Garage Gangbang - A Rough Reluctant Gangbang Sex Story

by Mercy Faulk

  “Good. Go grab the creeper.”

  Roland scrabbled around the shop till he found a bright red contraption that mechanics use to wheel themselves under cars on their backs. He dropped it next to me and my heart leapt into my throat. What on earth were they going to use that for?

  Roland looked at Mitch for further instruction. “Kneel down on it,” he rumbled.

  Roland’s brow crinkled in confusion but started lowering himself on to the cart.

  “Not you, idiot,” Mitch hissed. “The girl.”

  Not daring to disobey, and curious as to how they would use the thing, I moved to my hands and knees to crawl over to it. I was still wobbly from being used so roughly but I managed to maintain my balance as I climbed aboard, my tits hanging and my ass in the air. I was even more vulnerable than I’d been earlier because it was all I could do to stay upright.

  Roland planted his foot on my ass and gave me a shove. I squealed in terror as I rolled across the garage toward the wall, but Mitch’s strong hands grabbed me before I smashed headfirst into the wall. More than anything I wanted them to grab other parts of me but as soon as I was stopped he removed them.

  “You stupid fuck,” he said to Roland. “Get over here.”

  Abashed, Roland scurried over and positioned himself behind me. It dawned on me then that Mitch was the leader of this pack, the alpha. I suddenly wanted him even more.

  “Jake?”

  “Nuh uh, Mitch. Gonna have to sit this one out. The girl’s sucked me dry for the moment.”

  “Okay, Finn, you’re up.”

  Finn’s dark stare pierced my soul as he slinked over to stand in front of me. All of us were looking up at Mitch questioningly.

  Without further instruction, he simply said, “Begin.”

  Finn unzipped and crammed his long, thin dick in my mouth before I knew what was happening. He was much longer than Jake and much fiercer. He grabbed me by the ears and, in long, slow, deliberate strokes forced his cock all the way down my throat. My gag reflex had eased by then but the smell of my own shit on his shaft was rising up to my nose, and the thought of it in my mouth was making me sick. But the deeper he went, the more my pussy tingled.

  Then Roland was slicking the head of his fat cock in my slit, using the combined juices of the others to lube himself up. And then he was entering me, filling my cunt like no other man had. I moaned involuntarily. I thought Finn might like a hummer so to moaned again when he was fully in my mouth. But apparently he didn’t care for it because he gave one fistful of hair a sharp, painful tug. I nearly moaned again deliberately because the pain made my clit swell.

  Mitch gave them a minute to warm up then said, “Take a step back.”

  They each stepped back, away from me. I was confused until Roland pulled me back to pierce me before shoving me forward, where Finn would penetrate me. Back and forth, each roll pulled one out while the other filled me. Pressure was building in my core as they pushed me around, then Mitch said, “Switch.”

  Finn spun me in a couple of circles before pushing me forward toward Roland’s shiny, dripping prick. I was dizzy from the spinning, which only made me more lightheaded and greedy. I slurped at Roland, licking up the salty-sweet juices, before he shoved me back to Finn, who rammed into my pussy with delightful force.

  The fucking and sucking and switching and spinning went on for some time, but I have no idea how long. It could have been two minutes or twenty. I just knew they needed to keep it up for a minute or two more so I could come again.

  But before sweet release could take me, Mitch told them to stop. I groaned in exasperation.

  I’d lost track of time and space during my buggering, so when Mitch approached I was surprised to find him completely nude. His shoulders were as broad as a house and his lats tapered into impossibly narrow hips. Ripped abs led to the biggest monster cock I’d ever seen. It was bobbing before my eyes like a mirage. I was so thirsty for it drool dribbled down my chin. My insides yearned for him to be in any — or all — of my holes. I heard the spattering of my juices as I clenched in response to his body, and in anticipation. He was going to fuck me now, I knew it.

