Strange Hunger

Hanna tasted blood. She realized she had bitten the inside of her cheek to keep from mewling; but it didn't faze her. It had happened before. Her white-knuckled grip on Nomi's hand shook as she heard the next mark stepping toward her, fumbling desperately with his zipper, and urged him silently: Come on you filthy fucker, come on...

This one masturbated over her for a moment with loud rasping breaths before he mustered the courage to line his weapon up, sliding home on a slimy trail of his friends' spunk and sheathing himself with a wrenching groan. She let out a small whimper of pleasure as she felt her walls stretching around him; he was bigger than the first two, and she could feel the tickle of his hot balls nestling against her swollen labia as he held himself in position for a moment, savouring the wet heat of her as her sugar walls quivered around him.

He started in with a stream of clearly porn-inspired dirty talk as he started to thrust, chanting variations on "Ohhh fuck you fucking dirty little bitch take it, take it," rattling the bunk's frame even harder than his companions had done. She jolted and came off even harder as he plumbed her churning depths with long, deep strokes. Hanna had to cover her mouth with her free hand as little moans and murmurs escaped her, the clenching spasms of her pussy around the prick taking hold of her as bolts of ecstasy sizzled through her young body, roiling her mind and her stuffed socket almost painfully as she sucked him in, her hips starting to grind helplessly as his filthy chanting escalated: "Take all that cock up that slutty little cunt you fucking whore fucking take it take-it-take-it ahhhgghhhh..."

Though he seemed resolved to take it slower at first, he lasted only about a minute longer than Nate had before his strokes accelerated rapidly and he lost control, his rivers of verbal obscenities deteriorating into inarticulate snarls and babbling as he balled her harder and harder until he suddenly let out a high, keening cry and sheathed himself to the utmost with forceful savagery, driving her into a fresh explosion of frothing climax as she fought to hold in her cries and her clit swelled with agonizing sensitivity and star burst across her eyelids once more. Her head was spinning as she felt him spurting his hot load deep inside her, swamping her clenching cunny with what seemed like a half-dozen volleys of fresh sperm as he let out a weird hissing sound of satisfaction.

"Mmm hmmm..." she moaned quietly as her snatch seized on him and milked that throbbing member for all it was worth, until finally he too was pulling free, leaving her hole gaped yearningly around the imprint of his tool as he reeled and staggered away. He didn't even make it to one of the other bunks; she heard him collapse against the nearby wall instead, sliding to the floor as his legs buckled and he gasped awed imprecations as the aftershocks of pleasure washed through both of them.

Even as it happened, the next one was already crouching over her, his stiff little chubby surging into her cunt. This one was stubby but impressively thick, stretching her mouth deliciously as big ropes of his buddies' jism splattered out around his vigorous swiving. He had stripped off his jeans and his flesh clapped loudly against hers as he hollered "Ohhh fuuuck," reaming her with the same primal pumping urgency Nate had done, bringing her off in an other explosive, furiously clenching orgasm with just over a minute and a half of grunting, sweating, swearing fury, wracking both her supple flesh and the loudly-complaining frame of the bunk with such violence that Hanna felt her friend's hand began to tighten around hers in alarm. Hanna just popped her eyes open, shaking her head in a quiet no at the question she saw in Nomi's gaze as she bit her lower lip and fucked subtly back against him and savoured the orgasm that was spattering her juices all over his plunging prick in that moment.

Finally he slapped her soft ass and cussed her out and his climax came boiling out of him, his thickset tool spitting into her with a contribution of creamy spend even more prodigious than his predecessors', leaving her twitching and shuddering in his wake as he staggered away and left her abused pink slit still clutching as it overflowed with hot, dripping cum.

That last orgasm still had a hold of her as 'Spence' came over from the doorway to take his turn. It was a rapid-fire exchange of one male member for another, the next one claiming her even as the orgasm from the last prick was still roiling her satiny channel, and that fact in itself sent her directly into her most powerful paroxysms of climax yet as her slit embarked on its fifth ride. Spence had to take his pleasure through a sloppy, slimy mess of bubbling sperm that might have given a guy pause in a different situation, but the feverish lust that had seized the room had full hold of him and he didn't skip a beat, plunging his long, slender and almost scimitar-curved tool into her with his own guttural noises of delight.

