“You didn’t think you were going to get fucked in the dirt and leaves did you?”
That settled me down a little. She led me to what seemed like the middle of the room and ordered me to my knees. At least this was familiar! She had me start by worshiping her feet with my tongue. I couldn’t have used anything else, the way I was bound and with the thing in my mouth!
Fortunately, I have an unusually long tongue. (Eat your heart out, Gene Simmons!) I think my tongue was one of the reasons Sharon started going out with me.
From there I worked my way up to her pussy, tongued the living crap out of that, then started working expertly on her clit. She was going nuts! Boy, was this great! After she’d come about half a dozen times, she made me stop.
Sharon took the leash and made me crawl on my knees to a heavy oak table. Then she made me get up and lay across it on my stomach. She hooked the leash under the table somewhere. That held my head in place, just beyond the edge of the table. Then tied my ankles to two of the table legs, pulling them wide apart.
“Aw crap!” I thought. “She’s gonna do that cucumber thing again! Well, I damn well better get laid!”
Sharon said, “I promised you’d lose your virginity tonight and you will. But not with me. Enjoy the ride, bitch!”
It was then I heard the sound of footsteps. There were clearly at least two other people in the room and the sounds were being made by heavy boots! Just as I tried to scream “No!” through the jaw opener thing (I never did find out what they call it) a large thick cock was shoved all the way down my throat, until I felt pubes tickle my nose.
Because of Sharon’s “training” with the cucumbers, I knew how to deep throat without gagging, but breathing was going to be an issue pretty quick.
In addition to the guy who owned the cock that impaled my throat, I sensed someone else standing next to him.
His voice whispered in my ear, “You’re helpless bitch, and you’re ours for as long as we want to use you. The longer you take to get us off, the longer this lasts. We understand you have a really talented tongue and asshole. This will be over quicker if you make good use of them.”
I was struggling like crazy, but he was right. I was completely helpless. There was a big cock down my throat that I could do nothing about. And I had no illusions about what was going to happen to my butt! All this time Sharon had been training me for this! I was furious with her, but that would have to wait until later.
I didn’t know for sure how many there were or who they were, but it really didn’t matter. I began working my talented tongue around the cock in my mouth, to show I would cooperate.
“That’s it, pussy boy. A very practical choice,” whispered the guy at my side. The guy whose dick was down my throat hadn’t said anything. He just started fucking my throat as I worked my tongue to get him off quicker.
That’s when I felt the hand on my ass. “Aw crap,” I thought, “Can’t he wait until this other guy is finished with my mouth?” But then I realized this would be over quicker this way. Heck, I couldn’t do anything about it anyway!
At least he started with greasy fingers to open me up. But after only a couple of minutes of that, he was ready to go. And go he did! He pushed in a cock that was bigger and thicker than the biggest cucumber Sharon had used on me. He went all the way in with a single shove. I screamed around the cock down my throat, but that didn’t really accomplish anything.
They got a rhythm going, both of them shoving in at the same time, so there was no way to ease off either one of those cocks. I got the feeling they’d done this before. As the pain in my ass receded, my dick got hard and started dripping, of course.
I heard some snickering, and realized it wasn’t coming from the guys fucking my throat and ass—or from Sharon. While I’m sure she would have enjoyed watching me being defiled by these guys, I suspect they wouldn’t have wanted a girl there. I was quite sure she had left.
“Aw crud!” my brain said to me, “There’s more than two!”
I heard boots come toward me; then there was one hand stroking my cock and another giving my nuts a very painful squeeze. I couldn’t tell whether the two hands belonged to the same guy, which was really disturbing. How long was this going to last?!
The answer came quickly, and it wasn’t good. As the two guys inside me finished up, two more immediately took their place. As they were entering me at the same time, I heard the door to the cabin open and more boots come in.
It turned into a truly mind-numbing experience, as one cock after another got buried in my ass and throat. “Fuck me!” I thought to myself, then instantly told my brain to change that phrase. I wasn’t just completely fucked, I was completely mind fucked!
I couldn’t really focus on anything. My mind wandered, my tongue was on automatic as was my butt hole, squeezing and releasing, as Sharon had trained me. Bitch. On top of that, various guys kept milking Mr. Happy and squeezing my sore nuts.
