Entertaining at Home

I pulled my head away from Luke and gasped for air. He took the chance to stand and I saw him pulling down his trousers. They were Piotr's hands on my breasts; I reached out and pulled his head down and pushed a nipple up towards his face. He took the hint and was soon sucking hard and rolling the tip of my hardened nub between his teeth. Wot was standing, trousers round his ankles, stroking himself and staring glassy-eyed. I took my hand from Pete's head - he now needed no encouragement from me - grabbed Wot's dick and started to pull furiously. Steve slid a finger into my throbbing pussy at just the moment I took hold of Wot's member and I was melting inside as the frigged me furiously.

My ears were filled with liquid sounds: my pussy juices lubricating Steve's ministrations; Pete's slurping as he sucked my tits - I could feel his warm saliva trickling down onto my stomach; the sticky staccato as I jerked Wot's pre-cum covered penis. We were all breathing rhythmically, my yips and squeals punctuating their deeper noises.

'Ah. Hand job.'

Somehow Wot's muttered vocabulary check was heard by all of us. Everything stopped and we all burst into simultaneous laughter. It was one of those bouts of rolling hysteria which crescendoed and then subsided only to start again when we caught each others' expressions. I ended up rocking on the sofa holding my sides. They ached and I was laughing so hard I almost wet myself. It took about five minutes for some semblance of sanity to return. I struggled to my feet; I needed another glass of water. I looked around at the four of them slumped, in various stages of undress.

'I'm getting another drink. You lot get undressed, I'm not struggling with zips and buttons all night.'

I left the tap running after gulping down the first glass. The coolness rising from the sink was itself refreshing and the stillness gave me a chance to think about what I was doing. It was clearly not sensible, I acknowledged, but as my pussy, mouth and tits reminded me, how else is a girl going to get a shag at such short notice? I stopped half-way through filling another glass, opting instead for a large jug. It might be a long night.

When I reentered the front room the four of them were standing around completely naked. They were having a desultory conversation, but each eyeing the others' penises no doubt making mental comparisons. Men, I thought, but as I stood at the door, I joined in. The four were more or less equal in the length stakes - maybe six inches or so. I made a mental note that Wot and Pete's seemed thicker than their English friends'. Perhaps it was something genetic. I got no further. They noticed me as I put the jug and glass down on the edge of the hearth well away, I hoped, from the action. The smiles were broader and their dicks perceptively harder. I edged between Steve and Wot and they pushed around me hands already exploring.

'Time for your next English lesson, Wot. Repeat after me: 'blow job'.'

I dropped to my knees and reached for him. I gave a few preparatory strokes before slipping my lips around the scarlet, bulbous end. It was indeed thick, much more so than Dave's the only cock I had sucked in the past, well years I guessed. I widened my mouth and slowly pushed my head down the shaft. I appreciated his groan of satisfaction and went further than I meant to. I pulled back choking and gasping, the sound of the men's laughter in my ears. I set to work more systematically, spitting on the rock hard shaft and licking the underside down to the balls before taking in my mouth again.

One of the others grabbed my hair. The pain was sharp but not unpleasurable as he was pushing me forwards onto Wot's erection and then easing me back. I was gasping with each tug on my scalp.

My experience of watching the Gang Bang Gumbo series led me through the next half hour. In every single scene I had watched the girl, circled by dicks, sucks each one in turn. The relative desperation of her partners determined the order. I stretched out both hands and found them guided to hard-ons. I had my eyes closed at this point, but guessed from the shapes that one was Pete's and the other either Luke's or Steve's. It was Steve's; I could tell from the noises he made when I started yanking at him.

I sucked dicks for England that night. I have to say, the four of them were most cooperative. I barely had to move as they circled me. Each time I leaned back from furious sucking another dick awaited my ministrations. Nearly always hands behind me would hold my head, or yank my hair, to maintain a steady rhythm. The pain was exquisite and my whole body felt shocks. I could feel pricks being slapped against my cheeks as they waited.

Hands groped over my breasts, sometimes stroking, sometimes squeezing. I had worked out that it was Luke who enjoyed my pain the most. It was him who invariably pinched my nipples, hard. When I had him in my mouth I would retaliate by running my teeth along him, always threatening, but never carrying out the threat, to bite. I could hear all of them laughing, sighing and groaning as I worked. The only words were Wot's.

