“If you want, in 60 seconds it’s all inside you,” he said.
“How?” I responded, having heard him perfectly but unable to believe it.
“You heard me perfectly,” the stranger replied with a Camel smoke floating between his lips. His black eyes shone as he held my gaze. For a moment, I thought I caught a faint whiff of sulfur and a kind of glowing aura around him. In that moment, there was no one else. Just him and me.
I looked at him, fascinated, and fell into a void from which only his gaze, his gestures, and his words could rescue me.
“I don’t do it in restrooms,” I replied, sure that I had foiled his plans.
“Nothing like that. Right next door, I have a little studio, nicely arranged, clean, and most importantly, just for us.”
His gaze hypnotized me. I felt strange and, somehow, I agreed.
We introduced ourselves as we left the bar. We smiled at each other as he opened the door to the street. We made first contact in the elevator with soft, quick touches. We kissed as the door to the studio opened and stumbled inside without letting go. We moved down the hall, leaving traces of clothing on the floor. He entered me as soon as we fell onto the bed.
In the end, it wasn’t 60 seconds, but 300… But it’s not bad, five minutes to let a stranger fuck you.
The sex is extraordinary for something so improvised and with a stranger. I have hardly even seen her, but I feel a wonderful, powerful, and tireless cock. The best part is the switch, where we save penetration for the end and continue with a good, reciprocal and generous repertoire of oral sex, complete groping, and, on her part, a historic rim job that leaves me trembling until she comes inside the condom again.
His tongue movements are remarkable, almost like it has a life of its own, demonstrating overwhelming mobility within my tight anus. And then, looking up close at his magnificent cock – around 20 centimeters, powerful and strong, which I can’t get enough of sucking and receiving inside me. It all comes to an end at dawn, around five in the morning, with four tied condoms on the bedroom floor.
It ends as easily as it started: “Well, it was a pleasure, it was great, goodbye, goodbye. We’ll call each other. Yes, of course,” and a farewell door slam. Neither did I expect more nor did he want less. Everything in its just measure.
One week later:
“If you want, in 60 seconds it’ll all be inside you.” The offer comes from behind, whispered in my ear with decision. I can’t help but smile.
I turn around.
It’s not him.
“Okay. Show me,” I say, interested in the coincidence.
I follow him outside. The same door. The same elevator and the same sequence of events. The differences: we go to another room and the new guy starts with a generous pussy eating that I thank him for by pulling out a few hairs when I come in his mouth.
As we try to fill the second condom, I hear screams from the adjacent room, the one I occupied last week.
Seeing how interested I am in what’s happening next door, he proposes a hostile takeover. Plus, he doesn’t hold a candle to the guy from last week.
Five minutes later, there are four of us in bed and two cocks for me. Today’s guy fucks me doggy style while last week’s guy alternates between my mouth and the other girl’s who climbed aboard today. Both of us go crazy for the cock of last week’s guy. There’s plenty for both of us but we fight to get it, whether it’s in the mouth or any other place. Our mouths constantly search for it while the other guy takes turns fucking us from behind.
Both of us ended up exhausted from so much cock, sweating naked on the bed and filled with milk, both inside and out.
We said goodbye with the same efficiency as last time, but today the new guy offered me a key to the studio to come and enjoy whenever and with whoever I wanted.
It’s great to see how encountering a stranger in an elevator never changes, even though you just ate her out and she stuck three fingers in yours, or she licked your clit while you were being sodomized, or you accompanied a cock deep inside her ass… Despite all that, we are incapable of talking about anything other than the weather while glancing at each other, looking down and moving our feet nervously.
Two weeks later:
“If you want it, you can have it inside me in 60 seconds.”
The recipient of the offer stares at me in a trance.
“Next door, I have a small studio, neat, clean and, most importantly, just for us.”
Now I’m the guide, the one who opens the door, calls the elevator and enters the studio.
With our tongues intertwined, we are surprised to find that we are not alone. In the hallway, a couple is fucking against the wall, impassive to our presence, he with his pants down to his ankles and she with her skirt above her waist and her face against the wall.
