He went home for dinner and then came back later that evening and fucked me in missionary position. My ass was now REALLY sore and I could barely walk without pain. Yet, there was something I was finding a turn on with him doing that to me even if the actual anal sex act wasn't something I would actively seek out. After he shot his wad into me, we cuddled for a couple of hours while watching tv. "So did you have a happy birthday today Master?" "Fuck yeah I did," he enthused. "I'm glad, Master," I bubbled. "I don't know why you're so in love with me, Misty, but I'm glad you are." "You're just such a sweety I couldn't help it," I cheered. "The only way today could have been made better would be if I was allowed to sleep over with you," he said. "God, I so wish you could, Master. I'm not sure we would get much sleep, though." He chuckled. "No shit," he seconded.
The following morning, I had to ask him to walk to school slowly because my ass still felt like it was on fire. "You tore it up pretty good back there, Master," I informed him. "I just do what I do," he laughed. When we joined his friends on the way, he told them, "Misty is a little sore after what we did in bed last night and has to take her time walking." I turned eight shades of red and giggled while his buddies laughed.
At lunch, as I walked up to everybody, Kevin cracked, "so how's your hole?" "You didn't just say that!" I laughed. The others were practically rolling on the ground in merriment. He pulled me next to him and gave me a quick kiss. "Fuck Kevin, how did someone like you get a girl like Misty?" his pal Brandon inquired. "I guess we're the Chris Stein and Debbie Harry of the school," I riposted. "Who?" Brandon countered, looking confused. I had to explain about Blondie and Stein having a rather nerdy mien. "Fuck Brandon, don't you know anything about music?" I accused. "Hey babe, I've never heard of Blondie, either." "Really honey?" I reacted, astonished. "It looks like we have a date with You Tube tonight," I snarked.
I shouldn't have done that. When we got to my house after school, Kevin ordered me to strip, kneel and lay my body across the short side of my coffee table in my living room. "You're not going to fuck me in my ass again, are you Master?" I feared. "Shut up, slut! I didn't like the way you criticized me and my friend and now I'm going to punish you for it," he announced, unleashing the first hard slap on my exposed ass. That was soon succeeded by a couple dozen others, making my butt one big symphony of sore, both inside and out. Yet, my pussy was also drenched. "From now on, slut, you won't speak unless you are spoken too, do you understand?" 'Yes Master," I complied. "Now I'm going to use that mouth for what it was intended for," he claimed and positioned himself in front of my head, squatted down so that his cock was right in front of my lips and shoved it between them and into my throat, holding it there to make me gag. He grabbed a handful of the top of my hair, pulled my head up and initiated a strong reaming of my mouth. When he was ready to serve his cream to me, he withdrew his dick and sprayed it onto my face.
I knew that he learned this by watching porn, but I don't think he had yet figured out what inside of him was making him want to handle me that way. "Alright Misty, you're going to leave my cum on your face while you give me my guitar lesson," he insisted. "Yes Master," I quickly tolerated. It felt weird to have his jizz leaking down my cheeks and forehead while I endeavored to impart guitar methodology to him. It was definitely a distraction. After an hour, it had all either dripped off of me or dried on my skin and thus felt more comfortable. My ass was burning though, as I sat there watching him go through his paces. Kevin barked at me a couple of times, in fact, to stop squirming. When he had to go home for dinner, he first made me give him a hummer and he splattered my face again with his manjuice and then stated that he wasn't coming back that night so that I would have time to reflect on my misdeeds. I apologized for what I did, but did I do any introspection on my actions earlier that day? No. Instead, I learned a few more songs and videoed a couple of them to upload to You Tube later on.
When morning came and we walked hand in hand to school, he told me I was going to apologize to Brandon and I did. 'It's cool, Misty. I know you didn't mean it in a bad way," Brandon allowed. The rest of the way I kept my mouth shut until Kevin french kissed me briefly before we headed to our classes. At lunch, I was similarly tight lipped. While we walked home, he said I was a good little slut that day and he rewarded me by boning me silly at my house. At 14, I was already effectively a slave to my classmate boyfriend now.
