_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Butter Face, part 2 Written by wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com) **** I sighed checking my watch for the tenth time is less than 15 minutes. Fucking little cunt was supposed to be out here by 10:30 and now it's almost a quarter 'til 11. Rolling down the window I flicked my cigarette butt into the parking lot, blowing the smoke out along with it. What if she changed her mind? It took me half an hour last night and at least that long this morning to convince her to go with me to meet my friends. She kept insisting that she couldn't go, but I made it clear that if she didn't, I didn't want to see her ever again. Staring down the darkened walkway I saw a figure approaching and my spirits grew but it was only someone walking their dog. Maybe her old man caught her trying to sneak out and she's being punished. Or maybe her parents haven't gone to bed yet and she's waiting for the right time. A million reasons rushed through my head as to why she wasn't sitting next to me right now and I got angrier by the minute. She better not stand me and my friends up or she'll be sorry, that's for damn sure. I lit another cigarette, took a deep drag and leaned my head back letting the smoke fill my lungs. That's when I saw the slim figure approaching. I'll be damned, the little whore finally showed up. Sitting up, I waited for her to get in before I laid into her about being so late. She was full of apologies and assured me it wouldn't happen again as she couldn't decide what to wear. I shook my head. All bitches are the same. "What's with the school uniform?" I asked checking out what she was wearing. I specifically told her to wear a skirt tonight but I wasn't expecting this. "You said you wanted me to wear a skirt." "Yea, but we're going to a party, not to school. You look stupid wearing that." "I'm sorry; do you want me to go change into something else?" Starting the car I ignored her until we pulled out. "Don't bother; it won't be on long anyway." "Huh? What did you say?" she asked turning to face me. "Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud." The old farm is a good 10 minute drive out of the city and is very hard to find in the dark. I'm sure the guys already have things set up and will be anxious for her to get there. I could tell she was nervous and kept fidgeting and twirling her hair but I kept reassuring her that she'll do fine. "Just remember," I told her as we turned down the darkened dirt road. "These are my friends and they're older so don't embarrass me, understand? Don't start acting like some little kid or you'll really piss me off. Most of these guys are seniors so try and act mature around them," I added patting her leg. She gave a nervous smile and looked ahead as we approached. Seven vehicles lined the entrance, two of which had their headlights shining into the opened barn door with a large gap between them for the guest of honor. I pulled into the center, flashing the lights to alert them of our arrival. The large bon fire roared to the back near the opposite doorway and all the guys were sitting in a semi-circle watching as two of our members beat the hell out of each other. Our group also is a fight club and we use any method to fight, including martial arts, and someone always goes home with something broken. This helps to spike the adrenalin and gets us pumped up for the gang bangs. From the looks of it, most of the guys had already gone a few rounds and were shouting and yelling at the others to fight harder. "Heather, take off your panties," I instructed putting my hand over her thigh. "WHAT?" she yelped like a scolded puppy. "Take off your panties. I don't want any interference when I want to touch you." "Troy, your friends are here!" "Don't worry 'bout them. You're wearing a skirt; they won't even know you're not wearing any." She looked at me and then back to the guys. "Please, Troy, don't make me do this," she pled putting her hand over mine. "Heather, I don't ever ask you to do anything for me so it's not that much to ask you for this one little thing. Just take them off. You can put them back on later, I just want to touch that sexy body whenever I want to," I added smiling. She gulped and slowly pulled them down her slender legs. My smile never faded. This will be our trophy. Every whore we've banged we've kept their panties and wrote the date on it and had everyone who fucked her that night sign it. We'll have to get a fine-tip marker for these extra small girly panties. I draped them over my rear view mirror and leaned over to kiss her. Reaching for a joint, I lit it before handing it out to her. "Here, this will help to relax you," I said pinching it between my thumb and middle finer. "Is... is that... marijuana?" she mumbled staring at the small joint. "Yea, take a hit, you'll feel better." "I, um, I don't, huh, I'm not sure, um..." "Heather, just take a hit, it won't kill you and will make this go a lot easier for you, trust me." "I've never done that before." "Well until yesterday, you never fucked before and