But the girl clique just wouldn’t let up.
“You need to stop,” hissed Annette, a freckly redhead. “You don’t know the damage you’re causing.”
“To your body and to the environment,” chimed Olivia, her twin. “It’s permanent damage, the kind that can’t be reversed.”
And Stacy went for the jugular then.
“Besides, look at you,” she scoffed, eyes going up and down my frame rudely. “Anyone can see you’re out of shape, that dress is practically busting its seams. Ladies, don’t touch what Katie’s eating, and you’re guaranteed a good life!” she added snidely.
The other girls dissolved into giggles like this was junior high again. And to my shame, tears started rising in my eyes, my vision blurring, chest going tight.
But I wasn’t gonna let them see me cry. This wasn’t going to be gym class again, where I was the fat girl picked last for sports. So instead, I stood up hastily, tossing my napkin on the table.
“Sorry. Please excuse me,” I said with as much dignity as possible, and turned, walking off to the back with what I hoped was a confident stride. Making my way blindly, I stalked to the hallway behind the restrooms, which was thankfully deserted.
But then, my defenses crumbled and a low wail rang out from my chest. It was a choked sound, filled with pain, hurt and anger. Why, oh why was this happening? Flashbacks to high school spun in my mind, all the girls with straight blonde hair as tormentors. Why couldn’t they leave me alone? Was this some kind of bad voodoo that would follow me the rest of my life?
The tears wouldn’t stop falling as humiliation and shame washed over me, shoulders hunched as I cried into my hands. Because there were some bad memories, for sure. Teresa from high school and her minions standing in a circle, pointing and laughing after my shorts split during some exercise routine.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, if they hadn’t called attention to it right in front of Michael Mitchum, my crush since the second grade. And instead of rushing over to help me, Michael had merely stood there, helpless, before turning to go. Oh god! How could this be happening now? The parallels were umistakable except that this time, I was being humiliated in front of three gorgeous men, and not one.
But suddenly, a low, deep voice interrupted my thoughts, startling me from my cry fest.
“Oh!” came my unbidden gasp. Because as I wiped my eyes frantically, three huge male frames came into focus, dark and forbidding. “It’s you,” I whispered. Not exactly my finest hour, to be sure, but I tried to make the most of it, wiping furiously at tearstained cheeks. Hopefully, my ugly crying hadn’t produced snot dripping from my nose. My hands quickly swiped at my eyes and nose again.
“What are you guys doing out here?” came my soft cry.
Adding to the humiliation and shame was now embarrassment at having them find me out here bawling like a baby.
Silence for a moment as three pairs of clear blue eyes took me in.
“Those other chicks were pretty nasty to you.” Tyler grunted. But I didn’t want anyone’s pity. So instead, my head shook, trying to downplay what happened.
“It’s okay. I’m okay, I’m fine, it’s nothing. They’re going to notice if you guys are missing,” my words rushed out. “You should go back. I’ll be okay.”
“Naw, sweet thing,” growled Mason. “It’s no big deal.”
“In fact, the band’s already started up and people are dancing,” remarked Mason with a wry smile. “I doubt those harpies have noticed we’re gone. They’re whispering in a group somewhere, scheming on how to catch the bouquet,” he snorted. “They’ll probably fall all over each other trying to grab that thing.”
And the mental image made me laugh involuntarily. Stacy and her minions punching each other, fighting over the bouquet? Pulling one another’s hair, screaming and fighting? I hoped so. In my heart of hearts, I hoped they embarrassed each other like that.
So wiping my eyes once more, I let out a watery smile.
“Thanks,” came my soft voice. “Thanks for checking on me. But seriously, I’ll be okay. Even if they’re scheming now, they’ll notice your absence soon enough. So you better go,” were my final words.
And standing, I got up. Oh god, this dress was even worse than before. My tits were practically busting out the top now, the hem looking worse for wear. There’d been a few loose threads previously, but now there was a giant smudge from where I’d sat on the floor, plus a tear that ran straight up the front. I was Cinderella for sure, wearing rags while all the other girls were dressed in ballgowns.
