He had pushed his finger inside. I moaned around Richard's cock, hips bucking downward to urge more of that finger inside of me. It was wet with lube, and it twisted deep within me, all the way up to the third knuckle. It brushed up against sensitive spots that I hadn't known were real, and I couldn't help but want more.
It was scary, but the thought of being filled by three men at once was too tempting to pass up - I wanted Brian to fuck my ass. I would've begged, had my throat not been full of cock. I wriggled my hips, though this didn't make much of a difference, seeing as Kevin was fucking me hard enough to make me squirm with each thrust.
However, Brian seemed to take the hint regardless, grinning and slipping a second finger in alongside the first. He stretched me out, stretched me to my limits - I felt as though I might tear in half. "God, these guys were right about you. Nothing but a useless cockslut, huh?" He chuckled, pulling his fingers out and watching me intently, watching my puckered hole gape needily for him.
I was bracing myself for Brian's cock, but all of a sudden, Kevin pulled out, taking his cock in hand and lazily pumping the base. He watched me with eager eyes, watched the way I would react to the loss of dick. Richard, too - he pulled out of my throat, stroking himself to the sight of my surprised face. I had no idea why they'd all decided to stop - so suddenly, too!
"Please-" I begged, my abused throat barely able to get the words out. I needed their dicks inside of me, but I didn't want to lower myself to begging unless it was absolutely necessary. I spread my legs, showcasing the holes that were ready for cock, lips parted. "Please- just fuck me- I need it-"
It was impossible to stop the stream of pleas that flowed forth freely, rolling off my tongue with ease. My brain was so lost in the haze of lust that I couldn't manage to shut up. "Give it to me-" I pleaded. "I need you-"
Kevin and his friends turned to look at each other, chuckling at the depraved woman before them. "Fuck- you were a virgin a couple minutes ago, and now look at you! Cock's the only thing you can think about-" Kevin remarked, stroking himself. "You really are a pathetic little whore."
"I don't think I can hold back anymore-" Brian panted, tugging his pants down to reveal an impossibly thick cock - I wasn't even sure if it would fit inside of me. He was the first to give in to temptation, aligning the tip of his dick with my entrance and slowly urging it in, groaning as he did so. I arched my back, taking him in as deeply as I could.
My eyes were glazed over with pleasure, flitting lazily between Richard and Kevin, silently begging them to join Brian and fuck me.
Richard sighed, grabbing my useless little head and forcing his cock back into it. I accepted him eagerly, sucking at him as though my life depended on it. My throat swallowed over and over, walls clamping down on the dick inside, eager to please. I looked up at him through my wet, messy eyelashes, hoping he was enjoying himself.
Kevin followed suit, taking his place next to Brian and shoving his cock back into my aching, twitching pussy. I was already so close to orgasm, but Kevin was a tease - he wasn't going to let me cum that easily. I rolled my hips down onto his dick, urging it to hit that sensitive spot from before, the spot that had made me see stars last time.
It was surreal, being filled by three men at once. My body felt as though it was being put to good use, every orifice filled with the cock it deserved. I was stretched beyond my limits, hands grabbing uselessly at the forest floor to regain some semblance of balance. Tears leaked from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks and onto the base of Richard's cock.
I moaned incessantly around the dick in my mouth, hips bucking down to meet the movements of Brian and Kevin, both of whom had settled into rhythms I could barely keep up with. Their pants, their groans - I was far too turned on. They were so rough with me, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it. I felt like such a slut - but it was an amazing feeling, one I'd never felt before.
I could feel Richard's cock twitching in my throat, and I moaned and swallowed around it, desperate to please him. Before I could protest, however, he pulled his dick out of my throat, taking it into his hand and stroking it. He stared down at me with those piercing gray eyes - I was certain that I must've looked utterly brainless in comparison.
"Fuckin' worthless cunt-" He panted, using his free hand to slap at my chest, my small tits reddening in protest, nipple hardening rapidly at his touch. He grabbed it between his fingers, digging the nails into it, drawing out a cry of pain from my mouth and a bead of blood from the nipple. My pain seemed to satisfy something deep within him, because he bit his lip the second he saw me choke out a sob.
