by Alex Dawson
His cock was hard, jutting out proudly from a forest of dark hair, and Farrah Joy didn’t know if it was larger or smaller than usual, but the thought of something that size going inside her tiny body made her tremble with fear.
Unresisting, she was thrown down onto the bed, and almost instantly, Daryl was upon her. He pressed her to the bed with his bulk and kissed her repeatedly, forcefully, on the mouth, the neck, the breast. He bit each of her nipples and she screamed and tried to push him away, even as her pussy got even wetter. They had said that she had to take their cocks and their abuse to win the prize, but no one had said that she couldn’t get a little of her own in, and she intended to get them when she could.
“Hey, easy, sweetheart” Daryl said quietly into her ear, “You’re right, that was too rough for your first time, I’m sorry.”
She held still and said nothing, afraid to anger him right before he took her virginity.
As, she realized. As he took her virginity.
Finally, after two ragged breaths, she decided to risk something.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered into his ear, so that, she hoped, only he would ever hear.
Daryl kissed her neck and she shivered with sudden pleasure.
“I take my women rough and hard, and they fucking love it, but none of them have have been virgins for a long time,” he said, kissing a hard path from her ear down to her collarbone. She found her body responding to him despite herself.
He reached between her legs and, instead of thrusting his fingers straight inside her like his badass biker gang member, he rubbed slow circles on her clit. Shifting some of his weight off of her, he waited until her legs spread on their own, in response to the pleasure she was getting from his caresses, before slipping one finger down between her legs and exploring her entrance.
“You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked, his breath hot against her neck.
“Yeah,” she said. Farrah Joy didn’t think anything else needed to be said.
For all the rough treatment, she was totally turned on. No one had ever touched her like these men, and she found that her fantasies about rough sex with hard bodies were not half as good as the reality. She realized that they were all right, she was a slut. Nothing would make her happier than to have Daryl fuck her right here and now in front of all of these people.
“Yeah,” she found herself saying again, “Yeah, go ahead, I want you to fuck me.”
“You want me to pop that cherry?” he growled, positioning himself between her milky white thighs.
“Yeah!” she said again, breathlessly.
She felt his hard cock in the wetness between her legs, sliding up and down her slit before finding her entrance and pressing inexorably forward. Soon, it met the resistance that the intrusive fingers had found earlier, but instead of retreating, the cock pushed mightily and tore through, Daryl sheathing his hard dick all the way inside her in one strong stroke.
She screamed with mingled pleasure and pain as he pulled out again and thrust back into her, setting up a punishing rhythm in her virgin pussy.
Eyes shut as she focused on sensations, she didn’t see whose hand crept across her belly between her and Daryl, but she groaned aloud when she felt expert fingers on her clit.
Her first orgasm swept her away after only a few more thrusts, with the addition of attention to her clit, and she thrashed her entire body, tight channel clenching down on Daryl’s stiff cock.
“Oh, shit, princess,” she heard him say, before he was coming inside her, hot jets of thick jizz. As he pulled his softening cock out of her, she opened her eyes to see the fluid still leaking from it.
He turned to the crowd and pumped one fist into the air in victory, totally unashamed of his nudity.
“WHO’S NEXT?” he roared, and the crowd of horny young college men all burst into demands to fuck Farrah Joy, who gulped and tried to relax on the soft bed.
It was going to be a long night.
Farrah Joy had always wondered if it would be different, feel different, when she lost her virginity. She wondered if she would feel any different - rise up off the bed suddenly taller and more confident, having become a woman.
She also wondered if it would hurt, having her delicate passage be breached by a man for the first time. She’d put things inside her, and enjoyed it, and that hadn’t hurt, but she wondered if a cock was somehow different.
It was, and it wasn’t, she learned. Daryl was larger than the dildo she’d snuck out and bought a few weeks ago, but getting filled like that was a lot of fun, even though it stretched and hurt her.
She didn’t have much time to think about what was next, though, because right after Daryl climbed off of her, the guy who had been teasing her clit with his fingers took his place between her legs, and, without so much as looking her in the face, found her pussy with the head of his cock with only a bit of fumbling and slammed home.
Farrah Joy grunted and glared, but his cock was smaller than Daryl’s, and she’d signed up for it, so she didn’t think that she should bother struggling. After all, she didn’t want to spur them on to greater heights of depravity.The longer they were satisfied with just fucking her pussy, the better. Instead, she simply tried to ignore the sensation of a thick shaft working in and out of her slightly-sore passage, and pretend that she was elsewhere, not getting fucked in public.
When he finished and stood up, she thought to herself, “Two down.”
