Author: Daddy Walker
Title: She Loves It
Keywords: m+~F anal ws m1st caution

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She Loves It

Beneath the surface of their tight, cocky group, the three
17-year-olds - John, Peter, and Paul - shared a common problem.
They were suffering a constantly growing, desperate need to
experience cunt around their teenage erections.

They hadn't really done something wrong to become such failed
fucks. They put attention to their appearances. They had started
working out, getting good at it. They even managed to get
themselves invited to the occasional party, but through what
seemed as increasing bad luck, they just kept blowing it with the
girls, instead of getting blown.

Some serious change had to come to this situation soon - they all
felt it - or they would actually go insane from hard-cocked
horniness.

---

They were gathered listlessly at John's on a sunny Saturday
morning. Successful horndogs would have been to a party
yesterday, hooking up, not sitting here up with the fucking lark,
trying to figure out what to do with the weekend.

John was by the computer. A moment ago, he had been surfing porn,
doing his best to depress them, as always, but now he seemed to
be looking at something else.

- "Hey, did you guys see this?", he asked.

He appeared to be looking at some new viral from one of his
distant contacts. They all gathered around the computer.

There was a picture of a perfectly normal looking, older woman,
who seemed like she could be somewhere in her twenties. Her skin
was a little dark, possibly Hispanic. The message was short and
to the point.

"I will be tied up, naked, and ready to be properly, brutally
fucked by anyone who passes by tonight from 9PM to noon tomorrow.
Everyone who reads this can use me in any way you need to. I want
to be your dirty whore!"

Suddenly, the guys were all looking at the screen differently.
She might not exactly be someone you'd turn your head after, but
at a second glance she didn't look bad at all... Her face was
normal. Her breast seemed rather big under a bland, anonymous
t-shirt. She didn't look fat. They were all subconsciously trying
to get a better look at her hips, judging her by new standards.

- "It's a joke, right?", Peter said in disbelief, after a few
moments of awkward silence.

The address was not in town, and the message was dated yesterday.
That meant hungover people from here might see the message today,
but not one would be in time to get there. Still, there would be
talking next week. If the guys would want to be part of that
conversation, someone would think to ask them for a reason they
didn't go...

---

- "I think this is the place...", Peter said with quiet
uncertainty.

It was over two hours later, just over one hour to go until noon,
and there was nervous tension in the car. There had been some
debating, mostly from Peter. Eventually, he had given up, and now
he was even driving the car.

He had slowed down outside a house. They were still in the
outskirts of town. You could see a small, empty factory building
at the opposite side of the road, and there were a few
neighboring houses.

- "Don't stop here!", John's voice almost broke with nervousness.
"Around the corner!"

No one questioned his logic. They didn't want to be seen.

---

Everything was quiet when they came walking back after parking.

- "So...", Peter started asking. "Do we just knock?"

What if someone answered the door? The nervous excitement was
unbearable. They all felt it, just as, when John knocked on the
door, they felt their fuck-desperate cocks starting to dribble
pre-cum from anticipation.

After a long, hesitant silence, John decided to continue by
pushing the handle down.

- "It's empty...", he observed, looking in.

From a completely empty hallway, you could see into an empty
kitchen and a sunlit room at the far end. This house looked
uninhabited. There was something creepy about the whole setting.
It seemed more like a dope nest than the place where a woman
would willingly give away cunt for free. Still, they ventured a
few steps inside, closing the door, and nothing happened.

Down the hallway, they suddenly saw her. Their jaws dropped to
the floor.

The room looked like an unfurnished living room, complete with
dust in the corners and rays of sunlight shining in through the
windows. The only thing inside was a massage bench, and the woman
was tied to it on her back.

She was naked. Her mouth was sealed with black tape. Her legs
were pulled up towards her tits, and her ass rested on the end of
the bench. All three teenage cocks were straining in sudden
hardness, and the guys stared in collective lust at her
wide-spread, completely exposed crotch.