But then something unexpected happened. As I brushed at my butt, discreetly trying to straighten my outfit, Kane leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. It was so unexpected that my mouth opened, letting him get in deeper.
“Mmmph?” came my surprised gasp. It was immediately followed by a low, throaty, “Mmmm.”
Because I’ve never been kissed before. Well, at least not kissed like this. There was Humphrey in tenth grade, who convinced me to give it a try, but that was bogus. The dude had bad breath, and I’d stopped after two seconds, unable to take the smell of garbage and rotting teeth.
So this was definitely new and exciting, my heart beating furiously.
“Mmmm,” came my involuntary moan again. “Mmmm.”
And with that, the men surrounded me on all sides, their hands stroking, Mason’s lips dropping to kiss a shoulder as Tyler leaned forward and lightly trailed his tongue against my décolletage.
“Mmmm!” came my surprised yelp, muffled still by Kane’s all-consuming liplock. “Mmmm!”
But the alphas weren’t stopping there. Slowly, their hands moved over my body, stroking and caressing, undoing a strap here, unzipping my top there. And before I knew it, my curvy form was revealed in its full splendor, nude and creamy before the men’s eyes.
“Oh!” came my startled gasp, eyes flying wide as my hands darted to cover my big double Ds reflexively. “Oh!”
But the billionaires were relentless. Tyler took my left hand, while Mason took my right. And slowly, they pulled my small palms away so that the lusciousness was revealed in all its glory, two sacks of cream tipped with deep pink nipples, already hard as bullets.
“Oh!” came my mewl again, both men holding my arms paralyzed. And there was nothing to do but to let them look. The billionaires devoured me, eyes running hotly over every inch of my skin, missing nothing. They saw the way my breasts heaved with excitement, pulse beating rapidly in my throat.
And then Tyler reached between my legs and slowly ran his finger through my pussy lips. Oh god, oh god! A man was touching me there, the first man who’s ever sampled that uncharted territory. A low moan escaped my lips even as my hips twisted, begging him for more.
But Tyler had other things in mind. Because holding his finger up to the light, the big digit glistened, heavy with female juice as my cunt fragrance wafted through the air.
“Oh yeah, she’s ready,” he rumbled, eyes hot. “Our sweet little filly is more than ready. She’s fucking soaked.”
And with that, I mewled once more, boobs bouncing as my body twisted this way and that. Because I wanted them. It was wrong, we were in a deserted hallway, with loads of partygoers inside celebrating at this very moment.
And yet, I didn’t care. The time was now, with no uncertainty. I wanted to lose my virginity to three strange men, the most gorgeous alphas I’d ever laid eyes on. Their hard, masculine bodies made the fire burn within, my pussy already loose and wet, ready to spread for my first dick. And the intensity in those blue eyes burned even brighter because Mason, Tyler and Kane could read my mind … and they wanted it just as bad.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kane
Fuck, she was amazing. More than amazing, downright unstoppable. Because once we got that little filly on a roll, shit, but she rolled. Katie turned into a wanton slut before our eyes, legs spreading as the female moaned, that curvy body jiggling enticingly.
Because oh yeah,
Katie’s a slut. The little girl shook her arms free, and then lay back on the dirty hallway floor, maneuvering her curvy form until it was spread out like a feast before us. Good thing there was carpet because at this rate, there was some hard pounding in store, dick in cunt style.
And the little girl was unstoppable. Coyly, she looked us full in the eye before beginning the spread. One inch. Two inches, then three, and slowly, her legs parted until everything was revealed. Oh yeah, those thick white thighs split, revealing her sweetest spot. Then she did something so fucked up that I practically jizzed in my pants, releasing the geyser.
The sweet thing reached one hand down to stroke her nether lips, playing with her labia. But she didn’t stop there. Slowly, with our eyes glued to her cunt, she pulled those flaps apart, revealing everything. Oh yeah, the pulsing insides, the hot pink channel glistening with female lust, it was all on display. And as we stared with hunger, the girl let out a throaty laugh, three men wound around her pinkie.
