Savannah Gray Pt. 05

"Ooooh fuck! When oh when did you tell me you were going to switch it up Baby??" Regina was already drinking a bottle of wine and her naughty side was revealing itself like autumn does in its reddening, swaying dance with spring.

Savannah had emerged from the doorway after working on an outfit for quite the length of time. Is it a slutty kind of day?

Maybe a cute outfit for the party?

Stockings had been tried on and maid outfits had been left on the chair.

Leotards and heels here and there.

Corsets and schoolgirl costumes.

Nothing seemed to work.

And then,

"And then I found these," Savannah pulled up the exposed thin black waistband shooting out from her blue jeans and wrapping around her soft hips. Regina slowly made her way towards Savannah, wine in hand. As the glass made its way from one hand to the other, the now free fingers of Regina gripped that little tiny waistband, "And what's at the end of this little piece of fabric, I wonder..."

Her eyes met Savannah's.

"Oh baby, what's that? Is that," Her hands meet at the top of her jeans, "A pesky little button. I think we can juuuuust..."

And with that a white bow made its entrance and, as the zip of the jeans was ever-so-slowly pulled down, a triangular and transparently sheer cover made contact with the air.

"God you pull that off baby," Regina teases whilst lightly rubbing her girlfriend's soft cock through the fabric.

"Maybe you can pull it off later," Savannah retorts, eyes closed and biting her lip.

"Okay Casanova," A playful slap to the front of the see-through thong from Regina and a high-pitched moan from Savannah.

"Jeans, white trainers. Gorgeous little thong. White little cropped top,"

"Don't forget the plug."

A slutty smirk from Regina, "Ooh you naughty girl!!"

With the wine flowing like the Rhine, the river of guests became more and more anticipated as the hours and minutes fell away.

First, a group of girls, numbering maybe 12.

A mixture of Latinas, Europeans, 2 girls from Japan, and a towering slender Kenyan goddess.

With the positively European double-kissing salutations out of the way, and the mutual enjoyment of ass slaps and drunken dancing haven taken place, more and more arrivals streamed in.

Queer artists.

Writers.

The dancers from the university nearby.

Football boys.

Gym bros, gym rats and gym brats.

Formal dress here,

Fishnet dress there.

A girl in cowboy boots, which suits her very well. A middle-aged black bull not wearing cowboy boots, which suits him very well. Vagabonds and wank-crazy wayfarers swirl round the several levels of the cosy home, with drinks swirling equally into mouths and out of mouths on to countertops and crop-tops. The music bounced like a dripping lady of the night from Eminem to ABBA to,

"Is this fucking Vivaldi!?" A voice could be heard as Coltrane shuffled to classical.

Savannah had found herself in one of the bedrooms with a rather sultry group of girls. There seemed to be an elephant in the room with regards to whether or not Savannah was heavily... trunked. Or perhaps a tomboy or something else entirely. Perhaps an alien.

"Savannah, please don't take this the wrong way but," One of the girls sitting on the end of the bed, removing her uncomfortable heels, began, "But, well,"

"Oh god you're useless Sophie, just ask the fucking question!" A heckle from a bikini-clad slut.

Savannah let out a playful sigh and placed her hands up in a call for silence.

The room lost its volume and Savannah walked slowly, very slowly indeed, towards Sophie. Her crotch at eye-level, she bent down and reached for the girl's drunk hands and placed them on the button and waist of her jeans. All the girls by now had joined Sophie on the bed and like in some kind of interactive cinema experience they crowded around to see the result of this sensual question. Sophie, very full of vodka, used her heavy and loose arms to pop the button and instead of doing the natural thing (namely pulling the zip down) she simply yanked the jeans down. With some resistance from a round bum and no resistance from her slender waist, the blue jeans fell and the crowd gasped Savannah, unfazed, kicked the jeans to the side and, adjusting the front of her panties, straddled Sophie. Her legs either side of her and her head poking over one shoulder to look at the rest of the audience, Savannah grabbed the waist of her new sexy seat and imparted some information, "She by the way, ummmfhh, I still go by 'she'."

The door opened as a drunken shadowy figure stumbled around in search of... Well of something.

"Fuck off, busy here!" Announced one of the girls now laying on the bed

"No," Another interrupted, "Join us! She can have him." Immediately all the girls caught wind of the plan.

They would lay there in their new front-row seats and bear witness to some much desired interracial fucking. Sophie pulled up the waistband of her straddler and let it go with a heavy slap!

"From behind I don't think he can tell you're packing... follow my lead," Sophie motioned for the huge black man to come in.

"Ohhh Raymond!! It's you! Get your ass over here, I have just what you need," A very heavy slap to Savannah's ass.

Raymond was already removing the last of his clothes as he approached Savannah from the literal rear. A heavy hand fell on her shoulders.

"A friend of yours?" Raymond gave Sophie a kiss,

"Shhhhh just fuck her already! We're waiting!" A desperate onlooker proclaimed.

Sophie lay back on the bed and pulled Savannah down with her. Now Savannah was straddling Sophie, both of them prone, her hard and pumping cock pressed up against her stomach and leaking through the thong and a tight white dress below. Sophie pulled her close to whisper to her,

"Put on a show for us. Arch your back slut."

