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The house is a dreadful sight.
Of course there’s nothing really wrong with it. The garden is well kept, the little plastic chairs sit orderly on the porch, and someone must have cleaned the greek letters hanging in between the fake marble columns at the entrance.
It’s just bulgar, too big, too imposing and too in the face . Every orange brick screaming Daddy’s money, generational wealth, and male entitlement.
She's not particularly excited about coming here today.
It’s not really about the boys. The boys are ok, she can admit that. Most of them are polite, if a bit too self assured. They like partying but are good at sharing the alcohol and usually make sure things don’t get out of control.
The problem is… Well the problem is exactly why she’s here.
She follows the sounds of the house towards the basement, a fancy spacious room comfortably furnished where they must spend most of their time. She finds them there, spread across the two sofas playing some videogame she doesn’t recognize.
“Well, well, well, If it isn't little Alina!”
The problem himself. Tall and painfully handsome, with enough charm and ambition to stand at the top of the social order both inside and outside this frat. He’s dressed in old sweatpants and a tshirt and he could probably still pull any woman he wanted.
He sits on the main sofa, a comfortable old thing, surrounded by a boy on each side. Two more are lounging on the side sofa right next to them. It’s a feat, that they all manage to fit into the space with all the manspreading going on.
“Hello, Sasha, nice to see you busy. Can't waste that brain of yours.” She responds, pushes some of her hair behind her ear absentmindedly.
A chorus of ‘hello’s joins in. The older boys in the frat and Sasha’s closest friends are almost like an extended version of himself. His little bro army: Ivan, Fedyor, Matthias, and David. She’s met all of them, gotten drunk and slept on their surprisingly clean couch many times over the past two years. Got frisky with Matthias once, a few months ago, but he changed his mind so nothing really happened.
They are nice boys, honestly. For a bunch of guys in a frat. And she enjoys being around them. The attention she gets from them is– well, heady, the way they never hide their appreciation for her body, her flirty outfits. She knows she could ask any of them, at any time (except Matthias, apparently) and they’d fuck her. Knows too that she shouldn’t enjoy the flirting, the wolf-whistling, the advances and causal touches as much as she does, but it’s almost impossible. It's just a high, exciting and a bit dark, to have all that male attention on her. Impossible to ignore, really.
“Awww. Did you dress up for us, sweetheart? The lolita look is a bit over the top but thank you. ”
Aleksander can never shut up. It’s his worst quality by far. He has to be saying something at all times, even if it’s some stupid shit no one asked for. The world has to hear every thought that crosses his privileged mind. And his boys love it. They laugh at every joke, react like an audience at a comedy show, his little minions .
It's nothing new, he's always had that effect on people. She’s known Aleksander for as long as she can remember. Her best friend’s older brother, only by two years, responsible for both most of the stupid jokes and pranks she endured as a child and her sexual awakening as a teen. It’s quite tragic, when she thinks about it, that both him and Genya are the closest thing she’s ever had to a proper family and they all have such dysfunctional dynamic.
“I’m just doing Genya a favor here, but if you’re going to be an asshole I can always leave.”
She hands him the little folder with Genya’s passport inside. She left a week ago to visit her parents ahead of their customary family Christmas trip and forgot to bring it with her. As a favor, Alina had agreed to bring it to her brother so they could take their fancy vacation to the Bahamas together. The things one does for a friend.
“No, no, no Alina,” He says as he lifts a hand to stop her. “don’t leave, we were just arguing over something and I think your feedback is essential here.” His tone is full of mirth, and it makes her heart speed up just a bit. That little promise of trouble.
“Aleks c’mon man…” Matthias lifts a hand to ruffle his blonde hair, always the least inclined to participate in Aleksander’s little schemes. It’s cute, but also, she doesn’t need a protector, much less from Aleksander. Has been handling his bullshit for longer than these boys have known him.
“Let’s hear it then.” She challenges.
His eyes travel the length of her, the short pleated skirt showing off her pretty legs while the shapeless pink wool sweater conceals most of her torso. He still lingers where the shape of her breasts is visible, as if willing to imagine what lays underneath.
“Well Fedyor says the color of a girl’s nipples and her lips always match. That it’s been proven by science, would you agree?” He laughs a bit as he says it, eyes darting towards Fedyor.
“Are you asking me about my own nipples or are you asking about the girls I have seen naked? Because the last girl I fucked was your sister and I’ll have you know her nipples are even prettier than her lips.” She interjects, pleased at the shock in his eyes at her response.
The boys laugh, Matthias hitting Aleksander on the back a couple times in apology for their disloyalty. She preens at the attention, a little shiver cursing through her in satisfaction.
“Fuck man, that hurts.” Fedyor laughs, running a hand through his face to contain his laugh.
She can see the faint blush on Aleksander’s cheeks but even more clear is the steel determination in his eyes.
She should know better than to push an animal to its limit.
“We are men of science, Alina, we need to check for ourselves. How about you show us yours so we can contrast the hypothesis?” He says, cold black eyes unyielding.
She lets out a sharp laugh, this guy is just...unbelievable.
