The spring after my senior year, I took a week-long solo trip, just to get away and have some fun on my own. The plan was a mix of a little debauchery and a little work along the way.

My first stop was Wichita, Kansas. After checking into my hotel, I went out to eat. There was a place called Twin Peaks just a few blocks away, so I headed over. It was my first time at one of those places—lots of hot girls working there, not wearing a lot.

After finishing my meal, I went back to the hotel to get ready for the first adult store of the trip. There were two in Wichita; I planned to try one that night and the other on my way back home.

My outfit for the store was a micro-mini skirt and a tube top. I threw on an oversized hoodie to walk from the hotel to my car. I drove the ten minutes to the shop. I got out of the car, pulled off the hoodie, and tossed it into the front seat. I hiked the micro-mini up my waist a little more to make sure there was enough ass showing, adjusted my tube top, and then walked inside.

I knew I'd get carded, so I brought my ID. The guy working the counter said that you usually have to be 21 to come in, but after he looked me over, he told me I could stay. I thanked him and told him I wanted to take my ID back to the car since I had no pockets. He just nodded.

Once back in the store, I told him I wanted to go into the theater. He told me it would be $10. I had thought that, as a girl, I would get in for free, but I guess not. I was about to tell him I didn't bring any cash when a man walked up and paid for my entry. I thanked him and told him I hoped to see him in back.

The clerk told me I could go in the back, but I couldn't charge for anything I was doing. I told him that was not my intention.

He also mentioned that if I needed lube or water, I should look through the hall behind his desk, and he would get me what I needed. I said thanks and walked to the back of the sales floor and through a door covered by a curtain.

The area was dark and dumpy. I passed a handful of video booths that looked like they didn't work anymore and turned the corner. It was different than what I expected. It was a long hallway with rooms on either side. Each room had a few seats, benches, or whatever was there to sit on. Each room had a different genre of porn playing. Some rooms had people in them; others didn't.

The last room was a bit bigger than the rest. The porn playing on the screen was group sex—perfect.

Some of the guys in the hallway had quietly followed me from room to room. I was surprised that none of them had made a move until now.

One of the men already seated in the room stood up and moved to stand right next to me. I felt his fingers lightly touch the back of my thigh, then slowly slip over the curve of my exposed butt cheek.

I kept my eyes forward on the TV as his hand roamed deliberately over each of my cheeks. I felt my breathing change, and my nipples made their appearance, pressing against the thin fabric of my tube top.

From my other side, one of the guys who had followed me into the room walked over. Reaching up, he slid his hand inside the top of my tube top, fondling one boob, then the other.

It wasn't long before he reached up with both hands, gripping the fabric, and pulling my tube top down off my chest, exposing my boobs.

I looked around at the faces of the men in that room. It was like a bunch of wolves, and I was the fresh meat.

Now, with both hands, he fondled my breasts and played with my thick, brown nipples. For those of you who don't know, my nipples and my pussy are hardwired together. The more he pinched, pulled, and twisted them, the more turned on I became, and the wetter my pussy grew.

The hand that was rubbing my ass had now shifted to gently and softly running across my pussy.

My breathing grew deeper, more deliberate. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. I glanced a little to my left and saw a man standing there with his cock already out, slowly stroking it.

The man on my right continued to rub softly until his finger slipped into my slit. He began gently massaging my vagina, slowly rubbing back and forth, gliding carefully over my clit.

The guy playing with my breasts leaned in and asked me how far I was willing to go.

"As far as everyone is willing to take me!" I responded, my voice breathless with anticipation.

After several minutes, the man stroking his cock was fully hard. My pussy was aching with desire, and my stomach churned with nervous but excited butterflies.

I motioned the man with the erection over. He stepped up in front of me, and I sank to my knees. I opened my mouth, took his cock inside, and began sucking him.

The man who had been playing with my breasts moved behind me and wrapped his arms around, reaching around my front. My boobs filled his hands as he continued to massage them and tease my nipples.

The man who had been rubbing my pussy had taken off his pants and was now stroking his erection right next to my head.