now look at you." She stared at the glowing bud for the longest time and I was getting impatient. "Here, let me show you a trick. It's called a shotgun and it's great for someone who never smoked before." She looked at me with a puzzling expression and I smiled. "You trust me, don't you?" She kept looking back and forth between me and the joint before slowly nodding. Stupid hole. "I'm going to put it inside my mouth and we're going to kiss and you'll get some smoke in your mouth and you just swallow it and blow it out later. Make sure you get it inside your lungs to get the best feeling, okay?" She nodded again. Putting the lit part inside my mouth, I leaned forward, pulling her face closer. She wanted to resist, didn't want to do it, but she didn't have a choice. Pressing our lips together, I blew as hard as I could, filling her mouth with a thick wave of smoke. She tried to pull back, but I held her still and blew again, smiling as she began a coughing session as I released her, watching as she gasped and coughed until she was able to breath again. "See, that wasn't so bad," I said finishing off the joint, watching as she fought to get her coughing under control. Reaching under the seat, I pulled out a pint of Everclear. "Here, drink this; it'll help wash it down." I'm not sure if she thought it was water or if she was that naïve that she didn't think I'd give her liquor, but she put it to her lips and took a big sip. The grain alcohol must have burned her throat as with puffy cheeks, she quickly looked for some place to spit it out. "Swallow it!" I commanded, putting my hand over her mouth until it was gone. Once she caught her breath and stopped making those strange sounds, I held the pint back in front of her. "Take another drink." She stared at the bottle before looking back at me. "Troy, do I have to?" "Yes, you do. I want you to be relaxed around my friends and this will help. Now take another drink or I'll pour it down your freakin' throat myself!" She swallowed hard before taking the bottle from me and slowly brought it to her mouth. She drank hardly a thimble full before handing me the bottle. "Again," I said bringing it back to her mouth. She swallowed hard and parted her lips slightly as I upended the bottle, spilling most of it down the front of her shirt, but getting a lot in her mouth. Looking back at the guys, they were standing near the entrance wondering what was taking us so long. It was already after 11 and we should have been here over 20 minutes ago. She was still coughing and holding her throat when I spoke. "You ready to go?" Her eyes were tearing and even in the dim dome light, I could see her face was red. She looked to the barn and cleared her throat. "I... thought this is a... party," she said not taking her eyes off of the guys." "It is, why?" "Where are the other girls?" "They're coming, don't worry." "Who's coming?" I smiled at her question. "We all are." The dumbfounded expression on her face was priceless. She's still oblivious about why I brought her here. "Come on, let's go meet the guys," I said opening my door. She was still sitting as I walked around to open her door. The guys were loud and rambunctious as we approached and she grabbed my hand, squeezing all the blood out from my fingers. "Relax, Heather," I whispered. "These are my friends and everything will be okay, just go along with it, okay?" I smiled at her and she returned a slight grin. "Guys, this is my main squeeze, Heather," I started as the guys began circling us. "Heather, these are my pals, Jessie, Dale, Chuck, Grant, Steve, Chris, Juan," I suddenly stopped as I didn't know who the next guy in line was. Or the guy standing beside him. "Uh, I'm sorry, but I don't know you. Or you," I said directing my attention to the two strangers. "These are my cousins, Hector and Marco," Juan said with a huge smile. "They're here from Mexico visiting," he added like I'd want to know that information. That really pissed me off. Everyone knows we don't bring outsiders to our parties and it's only by a vote that someone is asked to join us. Juan was voted in last summer and is definitely treading on thin ice. "Hector and Marco," I resumed my introductions after giving Juan a scowl. "Calvin, Eddie, Bobbie, Jason and Will," I ended watching as each of them took her hand and kissed the back of it as their name was called. I was sure she'd forget most of them, but it went right along with our plan. The guys sort of mobbed her, each wanting to get to know her better and I grabbed Juan's jacket. "We need to talk," I said pulling him toward the bon fire. "What's up, homey?" he asked still showing that stupid grin. "What's up? What's going on with your cousins? You know we don't bring outsiders to our parties." "Yea, I know, but I couldn't leave them at home and Jessie said I could bring them along. It's no big deal, man. They're really cool. We won't have no problems with them." "We better not. You're responsible for them. Anything goes wrong and it's your ass on the line, got it?" I said getting right into his face. "No sweat, man. It's all