The List Item

Why yes, I was hitting on the waitress. It was about a halfway-busy night and I had the stool beside the waitress station, where Beth, I think, had to return every few minutes to pick up her orders and listen to my hilarious stories. She was smiling and seemed to be warming up to me. The waitress is usually a long shot, they've seen everything and heard every line, but this one was new and she was cute and you never know.

I was leaning back against the bar watching her go around to the tables. They put them in little skirts and t-shirt things at the King of Clubs, definitely worth watching. People were dancing, the band was playing some rock and roll -- they were some biker-looking guys with a chick singer with a little tank top on, belly button and everything, nice but not my type. Like I say, the place was about half full. I heard somebody racking the pool balls and the loser from the last game came over and took the stool beside me.

Huh. This was a dilemma. This loser was a spunky looking little cutie who gave me a smile as she wiggled her butt to get comfortable on the barstool. She was wearing a men's white dress shirt, not buttoned all the way up but tied in a knot above her waist, tight jeans, and she had very bright red lips. She ordered a beer and allowed me to pay for it. Never mind that waitress.

I danced a few with Darcy, and told her it was a pretty name. The vibes seemed good. We returned to the bar for some chit-chat. She hadn't been to this place before, she said, doesn't get out much. No, she's not married and doesn't have a boyfriend.

"I've just been getting a little bored," she said. "Figured it was time to get out. I'm still young, I got a lot of things I wanna do before I die. Or before I get too old for them, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." I said. "You only live once."

She gave me a look like she was having second thoughts about me.

"Cliche, I know," I said. "Sorry."

That seemed to reel her back in. "How old are you?" she asked me.

"Thirty one. You?"

"You're not supposed to ask that," she smiled sweetly. "Twenty six. See? I'm getting old. I'm a MILF now."

"Oh, you have kids?"

"No," she said. "I'm not really a MILF. I'm just old enough to be one."

"Oh yeah, you're a real old lady," I said.

She looked concerned. "Do you really think so?"

I laughed and took the opportunity to look her over thoroughly. "No," I said. "You don't look like a kid but you are definitely not an old lady." I allowed a controlled amount of lechery to metacommunicate that last comment.

"Oh good," she said. "Sometimes I feel like it. I feel like there's so much I want to do before I get old and burn out."

"Yeah, that's what you said," I said to her. "What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I've got a list of things," she said. "I've been working through them. Well it's not much of a list but you know, you can't put things off forever."

"True," I said, ordering us another round. "So what's next on your list?"

"Well I've never had a gang bang," she said. "That's the next thing."

I tried not to choke. "A gang bang?"

"Yes."

"You mean sex with a bunch of guys at once?"

"Well not a bunch, maybe five or six. What do you think, is that enough?"

"Let's have a shot with this," I said, as the bartender brought two draft beers. "Jack. Two shots."

"I mean, I don't know how many," she said.

"You caught me a little bit by surprise here," I said. "I hadn't quite figured you had that kind of wish list. Out of curiosity, what else is on it?"

"Oh, zip line, scuba dive, go to a rodeo," she said. "Lots of things. I'd like to learn American Sign Language."

"And have a gang bang."

"Yeah. I mean, you gotta try it, right?"

"Some people don't," I said.

"Yeah, but how many of them wish she had?" she looked at me.

"So how do you plan to arrange this gang bang?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's a tough one," she said. "I don't think it would be good to have it with the guys I work with."

"Yeah, no," I said, "Probably not."

"Though there are a couple I would, you know, a couple are kind of cute."

"I recommend against coworkers," I said. "Too much hassle afterwards."

"Well, how about you?" she asked. "You want to do it?"

"Uh, I don't know," I said. "I never, uh, I don't think of myself as, uh, I never thought about that."

"I think the way it's going to work is that I am going to meet some guys, like maybe you, and get their numbers or something, and then at some point just call or text them and schedule it," she said.

"What about the problem of catching something from one of them?" I asked her. "You know, an STD."

"I thought about that," she said. "I guess I'd ask everybody to be honest about it."

"That doesn't sound like it would work."

"Okay, so listen, Doc, that's your name?" I nodded. "Listen, say a girl meets a guy, say you and I just met and I took you home tonight and fucked you."

(This was just what I was thinking.)

"Uh huh," I said.

"Do you think I'm going to ask you for a certificate of clean health?"

"Uh, no."

"Has any girl ever asked you if you had an STD?"

"Actually, no," I said.

"So listen Doc, I went to school. I know math. If Mary fucks one guy a night on five different nights and Nancy fucks five guys in one night, who has a higher chance of getting an STD?"

"I don't know," I said, stupidly.

"Well I know," she said. "It's the same chance."

"Huh, yeah, well, okay," I said. "I guess it's up to you."