Screams and creaking springs indicate that the rooms are not empty either. And, I don’t know how, but I’m sure that the first guy is in the usual room, enjoying gaziantep lezbiyen escort another woman with her legs wide open.
After ruling out the option of leaving and with waiting being impossible, we finish the job on the small sofa in the living room.
On my knees with my mouth open and my tongue out, and already waiting for the final gift, I see the guy from the first day accompany today’s girl to the door. After closing and saying goodbye, he turns and sees us. Again, that gleam in his eyes. I have to restrain myself from getting up and leaving today’s guy there. With the jets hitting my face, I hear him laugh. The streaks in my eyes prevent me from seeing how he leaves through the same door as the girl. I catch that sulfuric smell again, but I attribute it to the guy who is tiling my face must be a miner.
After cleaning myself up, I find the living room deserted. On my way to the door, I see that today’s companion has joined the couple in the hallway. Without mercy, both of them are taking turns with the girl, who is on all fours, receiving it in her mouth and in some of her lower orifices.
I leave without saying goodbye, wondering where the guy from behind was putting it.
One month later:
“If you want, in 60 seconds my pussy is yours.”
The forms change but the result is the same. It’s been a month since I last came and I am hornier than ever. In the elevator, I suck him off without even asking his name. I open the door with one hand on the key and the other on his hot cock.
As soon as we enter, we see a busy couple behind the door. The hallway is a carpet of intertwined bodies, and the living room is a surge of dripping, coupled members.
Without looking at each other, we join in wherever we can. There are no faces or people, only interlocked bodies, dangling members to suck, sockets to slip into, knees and elbows that stab, and uncontrollable tongues that make contact with the first thing they find. I receive and give everywhere without knowing where everything comes from or exactly what is being inserted into me. It’s an infinite puzzle, and we are the pieces. Occasionally, one piece resists, and it takes a little force, but it eventually gives in. It doesn’t matter if a piece of your own color or the opposite color fits or is fitted to you. Once you find your place, the next piece comes behind you looking for the same thing. And it finds it. And so on, without stopping, until an abstract picture is formed that any idiot could title.
And all this without a break. Some cocks withdraw completely drained and exhausted, some asses are irritated, some jaws are dislocated, and others simply go out to breathe. When they do, they don’t last more than five minutes. New eager members fall upon them immediately, eager to fuck and be fucked.
We all soon slip on a sea of semen and vaginal fluids. I try to escape a couple of times, but I am dragged and covered by hot bodies, and all my holes are filled with cocks, fingers, asses, and pussies of all ages, colors, and flavors.
My senses are saturated: my sense of smell can’t keep up, deep oceans, malodorous sewers, concentrated armpits and groins, taste can’t get it right: semen, sweat, various fluids. Touch, fuck touch. All of me is touch. On my face, some balls, on my tits, other tits, dicks pass without stopping in my hands, and everything on my legs.
The sight can’t capture anything beyond a meter, just meat, hair. The ear is brutally struck by continuous panting, screaming, and growling. The noise of one sex separating from another, the noise of flesh colliding…
Finally, I manage to get out half-dressed in someone else’s clothes and still dizzy from the intensity of that studio environment. I close the door, observing that swarm of ecstatic bodies writhing like a single being. Clothes cling to my body, and I meet the first lover on the landing.
He is smoking a Camel, and his eyes are shining as always.
Without saying anything, he opens the door and stays there watching: “This is going well. Very well.”
Another month later:
I don’t even make it to the bar.
A disproportionate crowd gathers at the door, all pushing and trying to get in.
What is between their legs is not normal. It seems to throb with a heart of its own in its more than half a meter length.
I close my eyes and mouth.
A razor-sharp nail runs down my chin.
I open my eyes: there are no nails, hooves, or half-meter appendages.
I don’t understand anything, but I do what I think is most normal: swallow that cock with all my desire. Using one hand, I exercise the part of the member that I don’t swallow. I pull it out and stick my tongue to the shaft until I reach to suck its balls. It goes back to the tip and I almost swallow it whole. Then it seems to grow inside. I feel my jaws about to dislocate and I look at him in terror.
His smile reassures me and I can close my mouth around that delicious escort gaziantep lezbiyen dick again.
