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Fourth Rotation

When the four of them returned from the balcony, Tim could smell the unmistakable stench of weed, though he wasn’t going to call in on them. One of them, after all, was his girlfriend Lisa. He was fine with anything they wanted to do as long as everyone enjoyed themselves. Him, being in the military, understood the risk of smoking weed even though he was a social smoker.

‘ALRIGHT! LET’S SLEEP!’

For Lisa whom just had her first taste of weed, she couldn’t be any safer in the presence of Tim. It WAS indeed time for all of them to rest. While the girls knocked out one-by-one on the king-sized bed, Tim quietly retreated to the angular sofa so they could sleep more comfortably. At last, the crazy day of good food and drinking came to an end for him to get some rest before work resume the next day.

Halfway through one of the deepest sleep he had experienced, a pair of hands had pulled his beach shorts low enough for a handjob. No matter how hard he squinted his eyes, it was too dark for him to see anything. Out of fear, he caught the hand that woke him up, only to feel another set of hands pulling him away.

A mouth went over his lips to keep him quiet as another slid down his growing erection, sucking the fight out of him with the two-pronged attack. Cold wind, then entered the room, followed by smoke from cigarettes, except that they were really hand-rolled joints of weed.

The break he received from the tongue ravaging his mouth came at a price when he inhaled a lung full of that illicit drug, clouding his mind to a fuzzy blur. He could feel himself getting harder.

His vision got obscured when a pair of panties went over his head, so they could bring him to the bed where hands ravished his body like predators prodding at food. His plight, certainly felt like another shade of grey he could not believe that was happening to him.

Both his hands, spread to each side of the bed, had pussies for him to toy with, while his face, had one to savour. Lastly, a familiar orifice went over his dick that was throbbing with life, that accompanied with skilled, grinding motion that honoured his manhood.

That night, for some reason, he was living the dream of everlasting stamina, as the girl riding him had two consecutive orgsms. When his cock was finally getting a breather, the three holding him down rotated positions for the next, to go over his erection.

Four vaginas he entered, and none received his cum. He was as still hard as ever. One of them then helped him up on his knees, before his hands were placed on a waist he couldn’t identify. A bit of feeling around later, he could make out what was before him – a girl on girl position.

Again, his dick took a shot at the person on top, before they rotated themselves. The next pair went for their turns and he found the one he received the most sensation from. Tim knew which one was most likely to make him cum.

‘You.. don’t go.. ‘

He never let go of the wrist he caught until the rest pinned her down, spreading her legs wide and holding them as high up (against her chest) and they could.

As Tim thrusted his hips at the lucky girl, dense cloud of secondhand smoke filled the room, with him taking puffs at whichever one that was put against his lips. Two of them, besides the one he had his dick in, laid side by side in missionary for him to finger, while the fourth had her head under his balls to teabag them.

When all of them working and moaning together, it sure didn’t take long for him to cum to the most memorable night ever. The girl that earned his cock, received the inaugural prize of his cum filling her vagina to the brim, for the mouth between his thighs to slurp up the excess.

Once that pair of panties came off his head, he saw his precious rubbing her cum-filled gap, while the rest just masturbated to an empty hole.

After what he went through, it was no surprise when he woke up to the cock-raising kisses from his love, while the other three took turns at his morning wood.

I wonder what went through the hotel’s staff minds when they saw a sleep-deprived guy checking out with four, energetic girls. That must be something only a handful could imagine coming true, let alone handle it.

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Deal-Breaker

‘Mei! Can you help me to close the door?’

‘Yupp! Rest well!’

After getting into a beer binge with my sister and her friend, Ying, to celebrate the end of her diploma. To nobody’s surprise, my low tolerance to alcohol made me the first to be knocked out, though I was more delusional than sleepy. My younger sister helped me to the bed before she left, shutting out almost all visible lights except for the faint glow at the bottom of my door.

At that inconvenient moment, I was wide awake with the best and worst thoughts running through my mind. It was tiredness versus epiphany at the worst possible time! Some time after I was put into bed and fighting for the rights to sleep the drunkenness away, light from the opening door overwhelmed my heavy eyelids.

