The Willing
of
PherBal
genre
group sex
Lily held the white envelope and turned it over in her hands several times. She held it up to the light before bringing it to her nose briefly, smiling as the scent of a familiar cologne triggered memories of her decadent past. There was no return address on the envelope, not that it mattered to her. She knew exactly from whom it came, and was fairly sure of the message contained within. Lily placed the envelope down, sipped a Grenache from her wine glass and closed her eyes momentarily. Opening her eyes, she picked up the envelope and carefully tore open one side to retrieve the letter. This, too, she held to her nose and smiled from the same familiar smell. Her panties, Lily knew, were getting wet from the anticipation she felt, and she carefully unfolded the letter to reveal the message inside, which read:
“Tomorrow, your darkest fantasy will come true. A driver will arrive at precisely 3:00 p.m. and bring you to me. Ask him no questions, as he will not answer; do, however, trust him implicitly.”
Lily turned the paper and saw another message, this one comprised only of five simple words:
“You can’t rape the willing. “
Folding the paper, she placed the letter back in the envelope and dropped it into wastebasket as she casually walked by.
By 2:00 p.m. the following day, Lily had already completed a laundry list of to-do’s around the house and even enjoyed a long, hot shower. She kept herself engaged with any activity that she thought would do well to distract her as the morning, then early afternoon, passed. She glanced at her phone and saw it was nearly 3:00 p.m. The sight of the black SUV pulling into her driveway moments later made her heart race; the driver’s timing was indeed precise - not a moment too early, nor a moment too late. Lily grabbed her keys from the counter, then closed the door behind her as she made way to her waiting ride.
Climbing into the backseat of the SUV, Lily enjoyed the cool temperature maintained. Her driver offered no greeting, nor did he attempt to make small talk as she entered the vehicle. Save for the slightest perceptible smile when his eyes darted to steal a glance at Lily’s breasts, his face was, for the most part, entirely expressionless.
On the seat beside her, Lily found a neatly tied package with a small hand-written note afixed, which read only, “You’ll thank me later...” She opened the package and found a set of clothes, all pieces exactly her size, although perhaps not in any fashion she would have herself chosen. Setting the package aside, she glanced about the interior of the cabin and saw bottles of water, some colas, and a decanter with matching tumblers. The brown liquid in the decanter was likely whiskey, she thought, and was disappointed that her host had not included wine with the other beverages. She poured herself whiskey, neat, offered a silent toast to no one in particular and settled back into her seat.
After three hours’ driving, Lily began to wonder just where she was being taken. She remembered the letter and it’s instructions, but decided she would ask anyway. The driver, orf course, only glanced in the rearview mirror then shifted his attention back to the road ahead. Lily saw they were now on a side road leading up to a remote ranch-style home, but what really grabbed her attention was the number of cars parked in the driveway and immediate surrounding. “This must be the place,” she thought, which the driver confirmed by parking in front of the house. After a moment, Lily’s door was opened and she exited the vehicle, pausing only momentarily to breathe deeply and mentally prepare herself for that which was yet to come.
As she walked into the house, the loud thumping bass and thick, lingering smell of pot assaulted her senses. Every person she passed as she wandered through the house paused to leer at her, as if sizing her up. Lily saw no one she recognized and began to wonder if she was at right place, until she felt a hand on her shoulder and sensed someone leaning in to speak to her.
“I’m really excited that you’re here, Lily - we all are,” the man said to her as she turned to face him, hoping he might be someone with a familiar face. He was not. She was relieved, however, to know that she was right where she was supposed to be. “Come with me...” he said, leading her to a room at the opposite end of the house. As they walked, Lily looked to the faces of the people they passed; some stood in small groups talking and laughing, while others lounged on couches or recliners. All of the people, she noticed, had one thing in common: All were men. When they reached what she assumed was the master bedroom, Lily felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach to which she was not so accustomed. She felt nervous as the realization of what would happen over the next several hours began to feel very real to her.
Lily heard a heavy deadbolt engage immediately after entering the room and spun on her heels to face the man. She knew instantly what he intended to do having her alone and behind the locked door, but was silenced by his hand as it was suddenly and forcefully clamped over her mouth.