  “Go lie across the lift,” he instructed me. I looked to where he was pointing. The car lift. It was in the shape of a giant H, so I lay my naked torso against the cold greasy steel of the center bar.

  I heard movement around me and Roland appeared in my sightline with rope in his hands and a terrifying grin on his face. “You’re gonna love this, you filthy whore.”

  He grabbed a wrist and bound it tightly with the rope, then looped it around an opening at the end of one bar, across to the other and down to my other wrist. He pulled tight so my arms were stretched out and completely immobile.

  At the same time, Finn’s small hands were doing the same thing to my legs, spreading me as wide as my legs would go. The rough rope rubbed my skin raw, and the men pulled so tightly I cried out. I couldn’t turn around to see him, but I heard Jake’s voice. “Are you complaining, bitch? You want them to stop so you can pay this bill with cash?”

  “No!” I shouted, and shook my head frantically, my hair falling in my face. I was in too deep now. There was no turning back. Then I was moving upward as they raised the lift a few feet off the floor.

  “Beg for it,” Mitch whispered in my ear. I jumped at his nearness. I could smell him and my guts churned with need, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I just shook my head weakly, letting it hang down from my body.

  He squatted down in front of me. From my angle, I had the perfect view of his cock, which twitched and bobbed, as if teasing me. His massive paw grasped my chin gently and tipped my face up so we were eye to eye. “You sure?”

  His grey eyes were drawing me in, but I just couldn’t give in to him. I looked away.

  With a sigh, he let my head drop and said, “Go to it, boys.”

  Behind me I heard the loud braaap! of a pneumatic impact wrench, the kind they use to remove lug nuts. My body tightened. What the hell…? I dropped my head to look under me only to see Finn bearing down on me with the bulky driver, aiming for my pussy. I struggled against my bonds but that only dug the rope deeper into my skin.

  I flinched when the cold steel of the device touched my lips. Braaap! It spun at my entrance, terrifying me for a moment until I realized it hadn’t hurt.

  Roland had moved in front of me and was slapping my head with his dick again. “Open wide, slut.”

  I lifted my head and he jammed it in my mouth at the same time Finn spun the high-speed socket at the entrance to my pussy. Holy hell, that felt good. My neck hurt from the awkward angle but bobbing on Roland was the only motion I could make, and I went at it with gusto. Each time I bobbed, Finn gave me a spin. He moved it deeper and the sensation spun me into orbit.

  Slobber was soaking Roland’s crotch and I could feel my juices pouring out of me when Finn pulled the driver out and replaced it with his dick. I was disappointed until I felt the slick socket press up against my pucker. I tried to push my ass backward into it but only succeeded in a tiny movement. He must have felt it though, because he gave the wrench a spin.

  A bright white light filled my vision and pain seared my asshole. “Nguh nuh,” I grunted past my mouthful. I tried to shake my head, to rid my mouth of its burden but he fisted my hair and bobbed my head for me.

  Finn kept pounding into me and pressing the tool harder into my asshole. Braaap! “Nguh!” grunted, but the pain was less and a warmth was spreading through me. I tried lifting my butt again and again Finn spun the driver. I felt myself floating above my body but still connected by a thin thread to my clit, which was being thoroughly spanked by Finn’s balls.

  I could feel the pressure building again as Roland fucked my mouth, and Finn plunged deeply inside me while spinning the tool into my ass. My entire body clenched as the orgasm built.

  “Switch,” Mitch called out over the sound of the driver.

  “Nooo,” I sobbed as Roland pulled out of my
mouth, spit strings spiderwebbing between us. My body was tensed, ready for release but I’d been denied again.

  Finn pulled out angrily. “No, I want her ass!”

  Drool and sweat had clotted up my hair so I could see through its veil pretty easily. Everything was upside down, but I could clearly see Mitch approach the smaller man, hands on his hips, cock thrust out. Finn thrust out his puny chest and held the driver in front of him like a gun. Mitch didn’t even need to move. “Drop it,” he said quietly.