Holding my chin, he lifts me up and asks me to turn around. His voice sounds rocky, as if it came from the very center of the Earth. I can only obey the order.
I see the pile of people tangled up, fucking like crazy, most of them, but some looking around, puzzled and confused, as if they didn’t understand what they were doing there.
Then, without moving, I feel something pressing from below, crawling up my thighs with a clear destination.
I scream as I feel my vaginal lips separating like never before. I am unable to turn around to see what is fucking me. I can’t and I don’t want to.
The intruder moves freely inside me, reaches the bottom, and stops.
A huge slimy tongue runs down my back from my ass crack to my neck.
In my vagina, it widens and grows.
I scream.
My whole being burns with pleasure. I lower my hips a little and it enters more. It seems almost impossible, but I manage to sit on its lap, with its whole stake nailed inside me.
A smile sounds in my ear along with words that come straight from hell: “Yes, yes, I knew it was you,” and then my body starts to rise and fall without hands to help me.
Maybe I should worry, but I can’t. I am an open wound. Even the contact of the air makes me scream. My nipples seem about to explode and my vagina is about to tear apart.
How can I sneak through the crowd? I feel an uncontrollable need to keep going up. As I advance, clothes start to become scarce. The stairs are a river of people fornicating and touching each other. I don’t even make it to the first floor before I’ve lost my shirt. On the landing, fingers grab my breasts and pull on my bra. A huge cock enters my mouth. It’s enormous. It’s hard for me to let it go, they don’t usually come in such a caliber, but I must keep going. As I climb up to the second floor, I lose my pants, and again on the landing, something goes into my pussy. One of my legs hangs over the void of the stairwell, and a cock continuously drills my pussy. Tired of hearing myself scream, another cock silences me with all its length.
I arrive at the third floor, the studio floor, completely naked and having sucked three cocks, two pussies, and two assholes, with my pussy and ass well served.
The entrance to the studio is impossible. As I approach, the heat I feel is unbearable. My whole body tingles, and I am unable to control myself. I once again suck a cock until it explodes in my mouth with all its strength. With the milk on my tongue, I turn a bit and pour all that milk into someone’s pussy. My whitish tongue separates the lips to find the inner candy and goes inside. I taste its sourness while a cock goes into my ass. It hurts. It stings, but I don’t care. I want and need more. The pussy in my mouth turns into an asshole. I still have a bit of semen for it, and I let it know. I had never tasted anything so delicious.
I crawl through the crowd until I reach the center of the studio. The show has no end: blacks, whites, and yellows. Women, men, and everything. I am entertained for a moment with a transvestite with an impossible cock and perfect tits. Next to me, a woman manages to stand up and, bending her legs a bit, starts to pee on the people underneath. Suddenly faces turn and mouths open to receive the shiny rain. I stretch and try to get closer with my mouth wide open. Pushing bodies and members out of my way, I manage to get closer. I look like a castaway who sees a river after years of sailing the sea. I can’t make it in time. The fountain has been reduced to mere dying drops. Seeing my desperation, some other volunteers join me to drink. Thousands of tongues run over me, sipping the warm champagne that covers my body. With drops splashing on my face and my body turned into a huge glass, I rub my breasts, pinch my nipples.
Suddenly I feel myself lifted. My body floats over the crowd, dripping bright streams. I myself loosen my bladder. Soon a mouth plugs my crotch and has a feast with my insides.
Like a rock singer, I pass from hand to hand towards the back of the room while being groped wherever they want. Suddenly they stop me where the human pack ends. In the living room, there, sitting in a large armchair, is the one from the first day. I would rather say it’s a throne. His eyes shine like never before, his teeth show in the back of a huge and continuous smile. His feet look like hooves, and in his left hand, he holds a cane that taps on the floor. The room seems to rumble with every tap, and then, the faithful followers gently leave me on the floor.
I am the only one within that safety radius that seems to surround him. Then his clothes disappear and, between his legs, a huge cock seems to unravel like a large tentacle.
I don’t move, I’m sure, but my body approaches him as if it were floating. I feel an irrational fear and try to stop my advance with gaziantep lezbiyen escortlar my toes, but there is nothing to do.
As I reach him, that sulfur smell invades me again. My vision blurs and I fall to my knees.
