Carl's turn

"Okay. Enough." The voice was like a razorblade that sliced away all of the ecstasy, all of the pleasure of the experience. Carl strode forward, stumbling drunk but with a raging hard on that was a crooked as the Devil's horns. "My turn." he said. Dave and Phil stepped back. Autumn swung her hair back. She hated him. The others were drunk and thorough bastards, but this was a real sick fuck, just like her Daddy said she'd find on the streets.

He walked up to her and saw the defiance in her eyes. "You feeing good? Those two can make a 2 dollar whore scream for Jesus. You see?" He said this as he got a handful of her hair. "That's the promise, you see?" He **** her to her knees and smacked her. "This.." he said, holding his filthy cock, "this is reality. Now, open your mouth."

She stared up at him. He grabbed her by the side of the head, and rammed his cock against her lips. She didn't part them an inch. "Okay. Need a bit more?" he said, and **** her face down to the pavement. Her ass was up in the air. "Dave, hold her." She felt a new hand on the back of her neck, and her skirt being flipped up.

She gasped when the cold glass bottleneck slid into her pussy, and screamed as the 180 proof **** burned inside her as it touched her tender, newly deflowered cunt. She tried to slide away, but Dave held her tight to the ground. "Now then. Open your mouth or the next shot goes in your ass." he said. Dave pulled her back up to her knees, and took a drink from the bottle as Carl handed it to him. Autumn looked up at them, and bit her lip...