Pissed Off During Gangbang: Moist withdrawn E-Book

Tanja Keller

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Pissed Off During Gangbang Seven young adults in a liberal student shared apartment. Four women, three men – all sexually open, hungry for bodies, desire, and ever-new experiences. What begins as a wild group sex session quickly becomes a place of unbridled orgies, wet games, and golden desires. When a shy new roommate moves in, she has no idea that she'll soon become part of an unbridled whirl of desire, ecstasy, and boundless devotion. Raw, explicit, kinky – a series that knows no taboos. Pissed Off During Gangbang: Moist withdrawn Seven young roommates. One new roommate. And a summer full of unbridled orgies, golden games, and shameless desire. What begins as a hesitant move-in ends in a wet frenzy of bodies, ecstasy, and absolute devotion.

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Title:Pissed Off During Gangbang:

Moist withdrawn

Author:Tanja Keller

Biography:

Tanja Keller was born in North Rhine-Westphalia in 1991 and now lives in a small town in the Ruhr region. After completing her training in social work, she discovered her passion for writing – initially secretly, but later with growing dedication. Her stories are direct, uninhibited, and full of a passion for breaking taboos. When she's not writing, she enjoys long walks, hot coffee, and even hotter fantasies.

Chapter 1: The new girl in the shared apartment

The small courtyard was filled with empty beer bottles, cigarette butts, and soft music drifting from an open second-story window. Lena zipped her jacket up to her chin, even though it was warm. Her hand trembled slightly as she rang the doorbell for the third time. Above her, a faded sign read:Shared apartment “Free Spirits”– the name sounded somewhat ambiguous. The door suddenly opened, and a barefoot guy with a six-pack, wet hair, and nothing but an open bathrobe stood before her. He grinned as if he'd been waiting for her.

"You must be Lena. I'm Paul. Welcome to the madhouse."

He stepped aside, and Lena hesitantly took a step inside. The hallway smelled of incense, sex, and wet laundry. Clothes were lying around everywhere, and a pink dildo was leaning openly against the radiator, as if it were perfectly normal.

"Your room is at the back right, with a balcony. Zoe's already pulled up the sheets, I think," Paul said casually, grabbing his crotch and stretching as if he'd forgotten he was practically naked. His cock was clearly visible from his bathrobe, semi-erect, glistening with slippery slickness. Lena could hardly look away – but she quickly turned away when he noticed.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

"What for? You're not in a monastery. Come here first, we don't bite. Or only if you want to."

He winked. Lena felt heat rising in her face.

Once in the room, she put down her travel bag. The room was surprisingly large, bright, and the bed seemed freshly made. On the opposite wall hung a framed photograph: six young people – three men, three women – naked, laughing, with champagne bottles and confetti. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together, aThe woman even had a yellow streak on her stomach—not quite champagne, Lena slowly realized. Was that...?

She shook her head. No. Or was it?

"Hey Lena, you probably want to meet the others right away, right?" Paul's voice sounded from the hallway. "We're all just chilling on the balcony right now. Just come if you feel like it."

Lena hesitated. She took off her jacket, loosened her ponytail, took a deep breath, and then walked slowly down the hall. Soft moans came from one of the rooms. Not loud. Not feigned. Genuine desire. She had almost walked past it when the door opened ever so slightly—not enough to see anything, but enough to catch a glimpse: two naked women entwined, their bodies glistening with sweat. Lena paused. Her nipples began to harden, all by themselves.

A provocative picture awaited her on the balcony: Zoe, a curvy woman with black, chin-length hairand a prominent lip piercing, sat with her legs wide apart on a hanging chair, wearing only a fishnet bodysuit through which her shaved pussy was clearly visible. Kim, petite with enormous breasts and a playful look, had rested her head on Zoe's thigh. Between them was a bottle of white wine and a small, blue ashtray. Jan, tall, dark-blond, lay on a mattress next to her, wearing boxer shorts—his penis clearly visible.

"Aaaah, our new girl," Zoe crooned. "Sit down, we were just having our welcome wine."

Lena sat down on a folding chair and tried not to stare. But how could she not? Kim was casually stroking her crotch, while Zoe demonstratively sucked on her finger. Jan grinned.

"You're sweet. Still shy, huh? That'll pass."

