by Ryan Ramsay
“First of all,” he starts, with a pointed finger and the bracelet shaking in his hand, “you guys broke the rules. So, fuck you. Second of all, fuck you two. And finally, a huge load of fuck you to you, Ron, and to you, Logan. Christy, you look amazing.”
“No need to get salty,” hollers Logan. “It’s only Ron that’s actually had her. I just sampled her tits.”
“That does not exempt you from the rules you have broken.” Mia is the one who says this, as she saunters by with a pursed look on her face.
Her hands are by the edge of her breasts, clamped together in overlord fashion. She struts gracefully around Damien and smiles.
“Congratulations, sir. You have won the pot.”
“Have I?” asks Damien, sarcastically.
“Yes. This little indiscretion will cost Ron and Logan two million each to add to the pot.”
She adds this with no hesitation. In my opinion, she is as good of a business woman as these men are.
“It is neither of our faults, Mia, Damien. It all lands on Christy for being a cum-slut. You should have seen how well she took my load down her throat. All of it, right down to the last drop. Isn’t that right, little minx?” says Ron.
He grabs my head forcefully and stuffs his balls into my mouth. I’m growing to like their taste better. He’s already been training me.
His cock grows right between my eyes and he grabs it and slaps my cheeks with it. It hurts but I also like it, the more he does it.
“Cut it out,” commands Mia.
“Is that what you want, little Christy? Is that what you want?” asks Ron.
I don’t even care that I am all naked in front of them all. All I want, all I really want, is—
“Fuck me. All three of you. Yes, Ron, Logan and my winner of the treasure hunt, Damien. I want to feel all three of you inside me,” I tell them, finally.
I lean and placate myself on the ground to spread my ass and cunt in the air. Ron’s balls dangle right above my ponytail. “I want you to fuck me over and over and over.”
I don’t see Mia’s face at my response, but I can tell she smirked out of both surprise and envy.
“It’s a higher price to pay, gentlemen,” she says.
Fuck the money. I just want the cocks.
“Whatever it takes, Mia,” grunts Ron.
That’s my stud.
“What he said,” says Logan.
“No. Hold on there, my competitors,” Damien announces. “I won this charming little thing; and I’m not talking about the bracelet. I get to fuck her. I get to tear her pussy apart and drink down her virginity. I’m not giving this up to Ron, who usually wins everything. You either, Logan. Boys, step aside.”
I can feel and hear the sounds of shuffling feet and unzipped pants. Clothes fall to the ground and bodies get reshuffled. I don’t open my eyes until it all gets silent once more, save for the sound of warm wind and the smell of semen.
“Rise, Christy.”
Damien’s voice is no longer hollow and calm. It speaks like an inferno waiting to happen.
I grab the grass with both hands and push myself up. Thin, able hands help me up at my side until I’m on my knees once more. A gentle brush of a palm makes me smile. A ray of sunlight kisses me on my lips as the palm coerces me to gently open my eyes.
I stutter.
Damien’s cock is the biggest I have ever seen – bigger than Ron’s, and even bigger than Logan’s felt. Suddenly I’m afraid of what is about to happen. I think of the beautiful things I left at home. My quiet room. The shuffle boards at the bottom of the inkwell drawer.
The closet with just three pairs of dresses and an endless supply of sweatpants. The many books lined up on my shelves and windowsills. And the solitude, the calm, and the nasty boring life I left behind this very morning for my adventure.
But, by God, is this better, I decide. The sheer size of it is so much better than life itself.
And I want it. I want Damien to show me what it is I have missed ever since I saw Duke impale Nancy that night. I want to know what it feels like to have a man make a woman. I want to know what it feels like to taste all the colors of the rainbow through a man’s will to plough hard.
I want to become, and never go back.
Chapter Ten
Damien
Of course I’m annoyed.
If ‘Annoyed’ was a person and decided to become a man whose whole purpose in life was to make money and give orgasms, and then the second thing he worked tirelessly for was taken from him by a man he considered his brother in arms, then yes. I would be ‘Annoyed’.
However, neither of them has actually fucked her. In my world, what Ron and Logan have done is critically first base. What I’m about to do to her is a multidimensional baseball criteria altogether – one that doesn’t even exist, except in my world.
“I’m the one who gets to take away virginity since I won,” I tell them. “Do you understand?”
The boys nod. Logan seems happy about it.
“What are you goading about?”
“Come on, Damien. I wish I would have won, but at least Ron didn’t, for once. And at least this way I know you’re gonna fuck away those pesky memories of Anastasia. Go ahead. Have at it.”
