“I can’t wait any longer,” I whimper, reaching out for hi
m. “Don’t you want me?”
The guys all grin wider, laugh and punch each other’s arms at my words, but Brett takes me dead serious, he’s already working his belt open as the guys chug beer and stare. My legs part further, knees in the air, causing my skirt to slip down and showing my puffy pink slit.
“Damn girl, I need to get up in that pussy of yours,” Brett says, and down come his jeans and boxers revealing a big, veiny slab of cock to match the brutish man. And that pair of balls dangled heavily beneath, just churning with seed to knock me up.
I won’t have to wait long, because he’s already climbing over me, pressing down with that pulsing shaft as the guys cheer and watch with excitement.
The thought of them all watching me fuck should send me screaming in shame, but instead it just turns me on, and I think Brett’s turned on by it as well. Or maybe he’s just so caught up in me that there’s no way he’d shy away from a chance to take me.
I lean back, my legs spread wide, but then one of the guys starts tugging on my ankle, pulling them even wider apart. One of the other jocks sees what he’s doing, and repeats it on the other side, and feeling those hands tug me open, prepare me for Brett’s cock is erotic beyond belief.
Ohh, and it’s a good thing they did, because once Brett’s shoving that big, bulging dick into me, it’s like the first time all over again. My head flies back as I let loose a high pitched moan, and he’s sinking down deep into my wet little slit. His own deep groans of satisfaction filling the air as he squeezes every inch into me he can fit, bottoming out in my depths.
“Holy shit dudes,” he strains to say, his gloriously rock-hard body on display. “Tightest cunt I’ve ever had in my life!” He says and the guys all react with awe and jealousy, and I glance one guy out of the corner of my eye pull out his own dick to stroke it as he watches me get pumped into by the big, brawny Brett.
I can’t help but stare, my mouth parted as I let out a lewd moan of appreciation. There was no hesitation with Brett, no silly condom pulled out of his pocket. He wants me raw, just like I want him, and my pussy muscles tighten around him, drawing him in deeper. I can’t believe how lucky I am, and now that I’m filled with cock again, I can think straight. There’s enough of these jocks here that I’ll be satiated for some time, and the thought thrills me.
That delightful V-shape chiselled into his lower torso just makes me squirm to see, as it ends in a short patch of dark pubic hair above his thick cock. His buddies hold my legs back, stroking my thighs too, leaving him free to manhandle my tits with his large, rough hands as he pumps into me.
It’s so insane! It feels beyond any pleasure I’d ever dreamt of, and I even appreciate the way one guy is petting my hair, my tits jiggling and bouncing from the sensation of being fucked by Brett at an increasingly rough, fast pace.
“You all gotta try her,” he pants out between moans, his dick throbbing inside me as he keeps me to himself still. He was the leader of the pack and he was gonna have his way first before he’d share me, I realized. But that’s okay, my tight, clenching pussy wasn’t gonna let him last long if Malcolm was any sign.
And I’m in no hurry. The longer I have a cock in me, the better I feel. Especially knowing how many cocks are still to come.
I go to speak, but then flesh silences me. For a brief moment, I think it’s someone come in for a kiss, but instead it’s a guy’s fingers, two of them, pressed between my lips.
Instinctively, I start licking and sucking them, looking into the face of a stranger, someone I can’t remember ever seeing before this night. But he seems happy at my sucking, stroking my cheek with his free hand and cooing at me, the sound nearly drowned out by the whooping and hollering of the other men surrounding me.
My sweet moans and pouty faces coaxed that guy on, my dainty digits walking their way out to his groin, rubbing over his rock solid cock. It was another delightful treat to enjoy as Brett bent back my legs and really pounded me, his balls slapping against my ass so loud I thought someone was getting smacked around for a moment.
Some people started chanting Brett’s name, but then I realized at least as many broke in with a chant for me. Though none seemed to know my name, they just knew me as ‘slut’, but the way they said it betrayed their admiring devotion.
It feels more like my real name now anyways. Like the one I was born to respond to, and a great deal of pride swells up in my chest. It makes me want to please them more, to do whatever they wanted, but I’m still so new to all this. I’ve never even seen a porno, and I’m just going on instinct alone.
The fingers in my mouth, though, are quickly replaced by something else. Something thicker, veneer... I don’t even know who it belongs to as my vision is blocked out by bodies, and before I can say anything, the cock thrusts further into my lips, silencing me utterly.
I’ve never thought about having a man’s privates in my mouth, and the fact that he isn’t in my pussy gives me pause, but the taste of his precum upon my tongue is finer than any dessert I’ve had.
The little voice at the back of my brain wants to scream out that sex is wrong unless it’s for procreation — which I’m diligently doing with Brett right now — but these chanting men are so sweet to me, cheering my new name. I want to reward them, so I suckle on that cock, lick and stroke it in my mouth as whoever it is begins to pump its length into my maw.
Brett though is taking over with harder and harder thrusts, and I can’t help but stare at him, admiring his masculine physique as he claims me. His hard muscles glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, his whole body rippling as he throbs inside me, stretching me wider, making me give muffled, humming moans around that cock in my mouth.
And the sweetest part is when finally that big, beefy captain loses it. He finally hammers into me one last time, burying his dick deep as he lets loose a roar of satisfaction, the guys all burst into cheering, and I feel a thick load of virile spunk pour into me in thick long gouts.
I start sucking the cock in my mouth more feverishly as Brett cums in my over-fertile pussy, my entire body throbbing and moving against him, even though I’m still pinned. It feels good to be held, the hands restraining me, keeping me in place so that I can’t run away from all these cocks.
I know they’re afraid I might lose my nerve, that I might not be the girl they hope I am, and that’s why they’re keeping me here. But our goals are the same. They want me held in place so I can keep taking all their dicks, and I want that more than anything, so they can restrain me all they want.
So when Brett pulls out, I make sure they all know I’m not done. I help keep my legs spread, rock my hips so that my puffy, slightly-reddened pussy dribbles cum and begs for more. I reach one hand out to grasp another dick as I suckle upon the one in my mouth, and then they take the cue.
Another big, muscular football player strips off his top, revealing another chest rippling with muscle, before he pulls down his pants and lets his hard, needy cock spring out. It’s just what I need, and I give a lewd moan to let them know my excitement.
“Damn she is fuckin’ wild!” shouts one of the guys, as the next man takes hold of a tit in one hand, and my thigh in the other, sinking down into my wet, cum-filled cunt, moaning as fills me up so fully. He wants me so bad he doesn’t care that he’s sinking into the creamy spunk of another guy… well two, but I don’t think they noticed the first load the were so horny for me.
Turning them on is turning me on even more. Every time I moan against this stranger’s cock flesh, they all get hotter, and that makes me feel even sexier. It’s liberating, to give myself up to so many men, to feel their touch and breath and mouths working against my skin. I’m losing track of how many there are, and of who’s touching where, but it doesn’t matter. It’s perfect, just like this.