Motel Room Orgies

We all gathered in the parking lot. I felt so sorry for anyone checked into the same motel. Everyone was loud and obnoxious.

Popped collars. Full makeup. Hot and sweaty from drinking games. I was at least a pint of Everclear behind. Nothing feels as awkward as being sober when everyone else is trashed.

Maggie screamed when she saw me. Her red hair everywhere. She hugged me, “Yessss! You made it. Pick my room! Pick my room!”

Her breath smelled like my mom was about to clean my scraped knee and it was going to sting.

“No. No. No!” Screamed Sierra crashing into me. Her hand groped my crotch trying to grow my dick. “He’s picking my room!”

I got whiplash. Yesterday at meals these two girls ignored me. Now they were begging for me. Cass was right. They only care about the Ops staff at night when it’s time to fuck.

The girl in the bikini called out, “Some of you may know the drill but I’m going to repeat it for all the newbies. 8 people per room. Once you’re in the room, you can do what you want, pair off with who you want, but you better be having fucking sex!”

The parking lot of drunk counselors cheered!

I stood dumbfounded. 8 random people in a small motel room having sex. Who would agree to this?

“Girls! Pick your room number from Lilly’s hat! Boys! Pick your room number from Jason’s hat! You are allowed to switch rooms, but everyone must be in their rooms in the next ten minutes. If you are outside, you have to sleep on the beach and no sex for you!”

The groups split apart.

I got last in line of the guys. Everyone was too drunk. It didn’t feel right. But I needed to get my dick wet again. I would do what it would take.

I took the second-to-last piece of paper from the hat. Jason took the last.

Room 22.

Everyone was scrambling around the parking lot, asking what room everyone else had drawn. I couldn’t imagine a more chaotic scenario.

I just walked up the stairs to Room 22. I would just take what I could get.

On the balcony I heard my name, I looked down.

“What room are you!?”

I didn’t answer. Let them see what room I walked into.

I heard “ROOM 22” echoed from girl to girl. Apparently I had developed a reputation.

I sat on the worn chair inside the room and waited. Empty beers bottle and cups covered every available surface. The clock radio on the nightstand blared country music. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Eventually another guy came into the room. I had no clue who he was. He was stumbling drunk. He didn’t even get to introduce himself to me, before a chick grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.

I couldn’t catch all the conversation, but it was clear she was doing the convincing. It ended with a feminine “Yes!”

A short little blonde entered Room 22 with the guy’s card. She looked so proud. She smiled drunkenly at me, “Hi I’m Kara.”

As I started to introduce myself, she interrupted, “I’ve heard about you.”

Her gaze was definitely not directed to my eyes.

I said, “Don’t you have to have the Female Room 22 to get in here?”

“No. I have Room 22. I’m in Room 22.” Frank. Matter of Fact. No room to argue.

I didn’t.

Six other girls joined the motel room.

Fourteen eyes on me. Fourteen tan smooth legs. Fourteen tits propped up to cleavage. Redheads, blondes, brunettes, raven haired beauties. Too many girls for just one guy. I’d never felt more intimidated. I was surrounded in the shower on the first day of prison—I was about to get fucked.

Maggie turned and locked the door, even clipping in the chain. She smiled at me, her blue eyes sparking with glittery makeup and licked her lips, “I think we might have a camp first. Seven girls. One guy.”

This wasn’t real life. Seven drunk horny college girls locked in a room with me. Seven girls who had chose me on apparently word of mouth.

I stalled, “I hope there’s enough of me to go around.”

Maggie said, “There’s definitely enough.”

“Let’s introduce yourselves first. I only know Maggie.”

“Good idea,” Maggie said. “I’m Maggie.”

She stripped off her clothes. Pale, freckled. Full red bush. Small pink nipples. Belly button ring. Long lean and absolutely sexy. My cock took notice.

“Maggie should not have gone first,” a thick curvy blonde whined. “We can’t compete with that skinny body.”

I tried to calm them, “You’re all gorgeous. Seriously. Way too attractive to want to be with me. And I appreciate the enthusiasm Maggie, but let’s slow things down. I need a drink.”

A bottle of Bacardi appeared. Poured into a cup. It tasted like fruity death. The giggled when I coughed.

Maggie calmed them. It was hard to pay attention to her words when she was totally naked. “Don’t laugh. He’s still innocent. I only took his virginity a few days ago.”

“We can help you learn.”

“Let’s start with the basics.”

The girls giggled and entertained themselves while I took shots and briefly made out with each girl.

Clothes disappeared during the makeout. Every girl at least down to bra and panties. My cock tented my boxers. Maggie kept every hand away from my dick, telling them to wait.

The alcohol started to hit me. The music was loud. The girls were wild. Chanting. Chanting for my cock.

I stood up on the bed. Pulled down my underwear. Dear Jesus, please don’t let Maggie overhype my penis.

Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. Curses uttered. Lips licked.

Maggie grinned at their stunned faces, “I told you I wasn’t bullshitting. Now let’s get this circus started!”

She yanked my leg dropping me back to the bed, “Lay back. You’re no longer going to seeing this pretty girls. Your face will be covered in pussy the rest of the night.”

Without warning a girl straddled my face. Her pussy hovering above me, slowing lowering until she docked with my face. I gripped her legs, and did the only natural thing: eat that pussy until I was drowning.

While I licked and sucked various pussies, the girls played with the main attraction. I swear I her the click of cameras.

Hands. Then mouths. More hands. Then the suffocating condom. The too tight ones. I couldn’t complain. Couldn’t tell them to get a bigger size out of my pocket. Pussy filled my mouth.

Finally the glorious feel of new pussy on my cock.

I had no clue who was riding me. I only knew the feel of their pussies. Before this night, I would’ve said that seeing the girls was a main part of the experience—I didn’t know my addiction yet. This night confirmed it—my dick only needed the feel of pussy.

I’d keep fucking until I felt all seven. I wasn’t blowing my load early. The tight condom helped. Desensitized me. The discomfort always distracting me for that nut. My sinuses were stuffed with pussy juice. My tongue was worn out.

Occasionally fresh air would hit me as a girl dismounted my face. I’d gasp for breath. Seeing the sexy naked bodies around me. Girls fooling around with girls. Then darkness would envelop me again and I’d go back to eating pussy.

Then I felt the most incredible pussy again.

I screamed her named through the girl on top of me. “Maggie!!!”

Her laugh reached me between the thick thighs squeezing my face, “How’d you know it was me?”

You never forget your first.

I couldn’t tell her though. The weight of the girl above me pressed into my face. She ground against my nose. I was speechless in this state.

I concreted on the feel.

This was heaven. I wanted to feel this all the time. At least once a day. My cock was made for this pussy.

The body popped off my face. Heaven vanished from my cock.

“How have you not come yet?” Maggie vicariously stroked my cock after ripping off the seventh condom. Her red hair covering her freckled face.

I looked to my side. A curvy blonde sat panting. Her huge tits close enough to touch. Her ghostly nipples begged to be sucked.

Those big fat tits were my tigger.

I exploded. Covered myself in ropes of cum. Maggie guided my cock like a fire hose spraying white streams over my torso.

Multiple girls cleaned me up. Their tongues bathed my body, sucking up my semen.

I felt spent and dirty. My face crusted with pussy. My nose filled with pussy. My cock rubbed raw by the too tight condom. My neck stiff as a rusted bolt. Laying on your back and getting fucked wasn’t easy.

I needed a break.