My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 04

It was all making her so damn wet. She could feel her juices start to cream her boy shorts. She had left her breasts exposed, and she no longer cared. Being the only shy one in a room full of sexual extroverts was making it a little easier to just give in, blend in, ride the sexual waves. Drunk with arousal.

Then of course Jessy upset the status quo. The fit vampire lay down on the bed again, motioned for two of the boys to join her — Chris and Isaac again — and right before Natasha's eyes, they got down on their knees and leaned over the bed to put their heads against Jessy's thighs and ass. They reached up, shifted the woman's thong aside, and began to bury their faces into the crevices of Jessy's butt and pelvis.

Jessy kept her eyes on Natasha though. Lying on her side as she was, she took one of Natasha's pillows, put it under her head, and got comfy while watching. Her mouth was already parted, and small moans escaped the Gangrel while the two men devoured her. Natasha couldn't see exactly what they were doing with their heads and hands in the way, but it was obvious that Jessy was enjoying two sets of lips and tongues against both of her holes.

The image of two tongues, one on her pussy and the other on the rose of her ass, had Natasha's fake breath quickened in no time. She dared not speak of her porn habits, and how much of that frequently involved double penetration; she was already overflowing her embarrassment quota and anymore might make her explode. It's not like a vampire needed to worry about cleaning themselves before some anal play, so of course she'd experimented! And... kept experimenting. A lot. Privately.

Jessy mewled, and Natasha was struck dumb watching her friend reduced to the most sexual sounds she'd ever heard come from the Gangrel.

Unable to take it anymore, Natasha slipped her fingers into her boyshorts and forced them off. Clumsy, but done. The look of absolute bliss coming from Jessy sent tingles up Natasha's spine. The fact that Brad and the remaining ghoul both groaned at the sight of her naked sent more.

"Brad, uh... um... I want you t-to... lick me." Just ghouls, they were just ghouls. Hell, Brad seemed overjoyed at the chance to touch her, and he helped her when she started to shift down toward his face. In fact, he picked her up. She was such a tiny thing, a light and skinny little girl, and the large kine had only to slip his hands under her thighs to lift her and ease her down until she was sitting on his lips, facing his stomach.

She was sitting on his lips.

Before her was a valley of blood-filled muscle. The big kine's huge phallus was lying across his abs now, begging to be touched, rising a few inches every so often as he flexed it. But when she put her hands on his chest, her knees on the blankets around him, ideas of touching him vanished, replaced with pleasure when his warm, wet tongue found her pussy.

"Ah... nn..." She put her hands to her mouth to stop the sounds, but it didn't help much. Tongue, someone's tongue, on her clitoris. Something warm, warmer than her, and wet and soft and moving and wriggling and nuzzling into her. Licking her. The sparks of pleasure shot out from her clitoris into her legs and core, sharp and hot, until she was forced to put her hands against his stomach to keep from falling forward.

With her fingers on his body, she dug them into the dents and shapes of his muscles a little. Warm, blood, alive, breathing. God she wanted to bite him, drink him. But, she wanted him to keep licking her too. The little bumps on his tongue, the wet heat that coated her tiny labia, the flicking and massaging motion. Don't stop.

She looked to Jessy again. The woman was still on her side, one leg up, two heads between her legs. Her mouth had opened, and guttural groans were coming out of her, closer to an animal than a woman. One of her arms was wrapped tight around the pillow her head was against, and the other was holding the hair of the man in front of her.

And she was looking at Natasha, staring at her. There was hunger in her eyes when she looked at her, and it only grew as the two men devoured her. Natasha managed a little wave at Jessy, and her friend returned it with a chuckle. With the tingling sparks of a coddled clit warming her body, Jessy's primal gaze stirred something in Natasha. From uncomfortable, to enticing.

The little Mekhet looked at the final ghoul. The man looked like he was going to die from sheer arousal, with his cock twitching and jumping every so often, stuck out from his pelvis at forty-five degrees. The head of the shaft was swollen, ready to burst, and Natasha could see a drop of moisture on the opening.

"W-what's... your... name?" she said. Little squeaks got into her voice, try as she might to hide them. Her whole body was blushing bright red, and her pink nipples stood from her petite breast, defiant against her small bosom. The mixture of embarrassment and arousal was already making talking hard, but to look at the big man in front of her, talk to him, while another man was suckling on her clit? Overload.

