My Fantasy Fulfilled

Literotic asexstories – My Fantasy Fulfilled by JuliehereagainUK,JuliehereagainUK
My second writing attempt. This time a fictional story about how a supposed ‘milf’ might fulfil her fantasy. It’s not from experience, but I do know someone who has.

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I couldn’t believe that the guy with the tattoo on his shoulder was going again! Debbie looked totally exhausted and totally gone. Her auburn hair was matted across her forehead with a combination of both sweat and semen. Her body had gone beyond any more orgasms. The bed sheet was crumpled and damp with the dribbles of spunk from her pussy mixed in with her own juices.

The other four guys were either getting dressed, or drinking beer and encouraging their mate to fuck her one more time. There was lots of jeering and ridicule when Debbie moaned, “Oh god!” for the umpteenth time.

The bed had taken a battering too. The brass bedhead had bashed against the wall so much that it had knocked a chunk of plaster out until we’d pulled it back a bit.

I thought it best that it was coming to an end. Mr Tattoo was now pounding into Debbie in his effort to empty himself a second time. Debbie looked in my direction and I could read in her eyes that she’d had enough. She shut them tight and then to my surprise, and to her surprise, both the guy with the tattoo and she seemed to cum again.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuckkkkkk!” she groaned and in the same moment the guy grunted, held his cock inside her and emptied himself a second time.

I sighed with relief because it was over for Debbie, the guy withdrew leaving a dribble of semen on the end of his cock. As a last gesture he reached down holding Debbie’s thighs apart to expose two huge globules of spunk oozing from her pussy.

I waited till he’d got up from the bed, then joined her as she rolled onto her side and all the guys left the room.

“Jesus Lucy, I don’t know how I did that, I’m fucked!” She could hardly speak.

“You certainly were!” I replied, trying to keep my enthusiasm hidden.

I sort of smirked, and didn’t really know how Debbie would have taken that remark.”

“I need to shower, and I’m so sore,” she murmured.

“I’m not surprised, I wondered how long some of those guys were going to last for.”

“Thank you for being there, I wouldn’t have done it without you.” She paused a moment, “Wow! I’ve just been gangbanged!” she exclaimed.

I helped Debbie to the en suite and left her to it while I stripped the bed and put everything in the washing machine downstairs. It was then that I realised how aroused I’d become. It had turned me on and I didn’t think that it would. It was a good half an hour before Debbie appeared in far better shape, and dressed in her bathrobe.

It had all been arranged as a bit of a dare. Debbie had a good friend, Sean, from way back. He’d used her as a model to set up his photographic business when they were both much younger. The three of us were at a party and the conversation ran away with us. Tales of sexual exploits under the influence of alcohol always ratchets up the chat.

Anyway the long and the short of it was that Sean had a group of friends that were ‘up for the fun,’ and it rapidly became a dare and then a reality. In the intervening days Debbie swung backwards and forwards about going through with it, but eventually it was fixed and she probably thought that she couldn’t back out.

Sean wasn’t in attendance at Debbie’s house, he was just the organiser, however he did text later that afternoon. Debbie was still recovering, but still pumped up.

She kept saying words like, “Fuck! Lucy, that was epic!”

Debbie was truly on a high! She’d achieved her fantasy, her ambition, and was full of descriptive feelings.

I chuckled and let her continue.

“I never thought it would be exactly like that and they were all good at it. The guy with the tattoo was a bit special, both times he fucked me he made me cum.”

” I was scared you wouldn’t last the pace,” I’d really thought that.

“I wasn’t sure, but once I’d relaxed and was doing so many different things I was sort of in the zone.”

She giggled some more, “And you were brilliant, thanks.”

I owned up, “It actually turned me on. When I saw you have more than one orgasm it really got me.”

“You should try it!” she screeched, “we’ll reverse roles, I’ll get Sean to fix it up… go on… you know you want to!”

I must have gone bright red, and was very quiet.

“Go on, I dare you… I’ll tell Sean.”

When I didn’t answer it was like saying, “Okay.” I did try to change the subject, but it was left hanging there… all pervasive.

