The rapid-fire smacks make your pussy gush in thanks

"Oh! Oh! Oh God, ohhhh yesss!" you squeal, and then let out a louder unintelligible sound as his smacks you again quicker and harder, smacking you like an open-palm jackhammer as you writhe and jerk, humping your poor pussy into each blow until your eyes bulge and your body convulses and your pussy convulses around the dick it thinks should be there.

A stream of liquid gushes from your body, propelled by the spasming muscles within. The clear liquid splashes onto the tiles noisily as the boys watch in shocked awe as you come from having your cunt spanked.

"Fuck that was hot!"

"Damn, she does like it rough!"

Sagging in their grip, and the grip of shame, you can't muster the energy to argue. Lessening ripples of pleasure still tingle through you as you feel them moving around you.

"Now you're gonna get it," they say, echoing your own thoughts, excitement in their voices while your mind reels in confusion.

Should you feel this much anticipation? Shouldn't you be horrified, crying for them to let you go, or at least screaming ****? Instead you feel their touch and do nothing to resist, acting as compliant as if you wanted them to use you however they wanted. But then maybe you felt you deserved to be abused by them for cheating on your poor boyfriend.

"F... fuck me," you say with shame. "Fuck me as hard as you want. I... you can do anything you want."

The boys let out a whoop that must surely be heard outside of the bathroom, but no one comes running to investigate. Maybe they know what's going on, maybe they, too, feel that you deserved whatever you got. Whatever the case they push you over to the end of the counter, positioning you so they can shove your stomach into the edge, giving room for one guy behind and one guy to stand in front of the sink, easily within reach of hand or mouth.

"What d'you want, bitch? Ass or cunt? We're gonna use em all."

You hesitate, hands on the wet counter. Between your legs you can still feel the sting of the slaps, but your fully engorged pussy lips are still crooning in pleasure. On the other hand your not-infrequently used bunghole has only been prepared by having a single finger shoved up it and you've no idea how big the guy behind you is.

But then, you've just cheated on your poor boyfriend. Do you really deserve to feel pleasure?