"Vincent ma'am."

"V-V-Vincent, you... come... here." She gestured to the spot beside her. No room left on the bed, but that didn't mean Vincent couldn't get closer.

The man came and stood beside her, hands at his sides. His cock was only a foot away from her now, and she turned to look at it. The height and angle put it all directly beside her face, and she stared at the engorged glans, then at the man above her. Like Jessy, he had hunger in his eyes, locked on her and her body.

Everyone wanted to have sex with her! Jessy included! So... so...

She came. Her back arched toward the man beneath her, and she dug her fingers into his muscles as the tingling waves hit her. The blissful muscle clench, the pleasure sparks that worked down into her legs, to her toes, made her voice come out in short squeaks, she did it all. Any sense of self control she had, she knew was gone, washed away as the tingling clenches worked up through her squeezing muscles.

Natasha looked over at Jessy. The tall woman was getting comfortable on top of her ghoul now, pulling him up to lay on the bed, the same as Brad. Without so much as a glance, Jessy grabbed the man's shaft, guided it toward her entrance, and sank down onto his cock to the hilt. Once she was comfortable, hands on Chris's shoulders, she smiled at Natasha.

"Looking good," she said.

Really, straight out of a bad action movie. Natasha tried to roll her eyes, tried to dismiss Jessy's compliment for the cheesy thing it was, but Brad started to lick her sensitive clit once more, and she squeaked.

Jessy laughed, and snapped her fingers. Isaac grabbed the lube they'd brought, and with a practiced hand, began to apply it along his length until it was glistening. Natasha stared, a little dumbfounded as Jessy leaned forward toward the man beneath her so Isaac could begin to apply the lube to her ass.

Then he set his swollen cock's head between Jessy's ass cheeks, and started to step in.

Natasha looked at Jessy, eyes wide, drinking in the facial expressions of her friend. Jessy's mouth was open, and as much as she was trying to look back at Natasha, her eyes drifted up into her skull as Isaac sank an inch into her ass, and then another, and another. And once he was completely within the vampire, Jessy growled, a deep animal sound, and began to ride her ghouls. Both of them, at the same time, on her own. The two men barely had to do a thing, just hold on as the woman started to shift her hips back and forth, with a small bounce too.

Ok, that might be a bit too far for Natasha, especially for her first time trying the orgy thing. But that didn't mean Natasha didn't want to watch Jessy, her bouncing breasts, her large ass molding to Isaac's body with each impact, and the pleasure dripping from her friend's face.

Natasha crawled off of Brad's face, turned around, and sat on his stomach facing him. It'd been a long time since she'd had sex, decades. Orgasms were a frequent part of her life; she had the internet after all. And vibrators. But actual sex with another person? It'd been so damn long.

She leaned forward to raise her butt, reached down between her legs to find the man's cock, and guide it up to her wet slit. Fingers around his girth, she shivered over the size of him, and squeezed the hardness with more experimentation. Why did Jessy have to get such big ghouls with such big dicks? A girl didn't need to feel like she was giving birth every time she had sex!

A glance over to Jessy told Natasha otherwise, at least in Jessy's case. Girl was arching her back and groaning more as the ghoul behind her gave her long, deep plunges of his huge member into her ass. She still had her thong on too, pulled over onto her ass check. And it looked so damn amazing, how the strong woman fit between the two big ghouls, and took both of them into her at the same time.

Small bites first, Natasha. Nodding to herself, she smiled down at the subservient creature underneath her, and started to sink herself down onto his shaft.

The sensation of being opened, of wet, hot lips being spread taut and the bumps and ridges of flesh rubbing on flesh made her mewl. Her squeezing pussy found the base edge of his glans, and she shivered at how much his cock's head opened her tiny body. Her fingers grew wet as her juices trickled down his length, and wetter as she sank more of his length into her, until her liquids collected between her fingers. Deeper again, her little canal filled to the end, and she shivered as the man's tip pressed to her cervix.

But she was so aroused, what little pain it brought was replaced with a deep wave in her core that made her groan, tremble, and sink down further. Still a couple inches to go, and she started to gasp and pant, no matter how useless oxygen was, as the ghoul's oversized phallus pushed her insides deeper. Everything was stretched to the limit, and her poor muscles were quivering as she shifted on the girth rubbing along her g-spot. Mental note: if you ever get a ghoul for a sex slave, check penis size. Any bigger than this and she was liable to break.

