I walk down the street where I live. It’s a warm, beautiful day. Sunbeams flicker through the elm branches above and brush across my skin. Nobody’s around, so – being me – I spread my arms, tilt my head back, and squint up at the sun through the leaves.

This street I’ve walked a thousand times. Every single day. Soon, though, it’ll change. For good. Kind of a bittersweet feeling.

It’s still summer, but college is creeping closer. I already have a stack of books I want to get through, just to feel ready. And then there’s everything else right now — summer jobs, volunteering, friends. Funny thing — when you’re busy, you somehow find time for even more.

A neighbour jogs up, stops, and grins.

“How’s everything, Alice?” His blindingly white teeth draw all the attention.

“Pretty good. Summer vacation, lots of plans.”

For a split second his eyes flick down to my chest — noted, but ignored.

“Enjoy! And don’t overwork yourself!”

“Sure, I won’t.”

I throw in a quick question about his kid I used to help with math. Everything’s fine, of course. It always is.

“Say hi to your folks!” he says, pointing playfully before jogging off.

“No problem, I will.”

I glance back once more — at this little secluded world of its own. On the one hand, I was definitely lucky to grow up here; on the other, maybe it made me over-sheltered, out of touch, and frankly, probably a bit spoiled.

Still, even here, behind the neat lawns and quiet streets, there are secrets, disappointments, quiet despair — you know, the stuff TV shows have been recycling for years. But that’s not what this story is about.

I’m at a board game café with my favorite little pack of nerds — Stevie, Bert, and Charlie, my only close guy friends. They convinced me to come today; there might not be many chances like this once college starts. Right now, we’re deep into Dune: Imperium.

We pretty much grew up together, geeking out over the same stuff — first the Harry Potter marathons, then D&D (which I still love — though I have trouble admitting it), then endless shows and, of course, more games.

We still haven’t really talked about what’s going to happen with our group once fall comes. Instead, we’re still complaining about school. Well, they’re complaining. For them, graduation felt like getting out of prison. For me, it wasn’t that bad. But I get it — for guys like them, school was harder. People never gave them enough credit, which is unfair, because they have way more going on than people assume.

Halfway through the game, I spot Chris hovering around — linking up with people here, like always. Another guy from school, doing his usual rounds. He notices us too and comes over.

“Dudes,” he says, giving Stevie a not-so-gentle punch on the arm.. “High stakes here, yeah?” He grins. “And you even brought a girl along.” He nods toward me. I roll my eyes.

Then he leans closer to Stevie.

“Man, that rig you set up for me? Perfect. Finally runs smooth.”

After that, his attention swivels straight to me. “You coming to Tommy’s party Friday?”

He doesn’t even glance at the boys. I give him a “maybe,” which in my language means no. This isn’t my thing. They never stop asking, though. He could’ve invited the guys too, but of course he doesn’t.

“Keep it up, dudes!” he tosses over his shoulder, already walking off.

As soon as Chris walks off, Stevie starts talking about that time he was over at Chris’s place. Apparently, the whole entourage was there — Pete, Dave, Jake. The guys love trashing them, like they’re the enemy or something, but they still listen like the popular kids’ lives were another kind of TV show — my little gossip boys.

And even the way Stevie tells it, you’d think he walked into some mob sit-down — suspicious looks, cold shoulders. He says he didn’t feel comfortable. I smile. It’s kind of hilarious, like they want it to be ominous.

Bert and Charlie try to act casual, but I can tell they’re leaning in, hungry for details.

“What did those geniuses even say this time?”

“Not much,” Stevie shrugs. “Like I wasn’t supposed to be there. Which is fucking weird, since he asked me to help.”

I smirk — it still cracks me up hearing Stevie swear.

What is it with this fascination? And what’s with trying so hard to hide it? Just say it. Maybe it’s time to leave that behind, now that we’re supposed to be mature.

