I felt him move between my legs, his thighs warm against mine; felt his fingers slide down over my bottom, tracing the firm muscles before meeting over my pussy. I gasped as he began spreading my folds, exposing the entrance of my cunny.
“Ohhh...” the breath left me as he began tracing the opening with a fingertip, around and around, slowly working the full length of his finger into me. “Uhhnnn...no, please...”
I squirmed as he probed my cunny, sliding his finger back and forth, coaxing my body to send down its love cream. He laughed softly as my cunny coated his invading finger, which traced patterns against my inner walls that sent fire through my nerves.
He slid his finger back, and I thought he would pull it out – only to freeze at the feel of a second fingertip working its way between my opening and the finger already inside me. My horrified protest made the watching men laugh as the finger fucking continued, now more vigorous than before.
I shook my head as I fought against the unbelievable waves of pleasure washing over me. This was wrong, I thought, trying to pull myself off from the fingers jammed firmly into my cunny. I should not be enjoying this, to be naked in front of these men, being forced to hold a man’s fingers – and inevitably, his cock – inside my cunny.
But I had to acknowledge the excitement flowing through me, to be held down by strong men and made to submit to their desire. I could see in their faces their anticipation, the fires of lust waiting to be quenched inside me. Each gasp, each cry from my lips only served to whet their appetite, and the thought of every man present repeating what I was now going through made my heart pound with desire.
“Please...ohhhhh....please, I can’t...”
Still the fingers continued their persistent rhythm, playing my cunny like an instrument, pressing against my inner walls to spread them, then resuming their sensual assault. My movements became more frantic as my body demanded a release; how much longer would this take?
Then, just as I thought I would go over, he pulled out his fingers suddenly, leaving my cunny dilated and aching. I gave an involuntary cry of disappointment, which set our audience laughing.
“Looks like this little pussy can’t wait for some good fucking,” he commented, positioning his cockhead against my opening, and penetrating me with one firm stroke. “Ahhhh, yesss...warm and tight and soft...yes...oh, yes...feels good, doesn’t it? Eight inches of solid manmeat, that’s what I’ve got for you.”
“Uhhhnn...please...” He was thick! At least an inch around, and a shaft that kept sliding into me until he was wedged a little more than halfway. I squeezed my muscles against him, trying to keep him from entering further, and he laughed as he pulled away, only to return in another firm stroke. “No...stop!”
“Oh no,” he breathed, sliding back for another thrust. “I’ve only just started fucking you...”
“Please...”
“Eight inches, babe,” he reminded me, settled in a steady pumping motion. “You’re going to hold all of it before I’m done...and you’ll be begging for it.”
I gasped and writhed as he made good on his word, working his length into me inch by slow inch as he fucked me. He ground his hips against mine at one point, startling me; my inner walls relaxed briefly and it was all he needed to bury his shaft to the hilt inside me.
“Noooo!” I cried, feeling his balls smashed against my buttocks, his cockhead pressing against my womb. “No, please...take it out!”
“Too much for you, is it?” he laughed, continuing his slow grind against me. “Come on, tell us what it’s like to have a real man inside you...”
“Ahhhhnnn...please pull out...you’re...ohhh, it’s so thick!...So hard...no, oh, please, no more...n-nooo...oh!”
I tossed my head, feeling his cock twist inside me in time to his circling hips. How I longed to escape the thick shaft embedded in my cunny, squirming around it in helpless agony. I tried to move my feet, but only succeeded in spreading myself wider, giving him a little more space in which to move.
“Please stop,” I begged, as he paused, my breath hitching as he began to fuck me again in long, full strokes. “Please...aahhhn...”
He slid easily against my inner walls, coated by the love cream he had forced from me. Thick, and incredibly hard, I realized that I held inside me a man who would not be easily satisfied, despite the length of time he had been without a woman. Tears blurred my vision as he rode me, varying his movements; at times stabbing into me with rapid strokes, at times prodding my womb with his cockhead, always returning to the steady pumping that made me moan.
“Feel that?” He hissed, after pushing his entire length into me. “Feel my cockhead up against your womb? I’m going...to be...right here...when I finish...”
“No, not that!” I cried, squeezing against his shaft in an effort to push it out. “Please, no!”
“Oh yes...I’m...going...to be...all the way...inside...”
He was holding my hips now, in an iron grip that held me steady for the long full strokes that were gradually quickening, taking the rape to the next level, rousing me to fever pitch. I began to realize that my body was bunching, preparing to release the aching pleasure that had been building through the relentless fucking; and with a cry of despair I fought against giving him the ultimate pleasure of my surrender.
He realized what I was trying to do and laughed, announcing to the watching men the struggle being waged inside my body. I felt him reach down between our joined bodies, and shrieked when I felt his finger brush against my swollen clit, slowly rubbing in soft circles, pushing me towards the edge.
The end came swiftly after that, as my body turned rigid before erupting into powerful spasms of release, accompanied by my cries of humiliation. By the time I returned to myself, it was to the realization that I had come all over his still-hard cock, continuing to surge into me with lengthening strokes. I could only lie exhausted on the table as he rammed into me, breathing hard when he grunted, “Almost there...aughh...this is...a big one...here...we...go...!”
He pumped rapidly for several moments more, and then, slammed into me with a victorious cry, his entire length encased by my cunny. I felt his cockhead nuzzling hard against my womb, and then suddenly, a warm fluid coating it; his shaft began to pulse strongly against my inner walls, and with each throb, more of the warm stickiness slid against my womb, pooling at the bottom of my cunny.
“Yes...” I heard him hiss above me, as he emptied his balls, “Yes...all of it...”
I sobbed, broken and defeated, as he continued to shoot his load. It was the ultimate humiliation. Not only had I endured the obscene movements of his fucking; his games with my mind as he taunted me with his power over me; now, he was filling my battered cunny with his seed, reveling in his release.
It seemed forever before he finished; and afterwards, he waited for his massive organ to soften before finally pulling out of me. I felt myself pulled upright by the men holding my wrists, and turned to face the mocking eyes of the men who had witnessed my degradation.
I found the gaze of the man who had used me, and grew hot at the smirk he wore, a satisfied look that told me of the pleasure he had taken in plundering my body's treasures.
"Best fuck I've had in a long time," he said. "A man could stay hard inside you all night, did you know that? After the others have had their turn, I'm coming back for seconds..."
I sucked in my breath sharply at the thought - and then there were no more time to think, because at a signal from him, I found myself half-dragged, half-carried to the bedroom, where I was thrown on the bed and spread-eagled by eager hands. A man climbed on top of me, between my open legs...
A quick thrust, and he was inside me. I looked up into his face, and saw him leering down at me as he began to pump slowly into me, his eyes glittering with lust. My breath caught as I began once again, a journey into pain and humiliation...