"It seems like it's worth taking a chance," she said.

"Are you going to audition them first?"

"Do you think I should?" she asked.

"You'd hate to get into the middle of it and find out nobody is any good in bed," I said.

"Good point. So you think I should try them out."

"It's a thought," I said.

"Like, one at a time?"

I laughed a little. "Yeah."

She looked at me, deep in thought. "You know what?" she said. "No. It can be a surprise. If it's no fun, well at least I'll know."

"So one night you're going to have a bunch of guys over and just see what happens," I said, trying to make it sound bad.

"It's making my pussy wet right now thinking about it," she said.

"You're something else," I said.

"You want to do it, or not?"

We got out our phones and I texted her and she got it. We danced a couple more times and she left.

... I don't trust valet parking. I don't know why, I just don't. Not handing my fucking keys over to some kid to drive away in my truck. I parked across the street from the hotel, used my phone to put three hours on the meter, which got me to the point where they stop charging.

The hotel was nicer than what I'd pictured. You know, when I've stayed in hotels they have bugs in the pool and people yelling out on the balcony and running around, this was ten or twelve stories tall with nice landscaping. Beautiful lighting in the lobby, no holes in the carpet, soft music playing.

She'd said not to dress up or anything, just come in and wait in the lobby. She'd be down at eight. Luckily there was a bar in the lobby, so I got a Stella and propped myself up. The crowd was mostly men, I figured business guys from out of town, but some of them would be going upstairs with me and Darcy in a few minutes. Which ones, I couldn't tell.

Eight o'clock, on the dot, she made a dramatic entrance. She still had the red lipstick, but her hair was done up, off her neck, and she was wearing a dress. The dress was bright sky-blue and pale orange, with big colorful beads around her neck and a bracelet that matched. She looked like the social director for some group and, actually, I guess she was. Just about everybody turned their head to watch her as she came into the bar.

She stopped and talked to a guy, her hand on his arm, smiling at his face in a friendly way, and I wondered if she might have auditioned some or all of the other guys ahead of time. Then she flitted across the room, smiling and chatting, back and forth, eventually to me. She put her hand on my arm with a light, sensual touch, and smiled up at me. "Well the night is here," she said. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said.

We talked for a minute and I finished my beer while she talked to another guy and then she went to the opening to the lobby, looked back, and started toward the elevators. A pack of us separated from the business crowd and flowed with her across the relatively luxurious lobby.

There were four of us, all kind of looking each other over, plus her. They seemed like regular guys to me, at least, regular schmoes. I figured pretty soon we'd be getting to know each other.

"This is going to be so fun," she said, as the elevator door opened; she sounded like a wholesome schoolgirl going to an amusement park. We crowded in and she pushed the button for six. "We're on the sixth floor," she said, "With a great view." She looked from face to face, smiling warmly at each of us.

A couple of guys joked around a little in the elevator, but I tell you, that is a strange situation. An elevator is really a small space for a bunch of strangers, especially when you have a common fate coming and don't know what it's going to be. Especially knowing we'll probably all be naked together in a few minutes.

She led us down the hall like a mother duck, holding her key card and chatting over her shoulder. The hotel did not seem to be crowded, which was good -- I didn't know how much noise we would make but it would probably be some, don't you figure?

We filed into a nice room with a big bed, maybe a king-sized, I don't know the different ones. There were chairs and a couch around the room, a broad view out over the city.

"Okay," she said, addressing us like a tour guide. "Thank you guys for coming. I don't really know exactly how this is going to go. I thought about doing everybody at once, but we could go one at a time. I think that would be better, don't you?"

Nobody seemed to have an opinion. I had the feeling the other guys were like me, they had never done anything like this before and didn't know what the norm was. And also were probably not that excited about jumping into a bed with a bunch of other guys.

"One thing I did decide, though." she said. "Showers. For everyone. Including me. And I expect you'll want to do that one at a time," she laughed. "Ronnie, you first," and she pointed to a guy standing closest to the bathroom. "You guys take a shower, and you don't have to get dressed afterwards, just come on out. We're all going to see each other eventually anyway. I'll go last, I guess. Oh hey, there's a bar, you want something?"

Ronnie went off and we all did want something. All beer drinkers in this group. The refrigerator seemed well-stocked, so that was good.

We stood around the room chatting while Ronnie showered, Darcy, Franklin, Mike, Edward, and me standing around small-talking. Darcy seemed excited, her eyes were shining and she kept saying silly things and then giggling.

Ronnie came out holding a towel in front of himself, looking embarrassed. The hotel towels, it turned out, were too small to go around your waist. "All right, Franklin." Darcy said, playing hostess, and Franklin disappeared into the bathroom. "Ronnie, don't you think it's a little dumb to hold a towel in front of yourself? Here, toss it on this table over here." Poor Ronnie hesitated but she was right. We're all going to end up naked, we might as well accept that. Still, it must have been tough going first.

