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Gushing Greta Ch. 01

By: brandedbrain



"I'm sure that you understand how the way you look, the clothes you wear, have a direct influence over the way others perceive you, correct?"

 I didn't know what else he wanted me to say. I'm not the one making us wear these uniforms. I made a mistake, one that everyone makes at some point in time. Even 18 year old girls like myself. Clothes shrink, and the white polo I have to wear (against my will) shrunk. I didn't notice it until I pulled it out of the dryer, and I was already running late. My plan was to keep my books in front of my chest, and pull the skirt up to cover the parts of my upper body that my shirt no longer covered. At first, I thought, 'this isn't too short, it'll be fine'. And then I got off the bus, noticed some leering eyes on her. Yeah, too short. The shirt was tight and push my already perky breasts up like it was show and tell and I just got them for my birthday. So now I was being forced to wear this over-sized sweater, that's so baggy I'm guessing they got it from the Break In Case of Slut emergency kit somewhere in the back.

 I'm kind of just sick and tired of being treated like some innocent kid being carefully airlifted through life by overbearing parents and authority figures. I'm pretty. I've got a nice body. I like when people look at me with a little glimmer of desire in their eyes. Every guy I date acts like it's the 18th century and we're going to spend our time waltzing and declaring our feeling in overlong, churched up monologues. Sometimes, I really just want someone to grab me, without even asking, and just--

 "Am I making myself clear?" Principal Sankey was in his early '40s and used to play defensive tackle in the NFL, so when he put on his tough voice, you listened.

 "Yes, sir," I said as I got up from my chair. I left his office and walked into the empty hallway. School had already let out and it was the last week before Christmas break, so pretty much everyone was gone, I was sure. I headed to my locker to grab my coat before I walked home.

 My locker, just like any other senior's, was toward the back of the school near the showers. Did someone turn the heat off? I felt a cool breeze, steadily gliding across the pale inside of my thighs. I turn a corner and I see my locker, just past the boy's locker room. As I walk by, I over hear some boys talking.

 "Hey, did you see Greta today?" Sounds kind of like Ryan Stoney, but I'm not sure. He's one of the more popular kids in my school, though infamous is more fitting. Everyone suspects he sells weed and Adderall, but I don't know for sure. He's tall and thin, but not athletic. He doesn't play sports, but he's close enough to that circle that you wouldn't know it.

 "No, why?" Pretty sure that's Mike Stockton. Just one of Ryan's cronies, really. The only thing he's known for is his gigantic penis and the frequency with which he will show it off. 

 "I'm not really sure what's up with her, but she was wearing this way too small shirt and you could see her tits," Ryan said.

 "No way, you couldn't see her tits," Mike replied.

 "Well, you could see her bra and it was working overtime. Those puppies were gasping for air." Ryan added, "And dude, her skirt was pulled up and you could definitely see the bottom of her ass."

 "Pretty nice?" Mike asked.

 "Textbook bubble-butt, man."

 My face was getting red listening to them. I've never heard anyone talk about me in a way that didn't involve my "scholarly prospects" or "go-getter attitude". The idea of being someone's sexual object had never occurred to me. And now that it had, I could feel myself getting wet. Aren't I supposed to be offended at the thought of being objectified? I had unconsciously moved my hand over the dampest region of my panties.

 "I'm feeling' like pizza tonight. You down?" Ryan asked. I could hear them leaving the locker room. I scurried over to my locker nearby, spinning the lock to open it and grab my sweater. They're going to see me, I thought. Maybe they'll be too embarrassed at the possibility of me overhearing their conversation that they'll ignore me. I just focused on my locker, looking down, as they emerged from the locker room.

 "Have you tried that new place, Pizza Town? It's over by...," Mike trailed off. I heard their footsteps stop, undoubtedly at the sight of me in front of them.

 "Hey, Greta. What are you doing here so late?" Ryan asked.

 "Uh, just, I'm just leaving," I stammered. 

 "Did you hear us talking about you just now?" Ryan moved closer, leaning against the locker like he was a dreamy male lead in a romantic comedy. 

 "Yeah, a little bit," I admitted. 

 "How did that make you feel?" Ryan reached out and touched my shoulder. I recoiled just a little bit, surprised at the contact. But didn't hate it.

 "I don't know." I was bemused at the sudden sexual attention. 

 "Probably don't hear people talk about you in that way often," he told me, correctly.

 "Uh, yeah, not so much," I mumbled, smiling weakly. 

 "I never noticed until today, but you probably have the nicest ass in the whole school." I was still facing the locker, kind of caught in headlights. 

 "Can we see it?" Ryan was closer to me, almost whispering. He had that nice out-of-the-shower smell, and I could feel the heat from his skin radiating towards me. 

 "I, uh, I think that's kind of, it's a little, you know, it's inappropriate, probably." I didn't know what I wanted. I was definitely turned on, but I couldn't think straight. 

 "I'll just lift up your skirt, you don't have to do anything," he said, like a promise. I should have said no, and if the scenario played out infinitely, 9 times out of 10, that's exactly how it would have gone. But never tell me the odds, I guess.

 I nodded, slightly. My face towards the locker in front of me. Ryan smiled big and I felt him place his hand on my back, running it down lower and resting it on my ass as his hand searched for the edge of my skirt. When he found it, he peeled it up, holding it against my lower back with his left hand as he gently squeezed my cheeks, jiggling to produce the desired effect.

 "Shit, man, you weren't kidding," Mike exclaimed. He stepped up next to me, opposite Ryan, and they both squeezed and massage my buttocks together, alternatively praising its soft firmness. I was enjoying the attention and touch of their hands over my ass when I let a small moan slip out. They stopped in place. 

 "Dude, she's into it." Mike told Ryan. Ryan then lifted up my cheeks with both hands, confirming his suspicion before I even realized what he was doing.

 "Fuck, bro, she's dripping wet," Ryan said proudly. He let go of my skirt, taking hold of my arm and flipping me around, the locker banging loudly as my back hits. "You like this shit, baby? Getting felt up by people you don't know?"

 My head wants to say No, of course not! But I've clearly been betrayed by my sopping pussy, dripping like a wrung out hand towel. Ryan continued his interrogation.

 "Too bad they made you put this big sweater on. I was really enjoy those supple titties of yours. Do you like the thought of guys popping boners watching them bounce around school?" I couldn't catch myself, answering truthfully.

 "Yeah, I do." 

 Ryan reach out to my sweater, starting to pull it up but I pushed it down. I had to maintain some kind of control, but I found myself foaming at the thought of what these boys could do to me. I've read about sexual awakenings, firsthand accounts in blogs and various forums online, but didn't understand would it really feel like. But I think I was starting to.

 "Oh, you're a good girl, now?" He asked. I shook my head. I don't know why, I probably should have broken away and left. He pushed his hand up my torso, between my breasts, past my throat and grip the left side of my face. He touched his thumb to my full lips, pushing my bottom lip down. 

 "Has this good little girl ever sucked a dick before?" Ryan pushed his thumb into my mouth. My natural reflex was to suck. He pushed and pulled, back and forth, and I played along. "Yeah, you know what to do, don't you?" I nodded. He pulled his thumb out, wet with my saliva, and wiped it over my mouth.

 "Fuck, dude, I'm about to cum already," Mike admitted. The enormous bulge in his pants that he was massaging indicated that he was telling the truth. "Think she likes big dicks?" he wondered. Ryan looked at me.

 "Well, how do you like your dicks? Big and fat?" Ryan smirked. I froze, not sure what to say, but again my body betrayed me. I nodded.

 "What was that? I didn't hear you say anything?" His tone became slightly more aggressive. I nodded, again, nervous.

 "Are you fucking stupid? Do you speak, bitch?" His language was getting harsher, but he still had a kind of laidback quality to it that was difficult to comprehend. Ryan took my left hand and forced between my legs, and I couldn't help myself. I started rubbing my clit immediately and a bedraggled moan escaped from behind my lips. I lost it. All I wanted them to take me. Fuck me like some whore in a porno. I wanted to be objectified. "What do you like, Greta?"

 "I like big, fat dicks." My eyes watered. I had a river of pent up sexual frustration inside of me and I just knocked down the fucking dam. Ryan suddenly grabbed, throwing my petite, 5'5" frame over his shoulder, and marching me through the locker room and into the gym. He put me down near a weightlifting station. 

 "Get on your knees," Ryan demanded. I obeyed, settling down onto my knees. Mike stepped towards me, dropping his athletic shorts to his ankles and then kicking them away. He held his cock in front of my face. I'd seen it before, everyone had, but it was monstrous up close. I'd seen some videos online of a male porn star named something like "Nacho" or "Taco" or something, and Mike's cock looked pretty comparable to his.

 "Tell him what you want, baby," Ryan told me, in a mysteriously sweet tone.

 "I want you to fuck my face," I said. 

 "Oh, yeah?" Mike shot back. "I don't believe you." I was rubbing myself pretty hard at this point, likely leaving a pool of wetness beneath me.

 "Please, I want your fat dick in my mouth. Please." I gave him a pouty face, and that seemed to convince him. I opened up my mouth and he grabbed my dark, black hair and stuck it in as far as he could. I gagged and started to pull back but he held on, holding me in place. He pulled back but not out, instead pushing back in, deeper than before. I could feel him getting harder as he thrusted. He maintained a steady rhythm, never letting me close my mouth. I started drooling around his cock, feeling it drip down my chin and dangle, before splashing onto my emergency slut sweater. I glanced to my right, seeing that Ryan and pulled his own cock out. His was smaller than Mike's, but still larger than average. I reached out with my right hand and started to jerk him off.

