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Earlier tonight I prepared myself for what I thought would be just another lame-ass party, with everyone getting pissed and puking on the tube on their way home. Maybe you'd think a Christmas party where everyone's expected to dress to the theme of Pimps & Hoes would be awesome, but chances are your absolutely wrong. I figured, maybe only a handful of people would dress up that way and end up being made laughingstocks, people would start acting inappropriately and end up getting mad at each other... In other words, I expected some kind of disaster.

So far it's been cool, though. Well, I look absolutely ridiculous with the pimp getup I threw on, but so does every other guy, and some of the women just make me laugh with their over the top make-up and psychedelic clothing.

“I'm quite surprised even you geared up for the party,” I told Lucy, who'd been blushing a beet red since she walked in.

Lucy is one of my English co-workers, and easily the sweetest, most docile woman I've met. As far away from being a 'ho' someone could get, so it's quite interesting seeing her dressed like a curbside street whore. Lucy and her husband Charlie and I have been talking for a while about work, and naturally the party's theme was brought up again. We've been drinking champagne for quite a while – not that much in my case – and I can see they're a little... merry.

“Eh, she's sweet an' all but needs to let loose a lil' every once in a while, innit?” Charlie said, wrapping his arm around Lucy's shoulders and pecking her on the cheek. She smiled, hiding her face in his chest.

“Stop it!” she giggled. “I'm still trying to stand up straight in these shoes,” she said, looking down at her tall heels. Lucy normally wore flat heels and simple, comfortable clothing, but for the purposes of the party she was wearing a low-cut top, a tight miniskirt and sexy stockings held up by a garter belt, complete with thick eyeliner. Her short brown hair was just loosely tied in a ponytail. Charlie just looked like, what I would call, a 'Pimp Daddy', and that makes me laugh. But I have to be honest: before tonight, Lucy was incredibly boring. Too much sweetness makes you sick, and while she means well, she can get on your nerves. But dressed like that she's more self-aware, and it's kinda cute. And I never would've realized it otherwise, but she's got great legs and a nice pair of tits. Let's not forget the fact that she agreed to dressing like a slut for one night which makes her a bit more interesting.

I wonder how well does she suck cock? Sorry, it's the clothes. Ah, who am I kidding, I wonder about that fairly often anyway. The night goes on and I'm having fun. A couple other guys join the conversation, having drinks, having a good time... The night seemed to go on pretty well.

That was until Charlie suddenly excused himself and ran to the toilet. Apparently he had more than he could handle without realizing.

“Oh, my poor darling... Let's get you home, shall we?” Lucy urged him with her uncanny sweetness, softly stroking his cheek. It was very endearing, I'll tell you that, even through the costumes.

“No, no, it's fine, love, I'll just get a taxi. Stay and enjoy yourself, okay?”

She wasn't much for arguing, though. She did try to convince him to let her go home with him but he reassured her again and went off to the elevator with his mobile in hand. I know I'm making it sound like they don't have any chemistry but they actually make a very sweet couple. Although she's clearly a bottom all the way. Sorry, it's the outfits plus the few drinks I have got in me. Wait, how many have I had already?

I've actually had to sit down to take a piss, during which I've been recalling tonight's events to keep myself amused. I should get back to the party and see about going home.

“Hey mate, we're booking a taxi. Care to join?”, one of the guys told me as I get back from the restroom. His name's Paul, if I'm correct. Booker and Carl are helping Lucy stand up, and once again the sight amuses me, for they're both black and dressed like pimps, I can't help but get a little chuckle out of that. “We're dropping Lucy off at her place on the way.”

“Shit, man, what time is it?” I mutter to myself, checking my watch. It's almost two in the morning. “I guess I should get some sleep at some point.”

We got our coats and while Lucy's knees were a little wobbly, we all got out of the building just fine. One of the guys called in for a cab and we managed to squeeze in. Lucy got in the back-seat with me, Booker and Carl, while Paul sat next to the driver.

“Okay, who's first?”

