0 comments/ 89931 views/ 40 favorites Could This Day Get Any Worse? By: LoreLai Today was easily the worst day of my relatively young life. I know people say that, but in my case, it was definitely true. Everything that could possibly go wrong today, HAD gone wrong. My dog had died early in the morning. I'd gotten into an accident and totaled my car on the way to work. And, to add insult to injury, now, just after 5 p.m. on Friday, I'd just been told I was fired. What else could possibly go wrong? Seriously...it couldn't get any worse, could it? I had no choice at this point but to commit suicide or drink myself into oblivion. Since a martini sounded delicious and suicide just seemed like yet another hassle to me at the moment, I decided to take a taxi straight to the bar after cleaning out my desk. I got out of the taxi, tipping the driver a whole dollar (hey, gimme a break, after all, I AM unemployed now), then made my way into the bar just around the corner from my apartment. I'd stopped in a few times before, but I wasn't exactly a regular. Nonetheless, I made my way over to the bar, set my small box of personal items on it, and sat down on one of the stools. A gruff looking older man, the bartender, walked over to me and placed a napkin on the bar in front of me. "Got fired, eh?" I stared at him blankly. "Yeah, how'd ya know?" "Well, it's almost 5:30p.m. on a Friday and you're carrying a box of what appears to be personal belongings off a work desk. Happens alla time, kid." "Oh," I said, feeling foolish. "Tell ya what. I'll put that box back here behind the bar to get it outta your way," he said, taking the box and sticking it under the bar. Standing back up, he continued, "And, your first drink is on the house." "Wow, thanks." "Sure, darlin'. Consider it an I-Just-Got-Fired Special." "Do you have an I-Just-Got-Fired, I-Totaled-My-Car, and My-Dog-Died Special?" I asked with a laugh, suddenly realizing how pathetic I sounded. "We sure do...first THREE drinks on the house, in that case." "Thanks," I said. I wanted my first free drink and I wanted it fast. If I took time to think about my situation, I'd burst into tears. "So, what'll it be?" "Cosmopolitan please." "Easy enough," he said, reaching for a martini glass. Seconds later, he slipped the red liquid in front of me and said, "Don't get too drunk, though, kid. I'm sure everything will look brighter in the morning." I just nodded and downed the entire drink. He laughed. "I'm Jerry, by the way." "Thanks Jerry...I'm LoreLai," I said, pushing the empty glass in his direction. "Well, pretty lady...another Cosmo?" "Sure, why not?" I agreed. Jerry chuckled all the way down to his rounded belly and began pouring cranberry juice into the martini shaker again. I began pondering the fact that he called me "pretty lady." Not that I considered myself ugly, mind you. I'm a tall girl, about 5'10...not thin and not fat, just rather curvy. My long auburn curls were usually in a heap surrounding my face. I have big brown eyes and the type of skin that always tanned, never burned. And admittedly, I almost always showed cleavage...I had a great natural set of tits and didn't see a problem with showing them off. I guess that I've just never considered myself all that, so I'm always taken aback when anyone calls me "pretty". My three free drinks went down rather quickly...within the first 10 minutes, actually, but then I began to restrain myself a bit...my wallet appreciated it. However, four hours and 8 martinis later, I was approaching drunk. I was feeling kinda sleepy, actually. I considered laying my head down on the bar, just for a minute, when Jerry said, "Hey kid, want me to call you a cab?" I jerked my head upright. "Huh? Oh, uh, nah, I wive whight 'round da corna." I heard my own voice and realized how very drunk I sounded. I laughed to myself. Jerry just shook his head. "Well, maybe you should think about heading home and--" Jerry's sentence was cut short as a group of young guys, probably 5 or 6, came into the bar and one of them screamed his name. "Jerryyyyyyyy!" one guy yelled, making his way over to the edge of the bar. Jerry and I both turned to watch him. He was a young, good-looking man probably in his mid to late 20's. His black hair and blue eyes were very striking...not to mention his winning smile. Jerry leans forward and whispers to me, "Bar owner's son...total prick." I stifled a laugh. When the "prick" arrived, though, Jerry extended his hand to him and was more than polite. "Hey Derek, long time no see. How's things?" Derek shook his hand as he looked to his right and noticed me staring at him. I quickly looked away and took a sip of my Cosmo. "Couldn't be better," he said, finally answering the bartender. "Good, good, glad to hear it." Another round of "Hey Jerry's" came from behind the young kid...Derek I think was his name. They'd walked in with him, so I assumed they were his entourage. "Hi Aaron! And Steve! Brent! Hey Justin! How's it hangin', Ryan?" Jerry replied to each one of them individually as he gave them each a quick wave. He obviously knew them all pretty well. "We just stopped in to play a couple games of pool and have a few beers. I wasn't sure if you still worked here or not." "Oh yeah, man, I'll be here serving drinks until the day I die," Jerry said, chuckling again. Derek looked over at me again. "Friend of yours?" he asked the bartender. "Ms. LoreLai here had a rough day. She just needed some free booze and an ear, I think." I blushed. "LoreLai...nice to meet you. I'm Derek, Derek Millstone," he said, extending his hand in my direction. I shook his hand and said, in a bit of a slurred manner, "Nifce to meet too." "Wanna play some pool in the back room with us?" "Umm, Derek, no, I think she's too drunk to--" This time I cut Jerry off. "Sure!" I said, bouncing up off my stool. I lost my balance immediately (I did still have legs, didn't I? Just wondered to myself because I sure couldn't feel them), but Derek quickly caught my arm. Ok, maybe I was slightly drunk. "Jerry, do me a favor. Send 6 beers and one of whatever LoreLai is drinking into the pool room, would ya?" "Derek, I don't think it's a good idea to--" "Thanks, Jerry," he said, cutting him off once more as he escorted me to the back room to play pool with him. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be able to see the balls, much less hit one, but Derek was cute and I needed to have a little fun. With Derek's assistance, I walked through the crowded bar, past the dance floor, and down a long corridor until we finally made it to the pool room. I was surprised that it was only Derek, myself, and his 5 friends...you'd think that everyone would want to be playing pool. Although, it was way in the back, so most people probably didn't even know they had a table. When we entered the room, a tall blonde boy stepped forward, looking me over. "Well, well, well...what do we have here, Derek?" "LoreLai, this classless beast is called Steve." "LoreLai," blondey repeated, "lovely name." "Thanks!" I said giggling, then ending with a snort. Another boy, short, brown hair, very indistinct, said, "I'm Brent. Nice to meet you." "You, too." "That redhead there shooting the ball is Justin," Derek said, pointing. "Hey," Justin said, barely taking his eyes off his shot. "Hey," I replied. "Did you bring us a hot piece of ass or what, fucker?" a tall guy with bright green eyes asked, as he slapped Derek on the back hard. "This pain in the ass is Aaron." "What's your name, girl?" "LoreLai," I answered, sheepishly. "You're a sexy lil' thing," he said before strolling over towards the pool table. "When are you fuckers gonna let me shoot, for Christ's sake?!" "You'll hafta excuse Aaron. His lips are not connected to his brain." I giggled. "And that brooding guy with the blue hair over there, that's Ryan," Derek said, pointing to a guy in a stool near the pool table. Ryan, though, didn't even look up and acknowledge me, so I just said to Derek, "Got it." Just then, a waitress stepped into the room carrying a tray full of drinks. Derek grabbed the tray from her and said, "Oh, thanks Becky. I'll letchya know when we need refills." "Ok. Hey Derek, Jerry wants to talk to you..." she stopped and gave me the once over, "...up at the bar." "Tell Jerry I'm busy," Derek insisted. "He just doesn't think it's a good idea for that girl to--" "BYE Becky." Becky rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Fuck it," she said, turning around and walking back out of the room. Derek handed me my 9th Cosmo. I was feeling a little more sober after our little walk through the bar, so I took the drink. One more before I go wouldn't kill me, right? "Drink up, baby," he said, flashing me that sexy smile of his. Then he turned to the rest of the guys and yelled, "Beer's here!" The guys piled over and each grabbed a bottle of beer, then returned to the pool table. Derek and I walked towards it as well. Well, he walked as I wobbled. "Wanna play?" he asked me. "I'm nod good." I think my speech was improving...or maybe not. "Neither are these guys," he said with a laugh, handing me a pool stick. He leaned down and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." A little over an hour, 2 more Cosmos, and goodness knows how many beers later, we were all laughing, having fun, and shooting a really terrible game of pool. Aaron had just missed the ball completely, and everyone roared in laughter. "See if you fuckers can do better!" he yelled, throwing his stick and taking a swig of his beer. "Shhh," said Derek, "it's LoreLai's turn." I scooted up to the pool table and looked down. All the balls were blurry. My head was spinning a little. Nonetheless, I leaned over the pool table and prepared to shoot...at what, though, I wasn't sure. Derek came up behind me. "Wait," he said. "What?" He brought his arms up and over mine, then leaned me down onto the table. "Try it like this," he said, showing me how to properly address a pool shot. I wasn't even watching the ball, though...instead, I was looking over my left shoulder at him. He truly had a gorgeous face and the most lovely shade of blue eyes I'd ever seen. Maybe my day was looking up after all. "See?" he said. "Uh-huh," I answered, still looking at him and not at the ball. He looked at me and smiled, then leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. As he and I stood back up, the other guys broke into a huge round of hooting and hollering. "My turn, goddamnit!" exclaimed Aaron. He was now standing in front of me with his head bent down, eyes closed, with his lips puckering out...apparently waiting on a kiss from me. What the hell?, I decided. I was wasted, so I didn't much care about anything at that point. I leaned up and gave Aaron a light kiss on the lips. "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he said as he started jumping around like a school boy. "My turn! My turn!" yelled Steve, stepping up to where Aaron had been standing. Just like little kids, they all lined up one at a time and waited while I gave them each a small peck on the lips. It was rather cute and I was having fun. An onslaught of male attention was just what I needed after the lousy day I'd had. I was glad to be drunk and hanging out with a group of gorgeous boys. What more could I want? The only one I hadn't kissed at that point was Ryan, the blue-haired, brooding guy who only moved from his chair to shoot on his turn and who hadn't spoken a word all evening. "Hey Ryan, LoreLai here is offering kisses...you'd better step up while you have the chance, buddy!" Derek told him. He looked more pissed off than before. "I'll pass," he simply stated. "Suit yourself," Derek told him, then turned back to me. "So, LoreLai...." "Yeah?" "What's next?" "What do you mean...next?" "Well, we just covered first base with you. What now?" "I don't understand," I said. I was suddenly feeling lightheaded. Maybe Jerry had been right...maybe I should head home. "Well, we're a bunch of drunk, horny young men. You don't think one lil' kiss is gonna sate us, do you?" I was feeling