Once a Slut Always a Slut

Spencer and McLean peered over as Paul thrust the candle in and I squealed.

“That went in too easy – you had cock in there before you slut?” Spencer was leering at my face as he said it. “You better not have any diseases!”

“No! No!” I protested “Just a candle honest!”

“Well let’s see if your training has done any good,” said Paul; “Spread your fuckin’ legs!”

I spread them further and I felt the candle being pulled out. Then to my horror Paul’s cockhead was pushed against my hole and I felt my sphincter give a little. He repositioned the tip of his knob and tried again. After a couple of attempts I felt my arsehole give, then the fullness in my rectum as his cock slid into me. It hurt slightly but I was so turned on by being penetrated I just gave in and it was at that point; I held my breath – and then I knew I had crossed a line – I had become by my submission, in that instant of time, another individual.

“Fuckin’ give it to her hard the bloody slut!” Spencer spat the words out (and he had again said ‘she’) as Paul pulled back and then thrust himself against me. I let out another squeal - more of pleasure than of pain - and I thrust my arse back towards him so that his groin slapped against the cheeks of my bum. He penetrated me up to the hilt of his cock and I could feel his hairy balls on my shaven skin.

“I knew she was up for this, I just bloody knew!” said Paul as he grasped my waist and started to pump at me with a regular rhythm. Spencer and McLean were taking it in turns to try and fuck my throat but I started to gag when their pricks hit the back of my mouth. They were getting a bit frustrated at not getting their pricks in deep when Paul said,

“’Ere you two let me show you the best way to fuck a girls throat!” With that he pulled out of my hole which let out a sloppy farting noise, much to the guys’ amusement, as he did so.