So I test something. I drop a rumor I’m pretty sure checks out — two of them, one girl. No names, though I know her. Just the story. And their faces instantly do that thing: half grossed out, half tell me more.

It’s kind of fascinating. They look a little jealous, but also… maybe impressed. Somewhere in between, like even they don’t really know how they feel about it.

I throw in another one — this time mine. I once tutored Jake. It was supposed to be math, but ten minutes in he suggested we watch porn instead. That was pretty much the end of tutoring. He did fine anyway.

Cue another round of looks.

Stevie sneers, “See? Hopeless. Who even thought you should be tutoring him?”

“His mom, I think. My mom knows her. She probably figured I’d be a good influence.”

Who knows, though — maybe his mom had some ulterior motive, I think to myself.

“More like he’d be a bad one on you.” Stevie gives me this weird look.

I just smile. “Don’t worry about me.”

Charlie blurts, “So… did you watch the porn with him?”

There it is again — that mix of shame, jealousy, and curiosity in their eyes.

“No. Of course not.” I say after a short pause.

Charlie finally says, “Those guys would do anything.”

“Like what?” I ask, looking at him from under my brows.

“You know…” He pulls in a breath, suddenly awkward. “Stuff. Like… if it was two guys and one girl?”

I bite back a smile — that’s an interesting thought. He says it so seriously, with such a solemn face, that I almost burst out laughing. I look at all of them — it’s this strange kind of admiration buried under resentment. Which makes sense. There’s nothing wrong with being fascinated by someone who’s a bit ahead of you in that area.

What’s even the point of this weird rivalry? They’d probably get along fine if they just dropped those school labels. Chris and the rest aren’t bad; on the troublemaker scale, they’re pretty low.

They’re into all kinds of things, not just sports. They’re not the loud, try-hard types — more the laid-back kind, which, to me, says a lot: they know what they’re doing, they don’t need to chase. Girls just gravitate toward them.

Maybe that’s exactly what gets the guys — the way things just happen for them.

I consider asking Stevie, Bert, and Charlie about that fascination — just to see what they’d say. But we’ve never really talked about sex. Maybe that’s the problem. We probably should’ve; it might’ve helped. But after all these years? Now it feels too late. I could say they’re like brothers, but that’s a lousy excuse. It’s just… weird. I need to think this through.

Walking back, my head’s somewhere else.

Charlie’s throwaway line about “sharing a girl” keeps pinging around my skull. I’ve fantasized about being shared before — more than once. But I always shoved it down under the chorus of idiots who repeat the same tired line: a girl who does that is “ruined.”

Ruined how, exactly? Show me the science behind it, geniuses.

Even the word — “gangbang” — has a criminal ring to it. Probably on purpose.

And then there are all those cartoonish OF types who turn sex into some kind of weird competition — showing off body counts, pulling stunts, completely missing the point of fun.

Still, my libido is ambitious in a way Tinder guys and a handful of dildos can’t fully kill. How hard would it be to actually try it?

Back home I ping one of my Tinder FwBs — the kink-friendly one who seemed like the obvious shot. I don’t spell out what I want; I’m just feeling the ground. He starts rambling that it’s “pathetic,” like something only trash does. Weird, coming from a guy who flirts with BDSM and power-play. He says it’s different if there’s another girl involved, of course. The whole convo twists something cold in my stomach. Note to self: ghost him slowly.

What’s the real difference — one dick, three dicks? Things feel gross or not for a dozen of reasons, not because of a headcount. I’d been scouting for new people, and now I’m one down. Meanwhile, Chris and Jake had a threesome already. Unfair.

Hold on — Am I on to something here? I know those guys. I know what they can handle. They’re low-key hot — experienced, confident, and they don’t need to prove it. So why not them? If they’re into it — and there’s a reason they keep inviting me to those parties — maybe this could actually happen.

Until now I’ve been looking for fun well outside my school circle. Mostly to dodge the gossip. It worked — if people had known what I actually got up to, they’d have freaked out. But now? There’s no inside and outside anymore.

