Let them have their way with her.

Lucas's hand slides forward, fingers dragging their way through Nat's slippery folds, and she lets out a moan as tingling heat explodes from her cunt, flooding her belly and pouring into seemingly every limb. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels her spine arch, pressing her wetness into the boy's hand, trying to get more contact. Fuck yes... she thinks, lost in the sensation of it. Need...cum... As he rubs little circles over her clit, the boy holding her hair laughs cruelly.

"Stupid little slut," he says. "You really want cock now, don't you?"

"...Y-Ye-heh-..." Nat hears herself panting, the word dragged from the very depths of her belly as though against her will, summoned by the continued rubbing on her clit and the scents and sounds of the orgy all around her. "Yeeeeeeeees."

The boy laughs again. "Here you go then, slut." Without any ceremony, he pulls Natalie's head down, bending her at the waist, and slams his cock into her throat.

Natalie chokes immediately as he roughly fucks her mouth, driving all the way to the back of her throat with no care for her comfort. All she can think about, though, is the overwhelming, heady sensation of his precum coating her tongue, sticky and slightly sweet, sending a buzz of pleasure through her body. She attempts to moan around his cock as he fucks her throat, but only manages a ****, gagging sound. Her eyes roll back in her head as she loses herself in the fullness of being throatfucked so thoroughly by this boy. Exactly what...I needed...

Dimly, she becomes aware of a hand gripping her waist tightly, the boy above her saying, "Go on, dude. Use her cunt, hahaha." There's a feeling of probing, then sudden fullness as the boy behind her guides his cock into her, filling her up, stretching her, using her as he sinks as deep as he can into her body. Nat moans around the cock pistoning into her throat as Lucas begins to fuck her from behind. She hears a groan off to one side of her, and there's a sudden spattering of hot, sticky liquid on her back. It tingles where it lands on her, sending frissons of pleasure through her body that feel as though they ricochet off the pulsing waves of heat radiating from her cunt and the warm, steady haze of pleasure from the precum coating her tongue. It's as if you could get high off rain... Nat thinks unsteadily, lost in the euphoria.

"Couldn't wait, huh? Can't blame you," the boy in her mouth says. "I'm gonna...hngh!...gonna cum myself in a second...ha...there we...there we gooOOOH! Fuck, yeah!" Natalie chokes as his cock erupts in her mouth, pumping wave after wave of thick, sticky jism into her throat. The taste of it fills her senses: salty and pungent, overwhelmingly male, flooding her mind with the desire for more. She swallows it convulsively, eagerly, and gasps for air and for more as the boy pulls his cock out of her to blast the final few strands across her face. He laughs, gives her cheek a playful pat that's more like a gentle slap, and wipes his cock off with her hair. "Good slut."

As the blond walks away, dick hanging out of his pants, Nat catches another brief look at Denise. The dark-haired girl's face is slack, now, her cheek bulging with some dude's cock. She's clearly spunk-drunk; her hands are braced on the shoulders of the boy below her, whom she bestrides so that he's filling her completely. She rolls her hips back and forth mechanically, lustfully, sliding with ease over both him and the boy penetrating her ass as her mouth gets fucked. She looks so...natural. Like a goddess. Like she's made to take cock...like we all are, Nat thinks hazily.

Then another boy steps in front of her, cutting off her view, and shoves his cock into her receptive mouth.

Natalie loses track of time as she's fucked, little more than an object for the boys' pleasure. It's not that she gets no joy out of it - on the contrary, the buzzing euphoria of their cum in her mouth and on her skin is like nothing she's experienced before. Even when Lucas tires of her cunt and unceremoniously starts sodomizing her instead, the discomfort is brief and seems unimportant - certainly so compared to the rush of heady, orgasmic pleasure that hits her when he unloads his seed deep in her ass. At some point, she realizes that she's sucked and fucked enough cocks here that there must be more than the four boys she started with taking part - but by then she doesn't care. She's just chasing the next cock, the next orgasm, the next splash of cum. Their penises fill her up: thick, thin, long, short, in her mouth, her cunt, her ass. She welcomes every one. She's meant to be fucked, after all. That's what her holes are for. She's for fucking. I'm for fucking.

At some point, she blinks and finds herself lying on the ground, having what almost feels like an out-of-body experience. She stares across a few inches of asphalt at the black-banded slut whose face stares back at her. Denise. Her name swims up out of Natalie's memory, but it doesn't seem important, now. The slut's face is coated with thick, white, slowly drying spunk, at least a half a dozen men's worth, and Nat wants it. She shifts her sore body with effort, working her way across the small gap between them, and laboriously licks some of the salty-sweet nectar from the slut's cheek. She feels a warm, damp press against her neck and realizes that the slut is doing the same to her - she must have cum on her, too. Strange. She keeps licking, then feels a sharp tug on the back of her head as she's pulled away, onto her knees, and turned so she can take another cock in her sore, aching mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down on it, lips and eyes closing in satisfaction, and loses herself to her pleasure.