He asked me how my asshole was and I answered that it was healing up. He smirked slightly before saying, "that's good." I gave him his guitar lesson. He was continuing to show rapid progress and was justifying all the money I spent on his equipment. We didn't have any sex at all that day, but that sarcastic little smile he exhibited led me to believe that my ass was in for another pounding in the very near future.
I was right about that, but not in the way I had imagined. Saturday, we sat around all day playing guitar, kissing and hugging and he had me give him a couple of blowjobs. Before he left, though, he told me that starting Sunday I had to be naked whenever he and his friends were over at my house. "Master, please don't make me do that in front of your friends. It'll be all over for me at school if I have to do that," I begged. I actually didn't care if I put my goodies on display for anyone, but I knew he would get more of a thrill out of the whole thing if I put up a fight. "Don't worry, slut," he reassured. "I told them that if anyone else found out I would beat them into the ground, no matter if they were individually responsible for it getting out or not. And by the way, your name is no longer Misty when you're with us, but slut. I've already told them to call you that, so get used to it," he urged. "Oh my God Master, did you tell them about what we do?" "Not very much. I just said that you get a little thrill out of being called that." That would turn out to be a lie.
Sunday, he and his three buddies came walking up to my door at just after 10 a.m.. I knew they were coming because Kevin had phoned me just before he left his house that morning. So my body was bereft of even one stitch when I ushered them in. "Holy shit, slut, you look amazing!" Jeremy, a 5'2" approximately 120 pound bespectacled bookish looking guy complimented. "Thank you sweety." "Yeah, slut is one fine bitch," Brandon ogled. "Fuck yeah, she's fine! Damn, I always wondered what was underneath her clothes. God damn!" Josh, who was Kevin's height, but stockier, though not obese, offered. "Thank you guys."
While I was getting this attention, Kevin had gone into the dining room and started taking the chairs there out and arranged them a few feet apart in my living room. "Okay slut," Kevin commanded, "give each of us a lap dance and they are allowed to touch you." "You're the man Kevin!" Jeremy praised gratefully as they all plopped themselves down on the armless chairs. "Anything for my homies," he smiled. "Okay slut, get to work!" Kevin insisted. I sashayed up to Jeremy and, bracing my hands on the back of the chair behind him, I bent over and placed my lips an inch from his while I swayed my body from side to side, my D cups swinging from side to side. He placed his hand on the back of my head and forced my lips on his, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. "Fuck yeah Jeremy, get some son!" Brandon rooted. After a little bit of that, I pulled my head away and spun around, bent over and spread my legs to give him an up close and personal view of my pussy, asshole and ass. He slapped my butt as I shook it in front of him. He grabbed my hips and jerked me into his lap. "Grind him slut!" Kevin said and so I did that, sliding my pussy over his hard jeans covered dick. He reached around and groped my cunt. "Dude, she's totally wet!" I giggled because he was correct. In the back of my mind, I wondered if Kevin had set me up to be gangbanged. That prospect was very arousing to me.
I broke away from Jeremy and moved on to Brandon, shoving my tits right up into his face as I balanced myself against the back of his chair. He slid his mouth over and sucked on my right nipple while I pulled his head into that breast. Then he reached between my legs and inserted his middle and ring fingers into me. He wiggled them inside me, which felt good and I rubbed my clit against his palm, which provoked some moans from me. A couple of minutes later, I pushed his wrist down to get his fingers out of me and turned around, shaking and shimmying my body as I stood straight up. He spanked my butt a couple of times and then bent down to plant a couple kisses on my ass.
Next up was Josh and I pushed my feet under his thighs and bent over and leaned against the chair back. My mammaries were right in his face and he fondled them up a treat, twisting and pinching my nipples, though not hard enough to hurt. Then he glided his righthand up my right leg and poked a couple of his fingers into my slit, pumping them in and out, which felt heavenly. I moaned to his ministrations for three or four minutes before I extricated his digits from my cunt and stepped off the chair. I rotated my body and bent over. My pussy was now swollen and sopping and Josh was enjoying the sight. He clutched my hips and stuck his face between my butt cheeks and licked my pussy a few times, capping it off with his own big slap on my right ass cheek. "Shit, that is a bomb tasting pussy!" Josh burbled. "You're one lucky son of a bitch, Kevin." "Thanks, bro," Kevin acknowledged as I was lowering my body on to his lap to grind him.