 "Fuck, Mike, this little whore can't get enough," Ryan said proudly. "Let me fuck her dumb face, man." Mike pulled out, leaving me with a glob of spit around my chin and jaw.

 "Your makeup is getting all runny, see?" Ryan said, turning my head to face the wall, which happened to be a giant mirror. One of those you find in dance studios. I had spit all over the front of my sweater, and my mascara was running down my cheeks, making me look like I'd been crying all night long. My lipstick was smeared across my mouth like I was in some kind of gender bending Joker cosplay. "Who's the pretty girl?"

 "Me. I am," I answered. "And I look prettiest with a dick in my mouth," added.

 "And what are you good for?" Ryan inquired. It was stupid, but all I could think of was that Eric Burdon song, "War". It was just burnt into my brain, like an automatic call-and-response. I responded without nearly any hesitation.

 "Absolutely nothing," I declared.

 "That's right, just our little fuck doll." Ryan crammed his cock into my mouth, which easily slid nearly all the way in, his balls tapping my chin. He fucked me more aggressively than Mike had. I gagged and spit, adding to the ever burgeoning DNA sample collecting on my sweater. Then he pulled out. Mike had left at some point, and was returning now with a stack of three towels. I figured this was it, they were going to clean me up and we'd go our separate ways. Then Ryan grabbed my haired and pulled me towards the bench press. Mike put the stack of towels toward one of the ends, and they laid me face down, bent over on the bench. My face stuck out over one end, and my bottom pointed up above the opposite end.

 "Mike here is going that sweaty, wet pussy of yours while I cum down your whorish throat," Ryan told me, leaving know room for objection. He pulled up a stool and in front of me, his cock pointed up at my face, shimmering with light reflected from my saliva all over his dick. He pushed my head down onto it, but let me go at my own pace. Then I felt Mike push my skirt out of the way, and then grabbed the bottom of my panties and ripped them off of me. So much for that cute pair.

 "I'm about to ruin this shit, whore. You ready for that?" Mike emphasized this with a hard slap to my ass cheek. I moaned with enthusiasm around Ryan's dick.

 Mike pressed the head of his cock into the entrance of my pussy, and I let out a screech over Ryan's dick, slightly biting down out of shock. Mike slowly pressed in as Ryan grabbed my head, pulling it off his cock and slapping me across the face. Tears welled up in my eyes and fell.

 "Did that fucking hurt, bitch?" I nodded, pouting. "Then don't bite down. Can you manage that or are you too dumb?" Mike pressed in deeper behind me, I let out a pained moan. I apparently was taking too long to answer, as Ryan slapped me again.

 "Mike, I think this whore might be actually stupid." Mike was so thick, I'd never experienced this kind of pleasure before in my life. He was pushing in and out now, only fitting about half of it in. I was having trouble focusing, which Ryan was all too prepared to rectify. He slapped me a third time and I started crying. Not full on Grey's Anatomy weeping, but enough to whimper.

 "Hey, you cunt, fucking answer me. Are you going to do better or are you an idiot?" Ryan asked, impatient. I nodded, wiping some tears away, feeling the heat of his slap on my cheek.

 "Yeah, yes, sir, I'll do better," I pleaded. 

 "Thank god, I thought we had literally fucked her brains out." Ryan laughed and so did Mike. They high-fived as I went to work.

 Mike was getting more and more of his cock stuff into my pussy as I was doing my best to suck off Ryan. I could feel the veins in his cock starting to pulse in my mouth, which I assumed meant he was about to cum. It was confirmed moments later when he took control and started fucking his cock deep into my mouth, tickling my throat. Mike plowed harder and Ryan pulled out, cumming in thick ropes across my face. In my hair, between my eyes, down the sides of my cheek.

 "All right, Mike. Rip that shit apart and let's head out." Mike relentlessly assaulted my beat-red cunt with his humongous member. I moaning and shrieking when I realized I was cumming all over his pulsating cock. He was approaching his climax when he started burying his shaft inside me to the hilt. I cried out in pain.

 "Ow! Fuck, ow, you're hurting me!" I shrieked.

 "Fuck off, you love it whore," he fired back, plunging deeper and faster.

 "Oh, fuck, please cum, please, it hurts!" I cried.

 "Take it, you fucking slut! You love it, you filthy whore," he yelled. And then, just like that, he pulled out and grabbed my hair, jerking me back so hard I fell onto my back below him. He stood over me, jacking himself off as he looked down at me. He came, thicker, longer ropes than Ryan, showering down over me. On my sweater, face, in my hair, and generally all over me. I thought it might look like someone had drawn a chalk outline of me, but with cum. 

 Ryan was back, handing Mike a towel. He wiped his cock clean.

 "Who do you belong to?" Ryan asked.

 "You," I answered, obediently. 

 "And what are you?" he added.

 "I'm a whore."

 "Yeah, we noticed." Ryan and Mike laughed, leaving the locker room. I looked over at the mirror, looking at myself with awe. My face was a sloppy, distorted mess of spit and ejaculate. My hair was sticky with cum, the sweater ruined, and a thin line of blood trickled down my leg. I had been a virgin after all. But what I really noticed, above all else, is that person I saw in front of me was the person I'd truly always wanted to be. Something for someone to fuck.

Gushing Greta Ch. 02



After Ryan and Mike left, and after frigging myself as I examined the destruction of my body in the mirror, I took off my clothes and took a hot shower in the boys locker room. I trashed the sweater and headed out to my locker. This about when I realized I was wrong about who would or wouldn't be in school tonight.

Break was coming up, and with it finals. Rather than spend time that would be better allocated in preparation of said finals, generally students abandoned after school group meetings and extra-curricular activities in general. I was thinking about this as I left the showers, pulling my too small white polo over my upper body. My skin was still wet, which meant my black bra wasn't hard to find. Mike had ripped my panties off me, rendering them useless. I pulled my skirt on, noticed that you could see my snatch if I bent down far enough, and walked into the hallway.

That's when I heard it.

The unmistakable strumming of an acoustic guitar in the distance, likely from the library. Maybe there were no clubs meeting anymore, but that wasn't going to stop a youth group. 'It shouldn't be a big deal,' I thought. 'I'll just pass by and ignore them if they say something'. Youth groups always creeped me out, something about their sunbeam smiles and forced positivity. But the library was right next to the exit, so I couildn't really sneak around. 

I walked ahead, determined to just walk on by if they tried to wave me over. I was just about past them when I overheard them talking about me. 

"Anybody concerned about Greta?" It sounded like Allan Preston, likely their prayer leader. He was supposed to be the nicest boy around, prevailing modesty and chivalry, but I always thought he had those nothing-behind-them, empty, Tom Cruise eyes.

"Are you talking about what she was wearing?" Another asked. Not sure about this one, I think his name was Billy. 

"Think it's a cry for help?" asked a girl's voice. Had to be Elise Andrews. She was uber popular and a renowned prude. Blonde hair, puffy lips, 90 pounds soaking wet and most of that was in her tits and ass. Anyone with genitals wanted to rub them on her face, I'm sure.

"It could be," replied Allan. "I think we should pray for her."

"I never realized how hot she was." Another voice I wasn't sure about. Chuck or Charles? Clearly I don't run with this crowd.

They all laughed at this.

"I mean, I guess that's inappropriate, but in all honesty, she inspired some considerably impure thoughts during Mr. Sanderson's biology lecture," Billy replied.

"Heck, even I had some questionable thoughts." That was Rita Crowder, Elise's number two. A little more on the wayward side when compared to Elise, and definitely had a bit of a mean streak, but still managed to be well-liked by most of the student body.

They all laughed again as I approached the entrance of the library. I thought about just walking on as I'd planned, but once again I felt this warm rush of excitement spreading throughout my body. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to be judged.

As they laughed, I wandered into the room, quietly. I found an empty chair near the door and sat down. Everyone had quieted down when they saw me. In the dim light of the locker room shower, I thought I had cleaned up okay. But now, sitting in the harsh fluorescence of the library, I could only imagine what they had laid their eyes upon. I could almost feel the tangles in my hair. The dampness of my shirt felt ice cold and I could barely sit still as I felt rough fabric of this shitty library chair rub against my wet, sensitive pussy. I saw with my legs crossed, arms folded over my waist.

"I heard my name," I explained. They all seem to jerk back into reality.

"Oh, yeah, we were just talking about you," Allan replied, a little unsure.

"What about?" I inquired, feigning ignorance.

"We were just concerned because it's so, y'know, revealing," added Elise, giving Allan's knee a reassuring pat as if she had just saved him from some great humility.

I looked down at myself, as if I hadn't thought about it. "I guess it's a little slutty, isn't it?" I offered, with a hint of tease in my voice. Rita snickered.

"Bit of an understatement, isn't it?" she said, plainly.

"Hey now, Rita, be nice," Elise scorned.

"Oh, come on, you think she doesn't know what she's wearing?" Rita shot back.

I interrupted their little mini-spat, "so you don't like my outfit?"

Everyone hesitated.

"Because I thought I overheard you guys saying that it gave you 'impure thoughts', right?" I had thrown down the gauntlet. 

"Well, yeah, sure," Billy agreed. Never paid much attention to him before, and while he was a little heavy set, I could see a generously-sized bulge forming in his khakis. 

"But it's inappropriate, Greta." Allan said, a little sternly. "It's a weakness of men-"

"And women," Rita added.

"Sure, and women, to be tempted by flesh," he finished.

"But I like to feel wanted. It makes me feel good," I said, almost begging.

Predictably, Elise chimes in with, "That doesn't make it right, though."

