by JJ Argus
She shuddered, knees spread wide on the cool grass, bottom raised high, Nick's cock punching deep down the length of her spasming, burning tube again and again and again until with a sudden wild spasming sense of going over a cliff her world turned and spun about, orgasm tearing apart what was left of her mind.
Nick finished and released her and she slid down on the grass, groaning, falling to her belly, face in the grass as he and Tony laughed to each other. Woozy, she groaned and rolled over onto her side, then her back. She knew, vaguely, she shouldn't be laying there naked like that, but didn't care. Fuck em. Who cares what they think of me, she thought, staring up at the sky.
They were leaving, it looked like. Or at least, she saw Denise climbing over the wall on the far side of the pool, and then Angela and Paul and Sarah. Fuckers. Leaving without even asking her.
She sat up slowly, groggy and combed her tangled hair out of her face.
Fucking Tony came in her fucking face, she thought with a mixture of disgust, contempt and dark excitement. No one had ever dared do that before. She turned around and lay at the edge of the pool, scooping water up into her face and rinsing it off.
She turned around, on all fours, looking for her clothes. She couldn't find her bra, but her fingers found her tank top and she lifted it up and tried to find which was the back and which was the front.
“Hey baby.”
She gasped at the words, jerking her tank top over her breasts instinctively. An instant later she recognized Larry and felt herself flare irritably. Another asshole who wanted to fuck her.
“What the fuck do you want?” she asked, voice slurred.
He knelt beside her and yanked the tank top out of her hands, then pushed her so she fell back on her back. She looked up at him, eyes blinking, and then grunted as he settled atop her. Fucking nerve of the bastard, she thought, pushing feebly at him with her hands.
He snorted in amusement and pinned her wrists to the grass above her head before kissing her. It wasn't a bad kiss and she grunted in pleasure as his other hand began to knead her sensitive breast. His hand coasted up and down her pale, bare body and she groaned as he forced her thighs apart.
God, he was going to do her right here, just like the other two, she thought with some excitement and outrage. Was she everyone's whore now? Was that what she was? A cunt for everyone to use?
The sound of his zipper was loud, and then she felt his hard hot cock pressing against her thigh.
Resentment flared even through the heat. Who the fuck was he to be fucking her anyway? Pissy little Larry.
“Get off me,” she demanded, her voice slurred and weak.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
“F-Fuck you,” she gasped.
She fumbled a hand free and punched at his head, landing a weak blow, and he cursed in pain and pinned her wrists again. She almost laughed. Did he think he was tough or something? Did he think she was weak?
“Pussy,” she sneered.
He glared down at her and undid his belt, yanking it free of the loops of his jeans, then wrapped it around her wrists. She sneered up at him, not resisting, interested again. What the fuck was he doing, the kinky fucker?
She grunted as the belt tightened around both wrists, and he fumbled at it above her head on the grass before releasing her. Courtney tried to jerk her hands free and couldn't, and arched her back, her head going far back as she peered at her wrists to find the rope snagged around what looked like a lawn sprinkler or something.
He spread her legs and bent to suck and lick at her breast and Courtney gasped and writhed beneath him. She pulled at the belt again, and then again, but oddly, didn't feel the least frightened or worried. In fact, she felt a sudden jolt of heat roll through her as she stared up at him, helpless and bound.
“Asshole,” she panted, “Pussy. Faggot!”
She wasn't sure why she was insulting him. She was bating him, but why, she didn't know.
“Slut,” he sneered.
He gripped both her nipples and pinched hard and she cried out, twisting, kicking at him. He snickered and bent to suck on her breast again, letting his teeth bite into the soft, throbbing flesh of her excited nipple.
He dropped his body fully atop her and she felt the head of his cock probing at her, searching for the angle. She twisted and then shuddered as he found it and slid into her, deep. The rush of heat and wild, animal excitement easily eclipsed the pain of his sudden entry and she groaned as he grabbed her hair, forcing her head back so he could crush his mouth against hers.
Her legs flopped wide to either side and she groaned as he began to grind against her, his cock pumping now, first with slow, deep strokes, then faster and longer.
Fuck, fuck fuck! He was fucking her! He was fucking her like... like she was a whore, like she was his whore.
“Bastard!” she gasped.
“Slut!”
Then his lips were crushed against hers again and she felt her tongue rise up to duel his as it thrust into her mouth.
His cock was thrusting in and out of her at a steep angle, grinding against the top of her sex, his pubic mound jamming down against her as well. Courtney felt the heat within her bubbling and churning, her dazed mind battered and rolled by the strength of the sensations crackling through her nervous system.
“Well Larry's having fun.”
Larry froze for a moment, then glared over his shoulder as Nick and Tony sauntered up, smirking.
“Fuck off and leave us alone, would ya?”
They both laughed. Nick knelt by Courtney's head and Tony leaned against the tree next to them.
“You have to tie the slut up? Don't you know she'd be all over you if you just let her?”
“Maybe she likes it,” Larry said.
Then he thrust into her to make her gasp.
“That your best, man? Fuck her!”
“Yeah, give it to her, man!”
