Olympic Preparation

Other hands spread her thighs, a warm breath brushed her skin, followed by the hard, cold touch of a belt buckle against the inside of her thigh.

She flinched, the foreign fingers digging deeper into her flesh, leaving pale indentations before the blood ebbed away in a dull redness.

• Please take me, I can't take it anymore.

The voice from earlier rose.

• You have nothing to ask for, demand, you'll put us in the mood, and if you're skilled, perhaps we'll play with you for our own pleasure.

She saw a dozen half-hard penises. On her knees, she approached the first, reaching out her tongue, which tentatively touched the glans.

A shudder ran through the man as a hoarse groan escaped him. Saliva mingled with the acrid taste of skin against her tongue, and a brutal pressure on the back of her head **** her to swallow more. The stranger's fingers wound into her hair, guiding each movement with implacable authority.

• If you want to be satisfied, I advise you not to make us come in your mouth; just make the ten of us conditional unless one of us orders you to.

He used her mouth roughly as if it were nothing more than a tool, a mere receptacle for his pleasure. She stifled a cry when his head hit the back of her throat, her eyes filling with tears from the ****. Around her, low laughter and approving murmurs mingled with the wet sound of her submission.

A hand closed around the back of her neck, preventing her from backing away, while another traced cruel lines across her hips, marking her skin with bright redness.

It seemed like an eternity when he tugged at her hair and threw her to the ground.

• Enough, you're a good cocksucker. Take care of the others, quickly.

She fell to her hands and knees, her knees bruised by the hard ground, a trail of saliva still clinging to her chin. Laughter rumbled around her as another hand grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to pivot toward the second man. His hardened cock slapped her cheek, the skin hot and tender against her damp skin.

A musky scent filled her nostrils as her lips crushed against the second man's bulging vein. His teeth grazed the taut skin, a moan escaping him as a slap cracked against his hip, leaving a dull sting.

"Faster."

The command was whispered between curses, his fingers digging into his locks to set a staccato rhythm.

The pace was getting faster and faster, now they were passing Jenna around like objects to make their sex harden. Only one came in her mouth, and he held her firmly, his fingers clenching in her hair as a final spasm shook her body. She felt the salty, hot taste invade her tongue, her throat tightening involuntarily under the pressure.

-Don't worry, my dear, there'll be enough left for your little ass.

He gestured for her to take care of the last one, watching her crawl towards the final blowjob. Her knees scraped the ground, her skin already marbled with bruises, as she advanced towards the remaining man. A hand closed around her ankle, stopping her in her tracks, and she felt a cold grip pull her legs wider apart.

A raucous laugh erupted behind her as a rough palm slammed down on her buttocks, the quivering flesh marked a bright red. She stifled a cry as the last man pressed her face against his stomach, the scent of sweat and desire burning her nostrils. His lips crushed against the taut skin, each lick eliciting a low groan from above her.

As the first one penetrated her sex with a violent thrust, making her cry out in surprise and a little pain, he whispered in her ear, "M"

• Finish the last one, the game has just begun.

Her mouth closed around the last member, the throbbing vein crushed against her tongue as her lips moved with learned submission. A metallic taste mingled with sweat, her breathing ragged from the deep thrusts already ploughing her stomach. The man's fingers dug into her hair, guiding each movement with calculated brutality.