“My place is the closest,” Carl said. He leaned towards the driver and told him his address. He drove off and we resumed talking.

“Man, I can't believe I ain't wasted yet,” Booker chuckled with the rest of us.

“Yeah, me neither. Some party though, right?” Carl replied. Paul just laughed and I shook my head.

“How are you feeling, Lucy?” I asked her, as it'd been a few minutes since she'd said anything, and had been resting her head on my shoulder. “Hey, you feeling alright?” I asked her again, but there was no answer. I looked up at the other guys and we all sort of looked at each other.

Perhaps, had it been any other normal night, any other normal party, we would've dismissed this little opportunity and each gone home without making a big deal. Someone would've volunteered to stay in the taxi and make sure she got home safely. But we looked at each other, and we were dressed like pimps. Lucy was dressed like a natural slut, and we were all drunk. Then Carl broke the silence.

“Wait-wait-wait man, turn right! Yeah, right there,” he blurted at the driver. “Park by behind the blue car,” he added. We were just outside his building now. He was just about to pay the driver, as we were still shooting funny looks at Lucy and each other with devilish smirks.

“C'mon man, what're you doing? You can't pay for all of us,” Paul said, bringing out his wallet. “How much is that for each passenger?”

“About... this much,” Carl said as he finished counting his notes. “C'mon man, pay up,” he told Booker, nudging his elbow against him. “You too,” he told me.

“What about her?” I said as I got my wallet out, smirking at Lucy's unconscious body.

“Don't worry about it, I got her covered,” added Paul.

We paid the driver and then took the time to carry Lucy out of the taxi, sending the driver off. I had her arm around my shoulders, with Booker holding her up from the other side.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked out loud. We all just smiled and chuckled to ourselves, with Lucy still unaware that we were taking her up to Carl's flat.

“Am I... home yet?” she mumbled as we got in the elevator.

“Yeah, nearly there, love,” Booker chuckled. We just smiled. She had no idea.

“It looks different...? Uh... I'm so tired,” she mumbled again.

Carl opened the door into his flat and we all got in, carrying Lucy with us into the living room as he locked the door behind us.

“Honey, we're home!” Paul said softly with a grain, taking her into his arms and kissing her on the lips. She reacted to him, probably thinking it was Charlie for a few seconds as Paul slipped his hands under her top and squeezed her tits.

“Ow – darling, no~” she whined, moaning in protest. She looked up and for split second she was confused. “Paul? What...?” She looked around and saw the rest of us, taking our coats off and getting comfortable. “Where's Charlie...?”

“Charlie ain't here, honey,” Carl said, firmly groping her small butt. “We got you all to ourselves.”

“Wait – no! Stop!” she yelped, starting to struggle. She was tired and drunk, barely able to stand in her high heels as Paul and Carl felt her up, lifting her top over her tits and revealing her sexy thong under the miniskirt.

“Damn, look at that ass,” Carl said as he spanked her firmly.

“Ouch! That hurts!” she whined, squirming her arms, trying to break free from Paul's tight grasp. “Hahh! No!” she gasped as Carl spread her butt-cheeks, briefly stretching her holes. We were slowly getting undressed as we watched poor innocent Lucy being held in place and unable to break free from us. She started to cry.

“Don't cry, baby, it's only for tonight!” I told her with a chuckle as I reached into her crotch from the front and felt her bald pussy.

“No...!” she moaned, clenching her thighs, but I was already fondling her tiny clit with the tip of my finger. Carl fingered her holes from behind, teasing her and getting her worked up. Booker and Paul played with her firm tits, groping and massaging her, teasing her nipples that got stiff and erect very quickly.

Lucy cried as her body slowly reacted to our stimulations, eventually getting her wet. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she just stared at the floor, seemingly unable to do anything. She wasn't trying to break free anymore, but her body was still tensing, trying to resist whatever she was feeling as she whimpered with discomfort.

“Loosen up, honey, we ain't gonna hurt you,” Carl told her as he teased her pink holes.

