When the Levee Breaks

Shawn pounced, snatching Victoria’s body and pulling it towards him. He spun her around so that she was facing away from him, her smooth, round rump right in front of his face. With two hands under her thighs he heaved her body to the end of the table, allowing one leg to dangle off the end, her toes just barely touching the floor, the other, injured leg resting along the length of the pool table. He had her legs spread in an L shape, the top of her body bent over the table, her naked, breasts pressed against the felt. Her only consolation was that she still had her yoga pants on so all they could see were the wet marks from her previous orgasm and not the fleshy clam that lay beneath.

“Let’s get these off,” Shawn sang, taking a hold of the bottoms in his fists and pulling them up tight around her ass, making it appear even rounder and plump.

Victoria closed her eyes, silently begging her clothes to stay on her body. She would gladly wear them for the rest of her life if would just glue themselves to her body right then and there. But, to her surprise, Shawn didn’t attempt to pull the pants down. Instead, he took a handful of the material in both hands near the seam and yanked it outwards in both directions. His strong, powerful arms bulged as his muscles strained. The pants resisted and then, with a loud, almighty rip like thunder, he tore the pieces apart.

She felt the air directly on her cheeks and knew, aside from the sound of the bottoms parting, that Shawn had succeeded in baring her ass and panties. She raised her head from the pool table, looking over her shoulder as her exposed buttocks hunched up at the end of the table. The elastic waistband and strips running down her legs were all that remained of her yoga pants. All that stood between Shawn Lewis and her pussy now were her white cotton panties.

“Of course, you’d wear white,” Shawn sneered, running a finger along the gusset, the gooey wetness that had soaked her underwear from earlier sticking to his digit. Beneath his finger her pussy twitched at the contact. “Always trying to play the virgin princess, are you, V? But, we both know you’re neither.”

Victoria closed her eyes and bowed her head against the table again, focusing on her breathing. She tried to think of a way out. She couldn’t fight Shawn, injured as she was. Even if she wasn’t hurt, Shawn was faster and stronger, and had the advantage of knowing this apartment. He would be fighting on home tuff. She’d need a weapon, just like how she defended herself last night against Dustin, but then she’d had time to prepare. There was nothing she could do lying on a pool table with Shawn standing right behind her. And then there was his threat. He’d promised to fuck her ass if she allowed her teeth to touch his cock while he fucked her throat. What would he do if she tried to fight back now?

Was there anyone who could save her? Gavin was in a warehouse somewhere, kidnapped by Kendra. Ashley had probably found Kurt by now, and they were on their way, or had already informed Heather of what they’d found. The three of them, and even Zack, might be preoccupied with confronting Heather’s father, thinking that Victoria was having a fun, relaxing date with Dustin. That only left Chloe, and God only knew where she was. The problem being that not a single one of her friends had any idea of the predicament that she was in.

So, what were her choices? Fight and risk inflaming Shawn’s danger, ending up in even more danger that she currently was, or accept what was happening, endure, and survive? Those seemed to be her only choices.

She was snapped from her thought process by Shawn wrapping her panties around his hand, and leveraging them upwards, wedging the gusset against her pussy. She yelped into the table, as the panties were pulled tight against her pussy, feeling her labia begin to spread around the material, giving her pussy a camel toe effect.

“That’s it, moan like the little slut you are,” Shawn cackled, as Victoria grunted again, the panties grinding against her pussy.

Dustin writhed in his chair but finding the restraints too tight. All he could really do was watch and bark truths at his brother, “She’s not moaning, you sick fuck. She’s in pain and uncomfortable and you’re too fucked in the head to hear it.”

“Excuse me for a moment,” Shawn growled, seconds before hooking his fingers in Victoria’s white cotton panties and tugging them from her body like they were paper.

He took the tattered white rag that was her underwear and approached his brother. With one hand, he squeezed Dustin’s jaw, just as he had to Victoria, forcing him to open his mouth. Rather than the dick that Victoria received, Dustin got a mouthful of her panties, stuffed so far in they were almost down his throat.

“Taste those and tell me she’s not aroused,” Shawn ordered, looking over his shoulder at his brother gagging on the panties. “And don’t say I never give you anything.”

With his mouth jammed full, Dustin could do nothing but watch now as his brother returned to Victoria’s behind. Wagging his cock in one hand, Shawn licked his fingers on his other hand, and then reached down to rub her tight, dry lips. Victoria gasped as she felt his rough fingers press against her parched pussy, scratching against her with a sound like sand paper. He moistened her with the saliva from his fingers, licked his hand and applied more but she heard him give an annoyed grunt and knew it wasn’t good enough.