"So you guys all won't fuck until marriage, right?" I asked the room.

They were taken aback, but all nodded in agreement.

"But surely you've all masturbated before," I said, like a fisherman hooking a worm to his line.

"Well, you know, it's wrong, but sure, it happens." Allan was sounding uncomfortable with my chosen topic of conversation.

"Yeah, we all masturbate. Big deal," Rita declared.

I swear to God, I thought I could hear my pussy dripping through the underside of my chair. "If you masturbate, you probably masturbate to porn because you're all virgins, so you've never had any sexual experiences to draw from." They nodded. "I just like the idea of being the thing that you masturbate to." I looked around, noticing discrete physical tells of arousal. Billy's generously-sized bulge was organizing a jail break, Allan shifted uncomfortably, tugging at his pants frequently, Charlie was wearing gym shorts and, because he was sitting behind his peers, was clearly massaging his own tool beneath, Rita was biting down on her tongue ever so gently as Elise's fair skin betrayed her as her face was beat red as she fidgeted in her chair. 

"All right, then," I said, conspicuously. I lifted my knees up and spread them apart, pulling back my plaid skirt. "See how wet I am?" I said in my poutiest voice. I stuck my middle and ring finger on my right in my mouth, sucked, and then pulled it out before lowering it to my aching, weeping gash. I slipped the two fingers inside, letting out a long built up moan. "Oh fuck, that feels so good."

"Greta, you have to stop, this is a library for chrissakes!" Allan pleaded, unconvincingly. 

"Shut the fuck up, Allan!" Billy shot back, maybe not even realizing he was kneading his cock as he look over me.

"This is amazing," Rita offered, in direct contrast to Elise and Charles' silence.

Billy sat across from me, so I took the opportunity to escalate this situation. I climbed down, got on all fours and crawled to Billy. 

"Billy, do you think I'm sexy?" I asked, give him my best doe eyes. He gripped his cock with his right handed, tense. I laid my head on his thigh, his hand and cock in front of my face.

"I, uh, I'm just, uh, thinking that, uh," Billy stammered. 

"Don't worry, I know what you're thinking," and then I opened my mouth and sucked the length of his index finger. I went slowly and then, at the tip, popped it out of my lips. "I want you to pull that fat cock out of your pants and jerk off while you watch me play with myself."

I backed up into the middle of the circle, climbed to my feet and unzipped my skirt, dropping it down to my ankles. Then I dropped down to the floor, on my back, and spread my legs open. I slipped a third finger in. I propped myself up a little bit with my left arm, keeping my eyes on Billy.

"Fuck it," Billy said. He stood up, fumbling as he undid the front of his pants. When he had them open, he pushed them down to his ankles. His cock protruded from the opening in his boxers. 

"Holy shit, that thing looks dangerous," I complimented. "C'mon, now, grab it for me and pull it slow." He did so. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

Curiously, while Billy seemed just fine with pulling on his third arm in front of everyone, he was hesitant to speak. 

"I know you're all thinking about what you want to do to me. I want to hear it. Tell me whatever dirty shit you're thinking about. I'm not a person, I'm an object. Objectify me."

Charles stood to my left. His shorts were still up, but he was clearly working his cock under there. Rita removed her sweater, untucking her polo in the process, and then got up from her chair. Allan was up next, just as Charles pulled his shorts down. 

"Not as big as Billy's, but not much is, Chuck. What about you, Allan? Got a third big dick for me?" I was in full-on beg mode. Allan was starting to sweat when Elise let out a loud moan. I had been so fixated on Billy and Chuck's juicy members that I didn't noticed Elise and slipped a hand beneath her skirt. Allan shrugged and unzipped himself, pulling out his cock. Not as long as Chuck's, but thicker.

"You guys like this?" Rita asked, scornfully. She walked to me, bent down and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my hair. "Some dumb whore with the self-respect of a crackwhore?"

"Fuck yeah, I do," said Charles, stepping closer. Allan and Billy followed his lead, all three standing over me, looking down as I work three fingers into my cunt and Rita grips my head to the point of pain. Rita then pulled my hand off my pussy.

"No, please! I'm about to cum," I pleaded. 

"Fuck you, slut. You can have it when I say you can. Clear?" Rita pulled on my hair, and I let out a small shriek.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Yes, ma'am, you mean," Rita spat back.

"Yes, ma'am," I conceded.

"Good, now we're going to turn you over because, honey, unless you've got some makeup, your face is just gonna make these boys soft. Flip!" she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," I pouted. I turned over and stuck my ass up high in the air. Rita positioned herself over the back of my head, so that my ass sat in front of her like a desk.

"Now let's give the boys a real girl to jerk off to." Rita took off her polo, and then removed her bra. The reason Rita was so well-liked, despite her icy persona, was that she had an amazing rack. Like, natural, big titties that almost looked fake. "You boys like what you see?" Rita asked.

They grunted. They liked it.

"Okay, you can fuck yourself again, just tell the boys what you are," Rita requested.

"I'm your cum dumpster," I admitted.

I slipped three fingers back into my pussy and couldn't stop. In the quiet of the library you could hear my splashing and squishing in my pussy, faster and faster, until I squirted all over Rita and the boy's legs.

"Oh, fuck, that felt good!" I screamed.

"You boys gonna come for us or what?" Rita asked. Elise moaned approval from her chair, still enjoying the show. Charles was first, lowering himself down to Rita's level. She presented herself for him by pushing her fat breasts together and licking her lips suggestively. Charles exploded, six or more long, thick ropes of cum. I heard them thud down on her skin.

"Allan, come on, baby. Spray me down," Rita almost begged for it. She was loving this as much as I was. Allan stepped forward, releasing another rain of jizz down, more long, thick ropes than before.

Billy still stood, cock in hand, in no rush. 

"Make her clean you up," he directed.

Rita reached down and grabbed my hair, bringing me eye-to-tit. "You hungry, slut?"

I nodded.

"Clean me up," she ordered, and I obeyed. I lapped up their seed greedily. I lingered on her erect nipples as I slurped, hearing her let slip a small moan. I was almost done before Rita pulled my head back.

"What do you want to see, Elise?" Rita looked in her direction. Allan and Charles were grabbing their things and on their way out, apparently feeling ashamed. As they left, Elise answered.

"I want Billy to fuck her ass," she said.

"Huh? No, it's too big," I said. I'd never had anything in my ass, let alone something like what Billy was packing.

"Did anyone ask for your opinion, bitch?" Rita countered.

"No, ma'am," I said.

"That's right. Dogs don't talk, so why would you?" she said. 

"Is it gonna hurt?" I asked her. I didn't know what to expect.

"Why the fuck would I care?" She said with a crooked smile. She pushed my head to the ground. "Spread your cheeks, let Billy get a look at that asshole of yours." 

I reached behind myself and pulled them apart. Rita spit onto my butthole and slipped a finger in.

"Bitch is tight, Billy," she reassured him. Elise then crawled over next to Rita, and I could smell her juices between her legs. "She's all yours."

Billy crouched down, and I felt the tip of his massive cock touch my asshole. I whimpered and Rita slapped my ass, firmly. I cried out and she did it again. I stifled my next yelp.

"Stupid bitch doesn't know her place," Rita said.

Billy started pushing his cock in. He started working it in and out, slowly widening my anus.

"Fuck, Billy, no need to be so gentle with it. Cram this slut's hole shut." Rita laughed, Elise moaned. I pleaded with him to be careful.

"Please, it hurts. It really hurts," I begged. Rita grabbed my hair from beneath her, twisted it back so I could just barely see Billy next to Elise behind me.

"Don't you want Billy to like you? Don't you want him to feel good, whore?" Rita said.

"Yes, but—" Rita slapped my ass again.

"Do you have an opinion, slut?" Rita asked. 

"No," I replied.

"And why not?" Rita pushed. And so did Billy.

"Unh. Because I'm just a fuck doll." 

"Right. So apologize to Billy and tell him what you want," Rita demanded. Rita twisted my hair more, pushing my face backwards to see Billy a little clearly, enough to make eye contact.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I want you to rape my asshole." And that was all he needed.

Billy let all inhibition go and started forcing his hammer downward. He pulled back a little only to push back harder. 

"Scream, bitch!" Rita laughed. I screamed.

My asshole was gaping open as Billy started to pound rhythmically. Rita stood up and watched as Elise positioned herself in front of me, pushing my face into her pussy. I could barely breathe and was starting to lose some feeling in my ass as Billy continued his assault on my asshole.

"How does that feel, bitch?" Billy snarled.

"It hurts," I weakly whimpered.

"I'm gonna cum right in your slimy asshole you piece of shit," Billy said.

"Please cum in my asshole," I begged. 

"Who's a piece of shit," Rita shouted down at me.

"I am. I'm a piece of shit."

That was about enough to push both Billy and Elise over the top. Elise squirted right into my mouth as Billy piledrove himself deep into my asshole.

"Unnngghh!" Billy grunted, filling my asshole up with sperm. He pulled out, and I collapse onto my side, shaking all over.

"Thanks for that, slut." Billy said as he pulled his pants up. Elise gathered herself and followed Billy out.

Rita threw my skirt at me. "Get your shit together, whore. You're gonna be my new little dog. My human cock-cushion. Do you like the way that sounds?"

I nodded, meekly. 

"Good. We're gonna have some fun this year."



Gushing Greta Ch. 03



I gathered myself and left the library. I wiped some cum that was trickling out of my asshole and down the inside of my thigh. I stuck my hand out and wiped it on the wall as I walked down the hallway.