“He's right, Lucy. We just want to have fun,” I told her with a chuckle, gently tickling her clit still. “Look at what we're all wearing, it's just roleplay!” I added, making the other guys chuckle as well.

“Yeah... just pretend we're your pimps and you're our main ho,” Booker said as he grasped the hair growing out the back of her head and made her look up, holding her hair firmly without pulling it. Lucy grasped and switched between staring at the ceiling or shutting her eyes, trying not to look at any of us. As Booker was still using the other hand to grope her right boob and teasing her nipple with his thumb, Paul was squeezing and gently twisting her left nipple, using his free hand to stroke her neck with a firm but careful grip.

“We'll take good care of you, sweetie,” Paul said, kissing her cheek. She whimpered and struggled again.

“No...! Please, just... stop this... aaahnn~!” she whined, practically moaning to having four of us touching her all over, and even though she was complaining, I thought she was beginning to realize she didn't have a say in the matter. I don't know if it was the drinks, the costumes, a combination of both, or we were all pent up at the exact same time; I just know we were serious about raping her.

I can sort of tell what we were all thinking: it's okay because we're dressed like this.

But what about what she was thinking? Like the other three, I was getting hard and into the moment. I never thought in a million years I'd ever be in this kind of situation, but there we were, toying with her perky tits, fondling her clit and her ass and pussy holes. However she tried to resist and break free from our grasp, she was getting wet. Maybe I was the only one curious about what must've been going through her head. I watched her teary eyes staring into blank space, I watched her lips trembling and quietly gasping for air like a fish out of water.

As her knees went weak, we continued holding her up, stimulating her every sensitive area. Eventually she just stopped struggling. Again, I had to picture what her thoughts must've been.

“She did it with two,” I heard her mumble. It sounded vaguely familiar for some reason.

“What'd she say?” Carl asked, but nobody responded, not even me. We just kept going, watching her sink in pleasure. I suddenly felt her thighs relax and give my hand more room to wiggle. I noticed Carl taking the lead and pulling out his cock. Not that I bought into the myth that black guys have big dicks, but I wasn't surprised by his generous length and girth. My seven inches were getting uncomfortable in my trousers, but he probably had four more to deal with, which he used to push my fingers out of the way, sliding his big cock against her wet labia.

“Eee! No!” she squealed, clenching her thighs around him. “Don't put it in there you big bully!” We laughed a little at her, apparently still trying to resist us.

“C'mon, baby, you were doing so good, spreadin' your legs like a good lil' slut,” Carl told her as he slid his cock against her anus, which I figured she must've been clenching it shut tight as hard as she could. Spit dribbled from his lips and landed on her hole, then smeared it against her with his thumb.

While that went on, I helped myself and pulled out my erect cock, stroking myself with her left hand wrapped around me. While not being overly thick, her hands were quite small for a short girl, and didn't seem like I could wrap her fingers completely around me, just short of her fingertips not touching her thumb.

“Stop! Ahh!” she blurted; at first it was at me, but Booker did the same with her right hand, and as Paul forced her to bend forward almost completely, I was impressed.

“Shit, son, you're bigger than I am!” Carl told him, making us laugh. Lucy whimpered, making bitter expressions as Paul rubbed his dick on her face, lightly slapping her cheeks with it. Even though he was slightly smaller than me, he was still big enough to reach her forehead from her chin with the tip of his shaft, squeezing and smearing his precum all over her forehead.

“Yeah,” Booker chuckled as he dribbled a good amount of saliva onto her hand and forced her to polish his large phallus with it.

“Ewww... no, don't! Mmmmhn!!” she whimpered and whined, trying to shake Booker's grip on her wrist off, grossed out by his spit in her hand and Paul's leaky dick on her face.

The whole scene was really getting me going, she could feel me throbbing in her loose grip. I made her slide her index finger against my urethra, smearing my precum over my cock. I was fully erect, just at the so-hard-it-aches point.

