Of course!

I couldn't believe how horny I was getting. I looked up and established eye contact with my tormenter, batting my big blue eyes. I wanted him to see my expression once he began to violate my mouth with his prick. l reached up and delicately wrapped my fingers around it. Then, ignoring one more shiver, I spat a gob of saliva onto the now-purple head and began stroking softly, rhythmatically.

"Uh-uh," came Todd's voice from me. He yanked my hair back again and **** my mouth open with his fingers. "No. None of that." I could feel his fingers around the back of my blouse. "You're gonna tell us what you want us to do with you. I want to fucking hear it."

I knew what he was asking me to do, and I couldn't believe what I was about to say. I gulped three or four times before leaning back so that I could look at both of them.

"I want you to **** me like a cheap filthy street whore," I moaned softy. "Just use me as your little fuckslut."

"Yeah, that's it!" Bill leered nastily, giving Todd a high-five. He grabbed me roughly by my hair and shoved his rock-hard prick deep into my mouth, over the tongue, past the tonsils, straight down into my throat. I wanted to gag, but I held off like a good little slut. I looked into his eyes and slowly spoke, mouthing my words around his massive cock.

"Fuck my face."

That was all he needed. He reached out with both hands and grabbed my hair in his fists. A sharp, searing stab of pain shot across my head, and I cried out, sloppily dripping saliva over the base of his penis. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he ordered before he began slamming his dick in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking a pussy hard—any other orifice other than my mouth. I felt so violated, so used. I had never been defiled like this in my life. But it was just the beginning.

Because it seems that behind me Todd was getting bored just stroking his cock and watching this ultra-hard core scene play out. Without letting me remove my lips from Ben's shaft, Todd picked me up by my torso, twisted me so that I was now facing the ceiling and, as Ben slowly stood up straighter, arching my head downwards, slammed me down on the lab table at the front of the room. He reached up to my waist and grabbed my conservative, ankle-length skirt and, without asking for any kind of permission, ripped the garment right up the seam and tore it in half. I opened my mouth to protest, but Ben just slapped me across the face—playfully, mind you; he wasn't beating me or anything—and shoved his dick in deeper. His balls bounced rapidly against my skin. "Don't talk you little skank," he said. "Suck."

I didn't know what it was. I had always been so prim and proper in the past. When Trevor, the boy-next-door up at the cottage had fucked me l had started by giving his modest-sized prick little kitty-licks to get him hard. He liked the sweet and innocent type, so I had worn my cream colored cashmere sweater and soft, powdery makeup. I had batted my eyelids at him and taken him out behind the woodshed where he could feel up my chest—soft, pert, no bra on—through that lovely, supple, velvety material. When he finally got up enough courage he took my virginity in his family's old Sea Ray underneath the stars. It had all been very poetic, but the only part that had done anything for me was when I made him cum in my mouth and he responded by calling me his "nasty little spermguzzler". I had been so turned on—I happily gargled with his semen in front of him before swallowing every last drop.

If only Trevor could see me now! Bound and gagging on an eight-inch cock, a pool of pre-cum already forming in my mouth and streaks of semen and saliva streaking through my hair. And Todd on the other end, slapping my fucking slit with his rock-hard cock. I decided it was time to give as good as I got. I spat Ben's prick out and it slapped lazily against my cheek. I looted at Todd directly in the eye and spoke.