He grabbed his dick firmly, and I watched hungrily as it twitched in his hand. He pumped it furiously, positioning himself over my chest. My lips were parted, lewd sounds escaping them as I watched, tits bouncing as I was fucked by the other two men. Richard shut his eyes firmly, suddenly reaching his climax.
His hot, sticky cum fell in ropes across my worthless chest, and I stared up at him happily, proud that I'd managed to make him cum. He stroked himself through his orgasm, slowing down and panting as he rested on his haunches, eyes slowly opening to observe the beautiful mess he'd made of me.
"Fuck...you're pretty damn amazing, you know that?" He remarked, looking at me with the first genuine smile he'd shown me this entire time. I couldn't respond, only moan - I brought a finger down to the mess on my chest, dipping it into the cum and licking it off, making a show of it for him.
I was suddenly distracted by Brian - his hips began to snap forward at a wild, unprecedented pace. He groaned, leaning forward and digging his fingers into the plump flesh of my waist for support. His cock hit places deep inside of me, and I tipped my head back, crying out, voice broken and loud in the quiet of the forest.
His cock began to twitch inside me, and suddenly, I was being filled up with his warm seed, sticky inside of me, completely satisfying. I allowed my eyelids to flutter shut, lips hanging open in ecstacy as he pumped me full of cum. When he finally pulled out, I was aware of the fact that some of it was leaking out, trailing down to my pussy.
I panted, still trying to keep up with Kevin's pace as I watched Brian tug up his pants. "You're a great cumdumpster, Daisy-" He remarked, malice inherent in his tone. I blushed at the words, though they were obviously not meant to be taken as a compliment. Somehow, I'd grown to appreciate being called a good whore - it meant I was pleasing these men well.
Finally, the only man left inside me was Kevin - his pace had changed by this point. What had started as teasingly slow had grown utterly rough and wild. He was being careless with my body, fucking me as though I were a ragdoll. His hands were planted firmly on my hips, fingernails digging deeply into the fleshy areas, drawing out little beads of blood.
I wrapped my trembling legs around his burly form, my heels pressing against the small of his back, urging him to go deeper. He felt so amazing inside of me, so fucking perfect - I had never imagined that sex could feel this good. I bit my lip, looking deep into those delicious chocolate eyes of his.
He was purposefully avoiding that one perfect spot that I so desperately needed him to hit. I rolled my hips down to meet his, arching my back and angling myself in such a manner that he'd have to hit it.
And hit it he did - over and over, with unexpected force. I cried out in ecstacy, immediately hitting an immensely satisfying orgasm. I saw stars, eyes wide and unfocused as my entire body lit up with pleasure, goosebumps forming all along my arms and legs. I dug my heels into Kevin's back even further, holding him inside of me.
My walls clamped around him wildly, pussy hot and satisfied. I squeezed his cock as tightly as I could, and his hips snapped rapidly forward - his huge dick began to twitch and leak inside me before finally spurting cum deep into me. I hadn't even considered protection, but in my lust-addled state, I was too far gone to care.
"So deep-" I panted.
"Slut-" Kevin groaned, riding out his orgasm inside of me. "You'll just spread your fuckin' legs for anyone, huh
? Let anyone cum inside you like it's nothing-"
His observations made me blush - I really was a whore, but I didn't mind that fact one bit. As Kevin finally pulled out, cum leaking out of my hole and onto the ground, I stared up at him happily. I was glad to be of service to him and his friends - exhausted, I lay there panting for a few moments more, basking in the afterglow of orgasm.
A piece of paper was thrown onto my chest.
Lazily, I picked it up - it was a map. Opening it up, I saw that Richard had marked two trails.
"One's back to the city, the other's to Kevin's house. I figured we could meet up again sometime." He remarked, shrugging his shoulders as he watched me attempt to gain my bearings on the map.
I grinned - I couldn't wait to visit them again.