By the time I sit down, I’m already plotting like I’m planning a heist. I sketch the setup — how to frame it, how to pitch it, and how to make the safety bits clear without sounding like a lecture. I actually write a list — what to say, what to wear, the logistics, rules, a safety check… Hello, lunatic’s notebook.

I stare at the page. It’s insane — which is exactly why it might work. I’m two seconds away from doing an evil laugh. Yes, this is happening. No point playing coy. Move fast: set up a meeting, drop the suggestion, get to the point. If guys can run this casual hookup thing, so can I. Still, I’ll need an ace in the hole so nobody thinks I’m joking — and I know exactly what that might be.

They’re all out on the outdoor court when I roll up on my bike — Chris, Jake, Pete, and Dave. They all kind of look alike. The main differences? Jake’s got more curls, Pete’s got fuller lips, and Dave has those colder-looking eyes. Still, they could pass for brothers. Jake’s the odd one out — leaner, less chiselled, more like a typical guy our age, just a bit more muscular than average.

Of course, I know exactly where to find them, but I act like I’m just passing by.

“Oh, hey!”

They stop the game almost instantly, all four walking over. Good sign. Quick small talk, the usual. And then, right on cue, comes the invite to Friday’s party again.

“You know me,” I say, twirling a strand of hair around my finger before I even realize I’m doing it. “Not really my scene. But maybe something smaller? More chill? There haven’t been many chances for that lately.”

They all nod — looks like they’re on board, at least for now.

Time to drop the first hook. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. The words stumble out like they’re too big for my mouth.

“You… could even come over to mine. Tomorrow… maybe?”

They glance at each other — quick, surprised looks. My stomach drops. Oh God. They probably think I’m weird already.

Calm down, Alice. It’s fine. They can’t see through you. People invite people all the time. Your awkwardness is your best cover.

But then it happens — the unspoken group decision, the silent nudge-nudge between them. Chris shrugs, grins.

“Yeah. That could work,” he says, cheeky.

Experience with girls pays off, apparently.

I let out a tiny laugh, trying to sound casual.

“Honestly, it’ll be nice to just hang out like normal people for once,” I chuckle, glancing at Jake. “Not those study sessions where everyone clearly had something else on their minds.”

That gets a quick smirk out of him — exactly what I wanted. A little reminder of those ‘study sessions’ that turned into porn proposals. Let him remember that.

The next day. Their visit is near. I’m a bit nervous.

I’m trying hard not to cringe at the dumb things I said before — because today I’ve got even weirder stuff lined up. But hey, they actually decided to come, so… somehow it worked?

I keep telling myself it’s just a normal hangout. Totally normal. Friends. Nothing unusual.

Except that I’ve “accidentally” left a pair of panties out in my room.

And didn’t clean up too much, so it looks more “natural” that a pair of panties would be just laying around. Three times I want to scrap this idea. Leave it, Alice! It’s absolutely in the realm of plausible deniability – who’s gonna prove otherwise?

The doorbell rings.

Of course my parents are home — that’s the whole point. Built-in alibi.

Mom opens first, all warmth. She lights up when she sees them.

“Jake! How’s your mom? It’s been forever.”

Perfect. The cover story writes itself.

Our dog, Maddox, is already being way too friendly, and Layla — our cat — shows up too. She’s more into guys. Got that from her mommy.

I bring them upstairs to my room.

And yeah — the panties are sitting right there. My stomach drops. I was supposed to pretend to be embarrassed, but turns out I don’t have to. The whole plan’s already doing it for me.

I scoop them up fast, wide-eyed and innocent.

Did they notice? Was that too obvious? Too late now.

I bring up a pitcher of water and some cups. We talk about nothing — vacations, weekend plans, summer stuff.