“Like what you see boys?” she cooed, shifting back even further so that we could see straight up her channel, practically to that cervix. “Because it’s all yours.”
And fuck, but it was ON then. I needed that creamy cunt like a dog needs a juicy bone. I needed to be inside, to taste, lick and feel. So dropping to my knees between her thighs, my eyes blazed intensely.
“Get ready for some fucked-up shit, honey,” came my growl. “Get ready to get fucked-up.”
And instead of being afraid, the girl cooed more, throwing her head back, tossing those brown curls.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, yes.”
Meanwhile Mason and Tyler were on the same wavelength. Each man dropped to either side, whipping out their dicks as they bent their heads and sampled her tits. Oh yeah, two dark heads bent over that lusciousness, biting and licking her nipples as the girl moaned wantonly, pussy juicing even more.
And that was my signal. Dipping my head, I went in for a taste. Just a tiny taste at first, a sweet lick at her slit.
But Katie sat up as if electrified, jolting both Mason and Tyler.
“Unnnh!” she screamed. “Unnnh!”
God, the female was responsive. Good thing the beat was thumping in the reception hall, otherwise someone would have heard for sure. But as it was, we were in a deserted hallway, the lights flickering uncertainly over our heads, our best girl laid out like a feast.
So I chuckled.
“Aw honey, you ain’t seen anything yet,” I rumbled. “Cause there’s a lot more where that came from.”
And slowly, I ran a finger up and down her slit, toying with those puffy vaginal lips. Holy shit, but her cunt creamed even more then, a drop of dew coagulating at her hole before sliding down that luscious ass.
“Shit,” came my grunt, eyes transfixed. “Goddamn.”
But that wasn’t enough. Parting those thick thighs, I spread open her labia, treating myself to another penetrating look. It’s like I’m a gynecologist, obsessed with the inside of a woman’s twat, but hey, different strokes for different folks. And Katie’s snatch was perfect. A deep pink, ruby red almost on the inside, her folds gleamed and juiced, pulsing before my gaze.
“Aw fuck,” came my grunt. “Damn.”
And my tongue was on her clit in an instant. Because it beckoned, stiff as a flagpole, protruding from those fat labia. With my index finger, I teased it out of its hood, and then leaned down for a deep lick with the flat of my tongue, sampling the hard nub.
That did it.
“Unnnh!” the female moaned, writhing on the carpet. “Unnnh.”
“Fuck bro,” grunted Tyler from up above. “We gotta move faster, this filly is gonna burst any second.”
And for sure, that was true. Because Katie’s insides were already beginning to quiver, small pre-spasms lancing through her cunt. So I went full-force then. Lowering my face, I slid my tongue up her vaginal canal, sampling that female goodness.
But then it happened.
Oh shit.
Fuck my life.
Because my tongue bumped against something inside, rubbery yet delicate, deep within our creaming female.
Immediately I pulled back, chest heaving, staring hard at the brunette.
“What?” she mewled, writhing on the carpet, Tyler and Mason still feasting at her breasts. “What is it?”
“Goddamn,” was my grunted reply, eyes blazing. “You shoulda said.”
And Katie knew immediately.
“Please,” she gasped, breasts heaving. “Please, don’t tell.”
But it was too late because my buddies raised their heads, puzzled by the break in activity.
“What’s going on?” rasped Tyler. “This guy got no game?”
“Fuck is happening?” growled Mason. “Your pussy had enough?”
But tears were pooling in the brunette’s eyes as she stared at me, the connection electric. That creamy form was still spread in front of us, ready to be devoured.
“Please,” she murmured again, eyes tearing a bit. “Please don’t tell,” she repeated.
But hell, I don’t keep secrets from my best bros. So it all came out, the glorious truth.
“She’s a virgin,” was my low rasp. “Untouched.”
Silence for a moment.
“Is it there?” came Tyler’s voice, sliding over the girl’s body. “Did you taste it?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“Aw shit,” rumbled Mason. “Aw shit shit shit.”
And Katie went ballistic then. The female tried to struggle upwards, to push us off her body. But what could one tiny woman do against three hulking alphas? Absolutely nothing. So that creamy form stayed down, all assets still available.