‘Mei?’

‘Ying here. She just concussed. Are you alright?’

‘Yeah. Just trying to fall asleep. Is she in bed?’

‘Yupp. Sleeping soundly.’

In the then-darkened bedroom, drowsiness began draining the strength from my limbs away, for the better to sleep anyway. But beyond what I can move, it was the movements of my blanket that kept me from crashing. Ying, had moved it to cover my lower body, presumably out of concern.

Yet, a hand moving under it told me otherwise, when my boxers were tugged downwards to my knees, then to my feet where it disappeared.

‘Ying? I don’t think you should do this. We’re both drunk.. ‘

‘Shhh.. ‘

Her hand fumbled its way up my leg to where my disinterested slab was, and proceeded to give it a little stimulation by relieving the cosy foreskin hiding the little pink head. There was no physical way that I could stop an erection from happening, being too weak to even verbally resist. She nonchalantly continued to stroke me until it was hard enough to hold up the blanket, which didn’t stay on me for long.

Next, the petite, thin girl carefully laid herself beside me, with that hand still working on the only responsive body part on me. Who was I to reject the advances of a girl who could still see the allure in me in this drunken state? It was shamefully, a dream come true.

(She whispered) ‘She isn’t asleep yet. She’s still drinking outside. We put something in your drink. But it isn’t her fault. I asked her to.’

What, did I just hear? Was it just my imagination? Or was there something more sinister going on? My thoughts got even fuzzier when I felt a wet, warm tongue slither around my shaft, taking that blood-filled pipe in and out of her lips with much vigour.

My head, tilted towards the door, could see a shadow blocking out most of the light the gap was supposed to let in. That tireless mouth sucking me to such hardness, had managed to clear my head in mysterious ways.

(Ying exclaimed softly) ‘gosh! you’re so hard!’

What’s left was for that girl, in her own world, to fling the sheets out of the way as she climbed over my abs, readying her pussy inches away from my dick to slide her out-of-the-world-ly vagina so slowly, teasingly, down the long, solid path.

To begin with, she was tight beyond my limits. I was barely coping with the adrenaline rush that my body was going through as she rocked her hips skilfully on mine, grinding, engulfing my overwhelmed manhood into her pussy over and over again, in her overly domineering pace.

Whimpers, grunts, weak, pleading cries, were all of the noises I could make under her rage ride. My groin had begun hurting from the unstoppable rodeo fucking my mind to oblivion. Little did she know, she had gone too far to make me cum properly, over the next foreseeable minutes.

As I recovered more and more strength from the dispersing effects of said drug they have spiked my beer with, I was crying out louder for my sister, for that figure who stood at the door, watching the rape happening on my own bed.

‘ARGHHH! FUCK OFF!’

I summoned all the energy I had to make a sharp twist of my body, effectively throwing her at the wall to coincidentally hit her on the head as karma. I had to strength to get on my knees, but not to push those unjustifiable rage out of my head. In my fit of crazy, I rolled her onto her stomach and raised her ass slightly, for me to force my cock between those fine, moist vaginal lips of hers.

‘OH SHIT!’

Were the last words she said before I rammed my cock all the way into her pussy, sending her crawling for the headboard of my bed. I used my body weight to hold her down as I pumped her full of my cock, over and over again in increasing speed. There was nothing for her to grab onto as I fucked her with full thrust, moving from a rear-end sex to doggystyle once I picked her ass up from the sheets.

Right then, my sister came into the room to stop me, with apologies I didn’t have the ears for. I had raised one leg of Ying to piston my cock so deep into her that she went into a trance. As I hammered her from behind, the submissive side of her showed up as a sex hungry slut, begging for me to go deeper after asking me to stop.

My sister had become her friend’s ‘nurse’ when she did what she could only do – to stay by Ying’s side and hold her hand as she was fucked out of her brains.

‘I’M CUMMING INSIDE YOU! I’M GONNA CUMMMM!’