Pete’s the first to start poking around. His eyes land on my corkboard, covered with sketches and notes. He smirks, but doesn’t comment. Instead, he moves on to my bookshelf. Between The Hobbit, Vonnegut, Bulgakov, and the Harry Potter series, he reaches for Deathly Hallows.

“Can I borrow it? Never actually finished.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Still into that?” It comes out half teasing, half genuine.

He looks embarrassed. “I mean… it’s cool.”

“He only pretends he can read,” Jake cuts in. “You know, girls love the smart ones.”

He winks. I’m assuming he’s joking… on both counts.

“Well, there are different kinds of intelligence,” I start, trying to explain that girls go for different things — but yeah, let’s not go down that rabbit hole.

Now Jake starts poking around too. His hand brushes past a small badminton trophy from when I was fifteen. He smirks; I shrug.

They’ve got raccoon hands — always touching everything. Hopefully including me.

Meanwhile, Dave’s already spotted my Klauth statue. “Whoa, this is sick.” He reaches for it.

“Better not,” I say quickly. “That one’s fragile.”

Chris smirks, glancing too along my bookshelves. “So this is what you’ve been up to all day. Student rep — too busy for parties, but not too busy for dragons.”

Meanwhile Jake spots two electric water guns sitting on the windowsill.

“Cool Glocks. What do you do with those?” Jake asks, picking one up.

“We ran with this idea of water fights,” I say. “Now they’re just for misting the plants.”

Chris grins. “So that’s what you do with those shitheads?”

“Ha! Not them. That one was with Natalie and Emma, actually.”

I can already see the shift — interest, amusement.

I raise an eyebrow, throwing a few breadcrumbs. “Yeah… we got totally soaked.”

The interest spikes even more.

The conversation drifts — jokes, small talk, easy noise. Meanwhile my brain keeps flashing back to the plan. Turns out this is way harder than it looked on paper. Now I get why guys freeze up when they try to flirt. I’ve got a whole new respect for that.

And then salvation drops out of the sky.

“So… those panties you hid before,” Chris says casually. “Special occasion?”

I freeze for a heartbeat, then laugh it off. “Nothing major. Some Tinder date.”

“Wait, Tinder?” His eyebrows shoot up. “I didn’t think you’d be on that.”

“Why not? What, you think I’ve never been with a guy?”

I squint at him, mock-accusing, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but…” Dave tilts his head, leaning in. “You and Tinder!? I’ve never even heard you swear... and you're on fucking Tinder?”

This is my little moment.

“I can. When it’s needed.”

And before I can lose my nerve I almost shout: “ASSFUCKING!”

Pete spits water all over his shirt. The room explodes with laughter.

I’m red as a tomato, but it worked — the whole tension just cracked open.

Jake grins. “Funny — when I was trying to convince you to watch porn, you weren’t into it. You looked like it disgusted you.”

“Maybe I just looked like it,” I say, smiling.

“Hard to read,” Dave adds.

“That’s kind of the point,” I say. “Besides, everything has its time and place. Maybe not while I was trying to teach you math.”

Jake shrugs. “Still, worth a shot.”

That’s my chance to bring it home.

“Hey,” I say quickly, fingers tangling in my hair, “we could watch something now. If you want.”

“I’m in,” Jake says immediately. The others exchange looks — half amused, half uncertain.

“Yeah? What should we put on?” Jake pushes.

I pause. My heart’s pounding loud. A small, sensible voice in my head is screaming that this is a bad idea. But why? What’s actually bad about it? Four guys, and me, doing… things. That image flashes bright behind my eyelids. What’s not to like? Fuck it, let’s go. Time to nuke it from orbit.

“Maybe…” I start slowly, “one girl. Four guys?”

Silence.

“Fuck me,” Chris finally says. “Are we still talking porn here, or is that an actual proposal?”

I tilt my head, let a little smile curve. “Well… do you want it to be?”

Another silence — quick glances shooting between them.

“Fuck yes,” Dave blurts out.