'Hand job; blow job. Hand job; blow job.'

He intoned as his turns came around. I snorted when I first heard him, as we went on it almost became the metronome of our game.

I think the boys would have kept me on my knees all night. There was no let up in the enthusiasm with which they fucked my face. I am naturally right-handed, but after initially getting assistance from whoever I was wanking with my left, I soon developed an ambidextrous technique. But give a girl a break, this was my first gang bang after all, I began to feel little aches and cramps in my neck and back. To be honest my jaw and calves were also calling for a time-out and my scalp was definitely starting to get sore. I let go of whoever's cocks I was manipulating, pulled back my head and breathed deep.

'I need a change of position, lads. Help me up.'

I had not expected, but was gratified to receive, a standing ovation as I rose. Four pairs of hands clapped and four stiff penises stood proudly to attention. I found myself blushing.

'I think that was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had.'

'Me too.'

'Blow job good. Hand job too.'

'You were magnificent. These delicate hands have magic in them.'

The last speaker was, of course, Pete and he kissed the back of my hand as he assisted me to the sofa. I must visit Poland some day, I told myself, as I smiled my gratitude for the compliment. I waved a hand towards the water and was instantly serviced by Wot. I took down half a glass and coughed to clear the taste of the pre-cum. I handed him back the glass after draining it. I looked up at my partners which they took as an indication that I was ready to start proceedings again.

'I can take a hint.'

Steve fell to his knees between my legs and stretched them further apart to give himself access to my pussy. I had been unconsciously stroking myself as I drank. As he kissed my inner thighs, alternating with small darts of his tongue, and moved to the ridges on each side of my Mons, the rest of them rearranged themselves to take advantage of my mouth and hands. Pete and Wot were on either side of me; Pete standing, Wot kneeling on the sofa. Luke seemed to have disappeared somewhere. I discovered where at the same moment Steve's mouth finally covered my vagina.

I felt the waves of expectation which had been rising in me move to bursting point as his warm lips covered me and his tongue begin to rhythmically lap at my slit. At the same time my head was jerked back, I shook it to try and ease the pain of Luke's firm grip. He was behind me and stretching my head over the low back of the sofa. His hard dick was thrust, unceremoniously, into my mouth and he began pounding into me. I could feel his balls slapping my forehead as he went deeper into my throat with each thrust. I was almost choking.

At the same time waves of pleasure were coming up from my groin. Steve had found my clitoris and had it between his lips. There were at least two fingers inside me and he thrust them expertly towards my G-spot. I was losing control. I jerked my pelvis against Steve and was stretching my upper body to try and ease the pain Luke was causing me as he pulled back on my hair to give himself deeper access. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat with every stroke.

I was only vaguely aware of Pete and Wot's needs. Wot was holding my left hand in both of his as I limply held him. He was virtually masturbating himself. I was frantically wanking Pete between bouts of pain and pleasure. The rest of the time he got more limp twitches than regular strokes.

Luke was the first to come. I had felt two orgasms wrack my body and was shaking all over by the time I felt Luke's cock harden further in my mouth. He now had both hands in my hair and I felt my head pulled even further back. A slow moan escaped his lips and he suddenly stopped thrusting into me. The first spurt of his hot cum almost drowned me and I swallowed quickly and hungrily. I could hear myself coughing and gurgling as two further jolts added to the sticky mass in my mouth. It started to trickle over my lips and down my cheeks. Luke withdrew smearing the last of his emissions on my nose, forehead and hair. I heard him panting behind me.

I pulled my hand away from Pete's dick and smeared Luke's cum as I wiped it's back over my mouth. I was panting and moaning as Steve's tongue continued to probe my pussy and manipulate my clit. I waved a weak wrist towards the hearth. I needed more water. Wot released my hand and his prick to do the honours. I used my free hand to push back Steve's head, smiling down at him. I looked around at my lovers. Pete and Wot were sweating slightly and looked somehow serious. Steve was grinning at me from between my legs his face smeared with his saliva and my juices. I could feel the same mixture trickling from down between the cheeks of my arse. I wriggled against the towel covered cushion. Water finished, I looked up again.

'What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?'

