Literotic asexstories – My First Gang Bang by Playful_Cherry,Playful_Cherry
I was still in school back then, and my first proper boyfriend was a few years older, a student at the local university. I liked him, he was sweet and respectful and although he wasn’t the first man I’d slept with, he was the first to make it good and I enjoyed letting him gently take control and fuck me. I was still a good little girl in those days, although I’d started realising maybe I wanted to do some things good girls shouldn’t and wouldn’t. I hadn’t acted on my vague thoughts, just led where my partner followed.
That day my boyfriend met me after school and took me to a friend’s house, a typical grotty, student, shared house, which wasn’t cleaned as often as it should be, where a group of his mates and some girls were hanging out, drinking beer (which I hate but at that time drank anyway because that’s what everyone did) and shooting the shit. I was the only one still in school uniform and I felt small and uncomfortable, out of place amongst the loud group…that might have led me to drink a bit more than I should have…
I was at the room spinning, can’t quite coordinate my movements stage of drunk, passed tipsy but still aware of what was happening, when I realised there were only four guys left in the room and one of them, my boyfriend, was slumped over the coffee table obviously drunk and passed out. When I poked him he groaned but it was going to be a while till he was back with it. It was that moment I also realised I was surrounded by the three other guys who had moved closer to where I sat on the floor. I felt a bit like prey, shy at being the centre of attention, recoiling at their over friendly banter, the sly fingers touching and stroking me, their knowing smiles…I went along with it though, it’s not like I knew then how to gracefully get myself out of uncomfortable situations, or had the confidence to just get up and leave like I would now.
One of them suggested a game, something dumb like spin the bottle I think, and a hand grabbed mine to guide it to an empty bottle sending it spinning, it landed on one of the three men and he grinned at me, moving forward on his knees, leaning into my space, clearly planning to kiss me.
I didn’t want to kiss him, I was a good girl and my boyfriend was right there, but I didn’t know how to object and as his face came close, I felt his lips brush mine, a hand softly petting my arm. I let him kiss me for a few seconds till he pulled away. The young man sitting next to me whispered something about how sweet and hot I looked and I blushed, feeling his hand stroking my arm, moving lightly over my shoulders, twisting and tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer…the bottle spun again and somehow landed on me again and the man beside me kissed me…deeper this time, tongue pushing against my lips till they opened and he slid in, brushing gently against mine. I felt a hand brush my breast, reaching round my back to pull me toward him and deepen the kiss, his other hand sliding along one leg, dipping under my pleated, uniform skirt, caressing soft, bare thigh above the top of my mid-thigh socks. I jerked at that, trying to pull backwards, to get away and other hands were suddenly holding my ankles as I tried to scramble back, my rapid movement making my uniform skirt ride up further.
Hands held me down then, stopping me from moving before the lucky winner was in front of my face again, gripping the back of my head, boxing me in, giving me no choice. I felt his tongue slobber over my lips, tracing where they met as I tried to turn my face away but he forced my mouth open, invading my mouth with his tongue again. I panicked and froze, probably not the right reaction, and he kissed me hard even as I felt someone move behind me, gripping my arms, holding me steady. The man kissing me pulled back “You taste like a sweet, slutty girl” he whispered, before his lips went to my neck and he started to lick and suck.
My neck has always been my biggest downfall, even in non-sexual situations someone touching my neck makes me shiver, and the feel of his lips licking my neck, leaving trails of cooling saliva, sent shivers though me…I couldn’t help but gasp and stiffen. I was like an animal freezing, not sure if fight or flight was the right response, shuddering as lips and tongue played on my throat, a tiny moan escaping me as I unconsciously tilted my head to give him better access. I know he liked my reaction because he chuckled and sucked harder, hands reaching to feel my breasts through my shirt as I came to my senses and started to struggle in earnest, desperate to get away before it went too far.
But my drunken struggles against three determined men were not effective and only served to have me end up leaning back against the man behind me, his lips now bumping and sucking at my neck, his hands holding my arms above my head making my back arch, pushing my big, pillowy tits into the grasp of the man who was now kneeling beside me. My legs were held apart by the third man who knelt between my knees, hands stroking up my thighs as I tried to buck and kick them off me.