“Come on, love, open those pretty lips,” Paul told her as he gripped on her head with both hands, rubbing his dick all over Lucy's face; she just tried to move her face away, practically forgetting mine and Booker's cocks in her hands. Suddenly, Carl slipped his finger in her butthole.

“Ahh—guurgh!!” Straight away her mouth was occupied by Paul's shaft hitting the back of her throat. He held her head in place as he thrust into her mouth, seemingly grinding against her tongue.

“That's it, just like that, baby!” Paul chuckled. “Aren't you glad it's not him in my place?” he said as he signalled at Booker with a sly grin. She stared up at him, and then to her right, her eyes widening in terror.

“Huurghh–nnnooo—rhhh!! Mmmrh! Hmmrh!! Graaarhh~!” Lucy desperately tried to voice her complaints, but all that came out were gargled and choked noises. She wiggled her elbows and shoulders, once again trying to break free. But we held her hands firmly against us, forcing her to stroke our cocks, while Carl teased her wet pussy again with his thick phallus, repeatedly dragging her fluids up into her butt-hole. I thought he was just taking his time, lubing her up, occasionally slipping a finger in her tight, unblemished hole, slowly loosening her. He must've been really into her ass to keep going like that.

I took the time to admire her figure again, admitting to myself once again that her legs were great, her ass was nice and round, and her figure clad in a whore's uniform, with her top pulled over her nice tits and her miniskirt barely covering anything at all. I realized that her garters would stop us from taking her panties off so I reached over, unhooked the garters and pushed down her panties, which by now were completely ruined by her fluids. I let them fall down her legs, and I stared between her feet practically on tip-toes, with Lucy still wearing the porn-style high-heels. Her fluids had been dripping on the floor this whole time, forming a little transparent pool, with many drops here and there. Then I realized the scent that had been filling the room, the pseudo-stink of sweaty horny cocks and the womanly aroma of Lucy's pussy.

Paul was getting pretty worked up, and sooner or later, I knew he would go overboard. Eventually he lost control for a bit and shoved his dick deep into her face, and I watched as he formed a nice round bulge with her throat. Lucy gagged pretty hard, making a painfully loud and rough sound with her throat, coughing up and hurling the drinks she'd had earlier in the night. Alcohol splashed out of her mouth and onto Paul's stomach and clothes, dripping on the floor. Apparently booze was all she had inside her.

“Yeah!! How do you like that you little slut?” Paul said with a pleased grin on his face. He pulled back and thrust into her throat a couple more times, gagging and choking her until she went into a coughing fit.

“F-Fuck you!” she shouted between coughs. “Aaarhh! Pull it out!” she quickly blurted, as Carl suddenly penetrated her anus, slowly pushing his cock into her. He'd been quite patient, getting her wet and loose enough to fit. She tried to squeeze him, but Paul continued with her throat-fucking, making her gag and cough some more. Carl continued loosening her tiny ass with his large cock, slowly pushing inside her inch by inch.

“Look at the mouth on you, now!” Paul chuckled, slapping her face with his spit-covered dick.

“Mmrrhh—stop it, you bloody bastard... g-get it out..!” she whimpered again, sounding very much like a British porn star, still sobbing and crying, her face drenched with various fluids. By then her cute features were finely covered by a layer of sweat, tears, her and Paul's saliva and her very own regurgitated drinks. I reached down between her thighs and teased her clit again. “Hnn!! Ahh.. n-no...!” she moaned. I could feel a distinct change in her tiny clit; it'd become stiff and swollen and steaming hot.

“You keep saying that, but you're getting off on this, aren't you?” I told her, rubbing her clit a bit more intently.

“Ahh... Haahh! S-stop... ahhhn!” she moaned absently and out of breath, seemingly too tired to fight off Paul's cock on her face anymore.

“Of course she's getting off, look at her pretty little face!” he said as he slipped his dick back into her mouth, throating her deeply, slowly this time. Now, when she gagged, Paul just pulled back, allowing her to cough up more spit and booze she still had in her stomach. “Who'd have imagined such a horny slut was in Lucy all this time?”