“You know what you’re here for,” he said in a hushed tone as he looked up and down her body. “Everyone gets a turn...but I’m first. My house, my rules...my way.” He backed away slowly to admire her figure, then quickly stepped forward again and easily tore the shirt she wore from her body. Stooping down, he pulled her shorts down from her waist with a single, hard tug. “Now finish,” he commanded, again taking a step back to view her fully. Lily did as she was told, first unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor, then sliding her panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them. She stood in silence for a brief moment and looked away from him as her arms instinctively covered her exposed breasts. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled her arms down to her sides. “This is your fucking fantasy, so you’d better fucking get used to it!”
It was her darkest fantasy, in fact. How many nights before this, she wondered, did she lay in bed and masturbate to the thought of herself being forcefully taken by strangers, not once, but over and over again? She shared this fantasy with only one person, a man whom she trusted and knew could help make it a reality. She thought of the discarded letter and the simple instructions imbued with his scent. Her head swirled a moment as she again thought of his enticing smell, and once more of the five simple words on the backside of the letter.
“You can’t rape the willing,” she said.
“What?” he asked, not sure that he had heard correctly - or even understood - her declaration. Before he knew what was happening, Lily closed the distance between them and pushed the man forcefully to the bed on his backside.
“You heard me,” Lily said, now with more confidence in her voice. She dropped a pillow to the floor and knelt next to the bed, curling her fingers in his boxer-briefs and pulling them off completely. He propped himself on his elbows and watched as she grabbed his cock and started tugging it gently. Then, without another word, Lily moistened and brought her lips closer, closed her eyes and took him into her mouth.
After only a few minutes of sucking, kissing and licking his shaft, Lily knew without a doubt that the man of the house wouldn’t last long. She reached between her own legs and felt the heat of her sex, spreading its wetness around with her fingers. Lifting herself from the floor, she straddled his body and reached between her legs for his stiffened cock, which she carefully slid inside herself. Lily closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his penetration, enjoying the thickness of his cock as she slowly slid down the length of his veiny shaft. He grabbed Lily’s tits and squeezed them, and she put her hands over his and held them in place, while slowly gyrating her hips. He was trying his best not to cum too quickly, she knew; his stare was vacant and his face reddened as he tried to think of something - anything - to keep from exploding. Lily leaned forward and stretched her arms past his head, feeling her tits press against as his chest as his hands gripped her waist. She brought her mouth close to his ear, nibbled very lighly on his lobe, and whispered the Coup de grace: “Be the first to cum in my ass...” Hearing her say that was too much for him to handle, and he could hold back no longer. He pulled her waist down to meet his as he gave his last few thrusts, a primal grunt sounding off as he came. Lily made no attempt to stop him from releasing inside, instead enjoying the feel of hot cum spurt inside her and the several quick pulsations of his cock.
Lily climbed off the spent man as he lay trying to catch his own breath. As she moved, she could feel his semen start to dribble from inside and covered her pussy with her fingers, to both stop its flow and simultaneously rub herself. He sat up and reached out toward her, wanting so badly to kiss her, but was forcefully denied as she covered his face with her palm and pushed him back onto the bed. “Get the fuck out of here,” she said, “that’s not for you.”
Lily could hear hoots and hollers through the open door, as the first of the many men who would fuck her excited the room with his clothes in hand. The sound of the high-fives going on made her roll her eyes at their immaturity; she didn’t have an orgasm herself, and hoped the next would at least be better. As she waited, Lily climbed onto the bed and began to finger herself.
The next to enter the room was young, not much older than she. He was already naked when he walked in, and by the look on his face and erection bouncing as he walked, she could tell he was a boy with limited experience. Lily managed a few mini-orgasms while waiting and was ready for her next, hopefully, she thought, from the young stud who now awkwardly climbed on top of her. Familiar only with the missionary position, he hovered above her body and she looked into his eyes, seeing a mixture of fear and excitement. Lily grabbed his cock and rubbed her clit with its tip, making herself a little wetter and using the seminal fluid he now began to produce. With her fingers, she parted herself and allowed him the satisfaction of only pushing the tip of his cock just inside her before stopping him. While she loved the idea of torturing him this way, she didn’t want him to finish too early without at least first giving her the hard pounding she craved. Lily laced her fingers on the back of his neck and closed her eyes, feeling him push his cock inside her very wet hole. His arms trembled as his pace quickened, and Lily’s own heart began to race as she felt a climax coming on. Feeling more sure of himself, he lifted his body from hers and brought Lily’s legs to his shoulders, now holding them straight in the air and allowing his throbbing cock to penetrate her as deep as he could. With every thrust and feel of the man’s balls slapping her as they fucked, Lily knew the intense orgasm building inside her was just waiting for release. Wave after wave of intense gratification overcame her, as her eyes momentarily rolled back and her legs fluttered in the air. She felt the thrusting beginning to slow and knew she was about to see end to the young man’s performance. “On your back...” Lily directed, and he did immediately as he was told. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and plunged her mouth over him, squeezing firmly as she felt the tension swelling inside him. Moments later, he loudly came in Lily’s mouth, shooting a load which was much larger than she anticipated and filled her cheeks quickly. As she continued to stroke and suck his cock, cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down his shaft, convering her hand.