Ronnie did not have a hard-on but his cock hung heavily against his thigh. It looked like a pretty big one. Darcy giggled and the rest of us made a point of not looking at it. Ronnie acted like he kept wanting to put his hand over it but then pulled it away. He got a beer, too.

Franklin came out, rubbing his towel on his arm, not covering up in other words. His dick was a little hard, normal size and shape I guess. He had a little bit of a muscle on him; he had said he works construction, so I figured he's in pretty good shape.

Mike was next. He was dressed in sort-of office clothes, a dress shirt and slacks, well some guys feel most comfortable dressed like that. He was, I thought, kind of a plain looking guy, I wasn't sure how she had picked him, and wondered if she had brought in a co-worker. When he came back from the shower he looked good and healthy. His cock was flaccid and normal looking, but he did look like a regular decent guy, maybe a little on the shy side.

Darcy sent me to the shower next.

She must have ordered extra towels, there was a big stack of them. The shower was warmed up already, I soaped up and rinsed off in about a half a minute, and dried off. I held the towel in my hand and took a deep breath and stepped out into the room.

"Nice," Darcy said, running her eyes up and down my body. "Okay, Edward, you and then me."

It was a little strange standing there naked. My penis felt like swelling but didn't, really, I could feel it swinging down there but not sticking out. "This is going to be fun," Darcy said, looking at us.

Edward came out. He looked like he must work out, broad shoulders, thick arms. His dick was the biggest of us, by far, but nothing for the record books. We were a pretty normal sample of guys, healthy and ready to go.

"Okay, now me," Darcy said. "Be right back." And she disappeared into the bathroom.

Us guys stood there talking. Everybody agreed that we liked Darcy, she was nice looking, and we had never done anything like this before. Everybody seemed a little self-conscious but also it seemed kind of, I don't know, big-city-ish or something. Like, you read about Hollywood stars doing these things, "sex parties" and stuff, and now here we were. Plus, I think everybody liked the idea of fucking Darcy.

The bathroom door opened and she came out. She had let her hair down, had removed her beads, and left her towel on the rack. Just one naked woman.

And actually, she was beautiful naked. She had long legs, a narrow waist, and tits that were heavy enough to sway and hang a little but mostly they stood out straight with hard pink nipples asking for attention. A patch of natural-looking pubic hair. She looked at us looking at her and turned around slowly to give us a good look. Also, a great ass, the kind I like, tight and petite.

"Welp," she said. "This is little ole me." We were standing in a cluster and she was next to the bathroom door. I was starting to get a little bit hard, and a glance confirmed that everybody was.

Darcy smiled. "This is exciting," she said, "Checking this off my list." She began walking toward the bed. "Well, thinking about how to do this, I think it would be more comfortable if you guys took turns, don't you think?" Nobody said anything. We didn't know. But I think they others felt like I did, we wanted to fuck her but didn't want to be in bed with another guy, and didn't know how we would coordinate that. "One thing I was thinking," she said, "I'd like it if everybody stays to the end, okay? I don't want people to do their thing and then just leave. Does that make sense? It won't be real late, I don't think." Everybody sort of nodded or looked like they agreed. I don't think any of us had thought about that part of it.

She stood there looking at us. "I know," she said. "You guys are all so good looking there, naked, I love it. I think I will start by going around and kissing everybody. Is that okay?"

Naturally nobody said anything, so she went up to Franklin and put her arms around him, and began making out with him. He put his arms around her, too, and his cock immediately sprang up, and she reached down and stroked it with her hand while they made out. She was sort of cooing while they kissed, and then broke it off and said, "Woo, I'm going to like this."

Mike was looking a little shy, and Darcy seemed charmed by his innocence. "See, here's my boyfriend," she said. "C'mon Mike, give me a little kiss, how about it?" She wrapped him up in a bear hug and laid a liplock on him, then reached down and stroked his penis lightly. It rose under her touch and she said, "That's my boy. We're going to have a good time together." Even though she had never done anything like this before, she seemed to know how to put us all at ease, where each of us needed something different.

Then she stepped up to Edward, and gave him a lascivious look. Anybody would know what was on her mind, she did not hide it; he had a lot of meat hanging between his legs. She stood on tippy-toes to give him a big, tongue-y kiss, and he became immersed in it. His cock stiffened and it got pretty fucking big, scary big. She reached down to stroke it and had to stop kissing him for a second to look at it. "Oh," she said, "That's a big one." Then she continued to sort of jack him off while they made out.

