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The veil lifted in the blink of an eye and Eric looked suddenly appalled by the suggestion. “What! Fuck no! I’m not gay, Victor, you faggot!”
“Fuck you, Eric! You’re only gay if you’re attracted to men and want to suck cock,” snapped the brute, his absurdly high voice rising even higher in his fury, and his skin, stretched tight over rippling muscles, flushed to the colour of a baby tomato. “An ass is just another hole to fuck, and as I’m the one who’ll be getting fucked, ether come over here and stick your dick in me, or just go jerk off. I don’t really care which.”
Cowed by the naked fury in the larger man’s voice, Eric looked down at his feet and shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot before moving around outside of Mina’s line of sight. She shifted to follow but Charlie’s grip on her hair held her steady and so, desperate to distract herself from the storm ravaging her lower body, she gave up and focused all her attention on worshiping his cock. Sucking furiously and bobbing her head, she slid back along his length before swooping down, taking him deeper on every swing until his fleshy cap banged against the back of her throat. She could only moan at the musky flavour spilling over her tongue, her throat relaxed and the agony of her gag reflex remaining a distant memory. Groaning, Charlie quickly began to roll his hips with her motions, trying to receive more of the wondrous sensation as his iron-hold in her hair forced her to take him deeper and faster. And for a brief time the trick seemed to work. Focused as she was on the job-in-mouth, she felt detached, almost disembodied, from the foreign forces moving within her.
Then something new off-balanced her. First, she felt Victor shudder and release a long, low breath that tickled the hairs along the back of her neck. Then he doubled over, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as the cock in her arse seemed to become even harder, and she knew Eric had taken him up on his offer.
It was awkward, at first, but after a moment the pair fell into rhythm and Mina could feel the doughy male’s thrusts into the brute’s tight cheeks as a drumming echo that rippled through the layers of muscle to reverberate through her anus as Victor drove into her at the same instant. In the back of her mind, Mina couldn’t help but envision the scene unfolding behind her. Victor, so huge and powerful, with bronzed skin stretched tight over bulging muscles and glistening with perspiration, doubled over with his features locked in a mask of pleasure as Eric, red-faced and panting, drove into his arse. Despite his objections, he was taking to the anal dalliance like a natural, eagerly venting his frustration out on the larger male’s arsehole and fucking him with ill-disguised delight, his fleshy body jiggling with each fresh plunge. The thought sent a kinky thrill straight down to her core.
Oh… God no! Wh-why is this turning me on?
Sucking with a mad fury, she worked the cock in her mouth with all the fever of a professional as Charlie clutched at her head with both hands and began to buck and thrust into her moist orifice, trying to distract herself once more from the liquid desire surging through her veins, igniting an all-too-familiar fire in her core. Yet it did no good. The room was heavy with the scent of sex. Every breath flooded her lungs with the musky aroma of sweaty man-flesh, causing a fog to fall over her thoughts as her ears rang with the repeated slapping of flesh on flesh and the deep throaty sobs and moans of pleasure.
Her clit, swollen and in desperate need of proper attention, was throbbing. Her nipples were painfully tight, aching for devotion, and before she realised what she was doing, one of her hands relinquished their perch on Sean’s torso to creep up her toned abdomen and cup the swell of her left breast, kneading it the way only she knew how while twisting the pebbled nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Just that simple touch was enough to send tingling feelings surging down to her neglected clit and she couldn’t resist moaning around the dick in her mouth. Unaccustomed to being so helpless, she longed to grab them as her hips began to roll and push against the shafts hammering her twitching holes, riding them and pivoting in just the right angle to quicken the heat amassing slowly within her while the press of bodies kept her restrained, bound like a rag doll.
No-no I can’t cum from this… not like this…
Then, just as the fires began to creep from her core, fingers of molten passion, the vision of her masturbating became too much for her oppressors and she suddenly felt Sean stiffen beneath her.
“Oh yeah! Here I fucking cum!” he roared, his hips bucking off the carpet in two last upward thrusts before his length suddenly swelled and erupted within her, unleashing thick streams of his molten seed deep into her grasping sheath.
Mina wanted to protest, to shout that she wasn’t ready, but sensing the heat blossoming deep within her, mixing with the cum already deposited in her womb, she knew it was already too late. Making a quick mental note to call her GP first thing in the morning, she then felt a sudden, kinky thrill as she realised, for the third time in less than an hour, a man had climaxed inside her- and she liked it.
Good, I really have become a slut.
The thought sent a shudder of desire thundering through her body and the way her muscles tightened and convulsed around his cock, coupled with the feeling of Eric repeatedly hammering his prostate, pushed Victor over the edge. Shaking, his back curled and his shaven head fell back against the smaller male’s shoulder. He exhaled a strangled squeak and drove into her arse to the hilt, his cock twitching, firing a thick tide deep into her brutalised bowels at the exact moment Eric succumbed to his own bliss and filled the burly giant’s tight arse with cum.