That broke the tension and we all broke out laughing. Wot and Pete both leaned over to kiss me. Neither seemed to mind Luke's cum which still flavoured my mouth. It was Steve who busied himself sliding a condom over himself. I have always found the sight of a condom-covered dick somewhat comical with the tiny bulb flapping at the end, but if I smiled it was to myself. I was almost hypnotised as he took two steps towards me, his cock and its little hat bobbing up and down. He knelt and pulled me further down towards him. And as he stroked himself against my crack he made me tremble with expectation. I reached down and slipped my hands below my knees to open myself further to him.

I groaned as I felt him slip into me and pushed myself forward to receive his full length. I felt myself shudder as my clit pushed against his pubic bone and I ground against him for a moment. Steve pulled back gently before thrusting in again. I panted at each contact. After the first few penetrations he steadily increased his pace. His balls were soon slapping furiously against my bum and I almost screamed as another orgasm ran through me. I looked up at him, teeth gritted and eyes closed. After a minute or two of energetic pounding Steve slowed and opened his eyes to look at me. I smiled.

Our eye contact was broken as Pete ran his hands behind my head and turned me towards him to take his cock in my mouth. His touch, unlike Luke's, was gentle but none the less insistent and soon he had a hand over each of my ears as he pumped my mouth. He seldom touched the back of my throat, but the larger girth of his member meant my mouth was almost full and when he did I choked and retched. Steve had slipped my legs over his shoulders and now, hands free, I slipped one down between us to massage my aching clit and groped around for a cock to wank with the other.

My own work, and Steve's steady thrusting was stoking the warmth between my legs and I could feel it rising. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure flowing through me. My moans were echoed by Steve's, he had been fairly silent throughout our coupling, so I knew he too was close to climax. But it was Pete who was first. Like with Luke, I felt him harden and slow between my lips, his thrusts now reaching the back of my throat each time. I wondered if the animalistic noises - grunts, choking and cries - which filled my ears were mine alone, or a group chorus.

Pete pulled out of me completely and I felt his spunk splatter against my face. Some went in my mouth, but most hit my eyes and chin. The second and third salvos landed between my tits. At the same time Steve, whose thrusting had become frantic shouted the word 'fuck' and collapsed against me. My pussy walls had been holding him firmly and I felt his spasms; they seemed to go on for ever. My own orgasm had burst somewhere between the two boys I screamed as the pleasure centres in my brain exploded, overloaded with the messages my body had been giving them. The three of us lay panting in a heap.

It was Pete who recovered first he handed me a towel. I'm a swallow not spit girl and had managed to scoop most of his cum off my face and into my mouth. I scooped the slowly congealing cream off my chest and stomach. Steve gently extracted himself from me deftly holding the end of the condom in place. Having slipped it off and knotted it I gave him the towel to complete the cleaning up process. I kissed each of them in turn and looked around to see what the others had been up to.

I did not have to look far. Wot was at the other end of the sofa. He was holding and stroking his penis. He had obviously enjoyed the show; it stood up like flagpole. He handed me a glass of water which I gulped eagerly whilst he reached over and stroke my breast. Luke was splayed in an armchair opposite. He had clearly been having a good time too. He was three-quarters hard and had a broad grin as he stared at me open-faced. After putting the glass down I widened my legs, mirroring his pose and, with my eyes on his, leaned sideways and whispered to Wot.

'Condom.'

I didn't realise my Polish was so good. Wot was out of his seat and ripping and tearing at the small foil packet before I straightened up. I beckoned him to sit, took out the prophylactic and started to roll it over his member. The grin on his face broadened as I stroked the rubber smooth over his cock and finished the exercise by cupping his balls. I stood up with a backwards glance at Luke and then lowered myself down onto the Pole's pole. I was the only one who laughed at my silent pun.

I felt my pussy walls stretch to receive him and I groaned as I finally settled on him. We kissed and I started easing myself up and down. Wot clamped his mouth to one of my tits as I bounced and I felt him grip my arse cheeks with both hands. When I lay back a little to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit I saw Steve and Pete were both behind the sofa grinning down at me. They both had their cocks in their hands. They were still limp but they were both working to correct that. I tried to smile at them, but I think my expression was more anguished as I tried to cope with the fresh pleasures coming from my groin. A sharp slap on my arse jolted me upwards. I gasped and tried to incorporate the stinging pain with the other sensations.

