Author: Daddy Walker
Title: She Loves It
Keywords: m+~F anal ws m1st caution

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She Loves It


Beneath the surface of their tight, cocky group the three
17-year-olds John, Peter, and Paul shared a common problem. They
were suffering a constantly growing, desperate need to experience
cunt around their teenage erections.

They weren't losers as such. They had, for example, started
working out, getting good at it. They even managed to get
themselves invited to the occasional party, but because of what
seemed to be increasing bad luck, they just kept blowing it with
girls.

Some serious change had to come to this situation soon - they all
felt it - or they would actually go insane from hard-cocked
horniness.

---

They had gathered listlessly at John's on a sunny Saturday
morning.

John was by the computer. A moment ago, he had been surfing porn,
doing his best to depress them, as always, but now he seemed to
be looking at something else.

- "Hey, did you guys see this?", he asked.

He appeared to be looking at something from one of his mysterious
contacts. They all gathered around the computer.

There was a picture of a perfectly normal looking, older woman,
who seemed as though she could be somewhere in her twenties. Her
skin was a little dark, possibly Hispanic. The message was short
and to the point.

"I will be tied up, naked, and ready to be properly, brutally
fucked by anyone who passes by tonight from 9PM to noon tomorrow.
Everyone who reads this can use me - in any way you need to. I
want to be your dirty whore!"

Suddenly, the guys were all looking at the screen differently.
She might not exactly be someone you'd turn your head after, but
now that you were motivated to take a second glance she didn't
look bad at all... Her face was normal. Her breast seemed rather
big under a bland, anonymous t-shirt. She didn't look fat. They
were all subconsciously trying to get a better look at her hips.

- "It's a joke, right?", Peter said in disbelief, after a few
moments of awkward silence.

The address in the message was not in town, and the text was
dated yesterday. Someone else would have seen this... There would
be talking next week. If they would want to be part of that
conversation, someone would think to ask them, the nerds, for a
reason they hadn't just taken their chances and gone...

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- "I think this is the place...", Peter said with quiet
uncertainty.

It was over two hours later, just over one hour remaining before
noon, and there was nervous tension in the car. There had been
some debating, mostly from Peter. Eventually, he had given up
and agreed to go, and now he was even driving.

He had slowed down outside a house. They were still in the
outskirts of town. You could see a small, empty factory building
at the opposite side of the road, and there were few neighboring
houses.

- "Don't stop here!", John's voice almost broke with nervousness.
"Around the corner!"

No one questioned his logic. They didn't want to be seen.

---

Everything was quiet when they came walking back after parking.

- "So...", Peter started asking. "Do we just knock?"

What if someone answered the door? The nervous excitement was
unbearable. They all felt it, just as they felt their
fuck-desperate cocks starting to dribble pre-cum from
anticipation when John knocked the door.

After a long, hesitant silence, John decided to continue by
pushing the handle down.

- "It's empty...", he observed, looking in.

From a completely empty hallway, you could see into an empty
kitchen and a sunlit room at the far end. This house looked
uninhabited. There was something creepy about the whole setting.
It seemed more along the lines of a dope nest than the place
where a woman would willingly give away cunt for free. Still,
they ventured a few steps inside, closing the door, and nothing
happened.

Down the hallway, they suddenly saw her. Their jaws dropped to
the floor.

The room looked like an unfurnished living room, complete with
dust in the corners and rays of sunlight shining in through the
windows. The only thing inside was a massage bench, and the woman
was tied to it on her back.

She was naked. Her mouth was sealed with black tape. Her legs
were restrained and pulled up towards her tits, and her ass
rested without possibility to move on the end of the bench. All
three teenage cocks were pumping with sudden hardness, and the
guys stared in collective lust at her wide-spread, completely
exposed crotch.

The sight of a real, naked ass turned out to be a thousand times
more arousing than any sexy ass they had ever seen in porn, even
if - to be fair - this one looked slightly older and bigger than
they would have expected. The skin on the the asscheeks was
smooth and stretched by the way her legs were pulled up. You
could even glimpse her puckered little asshole in between the
separated lobes.

