The Perfect Gangbang (2 page)

A cock was sliding against her wet nipple, its slit pointed right at her face. She felt a tongue start to stroke her pussy lips. The bald guy had knelt between her legs, and as his tongue spread to her clit, she sucked in her breath. Her stomach and thighs contracted, lifting her hips off the cot.

“Cunt’s ready,” somebody said.

“Fuckin’ seed her already,” somebody else said.

The bald guy stood up, pulled his cock back to his stomach, and let it smack against Irina’s clit. She jumped. He placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy, right between her outer lips. Her titties were being sucked so hard that her warm pussy juice coated the head of his dick and flowed down his shaft.

“Daddy’s home,” he said, and slammed the full eight inches in her pussy.

Irina gasped. Tears squeezed out of her eyes as her shocked pussy stretched open.

“That’s it, make her fuckin’ taste it!” someone yelled.

He fucked her in long, hard strokes, and she squealed and moaned behind her gag as she started to feel her first orgasm building. “Yeah, that’s good cunt,” he growled. He pumped her so hard that her whole body rattled with the force of his thrusts, and the men who’d been sucking her breasts had to stand up.

The men standing over Irina were starting to rub their dicks harder, making their balls bounce up and down, reminding her of how heavy with cum they were. The man with his cock in her pussy started moaning, pressing his cock in like he was trying to cram his balls inside, and she knew he was about to cum. Her pussy was so tight and swollen and hot and she knew she was only a few seconds away herself...

The cock inside her pussy disappeared. She heard a low “UHN! FUCK!” and then a warm, thick jet of cum splattered all over her belly and her tits. Another one coated her hip and part of her thigh. He aimed his dick between her legs for the last shot, and she felt a big squirt land against her throbbing clit.

The youngest guy in the group, the one who’d sucked on her nipple, gasped “Oooooh!” and a warm gooey puddle formed on Irina’s breast. She looked up to catch a glimpse of a thick rope of cum flowing from his cockhead, which he drizzled across her aching nipple.

Another man knelt between her legs, rubbed a thick handful of lube along the length of his dick, and then worked it into her pussy. His cock was even bigger than the last guy’s and at first she didn’t believe it would fit, but with a pop it slid past her inner circle, filling her pussy to a depth she didn’t even know she had. It felt so good, sliding in and out, so full. This guy lifted her legs over his shoulders and worked her pussy steadily, keeping her arousal constant, like he was stoking a fire, whispering yeah and mmm. The thick cockhead rubbed the inside of her pussy wall in a completely new way, and she felt a warm, full, funny feeling welling up where she would usually pee.

You like that bitch
, he whispered.

Irina started to tremble. The men above her glistened with sweat and lube. Their cocks were starting to turn red and purple. A few drops of pre-cum landed on her stomach. The pool of cum on her breast flowed down into her armpit. He kept fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, always at the same steady pace.

I got a big big load for this pussy,
he went on.
Yeah, I can feel it in my balls now. Oh fuck
— he shuddered —
yeah, there goes my point of no return, right there. Oh, you’re getting this squirt now, bitch. Empty my balls out. Fuckin’ firehose in your cunt. Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s coming up now, nnnnnnnn —

He grasped Irina’s legs and leaned his head back and pushed his cock so far in that her pussy lips and her clit squished against his stomach. His dick contracted, over and over, and she felt a warm wet pool spreading inside her pussy. Irina shuddered and closed her eyes.

The apartment door opened.

“The fuck is going on in here?” a gruff voice bellowed.

The guys stepped back from Irina’s cot. They pumped their fists in the air and yelled “Yeah!” “All right!”

Irina looked up. A short, stocky man in a janitor’s uniform closed the door behind him and locked it. “You boys been saving a piece for me, I hope?”

“Always!” somebody yelled.

The guy who’d been fucking Irina stood up, backed away, and offered her pussy to the newcomer. “She’s all primed up,” he said. “Wet like a fuckin’ faucet on your dick.”

The newcomer unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of it to reveal a hairy, muscular chest and pierced nipples. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out the biggest cock Irina had ever seen. The bright red cockhead was almost as big as her fist, and the veiny shaft nearly the length of her arm, and almost twice as thick. She squeaked behind her gag, half from intense arousal and half from sudden worry that she’d tear.

He pointed to the three guys standing around with limp dicks. “Suck on her tits and work her clit. I want her pussy creaming.”

Warm wet mouths engulfed Irina’s nipples again, licking and sucking and tickling them until they were hard and puckered and every touch sent an intense shock down to her pussy. A pair of slick fingertips rubbed slow circles around her clit. He knelt between Irina’s legs and touched the head of his cock to her pussy lips. It matched the entire circumference of her vulva — it would never go in. She wailed behind the gag.

“Lube,” he said. Someone threw the bottle of lube.

He caught the bottle in midair, and slathered up his cock. Gently, he began to work his cockhead into her pussy. He eased it into her wet slit until her outer lips engulfed the head, and his oozing tip reached the entrance to her pussy. He kneaded the opening of her pussy with it, in long, deep, massaging strokes.

“I’m patient, bitch,” he said to her. “It’s gonna go all the way up your cunt eventually. Yeah. I know how to wait.”

Irina moaned. The mouths sucking on her tits and the two fingers rubbing her clit had chased any fear from her imagination, and she relaxed the muscles of her pussy as much as she could. Her pussy began to swell and stretch. A tiny little spark of pain jumped, in the side of her pussy wall, but then she felt it massaged away. The man working her clit started to rub it a little faster. Tongues slithered against her nipples.

