(Grace) in glorious disgrace*

Grace scrabbled for purchase, trying desperately not to slide off and over the precariously wobbling table. The cheap school furniture was renowned for collapsing under the strain of its often… vigorous use. But then it was probably due to the stuff breaking all the time that the board didn’t want to shill out for better quality stuff. Grace had seen one of the store-rooms where the piles of bent-legged chairs and buckled desks ended up. ‘The graveyard’ students called it, and it was where the crueler among them would often dump girls who had found themselves pushed beyond their limits. Ditched unceremoniously to regain consciousness among that quiet space of disjointed angles… Flashes of her own first year of adulthood leapt up in young miss Yarland’s mind. She had quite liked that room really. She’d hidden textbooks there… so she could study in those oh-so-precious moments of peace. When she had been freed from yet more ravages of her own inability to say ‘no’.

Some things never change, she thought. As whichever spotty youth was drilling into her pussy now gave out another few particularly vicious thrusts. Alex and Simone might have rescued her from herself in some ways, but they couldn’t spend all their time doing so. Why oh why did she let herself be used like this? A hand came down hard upon one of her ass cheeks, causing her to yelp with surprise and pain and… other things. Those surrounding her chuckled at that reaction. They could hear the… other things in her voice. She knew they could. They always could. Another blow came ricocheting against her rump, the sting set her eyes to watering and heart to pounding. This hand stayed a little longer, its thumb straying down to lightly circle her other entrance back there. She knew what that meant. Felt a sickening rush in her stomach rise up at the thought. Sickening… but also excited. Already her body was betraying her. Her sphincter opened up to the push of that thumb and invited it in like an old friend. Her lower lip slipped under her teeth, she chewed on it sharply as she gazed up at the one who had called her here.

Her brother still sat at the table, pawing over his textbook, even as his adoring older sister was pushed down nearly into its pages. His eyes flicked to her predicament for a moment, as if only just noticing what his comrades were doing to her now it had risked disturbing his reading. As a complicated rearrangement was figured out, just so a second cock could **** its way into her back passage, Jake smiled innocently down upon his sibling and asked:

“So what’s the difference between a clitoral orgasm and a vaginal one, Sis? And do you get anal ones too? This book says they’re rarer and involve indirect stimulation of the ‘G’ spot. I don’t know if we’ve ever found your ‘G’ spot have we? We just tend to fill you up with as many cocks as possible… though I suppose that seems to work too…”

He waited on a gasping Grace impatiently, as if expecting an answer quicker past the two meat sticks currently shoving all the wind out of her sails. The dedicated sister caught herself feeling guilty again. Just for needing a few extra breaths to adjust into being doubly penetrated, before any reply could be forthcoming.

“Clitoral… eeep! How deep are you going to-?! Ugh!” She started... and then had to shudder and try again.

“Clitoral… orgasms are longer… more all-encompassing, sort of all over my body and… *oh god* -take over my mind. While…”

The high school senior had to take a few more panting breaths here, screwing her face up tight as the two invaders inside her started to really get going.

“While vaginal ones are more short and intense… they sort of- ah, ah! -build up and then overflow-oh,oh,oooh... like a damn bursting! But then can build up again really quickly so you can have one after another after another!”

Where she could get words out, the girl could hear her own voice speeding up and changing pitch. Becoming tangled and tongue-tied in with all the crackling nerves and unintentional animalistic noises her body was much more interested in making. Yet somehow, the act of trying to talk about such experiences while she felt those very feelings bubbling up inside made it all just more intense. Tying her back to every other time she been tossed along such emotional and physical rollercoasters. The cock in her anus was a particularly eager passenger, slamming its way in and out as if it might never get the chance again. Gracie felt her own muscles squeeze in on it at every thrust, gulping him in deeper and deeper. Feeling the friction building against that other shaft piercing her not half an inch of tingling flesh away. God she loved being so utterly filled with pumping meat! Having her squelching softness churned and furrowed! Every time… she forgot just how overwhelmingly glorious it was. How much the rest of life paled in comparison.