It was partly anger and partly a moan of pleasure. She’d been heated up at the restaurant and her hungers had not been fed. The emotional excitement kept her nerves keyed up. The darkness was what had turned her on, however. Who could resist getting excited when there was a sex game going in complete darkness?
He fucked up into her body and she felt her cunt welcome him with hot friction. On some animal level she did want the feel of a prick, dammit. It was the one weakness of spending so much of her time in brain activities— she forgot she had a body and that her body liked pleasure, never mind the moral source of it. She gave an exasperated laugh. “Gunnar, you know those two would wire me up.”
“Only that it was probable. Ahhhh.”
“You’re cheating on your own game.”
“Being second and third with you, honey, is as good as first with most women,” he said coolly.
She relished his cock plunges, but also had no intention of giving him a lot of free pleasure. She decided that ten strokes would be luscious and quite enough. She stretched out on his big, nude body and kissed him, letting him enjoy full body contact. It also relaxed him.
“Maybe just this once…” she gasped.
“I’m soooo ready, baby. I died all through dinner watching the others get it. But you were too wild with that suck at the end.”
“Funny Hunt and Weber didn’t complain.”
He grunted. She thrilled— nine and ten.
He was so relaxed now that she was able to jerk upwards, uncock him, and slip off of his body in the darkness all in a smooth motion. One second she was there and the next she was gone.
“Goodbye, Gunnar…” she laughed.
She crouched down, going through the door. That was a mistake because she ran right into one of the other men. He had also crouched down to sweep the rug with his hand. While Gunnar cursed and fumed back on the bed, the second man seized her and stood her up right at the door jamb.
She had always heard it was possible to do it standing up. This was the first time in her life that anybody had tried it on her. He— it was Weber, the shorter man — just stood her against the wood and got between her legs.
“Why waste time?” he chuckled and drove his stiff cock up into her.
It shocked her to have a second male hard-on ravage her within minutes. She felt herself pressed flat against the doorway and the thrill of Weber’s round prick digging up into her.
“I’m not supposed to d-do this,” she complained. “I’m a computer expert, not a…”
Kisssss. The meaty smacking sound resulted from his burying his mouth on hers. She surged against him in surprise, felt his deep cock penetration, and began to fuck off against him in spite of herself. With his hot tongue roaming around in her mouth and that sweet friction down below, it began to look like she was going to learn what a standing up fuck was. Imagine being stood up against the wall, naked, in total darkness, and being cock reamed by a man you hardly knew. It was so crazy that she got a little excited and moaned as she felt sexy rushes clear down into her legs and up her torso. They were doing it standing up, all right!
Gradually Weber folded into her arms, driving his prick up her as he took most of her weight. He was in his forties, yet he seemed to have superhuman strength to handle her. It was a tribute to her beauty that he developed all that power. He really wanted to ream it off in her and make her. His excitement added flames to her excitement.
She felt her nipples go into his devouring mouth as he ate her breasts greedily. Hot sensations shot down her body to give her that overall feeling of being completely fucked and taken.
“Ah, Georgie,” she gasped. “Ah, my God!”
What Gunnar had started, George Weber expanded, driving that hot prick into her and turning her on like fury. She gave a small leap and circled her legs around his hips so that he held all of her weight, with the happy result that his cock seemed to grind deeper into her body. She clung to him and turned him into her fucking machine.
“Ahhhhh, sooo good!” she thrilled.
“Quiet,” he hissed. But he was also groaning and moaning.
He felt strong enough to fuck the heels off this sexy woman even if she weighed three hundred pounds. Her Scandinavian beauty was fabulous, and he connected every bit of muscle and erotic fervor into his fuck.
They clung, keening, loins plunging, crazy hot, his rod reaming and digging into that tight, soft cunt, while she felt her body opened up as he whipped her to the first feelings of ecstatic orgasm. His grunts grew deeper. He, too, began to reach the hot, itching stage of glazing animal pleasure.
That was as far as they got, because Mr. Hunt heard the sounds and found them in the dark.
“You cheated!” he cried, his voice suddenly jumping at them from the dark. He grabbed George Weber and pulled him backwards with such force that he unsealed the sex coupling and Weber spun back into the darkness with a cry of anger and disappointment. Crystal whined at the loss of the sexy contact.
Henry Hunt caught her up and walked her across the living room in the blackness.
“Never mind, child. I can give you a better time than that meathead.”
Their knees bumped into the long sofa, enabling Hunt to push her down on it to take his own turn.
Crystal was dazed. The hard struggle in losing her clothes to Gunnar had depleted much of her strength. The shock and good feeling of Weber’s attack and successful penetration made her hungry for the relief of her aching vagina. It shamed her to think that a third man, inside of minutes, would penetrate her cunt, but as Hunt lowered his big body on her she thought it was easier to take him than to resist.
His cock was long and rock hard. There was a breathless moment while he spread her legs and found her cunt. Then he shoved with a happy grunt, giving her the hot feel of the third cock to invade her body in this wild experience. Just the same, the hot sexy rushes that had been interrupted resumed again.
“Just do it, do it,” she muttered.
“Oh, baby, baby, you know I’ll do it. I’ve waited all night for this chance!” he hissed. As far as she could see there was no guarantee that he’d be anymore successful than Gunnar or George Weber. One or both of them could stop this action, and the whole thing could start over.
Yet she really began to relish the sex now. The sofa was soft and comfortable, the pitch blackness added sweet pleasure to the sex, as if she and Henry were doing something so naughty that it had to be done in darkness. Henry’s plunging member was better than George’s, or he used it better. Each hot thrust set her heart to pounding and her pleasure nerves to singing.
“You’ve g-g-got it good. Keep it good,” she encouraged him.
“You and me— we’re special for each other,” he told her. He brought his naked belly down on hers so she felt the hot seal of their nude bodies. Her nipples flamed as he resumed the suck George had started. Oh, they were sensitive!
“Ah, Uh, Uh, Uh,” she gasped.
The lights came on. For several moments she wasn’t aware, because her head thrust back, her loins drove with meaty, satisfying plunges against Henry’s cock, and her eyes were closed. She savored the deep belly thrills of Henry’s fuck and felt her body lifting, lifting to the incredible, impossible moment of orgasm.
She opened her eyes. Both Gunnar and George Weber stood there, watching. Neither one of them made any attempt to interrupt the action that Henry gave her. She stared at them through a thin haze of luscious passion, resenting a little their voyeurism, but too far gone to stop her part of the action. Henry, reveling in the springy, hard nipples, also paid no attention.
“Gunnar, you did this…” she started.
At that point an ugly suspicion seized her, rushed to a horrible certainty, and she surged up against Henry in the realization of what had really happened.