downright dizzy now. "W-w-what do you mean?" I asked, grabbing my head. "What I mean, love," Derek said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around my waist, "is that we want more." The guys hooted and hollered again, apparently in agreement. "More what?" I asked, pushing on his chest, trying to gain my personal space again. "More of you." I was still confused. I'd definitely had too much to drink. "You want to kiss me s'more?" "Probably not," he said, laughing and looking around at his friends, who were also laughing. "Then what?" "Want me to spell it out for you?" "Please, because I'm starting to feel dizzy. I think maybe I should go home and lay down." "You're not going anywhere. You can lay down here...on the pool table." He pushed me backwards against it. "On the pool table? Why would I do that?" I asked, trying to stand up straight again. "Well, you're right, I guess. Some of us might wanna bend you over it." Finally it dawned on me what Derek was talking about. "Are you talking about sex?!" "Someone give this girl another martini...she's a swift one!" Derek said, looking around, laughing. "I'm not having sex with you guys!" I informed him angrily, pushing on his chest harder now. He laughed. "You see, sweetheart, we're not really giving you a choice," Derek said, smiling down at me. Then he looked up at the guys. "Now, since I found her, I get to fuck her first, so you guys hold her down." Suddenly, I sensed hands on both my arms and legs, grabbing me from every direction. I was picked up with very little effort and dropped on the pool table crudely...forced to lie flat, held down. My skirt was pushed up over my thighs and my knees were hanging over the edge of the table, but those, too, were restrained. "No! Please! Don't guys! Don't do this to me!" I screamed. Derek stepped in between my thighs, which were now being held open. Running his hands further up my legs, he then reached up my skirt and literally ripped my panties off my body in one quick motion. "Here," he said, tossing them to Aaron, "stuff those in her mouth for now." Aaron shoved my underwear in my mouth as he was told. I almost gagged as I felt the silk slide into the back of my throat. I shut my eyes tight and realized I could taste my own juices. I knew I was wet...and I knew Derek was about to find out just how wet I was. While the rest of the guys held me in place, Derek leaned over me, pressing his entire body against mine. He groped my tits roughly. I could feel his hot breath against my face. "You know you wanna get fucked like a whore, so don't bother denying it." Raising my head and looking directly at him, I growled in protest against my panties in my mouth and attempted to kick my legs out, but I was being held in place rather well. Derek lifted himself off of me, brought his hand back, and slapped me across the face. He leaned back in and whispered in my ear. "The more you fight, the longer this is gonna take. Either way, we're gonna fuck you, though, so you might as well have some fun, too. So, lay back...enjoy yourself." I was panicked, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was drunk. I was powerless. I was gonna get raped whether I liked it or not. Derek was right...the easiest road to the end of this thing was not to struggle too hard. I let my arms and legs go limp...I just wanted to get this over with so I could go home. Derek, meanwhile, pressed entire body harder against mine. "That's it, baby...relax," he said, grinding his pelvis against me. "Damn, she's the hottest one we've had so far, donchya think guys?" "Oh yeah, man, good find!" agreed Steve. "I can't wait to have those lips around my cock," Aaron declared. "She's got perfect cock-sucking lips." "All in due time, guys, all in due time. Right now, though, hold her still. I wanna see how tight her little cunt is," Derek said, nonchalantly. Derek's hands went back to my tits. He squeezed them together hard, bit them through my blouse, mauled them. "I can't wait to see these tits...I bet they're gorgeous," he said as he ripped my blouse open. I flinched at the sound of the fabric tearing. I felt him reach for the snap at the front of my bra and with one finger, he managed to unclasp it. (He had obviously done this a time or two.) My bra contracted backward, allowing my heavy breasts to spring out. I sensed cold air hitting my nipples, immediately making them stiffen. "Wow," was all Derek said before plunging his face down and sucking a nipple roughly into his mouth. I tried to move away as I felt his teeth bear down on my sensitive skin, but I was forced to be still while Derek gnawed away at me. "Yeahhhh, man, make her nipples hard!" Aaron encouraged. "I wouldn't mind fuckin' those titties!" shouted Steve. "Fuck, this bitch is smokin'!" exclaimed Brent. "Would guys mind shutting the fuck up? Can't you see I'm busy tryin' to get it on with this hot piece of ass?" Derek stated in an annoyed fashion. The boys immediately shut up and he went back to what he was doing...going from one breast to the other...biting, sucking, roughly man-handling them. I knew I was gonna have bruises and bite marks all over them the next morning. Finally, Derek's hands slid down my body. He jerked at the hem of my skirt and pushed it up further over my hips as he stood upright again. "Spread her legs farther," he demanded. "I really wanna get in there." The boys immediately followed instructions, forcing me to spread my legs as wide as I could bear. I felt his hands pawing at me again...starting at my knee and working his way up. His finger moved upward to my cunt, dragging back and forth, as he touched my slit. Again, I jumped. I could feel I was soaking wet...and obviously, so could he. "You guys won't believe how wet this cunt is. She's getting off on this more than we are, I can tell," he sneered, laughing, as he unzipped his pants. At this point, I opened my eyes and looked down. I needed to see his cock. Not because I was turned on, but I wanted to see what I had in store...to see if he was big enough to really hurt me. I was glad to see an average seven-incher make its way out his boxer shorts. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Like what you see, baby?" Derek asked, stroking himself a few times. I didn't move. Nonetheless, I felt his fingers slam into my cunt in one quick thrust. I jerked back at the sudden painful sensation. "Oh yeah, she's MORE than ready," he said, removing his fingers from within me and replacing them with his dick. He thrust himself into me in one quick, hard thrust, then just stopped. I watched on as he looked around. I held still, waiting for his next move. "Damn, guys, she's tight as fuck. Better let her adjust to this huge piece of man meat," he said with a laugh. The guys kind of nodded agreement...probably out of respect. "Ok, bitch," he said, looking down at me, "time's up. The ride's about to begin!" And with that, he grabbed ahold of my tits, twisted my nipples between his fingers, and slammed his cock into me over and over like a jackhammer. I could feel his cock stiffen inside me and I heard his balls slapping against my ass. He fucked me like crazy and it hurt like hell. The other guys dug their fingers into me even harder as they held me down, watching on. I knew they were getting excited. I looked around at all four guys one at a time...sure enough they all had bulges in their pants. Derek grunted as he continued ramming his dick into me. Even though my pussy was rather wet, I wasn't prepared for such an unwelcome invasion. My cunt was aching and my nipples were throbbing. It was gonna be a long fucking night. Luckily, though, it didn't take long before Derek came. "That's it, bitch!" he screamed, "TAKE," thrusting in, "ALL", pulling out,"MY," thrusting in, "CUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I felt his cock twitch inside me as his body shook above me. My belly got warm as his hot sperm filled my pussy. A couple more light thrusts and he pulled out of me as quickly as he'd entered me. "Damn, she's one hell of a ride boys! Have fun!" he proclaimed, pulling up his pants and walking over to where Ryan, the blue-haired quiet guy, was sitting, watching, and still sipping his beer. Could This Day Get Any Worse? "I'm callin' dibs on that pussy next, motherfuckers," Steve said, moving around and standing between my legs where Derek had been moments earlier. "That works for me," Aaron claimed, "because I've been DYING to get my cock past those pouty lips since I saw her!" The guys all adjusted their positions around me at the table. Justin and Brent took their places on either side of me to hold me down, while Steve pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, lining his cock up with my pussy. I glanced down quickly...luckily another average cock. Slowly, he began to sink it inside me. "Oh wow," he said, lifting his shirt up to watch his cock disappear within me, "she is by FAR the tightest bitch we've ever had." He continued to stare down in wonder while Aaron, crawled on top of the pool table. He was already completely naked, and he got on top of me and straddled my face, his back to Steve, who was already well underway in his attack on my pussy. Aaron's cock, though, was rather large...probably about nine inches. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to take all of it into my mouth. I looked up at him and caught his gaze. He pulled my panties from within my mouth. Immediately, I begged, "Please, don't...." "Sorry, darlin'," he said, pressing his cock against my lips, "it's not our fault you're irresistible." He forced his huge cock into my mouth and in the next instance, started to fuck my throat. He watched my mouth intently as he rammed his cock in and out. His heavy balls started slapping against my chin. He'd forced all nine inches down my throat and so far, I was taking it. I kept my lips tight and tried to concentrate on not gagging. Steve, meanwhile, was still pounding away at my cunt. It was so sore and raw...I was just hoping that it would soon go numb. I was being raped...ridden bareback...gang banged...fucked by two guys at once. Nonetheless, I still couldn't help but wonder as I lay there naked on that pool table with two cocks forcibly inside me if my day was gonna get any worse. "Oh fuck!" yelled Steve suddenly. "This cunt is too tight! I can't wait any longer! I'm gonna cum...*heavy breathing*...I'm gonna explode...*grunting*...I'm gonna fill you up with my hot cream! Take it all you fucking whore!" he roared as he latched onto my hips, digging his fingertips into my skin, and thrust really hard into me one last time. I felt his cum shoot up inside me, warm spurts that emptied his balls. Aaron, meanwhile, had turned around to watch Steve cum. As Steve unloaded inside me, I could feel Aaron's balls contract against my chin. Turning back around and looking down at me again, his hands then went out in front of him and he kneeled onto the pool table above me to gain leverage. His hips began bucking faster...his cock started fucking my throat harder...his balls slapped my chin in rhythm to them both. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried. I felt a stream of hot liquid slide down my throat. I'd barely had time to swallow it all before he pulled his cock from my mouth and jumped off the table. Steve was still inside me, though his cock was beginning to soften. He pulled himself the rest of the way out of me. I couldn't believe how much pain I was in. My pussy was so raw and irritated. I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home. My heart sank as I heard Steve yell, "Next!" "I want her mouth," Brent stated quickly. "Good, 'cause I want her cunt," Justin agreed. "But help me flip her over. I like doin' these bitches doggie style." It hit me. I wasn't certain at that point if Justin meant he was gonna fuck my cunt or fuck my ass. My pulse quickened as I didn't know what was in store for me. I was relieved when he added, "I love a nice used up cunt full of hot cum. Can't wait to add my seed to the mix." "Please...stop...now...." I