Spencer’s Second

Spencer is standing on the edge of the rugby field, watching a game. The men playing it are shapeless, except for one, her husband, Chad. He’s running, the ball in his hands, a smile on his face, his rugged frame straining against his kit, his blond hair thrown back as if he’s the hero in a bad movie. Then a shapeless opponent tackles him, not bringing him down, just slowing him, until another man can join the tackle, first opponents, next teammates. Soon he’s lost in the middle of a ruck, and men keep throwing themselves into it. A crush of more than thirty, men after men throwing themselves into the crowd, crawling between legs, flopping on top of the pile. No cries, just moans. Sexual moans of pleasure.

You invisibly tug on Spencer, and she turns away from the rugby field and into the empty corridors of the school. Empty except for the continuing moans she left behind. Moans that echo down the corridor. Moans that draw her deeper into the school.

They draw her to the staff room, where she finds you and her friends.

You’re lying on one of the sofas, naked. Abigail is riding you, her pussy sliding up and down your cock, her moans filling the air, her naked breasts bouncing. Layla is riding your face. She’s just as naked, just as busty, just as loud with her moans, her hands grasping Abigail’s breasts to keep her balance as your tongue devours her twat. Krystal and Anissa kneel at the edge of the sofa, their tongues lapping at your balls, at Abigail’s asshole. They too are naked, and their fingers are in their other one’s pussies, wriggling out their own orgasms.

All of them are moaning. All of them are lost in pleasure. Spencer stands there astounded. The longer she watches, the less she’s wearing. Her clothes evaporating as her flesh flushes. Her panties dissolving as her pussy leaks its juices.

She whimpers. This draws attention of the women pleasuring you. Anissa turns away from sucking your balls and looks at her friend. “Come join us. This is the best.”

Spencer whimpers as “No.”

But now Krystal is turning to her and telling her, “Come join us. This is the best.”

And Layla pauses from her moaning to tell her, “Come join us. This is the best.”

Then Abigail pauses in her rocking to look her friend in the eyes and say, “Your husband is having his fun on the rugby field. Shouldn’t you have fun as well.”

And Spencer shouts “No.” And the world dissolves into darkness.

And you find yourself lying in your bed, the memories of the four woman-orgy challenging your manhood.