cool. Besides, I think you're gunna like Hector. That mutha fucka is hung like a fucking bull!" he added with a smirk. That didn't really impress me as Will was already our resident hung stud and the fact he thinks just because the guy's got a big cock that we'll welcome into our gang is full of shit. "She's practically a virgin still so big cocks aren't in big demand," I mumbled turning away. Most of us are about the same size in the cock department, six and a half to about eight inches, with Will being the biggest at about 11 inches, Grant tipping the ruler at just under 10 inches and Bobbie measuring right at 9 inches. I reached Heather just as Dale was trying to feel her nipples and she was slapping at his hands. "Hey, none of that with my woman!" I yelled grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the guys. "You get your own girl, this one belongs to me," I added reaching down to kiss her. Her face seemed to beam with pride that I would say that in front of my friends. We danced to a song and I was ready to get this party started. I gave her a plastic cup of spiked punch and with her being nervous, was gone after a few minutes. I poured her another and watched as she slowly sipped it without much of it disappearing. A slow song started and I pulled her close to me as we swayed to the music. As it ended, I whispered into her ear, "Let's go to the loft. I want to be alone with you." Looking up wide-eyed, she swallowed hard. "Troy, can we, uh, not do it tonight? I'm still a little sore from yesterday." "Come on, Babe, don't be like that. Don't keep your man waiting for it. You know what they say... if you don't keep your man happy at home, he'll go looking for it someplace else. You wouldn't want that would you?" She looked straight ahead to my chest without responding. Lifting her chin, I looked into her watery eyes. "You don't want that, right?" Slowly she shook her head. "You know I love you, don't you?" She nodded. "Do you love me?" Again she nodded. "Well, if you love me then you'll do this for me, won't you? We'll go up to the loft, just the two of us and make love and when we're done, I'll take you home just like yesterday, okay?" I had to hold her up as the alcohol was beginning to make her a little unsteady, but she agreed. Lifting her into my arms like a bride, I carried her to the ladder and helped her climb, turning to wink at the guys. They already knew the routine as we've done this hundreds of times before but with Heather, I had a better Idea. The light was just bright enough that I could see her little bald clam smiling down at me as she ascended, twisting from side to side. She was still bashful, but not as uptight as she was the day before as I began undressing her, starting with her glasses. She paused as I removed them, citing her inability to see but I assured her she was much more beautiful without them and I wanted to see her pretty eyes while we made love. Laying her back, I stripped off my clothes and lay next to her, lightly kissing her braced lips. There was no time to waste as we needed to get the action going due to the time restraint and the eagerness of the guys waiting. Reaching for the baby oil, I lubed myself before gently fingering her. She grunted as the cold liquid penetrated her tender tissue but didn't attempt to stop me as she knew it wouldn't do any good. Positioning myself between her legs, I slowly pushed my cock into her tight, soft hole, hearing her grunt as the crown was forced in, expanding her hole once again. Her body tensed as more entered, stretching the delicate walls as far apart as they could go. Her nails dug into my forearm as she braced for what she knew was coming. An inch further to go it reached bottom. She's still too shallow for me, but some of the other guys will fully enjoy her. The pressure and tightness was incredible and it felt as if her pussy was sucking my cock back in with every backward stroke. Even though she couldn't see, her eyes were tightly closed as my pace quickened, pulling her small ass off of the blanket with each thrust. She held her breath for several long minutes at a time until I was fucking her full force, slamming into her as if she were a seasoned whore. Many times she cried out as the tip of my cock smashed into the bottom of her shallow channel. I was grunting and crying out with pleasure, the two of us making sounds like wounded beasts. Movement behind me was a little distracting as the boys were getting impatient for their turns. I didn't hold back and felt myself getting closer to cumming. She was still motionless, her body stiff as I plowed into her harder, pushing my pending orgasm beyond the point of no return. Welding my groin to her, my cock jerked uncontrollably as I filled her narrow cavern with my cum. She was grunting just as much as I was but it was for a different reason. I waited until my cock lost it's firmness before rolling over. I'll need to stay close by for my plan to work. She tried to sit up but I pushed her back down. "Where do you think you're going?" "I, uh, thought you were, um, done." "Well, I'm not, just