Somehow in all this my shirt buttons had come undone, although my school tie still held the shirt closed at the neck and my tits were heaving as I drunkenly bucked, trying to escape, dangerously close to falling out of my bra cups. I wasn’t as big then as I am now but at 18 my breasts were generous F cups, more than a handful for the man who’d unbuttoned my shirt and was pawing at my skin, pulling my tits out, pushing my bra down commenting on how big my tits were, how hard my nipples, how much of a slut I must be…
Even as he grabbed my tight, pink nipples, pinching them hard, making me cry out, I felt other fingers gently stroke the outside of my panties, a warm hand tracing up and down my slit through the cotton fabric. I was scared than, stuck in a situation I couldn’t control, stimulated by hands and lips I didn’t want but couldn’t resist, scared I might really be a slutty girl who liked it…Without really noticing it I’d become wet, the stimulation of hands and lips and the shame of my situation doing their insidious job. That didn’t stop the fingers on my pussy from pausing, clearly noticing my creamy state “Hey, this slut is getting wet,” he announced, “I guess she does likes it”. They laughed, crass and horrible, enjoying my confusion, enjoying my efforts to escape, my weak demands for them to stop even as I couldn’t help arching into their touch, the rough feel of their fingers making my skin burn…
My efforts didn’t help, I felt lips on my skin sucking at my neck again, another mouth lapping and biting my left breast, sucking obscenely on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue till I moaned and squirmed. Fingers were probing the sides of my panties now, slyly entering my pussy, flicking my clit, making me whimper, making me more wet and juicy. I couldn’t argue they were having an effect on me…my drunken, hazy mind was starting to respond to the sensations they were creating in me. Their total control, my lack of agency, was turning me on, making me crave more, even as my mind wanted to escape.
It was that moment I felt myself hauled up, pulled into a sitting position, back against the coffee table, legs thrown apart, arms held by the man who, a moment before, had been licking my heaving tits. The fingers returned to my pussy, pulling down my panties, till they were round my knees, giving himself free entry to my unprotected hole. He took full advantage, fingers slipping and sliding over my folds, middle finger starting to pump in and out, curled upwards to find my g-spot, until my legs went limp and my head lolled back, a moan I couldn’t stop escaping me. I must have looked like such a debauched slut in that moment…tits out falling out of my school uniform, skirt rolled up, a stranger’s fingers deep in my wet pussy, barely a foot from where my drunken boyfriend was sleeping…
I still tried to get away, weak and uncoordinated as the effort was, but then the third man, the one who’d held my arms and sucked my neck as I writhed against him, stood in front of me. He was naked from the waist down and his cock jutted up in front of my face, thick and red. He stepped forward, crowding me back against the table until I couldn’t look away, I was mesmerised by his cock in front of my face, watching his hand reaching for mine, guiding me to grab him and start stroking. I didn’t really want to but I was in a kind of drunken trance by then, endorphins flooding my system making me amenable, pacified by the fingers playing with my pussy, making me feel so good. I tried to object when he moved my hand, but my fingers closed involuntarily round the warm, smooth skin of his cock, and I went along with it, resistance failing. When he removed his hand I went on stroking, slow and uncoordinated but moving on my own. He was staring down at me, a satisfied, predatory stare, holding my dazed eyes as I jerked him off.
For a moment the room was calm and silent…the only noise the fingers squelching into my sloppy pussy and the moaning, heavy breathing I couldn’t seem to stop. I’d been pacified by pleasure as I jerked dreamily at the cock in front of me, floating on sensation, my hand sliding rhythmically…the fingers pumping in and out of my pussy pulling me down a dark path to bliss. Then the cock in my hand jerked as the man took a step forward, his hand grabbing my head, lining himself up with the other, forcing his cock into my mouth. I’d barely ever sucked a cock before and I didn’t want to suck his cock then, but he was stronger and bigger than me and I didn’t get a choice. His dick had hit the back of my throat before I was even aware what was happening and I was choking and gagging, hands pushing and scrabbling against his thighs, tears pouring down my cheeks as he fucked my mouth…I thought I was dying in that moment, unable to breathe, drowning on cock, drool dripping out of my mouth onto my tits as he held my head and buried his dick in my throat, pulling out only when I was desperate for air. I retched and coughed, face red, covered in spit and drool, panting in desperation before his cock was in front of my face again and I was instinctively swallowing him, barely holding on as he rode my mouth. I felt another cock in my hand then and instinctively tried to resist but the cock in my mouth took all my attention and I could only hold on as I was used.
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