I fall, knocking the wind out of me, leaving me vulnerable to a trio of boys

Alright, so there I am halfway up the ladder of the fire escape when one of the stilettos I'd idiotically insisted on wearing slips. Well, since I'm stepping up to the next rung at the time my other foot's not on anything, leaving me plunging downward.

I know I look to be in good shape, but it's all dancing and pilates, and really those don't emphasise doing pull ups or upper body strength. I've got a butt of steel, six-pack abs and legs to die for, but right about now none of those are doing me any favors.

There's a ripping sound as my hands lose the fight against gravity, and for a minute my vision goes dark before I hit the ground. A flash of light is next, and all the air whooshes from my body about the time a bundle of pain enters.

"I told you I heard something." a voice says, and I hear a clanking sound.

"Holy shit! It's a girl! A naked girl!" another voice yells, and I can't help but wonder who they're talking about.

"That's her! That's the girl I told you about!" a third one says. At least I think it's a third one, my vision's still blurry and there's no lights. "Damn, she must've followed me for seconds."

"You here to fuck?" one of the assholes asked, and I try to say no, but all that comes out are pants, and when I try to sit up I only manage to spread my legs.

"Well let's not disappoint her, boys."

"Wha...?" I manage, and I find myself already out of breath.

"God she's hot."

"And ready to fuck," another says, but it's the third that has my attention. He's already unzipped and whipped out his dick, but rather than showing it to me for my inspection or readying the way with a little tender foreplay he's put it between my legs and shoving in.

If the previous guy was gerbil man, for his quickness, this guy was more like insta-fuck. One moment he's there pumping away, the next he's unloading and his guys are laughing at him. Hell, I might've been laughing too if I had the breath.

"Let me show you how it's done!" the second says, shoving the first aside.

I gotta say, even lying there with the wind and horniness knocked out of this guys was something special. I haven't been with a whole lot of guys, but you don't need to be with a lot to recognize a truly spectacular cock, and this guy had it.

He was obviously thick, that much I could tell by the dickhead straining to enter my tight little pussy. He also wasn't rushing, for which I was thankful. On the other hand, he wasn't taking his time. He'd push forward a little, then out, forward then out.

While the guys mocked him for his style my pussy and brain thanked him. His slow start was rubbing on my clitty, making my brain sit up and take notice of the neediness between my legs instead of the lump on the back of my head.

"Damn you're slow," one said. It might have been gerbil man, but neither of the others really had a leg to stand on.

"At least I don't shoot off when a cunt breathes on me," he said. I'd have agreed if he hadn't called me a cunt. Then again, maybe he was referring to between my legs.

It was a little mortifying that when he began to pick up speed and depth I moaned. I wish I could argue that it was pain, but he was starting to remind me of what I'd been missing all that time with Anthony. A good hard fucking.

Hard he was. As steel, and as a jackhammer when he got up to speed. He was so hard I almost revised my opinion of him as better than the others. His thrusts were long, thick and mighty, and without the proper lubrication - his two buddy's sperm, as copious as it was, just wasn't cutting it - his thrusts made the walls of my VJ feel like they were being tugged on. But the little sharp sensations were also pleasurable, and I couldn't decide if I should complain or egg him on.

"Fuck the bitch harder!" they called, opting for the egging approach. I decided not to argue the matter. The breath I'd recovered was having a hard enough time staying in me with his brutal pounding.

I was just getting into the spirit of the thing when he bottomed out. Christ but he felt deep inside. He kept pulling the damn thing out and jamming it back in, making me feel like my insides were being dragged a mile out and then shovelled back in again. Okay, I admit it, it felt good.

Unfortunately, that was when he began to cum. One moment I was moaning and groaning, to my utter embarrassment, the next I was trying to figure out why he stopped. What felt like a solid stream of cum was enter the deepest part of me before he was done.

Even grabbing him didn't keep him from pulling out, damn him. He rolled aside out of my grip and The Gerbil plunked himself down on me.

"Fuck," I muttered, which he cheerfully misinterpreted.

"See? She remembers the last time and wants more of this loving!" he said, and like a rabbit on uppers he moved in and out, never very deep, and always at a downward angle. It wasn't going to hit my G-spot anytime soon, but although the back of my pussy was probably going to be one big swollen bruise tomorrow, his dick was almost never out of contact with my clit. With his manic 500 thrusts per minute pace the little girl in the boat was having a blast. Thank God for self-lubrication or it would've been like a sandblaster.

And... just like last time he stopped just as I was about to orgasm.

"Noooo... Keep fucking, dammit!" I urged, but he laughed and staggered to his feet.

"Goddam but she loves me!"

"You fucker, you didn't let me cum!" I yelled, or wheezed. Maybe even whispered. I'd been too busy panting and moaning to save up the breath for a good shriek.