A powerful bump sent her face into the pillow she was moaning so desperately into, at the same time receiving the huge load that I didn’t know when would stop coming out of me. Each squeeze of my muscles that would supposedly delivery one small serving of me, rang in my head so loudly. I could feel her getting pregnant!

Just as I expended myself to fill her up, my vision went blank and I collapsed forward. That, was the end of my night.

When I finally woke up to the sunlight hitting on my curtains, Ying was still asleep next to me. The aroma of eggs, bacon, French toast, did the job of waking Ying up when my sister brought it into the room, ending all feud with her self-taught cooking skills.

(I asked) ‘Shall we get the morning-after?’

(My sister replied) ‘She has one in her bag.’

(Ying spoke softly) ‘Can I ask for some time alone with you? I want that again.. Please?’

My sister excused herself with the now-empty plates and Ying and I went on for two more rounds, one in the way that was supposed to happen last night, and the other in the manner I unconsciously did.

She now stays over every other day, using my sister as an excuse while we get the craziest, bedsheets-melting sex for as many times as we could go. Ying had made my sister our camera man.

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Consequential Doping

At 11pm, after doing a few laps of my own at the then-closed condominium pool, it was time to put the security guards’, whom I have been really good friends with, hearts at ease. On this day of every week, I would hold swimming classes before spending up to an hour alone in the pool. However, during the course of this particular lesson, an especially noisy group of teenagers at the BBQ pit had affected me quite a bit, though there were only lessons to be taught when bodies were being flung into the waters.

Making my way into the male shower rooms, I was tuned out to my surrounding until I heard noises come from a cubicle. It seemed that the door at the furthest end, which I thought was just closed because of a rigid hinge, was occupied. The lack of clothes or towels would mean that he was a resident of the estate. Perhaps, he had brought his shorts into the shower.

Without thinking too much, I continued with my business and it was when I turned on the shower tap, that I heard a cry for help.

‘Hey! Can you help me?’

A female voice in the male changing room? Still, there wasn’t anyone else she needed to hide from. I was in my cubicle then.

(I replied) ‘There’s no one out here. Feel free to leave.’

‘I CAN’T! I don’t have any clothes.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘My friends left me here.’

Whoever they were, they must still be around. I quickly washed myself up and put my clothes on, before knocking on the closed door. From where I stood outside, I could see the heels of her feet pushing against the door, pulling away only when I went close to her.

On the floor sat a girl, with long, brown hair curled at the ends, possessing a figure I remembered caught my eyes when I took a glance of the kids playing by the pool. With her hands covering her chest and groin, I threw my wet towel over her before trying to help her up. Not only were her legs too weak to support her, she was showing signs of withdrawals.

‘Are you on some kind of drug?’

‘No? I think they slipped something in my drink. I’m.. Incredibly wet.’

‘Duh. You are drenched!’

‘No.. Not there.’

Right there, I realised what she was talking about and helped her to the bench anyway, to put one of my shirt on her to hide her indecency. Just before I could find the extra pair of shorts I remembered packing, she had already progressed to the stage where she touched herself with her legs spread wide open.

To anyone else, it might seem like she was masturbating furiously, but at that close proximity, I could tell that it was an itch she was trying to get relieved. A middle finger was digging so deeply, that sent her moaning at the same time sighing in comfort.

‘Can you help me? Please? I can’t reach far enough.’

‘What? Serious? I think you should call an ambulance or something.’

‘No no! You can’t! They.. Umm.. The group of us.. Kind of took some drugs earlier. It was just a stupid dare. Please!’

She grabbed my hand and brought it to her pussy, drenched and dripping through the narrow gaps of the wooden bench. Two of my fingers were pushed into her vagina and I went on my knees to do what she asked, since I was already this ‘deep’.

Following her suggestions, the wrist-twist motion turned out to do the job best, giving her minutes-long satisfaction at each try. I ended up getting as hard as wood listening to her expressive, sexual voice and going as fast/ deep as I could to keep her happy.

(She said) ‘I’m sorry to have involved you in this. You must be so tired.’

