Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2020 04:26:42 +0000 From: Amie Doucet Subject: Halloween Slut, Chapter 9 Nifty thrives on donations. Authors thrive on appreciation. To donate to Nifty, visit http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To express appreciation, email me at sexyamie@hotmail.com +++++ I retouched my makeup in the mirror. I can almost do it on autopilot now. I smoothed my nude lipstick and added highlighter in the middle. Subtle tricks. They'll never know how I'm turning them on so badly. A moment of quiet as I leaned over the sink brought me to reflection. I could see a look on my face of... pride? Is that what it was? I had gotten Jesse off so beautifully he praised me. It was the apex of our bullying relationship--the climax of the journey that began when he called me a "fag" in eighth grade. What was I proud of? What a good girl I'd become? How good I'd gotten at pleasing men? My intense, new sex life--the one when I get laid all of the time--but I'm the one getting fucked? All of it. I was proud of all of it. +++++ The rest of the night was awash with sex. So much fucking I hardly remember it. I think it lasted another two hours? Or three maybe? Someone's dick fucked me up the ass while another one came on my back. I sucked one that had just been in my ass, then it went right back in my ass. I blew one guy and stroked two others. We explored every permutation and combination. A dick in my mouth and one up my ass. Add two more in my hands to complete the circuit. One in my mouth and two in my hands. Two guys holding me in the air by my bare thighs spread to each side, another holding my arms as he fucks my face, the last one buried sweetly, deeply inside my ass. I proposed a double-penetration--two dicks up my ass at the same time. That struck them as too gay. At one point, I did manage to get two dicks in my mouth at the same time: Gavin's and Dominic's. That did feel gay... and I loved it. These guys have got a bit of "gay" in them, I thought. They would never admit it, but they spent their Saturday night fucking a boy together. +++++ From that night of pure sex, I only remember a few things: two highlights, a lowlight... and the sad conclusion. The greatest moment? Dominic and I found our groove together on the floor. Goddamn it, his dick fit inside me... dare I say it... better than Brendan's. It felt like I was built, like I was put here on this earth, to please him inside of me. He's lying on his back. I'm on top of him, his dick mounted all the way inside me, my knees pressed to the side of his sinewy-and-muscular hips. I've got my hands on his torso, feeling those tight obliques. I'm working my ass up and down slowly, controlling the pace of the fuck. Then he joins in, starts working his hips with mine. Now we are moving together, in a sensuous rhythm--like a funk band that's in the groove. Then we start moaning together. It's so clear we're on the same vibe. It was such a turn on that the other guys gathered around us. They didn't want to participate. They just wanted to witness. Dominic didn't say it--not out loud, anyways. And I don't think I said it either, but I might have... I was basically unconscious from all the fucking at that point. I might have even forgotten my name. But I could see on Dominic's face what he wanted to say to me: "I love you." I loved him too. It was in one glimpse, one moment of eye contact. That's what we showed each other how much we wanted to be together. How badly I wanted to take care of him and his needs. How he was willing to give all of himself to me. We humped for a few more minutes. It didn't last long. It didn't have to. We stared into each other's eyes, moaning. I explored his chest with my hands. He placed his strong hands placed on my naked thighs. We were connected. As Dominic kept pumping, his long, fat dick erupted all the way inside me. He slowed our thrusting slowed as he finished. He sighed heavily. Out of exhaustion, but maybe out of anxiety too... you might too once you realize that you just had the best sex of your life with someone who was at least technically a male. +++++ I wanted to lean in for a quick kiss, but Brendan called for my attention. When Brendan wants me, I respond. Immediately. What could he possibly have in store for me? "Guys, do you know she came hands-free the night we met?" I was surprised Brendan knew that. "Came right in her li'l panties while I fucked her on the pavement. Cutest little thing I've ever seen." I looked around. Dominic looked turned on. Gavin looked like he was between titillation and disgust. Jesse sneered. "Wanna show 'em again, baby? Get over here." I was nervous... was Brendan asking me to cum, hands-free? That's not something you can just dial up. I had not cum all night. And I was worked up something awful. So there was a chance. I teetered on my heels in front of him. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked at him, puzzled. "Your panties, bitch." I looked around frantically for wherever my panties had been pulled off. They were near Jesse's left shoe. I leaned down over his crotch. He leered at me as I snatched them. I put them on back in front of Brendan. "Turn around." I faced away from Brendan. "This is how it went down, guys." Brendan grabbed my left foot with his hand and held it as he shoved me forcefully in the back. I went over. I hit the ground so hard you could hear it. So hard I thought the neighbors would start pounding the ceiling with a broomstick. I had stars in my eyes and could taste blood in my mouth. If Brendan wanted to recreate out first sexual encounter, he was off to a good start. Stunned, I stayed where I was--on my hands and knees. My ass was perched higher than my shoulders. My face was an inch away from the rug. "I told her she was a tease and she would get what she deserved." I could half-sense Brendan clambering between my knees. "Spread, Amie." I moved my knees to the side to accommodate him. "Then I did this." Brendan ripped my panties