pleaded again. "Can you wait 'til I get my cock in you before you start begging, sweetheart?" Justin asked, sarcastically. "I love it when they squirm and beg while I'm fuckin' 'em raw." These boys were disgusting. I thought I might vomit when I felt hands grab me from all sides again and flip me over. Somehow, though, I managed to keep my lunch down. "How're we gonna do this?" Brent asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Simple," started Justin. "I'm gonna bend her over this pool table and fuck her cunt. You sit on the table and she can put her head in your lap and suck you off at the same time. Just sit on the side of the pool table there...Aaron, Steve, and I will get her into position." And they did. They positioned me so that I was bent over the end of the pool table, ass up in the air, and my head was just above Brent's cock. Without warning, Brent grabbed a handful of my hair and yelled, "Suck it!" as he shoved me down over his cock, forcing it deep into my throat. I gagged on him a bit, then managed to pull back an inch or so. It took me a second...I had to adjust. He was a little above average in size and thickness, but after taking Aaron down my throat, I knew I could handle Brent. "Maybe I'll tap that ass instead," Justin snickered, kneading my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I began to get nervous. I'd never been fucked up the ass before. I'd never even really thought about it...until now, when I was potentially going to have several cocks forced inside my untested hole. "Leave her ass the hell alone, motherfucker," Derek growled after overhearing him. It was obvious that Derek was the leader of this pack and the other guys were his toadies...they all did whatever he said. Nonetheless, I breathed another sigh of relief. I was momentarily thankful to Derek for at least sparing me the ordeal of ass fucking. My thankfulness quickly subsided, though, when I felt Justin spear his cock into my already tender cunt. He did, however, take it easier on me than the others had. He thrust his hips slower rather than pounding away at me. I could hear him moaning as though he were savoring me. Brent, meanwhile though, had a fistful of my long, red hair in his hand and was bucking his hips up as he pulled me down over his cock. He was surprisingly rough for such a nondescript guy. I'd expected Aaron, the loud mouth, to be this rough, but he was just large, not overly rigorous. Brent, though, had just begun and already my throat felt red and raw, just like my cunt. I really had to pay attention to keep from gagging. I was so battered from head to toe, so terribly weary. I felt like a ragdoll. My body had just basically gone limp. I almost wished I would pass out, too. I'd prefer to just wake up the next morning in my own bed, bruised, but with no memory of what happened. That'd be ideal. Why couldn't these fuckers just have drugged me beforehand? Probably didn't wanna spend the cash for the date rape drug when they could've each had that extra beer. Cheap bastards. To my surprise, my drifting thoughts were interrupted when Justin yelled, "Fuckin' yesssssssssssssssssssss!" A couple quick thrusts later and he'd unloaded the contents of his balls deep within me. Slapping me on the ass as he pulled his cock out of me, he taunted, "Fucking nasty whore. Fucking cum dumpster. You're fucking disgusting. You make me sick. You're a dirty, filthy little slut. I should just--" Derek cut him off. "Shut the fuck up, Justin. Let Brent get off in peace, for fuck's sake." Justin pulled up his pants and quietly slinked off towards his beer. Brent, meanwhile, pushed my head down harder over his cock while fucking upward against the back of my throat. "That's it, bitch! That's it! You want this load? Say it! Say you want to eat my cum! Say it!" Brent pulled my mouth off his cock violently in one quick motion. My aching body was now arched upright, my face hovering just above Brent's cock as he held me in place using a thick handful of my auburn curls. "Say it," he said angrily, through gritted teeth. "I...I...." "Say it!" "I want...I want to eat your cum." I could feel vomit rise up into my throat just by uttering the words he demanded. Without hesitating, he slammed my mouth down over his cock once more and resumed fucking my throat. Several thrusts later, I felt another stream of hot liquid rush into my mouth. Before I could even remember to swallow, he pulled my mouth off his cock, let my head go, and jumped down off the table. My head hit the felt with a thud. I closed my eyes again as my head began to throb. I laid there alone for several minutes, swallowing over and over trying to get the taste of cock out of my mouth. No such luck. They thought I'd passed out, but I could hear them talking nearby. I heard several congratulatory remarks and talk of how "tight" I was. My entire body twinged and all I wanted to do was sleep. I think at this point I finally got my wish and passed out. I'm not sure how long I was out...it could've been minutes, it could've been hours. When I woke up and opened my eyes, though, I realized right away that my body was position differently. I'd been moved. Instead of lying bent over the end of the pool table like before, I was still bent over it, but now I was positioned up against the corner of the pool table where the edge is located. I could feel the sharp edge poking against the now overly sensitive skin of my pussy lips. There was a hand at the small of my back. "She's waking up," said Steve. I looked up to see four of the guys standing at the opposite end of the table...my rapists. "Oh good," said Derek, from behind me. I deduced he was the one digging his fingers into my back. "I wouldn't want you to miss the best part!" He laughed loudly. I was so afraid to know what he meant by "the best part." I could only image what this sick fuck had planned. As if raping me, using my body to get off wasn't enough...he had more abuse in store. "See fellas," he addressed the guys again, "it is POSSIBLE to