Once he was able, the young man was up and standing around awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do or say. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Lily saw his struggle and simply told him, “Feel free to get the fuck out now.” She felt an odd satisfaction in so crudely telling him to leave, and smiled as he sheepishly walked out of the room.
There were more men in the house than she would ever have time enough to be fucked by, unless, of course, she carried on with the carnal activities through the entire weekend. While entertained by the thought, there was no way it would ever happen, as even her fantasies had their limits. Over the next few hours, however, the several men who successively fucked Lily made a well-used slut of her. At one point, she took three men, each with the fantasy of having a foursome with a girl unknown, and fucked them together. Being double- and even triple-penetrated was the highlight of her day, and she wanted that experience to last longer than the others.
These three individuals seemed the most experienced of the lot; on all fours, she straddled one man whose cock fit perfectly inside her used, wet cunt, even after having been fucked and stretched by so many before him. Standing on the bed above his head was another man, who gripped Lily’s head in his hands and vigorously fucked her throat. At times, she found it difficult to breathe; his cock was huge compared to most others she had in her mouth that day. The amount of saliva that poured freely from her as he hammered her tonsils surprised everyone, though not as much as the man who lay beneath and fucked Lily. He seemed not to care much of the mess being made on him, being so caught up in the moment. As the large cock plunged her throat, tears ran down Lily’s cheeks and further destroyed her mascara, already smeared and running from the numerous blasts of cum she had taken to her face already that day. And then there was the very well hung man who continued his assault from behind. Lily had never before had her asshole stretched so much by one man. Thankfully, more than one person in the house brought lube, used so liberally on her that she thought they might eventually run out before all was said and done.
Lily focused on every sensation these three men produced, feeling the swell of their cocks in her orifices. All of the men seemed likely to finish simultaneously, which thrilled Lily to no end. At this point, simply hearing them moan loudly and voice just how close they were to ejaculating made her cum; her shaking body triggering something in each, as they all began to finish themselves inside and all over her. The man who stood fucking Lily’s throat came first; his hands gripped Lily’s hair as he gave several short thrusts before pulling out of her mouth and spraying her face with his own hot, sticky mess. He released her hair and stepped down from the bed, exiting the room before the others had finished. The man who lay beneath Lily now had his arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer as he frantically finished inside of her. As pulled his cock from her thoroughly drenched pussy, much of his seed which he just shot inside of her spilled out and back onto him. He stayed put, however, as Lily remained on all fours above him, still very much enjoying the ass-fucking she was getting. Her eyes stared into his, though he was quite sure that she didn’t see him at all. Her mouth hung open as the mess on her face continued to slowly run. Feeling his thrusts beginning to slow, Lily knew the ride was nearly over.
As the feel of the cock thrusting in her ass slowed, Lily closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. In this moment, she heard a voice she had not heard yet that day, but one to which she was quite familiar. The sound of his voice produced the same reaction in her as did the familiarity of his scent. “Creampie.” It was the only word she heard from him, but all that she needed to hear. She felt the man’s cock slowly pull from deep within her until only the tip remained. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist as his cock pulsed, unloading an incredibly large amount of his cum inside her. As his cock slowly pulled out, Lily felt a new pair of hands on her, spreading her cheeks wide for an unobstructed view as she bore down and pushed the cum from her still-gaping ass.
