I used to like Catholic boys. They're usually polite, friendly, educated-and horny as hell.

By the way, before I go on, my name's Michelle. Yeah-you've heard of me, I know. You've seen my pictures, haven't you? Well, that's why I said that I used to like Catholic boys. But not anymore or not as much as I used to, anyway.

It started out simply. I was at the beach with my friends and we were just walking around, taking in the sights, things like that. It was night-time already so there were parties going on just about everywhere we went. The bars and clubs were packed. We went inside one of the bars to get ourselves a drink. It took a while because there were a lot of people and the bartenders were busy. Finally, my friend and I got our drinks. "We're not going to get to sit down," she whispered to me. "Let's wait," I said. "You never know." It turns out I was right. A few moments later, this guy-tall and athletic-looking-came up to us. "Excuse me, ladies," he said in a polite tone of voice. "Would you care to join my friends and me at our table?" My friend and I exchanged looks. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. We both hoped his friends were just as good-looking. When we got to their table, we found out that that there were five of them. They were all tall and athletic-and they were good-looking.

"Girls, these are my friends-Waldo, Dick, Peter, and Johnny. I'm Henry." They all smiled at us and said hi. We smiled at them and said hi too. Then we sat down. We learned that they were college basketball players from one of the big-name universities in Metro Manila. I won't say which one but it's a Catholic school. They were here taking a boys-only vacation.

"Really?" I said. "That's interesting." So interesting, in fact, that we wound up ordering some more drinks. After the third round, though, my friend begged off and told me that she would be returning to our cottage. I asked her if she could make it by herself. She told me she could so I kissed her good night. With her gone, I had the five guys all to myself. Or so I thought.

It was about one or two in the morning when I went with the guys to their cottage. I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. Henry had been coming on to me back at the bar while his friends watched. When he opened the door to their cottage and let me in, I thought he was going to tell his friends to give us some privacy. I was surprised when they came in with him.

Henry went over to this boom box, put on a CD, and pressed PLAY. Music began to fill the cottage.

"Do you dance?" he asked me. I said I could so I began to dance, nice and easy, playing it cool. Pretty soon, he and his buddies were surrounding me, dancing with me. I decided to turn up the heat. I knew something was up so I wanted to take control of the situation as best as I could.

I took hold of Henry's shoulders and began to sway, bump, and grind to the beat. His body and mine touched and separated, touched and separated. I could feel the alcohol that I had coursing through me and making me feel lightheaded and daring. I chose that moment to kiss him-hard-on the lips. His surprised mouth offered no resistance as my tongue entered it and began to dance with his tongue.

I kept that up for several moments until he regained his senses and began kissing me back. More than that, he pulled me close to him in a tight embrace. I matched him kiss for kiss. Before I knew it, he was taking my bikini top off. Could I have stopped him? Maybe. Did I want to? Not then. One of his hands began to explore my exposed breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. Then his mouth broke away from mine and he began kissing and licking my breasts. His lips soon closed around my right nipple and began to lick and suck it. I let out a moan of pleasure-it was pleasure, I admit. It was wild, I was losing control…and I liked it.

Henry lay me down on the floor of their cottage. His friends hadn't left. They were watching us. I should've said something but it was lost when he lay on top of me and began to kiss me again while his hands worked on my breasts. Then one of his hands went inside my bikini bottom and I felt his fingers brushing against my pussy. He ran his fingers through my pubic hair and slowly began to insert his middle finger into my pussy. When he figured out that it was a bit hard with my bottom still on, he removed it. Now I was naked and exposed to the five guys.

"Fuck, Henry," one of them said, "she's fucking hot! Let's bang her!"

"Yeah, man, but remember-I go first," Henry said.

"Sure," another one or maybe the same guy who spoke first said. "But we can touch her now, right?"

"Sure," Henry said. "Help yourselves but her pussy's mine."

"Fight!" they shouted in unison. Then their hands descended on my body. Henry's middle finger entered my pussy and began to slide in and out. Hands touched and squeezed my breasts, pinched and pulled at my nipples. Hands caressed my ass, even probed my asshole. I moaned, whimpered, gasped…but I didn't beg them to stop. My mind was blanked out by the pleasure I felt. I never thought I'd enjoy being the center of an orgy or a gangbang but it was great. Oh, God, it was great.