“What? Like right now?” She laughs, darting her eyes towards Matthias sitting tensely next to Aleksander. Not a joke then, he probably means it.
“I’ll give you $50 for your participation, how is that?” He replies, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Oh, he definitely means it then.
She considers it. That’s a lot of money, but not a lot for a bunch of privileged boys like them.
“$100 if you want to see both.”
There’s a pause, like none of them can believe she would agree to that. The air charged with the swift change in the mood of the room, the expectation of something dangerous looming.
Oh but that’s cute, that they’re the ones thinking this is a big win when she has definitely flashed her tits for much much less.
Aleksander opens his wallet while he maintains eye contact with her and slowly pulls out two fifties and holds them up to her. Her eyes catch on the shape of his fingers a bit too long, has to fight to look away.
Alina shrugs and lifts up her sweater, drops it at his feet. She’s not wearing a bra, which leaves her completely bare to their eyes. No one is looking at the screen now, all eyes focused only on her. She sees David fidget a bit on his spot on the sofa next to Aleksander, eyes darting around her chest like he can’t believe what’s in front of him.
She knows it’s a worthy sight. Her petite frame in contrast with her perky tits, they’re not... huge, but they have a nice shape, rosy nipples pierced with two matching pieces of gold jewelry in the shape of a sun. She’s had boys and girls alike pant their praises for her so she understands the silence that follows, the look in their eyes.
“How is that, Fedyor? Do you think it’s a match?” Aleksander adds after a long minute of silence, bringing back the playful atmosphere. He’s spreading his legs wider on the sofa, completely unashamed and at ease. The cocky asshole.
Alina looks at Fedyor, sitting comfortably next to Ivan on the side sofa, they make a cozy pair. One of his hands is resting a bit too close to his own lap, she observes with some pride.
“Can't tell from so far away, why don’t you come a little closer, love?” He replies, sitting up a bit.
She does, walks over until she’s standing close enough that, if she leaned forward a little, his knees would brush her naked legs.
He looks and looks, eyes darting around her chest, her neck, her face. He hums and lifts a hand and, for a second, she thinks he’s about to touch her breast, moves a bit closer to make it easier for him to reach, if he really wanted. But his hand keeps going up until it reaches her long loose black hair and he pushes it delicately behind her ear and over her shoulder, revealing more soft skin to his eyes.
“I can’t tell if it’s a match but these tits are fucking spectacular.”
They laugh, especially Ivan who stretches back and casually presses an arm over Fedyor’s shoulders. A hint of jealousy, maybe. Something to remember, probably.
When she looks back at Aleksander there’s challenge in his eyes, his hand resting on David’s shoulder, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“We were talking because…” He looks to the side at David and seems to be satisfied with what he finds there because he keeps talking. “Well, David hasn’t had the chance to see a girl’s tits before, not yet, you know?”
"Aleks, man..." Matthias tries but is swiftly shushed by Ivan. Silence remains as they all await his big revelation.
There’s a blush blooming on David’s face and his sensible warm eyes are focused on her chest. She imagines the phantom touch of that gaze on her sensitive skin.
“How much would it take for you to let him touch them, Alina?”
She ponders for a second. The answer is simple, really.
“I wouldn't charge him anything.” She says, light breathy voice as she looks at David’s parted lips. “But I would charge you another hundred, Sasha.”
“Done.” He replies, casually. But she can see the tent in his sweatpants, the way he’s affected by this little dance they’re doing.
Aleksander nudges David and he stands up, hands shaky at his sides. Alina meets him in the middle and they stand there facing each other. She’s forced to look up to see his face, eyes almost covered by his hair like this, but even with how much shorter she is she knows she's in control here. He's so shy, almost fragile in his inexperience and the power she holds over him right now is beguiling.
“Is this okay?” She whispers.
A soft puff of air and she can see his lower lip tremble faintly.
“I- I should be the one asking that.” He whispers back, a shaky hand running through his hair. It's endearing. “Yes, it’s— It’s ok, thank you for—“
“You don’t need to thank me, I’m glad to do it.” She smiles encouragingly, suddenly it seems important to make this good for him. She wants to force him to remember her every time after this. Run into him on campus and know that he's picturing her perfect little tits. Ruin him, just a little bit.
“I— Alina…” He whispers, still avoiding eye contact with her. It’s sweet, really, how nervous he is.
He lifts his shaky hand, but it just hangs there, almost touching but not quite. She can see the obvious desire on his face but every time he looks into her eyes he freezes, unable to move that last inch forward.
“You can do it from the back, just stand behind me, would that be better?” She suggests, keeping her voice low, just between them.
“You’re beautiful it’s not that—"
“I know, David, just so you don’t have to look me in the eyes, to make it easier.” She laughs, bumps her hand playfully into his arm to help him relax.
He nods, shoulders relaxing a little as he walks behind her. It has the unfortunate effect of bringing Aleksander back into her field of vision. There’s sweat on his forehead, she realizes, and his hands are flexing on his lap.
David is a warm presence on her back as he lifts a hand and finally touches one of her breasts. It’s warm, a bit calloused, as he runs a finger delicately around the underside of it. She closes her eyes, enjoying the soft caress. His thumb presses into her nipple and she gasps, pushing against it to increase the pressure.