"Hey slut, I want you to fuck me now," Kevin ordered. "Okay Master," I stammered. "But can we please do it in my bedroom. I don't want to leave any stains on the rug or the furniture." "I hear ya, slut. Let's go, guys," he directed. The five of us repaired to my bedroom, where Kevin had me get on the bed on all fours. "Okay guys, let's use this slut," Kevin called and they all hastened to get undressed. Kevin lined his plonker with my pussy while Jeremy leaped into bed and, once he had steadied himself with the aid of the headboard, he stood in front of me and I opened my mouth so he could put his five inch schvanz on my tongue. Kevin quickly worked up a good, fast rhythm. "Hey Jeremy, fuck her face, dude. She loves that shit," Kevin advocated. Jeremy said he would give it a try and cupped each side of the back of my head in his hands and began jackhammering his penis in and out of my mouth. Kevin's screwing of me was rapidly goosing my passion toward apogee, Jeremy's cock moderating the volume of my protestations of pleasure. Josh slid in from the other side of the bed and under my breasts like he was a mechanic working on his car's muffler and sucked and gently nibbled on my milk ducts. After Kevin had given me a really hard slap, I went over the edge and convulsively climaxed. A minute later, Jeremy dumped his sperm into my mouth and watched me swallow it.
Josh scrambled from underneath me and took Jeremy's spot skullfucking me. His love gun was seven inches and my throat muscles caressed his cockhead very pleasurably for him. Brandon took after Josh and scooted on his back underneath my titties and sucked my milk duds for all he was worth. The combination of sensations was synergistically inspiring a steep climb toward orgasm. I was slobbering all over Josh's prong while it juked in and out of my yapper. I started to feel multiple orgasms attacking my senses. "Fuck slut, you love this shit, don't you?" Kevin observed. "You live for cock," he estimated. I couldn't reply because Josh's pole was filling my throat every few seconds. Wave after wave of orgasms rippled through me and I barely noticed when Josh held my throat on his jerking cock and flushed his balls southward. Right as Josh was pulling out, Kevin ordered me to kneel in front of him, whereupon he stroked his cock and deposited his semen on my face. "Okay you guys, here is the rule: you can only cum on her face now," Kevin declared.
Jeremy got behind me as I reverted to my hands and knees and rolled his John Thomas into me."Losing your virginity in a gangbang for the win, right Jeremy?" Kevin laughed. Everyone chuckled at that news. Kevin's semen was streaking my face as it dripped down. Brandon continued slamming his shooter into my gob and was leaking copious amounts of precum. "Fuck, slut, you really know how to suck a dick," he gasped before he yanked his fuck stick from between my lips and dotted my cheeks, nose and eyes with his snotty burden.
Jeremy was just about to give me another orgasm at that point as he tattooed my ass with his pubic bone with his hard thrusts. Nobody was standing in for Brandon yet and I didn't know why at the time. It was a much needed respite for my throat and jaw, though. They all waited for Jeremy to finally finish by marking my countenance with his man milk. I would soon know why there was an interruption.
First, Kevin told me to straddle Josh and lower my pussy on to his dick and then lean forward. Then I felt Kevin squirt lube into me, which was when I knew that they were going to try to DP (double penetration) me. Kevin gradually jammed his dick into my anus and, after coping with the resultant pain, I slowly started rocking my hips on Josh's rhythm stick while Kevin leisurely guided his whammer jammer in and out of me. We were able to get into a consistent rhythm and it felt fucking amazing! There was a lot of pressure on the thin wall between my cunt and my asshole, but I began to live for each cycle of my hips pistoning Josh's dick deep inside me and the locomotion of Kevin's asshole invading love baton and I had a soul crunching orgasm that caused me to scream out in ecstasy as my inner muscles securely fastened to the respective instruments of penetration. "Jeremy, stick a dick in her mouth, will ya? I don't want her neighbors calling the cops," Kevin dictated. I soon enjoyed the taste and texture of Jeremy's dong for the second time that day. To keep the rhythm going, though, I couldn't quite deep throat Jeremy's penis. The orgasms were rushing at me like an unending series of head on collisions until Josh notified everybody that he was about to launch his torpedoes. I lifted my hips so that he could withdraw himself from inside me and he hurried to get in front of me, pull his own trigger and fired several rounds of spunk at my face, some of it going into my hair and my mouth.
