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The stale air in Andrew’s apartment clung thick with the fading high – weed smoke, spilled beer, and the raw, animal reek of spent sex. Cathryn lay sprawled across the sticky floorboards, her ass still stinging crimson from Andrew’s belt, Lyka’s wetness cooling on her chin. Andrew wiped his cock on a discarded t-shirt, breathing heavily, a smug satisfaction radiating from him in the dim lamp glow. "Fuckin’ perfect," he rasped, reaching for a warm beer. "Both of you… goddamn perfect filthy sluts."
Lyka stretched, feline and unashamed, tracing a finger through the cum drying on her inner thigh. "Da," she murmured, her voice smoky. "Always perfect for you, Andrew." She glanced at Cathryn, a silent complicity passing between them. Cathryn managed a weak smile, the ache in her ass a familiar, welcome throb. Andrew’s gaze swept over them, possessive and calculating. "Need a bigger stage," he announced abruptly, taking a long swig. "More players. This apartment’s too small for what I want next."
Cathryn pushed herself up on trembling arms. "What d'you mean, baby?" Andrew grinned, a predator spotting prey. "Weekend. You two. Zoe, Maya, Jess, Chloe... all of you. That seaside cottage Zoe’s uncle owns. Empty now." Lyka’s eyes sharpened with immediate understanding, a slow smile spreading. "Ah. You stay here. We… perform." Andrew nodded, excitement tightening his voice. "Yeah. Pack your filthiest shit. A proper girls' trip. Only rule? Document everything. Every cock. Every cunt. Every nasty fucking thing you do or get done to you. Send it. All of it. Raw. No hiding."
Cathryn felt the familiar thrill ignite low in her belly, overshadowing the soreness. "Like… a competition?" Andrew chuckled darkly. "Call it a fucking marathon. Six sluts loose for the weekend. I wanna see you drown in it. Prove who’s the dirtiest." He leaned forward, his eyes boring into them. "Start tonight. Soon as you get there. Don’t make me wait." Lyka simply nodded, already mentally packing. "We find men. Many men. Show you."
Two days later, the salty tang of the sea air was a shock after the city grime and Andrew’s perpetually thick apartment atmosphere. Zoe’s cottage perched precariously on windswept cliffs, weathered wood and large windows overlooking the churning grey ocean. Inside, it was sparsely furnished, smelling of damp wool and disuse. Suitcases lay open, spilling lace, leather, and sheer fabrics onto worn sofas. Zoe, all sharp angles and platinum buzzcut, was already mixing lethal-looking cocktails. Maya, curvy and loud, scrolled through a hook-up app on her phone, while Jess and Chloe, both younger and buzzing with nervous energy, debated which club to hit first in the nearby harbour town. Cathryn felt Lyka’s presence beside her, a grounding force. "Feels… bigger," Lyka murmured, gazing out at the vast, moody sea. Cathryn squeezed her hand. "Wider playground."
The five other women converged, drinks thrust into their hands. Zoe raised her glass, her smile razor-edged. "To Andrew’s fucking marathon! May we send so much porn his laptop explodes!" Laughter erupted, high and slightly hysterical. Maya waved her phone. "Already got three potentials lined up. Rugby team staying at The Anchor. Hungry lads." Chloe giggled, adjusting her micro-skirt. "Bet they’ve never seen anything like us." Jess snorted. "Bet they’ll fucking love it." Cathryn felt the vodka burn down her throat, the city’s relentless energy replaced by a different kind of anticipation – wilder, untethered. "Camera ready, Lyka?" she asked, pulling her phone out. Lyka patted her small backpack. "Always. Andrew waits."
The harbour town pulsed with a different energy than the city centre – less polished, more boisterous, fuelled by sea air and local ale. The Anchor was packed, a cacophony of shouts, folk music, and the clatter of pool balls. The rugby lads were easy to spot: bulky, flushed, rowdy, occupying two large corner tables. Six women, radiating a deliberate, predatory allure, moving as one unit towards them, turned every head. Zoe led, zeroing in on the apparent captain, a broad-shouldered brute with a broken nose. "Heard you boys play rough," she stated, not asking. Lyka subtly hit record on her phone, panning across the curious, then fascinated, faces.
The captain, Tom, grinned, his eyes sweeping their group. "Depends on the game, sweetheart." Maya leaned over the table, giving him a deep view down her plunging top. "Our game involves cameras, no rules, and seeing how many of you we can drain dry tonight." A collective intake of breath, then raucous cheers from the team. Tom’s gaze hardened with lust. "You serious?" Cathryn stepped forward, meeting his eyes. "Deadly. Pub’s too crowded. Your place or ours?" Tom slammed his pint down. "Ours. Bigger. Follow us." A chaotic, noisy exodus ensued, the six women weaving through the pub after the hulking rugby players, Lyka capturing every leering stare, every whispered comment from the stunned locals. Cathryn felt a surge of power, an echo of the alleyway toilet but magnified tenfold. Andrew’s screen would be lighting up.
The rented house was a chaotic mess of sports gear, beer cans, and cheap furniture, smelling faintly of sweat and stale pizza. The tension crackled, raw and immediate. No warm-up needed. Zoe pushed Tom onto a sagging armchair, unzipping his jeans before he was fully seated. "Right," she declared, her voice cutting through the excited chatter of the other players pairing off. "Who’s first for the camera? Cathryn? Lyka? Show Andrew what he’s missing."