"You're going to be my dog." Rita hung behind as everyone else left, and was giving me a ride home. "Do what I say, and don't whine or protest."

"What if I don't want to follow orders?" I challenged. I actually wanted this, but I needed to hear her say it. She smirked.

"You belong to me now. You're property. Property doesn't have opinions or thoughts," she said as she raised her right hand to my mouth, "and property doesn't have agency." Then, without warning, she took her four fingers and shoved them into my mouth. She was pushing them in as deep as she could. I gagged as I felt her nails scratch their way towards my esophagus. Then she pulled her hand out, thick ropes of saliva stretching from her hand like the way cheese pulls away from pizza in commercials. She held it up, and then with her left hand, roughly grabbed my hair from the back of my head, using the leverage to forcefully turn me around. She held me up against a row of lockers.

"Arch your back. Stick your ass out," she ordered. I complied and she threw back my skirt and, still holding my head against the lockers, put her right hand on my pussy. Her drool-covered hand on my wet snatch sent shivers racing up my spine. "Have you ever been fisted?" I shook my head. She took two or three fingers and started penetrating my cunt slow, but powerfully. She then cupped her hand and started twisting it into me. 

"Ow. Ow! I think my pussy is too tight. I don't know," I said. She responded my slamming my head into the lockers.

"Shut the fuck up!" she shrieked at me.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized. She slammed my head into the lockers once more.

"Don't be sorry, be quiet! Dumbest dog I've ever owned." She kept twisting her fist into me, and I could start to feel it break through. I held my mouth as tightly shut as possible, trying not to make too much noise as she painfully corkscrewed her hand into my axe-wound. 

"C'mon, take it you bitch. Push down!" she demanded. She was right on the cusp, so I put my hands on the cold metal lockers in front of me and pushed backwards. When she felt me push, she thrusted harder and I felt her knuckles drag across the threshold of my vagina, and then I eased down onto her wrist. Her whole fist inside me.

"Oh yeah, you're such a fucking whore," Rita spoke directly into my ear. The feeling was intense. She pushed and pulled her fist, and the sensation of her wrist sliding in and out of me with her fist rubbing the roof my vagina was overwhelming.

"Holy fuck, that's amazing. Fuck me! Fist fuck me harder!" I screamed in ecstasy. She was buried in my cunt up to the middle of her forearm, pushing and pulling fervently. I couldn't see or hear anything. I was being fucked silly.

Rita was down on her knees now, giving her a better angle to pulverize my sodden cunt. I was moaning in a voice deeper than I've ever even spoken with. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Fuck. I'm gonna cum," I managed through a delirious haze. She gave me a few more quick pumps and then, right before I couldn't stand it, pushed in as deep as I could. Nearly up to her elbow.

"Ooohh, gguuuhhh. Fugging goddamnit." I couldn't form words. And then she pulled her arm out, and I just fucking exploded. My legs started quivering as I squirted out of my pussy like someone just broke open an hydrant. Rita laughed. I tried to grab onto something in front of me, to steady myself. Rita shoved four fingers back into my drenched pussy, found the roughest spot inside of me, and started hammering away like a goddamn jackrabbit. 

"Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!" Rita started laughing like a child that just got a new toy as I continued to gush my cunt juice all over her. 

My legs buckled, sending me to the floor in an epileptic fit. I tried to speak but could only manage a single low moan that poured from my throat like a siren. My legs shook and I held onto my pussy like I had sprung a leak. 

I settled down, curling into a fetal position with the biggest smile on my face.

"Get up, we've gotta go," Rita ordered, nudging me with her feet. I climbed to my feet, slowly, and followed Rita outside. "You get in the back." I climbed into the backseat and did all I could to stay awake. I was drained.

At some point I made it home and got into my bed. My parents weren't around, I think they had a dinner date or something, so I didn't need to worry about fielding questions regarding my outfit. 

I was lying in bed, about to slip away into the night, when I heard my cell phone buzzing. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. 

'My Mistress', it read.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" It was Rita.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," I said as I grabbed a notebook and a pen from my nightstand.

"Good, because I imagine your retarded whore brain won't remember anything I say otherwise," she continued. "Tomorrow, at school, you'll wear the same thing you wore yesterday. Don't wash it. I hope it smells like cum, that'd be a plus. And no bra, no panties."

Well, fuck. 

"Okay, but I just got in trouble with the Principal for wearing it today," I replied.

"I don't fucking care. Not my problem," she snipped back. "Aside from wardrobe, there are some other basic rules. First, if anyone asks to see your pussy or your tits, you show them. Second, if anyone asks you to fuck, you do it. Blow jobs, butt sex, fisting, etc. You're basically a fleshlight that someone built a person around. And the last thing, and this is important, if you significantly disobey me or break those rules, I will punish you. And I'm good at punishing people. So think about how good I would be punishing a dog." She hung up.

I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do about the principal.

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The next morning, I woke up and showered before putting on my uniform from the day before. I looked in the mirror and, while it wasn't see through, there was no mistaking my tits. A cold breeze and I'd being poking through. The skirt seemed to cover enough of pussy that I'd just have to careful not to bend over too often.

The thing about this arrangement is that I want it and don't want it simultaneously. It'd be great to be a normal girl, but I also have this insatiable craving to be dominated and humiliated.

I left the house quickly to catch a bus. I waited at the stop in the cold weather with no jacket. I couldn't decide if Rita would be upset if I had one, but I figured it was best not to test her. So I waited in the cold. 

The bus pulled up and, right away, I could see all the other students looking over me. I climbed aboard and walked down the aisle to find a seat. I could feel the boys pore over my body with lust, and several girls shot my ugly looks. A few envious glances. 

I found a seat in the back. A couple of burn-outs sat in front of me. The bus rolled forward, merging back into traffic.

"Hey, forgot to put something on before you left the house?" One of the kids in front of me, I think his name was Scotty, had turned around to face me, looking down at me. Not particularly attractive, but was in good shape. His friend turned around shortly after him. Not sure of his name. Ronald? A rotund kid that wheezed when he was out of breath, smelled funny, and had been mostly a loner until he started smoking pot last summer.

"What do you mean?" I was playing coy, seeing where it went.

"Everyone can see your nipples," said Ronald, snorting as he laughed uncomfortably. We were the only students in the back section of the bus, so I was feeling courageous. Nervous energy. Who knew what the rest of the day would be like. Might as well have some fun while I still can. I gave a goofy 'oh really?' look and pulled my shirt down, like I was straightening it out. I was just making myself stand out a little more.

"Do you like them?" I asked both of them, looking in Ronald's eyes and then back to Scotty. Ronald's face went bright red and Scotty was practically foaming at the mouth.

"I mean, uh, y'know, I couldn't get a great look before," Scotty stammered.

"Oh, okay," I replied with a smile. I looked down upon my 34C breasts, running my hands over them for the boys, pushing them up and showing them off. I looked back at them. "Do you want to see them?" I offered. They both nodded. I bit my lip and winked at them, patting down the empty seats on either side of me.

They practically stumbled over themselves to get back there with me. Scotty sat between me and the window while Ronald sat on the end, his body leaking over the edge, no doubt. I sunk down a little in my seat, giving them a better view. I pulled up my shirt up over my head and took it off completely. Their jaws were dragging the floor. I ran my hands over my perky tits, tweaking my nipples in the process. Then, when I'm sure they were about to jizz in their boxers, I grabbed Ronald's right hand and Scotty's left, sat them down on the tit nearest them.

"Holy shit, bro," Ronald exclaimed under his labored breathing. I thought I heard some other students a few seats down murmuring about something, and even though they weren't able to see the good stuff, I would be surprised if most of that bus didn't know what was going on.

They both played with them fairly timidly, likely trying not to ruin this tremendous fortune they'd fallen into. I ran my hand down their thighs, pulling them closer to me. My hands wandered, finding their crotches. 

"Oooh, are you boys getting hard for me?" I asked as I squeezed when my hands found their cocks. Scotty was a little above average, and Ronald a little below. Nothing I couldn't work with. Their hands started fondling me more aggressively. I found their zippers and pulled them open. I had to put in some effort to wish Ronald's out, but Scotty's cock popped out and said hello right away.

"Am I a bad girl, boys?" I asked, putting on my pouty face.

"Yeah, yeah, real bad girl," Scotty answered. 

I pumped slowly, knowing they were liable to blow at any second. Ronald closed his eyes and fondled, it was adorable. Scotty was thick and I enjoyed feeling the weight of his cock in my hand. I could tell they were getting close, and the school bus was on the last leg of the route. 

"You boys wanna cum on my tits?" I proposed. They both got excited looks on their face, like I just gave them both $100.

The boys scrambled onto their knees in the seat, pointing their dicks at my chest. Ronald pumped frantically, wheezing, sweat dripping from his forehead. Scotty jerked quickly, putting a hand on the seat to steady himself. I pushed my tits together, biting my lips and gave them my best "starved for cum" eyes. Ronald blew first, spurting across my tits with an average sized load. He then quickly buckled himself up and moved back into his seat. Scotty was just about there, too, so I pushed myself closer to him. He aimed his cock downward, unleashing a thick, velvety ropes of hot jizz all over my chest. He keeps pumping, trying to push all out all of the cum he could muster. I didn't have a towel, so I started rubbing all of this cum into my tits and skin like lotion. I'd clean up inside. 

Scotty let his cock dangle above me when he was done, still hard as a rock. I sat up a little, moved my head forward and slowly pushed as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. Then I pulled back, let it pop out of my mouth. He thumped on my cheeks a few times, and then the bus rolled into its stop. 