lay there until I am," I said nodding to Jessie. He dropped to his knees about three feet away and crawled on his hands and knees until he was over her. Reaching between his legs, he lined his cock to her slippery crack and pushed himself inside. She let out a long grunt as he began fucking hard into her, resuming the speed and force I had started. Her wired teeth were barred, her eyes creased tightly closed, her nose wrinkled as he pounded fast and hard into her. She was panting slightly as if going into labor as he neared his orgasm. "You're doing great, Babe," I growled into her ear. "I'm going to cum soon!" I garbled out just as Jessie's strokes became irregular. A long garbled grunt signified his release and he slowed to a stop. Looking at me with a smile, he pulled himself up and moved away just as Chuck dropped between her spread legs. "Oh, Babe, you're so hot and beautiful, I just can't get enough of you," I hoarsely whispered into her ear fighting to keep from laughing just as he leaned forward, sliding the tip of his fat cock up and down her already reddened slit. They both groaned as he slipped inside of her. He's not quite as long as I am, but is a little thicker so she was certainly feeling the bloated breadth stretching her. He slammed hard and steady into her, pushing her several inches along the blanket until he came, thrusting his cock as hard and as deeply as possible into her before filling her with his sperm. Dale was next. That boy is definitely the dumbest member of our gang and has struggled though school since the first grade. He's a big, bulky guy who stands six feet four inches tall and tips the scale at over 250 pounds. I was afraid the differences in body size would be a give away, but he actually did something that surprised me. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them down above her head and felt his way inside her pussy without using his hands. Once he caught the hole, he lunged forward, knocking the air out of her. She cried out from the brutal assault as he ravaged her body. We always used to kid him about being a Neanderthal, especially when he fucked someone. Heather was no exception. "Not... so... hard..." she finally cried out as her body rocked back and forth below him. "Troy, please... don't do it so hard..." she repeated to deaf ears and smiling faces. She actually thought it was me still fucking her. Stupid bitch. Dale finally came after banging away at her for almost 10 minutes, never letting up, keeping the same intensity and speed. Playing football kept him in good shape and she was getting a good workout from him. Chris dropped between her legs as Dale moved away and slipped right inside without hardly any difficulty and resumed the rough fucking until he came about five minutes later. Steve is the smallest member, standing only 5 foot 7 and hardly weighing 150 pounds but she didn't seem to notice any difference. Not even when his skinny six-and-a-half inch cock slipped inside of her gooey hole. Juan went next, another six-and-a-half incher, but thicker than Steve. Eddie and Calvin were next in line and Heather wasn't even responding by this time. She simply laid there while they fucked into her motionless body and shot their cream into her overused hole. When Bobbie knelt between her legs, she finally spoke, hardly loud enough to hear and I asked her to repeat it. "No, more, please, Troy. It hurts. A lot." "I'm almost done, Babe, just hang in there. Just a little more. I just can't get enough of your sexy body," I said nodding toward Bobbie. He leaned forward, sinking his nine-inch cock deep into her bruised hole. She stiffened and let out an animalistic growl as he hit her sore bottom. This was the first time for the past three fucks that she actually moved her ass, but it was more as if she was trying to get away and not actually fucking him back. She cried out, thrashed around and scratched at his chest as he battered her swollen pussy, taking his pleasure from her just as all the others did. She began crying as the pain became too much to stand and her chest began to shake from her sobbing. She lay still, blubbering until he came and moved off of her. She quickly closed her legs, putting her hands over her crotch hoping that would prevent us from continuing. She was dead wrong. Jason stood above her glaring down at the broken, sniveling girl. Putting his feet between her ankles, he kicked them out, opening her legs again as she held firmly to her pussy. "Move your hands, Heather," I warned angrily. She began a new round of sobbing and pleaded with me to stop. "I'm almost done," I growled. "Move your fucking hands, NOW!" I repeated a little louder. Slowly her hands dropped to her sides and Jason fell to his knees, positioning his cock at her entrance. She stiffened as he pushed his cock to the very depth of her hole in one shove. Watching the others fucking her really had him going as he fucked her like a mad man, slamming repeatedly into her as if attempting to punish her for being a slut. He didn't last long, maybe a few minutes, but I'm sure for Heather, it