He was quickly replaced with a third guy, who pulled her legs up over his shoulders and jackhammered into her tight channel. The new position let him hit her cervix on every thrust, and she started to cry, and tried to pull away as she was held in position. She’d thought losing her cherry had hurt, but this was much worse, and it seemed to never end, as her legs were held in place in the man’s iron grip and his cock fucked her deep and long.
Before the guy destroying her pussy was done, someone yelled “Push her closer to the head of the bed,” and he obliged, scooting her roughly forward so that her head hung upside-down off the end of the bed.
When she gasped, disoriented at the press of people near her face, she found a cock presented to her mouth.
“No teeth,” she heard someone grunt, and the dripping shaft was thrust into her open mouth.
She did her best to hold her mouth as far open as possible, holding still as the guy thrust in and out, fucking her face for the first time as she tried to keep him from going deep enough in to choke her.
Farrah Joy learned that spunk was slimy in her mouth and tasted salty and a little bitter, not at all pleasant, but not too disgusting to handle.
Soon, the guy jackhammering her sore tight channel stopped, pulled out, and came all over her belly.
That seemed to inspire the badass biker gang members gathered around Farrah Joy, because she soon felt more hot jets of slimy jizz hitting her stomach, her breasts, even her feet.
A strong hand appeared on one of her breasts, rubbing the come into her skin and squeezing her cruelly.
With all of this happening, she lay back and took it. It soon became a blur to her, as she was fucked from both ends over and over. Eventually, someone else climbed on top of her and tittyfucked her, pushing her cum-slick breasts together and thrusting between them. Someone else took her hand and guided it to his cock until she began to stroke.
In less than an hour, she’d gone from a total virgin, to having one throbbing dick in her pussy, one in her mouth, one fucking her tits, and one in each hand, not to mention the guys grabbing her just to feel her skin and cumming all over her naked body.
Eventually, she realized that she was starting to cry. It was just too much. Her jaw was ridiculously sore, and her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she was pretty sure she was covered in bruises.
When the current guys inside her mouth and pussy pulled out, she quickly rolled onto her side and put her hands over her face, clamping her legs together.
“Please,” she said, “I’m not using a
veto, but I am asking you to let me stretch and go to the bathroom. That doesn’t count, right?”
“It does, too!” one of the members shouted, but Daryl stood up and took control of the situation.
“She just took a lot of cock for any girl, let alone a virgin. Guys, we don’t want to damage her. Let’s save some fun for tomorrow,” he called, and, with some grumbling, the crowd moved away from her and started to disperse as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
A few guys stayed back - Daryl, the guy who had taken her aside to tell her the terms of the bet, and a couple of others.
For a short minute, it was just her and Daryl on the platform.
“Pretty game, princess,” he said.
I flushed with pleasure at the praise, but before I could reply, a few other men walked up. One was totally naked and seemed comfortable with it, tattooed and lean, his cock and balls swinging between his legs.
The smaller blond man still wore a pair of tattered jeans and his leathers. Another man, fat and heavy, was fully dressed.
“My name’s Jan,” the small blond said.
Farrah Joy stared up at him.
“Is this really the time for introductions?” she asked.
“Sure, why not?” he said, and laughed. “I’m Jan, you’re Farrah Joy, and you just got royally fucked. Good job not using a veto there, you’re lucky Daryl is a soft touch for any virgin he gets to deeeeflower.”
Daryl rolled his eyes and punched Jan in the arm.
“Hey, just because I have a beating heart doesn’t make me a total soft touch, motherfucker,” he grumbled.
It was a little surreal to Farrah Joy. She’d just lost her cherry, just been roughly gangbanged, and these men were joking, as though holding a girl down and having five or ten guys at once fuck and grope her was a perfectly normal activity.
To them, though, it was, she realized. This happened every year as the Biker Babe celebration, and stuff like it probably happened other times throughout the year. These friendly, cheerful, handsome men were totally comfortable with treating women as tireless sexual objects because it was simply what they did.
Farrah Joy wasn't sure if she was more alarmed that the men felt that way, or that, pain and humiliation and all, the gangbang she'd just had was incredibly erotic and satisfying. She'd secretly, shamefully, masturbated several times a day for years, and never felt as relaxed and complete as she did now.
She tried to stand up, and found that her overused muscles were jelly, as though she'd just ran a marathon. She sort of had, she thought, a marathon of cock.
Two of the men whose name she didn't know pulled her up and hauled her towards the other end of the room, supporting most of her weight, for which she was grateful.
There were several doors, and they opened one and helped her into a large bathroom, with stalls and a big open shower with eight heads.
"I want to watch you shower," one of the guys who had helped her said.
"Um, really?" Farrah Joy asked. She didn't want to use a veto, but really? All she wanted was a little privacy and not to be touched for a few minutes.