"I'm... just new here," Lena said, trying to sound casual. Her heart was pounding.

Zoe handed her a glass without taking her eyes off her. "You've seen that we're different around here, right?"

Lena nodded slowly.

"Open. Honest. Horny. No bullshit," said Kim. "Sex is not taboo here. Neither love nor lust nor... anything else."

Lena swallowed.

“I’m not a prudish,” she said quietly.

"No one will say that," laughed Jan. "Don't worry. We don't force anyone. But if you want... you can just go with the flow at some point."

The next few hours passed in an erotic frenzy, without Lena really understanding it. The conversations quickly became intimate: favorite positions, threesome experiences, piss play—the word came up casually. Zoe laughingly recounted how she had peed on a guy at the festival, directly in his mouth.

"It was so hot. He begged. I just let go. And heswallowed like champagne.”

Lena laughed nervously, but inside she felt a thrill. The idea was absurd... and somehow electrifying.

When she left late that night, Paul was standing outside the bathroom, towel wrapped in a towel. Naked. His cock dangling loosely, thick and heavy.

"Would you like to go first? Or should we go in together? I like peeing in the shower anyway."

Lena stared at him.

"It was a joke," he said, grinning. "Or was it?"

It was dark in her room. But Lena couldn't sleep. Her hand slid between her legs. She had never touched herself so quickly. Her fingers were wet before she'd even really started. She thought of Paul's cock, of Zoe's look, of the laughter when it came to piss – and then it happened. Her body twitched. The orgasm hit her hard. Hot. Unexpected. Shameless.

She moaned softly. And knew in that moment: This house would change her.

Lena was still lying in her bed, naked under the thin covers, her fingers sticky with desire. Outside, she heard footsteps in the hallway, muffled laughter. Someone opened the window in the next room. Voices, familiar, uninhibited. Then a loud moan—followed by a snort, laughter, and a clearly audible splash. Lena held her breath. Had she heard that right?

She pulled back the covers and crept barefoot to the door. She carefully opened it a crack and peered out. The hallway was semi-dark, but a reddish light flickered from Paul's room—the door of which was only ajar. And the noises grew louder.

"Open your mouth, baby... yes, that's good..."

A throaty laugh, then the unmistakable sound of a warm stream hitting skin. A soft squeak. And then:

“Swallow it, you little piss pig.”

Lena's legs went weak. Part of her wanted to run away. The other remained rooted to the spot, her knees weak, her labia soaking wet. It was perverse. And she couldn't stop listening.

She was sure someone had just peed on someone else. And no one was ashamed. On the contrary – they sounded horny, hungry, fulfilled. The voices in her head began to argue. One screamed that it was disgusting. The other whispered that she wanted to experience something like that, too.

A splash. Then a dull sound as someone threw themselves onto a bed. Kim laughed.

“Your piss tastes kind of like beer today, Paul.”

"No wonder, I drank three liters. Next time I'll give you the cup to drink right away, before it goes through your bladder."

Loud laughter again.

Lena crept back to her room, theHer legs trembled, her pussy throbbed. She collapsed onto her bed, spread her legs, and rubbed herself hard, brutally, imagining what it would feel like to feel a warm stream running over her breasts. What it would be like to kneel, to swallow, to surrender.

She came twice more, in quick succession, and each time her orgasm seemed to blast deeper through her core.

The next morning, the kitchen smelled of coffee and cum. No joke—that was Lena's first thought when she stepped barefoot into the kitchen and saw Zoe standing there in an oversized shirt that barely covered her buttocks. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes alert. There was a towel on the table, wet— from what, Lena didn't really want to know.

"Morning, sweetie," Zoe said, pouring her a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep well?"

Lena nodded, her cheeks heating up.

“You heard, right?” Zoe asked directly. Lena hesitated. Then she nodded.

"And?"

"I... I was surprised."

“But cool?”

Silence. Then: "Yes."

Zoe grinned contentedly. "You're exactly right here."

Kim came in wearing only panties and a spaghetti top, her breasts bouncing like two slimy peaches. She yawned, grabbed a banana, and bit into it, eyeing Lena.

“Our little one seems to have been tickled awake.”

“I’m not small,” Lena murmured.