‘I’m fine. Is it going away?’

‘I am afraid not. I think I’m wetter than before. I’m so sorry.’

At 12am when my watch beeped, she stopped me and helped me onto my feet. Whatever we have done, this must be as far as she allowed me to go. Be it guilt or impatience, the intense situation died down when she squeezed my wrists really tight.

‘Can I trouble you again?’

‘What more can I do?’

Eight finger dug into my waistline and lowered my shorts (along with my underwear) to the floor. Her mouth went over my cock and began sucking on it with vigour, using mere seconds to make me feel lightheaded. She used the tip of her tongue to probe at my pee hole until I was groaning, before circling at the underside of my little ‘head’.

In less than two minutes, I was harder than I have ever seen. When I regained my composure to look at her, her eyes were halfway rolled back in ecstasy, as if my pre-cum had some magical properties.

(She whispered) ‘Can you fuck me?’

‘Get up then. Can you bend over the bench?’

Immediately, she went into the standing doggy and I plunged my dick deep into her. However tight she was, I had stretched her out well and my head was spinning wildly to the overwhelming sense of pleasure. The gratifying moans told me of the ultimate scratch for that itch of hers, like brushing for the first time after a dental scaling.

My hips kept thrusting as she got more relaxed, fueling my own lust as she received what she wanted. At the five-mark into our bathroom sex, I was feeling a little heat at the tip of my penis. ‘Abrasion’ it must be, from the crazy sex we were having. Having an additional ‘pain rage’ from my genital, I went even faster to overcome it with euphoria, only that it made me more frustrated.

‘Something is happening to my dick. It’s getting hotter!’

‘I know! Keep fucking me and it will go away!’

I reached for her shoulders and pounded her really deep and fast, lasting longer than my ‘usual’ since I was partly exhausted from swimming.

After we changed to the ‘girl-on-top’ position that ended up with the both of us fucking against a wall, I was growing tired as the urge to cum was creeping into my groin.

‘I think I’m cumming. I can’t take it anymore.’

‘Cum inside me then! Flush me with your cum.’

Her legs wrapped even tighter around my hips as I slammed her against the cold tiles, dipping the full length of my shaft as deep as I could go. The magical moment finally came after another three minutes of the most tiring sex, engaging every muscle in my boner to pump that humongous amount of semen right into her vagina.

We feebly wobbled back to the bench before my legs officially gave way, making space for her to ride my spurting cock till it was too soft. Somehow, my ejaculate solved the ‘itch’ and both of us took a thirty minute, silent break in the isolated changing room even the guards do not patrol.

(She said) ‘I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m now too tired to move.’

‘Neither can I.’

About an hour after we fucked our brains out, we headed up to her place (without any pants on her) where her friends had crashed her family’s weekend home, leaving the door unlocked and wide open. None of us could had anymore energy to even pick up one rubbish.

For the rest of the night, we slept in the same bed that reeked of alcohol, waking up no less than two times to ‘re-inject’ my man-made, biological ‘ointment’ inside her. Who could have slept with an itch that cause either a wet pussy, or raging boner right?

The next day, which was my off day, was spent cleaning up her place so she could then surprise me with thank-you sex, around the now-tidied home.

Just remember to never mix drug with sex.

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Secret Visit

(Call from an unknown number) ‘What time can you reach Park Royal Pickering?’

‘May I know who is this?’

‘Someone related to Nat. Do you know her? Or did I get the wrong number?’

‘Is it that Nat from Tumblr?’

‘Yessss.. what time can you reach? I think you should come pick her up.’

In my mind, I couldn’t think of any good reasons that needed someone to call me on her behalf, to pick her up. No matter how little I knew about her, she was someone I couldn’t just ignore if it was so desperate.

‘Umm.. as soon as I can? 30 minutes?’

‘Okay. Come up to room 334 once you reach. Call this number when you’re at the door. Hurry.’

I put on the jeans I just stepped out off and GRABed a car to that hotel, unable to stop thinking about the emergency that risked exposing her identity. Putting all ‘impressions’ I assumed about her aside, I could only hope my appearance would get her out of whatever danger she was in.