Larry resumed thrusting, now doing her harder, and Courtney gasped and moaned, knowing he was doing it for his audience, that he was showing them what a tough guy he was. Something about that turned her on, too, and having an audience made her feel a strange, squirmy kind of heat in her groin.
Her legs were spread wide on the grass, and she slowly drew her knees up a little, moaning as Larry's cock punched deep and hard into her pussy. He didn't try to kiss her any more, just fucked her – hard.
Her breathing became ragged as his cock stroked in and out of her with hard, deep thrusts.
“Yeah. Give it to her man. The bitch loves cock,” Nick said.
“Hurry up. I want a turn at her,” Tony said.
Courtney groaned weakly, then cried out in sudden shock as an orgasm tore through her body. Her head jerked back and she strained against the belt around her wrists, her back arching as her legs rose up and wrapped helplessly around Larry's rocking hips.
“Yeah! Fucking slut loves it!” Tony said.
And she did, God help her!
God it was good! Soooo goood!
She groaned helplessly and went limp on the grass, panting, chest heaving as Larry continued thrusting into her for another thirty seconds, then grunted as he came inside her.
Then Tony climbed atop her.
She looked up through glassy eyes as he leered at her. He spread her legs roughly, then thrust into her.
Courtney's mind rolled slowly, dazedly. She groaned in confusion as they shifted her, pulled her, She found her back arching as her head was forced up and back – and back, and back. Her legs were lifted up and held wide in mid-air as Tony stroked into her from his knees now. And then Nick's cock slid into her mouth as he knelt just above her head, straddling her bound arms. He pushed himself down her open throat and she stared into his scrotum as she felt Tony thrusting into her harder and harder.
This is fucking wild, she thought dazedly.
It was hard to breath, though, and her chest burned, her head pounding as black dots danced before her eyes. She almost lost consciousness,
but Nick pulled out and she coughed violently, gulping in air, grunting as Nick forced her legs back further. She heard male laughter, the murmur of their voices as her ankles were lifted up and forced back behind her shoulders. Her feet were actually touching the grass above her shoulders, her bottom elevated as Tony lay poised above her, all his weight on his hands, which were on her ankles, and his hips worked in and out, in and out, faster and harder, spiking himself deep into her burning pussy again and again.
It – hurt. It hurt sooooo good.
Chapter Two
The words the other girls had for her the next day were cruel, and she spat back, spiteful, resentful, and defensive. Bitches, that was all they were. Jealous bitches, probably. Probably never came in their lives, fucking cunts.
She was uneasily aware she'd crossed a line that she'd never even really thought about, one which had always been there at the back of her mind, one girls just didn't cross, at least, not where others could find out about.
She'd been stoned, she thought defensively, not that anyone really took that as much of an excuse. It wasn't like anyone held her down and made her drink, or smoke. It didn't even occur to her to protest that they'd forced her. She knew she could have resisted, and knew she hadn't cared enough to. She also knew that her body had burned with heat at what they'd done to her, and that even remembering it made her feel like a dark, erotic temptress, made her feel wickedly sophisticated compared to the other girls who were, let's face it, just dumb, naïve girls.
She felt more mature somehow, superior. And what the fuck did she care if they didn't like it? Stupid little bitches. She felt oddly sleek and sexual for the first time in a long time, though she wasn't at all sure why.
Maybe it was because she'd come with a guy where she never had before. Well, not really. She could remember a few small near climaxes, or maybe, mini climaxes a few times. But mostly, she only came when she was pleasuring herself. Guys were too quick, too clumsy, and by the time she was heated up they were done and congratulating themselves on how good they were.
They'd got their piece of ass, she thought cynically, and that was all they cared about.
But last night had been different. It had gone on longer, and been so... out of control. She liked that. Always before she'd been a part of a dance, always anxious about what she was doing, and how he would think of her afterward, wanting her reactions, her movements, to be ones which wouldn't show her as a lousy lay. In a way, fucking was like dancing. But she hadn't really been fucking them last night. They'd been fucking her. And so she'd just had to lay there and let them dance while she enjoyed the experience without any cares about what she had to do.
It had been a curiously freeing experience.
But she knew she couldn't explain it to these bitches, even if she wanted to, and she didn't want to. She didn't need to justify herself, didn't need to care what they thought of her. If they didn't like it they could go fuck themselves. She didn't care. Catty little bitches.
The next night she had work anyway. Since she usually got up at noon and went to sleep around two or three or four in the morning – even when not working – staying awake all night was no great trial. Not that she did, of course. There weren't that many calls, and it was easy enough to nod off for an hour or two until the next one woke her up.
She hadn't gotten to that point, though, when someone rang the bell. It was rare, indeed for anyone to ring the bell here during her shift, and she pursed her lips for a moment, then got up and walked down the hall to the front door.
The building was two stories, old, with a slow old elevator off the main doors, and a wide, curving staircase with metal bannister. It was located just off a major roadway only a dozen blocks from where she lived, which was one of the reasons she didn't try to find better. It spared her a long ride on the bus to get downtown.