I was next. "Hi, Doc," she said, "I'm glad you could make it." The way she said it made me feel special, like maybe I was really the one she wanted to see. I kissed her and it was hot, her tongue touching my lips and then wrestling with my tongue, in her mouth and in mine. Her hand came to my hard cock and pumped it while we made out, and it was a surreal moment, very intense.

She pull her face back with some reluctance, it seemed to me, and turned to Ronnie. "Hi, good lookin'," she said to him, and she took him in her arms and kissed him. His dick was already hard, and her hand made it harder. "Ooh, nice," she said as she finally let him go.

She turned to us. "Okay, I'm just winging it here. If you got any ideas, let me know. Let's do one at a time, Ronnie, you want to be first?"

"Sure," Ronnie said, and Darcy climbed into the bed. She held out her arms to him and he lay beside her. "You look like the romantic type," she said softly. "I bet the girls go for you, don't they."

"I don't know," Ronnie said. "Not really, I guess." His cock had looked pretty big when he got out of the shower and it was bigger when it was fully hard. Not huge but respectable, bigger than mine anyway. He was, I guess, a good-looking guy, blue eyes, square jaw, a kind of perpetual laugh just under the surface of his face. I could see why she thought of him as the romantic type.

He kissed Darcy and she moaned and reached down to fondle him. It must have been weird going first, with no precedent. He bent his head down and took her breast between his lips and began sucking her, and she gasped and clutched him to her. I think she was surprised, like she had pictured some guys sticking their dicks into her and had not expect anything like foreplay or anything sensuous. Then I think he surprised all of us by scooting down and munching on her pussy.

Funny, I had thought about that a minute before. Normally if I'm with a girl I'll go down on her for a while. They like it, sometimes it will get them to orgasm even, and definitely at the end of the day they will appreciate you for it. Plus, it's fun. But I couldn't imagine sticking my face in a puddle of somebody else's cum, you know what I mean? But - the first guy, no problem. Ronnie gets to have all the fun. He licked her pussy for a couple of minutes and Darcy was making happy sounds and rolling her eyes. She did not seem to come but he definitely shifted her up into high gear.

"Fuck me," she said, finally, and she opened her arms for him to come up on top of her.

The rest of us were standing around the bed, which seemed kind of strange but it was kind of cool, too. We were like an audience, watching live porn from a few inches away. Darcy had taken a great attitude, it seemed to me that there was an imaginary curtain around the bed, like she and Ronnie were in their own world, and they paid no attention to us. This seemed to relax Ronnie, too, and he concentrated on her rather than worrying about a bunch of guys watching.

She spread her legs and tipped her hips forward and he reached down to hold his cock while he aimed it at her vagina and pushed it in. I was at the side of the bed beside her hip and could literally see every inch of it sink into her, from that first instant where the tip of his cock touched her and parted her labia, till he was buried to the hilt. Darcy threw her arms around his neck and let out a little whimper. Like I say, Ronnie had a pretty big one, thick as well as long, and I'm sure Darcy was feeling a lot of sensation as he pushed that log up into her.

They held still for a moment and then she began moving her hips slowly. Ronnie cocked his ass back and slammed his cock into her a couple of times and I could see marks on his back where her fingers dug into his skin. Her eyes were closed, as Ronnie slowed down and began moving in and out of her. Her hips lifted up to meet him with each thrust, and the two of them got a rhythm going.

I glanced around at the other guys. Edward had his dick in his hands and was stroking it - I don't think he was aware of doing that. Franklin's and Mike's cocks were stiff as pipe as their eyes wandered over the couple of the bed, head to toe, watching everything that happened. I was hard too, I did not play with myself in front of the others.

Ronnie and Darcy got a heavy rhythm going. I know how I would feel if I was him, I'd want to fuck her brains out and I would not want to embarrass myself in front of the other guys. Maybe this is how a gang-bang works for a girl, she can get all the guys showing off for each other and the ultimate beneficiary is herself. Everybody brings their best. Well, I don't know, but Ronnie was slamming that impressive salami with some force and Darcy was squealing like a little lost bunny as he took her breath away.

He came with a roar. I could see him try to hold it back and then he just reared his butt back and rammed into her, then did it again, opening his mouth and letting out a rumbling roar that was kind of terrifying, if you didn't know what was causing it. He slammed her with a half dozen deep ramrod thrusts and then a couple of little ones, then fell limp on her.

Darcy was cool, she put her hand on the back of his head in a kind of maternal way and looked around the room at the rest of us, with a kindly smile. "That was amazing, sweetie," she cooed to him. "You were incredible." Ronnie shifted a little and opened his eyes. He gave her a little kiss as he lifted his upper body.

"I guess I better get off you," he said. He pulled his half-soft cock out of her.

"Yeah," she said. "It's Mike's turn."