seemed a lot longer. She didn't even try to close her legs as Marco moved between them. I wanted to laugh watching as he fucked her. It must be some weird Mexican position or something as he cupped his hands under her ass, spread his legs like a frog and humped into her with quick, short thrusts, hardly moving more than a few inches at a time. Looking around at the others they had the same comical expression on their faces. Hector better not try that or I might not be able to keep from laughing. He came and it was now time for the really big guns. Twelve guys just fucked the shit out of her and the last three had double-digit cocks. Grant went first and pulled out his already hard cock and fell to his knees between her spread legs. Her eyes were closed, her body nonresponsive as he leaned closer, touching the swollen head against her crack. She jerked from the light touch as she was so sore. Finding the hole, he began sliding it inside, going slowly, inch by inch. He was about as thick as Dale, but about two inches longer and her body tensed as more of his cock disappeared inside of her. He didn't fully penetrate her before beginning to fuck it back and forth, stirring all the cum into a frothy cream. There was so much cum clinging to his cock that it looked like he had on a condom. Guys of his size know not to fuck a whore too hard to prevent damage so he took it easy on her until he came, when he shoved a little too much cock inside while he filled her. Will quickly replaced him, continuing the "gentle" fucking that Grant started and went at her for about eight minutes before adding his contribution. All eyes turned to Hector as he slowly undressed. The stupid ass should have been ready. We need to keep the action going to prevent the whore from fighting too much between fucks. He's a little shorter than me but stockier and when he dropped his jeans, everyone's mouth dropped open at the same time. Juan wasn't lying; this dude is hung like a fucking bull and I actually had a brief second where I was concerned for her. Very brief. Dropping between her legs, he attempted to push it inside, but it kept slipping out. He was a little longer than Will and the head was fatter than anything I'd ever seen. She began struggling as he was rubbing her tender hole with his massive tool. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she gasped loudly as he found the opening and pushed inside of her. Heather began thrashing around, fighting against the bloated invader, trying to get out from under him. Holding her by the shoulders, he fucked into her just a little faster than Will and Grant until he came. He rolled over panting while she lay there moaning, panting in short breaths. Most of the guys had renewed hard-ons and were anxious to move on to the next phase. Rolling her over onto her stomach, I got behind her, lifting her by the hips and pushing her chest to the floor. "What...what are you doing," she asked in a breathy voice. "I need to clean your pussy. You don't want to go home with your pussy full of cum, do you?" I asked reaching for the baby oil. She jerked when the cold liquid dropped along her ass crack. "What is that?" she asked lunging forward to get away. "It's just water, to clean you with, now just relax," I added coating my cock. "I'm going to put my finger inside your pussy to scoop out the cum so just relax." A couple of the guys behind me were snickering and I turned to give them a stern look to shut them up. It's been working fine so far and I didn't want them to fuck this up right now. Slowly I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole. She jerked back and I grabbed her by the neck to steady her before trying again. She squirmed, wiggling her ass. "Troy, that's not the right place," she mumbled. I attempted again, almost getting the tip inside. "TROY! she grunted, that's not my pussy!" "That's okay," I said lining it up once again and shoving hard, sending the entire cock head into her ass. "That's not my finger!" She squealed, thrashing about as I pushed more of my dick into her. I had to hold her with both hands to keep her still as I plowed deep and hard into her nether hole. She began sobbing again, her body jerking uncontrollably, her spasms making her already tight sphincter constrict my cock even more. "You want me to fill your ass with a hot load of cum, bitch?" I growled into her ear as I neared orgasm. Her response was to blubber harder, shaking her upper body under my chest. My cock began jerking, releasing a torrent of slime into her bowels. She fell forward, pulling my cock free and releasing a loud fart to the snickers of those around us. Dale bumped Jessie out of the way and dropped behind her, pulling her hips back up into the kneeling position before shoving his cock into her ass. Finding a place close, I leaned against a post and watched as the guys began taking turns filling her ass with their cocks and cum. After watching eight of them busting a nut and the ninth guy, Calvin, getting behind her, I went for a smoke break. Turning on the radio, I listened to some music, leaned my seat back and smoked another joint. This was going much better than I thought it would and she hardly put up a fight. I smiled thinking of her tight little pussy getting really reamed out by all of us. It was just past 2 am and I wasn't sure how much longer the guys could fuck her before she collapsed from exhaustion. Dropping the bud into the ashtray, I closed my eyes just for a moment to rest. "Troy, wake up," someone said reaching into my opened window to shake me awake. I was disorientated at first and glanced around dazed before realizing where I was. Chuck had his hand on my arm rocking me back and forth. I knew it was very early in the morning as the light was just enough to see patterns of gray for several feet. I looked at the clock radio. 