Lindsay, Steph, and 21 Gangsters

Lindsay, Steph and 21 Gangsters - Cheerleaders Lindsay and Steph take a shine to 21 Gangsters in a New Orleans Manor

Welcome readers. This is part six in the Cheerleader Lindsay series.

Lindsay is a junior transfer student at Baylor Tech and a member of the cheerleading squad. Her wild sexual adventures evolve from a bet between rival football teams. Baylor Tech loses to Virginia University, leading to Lindsay meeting up with five aggressive jocks at a warehouse.

The sexual rollercoaster continues the next day when she is pulled over by two undercover detectives working in the rough part of town. Three younger cops join them at an abandoned toy car factory to dominate Lindsay.

Returning to campus, Lindsay gets into a fight with her boyfriend Jake. Joe and Sean witness the fight. They interfere, Jake leaves, and her rescuers take Lindsay to the Baylor Astronomy Observatory for wild times.

Chapter 4 details Lindsay being summoned to the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips' office. Police Chief Conrad and football coach Aberdeen join them. The three older men, having learned of the wager with Virginia University, grill Lindsay and threaten her with expulsion. In desperation, Lindsay utters "Eagles over Broadway", a phrase the detectives told her to say if she got into trouble. Police Chief Conrad is duped. Thinking Lindsay might be an undercover agent, they strike a deal. Lindsay will scout the football team's upcoming opponents. She will be unhindered as she looks for drug connections and playbooks. Her first trip is to Louisiana.

The series continues with Lindsay's friend, Stephanie, coming out for a visit to New Orleans. While Steph goes out to research a famous historical figure, Lindsay meets up with Derek and a few of his football-playing friends. Wild sex ensues and her new playmates get Lindsay to reveal her darkest fantasies. An evening of debauchery is now set into motion.

Lindsay, Steph and 21 Gangsters - Cheerleaders Lindsay and Steph take a shine to 21 Gangsters in a New Orleans Manor

"I hope this is the right place," Stephanie said to the Uber driver, Jacques, as he pulled the dark Jaguar I-Pace up to The Blue Hornet Pub.

"What time are you supposed to be meeting your friend?" Jacques asked gazing back at the spunky blonde in the back seat.

Stephanie noticed Jacques eyeing her in the mirror. She wondered if he was trying to flirt with her. Putting her lipstick down, Steph tapped his shoulder and sighed, "Not 'til 10 p. m. Looks kind of quiet."

"It's only 8:30," Jacques observed. "The Horny Den will be jumping later."

"Well, I sure hope so," Steph said, bubbling over with excited anticipation. "You probably could guess I am from out of town."

"I was wondering," Jacques responded with a grin. He was used to getting hit on while driving. Usually, trying to keep a focus on his earnings he would get the occasional phone number. Tonight was different. Jacques mostly drove on the weekends, but this was a week night. It was much slower than he anticipated. "I'll give you a little tour of town if you like. That way you'll have a little more time to do your makeup."

"Really? Sure if you have time," Stephanie responded pleasantly surprised. "I don't want to mess up your schedule."

Jacques angled his Jaguar over a hill with nice views of the city. "You won't find this vantage point in the guidebooks."

Stephanie was relieved Jacques had pulled the car into a parking spot. "Thanks for stopping. I can't really do my eyeliner when we are moving."

Bewildered that she wasn't impressed with the stunning perspective Jacques tried to shift the conversation. "If you have a competition going with your friend you'll win."

"Competition?" Steph asked, pondering what Jacques meant as she continued to devour the sculpted features of her handsome driver. "What do you mean?"

"Eye liner or not you got my eyes worn slap out. Gussied up in that full length black dress you are going to cause a stir of hankerings for smashing," Jacques said as he stared at how well Stephanie's bodycon dress displayed her big tits.

"So the Horny Den, eh?" Steph asked, blushing over Jacques' attention. "I hope so. I'm so fucking horny. Whoops." She giggled nervously and quickly added, "You are kind of right about competition. My friend is one hot chick. She's not short like me and she's already hooked up with some guys here. I am just hoping they have a few friends that I can..." Steph paused. "What did you call it? Smash, right."

"That's right. You keep talking like that and you'll cause a riot in The Blue Hornet," Jacques answered calmly as he was doing his best to turn on the charm with his body language.

"You glide well. You are so smooth." Stephanie declared in appreciation of his efforts. "I also have my new secret weapon, which I haven't even tested out yet." Stephanie pouted her lips and then opened her mouth revealing her new tongue ring.

Jacques' libido did a back flip as his state of arousal broke orbit. "Hot damn. Holy, finer than a frog's hair split four ways."

Their noses were almost touching having moved closer. "I don't know what it means, but I think I got you excited."

Steph put her mouth on Jacques' lips and they exchanged passionate kisses. Jacques helped Steph pull herself into the passenger seat. After exchanging saliva for a few more minutes Stephanie had her hand on Jacques cock as it was now getting fully erect in his pants.

"Wanna help me break it in?" Steph asked coyly as she clicked the stud of the tongue ring against her teeth.

Jacques smiled back at Steph while he pulled the car seat back. "Go for it."

Stephanie unzipped his fly freeing Jacques' sizable snake. He was a solid eight inches and very thick. She started licking her tongue up and down his shaft. Jacques placed his large hands on the back of Steph's head. "Put it in your mouth."

Gagging sounds got louder and louder as Steph tried her best to deep throat Jacques while getting used to the new hardware in her mouth. "You like it? I mean the tongue ring."

"Ain't you nothing," Jacques answered.

Disappointed, Steph stared back at him and said, "I guess I better use my hand." Steph started to quickly stroke Jacques' cock.

"Whoa, damn, you got some hot little hands," Jacques stammered to explain. "I think you misunderstood. Ain't you nothing means you are bussin. It means you are awesome."

"Oh," Stephanie replied, now beaming with reassurance after fearing that maybe her tongue ring didn't feel so great. They locked lips and kissed passionately.

