Made me Cum first

"Make her cum. I am sure there is much more where that will come from." He laughed at his own joke, but I was beyond caring. I tried to nod my head in agreement, that there was more to be had in me, that one orgasm is never enough, that, as a whore, I could probably out last them.

My moan was answer enough for the one penetrating me. The one that was holding me up by my throat rubbed his crotch against my leg. I was seeing stars, Diary. I am not sure if it was from the lack of oxygen or the intense orgasm that was getting ready to rip me apart. I never cum as hard as when I am being used, you know, like a whore (giggle).

My hips took on a mind of their own and I started frantically humping his fingers. I was not sure who was inside me, and really, what does it matter, right Diary? I was wet, dripping in fact and I was at the edge of pleasure, but it wasn't enough. I struggled to speak, to ask for more fingers, to ask for a cock, hell, to ask for both. My voice avoided me, but my silence pleading was answered. Another finger slipped inside me and then another.

I willed myself to release, to jump over that edge of pleasure and cum, but for some reason it alluded me. I wanted to scream in frustration but all I could do was moan and moan and moan. I climbed higher and higher, the fingers inside me touching all my most sensitive and thrill-inspiring places. He knew what he was doing. The cock at my thigh pressed in closer. My vision swam in and out. I saw a grinning face and a smile that could weaken anyone’s knees.

“Come on you, whore, come for us,” the smile demanded softly.

Then his tongue found my mouth as my hand found his cock against my thigh, which happened to be freed from the pants containing it. Warmth pulsed against my palm, stars danced across my vision and then I exploded. I writhed, I moaned, and soaked the hand deep inside me and still the hand around my throat didn’t let up or the exploring of the tongue in my mouth. I clung to the cock in my hand and tried my best to give it some attention, but everything dwindled down to the sensations centered around my clit and pussy. I hung there, felt weightless, simultaneously on fire but cold. Eventually, my shaking subsided, and I returned to myself, but it was a journey that felt long, slow, all consuming.

Let me tell you, Diary, it was one of the best orgasms of my life. My body was singing! Every nerve ending was firing on all pistons and I wanted more. Needed more!

The hand around my neck relaxed and I could really breath for the first time since we entered the alley. I smelled the darkness of the city, the dankness of the trash container to the right of us, but mostly I smelled myself and the hormones rolling off me. Or maybe it was the mixed smell of my arousal and their need. It was intoxicating.

“So, boys, are you ready for me now?” I purred.