What he has between his legs is not normal. It seems to throb with a life of its own in its more than half a meter of length.
I close my eyes and mouth.
A very sharp nail runs down my chin.
I open my eyes: there are no nails, hooves, or half-meter appendages.
I don’t understand anything, but I do what I think is normal: swallow that cock with all my desires. Using one hand, I exercise the part of the member that I don’t swallow. I take it out and stick my tongue to the trunk until I reach to suck its balls. It goes back to the tip and I take almost all of it in. Then it seems to grow inside. I feel my jaws about to dislocate and I look at him terrified.
His smile calms me down and I can close my mouth again around that delicious dick.
Holding my chin, he lifts me up and asks me to turn around. His voice sounds rocky, as if it came from the very center of the Earth. I can only obey the order.
I see the pile of tangled people again, fucking like crazy, most of them, but some looking around, puzzled and confused, as if they didn’t understand what they were doing there.
Then, without moving, I feel something pressing from below, crawling through my thighs with a clear destination.
I scream as I feel my vaginal lips parting like never before. I am unable to turn around and see what is fucking me. I can’t and I don’t want to.
The intruder moves freely inside me, reaching the bottom and stopping.
A huge slimy tongue runs down my back from my ass crack to my neck.
In my vagina, it widens and grows.
I scream.
My whole being burns with pleasure. I lower my hips a little and it goes in more. It seems almost impossible, but I manage to sit on his lap, with his whole stake inside me.
A smile sounds in my ear along with some words that come straight from hell: “Yes, yes, I knew it was you,” and then my body starts to go up and down without hands to help me.
Maybe I should worry, but I can’t. I am a wounded open wound. Even the touch of the air makes me scream. My nipples seem about to burst and my vagina is about to tear apart.
Something is blocking my ass and starting to stimulate my clitoris. My hips move up and down with devilish rhythm. I put my hands on the ground and something enters my ass. And it moves. And it grows.
I’m on the edge of everything: my sanity slips away while both my holes are being pumped at the same time. Inside my intestines, that thing twists and turns to make contact with the member in my pussy that doesn’t seem to want to stop… It goes in more and more.
My body burns with uncontrollable uterine fever. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes tightly as I grip my nipples, pinch and twist them as I please: the intensity that comes from my lower body leaves the rest of me numb, sleepy. I had never felt anything like it and I come with an unusual violence. My hands grab my head and I scream. My thighs contract and my toes spread apart. The vaginal walls sweat pleasure onto that enormous thing that separates them and I tremble all over. I had always believed that the female orgasm was more mental than anything else, but this one was ripped out of me by force. Each thrust was driving me insane.
Then a huge, burning torrent fills me completely. I am thrown to the ground by the ejaculatory violence and my pussy is full of sperm.
The smell of sulfur becomes unbearable.
Liters and liters whistle over my head, splashing the crowd. People go crazy trying to get a single drop… And it all starts again. Those who before wondered what they were doing there, now go back to sucking, inserting and receiving…
I tremble on the ground.
I turn my head… A hand rests on my belly.
“It’s over. Everything has ended and a new era begins.”
And everything goes dark.
The news the next day:
It disappeared as it came. No one is able to understand the reasons that led more than a thousand people to participate in a massive orgy. None of the participants were able to answer a single question about it. Lost looks and gaping mouths were all we got in response. It seems that it all started in a small studio in the old neighborhood until it reached the city center. Streets full of people copulating and, strangest of all, as you can see in the images, it all ended abruptly. Naked people wondered how they could have a stranger’s genitals in their mouth or in parts they didn’t even know existed. You can see the complete images of this bestial bacchanal this afternoon on the special program “Gettin’ frisky in public” that we are preparing for you…
Nine months later
There are people who, upon seeing him, run away at the sight of his completely black eyes. Others are unable to approach him, citing an unbearable smell of sulfur. Still others, convinced atheists, pray or cross themselves before running away without knowing why…
I don’t understand it, seeing the most precious child I have ever seen in my life resting in my arms, gripping my finger, snuggling against my chest.
We don’t have to worry about anything: the two of us know who his father is and how proud he is and will be of his offspring.