Just five minutes before my estimated ’30 minutes’ deadline, I reached the doorstep and rang that number which called me earlier. There was so much uncertainty about what was going on behind the door that got me shaking in cold sweat.

‘You’re outside? I’m coming out.’

A man around my height in blue jeans and black polo tee appeared from the door but did not let the door close, instead, standing just a feet away to keep both eyes, one indoor and the other at me, at the same time.

‘Firstly, I want to apologise for asking you down in such a hurry, and secondly, I’ll need to take your bag and phone.’

‘What’s happening? Is it that serious?’

I handed him both items in a hurry to see what was up with Nat, which he finally gave way to let me in after collecting my belongings.

That instant I pushed through that door, I saw her, recognisable by the photos she posted of herself, lying sideways on the bed with one hand between her legs, supposedly – rubbing. Except for a set of black caged bra and thongs, there were just, four other men standing aroud her – naked.

(Random man) ‘Please do. We have been expecting you.’

‘What? Expecting me to?’

‘Be the first.’

One of them rolled her onto her back and the rest of them held one limb each, spreading her flat like.. a bedsheet. On top of her erratic shivering I didn’t understand, she had those pleading eyes staring straight at me, as if I had a way to help her.

(Man who phoned me) ‘Nat has been given something that will keep her wet for the whole night. You will be the first to ‘scratch’ The itch inside her pussy, and they will only go after you. It’s your call to help her.’

He raised a handycam at the bed and I knew everyone was waiting for me. Patient, understanding, calm. I had no idea where they came from. Seeing that no one had moved a muscle (except for Nat), I stripped myself to the nines and climbed onto the bed between Nat’s opened legs.

As soon as I got into position, the men went into an adjacent room and left me with the camera man, and her. Unsure if this was the Nat I knew, there was nothing composed about her. She sat up after everyone was gone and began jerking my cock hungrily, from a totally shrunken state to a hardness I was slightly ashamed of.

My assumption of her wanting to put my cock inside her was proved wrong when she devoured my cock in a flash, bobbing her own head up and down in a seated, upright position. I could tell how awkward her neck was feeling, but she just kept going.

In a sick way, I am finally having my chance with this girl so desired on her Tumblr blog, but at the same time..

(She whispered) ‘Do you want to do it raw?’

(Man shouted) ‘HEY! NO TALKING!’

A sheet of paper from ‘Raffles’ dangling in front of my eyes showed ‘Negative’ for any known STDs, certifying the safety of her offer for my benefit.

(Man stated) ‘The rest of them will have to use a rubber.’

By then, Nat had went into the doggystyle position and was wriggling her ass at me, arching her hips in such a way to ‘push’ her pussy outwards. I didn’t waste a second longer and guided my dick in, gliding easily all the way for her to let off a satisfying moan.

I barely got my hands on her waist when she started rocking her body back at me, fucking me ahead of – me. In a helpful way, I took over the control and plunged as far, and as hard, as I could to fulfil my desire for acknowledgement. The louder she moaned, the better I knew I was doing. She literally went hysterical when I bent my body over her back, giving her a taste of how bunnies did it, for a good one minute straight.

That sex-raged girl didn’t even ask when she suddenly crawled away from me to roll herself over, tugging my cock towards her pussy for some face-to-face ‘lovin”. Fucking the legendary Nat from behind was one thing, and it was definitely different when I got a feel of her affection from the top.

Our lips locked like long-lost lovers, making out in a subtle, sensual way (mostly without tongue) that drove my senses totally berserk. If I could depict my motion in and out of her, I would call it ‘graceful’. I tried my best to keep slamming my hips at her, while she continued moaning through the kisses we exchanged.

(I whispered breathlessly) ‘Nat.. I’m cumming.. ‘

‘Inside me please.. it will let the rest know who I really want to be fucked by.. all of it.. ‘

Those words, they did nothing but trigger sad memories of my exes, leaving my mind as a new, different, special, memory was made with Nat. We ended up hugging each other tightly as I let my groin did the rest of the work, slamming so ever violently at her pussy, until we heard the deep, relieving groan from each other.