True, I think, as Ron protests against his comments about not winning. This could be the outlet I have been yearning for — a way to forget my ex.
It always seemed like one of them had all the luck, in business, personal or professional pursuits, while what I thought I wanted was taken from me. But now, I won. If only because I diligently pursued the goal while they were too busy being distracted too early. For whatever reason, though for the first time ever, they get to see something I get to have, and they don’t.
“Watch.”
I gently caress Christy’s curvy ass and spank it a little. It wobbles in perfection. There is no need to lick my lips; her pussy drips never-ending nectar. I gain entry with one finger, then I put two into her.
“Oh, you tight little virgin. So wet and hot for me, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” she moans.
“Are you ready for me?”
“I am.”
“Funny. I don’t believe you.”
Thrusting into her middle-finger-deep is the easy part. Her reaction to it is not. Christy buckles and screams out my name, more so in pain than in pleasure. And yet she rides my hand.
I’ve only seen one kind of woman like this before, and it’s the kind who wants the torture more than the sweet. This kind of woman deserves… more. More time. More energy. More focus. And so, I pull out my fingers from her depths, to which she reacts perfectly.
Her face tilts towards me. Beautiful. I push in a finger, just the one, and begin.
Her clit was already engorged before I started, and her screams and moans, calling out to the sky and to whoever is around to listen, mean nothing compared to what I know she feels at the tip of her bean. It doesn’t take long before I feel her pussy lips seize and her walls contract.
She backs up to my thighs and holds the position as she throttles hard enough to squirt all over my hand, her thigh, and my dripping cock. She shakes. She shudders. I take my free hand and caress her from the neck down. Leaning in, I take my time to breathe her in.
“I’ll ask again, little Christy. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she pleads. “I’m ready for you, Damien. Please fuck me.”
I rise and straighten my back.
“Not convincing. I’m going to make you say it louder and better. I’m going to make you convince the entire world that you need me inside you.”
I grab her neck and bring her closer to me, her face pointed at the ground and her hairs matted at the sides of her temples and then give her the whisper.
“I’ll make you scream. And you can’t do anything but enjoy the ride.”
Chapter Eleven
Christy
Here is where I stand. And here, right now, is where I fall.
It is
my day of firsts. My first deep, passionate kiss with Logan. (I no longer count that stupid peck I shared with Andrew as a “kiss” – it was a pathetic excuse of one.) My first blowjob with Ron. And now my first cock, with Damien.
What is it that they say about firsts again? That they shine brighter than a star and fall harder than a shooting one? I can’t remember, because I just came.
Orgasms are so underrated. The books say that they start from the inside out. But I think they get it all wrong. As a woman, from my kneeling-point, it never starts from the insides. Fuck no. It starts from the air around the body.
See, when Damien plunged his fingers into me, all I felt around me was silence in the pleasure-pain experience he was giving me. I thought that was what an orgasm would feel like. Boy, was I wrong.
There was something clever he did with my clit. Maybe it’s the way it got wet and slippery that gave him credence to my submission. Perhaps it’s a technique he learnt along his sexual journey. No way is it luck. So, let me see if I get this right.
I breathe in hot and heavy as he rubs my clit with his thumb and my inner upper walls with a finger.
That was when I knew I was in trouble. My nose tickled and flared, and the air around my body buzzed. It literally buzzed and heated up in all the right places. I felt it simultaneously at the base of my neck, down my nipples and at the back of my knees as well.
My toes felt like they were being sucked off, and his hand caressed the small of my back like it was his to own. It was when he pinched my swollen clit that I gave out and came, explosively, writhing around, not caring who was watching – and they all were, that was for sure. So maybe I did care. Maybe I liked it.
I feel hollow now. I feel yearned for. I feel his patience waiting on me as everyone else waits and watches my naked body convulse and writhe in sexual anticipation. And then, Damien rises behind me and grabs my neck.
“Get on your knees. Back straight.”
God, I feel so naughty. I do as he asks, without question.
He gets beneath my spread out ass and between my thighs. I see his eyes just below my navel. Suddenly he grabs my thighs and pulls me down to him, right where his thick tongue and open mouth wait for my pink pussy.
“Fuck!”
The sheer intensity deserves no words, only screaming silence. He pushes and pulls my ass as his tongue… oh God, his tongue…it goes up and down in quick successive motions. I can feel… I feel him using his lips to flap away at mine… Fucking hell… yes.
This is what it feels like. This is what freedom feels like – sun on my breasts and tongue inside of me, defiling what’s good. His lower lips plays and flaps against my ass… oh, God… my asshole.