5:42. Shit! "Where's Heather?" I asked sitting my seat up and shaking my head to wake up. "Still in the honeymoon suite. Almost everyone's gone. We had a fuckin' blast with her man, thanks for bringing 'er." Swinging my door open, I rushed out. I had to get the little bitch home before her parents woke up and discovered her missing. I wasn't sure what time they got up on Sunday, but I didn't want to take any chances. Rushing past the only two remaining cars, I saw Juan, Hector and Marco still dressing just below the ladder. Climbing up, Chris was still on top of the sleeping Heather and Steve was sitting naked nearby with a smile. "Hurry up, man, I gotta get her home soon," I said taking a seat next to Steve. Within three minutes, he was cumming and simply rolled off of her before standing. "She wins the best fuck of the year award!" he said grinning while looking for his clothes in the dim light. I smiled back and crawled over to her. She was a fucked-out mess and the guys really did a number on her. We can be pretty rough on whores, especially if no one's there to keep them in check. She was going to have bruises for weeks after tonight. Rolling her onto her stomach, I pulled her hips up and watched as her ass hole winked opened and closed several times. Slime and goo poured from both abused holes, dripping down to the blanket in one long, continuous glob like stalactite. She was softly moaning but didn't move as I shifted her around. I had morning wood and I wanted some relief before taking her home and unzipped my pants with one hand while holding her up with the other. She didn't budge as my cock slipped into her soggy ass, forcing out more sperm. The slapping sounds echoed in the empty barn as I pounded hard into her slack body, keeping my pace until I once again shot my cum into her. She whimpered while I fucked her but didn't move or try to resist. Pulling out of her, she collapsed, falling face first onto the hay. I rolled her over and began shaking her. "Heather, wake up. It's time to go home," I said shaking her violently until her eyes opened. They were red and puffy from crying so much, her mascara streaked and staining around her eyes and her hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks from dried cum. There was some vomit in her hair and under her head and I wondered what that was all about, but who cares, we had our fun and now we're done with her. "Get up; you need to move your ass or I'm leaving you here to find your own way home!" She was too weak to sit up and only garbled something to me. Pulling her arms, she sat up but couldn't move her legs to stand. Throwing her over my shoulder, I carried her down the ladder, dropping her to the barn ground. "Last chance, either get up, or walk home. Your choice." It took her 15 minutes but she finally made it to the car. I had her clothes on the hood and made her walk naked to get them, leaving a trail of sperm in her wake. Grabbing some old potato sacks, I had her sit on them to keep from getting cum on my seats. She curled up into a ball, her legs pulled to her chest, wrapping her skinny arms around them against the door, her head wedged between the seat and the door. Softly she wept, moaning occasionally as I hit a bump or turned too sharply. It was 6:31 when I pulled into her complex and parked as close to her building as possible. "You'd better take a shower when you get home, you smell like a whore," I said reaching over to open her door. She almost fell outside as most of her weight was against the door. "Get out, I don't have all day to wait for you!" I warned giving her shoulder a slight push. Pulling herself up, she swung her legs out and literally fell out onto the parking lot, grasping the arm rest on the door for support. Her legs were shaking as she slowly made her way down the sidewalk, holding her stomach with one hand and her pussy with the other. "Call me later!" I shouted out before reaching over to shut her door. She never looked back or spoke a word to me since last night. It didn't really matter one way or another. She served her purpose and if I never see her again, we had a good time with her. I waited until she disappeared between the buildings before backing out. I smiled wondering if she was going to call me again. ~ end of part 2 I'd love to hear from you at -- wetfly6969@aol.com