Bordeaux Student Card Game Turns into Raw Gangbang Frenzy

Saturday afternoon, my apartment on Place du Chapelet, Bordeaux. Sun filters through shutters. I’m Albane, IEP student, BDE president. Tired of these pointless meetings. Four guys show up: Axel, Arthur, Kieran, Jacques. Past one-night stands. Nothing special, but Kieran? That pretty boy gets my pulse racing.

They flop on the couch, smirking like they know my secrets. I pour aperitifs, hips swaying. Air thick with that vibe. Their colognes mix—spicy, musky, finally real after screens. Phones buzz ignored. Kieran cracks first: ‘Who’s the best fuck, Albane?’ I laugh, fire back: ‘All mediocre. Too selfish, too quick.’ They bristle. Beg for a redo.

The Approach: Smirks and Stripping Tension

I grin. Pull out cards. El Presidente rules: winner gives dares. Excitement crackles. I win first round. ‘Strip, boys. All naked around the table.’ Hesitant, but cocks twitch as they obey. Average dicks, hard already. I’m soaked, pussy throbbing at the power.

Next: I sit out, winner gets my mouth. They scramble. Kieran wins. I kneel, tease his shaft with licks, eyes on the others jerking slow. Balls first, tongue up the vein, then deep throat. Slow, sloppy. He groans, hands clenched. I stop short, edge him. They stare, hungry.

Round three: winner licks me. I strip to lingerie. Jacques wins. I sprawl in armchair, legs wide. He kisses knees, smirks from pals. Tongue presses my soaked panties. Heat builds. He yanks them off, fingers plunge. Circles my clit. I moan loud, locking eyes with the three stroking. Arthur’s perv grin chills hot. Jacques eats deep—two fingers, tongue flick. Orgasm crashes, juices flood thighs. I suck my finger clean. Salty sweet.

The Explosion: Cocks, Tongues, and Orgasms

Last round. Winner fucks me, picks partner. I whisper to each: ‘Win for me.’ Kieran again. Chooses Jacques. Arthur, Axel sulk, but I let ’em watch. On couch, I suck both cocks. Switch, stroke the other. Try double: lips stretch, tastes mingle. Power rush. They hesitate touching.

Four paws. Jacques sits, balls in my mouth, tongue rimming. Kieran grips hips, cock slams doggy. Thick, filling. I rub clit, moans muffled. Eyes on watchers—Axel pumps furious, Arthur twisted lust. Jacques nears edge, I slow. Kieran pounds harder. Orgasm rips me—shaking, squirting. Epic.

Jacques finishes on hand. Kieran pulls, jerks on my ass. But I’m done. Only I came. Robe on quick. ‘Dress. Out. Now.’ They beg. Kieran grabs arm. I shove off. Door slams. Silence. Phone vibrates—texts ignored. Back to normal. Just a thrill. No repeat. Excess is greedy.