Chapter 25: Main Event

Jacob got up, soon followed by her brother. Sara slid herself slowly down to the end, her legs once again held primly tight together

“Time to come out for your main event, I think. Unless you guys just want another round? No?” Peter sounded half-amused, half-interested about the next phase.

Talia crawled out and stood a little self-consciously next to the cooler at the end of the table

“Hey, Sara, can you grab the blanket?”

Talia watched as Sara bent to the side and grabbed the blanket, the woman’s bare backside gleaming in the leaf-filtered sunshine. Sara sat back up and pushed the blanket onto the table, turning to glance at the two half-naked men.

“I’m, erm, where did my shorts go?” She asked, looking underneath the table again while the boys got up from the table, all but Robbie grabbing their jeans and sliding them back on.

Peter had a look on his face that Talia recognized. “Hmm. Why don’t you just stay like that? You could say ... I dare you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Hmm, mmm. You definitely weren’t shy a few minutes ago.”

“That was different.”

“I know. That’s what makes this a little fun.” Peter slowly stroked himself for a moment before going to the cooler, grabbing a drink, and boldly playing with Talia on her bare bottom, his hand sliding between her cheeks and making her squirm in place. He turned to look at Sara, his hand keeping busy the whole time.

“It’s clear you like to look. And I bet you liked to be looked at as well.”

Sara still protested, “Maybe, but I’m not like Niki!”

Peter just smiled, nodding at Frank as if they shared a secret. “Never said you were.”

“Fine,” Sara said, almost huffily, as if she was still under some sort of duress.

“Yeah, I bet. I’m thinking you just like to protest.”

“Hmmmph,” she replied, turning and sitting with her bare bottom sticking out.”

“Hmmmm.”

Jacob and Robbie spread out the blanket on the picnic table. Frank nodded as he watched and then announced, “We discussed what might be fun from your stories, and decided on the Games one. This is like the end of the gaming night. You know, Niki is on the table, going in a circle.”

Talia nodded, her imagination running. She had not only sucked, but fucked four of them last time. Adding two more was not a huge deal, though she was fairly certain she would be quite sore tomorrow. And if sucking off 10 or more guys at the adult arcade was not enough proof that she was a slut, the equivalent of a 6-man gangbang - a willing gangbang - definitely left no doubt. Crawling up on the table, lying back and spreading her limbs slightly, Talia knew she could stop this at any time; Peter would be sure of that. But she had no intention of stopping. She was dripping wet with anticipation, and her nipples ached for them to be played with while they all gathered around her.

“Yeah, slide her up a little, perfect.” Talia soon felt numerous hands on her body, tracing every inch of her skin. Fingers traced her breasts, lightly pinched her nipples, and gently counted her ribs. Tingles ran up and down her spine while even more hands ran along her stomach and across her hips. She was not surprised to feel more hands running up and down her legs, two of them sliding along her inner thighs, zeroing in on her wet sex. Fingers were tracing her eyes, cheekbones, lips, and chin, and she could feel a dampness when the fingers were replaced with the tip of a hard cock. As the fleshy head traced her cheeks and chin, she felt them work her a bit further over the edge of the table, her head tilting back further and further until she could feel the cock pressing directly ahead against her lips. Upside down, the view was rather uninspiring, though kinky, and she opened her mouth to let them slide into her mouth, their hands coming down on either side of her face as they began to slowly fuck her face. Talia groaned, feeling the hands on her body becoming more intimate, her nipples under constant attack, and two or three hands taking turns fingering her wet hole. Hands were everywhere, and the mental image she had in her mind when she had written that scene fell so far short of what she was feeling now. Sucking hungrily, she felt like a writhing, willing sex object, and when the cock pulled free, and another took its place, she barely recognized that there had been any change. She knew, on some level, that the man at her head had changed, and so the position and owners of the hands caressing her had changed, but she had no real vision of anything except a bare pair of legs and a dangling set of balls, this particular pair appearing almost rigid and riding high.

Flushed with arousal, eagerly wriggling to meet all the hands touching her, Talia was aware of nothing but a parade of hard cocks sliding into her mouth, none of them for very long, as if they knew there was something better coming.

“You know, this table won’t quite work; we can only reach one end at a time like this, not like in Games. How about...”

Talia felt her lips close on nothing as the cock pulled away, and she felt herself being lifted to a sitting position. She saw that they all had discarded their pants again, and judging by how hard they were, she was sure she had just sucked off all except Peter. She would not have mistaken any of the group’s more normally sized cocks for Peter’s thick knob.

She saw Sara still sitting at the other end of the table, her face flushed and a hand obviously trapped between her own thighs. She had gotten a front row seat to Talia’s cunt being probed by hand after hand after hand. Perhaps even by Sara’s own fingers, Talia honestly had no idea.

“Get up for a second, Niki, we are going to move the blanket a bit.” Talia glanced at Peter, trying to figure out what he was doing, but did not delay her movement, easily turning and sliding off the table. She stretched a little, showing off, well aware they were all looking at her. The more she did this, the more she reveled in the pure freedom she felt, embracing her exhibitionistic and hedonistic side.