One of the men rubbing his cock climbed up on the bed, straddled Irina, and knelt down on top of her. She could feel the hairs on his balls tickle her twitching stomach as he worked his dick harder and faster, harder and faster, squeezing the glistening cockhead. “Uhh,” he moaned. His belly and thighs began to tense up. Irina’s pussy was spreading, opening. He rubbed harder, aiming his dick towards Irina’s face like a cannon. “Yeah.” His balls lifted, his belly trembled, and he bit his lower lip and growled “Oh, here it fuckin’
comes!
”

Irina felt a load splash onto her collarbone, spattering droplets of cum everywhere, and running in rivers down her neck and shoulders, into her hair. She squealed as another huge jet of cum gushed like a fountain between her tits.

As the guy’s giant squirt dried up, she suddenly became aware of the cock between her legs. It was almost inside!

The man on top of her squeezed the last droplets of cum from his dick, shaking them onto her like he’d just taken a luscious piss. Cum dribbled down Irina’s sides.

“You always cum like a fuckin’ elephant,” someone said.

The man between her legs was starting to swirl the head of his cock around, stretching her pussy muscles, working her open. It wouldn’t be long now. Just a few more strokes and he’d be in. She started to push out. He felt it. His whole head was in now, except for the ridge, that last little hang-up of flesh. She kept working her pussy outward. It was easy, once she got the hang of it. He worked her back. Every time she flexed, another few millimeters went in. If she paid attention to the warm, wet mouths working her titties into a frenzy, it was easier to flex. The fingers rubbing her clit slowed down and gave her a few slow, direct strokes right on the head of her nub. A new wave of warmth spread throughout her pussy.

That was all it took. Irina’s cunt spread open, and the giant cock slid halfway in. Another push took him all the way up to his base. The crowd cheered.

He fucked her just like he’d gotten his cock inside — like he was rooting around in her pussy to try to draw out every drop of pleasure. Every motion of his dick felt enormous, something huge being pulled out of her entire body and then filled back in. She squeezed, once, and it was just too much, so she kept flexing her pussy in that new way, trying to pull his cock as far inside her as she could.

The men above her were gasping and moaning as they worked their cocks. Sweat showered off them, and droplets of pre-cum spattered across Irina’s body. Someone gasped “Ah — ah — fuck!” and another warm wet splatter hit Irina’s body.

The cock inside her was making something deep well up, was making every nerve in her entire body draw into her cunt. She screamed into her gag. She arched her back. She squeezed her legs around his back. He grabbed her hips and fucked her with a firm, steady rhythm. She howled. Another jet of cum landed across her face, collecting on her eyelashes and dribbling into her nostrils. Her tits were going to explode. Her clit was a hard nub of fire ready to burst. Her cunt was swollen up like never before and he just kept thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. She was going to cum. Oh, if the fingers on her clit worked it just a little harder, it would be perfect. She tried to push her clit outwards, into the fingertips. Twin streams of cum rained down on her. Irina’s pussy seized into its first spasm.

Then something new happened. A wet blast of something shot out of her cunt and splashed all over the man’s chest and stomach. She squealed from the force of her cum. He pulled his dick out a little bit and said “Hey, this bitch is a squirter!”

Irina gasped. Another push yielded an even bigger gush that soaked the man’s cock and swirled around his balls. The crowd was yelling, stomping, howling as Irina’s cunt emptied its juice all over the cot.

Irina closed her eyes and lost herself in a sea of cum and cocks and sweat and squirting. Her pussy creamed over and over as the men fought each other to sink their cocks into it. Splashes of cum splattered across her face and her breasts as the dicks above her burst with creamy spurts.

Finally, wrung out and spent to the point of numbness, Irina collapsed back on the cot. Her vision began to blur, and she moaned as her head lolled to one side.

“All right, boys, she’s had enough,” somebody said.

Somebody undid the restraints at her wrists.

Irina drifted off into a warm haze, feeling the still-wet cum trickling from her pussy.

She was still drowsy on the plane ride back home. Every time she thought of the events of this last weekend, her clit shuddered and her nipples hardened, and sweet liquor began to run down her pussy lips. Cum had been flowing out of her for two days. She had even found a dime-sized load of cum in her ear.

Everyone was asleep. Irina was alone in her aisle. Under the blanket, she unbuttoned her slacks and worked her clit with the tip of one finger. She’d been drinking water all morning. She built up her cum until she couldn’t hold back any longer, then zipped her pants up and went to the restroom.

Inside, she locked the door and knelt in front of the toilet, placing her bare pussy above the rim. She’d replayed every moment hundreds of times already, but this time she thought of the man who’d whispered dirty talk to her as he fucked her. She thought about the slow rhythm of his cock in her pussy. She invented new things for him to say.

Yeah cunt
, she thought as she worked her clit.
I’m gonna fill you up with my load. I got a big one for you. You’re gonna feel it in your fucking ears. Then I’m gonna draw it out of you too. Pussy’s gonna squirt like a big fucking dick.

Irina’s clit spasmed and a huge jet of cum burst from her pussy. She held it open, and pushed out all the squirt, emptied herself until she was dry. Satisfied, she zipped up and went back to her seat.

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A former Catholic schoolgirl, Alastair Anders has been writing erotic fiction ever since he was in plaid skirts and knee socks. He lives in Brooklyn with his girlfriend, and he is working on an erotic graphic novel. Visit him online at
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