The sight of a real, naked ass turned out to be a thousand times
more arousing than any sexy ass they had ever seen in porn, even
if - to be fair - this one looked slightly older and bigger than
they would have expected. The skin on the the asscheeks was
smooth and stretched by the way her legs were pulled up. You
could even glimpse her puckered little asshole in between the
separated lobes.

It was still the cunt that really caught their attention, though.
The cunt was shaved clean, and it was messy and glistening, with
old rivers of sperm leaked-out over the asscheeks.

Her tits were big, like little hills that spread over her entire
chest, flowing down slightly over the sides. Half of her face
seemed to covered by the tape, and it was difficult to get a good
look at her. She seemed to be sleeping. From what they could see,
she looked just as normal as she had on the picture.

You could see some undissolved sperm in puddles on a soaked mat
below her. Most of the wetness on the mat seemed to be piss,
maybe from the woman herself.

- "Jesus...", Paul whispered.

This was a strange scene to handle. Their hormonal teenage minds
were fighting between instincts to run in repulsion and urges to
simply stick their cocks in that messy hole, experiencing
ball-emptying bliss. Then, once again, John took the initiative,
breaking the silence.

- "Look at her cunt!", he gasped. "It's messy... There's been
people here fucking her already. It's for real!"

She jerked at the voice, and she seemed like she was coming
around, making an effort to look up at her new visitors. She
moaned painfully like she wanted to say something. Peter had been
fidgeting nervously for a few seconds, and now his patience
broke.

- "Come on guys...", he said in an unconvinced voice. "We should
get out of here, right? I mean... She doesn't look like she likes
this..."

- "No!", John protested immediately. "Well... Maybe she wants
it... I'm telling you. Sometimes, women are into strange shit
like this..."

He walked up to her. His hand reached out to her skin, and
completely entranced, he caressed her from her crotch up to her
tit. You could see what appeared to be dread in her eyes, but in
reality, it was difficult to tell what she was thinking. He
touched her nipple, and it stiffened between his fingers.

- "Look at this!", he turned to the others in persuasive awe.
"She's horny."

The hardening of nipples had been discussed previously. It wasn't
cold in here. Of course, you could never be sure, but all things
considered, for all they knew, there actually seemed to be a
reasonable chance she might be enjoying this.

John moved down to her crotch, starting to feel her cunt up in
growing excitement. Now you could hear quiet, squishy noises.
They were all breathing a little more heavily as their cocks were
growing to the point of bursting. John was pressing his fingers
into her inside walls, making her whimper.

- "Come on guys, feel this!", he raised his voice in ecstasy.

He pulled his messy fingers out and held them up, showing the
glistening wetness. He moved over to make room, looking at Paul.
Paul was easily persuaded, and he walked over with an impatient
look on his face, moving his hand to the waiting cunt.

The guys felt her up with insensitive hands, squeezing and
pinching.

- "Jesus...", Paul said when he felt her soaked insides.

Paul and John smiled at each other, painting pictures in their
minds of this wet fuck hole around their cocks. They turned to
Peter. He walked over to the others and put his fingers against
the waiting cunt. You couldn't tell if he was agreeing with what
they were doing now, or if he simply couldn't allow himself to
fall behind in their own, private little race for experience.

He touched the slippery hole. His cock was visibly rock hard -
through every pair of pants, you could see the shafts pulsing,
bulging, aching for a hole.

- "Let's take the tape off...", Peter suggested. "We can ask her
if it's real, ok?"

It was a compromise they could all agree on.

She started screaming in protest already before they touched her
face, and when they pulled the tape, they understood why. The
tape was impossible to remove. They just pulled the skin around
her mouth, and she groaned loudly in pain.

- "It's stuck...", Paul said with surprise. "They must have
superglued it or something..."

All their minds were completely focused on the cunt now. It was
glistening before their eyes, promising unimaginable pleasures.

- "I don't know guys...", Peter still felt a need to try with an
unconvincing voice. "Maybe we should go anyway... Before someone
gets here. What do you say?"

- "She doesn't protest...", John pointed out.