It was the cunt that really caught their attention, though. The
cunt was shaved clean, and it was messy and glistening, with old
rivers of sperm leaked and dried out over the asscheeks.

Her tits were big, like little hills that spread over her entire
chest, flowing down slightly over the sides. Half of her face
seemed to covered by the tape, and it was difficult to get a good
look at her. She seemed to be sleeping. From what they could see,
she looked just as normal as she had on the picture.

You could make out undissolved sperm in puddles on a soaked mat
below her. Most of the remaining wetness on the mat seemed to be
piss, maybe from the woman herself.

- "Jesus...", Paul whispered.

This was a strange scene to handle. Their hormonal teenage minds
were fighting between instincts to run in repulsion and urges to
simply stick their cocks in that messy hole to experience the
ball-emptying bliss they were built for. Then, once again, John
took the initiative, breaking the silence.

- "Look at her cunt!", he gasped dumbfoundedly. "It's messy...
There's been people here fucking her already. It's for real!"

She jerked at the voice, and she seemed to be coming around,
making an effort to look up and see her new visitors. She moaned
painfully as if she wanted to say something. Peter had been
fidgeting nervously for a few seconds, and now his patience
broke.

- "Come on guys...", he said in an unconvinced voice. "We should
get out of here, right? I mean... She doesn't look like she likes
this..."

- "No!", John protested immediately, rationalizing. "Well...
Maybe she wants it... I'm telling you. Sometimes, women are into
strange shit..."

He walked up to her. His hand reached out to her skin, and
completely entranced, he caressed her from her crotch up to her
tit. You could see what appeared to be dread in her eyes, but in
reality, it was difficult to tell what she was thinking. He
touched her nipple, and it stiffened between his fingers.

- "Look at this!", he turned to the others in persuasive awe.
"She's horny."

He moved down to her crotch, starting to feel her cunt up in
growing excitement. Now you could hear quiet, squishy noises.
They were all breathing a little more heavily as their cocks were
growing to the point of bursting. John was pressing his fingers
into her inside walls, making her whimper.

- "Come on guys, feel this!", he raised his voice in ecstasy.

He pulled his messy fingers out and held them up, showing the
glistening wetness. He moved over to make room, looking at Paul.
Paul was easily persuaded, and he walked over with an impatient
look on his face, moving his hand to the waiting cunt.

The guys felt her up with insensitive hands, squeezing and
pinching.

- "Damn...", Paul exclaimed when he felt her soaked insides.

Paul and John smiled at each other, painting pictures in their
minds of this wet fuck hole around their cocks. They turned to
Peter. He caved to the peer pressure and walked over to the
others, putting his fingers against the waiting cunt. You
couldn't tell if he was agreeing with what they were doing now,
or if he simply couldn't allow himself to fall behind in their
own, private little race for experience.

He touched the slippery hole. His cock was visibly rock hard -
through every pair of pants, you could see the shafts pulsing,
bulging, aching for a hole.

- "Let's take the tape off...", Peter suggested. "We can ask her
if it's real, ok?"

It was a compromise they could all agree on.

But she started screaming in protest already before they touched
her face, and when they pulled at the tape, they understood why.
It was impossible to remove. They just pulled the skin around
her mouth, and she groaned loudly in pain.

- "It's stuck...", Paul said with surprise. "They must have
superglued it or something..."

All their minds were completely focused on the cunt now. It was
glistening before their eyes, promising unimaginable pleasures.

- "I don't know guys...", Peter still felt a need to try with an
unconvincing voice. "Maybe we should go anyway... Before someone
gets here. What do you say?"

- "She doesn't protest now...", John pointed out.

He looked down into her face. She looked scared at this point.
He decided to ignore that, and he started squeezing her tit
hard, mashing it in frantic horniness. He was soon getting
rougher, hurting her. She flinched as she looked back up at him,
begging for mercy with her eyes, still not making a sound.