Jake squints at me, grinning like he doesn’t buy it. “No way. You can’t be serious. You’re such a bad liar.”

My pulse is hammering in my ears. Time for the ace up my sleeve.

“Really? So none of you are gonna believe I even said this?”

I glance at them — then add, “Or that I showed you this?”

My hands are trembling as I unlock my phone. One deep breath, and I hit play.

The video — me and one of the guys I met on Tinder; his bright idea to film it, his little kink. He wanted to see me sucking him off later.

The room goes still — four heads leaning in, eyes wide.

Someone whispers, “Holy shit…”

For a heartbeat, nobody moves.

Jake’s voice comes out low, still hypnotized by the screen: “Didn’t see that coming.”

Chris leans in, eyes fixed on mine.

“So… your parents heading out anytime soon?”

“Not tonight,” I say, steady now. “But Friday? Early evening? House to myself. Perfect timing.”

I pause, holding their eyes. “As long as you guys…” — I drag it out a second — “…do something for me by then.”

The next day Chris calls.

My stomach flips — for a split second I’m sure he’s about to back out.

But no. He just asks if I know a guy named Franco.

“Franco? Frankie? Rings a bell — loud, restless, always in trouble?”

“That’s him.”

“I know of him more than I actually know him.”

“Frankie’s our guy. And yeah… this kind of thing? It’s basically his big fantasy. And, you know, it’s kinda hard not to tell your friends that. So since he’s so into it, I figured… maybe?”

For a second, I want to snap at him — why are you messing with our plan?

But then it clicks.

If they’re that close, leaving him out would be weird — maybe even shitty. And for me? It’s… even better.

Oh my God. Five.

The adrenaline hits me all over again.

Okay. We’re doing this.

“Well…” I pause, heat rising to my cheeks. “Fine. But same rules. He’s getting tested too. Can you explain it to him, or do I have to?”

Chris laughs — way more chill now — says he’ll fill him in, and then adds he really can’t wait.

Me too.

Thursday evening. Chris texts: everyone’s got their doctor’s note.

He makes a big deal out of it — apparently it wasn’t that easy. Well, it’s not exactly that hard either, but I get it’s stressful.

I’m feeling that right now — my brain’s buzzing, my heart’s pounding. It’s actually happening.

We’ve got the whole evening to ourselves. I made it clear — no staying overnight. Besides, I’m guessing they’ll want to hit a party after anyway.

I end up forgetting to cancel movie night with Stevie and the crew until the last minute.

I call, apologize, sell some excuse, reschedule.

I feel a little guilty about the real reason — but at this point, it just has to happen. I’m so wired I don’t even know how I’m supposed to fall asleep tonight.

Zero hour.

I’m showered, prepped, rehearsed — and terrified. I keep pacing around the room, muttering under my breath. Am I really doing this? Like, actually doing this? Today I’m going to— oh God.

When the doorbell rings, I nearly jump out of my skin.

I rush to lock Maddox and Layla in the other room — Maddox gives me that puzzled-but-trusty head tilt.

I check the door camera — all five of them are waiting there. And Frankie’s grin stands out — basically “I’m here to fuck” written across his face.

I open the door. My heart skips a beat. “Hi.”

I try to play it cool, pretending I wasn’t expecting them so soon. And they’re actually three minutes early.

I’m standing in the doorway in my old flannel — I pull it open for a second, giving them a quick flash of the underwear before pulling it back together again.

Just a little proof I’m serious — and a bit insane.

Their glances at me and at each other are priceless: “Tell me this is for real!”

I let them in and greet Frankie last.

“I remember you! Teachers weren’t exactly thrilled about you,” I tease.

“Yup. That’s me,” he says, eyes me up and down, “Still the troublemaker.”

“Maybe today,” I say, smiling nervously, “you’ll find a better use for all that energy.”

He winks, grinning even wider.

I see they’ve brought… a whole crate of energy drinks.