Brandon crawled under me and I impaled myself on him. We synchronized our hips again and got things going. "Fuck, Jesus, your pussy is total win, slut" Brandon effused as his prick slipped in and out of my well lubricated fuck tunnel. "Dude, you should try her ass," Kevin celebrated. "But you never will because it's reserved just for me!" he laughed in a fake evil voice. Jeremy, meanwhile, was still drilling my piehole. In a few minutes, I was being catapulted to the top of the summit of pleasure as the accumulating heat within me detonated like a truckload of C4 explosive. I panted on to Jeremy's dick as I got double teamed in my groin area. The room smelled like sex and ass and amid another incidence of multiple orgasms, Brandon lifted my hips up, frantically placed himself before me and littered my visage with the leftovers from his scrotum. Only about a minute after, Kevin plucked his missile from my brown silo, pushed the rubber off of his cock and milked himself on to my forehead and nose.
Kevin left the room briefly to dispatch the used condom and to sanitize his sperm injector and hands. I rolled over on to my back, the semen running in all directions over my cheeks and chin. My ass was beginning to throb and I was very fatigued. When Kevin was back, he issued a new edict: "Okay slut, any of my boys here can touch you anytime they want wherever they want," he prefaced. "However, they may not fuck you unless I'm there and they are not to fuck you in the ass under any circumstances. That hole is my personal property," he decided. "Does everybody understand?" "Cool Kevin. Thanks bro," Brandon expressed. "Nice!" Jeremy propounded. "Yeah, that's pretty sweet," Josh agreed. "Yes, Master," I tolerated. "But I want you guys to know that if anyone ever hears a word about what we've done I will file gang rape charges against all of you. Got it?" I warned with daggers in my eyes and a raised voice. "Don't fuck up a good thing because you need the ego stroke," Kevin chimed in, or your next sexual experience will be with Big Bubba at San Quentin." "Okay dude," they all echoed.
"Okay slut, go make lunch," Kevin barked. "Yes Master."
The following morning, I had to ask him to walk to school slowly because my ass still felt like it was on fire. "You tore it up pretty good back there, Master," I informed him. "I just do what I do," he laughed. When we joined his friends on the way, he told them, "Misty is a little sore after what we did in bed last night and has to take her time walking." I turned eight shades of red and giggled while his buddies laughed.
At lunch, as I walked up to everybody, Kevin cracked, "so how's your hole?" "You didn't just say that!" I laughed. The others were practically rolling on the ground in merriment. He pulled me next to him and gave me a quick kiss. "Fuck Kevin, how did someone like you get a girl like Misty?" his pal Brandon inquired. "I guess we're the Chris Stein and Debbie Harry of the school," I riposted. "Who?" Brandon countered, looking confused. I had to explain about Blondie and Stein having a rather nerdy mien. "Fuck Brandon, don't you know anything about music?" I accused. "Hey babe, I've never heard of Blondie, either." "Really honey?" I reacted, astonished. "It looks like we have a date with You Tube tonight," I snarked.
I shouldn't have done that. When we got to my house after school, Kevin ordered me to strip, kneel and lay my body across the short side of my coffee table in my living room. "You're not going to fuck me in my ass again, are you Master?" I feared. "Shut up, slut! I didn't like the way you criticized me and my friend and now I'm going to punish you for it," he announced, unleashing the first hard slap on my exposed ass. That was soon succeeded by a couple dozen others, making my butt one big symphony of sore, both inside and out. Yet, my pussy was also drenched. "From now on, slut, you won't speak unless you are spoken too, do you understand?" 'Yes Master," I complied. "Now I'm going to use that mouth for what it was intended for," he claimed and positioned himself in front of my head, squatted down so that his cock was right in front of my lips and shoved it between them and into my throat, holding it there to make me gag. He grabbed a handful of the top of my hair, pulled my head up and initiated a strong reaming of my mouth. When he was ready to serve his cream to me, he withdrew his dick and sprayed it onto my face.