But the words began then, running like a babbling creek.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped pitifully. “I know this isn’t what you expected, but I can explain. I know – I know what it looks like,” she stammered.
All three of us stared at her. Didn’t she realize that we adored that purity and innocence, that her hymen was a gift from the heavens?
But Katie continued, still babbling.
“Most girls lose it early, I know,” she rushed. “It’s just that I never, you know …,” she stammered. “There was never anyone, and I’m big, so there weren’t many opportunities. Then before I knew it, I was twenty-two.”
Mason, Tyler and I stared at each other, incredulous. Holy fucking shit. Katie really didn’t know. She thought we looked down on her, that the female was second rate because she was untouched. Aw, fuck no. We had to set her straight.
“Naw honey,” came my low rumble. “You’re perfect as it is. Even better than before.”
Her mouth snapped shut then, those big brown eyes staring.
“Wha- what?” she stumbled. “I’m sorry?”
Tyler jumped in then.
“That’s right sweet thing. We love girls who are untouched. It’s like finding a diamond in a landfill, a prize when all you were expecting was some garbage. There’s a sweetness there, an innocence that can’t be bought.”
Katie almost stopped breathing, still lying nude and creamy on the carpet.
“So you’re okay with it?” she asked slowly. “This is okay for you?”
Mason smiled slyly then, those blue eyes gleaming.
“More than okay honey. Fucking fantastic because we’re all gonna taste you now. Move over, bro,” he grunted at me. And I knew what he wanted, shifting my big form over.
Because a hymen is something real special. You don’t see this anymore unless you’re doing underage girls, but that wasn’t the case here. And discovering this treasure, we all wanted a part. We all wanted to run our tongues along that delicate tissue, to sample something that wouldn’t be there much longer.
Mason was as good as his word. Bending between Katie’s thighs, he licked her hole as an appetizer before forming that tongue into a point. And then he too, slid up her vaginal chamber, tasting her hymen for the first time.
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��Fuck,” he grunted, face buried in her snatch. “Fuck fuck.”
“Ohhh,” moaned the girl, lying back once again, twisting and turning mindlessly on the carpet. “Oh oh oh!”
“My turn,” rasped Tyler then. “Damn, I gotta get some of that candy.”
And in a flash, he was crouched between Katie’s thighs, sliding his tongue up her pussy as well. Sure enough, the billionaire’s eyes bulged, going wide as his lips hit that barrier. Because our little girl is for real, no fakes, nothing but honey. His mouth ran against that sweet tissue, sampling, stroking, licking, rocketing her to the heavens and beyond.
Because it was too much. Katie is an untested girl, a sweet, innocent female. And the reality of three men worshipping her body, taking turns burying their mouths in her snatch shot her over the edge until she careened into space, hurtling through the air while screaming like a banshee.
“Unnnnh!” came a wail, torso twisting as her boobs trembled, cunt pulsing madly. “Oh god, unnnnh!”
And that spurred Tyler on. His tongue became a thing of fury, licking madly against her hymen, caressing that vaginal canal.
“Let go,” he commanded roughly between her legs. “Let go and shower us with that juice.”
Because it happened. Katie twisted once more in our arms, mindless to anything but the ecstasy pulsing through her cunt. And suddenly, a clear stream of fluid jetted from her vag, hitting Tyler on the chin before he backed off, the waterworks on full display.
Because Katie is a squirter. Oh yeah, the sweet brunette, despite being innocent, was juiced to the max with the ability to spray. And like a firehose, the clear liquid erupted from her cunt, flying five feet in the air before dropping all over her tits and stomach, splattering on the pure white flesh.
“Unnnh!” she screamed again, spasms wracking that sweet puss, liquid flying like an automatic sprinkler.
And Tyler, Mason and I are dirty motherfuckers, the worst of the worst. Because we couldn’t let the fireworks show go untasted. Like hungry dogs, we leaned forward and licked pussy juice off her body, sucking her tits, sampling the goodness that sprang from her cunt.
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