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I’m still not sure if I would have lifted my skirt for the rest of them to watch or not – almost certainly yes, but only almost.

But i never got to decide because Roger started giving me warning looks and nodding off to one side – two bouncers were strolling through the club towards us, and I brushed the hand from between my legs and straightened my skirt all in the same movement. They walked slowly past, staring and not smiling, and kept on going, and they may have come to catch us out or they may just have been going out the back on their coffee break. They LOOKED at me like they knew something or guessed something, but that’s probably just a guilty conscience after everything that happened to us last time we went clubbing I was definitely not taking chances.

They may have been watching the other virgin though, because he was closer to shagging the fat bird he’d pulled than I was with his mate, but they too had stopped what they were doing when Roger gave out his bouncer warning and were hopping about from one foot to the other, both anxious not to lose the moment – he couldn’t believe he was actually going to get laid at last and she probably couldn’t believe she’d actually pulled a decent-looking chap for once, but there, I’m probably not being very charitable, am I.

Rog and I decided it might be time to move on, and I have to say I was quite cheered when the Germans decided to come with us too, though we weren’t sure where to go next. It was well past one and really quite cold, not raining, but windy, which is nearly as bad, and close enough to the sea for the air to be damp anyway, which I’m afraid makes my hair go mad and frizzy.

There was no point in finding a sheltered outdoor location – summer is definitely over now – and little Hans – I think that’s his name – made off with his fat bird, heading back to try and sneak her into the team hotel. Wolfie rather brazenly said we could ALL go back, no doubt about what HE had in mind, but it turned out they were in one of those sleep-factory hotels on the old docks, with no bar and bedrooms no bigger than broom-cupboards. I know you can say I’m snobby, but really, they may be ok for a bunch of lads on a football weekend, but not much more. And anyway, that’s something we always try to avoid – going back to other people’s places where we’re not in control of anything. But Rog thought that a hotel was a good idea in principle, and suggested we go back to ours – the airport’s only a little bit further in a taxi, and the bar may still be open. They all thought that was a good idea, and I mean all as in five of them.

One part of me wishes I could say that all I was expecting was a few drinks together before they called a taxi back to their own hotel. Or at worst that tonight was cherry-popping night in Liverpool, which I had already decided was going to be fun. I sort of wish that my knickers were getting wet all over again because I was planning ahead to taking young whats-his-name the virgin upstairs and fixing his problem while his mates and Roger had a few drinks downstairs, which would have been fun. But that’s not true. I already knew they’d all be watching when I did it, and as i looked around them waiting for a cab in the cold, I was wondering which one of them would be next, which one of them would be the best or the most fun, which one or ones would cum in my mouth.

Deep down inside I’d known that I wanted to have them all ever since we met for the second time in the club, and if I’m really honest then I’d own up and say I was sorry the other one had cleared off with his fat bird. Six is round number after all, and why have one virgin if you could have two?

The bar was closed, shuttered up and dark, and everyone milled about looking disappointed. I don’t think the purpose of the evening was obvious to the night staff because they immediately suggested we go upstairs and order room service, obviously good for bar takings and tips alike, so we crammed in the lift, and though I couldn’t tell by looking, the confidence of movement told me at once that the hand up my skirt belonged to Wolfie, and I did my best to get my feet apart to let him in, but there wasn’t an awful lot of room and it was only a short ride up to the fourth floor.

He let go of me as we all got out, but Rog spotted my smile and guessed what had happened. He ordered plenty of drinks on the phone while I tried to find some decent music on hotel tv – Radio City in the end – and then they all stood around uncomfortably, not wanting to sit on the bed, waiting for the waiter to bring up the drinks before they relaxed.

Rog was never good at waiting though and kind of ushered me and my little virgin friend together, giving him my hand to hold. They were all laughing when I started to kiss him and though I missed hearing it properly, I worked out that Rog had done a bilingual joke about holding hands with Hans, so I guessed THIS one was called Hans and the other one who’d gone off with the fat bird something else, but then I lost interest because though he stammered a bit when speaking, he was a very good kisser, firm but not rough and slobbery, and a good kiss always gets a bad girl wet. So does having a hard cock pressed up against your tummy, and as Hans wrapped his arms around me and got bolder so he pressed himself harder against me and made himself even harder, if you see what I mean. We were squeezing each other’s bums pretty much right away, both of us trying to rub ourselves together, and I managed to get his thigh between my legs so I could rub my pussy on it, which he seemed to like and I know I did.

