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« on: June 01, 2011, 03:11:16 PM » |
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This is a true story happened to me just a few days ago.
Last Wednesday I celebrated my 21st birthday with my close friends. The advantage of being a foreign college student living alone in an apartment is that I could invite anyone anytime for any duration to party. Suffice to say that my birthday celebration left me drunk so bad to the point that all I did on Thursday was sleeping the hangover off.
On Friday, as planned, some of my close friends and I went to a resort at the beach. It was my best friend’s idea to spend the weekend at the beach, celebrating my birthday. As Jake financed the whole thing and announced it to me after all related payments had been made, I could not say no to that. So that morning I went off with Jake and two other buddies, Bob and Dylan, in Dylan’s car, singing on top of our lungs the ‘Friday’ song. Jake told me that Ryan, Andy and my three girl friends would be coming later in the evening.
Upon reaching the resort, we were disappointed as the rain poured heavily. We planned to hit the beach straightaway but instead we found ourselves glooming in our chalet. Dylan suggested that we just watch the TV first for a while until we get bored and maybe then if the rain still pours we would just play under it.
Agreeing to that, I went to my room to change into my shorts before joining the guys at the couch.
As I opened my room door to join them, Jake stood in front of me.
‘Can I come in for a sec?’ he asked me.
I shrugged and let him in.
‘What’s up?’ I asked him and closed the door.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
‘I have a special present for you,’ he said softly, ‘and I know you will like it.’
I was curious. Jake rarely buys me a present without confirming with me whether I would like it or not.
‘What is it, Jake? Don’t tell me you gazed at a crystal ball!’ I joked with him.
But he gave me a silent, serious look, which made me more curious. You can rarely see Jake with a serious face except when acting in drama classes.
Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, pushed me against the wall, pinned me with his muscular body, held both my hands tightly above my head with his left hand, and started to kiss my neck.
It was so sudden that I did not even think to resist!
When his right hand roughly shoved down my shorts then my brains started to function and I forced myself to struggle against him.
‘What the hell, Jake?’ I hissed at him. ‘Let me go!’
He ignored me, instead he started to make hickies on my neck and his fingers groped around. I struggled against him and screamed at Bob and Dylan for help.
Jake did not seem to care that I screamed and, his fingers finding my clit, started to rub it.
Moments later, Bob and Dylan barged in.
‘Help me!’ I grunted at them, still struggling to try to get free from Jake.
Jake stopped and let me free. He glanced at the two of them and took a step back.
‘What’s wrong with you, Jake?’ I was pissed. I rubbed my wrists. He held them so tight. I was rather annoyed that Bob and Dylan did not pulverized Jake immediately.
Wordlessly, the three of them advanced at me in unison and before I knew it, somehow they pinned me to the floor and clamped my mouth. I was so shocked and I struggled to break free from their grip.
‘Well birthday lady, I have to warn you: screaming is futile,’ said Bob conversationally. ‘We intentionally chose the farthest cabin and the nearest occupied cabin is 5 cabins away.’
‘And I asked my uncle who happens to be the owner of this resort to not let his workers come near this place,’ Dylan added. ‘He is under the assumption that we’ll be partying heavily with loads of booze and, seeing he was a party addict when he was young, he granted my request.’
Bob snickered while Jake chuckled.
‘So don’t scream,’ Dylan said menacingly.
‘Unless it’s screaming for orgasm,’ joked Jake.
The three of them laughed.
My mind was still in shocked mode. How could they – my own best friends – do this to me?
‘If you scream I will take your pictures and upload them right away. Understand?’ threatened Bob.
What could I do? I nodded.
Bob released his hand from my mouth and started to kiss me. I turned my head away, refusing. He growled and forcefully turned my head back.
‘Ultimately we’re gonna fuck you and you better start to cooperate,’ Bob said angrily.
I was scared. Bob was known to beat anyone that displeases him, including his own family. He has anger management issues. Dread filled me. I gulped and nodded.
He kissed me again.
This time, I kissed him back and let his tongue had its way. I closed my eyes and forced myself to concentrate giving him the best kiss of his life.
From the background, I could hear Jake chuckled to Dylan, ‘Bitches everywhere are the same. Worthless.’
His words stung me. I was furious. How could he say and do this to me, his best friend of 10 years??
While kissing me, Bob’s hand snaked under my tee and squeezed my left breast tightly. I winced in pain.
This time Jake and Dylan laughed.
‘I love watching this, man.’ Dylan seemed to be amused.
Bob stopped kissing me and told Jake to switch position.
‘You do the honor, Jake,’ he said.
So Bob pinned my hand and Jake squatted at my side.
He stared at me with hunger and then grinned evilly. I shivered, wishing all them to just get it over with quickly.
He pulled up my tee, revealing one naked breast – the breast that Bob was groping. He took out my right breast out of my bra and for a moment, stared at them.
Bob whistled and Dylan laughed gleefully.
‘How big are your boobs, slut?’ Jake asked me roughly.