Jacques' cock ached as his balls had become full of lots of sperm. Guiding Steph's mouth and her magic tongue ring back on his boner he held her head steady. "Right there. Use the ring on the head of my cock. Nice and slow."

"Like that?" Steph struggled to ask.

"Oh, yes. Just like that. Now guide the post around the underside. Oh, fuck yeah," Jacques moaned.

Stephanie was getting aroused as his groaning got louder and he started to breathe faster. "There you go. Give me your cum."

Jacques' eyes lit up. He was responding to her dirty talk. "You are going to get it now, you little slut."

"Shoot your snake down my throat. Make me a nasty slut tonight," Stephanie urged.

The idea of further adventures with this hot vixen was too much for Jacques. "Oh fuck. I'm fucking cumming. Take my cum. That was so fucking hot," he belted out as Steph felt his cock firing jolts of cum down her throat.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth while he was still cumming. His semen had a nice flavor, but she wanted to feel the warmth of his cum on her cheeks. "Cum on my face," she begged.

"Oh yeah," Jacques yelped as he stroked his balls dry shooting a nice long rope of cum across a cheek and over one of Steph's eyelids. She licked him clean and then freshened up.

They shared a laugh as Steph told him she did notice the grand view of the city. She didn't say anything because she was more focused on him. "Let's go to the bar," Steph suggested.

"I'll take the night off and I'll go on one condition," Jacques said, looking very devilish.

"And what would that be?" Steph asked, ramping up her sexy voice.

"Bussin' tongue ring, hot little hands, I'm dying to feel your pussy grabbing my cock," Jacques answered so confidently, Steph seriously considered taking him straight back to her hotel room.

"So you want to fuck me?" Steph asked, teasing Jacques.

"I want to see how nasty I can make you," Jacques answered. He was nodding his head. "Oh yes, indeed, you better believe I am going to take up the challenge and push you."

"Sure you think you can do that?" Steph said, toying with Jacques. "With a rare visit like this, I would hate to be disappointed."

"Oh, your friend picked the perfect location," Jacques whistled as devious plans started to form in his head. "Just listen to me and don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid of what?" Steph asked. She was getting equally aroused and intrigued. She wanted to hear more but hoped Jacques wasn't going to tell her everything.

"Of how nasty you're going to get," Jacques answered. "Don't turn into a tease on because your friend is there and you get embarrassed."

"Oh, it's not like that," Steph sighed. "She knows I'm a little wild, but she's wilder and doesn't talk about it. If anything, I'd like to really surprise her for once."

"Really?" Jacques asked, taking a deep breath. Steph nodded. "Obey, do as I direct," he commanded.

"Okay," Steph responded while caressing Jacques' cock, which was back in his zipped-up pants.

They made their way to The Blue Hornet. Jacques turned to Steph as they got out of the car. "Safe word?" he asked.

"Don't build up my expectations too much," Steph giggled with sass.

Jacques' open palm slapped loudly against Steph's bodycon dress.

"Wow," Steph moaned. She smiled. Jacques was adapting well to being more dominant. She was turned on by the hopeful thought she had underestimated him.

Inside The Blue Hornet they found a table in the back room. The place was starting to fill up, but Lindsay wasn't there yet. Jacques waved to a few people and a few guys stopped by to visit and meet Steph.

Jacques did a good job of holding court. He kept the attention on Steph, letting her bubbly personality dazzle the sexual energy that was permeating the room. If anyone ogled her tits for too long or pushed the conversation beyond subtlety, Jacques was quick to give them a hidden cue to leave.

After meeting five or six of his friends, Jacques grabbed her by the wrists and they kissed. They had the table to themselves. He adjusted her bodycon to expose more of her cleavage. "That's better," he declared. "I can tell what kind of guys turn you on."

"Can you?" Steph asked whimsically. "Am I that obvious? I wasn't fawning over anybody."

"You are good. You were not too obvious," Jacques answered.

"I didn't make you jealous, did I?" Steph asked, trying to see where Jacques' mind was going.

"No. Dominating you to make you feel pleasure is what gets me going," Jacques explained. "So, you did find a few of the guys attractive?"

Steph smiled and blushed a little. She thought of the third guy who came to the table. Draymon, a large muscular African-American bad boy type. He was pretty rough around the edges, but very good-looking. "You got one or two friends that are pretty hot."

"Hmmm," Jacques said as he rubbed his chin. "Good."

As Jacques tugged her top a little more to the side, revealing even more of Steph's nice rack, she helped him as she jumped up.

"Hey Lindsay, over here," Steph yelled to Lindsay, who walked in with Derek, Steve, Leo, and Walter.

Jacques was acquainted with Derek and Walter. After introductions and a round of drinks, Steph and Lindsay made a trip to the restroom.

"So, you just met Lindsay's friend?" Leo asked Jacques.

"Fortunate lads we are," Jacques answered, grinning. "Look, I'm picking up the vibe you all are on a mission and I am right there with you. I've got a mission too."

Walter clapped one hand on the freshly snapped thumb of his other hand. "You're picking up the vibe. Tuned up and ready to wreck."

"Logistics? Where we are going?" Leo asked. "I know you all, on the football team, know the drill on getting the right guests."

"For sure," Derek and Steve responded. "Extras: timed, regulated, and subtle but effective. You know we have the Magnolia Manor all set up."

"No shit. So that place really exits? Well, when we get there you'll have to give me space to chill the short sassy blonde for a bit," Jacques cautioned. "Once I signal, bring in the BBCs and the bad dudes."

"You are good, bro. Derek and I were born into The Tradition of The Minders," Walter conveyed in an oddly harmonic tone. Walter grabbed Jacques' wrist and mouthed the address of the Magnolia Manor. "Don't write it down. Turn your cell phones off before you leave the bar."

Jacques, having grown up in New Orleans, knew The Tradition of The Minders was a very powerful and secretive association. He made the sign of the cross to indicate he understood.

"What are you boys up to?" Lindsay laughed.

"I thought I heard them say BBC," Steph giggled.