"You're gonna be late for class," I giggled.

"Fuck, you're one nasty bitch," he replied.

"I just love a nice dick in the morning. Gets my day going," I said as he put himself back together, climbed over me and grabbed his stuff to leave. Ronald and Scotty high-fived, looked back at me once and then took off down the aisle. I put my shirt back, licked my fingers clean and then followed them out.

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It took all of three class periods before I heard my name called.

"Greta Greggs, please report to the Principals office."

A few boys that sat in the back had been whispering about me, within earshot, all class period. When I stood up, I looked at them and then, as I turned to walk out, I quickly lifted my skirt up and gave them a peek. 

I was turning into an incredibly depraved slut and I was loving it. It was like freedom, doing exactly what I wanted, when I wanted.

I entered into lobby of the main office.

"Have a seat there, Principal Sankey will be right with you," said the secretary. 

I found my chair and thought about what I would need to do. Would it work? Sankey was an attractive older man. Sturdy with a tree-trunk torso. You could tell from the way his shirts fit that he was in great shape. I could feel myself getting wet as I thought about how large his cock must be.

And then his office door opened, and Rita walked out. She didn't say anything, just smiled and winked before exiting.

"Greta, my office," demanded Sankey.

I marched in behind him. He held the door open as I took my seat. Then he shut it, walking back to his desk. He sat down, looked over me. I could feel my shirt sticking to the cum dried on my chest. I wondered if he could tell.

"I assume you know why you're here, because this flamboyant disregard for dress code policy can only be construed has intentional," he explained.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm being bad," I responded, pouty lips and some fluttering eyelashes. He just smirked.

"What happened to the sweater I gave you yesterday?" he wondered.

"It got dirty," I said, coyly.

"We're strict about dress code, and I was cutting you a break yesterday. But if you're going to keep doing this, I'll have to explore punishment options," he said.

"All the boys and girls say I'm a slut," I replied, catching him off guard.

"Well, Greta, that's the kind of thing people start to wonder when they see someone so scantily clad. Especially in a setting like this," he told me.

"But if it's just because of my clothes," I said, pausing to pull up my skirt and lift my legs and spread. "Why am I so wet all the time?"

Sankey was frozen. I stuffed my right hand into my mouth and then lowered it into my pussy. You could hear it squish in the silence of the office. 

"Greta, you have to stop," he said unconvincingly. 

"If you let me wear this outfit, I'll do stuff for you. To you," I pleaded. "Sometimes, when I'm bored in class, I slip my hand down here like this—"

"Great, please," he tried to interrupt.

"And think about you and your hard body and your big, fat, black dick," I cooed.

"Greta, this is inappropriate. I recommend—"

"Is it big and fat like I thought, Mr. Sankey?" I said, ignoring his pleas. 

"Greta, stop," he demanded. 

I stood up, letting my skirt fall back down. Let him think I was done. Then I walked to his door and locked it.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

With my back to him, I slowly peeled my shirt off my body. I then bent forward, lowering my skirt over my young, bubble butt. I turned to him, naked as the day I was born. He continued to protest as I sauntered to him, passing his desk and then lowering myself to my knees in front of him. He was protesting, but still turned his chair to face me. I placed my hands on either of his thighs, crawling closer. 

"Come on, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, right?" I suggested. I found his cock, hard as a rock through his pants. I heard him grunt as I gripped it. I could tell it was massive, as I'd thought.

Then he reached down, unzipped his pants and produced the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Ten inches, at least. Thick as my forearm. I licked my lips as he slowly pumped it, priming it for me.

"Oh, Mr. Sankey, I'm glad we could see eye to dick on this," I giggled.

Then he grabbed my face roughly, squeezing my cheeks together forcefully. He pulled me close, face to face. 

"Call me daddy, slut," he ordered. I nodded.

"Of course, daddy," I agreed.

"Open your mouth, and don't close it," he demanded. I complied, dropping my jaw open. Then he stood in front of me, guiding his cock into my mouth. 

It didn't fit, not even a little bit. He gripped my head and forced me down as much as I could go. Leaving my mouth open was causing drool to pool inside of my mouth. It slopped up against his cock, dripping down my chin and ending up on my chest. I pushed my tits together to catch as much as I could. I bobbed back and forth, not really fitting more than an inch inside. A puddle of saliva was forming beneath me as it leaked from between my tits and down my belly.

He pulled out of my mouth, and pulled my head backwards, so that my face was looking toward the ceiling. Then his cock was above my face, and he pushed it all over, wiping spit all across, smearing make up and lipstick. He thumped it on my cheeks, which felt like someone dropped a football on me. 

"Stand up, baby," he said. I obeyed. He turned my so that I was facing his desk. He smacked my ass. "Bend over."

"Yes, daddy," I said. "Are you gonna give me big dick of yours, daddy?"

"Is that what you want?" he asked. He massaged my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as I arched my back, giving him a good look at my sopping gash. "Beg me for it."

"Please, daddy, give me that big, black dick," I pleaded. "I'm aching for that big dick of yours, daddy."

I felt him press the head of his cock at my pussy. The head alone barely fit, but he started to push. I took my hands and spread my cheeks apart. 

"Take that pussy, daddy. Rape my pussy with your black dick." That's all he needed to hear, and he started aggressively pushing his cock back and forth. I felt pangs of pain as he awkwardly crammed himself inside my hot snatch. "You're so big daddy."

He had about half of his monster buried in my pussy when he started really thrusting. My ass slapped against him as he suffocated my cunt with his schlong. I gripped the edge of the desk as he plowed deeper.

"You're gonna take all of this dick, and it's gonna hurt," he warned. I started to respond but he plunged as deep as he could, and I covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream. Again and again, he ripped into me, pushing deeper with every stroke. I felt my pussy expand around his thick, veiny cock with every shove. 

"I'm almost all the way in, baby. Does that hurt?" he asked, not slowing down.

"Yes, daddy, it hurts," I admitted.

"But you fucking love it," he replied.

"Yes, daddy, give it to me," I moaned.

"You nasty fucking trash," he said with disgust.

He pounded harder and faster, and I couldn't believe there was still more dick incoming. And then, he pulled back and then, letting out a tremendous, powerful grunt, pushed his cock deep into my pussy, up to the hilt. I could feel his body shake as he unleashed his load deep into my cunt. He gave me some long, powerful thrusts as he emptied himself out in my hole. He unsheathed and I squirted out towards him, my body convulsing in orgasm. 

"Fuck, now I have to change. You got your whore juice all over me," he said.

"I'm sorry, daddy. You just fucked me so good," I moaned.

"Get your clothes on and get to class," he ordered.

I stumbled to my clothes by the door, feeling some of his cum drip down my leg. He tossed me a hand towel, remembering that I had throat slop across my face. I wiped myself up, pulled on my skirt and shirt, and started out when Rita walked right past as I opened the door.

"Ms. Crowder? C-c-can I help you?" he asked, surprised.

"No, just forgot my phone," Rita said with a smile. She grabbed her phone, which sat on a book shelf near the door. "Oh, whoops, I left the video recording this entire time. Hope my battery isn't dead!"

"That video was recording this entire time?" He was shocked, and likely scared.




Gushing Greta Ch. 03



"Yep. So, just honor your little arrangement here, and it'll never find its way online," she said with a wink. "Later!"

I followed her out. 

"I can't believe you did that!" I exclaimed.

"You want to watch, don't you? So do I. I bet his cock is huge. Let's hit the bathroom, watch in there before class is out."

We took off to the bathroom for a little viewing party.



Gushing Greta Ch. 04



There is some taboo language and race play contained herein. If that bothers you, maybe avoid this piece.

*****

The semester was over. 

Ever since my meeting (or 'meating', rather) with Principal Sankey, Rita has mostly hands off. Maybe she's busy with finals. Maybe she lost interest in me.

I kept wearing the same uniform regardless. I was coming to terms with my new sexual identity. I kept myself up at night thinking about getting railed by the Principal that morning. Or the bus ride before that, giving handjobs to those bewildered kids on the bus. Watching the youth group masturbate around me before getting plowed in my asshole. Rita's fist up my cunt. And, when it all started, getting spit-roasted in the weightlifting room. I embraced every detail as part of my new life as a whore.

So it was a disappointing week. That is, until I got home after the last day before winter break. 

"Honey, a friend of yours dropped off a letter of some kind. It's on your bed," my dad informed me as I made it home.

"Thanks, Pops," I told him, sweetly. I felt his eyes scan over my body with disappointment.

"I think your clothes are due for a wash," he added.

"Yeah, probably," I giggled as I rushed upstairs. I burst into my room, surprised how anxious I had become. I could see from the doorway that it had "From Rita" written in big letters on the front. I could barely contain myself.

I leapt onto the bed and ripped the letter open. It read:

"Hope you enjoyed your little break this last week, because we're going to be making up for lost time tonight. We're gonna find out just how much of a whore you are. Someone is going to pick you up at 9 P.M. Be ready."

9 PM couldn't come fast enough. Decided to really whore it up, putting on lots of cheap looking red lipstick and plenty of mascara. Put my hair into pigtails and shaved my pussy bald. And then made sure I was generally shaved clean from the head down.

I was putting my school outfit back on when I heard my Dad knock on the door.

"Your friends are here, it looks like."

I opened up the door and my Dad looked me up and down. I kissed him on the cheek and quickly bounced downstairs. I wondered if he noticed my panty-less bottom under my skirt as I raced to the door. And if he did, why hadn't he said anything? Oh well, no time for that now.

I stepped out into the cold winter air, Rita standing in front of a gray conversion van. She patted the door next to her, leaning up against the passenger door.