Dominated By Three Frat-Boys
Growing up, I had never been popular, especially not with the boys. I was a late bloomer, and socially awkward. Middle school and high school had been pimple-laden hellholes of social anxiety and feelings of inferiority - I hadn't ever figured out how to use makeup, and my wardrobe consisted solely of hand-me-downs from my older sister.
My friends were asked out on the regular, dating and dumping the seemingly endless stream of boys that seemed to come their way. I was a bystander, and I would eagerly listen to their tales of sex and romance, waiting for the day that I'd be the one experiencing all of these things, the day that I'd be able to tell them the stories.
Unfortunately, that day never came. Presently, I was nineteen years old, a college freshman. I had hoped that college would bring new opportunities, new friends, new men - but the year was almost over, and I had yet to have any success with the opposite sex. I grew desperate, attending every single party I heard about.
I would doll myself up, using my limited knowledge of makeup (which admittedly came mostly from online tutorials) and the several new outfits I'd purchased with spare change. On the night that everything changed for me, I was decked out in a slinky, black number - a dress that highlighted all of my curves.
My eyeliner was winged, it was perfect - my lashes fluttered sexily as I stared at my reflection. It was the best I'd ever looked. Perhaps that's why things had ended up the way they did. That party was loud, was crowded, was full of drunken youths slobbering all over each other - and for the first time, I felt as though I could blend in.
Three boys had approached me all at once. A group of friends, perhaps. I had been a stuttering mess as I talked to them, replied to their inoffensive questions. The ringleader of the group was a man named Daniel, a senior with dark, dark eyes and wavy, ink-black hair. I'd never seen anyone so handsome before in my life.
I was awkward around men. My thighs shifted together, I squirmed under their domineering glances - it was probably obvious that I was immensely sexually frustrated after all these years of taking matters into my own hands, so to speak. Daniel picked up on this, noticed my flustered face - and he draped an arm around me, leading me away from the centre of the party, friends in tow.
They were talking amongst themselves, occasionally involving me in the conversation. I would nod, leaning into Daniel's strong touch as we walked. Before I knew it, we'd reached the exit - I was being urged out of the party and into the cold midnight air. I was already a little wet just from being in such close contact with an attractive boy.
"Violet, you gonna come back to our place?" Daniel asked, arm still sturdy and tough around my thin frame. "I think we could have a lotta fun together."
I agreed with his sentiments - I, too thought we could have a lot of fun together. I shouldn't get my hopes up, but it was impossible not to. It was the first time boys had ever taken an interest in me, and I was putty in their hands. I hoped for at least a kiss. At least that much - and maybe, if I got lucky -
My train of thought was abruptly stopped by Joe, one of Daniel's friends. He wasn't quite as attractive as Daniel, but definitely good-looking - he had a large, muscular frame, twinkling blue eyes, and a mop of soft brown hair that rested atop his head. He yanked me away from Daniel, causing me to let out a worried noise.
He laughed - I must've sounded pretty ridiculous. I was being pulled into the car, into the backseat. I shifted into the plush leather, trying to get comfortable. Daniel was in the driver's seat - of course. His other friend, Sam, a lean blond with a snarky mouth, was sat beside him. That left me and Joe all alone in the back. My heart began to race.
The hum of the car, muffled hip-hop music, light conversation between Daniel and Sam - I tuned it all out. Joe was shifting closer and closer to me, and my legs were beginning to tremble with an odd mixture of nerves and desire. I knew what my mother would say - don't spread your legs for a stranger, no matter what.
Following that all-important rule was going to be difficult tonight, especially if these men were to make advances towards me. Body hot and tingling with anticipation, I allowed Joe to wrap an arm across my shoulders, pulling me into his cologne-tinged warmth. It was certainly not a situation I'd expected to get myself into, but there was no way in hell that I was complaining!
Suddenly, there was a hand - calloused and large, groping at my chest. My eyes flew open as though I were a deer in the headlights, back pressed firmly against the interior of the car. Joe wasn't making eye contact with me - rather, he'd joined in on Daniel and Sam's conversation. He was squeezing and grabbing at my breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh. I blushed furiously, my panties growing uncomfortable.