So this is how it works, I was thinking. Okay, I can work with that. It was actually kind of sweet, it seemed respectful enough, everybody will get their turn.

Ronnie rolled back and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He shook his head for a few seconds and stood up slowly. Swayed a little, stepped away from the bed.

Mike gave his cock a couple of tugs. He was getting hot like all of us, watching the show, and now he stepped forward for his turn.

Darcy gestured for him to come to the bed. "Mike is a nice guy," Darcy said to all of us. "I feel safe with Mike around." Mike looked a little embarrassed, I doubt that any guy wants to be "safe," but what you gonna do? You could see a little bit of Ronnie's cum oozing out of Darcy's pussy and she was ready for more.

"Come give me a kiss, Mike," she said. "You can be my boyfriend for a while, does that sound all right?"

"Sure," he said.

"Well, Mike, your poor lonesome girlfriend needs some lovin'. You look like you're up to it."

Mike got on the bed and kissed Darcy. She pulled him close and opened her mouth and they did look like boyfriend-girlfriend making out there, it was almost embarrassing to stand there watching them, like we were violating their privacy. But Darcy had a way to creating that invisible shield around the bed, making a private zone for her and whoever she was with.

Anybody would call Mike's a normal penis. It was circumcised, normal length, and it was hard and ready for action. Darcy put her arms around him and rolled him on top of her. He reached down and slipped his cock into her and she smiled up at him.

It didn't seem to me that Mike had much imagination. Some guys think that fucking means you stick your dick into somebody and move back and forth until you cum. Darcy seemed to enjoy what he was doing but he was not setting the woods on fire.

"Stop," she said suddenly. "I have an idea. You get behind me." Mike rolled off her and she got up on her hands and knees. "There you go," she said. "Get back there and fuck me." Mike got on his knees and rubbed his cock on her until he was sure he had the right hole, and pushed it into her.

Darcy seemed to like this better. She had a way of flexing her back that seemed to give him a lot of stimulation, and she was panting and grunting too, though it did not seem that an orgasm was impending. A lot of women do not have orgasms, and it occurred to me that maybe she was one of those. It doesn't mean they don't enjoy fucking, I don't have an explanation for it, they just don't come. And of course a lot of women can come a lot of times.

Mike was going deep and banging her hard, and she was getting the most out of it. She was working her pussy on him, swiveling her hips forward and back, up and down, and after about five minutes Mike gave out a groan and grabbed her sides and rammed his cock deep into her and held it there. His butt-muscles twitched in a rhythm with what I assumed were the surges of cum he was pumping into her. He started to fall forward but caught himself. He looked around the room at the circle of guys watching and gave a sort of crooked smile.

"See, that's what a girlfriend needs," Darcy said, and I felt for a second that she liked Mike the best of us. He pulled out and stepped off the bed and she let her head rest on the mattress for a minute with her ass up in the air. A big thick blob of cum was hanging just inside the opening of her vagina, ready to drip but staying barely inside her, probably because of how her back was tipped. She rolled over and opened her arms for Mike to come over for a sweet kiss. "I loved that," she said. "Thank you." They kissed and then hugged and then he stepped back and she looked around the room.

Darcy looked at Franklin. "Come here, you big strong man," she said to him. "Let me give you a little more exercise."

Franklin approached the bed. Now, if I'm him, as I said, I'm not going to go down on her. I am not sure how the sloppy-seconds thing works, I have never done that, but I guess her pussy is wetter than wet, since she filled with a couple of loads of cum already. Is that creepy or weird? I just didn't know. And Franklin probably didn't know either - she had not selected porn stars for this, but just regular oafs that she met somewhere. It's all new to all of us.

As before, she opened her arms and invited Franklin into the bed. He lay down beside her and, as before, they made out pretty passionately for a while. She was stroking his cock and he put his hand on her pussy and played with it, his fingers sometimes dipping into the two-man soup that was dripping out of her and smearing it around a little. "Fuck me," she said. "I want that thing inside me."

Franklin lay on top of her and was able to line his cock up and slip it in with no hands. He was obviously strong and it was kind of fascinating to watch his body move on top of her. His ass would clench as he pushed his penis into her and held it, pressing his pubic bone against her, rocking on his toes sometimes as he rubbed against her clitoris. Then it unclenched and he pulled back, and then, butt-muscles hard as rock, he rammed up into her again and ground against her.

"Ooh," she said, "That's a nice move you got there." Her arms held his strong back as he drove into her again and again, crushing his body against her, trying to stimulate that clitoris. Her moans transformed from a kind of encouraging cheerleading to an expression of raw lust as he worked her up, and then you could see her orgasm approaching as her hips began moving on their own and Franklin ground against her. His too; his breathing was growing heavy, low grunts coming from him as he gave her his best.

