STORY 2 – BECOMING THE FRAT’S LIVE IN SLUT (III)

Declan’s on me before I can brace myself.

He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t check. Just grabs my hips, yanks me to the edge of the mattress, and notches the head of his cock against my entrance.

“Wait – “I start.

He slams home.

One brutal thrust. Balls deep. Splitting me open on a cock so much bigger than Connor’s that I scream -actually scream from the stretch, from the fullness, from the overwhelming sensation of being impaled.

“Fuck.” Declan groans, rolling his hips, grinding deeper. “She’s tight. Jesus Christ, she’s tight. Little virgin cuny, isn’t it?” He pulls back, slams in again, punches the air right out of my lungs. “Connor’s pencil dick didn’t do shit to stretch her out. Feel like I’m fucking a first-timer.”

In the corner, Connor makes a wounded sound. Like he’s the one being hurt here. Like he has any right to complain.

I don’t care.

I don’t care because Declan’s fucking me like I owe him money, like I’m nothing but a hole to use, hammering into me so hard the mattress slides across the concrete floor with every thrust. And every thrust punches a noise out of me that I’ve never made before – high and desperate and wrecked. Sounds I didn’t know I could make. Sounds Connor never earned.

“That’s it.” Declan pins my wrists above my head with one hand, uses the other to grip my hip hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to mark. “Take it. Fucking take it, you greedy little slut. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To get used like the whore you are?”

“Harder – “The word comes out broken.

“Harder?” He laughs, breathless and mean. “You want harder? Already? You want me to break this tight little pussy?”

“Yes God, yes, please

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He gives me harder.

Brutal. Punishing. His hips snap against mine so hard I’ll have bruises on my thighs, and I don’t care, I don’t care, because I’m climbing toward something massive and terrifying and I need – I need –

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It hits me like a freight train. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. Pleasure so intense my vision whites out, my back arching off the mattress, my whole body seizing around Declan’s cock as I come so hard I squirt – actually squirt, liquid gushing out around his dick, soaking him, soaking the mattress, soaking everything.

I’ve never done that before. Didn’t even know I could.

The room explodes with cheers and laughter.

“Holy shit, she’s a squirter!” Mason sounds absolutely delighted, like Christmas came early. “Connor, did you know your girlfriend was a squirter? Did she ever do that for you?”

Connor doesn’t answer. I don’t think he can.

“One minute forty-three seconds.” Blake checks his watch like he’s timing a race. Like my orgasm is just another data point. “Panties are yours, Dec.”

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Declan’s still inside me, still rock hard, grinding through my aftershocks like he’s trying to milk every last spasm from my cunt. “I’m not done with her.”

u got your prize. Rotate out.”

A growl of frustration, but he pulls out – I whimper at the sudden emptiness, at the loss of being full- and steps aside.

Mason takes his place.

Different.

Mason’s not rough. He’s methodical. Precise. He flips me onto my stomach like I’m weightless, pulls my hips up so my ass is in the air and my face is pressed into the mattress, and slides into me slow. So slow I feel every inch of his cock splitting me open. So slow I can count the veins, feel the ridge of his head dragging against my walls.

“You feel that?” he murmurs against my ear, draping himself over my back. “Feel how deep I am? Deeper than your boyfriend ever got, isn’t it? Deeper than anyone’s ever been.” This chapter was taken from n⁠ovelceo.com without permission.

“Yes – “I’m already trembling, already clenching around him.

“I’m going to come right here – “A thrust. Deep. Devastating.” – right against your cervix – “Another thrust.” – and you’re going to keep it inside you. Keep my cum warm for the next brother. Can you do that for me?”

“God – ”

“God’s not here, sweetheart.” He sets a rhythm, deep and steady and relentless. “Just five men who are going to fill you up until you’re overflowing. Just your pathetic ex-boyfriend watching his girl become our personal cum dump.”

At some point, someone feeds me a cock.

I don’t know whose. Can’t see, can’t think, can only open my mouth when something hot and hard presses against my lips and let them push inside. Let them use my throat while Mason rails me from behind. Two cocks at once. I’m stuffed full at both ends, airtight minus one hole, and it’s so overwhelming I almost use the safe word just to breathe.

But I don’t.

I don’t because it feels good.

It feels like everything I’ve ever secretly wanted, every fantasy I buried, everything I was too ashamed to ask for, everything Connor was too vanilla to give me. I’m being used. Passed around. Treated like exactly what they called me – a set of holes, a fuck toy, a greedy little slut who needs to be put in her place.

And I love it.

I love it so much I come again, moaning around the cock in my mouth, my pussy clamping down on Mason hard enough to make him groan.

“She came again,” someone says. “Just from getting spit-roasted. Fucking slut can’t help herself.”

Mason comes with a grunt, slamming deep and holding there as he empties himself inside me. I feel it – hot and thick, painting my walls, filling me up. His cum. The first of many.

“Don’t you dare let that drip out.” He pulls out slowly, leaving me empty and desperate. “Clench that pretty cunt. Keep it warm for Tyler.”

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