A Wild Night's Encounter (2 page)

They flocked off to Gina’s house. Gina had just discovered her dad’s stash the previous week and could not wait to share it with her BFF’s.

The first CD that Gina had fed into the player was a feature from Playboy. It was what Gina had already seen and she could not help but point out some scenes. It was all teasing, however, and since they were all girls, it did not have any effect on them.

Stella, the leader of the group, demanded that Gina rifle through her dad’s collection to find them something better.

And of course, Gina did.

It was silly at first, the porno clip being too clichéd even by porn standards. When the female character got her car broken in the middle of nowhere and a police car came on screen, the plot was given away.

A little flirting ensued then down she went, kneeling on the ground, unbelievably keen on giving the cop a lip service. The girls were noticeably silenced the first time the thick and elongated member of the male character came into view.

They were entranced, just like the girl on screen who was looking up at the owner of the rather Herculean penis.

Laila remembered feeling funny then, like the times when she accidentally touched her private parts during her showers. It didn’t take long before her blood boiled.

The woman sucked hard, the guttural sounds she made while indulging the cop, whose head was frequently thrown back from the sheer pleasure, was waking up certain emotions within young Laila that she didn’t yet understand. The woman made it look so easy. What must have been at least ten inches disappeared down her gullet, her full lips touching the base of his engorged soldier.

She also didn’t understand what kind of pleasure this would bring a man. It looked gross. By that time, the woman had her bountiful jugs hanging out of her skimpy dress and she would pinch her nipples once in a while. Whatever sensation the man was feeling, it was so good that he reached down and framed the woman’s face with both his hands and proceeded to impale her through her mouth, without any help from the blonde driver.

Already, Laila’s nipples stood erect.

Even then, the woman seemed to have no difficulty as the cop thrusted and sawed her mouth faster and faster. If anything, it was the gargling sounds that rose in frequency. The woman, even by pornographic standards, was a pro. She did not blink nor bat an eyelash throughout the whole ordeal – her gaze steadily met his.

Laila remembered breaking her gaze from the TV to survey her friends.

She caught Stella licking her chops silently, her body leaning towards the television.

Gina, on the other hand, had her back against the sofa, her legs crossed, moving ever so slightly, like she was rubbing an itch between her legs.

The other one had her eyes glazed, completely glued to the screen, her chest was heaving, rising and falling as if trying to catch her breath.

The man on screen pulled out of the woman’s mouth and brought her to her feet. They briefly kissed, and then the man hoisted her up so that she was sitting on the hood.

He then proceeded on mashing the buttons on her chest that was her nipples, pulling at them, pinching them, sucking on them. The woman squealed, a loud whorish squeal.

This prompted the man to push her down so that her back was flat against the hood. It was time for the man to reciprocate; he knelt down, placed the back of her right knee over his shoulder, and then placed her other foot down on the edge of the hood, spreading the blonde driver wide open for all of the girls to see.

That short bit when the blonde bared her femininity to the camera made all of them uncomfortable. The woman was shaved bald. It was as if the skin in her genitals was just like the skin anywhere else in her body – flawless, almost shiny. Even with just a thin mass of pubic hair covering her sweet spot, Laila remembered being envious of a vagina that perfect.

When the cop dived into the driver, Laila involuntarily and discreetly pressed her legs together.

Already, she was steaming from the inside; she was inexplicably hot and somehow, seeing the woman being eaten like she was a buffet, added to her already confusing sensations.

Every pore in her body seemed to have closed in on itself, every hair covering her skin perked up.

The pinkish piece of flesh just inside the actress’ labia was glistening. They did not know it then and afterwards the girls all agreed it was spit from the cop. Laila however, felt that it lent the scene more raw sexuality. The blonde driver’s reaction seemed earnest. She propped herself up with her elbows while one hand shot forward to caress the cop’s head.

The inside of her left thigh was flexing its muscles, her stomach tightened and relaxed at an increasing rate, her other hand was a balled-up fist.

Laila noted that with all the effort she was placing into controlling herself, the blonde could have actually punched the guy and knocked him senseless.

And then, with a final growl in a long series of growls, the woman threw her head back, visibly shaken, with glassy eyes.

The unspoken moment all the girls had been waiting for had begun.

The guy stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, baring a tight group of abdominal muscles. He also completely removed his trousers, baring his strong thighs.

His dick, equally muscled, rose up to an almost ninety degree angle. The girls had observed on one of the slow motion sequences that despite being free, this rooster was straining hard with all the veins showing and pulsing.

The man stood up, the woman propped herself up with her elbows again. The cop then pushed his manhood down with his thumb so that it would point at the moist, pink chunk of flesh that was spread in front of him, his for the taking.

The actors looked at each other's eyes, the woman’s seeming like it had been waiting forever for this moment.

The man pushed his hips forward slowly; the woman braced herself with her eyes closed. No sooner had they closed, they opened up again; the look in her face was quizzical.

And then a close up.

THE CAMERA DID A good job.

The slow motion didn’t hurt either. Laila remembered all of them leaning forward; she even swallowed involuntarily!

The man’s slow attack, made slower by the effects and captured in full living color, was the reason for the blonde’s expression.

Instead of plugging his pole into the peg, his manhood touched her slightly gaping opening ever so softly, and slid upwards to hit her clit.

The girls didn’t understand how painfully torturous that maneuver was and yet, unknowing as they were, their frustration at not seeing, for the first time, how a man’s tool gets inside a woman’s cave proved to be as close a feeling as what the on-screen actress must have felt.

