Once a Slut Always a Slut

Paul moved around behind me and Spencer took his place. I reached out and grabbed the zipper on Spencer’s jeans as he unbuckled his belt. I reached into his boxers and felt the snake inside pulling it out and over the top of pants. His cock was the biggest by far and I gasped as it popped out towards my open mouth. The foreskin, in particular, had gone further back than with the other two and the purple bell end, moistened with pre-cum, made contact with my tongue. I greedily pulled my tongue back and down bringing his swollen member into my mouth and I gagged as it made contact with my throat.

“Mmerrgh! Oooh! Errgh!” I grunted as he tried to force it further into my throat.

I pushed him back with an explosion of coughing and retching but as soon as I had my breath back he went into my mouth again.

All this time Paul had been licking my legs and his tongue had found the crack of my bum. He slid the knickers to one side and sniffed at the crotch area - I arched my back and he tried to slip his fingers into my anus.

“She’ll be tight! Get some butter or something?” suggested Spencer.

Paul nipped out to the kitchen and came back with a tub of spreadable butter and a candle; while he was doing so McLean took over the onslaught of my mouth and throat with his member.

I tried to turn away as I felt a good handful of the butter being smeared over my little puckered rose and the candle used to push it inside my rectum. Resistance was pointless since Spencer had moved down to my hands and had tied them with his trouser belt; this was a canvas affair and he was using the buckle to tighten it around my wrists.

When I managed to gasp for air I was whimpering in a very girly voice,

“Please no! No! Not my arsehole guys – I can’t take it – Please!!”

Paul shouted at me, “You’ll take what you’re given you fuckin’ whore – look how easy it’s going in guys!”