- "Maybe she's from another country...", Peter said with a
distracted voice. "Maybe she doesn't understand..."

It was obvious for all of them that they had just passed the
point where arguments didn't matter. Their eyes wandered between
the squeezed breast and the crotch. Their bodies urged them on to
reach out and keep touching.

- "Come on guys...", Paul intervened with anxiousness in his
voice. "I mean... It was on the internet, right? When it was put
up like that, it's not our fault, no matter what..."

The woman had started making whimpering, complaining sounds. She
tried to move from their violent touches, with the only effect
that her cunt shifted back and forth as if it was trying to lure
them in, as if it could smell the rock-hard cocks in the room and
truly wanted to taste them.

- "Let's wash her...", Paul said, unable to take his eyes from
between her legs.

This they could all agree on, and the washing of the cunt turned
into a quiet bonding ritual. Using a bottle and water from the
nearest bathroom, they shared the work evenly, splashing the
messy fuck hole, rubbing the fleshy pubic folds, probing and
exploring her insides, rinsing her out with eager fingertips.

In the end, John even slid his finger down to her wrinkled
asshole. He started probing gently, and then he pressed harder
and harder, until she grunted from discomfort. The guys all
stared in fascination. He finally used more strength and forced
his finger inside. She let out a short yelp.

- "Fuck!! That's tight!", he shouted. "I don't think anyone could
get a cock in there!"

His finger sunk deeper into the asshole. He stretched the
sphincter in fascination as his fingertip played inside her
colon. Then he looked back at the others.

- "We've gotta start fucking her...", John said. "You go first,
Paul..."

This was a crucial moment. They could all feel it. They were
going to share a cunt.

At first, Paul seemed embarrassed to take his cock out of his fly
in front of the others. His erection was 7 or 8 inches long, and
the others couldn't help but stare.

Paul touched the helpless woman's crotch, pressing his index
finger into her, testing his ground.

Then, the first attempt at fucking her fizzled into a failure.
When he put the cock head to the hole, he couldn't get in, and
the shaft started to soften and bend. John came to the rescue. He
squeezed a fat tit again. As soon as Paul saw the smooth flesh
being mashed, his cock started to swell back up.

- "Yeahh, that's it Paul!", John said. "Look at the tit! I'm
telling you she likes it. Her cunt is juicing... She's just lying
there for you... She wants you to fuck the cunt!"

Paul unbuckled his jeans and started pulling them down, and for
some reason, things seemed to go better with his pants and
underwear down around his knees. He spent a few moments jerking
off, staring between tits and crotch, and he put his veiny shaft
back at the entrance of the fuck hole.

- "Push hard!", John ordered.

There was aggression in his voice. The woman had started moaning
in pain from his tit-crushing squeezes. Still, neither Paul nor
any of the others really cared now, and you could see his rigid
cock pushing to get inside, not quite finding the spot.

"Don't worry about her!", John said with confidence. "She's a
fuck hole... She loves it... Some women need violence!"

With a stern face, Paul put some more power behind a thrust. The
woman screamed in pain under the tape. All three guys stared as
his cock suddenly started disappearing into the crotch.

- "That's it!", John almost screamed. "You're fucking the cunt!"

Paul stared wide-eyed and gasped from the sensation. He started
thrusting. His cock was barely moving, wedged inside her. Still,
he moaned loudly in pleasure with every push, and you could see
the shaft pushing a little deeper each time.

- "Mmmhhh...", he grunted and moaned. "Ohh, yeaahh... Fuuuck..."

He had soon buried more than half of his erection in the trapped
cunt. There were actual noises of suction and wetness from her
crotch. Now she appeared to be juicing around him, lubricating
him, allowing his cock to sink deeper into the pleasure of her
all-embracing fuck walls.

They saw him tensing up.

- "Fuck!", he screamed. "Fuuckk!! Uungghhh!"