"Hop in, slut," she ordered. She threw the door open and I stepped inside. She closed it and we were off down the street.

"I like the makeup, it suits you."

I smirked. The inside of the van had been fitted with some dark red colored lighting and shag carpeting. I assumed this was a van belonging to a drug dealer, but I had no idea.

"Take off your clothes. You won't need them, they'll just get in the way."

I complited immediately. Helps that I was really only wearing a shirt, a skirt, and some sandals.

"You even shaved. The boys will like that."

I could feel blood rush up and down my body. Boys. Was I going to my first gang bang? Rita tossed something in front of me. A collar.

"I took that from my Great Dane. Should fit you okay. If not, doesn't matter. You'll wear it regardless."

I picked it up, and it definitely smelled like it had been on a dog for years. It was old, black leather with studs. Rita hooked a leash onto it.

"You go where I lead you and stay where I leave you. Can your dumb whore brain comprehend that?"

I nodded. 

"We're here, Rita." A male voice from up front. I couldn't see who it was. I wondered if he'd be putting his cock in my body at some point tonight.

Rita slid the door open, stepping out. She tugged on the leash and I followed her onto the concrete path. I walked behind her towards the house. It was pretty big, two stories up, and probably plenty of space in the basement. It was in one of the fancier neighborhoods in town. One of those areas where everyone has a gigantic, huge modern home.

Rita must have been enjoying the leash because she kept tugging on it, all the way until we reached the front door. Before she rang the doorbell, she turned and pulled something out of her purse.

"Here. Thank me later."

It was a pair of kneepads.

"Put'em on. Don't wanna keep the fellas waiting."

I slipped them on. It felt weird, standing on a stranger's porch butt ass naked, except for the dog collar around my neck and the kneepads on my legs.

The front door opened, and there stood two tall black guys. Both could be athletes, but I didn't recognize them.

"Party's here."

They looked me up and down, licking their lips.

"She'll do."

Rita tugged and I followed. We walked through the house, and I started to recognize faces from school. It was embarrassing and humiliating, but I was already getting wet from the attention. My perky, C-cup tits stood at attention and several guys reached out to touch as we walked through. Rita led me downstairs to the basement. The music was loud and the air was full of clouds of pot smoke. There was a big opening in the middle of the basement, and in the middle sat a kiddie pool.

"Get in, cunt."

I stepped in, getting to my knees almost by default. Rita took the the end of the least, strapping it to a beam that hung over me. I wasn't going anywhere. Guys started to gather around. Guys I knew and others I didn't. They passed around blunts and cans of beer, all smiling down over me.

"Listen up, boys. This is Greta. Some of you go to school with her. Maybe you've seen her tight little bubble butt in the hall and always wanted to squeeze it. Tonight's the night for you."

They all cheered loudly in response.

"She's here for whatever. Fuck her face, fuck her asshole, fuck her pussy, cum inside her, cum on her, piss on her, whatever. She's like a sexy toilet."

They all laughed at that. I grimaced at the mention of pissing.

"If you're done with your beer, dump the rest out on her. Maybe give her some. Point is, she's all yours."

And just like that, Rita disappeared into the crowd.

The first guy to approach me was a tall and black. He was wearing baggy jeans and a loose white tee shirt, but judging by the definition of his muscles on his arms, he was undoubtedly jacked under there. 

"Girl, your daddy must be proud of you," he told me. I nodded. He reached out and grabbed my right pig tail. With his other hand, he traced it along my cheek to my mouth, slipping it in as I sucked on it, closing my eyes as he explored my mouth with his index finger. 

More guys came close. I recognized Matt, pitcher for our baseball team. He got behind me, giving my ass a squeeze and a few slaps. Another black boy approached me, red solo cup in hand. He put it to my lips. I'd never drank beer before, so when the first sip reached my lips, I gagged and spit it back.

"Aw shit, this bitch got my shirt wet!" exclaimed the guy whose finger had been in my mouth previously. He looked nonplussed about the incident.

"Guess she isn't much of a drinker," said the boy with the drink, who then turned it towards me, splashing it on my face. The smell of beer with strong in my nose. 

The first guy pulled his cock out, swinging it against my face. It was heavy and thick, thudding against my cheek. Probably about nine inches long, almost as thick as the narrowest part of my arm. The other guy took his out, which could have been the opposite. Not too long, but impossibly thick.

The first guy ceased slapping his cock on my face and found my mouth. I could fit less than half of his monster in my mouth. He gripped my ponytails hard, causing me to moan in pain on his cock. He pulled my head violently back and forth. Behind me, Matt was pulling my bottom up. My head still being forced over a giant black dong, I stood in a bent position, feeling the head of Matt's (I think) penis pressing against my slit. I didn't see what it looked like, but the pain that shot up my torso as he tried to squeeze into my tight teenage pussy was enough to assume it was a giant. The cock in my mouth was pulled out suddenly.

"Scream, bitch!" he told me, and I did. "You like that?"

"Yes, sir!" I exclaimed as Matt wedged his dick in even further. Matt then smacked my ass.

"You like having this fat dick in your pussy, bitch?" Matt asked as he pushed in and out, feeling like I was about to burst open.

"Fuck me with that fat dick!" I cried out.

"Yeah! Fuck that bitch, Matt!" someone egged on from the crowd. I felt more cups of beer being dumped over me. Matt's ample schlong was ripping my cunt open, at least that's how it felt. 

Then Greg pushed in from the crowd. He was a guy I dated last year and he was not happy when I decided to move on without giving it up.

"Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here," he said to me as Matt railed furiously into my sopping wet gash. "Don't you have something to say to me?"

I looked at him with a mixture of pain and pleasure on my face.

"No?" he asked. I didn't know what he wanted me to say and I couldn't focus with this anaconda slithering in and out of my cock socket.

He slapped me right across the face.

"Tell me you're sorry. You made a mistake."

In between moaning and cringing from the massive cock in my vagina, I managed to respond, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

He slapped me again, backhanded. I started crying from the pain. I was overwhelmed, receiving for both ends. Mascara ran down my ruddy cheeks. Greg reached out, smearing my tears over my mouth with my lipstick.

"Now you're looking more like yourself," Greg said, laughing.

"Fuck! I'm about to bust a nut in this whore's pussy," Matt shouted from behind me. The first guy stepped towards me again, waving his big, black dong in front of me.

"Is this what you like, baby? Big, black dicks?" I nodded. "Don't look at me, tell him."

I looked his way, watching as he stroked his cock up and down, streaked with my throat juice. 

"Fuck this slut is tight, bro," Matt called out again, ramping up to an orgasm.

"C'mon, Greta, tell this man what you like," Greg said again, more forcefully.

"I like big, black dicks," I sputtered as Matt shoved into my harder and harder, practically hollowing me out like a turkey on Thanksgiving day.

The nameless black guy let go of his cock, taking hold of my pigtails again. "Nah, baby. You like nigger dick, don't you?" He slid his cock into my mouth and down my throat slowly, fitting probably three quarters of it. He pulled it back out slowly, saliva dripping down my chin. "Tell me you love that nigger dick, bitch."

"Yes, I love that nigger dick."

"Fuck yeah you do," he said and started choking me with his meat sword. At the same time, Matt reached his limit, and I felt him pulsating strongly in my pussy as he dumped his load into my dick sleeve. He pulled out, and the mixture of pleasure, pain, and relief spurred me into an earth-shattering orgasm, squirting all over Matt. My legs tensed up but it didn't slow down the black dick intent on choking me unconscious.

Right before I thought I was going to pass out, he pulled his dick out. 

"I want that ass, baby girl," he told me. He moved around me, spreading my buttcheeks wide.

"Get down in the pool, bitch," Greg ordered. "Ass up, faced down. Slurp up some of that booze into your gullet. This looks like it's gonna hurt."

The crowd really gathered around now, dumping backwashed beer and empty cups around me. A few guys that had been jerking off knelt down and came into my eager mouth.

I felt the cock pressed up against my asshole and groaned. "Beg me for it, whore," he told me.

"Please fuck my ass."

"C'mon, slut. Tell everyone what you want."

I looked up, saw what seemed to be an infinite number of men surrounding me. Ogling and rubbing their cocks, anticipating the sight of his giant black cock in my small asshole.

"I want to get ass-raped by this big, nigger dick," I announced to my adoring fans. They cheered and applauded as he slowly crammed his immense shaft into my asshole. He pushed in and out as he got deeper and deeper. I cried from the pain, moaned from the pleasure.

He sped up as my asshole gaped open. Didn't take a lot of effort since his cock was covered in my gag spit. He was thrusting his full length in and out.

"I can't believe people used to respect you. Look at you now," Greg said, watching an extra-large cock squeeze into my petite asshole. "Just a worthless, trashy whore." Greg then unzipped himself. I thought he was going to force his cock into my throat, but then I felt a warm stream of urine rain down my back, running down into my hair, mixing with the sweat and booze in the pool.

Then the cock that had been sliding up and down with relative ease, decided he hadn't gone deep enough. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum in this bitch's stomach," he said. Everyone laughed and cheered. Then he plunged himself down powerfully. I started screaming from the pain, as I was clearly not designed to accept cocks of just any length or girth I wanted. Then he started jackhammering from that deep, deep position. I was trying to rub my clit, but the pressure was immense. I was bawling like I just found out my favorite pet died in front me.

"Please, it hurts! Owowowow!" I cried out. Laughter was the only response. "Please cum, I can't take it!"