Raymond grabbed his giant shaft and spat on it. Jerking it around for an even coverage he pulled the sliver of fabric away from Savannah's hole. Drunk, too drunk to notice or care, he simply pushed all of his weight forward but,

"Huh!? What the fuck is-"

Sophie reached her hand between Savannah's legs and felt the plug. Letting out a giggle into the ear of Savannah she yanked it out

Pop!

A deeeeeep moan left Savannah's mouth but before she knew it, her own plug had been forced into her mouth by Sophie like a pacifier, "Suck it..." She whispered.

Raymond tried again and jackpot! His whole weight fell into her and all 8 inches simply became swallowed by this mysterious slutty hole.

"Mmmmm fuccckkk!" A primal growl came out...

And with that a rough pounding began. His hands on the hips of his new prey, Raymond simply manhandled Savannah's little sissy pussy.

"It looks like someone's found his fuckhole! Harder! Make her cry!" Our slutty heckler from before, but now completely naked, is enjoying her show it would seem.

"MhhhmmUGHHHmmmmn," The trembling voice of Savannah let out of high-pitched whine and her body weight fell on Sophie.

"Ooh fu-uuu-MHHH-uuuckkkKKK," Raymond was panting and absolutely destroying her cheeks with his squeezing and slapping rough hands.

Little breathy squeaks and moans met the ears of Sophie who was rubbing Savannah's left nipple which was ever-so-slightly exposed

Round and round

Round and round

Raymond pounded her

Round and round

Round and ro-

"OhHHhhhFuUcCkkkk!!" Savannah's toes curled and her hands clenched in fists and gathered up the mattress

Raymond kept up his pace, unfinished and uncaring, "Fu-FUU-I-MmmmHphHfHhhhh"

Savannah's body gave signs of absolutely wanting to jump and wriggle and buck but the girls lunged to the rescue and held her wrists and pushed her back down to the bed. Literal screams came from her and her throat tightened, "AhhHhFUCKKKKyeSsHhNfF".

Raymond grunted and groaned and swore and spanked and was urged on by the girls to continue. Sophie by this point was completely covered in white cream. Her abdomen looked like it had had a head-on collision with the Pacific Ocean of Thick Cum. Savannah tightened, and loosened, and became more rigid, and let her muscles relax, and screamed some more. Desperate, her cock shot its ropes of cum out and into her own underwear.

"Fucking slut!!" Raymond roared as his balls tightened, "UGHHH!!" His muscles clenched and he powered himself deep into the quivering and suppressed Savannah.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump!

The delivery of his superior seed rushed into her with intensity and anger. Savannah moaned a long, deep moan of many many seconds as her very lust poured into the room. Like a slutty death rattle it aroused the loins of him even more and a few final thrusts and pumps later he was sweating and groaning and all the girls were still there holding Savannah down. Sophie took advantage of the spaced-out slut atop her, and her little lost mind, "Guess where this plug is going?" She whispered as her hand took it and gave it to a friend on the bed now sitting beside. She motioned to her friend to return it to its rightful place. Raymond slowly exited his fuckhole and just as the second wave of pleasure would start, enjoying his seed come back out of her sissy pussy, a plug was lodged in,

"That's right..." Sophie kissed Savannah on the neck "Keep it. All of it. You little whore."

...

Raymond disappeared as men do once the post-orgasm rush sends more blood to the brain, swiftly leaving the room and slamming the door. The girls, all giggling and wet and on edge by now, took their hands off of Savannah. Savannah just lay there. Panting heavily and her toes still curling. Her hole puckered and the plug moved in and out. Sophie slowly had one of the girls pull Savannah to her feet but her tremendous fucking has rendered her dizzy and hot and completely dumb. She leaned her head back and groaned. As Sophie stood up and began removing the sopping wet dress, a girl put Savannah's hands on her own thong's waistband, "Come on baby, not so in control now are we? Do your little move for us."

Savannah reluctantly pulled the waistband up her body slightly but it sent her into little spasms and she became a moaning wreck. Her back arched and again her head fell back. Her hands were raised above her head by two of the girls

"Right foot up darling," A hand grabbed her ankle lightly and placed it into the air before back down onto the carpeted floor.

"Aaaaand the left," Another time.

Now you can maybe take over here reader. Bend down, your eyes watering and your breath hot and heavy. Place your hands on whatever you find. Like a wet sponge it makes a moist sound when you grab it and its juices find their way between your fingers. You, with help from hands, nails painted and palms moisturised, begin pulling the tight thing up your legs. Like a snail's trail, it leaves your legs wet and sticky as you pull it up and over your thighs and ass and hips and abdomen and...

"Can you smell that?" One of the girls gives Savannah a nice spank on her ass, "She's wearing her own mess."

The door is opened and you are led out into the familiar noise and beats of music. Sophie is in front of you naked and she turns to face you as you rejoin the party, "His thick cum is inside you baby. God knows how much..."

She wanders off to the party.

And Savannah falls to her knees, her legs spread and her hands finding solace on the floor. Her hips buck some more and she moans as people pass. Her ass hurts, but it yearns for more...