do both. I mean, I'm not gonna waste my time trying to get a bitch off, but I do like the feeling of a tight cunt or ass spasming around my cock. So, whatchya do is get the bitch like this, on the edge of the table, then stick your cock into her, like this...." He shoved himself roughly inside my used, irritated cunt. "Start pounding away at her," he said as he demonstrated on me. "See, as you fuck her, the edge of the table pushes against her clit and soon enough, she'll be cumming too." "Oh man!" yelled Aaron. "That's a good idea!" "Fuck yeah!" agreed Steve. "I'm so gonna do that to the next bitch we get," said Justin as he rubbed his hands together. "But, you fellas know me," Derek continued. "I'm not a big fan of a sloppy, used up pussy." And with that, he pulled his cock from within me. I breathed a quick sigh of relief until I heard his next comment, "But she can still cum with my cock up her ass, I bet." I couldn't even get the word 'no' out of my mouth before Derek shoved his cock past my tight anal ring. I tried to hold it together...I didn't want them to see me cry. It pained me like nothing I've ever felt, though. Once he got the head of his cock in, he did at least go slower. I think it dawned on him that I'd never had my ass fucked before. "Oh fuck, ya'll, we got ourselves an ass virgin here!" Derek exclaimed. The guys roared in excitement as Derek pushed himself further inside me. My ass burned as he sunk inside me...inch by grueling inch. Soon, he was balls deep in my ass. He moaned over and over, enjoying the feel of my tightest hole contracting around his cock. He began to move in and out of my ass very slowly. I certainly don't think he was trying to be gentle...I got the feeling that he was dying to pound the fuck out of me. But, at the same time, I think I was so tight around his cock that he was afraid of cumming too soon. He moaned almost constantly and I felt his legs shake against my ass a couple times. The more he fucked me, the less it hurt at least. After a few minutes, I really wasn't in pain anymore. My ass was sore, like my cunt, but at least it became tolerable. And as much as I hated to admit it, Derek was right about the edge of the pool table. I felt the corner of the dirty pool table pushing hard into my clit every time Derek's hips shoved me forward as he fucked my ass. I, too, was doing everything I could not to cum. I didn't want to give this nasty fuck the satisfaction, but again, my body was betraying me. I arched my body upward, grabbing the edges of the table on either side of me. The guys hollered as they watched on. "Damn, look at her tits jiggle!" Steve said, wide-eyed. "Fuck her harder, man!" yelled Aaron, his cock in his hand, jacking it. Derek began to fuck my ass harder and faster upon request. I knew I would lose it, too, if he kept it up. I began to moan. Fuck, it felt so good. Even through the soreness and pain, I needed to cum. My body began to shake. I could feel my knees going weak. Derek reached around and pinched my nipples. That was my last straw. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body. Grabbing handfuls of my tits roughly, Derek bucked his hips against me a couple more times, growling as his load of cum emptied into my ass. He let go of me and I collapsed onto the pool table. He, in turn, pulled his cock from my ass, gave me a hard slap on my right butt cheek, and said,"That, my boys, is how you pop an anal cherry." Everyone laughed. Derek pointed down to his half hard dick. "Just look of that mix of blood and cum on there. It's really a thing of beauty, ain't it fellas?" More hooting and hollering. Derek pulled his pants up, walked over to the group, and collected a round of high-fives. "I want her ass next," said Aaron, walking towards me. Derek grabbed him on his shoulder. "Have another beer and give her a second to relax. It's not every day a girl loses her anal cherry in a gangbang, ya know." They both laughed and Aaron nodded, still eyeing me. I closed my eyes and went limp. I was hoping to pass out again, but no such luck. My entire body was one big throbbing mess and it was hard not to concentrate on the pain. I wondered how much longer I would last. I wondered what else they could possibly have in store for me. More than anything, I was hoping the bar would be closing soon. That HAD to be when they would let me go...right? Next thing I knew, I heard a female voice. I opened my eyes a bit. Becky, the waitress, was standing in the doorway, looking the scene over. As she set a tray of beers down, she scanned the room. She saw the guys then me, naked on the pool table. She wasn't at all shocked by this...in fact, she acted like it was a common occurrence. "You guys are gross," was all she said. Derek walked over towards Becky. "We're not gross. We just get the pussy we want...even if we hafta take it," he stated matter-of-factly with a laugh as he high-fived Aaron. "You're disgusting...all of you," she declared, chomping on a huge wad of gum. "You're just pissed because we haven't had our way with you...yet," he said with a grin. "You motherfuckers know if you lay a hand on me you won't live to see daylight." "Yeah, yeah, yeah...big talker." "Anyway, I just came back to bring you s'more beer and to tell Ryan that Jerry wants to talk to him at the bar," she informed him before turning abruptly and walking back out of the room. "Ok, thanks," Derek said. Then he turned in Ryan's direction. "Hey Ry...Jerry wants to talk to you up at the bar!" Without a word, Ryan set his beer down and quietly walked out of the room. I assumed he was headed for the bar. "What's his deal tonight? He's acting all pissed off." "Who the fuck knows...that's how he gets around his period," Derek said, laughing at his own joke. As I got lost in what was going on around the room, I hadn't even realized that Aaron had come up behind me. He gave me a hard smack on the ass, bringing me around. "Ready for another ass fuck, bitch?" I simply moaned my displeasure. "I'll take that as a yes. C'mere guys, help