Kim stepped closer, lowered the banana, and leaned toward her. Her lips were almost at Lena's ear.

"Not yet," she breathed. "But wait. You'll scream soon."

Lena swallowed.

In the afternoon, they all sat together on the balcony. The sun was blazing, and Paul had lain in a hammock, his upper body bare, the rest of him in skimpy shorts. Jan was mixing cocktails, and Zoe was smoking naked— just like that. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and when Kim sat on her lap, Zoe demonstratively rubbed herself against her.

“You just do that... all the time?” Lena asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” asked Jan.

“Be naked. Be open. Be sexual.”

"We play whenever we feel like it," Zoe said. "And we feel like it often. Everything is consensual. And the kinkier it gets, the better. Golden showers used to be taboo for many of us. Now it's just part of the fun."

"The first time I peed on Kim, I was shaking for hours afterward," Paul chimed in. "But it was the hottest thing I've ever felt."

“And now he regularly pees onmy breakfast," said Kim dryly, "if I please."

Everyone laughed. Lena didn't. She was far too busy imagining what that must feel like. That warm, salty, yellow play. The uninhibitedness. The closeness.

Later, when she was back in her room, there was a knock at the door. It was Zoe.

“I have something for you.”

She held up a book. The title:Pee Play – pleasure without limits. Lena took it hesitantly.

"Read it. Or throw it away. But if you have questions, ask. You're not alone with your fantasies."

Lena said nothing. But she took the book. And that night, as she read page after page—about golden showers, oral sex, playing with dominance, submission, and fluidity—she realized she wanted more.

More closeness. More filth. More ecstasy.

And less shame.

At the end of the night, she stood naked on her balcony. It was windless, the sky clear. She opened her legs, looked down at the courtyard—and let a warm stream run between her thighs. It was a tentative, trembling first time.

And she smiled while doing it.

Chapter 2: Whispers Behind Doors

The next morning began quietly—almost too quietly. Lena awoke with a tingling sensation between her thighs. Her nighttime moment on the balcony was still haunting her. Never had she felt so naked—in the truest sense. And never had it felt so real. Her stream of pee had been short, timid, almost shy. But it had opened a door. A door behind which things awaited her that had only secretly aroused her until now.

Zoe was already standing in the kitchen. She was wearing just a shirt again, this time with the inscription“Piss me off – but sexy”, apparently nothing underneath. Lena tried not to look directly at Zoe's bare ass as she bent down to get a cup from the lower shelf.

“So, how was your first golden moment?” Zoe asked with a grin.

Lena giggled embarrassedly. "You noticed?"

"I notice everything. I thought it was cute. And hot. Wait, I even..." She reached into her pants pocket—which wasn't really a pocket, because she wasn't wearing any pants—and pulled out her phone. "I saw it. I filmed you."

“What?!” Lena’s heartbeat exploded.

"Just 20 seconds. And just for me. You were beautiful." Zoe looked at her seriously. "If you want, I'll delete it. If you want, I'll show it to you. Or... maybe you'll want to see it publicly someday. Who knows."

Lena was speechless. Caught somewhere between fear and horniness.

"I... maybe later," she murmured, and Zoe nodded, without pressure.

During the day, Lena kept to herself. She wanted to observe, to understand what this house was really about. In the afternoon, she sat on the balcony with a book, while Jan smoked a joint with Kim in the living room. They giggled, murmured about "the golden throne" and "swallowing discipline," and Lena had to concentrate, not toTime to sit with your legs half open.

Towards evening, things got livelier. Music filtered through the walls, voices grew louder. Someone placed a bucket of ice and beer in the hallway. Zoe went half-naked from room to room, fetching Paul, then Kim. Only Lena wasn't asked. She heard doors closing, laughter creeping through the hallway, another, darker sound mingling with it— gasps, soft groans, a dull sound like someone hitting a mattress.

Lena stepped out of her room, barefoot, wearing a thin top and panties. She just wanted to... look.

The door to the living room was ajar. The curtains were half-drawn. And from inside came something that had already overstimulated her imagination: the panting of several voices, the rhythmic slapping of bare skin, the quiet "splash" sound of a body against a wet body. And then the thing that finally paralyzed Lena:

"Come on, piss on me... make me wet... I want to feel it..."

“Yes, baby... right away...”