“Ahhnn... p-please... hahn... mmmh~”

We all stood there in silence, expecting to hear her to beg us to stop again, but instead she just moaned. I wasn't sure if she was exhausted or filled with pent-up lust, but I kept toying with her tiny clit and her pink hole, switching between quickly and slowly. Carl was still thrusting deeply in her ass with slow movements and Paul kept using her mouth.

“Awww shit... I'm gonna cum,” Paul said in a husky tone, thrusting his dick into her face a bit more quickly. Lucy gagged and coughed a bit too often for him to keep going like that, so he just pulled out and jerked himself off with a hand, holding her head in place with the other. As Lucy panted and coughed out of breath, she was forced to get cummed on, as Paul painted her face with pearly white strings of semen. “Ahhh yeah...”

“Hah! Ngh... y-your cum,” she whimpered with her eyes closed at first, but quickly opened them again, arching her eyebrows in agony, watching another man's dick ejaculating right into her face. I could only imagine the kind of ecstasy she was feeling at that instant to make her say the next thing.

“Ohh fuck! Ah... hahh.. ohh, just fuck my little cunt already~!”

There was a quick moment there of us chuckling at what she said, albeit we were a little nervous. It was the first time we ever heard anything like that in Lucy's voice. Carl grinned and picked her up, his cock still firmly in her round butt, and settled in the sofa chair.

“Ah fuck – “ Lucy blurted, “wait! N-not like that! Stop it!”

Carl held her legs apart with his hands, spreading her open and resting her knees over the armrests, pulling her arm over his shoulders. The sight reached out specifically to me, I thought; her feet clad in porn-heels, her skinny but alluring legs tightened by sexy stockings, her bald pussy in plain sight, her pelvis barely framed by her wrinkled miniskirt. Carl grasped her slutty panties and ripped them in half as I moved closer and teased her sensitive clit with my warm cock's length. Lucy blushed and tried to push herself off Carl, who held her thighs down, grinding his brown shaft in her tight butt-hole.

“Wait, no... I don't want it like... stop..!” she whimpered, her legs trembling, her lips quivering as she stared down at my cock, embarrassed and aroused, as if she didn't know whether to take back what she'd said. Either way I was amused and smiled, spreading her blushed labia with my thumbs. I aimed my phallus and slowly pushed inside, watching her face. “Ahh-haahh~!” she moaned, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water once again. I could feel her pussy walls clenching tightly around me, and I couldn't quite tell if she was trying to push me out or pull me further inside. But it didn't matter, her horny juices allowed me to slide into her without a problem.

Booker didn't let her complain again, he moved to the side of the sofa chair and began using her face and mouth like his own toy. He was the biggest of our group, so unlike Paul, he couldn't go down her throat but it didn't seem like he was interested in doing that. He clearly wanted her to focus her lips and tongue on the tip of his long dick. I realized at that point that her cheeks were painted with black mascara, arguably making her face the biggest point of interest; even more so than before, the kind and sweet Lucy looked like a filthy whore.

Me and Carl had gotten into the rhythm of pumping into her holes like well-oiled pistons. Paul moved to the other side and got her hand around his limp cock. Gradually, Lucy was getting the hang of things. Most of the time, she just panted and moaned like a bitch in heat, and I was sure the lustful pleasure made her forget all about struggling ever again.

“Fuck...! Fuck... haahh.. Ahh! Hhhnnnghh my cunt feels so hot,” she groaned, Booker rubbing his huge cock in her face.

“Yeah, listen to this slut now,” Carl said, grinning as he was the closest to the action, admiring the way Booker was making use of her face. Carl leaned his head down and played with her nipple with his lips and tongue.

“Gotta love putting bitches in heat in their place,” Booker chuckled. “Ain't that right, baby?”

“Hnnghh... fuck me harder, you disgusting bully – hurghk!!” she told him, immediately interrupted by a mouth full of dark cock. That time he gripped the hair in the back of her head firmly with a hand and forced her to bob her whole head back and forth, choking on his huge cock. Spit drooled down her chin. Black-inked tears and sweat poured down her cheeks.