I slid off her body after a while and she curled herself up around my hips, licking every bit off before she kissed it goodbye. At that moment, the camera man, whom she whispered was ‘M’, opened the connecting door to let the other men in, setting off a combo of gleeful claps and cheers.

As for me, I opted out of ‘watching’ and stayed in the other room for drinks. That whole event ended at around 3am, which was the time I woke up after falling asleep unknowingly. The cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake turned out to be a night with Nat in the same room she was gangbanged, while the cleaner bed was left to M.

That night, she slept with me inside her and I was awakened by the gentle grinding of her pussy. My morning wood, it seemed, lasted a little too long for her comfort but she couldn’t complain through the voice-crushing moans.

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Tell Tale

Taking a lift up an industrial building that was located very out of the way, I had no idea what to expect from the very-personal email that was sent to my private account. Given how much the sender knew about me, there were no doubts to if I should listen to its instructions.

Once the lift jerked to a stop, the doors opened to a nearly-dark room, neatly lined with beds, with a numbered flag at the top right hand corner. On the whole floor, I could spot three of them lit by down lights, as if three of ‘us’ were expected.

The beds, would hint at someone lying on the number I was assigned – 17. So, the question is, ‘who’. My limbs gradually turned cold as I walked in the direction which the numbers counted up from ’11’, spotting a figure that was lying motionless under the glowing incandescent light.

Upclose, a black cloth bag was draped over her head, otherwise completely covered with a blanket. The flag though, had a thin pipe that resembled a surgical tube, trailing to the sheets.

Who.

I pulled the sheets down to reveal a body I wouldn’t mistaken for anyone else, feeling the rush of adrenaline pump through my heart. It is her.

The one I missed.

‘MMMM!’

Her head rose abruptly but there was something else obstructing her speech. Tugging the head mask off, a blindfold revealed itself along with a device strapped over her mouth, keeping her jaws apart in some weird fashion.

‘MMMM! MMMM!’

Both her hands quickly reached for her pussy, that was getting very wet for some reason. The longer I watched her, the hornier she seemed to get, to a point she was masturbating herself. Somehow, the dumbfounded me took too long to respond. The lights changed to a red one and I woke up from my daze.

As per instructed, I took my clothes off and guided her hands to my dick, which she began jerking impatiently. All of a sudden, memories of the times we spent together came flooding my mind and I got really hard very quickly.

Wasting no more of that blackmailer’s time, I positioned her into doggie style and plunged my cock right into her pussy, going as raw as we had – once.

‘Mmm-mmm? Mmm-mmm!’

Those two mmms, sounded like what she used to call me – baby. I whispered a ‘yes’, and she immediately loosened up to whatever we were put into. Her chest fell onto the bed like old times, and I thrusted as forcefully as I could into that ever-familiarly desirable pussy. Every stroke, got her moaning louder and louder than before.

Just as we were getting heated, the lift door opened and someone came out of it. He too, went to a bed just a row away and got started doing what I was doing.

To be inside her, reliving those wet, loud, fierce moments again, it was a complete mind-fuck. I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her no matter how guilty I felt, instead, getting angrier and angrier for her sudden break up.

‘I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming!’

‘MMMMM!’

Her head shook violently left and right to signal a clear ‘no’, but I was getting none of that. I rammed every ounce of my energy into her contracting pussy until I came right into her, pumping her full of my cum to sorrowful cries that only ached my heart slightly.

A few minutes after I pulled out of her, she fell unconscious and the light turned to a blue one immediately. That, must be the ‘done’ cue. With nothing else to go on, I wore my clothes and went back to the lift, only to spend a good ten out of twelve minutes not moving.

By the time I stepped out of it, I found myself staring at baby, face to face. Without a word, she threw her arms around me and thanked me, for being the one who fucked her instead of anyone else. We took the stairs she came down from and left the building, in a similar confused state as I embarked on this whole, experience in.

I still don’t know what happened.