I managed to look round and caught Luke's look of concentration as he slapped me again. I could feel the other cheek stinging, but my cry was more of pleasure than of pain. Wot started thrusting upwards. I tried to take some of my weight on my knees, but Luke's blows, now coming fast and hard, meant I kept falling against him. I was impressed with the strength of his thighs as he bounced me around. Steve and Piotr were both getting hard as they watched. I saw Steve's tongue moisten his lips as he reached over to squeeze my nipple. When my mouth opened in reaction, he pushed his cock in.

I tried to get some coordination into the blow job, but with Wot bouncing me up and down with increased vigour and Luke's slaps pushing me forward, I was not in control. But Steve seemed to have no complaints. I could hear his breathing quicken and he grabbed my head to steady the orifice from which he was deriving his pleasure. My pussy walls were gripping Wot, my arse was tingling and hot, saliva was dripping from my mouth as Steve filled me. I tried to grip him with my lips but had to keep opening my mouth to let out the cries of pleasure.

Suddenly Wot and Luke both stopped their ministrations. I don't know whether they were coordinating; I could not see what signals Luke may have been giving behind me. I knew Wot hadn't come. By this time my pussy was so sensitive I could almost feel the veins throbbing in his cock. Steve slammed against the back of my throat as he too was thrown by the emergency braking. I started to choke and he quickly pulled out. What a gentleman, I thought, as I collapsed against Wot's chest, gasping for air.

Steve stroked his dick against my cheek as I gulped deep breaths. I could see Piotr still wanking himself and Luke was gently stroking my butt cheeks; I began to relax. As I slowly started to grind into Wot to get the action going again, I felt Luke's hand position change and a strong finger start probing deeper between my cheeks. I realised what he was doing at the point his finger slipped inside me. My anal flower offered no resistance slick as it was from the juices torrenting from my pussy for the past - well, I had no idea how long we had been at it. Zeppelin were well finished and that had been my only measure of time.

I felt my arse spasm and I tried to lay still. I was gripping Luke's finger hard, I could sense his palm against my buttock and had the sensation of movement inside me as he twitched his upper knuckles. I let out a deep growl as Wot started pushing himself against me. Part of me knew this had been coming. After all there was not a single scene in Gang Bang Gumbo I-IV when double penetration had not taken place. I had no reason to believe Samantha-Lou and her pals were any different. But any reluctance my brain may have had about this new experience was overruled by my body's craving to deepen this new sensation.

I was soon bucking and writhing again as Wot's prick and Luke's fingers - his initial probe was soon joined by another, possibly three - ploughed into me. I lost control and was almost screaming with every thrust. At the point where I was certain I was about to pass out both men stopped again and I felt Luke free his fingers. I was again sprawled over Wot, this time his gasping breaths matched my own. I was soothed by Piotr and Steve's hands stroking my back and arse. I smiled weakly at them and kissed Wot savagely once my lungs gained enough control to allow breathing through the nose. They had moved to either side of Wot and I in the melee. I managed to summon enough energy to twist my head to check what Luke was up to. I found him behind me slowly rolling a condom over his cock. I knew what was coming next and I buried my head in Wot's shoulder.

We were both as limp as rag dolls, with the exception of his pole which seemed bigger and harder inside me that when we started. My pussy twitched involuntarily to hold him firm and I heard soft whispering in my ear. I decided his words were endearments, he was speaking in Polish, but they could as easily have been 'prepare to get your arsehole split you slut-whore' for all I knew. I just wondered how much this was going to hurt. The fingers had been OK after the first shock, I tried to remember how big Luke had been when I was blowing him.

So distracted was I, I didn't hear clearly what he said when he spoke. But when Piotr was translating for Wot and he grabbed me to pull my arse cheeks apart, I could make a good guess. Before I could make any protest, or, should I say, decide whether I wanted to make any protest, I could feel the hard, swollen tip of Luke's erection pressing against my rear entrance. I sighed with relief as he slipped in, the stickiness, the fingers and Wot's stretching grip had done their job. I pushed back against him and felt him slide deeper and deeper. Decision made.