[FM] [M] I [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 2

Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwron7/group_fmmm_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for/). TL;DR had a foursome in a hostel with three boys (Gabriel, Darragh, and Lucas), while a fourth (Charlie) hung out in the common area because he had a girlfriend. Charlie later admitted that he was attracted to me, and asked if he could watch the next time.

The morning after the gangbang, I woke up feeling surprisingly normal. Not even a hangover from the multiple pitchers of beer the guys and I had split in lieu of dinner. The girl sharing my hostel room slumbered onward peacefully, having flown in from Australia the night before. She and I had exchanged some pleasantries after I came back from the hostel shower, and I had found myself struggling to not blurt out “I JUST GOT FUCKED BY THREE GUYS AT ONCE.”

I just wanted to share my successes with somebody other than those who had been involved. But the hostel didn’t have wifi, so I couldn’t text my friends back home.

Checking the time on my phone, I groaned to myself. Too early for the hostel breakfast. Too late to risk going back to sleep and missing Darragh before he left for the airport. Maybe one of the boys were up? Quietly, I put on my shower shoes, smoothed my long nightshirt, grabbed my keys and phone, and slipped through the door. I tiptoed down the hallway to the boys’ room. My quiet knock was answered in seconds, Darragh’s large, rugby player frame filling the doorway. “Hey,” he smiled, kissing me on the cheek, “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t go back to sleep,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around his broad torso and smiling up at him, “Didn’t want to risk missing you before you had to leave.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the rest of the boys. “The lads are still asleep, but you’re welcome to come inside if we’re quiet,” he whispered, smirking at me.

I bit my lip and nodded, still smiling excitedly. He led me into the room and closed the door behind me. His suitcase was open on the floor, most of his belongings thrown haphazardly inside. “Do you want help packing?” I asked softly.

“No,” he replied simply, pushing me against the wall and devouring my lips.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I leaned into our kisses, opening my mouth to grant his tongue entry. He kissed me roughly, his hands wandering down my body to grab my ass. I pulled back and then kissed up his jaw until I reached his ear. “Grab a condom,” I whispered.

Darragh released me long enough to pull out a condom from a pocket of his suitcase, but he first lowered himself to his knees in front of me. Pulling up my nightshirt and laughing softly when he saw I had slept without panties, he yanked one of my thighs over his shoulder and shoved his tongue between my legs. I squeaked and tangled my hands in his dark hair, pressing his face harder against me. Darragh’s tongue flicked rapidly against my clit, and he quickly brought two fingers up to tease at my entrance. “Please,” I whimpered quietly.

His fingers immediately pushed inside of me, stretching my cunt and drawing out a soft moan. A rustle from one of the bunkbeds made my neck snap upwards, and I locked eyes briefly with Charlie. His eyes raked up and down my body, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched Darragh’s head push harder against my center. When Charlie’s gaze met mine again, I pulled my nightshirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. He smiled softly and pulled back his sheets to show me his hand grasping his erection over his boxers. I bit my lip and nodded. He pulled out his cock and began stroking it slowly.

My cheeks flushed, and I began grinding my pussy against Darragh’s tongue. “We’re being watched,” I whispered to him.

I could feel Darragh’s smile as he pulsed his fingers rapidly, my cunt dripping on his hand as he kept flicking his tongue against my clit. Suddenly, his fingers curled, pressing hard against my g-spot. I gasped softly and tugged roughly on his hair. “Do that again,” I whisper-begged.

He laughed and kept going, brushing his fingers hard against my g-spot on every outward stroke and forcing my body to curl in on itself in pleasure. My brow knit together and my mouth opened slightly into a small O. Charlie’s hand flew up and down his cock, his cheeks flushing as he watched me get closer and closer to cumming against Darragh’s tongue and fingers. Darragh hummed softly against my clit, finally pushing me over the edge. I bit down on the back of my hand as I came, my body shaking and my pussy tightening against his fingers, quiet gasps spilling from my lips.

Darragh didn’t give me a minute’s rest. With a final lick against my clit, he gently removed my thigh from his shoulder, pulled out his cock through the hole in the front of his boxers, rolled the condom down the length of his erection, and then hitched me up in his arms, pinning me against the wall as he plunged into me roughly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and moaned softly into his ear, maintaining eye contact with Charlie. Darragh began thrusting harshly, his thick cock stretching the walls of my cunt as he slammed me against the wall over and over again. One of my hands tangled into his hair again, and I raked my nails against his scalp as I moaned. “Fuck, Darragh,” I whimpered, “Don’t stop.”

He buried his face into my neck and tightened his grip on my ass, his pounding thrusts getting harder and faster at my urging. Pleasure raced up my body. I felt dirty in the best way. The sheer naughtiness of needing to be quiet to not wake up Gabriel and Lucas. The jolts of pleasure and power as I watched Charlie’s hand tighten around his cock while he imagined he were the one fucking me. A pang of guilt squeezed in my chest. Charlie had a girlfriend. This felt like a step closer to cheating than simply watching porn on a computer screen.