It was 4:00 a.m. when the last of the remaining sperm donors left the room, as Lily quietly collapsed onto the bed. The man who had arranged the gangbang set beside her a neatly tied package retrieved from the SUV parked out front, one of the last vehicles remaining. “Do you wish to dress, or shall we drive you home as you presently are?” the man asked with a smile. Lily turned her head in his direction and smiled back, taking the package from him. Staying true to her fantasy, Lily simply dressed without showering, enjoying on the long ride home the feel of all that remained on and deep within her.
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“Tomorrow, your darkest fantasy will come true. A driver will arrive at precisely 3:00 p.m. and bring you to me. Ask him no questions, as he will not answer; do, however, trust him implicitly.”
Lily turned the paper and saw another message, this one comprised only of five simple words:
“You can’t rape the willing. “
Folding the paper, she placed the letter back in the envelope and dropped it into wastebasket as she casually walked by.
By 2:00 p.m. the following day, Lily had already completed a laundry list of to-do’s around the house and even enjoyed a long, hot shower. She kept herself engaged with any activity that she thought would do well to distract her as the morning, then early afternoon, passed. She glanced at her phone and saw it was nearly 3:00 p.m. The sight of the black SUV pulling into her driveway moments later made her heart race; the driver’s timing was indeed precise - not a moment too early, nor a moment too late. Lily grabbed her keys from the counter, then closed the door behind her as she made way to her waiting ride.
Climbing into the backseat of the SUV, Lily enjoyed the cool temperature maintained. Her driver offered no greeting, nor did he attempt to make small talk as she entered the vehicle. Save for the slightest perceptible smile when his eyes darted to steal a glance at Lily’s breasts, his face was, for the most part, entirely expressionless.
On the seat beside her, Lily found a neatly tied package with a small hand-written note afixed, which read only, “You’ll thank me later...” She opened the package and found a set of clothes, all pieces exactly her size, although perhaps not in any fashion she would have herself chosen. Setting the package aside, she glanced about the interior of the cabin and saw bottles of water, some colas, and a decanter with matching tumblers. The brown liquid in the decanter was likely whiskey, she thought, and was disappointed that her host had not included wine with the other beverages. She poured herself whiskey, neat, offered a silent toast to no one in particular and settled back into her seat.
After three hours’ driving, Lily began to wonder just where she was being taken. She remembered the letter and it’s instructions, but decided she would ask anyway. The driver, orf course, only glanced in the rearview mirror then shifted his attention back to the road ahead. Lily saw they were now on a side road leading up to a remote ranch-style home, but what really grabbed her attention was the number of cars parked in the driveway and immediate surrounding. “This must be the place,” she thought, which the driver confirmed by parking in front of the house. After a moment, Lily’s door was opened and she exited the vehicle, pausing only momentarily to breathe deeply and mentally prepare herself for that which was yet to come.
As she walked into the house, the loud thumping bass and thick, lingering smell of pot assaulted her senses. Every person she passed as she wandered through the house paused to leer at her, as if sizing her up. Lily saw no one she recognized and began to wonder if she was at right place, until she felt a hand on her shoulder and sensed someone leaning in to speak to her.
“I’m really excited that you’re here, Lily - we all are,” the man said to her as she turned to face him, hoping he might be someone with a familiar face. He was not. She was relieved, however, to know that she was right where she was supposed to be. “Come with me...” he said, leading her to a room at the opposite end of the house. As they walked, Lily looked to the faces of the people they passed; some stood in small groups talking and laughing, while others lounged on couches or recliners. All of the people, she noticed, had one thing in common: All were men. When they reached what she assumed was the master bedroom, Lily felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach to which she was not so accustomed. She felt nervous as the realization of what would happen over the next several hours began to feel very real to her.
Lily heard a heavy deadbolt engage immediately after entering the room and spun on her heels to face the man. She knew instantly what he intended to do having her alone and behind the locked door, but was silenced by his hand as it was suddenly and forcefully clamped over her mouth.
“You know what you’re here for,” he said in a hushed tone as he looked up and down her body. “Everyone gets a turn...but I’m first. My house, my rules...my way.” He backed away slowly to admire her figure, then quickly stepped forward again and easily tore the shirt she wore from her body. Stooping down, he pulled her shorts down from her waist with a single, hard tug. “Now finish,” he commanded, again taking a step back to view her fully. Lily did as she was told, first unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor, then sliding her panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them. She stood in silence for a brief moment and looked away from him as her arms instinctively covered her exposed breasts. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled her arms down to her sides. “This is your fucking fantasy, so you’d better fucking get used to it!”
