My first choice is Jack, who is all meat and muscle. Over six feet tall, and as wide as a truck. Beautiful dark, shiny skin, with a glint in his eye and a smile that promises a sinful time.
My second choice is Darcy, who holds my gaze with an air of nonchalance, each time I looked at him. Mmm, certainly, something to discover there.
The other three were for more practical reasons;
Choice number three is Logan. With his dark chestnut hair and grass green eyes, he is the tallest by far, and not an ounce of fat on his muscled sinewy body. With strength like that, I’m sure he could lift me into any position to be fucked.
Choice number four is Rory. He is the cute as a button, surfy type, and he reminds me of an Aussie rules footballer, who I’ve been crushing on for years. Time to live the dream.
Choice number five is Sam, who has angry bad boy written all over his sexy ass. Normally I would stay clear of his type – too unpredictable. But here, in the safety of this room, I’m game!
Soon after, the six of us are alone in a different room together and the air is crackling with sexual energy. Its heady stuff and I love it! I remind them of my rules for what I don’t like - no pseudo violence, slapping, hard grabbing, or anything that will cause lasting pain, or bruises. After all, I don’t want any evidence that may raise an eyebrow or two at work, no matter how good it may feel. It doesn’t pay to become fodder for the staffroom gossips at school.
With my rules, and their rules agreed upon, I leave to shower in the adjoining bathroom. As part of my planning for this day, I decided I would have a different outfit and fragrance for each of my lovers. I know that in the days, and years to come, every time I smell one of today’s scents, I will be cast back to the memories of this day, and how each of my lovers felt and tasted.
Standing before the bathroom mirror, I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, trying to stay the excitement bubbling away inside of me. Oh yeah, sex with five strange men is doing my head in, no matter how much my body and soul may want it, my brain is not convinced so easily. Breathe in 1 2 3, and out 1 2 3, and again. Damn! That is not helping at all. I cover my hands across my mouth and let the nervous energy, or rather…giggles, flow from me.
When I finally gather my wits about me, I need to wipe tears of laughter from my eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara. Fixing my hair into a bun, I step into the shower and release a surge of warm water onto my skin.
For my first lover I decide that I would wear a vanilla scent…sweet and alluringly innocent, just perfect. I load up my loafer with the fragrance, and wash my skin until it tingles. A process, I shall be repeating several times throughout today.
After drying off, I stand and look at myself in the mirror, admiring the light caramel tint of fake tan on my skin. When asked what shade I wanted, I had requested a natural, warm, and healthy colour, just enough to even out the light tan I had gotten during summer, and that's exactly what I had received.
I glide vanilla oil along my neck and wrists, between my breasts, down over my torso, between my thighs, and behind my knees…just about everywhere I want to be kissed and touched today. Fragrant oil is also the perfect way to leave my scent on my lovers.
I wrap my white silk robe around my body, tying it loosely at my waist, and release my long dark hair, so it flows down my back. Perfect. I look towards the mirror and balm my lips, noting the smouldering want and need clouding my eyes. Anticipation fizzes through my veins.
I arrive back into the room to find all the men completely naked, standing in a semi-circle, an erotic motley crew, and all mine. I have no idea who to choose to fuck first. I’m sure I start to pant, or at least that’s what my sudden onset of light headiness would have me believe. Arousal starts to liven my body, and I can feel my nipples surrender and grow hard, jutting against the flimsy constraints of my robe.
I take delight in openly admiring their nakedness. One, by one, I devour them slowly, from head to toes with my eyes. It is only then, as I was looking upon two of the men standing side by side, that I feel a slight panic catch my breath. These two men had large cocks. In fact, very large cocks. I quietly wonder if they would get any bigger with erection, or would they just get hard? The collective laugh amongst them, tells me that they must have read my mind, and for the first time today, I blush. Red heat stains my cheeks.
Together, they walk towards me, and one by one they start to touch, kiss and caress me. When I feel all of their mouths and fingers upon me, a shiver ripples across my body. I close my eyes and listen to the sigh of surrender that escapes from my lips. I greedily embrace my increasing arousal, inflamed by the heat radiating from their bodies. Multiple lips and fingers lay claim to my eager body, suckling and grabbing me. So many fingers and so many pairs of lips. Oh, I feel like I have died and gone to heaven… kink heaven. As my body sways into my lovers’ sensual embrace, my mind is held captive by the gentle peak of a climax, to which I willingly surrender.
When I float back down to earth, I can feel only a single palm pressing against my mound, and then a long strong finger enters me, stroking my slickness, capturing my wetness. As the multiple lips and hands slowly start to release their hold on my body, I feel the warm hardness of a single cock press into the small of my back. Strong hands claim my shoulders, turning me around, sliding my gown down to the floor, leaving me naked. Fingers lift my chin, his mouth claims mine, and I welcome my first lover’s kiss.