me flip her over. I wanna watch her titties bounce while I pound her in the ass." Again, the guys came over and flipped my limp body over so that my back was against the felt of the pool table again. Aaron got between my legs, pulled me to the edge of the table, grabbed my ankles, and while keeping my legs spread wide apart, he shoved his cock roughly into my ass with no fanfare whatsoever. Before I could react, I felt a tug on my hair. I looked over to my left and standing there at my side was Steve, his cock hard in his hand as he stroked it. "Open up, sweetie," he said, softly. I couldn't even bother protesting at this point. I didn't have the strength. I simply opened my mouth and closed my lips tight around him while Aaron fucked my ass hard. After they both came, I thought for sure they were done with me. They began mulling around and they'd all gotten dressed. I closed my eyes, hoping they'd just leave me there. I was wrong. Only a few minutes went by before Derek came over to me and said, "Hey guys...stand her up. I have an idea." Aaron and Steve grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up to my feet, still holding onto me. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand up on my own right away anyhow. I had no choice but to lean against them and await my fate. Derek, meanwhile, got completely naked, then sat on the edge of the pool table. "Ok, bring her here." The boys carried my limp body towards Derek. "Hold her up for a second," he said as he grabbed his cock, stroking it a bit. When he'd become hard, he continued, "Ok...bring her closer." They did, and Derek guided his cock towards my cunt. I moaned as I felt him enter me again. He took me in his arms, and asked, "Did you hear that moan? She's such a whore for my cock." The guys laughed. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me hard onto his cock. "Ok, I'm in her cunt, deep. Now Brent, you get in behind her and shove your cock into her ass." Brent did as he was told, forcing himself inside me in one quick thrust. I shrieked. My fingernails sunk into Derek's arms as Brent slid his cock inside my terribly inflamed and once tightest hole. I felt so full. Little did I realize, there was more. "Mmmm, I can tell she likes that. She's becoming a real anal slut." I turned my head to the side and he leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Ok, I'm gonna lay back," he announced as he held onto my waist and laid flat on the pool table, taking me with him. Somehow, Brent managed to stay impaled in my ass as Derek situated himself beneath me. "Now Justin, c'mere." Justin looked a little confused, but went and stood beside the table as requested. "Get you're cock out 'cause she's gonna suck you off while I fuck her cunt and Brent fucks her ass. The three of us fucking her at once...it'll be the banging of her lifetime!" Justin quickly dropped his drawers and began stroking his cock in his left hand, then shoved it in my face. Again, I opened my mouth and let him use it. I just wanted them to get this over with as quickly as possible. While Justin's cock began moving in and out of my mouth, slowly, Brent reached around and grabbed my tits in his hands, forcing me upward into an arch as he pushed forward, fucking my ass hard and swift. Derek, meanwhile, just put his hands behind his head and stared up at me with a smug look on his face as he moved his hips upward, matching Brent's thrusts. I was taking it from all angles. My body was tired...worn out...overused. I'd completely given up my protests, though. I just let them use me as they saw fit until I was let go. I hoped that would be after this fucking...it sure felt like a finale of sorts. Justin's hips picked up speed. He began to fuck the back of my throat. "God this is fuckin' hot. We should be making a video of this." Derek laughed. "Good idea. I'll have some video equipment installed back here for next time." Derek watched as Brent tweaked my nipples roughly, making me writhe in pain. "She is the hottest bitch we've ever had, though, I'll give her that." I felt his finger brush my cheek. "I think she likes being filled to the brim with three hot dicks...don't you guys?" They all hollered their agreement. "I think she wants you to fuck her ass harder, Brent. Tweak those nipples 'til they're raw and red." Could This Day Get Any Worse? I attempted to protest with moans in my throat, but they ignored me. "I think you're right man. She loves it when we get rough with her. Maybe I should rip into her ass a little more...tear her up good!" "You do that. I'll even go down here and flick her clit a bit. We all might as well get off." Brent picked up his speed. He pistoned into my ass hard and fast. Justin matched his speed as he fucked against the back of my throat. Derek, too, fucked up into my cunt as he reached between us and rubbed my clit. I was flooded with sensation. Most of the night it had been different levels of pain. The more Derek rubbed my clit, though, the more that pain mixed with pleasure. I could feel an orgasm rising up in my body. I could feel my muscles start to twitch. I tried everything I could to hold back, but I think Derek sensed it and he would rub his fingers against my clit harder. I had no choice. I had to cum. I spread my legs wider and began to buck my hips forward a little against Derek's hand. "Oh, look boys, what do we have here? The little slut is getting into it! Give her all you got fellas!" And they did. Justin pounded away at my throat while Brent and Derek see-sawed into my ass and cunt. They fucked me good and hard. Derek never stopped his assault on my clit. Even through the soreness, everything began to feel good. My entire body gave in. My cunt began to spasm. I bucked forward against Derek a couple times in anticipation. Justin was the first to scream. "I'm cumming!" Brent pinched my nipples as hard as he could. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled as he unloaded his hot cum deep in my tight hole. Derek leaned up and whispered in my ear. "Cum with me, you hot cunt. Do it. Do it now!" I let go. I gave in to my orgasm. Waves of painful pleasure coursed through my body. As my cunt spasmed around Derek, I could feel his cock spurting inside me. Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth. Brent let go of my breasts and I collapsed on top of Derek. I was done. I knew I couldn't take any more. Without ceremony, Derek pushed me off of him. I dropped to the table hard as he hopped off it. I laid there on my back...naked, worn out, breathing heavily. I did feel like they'd finally had their fill, at least. Relief was about to wash over me when I heard an unfamiliar voice in the doorway. "I want my turn," he said. I cocked my head to the side and squinted. It was the blue-haired guy...Ryan, I think was his name. He hadn't acknowledged me all evening...until now. "You wanna fuck her? Really?" asked Derek as he put his clothes on again. "So? You guys fuck chicks back here all the time." "Yeah, but YOU never do it." "Well, I want to now." "Yeah, she is one irresistible piece of ass, isn't she?" My heart sank. I wasn't sure I could take any more. I knew, though, I wouldn't have a choice. "Get out," Ryan said. "Huh?" asked Steve. "I wanna be alone with her." "C'mon, man, we wanna watch!" complained Aaron. Derek cut in. "No, c'mon guys, let's go hang at the bar for a little while. Ryan deserves his shot at one of these bitches. If he wants some alone time with her, then let's give it to him." Following Derek's instruction, the guys began to file out of the room. I watched as Ryan closed the door behind them, then turned and faced me. I got nervous. He seemed so angry. Would he want to do worse things to me than they already had? Get rougher, perhaps? My heart began to beat rapidly. "Can you stand up?" he asked, not looking at me as he surveyed the room. "I dunno," I said, sitting up. "Try." I immediately did as I was told. I did NOT wanna piss this guy off. I had very little muscle strength, but I somehow managed to stand on my own...just barely, though. Ryan looked over at me. "Good, good," was all he said as he walked over to what looked to be a back door. "I think this goes into the alley." What on earth was he talking about? Did he want to leave? To kidnap me? My heart raced faster. I feared things were going from bad to worse. Ryan was wearing a t-shirt with a dress shirt wide open over it. He took off the dress shirt and walked towards me, holding it out. "Here, put this on." I took the shirt from him, confused. Nonetheless, I slipped my arms into it and wrapped it around myself. As I began buttoning it up, Ryan mumbled to himself. I watched him pace back and forth in front of the rear door that lead to the alley. It felt good to have something on again and not be naked in this cold room. "God, all those women!" "What women?" I asked, staring at him blankly. "At least Jerry's gonna go along with my story...." "What story?" I was getting more confused by the second. "If it goes as planned, I should get out of this ok...." "Out of what?" "Fuck, I should've done this A LOT sooner!" "Done what?!" Suddenly there was a loud banging on the pool room door. "Hey Ry! You givin' it to her good, man?" It was Derek's voice. "Leave us the hell alone, fucker! I'll let you know when I've had my fill!" Ryan screamed back, playing along. "Have at her then, motherfucker!" Derek yelled. We then heard his footsteps get softer and softer as he walked down the hall and back into the bar. "What's going on?!" I finally asked. "Look, I don't have time to explain. You've GOT to get the hell out of here!" He put his arm around my waist and lead me to the rear door, opening it for me. A rush of cool, sweet night air hit me in the face. It smelled like freedom. "Can you make it home ok?" "Yeah, but, what are you going to do?" "Something I should've done a long time ago." "What?!" "I can't explain...you'll hafta read about it tomorrow in the paper. Now GO!" ******* I woke up the next morning and opened my eyes. I could feel I was surrounded by my thick duvet and soft down pillows. I exhaled loudly. The rape had been a dream!, I thought to myself. I was in bed where I belonged, not sprawled naked on some pool table! Next time, I'll stop at my 4th Cosmo and--- My thoughts were cut short as I shifted in the bed and realized every part of my body ached intensely. My muscles were all terribly sore. My mouth was dry and had a funny taste. I slipped a hand down my stomach and rubbed one finger between my slit. It felt like it was on fire. I clenched my butt cheeks together...more fire. It hadn't been a dream, after all. I HAD been gang raped last night. I sat up in bed, catching my reflection in the mirror across from my bed. I could see bruises and bite marks all over my chest and arms. I suddenly wanted to throw up. I felt like I was going to vomit right there on my bedspread, but then I remembered...Ryan. What happened last night after he got me out of there? What'd he do? Was he ok? He'd said I could read about it in the paper. As quickly as my stiff body could manage, I hopped out of bed, threw on a robe, and walked to my front porch to grab the morning newspaper. I snatched it up and opened it. Sure enough, the headline of the top story on the front page read, "FIVE MEN DEAD IN BAR BRAWL INCLUDING OWNER'S SON, NO SUSPECTS". I went on to read about how the bartender reported FIVE men coming into the bar last night and retiring to the back room to play pool. He stated he didn't see or hear anything until the five gunshots sounded. I smiled. Jerry knew damn well there were SIX men in the group that came in with Derek last night...he'd said hello to each one of them by name as I sat at the bar. He had indeed covered for Ryan. I stepped back inside my apartment and closed the door. As I leaned back against it, still clutching the paper, I chuckled to myself. Strange. After everything that happened...the rape, the murders...my thoughts suddenly drifted to poor Jerry. I pictured him cursing that "prick" as he mopped up all that blood.