It meant he couldn’t press his cock against me any more and it seemed a shame to leave it sticking out into nowhere, and it WAS sticking out, making a big tent in the front of his trousers which the others must have seen and I certainly felt when I went looking for it with my left hand. In fact it was pulled so tight I couldn’t really grip him properly, so obviously I unzipped him so I could get my hand inside and hold it, and he made a funny little choking noise when I wiggled my hand inside his boxers and touched him skin to skin.

Up till then I’d almost forgotten about his lack of experience, but I thought I better slow things down a bit now or we’d be banging away like rabbits when the drinks arrived, so I took my hand off him and squeezed his balls gently, but that seemed to be almost as bad as touching his cock. So I let go of everything and used my hand to guide his back under my skirt, happy this time to let it stay bunched up round my waist, knowing that all his friends were watching closely when he slipped my knickers aside and wiggled first one, and then two fingers into me.

Once again it reminded me of when I was younger, and all the lads went straight into a serious finger-fucking routine as soon as they touched you, too inexperienced to realise they could do just as well, if not better, leaving their fingers outside and being a lot slower and a lot more gentle.

But this was really arousing, young Hans so excited he was hammering away between my legs at breathtaking speed and I wanted to open my legs wider so he could go faster and deeper but it isn’t easy standing up. I tried to wrap one leg round him in order to get my thighs further apart and that worked at first, giving me extra depth and width which felt better and better, but his arm was moving so fast and forcefully we started to sway around and were all but falling over.

I sat back down on the edge of the bed and rolled backwards, pulling my knees back and wide, reaching round my thighs to pull my knickers aside and spread my pussy for his cock, which was still sticking out of his trousers and as he leaned forward and pressed it into me there was a loud knock at the door and a voice shouting room service.

Everyone froze except Hans, who just leaned further into me, sinking his cock right up to the bone in hot wet pussy. He said something in German and for a moment I thought he was so drunk he was weeing, there was so much hotness inside me, but the look on his face and the little jerky movements of his neck would have told me he wasn’t even if his cock hadn’t swelled up to about three times its normal size and started leaping about inside me as if it was alive and trying to get out. It was a fantastic, amazing sensation, and almost enough to make me cum, just lying there while his cock sprayed and throbbed inside me.

I swear to you that Roger called just coming to the room service guy halfway through that, but none of the Germans got the joke at all and I was hardly in a laughing mood. Seconds away from cumming myself, I didn’t want a drink, I needed a fuck and I needed it very very badly. Get rid of him quick, I said to Rog, looking around to see who could take over from Hans and give me the stiff cock I needed to finish the job, when I realised that Hans was still rock-hard inside me and starting to move, slowly at first, a bit too slowly for my liking, but still definitely better than nothing at all.

Rog kept the waiter up the end of the little corridor that led past the bathroom so he couldn’t see into the room, passing drinks behind him to the lads who’d understood he needed help, and while he was signing the bill I started yelling, not too loudly – for me anyway – but loud enough for the waiter to know what it was. Rog made a joke about lads watching the porn channel when they’d had a few beers, but I doubt if it fooled anyone, and Rog said after that he thought for a moment he was going to have to invite him in for a shag as well. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done that, but he was a bit surplus to requirements tonight.

By the time Rog had given him twenty quid and closed the door I had quietened down and was lying back while Hans started to fuck me quite nicely, not too fast, not too slow, just the way I like it after I’ve cum, leaning right over me now with his hands palm down either side of my head, his zip scratching my pussy lips gently when he pushed in hard and all his friends watching his cock going in and out of me. I loved the look on their faces almost as much as I liked the feel of the cock inside me and after a couple of minutes I reached round again to hold myself open so he could go deeper and they could see even more.