He looked down into her face. She looked scared now, for some
reason. He decided to ignore that, and he started squeezing hard
at her tit, mashing it in frantic horniness. He was getting
rougher and rougher, hurting her. She flinched as she looked back
up at him, begging for mercy with her eyes, still not making a
sound.

- "Maybe she's from another country...", Peter said with a
distracted voice. "Maybe she doesn't understand..."

It was obvious for all of them that they had just passed the
point where argument didn't matter. Their eyes wandered between
the squeezed breast and the crotch. Their bodies urged them on to
reach out and keep touching.

- "Come on guys...", Paul intervened with anxiousness in his
voice. "I mean... It was on the internet, right? When it was put
up like that, it's not our fault, no matter what..."

The woman had started making whimpering, complaining sounds. She
tried to move from their violent touches, with the only effect
that her cunt shifted back and forth as if trying to lure them
in. It was almost as if it had a life of its own, as if it could
smell the rock-hard cocks in the room, and it wanted to taste
them all.

- "Let's wash her...", Paul said, unable to take his eyes from
between her legs.

The washing of the cunt turned into a quiet bonding ritual. Using
a bottle and water from the nearest bathroom they shared the work
evenly, splashing the messy fuck hole, rubbing the fleshy pubic
folds, probing and exploring her insides, rinsing her out with
eager fingertips.

In the end, John even slid his finger down to her wrinkled
asshole. He started palpating her gently, and then he pressed
harder and harder, until she grunted from discomfort. The guys
all stared in fascination. He finally used more strength and
forced his finger inside. She let out a short yelp.

- "Fuck!! That's tight!", he shouted. "I don't think anyone could
get a cock in there!"

His finger sunk deeper into the asshole. He stretched the
sphincter in fascination as his fingertip played inside her
colon. Then he looked back at the others.

- "We've gotta start fucking her...", John said. "You go first,
Paul..."

This was a crucial moment. They could all feel it. They were
going to share a cunt.

At first, Paul seemed embarrassed to take his cock out of his fly
in front of the others. His erection was 7 or 8 inches long, and
the others couldn't help but stare.

Paul touched the helpless woman's crotch, pressing his index
finger into her, testing his ground.

Then, the first attempt at fucking her fizzled into a failure.
When he put the cock head to the hole, he couldn't get in, and
the shaft started to soften and bend. John came to the rescue. He
squeezed a fat tit again. As soon as Paul saw the smooth flesh
being mashed, his cock started to swell back up.

- "Yeahh, that's it Paul!", John said. "Look at this slut! I'm
telling you she likes it. Her cunt is juicing... She's just lying
there for you... She wants you to fuck her cunt!"

Paul unbuckled his jeans and started pulling them down, and for
some reason, things seemed to go better with his pants and
underwear down around his knees. He spent a few moments jerking
off, staring between tits and crotch, and soon his veiny shaft
was rock hard in his fist again. He put the cock head back at the
entrance of the fuck hole.

- "Push hard!", John ordered.

There was aggressivity in his voice. The woman had started
moaning in pain from his crushing tit squeezes. Still, it was
obvious from Paul's stares that it worked for him to watch the
roughness, and you could see his rigid cock pushing to get
inside, not quite finding the spot.

"Don't worry about her!", John said with confidence. "She's a
fuck hole... She loves it... Some women need violence!"

With a stern face, Paul put some more power behind a thrust. The
woman screamed in pain under the tape. All three guys stared as
his cock suddenly squeezed in place, and the tip disappeared into
the crotch.

- "That's it!", John almost screamed. "Fuck the cunt!"

Paul stared wide-eyed and gasped from the sensation overwhelming
him. He started thrusting. His cock was barely moving. It was
wedged inside her. Still, he moaned loudly in pleasure with every
push, and you could see the shaft pushing a little deeper each
time.

- "Mmmhhh...", he grunted and moaned. "Ohh, yeaaahhh....
Fuuuck..."

He had soon buried more than half of his erect cock in the
trapped cunt. There were actual noises of fucking from her
crotch. Now she appeared to be juicing around him, lubricating
him, allowing his cock to sink deeper into the pleasure of her
all-embracing fuck walls.

