Orgy

You had only been in the bar for about a half hour. Already most of the men had become enchanted. All you had to do was look cute and fuckable. That was the easy part. The men ranged from everywhere to big burly types to the fairer young. No one really homely amongst them. Pretty average crowd.

You had the pick of the litter. Yet you wanted them all. The gruff farmers and workers had experience. Those more youthful faces had boundless energy. It was the best of both worlds in one rabble. They all wanted you and you alone too.

You occasionally got a **** glare from the bar maids. They were not getting the tips they would usually draw. Low cut outfits that teased were no competition. Why pay for being tantalized when you could grope the pretty boy for free. It helped you had an unnatural advantage. Both you and the love god were positively giddy at this situation. In your case it translated to a girlish giggle. Had to play it up for the crowd.

A dozen or so men had already bought you drinks. While the barmaids may of hated you, the owner was getting business. You would be getting the business soon too. The men were no doubt trying to get you all tipsy and warmed up. Little did they know it would take a lot more to get you drunk. Also, that they did not need booze to get you on your back.

It was actually cute how some of the younger men were timid. Almost like you were beyond their approach. You would have to show them they were just as loved. In contrast the older men were running hands on your thighs and stealing kisses. Much more bold. By now they had all decided not to care whether you were a guy or not. More than once you felt your hard dick squeezed under the table. Usually with some cheeky fucker smiling the whole time. Such was the love god's boon.

Small talk centered around the town. They were nice enough to include you in the conversation. When someone brought up the recent attack that destroyed the farm outside of town the mood was almost somber. Seems no one found the body. Damndest thing the men all said. However it warmed your heart when they toasted to that poor farmer wherever he was. You even toasted. "May that poor son of a bitch find a better life." Oh if only they knew.

It was getting close to the witching hour and your entourage had gone through half the bar's stock in a night. The bar owner, an older brunette woman, eyed her coin hungrily. She had been sequestered in her office for most of the night but came out to see what the talk was about. Something was whispered to one of the barmaids and the barmaid relayed the message to you. "There is a private room upstairs you can have for the night for company. My boss only wants any coin you get in exchange."

Well, this was a development you liked. When you polished off the mug of ale you excused yourself upstairs. "I will be, of course, leaving the door unlocked. If anyone wants to keep me company." What followed after you was a horde unlike any army.

As demure as you were up the stairs, your entourage was not. Men racing up the stairs, tearing off shirts, leaving heaps of coin in payment without counting the bill. Even the barmaids were happy when they got to keep that extra. Multiple men rushed in front of you to offer to open the door. Such gentlemen. If you ignored the pantsless one with the raging erection pointed at you. Your response was another girlish giggle.

You did not even bother closing the door behind you. There was a line going into the room starting at the stairs. Leading all those men on had a delightful consequence. The first couple took you together. A father and his son. At first you were surprised at the taboo. Then the father started showing his son how to do it. Surprise fell to the wayside when burly arms hefted you up and spread your legs.

You were more than ready for any action but guiding the young man and his own dad inside you was making your heart race. Both throbbing fat cocks wanted you at the same time. How could you argue. The feel of the older man's breath on your neck was so hot. His beard was rough on your skin.

The older man behind you kept a pace to demonstrate to his boy. This was almost heartwarming. Every so often he would mutter a slurred curse as his thick cock plunged in. His son had more energy to make up for inexperience. That youthful spunk was endearing. There was no way of picking a favorite.

The son on the other hand was a little more gentle. He even wrapped his hand around your cock as they bred you. Raw cock pounding your tight little hole. **** lingered in the air along with the sweat of a rough fuck. They were both splitting you open. Worn hands gripped your thighs hard as their nuts churned seed. Oh you would love tonight. Your little moans were drowned out by their grunts.

Your slender hands ran over the bare back of the son. Strong muscles, years of farm work paying off. Oh you liked that. Well you would like anything with a pole or hole. You never knew you could love the company of men this much. Their dicks kept pounding together, fat cockheads pulsing inside you.

You shot a load into the son's hand. It was intense enough you arched into the older man. A long whorish moan escaped your lips before you took turns kissing the men. They used you like a toy and god you loved it. So did the love god apparently. Judging by his babbling. The duo left your hole a sloppy mess but they were not the last. The product of familial bonding dribbled down your leg.

You never even got the chance to disrobe that night. Their was no pause inbetween the next load. The next group was a trio. You rode one on the floor as two took turns with your mouth. All fairly young boys. Farm hands you figured. You especially loved the blonde. Ten inches and the most beautiful full nuts you had seen yet.

You did not waste the blonde's load. Took his cock to the root and let him cum down your throat. The veins of his dick throbbed against the roof of your mouth. That is not to say his friend got a raw deal. His cum painted your face and hair. It felt hot to be marked like that. With them out of the way you rode your third friend hard.

When his seed spurted deep in you you felt the warmth. Cute little exhausted faces. The trio tried to regain their breath but where pushed aside. They were at least nice enough to give you a tip. Well, one of several. You tried looking as grateful as you could with a mouthful of dick. The night was young and you had a lot more fun ahead.