I knew that he learned this by watching porn, but I don't think he had yet figured out what inside of him was making him want to handle me that way. "Alright Misty, you're going to leave my cum on your face while you give me my guitar lesson," he insisted. "Yes Master," I quickly tolerated. It felt weird to have his jizz leaking down my cheeks and forehead while I endeavored to impart guitar methodology to him. It was definitely a distraction. After an hour, it had all either dripped off of me or dried on my skin and thus felt more comfortable. My ass was burning though, as I sat there watching him go through his paces. Kevin barked at me a couple of times, in fact, to stop squirming. When he had to go home for dinner, he first made me give him a hummer and he splattered my face again with his manjuice and then stated that he wasn't coming back that night so that I would have time to reflect on my misdeeds. I apologized for what I did, but did I do any introspection on my actions earlier that day? No. Instead, I learned a few more songs and videoed a couple of them to upload to You Tube later on.
When morning came and we walked hand in hand to school, he told me I was going to apologize to Brandon and I did. 'It's cool, Misty. I know you didn't mean it in a bad way," Brandon allowed. The rest of the way I kept my mouth shut until Kevin french kissed me briefly before we headed to our classes. At lunch, I was similarly tight lipped. While we walked home, he said I was a good little slut that day and he rewarded me by boning me silly at my house. At 14, I was already effectively a slave to my classmate boyfriend now.
He asked me how my asshole was and I answered that it was healing up. He smirked slightly before saying, "that's good." I gave him his guitar lesson. He was continuing to show rapid progress and was justifying all the money I spent on his equipment. We didn't have any sex at all that day, but that sarcastic little smile he exhibited led me to believe that my ass was in for another pounding in the very near future.
I was right about that, but not in the way I had imagined. Saturday, we sat around all day playing guitar, kissing and hugging and he had me give him a couple of blowjobs. Before he left, though, he told me that starting Sunday I had to be naked whenever he and his friends were over at my house. "Master, please don't make me do that in front of your friends. It'll be all over for me at school if I have to do that," I begged. I actually didn't care if I put my goodies on display for anyone, but I knew he would get more of a thrill out of the whole thing if I put up a fight. "Don't worry, slut," he reassured. "I told them that if anyone else found out I would beat them into the ground, no matter if they were individually responsible for it getting out or not. And by the way, your name is no longer Misty when you're with us, but slut. I've already told them to call you that, so get used to it," he urged. "Oh my God Master, did you tell them about what we do?" "Not very much. I just said that you get a little thrill out of being called that." That would turn out to be a lie.
Sunday, he and his three buddies came walking up to my door at just after 10 a.m.. I knew they were coming because Kevin had phoned me just before he left his house that morning. So my body was bereft of even one stitch when I ushered them in. "Holy shit, slut, you look amazing!" Jeremy, a 5'2" approximately 120 pound bespectacled bookish looking guy complimented. "Thank you sweety." "Yeah, slut is one fine bitch," Brandon ogled. "Fuck yeah, she's fine! Damn, I always wondered what was underneath her clothes. God damn!" Josh, who was Kevin's height, but stockier, though not obese, offered. "Thank you guys."
While I was getting this attention, Kevin had gone into the dining room and started taking the chairs there out and arranged them a few feet apart in my living room. "Okay slut," Kevin commanded, "give each of us a lap dance and they are allowed to touch you." "You're the man Kevin!" Jeremy praised gratefully as they all plopped themselves down on the armless chairs. "Anything for my homies," he smiled. "Okay slut, get to work!" Kevin insisted. I sashayed up to Jeremy and, bracing my hands on the back of the chair behind him, I bent over and placed my lips an inch from his while I swayed my body from side to side, my D cups swinging from side to side. He placed his hand on the back of my head and forced my lips on his, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. "Fuck yeah Jeremy, get some son!" Brandon rooted. After a little bit of that, I pulled my head away and spun around, bent over and spread my legs to give him an up close and personal view of my pussy, asshole and ass. He slapped my butt as I shook it in front of him. He grabbed my hips and jerked me into his lap. "Grind him slut!" Kevin said and so I did that, sliding my pussy over his hard jeans covered dick. He reached around and groped my cunt. "Dude, she's totally wet!" I giggled because he was correct. In the back of my mind, I wondered if Kevin had set me up to be gangbanged. That prospect was very arousing to me.