‘None of your business,’ I muttered, looking away.
I could feel my face was getting heated and I felt so ashamed that these three were enjoying the view of my breasts.
Jake pinched both my nipples and I yelped.
‘Answer me, bitch. Or else.’
I closed my eyes.
‘Size E,’ I said softly.
‘I can’t hear you,’ sang Dylan.
‘Size E,’ I said a bit louder.
The three of them laughed and I felt my cheeks burnt brighter.
Jake suckled my left nipple and played with my right breast roughly. He bit, he flicked, he groped, and in spite of myself, I felt horny. I tried not to moan but when Jake grabbed both my breasts tightly and hard, a moan escaped my lips.
‘The fucker enjoys it, Jake,’ said Bob.
‘She’s a slut. Sluts enjoy this, dude,’ replied Jake cheerfully.
‘Sluts have no right to be clothed too,’ added Dylan. In one swift move, Dylan let go of my feet, pulled my pants and panties away, and spread my legs.
‘It seems that the cunt begs for dicks,’ commented Dylan.
Jake laughed.
‘You’re wet, aren’t you, bitch? You only pretend you don’t want this but your cunt says it all – you’re craving for our dicks.’ Jake told me with a cruel smile while still playing with my nipples.
I shook my head.
‘Jake, please, stop this madness. Don’t rape me. End this now. I won’t tell anyone, I promise,’ I pleaded with him.
With an arrogant look, Jake moved his right hand from my breast to my clit and started to rub it.
‘Liar,’ he whispered. ‘You want my dick. You want our dicks. Don’t deny.’
I pleaded with the three of them but none of them would listen.
Jake continued to rub my clit and played with my nipple which made me crazy. I struggled against his hands but both Bob and Dylan did a good job pinning my arms and legs tightly. Half of me wished one of them would just fuck me to put me out of my horny misery but half of me pleaded with them to stop. I did not want my friends to rape me. I did not want rape.
‘So how is it, slut?’ Jake asked.
I still pleaded for him to stop, although I could feel I was getting more and more wet by the second.
Jake responded by putting a finger in my vagina.
‘No no no Jake, stop!’ I struggled harder, which earned two more of Jack’s fingers.
Jake started to finger me slowly, raising up my primal desires. I moaned and squirmed, feeling both pleased and horrified at the same time.
‘Beg for my dick, slut,’ Jake said.
I refused, asking them to stop again.
Next thing I knew, Jake inserted all of his fingers in.
‘I’m fisting you, bitch,’ he told me.
‘Jake, please, stop,’ I pleaded.
Half of my mind was going crazy. It felt so wonderful and all I wanted was for him to continue and make me cum. But half of me still would not give up and refused to bow down to their will.
‘You were never fisted, were you, slut?’ Bob asked. I shook my head, trying to control my moan.
‘You were not active sexually either,’ Dylan observed as he watched my hole stretching due to the fisting.
‘Beg for my dick, you bitch. Beg for our dicks! Admit it, damn you!’ screamed Jake suddenly and pinched my nipple hard.
He pumped his fist fast and hard and I melted. My breath became ragged and I felt the familiar sensation of orgasm.
But before I could reach it, Jake stopped and pulled his fist out.
Panting, I opened my eyes and stared at him with bewilderment.
‘You’re so stubborn. Stupid slut,’ Jake told me in disgust.
I was so disappointed and wanted him to continue badly. Plus, his comments had aroused my annoyance. Stupid? I’m not stupid, I thought to myself. Images of being fucked hard by them suddenly filled my mind and before I realized it, my mouth tumbled out words which I could not retract.
‘Fuck me… please.’
‘Fuck you?’ asked Bob.
‘Yeah. Fuck me.’
‘Who are you asking, bitch?’ asked Dylan.
‘All of you. Please. Fuck me.’ I pleaded.
‘I did,’ Jake said dryly.
I swallowed.
‘Fuck me please. With… with your dicks. I want your dicks.’
‘Why is that?’ Jake could be so infuriating.
‘I need your dicks. For…for my cunt. My cunt needs your dicks.’ I was so ashamed to say those words.
‘I’m listening,’ Jake said.
What else now? I felt like cursing him.
‘Please Jake, fuck me with your dick. My cunt needs to be fucked badly. I… I am the one wanting to be raped. Please,’ I gritted my teeth. I could feel my vagina throbbing madly, screaming at me to get a dick fast.
The three of them laughed hard. Jake gave a signal and the other two released their grips. Each of them unzipped their pants and took out their hardened cocks. I have had sex before, but I never knew that these three friends of mine had cocks bigger and thicker than any of my boyfriends.
‘Slut, you should be thankful that because of us you can experience 9 inch cocks,’ chuckled Bob.
I had a second thought and tried to get up and ran but Dylan threw me on the bed and unceremoniously shoved his dick in me.
He had the biggest and thickest dick among them as his ancestry gave him the gifts of enormous cocks.