Then, after two long, forceful strokes, he dug himself as deep as he could and deposited his cum deep into my intestine. Then he pulled out and I felt like I wasn't going to be able to use my legs. He walked around me, grabbing my head.

"Clean me up, cunt."

"I can't... I can't use my..." I stammered.

"I don't give a fuck, clean your ass off my dick," he responded. He grabbed my hair again, my pigtails barely still on. He lifted me that way, pulling me up to eye level with his dong. I could smell my asshole on his dick, as well as cum. 

Some guy in the back provided commentary, "Dude, she's so fucking nasty. She's gonna suck that shit up!"

And I did. He pushed it into my mouth and I took as much as I could. I gagged as I worked my mouth along his cock, but did as I was told.

Then all of a sudden, there was loud commotion from upstairs. Lots of shouting and running going on.

"Hey, what's going on?" someone in the crowd asked no one in particular.

There was some people running down the stairs into the basement.

"Police! Five-Oh! Get the fuck out of here!" they shouted. 

"Sorry, baby, I ain't going to jail over your nasty ass," I was told and he pulled out, joining the mad rush out the door. No one seemed interested in untying my lease.

"See you around, whore," Greg told me before he took off with the others.

After the crowded dispersed, it was quiet. I wondered if Rita was still here, waiting for an 'all clear' before retrieving me.

Then I saw the beam of a flashlights pouring down the stairs from above.

"I can smell the weed pretty strongly down here." Three police officers came down, looking around for paraphernalia and drugs, I assumed. It wasn't along until they spotted me. A sloppy mess in a pool of booze, with a hint of urine.

"What's your name, ma'am? Are you okay?" I recognized the first officer that approached me. The others must be new, as I hadn't seen them before. Small enough town and you can spot a newbie.

"My name is Greta, and yes." I made no attempt to undue my collar, just sat on my knees.

One of the officers hit the basement light, and they all looked me over. The officer I recognized, Daniels, stepped forward.

"I know you. Bobby's girl," he said and I nodded.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked, innocently enough.

"That depends. Where are the drugs at?" He responded.

"I don't know," I answered, truthfully.

"I don't think you're daddy would be too happy to find out what you've been up to, would he?"

"No, sir," I said with pouty lips.

"Maybe you cooperate, and we can't forget we saw you here."

"I haven't seen anything, I promise," I told him again.

Officer Daniels got real close to me, squatting down to look at me in the eyes.

"You're being a really bad girl, aren't you?" He said. I nodded. "Cut her down," he ordered the other two. That cut the leash and Daniels pulled me by the arm towards a living area. He sat down on an ottoman as the other two officers stood behind me. "Get on your knees," he ordered and I obeyed.

He pulled his nightstick from his utility belt, aiming it at me.

"Bad boys and girls get the stick, Greta. Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

"I don't know anything," I offered a third time.

"That's unfortunate," he said as he laid his nightstick across my cheek. "Can you feel that?" I nodded. "I've hurt a lot of men with this thing. Punished them with it." He dangled the nightstick in front of me like a cock. "Open your mouth." I did.

He pushed the nightstick into my mouth. I felt the hardness of it against my teeth as he pushed deeper. 

He pulled it out, and grabbed me by the throat to stand me up on my feet. He undid his pants and dropped them. His big schlong flopped out and I could feel it bump against my thighs. He sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him, straddling.

"Are you gonna be a good little girl, Greta?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

His cock found my pussy. Not as big as Matt's third arm, but big enough to get me soaking wet with just a few strokes.

"Your daddy raised up a real filthy whore, didn't he?" 

"Yes, sir."

"Officer Ryan has a pretty generous portion of meat just like me. Have you ever had cock in your pussy and ass at the same time, Greta?"

"No, sir."

"But you want it, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

I heard Ryan drop his pants behind me, his belt clinging against the floor. I felt him get close as his pecker pushed up against my love tunnel. He groaned as he slid in, likely surprised by how ready I was. 

"Fuck, she's got a legit whore asshole back here," Ryan told Daniels.

I'd never felt so full and satisfied. Especially after they matched rhythm, plowing in and out of me at a steady pace. 

Officer Ryan didn't last long, dumping his load into my asshole within just a few minutes.

"Well, you're asshole has been well-used, but how about we stretch this gash of your open?"

Daniels was already at maximum capacity, he'd only gotten harder inside of me and now felt rooted in. The other officer dropped his pants and I felt him replace Ryan, his cock aimed at the top of my pussy hole. The officer pressed down against Daniels throbbing monster and I felt them hold me in place. 

"I don't think it's gonna fit," I mumbled. Daniels responded by grabbing my throat and slapping me. I cried out.

"Shut the fuck up, whore."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"No, call me daddy, now. I want you to think about how your daddy would feel if he could see you, two men cramming their cocks in your pussy."

"Yes, daddy," I submitted.

And then the second officer pushed in, sliding right into my pussy with Daniels. The pleasure was intense. I thought I was gonna go blind from the intensity. They both wrecked my sopping gash with abandon, pulling my hair, smacking my ass, slapping my face, fingering my asshole with the tears streaming down my face, a result of the pleasure and pain of having two meaty rockets rip my pussy open.

"Cum inside me, daddy! Please!" I begged as they rocked me sideways.

"Fuuucck!" Daniels exclaimed. Both officer came in my pussy as I squirted around their cocks still filling my axe wound. I started to shake and moan as I came the hardest I'd ever came. They pulled out, tossing me to the side.

"All right, boys. Let's get out of here. Maybe after her asshole recovers we can try double dipping in there."

They laughed and high-fived as I shivered on the couch, lost in orgasmic bliss.



Gushing Greta Ch. 05



Everyone had heard about my mini-gangbang by the time Spring semester started. It was starting to become generally known that I was the school whore. Someone actually scrawled "Whore Hound" on my locker one day. Rita laughed, wished she had thought of that. I touched myself, feeling the slight wetness between my legs. I was all in. The degradation just made everything more irresistible. 

The gangbang house party was the most public I'd ever been fucked. Rita seemed to be at least generally concerned that the more public my sex-capades became, the more likely it could put one or both of us at risk, legally speaking. Fucking outside, near a school more importantly, has gotten people on sex offender lists before, y'know?

I was obedient to Rita, but because of the risk, she wasn't making me do much. Principal Sankey had called me into his office on the first day of school, I suppose in an attempt to reinforce our understanding. He had me slobber over his cock for half an hour, no hands, until he came. I was still wearing my same ol' dirty uniform that Rita always made me wear. Now it was covered in semen stains, stiff in several parts. Sankey had me on my knees, but leaning backwards against the wall, my hands down my skirt, of course. He mostly just watched as my eighteen year old face slowly bounced up and down on his long, thick monster, spit dribbling down my mouth. Because I was leaning back, I was drooling all over the front of my shirt. He didn't care. He finished in my mouth, making me open up and show him his seed before I swallowed it all down.

Apart from this, I was in a relative dry spell. This all changed on a Monday morning, however, and I didn't even realize it yet.

There was a new kid, named Tyrone. He was tall, probably around 6'5", and ripped. Not super beefy, just very toned and muscular. He was also a troublemaker. 

He wasn't technically "new", he had just gotten out of juvenile detention. Before that he was homeschooled, but when he got caught boosting cars and stealing from liquor stores, his mother decided public school might help develop a sense of purpose. Rita had overheard a teacher describing him as "sadly reinforcing an unfortunate stereotype". 

After school that day, I was hanging out in the library. I don't like to go home immediately after school, which means I usually miss the bus. But there was a neighbor kid that loved giving me rides home when I wanted. He'd just wait around until I asked him for a ride home, acting like he had some other reason for staying after school that happened to always end right when I needed him.

The fact that I would usually blow him on the ride back helped, too.

I was technically his girlfriend, which I always forget. His name is Tyler, and he's kind of a dork. But he's cute enough, which helps since his dick is MAYBE average. When you aren't packing much heat, you have to at least be kind.

Anyway, because I would blow him, Tyler asked if I was his girlfriend. I shrugged and said, "Sure." Tyler apparently didn't realize, or was in denial, that I was the school fuck toy. So the fact that he wasn't bothered when he happily made a display of holding my hand in the hallway and everyone would snicker or laugh, meant that he just liked to be able to say he had a girlfriend. I mean, whatever. 

So I'm in the library when Tyrone walks in, over towards the non-fiction section. It's not a big library by any means, but it's understaffed. By "understaffed" I meant that there's only one librarian, and she's usually in the back doing anything but be visible to anyone in the library.

Tyrone is looking at some books, and I kind of walk up behind him.

"That's a good one," I said.

He stops and looks at me. "You've read it?" he asks. I nod. He looks at me for a minute. 

"Your shirt is disgusting," he says. "What's your name?"

"I'm Greta," I said, and hold my hand out to shake his. He just looks at my hand, extended out there in the air foolishly.

He smiles, knowingly. He learns quick.

"I've heard about you," he says.

"What have you heard?" I ask. He sets down his back pack.

"I've heard you get around," he answers.

"That's putting it lightly," I remark. Ever since I embraced this role, I've become much more bold.

"You like black guys?" he asks.

"Sure. I like any guys. Girls, too," I reply.

"You got a boyfriend?"

"No. Well, uh, actually, yes, technically. But not really. It's a thing. A casual thing, I mean," I say, awkwardly. 

Just then, I hear Tyler enter the library. Apparently couldn't wait to get his dick in my mouth. I know he enters, because he starts shouting my name.

"Greta! Babe, you hear? You ready?" He's asking. I don't break eye contact with Tyrone.

"That's your boy?" he wonders.

I nod.

