The girl raised herself on her elbows and looked directly at me, challenging.  I had just watched eleven men fuck her.  She was naked, her inflamed tits shining with a thin film of sweat.  They had been mauled relentlessly.  Her stiff nipples had been suckled over and over again.  Her pretty face too, was wet with sweat, her mascara had run, her hair was plastered to her forehead.  But her pink lipstick looked untouched.

Who was she?  She had been introduced, but I had already forgotten her name.  Was she a pro?  She had a minder, a woman old enough to be her mother.  Perhaps she was her mother.  I had known a fair few amateurs who would be up for a gang bang.  My own much missed wife would have grinned and said;

"Go for it."

We had been swingers and it had been her idea, she had been an irrepressable free spirit.  Now her spirit was free.  Probably providing blow-jobs for the Angels.  Our swinging contacts had led me to this select group.

 "The twelve."

All men in their forties and fifties, all successful in their chosen businesses, all comfortably off if not actually rich.  After my wife died, I had been approached, there was a vacancy, would I like to fill it?  Tonight was my initiation and as the novice, I was last to go.

The girl was on her back in the centre of a mattress, placed on the floor for the purpose.  Her knees were raised and parted.  The spunk from eleven men bubbled from her gaping cunt, forming a large wet patch beneath her.  Now my task was to add mine to the mix.

Would I be able to come?  Would anybody but me know if I didn't?  I was certainly hard enough, I had been since the debauch began, almost an hour ago.  My aching balls had tucked themselves up against my body.  I could come alright, but what concerned me was the lack of friction.  How would it feel to slide my cock into the morass?  I had experienced sloppy seconds many times, but sloppy twelfth?

I was being urged on by the others, chanting;

"Fuck her, fuck her."

I took my position and aligned my erection with her gape.  I leaned forward and very gently, kissed those inviting lips.  When I drew back, she was smiling up at me.  Her fingers found my cock as she fed it into herself.

Her cunt was certainly wet.  Wet, warm and slippery.  But either my kiss had pleased her, or perhaps she had done the same with all the invading cocks, but she clamped my cock with her strong cunt muscles and seemed to be milking it.  I came very quickly, pumping my all into her accommodating fuck hole.

There was a cheer from the spectators.  Before I withdrew my depleted member, I leaned forward and kissed her again, mouthing;

"Thank you."

She was led away by her minder to clean up.  The eleven were congratulating me, shaking my hand, slapping my back, raising their glasses.  The girl returned, now fully dressed.  She too congratulated me, but as she shook my hand, she pressed something into it.  Being naked, there was nowhere to put it.  I transferred it to my left hand as a glass was thrust into my right. 

Eventually, I made my excuses and went to get dressed.  What she had given me was a folded scrap of paper.  On it were the words;

"Call me."

and a telephone number.