They saw him tensing up.

- "Fuck!", he screamed. "Fuuckk!! Uuuungghhh!"

The root of his cock shaft started twitching, and they realized
he was already coming inside the tight cunt.

Ten seconds later, when Paul pulled out an already softening
cock, John looked over at Peter.

- "Come on, man!", John said. "Take your cock out! Let her see
it!"

The implication was obviously that Peter was next. Peter looked
at the tied up woman. Paul's sperm was trickling out of her
fresh-fucked cunt.

- "I don't...", Peter hesitated. "Look... She's... full of his
sperm now..."

- "Listen...", John said, looking back. "We don't have a lot of
time for this... Either you put your cock in her cunt now, or
I'll fuck her and we'll leave."

Peter seemed to consider his options for a few frustrated
seconds. Then, he stepped up, hesitantly, to the woman's crotch.
He pulled his pants down. His cock was even bigger, thicker, and
even harder than Paul's.

He almost seemed to brace himself before he brought his large
cock head to the opening in her crotch. He took a deep breath.

After that, he didn't have any problems. He just pushed inside,
using Paul's sperm as lubrication. The woman let out a muffled
scream, and although it was still impossible to say for sure, it
started to sound like she might really be enjoying this.

Peter started thrusting, and his cock went deeper in each time.
Both he and the woman kept moaning. John and Paul were both
surprised by their friend's new-found voracity. Peter suddenly
seemed like a changed person, eyes glowing in fascination as he
stared at his own cock disappearing into her body.

Many things happened in one minute. He started fucking her cunt
harder, almost aggressively, staring at her naked body as his
cock slowly worked its way all the way inside. It was like she
had opened up completely to welcome him. He squeezed her hips
violently in his hands, and she moaned in what could well have
been approval now. His crotch smacked into her wetness. There was
a look of absolute release and unconstrained satisfaction on his
face.

Finally, he bowed down with an animal grunt over her body and
started licking her tits, covering them in saliva. He aimed his
lips toward a nipple, and he managed to suck the pink flesh into
his mouth, fucking her harder and harder, moaning and grunting.

- "That's it!", John encouraged him. "Suck that tit! Fuck her
good!"

Peter slobbered and panted, filling his drooling mouth completely
with soft breast. He moaned louder, and finally he stopped dead
at the bottom of a thrust. You could see his ass muscles
clenching, over and over.

It took him a few moments to empty his sperm into her. John
waited patiently, but then he rushed his friend away.

- "Come on!", John said. "We're in a hurry."

Peter backed away with a look of relief and euphoria on his face,
like a large weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He stared
with love at the woman in front of him.

John was already in his own world, stroking his semi-erect cock,
stepping up, pointing the shaft at her cunt.

- "I'm gonna fuck her...", he looked around at both his friends
and smiled for some attention. "But first... I'm gonna clean her
from all this mess!"

With that, he started pissing on the sperm-dribbling cunt. He
used his stream to wash every trace of cum from her flooding fuck
lips. Then, he even managed to work the tip of his semi-erect,
still pissing cock inside her cunt hole, filling her with warm
urine. The liquid gushed out of her when he stepped back.

It only took him a few seconds to energetically fist his
medium-sized cock to extreme hardness, and he leaned down over
her body and found his way into her cunt. With a violent thrust,
he buried himself inside her pissy crotch.

- "Uuuuhhh, that's it!", he moaned into her face. "You love it,
don't you? I'm gonna fuck you so good! You're my piss and cock
whore, and you love it!"

He fucked her brutally, looking into her face for some sort of
reaction while he stabbed his cock into the bottom of her cunt.
She flinched at every thrust, turning her eyes away from his.
Still, she let out whimpering moans that could at least sometimes
have been sounds of pleasure.

Eventually, John stopped his assault, still without having
orgasmed. He spent a few seconds gasping, looking down at the
woman until she looked back up at him. He smiled cruelly at her.