"You probably did. Boys talking about cock. Ha ha, they are gay, I told you," Lindsay said brashly. "So, are you dreaming of your favorite obsession again?"

Steph blushed and put her hands over her face. "So what?" she asked as Jacques grabbed her hand and stuck one of her fingers on his tongue.

"Don't be shy about your talents. Show it off," Jacques urged.

Steph understood his message. "Maybe I was hoping to put this to good use," she confessed in a sexy voice while opening her mouth. Her tongue ring sparkled as it caught the light of The Blue Hornet bar.

Her boldness and the instant vision of feeling her tongue on their cocks sent an erotic jolt through the group. Without saying anything further, everyone understood a thrilling dynamic. Steph and her firecracker personality had submitted to do Jacques' bidding for the night.

The group then turned its attention toward Lindsay. "You questioned our sexuality? Is that because we are comfortable around each other inside you?" Derek asked. It was his way of teasing Lindsay. He was letting her know her next session would be more intense to help her remember.

Lindsay instantly felt aroused now that she had inadvertently given them a challenge to be more dominant and aggressive. She winked at them and conveyed if she was to be punished, Steph, by association would, also be in trouble.

When Steph wasn't looking Lindsay made subtle gestures at her while looking to make sure, the guys were paying attention. It was as if Lindsay had a bullhorn and was saying, "Make sure the blonde hottie gets it good."

To Lindsay's delight, Derek let her know she would be witnessing the assertive corruption of her fellow cheerleader. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want you to miss what happens to her," Derek whispered in Lindsay's ear while tugging on her ass.

Lindsay smiled back at Derek. She softly asked, "Hey, you got a vigorous plan, then?"

"As audacious and as saucy as she is, we be fixin' to make her get wild as all get-out," Derek replied. "You'll see. I expect it will make you as wild as a June bug on a string."

"You sure have some funny expressions down here," Lindsay said. She liked how relaxed Derek made her feel, even when he exerted his devious side.

"Let's move this little party, shall we?" Leo asked as he toasted the group and finished his beer. "Jacques, why don't you drive the ladies over."

Derek handed Jacques a couple of pairs of blindfolds as they left The Blue Hornet.

"Lindsay and Steph, before we take off, I need to put these on you," Jacques insisted. "Turn your cellphones off and give them to me."

"Pretty silly," Lindsay remarked. "Do you even know where we are going?"

"Come on, lighten up, it will be fun," Steph offered in favor of wearing the blindfolds. "Your other senses will be heightened and you can let your imagination run wild."

"Okay, I'll pretend we're going to a top secret location," Lindsay relented. She closed her eyes while Steph placed the blindfold over her hair. Lindsay giggled, "Your pleasure zone isn't really a sense, but get ready for some increased friction-induced sensitivity."

Jacques and Stephanie burst into laughter. Once he regained his composure, Jacques placed the other blindfold on Steph. As they drove to a secluded Victorian on the edge of town, Jacques laid it on thick that they were two captured spies.

Their destination was a four-story house in an industrial part of town. It was one of the few houses that remained from a bygone era. Built in 1870, it was one of the Victorians constructed all over the city before electricity was available. When the light bulb replaced the oil lamp ten years later, the city changed its development plans.

Nestled on the grounds of a large manufacturing warehouse, the house was not easy to find and couldn't be seen from the road. These days, the larger site was used for overflow storage as the main operations were now out in a rural area.

The use of the house had been passed down from generation to generation. Walter and Derek were born into the group that regarded the house as a secret playground.

Jacques led Steph and Lindsay from his Jaguar I-Pace up the creaky steps of the house.

"Ouuuweee, creepy and mysterious," Lindsay observed.

"Here are the spies," Jacques announced as they heard a large door opening.

Jacques held Steph firmly by the shoulder as Lindsay was led into a room nearby. Steph listened to Lindsay's footsteps fade and then heard a door close. Steph moved to remove her blindfold, but Jacques quickly grabbed her arms. "Not so fast," he snickered.

Jacques bound Steph's wrists together with rope and led her up several flights of stairs.

As Jacques ledi her down a hall and into a room, Steph heard Jacques latch the door shut.

"Alright, spy with the hot hands and magic mouth." Jacques whispered as he ran his hands up and down Steph's bodycon dress.

"You gonna untie me," Steph moaned as Jacques was forcefully squeezing her breasts.

"As long as the first thing you do with your hands is to help me get you out of this dress," Jacques insisted as he unbound Steph. He removed her blindfold once she had stripped down to her lingerie.

"Wow, sexy red decor," Steph declared, finding herself in a very red room. The walls and ceiling were covered in red wallpaper with an elaborate design. It was a bedroom with a scarlet carpet and a large bed with a crimson velvet bedspread. Jacques and Steph started kissing with runaway lust and passion.

Jacques had been thinking about getting his cock inside Steph from the moment he helped her climb into the front seat of his car. Biting, slapping, and rolling around, they made the velvet bedspread their erotic playground.

"Oh fuck," Steph cried out as she felt Jacques' engorged cock sank into her pussy. "Oh fuck, you are big. Wow, you feel so fucking good." Steph had anticipated the warm and stuffed sensation. After using her new tongue ring on Jacques' snake, she had eagerly waited to feel him pound her pleasure zone.

Jacques quickly ramped up his pace and got Steph into a doggy style position as he thundered away relentlessly. He pushed himself deep inside her. While grinding against her hips, he turned her head around to kiss her.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit. Shit. I'm fucking cummmmming," Steph screeched as a powerful orgasm overpowered her like a rogue wave hitting a cargo ship on the open seas. "I'm cumming all over your cock. Oh, you are fucking me so good."

"Oh yeah. Fuck yeah," Jacques yelled as his dick erupted inside Steph's pussy. The blast of his warm cum sent a shiver through Steph's body. Jacques kept kissing and caressing Steph's smooth skin.

Steph rolled her eyes, moaning blissfully, "You got me all warmed up now."

"Good," Jacques responded. He got up and tossed her a silk robe. "Put this on. Time for your integration."

