11-IF. What If I Got Caught in the Library? (3)
The fat guy's cock right in front of me has white smegma caked on it. A nauseating stench hits me, impossible to tell when he last washed. From behind, the muscular guy snickers.
"Fits a pervert like you perfectly, that filthy dick. Like it?"
The fat guy's face twists in anger, like he feels indirectly insulted by another man. He grabs my hair and shoves my head toward his cock.
"Suck."
"Heh."
His touch treats me like nothing human, and I cum lightly just from that. As my mouth gapes open with a heh, a brutish meat pillar forces its way between my teeth. Something sticky coats the gap between my lips and teeth. The moment it touches my tongue, a horrific bitter taste floods in.
"Fuck, watch your teeth?"
The fat guy yanks my hair, shaking my head back and forth irritably. My hair, which I cherished and cared for, is just a handle now. Every tug snaps strands from my scalp with stinging pain. Pathetic as it sounds even to me, it feels good. My pussy twitches on its own, squirting lewd juices.
"Well, damn. She really likes this shit."
The muscular guy watching from behind slaps my ass. The spot he hits burns in the shape of his palm. My whole body is hypersensitive now; I feel every strike perfectly. Something hot and hard presses against my hole from behind. I know exactly what it is. The muscular guy's cock. Thicker than the one in my mouth, from start to finish. A stranger's dick is poised to devour my virginity.
"Since we're sticking it in your pervert pussy, thank us every time we thrust. Got it?"
His emotionless command carries a hint of sadistic glee. Before I can respond, something inside me tears with a snap, followed by a dull thud deep in my guts. Intense pain... nah, nothing like that. My softened pussy flesh parts smoothly, welcoming him deep inside. I'd heard first times hurt... but this feels amazing, not painful at all... Like I'm impaled on a stake, unable to move my body freely. A long, thick rod skewers my core, piercing straight through me. His cock lingers, savoring the first insertion, throbbing gently. Then suddenly, sharp pain blooms on my ass.
"No thanks?"
"Mmph... Th-thank... you... F-for putting it... in my pervert... pussy... Th-thank you... Ngh."
What a miserable scene. Losing my precious virginity to strangers—two guys, plus someone filming—and having to say thanks. Absurd. Even in porn, I'd pity the girl. But this is my reality, and I'm the star. It should be horrifying, heartbreaking, yet euphoria swells, a twisted satisfaction blooming. Yeah, it feels good. The stimulation wracking my body, the low thrill of utter degradation—pure bliss. A strange heat builds. I shake my hips to match it. My head bobs back and forth without resistance, guided by the hand in my hair. The bitter taste and sticky texture in my mouth drag me deeper into the abyss. The heavy impacts filling my insides bring ecstatic fulfillment.
Then, a sound that could make me even more wretched: the underground parking lot door slides open, footsteps entering. Sharp heels click across the concrete. No student wears heels here on a weekday afternoon—must be a professor. The pressure on my pussy eases, but the hand gripping my hair for the cock in my mouth tightens. My nostrils, barely breathing through the pubes, get buried, choking me off completely. I glimpse the woman with the camera crouching low between cars. The heels draw closer. In the silent lot, only those clicks echo. I'm gonna get caught again. Lost my virginity once already—what happens if I'm caught now? Amid the hush, vile anticipation surges; my hole clenches tight. I feel every ridge of the cock inside me vividly.
"Guh..."
Not just me—the muscular guy groans. My hair's already yanked, but now he chokes me too. A strong hand, different from the fat guy's stubby fingers, wraps my throat completely, squeezing precisely. My vision blacks out bit by bit, head fogging. Choking feels good too... Getting caught is fine. Anything feels good as long as it does...) Just before total darkness, the cock blocking my mouth vanishes.
"Kkhk, heuk... Haa... Cough, kkh!"
Coughs rack me endlessly. I look around. Vision blurry, but no sign of the heels' owner. No human shapes—just us. Safe.
"Hey, you alive?"
"Hng..."
The muscular guy taps my cheek lightly. Coming to, I'm collapsed on cold concrete. Cocks gone from pussy and mouth, leaving an empty ache. Squatting before me, his dick looks longer than my fingers—hard to believe it fit inside. The fat guy stands beside, panting, his filthy cock jerking. Cleaner with my spit, but still smegma-crusted trash. Yet I feel possessive toward it. Legs trembling, too weak to stand, I lean on the fat guy and force myself up. My sloppy lean slides me naturally toward his cock. I engulf the dirty thing in one go.
"Heh."
Bitter, sticky taste, but like reclaiming something lost, satisfaction blooms. My tongue digs under the foreskin. Salty precum seeps from the glans. I gather spit, slather it on—much better. Got what I wanted in my mouth, but still... empty. Oh, right—lost something down there too. Arm around the fat guy, I reach back, spread my pussy lips. Don't bother stopping my ass from shaking. All on display for the muscular guy.
"Sh-stick it... in me... please..."
"This bitch is hilarious."
Casual words, thick with contempt. A heavy thud slams my pussy depths. Breath blasts out, face contorting. He grabs my waist, pistoning relentlessly. The rhythm smashes my face into the fat guy's gut. Nose blocked by belly fat, gasp for air, blocked again—repeat. No time to tongue the stinking cock; it shoves deeper into my throat. How long did I deepthroat that filth? Suddenly, no warning—a gush of thin liquid erupts in my mouth. Semen. Men's baby batter when they cum. I savor it on my tongue. Fishy, bitter, salty. Never seen it before, but tasting it first? Total fucktoy now. Tasteless, but emotional fulfillment squeezes my chest.
"Swallow it all clean."
Thinking I've frozen, he yanks my hair again. Tongue rolls, cleaning every crevice. Suck—smack—more semen from the urethra. Gather cum and smegma on my tongue, gulp it down. Gulp.
"A-all... swallowed..."
Throat feels phlegmy, gross, but the fat guy's happy grin makes it okay. Heh, slack face replaces the hand—then the muscular guy grabs my hair, swinging my whole body mercilessly. Brutal handling rips screams from me.
"Pervert bitch, done? Get over here."
I'm thrown onto the hood of a nearby car. Hard, cold, dusty—sweat mixes with grime, black smears on chest and arms. Filthy... but hair-pulling feels so good... Cock slips from my pussy mid-this, but he repositions me quick, rams back in.
"Ahk, hngh!"
Nothing muffling now—moans burst free. He chokes my neck, pounding my pussy upward. Force shoves my cheek into dusty grit. Every moan sucks in more dust. Cum wasn't bad, but dust clumps gross in my mouth; I spit to clear it. Face and hood slick now. Position shift lets him plunge deeper. Pillar spears my depths relentlessly. Scraping my walls wracks my brain with pleasure. Violated mercilessly in dust, yet ecstasy builds. No mercy, first sex no one wants—pain amid it all, but pleasure surges. Mind whites out, no other thoughts.
"Haa, aa! Aaaah! More, aa! Haaaa!"
Hips tremble wildly, against my will. My moans echo thunderously in the lot, bouncing back repeatedly. Loud enough for anyone outside to hear. Pussy floods with hot semen. Cumming, cumming—insides too sensitive... feels so vivid... Twitching cock pops out with a thunk, hot liquid drools from my gaping hole. Sprawled in dust and fluids on the hood, too weak to turn, I feel it all by touch.
The muscular guy turns to the camera woman.
"Good footage?"
"Filmed her like a total pervert. Editing this'll be fun."
She grins, eyes glued to the camera.