  Finn stood where he was for a moment, then dropped the heavy tool to the floor. It clattered loudly, drawing an outraged, “Hey!” from Jake, who was still messing around under the hood of my car.

  Glaring at everyone, Finn skulked over to the bench seat to pout, while Mitch started stroking my legs, my ass, my back. It was soothing, compared to the rough handling I’d received so far. When he reached my apex, I moaned and tried to push into his hand.

  “Uh uh uh,” he scolded. “You know what you have to do.”

  My stringy hair shook from side to side.

  “Have it your way. Jake? You ready for some more of this sweet ass?”

  “Oh yeah!”

  Jake took his place in front of me, while Roland moved behind. They both impaled me simultaneously when Mitch’s hand came down hard on my ass. They pumped furiously, but I could tell Roland was closer. He pulled out and spread my butt cheeks wide, then pushed his thick cock against my raw asshole. All my attention was focused on how wide I was stretching to accommodate his impossible girth. Once he was in, he pounded into me hard and fast. Conflicting signals of pain and pleasure combined into the most intense pressure I’d ever felt. I was rising on the crest again, and nothing would stop me this time.

  Except Roland, who chose that moment to squirt his load deep into me. Without his friction, I couldn’t quite reach the peak. I needed more. I whimpered my dissatisfaction against Jake.

  As Roland pulled out, Mitch instructed Jake to take his place. He was more than eager to take me from behind. Taking pity on me, Jake’s fingers found my clit as he slid into my already loose hole. Ahhh, yes! My hair swayed as he pounded into my slick ass, and I moaned with pleasure at what his fingers were doing.

  A sharp slap on my ass cheek pulled my attention away from my impending orgasm, distracting me, making me lose it. “Gaah!” I cried out angrily, flexing every muscle in frustration. My asshole must have clenched around Jake’s shaft because he groaned and spasmed while buried to the hilt.

  I wanted to cry from exasperation. I was sooo close, but these boys just couldn’t quite finish the job. What was up with that?

  Then Mitch came around in front of me again, crouching down and wiping the sweaty hair from my face. “Ready yet?” He still wanted me to beg. Then it dawned on me that he’d made sure I didn’t come. I was so angry I lunged at him, gnashing my teeth.

  Chuckling, he stood up and called Finn over. “Are you going to do as I say now, Finn?” His tone was condescending.

  Finn mumbled something.

  “Speak up, boy.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now go back there and do whatever you want. But whatever you do, don’t let her come.” My pulse quickened with fear. Of all these men, I feared this skinny little dude the most. He seemed to need to prove something.

  At first he gently rubbed my slit, from top to bottom, smearing around all the mingled juices. Then I felt a finger enter my pussy, then two, then three. He waggled them around inside, causing a river of fluid to gush out of me and splatter to the floor like a tidal wave. I hadn’t come but whatever he was doing in there felt amazing.

  Soon I felt an intense pressure and realized he’d tented his fingers into a point and was trying to shove his whole hand inside me. No way it could work but he pumped his fist until I was filled with him. I was gasping for air, grunting and crying from the pain and pleasure of it. I’d never felt so full before.

  When he pulled out his hand, I felt a chilling emptiness. I was weeping as he plunged his dick into my ass, thrusting deep inside, but never filling that void. Weak and spent, but still keyed up with unbearable tension, all I could do was lie there limply as the ropes dug into me and he squirted he seed inside me to mix with that of the others.

  He pulled out and was moving away when Mitch said, “Stay.” Finn stopped and awaited further instruction.

  Mitch came back around to my face, which was wet with tears and red with frustration. “I could make it all better with one word from you, Ginny. Say it.”

  Sobs hitched in my chest as I gazed longingly at his turgid cock. I wanted it in my mouth, in my ass, in my cunt. I needed it. If I didn’t submit by begging for it, this insanity would go on all night and I’d never get to come. I nodded slowly.