That night in bed the whole day was flashing back and forth through my mind. I relived the images of Debbie being used over and over again. It had gone on for the best part of an hour and twenty minutes. I found myself massaging my clit, then using my vibrator both inside me and out, and thinking how it must have felt for her. When I came, I exploded, having an orgasm that went on and on.

Even when I awoke the images were still there and it was only after breakfast that I managed to clear my mind. It was to be a brief respite.

Mid morning I got a text from an unknown number.

‘Hi Lucy. Debbie gave me your number. It’s Sean. If you want I can arrange it!’ The text was followed by a series of firework emojis.

I heard myself mutter, “Oh fuck,” out loud.

Immediately I phoned Debbie.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Sore,” she replied, “but sort of elated.”

“Well, I’ve had a text from Sean, you gave him my number?”

I heard her giggling, “Yes, I did, I wanted to let him know you were thinking about it.”

“You sod Debbie, I could lie and say I haven’t, but truth be told I’ve thought about nothing else.” I hesitated and went on, “I don’t think I can, I wouldn’t be brave enough.”

Debbie began to sound sensible again.

“No one’s forcing you Lucy, but you saw the guys, there was no great danger, and if you ever tried it with complete strangers, who knows what might happen? Sean’s friends were perfect for me.”

I pondered, “Let me think about it, I’d only do it at your house… THAT’S IF I DID IT!”

The phone conversation left me hanging again, and I spent the rest of the day trying to forget the temptation.

‘Will it be the same guys?’

The text to Sean surely indicated my dilemma, if not my agreement. I sent it that evening after three quarters of a bottle of Malbec.

The reply came back, ‘Can I phone you?’

When I agreed Sean sounded very measured and didn’t try to persuade me one way or the other.

“It would be just like with Debbie. Five guys, or however many you’d prefer. Just think about it, discuss it with Debbie, she’ll be there, but there’s absolutely no pressure.”

“You can tell I’m nervous Sean, but thank you, I’ll think hard and if I decide I won’t let you down, if I say ‘yes’ I mean ‘yes.”

It wasn’t a long chat and suddenly I felt very aroused. I lay there on the sofa and found myself rubbing my clit again through my panties. It didn’t take long before I slipped them aside and felt how wet I was. The thought of several cocks stretching me and spunk lubricating my pussy was a kind of aphrodisiac. Would I cum a lot, how would I feel with the constant pounding?

I came with a long groan out loud and my hips lifting up off the sofa. When I relaxed I felt relatively at peace and I knew I’d made up my mind to go through with it.

“Debbie, I’ve decided, I’m going to do it,” and then with a hesitant voice, “but with certain conditions.”

She screeched down the phone, “Great… yes great, how do you mean?”

“It’s got to be with you there, at your place. Sean said the same five guys, are you okay with that? Were they okay with you?”

“Absolutely,” she said, “it couldn’t have been better.” Then she giggled, “well maybe if there were six!”

“You greedy sod,” I was giggling too now.

“I’ll tell Sean, and see if it can be a Friday evening, if that’s okay?”

We both agreed and Debbie said she’d come round the next evening to chat about it some more. Within half an hour I got a text from Sean.

‘Great Lucy, I’ll arrange it all and talk to you again soon.’

It was nearly two weeks later when I stood there in Debbie’s lounge, prepared and ready, despite shaking so much with nerves.

I’d spent the last two hours getting ready along with her help. I’d had my nails and hair done. I was all dressed up in a black jersey dress that hugged my bust and hips and stopped three inches above my knee. Underneath I was dressed like a slut. Black bra, black bikini style panties, black suspender belt and black lace top stockings. I was hobbling about on black strappy heels.

“You look ravishing, I could fuck you myself!” Debbie laughed.

I’d waxed so that I was left with my customary narrow strip of pubic hair and I smelt of some overpriced French perfume.

“I think I might prefer that!” I replied in a croaky voice.

“Look, it’s still not too late to cancel, they won’t have left the pub yet?”

That suggestion seemed to galvanise me and I took another swig of Sauvignon.

“NO!… I’m ready, absolutely!”

“Okay I’ll text Sean then.”

Debbie picked up her phone and tapped out a message. It pinged back within five minutes.

“They’re on their way… about fifteen minutes!”

