VERONICA RELUCTANT GANGBANGS
Five Rough and Reluctant Gangbang Sex Shorts
by Veronica Halstead
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
BENT
DOUBLE TROUBLE
TAKEN BY THE HELP
MIDNIGHT PLAYTHING
TURBULENCE
BENT
A Very Rough and Reluctant Gangbang
an erotic short by Veronica Halstead
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
My brother’s face was white when he walked out of the back room of the bar and sat opposite me at the table where I was sipping my virgin daiquiri. I’d seen that look before. He’d lost again, either at cards or at the horses. I was visiting him because he’d arranged to take me out for my eighteenth birthday. For once, he’d lived up to commitment, and we had a great meal. When the time came to make the six hour drive to take me back home, though, he asked me to stay for the weekend instead. I knew mom and dad would be disappointed, but he had THE LOOK on his face. I knew what that look meant. It meant he had money and he wanted to gamble. I agreed to stay because I knew I really didn’t have a choice.
Willie’s not a bad guy, really. He’s got a sweet disposition, a nice heart, and he’s a really talented graphic designer. He’s so good that he has a ton of clients who put up with his missed deadlines and his unreliability. The problem is he gambles as soon as he gets money. He keeps getting evicted and sometimes has to borrow money from my parents just to keep from getting hurt. The worst part about it is that he actually makes and loses far more than they make. Still, I stayed the weekend. There’s no changing him when he gets THE LOOK.
So here I was at a dive bar sipping a virgin daiquiri on a Saturday Night. He’d lost again, you could tell by his face, but he was particularly unhappy this time. He looked at me, “Oh God, Liv, I can’t believe what I’ve done.”
I inclined my head to him and said, “Come on, Wille…everything’s fine. You’ll get more money. You always do.”
He shook his head. “It’s not the money. I only lost five hundred. It’s all I brought.”
I shrugged. “So don’t stress. You’ve got a hell of a lot more than that in your bank account right now.”
“It’s just—fuck, Liv. I . . .oh Jesus.” He hung his head down and then put it in his hands down on the table. I reached forward and rubbed his shoulder.
“Hey now, come on. You’ve lost more than this before. What’s wrong?”
He mumbled something and I asked him to repeat it. He stumbled around with some words before mumbling again, “I can’t say it, I just…I…I…”
“Willie, just say it, Honey.”
“He don’t wanna tell you, but I will.” I looked up. There was a tall man wearing a pinstriped suit. He was actually pretty good looking, kind of like Warren Beatty from a gangster movie. He was a little older but, he was fit. The best part was his eyes. They were steel blue and piercing. He seemed like the kind of guy who could be a big star in half comedy, half drama emotional films where he always ends up with the girl.
“See, you’re brother lost.”
“I know. Five hundred bucks. No big deal.”
“No Baby. Your brother just lost your little ass.”
“What?”
“Your brother just lost you, babe. Your body is mine now.”
“What? Willie?” Willie mumbled something and didn’t even lift his head from the table.
“Whatsamatter, Willie? Cat got your tongue? Listen, doll, he had a set of nines and he was a real good bet to win, but he only had three-hundred bucks or so to bet and he wanted more. We don’t take markers here, though, so I told him I’d let him bet another two grand. I put it up against you.”
“Up against me? What’s going on, Willie? What is this man talking about?” Willie just shivered a bit but kept his face down on the table.
I decided the man didn’t look like Warren Beatty after all. He leaned down and said, “I put two thousand dollars up against you. He loses and I bend you over and fuck the hell outta you. He lost. Three nines don’t beat a straight.”
I looked at Willie, “Willie, is this true?”
Willie refused to look at me and I could tell the man was telling me the truth. I shook my head, “I can’t believe this, Jesus, Willie.”
“There’s more though, Babe. I only kicked in a grand. The two other guys in there put up $500 each. You’ve got to take on all of us.”
