When the movie begins, so will the “obscene” touching.
And honestly? I can’t wait. The fullness of the plug in my ass has me on edge.
The final trailer ends with an epic swell of music and big block letters proclaiming a release date.
Now, it’s time.
Gorge opens with the camera panning over a typical American suburban neighborhood. It starts far off, like a plane’s view, then narrows in. As it gets closer to the ground, we begin to see the trouble. There are no signs of life in this neighborhood. We see an overturned child’s bicycle, then some paper litter fluttering over untidy lawns. A house’s front door bangs open and closed in the breeze.
I squeeze Damiano’s hand, getting ready for a jump-scare.
He leans over to say, “You saw our test results, yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper. From the corner of my eye, I can see Seth is listening to our conversation.
“And you are on birth control. So no more condoms, yes?”
“Yes.” Since Kyle, I’ve only been with a couple of guys before Damiano and Seth, and I insisted on protection. I’m eager, now, to feel us all together with nothing in between.
“Good.” Damiano kisses my cheek. “How is the plug feeling back there?”
I clear my throat, my face hot. “It’s, um, it’s fine.”
Seth’s hand flexes almost imperceptibly on my knee.
The expected jump-scare happens on screen, but I barely notice it. My senses are heightened for the here and now. Damiano lets go of my hand and moves his palm to my other knee.
At the same time, the men pull my thighs apart. Did they fucking choreograph this or something? If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d laugh at the idea.
But then their hands start inching inward. Up my inner thighs. I look down at my lap, at my skirt hiking up along with their movements.
“Something wrong, little girl?” Seth’s voice is rough in my ear.
“Um. No. Everything’s fine.”
“Fine, huh? Just like that big fat plug in your bum?” He chuckles. “Tell me, Miss M. Are you wet?”
I’ve been wet since they put this plug in my ass, but I don’t want to admit it. It’s too embarrassing.
“That’s okay, you don’t need to answer.” He reaches all the way to my pussy and tugs the crotch of my panties aside. “Damiano can check for us.”
My sound of protest is swallowed by my lustful moan.
Damiano grins and brings his fingers all the way up to my pussy. “She’s so fucking wet. I can easily slide two fingers in, I bet.”
He proceeds to do just that. I groan and lift up. Two fingers in my pussy, along with that plug in my ass, make for a very full feeling.
“Ah, bella,” Damiano says, “this is why we have to train you. One day soon it’ll be one of our cocks nestled in this sweet cunt, and the other in your sinfully perfect ass.”
I shake my head, but I’m not saying no. I want it just as bad as they do, but it’s not the sort of thing I can admit to.
Seth leans over and tilts my face toward his. I stare into his hazel eyes for a half-beat before he leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss. His whiskers tickle my skin pleasantly, juxtaposed with his soft, firm lips. He thrusts his tongue in, the sensual movements mimicking Damiano’s fingers. So good, so hot.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Damiano pulls his fingers away. “We must fuck you, bella.”
Something flashes on the screen—another jump-scare of a zombie breaking into a basement where a family is hiding. In the flash of light as the zombie breaks open the door, I notice the other three people in the theater.
I pull out of Seth’s kiss with a gasp. We’re doing too much, going too far. “Wait, we can’t—if those other people turn around, they could see us. And they didn’t consent to this.”