This was it. I led the way upstairs to Debbie’s bedroom. The damaged plaster on the wall had been repaired, however it was still unpainted. The bed was now positioned more in the centre of the room. I went to the window and looked out. It was still light, about nine ‘o clock on a June evening.

“Come away, they’ll arrive when they arrive Lucy, just sit down.”

I was so fidgety, but sat sedately on the side of the bed, aware of my gradual state of arousal. My pussy was the centre of my consciousness at that moment. I sat deep in thought of what was to come.

My body jumped when the front door bell rang and Debbie left the room to go downstairs. I began to take deep breaths and listened to the hubbub below. Mens’ voices, laughing, loud, expectant. I heard a couple of remarks about Debbie joining in and of course they remembered her well!

And then the sound of many feet on the stairs. I stood facing the door with my back to the bed and took one last deep breath.

Debbie entered leading the group of highly excited men. The first guy appeared and it was Mr Tattoo! He grinned as he recognised me as Debbie’s chaperone.

“It’s you, and we all so wanted to fuck you last time! Hey guys look who it is, Sean never told us.”

Then everyone came into the room and I was surrounded by an invisible cloud of testosterone.

The loud chatter dumbed down a bit as I was surrounded, and their hands were everywhere. Hands squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, hands massaging my backside until one of them lifted the hem of my dress and tugged it upwards. Within seconds it was over my head and I was standing in my black lingerie, much to the delight and whoops of joy from all of them.

Quickly, but gently, I was manoeuvred towards the bed and while one of the guys was kissing my neck and reaching round to unclasp my bra, the others were stripping out of their clothes. It was then that I noticed someone new. He hadn’t been one of Debbie’s men and he stood well over six feet and was in his twenties, by far the youngest there. But not only was he the new guy, he was the most well endowed.

I was distracted and staring from within the group of men at the way his cock hung down, far bigger than anything I’d seen before, except perhaps on the internet. However, when the guy kissing me bent down to suck one of my nipples and the others crowded around I became submerged once again with hands and fingers everywhere.

I felt the back of my legs press up against the bed and I was laid back, quite gently, before two of the guys knelt on the mattress beside me and thrust their semi erect cocks towards my mouth.

This was it, I was on the one way journey and I could feel my pussy responding accordingly.

“Let’s get these off,” I heard a voice say and felt my panties being tugged down my legs. I was exposed and in seconds fingers were stroking between my pussy lips and I was feeling my juices flow.

It felt strangely bizarre with the cock in my mouth engorging and becoming hard in a few seconds, and as I took the base of it in my fingers my head was directed towards the second cock which then grew stiff as well.

And then the inevitable arrived. The mattress sagged between my knees as someone knelt and lifted my hips upwards with two hands. I felt the head of a cock press into the soft folds of my pussy. So many sensations, so much happening.

I must have made some sort of sound with my mouth full, as the cock entered me. Briefly I did interrupt the blow job and groaned out loud as the cock continued to go deep within me and then began to thrust.

it was happening, this was my fantasy in real life.

I caught sight of Debbie, seated in the armchair watching the whole scenario with half a smile on her face. Quickly I was forced to suck cock once again, and in total amazement I was faced with the new young guys cock.

Amazement because it was like no other, and at first I found it difficult to even take between my lips. I opened my mouth so wide as he pushed just a couple of inches inside before I gagged. I felt a bit inadequate, but he clearly knew how much he was awkward to handle. He withdrew and I simple sucked the head and swirled my tongue around it.

Then someone began to massage my clit while the guy between my thighs continued to fuck me. I felt the pleasure of both for the first time and could also feel the urgency of the cock inside me. Even before I was anywhere close to an orgasm the guy rammed into me, held himself deep and grunted. I felt him jerk, several times, and the pulses continued until he slowly withdrew. That feeling of ejaculation never fails to thrill.

The big guy withdrew from my mouth and even before I felt him get off the bed another cock was pushing inside me.

I moaned out loud and yet someone else was seeking pleasure with my mouth.

This time the fucking seemed more intense, more pleasurable and I knew I wasn’t far off my orgasm. All of them seemed to sense it. Someone began squeezing my nipples, which was the sure way of hurrying me towards it.