They let me go, stood up, and stripped their clothes off. Henry helped me to my knees. I had a buzz but I wasn't drunk. I could see that their cocks were all long and thick. Henry's was the biggest. "You know what to do, Michelle?" I didn't say a word. I just took his cock into my mouth as best as I could and began to blowjob him. Then two other guys came closer and I took their cocks into my hands and began to jack them off. I could hear the other two jerking themselves off as they watched what I was doing to their teammates.

"Oh, yeah, we're gonna have some fun with you, Michelle," Henry said to me as he took my head in his hands. "Lots of fun." He slipped his cock out of my mouth. "Next!"

A new cock entered my mouth and two new cocks got the attention of my hands. They kept it up for a while until my mouth and hands were getting tired. Henry must have noticed because he told me to lie down again. Then he went on top of me and put his cock in front of my pussy. Then he began to stick it in. I wasn't a virgin anymore by that time but it hurt because, aside from fingering me, he hadn't done anything else by way of foreplay. And he was huge, I told you that.

At last he was in. We French-kissed again and he sucked and played with my breasts. That was considerate of him, wasn't it? Then he began to pump. His huge cock stuffed my pussy. Every time it went in, it felt like he was making my love hole bigger. He mashed my breasts while he fucked me. It hurt, no doubt about that, but it was also exciting. I don't know why it felt that way but it did.

He let out a loud grunt as he came. I moaned out loud myself. Like I said, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. He got off me and moved to the side. The next guy was getting ready to mount me but then they started hooting at him.

"Different style, man! No copying!" Henry told him.

"Okay," the guy said. He flipped me over and put me on my hands and knees. Then his cock entered me and he began to hump me doggystyle while mashing my breasts. His friends were noticeably upset since they couldn't do the dogstyle on me now. With only a few seconds between my first fuck and this one, my pussy didn't have much time to recover. In a way, though, the size of Henry's cock had kind of loosened my pussy and his cum-our cum-had me lubricated so it didn't hurt as much this time. After a while, the second guy came.

The third guy was up next. He entered me dogstyle but just as they were about to jeer him for that, he lay us both down sideways and fucked me in that position. Again, I came but not as much as with Henry and the second guy. The fourth guy was a bit more daring. He lay down and made me ride him like a cowgirl. I did my best, given that I was a bit sore from the three previous fucks but he came anyway. I guess that means he enjoyed himself.

The last guy was in a jam-how was he going to fuck me? But he came up with something. He raised my legs up and I thought he was going to do it to my pussy but I was wrong. He went for my asshole instead. If the initial entry of Henry's cock into my pussy was painful, this was agony. I nearly screamed. He persisted, going slowly, slowly, until he had his cock in my ass. His teammates were all hooting and cheering and calling him sick and a pervert but I could tell they were enjoying it. They were jerking off to what he was doing. He kept my legs up in the air and just went on sliding his cock in and out of my asshole. It was a wonder that it didn't bleed afterwards. He kept at it for several minutes but he was kind enough to finger me. This time, I came ahead of him to take my mind off the pain. He looked at his teammates and took his cock out of my asshole. Then he and the others positioned himself around me and began to stroke their cocks full steam. When they came, they sent their cum splattering all over me. Most of it hit my face and mouth, the rest landed on my breasts and my stomach. The guy who fucked me in the ass let his cum run down my pussy lips.

When it was all over, they helped me stand and get dressed. Henry asked me if I could make it back to my cottage. I said no. They brought me to the bedroom and laid me out on the single bed in the place.

"Rest for a while," Henry told me. "We thought you'd be an easy gangbang but you took the best we had and it was great!"

"You're welcome," I said in a half-whisper. They left me to sleep until I felt okay enough to go back to my cottage. They even accompanied me, although not all the way to the cottage. So it wasn't so bad. They were Catholic boys, I thought.

And then my pictures came out. You saw them, right? They took those while I was sleeping in their cottage. I'm betting that was Henry's idea. I bet he was the one who was exposing my breast and my pussy, That bastard.

Like I said, I don't like Catholic boys all that much anymore. You girls who still do would be better off being careful. And then my pictures came out. You saw them, right? They took those while I was sleeping in their cottage. I'm betting that was Henry's idea. I bet he was the one who was exposing my breast and my pussy, That bastard. Like I said, I don't like Catholic boys all that much anymore. You girls who still do would be better off being careful.