This went on for, maybe five minutes, and then she threw her legs up over his back and went crazy on him, crying out and fucking him wildly. He, too, lost his load, ramming her through her orgasm and filling her with his semen. He seemed to have a lot, too, I didn't count but he probably came through ten hard thrusts before he slowed and stopped, giving her one last deep shove and holding it until her pulsations subsided.

"Well," she said, "I didn't expect that! Thank you, Franklin. Very nice."

Franklin maintained a kind of push-up posture, keeping his weight off her, looking at her face. It was an intimate moment, again Darcy had a talent for creating that invisible barrier around herself and the man of the moment. They two of them looked into one another's eyes for half a minute, and then she said softly, "It looks like it's Doc's turn."

It took me by surprise. I was standing there with a hard-on, ready to go, but it seemed strange to switch from playing spectator to ... gladiator. Franklin rolled out of bed and returned to his previous position near the foot of the bed, to watch. Edwards big erection loomed in front of himself, but Ronnie and Mike were still flaccid, and now Franklin.

"Come here, Doc," Darcy said. I lay down and she fondled my cock. "I like this one," she said. "It's just right." And with that she slid her head down the length of my body, took my penis in her mouth and proceeded to suck it. I was on my back, and my eyes closed as she gave me a gigantic amount of pleasure. I had taken her to be a fairly inexperienced woman but somewhere along the way she had learned how to give head, and it was great.

"Stay on your back," she said. "You don't mind if I get on top, do you?" I couldn't see anything wrong with that, and she threw a leg over mine and lowered her pussy onto me.

I'd have to say it was messy, all right. Especially with her on top, I could feel the juice running out of her and down my shaft, into my pubic hair. At first I started to shudder but quickly I realized it was actually just fine. This is just what happens. She got situated and leaned forward over me so she could work her hips on my cock, and it was fucking great. Her tits brushed against my chest sometimes, and I took them both in my hands and squeezed them and pinched her nipples, and was able to raise my head to suck her tits while she fucked me.

I don't see the sense in women being "polite" and passive in bed. I have always appreciated when they let you know what they want, or when they do things that feel good to them, not worrying about me. I think Darcy sensed that. She pumped her hips on me and shifted to different positions until she found something that worked for her. I glanced around at the guys surrounding the bed, watching everything with avid interest. They seemed far away, as if they were watching this on a screen somewhere. I could hear the fluids squishing as Darcy fucked me, leaning over my body.

I was a little surprised when she put her hand between her legs and began playing with herself. "Sorry," she said, in an unnecessary way. She couldn't know, but that is one of my favorite things, I love it when the girl has enough self-confidence to take care of herself. After a minute I could feel her started to get hot, she looked at me with a crooked smile and said, "Ooh, I think that's going to do it."

Well if that was doing it for her, it was doing it for me, too. I picked up the tempo, pounding into her from below, and her fingers were zipping furiously over her clit as she undulated on me until kaplooey, she exploded. She began sweeping her pussy over me, fucking me in long, sensuous strokes, and it was too much and I exploded too. I grabbed her waist to hold her in place and fucked her deep and hard, blasting her full of my own syrup. It was timeless, the two of us frenzied, fucking like animals, and then it ended.

The darkness rushed in from the periphery and filled my consciousness. My eyes closed and immediately dream-images tried to dance for my entertainment but I forced my eyes open again and looked up at Darcy. She was sitting up straight on me, smiling down, her beautiful tits bobbing as she moved her hips to get a little more. "That was beautiful, Doc," she said, and I bought it. I felt it was beautiful, too, even if there were a bunch of horny assholes standing around watching, and this was all pre-arranged to check an item off her list.

She looked around at Edward, her eyes finding his and then dropping to that shotgun barrel at his midsection. She lifted herself off me and gave me a quick kiss and I scooted to the side of the bed and returned to my place.

"Edward," she said, looking at his cock again. "It's a good thing I'm warmed up, but I don't know if that's gonna fit."

"We'll start slow," Edward said. His body was bulky, like a weightlifter, bulging muscles, thick neck. My impression had always been that weightlifters had tiny dicks but he definitely disproved that stereotype. His was like a tree-limb growing out from his body, with a fat knot at the end of it, or some kind of purplish fruit.

Darcy lay in the bed and held out her arms. "Let's see what happens," she said.

