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Mediterranean Nights | MaxSebastian | 3

 

The instant the doors were open, Kirsty’s arms were flung around his neck and her liquor-flavoured lips crushed against his mouth. She was pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way, but obviously far from sober. It was a bit of a surprise, her being so forward with him since he’d not really met her before. But was far from unpleasant.

“I didn’t think you’d make it!” she squealed.

“Well… y’know… had to finish up at the club,” he said, a little taken aback at the sudden contact with a girl he really didn’t know.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Sure,” he said.

“Do you like the taste of a horny girl?”

He blushed as his entire body was consumed with nervous exhilaration. God, Heather really had been right. “Uh… yeah…” he stammered.

“Great.” She broke away from him, took a few steps back past the bathroom door to the main part of the room and said, her speech slightly slurred: “Everybody, this is Luke – remember? That cute DJ from Cupid’s Inferno? He says he’ll do it!”

Luke was shocked to find that it wasn’t just Kirsty that was inside the room. Seven girls, he counted, all seemingly bright-eyed and bushy tailed like the girl who had written her name and number for him on her panties. There were three single beds in the room – not designed for anything other than 18-30, then – on which the girls were seated in a kind of circle.

Were the other girls going to leave him alone with Kirsty now? What did she mean when she said he agreed to ‘do it’?

“Luke, this is Mel, Fi, Julie, Lisa, Reece and that one’s Natalie.”

“Hi,” he said, forgetting their names instantly. What was going to happen? He’d never been in a room with seven girls, especially not these kind of girls. They all wore micro-short skirts and crop-tops baring their midriffs as though it was some kind of uniform. Were they going to leave now, or was it just going to be a small party? Maybe Heather had been wrong. Maybe it wasn’t ‘guaranteed pussy’ round here, maybe Kirsty just felt like adding a male voice into the early morning conversation.

In the corner of the room, a large stereo was playing loud dance music – if this was any normal resort, there would be complaints from all round about the noise, but this was 18 – 30 land, with different rules. The main light of the room was off, the only light coming from a number of candles dotted round the room – surely that wasn’t a safe thing since these girls were obviously drunk.

“Most of us have never had a guy do them, like, orally before,” Kirsty said with a tipsy giggle. So much for his conversation-only theory.

“I have!” one of the girls, a petite – well, they were all petite, really – brunette, said.

“Yeah, so you don’t have to have it now, Reece.”

“Hey, no fair!” Reece pouted, folding her arms in front of her chest.

“So stop showing off, slut!” Kirsty laughed.

Luke was wondering what – and when he had – agreed to do. He had his suspicions, of course, but they surely couldn’t be serious?

“Okay, I’m first,” Kirsty said, turning back to him. “And I don’t even have any panties on to get in the way!” Even above the loud music, he heard the amused squeals from her friends. Goodness, it was like being in the middle of a hen night. But then, that was what 18 – 30 was all about, wasn’t it? Pure hedonism.

Kirsty brought one of her fingers up to his mouth. It was wet, slick with her juices. He took her digit inside his hot mouth, tasting her. It had been a while since he had tasted the like.

“You want some more?” Kirsty said with a mischievous smile. Then she sat down on the corner of the nearest bed, parting her thighs slightly. “Down, boy,” she ordered him. It was clear what was going to be happening in the near future.

It wasn’t as though this would happen to him again – and being a single guy, why not take advantage of the opportunity? Kneeling down between her legs, his heart beat was pumping, as if along to the relentless beat of the dance music. The soft candlelight flickered on Kirsty’s milky thighs as she pulled up the tiny skirt to reveal her moist pussy.

He pulled off his top – far nicer to have skin-on-skin contact with her while he saw to her needs – and the girls cheered as he did so, revealing his moderately hairy chest. Looking up at Kirsty’s eyes, he saw a seriously fiery expression on her face.

