Free My Sweet Degradation by J Phillips Page A

beyond the intense frustration that he’d beaten me to his climax, I simply adored being used like the filthy little slut they’d made me.
    Eventually Christian relaxed, and no longer willing to look me in the eye, he climbed from the bed to pull up his jeans.
    I caught Ben staring from me to his friend and back again, with a look of real shock in his eyes. He was a fool all right, but perhaps not a completely bad person at heart. As he released his grip on my wrists I gazed up at him, before offering comfort with a whispered, ‘It’s all right, Ben.’
    Christian, on the other hand, had already regained his obnoxious cockiness. ‘So, are you going to fuck her then, or what?’
    Ben questioned me with his eyes, so with a gentle nod I told him it was what I wanted.
    â€˜Um, I... I guess so,’ he stammered, pulling off his T-shirt and slipping out of his jeans and boxers. His cock was not yet fully erect, but already it looked rather large. As he stared down at me lying there, naked but for my vest bunched beneath my arms, and my shorts tangled around one ankle, my breasts streaked with his friend’s sperm, he began to work his foreskin back and forth in his fist, until his cock stood thick, long and proudly erect, curving outrageously up towards the impressive ridges of his stomach.
    â€˜Good man!’ Christian declared, slapping Ben on the back. ‘I think you should fuck the little whore from behind while I pin her down.’
    Again Ben looked towards me, so I gave him a little nod in return.
    Christian quickly leant over the bed and rather roughly flipped me onto my front, causing me to grunt as the wind was knocked from my lungs. A hand slapped down against one soft buttock, and I gasped through the sweet thrill of submission and pain as he hissed into my ear, ‘Get on your knees,’ and unwilling to argue I did just as I’d been told, parting my thighs wide and leaving myself entirely at their mercy.
    â€˜Mmm,’ he purred. ‘Look how cute she is, Ben. I kind of wish you’d gone first now, and then I could have fucked that tight little asshole of hers instead.’
    Although I would never have allowed it to happen, the lewd thought alone sent a delicious shiver running throughout my body.
    The mattress dipped yet again as Ben knelt behind me. Two hands mauled my vulnerable bottom, parting my cheeks wide, and the swollen head of Ben’s cock worked its way between my wet sex lips. As he began to push forward I was immediately grateful that Christian had been the one to take me first, as my pussy was already prepared, wet and yielding, and I couldn’t help but whimper a little as Ben’s impressive girth began to sink deep. I dug my fingers into my pillow, gritting my teeth and moaning as he forced his way deeper still.
    â€˜That’s it, Ben, stretch her tight cunt,’ Christian gloated triumphantly.
    There was no real pain to speak of, but it was definitely as large a penis as I have ever experienced, and things were beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, but just as I thought my body had been pushed to its absolute limit Ben suddenly stabbed with his hips and sent his entire length deep within me. I cried out desperately, my head swimming with colours from the sensation of being filled so completely. Ben held still for an instant and my muscles reflexively clutched around his pulsing shaft, before he slowly began to withdraw. I gasped, secretly fearing he might leave my body completely, but he just shunted forward again and I squealed with tormented delight.
    Slowly and carefully he built his rhythm. Over and over his cock slid in and out, harder, deeper and faster with every stroke. Christian crawled up next to me on the bed and I gasped as his fist wound into my hair before he pulled back to wrench my head with it. Through the shame of what they were doing to me, and more importantly, my own humiliating compliance, I shut my eyes to