“Mind if we stick these in the fridge?”

I raise an eyebrow. “You really think you’ll need those?”

We put them away, and I lead them upstairs, trying to make some casual talk about the weather. Inside, I’m all jelly.

In my room, everything’s set: a pitcher of water, glasses, even snacks. I’m trying not to chew on my hair, so I crunch celery instead — loudly.

Again, it hits me — when is ever a good moment to just go for it? Are we there yet? Well… I guess now’s as good a time as any. I stand with my back to them, and I take off the flannel, letting it slide off my shoulders. I turn around, smiling at them, and can’t help but burst out laughing.

That breaks the tension, although I feel like my initial plan wasn’t detailed enough, and I missed some sub-steps on how to get from point X to point Y — fucking.

They flop onto the bed and chairs, settling in. Frankie, already agitated, jumps up and starts snooping around. The first thing he grabs is the Klauth statue.

“Whoa. This is awesome.”

“Careful,” I warn. “It’s fragile.”

Dave glances around and chuckles. “Still think this could be some hidden-camera setup.”

“Yeah? With Alice already down to her panties?” Jake cuts in. “Prank me harder.”

“She couldn’t be that evil.” Chris looks at me — eyes narrowing, half-teasing, half-suspicious.

I tilt my head and give him that maybe I could look.

I lean back against the edge of the desk with my hips.

Then Pete groans. “Hope not. That test already cost me enough.”

“You mean?” I ask.

“Wasn’t exactly fun,” he grumbles.

“But probably worth it,” I shoot back.

Meanwhile Frankie’s found my notebook on the desk. I snatch it back before he can flip it open.

He smirks, like he’s already thinking something else.

“So… they told me you’re kind of… intense about this.”

“I prefer the term prepared,” I pout.

His grin widens again. “I’ve always wanted to try something like this. Always. And when they said it was you?” He shakes his head, still smiling — like he can’t quite believe it.

That surge of heat hits my chest again — like it could knock me off my feet any second.

Pete laughs. “Yeah, dude’s basically been binge-watching gangbangs 24/7 since forever.”

Frankie shrugs. “Not true.”

“Maybe a real experience will help balance things out,” I say, half-serious — and already half-convinced it might actually be true.

Then he tilts his head, voice lower. “I also heard you’ve got… some video?”

My throat goes dry. I gulp, grab my phone, and murmur, “C’mon.” Sliding between the guys on the bed, I unlock it and hand it to him, inviting him to join. He watches for a moment — jaw tightening, eyes burning. The others watch too — just as eager as before.

A wave of tension washes over me, my breath trembling.

“Fuck me.” Frankie mutters.

Another round of muffled, “fuck…” goes around from everyone, “…so fucking hot.”

“Big turn-on, huh? Same here.” My cheeks are hot, my chest tight, heart hammering.

We’re all breathing harder and harder. My lips move closer to Chris’s. I smile softly.

“Any objections?” I ask, my eyes fixed on him. He leans in on his own.

Everyone’s silent — only the video, the panting, and our loud kisses.

I pull away, turn to the other side, and I’m already kissing the next one. Loud and wet.

I feel an intense heat rising inside me. I get up — almost impulsively.

It takes me a second to realize why: oh. I’m about to undress. Something inside me had already decided.

I let the bra straps slide off my shoulders, slow and deliberate. I hold the cups in place for one teasing second before tossing it aside. My breasts feel suddenly exposed, all eyes on me, and it hits harder than I expected. The air feels cold against my skin, every breath reminding me that I’m bare. A jolt of shyness. I hide behind my hair, peek through the strands, laugh it off — but it actually helps me breathe. God, my nerves are on fire. But it’s electric. Still, it feels awesome.

I just go for it, taking it one step at a time… despite my jelly legs.

“Shall we try it the… traditional way?” I murmur, a little sarcastically, already sinking to my knees.

