Her body hung loosely over the couch. Jarring back and forth as they grabbed at her, paying no mind to one another so it wasn’t like some sort of well oiled machine, but instead, Bella’s body swayed back and forth, side to side, where ever the harsh forces of their hands lead her. But there was no complaints, in fact, there was moans, a few squeals of shock at how rough they were, even pouting, and some whining that could easily be judged as rejection, or soliciting more from them. “I want more…” she breathed out, “I want a cock,” slurred words spoken at no one in particular again.
Her eye lids hung heavy, there was a small slither that wasn’t occupied by darkness. It was the alcohol, it was the hands, it was the voice, cheers, lust, everything, it hung so heavy on her petite body. Bella’s back was curving, even hands clambering towards the boys pants, she was so eager, it was should have been embarrassing, but she wanted more, “I want more hand on me, more cock,” she said, even chuckling a bit as she said it.
Mind was swimming, clouded with two particular emotions: lust and desire. Eyes were closing, the slither of light not vanished by her eyelids was becoming smaller, and smaller, then Sam’s cock wasn’t teasing but shoving it’s way inside her pussy. Eye lashes flung open to expose large brown eyes. Irises wide, round, and growing with her mouth that was popped right open. “Fuck!” She screamed, people laughed, James and Alex high fived one another. They were closest, they could see her fingers trembling, body rigid, and the sporadic flicker of her long eye lashes as he rammed into her again.
It was too much, her head was spinning, air was lodged deep into her throat, she couldn’t breath, didn’t know how too honestly. Her pussy felt like it was being torn apart, to big, to thick, too everything – too fucking much….too fucking good. “Fuck,” she yelled, but not as loud, and air actually followed the word. She was breathing again, but it was strained as ragged, her fingers were curled into the boys pants, practically holding herself for a moment till her head flopped forward. “It’s so fucking good,” pursed lips breathed out, “go slowly, I can’t take too much.” She heard the crowd cheering, some yelling, ‘fuck her!’, ‘she still want that extra cock, I got one’, ‘let me feel her up too’. So much shouting, but all she could concentrate still was his cock pulsing in her tight hole. It was starting to feel good, but still, the slightest movement and whisk of pain kept punching at her stomach, it punched and pulled, but for some reason, it felt still felt so good.
Her lips pried open again, the seam slowly plopping completely open so her mouth was shaped like an ‘O’. The extra cocks, the hands, she still wanted it, in fact it made the pain damper just a tad, but it was far too much. “Again baby, but slow,” she instructed him, she could hear someone, probably James, “you gonna let her tell you what to do, I thought she was your slave.” Bella snickered, “he does what I say.” Far too confident, but she blamed that on the alcohol, forgetting her place.
Sam looked down at the brunette as she whined, demanding more from the group of men surrounding her. He knew she enjoyed this, but he would never have guessed how she would have gotten with a little alcohol in her system. He had to chuckling, looking over at her body willing to do whatever he wanted at this point. Liam and James were starting to get anxious, James was quick to shed his pants, pulling his cock up and closer to her mouth. "Suck it you little bitch." He said, pushing it against her full lips.
Sam knew what he was about to do was going to have an extreme reaction and he looked up at James, gently putting his hand on his shoulder, telling him to wait. He didn't think James would want to miss it. Liam had proceeded to get his pants down, and his hand was pushing against her open hand, knowing the brunette was definitely going to be willing to stroke, still demanding for more.
Sam shoved into her, her pussy so tight, but then again to a guy like him, there really wasn't a loose pussy out there. He could feel her entire body tense up in pain for him. Her voice breaking out in a pained breath. He stilled, letting her pussy do the work, clamping around his cock, as if to pull him in deeper. He could see the crowd was getting wild and he chuckled, wondering if he should really give it to her like she wanted. She probably wouldn't be able to walk for a couple days.
The moment she started asking for things, Sam felt the need to stuff her mouth full. The crowd was quick to give him crap about it. "Hey James." He motioned to her mouth. The other man grinned and was quick to put his cock back towards her mouth. "Now, whore!" He said, pushing it against her lips and not giving her a choice. Sam thrust his cock into her pussy deeper, feeling her body jerking forward, and her pussy expanding to fit more of him inside her.