Out of the corners of my eyes, I saw other men walking in, watching and talking quietly amongst themselves. Everyone knew, or at least hoped, that they would get a turn in one way or another.

The man whose cock I was sucking pulled back long enough to ask my age. I told him I was eighteen, and the room immediately buzzed with excited chatter.

He put his cock back in my mouth, held the back of my head, and began pumping his cock into my mouth.

"What a good girl you are," I heard him say. "Your beautiful eighteen-year-old mouth feels amazing."

His pace got quicker, ramming his cock in and out. When he stopped moving, I picked up where he left off, my head bobbing back and forth, back and forth, taking him in and out. Then, I felt the head of his cock and shaft get rock hard—he was close.

Rising up on his toes, he held my head firmly with the head of his cock deep in my mouth, and his cum started to pour out onto the back of my tongue.

Once he was finished cumming in my mouth, he slowly pulled out, letting his cock fall from my lips. He thanked me, told me what a great cocksucker I was, and moved back through the crowd.

The man who had started stroking next to me immediately stepped up. I took his erection into my mouth and went to work. His cock was not very long, but it was thick, the head was salty, and it had a very pronounced rim. The man behind me continued to play with one of my breasts while his other hand rubbed my ass.

I went through the normal motions with the man in my mouth: he held the back of my head, pumped into my mouth, and pushed the head as deep as he could. Still holding my head, he pulled out and asked if I would allow him to stick his cock in my pussy.

"Absolutely," I told him. "Where and how do you want me?" I asked.

He had me lay back on a bench in the back of the room and made his way between my legs. Before he slid inside, he warned me that he wasn't going to last long and asked if it was okay if he didn't pull out when he came.

Looking him straight in the eyes, I smiled and told him, "I would love for you to pump your baby batter inside of me!"

The thick head of his cock slipped through my lips, then smoothly slid inside me. The immense size of his head hurt a little as he worked his cock fully into my body—the rim of his head, oh my god, it was so big!

He immediately started pumping, his cock working in and out of me. I caught the look on his face: a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

"What if I get you pregnant?" he gasped.

"Well," I said, "you will never see me again, so have at it."

That comment pushed him right off the edge. He thrust hard and tight into me and started to shoot his load deep inside me.

"Fuck yeah!" I cheered. "Shoot your seed into my fertile body!"

He delivered deep grunts and moans, never taking his eyes off mine. "God damn, your pussy is so fucking good," he told me.

I told him I was happy that he enjoyed it and encouraged him to hang around and take a second round if he wanted to. "I will, I will do that," he muttered.

As he slowly pulled out, he thanked me for making his day and for how fucking good I felt.

I sat up on the edge of the bench, and I immediately felt some of his warm cum dripping out of me and onto the floor.

A voice asked, "Would you get down on your knees again and suck some more cock?"

I told them I would, but I added playfully, "It would be nice if I had something softer to kneel on."

A voice near the door told me to hang on a second. Then, through the door came a man carrying a small cushion. He must have taken it from one of the other nearby rooms. He placed it carefully on the floor in front of the bench.

I knelt down on the cushion. The man who had been touching me from behind—the one who had been so patient and constant—now stepped into view, his erection already swollen and ready.

He stood directly in front of me, and without a word, I reached out and guided his thick shaft toward my face. The scent of him was instantly intoxicating, a mix of sweat and pure male musk. I opened my mouth, enclosing the smooth, blunt head of his cock, and began drawing him in.

Unlike the others, this man held no part of me. He simply stood tall, letting me work. I used my lips and tongue, swirling around the ridge, trying to make him moan. I took him deeper, until I could feel the rhythmic pulse of his blood against my throat. I focused on his reaction: the tightening of his jaw, the deep intake of his breath. The room had grown silent again, every man watching my head bobbing back and forth, setting a hypnotic rhythm against the backdrop of the looped porn.

I increased my pace, using my hands to grip the base of his thick cock, pulling it in and out, faster and faster, determined to make him leave his nut juice in my mouth.

He let out a sharp, guttural sound and grabbed my hair, not to push me away, but to steady himself. "Oh, God, FUCK!" he hissed, his body starting to tremble. I knew he was close. I sucked harder, milking the shaft, and just as his knees started to buckle, he groaned and shot a thick, hot deluge of cum into my mouth, flooding my tongue with his salty seed.