The root of his cock shaft started twitching, and as he kept
grunting they realized he was already coming inside his first
cunt.

Ten seconds later when Paul pulled out an already softening
shaft, John looked over at Peter, the third guy, observing in
some quiet discomfort from the side.

- "Come on, man!", John said. "Take it out! Let her see
it!"

The implication was obviously that Peter was next. Peter looked
at the tied up woman. Paul's sperm was trickling out of her
fresh-fucked cunt.

- "I don't...", Peter hesitated. "Look... She's... full of his
sperm now..."

- "Listen...", John said, looking back. "We don't have a lot of
time for this... Either you put your cock in her cunt now, or
I'll fuck her and we'll leave."

Peter seemed to consider his options for a few frustrated
seconds. Then, he stepped up, hesitantly, to the woman's crotch.
He pulled his pants down. His cock was even bigger, thicker, and
harder than Paul's.

The new man up almost seemed to brace himself before he brought
the head of his large organ to the opening in her crotch. He took
a deep breath.

After that, he didn't have any problems. He just pushed inside,
using Paul's sperm as lubrication. The woman let out a muffled
scream, and although it was still impossible to say for sure, it
started to sound as if she might really be enjoying this.

Many things happened in one minute. Peter started fucking her
cunt harder, almost aggressively, staring at her naked body as
his cock slowly worked its way all the way inside. He suddenly
seemed to be a changed person, eyes glowing in fascination as he
stared at his own cock disappearing into that body. At the same
time she seemed to have opened up completely to welcome him. He
squeezed her hips violently in his hands, and she moaned in what
could well have been approval now. His crotch smacked into her
wetness. There was a look of absolute release and unconstrained
satisfaction on his face.

Finally, he bowed down with an animal grunt over her body and
started licking her tits, covering them in saliva. He managed to
suck a pink nipple into his mouth, fucking her harder and harder,
moaning and grunting into the breast-flesh.

- "That's it!", John encouraged him. "Suck that tit! Fuck her
good!"

Peter slobbered and panted, filling his drooling mouth completely
with soft breast, sucking it with child-like lack of
self-control. He moaned louder, and finally he stopped dead at
the bottom of a thrust. You could see his ass muscles clenching,
over and over.

It took him a few moments to empty his young sperm into her.
John waited patiently, but then he rushed his friend away.

- "Come on!", John said. "We're in a hurry."

Peter backed away with a look of relief and euphoria, staring
with love at the woman who appeared to have lifted a large
weight off his shoulders.

John was already in his own world, stroking his semi-erect cock,
stepping up, pointing the shaft at her cunt.

- "I'm gonna fuck her...", he looked around at both his friends
and smiled for some attention. "But first... I'm gonna clean her
from all this mess!"

With that, he started pissing on the sperm-dribbling cunt. He
used his stream to wash every trace of cum from her flooding fuck
lips while he laughed at his own ingenuity. Then, he even managed
to work the tip of his semi-erect, still pissing cock inside her
cunt hole, filling her with warm urine. The liquid gushed out of
her when he stepped back.

It only took him a few seconds to energetically masturbate his
medium-sized cock to extreme hardness, and he leaned down over
her body and found his way into her cunt. With a violent thrust,
the vicious young man buried himself inside the pissy crotch.

- "Uuuuhhh, that's it!", he moaned into her face. "You love it,
don't you? I'm gonna fuck you so good! You're a piss and cock
whore, and you love it!"

He fucked her brutally, looking into her face for some sort of
reaction while he stabbed his cock into the bottom of her cunt.
She flinched at every thrust, turning her eyes away from his.
Still, she let out whimpering moans that at least could have
been interpreted as sounds of pleasure.

Eventually, John stopped his assault, still without having
orgasmed. He spent a few seconds panting for breath, looking
down at the woman until she looked back up at him. He smiled
cruelly at her.