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna blow,” I suddenly blurted. I'd gotten distracted and before I could do anything about it, the first shot of semen was already inside her.

“Shit... here I cum now!” Carl added. I watched Lucy's eyes roll up and gag on Booker's cock deep in her throat as two of us filled her up with steamy cum. I could feel Carl's cock throbbing inside her through her inner walls, and as I felt her insides wrap and squirm around me in spasms, I was sure she was having an orgasm as well.

I watched as Booker exploded in her mouth and jizz violently shot out of her mouth and nostrils, nearly hitting me. He then pulled out, one more ejaculation nearly hitting her in the eye.

“Haahh... hahh,” she panted, a white pearly fluid oozing off her tongue in thick globs. I pulled out and stroked myself a bit, watching Carl's cum an d mine oozing out of her holes before I went flaccid. Carl did the same.

“You like that cum taste, slut?” Booker teased her, tapping his heavy-looking dick on her cheek.

“M-more,” she blurted. “Fuck me, my pussy's so hot, I want more.” Booker interrupted her before she could say anything else. He took her into her arms and put her on all-fours on the floor. He got down on one knee behind her and started to fuck her pussy doggy-style.

“Ahh! You wanker – fuck!” she blurted, hissing in pain. Booker was going in pretty deep. “Not so deep! S-slower! Ahh! Haahh!!”

“Does it hurt, baby girl?” Paul chuckled slyly as he sat on the floor in front of her. He seemed to be half-erect by then. Grabbing her by the hair, he forced her to take his cock back in her mouth. “Here's your pacifier. All better now, ain't it?” he chuckled again. Lucy wasn't choking quite as much as before, but now she was tensing her whole body in discomfort.

Booker kept plunging deep in her pussy, and I was sure she was getting her cervix repeatedly prodded by his enormous dick. She arched her back, her moans muffled by Paul's cock in her mouth. As Booker fucked her harder and quicker, her thighs quivered, her ass swayed and she arched her back downwards.

“Ahh!” she moaned all of a sudden, her eyes suddenly wide open. “Ah! Ah! Haahh! Fuck me~!” Lucy stared up at the ceiling, and her eyes rolled back into her skull as she orgasmed again. She stuck her tongue out, and Paul patted it with his dick. He stroked himself and ejaculated all over her face, and shoved her face back down, swallowing the rest of his cum.

“Hrrmmmh!!” Lucy peaked again, forcing Booker to slow down his thrusts as her pussy clenched tightly around him. He blew his load inside her, adding to the generous amount of semen I'd left in her womb before.

“Hhnnrrh! You dirty wankers,” she blurted as she panted, exhausted but clearly the horniest she'd ever been, resting her face on the cold floor with her ass up in the air, her holes squelching as she pushed out air and a cocktail of fluids. “Bet you love using me, don't you?” Lucy reached between her legs and touched her clit, immediately sending shockwaves of pleasure through her whole body, trembling with arousal. She knelt upright and pushed our cum out onto her palm, then sniffed it. “Fuck, this smell... it's amazing – fuck me again!” she blurted, licking her hand clean. “Finish what you started, you bunch of sissies! Use my holes more, give me more cum to drink!”

I couldn't listen to it any longer. I was rock hard by then and felt compelled to take charge. I picked her up by her arms and tossed her on the sofa, making her lie down on her side, pressing her knees together and shoving my cock in her ass.

“Shit! Huurhhh, you fucking prick!”

“What's wrong, Lucy? Don't like it in the ass?” I chuckled as I thrust quickly back and forth in her tight butthole. She just moaned and groaned loudly in response, clenching her body, her fists grasping at the sofa cushions absently. I could tell from her horny face that she was getting pleasure out of me ramming gradually more harshly.