He looked down as well, and when he saw himself going in and out he started that swelling up again and said something in German that made the rest of them smile and then he was twitching all over while his cock jerked another half-dozen fountains of cum into me, and perhaps because there was no waiter this time, or maybe because he’d actually fucked me instead of just put himself inside me, his mates gave him a little cheer and a small round of applause. Then they practically dragged him off me and suddenly all four of them were crowding round, Wolfie kneeling on the bed beside me with his zip undone, offering me his cock, which I was very happy to suck, pulling his trousers and his boxers down so I could see the full set, lifting his cock up so I could lick and suck his balls.

There were hands at my waist pulling my knickers down and I arched myself off the bed as best I could without using Wolfie’s cock to hang all my weight on, and I felt them pulled over my ankles and then hands pushed my legs apart, there was a body on top of me and a cock pressing into me and suddenly it was there, filling me nicely, in and out, in and out, and I stopped licking Wolfie’s balls to enjoy the fucking feeling, but he didn’t like that and pushed the head of his cock in my mouth. I’ve always found it very difficult to do the spit-roast thing, regardless of position, simply because you want to do different things at different speeds and angles, and I always have a tendency to grab hold of the cock in front of me and pull it out by the roots if I’m not careful. It’s a little bit easier to do it when you’re being fucked doggy and a lot better if the guy you’re sucking lies down and lets you get on with it.

Worst of all is when I’m lying on my back and trying to suck someone kneeling beside me as I was now. If the bloke on top of me doesn’t keep his head out of the way it can get very awkward, and this boy was so keen that he wasn’t thinking about anything except getting to the top of the slope and cumming as hard as he could. Apart from messing up any rhythm I might have had with Wolfie’s bj, he was pressing his face into my shoulder and neck – on the OTHER side, obviously – and making it doubly difficult.

Plus he was fucking away as hard as he knew how and that will ALWAYS get my full attention sooner or later – and now was the time. I was still holding Wolfie by the root, but I’d got one arm round the other lad and I was opening up as wide as I could, lifting off the bed to meet him, helping him deeper and faster and faster and faster until I started to cum again, all screaming and shouting as usual, and when my pussy started gripping his cock, two, three, four really hard contractions, it made him cum as well, just the way nature intended.

I wanted to kiss him but he avoided my face, and on reflection he probably didn’t really want to kiss me with Wolfie’s cock not long out of my mouth, but at the time it was really important and I was kissing his neck and trying to pull his head down to mine while he was pulling himself out of me and trying to roll away, and I was still trying to kiss him when I felt a hard young cock push into me so fast it took all my breath away and I let go of of my kissing attempt to see who I’d got now. He might have been Marc, or he might have been called something completely different. I didn’t really pay attention when they were introducing themselves early on and I didn’t know or care by this time of the night. He was the Hitler Youth boy anyway, 19, blonde, tall, slim and handsome like Brad Pitt with a German face, that’s the best I can describe it, and he pinned my hands to the bed and started fucking me like it was a race.

I tried to slow him down but as tight as I wrapped myself round him, arms and legs both, his hips just kept the same speed, almost as if he was trying to finish as soon as possible. It was impossible to stop him, and he came within minutes, probably only two but it’s so hard to think now and it’s not what you’re thinking about at the time, specially not when he suddenly doubled his pace and was pushing into me harder than ever, like he was trying to get his balls inside as well, and then he went all quivery and that was it, long hot spurts I could feel right up inside.

Wolfie was now sitting beside me and he kind of pulled my head towards his cock and as I turned I was helped around by strong hands so that I was kneeling over Wolfie, at last able to get his cock right into my mouth, and then someone shuffled up behind me and another strong cock was pushed into me. His steady in and out was ideal for the situation – maybe they’d shagged together as a team before – and Ii managed to give Wolfie a good two-thirds of my attention until he squirted heavily into my mouth.

That always makes me horny and I kind of settled on my knees a bit ready to enjoy being fucked in my favourite position, and it would only have taken me a few more minutes to cum. But I was still sucking him clean when whoever was behind me decided to do it first, pulling out to spray all over my pussy and my bum, and halfway up my back, before moving aside for the last one. With my bum still going up and down trying to get him back – Roger loves that bit – I was glad this one had waited till last because I’d been watching him earlier, sat in the only chair in the room, cock in hand, stroking himself quite slowly, like he had all the time in the world. He was some kind of mixture, maybe half black or half something anyway, and I really think these semi-Latin guys are very cute. Athletic build, obviously, and a nice thick cock which was definitely the pick of the bunch, and it felt like heaven going in, more and more of it, like it was never going to stop and then there was his thighs against my bum, and he waited for a second or two, dead still, until I started to do it for him, then he took over.