Another quick round of glances — nerves, excitement, disbelief. I must be blushing profusely. I can feel my face burning.

Frankie is the first to push his way through — of course he is. But there’s also something about him that makes me want to start with him. Mischievous, full of energy — he deserves special treatment.

The others follow his lead, as if they’d just been given permission. Without a word, they follow one another eagerly.

His cock is already out, right before my face! The closer he gets to my lips, the more nervous I get. It's almost in my mouth... My heart’s going to pop! No, it doesn’t — it just keeps pounding.

And just like that, my first group blowjob begins!

It feels incredible! The taste and shape fill my whole mouth, sending a rush of euphoria through me.

A few movements in my mouth, and it's already hard as steel, big, hot. What's not to like? Delicious! I feel like my pussy is literally steaming. Sucking his cock calms me down a bit – less of the jelly-legs feeling.

The rest strip fast. I’m suddenly staring at bare skin and cocks, twitching with anticipation.

The tension drops right away, cut clean in half. This is no joke — they get it now. They’re going to enjoy every minute.

It feels like I'm seeing dicks for the first time. Maybe it’s because it’s plural. Everything feels different when it’s plural.

I’m going at him for a minute, while I stroke the other four in turn. It’s surprisingly easy.

Finally, I pull out and say, "Yummy!" They all immediately laugh out loud.

I'm moving on. Chris goes to my mouth. The bliss is so visible.

Then Jake. He moans and groans.

Then it’s Pete and Dave’s turn.

All of their cocks are incredible! I'd say each one’s got its own vibe. Each one gives me a rush, running through my body till it hits my crotch. More cocks, more flavours, more wetness.

Now they’re all quiet, focused, waiting. Their hard cocks are pointed at me. I stroke some with my hands and take others in my mouth.

They glance at each other briefly, sizing each other up, smiling slightly — but clearly without feeling too embarrassed.

I glance up at Chris as my hand wraps around him. “I see you guys don’t have a problem being naked in front of each other.”

He chuckles, a little tense. “Locker room, you know.”

And I smirk. “Yeah. But still.”

I don’t finish the thought. Maybe they need to pretend it’s no big deal. Or maybe I’m the only one finding dicks so interesting!

"Do you want it already?" I ask, and quickly put Dave's cock back in my mouth.

They all shout the only possible answer at once.

My panties are damp already. I stand up and finally peel them off, holding them out for a second before tossing them aside.

They clock the little landing strip the second they see it.

“Yeah, I know it's uncommon these days, but... it’s kind of my way of saying: I'm a grown woman!” I smile, embarrassed by my own joke.

Chris and Frankie chime in almost in unison — “It’s great. Awesome.”

“Fuck, you’ve got a thigh gap,” one blurts, and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Seriously? That’s what you notice?”

The heat between my thighs feels like steam rising off skin. Another crash of reality hits me all at once — the weight of what we’re actually doing, the closeness, their eyes fixed on me. For a second it’s dizzying, like the floor might tilt. I breathe, steady, and it passes.

I jump on the bed, sticking my ass out; I'm curious to see who’ll be first. It’s Chris. He and Frankie jostle a bit, but Chris shoves him off — they both crack up.

The tension is back — you can see it in the way they’re holding their breath. I keep an eye on them from behind. They're looking at me, at my bare ass.

I can already feel Chris's hands braced against my hips. My nerves are getting to me — sucking cocks distracted me, but now I'm trembling all over again. I can feel his cock rubbing against my pussy. I feel a little faint.

Breathe, Alice. I glance behind me again. Relax — he’s just as keyed up as me, totally focused on the task at hand. He’s the one who needs to show off more, with the audience watching, mouths open.

Another shiver runs through me when I meet their gaze, but this time I don't look away. And they don’t break it either — I look from one to the other. For once, let’s look straight into the sun.