Hanna's private Filthy Fucker Award for Best Use of Leverage quickly went to Spence as he stiffened his skinny body, braced both of his hands against the top bunk and started hammering into her from above like an oil derrick plumbing the depths of the earth for crude - in this case crude passion and illicit pleasure, his hips slapping sharply and rapidly against her as he gritted his teeth at the unbearably tight milking action of her slippery twat. The machine-gun orgasm his first thrust had pulled out of her had quickly segued into yet another whimpering climax as his thrusts accelerated wildly, his stem corkscrewing and powering into her from what seemed to be a different angle with every full-length lunge until he finally howled out the single word "Fuuuuck!" from the depths of his being and pumped his searing load into her writhing body, one bullet after another until finally his cock slackened and he slumped to his knees like a man at prayer.

All was quiet for a moment. Hanna let herself wriggle and whimper a bit, showing off her extravagantly full and overflowing cunt for its ravagers as she made like their brutal treatment was strumming a chord somewhere inside the stupor of alcohol in which she and Nomi supposedly lay. Finally Spence was crawling away to prop himself against the opposite bunk and she heard the guys sharing a chuckle of released tension.

"Jesus, Spence," she heard Nate drawl. "You didn't wake her up with that performance, she really is out of it. Her dyke friend, too. I'm willing to bet half the other dorms heard you."

"Sorry," came the chagrined reply. "Got a little carried away." But the fresh round of chuckles was good natured. They were men who had crossed a boundary of mortal sin, or thought they had, and found the world hadn't come to an end after all.

"Just think," Nate's Mate added. "If she's that fucking good unconscious, what a piece of ass she'd be with her eyes open."

That one proved to be a bit too on-the-nose for the mood of the room, though. The chuckles subsided into sombreness as the guys contemplated her supposedly dormant body and the way their sperm streamed from the swollen cunt they'd all just fucked. They listened to her little moans and whimpers—she added an extra plaintive note of dreamy, uncomprehending torment to some of these for dramatic effect—and perhaps wondered how all of this was even now echoing in her psyche. And they seemed to retreat into themselves, into a heavier silence, as the implications of what they had done began to sink in.

But Hanna heard one more of them getting up now, from the furthest bunk nearest the door. Where faux-virtuous 'Windows' had gone to sulk and pretend he wasn't watching. Her belly clenched with anticipation as she realized the ride wasn't over yet, and she listened with bemusement to the misplaced note of concern in Nate's voice now as he said: "Hey, man. Don't feel... you know, you don't have to do it just cause we did."

"You're a little fucking late to board the Morality Train, Nate," Windows snapped. But the ragged undertone in his voice betrayed the arousal underneath his outrage. "I'm complicit in this anyway, I didn't stop you, did I? Might as well go all the way, right?"

"'Attaboy," Nate's Mate said in apparent prologue to heartier praise yet, but something—maybe a look Windows gave him—quickly shut him up.

Hanna breathed deeply and centred herself against a sweet rush of anticipation as Windows prepared to make official his descent into Filthy Fucker status with the rest of them. But unlike the others, he wasn't in a scrabble get into her cunt as quickly as possible; and she had to fight not to stiffen in surprise when he crouched down behind her, took luxuriant hold of her pliant bottom-globes and prised them apart to contemplate her tight asshole. Her heart pounded when she felt him spit on it and realized what was about to happen.

His friends reacted with surprise, too. "Damn, man," Spence was saying. "Are you really gonna—"

"Look at that fucking mess," Windows retorted, evidently referring to the mass of jism streaming and bubbling out of her swollen slit. "Think I'm taking sloppy sixths after all you savages? Not a chance."

His zipper was coming down now, and Hanna could feel Nomi tensing up again, opened her eyes to see that same question looking back at her. Is this too far? Should I do something? The knuckle-duster was rising to the ready. Hanna hesitated for a long moment but again shook her head no.

She didn't close her eyes again this time, though, and her white-knuckled grip on Nomi's hand grew even tighter. The two friends shared a silent communion as Windows spat again, apparently anointing his dick with his hand this time... and then it was pressing against the rim of Hanna's asshole. She did her best to relax and let it in, its blunt head hot and wide as the pressure built and built... until...

