WickedWednesday/Flash Fiction: Hungry for her cock

As you may know, I am trying to post a piece of flash fiction a day for the month of April; so WickedWednesday is all about the story! 

It wasn’t my idea to get involved: a “raunchy” calendar to “Feed the World.” My girlfriend was best friends with the organiser, so my attendance was agreed on my behalf.

The figures were shocking: 21,000 people a day die of hunger with almost a billion people not having enough to eat properly. Across the globe, malnutrition is rife while over six million children died last year through extreme hunger and starvation. Suddenly I felt somewhat guilty for throwing those yoghurts away when they were a day past their best before date. “And for the price of that bloody Trident,” my lovely Anne ranted, “we could feed every hungry person across the globe for four years. What do we want nukes or soups?”

The arguments were compelling, and I agreed with her, but their calendar was entitled “Challenge Conceptions.” Too many of the “sheeple” just blindly accepted poverty was inescapable, the Calendar Committee argued, and their “risqué” publication had to have subliminal overtones.

The morning of the shoot was cold; the photographic studio was blistering hot. There were three guys and a dozen ladies: if I was a cynic I would argue anarchist charities around these parts were stuffed with idealistic liberal middle-class women.

They were bored too, as I would soon find out.

The photographer’s studio was lined with erotic photographs: a tribute to his successful career as a pornographic artist, who wasted little time in starting the shoot. Clothing pooled in the corner, hands wandered.

Make that bored, and horny; I could sense the direction their “risqué” calendar was heading.

I had a firm red line I wasn’t going to lose my underwear. That commitment was broken by the third picture, or March, when my girlfriend pulled my boxers to my ankles and buried her face in my crotch; the camera could see nothing but our partners in crime joked over the slogan, “have you ever been so hungry that you’ll eat absolutely anything?”

Anne giggled as the camera snapped behind her, licking my cock in her mouth as I tried to stay motionless. She took smooth long strokes with her tongue, grinning at me as her cheeks reddened and my arousal swelled.

We parted before I could come, probably for the best given our audience, but I made a new commitment not to show my cock on film; after all, I wouldn’t want anyone I knew to see that.

That promise lasted until May’s shot; Anne’s friend gently stroked my cock to position as three men stood naked, arms crossed and staring at the camera with sultry expressions. “We’re crying out for a decent portion of meat and two veg?” Would claim the calendar.

I wanted more as she groped; Anne was relaxed as her friend softly fumbled with my engorging cock; barely audible groans came from my left as I closed my eyes, savouring every movement of her supple fingers on me.

It was as naughty as I had ever been: another woman manhandling my genitals as my girlfriend watched. I blushed, I know I did. My cheeks burned and my body quivered as I tried in vain to fight my arousal. I could not have an erection in front of her, I mustn’t.

I didn’t, but my body swam with lust as the camera snapped the pictures. I think it was fear and embarassment that stopped my full size from forming!

I was naked; surrounded by nude, giggly bodies. I had never been anywhere like this before, felt this excited or been so exposed in public, as I watched naked bodies simulate sex acts and dirty minds make obscene comments.

The drugs and alcohol came out during lunchtime, July’s image was beyond risqué, August’s was rampantly pornographic. My girlfriend was coerced into anal, and she watched as I stared open-mouthed, idly stroking my cock as she was non-subtly rammed from behind.

Her glazed eyes demanded it. She screamed as I stood and watched; watched my lovely Anne fucked mercilessly by George as Henrietta fumbled with her breasts. Watched as she toyed with her clit, as the eco-warrior’s six inches thrust passionately into her rectum.

She grinned at me; trying to read my mind through her fog of bliss, and finding approval from my admiring eyes. It was past everything I thought possible; it was a wild sight that had barely existed in my fantasies. But she groaned and writhed, panted and squealed with every movement in her ass and cunt; it was existing in my reality.

Her G-Spot was being fingered, her clit rubbed, her arse wildly fucked; suddenly we all knew the calendar was a pretence for an orgy. I leant against the wall, playing with myself as my girlfriend launched into a violent orgasm; the walls vibrated with the cacophony of climatic relief.

We kissed during September’s sex show, and she dragged me to the mat for October; I went with her, saturated with dread and excitement as her friend parted her buttocks and pushed them into my face. “Kiss her.”

Four hours previous I would have baulked, but got down on the mat to pucker up against her warm anus. She groaned under my touch, and my hand instinctively went to touch her crack.

Anne knelt behind me. “This picture’s called, We’d all love to feast on a spit-roast,” she said, as I felt her touching my arse. “I know you want it baby, I saw that look in your eyes when I was being fucked.” I tried to resist; I wanted to. But my heart said no.

I let her drip lube onto my butthole and slide her finger in, before her fake cock edged past my sphincter. “You want my cock don’t you? Say it,” she demanded as I had a mouth full of female ass, feeling the smoothness of her dildo push past my resistance.

Of course I wanted it; I wanted to explore with her, and try new things. I wanted to have my horizons broadened and limits pushed. But I never thought we’d do it like this. But the poppers and the vodka lay waste to my inhibitions she drove her dominance home. “Say, you need it! Say you’re desperate to be fucked!” She demanded as my prostate was kissed by her dildo.

How could I deny it? I was hungry for her cock.

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6 Comments

  1. I agree with you about wasting food, it makes me feel so bad when I do it. This was a very interesting story.

  2. Yummy story!! I do not like to waste food either and feel horrible if it happens

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