Then, he pulled his cock out, and very slowly and deliberately,
he put it against her asshole. She looked up into his eyes. He
was still smiling in triumphant satisfaction down at her. He
started pushing, and they kept their eyes locked at each other.
She didn't make a sound. She just kept staring at him. She was
either daring him or begging him to stop; it was impossible to
tell. She flinched again and looked to the side, and with a
whimper her asshole finally surrendered, allowing his cock in.

- "Yeaahhhh!", John shouted in triumph.

He looked up at his friends, who stared back in awe as his cock
slid in between the ass cheeks.

- "I'm fucking her in the ass, guys!", John laughed. "Her fucking
asshole! Look!"

He started thrusting back and forth, and his cock was soon buried
to the hilt in the stretched ass. He pulled the shaft out and
drove it back in again, repeating, faster and faster, soon
smacking into her asscheeks.

The woman moaned with more suffering sounds at each thrust.

- "Listen, she likes it!", John shouted, looking down at her in
fascination. "I'm telling you, she loves it!"

Then he bowed down to her tits. Instead of just sucking her tits,
like Peter, John started biting. He nibbled the nipples, laughing
as she whimpered nervously. Then he pulled his head up with a
stretching nipple between his teeth, lifting the entire tit until
he could look into her eyes again. This time there was no
question that she was silently begging him for mercy. He bit
down, and the already crying woman screamed in pain.

When he let go, the nipple snapped back into the tit. Their eyes
were locked again, but she simply let out a short, submissive
grunt every time his cock filled her capitulating asshole. His
shaft was petrified to the edge of exploding, lunging in and out
of her.

His hands returned to her tits, and he started pulling at them to
get more thrust as he fucked. He smacked into her still
piss-dripping asscheeks, slamming himself furiously into her ass,
over and over, toward an inevitable orgasm. It was time.

- "Yeah...", he gasped. "You fucking cunt!"

With those words, he buried his cock between her asscheeks and
came in a powerful, screaming orgasm.

It took him a few moments to catch his breath.

- "Fuuuuuuck, that was great!", he laughed, looking up at his
friends.

He pulled out of her ass, a trickle of sperm was pushed out after
his cock, and then the sphincter closed. He laughed at the
others.

- "The whore is really into it, don't you think?", he asked.

Paul and Peter just stood there, looking relaxed and blissful.

- "I want to piss some more.", John said. "Come on! Let's all
piss on the whore before we go!"

John walked up to the woman's face with his cock still out. It
was half-soft now, and he pointed it down to her, looked up at
the others, and waited.

They did as he wanted, of course. Soon, the woman could look back
up at all of them, waiting in silence with three cocks pointing
at her. She had a chance to see love in their eyes - the kind of
thankful love young men can feel toward their first real whore,
who they can just throw away after she has let them live out
their every desire.

- "Come on, guys!", John laughed. "Let's give this fucking slut
what she really wants!"

With that, he started pissing in her face. She clenched her eyes
together and instinctively turned her face to the side, which
happened to be where Paul's cock was. Paul smiled in surprised
triumph, and then he managed to start pissing as well. She
resigned to simply trying to endure it while Peter started to
piss on her tits, moving up to her face from below her mouth.

They finished, one by one, and left their fuck toy soaked and
dripping with urine.

As they were putting their cocks back in their jeans, they all
heard another car stopping outside the house. Peter reacted
faster than the others. He was leaving, and this time there was
no hesitation. He moved over to a window that faced the back of
the garden.

- "Let's go!", he ordered, opening the window.

By the time they were climbing out the window to safety, they
were all laughing again. They ran across the lawn - Peter first,
Paul last - jumped a fence, and ran all the way to the car.

- "I could fucking hear them coming in through the door!", Paul
shrieked with laughter while he climbed into the car.

Peter started the engine, and soon they were driving up past the
front of the house, all laughing in triumph. There were two cars
there now, and a big guy in a leather jacket was watching the
door with a baseball bat in his hands.

- "Look at them...", John said. "She's gonna get more than she
bargained for..."

- "She'll be alright.", Peter replied with confident happiness.
"She loves it!"

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