Lyka stepped forward, phone steady. She focused on Chloe, who was already pulling a blond flanker onto a nearby couch, hiking up her skirt to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Chloe guided the stunned player’s thick fingers into her dripping cunt, moaning exaggeratedly for the lens. "Fuck yeah, Andrew," she panted, "Look how wet I get for strange cock!" The player, mesmerized, began finger-fucking her vigorously. Maya was on her knees before another, noisily sucking his cock while Jess straddled a third, grinding against him, urging him inside. Zoe, meanwhile, had freed Tom’s thick erection and was licking the swollen head with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes locked on the camera Lyka pointed her way.
Cathryn felt a tap on her shoulder. A dark-haired player, younger, nervous energy buzzing off him. "You… you filming too?" His voice was tight. Cathryn smirked, opening her own phone’s camera. "Need something to film, handsome. Get that cock out." He fumbled, freeing a respectable, hard length. Cathryn angled the phone. "Suck it for Andrew," she commanded, dropping to her knees. The boy gasped as her mouth enveloped him, hot and demanding. She sucked hard, bobbing her head, letting the camera capture every inch disappearing between her lips, the stretch of her mouth, the wet sounds. "Oh fuck," he groaned, hips jerking. "Your mouth…" Cathryn pulled off, saliva glistening on his shaft. "Tell Andrew how good my whore mouth feels," she ordered, looking directly into her own lens. The boy stammered, "S-she sucks cock like a fucking pro, mate!" Cathryn took him deep again, gagging theatrically, her eyes watering for the camera as she deep-throated him.
Across the room, Zoe had mounted Tom, impaling herself on his cock with a guttural cry. "Filthy bastard!" she yelled, riding him hard, her small tits bouncing. "Give it to me! Andrew loves watching me take it rough!" Tom gripped her hips, slamming her down onto him, the armchair groaning. Lyka moved like a phantom, capturing it all: Jess being bent over the pool table by two players, one fucking her pussy, the other spitting on his hand before pushing a thick finger into her ass; Maya, switching cocks, taking a second player deep in her throat while still stroking the first; Chloe, now on her back on the floor, legs wide, a player kneeling between them, his tongue buried in her cunt while another stood over her, feeding his cock into her eager mouth. The air filled with the symphony of sex: slapping skin, wet sucking, guttural groans, choked moans, filthy encouragement, and the occasional clatter of a beer can knocked over.
Cathryn felt the boy in her mouth swell, pulse. "Gonna cum!" he gasped. She pulled off, aiming his cock at her face. "Cover me," she demanded. Thick spurts hit her cheek, her lips, her chin. She kept her eyes open, looking into her phone’s screen, letting Andrew see the warm load splatter her skin. "Mmm, tastes good, baby?" she purred into the camera, licking a stripe through the mess. Before the boy could recover, another player pushed him aside. "My turn, slag." Cathryn didn’t hesitate, opening her mouth for the next cock, larger, uncut, already leaking. She sent the messy facial clip to Andrew with a swipe of her thumb.
Lyka appeared beside her, her own phone still recording the chaotic room. She nudged Cathryn. "Switch." Cathryn pulled off the new cock, leaving it glistening. Lyka dropped to her knees, engulfing it in one smooth motion, taking him balls-deep immediately, her throat working visibly. She looked up at Cathryn’s camera, her eyes dark and challenging, a silent message to Andrew: Watch this. Cathryn panned back, capturing the entire scene – a writhing mass of bodies, the rugby shirts discarded, skin slick with sweat, six women servicing, being taken, a frenzy of shared debauchery under the harsh overhead light. She hit send as Zoe screamed, climaxing violently on Tom’s cock, triggering a chain reaction of grunts and spurts around the room. The first volley was away.
Back at the cottage much later, the women collapsed onto sofas and floor cushions, sticky, sore, buzzing with adrenaline and alcohol. Empty bottles littered the floor. Lyka was already connecting her phone to the large, ancient TV mounted on the wall. "Andrew replies," she announced, her voice flat but eyes gleaming. They crowded around as the screen flickered to life. It was a video message from Andrew’s dim apartment. He was shirtless, hard cock in hand, slowly stroking. The footage Lyka had sent – Chloe’s facial, Zoe riding Tom, the frenzied pool table scene – played in a small window inset on his screen. His voice was thick with arousal, slightly slurred. "Fucking hell… look at you pack of animals. Chloe… swallowing two loads like a champ. Cathryn… that pretty face painted perfect. Zoe… taking that brute’s cock like you own it." He groaned, his fist moving faster on his shaft. "My turn. Sent a clip back… watch it while you recover. Then get back out there. I want more. Harder. Filthier. Find a pub crawl. A bus stop. A fucking beach. Don’t stop sending… I’m waiting." The video ended, leaving them staring at the blank screen, then at each other.
Silence hung for a beat. Then Zoe laughed, harsh and bright. "Beach it is tomorrow then, girls. Low tide. Plenty of… driftwood." Cathryn felt a fresh shiver of anticipation, mixed with a deep, aching exhaustion. Her phone buzzed – Andrew’s clip. She opened it. It was close-up, shaky footage of his cock, huge and veined, erupting violently, thick ropes of cum splattering the laptop screen where their own images were frozen – Jess bent double, taking it from behind. He’d come watching them. Watching her. A dark smile touched Cathryn’s lips. The game had barely begun. She hit play on the clip again, leaning back. "Round two starts now," she murmured, the taste of salt and stranger still on her tongue. "Andrew’s hungry."