“You’re not very wet yet. What’s the problem, slut?” Shawn demanded without a hint of irony or self-awareness. “If you don’t get wetter, I might as well just fuck your asshole instead.”

Victoria tensed, her butthole visibly tightening between her spread buttocks. Shit, she had to get wetter. She had to get herself aroused if she didn’t want Shawn to pick her anal cherry. She squeezed her eyes shut, forehead pressed against the felt of the pool table and transported herself away from that room and that man.

She thought of Zack, in that dark bedroom, the last cock to have been inside her. It was easy to do, with her eyes closed, to remember that dark, dim black, lying naked in the bed, being surprised by the thick, hard cock rubbing at her ass. She could still feel it warm in her hand and warm in her cunt as it stretched her out. He was long and fat, but she’d been horny and so very wet that her inexperienced pussy only provided a cursory resistance. The tingle and ache of her tight hole as it strained to accommodate the stiff, girthy cock that filled her was still fresh in her mind, even two days later. Her body flushed just thinking about her, and her pussy twitched as if preparing to be filled by it again, working from her muscle memory.

Before Zack, there was Kurt, though he’d never actually fucked her. The closest he’d ever came was the night where Brandon punched Zack and stormed out. At that time, she and Kurt had been in the kitchen, neither one able to sleep, both a little sexually frustrated, and he was offering a solution. He touched her pussy and she rubbed his cock, knowing that it was wrong but in their ruttishness unable to deny themselves. Victoria’s mind had been awash with imagery of Chloe bouncing on his cock, behind held aloft by his strong, able arms and hands, the same imagery filling her head now as she remembered. She reached beneath her body, sliding a hand down along her body, her fingers slipping out between her legs at the bottom, just above her pussy, dancing over her hooded clit. She thought of Kurt’s strong hands, the one’s that had so easily lifted Chloe, the same that had fingered her that night and felt her clit becoming engorged right under her touch.

Then there was Gavin, her first. She didn’t remember much of her first time, thanks to the ****, but she remembered enjoying it. Gavin had made her feel as good as any of the others, more so in some ways since Zack and Kurt were just pure, physical lust that needed to be sated. With Gavin the connection was deeper. They’d given each other their virginity and the name Gavin Westher would be forever written on the heart as the first man to ever be inside her. No matter how much things might sour between them, that would always be his, the thing about herself that she couldn’t forget, couldn’t erase. As she circled her clit with her hand and thought of Gavin, the first man to ever fuck her, she felt a drop of her juices leak from her hole, running down along her lips and over her engorged nub and onto her fingertips.

Victoria allowed the memories and the fantasies, the images and the visions, to envelop her. She let them consume her until she was no longer in that room, on that pool table, with Shawn Lewis, dick in hand behind her. She was in a bed, or on a counter, or the floor being fucked and fingered and licked and kissed by Zack, or Kurt, or Gavin, until her imagination grew wilder and it wasn’t one, it was all three, not using her, but worshiping her, appreciating every inch of her body, pleasure erupting from every pore.

That’s why she flinched when Shawn touched her between her legs again, pushing his middle finger into her now slick hole. The very intrusion of his digit had made her pussy tighten around his finger, threatening to snap it off. Her eyes shot open and she whimpered into the table as the dream gave way to reality. She breathed to relax herself and continued rubbing her clit. She had to stay wet, or wet enough at least for Shawn, and she wasn’t sure if she could bring it back if she lost it again.

“Look at this slut rubbing herself?” Shawn pried her legs open further, looking over his shoulder at Dustin, who was unable to reply thanks to the wadded-up cotton panties in his mouth. “She’s so fucking horny and can’t wait for my cock, she just has to touch herself.”

She sensed him stepping closer, his feet shuffling also giving the game away, seconds before his cockhead made contact with her pussy. He didn’t push in straight away, surprising Victoria, instead opting to rub his tip up and down her labia, smearing her pussy lips with his precum. Her dampness coated his cock in return, along with the previous luxurious cover of slobber and drool it gained from Victoria’s throat.

“Enough foreplay,” Shawn insisted, as if Victoria had any say in the matter, taking his cock in one hand and gripping her buttocks with the other. “Now you’re going to have your first time with a real man.”

Shawn grasped her ass cheek and pushed it upwards, tugging on the skin around her pussy and causing her glistening hole to be exposed to him. Victoria quivered as she prepared for his cock to penetrate her, resigning herself to the fact that this was happening. Nothing was going to stop Shawn from taking what he wanted. His cock made contact with her pussy again. A gasp escaped through gritted teeth. His tip pressed against her labia, the thick mushroomed head just beginning to split her tight, thin pussy lips.