Her muscles tensed, hungrily milking the shafts buried inside her, and Mina could tell her legs were on the verge of giving way as the hot fluids slashed against her inner walls, dicks pulsing. Nonetheless, by the way he throbbed against her tongue, and the increasingly desperate speed with which he was fucking her mouth, she could tell Charlie wasn’t far behind his companions. With her vocalisations still reverberating down his length, the beauty, determined to finish him quickly, breathed in a deep breath through her nostrils then exhaled, sending a rush of warm air spilling across the organ, tickling the tip and caressing the sensitised glans.
“Ar-oh!” gasped Charlie in a choked splutter as, surprised and overwhelmed, he gave one last wild thrust all the way into her muggy orifice. His fingers tightened to a white-knuckled grip on the roots of her hair, forcing her to hold him in as his cock swelled and pulsed, shooting thick streams of salty cum down her throat. The sudden jet made Mina cough and splutter but, recovering quickly, she swallowed and drank down every drop, moaning happily, until his orgasm subsided.
And with that, the deed was done and Mina Carring, budding actress and glamour model, had experienced her first gangbang.
Overwhelmed by the sheer force of the three simultaneous blasts, the foursome collapsed together in a huddle of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs. Panting hard as the afterglows burned through them, it was a full two minutes before any of them could muster the will to move, and then it was only to shakily stagger to their feet, withdrawing their softening shafts from her body and leaving the beauty huddled in a ball on the bedroom floor.
“Wo-wow… that… that was bloody brilliant…” panted Sean, his chest heaving and face suddenly as red as the hair covering his body, as he stumbled almost drunkenly about trying to pull his trousers over his legs. His companions each made similar remarks and comments of agreement, yet Mina was in no state to take note and only half watched them out of the corner of one eye while hugging her knees to her chin, trying to ignore the dull fire burning down between her thighs.
“Grr… there! You’ve got what you wanted!” Mark growled angrily, the low and deadly tone of his voice causing Mina to twist dazedly around to discover her stepbrother seething on his bed, his naked body almost shaking with inexpressible anger as he clutched the rumpled sheets with a bone-white grip. Beside him, Daniel sat poised, thin lips drawn tight and his handsome face overshadowed by a stern, emotionless mask, concealing his emotions. His muscles were tensed, a low tremor only just visible as it ran through him. He was prepared to spring at the slightest provocation. “Now destroy those fucking videos!”
Pulling his last article of clothing over his head, Sean appeared unmoved by the veiled threat and smirked broadly before reaching into his jean pocket and retrieved his phone. Unlocking the screen, he flicked through a few options before his eyes suddenly widened in a look of mock surprise that sent a surge of dread rushing down to the pit of Mina’s stomach.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, we deleted those recordings ages ago. While you were watching Danny there fucking your sister, as it happens.” His grin broadened and he turned the smartphone around to show them its empty gallery. “Didn’t I mention it? Well, no harm done.” He shrugged his shoulders offhandedly before turning his eyes down towards Mina, the cruel amusement reflected back at her making his irises gleam like quicksilver. “And after watching how wantonly she begged for both your cocks, we knew a slut like her wouldn’t refuse us… if given the right incentive.”
His words cut so deeply, Mina suddenly felt as if she’d been pitched through a sheet of thick ice and was plunging through the black frigid waters of a bottomless sea of self-loathing, the weight of her own disgust crushing down on her.
“You bastards!” Mark roared, but before either he or Daniel could rise, the group retreated, throwing open the bedroom door and slipping out in an instant, flooding the room with the sounds from the party stilling raging below, the inhabitants somehow gleefully oblivious to the activities having taken place above their heads. And as the door closed in her abusers’ wake, muffling the uproar once more, Mina had never felt so desolate, so hopeless, so… lost.
Am I a slut?
The question rang hollow in her ears, a mocking whisper, taunting her as, in the back of her consciousness, she became aware of a warm, thick substance leaking from her pussy and rolling down her thighs.
Am I a slut?
She was not innocent, nor delusional enough to try to think of herself as one. She enjoyed sex. Even in her early teens, she had considered herself a sexual creature and had taken every opportunity to explore her sexuality. Yet never had she experienced anything like she had tonight, nor endured such a barrage of conflicting, thrilling sensations.
Am I a fucking slut?
She could say she’d had no choice, that she was doing it to save her career, or that it had been the only way she could protect Mark and save her family. Yet she could not lie to herself, and deep down she’d known, and she’d always know, that she’d liked it. She’d wanted it all. Everything, from the moment she’d stepped into the room to catch her stepbrother masturbating, and even getting gangbanged had played to her darker fantasies.
