I GOT GANGBANGED BY 20 GUYS 1 – Scene 1

Title: “A Throbbing Bouquet of Cock: My Latin Sirens’ Arrival in Destiny”
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The sultry beats of Enya’s Orinoco Flow filled the air as Mila rose from her bed, her taut, olive-tanned body glistening with a sheen of sweat from yet another restless night. Mila’s curvaceous figure was a cut from the cloth of the finest Latin tailors, her large, brown nipples poking pertly through a thin white t-shirt, while a tiny pair of polka-dot panties couldn’t contain the plush, pink-lipped slot dividing her thick, fleshy peach of a posterior. Slipping on a robe, Mila padded to the kitchen, her mind awhirl with fantasy and feverish imagination as she began her morning coffee ritual. And then, from the depths of her mental browser’s history, a memory stirred: the spurned advances of a Latin Lothario from college, his name lost to the abyss yet his monstrous, thickly veined cock seared into her erotic record. The coffee maker gurgled, but Mila paid it no mind, suddenly in rapturous visions of being mounted like a witch on a stake by a Latin army of such phallic Aryan KZ-troopers. Globs of ragged semen clung to her chin as the jet-black oilsmearing her vision’s oppressed damsel shone with an almost mother-of-pearl iridescence. Mila shuddered with an illicit lust, a yearning for pornographic excess.

And then, her phone buzzed with a number not saved in her contacts. Hesitantly, she answered. The caller spoke in a thick, accented baritone: “Buenos días, Mila. I am Steamwood. Your pussy selected me to make good on its dream.” Before Mila could process, Steamwood charged on. “At your address in ten. Dress divinely. Bringing 19 friends.”

Mila’s mind raced in a surreal whirlwind of eldritch pepper fantasies – a wall-to-wall throbbing of sufferable flesh, a human rotisserie bathed in rabid oil. She didn’t have to wait long. Her slutty mind subconsciously sashayed to the door, a single smoky lock of hair coyly adorning her forehead as she opened it to a 20-man battalion of thick-cocked chocolate awayers, all eyes upon her.

“Mila, meet your 20 cocks,” Steamwood coughed. The men were lions in the jungle, smiling dickwolves, slobber beasts. Mila turned around and they manhandled her, sliding her panties down, pushing their hot, shuddering bodies against her, letting her feel their meat march rising ramrod in her back and tauntingly poking her.

“Let us take you lady, we will fuck you forever,” Steamwood breathed in her ear, desert jags of heat rocketing through his pelvis as he brazenly dry humped her.
“I will fuck your ear and goosebump your earhole!” He flicked his tongue at her earlobe and her spine nearly shattered.

Lust now coursing through her veins like smutflavored ditchwater, Mila was driven to ground and opened and pried and slid and shimmied and caked, Spit roasting cocks before her, ass drilled, smashed tits poked, stared deep in eyes, legs up, legs spread, makeup running, and bukkaked beyond aesthetic reason. Her face was a mask of sperm, her tight, heavily hair-glazed brown slit blubbering with semen as a cock slid invisibly through to rearrange her internal organs, then one latched onto her earhole as promised. She beckoned the jets of semen, calling from her heart “Semen! I’ve got it in for you, semen! You goddamn spendthrift!”

The andro army of balls continued to whump and hit and slide in and out of her pink bukkake mess of depravity, their genitals a glistening tangle of dark, blue-veined jags plowing Mila’s pussy with single-minded desire. Their Latin cocks spread her out and made her mold herself to their purposes and desires, her anus and vulva and rear folds and vaginal canal becoming peculiarly spongy as each lust-crazed cum-drunk humanoid seeker of lays expressed himself eagerly and roughly.

When the final drop of jizz assaulted her face, Mila, her mind afflicted past joking now by babbling come, had been converted into a jiggling, suckling inhuman fucktoy, stockinged dove red-cheeked, nuts and balls in the face, sagging teats and squishy, come-tinged taint, paused at the head of her own cunt, dilated, and soapy with seed and saliva.

And then, the receptive Mila passed out, brain frying, sweat pooling in the crux of her legs and at her shoulder. She awoke later in a pool of her own spit and vaginal secretions, her skin still sticky with the remnants of her gangbang adventure. Smoke danced off her naked body as her lecherous mind reflected on the erotic nudity of it all – the forbidden, the lure, the depraved animal nature of the ravishment. Mila reflected on her lustful, crazed interludes and orgastic ejaculations and pencils-sucked dirty weekend frightful thoughts of marvelous well-springing of monotony – she wanted to unzip her face and examining the universe that lay beyond. For that, she mused, is the way of the lustful, writhing succubus who has Judeo-Christian values and has had these dreams before…