Free Breaking His Cherry by Desiree Steel

longer stop what they’d started even if they’d wanted to.
        The thrill of conquering so many cocks in one night was beyond belief, as was the adjoining fear that went with it when she knew she was no longer in control and they were going to have her until they had used her up and that nothing she could say that would stop them.  She loved the lust and the accompanying fear when she knew her decisions didn’t matter any longer as she had let the beasts out of their cages and their desires now over ruled their common sense until she was just something to be used. 
      Hardly being able to walk for days afterwards was something she relished.  The only thing she relished more than being the buttered muffin was the sight of Jenna’s buttered muffin, as cum from seven or eight different cocks dripped out of her cunt and she was lowering her head between her friends thighs to lap it up hungrily.
        Stacey and Jenna often 69’d, licking each other for the crowd’s enjoyment after they’d been thoroughly gang-banged.  Yet in doing so they were getting more pleasure out of it than the crowd watching as they hungrily licked each other’s slits clean of the spunk they’d claimed as their trophies .
        Now, with Jeff sleeping beside her on the sex stained sheets, Stacey imagined what it would be like to have her muffin buttered by Jeff and his dad one after the other, or what it would be like to be sandwiched between them as they fucked her together.
        She felt a thrill of expectant pleasure make her heart quicken as cum dried on her cheeks and forehead and in her hair but knew it wouldn’t be something she could easily pull off.  It was going to take some serious planning.
        While she didn’t mind fucking them separately or even at the same time and knew Jeff’s dad surely didn’t mind fucking her right after his son had used her, she doubted deeply that she could get them to have a conversation on the subject.
        Putting the thought out of her mind for the time being Stacey roused herself off the bed and grabbed her jeans.  She pulled her panties out and instead of pulling them on held them by the crotch and slid the silky material into her cunt.  She fingered her clit through the material until her legs trembled and she climaxed unstoppably all over the crotch of her silk panties while she looked down at Jeff’s sleeping cock.
        With a smile on her face she took her pussy juice soaked panties and hung them prominently over the chair at his desk so that he’d have proof that this hadn’t been a dream.  Then she slid on her jeans and shirt and after lighting a cigarette stealthily crept back out of his window and went home to shower.
        It felt good to be a whore, Stacey reflected as the cool water coursed over her skin.  She enjoyed the low burning feeling after her asshole had been stretched painfully remembered the terrified look of fear mixed with pleasure and finally stunned acceptance that he was about to possibly kill his future and reputation as Jeff’s dad slid into her for the first time as his son was on the other side of the door and his wife down the hall.
        Taking the father and son in turn had been such a thrill that just thinking about it caused her skin to flush and her breathing to quicken.
        Shutting off the water Stacey stepped out of the shower to find her friend Jenna sitting on the toilette smoking a cigarette and looking up at her imploringly.
        With a sigh Stacey reflected that while she enjoyed being a slut there were times when it surely was tiresome work, as she smiled and stepped forward.
        Jenna balanced her cigarette on the sink and murmured, “I can still smell him on you.” As she leaned forward and pulled Stacey’s Pubis Mon towards her with her hands on her friend’s thighs.
        As Stacey slowly dripped water from the shower off her body in long, rolling drops, she ran her fingers through her