'What is this studly, sexy man up to now,' Steph pondered as Jacques led her down the hallway and into another room. This room was similar in size and decor without a bed. Jacques sat Steph down and stood behind her.

Jacques cleared his throat. Two doors they hadn't come through suddenly opened. Three men from each side of the room entered and sat down in a circle with Steph.

"As part of your interrogation, we are going to play a little game," Jacques instructed. He placed a bottle in the center of the circle and gave it a spin.

The bottle pointed first at Draymon. He smiled confidently and introduced himself before giving the bottle another spin. This process continued until Roger, Vincent, Terry, Isiah, and Hines had each introduced themselves.

Steph stirred nervously in her silk robe. Jacques sure was right when he told her he had figured out what type of guys she found attractive. Bad boys and BBC. She recognized Draymon and Roger from The Blue Hornet. She had never been the center of attention for a group this size.

Jacques was doing a great job role playing that Steph was a spy. He replaced the bottle they were spinning with a Hitachi wand on a Lazy Susan. "Now that you know our names, we are going to test your judgment and identification skills."

"Whoops," Steph said, her robe slipping off one shoulder as she turned to look at Jacques.

There was a collective rumble of oohs and ahs from the group as one of Steph's tits was exposed. She giggled nervously as by their reactions, she determined several of them were definitely gangsters doing their best to restrain themselves.

"Truths or Dares?" Draymon demanded.

"Dare," Steph answered, unsure of what would happen next.

"Here it is Dares. Pick someone to kiss," Draymon replied, pointing to himself.

"You," she responded as she crawled toward Draymon. He lifted her, pinned her against the wall, kissed her deeply, and slapped her freshly shaved pussy with his open palm. "Wow," Steph yelped as she pulled her robe around her.

The others stared at the hot scene. Steph's robe fell open, turning up the sexual tension. Retaking her spot on the rug with her back to Jacques, she felt him reattach the blindfold.

"Now you will spin the tray. You will be taken into the large closet by whoever the wand points to. When you return from the closet, you will take the blindfold off and guess who you were just with," Jacques outlined while giving Steph a powerful backrub.

Wearing the blindfold tightly, she gave the tray a spin. There was a pause and then a big strong hand pulled her up to her feet and brought her into the closet. She felt hands caressing her face and chest. She felt rough stubble on her lips as a big tongue entered her mouth.

After a few minutes, Steph was back in the circle. With the blindfold off, she looked around. Roger and Hines both had stubble. She guessed Roger. "Wrong," Jacques told her.

With the blindfold back on, Steph gave the tray another spin.

After four more trips to the closet, the whole experience seemed silly at first, but as sessions in the closet became more intense and mysterious, Steph got into it.

One of the guys fingered her pussy while they made out in the closet. She was usually blasé about being banged by anyone's digits apart from her own. However, the mystery man in the closet had magic hands. He had part of a t-shirt dangling from her mouth. The rest of the cotton fabric muffled Steph wailing loudly as she came hard.

Trying as hard as she could, she was not able to guess any of the mystery men correctly. "I don't get it. I should have guessed at least one of you," Steph sighed.

"This requires further testing," Draymon stated with confidence. He gave Steph a stern look. "Try harder this time."

The blindfold was back on and she gave the tray another twirl. Steph was back in the closet. She felt herself being pushed to her knees. Steph felt the head of a large cock against her lips. "Open," a mystery voice commanded. "Now we are going to see if you can figure out whose cock you're sucking."

Steph did her best to give head while wearing the blindfold. Each trip to the closet was more energetic. The last two guys fucked her mouth until she felt their warm cum plastering her lips. They both came a lot on her cheeks and tits. Both men had also used the Hitachi wand from the tray on her pussy. She was so turned on she didn't mind that those on the other side of the closet door heard her cumming hard.

"Come on, you guys. I have to get it right this time. My guess is I was just with Hines," Steph declared, frustrated all of her guesses had missed so far.

"Wrong," Hines laughed. "You missed ten in a row."

"There is no way. I felt your stubble and I already guessed Roger incorrectly twice and you wrong once," Steph proclaimed. She was fully immersed in the mystery of the game. "You guys are cheating. There is no other logical explanation."

"Ah, but there is. What kind of spy are you? Think about it," Jacques urged aggressively. "You will pay a price for calling us cheats."

"Whatever, this is not fair if you guys are lying. The game is rigged," Steph announced defiantly.

"Once we prove you are wrong, you will have to happily put on one of these," Draymon said as he placed a box of t-shirts in front of her.

"Draymon, did you trade spots with someone? No, that can't be it. No one else pinned me against the wall," Steph said, defending her position. "How are you going to prove anything? Ha ha, I won't be putting any of these t-shirts on because they're stupid and so are you guys."

"There is an easy explanation, if you just O-P-E-N," Hines paused. He flashed Steph a wicked smile.

"Your mind," Jacques uttered. "You are feisty but you will obey."

During this discussion the men wore their robes pretty loosely. In her aroused state, it was hard for Steph not to notice the occasionally rock-hard cock peeking out. Then it dawned on her. She paid a little more attention to the snakes in the room. They were all fully erect.

"Wait a minute," Steph remarked. She felt a rush.

Jacques massaged pressure points on Steph's neck. "Did you get an idea?"

"Or notice something," Isiah said with a smile. He was looking at the cum on Steph's face while she clearly had her eyes on his rock-hard member.

"Yeah, you all appear to be hard as fuck," Steph observed. "But I have cum on my face." She paused and used her finger to wipe white goo on her tongue. "That's cum alright."

"Put on one of the shirts," Jacques demanded as the guys all moved closer to Steph.

"None of you was the answer?" Steph asked as she went around the circle staring at each of them. They nodded and smiled. "Fuck. Fuck. Sorry I called you liars and cheaters."

"Quite reckless behavior from a spy in custody," Jacques snickered, shaking a finger at Steph.

"Right answer but poor reasoning," Hines asserted. "On certain pills the refractory period is reduced."