He pounded me roughly and hard forced his cock to enter me fully. It was so painful as I was used to 6 inches and I was trying to push him away but to no avail. He kept on pounding and grabbed my boobs. He handled me roughly.
I found myself actually enjoying it, even though it hurts.
‘Cunt, worship my 10 inch cock,’ he whispered to me.
I could not believe my ears. Surely this isn’t real? I thought that this kind of thing only happened in porn?
He flipped us and I was on top of him. I thought that he wanted me to ride him when I felt someone’s finger tracing my butt hole.
‘No, not my ass!’ I begged.
Bob did not care. Dylan stopped for a while to let Bob insert his dick. I trashed around but a hard yank on my nipples shocked me. Bob used that chance and plunged his cock in my ass.
I screamed.
The pain was searing my ass and I wanted to cry. Bob pushed and pushed and pushed until I could feel his balls on my ass.
I whimpered.
‘Look at my eyes,’ Dylan commanded.
I looked at his eyes.
‘You’re a slut. A cunt. A fuck hole. You wanted to be raped and we are doing you a favor. Thank us and serve our cocks. We own your holes. Stop messing and let us enjoy your holes. It’s our right, you bitch!’
I shut up and lowered my eyes. I felt ashamed – for what? I was confused now. I know that I had been interested in BDSM but I never wanted a real rape.
Dylan and Bob resumed fucking me hard. My ass was slapped, my nipples were pinched, tits groped hard, and was hurled cruel remarks now and then. Which, strangely, made me hornier.
Jake did not say anything and put his dick near my lips. I stared at it and I finally decided to let my primal desires to take over.
I opened my mouth, allowing Jake to claim my mouth and throat. I never gave a blowjob or had my throat fucked before, but this time I craved for it. I nearly gagged but instinct and desire helped me through.
I felt so wonderful being a fuck hole for them. The feeling of being physically used by them to satisfy their cocks made me happy and I started to want to please them. The more I feel helpless as they fucked and slapped and pinched me, the more I hunger for their cocks.
I was the first one to cum while all my holes were still being fucked. Sensing me cumming, the three of them stopped and let me released my orgasm while their cocks still in me. Then they resumed and Jake was next to cum.
He shot his load straight in my throat and let me lick of his cock hungrily. He then sat on a chair and watched me being fucked by Bob and Dylan.
Amazingly, Bob and Dylan cummed at the same time. Both of them pushed deep in me as they shot their cum in my pussy and ass. I never allowed my boyfriends to cum in me but there I was, wishing for more warm cum!
Bob took out his cock and I then slowly get off from Dylan. All of us wore the satisfied expression. Jake walked to me and then hugged me.
‘Happy birthday, dear,’ he whispered.
I was surprised.
‘Huh?’
He let go.
‘Well, when you were so drunk the other night you confessed to us that you wished we would rape you, so we grant your wish,’ Jake explained.
I laughed and hit him playfully on his arm.
Then Jake’s face turned serious again.
‘Since we’ve fulfilled your fantasy, now we want you to fulfill ours. This weekend, be our slave.’
I smiled.
‘Firstly, you really scared me,’ I told them. ‘I honestly thought you guys were so mean to rape me. I don’t remember what I told you while I was drunk. But yeah, sure, I’ll be your slave for the weekend.’
Dylan squeezed my right boob while Bob pinched my nipple. Jack smiled.
‘Good. Cause our two friends are coming later on – without the girls. The girls were never meant to come.’
I was surprised.
‘So worship and serve our cocks properly and we won’t punish you,’ Bob told me.
‘Yes Master,’ I said, to the delight of the three boys.
That evening, Ryan and Andy came. They were pleased with the way I greeted them. I knelt in front of them and swore my ‘temporary allegiance of slavery’.
Without further ado they demanded access to my cunt and ass and I happily spread my legs for their cocks.
The whole weekend was a busy weekend for me. I was serving 5 demanding cocks. Their cums would constantly fill me and I would dry their cocks after shooting their cums in me. We did not swim nor surf in the sea but none of us minded much.
I was glad I had been on the pill since the first time I had sex or else it would be worrying having their cums in me.
On our trip back home, Ryan left his car with Dylan’s uncle and the 6 of us squeezed in Dylan’s car. At the backseat I continued serving their wonderful cocks, giving them blowjobs. They took turns driving and seating in front. When I reached home, I was dead tired.
As I write this, the 5 of them are here with me. Even though we had initially agreed that I was their slave for that one weekend, I told them I would like to continue until either we get tired of this or we start to go into the dating market again.
My boobs right now are being squeezed and nipples pinched and I am getting wet. Dylan and Andy ordered me to write this story and include our current activity right now. Bob is putting his cock in front of me and to be honest I can’t wait to kiss, hold, suck, lick that hard yet tender meat, and feel his cock ravaging my throat as he grab my head and throat-fuck me senselessly.
I better stop writing now and start pleasing my masters’ cocks.
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