"Rrrghhh!" Windows gave a little grunt as his manhood finally breached, her ass spreading and swallowing it and enveloping him in the dank heat of her bowels as he let out a long sigh of pleasure. "Oh fuck... I can't believe I'm doing this... I'm sorry, baby... oh fuck..."

Hanna felt her eyes go even wider as he pushed deeper with each whispered imprecation. His cock wasn't as large as the mushroom-shaped breadth of its head implied, and it didn't hurt as such. He was plenty big enough to feel huge in that tightest of spaces, though, and the rude, nasty sensation of having her ass penetrated was unusual for one of these sessions. She savoured the dark pleasure radiating from her stuffed bunghole, subtly bucking back against him as he worked his way in and in, oh-so-slowly, until finally he was sheathed to the root and the heat of his ballsack was hotly tickling the rim of her aperture.

Then he began to fuck it. She watched Nomi's expression slip from concern into fascination as the searing Jamaican beauty watched her girl jolt and shudder under the crude ass-fucking, and gradually the hand with the knuckle-duster slid down between the dark beauty's thighs as she gave a quiet gasp of her own. As Hanna watched her friend take her pleasure, imagining what those fingers looked like plying the wet sex underneath that blanket, the whole experience took on a fresh edge. She didn't dare reach down to diddle her own clit but was quickly discovering she didn't need to; as Windows' thrusts grew steadily faster and harder, drawing little farting sounds from her arse as he plundered it, a new kind of throbbing heat was emanating from her love button and suffusing her body. She gave out the same "unconscious"-sounding whimpers and moans she'd given his companions as the experience grew swiftly more intense.

Like some of those before him, Windows tried to take it slowly, but just like them the perversity of the situation quickly overwhelmed his restraint. Before long his pace had accelerated to the frenetic and he was fucking her ass every bit as hard as any of his mates had fucked her cunt, his hips slapping against her soft, rippling glutes as that throbbing, pulsating sensation grew like a languid wave in her hot young body. It was less than a couple of minutes before he was hammering her with guttural growls and sheathing himself as deep as he could go, his orgasm shattering and splattering up her fundament as she watched Nomi's brow crease, the Jamaican beauty biting back her own moans of passion as she came all over her fingers and watched the build to ultimate release mirrored in Hanna's face.

The orgasm that radiated out from Hanna's clit in that moment was a soul-searing, mind-blowing full-body affair that sent powerful waves of sensation out from her cunt - whose wild spasms pushed out several big dollops of spunk - to the soles of her feet and up to her scalp, making her muscles tense as she just barely managed to keep herself from crying out... maybe even from just passing out. The thick jets of Windows' cum filled her, coming out of him in a torrent as he cried out hoarsely and emptied every drop from his balls inside her. She shuddered, her belly quaking in the aftermath of that astonishing climax as he panted with release, nestled against her for a moment, then finally pulled free.

The room went quiet for what felt like a long, long time as Hanna brought her breathing carefully under control. The lassitude of a mission accomplished was glowing inside her. She could feel the hunger receding, satiated for the moment... and she couldn't resist rewarding her paramours with a final little "unconscious" squirm and pitiful wordless whimper, letting them feast their eyes on the bright loads of their spunk slopping out of her punished nether holes.

* * *

Windows actually lay full length on the floor beside the bunk while he recovered. It was anybody's guess whether he saw that last flirtatious flourish. But something had come loose in him.

Eventually he spoke. "You know, I could almost believe that was worth damnation. Almost." But when a couple of the other guys began to chuckle tentatively again he lashed out: "And you motherfuckers can shut up. You can rest easy, right? I won't rat you out, I'm dirty as any of you."

"Dude." Nate sounded shocked. "Nobody was thinking—"

"Exactly. Not even me. But we should be thinking." She heard Windows climb to his feet. Heard him moving to the lockers between the bunks on the room's far wall, opening one of them. "I'm getting out of here. Right now. If any of you has a lick of sense left you'll do the same. You don't want to be here when people in the other dorms start asking questions. When those two wake up and start raising hell."

"You don't think," Nate's Mate spluttered, stuttered into silence. Ventured: "Maybe we could just clean her up, nobody'll be the wiser—"

"You're an idiot," Windows said succinctly. "And I'm an idiot for not walking when this shit started. But I'm walking now and find me a motel. Tomorrow I'm going home. Rest of you can do what you want."