But, as her little lips found the base of him, she leaned forward onto the man's chest, hands to his pectorals, and she moaned, loudly, as the man started to move. Just a little, just enough to make her squirm.

Poor Vincent, forced to watch. She wasn't up for something as lecherous as what Jessy was doing, but that didn't mean she should ignore him, right? She reached out for his cock with her hand, and pulled him a little closer, until his phallus was in front of her face again.

"Brad, you um... t-take my hips, ok? And... and... keep it gentle! While I..." While I pleasure Vincent.

The big guy beneath her nodded, put his hands on her hips, and started to rock her back and forth. Certainly not like Jessy beside her, who had cum again, and collapsed on her ghoul's chest. Chris and Isaac slowed down, gave her a break while she recovered, and fucked her in a slow, delicious rhythm that had Natasha watching, and mimicking. Brad caught on quick, and shifted her hips back and forth in that same, slow, perfect way that had his cock rubbing against her insides while her clit tickled along his body.

And Vincent, she squeezed his girth, one hand wrapped around it, the other pressed to Brad to keep herself balanced. But, as she squeezed and caressed his cock, she opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the swollen tip.

She hadn't thought about it, hadn't meant to, but it was right there in front of her, with her fingers around it and its smell of sex and blood and life. And she'd never tell anyone, but... she really wanted to. It always seemed like such a carnal thing, so salacious, so... empowering. The look on Vincent's face, the deep, quiet moan, the way his cock flexed in her grip as she licked the ripe flesh, made her head swim.

"That... is so... fucking hot," Jessy said, staring.

Natasha managed a small, coy smile at her. Coy? She never did coy. But, she couldn't help herself. Everything was making blood rush to her head, fake life or not, and her whole body was tingling with impending orgasm. This was fun.

"Hey, Chris." Jessy pat the man beneath her on the cheek, and slid off of his cock. "Go join Vincent."

Natasha let go of Vincent, and twisted to look at Jessy full on. "W-what?"

Jessy, smirking and grinning, raised a knee so Chris could get out from under her. The man got on a knee beside Natasha on the bed, one leg off and on the floor so he was half standing, and he waited. They had self control, she had to give them that. He looked ready to burst, with precum dripping from the tip and down the cock's underside. Even more so, his whole cock was dripping with Jessy's cum.

Just as Natasha was about to protest, Brad found a perfect, oh god so fucking perfect rhythm, enough so she could feel his thickness drag along her swollen insides. She was soaking him, a copious amount of her fluids leaking onto his cock. Never, in all her masturbating sessions, did she ever get this wet. But having the man rock her with a gentle sway, while two other men waited for her to pleasure them? She was sinking into a pit of pure, lecherous sex.

And as much as she thought the night would be spent with her telling the ghouls what to do, she shivered when she put her lips onto Chris's cock, and heard him groan too. The power of it, of holding his pleasure in her hands, of a single suckle along the fat, swollen tip forcing the man to shudder, it made her feel... high.

Or it could have been Brad, and the man's perfect rocking of her small body on his cock. She weighed nothing, and he was more than strong enough to lift and move her enough for the both of them. The constant, blissful stimulus was making it hard to think straight, to do anything other than mewl, squeak, and moan.

One hand around Vincent's cock, the other around Chris's, she forgot about her new covenant, her issues with Maria and Daniel and Damien, her need to find a new apartment, all of it. Just let herself go, and stroked the two men faster. Every so often, she changed who she was kissing, suckling, but she managed to keep her hands moving on the two men, enough so the both of them were smiling down at her with voracious eyes.

She didn't have much practice with this sort of thing, but she'd seen enough porn — the good stuff, the stuff that indulges in slow, sensual, detailed scenes — to know what a good blowjob looked like. With suckling lips she slid the moist folds along the man's ripe flesh, down to the rim of the bulbous tip, and worked her lips back and forth along the base edge. Chris put a hand on her shoulder while his other struggled to find something to hold onto. Vincent also put a hand on her, and she smiled, giddy and drunk, before putting her lips onto his cock instead.