The man who had just finished squeezed a little more cum from the head of his cock, and I leaned forward to lick it off the tip and swallow it. He thanked me and walked through the crowd, disappearing into the darkness.

The room was still full, and I could sense others waiting in the hall outside. I stayed kneeling on the cushion, waiting for someone else's cock to suck.

A much older man quickly stepped up, his small cock out of the zipper of his pants. I opened my mouth, took him in, and in barely ten seconds, he shot a tiny little load in my mouth and then hurried away.

I swallowed the meager offering and looked up. The guys now, they seemed to be organizing, lining up for their turn.

One, then another, and yet another man took their turns putting their cocks in my mouth. I graciously and enthusiastically blew each of them until they provided me with their salty load.

Next, a man who was not very tall and had a smaller build stepped up. In broken English, he requested to use the bench so he could "Penetrate" me.

I moved back onto the bench and lay down. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. What I saw, I was not expecting. This peanut of a man was hiding a truly big cock—long, thick, with large balls slung low beneath it. Other guys in the room also took notice, talking amongst themselves.

Moving onto the bench and kneeling between my legs, he leaned in. With his cock in hand, he worked the swollen head through my labia and started to slip inside me. Jesus Christ! As he slid in, my pussy stretched tight around his massive cock. It was rather uncomfortable to start, but I managed.

He began to pump his hips, pushing his mass deep inside of me. "HOLY FUCK," I thought, "that's a lot of cock!"

He continued to pump, causing my breasts to sway back and forth. A couple of the men standing close to me had their cocks in hand, jacking off while they watched. Several minutes went by when one of the guys who was jacking off suddenly walked right over to me and blew his load onto my breasts. Shot after thick shot landed on my tits!

The guy who was fucking me didn't miss a beat; he continued to penetrate me with a smooth, steady rhythm. He had been going at me for quite a while, and some of the other guys were clearly getting impatient.

To help keep the natives from getting restless, I had him stop. I asked for the cushion that I had knelt on earlier, and one of the men handed it to me. I placed it on the bench, knelt on it, and then bent forward with my hands on the bench for support.

I told the man who had been fucking me to get back to it and instructed one of the others who was waiting patiently to get in front of me. Yes, that is right: I was now being spit-roasted!

One of the guys who had been stroking his cock was now in my mouth. It didn't take him long at all before he took a hold of my head and pushed the head of his cock into the back of my mouth. His salty semen poured out in a few thick shots as he groaned, "YESSSS!" Once he was finished, he pulled out of my mouth, and I swallowed what he had just given me.

The man in front of me was quickly replaced by another. His cock was long but not as thick, which made it much easier to take deeper into my mouth.

The guy who was fucking me from behind was starting to pick up the pace. His hands gripped my hips tighter as he continued to punish my pussy. After several more minutes, the guy in my mouth dumped an enormous load into my mouth. I thought to myself that he should be doing porn somewhere. I swallowed his load and was again quickly replaced by someone else.

By now, the man fucking me was really getting after me. Over the next few minutes, I felt the orgasm building until it broke, sending a wave of ecstasy through my entire body. There was a lot of chatter as that was happening; the guys seemed to love to see me get off.

Another man stepped in front of me, but I didn't take him in my mouth just yet. I was being fucked pretty hard now and was concentrating solely on that. I felt one hand on my shoulder, then a second. The short guy behind me was bent over my back, pulling me back by my shoulders with long, deep thrusts. Smash, smash, smash! Then he pushed in tight and let out a guttural groan. Finally, this fucking guy was cumming!

Each shot was heavy, flung out with immense power. I felt each hot splash against my cervix! Holy SHIT! While all of this was going on, there was a loud chatter among the men still waiting for a turn with me, which they were about to get.

Once he was finished, he slowly backed out of me, and when his cock fell away, I let out a breath of relief. We stepped off the bench, and he stopped by my side. In his broken English, he muttered something about my butt later as he squeezed the closest cheek.