"Yeah, but not by that much," Vincent clarified.

"Right answer but for a different reason," Terry countered. He smiled as he noticed Steph had her eyes on his throbbing cock.

Blushing, Steph sifted through the box of t-shirts. "So none of you, who was I with and where did they go?"

Jacques moved a wall hanging to the side, revealing a large screen. He pressed a fancy-looking remote. The screen flickered on. Steph watched a quick replay of the last hour from the perspective of the room. Sure enough, a mystery pair of hands led her to and from the circle each time. The guys hadn't moved.

"Is there a video of the closet too?" Steph asked. She was impressed she still couldn't spot the cameras in the room.

"Wouldn't it be better to see where they are now?" Terry asked.

The image changed. Steph's jaw dropped. Lindsay appeared on screen. She was getting wildly gangbanged by Leo, Derek, Walter, and Steve. Lindsay was facing Leo, who was under her. He was thrusting like a madman fucking her pussy while Derek was busy stretching her asshole. Steve and Walter held Lindsay's legs in the air while bouncing their cocks off her skin.

Steph's eyes grew wide as she watched a guy come into the room. He rushed up to Lindsay's face and started jerking his cock around. Bouncing the head of his rod off her lips and tongue, the man began to groan and lean backward.

Steph stared in awe at the intensely erotic and surreal scene unfolding on the screen. "Was that guy up here earlier?"

Jacques, pressing on Steph's shoulders, answered, "Bingo." On the screen, there was now another man stroking himself in front of Lindsay's mouth. "So was that guy," Jacques chuckled, pointing to the screen.

Spellbound is an understatement as to how the video was affecting Steph. She managed to break her trance, muttering,"Oh my goodness."

"Turn up the volume," Hines urged.

Lindsay could now be heard wailing and shrieking away. "Fuck me. Oh yeah. Oh shit. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh shit. I am fucking cummmming again. Oweee. Paint my face. Give me your cum."

Upstairs, Jacques, Draymon, Roger, Vincent, Terry, Isiah, and Hines crept closer to Steph. They were all still mesmerized by the scene on the flat screen. Leo and Derek were showing no signs of letting up. They relentlessly continued to double-team Lindsay.

The two men jerking themselves off in front of Lindsay were sent over the edge as she begged for their semen. They reached climax at the same time. Ropes of cum splattered Lindsay's face.

"Wow," Roger blurted as the video feed watchers enjoyed the camera zooming in.

"Hot as hell," Draymon said as he turned his attention to Steph.

Steph nodded and bit her lip. She shifted nervously, looking back at Jacques. He grinned at Steph as he turned off the screen.

"Oh, what about the..." Steph cut herself off as Jacques stripped her robe off.

As the circle of men tightened around Steph, she glanced at the t-shirts she had shuffled through. They consisted of an array of low-cut spaghetti-strap cotton tops. Each one was imprinted with a different slogan: "Fuck Doll," "Stretch My Pussy," "Use Me,""Make It Throb," and "Make Me." Steph, inspired by the fuck-fest she had just seen on the stream, chose the shirt that said "Cum In My Ass".

The circle of men hoisted Steph up into the air. She had been surrounded by guys before who eventually pushed her into a blow bang experience. This was the first time she felt like she was being devoured. She felt an exhilarating rush as she was passed around. The guys took turns sucking and licking her pussy.

The tough bad-boy group of African-American men was very skilled in the art of oral sex. Soon they had Steph bucking and shuddering her hips as she panted away. She twitched and began to sweat as they made her cum several times.

Downstairs, Steve and Walter were now ramming their cocks into Lindsay. Her face was a glazed mess of cum. Ten men had played with Steph upstairs, using her as a fluffer, before making the trip downstairs to drench Lindsay in cum.

"Oh fuck, I can't stop cumming," Lindsay whimpered as her words produced bubbles of cum that dripped down her chin, adding to the lake of fluid on her tits.

"That's a good little slut taking all that cum," Derek said as he held Lindsay firmly by the throat.

"Thank you," Lindsay whispered, kissing Derek deeply. Their lips broke contact when Lindsay climaxed. The pistoning of Steve and Walter's cocks had reached a fever pitch. She felt the heads of their ram-rods drenching her pussy walls with blasts of cum. A long night of anticipation generated a copious flow of white sticky fluid.

As Lindsay was writhing in ecstasy, she turned her head to see Leo adjusting a flat screen.

"Let's see what is going on upstairs, shall we?" Walter asked as he fiddled with the remote. Zap and click went the screen as he scrolled through several views.

"Oh yeah," Steve announced. "Man, they are really fucking her silly."

Lindsay was riveted by the stream of her friend taking big black cocks in both her holes. She watched as Steph dug her nails into Jacques' back as Draymon impaled her ass with his massive dick. "Oh fuck, that stings. Your cock is too big," Steph moaned loudly.

Jacques stuck his tongue in Steph's mouth to quiet her down.

"Wow, all those guys have really big cocks," Lindsay observed. "The sexual dimorphism is too much." Lindsay was surprised she was starting to feel aroused again. She wondered if she had been corrupted to a new level of slutiness.

After all, she had to admit when Jake told her about Steph getting fucked hard by her boyfriend Brad and Monte, she found the notion very hot. Back at Baylor Tech, Brad was the studly quarterback all the girls fawned over, and his teammate Monte was the biggest African-American on the team. She figured all the girls had secret fantasies about Monte; heck, they were always joking about how big is dick had to be.

What was now happening upstairs was on a whole other level. Lindsay noticed how Steph truly had a knack for attracting the bad boy types. Draymon, Terry, and Isiah appeared more gangsterish than the others. Lindsay was amazed that as much as Steph was being passed around, one of the bad-boy types had a cock in her at all times.

Derek and the others pawed at Lindsay. "Sexual dy whatism?" Derek quizzed Lindsay.

"Sexual dimorphism. That is when someone tiny, like Steph, is getting fucked by really big guys," Lindsay answered. "Dimorphism means its really easy to see the difference between the male and female of a species."