I sat there in shock. Of course, I wasn’t going to go through with it. We’d go get the cash, but I didn’t know what to say. I never thought Willie would go through with something like this. I looked up at the man and I said, “I’ll go get your money and be right back.”
“No you won’t babe. That wasn’t the bet. I put up the money, me and my pals. Willie put up you. That’s that. We don’t want the cash, we want the eighteen year old piece of ass.”
“What if I tell you I won’t do it?”
“Well, fuck, I’m not some kind of a pervert who’s gonna make you do it. Your brother, though…Willie’s gonna be in a world of pain if he don’t pay up.”
I sighed. I could tell Willie was about to cry. I could have killed him myself. I looked over at him. It’s so damned weird to have so much anger and still so much sympathy for the same person at the same time. I sighed again. Finally, I nodded, “Okay. I can’t believe you’re making me do this, Willie,” I said. Still, I stood up and Mr. Blue Eyes extended his hand for me.
The man walked me away from the table gently but firmly and I took a deep breath to prepare myself for what was to come. I’m not a virgin. I’ve been active enough, so I wasn’t afraid of the sex, but I was really upset that the decision to give me up was made by my brother. I looked the man up and down and he didn’t look half bad. I figured if the other two looked about the same, I might be okay with the whole situation.
About halfway to the backdoor, I let go of his hand. I ran back to where Willie sat, anger filling me. I shook his shoulder and then grabbed him until I’d pulled him off the table. “Willie, if I’m going to do this for you, you’re going to watch every fucking second of it.”
“No, Liv, please, I can’t, I…” He was trembling, but I didn’t care.
“Shut up and walk, you bastard,” I said. I dragged him toward the back.
Mr. Blue Eyes laughed and said, “You’re gonna be a firecracker.” He watched me pull Willie toward him and he gestured to the door. I walked up to it just as he opened it. I pushed Willie in. There were eight or nine guys in the room. I turned back to blue eyes.
“You said three.”
He pointed at a table in the room where cards and stacks of money were scattered. The two other men were there. One of them was short and very muscular. He had black hair that hung down around his face. I put him at maybe twenty-six or twenty-seven. He looked okay. The other guy next to him was a little bit stocky and a little bit overweight but he was okay, too. I figured I should get the show on the road, and I pointed at two of the men standing around. “You two, take my piece of shit brother and make sure he doesn’t close his eyes once.”
There was a couch along one wall, and I started toward it, unbuttoning my blouse. Mr. Blue Eyes stopped me. He took me by the upper arm, walked me to the poker table, and bent me over it, just like that. I could see hundreds and twenties and even dollar bills on the table. I could feel hard plastic chips poking against my face as he held me down by
my shoulders. He didn’t bother to take the shirt I’d been unbuttoning off. Hell, he didn’t bother to take anything off. He just reached around, unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, and yanked them down to my knees along with my panties.
I have a great ass, a really nice ass. I know that. I was in cross country in high school and I graduated from high school just a month or two before I found myself on the table. Hell, my whole body is great. I have long black hair and big greenish eyes. My tits, now pressing down hard against the poker chips on the table, were great as well. I’m the complete stereotype, the high school cheerleader, girl-next-door type that every human being with a dick wants. There I was, eighteen years old, first time it’s legal for someone to fuck me, and I was bent over some mobster’s poker table about to give it up to three guys to keep my brother from getting the hell beat out of him.
My knees were pressed tightly together. It was like my jeans, which were bunched up around my knees, were like some kind of restraints. Mr. Blue Eyes didn’t waste any time. In seconds, I felt his dick pushing between my thighs and then up and into my pussy. It was like nothing I’d felt before. The other guys I’d been with, the guys from high school, were all fumbling and awkward. Not Mr. Blue Eyes. He had me bent over, had my pants down and had his cock inside of me—all within about thirty seconds of us stepping into the room.