The lights in the main hall never went out, and there pressed against the glass, flat against it, arms and legs spread, kind of grinding himself against the door, was Nick. Courtney hesitated, a sudden wild flare of anxiety mixed with heat, embarrassment, irritation and a lot of other confusing emotions freezing her in place with her hand on the light switch.
“Shit,” she said.
It wasn't like they didn't know where she worked, and it wasn't like some of her friends hadn't stopped by on previous occasions to hang around, but having Nick here, now, right after... well, after what had happened, when she hadn't even sorted out her own feelings, and when people were talking about her, well, it made her anxious.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked, going into the outer hall and glaring at him through the locked door.
He pressed his tongue against the door and licked it slowly. She wasn't sure if he was trying to be amusing or to turn her on but she only wrinkled her nose in faint contempt. God, guys were so fucking childish!
“Just came by to see you,” he said with a grin, “Wondered if you were okay.”
“I'm fine,” she said warily. “I'm working.”
As if that weren't obvious, in her white button-down blouse, knee length blue skirt, and black pumps.
She though it silly she had to dress for the office when the only people she saw were the ones who came in very early in the morning but that was what her employer wanted.
“Let me in,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“You know non-employees aren't allowed inside.”
“Like anyone is gonna fuckin' notice,” he snorted, pulling a joint out of his pocket and lighting it. “Well come out on the porch and talk then.”
She hesitated again, but the night was likely to be a long one, and if she propped the door open she would hear the phone. It had a repeater overhead so that when it rang she would hear it anywhere in the building, even the bathroom.
She nodded, turned off the alarm, and then unlocked the door and stepped out into the early morning darkness.
It was about one thirty. The door gave onto a narrow porch only a step above the darkened parking lot which spread out before them. There was a similar two floor building on its other side, and the road off to the right, nearly as empty as the parking lot. She could hear the sound of crickets chirping somewhere out behind the building as she leaned against the wall and took the proffered joint, inhaling deeply.
“You're not feeling pissed off since we gang banged you?”
She snorted and handed the joint back. “You didn't fucking gang-bang me,” she sniffed. “It was only like, you and Tony, and then Dave after.”
“And then me and Tony again.”
“So? It was no big deal,” she said, shrugging it off.
“So how many guys does there need to be for it to be a gang bang?” he asked with a leer.
Courtney felt a hot little throbbing between her legs at the thought, at the word, at all the emotional ideas that went with them. “I don't know,” she said. “Can't say I ever thought about it.”
He handed the joint back. “Four? Five? Ten?”
She inhaled and passed it back, shrugging, refusing to commit herself in case he took it as an invitation to go and invite a bunch of guys. But she let herself imagine herself at the center of a whole bunch of hot, sweaty guys, their dicks all sticking out, all of them wanting her, groping her, grabbing her, using her. It was a hot, nasty, exciting fantasy, but not one any kind of a “good girl” would tolerate.
“Maybe if you guys knew how to fuck a girl you wouldn't need so much help,” she said.
He snickered and leaned in closer to her. His hand pushed in between her legs, rubbing her there before she could push it off.
“I bet I can do you so you scream,” he said.
“Yeah, sure,” she replied, taking the joint again.
“You afraid of what those bitches aid this morning?”
“Like I fucking care what they think” she said with a sneer. “I do whatever I want. I don't need anyone's approval.”
“So you could, like, suck my cock right here, right now, on this
porch if you wanted to.”
She took the joint again. “If I wanted to,” she said with a smirk.
The idea had some appeal, actually. Imagine blowing him right here out in the open like that! Right at work on the front veranda!
“Or you could pull up this skirt and I could eat you out right here,” he said.
She laughed. “Yeah, right!”
“What? You think I wouldn't do it?”
She looked around, feeling her nipples stiffening, picturing herself up against the brown bricks, her skirt up around her waist, him eating her right there. That was fucking hot!
She slouched and let him slide his hand onto her breast, kneading it gently through her white blouse.
“I dare you,” he taunted.
Like children, she thought. But the idea was exciting. She wasn't about to say yes, though. Then again, she wasn't going to say no.
He let his hand slide slowly down her belly, his fingers slipping into the waistband of her skirt, sliding in and out, sliding along the waistband to pop the button there. Courtney felt her heart beginning to beat faster, and snorted, as if ignoring him, playing hard to get. His fingers slowly tugged the zipper down, though, and she felt her belly starting to thrum, felt the thrumming sinking lower.
She was leaning back against the wall and tugged down on the skirt, moving around in front of her, his eyes hot as he tugged it down over her hips. Courtney felt her sex pulsing with sudden excitement, and looked around into the dark parking lot, then up at the night sky as her skirt pooled around her ankles.
He lifted her left leg and she cooperated, blushing, heart thumping as he pulled the skirt out from under her. Her blouse hung over her groin and he slid the bottom up to reveal her small white panties, slipped his thumbs into the waistband, and peeled them down. Swallowing anxiously, nervously, she stepped out of them, her breathing becoming ragged now as he knelt before her and licked along her inner thigh.
She leaned back against the bricks, telling herself this was insane, that she was just going to get an even worse reputation, that everyone would think she was just a slut, but then she told herself she didn't care, that they could all go fuck off, that all that mattered was a little excitement in her dull, boring life.