Closing my eyes, I tilted Darragh’s face up to mine, kissing him passionately as I moaned softly against his lips. Our tongues tangled roughly, our teeth bumping together as he pumped into me harder and harder. I tightened my grip around his shoulder with one arm and squeezed my legs around his hips for balance as I slid a hand down my body to rub my clit. “I’m getting close,” I whimpered, breaking the kiss to press my forehead against his.

“Cum for me, Lily,” he huffed, his Irish brogue getting stronger as he became overwhelmed with pleasure.

I pressed my lips firmly against his as I came, his mouth swallowing my moans while my body spasmed softly in his arms. My eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in my body tensed as my pussy pulsed. Pleasure overwhelmed me, spreading from my pussy out to every inch of my skin. He groaned into our kiss, his thrusts faltering slightly as my cunt tightened like a vice around his cock. As the last of my aftershocks slowed, I glanced over Darragh’s shoulder at Charlie. His hand flew up and down his cock, his whole body flushed with his shirt resting on his thighs. I bit my lip as I watched. Charlie mouthed my name and moved his shirt to cover his tip, his torso shaking as he came, maintaining my gaze the whole time.

Darragh’s hands tightened around my ass, drawing my attention back to him. “Where can I finish?” he strained.

“Where do you want to?”

“Your mouth,” he groaned, pulling out, lowering me gently to the floor, and ripping off the condom.

I rotated us so Charlie could keep watching, dropped to my knees, and slid Darragh’s cock past my lips, my hands grabbing the backs of his legs as he thrusted into my mouth. His hands tangled into my hair as he fucked my face, his cock stretching the entrance to my throat. I looked up to meet his eyes. His flushed face relaxed into a look of abject pleasure as he gave me two final thrusts, his hot cum shooting down the back of my throat as his thrusts slowed and stopped. Moaning softly into his cock, I swallowed every drop and pulled back, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Darragh laughed softly at my enthusiasm. I bobbed my head a couple times and then swirled my tongue around his tip, lapping up the last drops of cum. Finally, I pressed a gentle kiss on his tip and tucked his cock back inside his boxers. He pulled me to my feet and wrapped me in a hug, kissing me chastely on the lips once and then burrowing his face into my neck, our panting breaths and soft laughter the only sounds we could hear over our pounding heartbeats.

With a final squeeze, we released each other. Grabbing my nightshirt from the floor, I pulled it over my head and fluffed up my hair, glancing up at Charlie. He pretended to be asleep, his shirt at the foot of the bunkbed, his sheets pulled up to his torso. Darragh picked up the condom from the floor and tossed it and the wrapper in the wastebasket, glancing around to see if anything else was out of place. He then looked back at me again, grabbing me in his arms one more time and peppering kisses along my cheek. “You’ve got to come visit me, alright?” he whispered, squeezing me tightly.

“I promise,” I smiled, squeezing him right back.

“I’ll take you to all the best tourist spots. The Guinness Storehouse, the Cliffs of Moher. We can fuck all over the countryside.”

“How could I say no to that?” I giggled.

He released me and cupped my face, pressing another chaste kiss to my lips before pulling back and smiling down at me. “Don’t let the other lads wear you out too much, yeah?” he whispered, “Save some of that energy for me.”

“I promise,” I repeated, biting my lip.

With a final grab of my ass, he turned to continue packing. I checked my phone and saw that we were getting close to breakfast opening in the hostel basement. Time to wake up the other boys. I climbed into Gabriel’s bunk first and straddled him, kissing his cheek once and then whispering in his ear, “Wake up, sleepy head.”

His hands instinctively grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder against his morning wood, his eyes squinting as he slowly broke out of sleep. “Good morning, ma belle,” he whispered back, smiling softly, “Did you have sweet dreams?”

“I was too excited to see all of you again.”

“Do we have time to, erm, get things going before breakfast?” he asked, his hands slipping under my nightshirt and darkening when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties.

Darragh’s face popped down beside ours. “Nope! Get the fuck up!” he called out at full volume, making Gabriel wince.

“Aïe!” Gabriel laughed, “I wake up to find a beautiful girl on my cock, and you have to come along and remind me of my hangover.”

I kissed his cheek and ground my pussy against his morning wood once before getting up, making sure to flash him my bare ass as I climbed out of the bunkbed. Gabriel let out a soft curse in French under his breath and climbed out after me. “I’m up! Don’t yell at me,” Lucas groaned from his bed, rubbing his eyes softly and then climbing down the ladder.

Charlie faked a yawn and also began climbing down from his top bunk. “Pint for the road?” he asked Darragh, clapping him on the back.

I faked vomiting, which got a laugh out of Lucas. “I’m gonna go change before breakfast. Meet you guys downstairs?”

They all nodded or mumbled words of recognition, pulling on clothes and slapping their cheeks to help themselves wake up. Charlie and I locked eyes as my hand touched the door handle, and I bit my lip. Guilt tightened in my chest again. But then he smiled. Fuck, that smile. He shot me a wink and then turned to steal some of Gabriel’s deodorant, laughing as Gabriel complained in rapid, indignant French. I smiled to myself and opened the door, the guilt lessening somewhat. It was his choice. It was not my relationship. Maybe she wouldn’t mind! Maybe I was justifying it to myself. How little I knew about what I was getting myself into.

Part three cumming soon!

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