After a few close attempts, and with the blonde’s efforts to contain herself built up to the fullest, the guy slid his dick in without warning.

There were no bigger eyes than the woman’s eyes when that humongous equipment slid in. Though it did slide relatively smoothly, his was a massive one, not only in length but also in girth. Even with the girls intently looking at TV, they did not really catch it.

Thankfully, another slow motion sequence.

No one breathed as it entered, that mass of muscle slipping in, parting her little by little until all of it was buried deep in her. The blonde exhaled and so did the girls.

They all silently panted as the incessant pounding began in earnest, beads of sweat pouring down the man’s brow. They could see the man’s muscles tighten each and every second until all of him seemed to stiffen.

They heard him grunt, and grunt a few more, the grunts becoming more frequent, his thrusts getting more forceful.

In one unannounced moment just after the woman’s squeals died down, the man pulled out his reddened member and tugged at it forcefully. None of them were prepared to see what came next.

The oodles of gooey substances came rushing forth from his manhood and hit the blonde in her chin, coating her breasts and stomach. They found it gross and at the same time, inviting.

Laila wondered at that moment, how such a substance might feel like inside of her.

On the transition to the next scene, the girls unanimously agreed to turn the TV off.

And they giggled as they discussed what they had just witnessed, shamelessly describing the acts, pointing out a few technical details about the scene that didn’t make sense.

Laila’s mind was still replaying the same scene within her. She was surprised to find that she had the same feelings she had felt since they started the porno. She also felt unusually wet.

Thinking about the jeers they would throw in her direction if she suddenly excused herself, she started in commenting about how the muffin they had brought along tasted funny.

All the girls denied it and they moved on to their discussion.

A little later she brought it up again, how she felt like there was something wrong with her stomach. She wasn’t lying; she felt like she had to take a dump, her stomach was in coils. The scenes kept replaying in her mind, most prominently, the slow motion sequences.

She did not grasp the connection, but all she knew was she was soaking wet, despite the panty liner she had in place.

Without any more delay, she acted like she really needed to poop. She stood up holding her stomach and made for the bathroom, at which point the other three girls burst laughing.

She was uncomfortable with the wet feeling she had in her crotch. When she got inside, she slid down her skirt; her undies included. She took some tissue and proceeded to wipe herself.

Laila was clueless as to why this was happening. It also felt weird when the wad of tissue brushed against her privates.

As her hand went up and the tissue hit her clitoris, Laila’s leg immediately stiffened.

She paused. It felt really good and yet at the same time, it made her weak.

She tried it again with the same results. Her legs trembled with each brush she made with the wad. She discarded the roll of tissue she was using and decided to go take matters into her own hands.

She tried stroking that part again and again, with the same result.

She decided to give it a go.

Laila sat on the edge of the toilet bowl and bent forward, her left arm supporting her weight, pushing herself back from the wall. She spread both legs such that the remaining hand had easy access to her love cave.

She decided to stand her ground and to go through with it for as long as she could stand it. Having made her final decision, Laila began rubbing herself that day in her friend’s bathroom.

She couldn’t get used to the sensations. The more she paid attention to what she was doing, the more that the sensation held its ground and leveled.

Each time she forgot about what she was trying to do and just let the sensations come and go, the more it built up.

And it built up rapidly.

Before long, Laila was already holding her breath, straining her neck from looking up too much, even with her eyes closed. Her legs fanned, closing and opening, all in a manner unknown to her but with welcome reactions nevertheless.

As the pressure got harder and harder, as her strokes were becoming more forceful, Laila also raised her heels, concentrating the strength and the effort at fighting off a sensation she was provoking within herself.

Not long after that, she clenched the palm that was pressed against the wall in front of her.

Despite not having inhaled for more than a minute, Laila gulped some more air and suddenly opened her eyes.

Every nerve, every vein, every platelet of blood in her was alive. The veins in her neck were taut with exertion.

When finally she exhaled, it was as if her body decided to sleep on her.

And thus was born, Laila’s first orgasm.

ERIC’S FACE LIT UP.

It had been three beers since he sat near the grill. He had seen the three groups of multiple participants grinding it up to the tunes of their own carnal rhythms. He had watched them with a little amusement. After all, a free show was a free show.

He had more interest in the group that was located in between the other two. The group closest to him was a bunch of wannabe jocks who were trying to appear knowledgeable but whose moves were, at best, more like fumbling.

The group farther from him was a show. Two people fucking each other’s brains out while a group huddled before them taking pictures and egging the performers on.

Eric smirked of the thought of the pictures and videos going viral the minute their deed ended. These girls may not be from this school, but the internet was far-reaching.

Wasted lives for one night of being wasted.

He smirked at the irony again.

The group in the middle that caught his attention was more interesting than the other two combined. It was a community, sort of. Two girls and five men, each trying their best to satisfy the cravings of whoever occupied them that moment.

Eric wondered at the prolonged sexual excitation these participants must be feeling right now. Being with one partner was already nerve wracking for the first time. Being with four other people was just too much pressure.

Still, he preferred this group as they kept to themselves and there were no stragglers huddled before them.

This group turned him on.

A light glint caught his eye. Ever wary of the tricks his frat brothers may still have under their sleeves, he observed once more. He was almost ready to give up, dismissing it as an anomaly of light when his eyes caught it once more.

This time he also took note of the position. It was coming from the porch. He squinted to see the source, but was having difficulty making out what it was that glinted now and again.

Then he decided to investigate.