A seriously new experience – not only was this the first time he’d been used for sex in a completely shallow way, but it was the first time he’d ever done anything intimate with an audience. For now, he was determined to have a good time – to hell with the consequences. And since he was still covered from the waist down, he found that having an audience wasn’t so much of a problem. The other girls were probably more nervous than he was.

Gently, he kissed his way along one of Kirsty’s inner thighs. It was strange, he would normally have begun with a bit of fooling around, kissing, touching, removing clothes – not straight into the steamy side of things. But he knew that these girls were already fired up after their flirtatious night out, they were past the initial stages of arousal, ready for his hot mouth on their dripping pussies. How long each would need him to get them to orgasm was an issue – he would be worn out totally if it was as long as he normally took with a girl – but something he would worry about later.

Kissing his way up her inner thigh, he tasted a slight saltiness on her skin, the residue of the night’s energetic dancing, no doubt, and getting closer to her delightfully trimmed crotch, he could hear the babble of the other girls in the room getting more and more excited in the knowledge that this would be happening to them, too. He couldn’t hear what they were actually saying, for the music was too loud, and his concentration was now upon other things.

Kirsty’s scent hung heavy in the air while he kissed his way around the soft skin of her lower abdomen and her mound, edging closer to her open flower that glistened in the light of the candles. The air was saturated, so that every breath he took was filled with her fragrance – the blend of perfume brought out for the occasion, the mustiness of a whole night’s vigorous dancing and the raw spice of her untamed arousal.

As his hot mouth moved down the join between her legs and her vulva, he looked up to see the desire on her face, and she mouthed a plea for him to give her what she needed. She didn’t seem at all nervous at exposing herself in front of her friends – or this strange man – but then she was plainly fortified by the alcohol.

Creeping closer and closer to her labia, he tasted the first traces of her fresh moisture, which made her smooth pussy lips slippery, removing the friction and allowing his warm lips to slide over her flesh. Her tangy juices were strengthened by the saltiness of perspiration, and at last as he reached the soft pinkness of her inner labia, his mouth and tongue exploring her soaking groove, the build-up was over, and the real ride was beginning.

He heard her moan louder than before now that his hot mouth smothered her sensitive vagina, his flexible tongue lapping at her free-flowing juices, but he also heard a reaction from the other girls, some of whom sounded as though they couldn’t quite believe he was doing it. Sure, but then they’d never had a guy do this for them before.

He was really enjoying himself – not only was he getting close to the sweet pussy of an attractive girl, but he had the added joy of making her squirm and groan, and also of providing a show for the other girls – something he’d never done before. And since he was only naked above the waist, he had nothing to worry about in a performance-sense.

Kirsty was warmed up considerably now, writhing and moaning as he lapped at her. But she wasn’t going to get to orgasm from this, no matter how far he could penetrate her with his tongue, or how much he nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips: it was time to move up to gently take her swollen bud inside his hot mouth, teasing her clit with his tongue while a finger slipped inside the smouldering wetness of her vagina.

Half his face seemed covered in her juices by now, while perspiration mottled his brow from the sheer heat and intensity of being between her thighs. He was thankful that the night had obviously already started her on the road of arousal, for instead of the cool half-hour minimum that it normally took him to take someone to orgasm this way, it was nowhere near that here. If he had any luck, the other girls would be just as pent up, too. Otherwise he would have a numb tongue in the morning and would be unable to move his jaw.

Her whole body began to shiver and quake as his rhythm on her clit became almost too much for her to handle. Her hands crawled over his head, crushing him to her body as the explosive orgasm welled up inside her.

At last, she yelled her sweet last, high-pitched and raw in her satisfaction and before she finally released him from his grip, he moved back to gently focus on her vagina, lapping up her final flood as she came in his mouth.

“Who’s next?” he asked, the air cool on his moistened face away from the searing heat of Kirsty’s body.

“Me! Me! Me!” they all called for him now, the alcohol and the lust putting a dampener on shyness and caution.


 

Does Luke follow through with his promise?


          Next girl is Fi who likes to be called Fifi when she climaxes

 
 
 

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