It was her darkest fantasy, in fact. How many nights before this, she wondered, did she lay in bed and masturbate to the thought of herself being forcefully taken by strangers, not once, but over and over again? She shared this fantasy with only one person, a man whom she trusted and knew could help make it a reality. She thought of the discarded letter and the simple instructions imbued with his scent. Her head swirled a moment as she again thought of his enticing smell, and once more of the five simple words on the backside of the letter.
“You can’t rape the willing,” she said.
“What?” he asked, not sure that he had heard correctly - or even understood - her declaration. Before he knew what was happening, Lily closed the distance between them and pushed the man forcefully to the bed on his backside.
“You heard me,” Lily said, now with more confidence in her voice. She dropped a pillow to the floor and knelt next to the bed, curling her fingers in his boxer-briefs and pulling them off completely. He propped himself on his elbows and watched as she grabbed his cock and started tugging it gently. Then, without another word, Lily moistened and brought her lips closer, closed her eyes and took him into her mouth.
After only a few minutes of sucking, kissing and licking his shaft, Lily knew without a doubt that the man of the house wouldn’t last long. She reached between her own legs and felt the heat of her sex, spreading its wetness around with her fingers. Lifting herself from the floor, she straddled his body and reached between her legs for his stiffened cock, which she carefully slid inside herself. Lily closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his penetration, enjoying the thickness of his cock as she slowly slid down the length of his veiny shaft. He grabbed Lily’s tits and squeezed them, and she put her hands over his and held them in place, while slowly gyrating her hips. He was trying his best not to cum too quickly, she knew; his stare was vacant and his face reddened as he tried to think of something - anything - to keep from exploding. Lily leaned forward and stretched her arms past his head, feeling her tits press against as his chest as his hands gripped her waist. She brought her mouth close to his ear, nibbled very lighly on his lobe, and whispered the Coup de grace: “Be the first to cum in my ass...” Hearing her say that was too much for him to handle, and he could hold back no longer. He pulled her waist down to meet his as he gave his last few thrusts, a primal grunt sounding off as he came. Lily made no attempt to stop him from releasing inside, instead enjoying the feel of hot cum spurt inside her and the several quick pulsations of his cock.
Lily climbed off the spent man as he lay trying to catch his own breath. As she moved, she could feel his semen start to dribble from inside and covered her pussy with her fingers, to both stop its flow and simultaneously rub herself. He sat up and reached out toward her, wanting so badly to kiss her, but was forcefully denied as she covered his face with her palm and pushed him back onto the bed. “Get the fuck out of here,” she said, “that’s not for you.”
Lily could hear hoots and hollers through the open door, as the first of the many men who would fuck her excited the room with his clothes in hand. The sound of the high-fives going on made her roll her eyes at their immaturity; she didn’t have an orgasm herself, and hoped the next would at least be better. As she waited, Lily climbed onto the bed and began to finger herself.
The next to enter the room was young, not much older than she. He was already naked when he walked in, and by the look on his face and erection bouncing as he walked, she could tell he was a boy with limited experience. Lily managed a few mini-orgasms while waiting and was ready for her next, hopefully, she thought, from the young stud who now awkwardly climbed on top of her. Familiar only with the missionary position, he hovered above her body and she looked into his eyes, seeing a mixture of fear and excitement. Lily grabbed his cock and rubbed her clit with its tip, making herself a little wetter and using the seminal fluid he now began to produce. With her fingers, she parted herself and allowed him the satisfaction of only pushing the tip of his cock just inside her before stopping him. While she loved the idea of torturing him this way, she didn’t want him to finish too early without at least first giving her the hard pounding she craved. Lily laced her fingers on the back of his neck and closed her eyes, feeling him push his cock inside her very wet hole. His arms trembled as his pace quickened, and Lily’s own heart began to race as she felt a climax coming on. Feeling more sure of himself, he lifted his body from hers and brought Lily’s legs to his shoulders, now holding them straight in the air and allowing his throbbing cock to penetrate her as deep as he could. With every thrust and feel of the man’s balls slapping her as they fucked, Lily knew the intense orgasm building inside her was just waiting for release. Wave after wave of intense gratification overcame her, as her eyes momentarily rolled back and her legs fluttered in the air. She felt the thrusting beginning to slow and knew she was about to see end to the young man’s performance. “On your back...” Lily directed, and he did immediately as he was told. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and plunged her mouth over him, squeezing firmly as she felt the tension swelling inside him. Moments later, he loudly came in Lily’s mouth, shooting a load which was much larger than she anticipated and filled her cheeks quickly. As she continued to stroke and suck his cock, cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down his shaft, convering her hand.