down my thighs and thrust his entire dick into me. Though I was lubed and well-fucked, it did not matter. When you have an eight-inch penis thrust into you with absolutely no warning, it will draw your attention. My head shot upwards like I was in cow pose, a favorite of mine from yoga class. I let out a noise, something like "UHHHHhhhhhH!" The boys laughed. It's fucked up to say it, but I loved Brendan in that moment. I needed his forcefulness, his meanness. I think that somewhere buried inside there, though, was a compassionate heart--one that also wanted me to thrive. But right now, I needed to be owned. And I was owned by Brendan. Brendan turned to deep dicking me. It felt so good. If Dominic fit me even better, Brendan felt just as good. He made me feel tight. He fit me like my favorite girl jeans do--snug, tight, conforming to every curve of my body. As he pressed into me and I moaned, he reminded me what my purpose here was. "I fucked her till she came. Then I shot my load." Fuck, I had to cum. Could I do it on command? I reached down to adjust my panties--I would need enough friction to stimulate me to ejaculation. I used my hand to make the adjustment. Brendan pushed down on the back of the head, just above the neck. "No hands!" I thought about explaining, or apologizing. Instead I just whined in pain. It's embarrassing. The pain and stress seemed to have turned me on. My dick grew. It started rubbing against my soft panties. Just the glans glancing down on it here and there--just a tease. But it was happening. And I was so, so horny. Brendan kept going. The pent-up energy in me kept building. Suddenly I feared that I would cum TOO quickly... before Brendan was ready. I did not want to lose my sexual energy while he was still penetrating me. I started to encourage him. "Baby, does that feel good?" "Oh my god, you are so big within me." "Getting fucked by you feels so fucking amazing." "I could get fucked by you for the rest of my life." "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" My sex talk had the unfortunate effect of turning me on even more. I could feel it building--the inevitable orgasm deep inside me. I'd already been at a high level of anal pleasure throughout the night, riding an anal orgasm that seemed never to go away. Now my balls were throbbing. I clenched my muscles like I was trying to stop myself while I was peeing. That must have clenched up my ass muscles as well because now Brendan was REALLY tight inside me--like almost TOO tight. He noticed it too. "Fuck, baby..." I think he was about to cum, which was perfect because I was about to blast a hole through my panties. I clenched until finally I could resist no longer: I shot a massive load of cum just from getting fucked. Brendan had hit my spot and I could no longer fight it. I needed him. My ass undulating on his thick cock, Brendan too lost control. He erupted, thrusting into me with vigor as he did. God... we were both made to fuck each other. We both nearly collapsed as we finished up. What more could be done? +++++ The lowlight came courtesy of Jesse. Who else? After Brendan climbed off of me, I stayed on the floor for awhile. The other guys needed the rest. Plus, they knew they couldn't compete with Brendan. Of all the alpha males in this room, he was the most alpha. Then Jesse got an idea. "Get on your knees. You're gonna drink my piss." It's embarrassing to admit that I was not turned off by that proposal. I modestly tried to act like I was ashamed, a little disgusted... but inside, I thought, no, this is perfectly appropriate for a girl like me, in a moment like this. I stood up tall on my knees. As he approached me, I opened my mouth and looked into his eyes. He unzipped and pulled out his mostly-flaccid weiner. "Straight from the tap." He put it inside my mouth. Soon, the piss was flowing. It tasted slightly bitter. I know now that's the urea in the piss. Then it was just the flavor profile: mostly watery, salty, slightly sour, and then bitter. That would stick with me. As the flow continued, it took a lot of focus to keep swallowing and breathe at the same time. I drank and drank piss. Some started to seep out the corners of my mouth. Still, I got 98% of it into my mouth, down my throat, and into my belly. Until Jesse pulled out. He slipped his cock from within my mouth. I've never been so aghast as I was while he peed all over my face. Then all down my body--my bra, my panties, both soaking wet. My hair. My makeup. Everything. Covered in Jesse Winkler's urine. The other guys laughed a bit, though I don't think they were into it. Sexual abuse? That was one thing. Pure cruelty, with some deception mixed in? That crossed a line. What did it matter, though? There was no way to undo it. It actually put a capper on the night. I don't think anyone was much turned on anymore. Brendan had given us the sexual finale. Jesse had attempted a topper, an even more grand finale--a display of intense humiliation. He had misfired, but still: here we were. Dominic started to clean up. He grabbed a bottle or two from the table, the universal cue for "get the fuck out of my house now." I teetered to my feet, emotionally stunned. I looked down to assess. I was a mess. +++++ Ten, maybe fifteen minutes later, I found my feet walking down the stairs towards the street again. I'd been fucked about eight times. Given ten or so blow jobs. Taken a load of piss down my stomach and on my underwear. Now I just wanted to go home. I looked for Brendan's arm. He guided me down the stairs. We reached the curb. "Will you take me home with you?" "No." "Can't you get your Uber to take me home on the way?" "I'm not your fucking boyfriend, Amie." That stung. He saw. "You didn't think that, did you? That we were boyfriend and girlfriend?" My face showed that I did. "Take the fucking bus." And Brendan walked away. And I was left to find my own way home. I never did get a kiss that night. +++++ What do you think? Drop me a line at sexyamie@hotmail.com if you're turned on.