"Hey, don't be hasty, man," Spence was saying. "Come on. Let's stick together."

"With you lot? Fuck the lot of you and fuck me for being too weak to fight you when it counted. And I tell you something else, I hear of any more harm come to either of them," plainly meaning the girls: "I will burn you even if it means burning myself along with you. So, get the fuck out of here." Windows could be heard limbering his baggage over his back, unlocking the door. A moment later it was open and he was storming out, slamming it behind him with emphasis.

A thunderstruck silence followed as his suddenly-sober mates tried to catch up with what had just happened. The easygoing post-coital mood was destroyed... for them, at least. Finally Nate said quietly: "He has a point, no way around it. We better go."

Nate's Mate started to protest, but looks from the others must have quelled him. He grumbled as he joined them in cleaning out their lockers; Hanna watched Nomi watch them surreptitiously to make sure nothing of the girls' got stolen in the process. Finally, in sombre silence, the guys cleared out, the door shut behind them and the room was empty and peaceful again but for Nomi and Hanna.

Nomi looked at her with a smirk. "I better lock it."

"Mmmm," Hanna murmured happily as she nestled into the bunk, ready to fall asleep for real this time.

As Nomi's sleek, spectacularly nude form rose and padded quietly to the door, locking it tight, she said: "You know, we could've just told them the real deal. Put the poor fuckers out of their misery."

Hanna stretched, yawned. "What fun is that? The fuckers deserve their misery. We don't owe them shit."

"You are stone cold," Nomi laughed, creeping back into the bunk and sharing a lingering, luxuriant kiss with her friend. "That poor bastard with the glasses was fit to be tied, though."

"Yeah. After he was done nutting up my ass." Hanna chuckled as she snuggled closer to her bae. "Real Prince Charming, huh? That was fun, though. Thanks for having my back, bae, these crazy fuckin' situations I get you in. I owe you big time."

"Goddamn right you do," Nomi rejoined amiably, chucking her chin. "And you're gonna pay up, trust me. You feel good?"

"Yeah... just what the doctor ordered." Hanna yawned again, gave a little frown. "You know, I don't mean to sound spoiled, but I do kinda wish they'd last longer, sometimes? That would be awesome."

"Yeah, you do sound spoiled. Keep talking like that and I'll definitely have to give you a good hard spanking."

"I believe you," Hanna said happily, burrowing in against her as Nomi threw the blanket over them both. "Just give it to me tomorrow, okay? And can we get some waffles, after?"

"We'll see." Nomi kissed her forehead. "Love you, kid. Sleep tight."

2. Shuffering & Shmiling.

"Uh, hey. Morning."

The blonde girl's voice was tentative as she saw Hanna stepping into the shower. Like most everything at Wicked Hostel, the bathrooms were communal. Mercifully today they were less disgusting, and the showers less soap-scummy, than usual. It was enough to call the surroundings almost cheerful, and Hanna gave her neighbour an appropriately sunny smile as she took up station under the showerhead adjacent, turning on the water and standing a little to the side as she waited for it to heat up.

The girl was a sun-kissed California beach bunny type with wide blue eyes and big fake tits, her physique otherwise trim and athletic, topping Hanna by a few inches. She'd seen her around but couldn't recall her name. It was interesting to note she had a carefully trimmed bush of pubes in what apparently was her naturally brown hair colour, unless she was from Bizarro World and preferred decorating the carpets to the drapes.

"It sure is a morning." Hanna pointed past her. "Could you pass the soap?"

"What? Oh, sure." The "blonde" seemed startled by the simple question (Jesus, Hanna wondered, does even blonde hair-dye have some kind of witchcraft bimbo effect?), but recovered quickly and grabbed the generic no-name apricot bodywash from a nearby shelf. As she handed it over she said, carefully nonchalant: "So... rager of a night last night, yeah?"

Ah. I get it. She must have heard the noises. Hanna's mouth quirked in a humourless smile; the girl was in room eleven if she remembered right. Far enough down the corridor that if she heard, basically the whole ground floor had to have heard.

She wondered whether she should make it easy on the nosey bitch. One thing she'd quickly learned on the road was how rarely people who affected "concern" were really concerned about anything more than feeling superior, telling themselves some other poor sucker's life was worse than theirs. She weighed it as she said lightly: "Tell you the truth I don't remember much of it. We went pretty hard."