Before he had even fully left my side, someone had already taken up position behind me and started to fuck me.

As the nameless, faceless man behind me pumped his cock into my pussy, a glob of spit landed between my pale, white ass cheeks, and he simultaneously pushed his thumb into my asshole. After his thumb was in, he leaned in to ask me if that was okay. I just nodded. I had wondered if someone was going to want some ass during all of this.

The thumb in my butt was just the beginning. A few minutes went by when he stopped and asked me if he could fuck me in the ass. I told him yes, but I needed some lube. We asked if anyone had any, but no one did. I instructed a guy close to me to go tell the clerk that I wanted some lube.

Two minutes later, he came back with a handful of those little tubes. The guy behind me quickly broke a couple of them open and greased us both up.

Soon, the head of his cock was pressed against my asshole, trying to work its way in. When the head of his cock finally POPED in, I let out a little yip. There was an audible approval among the men still remaining. The spit-roasting continued, and it was fucking amazing!

From here on, it was just a blur of faceless men taking their turn in one of my three openings.

At one point, I heard someone say something about it being 2:00 AM. I realized I had been in the back room for over three hours if that was the case. These places are notorious for getting busy again after the bars close, too. That would certainly make the rest of the night interesting to see.

I continued to take the men as they came, swallowing the loads of the men in front of me and riding the different rhythms of the men behind me. The cushion was long gone, and my knees were sore, but the sheer momentum and the chorus of groans and grunts kept me wired. I was numb to everything except the next cock and the next load of cum.

The crowd had finally dwindled. My jaw was sore, and my knees were killing me. The inside of my thighs were coated in cum, with a sticky puddle pooled between my knees.

After a couple more guys finished, I looked up to see only two men still standing in the room. Oh my God, one of them was the little guy with the enormous cock from earlier. He undressed and put his clothes on the back of a nearby chair. He took his half-hard cock in his hand and began stroking. Again, in broken English, he began to talk to me. I got the gist of what he was saying: he wanted to fuck me in the ass.

I told him okay, but first, he needed to get a lot more lube. That's when he held out his hand, with several of those small packets already clenched in his fist. I also warned him, "You can't fuck me forever, okay?" I wasn't sure I could last that long with his size.

"Okay, okay," he said, stepping up behind me. He found the cushion for me, and I was able to kneel on it again. By now, enough men had fucked me in the ass that I was opened up pretty well. I felt a hand on my hip, then the head of his cock pressed against my hole, and he pushed.

In one slow, smooth motion, he buried himself right to his balls inside my ass.

The guy whose cock I was sucking was done after about ten minutes, but the man in my ass was not. I'm not sure how long I stayed up on my knees, but it felt like an eternity. He drove his cock into me repeatedly with demanding determination. The echo of his body slapping off the back of my legs sounded through the now mostly empty building.

During this ass-pounding punishment, I had one truly hard orgasm. It almost made the pain I was taking worth it. I was seriously considering tapping out, something I had never done before. Luckily for me, for the second time that night, he emptied the contents of his balls inside my body.

When he finally backed out, I collapsed onto that shitty, hard wooden bench. He looked at me while he got dressed, muttered something that sounded like a thank you, and left me alone in the room.

Once I regained my composure, I found my skirt and tube top that had been tossed into the corner and put them on. I was a fucking mess, and so was that bench I'd spent most of the night on. I couldn't imagine how much DNA had been left there, not only tonight but over the years.

I walked out into the bright light of the sales floor. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror next to some clothing. Yep, it was worse than I thought.

The guy working the counter asked if I was okay. I just nodded. He told me that he'd gotten a break and came back for a turn himself, adding that he appreciated what I did for him and for everyone else. I gave him a half-hearted wave and a nod and walked out the door.

During the ten-minute drive back to my hotel, I was able to reflect a little on what I had just encountered. I had been to a couple of places like this before, but never had so many men taken turns.

At the hotel, I had to walk through the lobby since the side doors wouldn't let me in. I kept my head down and scurried past the front desk, which was vacant, thank God. Once in my room, I pulled back the blankets on one of the beds, kicked my shoes off, crawled in, and instantly fell asleep.