And with that, the cat was out of the bad. Tara got off of Mike’s lap, took Maria’s hand, and led her into a doorway off the kitchen hallway. I started to get up to follow, but Evan shook his head and motioned for me to sit back down. “Tara will come get us when she’s ready. Trust me, you’ll be fine.” I sat back down, half-drunk, enjoying this whole scene but eager to see what came next..
Mike stood up and began to collect our paperwork. I fished mine out of my pocket — a clean bill of sexual health, from four days ago. Mike collected the documents and scanned them before handing them to me, as the guest of honor. I scanned the files myself — all of the men had a clean result. I nodded and gave them back to Mike. “She’s on the pill, yes?” he asked.
“Yes, she is,” I replied, knowing it was a prerequisite to join the group. Some of the other men nodded in agreement and Mike sat back down as we kept drinking our beers as if nothing had happened.
A few minutes later, Tara emerged from the same doorway and told us that it was time. My heart skipped a beat a bit as Mike led the group to the door. I followed him with the rest of the group in tow as we headed into what looked to be a dingy unfinished basement. The walls were slightly damp, with a washer/dryer hookup against the wall. In the corner was a door that looked surprisingly new, and Tara opened it to reveal a small basement bedroom. The room was finished after all, though it looked as though it hadn’t been remodeled since the 80s.
I surveyed the surroundings. A long couch sat against the left wall — the upholstery cloth looking like it had been beaten up pretty badly. There was a small card table in the middle of the room, and a double bed against the back wall. Some small folding chairs dotted the room and there looked to be a small bathroom against the right wall in the back corner. Frankly, this room seemed very out of place in this nice middle-class home.
After the quick survey, my eyes darted to the couch, where Maria sat, sipping another drink but wearing a pink bathrobe. The color contrasted nicely against her light brown skin, I thought to myself. The men entered, and the room suddenly felt crowded as the 8 of us loitered and Tara closed the door. She dimmed the lights and Mike reached over to the stereo to turn on some dance music, and the men and Tara began to settle into the folding chairs.
Tara nodded to Maria, and she must have trained Maria well as Maria instinctively stood up and dropped her robe. The men hollered, audible over the thumping house music, as she revealed her underwear. She looked phenomenal. Her tight red panties barely covered her juicy hips and butt, and her matching red bra barely obscured her nipples on her enticingly-thick 36D frame. Immediately I knew I was going to make some big mistakes tonight, but in my alcohol-fueled haze, I didn’t care.
I heard the jangling of belts as some of the men fidgeted, getting themselves ready, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her in the dim light. She bent over and posed for us on the couch. On her back, legs spread. On her knees, ass up facing us. She turned and sat on the couch, facing us, legs spread as she pulled her panties to the side to reveal her sweet spot. I could audibly hear the tension in the room drop as she began to touch herself, the boys finally relaxing and enjoying the moment. I couldn’t make out her pussy in the dim light, but I unbuttoned my belt and took my shirt off on cue with the others.
She was simply mesmerizing. It was as if she had done this a million times before, though I knew this was her first time. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she fingered herself. Evan and James had fully disrobed, and the rest of us followed suit, save for Tara who remained fully clothed. I admired Maria’s confidence as she showed herself to us, and Mike motioned silently for me to make a move on her.
It was time. My girlfriend would kill me, but there was no turning back now. I made a move slowly to the edge of the couch, my eyes locking with hers as I moved. She remained stoic, turning her attention to the remainder of the room to continue with her show. I sat next to her, nude on the grimy couch, house music blaring, as our legs brushed against each other, reminding us of the gravity of the situation. She turned her attention to me, stopping her fingering, looking at me as if to say “what now?”
I didn’t miss a beat. I leaned in and unclasped her bra in one fell swoop, tossing it to the floor to reveal her breasts. I surveyed the room — all of the others watched intently as I began to suck on her right breast, then squeeze the left. I felt myself getting harder, and she must have as well as I felt her hand brush against my cock. I fumbled with her panties, pulling them off her legs and tossing them to the floor as she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke slowly.
I paused, not sure how to react as she stroked, caught up in the moment. Kyle broke the silence with a hearty “suck him!” from the crowd.