So, look, I think giant dicks in porn are stupid. I've seen them, I get it, it's fake bullshit, nobody is built like that in real life. Also, it seems that women really do complain about the porn-size penises, it hurts them and is not the pleasure-weapon they pretend it is in the movies. But Edwards cock was not like those, not insanely huge, it was just real big. It was at least two inches longer than the next-biggest one, Ronnie's, and a lot bigger diameter. Even standing across from him while all this was going on, that thing had been intimidating. So I was curious to see how this went. I moved a little, closer to Darcy's knees, where I could see better, and I noticed the other guys shifted for a better view, too. While they were getting to know each other, I could see that her vagina was overflowing with iridescent fluid, running down between her thighs, and her pubic hair was matted with it. I felt a little grossed out until I remember that the most recent mess was my own. Then: oh well.

She made out with Edward for a while, running her hand over his shaft, sort of groaning in a "what have I gotten myself into" way but with a hopeful edge to it. Then she said, "Okay, let's try this."

Edward rolled over and positioned himself between her legs. I could see perfectly, and it did not seem possible that that fat thing was going to fit into that little hole. He did not use his hands. Darcy had bent her knees and tilted her hips a little for better access, and Edward's dick went to her vagina like a duck goes to water.

There was a kind of suction sound when he first pushed the ball on the end of his penis into her opening, and a gush of cum ran out around the edges. Darcy held up a hand and said, "Go slow. I can do this."

All eyes were on the point where their bodies met. "Okay, go," she said, and I saw Edward's butt flex as he pressed forward, and nothing happened. She reached down and pulled her labia back out of the way, wiggled her ass a little for a better angle, and said, "Okay, try now."

Us guys were all holding our breath, watching this. And suddenly the head of his cock disappeared into her. She gave out a loud gasp and held her hand up again for him to stop. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, come on."

It was like a ship sailing into a harbor, very slow, you could barely see the progress but after a minute half his cock was embedded in her. Darcy's eyes were closed and her hands hovered in the air, ready to stop him at any moment. Sometimes she would say, "Okay," under her breath, seeming as much to encourage herself as to guide him into her.

And eventually he got the whole thing in. It took a few minutes and Darcy was covered with sweat. Tears were running down her cheeks. Her skin was flushed. "Okay, go easy," she said, and Edward backed that thing out slowly and then pushed it back in, encountering less resistance this time.

"Oh my god," she said. We were all thinking it.

Edward continued sawing his hard-on into her, increasing the pace very gradually. She raised her legs up over his head and locked her ankles together and he went in to the hilt. I didn't think her vagina went that deep, but there was the proof, I guess they stretch when they have to.

She started making little involuntary squeaky sounds each time he pressed it into her.

When he pulled back I could see the flesh of her vagina stretching and clutching him -- it looked dangerous, actually. And I could see that her clitoris was caught up in the stretching, even though his cock didn't literally touch it, it was pulling it and stretching it and I knew this was going to get to her soon.

Her squeaks turned to squeals.

Edward did not seem to have any issue with stamina. He was up on his elbows over her looking down at her face while his hips worked in slow motion, driving that big package home again and again.

Her squeals turned to shrieks.

She began shaking. Tears were flowing out of her eyes and down the sides of her cheeks. When her eyes opened you could only see the whites. Her ass began humping back at him like she was responding to an emergency, and he kept plunging that cock into her.

Her shrieks turned to shouts.

And now she was coming like a motherfucker, totally immersed in the fucking he was giving her. He kept pounding her in slow motion, driving into her like an oil rig pumping.

She broke.

Her arms fell back to the mattress, her runny eyes turned to outright weeping. Her nose was running. She let her legs drop and began breathing deeply, trying to regain her composure.

But he wasn't finished. He slowed and let her catch her breath, but kept his meat pumping. These were not full-length strokes and not forceful but they were effective, and after about a minute of rest she looked up at him with wide eyes, threw her legs up over his back again, and there they went.

Squeaks, squeals, shrieks, shouts -- I was glad the hall had seemed mostly vacant when we came up, because someone might have suspected a violent crime was being committed. Three of us stood around the bed while Edward hammered her to another near-lethal orgasm, and that one set him off, too. He let out a groan and started fucking her pretty hard, shot after shot of cum flooding her, until her legs fell away and he leaned his head down to rest on her shoulder.

It was very quiet in the room. The rest of us stood there reverently while Darcy and Edward began breathing again. Darcy opened her eyes and said, "Holy shit, Edward, what the fuck was that?" He didn't answer. She put her arms around him and when he was able to respond she gave him a sweet, long kiss. He knew the routine and got up.

Darcy lay on her back in the bed looking around at the four of us. "Oh my god, you guys," she said. "You have been so wonderful, this has been the best day of my life."

"It has been amazing," somebody said, and we all agreed.

"So I guess we're done," she said, looking from face to face. "Is there anything else we should do?"

We looked like a spent bunch of sad-sacks standing there. I was thinking about where my clothes were, and then Franklin said, "Actually, maybe."

"Yes?" Darcy was as surprised as any of us.

