I was on all fours on the lounge chair, ass hiked up high, heart slamming in my throat so hard I felt it throbbing in my pussy. My whole body was shaking—nerves, fear, lust all tangled up in a mess I couldn't untangle. My skin still burned from the slaps, my asshole twitching with anticipation, and I could only breathe fast, waiting for what was coming.
Diego looked at the two brothers and nodded with his chin.
— Gabriel first. Adriano's too fucking big, let the brother open the way so she can take it.
Gabriel came up quick, his cock already lubed up, breathing heavy. He positioned himself behind me, grabbed my waist with hands shaking from horniness, and pressed the head against my asshole. I felt the pressure, closed my eyes for a second.
Diego leaned in close to my face, voice low and gravelly, whispering right in my ear so every word drilled straight into my head.
— Relax that asshole, you little slut. Open up for him. Let Gabriel fuck you good. You want this, right? Want to get used by my buddies while I watch.
Every word from him hit like an electric shock straight to my pussy. My body twisted on its own, pussy dripping onto the lounge chair fabric. I moaned soft just from hearing him talk like that.
— That's it, good girl… arch that back more. Show him how obedient you are. Show him you're my real bitch.
Gabriel pushed in slow. The head popped in, then a little more. It hurt, burned, but the lust was stronger. I shoved back without even thinking, wanting more, wanting to please Diego.
And he kept talking:
— That's right… take it all. Moan loud. Let me hear how much you love getting it in the ass.
Gabriel started thrusting slow, then faster. I moaned loud, almost whimpering, but from pleasure. His cock slid in and out, stretching me open, and I felt every vein, every pulse.
Diego wouldn't shut up:
— Look at how she swallows it, fuck… what a greedy little slut. You were born for this, Rafa. Born to get fucked by whoever I tell you to.
When Gabriel came, he groaned loud, buried himself balls-deep and shot inside me. I felt it hot and thick, filling everything up. He pulled out slow, and I stayed there, panting, asshole gaping, cum leaking slow from the rim.
Diego chuckled low.
— Now Adriano. Open wide, 'cause he's big as hell.
Adriano came up from behind, his thick cock red and throbbing. He slathered on more lube, rubbed the head against my cum-slicked asshole and pushed. It hurt like a motherfucker. I let out a muffled scream, tears springing to my eyes right away. It was so fucking huge, stretching everything, felt like it was gonna rip me apart. But at the same time, holy shit, I wanted it. Wanted to take it all for him.
— Take it, bitch — Diego murmured, running his hand through my sweaty hair. — Cry if you want, but don't stop. You love this, don't you? Love feeling that fat cock splitting you open.
I did cry, tears running down my face, but I didn't beg him to stop. I pushed my ass back slow, feeling him sink deeper with every thrust. Adriano pounded hard, gripping my waist tight, moaning loud, laughing through his teeth as he slammed in.
— Fuck, what a tight ass… she's taking it all — he said, glancing at Diego.
Diego got closer, checked out the damage, saw my asshole all stretched, red, slick with lube and cum.
— Damn, your ass is loaded with cum… more jizz in there than water in the pool, you filthy slut. You love it, huh? Love being stuffed full of my friends' loads.
He ran his hand over my ass, shoved two fingers in together.
Adriano sped up, grunting, and came hard, thick spurts filling me up again. When he pulled out, my asshole stayed open, white cum oozing slow, dripping to the ground. I was shaking all over, crying soft, but my pussy throbbed so bad I felt like I'd cum just from feeling it all leak out of me.
— Hold up… let me fill you up a little more. Open that asshole for me too. I'm gonna pump more cum in there till it's running down your thighs.
Diego knelt behind me last, scooped up the leaking cum, smeared it on his cock head and pressed in.
— Now it's my turn, slut.
And he slammed it all in at once.
Diego thrust deeper, harder, gripping my waist like I might get away—and I didn't want to get away. He growled low, almost a snarl, and unloaded everything inside me. I felt the hot jets flooding my already packed asshole, pulsing, overflowing. When he pulled out slow, the cum poured out thick and white, mixed with the other two guys', dripping down my thighs, splattering the lounge chair fabric.
I rolled onto my side, lay there, legs trembling so bad they wouldn't stop. My whole body shook—not just from exhaustion, but from this weird, fucked-up happiness I couldn't explain. I was wrecked: my asshole hurt like hell, burned like it'd been torn open, throbbed with every breath, but at the same time I felt… satisfied. Full. Like I was exactly where I needed to be.
I waited there, on my side, staring at the sky turning orange. The cum kept leaking slow from my ass, hot and thick, soaking my cheeks, my thigh, the ground. And I didn't move to clean it up. I let it flow. Let it mark me. Felt strangely in control of myself, even lying there all used up, all stretched out, all creampied.
I started thinking.
Was I doing this for love of Diego? To please him, to be the perfect little slut he told me to be? Or did I really like it? Like it for real? Liked feeling other guys' cocks stretching me, hearing their moans, knowing Diego was right there watching it all, stroking slow, eyes locked on me like I was the best show of his life?
Probably both. I loved Diego. Loved the way he looked at me, the way he commanded, the way he turned me into this. But also… fuck, it drove me wild knowing he was watching. Knowing he got off hard seeing me get fucked by others. The worst part: he knew I liked it too. Knew I moaned louder when I looked at him, that my pussy dripped more when he said “take it all, slut” while some other guy railed me.
He, my cousin Diego, was a voyeur. I only figured that out later. He got off showing me off to his friends, turning me into exactly what he promised: an obedient whore, always ready to spread her legs when he said so. For whoever he said so.
Adriano and Gabriel were still hanging around nearby, chuckling low, sipping beers, talking about how I was “fucking hot,” how my ass took it all. Diego just grinned, satisfied, running his hand slow through my sweaty hair while I trembled on my side.
— Good girl — he whispered, just for me. — You were perfect.
I closed my eyes. My asshole hurt, my body hurt, but inside I was at peace. Weirdly happy. Like I'd discovered a part of myself I didn't even know was there.
And I wanted more.
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