  “Say it.”

  “Please,” I whispered through puffy, raw lips.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me, Mitch. Please!”

  Instantly he was in my mouth. I greedily sucked and lapped and licked, taking him all the way down my throat. I swallowed and hummed and flicked my tongue against the tip. I struggle with my bonds because I wanted to hold it, stroke it, but I was immobile. This was what I’d been waiting for, this was what I really wanted.

  “Finn, clean her up back there,” Mitch grunted as I sucked at his massive shaft.

  As Finn moved to a pile of dirty rags, Mitch stopped him. “No. With your mouth.” The world stopped as Finn gaped at his superior. “And next time, don’t back talk me.”

  A moment later, I felt Finn’s long tongue laving my dripping snatch, licking up the deposits left by the others as well as my copious juices. Every time his tongue flicked across my clit, I shuddered and crept closer to release.

  Mitch pulled free and moved around behind me, motioning Finn over to the seat, where the others were watching in awe. He slicked his fingers along my folds before easing his monster into my pussy. I cried out in joy at finally having him inside me, as well as pain from being ridden so hard already. He made short strokes in and out of me, slowly moving deeper and deeper. I’d thought Finn’s tiny hand had felt good, but this…I’d never experienced a bigger cock in my life.

  The pressure that had been denied for so long was building quickly now. My pussy lips tingled as his veiny unit slipped past them, tugging on my clit because of its sheer mass. His hands stroked my ass, a finger slipping in between my cheeks. I groaned and grunted and pushed backward as hard as I could.

  Then he was gone and I screamed out because I hadn’t come yet. But I shouldn’t have worried because he was only repositioning himself at my asshole. It was slow going at first, even with all the others having stretched me out, but it didn’t take long for me to open like flower to him.

  “Aaaah,” I cried as spots of light filled my vision. He pumped harder and his fingers found my clit. I bucked and clenched, which made him rub my nub harder and faster. I was rising on a tide and I sensed he was also nearing the precipice from how fast he was pounding. A second later I was tumbling, falling head over heels, diving over the edge of release. The liquid warmth that Rick shot into me sent me reeling again and I clenched even harder, eventually shuddering into stillness.

  “Damn, you’re hot, little girl,” Mitch wheezed when he’d finally caught his breath. “Okay, boys, let her down easy. I think we’ll call this one good.”

  ~ * ~ * ~

  It’s a week later and I’m sitting in the break room, munching on a carrot stick and remembering my trip to the mechanic. I try not to do this at work because I always get hot and bothered, but images keep flashing back into my head unbidden. My pussy aches for Roland’s thick cock. Drool pools in my mouth when I remember sucking off Jake. My pulse quickens at the fear I felt around Finn. I squirm when I remember the way Mitch felt inside my… well, all my holes.

  Dammit! This was why I try not to think about them when I’m working. It’s just too distracting, and I don’t want my work to suffer. I love this job, and the people I w
ork with, so the last thing I want to do is disappoint them. Plus I worked very, very hard to be here.

  I haven’t seen the boys since they fixed Banger and got her a passing grade. They even chipped in and paid for my registration online. “You were a good sport, Ginny, it’s the least we can do,” they said as they sent me on my way. I’d love an excuse to go back, but I’m afraid to just show up without a reason — they might think I’m a slut or something.

  As I’m munching away, trying to think of puppy dogs and baseball — anything but my horny mechanics — my boss storms in, clearly agitated. He grabs the coffee pot and slams it back into its cradle when he sees it’s empty. “Shit!” he hisses.

  “Anything I can help you with, Mr. Jaimeson?” I ask, startling him.

  “Oh! Ginny, I didn’t see you there. Pardon my French, I’m just a little upset right now. I was late to an appointment because my car overheated.”

  “Anything I can do?”

  He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “Yes, actually. I need you to take my car to a good mechanic. Do you know any?”

  A slow smile spreads across my face. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

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