"Yeah, pretty plain to see one submissive female is being dominated by a group of aggressive males," Derek chuckled as he admired the glaze of cum all over Lindsay's face.

Lindsay nodded in agreement and then gasped as Steph was now being rallied by two gangster cocks at once. Terry and Isiah had their cocks buried deep in Steph's holes as Draymon held her face in his hands. The camera zoomed in.

They listened as Draymon asked, "What are they doing to you?"

"Terry is destroying my pussy while Isiah has his big cock in my ass," Steph whimpered, bouncing up and down on their cocks.

"You love it, don't you?" Draymon continued while slapping her cheeks.

Steph nodded and hummed in agreement as she felt overly yet blissfully stuffed. Her pussy and ass throbbed as Terry and Isiah continued to bang the little blonde hottie.

"Pretty hot scene up there, boys," Lindsay said drawing attention away from the screen. "The only thing is her tongue ring is not getting much action."

Leo, Derek, Walter, and Steve let their minds wander as they stared back at Lindsay's mischievously-cum-covered visage.

"How about I get you perked up so you can go up there and help them cover her sassy little face in sperm," Lindsay schemed. She lurched forward and started slowly sucking Leo's cock back to life.

"Ah, fuck, that feels good," Walter hollered as Lindsay started working on his snake. Lindsay kicked her oral skills up a notch. Taking her time, she slowly licked the head of each man's snake really slowly while staring them down with innocent eyes. She played with their balls with her finger nails.

"Go on, boys, give it to her good. I know you must be dying to feel that tongue ring on your cocks," Lindsay declared.

"Very well then," Derek said as he handed Lindsay a vibrator. "Use this while you watch." Derek gave her a deep, passionate kiss and followed the others upstairs.

Climbing the stairs, the boys stopped on the floor in between. They opened a door to a large bedroom. Inside, ten guys were drinking beer and watching streaming video on several large screens. "Incredible, absolutely incredible!" one of them shouted.

"You guys are doing great," Derek said, commanding everyone's attention. "Are you ready to go another round?"

"Hell yeah! Damn, I really want to fuck the little blonde," another guy remarked. "I banged her earlier and she came all over my fingers."

Leo stepped forward. "I know, I know we are asking for a lot of restraint on your part but this is a very rare opportunity. Don't fucking blow it." He paused and waited for them to all confirm and agree. "Look, you have to drench the little slut upstairs first."

"No worries. I am pumped as hell to feel that tongue ring on my cock," another one responded as he urged the group to express their compliance.

"Nice, that is the spirit," Derek remarked. "After that, come back down here and recharge. Keep your eyes on the screen."

"If luck holds and you see the signal," Leo explained. "Then you'll have a chance to get your dicks in those hot boxes."

Derek, Leo, Walter, and Steve bolted their way up the next flight of stairs. They burst into the room to find Steph on her knees. She was in a daze as Draymon and Hines held her upright. They were pinching her nipples while Jacques teased her pussy with the Hitachi wand.

"What do you want?" Jacques demanded as the other guys entered.

"More cock," Steph stammered. "Give me more fucking cock."

"Put that tongue ring to good use, you little slut," Draymon urged Steph as he slapped her booty.

Steph flashed her tongue ring as Derek, Leo, Walter, and Steve pounced on her. Tossing Steph around like a rag doll, she experienced an intense face fucking and deep throating session from each of them.

Lindsay watched as the four guys held off cumming on Steph until they were all ready. "Wow," Lindsay hollered to an empty room. Pressing the vibrator she had been given against her pussy, Lindsay moaned. She turned up the speed.

Lindsay was full of lust as it wasn't lost on her that Jacques was holding a Hitachi wand steady on Steph's well-worked clit. As Steph started to cum, the four men abusing her face all exploded at once. Steady streams of cum shot out at Steph from all sides. She loved the warmth and smell of their cum splashing against her skin.

Steph was still shaking when the barrage of ten guys started to trickle in. They didn't let her rest. However, they were less aggressive, taking their time to unload their balls. Several unleashed their spunk on top of her head or forehead. Cum flowed down Steph's face, stinging her eyes and catching on her tongue and lips. She looked like a true bukkake queen.

The ten guys filtered back down a flight of stairs, leaving Steph to hang out with Derek, Leo, Walter, Steve, Jacques, Draymon, Hines, Terry, Vincent, Isiah, and Roger.

"That was a lot of cum," Steph said as she stirred nervously, eyeing the remaining eleven guys.

"And a lot of cock," Draymon pointed out. "Don't worry, your friend downstairs still has a surprise coming, I think."

"She sure does," Leo offered. He chuckled. "I don't know if you realize she has a thing for bad boys."

"She does?" Steph asked, surprised and intrigued to hear this revelation. "Nah, I don't think she likes them much."

Walter cleared his throat. "It's not that she doesn't like them. She is afraid of them, but they definitely turn her on. It was obvious when she watched you getting fucked by Draymon, Isiah, and Terry."

"You could tell just by how she was reacting to me getting fucked?" Steph asked. Oddly, she felt herself getting turned on by the idea of Lindsay watching one of her wilder moments.

"The eyes, skin temperature, and breathing rhythm give it all away," Hines said as if it were common knowledge.

Derek laughed, "Don't let him mystify you. He wasn't downstairs. What she said really gave it away."

"Oh," Steph remarked. She was pleased. She smiled at Derek. No wonder Lindsay hooked up with him first. He was cute and a gentleman. Steph felt like he was showing her some respect and trust by revealing a little secret. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"Aren't you a curious one?" Walter asked as he admired Steph's freshly cum plastered face. "Those other guys will be hanging out with her for a while. Once they seduce her, they will leave and the bad boys will surprise her."

Steph was giddy in her response. "Ah, cool. If you guys are right that she has a secret dark fantasy about bad boys, bring it on."

Draymon, Terry, and Isiah disappeared downstairs. The rest of the guys hung out with Steph for a bit. Slowly they filter downstairs until Steph was left with only Jacques. He showed her where the shower was down the hall.

