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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.

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