The gang gets gang banged. Part 5

I can only guess Mr Screaming Orgasm didn’t finish himself in Anna after she went down on her knees under the impact of the orgasm he gave her because his cock is still fully erect – even if not that big – and the unchanged condom empty. Personally I wish he’d change the condom. Goodness only knows what sort of history Anna has; but I don’t get much say in the matter.

And he’s clearly keen to get into me.

No sooner does he pull me into position then he’s behind me and I can feel the tip of his cock testing for the opening to my pussy. Once he finds it he buries himself with a single firm push.

Mr Screaming Orgasm was the fourth, maybe even fifth, guy Anna had take her from behind in the course of what I can only guess has been about an hour and a half. If she was nothing else, she was well warmed up and lubricated. I could actually see her juices smearing the condom that’s just been rammed into me. I’ve had a less intense morning and I’m thankful that he doesn’t immediately start the fast pounding of me that I saw him impose on Anna.

Instead I’m just incredibly aware of what seems to be a combined arousing assault on every erogenous zone in my body. It’s not just the way he’s fingering my clit with one hand while he plays with a nipple with the other. There’s something about his thrusting technique too. I don’t know what he’s doing but he’s found some incredibly sensitive zone I didn’t know I had on the front wall of my vagina while whatever he’s doing is also causing the butt plug to move about enough to activate its own sensitive nerve endings.

I’m not really that much of a moaner, but with him I can’t help it.

As he senses my body responding to him he just keeps upping the tempo; always staying just a little bit ahead of what I feel I’m ready for – always making me feel this is too much like I’m going to explode while somehow at the same time making me want more.

Soon enough he is pounding away at me like I saw him doing to the other girls. And I can’t help myself; I’m screaming – well it’s a sound more like screaming than just moaning - with every thrust just like they were. It’s not pain; just a pleasure so intense it’s almost unbearable.

The orgasm overwhelms me; leaves me tightened up in a contracting, spasming ball of female flesh, my knees trembling and barely able to support my weight. If it wasn’t for the bar I’m bent over, I’d be on my knees too. I’m vaguely aware we’ve attracted an audience and I can hear others applauding him again.

But he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, keeps fingering, keeps thrusting, keeps moving that butt plug about and keeps playing with my nipples. He hasn’t found his orgasm yet and it’s like the only way he knows how to have sex is to reduce the girl to a quivering jelly of spent sexual energy as he does it.

So I keep having orgasms. A second, then a third. I’m still aware I’m screaming uncontrollably at the sexual pleasure he’s inflicting on me; just registering we now have an audience of everyone in the yard. But I’m completely out of control. Finally there’s a fourth as I feel him explode inside me; his own ejectulative grunting matching rhythm with me.

And then he’s patting my back. “Oh, good girl, well done.” I know it sounds like he’s talking to a puppy, but I find myself incredibly pleased with the praise even if as he withdrew I desperately just want to sink to the ground.

He eases me back onto the stool and with a final pat on my cheek walks away to where a few of his mates are now gathered around an ice box and helps himself to a beer.

Once again I can take in my surroundings.

Almost as I’m recovering my seat I hear and see Anna too brought to orgasm by Diego; one more episode of protective compromising in our favour for when we get home. It’s almost like Diego knows who she is and has background information on her.

Around me all the girls are still being subjected to some sort of sexual activity, but the guys have by now all had a few turns and the intensity of it has subsided somewhat. Now most of the girls just have one guy at her; some of them are now in the standing up or stool position instead of being presented for spit roasting. Both Eva and Sofia have a guy taking them from behind in the bent over position, so the degree of our protection seems very thin.

Shortly, down the far end, a couple of girls start getting served morning tea, a table set up next to them while they sit on the stool, one hand released so they can eat and drink. What surprises me is who’s setting it out for them. It’s a couple of the girls who we’d fought that morning, still in their bikinis and supervised by none other than the tall slim girl who’d taken me down. And she’s still just dressed in a tiny bikini bottom; topless, not having replaced the item I left buried in the sand under me at the beach.

Just before she and the other girls had arrived Diego had started taking Martina from behind. Now she walks up to Diego where he’s just warming up to pump away at Martina, wraps herself around the top half of him and they start kissing and fondling each other while he’s still thrusting into Martina.

I see her ask a question of Diego with a coquettish look. He gives her an indulgent nod and with a final kiss she turns and starts walking towards me.

When we were fighting I’d never really focused on how stunning she looks. Tall and slim is just the start of it. Clearly athletic, she has enormous abnormally perky boobs; not completely out of scale to the rest of her body, but just more than nature normally provides slim girls like her. They have to be false or she’s a complete freak. As she approaches, I find myself staring at them looking for surgical lines but can’t see any.

But it’s more than just her figure. She’s got a really pretty face with, apart from the scratch to the side of the boob I inflicted earlier, beautifully clear golden skin and jet black tresses that, now they’re released from the bun she put them in for the fight, cascade down her back and seductively over her shoulders, just kissing her nipples as she walks. Why the hell does Diego want us when he’s got her?

She ambles up to me. “Hello sweetheart. I thought you looked absolutely gorgeous just waiting there for some attention and Diego said I could have a play with you.”