Jacques joined Steph in the shower after he heard the water running for ten minutes. She was happy to feel his skin against her body. Their personalities matched well. Jacques was playful and dominant. As they got out of the bathtub-shower combo, they had their hands all over each other.

When they got back to the big room, Jacques slowly pushed Steph to her knees and started spreading oil on her ass.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing, Mister?" Steph asked flirtatiously.

"Did you forget about your shirt?" Jacques answered coyly. He flashed her a wicked smile.

Steph moaned lightly as she nodded and then shook her head. So dominant and handsome, she thought, as she tried to look innocent.

Jacques held Steph's arms behind her back as he started working his cock into her ass.

"Oh fuck," Steph yelped. She started to slowly buck her hips back into Jacques' thrusts.

Meanwhile, Lindsay had been among various conversations with the ten guys who had painted her face while she was being fucked by Leo, Derek, Walter, and Steve. The ten guys were the bukkake train of her wild night.

Sensing the sexual tension was starting to rise again, Lindsay asked "Don't you want to go see what Steph is doing?"

"Oh no, not really," one of the guys answered. He responded for the whole group while the others grinned at Lindsay.

Apart from Jacques, all the other guys were on the floor below Steph and above Lindsay. Most were watching the biggest flat-screen to see if the other guys would be able to seduce Lindsay. A few were focused on Jacques and Steph.

"You guys are watching the wrong stream," Roger declared.

His comment was met with shrugs and jeers.

Hines cleared his throat. "You guys should listen to Roger." Having more authority and stature in the group, he quickly got their attention. "You were about to clue them in on what we all seemed to miss."

Roger turned around. "Thank you, Hines. Did you all forget about the t-shirt Steph put on or were you just too blown away by the tongue ring?"

"Damn it, he is right," Leo scolded everyone. "We're blowing it."

"Gotta redirect 'the extras'," Walter said referring to the guys with Lindsay.

"How the fuck are we going to do that?" Terry asked.

"I'll be tarred and feathered!" Isiah yelled. "Wow, unbelievable." He turned up the volume so they could all clearly hear Lindsay discussing how everyone had ignored Steph's t-shirt.

"Good job," Hines hollered as he high-fived Derek. He made sure everyone knew it was Derek who discovered Lindsay in the first place.

"How is she pulling if off?" Isiah wondered. "Those guys have been working on her for an hour at least. They must be dying to fuck her by now."

"They are but she is smart enough to know those guys are doing our bidding," Hines answered. "No one wants that little hottie upstairs to get away with putting on a t-shirt like that and having nothing happen to her. Think about it. She does such a good job acting innocent, if nothing happens you'll never get her to agree to put a shirt like that on again."

As if on cue, Lindsay started using the same logic on the extras. The ten guys now had a mission.

The 'bad boys' (Draymon, Isiah, and Terry) crossed paths with the extras. The latter were on their way up the stairs to see Steph while the former descended flights of steps to surprise Lindsay.

Derek, Walter, Steve, Leo, Hines, Vincent, and Roger stayed in the viewing room. They had a great deal to watch.

Upstairs Jacques was entwined with Steph. He was hoping he wasn't the only one to remember the blonde vixen had put on the shirt that said "Cum in my ass." He smiled as he saw the door handle slowly turn. The whole group of guys thrived on the pursuit of reading clues and reacting with subtlety.

Jacques leveraged his charm on Steph, bringing her back to the moment she first put on the shirt. "Don't think we forgot."

"Forgot what?" Steph asked. She sensed aggressive dominance in his tone.

"What you agreed to after calling us liars and cheats," Jacques answered, reminding her of her transgression.

"That was reckless of me. Sorry, I thought that," Steph confessed.

"You acted on your thoughts," Jacques cautioned her in measured tones. "Now you'll welcome our action to atone for that as you agreed."

"You're right," Steph said, nodding. She bit her lip in anticipation.

Jacques held Steph's face close, licking her lips and kissing her. She felt another pair of hands on her hips and more lube being rubbed on her skin. Jacques' grip was strong. Steph remained face-to-face with him, unable to see who was behind her.

Steph felt a jolt as a hard cock entered her ass and started banging her.

"That's it. Take that cock like a good little slut," Jacques commanded. "You want to make up for your actions, don't you?"

"I do. I do," Steph moaned. "Oh, that cock feels so good in my ass."

"What do you want him to do with the cock?" Jacques asked.

"Oh, fuck," Steph stammered. "I want him to keep fucking my ass until his cock unloads all his cum in my ass."

"Good girl," Jacques said approvingly. "You like getting your ass filled up, don't you?"

Steph shook and started to thrust back into the mystery cock. "He is filling my ass up, his cock is so big."

"Beg him to cum in your ass," Jacques directed sternly.

Feeling the unknown cock become more forceful, Steph only managed to nod her head.

"We can't hear you," Jacques said as he pinched her nipples hard.

"Please. Please, Sir, cum in my ass," Steph howled and moaned. "Give me your fucking spunk."

Like magic the man fucking her ass gripped her hips tightly, thrusting himself all the way into her ass. He grabbed her tits as his cock erupted, rocking Steph's ass with streams of hot cum.

"Thank you, Sir," Steph cried out.

Jacques didn't loosen his grip on Steph's face. They kissed passionately until Steph felt another pair of hands grab her from behind.

Lindsay watched the men run a train on her friend's ass from the comfort of the red bedroom a few floors below. She was pleased with herself for managing to dodge the group of ten guys. Lindsay smiled as Steph took one cock after the other. Feeling safe, she started to play with the vibrator. Earlier she spotted a dildo still in the box in the bathroom closet.

Realizing Steph was only halfway through the group of ten guys, Lindsay grabbed the dildo out of the bathroom. Hurrying back to the screen, she began playing with the dildo. It was a nice nine-inch silicone cock with thick protruding veins. She couldn't believe how horny she was getting watching Steph get railed again. Having a hand in making it happen added to the thrill.