I broke away from Jeremy and moved on to Brandon, shoving my tits right up into his face as I balanced myself against the back of his chair. He slid his mouth over and sucked on my right nipple while I pulled his head into that breast. Then he reached between my legs and inserted his middle and ring fingers into me. He wiggled them inside me, which felt good and I rubbed my clit against his palm, which provoked some moans from me. A couple of minutes later, I pushed his wrist down to get his fingers out of me and turned around, shaking and shimmying my body as I stood straight up. He spanked my butt a couple of times and then bent down to plant a couple kisses on my ass.
Next up was Josh and I pushed my feet under his thighs and bent over and leaned against the chair back. My mammaries were right in his face and he fondled them up a treat, twisting and pinching my nipples, though not hard enough to hurt. Then he glided his righthand up my right leg and poked a couple of his fingers into my slit, pumping them in and out, which felt heavenly. I moaned to his ministrations for three or four minutes before I extricated his digits from my cunt and stepped off the chair. I rotated my body and bent over. My pussy was now swollen and sopping and Josh was enjoying the sight. He clutched my hips and stuck his face between my butt cheeks and licked my pussy a few times, capping it off with his own big slap on my right ass cheek. "Shit, that is a bomb tasting pussy!" Josh burbled. "You're one lucky son of a bitch, Kevin." "Thanks, bro," Kevin acknowledged as I was lowering my body on to his lap to grind him.
"Hey slut, I want you to fuck me now," Kevin ordered. "Okay Master," I stammered. "But can we please do it in my bedroom. I don't want to leave any stains on the rug or the furniture." "I hear ya, slut. Let's go, guys," he directed. The five of us repaired to my bedroom, where Kevin had me get on the bed on all fours. "Okay guys, let's use this slut," Kevin called and they all hastened to get undressed. Kevin lined his plonker with my pussy while Jeremy leaped into bed and, once he had steadied himself with the aid of the headboard, he stood in front of me and I opened my mouth so he could put his five inch schvanz on my tongue. Kevin quickly worked up a good, fast rhythm. "Hey Jeremy, fuck her face, dude. She loves that shit," Kevin advocated. Jeremy said he would give it a try and cupped each side of the back of my head in his hands and began jackhammering his penis in and out of my mouth. Kevin's screwing of me was rapidly goosing my passion toward apogee, Jeremy's cock moderating the volume of my protestations of pleasure. Josh slid in from the other side of the bed and under my breasts like he was a mechanic working on his car's muffler and sucked and gently nibbled on my milk ducts. After Kevin had given me a really hard slap, I went over the edge and convulsively climaxed. A minute later, Jeremy dumped his sperm into my mouth and watched me swallow it.
Josh scrambled from underneath me and took Jeremy's spot skullfucking me. His love gun was seven inches and my throat muscles caressed his cockhead very pleasurably for him. Brandon took after Josh and scooted on his back underneath my titties and sucked my milk duds for all he was worth. The combination of sensations was synergistically inspiring a steep climb toward orgasm. I was slobbering all over Josh's prong while it juked in and out of my yapper. I started to feel multiple orgasms attacking my senses. "Fuck slut, you love this shit, don't you?" Kevin observed. "You live for cock," he estimated. I couldn't reply because Josh's pole was filling my throat every few seconds. Wave after wave of orgasms rippled through me and I barely noticed when Josh held my throat on his jerking cock and flushed his balls southward. Right as Josh was pulling out, Kevin ordered me to kneel in front of him, whereupon he stroked his cock and deposited his semen on my face. "Okay you guys, here is the rule: you can only cum on her face now," Kevin declared.
