fuck, Jo. What time is it?”

“Early,” I said, then giggled. “Or late. Depends which way you want to look at it.”

She propped herself up on an elbow. “Come on, then,” she said. “I’m all ears. Was it everything Mandy Taylor cracked it up to be?”

I sighed. Grinned. Giggled. Covered my face with my hand.

Tonya giggled right back. “I think that answers my question.”

“To quote Mandy big-mouth Taylor, it was absolutely. Fucking. Amazing.”

“Shit,” she said. “My God, Jodie Symmonds, you just had the Bang Gang special. For real.”

I nodded. “Yes. Yes I did.”

“Was Buck as big as they say he is?”

My tits prickled at the memory. His thick cock in my hand, the length of him thumping the back of my throat. “Oh yes.”

“And Jimmy O? Was he as dirty as they say?”

I shook my head. “Not that I saw, but I didn’t see that much.”

She pulled a face. “No?”

“Darren,” I said. “I think I got the pre-watershed version of the Bang Gang special.” I laughed. “I mean, comparatively. I got fucked plenty good enough, just I think…”

“You think what?”

I shrugged. “I think they were holding back.”

“Because of Trent?”

“Oh hell, Tonya, I don’t know.” I smiled again. “I’m not moaning. It was brilliant.”

“You think he put the brakes on?”

“Maybe I’m reading too much into it. I probably am.”

“I doubt that somehow.”

I rolled over with a grimace, looked her in the eye. “I spent the night with him. The others were long gone.”

She laughed. “You say that like I should be surprised.”

I groaned. “This is playing with fire. I mean, the girls…
me
…”

“Anything to do with Darren Trent is playing with fire. The guy’s explosive.”

“Hot-headed.”

“
Pig
-headed.”

I smiled. “Short-tempered. Blunt.”

“And you’re totally in love with him.”

My eyes flew wide. “What?”

She shook her head. “Jesus Christ, Jodie. How long have I known you? You can try this denial crap with yourself all you want, but it isn’t gonna wash with me.”

“That’s not what this is,” I said, but my tummy was tickling. “Not for me, and certainly not for him. He fucks for money, Tonya. This was a job.”

“You’re delusional.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not. This
thing
is…
was
… sex. Just sex.”

“Just sex?”

“
Just
sex.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” I grinned all over again. “Good sex.
Great
sex. Amazing, mind-blowing, crazy, dirty sex.”