As our kiss finishes, I open my eyes and glance up to stare into my lover’s. They are the most crystalline blue eyes that I have ever seen, and they belong to Rory. With a crooked easy smile, shaggy blonde hair falling haphazardly around his face, and beautiful golden brown skin, he is every bit the quintessential surfer. I can just imagine him riding the waves off Bondi. He kisses me again and I close my eyes, losing myself in his mouth. His large warm hands gently cup my face, as his thumbs caress the rise of my cheekbones. So sweet and gentle, yet…so arousing. What a wonderful way to start my day of delights.
Even with all the sex I have had in my life up until now, I can’t remember ever being held so tenderly or kissed so gently by a lover. His kiss has made a connection direct with my heart. And although I am cradle in his strong arms, I feel only the slightest of touch. He makes me whimper with the sweetness of his pleasure. It’s unnerving to have a complete stranger affect me this way. I never expected to feel like this at all…maybe…it’s that long standing crush I have on the footballer that he reminds me so much of?
Rory’s lips tingle their way down my throat and onto my breasts, where he suckles my nipples one by one, and the soft caress of his touch makes my body shudder. I moan loudly, and arch my back painfully as I thrust myself higher into his mouth as he greedily suckles on my right nipple, while rolling the left between thumb and finger.
“Oh!” I moan again. I’m sure my nipples have a direct link to my clit. The harder and more engorged they become, the more pressure I feel building around my inner lips.
I reach down to grab his cock, and feel his whole body quiver under the pressure of my fist. Oh yeah, he wants to fuck as much as I do. A harsh moan escapes him, as I continue to stroke him within my hand. His hard cock feels like a steel rod that has been smothered in warm silicon. He thrusts his hips aiding the soft skin to slide back and forth through my palm. Once again, he moans into my mouth. Oh, how I enjoy hearing a lover respond to me…there is no sweeter sound
With my right hand, I gather some of my moist silk from between my thighs and coat his cock. I glide my wet thumb back and forth over his engorged head, making the ruddy bulb slick. Using my fingers, I increase the play on his delicate shaft, and tease the underside of his corona. The sharpness of my nails sink into the sensitivity of the raised rim. As his gift of pre cum soothes the sensitive heat of his swollen crown, his body shudders, and through his clenched jaw his lips surrender the harshest of groans.
Suddenly, Rory picks me up and carries me to the bed, where his lanky solid weight crashes down upon me. I arch into him, thrusting my hips high and feel the head of his cock press against the top of my mound. Being held, no… trapped, under his heat only intensifies my need. I crave the increased carnal stimuli I get from being held under this man, any man. Willingly trapped. Sensing the urgency of my need, he raises my hands above my head, holding them tight against the pillows, thrusting his body down onto mine. This time, his kisses are harder and more urgent. It’s not long until I start to pant and thrust my hips into his with urgency.
“Fuck me,” I beg him.
Obeying my frantic command, Rory starts to grind his hips into mine, pressing the tip of his cock into my deliciously moist lips, sliding onto the hardened hood of my clit. With his tongue on my mouth, mimicking the circular thrust of his hips, I cry out as my orgasm peaks, bucking hard against him with my savage release.
“Now! Please!” I choke out, the dryness in my throat subdues the fierceness of my plea. He moves lower, nudging both his knees between my legs, spreading them wide, before placing his thick, bulbous head just inside of me.
Once again I am lost to his kiss, my whole self is absorbed in the sensations skilfully created by his lips. As his tongue flicks in and out of my mouth, he begins to move the head of his cock in and out of my pussy. In and out, in…and…out. The correlation of our movements is seductive, and only aides the tension building deep inside my womb. I release a guttural whimper into his mouth, as my whole body becomes rigid, straining under the erotic force threatening to rip my body apart, as an overwhelmed sob escapes my throat.
He stills, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, and as he wipes away my tears of pleasure, he grins. A knowing spark dances in his eyes. As much as I can, I wrap my small hands around his large biceps, and lock my legs around his narrow hips, as he begins to move inside of me once again.
Rory’s hands move to grab hold of my ass, as he moves rhythmically back and forth ever so gently, and then his eyes narrow - staring deep into mine. He grits his teeth, and thrusts into me deep and hard. Repeatedly, he impales me, and I cry out from the cataclysmic burst I feel exploding deep inside my womb. As each thrust becomes deeper and harder, more eruptions flow through me.
With one arm gripping my waist tightly, he uses the other to hold my mouth to his, kissing me hard. I throw my arms around his neck and grip his hips tighter with my legs, ready to ride every one of his thrusts. Rory starts to grunt with each plunge of his cock, his ragged breath heats the side of my neck, his whole body tenses under his release, just as my own climax finally overwhelms me. As my head starts to spin and black flecks start to dance in my eyes, Rory explodes deep within me. Our mutual release is noisy and fierce, just the way it should be.