There’s an old expression, “I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind!” But even though I was completely confused and disoriented, it didn’t really apply, as I couldn’t shit with those dicks up my butt, and I already couldn’t see because I was blindfolded. And no, I couldn’t peek. Sharon had used the same duct tape she’d used to bind my arms.
The dog collar was digging into the back of my neck and the ropes were digging into my ankles as I was pounded from both directions, and being shoved back and forth across that table by the guys who were relentlessly fucking me raw. There were going to be bruises everywhere!
The second pair finished and the third pair started. Were they the first pair just swapping ends, or were there at least six of them? I didn’t want to think about it. I became aware of whispered conversations and quiet snickers in the cabin, coming from all sides. Not good! That meant more guys.
I realized that no one was saying anything out loud. Of course! They all knew me and didn’t want me to recognize their voices! Would they confront me later, publicly, and humiliate me that way? Or would I never know who had used me? I wasn’t sure which would be worse. Being confronted publicly with my deflowering at the hands of a bunch of local guys, or wondering whenever I saw a guy on the street if he had been one of the ones who had degraded my helpless body.
Then I heard clicking and whirring noises. They sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place them. Then I knew. The new color Polaroid camera! Someone wanted souvenirs! At first I thought it might be for blackmail, to get me to do stuff later. But heck, guys can’t keep their mouths shut. And there were so many of them, the whole town would know by noon tomorrow!
Given the fact I had already had three orgasms by this time, you would think my dick would be out for the count. But as soon as I had the thought about the whole town knowing, it stood right back to attention. If there had been any doubt in my mind that I was turned on by humiliation, it was gone now. The other possible consequences were not a turn-on. Like my father throwing me out because he would blame me for this, and the ‘disgrace’ I brought on the family.
I still had two weeks to go before graduation. I could only hope that someone would take me in! Either that, or maybe I could just live in this cabin. “No, not a good idea, brain,” I thought to myself, “That will look like I want more of the same. I’m going to have enough trouble avoiding that as it is!”
Finally, things seemed to be winding down. I started to notice the door opening and closing, but clearly people were leaving not entering—the cabin, anyway. The last two guys swapped ends and gave me one last ride.
When it was over, the one from behind whispered in my ear, “Have a good time, pussy boy?” It was the same voice from when this began. I didn’t know who it was, but I sure recognized that whisper.
I shook my head ‘no’. He whispered, “Well, you better get used to it, bitch.” Then he gave my butt a hard slap and the last two sets of boots walked out the door. I started struggling with my bonds in a panic. “You can’t leave me like this,” I tried to shout through the mouth opener thing. No response. I hung my head in shame and despair and I began to sob.
After what seemed like forever, the tears finally stopped. Then I heard a noise. At that point I would gladly have been fucked again just so I was released afterward! Boots crossed the cabin floor. Then I heard another whisper in my ear.
“Would you like to be left like this?” I shook my head ‘no’ as hard as I could. The voice whispered, “I’ve already had you, a couple of times, and I don’t need to use you again now. But if you promise to submit to me whenever I say, I’ll turn you loose now. There are more guys on the way. So, it’s them tonight, or me until graduation. If you break your promise, I’ll break your legs.”
I nodded my head yes, and said, “I ‘omise” through that terrible mouth opener thing. He slapped my ass, untied my legs, and disconnected the leash from the collar. He did not untie my hands, but he did pull off the blindfold.
I slowly got off the table and stood. I turned around and saw the guy who was going to be using me until graduation. Aw crap! It was the football team’s middle linebacker. Mean to the core! He was 6 foot 5 inches tall, and built stronger than a brick outhouse! He really would break my legs, if I let him down. I’d be lucky if that’s all he did! He removed the mouth opener thing, but left my arms tied.
“I’m going to leave your arms tied. I wouldn’t want to make things too easy for you,” he said with an evil grin. Sadistic prick!
I leaned against the table for several minutes, slowly regaining a small amount of strength. But I knew I couldn’t wait long. More guys were coming! Finally, I moved away from the table, used my shoulder to push the door open, and stepped outside.
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