Lindsay was becoming unaware of her surroundings. She had the vibrator humming on her clit as she pushed the dildo into her pussy. Letting out a moan, she suddenly looked up. Draymon, Isiah, and Terry were standing right in front of her.

"Oh, shit. You guys scared the crap out of me," Lindsay blurted. She wondered many things: How did they get in the room? Why were the three bad boy types all together? They had to know she gave them the cold shoulder earlier in the evening.

"Carry on watching while we watch you," Draymon urged sternly.

"No, that's alright," Lindsay stammered. They were making her really nervous. Together their powers seemed to multiply.

Isiah turned her vibrator back on. Giving her a menacing look, he asked, "You are afraid of us aren't you?"

"No, not at all," Lindsay lied as she started to hiccup.

"Boo," Terry said in a really scary voice. Lindsay was so frightened her hiccups went away.

"Wow. Damn you scared me," Lindsay replied, surprised. She was also relieved as she felt hiccups were a sign of weakness. She was doing her best to act tough.

"You think we are too R-O-U-G-H around the edges, don't cha?" Draymon asked, bringing his face right up to Lindsay.

"You think you are too good for us?" Isiah asked. He darted towards her so aggressively, Lindsay flinched.

"No, it's not like that," Lindsay tried to explain. She was stuttering. These three guys were scaring her, but she also realized she was starting to feel incredibly turned on.

"She knows we're going to make sure to give it to her straight from the shoulder," Terry said as he exhaled his sweet breath right on Lindsay's face.

Lindsay started to breathe rapidly. The three men had a rough manly scent she found intoxicating. The three brutes had her surrounded.

"Straight from the shoulder, what does that mean?" Lindsay struggled to ask.

Draymon put a finger on Lindsay's chest. "It means rough, as in rough S-E-X, Ms. too good for us gangsters."

"Ouch," Lindsay stammered as she struggled to create space.

"What's the matter? You don't like feeling a real man?" Isiah asked.

"You don't like rough?" Terry asked.

Overwhelmed, Lindsay struggled to break free. Failing, she smiled at them. "Yes, I mean no, I mean yes," she spat out.

"Nervous, baby doll?" Isiah asked, pinching her nipple with a twist. "These puppies are hard."

"I'm a little nervous. I'm confused. It's just you guys are so big and seem so rough," Lindsay confessed as she started to blush.

Draymon pushed his leg between Lindsay's legs, spreading them apart. He stuck his hand down her pants. "You are sopping wet."

"Oh, God," Lindsay moaned.

"You want to get fucked by us, don't you?" Draymon pressed further.

Lindsay shook her head no, but then couldn't resist her inner desires and started to nod her head. She looked up and said, "I want you guys to fuck me."

They grabbed her, ripping her clothes off. They quickly took charge of Lindsay's body. They used handcuffs to fasten her arms behind her back. Terry and Isiah picked her up and lowered her on top of Draymon.

Lindsay's whole body shook like she was riding a mechanical bull. Terry and Isiah prevented Lindsay from falling off the bed. She had never been fucked that hard before. She was stunned at first but soon she was overcome with lust. Draymon was proud he had Lindsay cumming hard right away.

"Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Jesus, I'm fucking cummmmming," Lindsay whimpered as she struggled to catch her breath. "I'm cummmming all over your big black fucking cock. Oh my God."

Lindsay howled and shook wildly as she lost control of her limbs each time she came.

Draymon, Isiah, and Terry took to breaking in Lindsay's pussy. She bit her lip hard as she thought they were about to start tapping her ass. Instead, she looked down to see Isiah and Terry lining their cocks up with her pussy. As both their enlarged snakes burrowed past her slit, Lindsay sobbed in pain.

"Take those dicks," Draymon commanded. Lindsay felt the pain melt into pleasure as the gangster, ramped up the aggression. "Oh, fuck. You are gonna make me cum again. I feel so nasty. Keep fucking the shit out of me. I can't believe I have two huge cocks in my pussy. Fuck me. Oh shit. Oh shit. Fuck you're making me cummmmmm."

The three guys continued to overpower Lindsay. They didn't hold back as they roughly pushed and pulled Lindsay into different positions. She came repeatedly as they pounded her with every possible combination of two cocks in her pleasure zone.

Lindsay became more vocal, expressing her lust as the guys worked up to fuck her ass while double penetrating Lindsay's pussy.

"You love getting your pussy wrecked, don't you?" Terry asked as he slapped Lindsay's face and pulled her hair.

"Fuck. Fuck. Yes. I fucking love it rough," Lindsay admitted, unable to guard her dark fantasies. "I love getting my holes stretched and used. I want more cocks. I want guys to cum all over my face and pussy while I am getting fucked."

Draymon ploughed harder and deeper into Lindsay's ass. She felt completely stuffed and horny as hell. Repeating her desires, her wishes were soon a reality. The guys watching from the viewing room hustled downstairs and started swarming Lindsay's face with cocks. A musty smell permeated the air as Derek, Walter, Leo, Steve, Roger, Vincent, and Hines took turns unleashing spurting ejections of cum all over Lindsay's face.

Covered in thick goo, she wiped enough from her eyes to closely watch as Derek held her pussy lips open. It was the most erotic action Lindsay had seen all night. She shuddered as Draymon, Isiah, and Terry took turns cumming on her open pussy lips.

Hours later, Derek, Draymon, Jacques, and Hines were preparing to take Lindsay and Steph back to their hotel room. The other guys left hours before. As they assembled on the porch of the house, a blueish-purple light appeared near the top of the largest southern magnolia tree.

"What's that?" Steph asked, pointing at the tree.

"Don't point," Derek rushed to say. He pulled Steph's arm down, startling her. The hot blonde adjusted her tits as her bodycon dress had slipped.

"Hey, what the hell?" Steph snapped.

Noticing that all the guys were terror struck, Lindsay asked, "I know it is full moon and all but why are you freaking out?"

"Can't explain. No time," Derek said curtly. "We've got to straighten up real fast. The Minders are coming for a visit. Don't ask questions."

To be continued...

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