Thursday, May 28, 2015
2:40 PM
After school, finally gonna have it again. Couldn't get the scene outta my head of me fucking the three of them. I couldn't count how many times I came that day — it was like I'd hit the peak of pleasure and just stayed there. Something intense, delicious, magical. Just thinking about it, my legs shook with anxiety and nervousness wanting more, imagining what Diego was plotting next.
He, apparently, loved it a lot. Every day he wanted me to go to Adriano's house, and I couldn't go every time — not that I didn't want to. I wanted to, I wanted to so fucking bad!
So that's exactly what I did that day: left school and went straight there. The three of them were already waiting: Gabriel, Adriano, and Diego, of course. The vibe was chill, relaxed. They'd brought cold beers and vodka with energy drink. We hung out on the lounge chairs by the pool, drinking, laughing, the sun hitting our skin nice and warm.
I was wearing the same black bikini with ties that I liked: a super low-cut thong, leaving almost my whole ass out, the top tight marking my tits. I felt like a powerful woman. Without even Diego asking, I'd go from one to the other, sitting on their laps, grinding slow, rubbing my pussy over their swimsuits, teasing on purpose. I wanted to make it clear that I liked it and wanted more.
And they didn't hold back on the jokes. They'd bring up the other time, making fun, teasing each other: "Gabriel came in two minutes, dude, you're too quick," "Adriano almost tore the girl up, look at the size of that dick," stuff like that. I'd laugh along, but inside my pussy was already throbbing just hearing them talk.
The one I found a bit weird was Diego. He kept checking his phone, like he was waiting for someone. He'd reply to messages quick, smile sideways, put the phone away. I knew. I knew he was plotting something else for me. And, to my despair — and luck for my slutty side — the doorbell rang.
My heart raced right away. I looked at Diego. He just smiled that predatory smile I know so well, got up slow and said:
— The reinforcements have arrived!
Adriano got up with his glass in hand and went to open the door. I thought it was just another guy. I did the math quick: one more or one less, whatever, I can handle it. My brain was already calculating how many times I'd cum, how many dicks I'd take, like it was just another normal round. I felt in control, powerful, almost arrogant. Until Adriano came back bringing three more guys.
I went pale. My stomach froze right then. My mouth opened on its own and the words came out without me telling them to.
— Fuck, seriously?
Six. It wasn't three anymore. It was six. Six different dicks, six looks devouring me before even opening their mouths. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my throat, my temples, my pussy. Pure fear mixed with a horniness that rose like fire up my back. I wanted to run. I wanted to throw myself at them. Both at the same time. My whole body was shaking and I didn't know if it was from terror or desire. One part of me screamed that this was too much, that I couldn't handle it, that it'd hurt, that I'd regret it. The other part — the sluttiest one, the one I try to hide even from myself — was already imagining the six of them using me, one after the other, filling me, tearing me, leaving me marked. And I wanted that. I wanted it so bad it hurt between my legs.
Diego laughed loud, that laugh that undoes me inside. Before greeting the guys, he beckoned me over.
— Rafa, come here. Let me introduce you to the guys.
I went. Legs shaky, but I obeyed. I always obey. They looked me up and down, no hiding it. It wasn't just desire, it was certainty. They already knew I'd spread my legs for each of them. Knew I was Diego's little slut. That humiliated me so much my pussy clenched hard, almost hurt from the arousal. I felt exposed, small, used before even starting. And at the same time, I felt like the most desired woman in the world. Crazy contradiction that just ramped up the fire.
— This is Douglas — Diego started. — He was in my class at school.
Douglas, 19 years old, dark-skinned, taller than me, defined body, that cocky smile of someone who thinks he's the king of the world. Came to give me two kisses on the cheek, lingering too long, hand on my waist like he already had rights.
“Ugh” — Instant disgust.
He wasn't my type, not even close. Back then I was super picky as fuck, cared a lot about looks, face, smell. I looked at him and thought: this guy would never get in my bed if I could choose. But right after came the other thought: “you don't choose anything anymore. You're gonna let him fuck you, even if he's ugly. You're gonna feel that dick you don't even like inside you because Diego said so.” And that idea soaked me. My clit throbbed hard. Shame and horniness fighting inside me.
— This is Robson — Diego continued.
Robson was pale, classic nerd: thin glasses, chubby, bowl-cut hair. Smiled shy, shook my hand lightly, looking more at the ground than me. I felt sorry for him. He seemed like a lost boy. But then it hit me: he's gonna fuck me too. This awkward nerd is gonna stick it in me while I moan like a bitch. Me, who would never look at him on the street, gonna spread my legs for him. Gonna let him cum inside me. And that gave me a weird arousal, superiority mixed with submission. I was the hot girl he'd never have in normal life. And now he was gonna have me. Because I was Diego's slut. Too much humiliation. But my body reacted again: nipples hard, pussy dripping. I felt powerful for being desired even by him. And a complete whore for liking it.
— And this is Bernardo.
Continues...