It starts... he enters me. A kind of relief washes over me, but it only sharpens everything. And then a different kind of tension spikes. I tremble even harder. He pushes in deeper. This strange rush of warmth rolls through me, starting deep in my pussy. More waves come with every inch. Oh my God — it feels incredible.

A few seconds in, Chris suddenly freezes, thrown off.

“Fuck me, it’s so wet,” he breathes, barely moving.

The others look at their cocks, as if silently begging them not to let them down. I bare my teeth in a grin — I can’t help it.

Finally, Chris, with some effort, finds his rhythm, getting used to the heat and slickness. Now he fucks me good.

The others watch, of course. I look at them again — this time, I’m moaning.

After a while, he slows down. Out of nowhere, he asks, “Are you clenching on purpose?”

"What are you talking about? I mean… I can." and I actually clench as hard as I can. It takes some effort. It’s kind of an odd feeling.

I hear loud groans and feel him cum inside me.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

Frankie bursts out laughing:

“Wow, you couldn’t handle it, dude?”

“Dude, she clenched!” he tries to defend himself, but he’s drowned out by loud laughter. The rest of the gang still looks shocked but super excited at the same time.

I don’t waste a second: “Now it's your turn,” I tell Frankie. I wiggle my ass, teasing him.

Now he’s getting the hang of it, and after a moment I do it again, squeezing him as hard as I can. It’s not easy to keep it up, but I guess it’s still easier for me than for them to handle.

“Jesus, I can't move!” Chris gasps, his voice thick with ecstasy.

After a few moments, he spurts too, then laughs at himself.

And I go, “Hey, there's nothing wrong with that! It's cool. Everyone gets to come at their own pace.” I tuck my hair behind my ear and look at the other three, tense and buzzing with excitement, before saying,

“Hey, you guys wanna try it like that?”

They glance at each other, and I add with a grin:

“Go ahead! This time you’ll come right away — and then it’ll be easier.”

I wink. “We’ve got time to practice! So anyway... who wants to let off some tension now?” I smile.

This time Jake goes for my pussy.

Just like before, I tighten up and keep looking back at him over my shoulder.

He doesn’t even try to hold back — he just goes all in, like he’s trying to get it out of his system.

He starts shooting his load. I hold him tight, drawing out every last bit of him as he roars, still pumping until he has nothing left.

“Jesus, yes!” he roars with satisfaction, then collapses, still groaning and hissing. “This was fucking insane!”

"That's how it should be!” I say.

“Fuck it,” Dave says, then steps up next.

Meanwhile, Frankie, lying beside me, tells Chris on the other side, “Pete wants to be last.” He chuckles.

A small joke about who’s last, but it hardly matters — I’m soaked either way.

Dave goes in and gasps, shivering.

“Jesus, it’s so wet.”

“We added a little something ourselves,” Frankie says, nudging his shoulder.

“Maybe he actually likes it that way,” I tell Frankie, sounding a bit snooty.

Meanwhile, Dave is going at it with me. I remember I’m supposed to clench — not easy!

Dave, like Jake, goes at it hard, cums quickly, and collapses. Some of it drips onto the sheet.

He sits on the floor by the bed, still moaning, his voice trembling a little. He sounds like he’s in heaven.

Now it’s Pete’s turn. He comes over to me and starts thrusting. “Oh, yes!” Soon, a shiver runs through him — and through me too.

He doesn’t try to go as fast as the last two. He lasts much longer, and it’s getting hard to keep clenching — it feels like endless tickles.

The others start cheering him on.

And for some reason, it hits me — Jesus, it’s five guys! I suddenly burst out, “I’m such a fucking slut!”

They all burst into laughter.

“Sorry, it just hit me how many of you there actually are.”

Luckily, it makes them laugh.

Finally, after about a minute, I hear Pete cum behind me.

Looks like I finished off all five of them. Guess orgies are pretty easy after all!

Turns out all that cum is not a problem at all — just one hot, wet mess anyway.

They’re all done, and I could still go on. Maybe I’m great at this?

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