There was no doubt about it from that point forward - these men were taking me back to their apartment in order to use me. I was insecure, I was shy, and I was a perfect target for guys like them. Ordinarily, I would've attempted to remove myself from the situation immediately, attempted to get them to stop the car and let me out.
But something was keeping me firmly in place. As the car slowed to a stop outside of a rundown apartment complex, I realized that I'd gone past the point of no return - I was far too horny to give these men a firm 'no'. I wanted to be used, as odd as that sounded. Realizing this made me disgusted with myself, and as Joe removed his hands from my body and exited the car, I heaved a nervous sigh.
Soon, we were walking up the stairs to their flat. My high heels got caught over and over in the splintered, moldy wood of the steps, and Sam slung an arm around my waist to keep me upright. The three of them were tipsy, but sober enough to know exactly what they were doing. The way they were treating me was the way they would treat a drunkard - I had only down one drink tonight, but if pretending to be drunk got me where I wanted to go, so be it.
Daniel produced a key from his pocket, fiddling with the lock and swinging open the door. We all filtered inside, and I was instantly taken aback with how nice the place looked. Compared to the outside, it was a palace - the furniture was new, the floors were clean, and the place looked more than spacious enough for three guys.
Kicking off my heels, I allowed the men to drag me inside, mind still reeling with worries and wants. I'd heard about this sort of thing happening a lot on college campuses - sexually frustrated men taking advantage of a drunk young woman. I should be fighting back right now. Daniel was pushing me down onto the couch, and I knew that I should be fighting back.
But the thing was, I didn't want to fight back. Daniel's powerful hands were on my shoulders, and the plush fabric of the couch felt heavenly against my hypersensitive skin. I was far too aware of my surroundings, of the way Daniel's pupils expanded as his eyes rested on my lips. I was about to have my first kiss with a man who might as well have been a stranger.
I allowed my eyelids to flutter shut, and suddenly his lips were on my own, forcing my mouth open. His tongue was relentless, swirling against my own with fervor. I was clueless, lost, and I had no idea how to reciprocate his actions. I clumsily moved my lips against his, savoring the tingly feeling between my legs.
His hands were on my wrists, holding them down, forcing me into a place of submission. I didn't mind, bucking my hips up against his without
even thinking about it. I could vaguely make out the joking insults lobbed at me by Joe and Sam -
"Fuck, she's the easiest bitch we've ever found."
"What a fucking slut-"
I paid the remarks no attention, even though I was completely aware of the fact that they held some truth to them. Daniel's hips were angling down to meet mine, grinding against me. I could feel a subtle hardness, and my body lit up with excitement - I had managed to get a man hard, and somehow, that felt like an accomplishment.
All too soon, the kiss was over, and Daniel was straddling me, sitting up and looking down into my eyes. I blinked up at him, and as he loosened his grip on my wrists, I knew that it was now or never - did I want this? I had the chance to bail. I could easily escape right now if I wanted to. I remembered my mother's words - they played over and over in my mind like a mantra.
But of course - my inner whore was keeping me tethered to the couch. Daniel brought his hands down to the hem of my dress, and I let out a pathetic whimper of uncertainty. He snickered at that, ignoring the way I shifted in discomfort beneath him. I wasn't sure I wanted to be the first one to get undressed.
"C'mon, Violet. You can't expect me to stay interested in you with your clothes on-" He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began to push my dress up around my hips. I glanced to the side, wondering if Joe and Sam had sensed the malice which that little comment was laced with.
Evidently, they did not. Joe was already hard, his jeans sporting an impressive tent. Sam had his arms crossed, an eyebrow cocked as he watched a girl get coerced into undressing on his couch. I widened my eyes at him, a pitiful gesture. He simply smirked back, shrugging subtly, almost imperceptibly.
It seemed cruel, but I supposed I was the one who had let things go this far. My dress was bunched around my waist, black panties exposed to Daniel, who raised an eyebrow at the telltale wet spot. He brought his hand down, and to my surprise, began to subtly push his finger inside, over the panties.
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