When I came my body convulsed and several of them cheered in a muted sort of way. I felt a sense of achievement which was soon forgotten as this second guy seemed to thrust up inside me in a way that made the first orgasm merge into a second.

I think Debbie must have been surprised. I’d told her how I was able to have several orgasms and I knew I was ready for it that night.

“Oh fuck!” I heard the guy inside me lose control and his cock began pumping semen deep into me. It was the most wonderful feeling once again.

Suddenly I was alone on the bed and looking up at the new youngster. Everyone had retreated leaving him kneeling between my thighs with his cock pointing upwards and the most threatening erection I’d ever seen.

I must have looked fearful and a mischievous smile hovered across his face.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear so that no one else could hear.

“It’s okay, I’ll go slowly.”

It seemed so out of place. Five guys getting their rocks off and wanting release. However there was a warmth about that brief exchange despite the others wanting to see how I handled his enormous cock.

I must have closed my eyes as he pushed his body between my thighs. The way in which I muttered, “oh fuck!” in a slightly drawn out way belied the anticipation of what it might feel like.

I felt the tip of his cock push into my soaking wet pussy, awash with the semen of the previous guy. It felt so thick it stretched me, then it went further in, and on and on.

“FUCK!… OH GOD!” I cried out.

I felt his breath close up to my face and he kept saying, “Ok baby… ok,” pulling back slightly so that I could adjust.

I did relax and I did give a sigh of relief which is when he began to fuck me in earnest and it did feel so good. I found myself stretching my legs further and further apart, wanting to feel every inch of him, and it was no surprise when my next orgasm rushed upon me.

“Oh… Oh… Ohhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned as my hips thrust upwards in a shuddering reflex action. “Fuckkkkkkk!” I heard myself cry out, only to have the words stifled by another cock in my mouth.

I sucked the head to the best of my ability while my body rested back down on the bed.

“Turn her round,” a voice said and suddenly his cock withdrew and I found myself being put on all fours by two of the guys.

My legs were spread further apart and in an instant I was impaled on that super sized cock once again, and was sucking another cock from someone standing at the other end of the bed.

I felt the perspiration on my back and semen was dribbling down my inner thighs when he came. A loud grunt, a final thrust and a brief jerk inside me before he withdrew and I felt the warm sensation of spunk being squirted onto my back and then being rubbed into my buttocks.

“My turn,” another guy said insistently, and I was being fucked again. He was much smaller and must have been a little over excited because in a couple of minutes he was ejaculating inside me.

There was mutual laughter towards him as he backed away and I was pushed onto my back again. This time the smallest guy of the lot, but with a sizeable cock rammed into me. He was like a jackhammer, pounding into me, making the bed creak. The last of the five guys, the one with the tattoo, was now standing beside my head, stroking his cock really fast and I knew I had to take his load in my mouth, in fact when he came it was over my face with just a fraction managed to spurt into my open mouth.

The spunk stung and I tried to wipe it out of my eye. As I did so the guy between my legs spurted inside me and I was trying to add up if I’d had all five men.

The aroma of semen pervaded, and it was everywhere on me, on my face, in my mouth, between my thighs and oozing from my pussy. All five of the guys stood around the bed and I managed to lift myself up onto my elbows and smile.

“Hold on Lucy, one last encore!”

I’m not sure who said it, but the tall young guy stepped closer and to my surprise I saw him half erect again. He knelt back between my thighs and lifted my hips up to meet the head of his cock. I looked down as he entered me, my pussy so well used now it didn’t matter that he wasn’t quite as hard as before.

I groaned, but fell back and felt the enjoyment of being completely filled once again.

“Oh yes… oh fuck… go on… fuck!” I muttered and the men all cheered.

It was an amazing finale, I came twice more before he thrust for the last time and collapsed onto me, his cock pumping yet more semen inside me before he rolled aside.

I lay completely exhausted while they were all recovering their clothes and leaving the bedroom amidst animated conversation.

Debbie came to my side and looked down with the broadest smile.

“God that’s made me so horny,” she giggled, “you okay? You looked like you enjoyed it?”

I grunted some sort of reply, “Fuck Debbie, that was something else.”

“Let’s get you showered, you’re covered!” and then she was putting her hand on mine, and in seconds was leading me to the en-suite.