Once he was able, the young man was up and standing around awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do or say. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Lily saw his struggle and simply told him, “Feel free to get the fuck out now.” She felt an odd satisfaction in so crudely telling him to leave, and smiled as he sheepishly walked out of the room.
There were more men in the house than she would ever have time enough to be fucked by, unless, of course, she carried on with the carnal activities through the entire weekend. While entertained by the thought, there was no way it would ever happen, as even her fantasies had their limits. Over the next few hours, however, the several men who successively fucked Lily made a well-used slut of her. At one point, she took three men, each with the fantasy of having a foursome with a girl unknown, and fucked them together. Being double- and even triple-penetrated was the highlight of her day, and she wanted that experience to last longer than the others.
These three individuals seemed the most experienced of the lot; on all fours, she straddled one man whose cock fit perfectly inside her used, wet cunt, even after having been fucked and stretched by so many before him. Standing on the bed above his head was another man, who gripped Lily’s head in his hands and vigorously fucked her throat. At times, she found it difficult to breathe; his cock was huge compared to most others she had in her mouth that day. The amount of saliva that poured freely from her as he hammered her tonsils surprised everyone, though not as much as the man who lay beneath and fucked Lily. He seemed not to care much of the mess being made on him, being so caught up in the moment. As the large cock plunged her throat, tears ran down Lily’s cheeks and further destroyed her mascara, already smeared and running from the numerous blasts of cum she had taken to her face already that day. And then there was the very well hung man who continued his assault from behind. Lily had never before had her asshole stretched so much by one man. Thankfully, more than one person in the house brought lube, used so liberally on her that she thought they might eventually run out before all was said and done.
Lily focused on every sensation these three men produced, feeling the swell of their cocks in her orifices. All of the men seemed likely to finish simultaneously, which thrilled Lily to no end. At this point, simply hearing them moan loudly and voice just how close they were to ejaculating made her cum; her shaking body triggering something in each, as they all began to finish themselves inside and all over her. The man who stood fucking Lily’s throat came first; his hands gripped Lily’s hair as he gave several short thrusts before pulling out of her mouth and spraying her face with his own hot, sticky mess. He released her hair and stepped down from the bed, exiting the room before the others had finished. The man who lay beneath Lily now had his arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer as he frantically finished inside of her. As pulled his cock from her thoroughly drenched pussy, much of his seed which he just shot inside of her spilled out and back onto him. He stayed put, however, as Lily remained on all fours above him, still very much enjoying the ass-fucking she was getting. Her eyes stared into his, though he was quite sure that she didn’t see him at all. Her mouth hung open as the mess on her face continued to slowly run. Feeling his thrusts beginning to slow, Lily knew the ride was nearly over.
As the feel of the cock thrusting in her ass slowed, Lily closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. In this moment, she heard a voice she had not heard yet that day, but one to which she was quite familiar. The sound of his voice produced the same reaction in her as did the familiarity of his scent. “Creampie.” It was the only word she heard from him, but all that she needed to hear. She felt the man’s cock slowly pull from deep within her until only the tip remained. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist as his cock pulsed, unloading an incredibly large amount of his cum inside her. As his cock slowly pulled out, Lily felt a new pair of hands on her, spreading her cheeks wide for an unobstructed view as she bore down and pushed the cum from her still-gaping ass.
It was 4:00 a.m. when the last of the remaining sperm donors left the room, as Lily quietly collapsed onto the bed. The man who had arranged the gangbang set beside her a neatly tied package retrieved from the SUV parked out front, one of the last vehicles remaining. “Do you wish to dress, or shall we drive you home as you presently are?” the man asked with a smile. Lily turned her head in his direction and smiled back, taking the package from him. Staying true to her fantasy, Lily simply dressed without showering, enjoying on the long ride home the feel of all that remained on and deep within her.
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