He glanced around. "It's kind of a chance for a fantasy of mine."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'd like to clean you up," Franklin said.

She looked at him like he was weird. "Okay, I guess. There's a washcloth in the bathroom."

"No, not that," Franklin said. He was somewhat musclebound and tough-looking but you could tell he was embarrassed at this moment. "I mean, with my mouth."

"Oh!" Darcy said. A look of shock crossed her face for a fraction of a second before she reverted to being the gracious hostess. "You want to lick it up?"

"Yes," Franklin said.

"Huh," Darcy glanced around at all of us. "Well that could be kind of fun. Do you guys mind sticking around for a couple more minutes?"

I kind of felt like I might be sick if I watched this, but nobody wanted to hurt Franklin's feelings, and, honestly I was a little curious. I had never seen anything like this and would hate to always wonder what had happened.

Everybody sort of made affirmative sounds, nobody said no, so Darcy said, "How do you want me? On my back?"

"Yeah, that will be good," Franklin said.

Darcy scooted down the bed and opened her legs. "Like this?"

"Let me try it," Franklin said. He crawled up between her legs and looked at her pussy.

By this time, a flood of cum was pouring out of her. It was sticking to her thighs, and her vagina was overflowing with it. It had a kind of glow to it, like it would shine in the dark, and it tended to come out in clumps.

Franklin put a hand on each of her thighs and pushed them apart, then lowered his head to her pussy. I was standing, as before, alongside her knee where I could see everything perfectly. I watched his tongue come out, pointed, and he found her vaginal opening and scooped a big load of cum out of it and brought it into his mouth. He closed his lips and swished it around his mouth, tasting it, savoring the texture, and, I would imagine, enjoying the sheer nastiness of what he was doing.

Without looking at any of us, he began licking around her pussy, cleaning up big streaks and smears, licking her clean. He started at her perineum, near her asshole, licking and swallowing, and worked up around the edges of her vagina, which was still overflowing with stuff.

Darcy laughed softly. "That feels pretty good," she said, laying her head back. "I could get used to this."

Franklin licked the cum off the outer edges of her labia and then returned to the vagina for another big load. Darcy began moaning again. I glanced around and noticed that everybody was hard.

"I thought I was done," Darcy said, with a laugh and a moan. "You make sure you don't miss any spots there Franklin darlin', okay?"

I definitely had mixed feelings watching this. It had never in my life occurred to me that I would want to lick up a bunch of guys' cum from some well-fucked pussy, and actually it seemed pretty gross. On the other hand, this was obviously something Franklin had dreamed of, just in the way that Darcy had dreamed of her gang-bang, and he was finally getting the chance to check this off his list. So yeah, it was disgusting in a way, but it was also fascinating in a way, and also inspiring to see somebody doing something that nobody in his life had ever encouraged him to do, or wanted him to do, or could imagine him doing. I could tell the other guys were going through the same mental exercises, trying to understand their own feelings about what we were witnessing.

Every time he cleaned the streaming puddle from her vaginal opening, another stream would flow out, and he would suck that up. He began nibbling on her pussy, licking it clean, and worked his way to her clitoris -- there was cum all the way up into her pubic hair. Darcy gasped. "Oh my god, Franklin, what are you doing?"

It had seemed awkward for the rest of us, but nobody could take their eyes off the action. Franklin was having the time of his life, making his dreams come true, and Darcy's state of arousal was increasing with every suck and lick. Her hand came to the back of his head and her eyes closed. She began moving her hips subtly, humping his mouth as he swept his tongue over her sensitive flesh, and then suddenly she erupted into a violent shuddering orgasm.

The orgasmic contractions forced more semen out of her, and Franklin worked feverishly to get it while it was fresh, while she was humping his face and crying out.

Darcy's body stopped shaking, her hand fell to her side, and she looked up at us with a big smile. "Thank you Franklin, that was more than I could have asked for."

"No, thank you," Franklin said, sincerely.

She looked at the rest of us standing there with our dicks stiff. "Nope," she said, laughing at us. "No more. That's it. This girl has had enough." We all laughed, I don't think any of us really needed to go again. But at least her pussy was, in fact, nice and tidy now, Franklin had done a thorough job of it. He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Hope you guys didn't mind," he said.

"No, that was something I'd never seen before," Mike said, his hard-on twanging in the air, and we all nodded and agreed.

Darcy got up from the bed and came around and gave everybody a loving hug and a nice kiss. She thanked us individually and as a group for fulfilling her fantasy and helping her check an item off her list.

"Okay, everybody, get those clothes on and get out of here." We found our things and dressed without talking. Then the four of us guys stumbled down the hall to the elevator, laughing and chatting a little. There wasn't much to say. At the ground floor we nodded to each other and scattered, each his separate way.