I’m already handling three cocks when a fourth guy comes over and starts rubbing his dick on my tit. I haven’t seen him around here, but the way he’s slapping his half-hardened cock on my nipple, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to add much to this dull orgy.

I sigh as I turn from one cock to the other, sucking it as I bounce up and down on the cock that’s sliding in and out of my bored pussy.

It’s always the same orgy, always the same twenty or thirty boring old cocks.

We need some new orgy friends.

Some different cocks would be nice for a change.

My mind starts drifting as the new guy grabs my head and shoves his soft cock into my mouth. Come on, dude. Get hard and then come over. I don’t have time for soft dicks.

I give him a few lazy sucks and then turn back to one of the other three dicks that are pointing at my face like arrows. I stroke the shaft and suck on the head as the guy lets out deep groans like he’s about to come. He yanks his cock away from me and jerks himself off, howling like a madman as he dribbles half a teaspoon of cum on my unimpressed tits.

I sigh as he shuffles away.

My mind drifts to what I have to do tomorrow. It’s a Saturday, and we have to go to the Hardware store to pick out the tiles for the bathroom renovations. I should start pricing lawn mowers because ours is almost dead.

A guy comes walking over and grabs my arm. “I’m going to take her for a turn, guys,” he says, brushing the other dicks away from me.

I hold back a yawn as he guides me to the couch, turns me, and shoves me onto it. I land with my knees on the cushions and my arms on the top. This guy is big and muscular, but he’s got a small cock.

He positions himself behind me, gripping my ass as he slides in and starts fucking me doggystyle.

I rest my chin on my arms, looking around the room as he gives my uninterested pussy a go.

There are naked people everywhere, in all sorts of sexual positions. Steven and Mandy host an orgy every Friday night in their apartment. I’ve been coming here for years, but I haven’t cum in a while. Not with these same old boring dicks every week.

I think I have to get kinkier. These vanilla orgies aren’t doing it for me anymore.

I’ll go to that yoga class at nine tomorrow, and then we can head over to the Hardware store. Ah, shit! I think Lucas has a soccer practice at ten. That will screw up my yoga plans.

“Yeah,” the small-dicked guy behind me grunts as he starts thrusting in harder. “You love my fucking cock!”

I like doggystyle because the guys can’t see me rolling my eyes.

My husband Todd is standing by the fish tank, getting a blowjob from the girl who works at the car wash.

“Hey, Todd!” I call out across the ocean of moaning and writhing bodies.

He adjusts his glasses as he turns and looks at me over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Does Lucas have soccer practice tomorrow?”

The guy behind me starts really ramping up the pace, swinging me back and forth as he fucks me. I want to turn and tell him to slow it down because I’m trying to have a conversation over here, but I just let it go. He’s close to coming anyway, and then he’ll leave me alone.

“Yeah,” Todd says with a nod. “At ten o’clock.”

Shit. That means I won’t be able to go to my yoga class.

I sigh as Todd turns back around. That sucks. I really wanted to go to that yoga class. I hate soccer.

I’m getting more bored with each short thrust when the door swings open and a new couple explodes into the room.

Here we go. I perk up with interest as I see the hot young girl burst in, looking smoking hot despite the condition of her outfit, which is wet and all scuffed up. My mouth drops when I see who’s following her. He’s thick with muscle, a gorgeous face, big hands, and I’d bet he’s hiding a huge cock under those tailored pants.

I lick my lips as they look around with wide bulging eyes. Finally, some new action.

I’m definitely going to try him out. And her.

But they don’t look like they’re here for sex. The guy’s eyes widen to the size of Magnum condoms when he spots the fish tank in the corner. He runs over, bumping into a guy getting a blowjob, and dunks his head into the water.

“What the fuck?” I mutter as I watch him. His head is submerged in the water, drinking sloppily like a British Bulldog who just crossed the desert in the middle of the summer.

His pretty little girlfriend starts walking around the room, staring at everyone with pure amazement in her eyes.

What the hell are they on?

Steven and Mandy have a strict no drug policy, so it’s only a matter of time before they’re kicked out. I just hope I get a taste of that cock before they do.

Mr. Five Inches behind me starts grunting heavily. In all of the excitement, I forgot he was even back there.

“Come on my dick,” he grunts as he squeezes my ass.

I have to hold back a laugh. It’s going to take more than five inches to make me cum. You’d have a better chance with your fist.

I turn my attention back to the new girl who is staring in wonder at a guy who’s jerking off on a pair of tits.

“Wow,” she mutters as she leans over closely and stares. The guy throws his head back and grunts, coming on the big tits in front of him.

The new girl looks like a crackhead scientist observing an experiment as she holds her chin in her hand and nods with a furrowed brow while she watches. When he’s done, she reaches out and pokes his cock with her index finger then starts giggling.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend is still chugging water from the fish tank, splashing it everywhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if he swallowed a couple of fish with the way he’s going at it. He looks like he hasn’t drunk anything for weeks.

Some naked guy walks up to the new girl, holding his hard cock in his hand. “Hello,” he says, looking her up and down.

“Hello,” she says in return, giving him a friendly wave. She looks down at his hard cock and points to it. “Sir, you have a blue eggplant growing out of your body.”

The guy looks down at his cock with a frown, and she skips away, moving through the room. She stops at every couple, honking the girls’ breasts and poking the guys’ asses with her finger.

The new guy finally yanks his head out of the fish tank and turns around, taking deep gulps of air. His face, hair, and suit are drenched as he looks around with wide confused eyes.

“Why are these mannequins having sex?” he asks with water pouring off his chin.

I’d still fuck him.

The new girl circles back to him and he grabs her arm, looking panicked. He backs up until he’s flattened against the wall like a drugged-up Spider-man, and then quickly slides along the wall toward the door.

The girl walks over to the coffee table and gasps as she picks up my leather whip. She tucks it under her arm and then grabs my favorite ball gag and an open box of Magnum condoms.

Her friend yanks the door open and leaps through it, disappearing into the hallway.

“Wait!” she says, running after him with my stuff in her arms.

I perk up on the couch, about to call them back so I can get my stuff when the guy behind me squeezes my ass and yells that he’s coming.

“I’m coming!” he screeches.

Good for you.

I sigh as I slump back down, watching as Mandy closes the door. The guy and girl are both gone with my toys. Oh, well. Those don’t do anything for me anymore anyway. I need a lot more than a whip and a ball gag to get my motor going these days.

Mr. Five Inches finally pulls out of me and walks away without saying a word. Before I can take a second to stretch out my legs, Steven takes his place, sliding his dick inside of me.

“Hey, Steven,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Hi, Linda,” he answers as he thrusts in and out of me. “Did you guys file your taxes yet?”

Shit! I wonder if Todd sent them in.

“Hey, Todd! Did you send in the taxes?”