From that point on, the other guys took turns fucking her face and throat. They agreed to save up and edge for a while until they were ready to shoot again. Finally, they were close to another orgasm. I changed her position and made her get on all fours, pinning her head down on edge of the armrest of the couch and grasped her wrists firmly, pulling her arms back towards me, forcing her to rest her chin down. The guys appreciated it and painted her face once again with thick ropes of cum, all three cumming nearly at the same time. I got a great view of her ass as I plunged deep in her cunt and fucked her harshly while she took their semen all over her face, panting and moaning loudly. She orgasmed once again, her tight pussy walls edging me further.

“Gonna cum again,” I blurted to myself, loosening my grip on her wrists. Lucy suddenly turned around and faced my cock, immediately taking it in her mouth entirely on her own, sticking her ass and pussy up towards the other three guys. I watched as she eagerly sucked and stroked me, her jizz-glaced face driving me over the edge. I grabbed her by the neck and had my turn deepthroating her. As I reached my peak, I blew my load in her throat, loving the immediate feeling of her swallowing everything.

At that point, I realized we weren't going to stop. Lucy had become drunk with lust. Every time one of us came over or inside her, she begged for more. “I'm the best slut you ever fucked, yeah?” she'd say. “Use me, give me more cock, I'm just a slag,” she'd ramble on, and for a moment I was a bit worried we'd broken her. However, part of me was certain we'd brought out who she'd always wanted to be but had been too shy and fearful to take the initiative.

In the middle of a crazy orgy and the room filled with the distinct stink of overly-stretched out sex, all of my good sense had gone out the window.

That was until Lucy passed out with one final orgasm.

A gut-clenching feeling went over me, and I could sort of see the same from their expression. At that point, we'd made Lucy sit on Booker's dick in her ass in the couch.

“I... think we should stop now,” I said nervously. Fearing for everyone's well-being – but mainly my own – I checked whether she was still breathing.

We slowly cooled down, realizing we were also exhausted and couldn't stay up for much longer.

“Leave her on the couch. Anybody wants to crash and sleep, pick a spot, I'm going to bed,” Carl stated. It was a bit awkward but it was the middle of the night and we all had to admit we needed to rest too. But I could tell Booker and Paul looked a bit reluctant to move. Someone had to watch over her.

“Go,” I told them, tired. “I'll stay with her.” They nodded in agreement. Paul looked the guiltiest, I think, because he actually got dressed and left. He was the only one married besides Lucy, after all. Booker must've gone to the toilet, then crashed somewhere else in the house, there must've been a guest room. At some point I got up, took a piss, cleaned myself with wet towels and went back to the living room.

I put on a shirt and my boxers, then sat next to Lucy's limp body, taking some time to myself just letting the events that took place sink in. Needless to say, the floor, the couch and sofa chair were nasty. In a moment of sudden clarity, I realized we'd treated Lucy like furniture. My lips changed to a lopsided smirk as I stared at her body caked with dry fluids and runny mascara, completely passed out. I brushed my face with my hands. My eyes hurt, I was drunk and exhausted. I felt myself drift away and fall asleep.

Looking back, we were all good guys – not as good as Lucy, but good in the average sense. Good in the sense that I was sure, before tonight, we weren't the kind of guys to pile on a girl like Lucy and gang-bang her the way we did. If she hadn't gotten into the swing of things, it could've ended in tragedy for everyone. But as it turned out, everyone had fun, including Lucy.

I was woken up the next morning by the sound of a cellphone ringing. Perhaps Lucy's, judging by the goofy ringtone. I tried to ignore it, but as my eyelids unglued for an instant, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face and familiar feeling.

“Good morning, love.” Her voice was back to normal, shy and reserved. Oddly enough, I have to describe the way she was licking my morning wood along the same lines. She was beside me on all-fours on the couch, holding my shaft at the base with her index finger and thumb ringed around the base, gently nipping along the length.

“Ah... 'morning,” I quietly replied with a nervous little smile. I had to say something. “How... how do you feel?” Lucy looked like she'd splashed her face with water, also having cleaned herself a little bit, so I could admire her pretty features and cute blushing more clearly.