Even without the extra inches he was the star performer and he seemed to know exactly what I needed, pounding me hard and fast until I did the screaming and shouting, and then steadying up for at least five minutes of solid non-stop fucking.

The other guys were standing around, and on either side of me I was being offered cocks to suck and I tried not to miss any of them out, 30 seconds here, 30 seconds there, and I could use one hand without falling over so I managed to have 3 cocks on the go at one time a few times, like a juggler only not as good because I kept losing my rhythm every time the guy behind me changed the pace of his movements.

But he was doing it for a reason and he was getting me there again, all my breaths getting shorter as I lost interest in all the cocks around me, got down on my elbows and stuck my bum up in the air so he could get deep into my pussy, and as soon as I changed from oh yes oh yes to oh God oh God he went off like a fountain, a lovely feeling but about 30 seconds to soon and I was going oh no, oh no, and don’t stop, don’t stop when he did, pulling it out and leaving me desperate, and I just grabbed the nearest boy by the arm and dragged him round behind me shouting come on and fuck me, just fuck me, which Roger likes to hear under any circumstances but when I was gagging like this he said it nearly made him cum in his pants.

Luckily he got the message and pushed himself in and started to do as I’d told him, and in no time at all I rewarded him with a lovely big yell and my pussy gripped his cock until it was all over, and he sensibly stayed still until it was over before he carried on, lasting a lot longer the second time, and almost getting me there again before he could hold it in no longer.

After he pulled out I sat up and started to pull my clothes off, and I had plenty of help. Then I helped the lad nearest me to undress as well, the Hitler Youth boy again, and when he was naked I pulled him on top of me, that lovely warm feeling of skin against skin followed by that even better feeling of a nice hard cock inside me. He still fucked me like it was a race, and it was all over in no time at all, but he seemed happy and he’d got me really interested in a serious shag, so when he was still I eased him off me, climbed onto my knees to lick him clean and let someone else take me from behind, which was just what I needed.

Later, when I got tired of kneeling, they put some pillows under me so I could lean on them, but they kept collapsing and slipping out of the way, so then they rolled me over and one of them took me from behind like spoons, and then a couple of them did me in the missionary position, which was nice, but not as good as when I was riding them, sitting on a nice stiff cock with another one in each hand and one in my mouth, then climbing off my ride and onto the lad lying next to him, playing with the others again and climbing back onto the first one. Imagine being a six-year-old kid let loose in a sweetshop. That’s how I behaved, spoilt for choice everywhere I looked. At the end of the night they had me as they’d started, lying on my back, bum perched on the very edge of the bed, putting my feet up over the shoulders of each one as he stood close to me, the rest of them getting a very detailed view of my pussy and the cock that was inside it.

By the time we were all exhausted it was nearly light – we’d been busy four about four hours

Even Roger lost count, and he’s normally good at that sort of thing, but he said it was so horny that he got totally wrapped up in watching – as they all did, and watching made them all hard so they wanted to do it again. At least four times each, was what we thought, maybe five, with some good hard shags in there as well, ten minutes and more of serious fucking, followed by ten minutes and more of serious fucking, followed by – well you get the idea.

Roger’s favourite bit is watching them change places, because he can see that i don’t care who it is that’s just finished or who’s coming next, as long as there’s a hard cock in me as soon as possible, and of course girls aren’t meant to behave like that. Married women definitely aren’t, which is why he likes it so much. Especially at those moments when I’m near to cumming and I want a hard cock quickly when the guy who got me there has cum himself and can’t finish me off. Then I can’t get rid of him fast enough, to be honest, and get someone else inside.

So that was Saturday, which turned out to be lovely, and equalled my record of five guys in one go, so to speak. Not that I was trying to equal it or even keep score. It’s just the way it worked out. And it was much better this time, because we had a huge big bed and they all managed to fuck me properly, which wasn’t how it worked out last time. But that’s another story.

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