I gasped as I felt him grab my waist and begin pumping at my pussy furiously. He didn’t hurt going in because I was actually turned on, even as pissed at my brother as I was. I was dripping wet before my pants ever came down. He was pushing in and out hard, and I could feel how big the man was. With my pants down around my knees and my legs pressed together, he felt even bigger. He grunted as he fucked me, and I turned around and caught a glimpse of Willie. He was shaking. He looked like he was going to cry. Good.
I felt Mr. Blue Eye’s hands on my waist. He began pulling me back hard against him as he shoved into me. He fucked harder than anyone I’d ever felt before, and I felt stabbing pains where my thighs slammed into the table’s edge. Still, I was getting into it, but I didn’t want to enjoy it. What the hell was the point of making Willie watch if I enjoyed it? I pressed my lips firmly together to keep myself from moaning, but it was a pretty irrelevant gesture because I felt fingers grabbing at my hair. The next thing I knew, my face was lifted up and there was a cock at my lips. I never even got a chance to check who it was before he shoved it into my throat.
I guess I was pretty stupid, right? I guess it was a silly and innocent little girl thing to think that they’d just each fuck me one after the other instead of using my mouth too, but I was completely unprepared. The guy began to thrust forward into my mouth while Blue Eyes was thrusting in from behind. I opened up my mouth as wide as I could to keep from choking, but it wasn’t working. The cock in my mouth was bigger than Mr. Blue Eyes’ dick. In fact, the guy had the biggest dick I’d ever seen, even in the few porn movies one of my boyfriends had convinced me to watch. I tried to get him to be gentler. I pulled my mouth back a bit, flicked at the head with my tongue, and sucked hard on the head of his cock.
It didn’t work at all. He wanted what he wanted, and he grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair firmly and thrusting hard. Blue eyes fucked me hard and fast without mercy, and the cock in my mouth thrust forward. I had only gone about two-thirds of the way down when he reached the back of my mouth and the opening of my throat. He wasn’t interested in stopping, and he just kept thrusting forward, his cock forcing its way into my throat.
I had never given anyone deep throat before. I’d used my mouth. I’d given a number of blowjobs, but I’d never gone all the way down on somebody. It didn’t matter. The man kept pushing hard. I panicked. I wanted desperately to get him out of my mouth, but the man with the blue eyes was pounding me hard and there was nothing I could do. I gripped the edge of the table and the cock in my mouth kept moving forward. I felt the head of his cock push into my throat. I started to gag. No, I didn’t start, I gagged hard. He just kept pushing as I desperately tried to relax. I couldn’t get my throat, my lungs, my mouth, my nose—any of it—to obey me. By the time he had pushed himself all the way in and his balls were pressed against my chin, I thought I would pass out. He held me there, and I really panicked, wondering if I were ever going to breathe again.
I finally decided that getting the guys off quickly was the only way to end the ordeal, so I moved my hips, trying to increase the pleasure for Blue Eyes. I also, through the gags, began sucking and moving my tongue as well as I could. The man moaned and began pumping, but he didn’t pull out very far at all. He’d pull just to the opening of my throat, about two and a half inches or maybe three, and then he’d push back up until his balls were on my chin again. Every time he pulled right to the entry to my throat, I’d gag and choke, but he’d thrust it back in.
Meanwhile, Blue Eyes was going crazy. He began to slap at my ass, hard. Nobody had ever done that to me before. It was humiliating. Still, if I had to admit it, I’d tell you I was getting turned on. The truth is, I was getting more than turned on. As horrible as the pounding my throat was getting made me feel, the way my pussy was being stretched by the guy behind me was incredible. I felt my orgasm building. The reality, though, was that it was frustrating. It was impossible to keep from choking and gasping when a cock was sending joy through my body from behind.
