Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette

Donna Lee and her friends were celebrating their last finals as seniors at the University of Pittsburgh. Donna had already accepted a full-time position with benefits as a Patient Relations Representative at one of the hospitals in the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center system. Donna was determined to get very drunk.

After several hours of drinking Donna’s best friend Mary Carter and several other classmates left the bar. Left to party on was Donna, Jeff Howling, Bob Springfield, Tim Shaffer, Mike McCormick, Ron Nolan and Frank Mulligan. The bartender called last call.

“If you guys buy the beer,” Donna said, “we can party at my place.”

Three hours later, Donna realized she was naked, on her back on the low table in her livingroom, her head hanging over the end of the table and all the guys were naked, too. The guys were kissing every inch of her body, their hands all over her. Someone got over her face on his knees. When she saw his huge, hard manhood she automatically opened her mouth. The huge penis slid into her mouth and she closed her eyes. Her head bobbed with the thrusting of his penis.

Someone opened her legs wide and started eating her out. The hard meat kept plunging in and out of her mouth. The guy eating her out knew what he was doing. She was so wet. She was so wet. Oh, she was so wet. Someone was sucking on her left breast. Someone was sucking on her right breast. She could feel her nipples rise up, hard and proud.

Cum began gushing into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. When the soft penis was taken out of her mouth another hard, fat one slid in. She sucked and sucked and sucked.

She felt her legs being raised and rested on someone’s shoulders. Then a hard meat began to slowly slide in and out of her vagina. Donna reached between her legs and began massaging her clitoris. So good. So good, she thought. Oh, so good.

She felt her mouth filling with warm cum. She moaned and started cumming herself.  It was the deepest orgasm she’d had in her life. She kept masturbating. She couldn’t get enough. Another hard meat slid into her mouth. She moaned and sucked greedily. Whoever was thrusting in her vagina began cumming. She felt warm liquid splashing on her breasts and stomach. Realizing the guys were masturbating on her, that their cum was splashing on her she felt her excitement building, building, building and oh she was cumming again. She couldn’t believe it. She was cumming again. Oh it felt so good. So good. So good.

Cum gushed into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Another hard penis slid into her vagina. Another hard penis slid into her mouth. She wanted more. She needed more. Oh, she thought, please please please more. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please please please don’t stop. Another orgasm began to build in her. It was going to be deep. It was going to be powerful. She kept masturbating. The guy in her vagina started cumming.  The guy in her mouth started cumming.  Donna’s body began rocking with an orgasm so strong she thought she was going to die from pleasure…

Donna awoke alone on the floor, her entire body and face sticky from dry cum. Daybreak peeked through the curtains. Donna felt strangely very happy. Released. Released from all her worries. Re-born. She forced herself to get up. She made her way to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and used mouth wash. She used the toilet. She took a long, hot shower. She dried herself with a fluffy white towel and rubbed an expensive body lotion over her body. She put on a new, white terry-cloth bathrobe. She went to the living room, sat on the sofa and used her cell phone to call her best friend, Mary.

After several rings Mary said, “Donna, do you know what time it is?”

“I think I’m in trouble.”

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”

“Jeff, Bob, Tim, Mike, Frank and Ron stayed over last night.”

“Oh, Donna! Did they…did they…”

“They didn’t have to. And I loved it. I mean I really, really loved it.”

“Donna, that’s disgusting. That is so disgusting. It’s disgusting to let men use you like that. That only happens in those movies.”

“Last night I was in one of those movies. I was the star. It’s just that no one was filming.”