Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 112

Tegan circled around the crate, putting it between her and the crowd as she finished her cigarette and dropped it on the bare concrete, crushing it out with her boot.

“Nope. Only had one drink tonight too, if that helps.” She hoisted herself up onto the crate, Parting her thighs invitingly. The idea of letting them have her thirty feet from the ravers seemed like a unique thrill. The second guy seemed like the more keen of the two and began to circle around in front of her, placing a hand on her knee.

“You like it rough, little girl?” he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her head back as he ground his crotch into her ass. She felt her pussy twinge in response and let out an involuntary moan. “I think she does.”

Tegan fumbled in her pack and pulled out one of the condoms.

“Oh, she came prepared.” The man rolled her skirt up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her fanny pack letting it tumble to the floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his cock rubbing against her pubes as he used the touch of her bare skin to get himself hard, letting go of her hair and groping her tits through her shirt. Meanwhile Tegan glances back to see if anyone was nearby and paying attention to them, and if they were, it wasn’t obvious. She heard the packet tear and the man stopped groping her to apply the rubber before using his thumbs to spread her and push himself in.

Tegan shivered as his cock entered her, sliding into her slimy hole with ease. As the fifth man to enter her in the last couple of hours she was more than primed to go and the thrill of being noticed, being fucked in public, was driving her crazy. She lurched forward trying to stifle her moan as he slammed his cock into her and wrapped his fingers around her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t ya?” He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another strangled moan of pleasure from her. It occurred to her, not for the first time that offering herself to unvetted strangers could be dangerous, but it seemed like if a man posed a threat to her it would be because he wanted to rape her – and she was already giving him her body willingly. So she let herself enjoy the shameful pleasure of being used near a crowd of people and give up control as the man took her by her slim waist and began to fuck her with abandon, his girthy meat stretching her cunt as he pounded her. A career of lugging heavy equipment had given him muscles and stamina and he was using both to punish her for the notional crime of being free with her body, and she stopped bothering to stifle her cries of pleasure as she submitted to him. It didn’t seem to make any difference, the wall of bass-laden electronic music on the dancefloor was enough to ensure her noises never reached the ravers. The shaved head guy had pulled up her shirt to fully expose her bare breasts and was tweaking one of her nipples as his friend fucked her, his other hand idly groping his cock through his pants as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could hear the laboured grunting of the man’s efforts and it seemed he was close to finishing, and so was she. Her breathy moans reached a crescendo and she let out one last plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscles was enough to compel the man to join her, his throbbing prong buried to the hilt in her well used tunnel.

She lay sprawled across the crate catching her breath as the man withdrew from her with a satisfied grunt and the shaved head guy knelt to pick up her fanny pack. She noticed he had already collected the condom from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a moment of alarm as she realised he would have discovered the empty wrappers and sachets of lube.

“Hey…” she said weakly.

“Turn her over.” Shaved head guy said and his friend complied, taking her by the shoulders and flipping her easily, pinning her with hands on her back and one arm to keep her in place as she tried to move. He tossed the pack down next to her as he moved around behind her and bent over her.

“You’ve been real busy tonight. You think I don’t know why you have this?” he said, holding the sachet in front of her face.

“That’s not… for that.” She protested, not willing to say it out loud. It wasn’t as though she was a stranger to it but she didn’t know these men, and their lack of accountability if something happened to her was suddenly a much realer concern.

“Sure.” He acknowledged sarcastically. She felt him dig his thumbs into her asscheeks, spreading her wide, exposing her. She knew he’d have an intimate view of her juicy, well-fucked pussy and her little rear hole.

“Well damn, this looks nice and fresh.”

“Man, if I’d known that was an option…” the second guy said, with an air of bitter jealousy.

“Come on guys… haven’t I shown you a nice time?” Tegan reasoned.

“Uh huh.” Shaved head guy tore open the sachet and drizzled some lube on her asshole. The coolness made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a little more pressure, sending a clear message she wasn’t going anywhere. She felt pressure as shaved head probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

“Fuckin’ nice.” He commented.

Tegan tried to twist her head to look towards the crowd, wondering if anyone would see this happening and do anything about it. She supposed the odds of that hadn’t really increased in the last few minutes. She trembled a little as he sank his finger deeper into her and began to move it back and forth.

“I think she likes it.” The second guy quipped. Tegan didn’t bother to respond. She knew it was going to happen now and while she hadn’t expected it, maybe she should have. Maybe she deserved it. And now that the decision had been made, she realised she wanted it. Not for the first time she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little push to lean into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head place his hand up against her butt and the latex-encased head of his cock probing at her back door. She realised he was using his fist to make a tunnel to guide himself to her to keep from sliding off the tight opening – no amateur, this one. After a couple of test pushes he pushed forward and she felt herself open up for him, several inches of him forced inside. She let out a startled cry, her feet clenching as he continued to push forward, slowly inching forward until crotch was pressed against her.

“Fuck yeah.” The man grunted as he began to move. He felt thick, but it was always difficult to gauge as every cock felt a lot bigger when it was in her ass. She pinched her lips and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with steady strokes, feeling her tight ring push and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a hand under her trying to grope at her chest and she felt the material of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.