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Bastards! Didn't they know how I felt? I knew from some of the
things she'd said to me that she probably wasn't even very good.
She hated sucking cock, which I loved, and she was so selfish. I
wanted so much to prove to them that they were making a terrible
mistake, and that fucking me would be so much better. Then they
asked Mark. He looked into his drink as though it were a magic 8
ball that would tell him the answer, then he slowly raised his
eyes and looked right at me. He started to speak and stuttered
slightly before finally locking his eyes on mine and saying
softly "I want to fuck her."
I gulped. Blushing, I put my head down and tried to collect
myself. I hadn't been ready for that at all. I glanced up at him
but he was already staring back into his drink, as if he too was
embarrassed by what he had just said. The others thought this
was hilarious. "Oh come on love, don't you want to tell Mark how
much you want to fuck him too?" said one. "Yeah, the poor lad
wants to fuck you - don't you want to help him out?" The
combination of the wine, the thoughts I was already having and
now this surprising, sexy revelation from Mark sent my mind
spinning. I stammered, trying to respond, but I had no idea what
to say. I was still a little embarrassed, but at the same time
my confidence had just got a huge lift, and I could feel myself
getting wetter and wetter at the mere thought that this gorgeous
man wanted me.
"Don't be ashamed," said another of the guys. "I mean, if it's
not Mark you want, I'm sure any of us would give you what you
need." Oh god! Were they coming on to me now as well? "Yeah,
come on, don't give us that shy bullshit. We know you girls get
just as fucking horny as we do. Tell us who you want and we'll
all agree to it."
I hadn't expected this at all. There were now half a dozen guys
in the room all saying they wanted to fuck me. Mark was still
quiet, but from the way he was sitting, I could see how hard he
was. I glanced up at the other guys, and even as they jeered at
me and kept asking me to make a choice, I could see they were
all feeling at least as turned on as I was.
I tried to speak again, but in the end, I still felt too
embarrassed by the situation, and I bottled out. "I...I can't
make a decision like that," I mumbled, and started to pour
myself another glass of wine. The group of guys let out a
collective moan, and even though I got a little thrill out of
how disappointed they sounded, I knew I couldn't just announce
that deep down, I wanted all of them.