I was having a really hard time keeping on top of the guy in my mouth. Then, he grabbed my head, and started fucking my mouth and throat just like it was a pussy. I was really starting to panic when he shoved all the way in, holding me the back of my head tightly and mashing his balls against my chin. I felt his already massive cock get even bigger, and then he exploded into me. He was all the way past my mouth and tongue when he came, so I didn’t taste anything, but I could feel his cock pumping and could feel him splashing into my throat. I don’t remember even having to swallow, it just poured into my throat. I once watched a documentary about ducks and geese being force-fed so their livers would get huge for pate de foie gras. It was just like that. His cock was forced into my throat, and I was force-fed the semen. He held me there, his cock fully in my mouth and throat. I was still moving back and forth a bit on his cock though because the guy behind me was fucking me so hard.
I hadn’t had a real breath in what seemed like forever, but finally the cock pulled out of my mouth. I gasped and breathed in hard, but Mr. Blue Eyes kept fucking so furiously that I never really caught my breath. I just lay my head back down on the table and took the pounding. It wasn’t long before he started groaning, though and then he thrust in hard, and I could feel his cum splashing into me. He was shuddering, but he kept hard for a while before he finally pulled out. I just collapsed on the table, breathing hard and thankful that is was over. My jeans were still at my knees, bunched up and pressing my legs together.
After a few seconds, I caught my breath, and I hoped Willie had learned his lesson. I started to lift myself up. That’s when I felt a new hand on my back, pushing me back down. I had forgotten about the third man. It was strange because I was actually grateful. I hadn’t come myself, yet, but I was so turned on by the man fucking me that I figured a few more minutes would push me over the edge. I tried to spread my legs, but my jeans kept it from happening. Instead, I lifted my ass up as much as I could. That was when I heard him spit and felt something wet on the crack of my ass. I tried to arch myself up a bit, but he pushed me back down. Horror swept over me as I realized that he wasn’t planning to push into my pussy. I felt his cock at the tiny little opening of my virgin ass instead.
I turned my head around, eyes wide, but he just turned it back and held my face against the felt of the table. Without a word, he thrust forward. I had never felt a cock in my ass. To this day, I think he was twice as big as the other two, but I never actually saw his dick. When he thrust it in I felt like I was being ripped apart. I yelled into the table, screamed with the pain. It hurt like hell. No, it hurt
far more than I had ever imagined hell to be, but the man took no notice at all. He had only gotten a little of the way in, and he grabbed my hips, pulled out again, and then thrust forward hard. I screamed again, and I couldn’t imagine that anyone in three blocks wouldn’t have heard me. I heard Willie whimpering, saying something about how they were hurting me, but the guy ignored him.
I screamed, but I stopped because I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t breathe at all, and it was twice as bad as when that giant cock had been shoved into my throat. He moved in and out and pain rocketed through my body. I thrashed my body on the table, but he showed no mercy at all and kept pounding into me. I finally felt my breath and turned my head around to plead with the man to stop.
Just at the point when I was going to beg, though, it changed. It still hurt like hell, don’t get me wrong. Amazingly, though, the pain had moved to the background and instead his thrusts were pushing me along the path to an orgasm. My pussy ached to be filled, but somehow the cock in my ass was filling the need. He thrust and thrust and thrust. When he gripped my ass hard and thrust in a particularly violent manner, I suddenly came. I felt my pussy spasm, trying desperately to grab onto the cock that wasn’t even there because it was thrusting in and out of the much smaller, much tighter hole right above. It still hurt like hell, more than anything, but it was also the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I could feel my ass squeezing the man so hard that I wondered why it wasn’t hurting him. Finally, he cried out and came. I felt him squirting up into me, and as he did he spanked my ass over and over. It only made me come harder, but all I could manage was strangled gasps.
Finally, he pulled out and I lay on the table completely unable to move. I heard someone say, “Okay, Willie, we’re square.” Another voice said that he could bring me by anytime he needed a stake. I lay there as they talked about me. My mouth, throat, pussy, and ass could still feel them. My throat hurt. My pussy hurt. My ass hurt. And yet, I felt the orgasm still sending pulses of pleasure through me. I couldn’t move, but I felt hands on my shoulders and was lifted to my feet. Someone pulled up my pants, and I guess it was Willie because he was helping me walk out of the room.
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