And she did. And it was unbelievable. She bent down on the couch and began to suck slowly, her warm mouth engulfing my cock. I looked down and our eyes met once again. All of our discussions, our dirty chats — I never thought it’d actually happen, let alone like this. It was surreal — the thumping bass of the dance music, the dim lighting of the room, the hooting and hollering of the crowd. I took the back of her head and softly guided it up and down on my shaft for a few strokes before pulling out. I nodded to the men and backed away, not wanting to keep her all to myself — it was time for the action.
I stepped away and moved to the edge of the bed as Paul moved toward her. He was maybe seven inches — to be honest, all of the men appeared about the same as I was, in the six-and-a-half to seven range. He guided her, seated, legs spread facing him, and he wasted no time mounting her, her moans piercing the air.
Tara stood up and turned up the speakers, drowning her moans in thumping dance music, and Paul began to open Maria up. Tara broke my gaze as she left the room, leaving the 6 of us men with Maria. I couldn’t help but feel like her protector, her guardian as Paul penetrated her.
Within two minutes, he motioned to the group and pulled out to step aside. James stepped in and took his turn on her. And two minutes later, it was Evan’s turn.
They worked efficiently and seemingly emotionlessly. They’d done this before, I told myself — used other girls for their enjoyment and moved on. But I couldn’t help but make eye contact with Maria. When she wasn’t looking at the men, her eyes were focused on me, and mine on hers. She had pretty hazel eyes, something I’d never noticed about her until now as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.
But it wasn’t to be for long. Evan stepped away and Mike stepped up, grabbing Maria’s hips and turning her facedown-ass up on the couch. It was a glorious site, that round booty up in the air, and again he wasted no time getting one leg up on the couch and entering her.
Our eye contact had been broken, and I couldn’t do anything but watch Mike and then Kyle take turns on her gorgeous body. Kyle took her roughly, and I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her body as he worked. Her moans were slightly audible, but muffled as her head was in the couch. But again, he stepped away within a few minutes and motioned, this time to me.
It was almost as if I had forgotten I was supposed to take a turn on her. I was in a daze. Kyle stepped away and beckoned, and my eyes were fixated on her body as I sauntered towards her. I could see her peeking up from her facedown position, but I blocked her out as I eyed her up.
It truly was a phenomenal sight. Her burnt-caramel skin, hair falling onto the couch, her manicured nails holding her thighs open. She had a little bit of cellulite, but that was to be expected — she was a regular chick, not a porn star, after all. Her asshole was nice and tight, slightly darker than her skin tone, and her lips looked loose, dark brown, meaty. Certainly not the tight, taut style you see in porn, but I was enamored regardless.
I took a deep breath and put a leg up on the couch before taking my cock in my hands to feel my way inside her in the dark. It took virtually no effort and slid right in, her hole wide open from the previous men. I could sense that she was beginning to lose wetness, no doubt from all of the activity, and I tried to take it easy on her, our hips rocking in unison.
Thoughts flashed through my head — what would my girlfriend think? – why am I doing this? — but then I refocused on her plump ass — and there was no way I was quitting now.
That is, until Paul tapped me on the shoulder and motioned me to the side. Maria grabbed for my thighs as I stepped away, and I could see her looking for me, her eyes looking for safety. I instinctively took her right hand in mine as Paul took his turn on her. I could tell he wouldn’t be long, given his forcefulness in getting to take a turn. He had been stroking for the past 10 minutes and was clearly edging — he asked Maria to get on her knees for him.
She obliged, and within moments Paul had finished on her face. I couldn’t help but stroke while watching as he shot on her, then dribbled the remainder before stepping back to admire his work.
I moved to Maria to help her to her feet at Kyle moved in, and our eyes met once again. She looked confident, poised, despite being covered in cum. “Kiss me,” she said forcefully.
Taken aback, I tensed for a second. “Kiss me,” she repeated. We were mere inches from each other. The absurdity of the situation sunk in as she stood next to me, face covered in cum, asking for a kiss. But the heat of the moment overwhelmed any uncertainty and we began to make out, our first kiss. The initial ickiness of Paul’s cum, slimy and wet, on my skin and lips subsided as we kissed passionately.
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