Jeremy got behind me as I reverted to my hands and knees and rolled his John Thomas into me."Losing your virginity in a gangbang for the win, right Jeremy?" Kevin laughed. Everyone chuckled at that news. Kevin's semen was streaking my face as it dripped down. Brandon continued slamming his shooter into my gob and was leaking copious amounts of precum. "Fuck, slut, you really know how to suck a dick," he gasped before he yanked his fuck stick from between my lips and dotted my cheeks, nose and eyes with his snotty burden.
Jeremy was just about to give me another orgasm at that point as he tattooed my ass with his pubic bone with his hard thrusts. Nobody was standing in for Brandon yet and I didn't know why at the time. It was a much needed respite for my throat and jaw, though. They all waited for Jeremy to finally finish by marking my countenance with his man milk. I would soon know why there was an interruption.
First, Kevin told me to straddle Josh and lower my pussy on to his dick and then lean forward. Then I felt Kevin squirt lube into me, which was when I knew that they were going to try to DP (double penetration) me. Kevin gradually jammed his dick into my anus and, after coping with the resultant pain, I slowly started rocking my hips on Josh's rhythm stick while Kevin leisurely guided his whammer jammer in and out of me. We were able to get into a consistent rhythm and it felt fucking amazing! There was a lot of pressure on the thin wall between my cunt and my asshole, but I began to live for each cycle of my hips pistoning Josh's dick deep inside me and the locomotion of Kevin's asshole invading love baton and I had a soul crunching orgasm that caused me to scream out in ecstasy as my inner muscles securely fastened to the respective instruments of penetration. "Jeremy, stick a dick in her mouth, will ya? I don't want her neighbors calling the cops," Kevin dictated. I soon enjoyed the taste and texture of Jeremy's dong for the second time that day. To keep the rhythm going, though, I couldn't quite deep throat Jeremy's penis. The orgasms were rushing at me like an unending series of head on collisions until Josh notified everybody that he was about to launch his torpedoes. I lifted my hips so that he could withdraw himself from inside me and he hurried to get in front of me, pull his own trigger and fired several rounds of spunk at my face, some of it going into my hair and my mouth.
Brandon crawled under me and I impaled myself on him. We synchronized our hips again and got things going. "Fuck, Jesus, your pussy is total win, slut" Brandon effused as his prick slipped in and out of my well lubricated fuck tunnel. "Dude, you should try her ass," Kevin celebrated. "But you never will because it's reserved just for me!" he laughed in a fake evil voice. Jeremy, meanwhile, was still drilling my piehole. In a few minutes, I was being catapulted to the top of the summit of pleasure as the accumulating heat within me detonated like a truckload of C4 explosive. I panted on to Jeremy's dick as I got double teamed in my groin area. The room smelled like sex and ass and amid another incidence of multiple orgasms, Brandon lifted my hips up, frantically placed himself before me and littered my visage with the leftovers from his scrotum. Only about a minute after, Kevin plucked his missile from my brown silo, pushed the rubber off of his cock and milked himself on to my forehead and nose.
Kevin left the room briefly to dispatch the used condom and to sanitize his sperm injector and hands. I rolled over on to my back, the semen running in all directions over my cheeks and chin. My ass was beginning to throb and I was very fatigued. When Kevin was back, he issued a new edict: "Okay slut, any of my boys here can touch you anytime they want wherever they want," he prefaced. "However, they may not fuck you unless I'm there and they are not to fuck you in the ass under any circumstances. That hole is my personal property," he decided. "Does everybody understand?" "Cool Kevin. Thanks bro," Brandon expressed. "Nice!" Jeremy propounded. "Yeah, that's pretty sweet," Josh agreed. "Yes, Master," I tolerated. "But I want you guys to know that if anyone ever hears a word about what we've done I will file gang rape charges against all of you. Got it?" I warned with daggers in my eyes and a raised voice. "Don't fuck up a good thing because you need the ego stroke," Kevin chimed in, or your next sexual experience will be with Big Bubba at San Quentin." "Okay dude," they all echoed.
"Okay slut, go make lunch," Kevin barked. "Yes Master."