Slurped and Squeezed

Their steps are so loud, drowning out the sound of your own haggard breath in your ears, each crunch and snap bringing them closer and closer to your pathetic form lying on your side in the dirt. They’re going to fuck me. They’re going to fuck me and there’s nothing I can do about it. A cold knot of fear grips your heart, but your mind doesn’t stop there. They’re going to hold me down and do whatever they want to me, they’re going to use my body and touch me and taste me and stretch me around their cocks and I can’t stop them, I can’t help it I’m gonna get fucked I’m gonna get FUCKED.

Without realizing it, you start to whimper, a small pleading sound, and your hand against your crotch starts to move, rubbing against your wetness, desperately seeking release. Why? Why should I do it myself? They’re going to do it for me. They’re going to fuck me silly and there’s nothing I can do about it. Your breath catches in your throat as the heat inside flares. There’s nothing I want to do about it.

Gary reaches you first, kneeling down beside you. “Oh! Oh sweetheart, just look at you. You’re a mess.” His voice is soft and mushy, clearly the result of the beer they’d taken with them. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you finish earlier. Here, here…” He reaches out, pushing you onto your back, pulling your pants and panties down and off. “Just hold still now, don’t be shy, I’ll help you.”

His clammy hands grasp your smooth thighs, and his drooling mouth moves closer and closer to your pussy, and the fear inside surges, taking over. No no NO not him not this fuck this! You try to scramble away, push yourself back, but then you feel pain and pressure on your shoulders, a pair of strong hands pinning you down into the dirt. You look above you, into Brian’s bearded face, his mouth open in a smile and spilling beer breath all over you.

“Now listen here, little girl.” His voice still has that jovial swagger, but there’s an edge to it now, a ****, pinning you in place even more than his hands. “My friend here started a job, and he intends to finish it.” He’s so strong, so unbelievably strong, his hands his voice his sheer **** of will holding you down making it impossible to resist. But you have to, you have to resist, you can’t give in to this, not from these two.

Gary sits back on his haunches, pulling your legs over his shoulders, bringing your crotch up to his face. He licks his lips and dives in, slurping loudly at your entrance. His tongue is slick, slimy, the most disgusting thing you’ve ever felt and your body is shuddering with the pleasure it’s giving you. Revulsion swells inside you, making you twitch desperately in Brian’s iron grip, but it’s no use, and the futility of your attempts to escape feeds into the growing pleasure.

“HNG! Ah… ahhhhh… aaAAAHHHHHH AHH AHHHH FFFUCK!” There’s no chance to hold back. Your body is still a wreck after David made you beg for an orgasm, and now Gary’s finally giving it to you. Juices splash against his face as your body vibrates with release, a whining groan the only sound you can make as Gary’s tongue keeps pressing against your spasming pussy.

When you’re finally done, Gary drops you to the ground and leans back, his face a mask of bliss as he gasps, his tongue moving around his mouth lapping your girlcum up from his lips and cheeks. You don’t even have a moment to collect yourself as you feel Brian’s hands move from your shoulders down to the hem of your shirt. “Let’s see what you’re hiding in there, little girl.” He yanks your shirt and bra up, baring your chest to his gaze. “Sheeeit, not so little after all.”

Brian reaches under your shoulders and pulls you up and back until you’re leaning against against his broad chest, his hands coming around to squeeze your breasts. You can’t help letting out a cry. “Ah!” He’s not being gentle, kneading your tits like stress balls, your soft flesh spilling out between his fingers as he grasps and pulls and crushes your sensitive orbs. “Ow! Anh! Ow FUCK! HeyyyyyynnnnnnnAAHHH!”

Brian lets out a sigh. “Y’know, I liked you better when you were quiet.” Without warning, he releases one of your sore tits and pushes your face toward his, locking his lips onto yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. His beard scratches painfully against your soft cheeks as he devours you, his hand returning to your chest and molesting you even harder than before.

Gary must have recovered from his pussyjuice haze, as you feel his clammy hands push your thighs apart, achingly wide, and then he presses his face into your crotch. His slimy tongue roams all over your pussy, slurping up juice from your lips, over your clit, forcing its way inside you, tasting and swallowing your most intimate self.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, a constant stream of squeals and moans escaping your mouth only to be swallowed by Brian. He’s sucking and biting on your tongue, his hands on your breasts pulling hard, fingers squeezing and twisting your nipples like he’s milking you. Fuck, it hurts so bad. You can almost feel yourself bruising. You’ve never felt anything like this before, pain and pleasure so intense you lose track of which is which.

And Gary’s mouth on you. Fuck fuck fuck why does this feel so good I hate this I hate this so much get the fuck off of me both of you please please please oh god oh fuck just stop no don’t please stop no don’t don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop DON’T STOP! Your body shudders as the two men **** another orgasm out of you. Gary groans into your pussy as he slurps up a fresh wave of your juices, and Brian chuckles into your mouth, curling his fingers over your nipples to scratch his nails over your tender buds.

They’re still going, and you feel yourself responding. Your hips thrust to press your crotch into Gary’s face, and you start kissing Brian back, accepting his lips and tongue over yours. Even his tortuous hands on your breasts are welcome, the line between the pain and the pleasure he’s giving you finally dissolving into nothing. I don’t understand, I don’t understand and I don’t care, this is so good, this feels so good, please keep giving it to me please keep taking whatever you want from me.

Like they can read your mind, the two men pull away from you. Brian lets you drop back onto the ground with a painful thud, and you hear zippers and the rustling of clothes. It’s dark out, even with your eyes slowly opening it’s hard to make out what’s around you, but you can feel. You feel Gary’s cock, slick with precum, press against your slit. He rubs it up and down, it’s bendy like a rubber hose but still stiff enough to send shivers of desire through you. And then you feel a heavy thump and Brian’s thick member falls onto your face, his sack on your forehead and his circumcised tip dripping precum onto your chin. His overpowering musk fills your nose, your mouth, almost **** you with his masculine essence.

“You got us all worked up, little girl.” Brian’s voice is thick with intent. “We’ll let you take care of that, if you ask nicely.”

Oh please let me take care of it, I’ll do such a good job I promise. A pathetic moan escapes your lips, and your tongue follows, tasting the hot length covering you. Your hips move on their own, grinding against Gary’s dick, **** to feel it fill you. All you have to do is ask, and these men will give you exactly what you want.

But do you really want it from them? Don’t you want to get away? You know if you don’t escape now, there’s no turning back.