"Look at you." Jessy, grinning like a devil, rolled over onto her back, and got closer. A lot closer. She shifted her way over until she was lying down next to Brad shoulder to shoulder, so Chris was on a knee between where their legs would have touched. On her back now, she put a pillow under her butt, and got comfortable with her legs wide.

Natasha looked over at her, at her hard body of lean muscle and beautiful curves, at her smooth legs, her smooth pussy, her breasts jiggling against her body as Isaac fucked her. He'd slowed down, a little at least, and hooked her leg further from Natasha over his shoulder. Her other leg was out to the side so everything was visible, and Natasha found her eyes locked onto where the man slid his cock into her ass.

Jessy was loving it. With her back arched, butt on the pillow, and hands underneath her head, she was relaxed and perfectly at home with a man fucking her ass, sinking himself into her until every inch was gone. The woman's pussy was leaking juices down onto the man's shaft, and leaking more as he worked his length back and forth inside her. More than enough apparently, for Jessy to groan and shift her hips as another orgasm went into her legs and curled her toes.

Look at you, she'd said. In a small amount of time Natasha had gone from sheepishly touching a man's cock, to riding it while stroking and blowing two other men. There was no word to describe the depths she'd sunk to, and the freedom she felt.

She stroked Chris faster, and put her lips back onto him, licking and suckling. Couldn't imagine her skills were any good, but it didn't seem to matter to the boys, who were all making tiny moans and groans as she played with them. And their eyes, their hungry eyes spurred her on, until Chris started to shudder and his cock flexed within her mouth.

His cum flooded her. She was most definitely not prepared for the taste of it, which she'd never tasted in her whole life, dead or not. Some salt, some bitterness, and most definitely not Kindred friendly; she wouldn't be able to digest it. If he'd been a vampire, it'd have faded to nothing before that became a problem, but a ghoul was flesh and blood and life. So she opened her mouth, and let it fall back onto the man's cock, down her chin, and onto her chest.

Everyone groaned. Natasha blinked up at Chris, but glanced at the others in the corner of her vision. They were all staring at her and her breasts, where she felt the warm drops of cum land. Thick, heavy globs of the white liquid fell from her lips, some of if trailing along the corner of her jaw before sliding down her neck and onto her chest. And she wanted more. She licked along the man's glans, suckling and kissing the swollen tip, until more gushes of his cum were falling onto her chest.

Only when Chris had to back away, overstimulated, did she let go of him and turn toward Vincent. She gave him the same treatment, suckling, kissing, doing everything her mind told her she should be embarrassed about. But that little voice was gone, and the beast in her belly was happy to indulge in raw, sexual freedom, before the meal.

Vincent came quickly, and she peeked up at the kine, at the muscles and blood before her as she worked her lips back and forth. She let it spill from her mouth the same, and down her tiny body until it was trickling down her stomach. Two hands free now, she put the other on his leg to brace herself in toward him while she milked him of his cum.

When he was done, she let him go too, and both men sat down on the other end of the bed, looking over the lying Brad and Jessy to her. Bodies squashed together on her bed. They looked at Jessy a little too, but mostly her, and the cum dripping down her body.

Brad started to thrust up into her. She hadn't asked him to, and if he'd said he was going to start shoving his hips up to meet her, she probably would have stopped him. But the big ghoul started to pound upward, and she was left to bounce on his cock as he held her hips and pulled her down to meet each thrust.

She turned into a squeaking mess, weight falling forward and hands grabbing his chest as best she could. Didn't work very well, and soon she was on a hand and elbow, almost falling over but unable as the huge ghoul drove his cock into her little body, just enough to hurt a little. More than enough to make her start to tremble as her insides squeezed and the pleasure ripped through her. Composure — not that she had much left — was out the window, and she collapsed completely onto Brad's chest as he sank his cock balls deep into her with a hard thrust, again, and again. The audible splashing sound was her cum, and she knew it. It was on her pussy's lips, on Brad's pelvis, and all along her thighs until it dripped down to her knees.

"Brad, you dickhead, ease up. She said be gentle." Jessy gave him a slap on the shoulder, and he stopped.

Thank god. Quivering, tender insides clenching with each wave of orgasm, she set her hands against Brad's chest, and forced herself to sit up. Didn't help much. The tingly waves, right down into her toes and up into her shoulders, every one had her trembling and her squeaks coming out. She sounded like a mouse, but she couldn't help it.