And when I look down at him, when I see what he sees, I see me. I see me in his eyes, his hungry, starving eyes. And the girl I see reflected in his eyes doesn’t hold back. She rides his face hard, harder than she did his hand. And she lets go.
I clench my thighs tighter together to try, but I fail and spew cunt juice into Damien’s hot mouth over and over and over again. Fucking fuck… I cannot… I cannot… I cannot…
My head spins and shows me different slides of my surroundings. One is of the boys jerking off to the scene before them. Another is of Mia, fucking Mia, smiling and licking her bottom lip at the sight of me cumming. The last is of Damien, moaning into my cunt, with his devilish eyes flaming into mine.
“Fucking yes, I’m cumming!”
The second orgasm hits me like a bus. I fall to my elbows and let the shockwave wash over me. Gently, Damien relents and slows down his licking. With each flick, I shudder.
He grabs my dripping thighs and pushes me up and out of his mouth. I follow his lead weakly as he gets back up and behind me. I catch my breath. At least I try to.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Who am I to defy him?
“Good girl. Just like the little dirty dog you are.”
“Yes, sir,” I almost bark.
“You are my pet, and will do what I say.”
“Yes, sir. Please put your cock inside me.”
Ow!
“You like that, little pet?”
Ow! He spanks me a second time, this one harder than the first. I moan in agreement, and manage to get out a “yes.”
“You’re a bad pet for giving yourself to the boys first. You shouldn’t have done that.”
Smack!
He does it again, this time even harder than the second.
My ass buzzes, and he knows it.
All I want is for him to—
Smack!
“I’m sorry sir. Please, sir. Take my virginity. I want you to do it. I need you to do it, sir. I need you.”
My hair is grabbed from behind and my beady-sweaty skin is grabbed tighter from behind as I receive one more spanking. Two more. Three more. Four… more. Five. Six. Ten. Twelve. I… Damien. Sir…
My clit is taken between fingers, soft and pleasing. Damien squeezes it and flicks the little nub.
“Sir!”
“Quiet! Did I tell you to speak, little pet?”
“No,” I meekly, painfully reply.
“Follow my instructions or there will be consequences.”
“Yes, sir.”
He fingers and plays. I squirm and scream in silence. Damien makes me pour my guts out for him, and to be honest, I don’t want him to stop.
“Good pet. Your master is satisfied. Now you know your place. Now I know you weren’t lying. Now I will take what is rightfully mine.”
And all this before his—
“OH, MY GOD. DAMIEN… SIR!” I scream hoarsely.
My depths are invaded by meat so thick I fear it may very well rip my bones apart. He is slow. He is fucking careful. He is fucking delicate. He is fucking penetrating me.
Me, the quiet girl from this small town with no friends. Me, the one who never got hers. I’m finally getting mine. He is fucking me.
“Oh God, the pain. Oh, sir. Fuck me. Fuck this… rip me apart, sir. Rip me to shreds. Make me your whore. Make me your fucking cunt!”
Words spit from me the longer he slides it in. There’s not a peep nor a sound from my master as he pushes all of himself in, inch by motherfucking inch. My eyes water. My skin crawls and aches.
The pain. Oh God, the pain. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate the pain but I also love it. In the pain is pleasure.
The universe is inside me and I have no way to control it. Damien pauses and I look back at him. His face is marred with concern.
I don’t want his concern. I want him. I want him. I want his cock and his cum and his hands and his thighs and his balls and his seed. I want Damien.
I don’t care any more. I don’t care that they are watching. I don’t care that my skin sweats in buckets from the sheer pleasure. I don’t care that there is blood between my thighs. I don’t care that it hurts so good I think I’m never gonna walk again.
I simply don’t care. And I tell him. I tell him by not telling him. I show him. I heave my weight to my thighs and push back.
“Hooooly fucking cock!”
This is not pleasure. This is heaven. This is what Amy might pray for at the end of her life, since she never got to experience it here on earth. This is what foolish people pray for and never find.
I found it. I fucking found it and it is impaled in me. It is watching me. It is paying me.
This is not love, it is lust, and I am head over heels for it. It is not love, but it is the only fucking thing I want for the rest of my life. I want my master to fuck me so hard, so good, that I never need to walk again, that I never need to please myself again, that I never need to look at a man and shy away again. I want him to fuck me forever.
And forever can go for as long as he wants.
Chapter Twelve
Ron
Something seen and something imagined are two similar yet different things. I could take a chokehold of my monkey any day of the week and yank it to my satisfaction.