“I can honestly say this is my first time doing this,” she said, rubbing both back-seat guys crotches through their jeans. “Had someone spending a lot of time telling me that no one would ever want to fuck me,” she said, surprising herself with her honesty. Of course, the “someone” she’d been referring to had been herself. “I think we can put that idea to bed, can’t we?”
They all got out of the car after pulling into the opening of the lot, then snuck through a crack between the boards.
“Put on a good show,” Henry told her over the ear piece, “or there will be consequences.”
“So what you gonna do for us?” the driver asked, running his fingers up her body in a crude but still arousing fashion.
“Hey, you’re the birthday boy. You get to do whatever you want.”
Birthday Boy pulled his pants down, letting his cock spring forth. It wasn’t particularly intimidating, but it was good enough. “Suck this.”
Shamira lowered herself to her knees and reached between his legs, cupping his balls as her mouth drifted closer to the head of his dick. “Tell me again what you want me to do.”
“Suck my cock. Hell, suck all our cocks before we fuck you!”
“Your wish –” she started, then let the head of his member penetrate the plane of her lips and into her throat. She sank all the way down to the root, then withdrew before downing it again. She saw guys to each side, all with their pants around their ankles. She let off of Birthday Boy and downed another one. Three of them were around average, with one being more substantial at eight inches. She treated them all the same as she worked her way down the line, sucking on one then the next, deep-throating them all. They liked the sound of her gagging on their dicks. What guy wouldn’t?
“That’s a good little slut,” came Henry’s voice again. “You like being on your knees in front of a bunch of strangers don’t you?”
Shamira moaned into the eight-inch cock that she was sucking, keeping her hands busy while stroking two of the others. The fourth guy pulled her vest away and pushed her tube top down to her waste before grabbing her tits from behind. He was rough and clumsy, but Shamira didn’t much care. She kept moving from one fleshy hard manhood to the next, letting each fill her mouth and throat.
One of them grabbed her hair and fucked her face hard, and she moaned with pleasure to encourage the others to do the same. Soon, they were all getting more into it, treating her as roughly as they could. They were still amateurs by the standards of Shane’s house, but she gave them points for effort.
“I need to fuck this bitch,” Birthday Boy said.
“What’s stopping you?” she murmured, then swallowed someone else’s dick. Being nose to pubes, she felt rather than saw the guy lifting her skirt. She was on her knees already, so all he could do with the infinitesimal bit of fabric that made up her panties was to push them all the way down her thighs. Her upper body was pushed forward, making the guy she was blowing having to bend at the knees a little bit. He didn’t seem to mind.
Then Birthday Boy stroked the opening of her pussy with the head of his dick a few times before plunging inside. She had a cock in each hand, one in her mouth, and now one was fucking her pussy. Birthday Boy reached around and mauled her breasts, twisting her nipples like cheap radio controls. There was a time that she would’ve thought him clumsy. Now, she thought he was doing it the way she wanted it . . . needed it.
She switched to another piece of manhood, but kept the one she’d been sucking close. She tried to fit two of the mushroom-like heads in her mouth, but with limited success. So she went back to deep throating each of them in turn.
“This bitch is tight,” Birthday Boy said, giving her ass a slight slap.
“Harder,” she told him before sucking off one of his friends again. She grunted with pleasure when he brought his hand down hard on her exposed ass cheek.
“Bitch is a freak,” one of the others said.
Bigger Dick shoved his meat all the way down her throat and held it there. “My kinda freak though.”
Birthday Boy grabbed her muscular ass. “How tight is this thing?”
“Want to find out?” she asked, drool dripping from her chin.
There was a pause, then she was lifted up to her feet, leaving all other concerns behind as she was bent over a pile of lumber.
“Check your purse,” Henry told her.
“Gimme my purse first,” she said huskily. One of the guys handed it to her and, lo and behold, she found a small bottle of KY in it. ‘Bastard had something planned for tonight for sure,’ she thought, then handed the bottle to Birthday Boy. “Use it wisely.”
The guy probably poured enough lubricant on his dick to shove a whale through a straw, but overdoing it was always better than underdoing it. Then he shoved his six inches into her ass, barely pausing. It made her want to scream, but she controlled herself.
“A little slower,” she said. But slow wasn’t going to be a problem. Once the head squeezed through the initial ring, it was taking every bit of his self-control not to cum right away. Passenger One got onto the lumber pile so he could shove his dick back into Shamira’s mouth, and she sucked it down greedily. Back in high school, she’d dreamed of getting taken by an entire sports team, and she didn’t care very much which one (though she leaned slightly towards the swim team), but she’d always convinced herself that “good girls” didn’t think like that, or want it as badly as she did. It took dying to realize that maybe one could be a good girl and still be a little bad. Okay, a lot bad.
Birthday Boy wasn’t entirely without merit, reaching around and playing with her pussy while he developed a rhythm in her sphincter. “Clit’s fuckin’ big,” he grunted.
Shamira couldn’t reply, because she was so close to an orgasm. Apparently fulfilling fantasies was a bit of an aphrodisiac. Having her clit rubbed was helping things along nicely. Her ass was throbbing with pleasure and pain as it was violated with the enthusiasm of youth. And Birthday Boy was digging his fingers into her ass when he came inside her, pumping her full of hot young seed.
“Fucking hell,” he said, slowly withdrawing. “Bitch is hot.”
Shamira couldn’t remember the last time she’d been called “bitch” this many times without getting hurt or without hurting someone else. Now, she kind of considered it a term of endearment.
“I want a turn,” Big Dick said.
“Wait,” Passenger Two said, “I saw this in a porno once.” He sat back with his butt on the edge of the stacked lumber, then pulled Shamira over and slid up into her pussy. “NOW tap that ass!”
Big Dick lubed up while Passenger One stayed put atop the pile. He waited until after Big Dick had pushed his way into Shamira’s ass before violating her mouth. Shamira wrapped her hand around a warm set of testicles and started sucking, all three entrances filled with the flesh of young human men.
“I’m going to have to tell Shane that just one partner won’t suffice for you anymore,” Henry chuckled. “Being treated like a toy by multiple masters looks natural for you.
Shamira mostly ignored him because the pressure was too much. A nice sized cock buried to the hilt in her rectum while another slid into her pussy like butter; it was an amazing feeling. Henry was right; multiple partners accompanied by the sensation of just being fucked was incredible. She climaxed hard, letting the dick out of her mouth so she didn’t actually bite off anything important. But she didn’t leave that cock unattended for long, feeling it slide into her mouth again after her body-rocking orgasm had finished.
“She likes it,” Big Dick said, plowing her ass with increasing speed. “Total slut.” He spanked her ass. “Ain’t that right?”
“You’re right,” she said heatedly, stroking the cock in front of her. “I’m a total slut. Fuck my slut ass.” Then she swallowed cock again. Passenger Two and Big Dick had a good rhythm going, filling her in a new and exciting way.
Passenger Two was the next to get his rocks off, pulling out of her greedy mouth and shooting a hefty load all over her face and mouth. There seemed to be no end to his youthful dispersal.
“Don’t clean it off,” Henry told her. “Don’t let him either.
“I look like a slut now,” she murmured, turning her face towards each of her remaining lovers. “Don’t I?”
“You look fuckin’ hot,” Big Dick said. He pushed in and out a few more times, then withdrew and shot his load all over her ass and back. Passenger Two didn’t bother to pull out, fulfilling his deep-seated need to breed and cumming inside of her.