"His dick bigger than mine?" He asks, pulling his monstrous member out of his shorts. Principal Sankey has the biggest cock I've probably ever taken, but this thing, semi-hard, it probably about as long and nearly as thick.

I can't take my eyes off. I shake my head. He puts it back, and I whimper.

"Fuck, you can't get enough," he says, laughing.

"Greta, there you are!" Tyler says as he happens upon us. "Are you ready?"

"Uh, sure," I stammer.

"Yo, what you drive, man?" Tyrone asks him.

"Uh, well, today I'm driving my Dad's van. Beamer is in the shop," he says.

"You wanna smoke some of this green?" He replies, pulling a bag of weed from his backpack.

"Yes, let's do that!" I say, cheerily. Tyler is wary, but likes that I'm excited and agrees.

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Half an hour later and the three of us are all blitzed out of our minds. At least, I am. I think Tyler is too nervous around Tyrone. And Tyrone has probably plenty of experience with the stuff, so he seems to be pretty chill.

I felt warm and fuzzy all over and just wanted to be touched. I crawled closer to Tyler and started kissing him on his neck and ear.

"Hey, hey, uh, what's gotten into you, babe?" Tyler asked, nervously.

"Touch me, Tyler," I said, breathlessly. Apparently weed really turns me on. Tyler looks at Tyrone and then back at me.

"Don't mind me, man. I ain't hatin' watch some fine ass white girl gettin' her freak on," he told Tyler.

Tyler was still reluctant. They were sitting on either end of the bench seat in the back of the windowless van. I got down between Tyler's leg and rubbed the inside of his thighs, moving towards his cock. 

"C'mon baby, I wanna suck you," I cooed. "Do you want to put your dick in my mouth?"

"This is inappropriate, c'mon," he pleaded.

I pulled off my filthy shirt, slowly unclasped my bra and let it fall below me. I caressed my tits for him and Tyrone. I could tell Tyler was hard, but still didn't want to give it up. That's when I hear Tyrone undo his belt and pull down his jeans, kicking them away quickly. He sat across from Tyler, whose eyes were as wide as the sun, and massaged his rock hard cock. I felt like I was drooling.

"Come over here girl, lemme feed you," he says.

"Hey, man, that's my girlfriend," Tyler said in a panic. "Greta, come on, I'm ready!" Tyler pulled his pants down, exposing his rock hard 5 inch white cock. It wasn't terribly long, but it was fairly thick given its size.

"Baby, you're so hard," I said, trying to not just shove Tyrone's cock into my cunt right away.

"Yeah, it's for you babe. You're so sexy, baby," Tyler continued to plead, like he was talking me off the ledge.

I crawled towards Tyrone, putting my hand around his giant cock. Tyler didn't say anything, but he did start touching himself.

"You like watching me touch his dick?" I asked.

"You like this shit, man? It's cool, a lot of people are into this," Tyrone added.

Tyler couldn't say anything, just started slowly pumping his cock as I jerked Tyrone.

"You see, this girl will do anything for some dick. Ain't that right?" I nodded. "And this is the biggest dick she ever seen." I nodded again. "That means, this fat-assed white girl is gonna do whatever the fuck I want. Ain't the right?" I nodded. "Say it, bitch."

"I'll do anything you want," I told him, my eyes locked onto his shaft.

"No hands." I put my hands to my side. "Tyler, get behind her and hold her hands behind her back."

Tyler hesitated.

"Motherfucker, get behind her. You deaf?" I ordered again, and Tyler complied. He gripped my wrists behind the small of my back as Tyrone pointed his enormous prick at my face.

"Dig in, whore," he told me, laughing. I lowered my head and gobbled up the top end of his cock hungrily. "That's right, gag on that dick." I could feel Tyler's cock against my bottom as I slurped up my own drool on Tyrone's erect penis. 

Then I heard my phone ringing.

"Is that your phone, slut?" I answered, grunting over his dick, affirmatively. "Tyler, give me her phone."

I could tell by the sound that I was being Facetimed. And the only person that I Facetimed was Rita. Tyler gave Tyrone the phone.

"Who dis?" Tyler asked, smiling at the camera.

"This is Rita. Where is Greta?" 

"Greta is busy, ho," Tyrone responded. He then turned the camera around, and I felt the illumination from the screen against my face. 

"What a fucking whore. Lost track of you for one afternoon and you're off blowing some nigger," Rita said, anger in her voice. Tyrone turned it back around.

"Bitch, what was that? You got something to say to this nigger?"

"Yeah, she belongs to me. Give her up," Rita demanded.

"Tell you what, don't worry 'bout that. This bitch is mine now. You can come and find her, and maybe, if I'm feeling friendly, I'll break you off a piece of this big nigga dick. Maybe fuck some of that attitude out of you," he said, laughing. He ended the call, tossing my phone onto the couch next to him. "C'mon, deeper bitch. Tyler, grab her hair and help push her onto my cock."

Tyler grabbed my hair, apparently okay with taking orders now. I tried to push myself down as much as I could, but his cock was huge. I lifted my head back for another attempt, and Tyler started pushing me back down, getting me about halfway down his shaft.

"Aight, let her go." Tyler relented, letting me off his cock. "Tyler hold her up right, and bitch, keep your mouth open. I wanna watch that drool drip down your chin and over them fine, white titties."

Tyler held me up right, still on my knees, as I looked eye-to-eye with Tyrone. He worked his cock up and down as I felt my drool dripping off my chin. I raised my hands to my breasts, pushing them together and catching the drool as it fell.

"Yeah, I like that shit," Tyrone said. "Turn around and lemme see that fat-ass I been dreaming about." I obeyed, turning around and lifting up my skirt. Tyrone pulled at my panties, ripping them off. "On all fours, and pop that ass up for me, ho." I did as he said. Tyrone then squatted down behind me and I could feel him rubbing the tip of his johnson back and forth on my slit.

"Tell me what you want, baby?" he asked.

"I want your dick," I replied.

"You want this nigga dick, huh?" he replied.

"Yeah, bury that nigga dick in my cunt, master," I told him. 

Tyrone split my pussy open wide, wider than I'd ever felt it. I screamed out. Tyrone grabbed onto my hips, pushing himself in deeper.

"Fuck, baby, that nigga dick is so big," I said, painfully. Tyler was masturbating near my head, but I could only focus on the immense mixture of pain and pleasure in my pussy. 

"Fuck, this shit is tight for a white whore like you, girl," he told me.

"Ruin my pussy with your nigga dick," I told him. I could tell that he really got off on the raceplay, which was a win-win for me. Or a win-win-win considering that Tyler was about to bust just watching. I pushed myself back to meet Tyrone's thrust, feeling his cock getting deeper and deeper inside my cunt.

"Bitch, I'm gonna rip this shit in two," Tyrone said as he rode his dick behind me. Then I heard a pounding on the van outisde.

"Greta, are you in there?" It was Rita. She had found me. Terrible timing, because I was just about to squirt all over this dick. 

"Ffffuccckk, I'm cuuuummming!" I said, and Tyrone pulled out just as I squirted all over the seat. I collapsed on my side, writhing in pleasure as Tyler started cumming over my face. "Oh, fuck, that was hot."

"Tyler, open that fucking door!" Tyrone ordered him, and he did, swinging it. Rita climbed in almost immediately.

"Greta, get your clothes, we're leaving--"

SLAP.

Tyrone clocked her, slapping her right across the face, sending her to the floor of the van.

"What the fuck?" Rita said, holding back tears. Tyrone grabbed her by the throat with his left hand. She swung at him, and he slapped her again with his right. This seemed to rock her pretty well. 

"I'm outta here!" Tyler said, getting scared and booking it out of the van.

"This racist bitch just can't wait to have some of my nigger dick, don't you think Greta?" he asked me.

Rita looked over at me as I sat up.

"Oh yeah, you'll love it Rita," I told her. Tyrone flipped her over, pulling her tight yoga pants over her small white ass. He pushed her jacked up over her head, making it hard for her to move her arms.

"What should I do to her?" He asked me.

I reached down and started fingering myself, already soaked again at the thought of watching Rita getting railed by Tyrone's monster.

"Rape her ass, Tyrone," I told him. 

Rita started to plead no, that she had never done that. Tyrone didn't care. His cock was still creamy from my pussy so he just pointed it at her poop chute and started pressing in. Rita tried to wriggle away, but to no avail. Tyrone's immense size and power held her in place. She screamed bloody murder when his cock breached her sphincter. It was hot watching his black cock disappear behind her pale cheeks. He was thrusting aggressively, not waiting to really dig himself inside her. 

"Fuck this is tight. I'm gonna blow soon." Rita was whimpering with every thrust. "Tell me you want this bitch."

"I... I want it." 

"C'mon, scream for this dick, whore," Tyrone raised his voice. Rita responded in kind.

"Give me this dick!" 

"You can do better than that!" Tyrone thrusted harder.

"Fuck me in the ass with that nigger dick. Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck! FUCK!" Rita cried out as Tyrone buried almost the entire length down her butthole. I was cramming my fist inside my pussy as the scene unfolded. Tyrone came deep in her ass and then pulled out. He looked to me.

"Eat my seed out of her asshole, baby," he told me. I crawled over and started tonguing her asshole.

"Rita, push my cum out. Greta wants it." Rita seemed to be comatose, but I could feel her pushing. I tasted the salty semen coming out, licking and slurping it out of her asshole.

Tyrone slapped Rita's ass. "Maybe next time I'll fuck you proper." And then to me. "C'mon Greta." He threw me a sweater, and I pulled it on. It barely covered my pussy. "You're coming with me."

I went, happily.