"Yeah," he said, "In fact, I want you to shower with me and I want to fuck you in the shower. Come on."
As the other men in the room watched, he took her hand and led her into the tiled end of the room that was the big shower. Grinning a cocky grin, he stripped, throwing his clothing away from them, lay down on the cold floor, and told Farrah Joy to straddle his stomach.
Once she had obeyed, he spoke up. “I want to see if you’re wet enough with cum that you can slide right onto my cock.”
She grimaced and nodded.
"Do you want to do this?" he asked.
"Not really," she said, obediently moving to where he'd ordered her.
He shrugged and smiled at her.
"You're going to do it anyway, though, right?" he asked.
"I'm trying," she muttered, turning red and looking away. She was trying, poised over his cock, slippery with cum, but she wasn’t quite wet enough for him to slide inside like he seemed to want.
He reached between her legs and spread her lips, exposing her and making her even more nervous.
Holding his hands there, he turned his head to catch the eye of one of his badass biker gang members.
“She’s not drunk enough,” he said. “Last girl was so drunk I could have slid my fist into her like this, this prissy slut is tightening up.”
There was a general chorus of laughter. Farrah looked at Jay, but he shrugged and stepped back. Apparently this was not outside the realm of reasonable.
"Go ahead and get more beer," he said, and Farrah Joy heard footsteps.
The guy straddling her took the time to run his hands all along her body, and she held still and took it.
She heard the door open again and the voices grew louder.
The first jet of cold beer hit her in the small of her back. She gasped and flinched, but didn't move away. She knew that she'd signed up for this, so she shut her eyes and thought of the money she could win from these guys.
Another guy must have come into the shower area, because the second hit her right on the side of the head. She glanced to her right and saw that they were shaking cans of cheap beer and then opening them to explode all over her.
She gasped in surprise and then, realizing what was coming next, squeezed her eyes and mouth tightly shut. She did not want a single drop of beer to get in her eyes and sting.
She was right, of course, the next stream to hit her went square in her face, and she struggled to keep her mouth shut.
“You’ve gotta drink it,” someone yelled.
The beer was cold and she was soon shivering and sticky, her hair in dripping hanks.
She obeyed, though, opening her mouth and letting the beer into her mouth, only shutting her mouth to swallow it.
“Tilt your head back, I have some better stuff and I don’t want you to waste a single fucking drop,” a man’s voice said.
Farrah Joy tilted her head back and opened her eyes to see that a man had a dark bottle of beer poised over her lips.
Another man grabbed her hair tightly and forced her head back. She opened her mouth and shut her eyes and prepared to swallow.
This beer was stronger and more bitter than what she had drunk before and she coughed and sputtered, it burned going down and tasted horrible. She would have pulled away, but her hair was held too tightly for that. It hurt and she whimpered and gagged.
There was a brief pause and she swallowed desperately, but soon enough more beer was being poured into her mouth.
Farrah felt tears slide out of her eyes at the pain and humiliation.
“Drink up, bitch,” a man told her cheerfully. She was trying to obey, but she hated being spoken to like that and she winced.
“All right, two bottles with shots into her, she’ll be a little looser soon,” the man who had brought the glass bottles said. The grip on her hair loosened and disappeared and Farrah Joy cautiously opened her eyes.
She was sticky everywhere and miserable, but she didn’t think she’d have to drink much more beer. The men were milling around and seemed a little bored.
“Let’s find out!” The guy she was straddling moved his fingers down to her entrance and jammed a finger two knuckles inside her.
She whimpered. Nothing about that had turned her on, so the only lubricant was the beer cooling on his fingers.
He pulled out and thrust two fingers in to their hilt as she stiffened and tried to pull away. She felt a pair of strong hands grab her shoulders and hold her in place. The guy took her hands and placed them on her head.
"Leave those there, sweetheart," he said, and moved his own hands down to her sore breasts, squeezing each of them roughly before grasping each of her nipples with finger and thumb and crushing them.
She shrieked and thrashed, bringing her hands down off of her head to try and pull his hands off her nipples and protect her tender flesh.
"You stupid bitch," the guy behind her growled, "I told you to leave your hands where they were."
He spoke to the guy she was still straddling.
"May I borrow her for a few minutes, or did you have plans? I can punish her later."
"Give me a few minutes while she's still dripping and I'll surrender her. I want to humiliate the stuck-up bitch before you hose her off," he said, not even looking at Farrah Joy.
"That's fine. Biker Beer Babe, your punishment for disobedience starts now. When he's done with you, I am going to tie you up so you can't move at all and make you regret ever thinking you could stop me from hurting your precious little nipples," the guy behind her said.