Even further loss of purity

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Once you’re finished repositioning, you’re lying on your back while Brooke is mounting you cowgirl style, her pussy perfectly poised for round two with your rubber cock. Surge kneels behind her, making her choice of hole perfectly clear. “You’ve still got one more cherry to pop, Brooke,” Surge says, rubbing her dick ominously against Brooke’s backdoor.

Brooke sputters, “C-Come on now, we should talk this out! I have money. A lot of it!” Despite the offer, Surge begins wiggling her hips against Brooke’s, pressuring the stripper slut’s rosebud to give up that precious, irreplaceable virginity she’s been holding onto all her life. As Brooke’s first buttfucking nears, her words speed up until they’re nearly incomprehensible. “I’ll buy you things! Clothes? A car? A house!? Just don’t take my- *UUUUGGGGHHHH*” Brooke’s gravelly groan is proof that her anal virginity is no more. The crowd cheers as Brooke is publicly christened as a whore whose every hole is open for business.

With the smuggest grin in the world, Surge answers, “You can keep your money, whore. I’ll take your pride instead.” With no further ceremony, she pushes Brooke’s hips down, forcing the fallen virgin’s pussy to take your entire strap-on in a single second.

Already worked up from your past victory, neither you nor Surge are in the mood to take things slow. Brooke’s holes are violated quickly and roughly, forcing high-pitched cries of pleasure and distress from her slutty stripper mouth. You expected that much, but what you didn’t expect was to see her body seize up and start twitching after less than thirty seconds of intense fucking. You and Surge giggle as you realize the sheer pleasure Brooke must be feeling to have cum so embarrassingly quickly. “She’s cumming already! She really loves getting dicked!” you declare.

“Yeah, and she must especially love double penetration!” Surge adds, flashing a peace sign to the audience. You do the same, the two of you claiming victory over Brooke as you continue pumping your hips throughout her climax.

“I-I don’t! Just because I’m *CUMMING* doesn’t mean I *AHHHH* like dick!” Brooke claims. She’s obviously lying, and you decide to have some fun with it.

“But Brooke, what about your previously pristine pussy, now leaking nonstop girl juices all over my thick, rubber shaft in an unmistakable demonstration of love?” you mock, doing your best to replicate her obnoxious and delusional speeches.

Surge quickly catches on. “And what about your ass? It’s so clearly smitten with my dick! It contracts over and over again, begging to be filled so that it might once again feel the pleasure of submitting to my ribbed, rubber cock!”

Brooke is moaning so loudly and constantly that you’re pretty sure she hasn’t stopped cumming yet, but she continues making a token attempt to argue with the girls who are pillaging her purity. “THIS *AH* IS *AH* NOTHING! I COULD *OH* DO *AH-HAH* BETTER!”

“Ohhhhh, right!” you sarcastically realize. “You’re the best sex artist in all of Kanto! Well, what are you waiting for? Send us to cloud nine!”

Surge taunts, “Yeah, what happened to effortlessly making us cum our brains out? Can’t you do it? Come on, make us cum right now!”

Unsurprisingly, Brooke does nothing of the sort. She stays securely in Surge’s grasp, failing to demonstrate any sexual technique besides moaning and shaking submissively while two huge strap-ons relentlessly rail her. As if it wasn’t obvious, she opens her mouth and announces her inadequacy to the world. “I… I… *CAAAAAAAN’T!!!*”

She begins trembling in the throes of another orgasm, dripping enough pussy juices to leave a puddle on the stage. And, just like last time, you and Surge continue brutally banging the annoying fuckgirl, making sure her holes have to intimately experience all the frustration she’s caused you tonight.

Surge gloats, “I guess she can’t give us orgasm therapy, either. It sure is easy to give it to her, though!”

“Yeah,” you agree, “but I think the only thing it’s curing is her ego.”

“Good! Maybe she’ll stop mistaking herself for ‘The Bitchbreaker of Kanto’ when she’s just some cockloving whore like any other!”

Long before Brooke escapes her degrading orgasm, Surge grabs her wrists and pulls them back, using her arms as handlebars. What follows is the fastest and hardest assfucking you can remember seeing. N-Not that you often watch girls getting fucked in the ass! You’re just admiring your partner’s handiwork. What’s more admirable, though, are Brooke’s bouncing tits. With her shoulders pulled back, there’s nothing to keep Brooke’s caramel milkers from swinging around wildly, and you have front row seats to the show. You can’t stop yourself from squeezing and slapping them, turning the defeated Gym Leader’s boobs into your personal playthings.

As enticing as it is to play with Brooke’s knockers, you can’t let your pipsqueak partner outdo you. With a second wind of stamina, you start pistoning your rubber cock in and out of Brooke’s cunt, determined to stir up her insides so badly that she never forgets how good it feels. There’s quite a racket from Surge’s hips clapping against Brooke’s firm asscheeks, and your own hips are just as loud as they plow Brooke’s pussy, but the loudest thing on stage in undoubtedly Brooke’s voice.

“I-I’M SORRY! THAT I *AHH* WHORED YOU OUT! I WON’T *OHHHH* DO IT AGAIN! S-S-SPARE ME!” Brooke pleads. Her moans are so cute and girly! She sounds exactly like the type of fresh teen who would get taken advantage of at a strip club. You’d never have expected such sounds from the shady pervert you met when you first walked in.

“Didn’t you want to have sex with us from the start?” Surge mocks. “You finally got what you were looking for! Aren’t you happy to have your virgin pussy stretched and slammed? Or is this not what you had in mind, stripper slut?”

Quickly approaching yet another orgasm, Brooke squeals, “I’M NOT!!! A STRIPPER SLUT!!! FUUUUCK!!!”

To help the star of the strip club along the road to total humiliation, you narrow your eyes and fire a few more verbal jabs. “You’re not gonna cum again, are you? What are we supposed to call you if you strip on stage and keep cumming on our rubber cocks? You’re not some ‘sex master’. You’re not even good at fucking! You’re a stripper slut!”

“I’M… A STRIPPER SLUT!!!” Brooke confesses as she quakes from head to toe. As expected, she cums yet again, and this time her girlcum manages to squirt out around your rubber dick as you and Surge continue working her over like a worthless, expendable whore. The crowd cheers again, with quite a bit of laughter mixed throughout, signaling the likely end of any respect Brooke still had among the clubgoers. Unlike her previous orgasms, though, this time Brooke’s moans and cries taper off into a weak drone. “I think… I like dick…” she utters before collapsing onto you, her sweat-drenched tits pressed against yours. Surge, bearing a sadistic grin, beats on Brooke’s asscheeks like bongo drums to the tune of some extra applause from the crowd.