Then, he pulled his cock out, and very slowly and deliberately
he put it against her asshole. She looked up into his eyes. He
was still smiling in triumphant satisfaction down at her. He
started pushing, and they kept their eyes locked at each other.
She didn't make a sound. She just kept staring at him. She
could have been begging him to stop; it was impossible to
really tell. She flinched again and looked to the side, and
with a whimper her asshole finally surrendered, allowing his
cock in.

- "Yeaahhh!", John shouted in triumph.

He looked up at his friends, who stared back in awe as his cock
slid in between the ass cheeks.

- "I'm fucking her in the ass, guys!", John laughed. "Her fucking
asshole! Look!"

He started thrusting back and forth, and his cock was soon buried
to the hilt in the stretched ass. He pulled the shaft out and
drove it back in again, repeating, faster and faster, smacking
into her asscheeks.

The woman moaned with more suffering sounds at each thrust.

- "Listen, she likes it!", John shouted, looking down at her in
fascination. "I'm telling you, she loves it!"

Then he bowed down to her tits. Instead of just sucking her tits,
the way Peter had, John started biting. He nibbled the nipples,
laughing as she whimpered nervously. Then he pulled his head up
with a stretching nipple between his teeth, lifting the entire
tit until he could look into her eyes again. This time there was
no question that she was silently begging him for mercy. He bit
down, and the already crying woman screamed in pain.

When he let go, the nipple snapped back into the tit. Their eyes
locked again, but she simply let out a short, submissive grunt
every time his cock filled her capitulating asshole.

His shaft was petrified, lunging in and out of her. His hands
returned to her tits, and he started pulling at them to get more
thrust as he fucked. He smacked into her still piss-dripping
asscheeks, slamming himself furiously into her ass, over and
over, toward an inevitable orgasm. It was time.

- "Yeah...", he gasped. "You fucking cunt!"

With those words, he buried his cock between her asscheeks and
came in a powerful, screaming orgasm.

It took him a few moments to catch his breath.

- "Fuuuck, that was great!", he laughed, looking up at his
friends.

He pulled out of her ass, and a trickle of sperm was pushed out
after his cock before the sphincter closed. He laughed up at
the others.

- "The whore is really into it, don't you think?", he asked.

Paul and Peter just stood there, looking relaxed and blissful.

- "Come on!", John said euphorically. "Let's piss on her
before we go!"

He walked up to the woman's face with his cock still out. It was
half-soft now, and he pointed it down to her, looked up at the
others, and waited.

For some reason, they all did as he wanted. After all, there was
no reason not to, and they needed to get ready for the trip...
Soon the woman could look back up at all of them, waiting in
silence with three cocks pointing at her. It was possible she
saw some appreciation in their eyes - the kind of thankfulness
young men feel toward their first real whore, who they can just
throw away when they're done.

John laughed and began, pissing in her face. She clenched her
eyes together and instinctively turned her face to the side,
which happened to be where Paul's cock was. Paul smiled in
surprised triumph, just as he started going as well. She
resigned to simply trying to endure it while Peter also began,
pissing on her tits, moving up to her face from below her mouth.

They finished, one by one, and left their fuck toy soaked and
dripping with urine.

As they were still closing their jeans, they all heard another
car stopping outside the house. Peter reacted faster than the
others. He was leaving, and this time there was no hesitation.
He moved over to a window that faced the back of the garden.

- "Let's go!", he ordered at the same time as he opened the
window.

By the time they were climbing out the window to safety, they
were all laughing again. They ran across the lawn, jumped a
fence, and ran all the way to the car.

- "I could fucking hear them coming in through the door!", Paul
shrieked with laughter while he climbed into the car.

Peter started the engine, and soon they were driving up past the
front of the house. There were two cars there now, and a big guy
in a leather jacket was watching the door with a baseball bat in
his hands.

- "Look at them...", John said. "She's gonna get more than she
bargained for..."

- "Don't worry about her!", Peter replied with confident
happiness. "She loves it!"

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First published 2011 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
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