“Sore,” she chuckled awkwardly, cutely nipping at my foreskin, gently squeezing my precum off the tip, then playing with the clear fluid with a fingertip. She wasn't looking at me from embarrassment, but she was staring at what she was doing with my erect cock. “Last night was a blur, but I feel... I can still feel what I was feeling,” she muttered. “I said some things... some bad things, didn't I?”

Lucy looked up at me, cupping my shaft with her lips and tickling me with her tongue, slowly moving up. I wasn't sure of what to say.

“You were drunk,” I said. “We all were. It's okay.” I think she could tell I wasn't entirely confident in that statement. She looked back down at my phallus, throbbing to her gentle touch.

There was a long pause, with the muffled ringtone of some pop song playing out of her purse. Lucy took my shaft in her hand and firmly wrapped her fingers around me, softly stroking it in slow short movements. I could tell she wanted to do more, but still wanted to take time admiring my manhood.

“I think your phone's ringing,” I managed, swallowing dryly, realizing I probably had nasty breath. But I was sure hers must've been the worst. I couldn't feel too bad about it with the way she was arousing me. She looked adorable and appetizing at the same time, even in that slut outfit.

“It's Charlie, innit,” she replied with a sigh. “What am I gonna tell him?” Lucy stroked me and scooped up and rolled my balls with her tongue, softly sucking me. I clenched my teeth, trying not to moan.

“Hmmrrh.” I groaned instead. She had a point. With nothing else to add, I let her continue, letting my mind wander away, and eventually, the phone stopped ringing. Lucy kept going, working my cock seductively.

“Shit, son, you going at it again already?” Carl walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist, apparently having taken a shower. He approached Lucy from behind, taking a knee on the couch and groped her crotch.

“Hah!” she gasped, looking over her shoulder. “Gently – please,” she asked him cutely. Without the slutty makeup, I'm sure she looked adorable even to Carl at that point. “Ahh yeah~” she moaned as he teased her clit softly. With a little more careful stimulation and a little bit of spanking, Lucy gradually worked up her mood. “Yeah... yes~! Ahh... shit,” she went on. “Fuck my little cunt... mmmh~!”

That was all the permission Carl and I needed. Thinking back to the previous night, I smirked at him and gestured to let me move her. I think he immediately understood where I was going; I picked up Lucy and got her to straddle me while I remained seated and let her dripping wet bald pussy slowly wrap around my cock.

“Hnnngh yeah, that's so good~!” she moaned, her hands absently squeezing my shoulders. Carl got her anus wet with spit, teasing her for a while before finally pushing in. “Hah! Wait.. slowly – hnngh – yes..! Ahh, shit, this is so good~! Fuck this tight little ass too... mmh~!”

We thrust into her warm little holes for a while, and without anymore encouragement, Lucy gradually started to ride our cocks deeply inside her on her own, bouncing her hips up and down. We just made her feel more comfortable. I teased her pink nipples, rubbing them between my fingers, softly twisting them. Carl flicked her sensitive clit and fondled her inner thighs. She quickly climaxed a couple times, begging for more. Eventually, Booker joined us again. Soon she was taking two black cocks inside her, the biggest one in her ass, and I made good use of her mouth and throat.

“Where's... shit – ahh! Fuck me more – where's Paul?! Ahh... I need more,” she blurted all of a sudden, Booker and Carl plunging deep in her holes while I teased her lips with my cock.

“He left last night,” I told her.

“Oh shit – hmmmrhhh!!!” she blurted, suddenly climaxing, her whole body tensing and trembling on top of Carl. We chuckled a bit. “Ahh... I wish he was here too,” she pouted cutely with a horny expression on her face.

“Don't worry, Lucy, I'll take care of you,” I chuckled and thought back to the way he handled her. I grasped her hair firmly, holding her head in place and began thrusting wildly into her mouth, the tip of my cock penetrating her gullet. She gagged a little at first, but as she rolled her eyes back, I could tell yet another climax was on its way.

None of us noticed Lucy's phone ringing ever again.