“Naughty girl, does it feel nicer with that little bar you have there?” Aleksander asks and she nods –she loves the feeling of the piercings on her, best drunk decision she ever had–, tries to move a little more into David’s thumb. “Why don’t you tell David what you like? He wants to learn.”
“You can— You can pinch them, I like that.”
He does, eager to follow directions, squeezing her nipple between two of his fingers and making the bar roll through the center of it. The cold metal and warm fingers bring a shock of pure pleasure down her body, and she pants. Her legs start shaking as he just keeps playing with her, is forced to press her back more fully on him for support. It's a bit too much, from just someone playing with her, it usually takes much more to get her this riled up, tries not to focus on why it's different now.
“Try pulling it.” Ivan interjects with a sly smile on his face.
Alina gasps as he follows the instruction, the sensation a welcomed one, but not quite what she needs right now, too sensitive. She reaches back, presses his other hand on her breast where he’s yet to touch her. Closes her eyes and enjoys the electric feeling of unfamiliar hands on her.
“Alina I’ll give you fifty for the skirt.” Fedyor interjects and she opens her eyes to see his hand press firmly into the bulge in his pants.
She nods, wetting her lips. She has half a mind to think she should probably ask for more, but can’t be bothered to talk or move or think for that matter.
“Another fifty for the panties then, if you're wearing them, of course.” Ivan adds from his position arm to arm with Fedyor.
It’s– Saints– it’s a lot. She’d be completely naked then, every inch of skin bared to their greedy eyes. She should probably think this through before– Delicious desire pulses between her legs, and she can't really think like this. She shakes her head, sees the dejected expression on Ivan’s eyes.
“A— AH — A hundred.”
“Getting a bit expensive there, Alina. David, how does she feel, is it worth it?” Ivan replies, running his tongue along his teeth like the cocky bastard he is.
“Yeah, she’s— It’s very soft, warm too.”
“All right, that’s a deal. Let Fedyor collect our bounty then.” He adds with a laugh. As if he ever considered saying no to whatever she asked. Like he’s not as desperate as he looks to see her naked.
Fedyor stands up quickly, too impatient to pretend this is unimportant. Alina opens her eyes to see him rearrange the bulge on his trousers as he does.
He kneels by her feet, both knees flat on the floor and looking up at her like she’s a Saint to be worshipped. It’s hot –so fucking hot, Saints– a shiver travels down her body, and, when his warm fingers slip under the waistband of her skirt to help pull the zipper down, she feels desperate enough to beg.
She bites her tongue, tries to play it cool a little bit longer. Fedyor pulls her skirt down, dragging his fingers down her leg with it. His hands are soft, leaving goosebumps as they go. Once the skirt is removed she’s left in only her pink panties, a wet spot already darkening the front. She has to look up to the ceiling to avoid the knowing glance he gives her.
David’s hand chooses that moment to pull on one of her piercings and she can’t contain the noise she makes, a little breathy sound, still too loud to go unnoticed in the quiet of the room.
Her head is going a bit fuzzy, too turned on and nowhere safe to look with so many eyes on her. She feels Fedyor’s hands traveling up her legs again, a finger casually sliding over her still covered cunt. He makes it to the waistband of her panties and stops. She wants to fucking scream. Slap him, maybe. How can they tease her like this when she's so desperate, close to insanity.
“Alina.” Aleksander’s voice, rough and deep, pulls her out of her trance, forces her to focus on his face. “Look at a man while he’s taking your panties off.”
She wants to protest, say something impertinent or funny or, just– anything. But there’s something in his voice, the absolute command in it, that makes her want to obey.
She nods, looks down at Fedyor, as he starts sliding her panties down. He’d always seemed like a nice enough guy, sweet, polite, funny. There’s a different side of him at play here, nothing sweet about his eyes now or the sharp edge of his teeth as he grins. He seems fascinated by the sight of her wet cunt as it comes into view.
She’s breathing hard by the time he removes them, leaving her completely naked to the room. She wonders if the slick gathering between her legs is really visible in this light, if she’s as drenched as she feels. Wonders if she'll get to come.
“David, would you like to check if Alina is enjoying herself?” Aleksander asks. She can feel David nod behind her, his quickening breath hitting her nape. “Alina, would you—?”
“Yeah, yes you can— you can touch me.”
“You didn’t even name a price, princess.”
“God— Sasha please…” She whines, her whole body trembling with need, too desperate now for his stupid games.
She grabs David’s hand, still pressing into her breast and guides it down towards her pussy, placing his finger directly over her sensitive clit. She can’t– she won’t – wait another second or she will fucking scream.
David freezes, just rests his finger softly over her clit, the denial even worse than having nothing at all.
“Just circle around it, get it wet and move your finger where she showed you.” Ivan says, voice rough, hand already shoved inside his trousers.
He does, thankfully, if a bit hesitant.
“Harder, David, let her feel it. Is she wet?”
“Yeah— It’s very wet.” He pulls his hand away from her as he says it and she gasps, wants to shout at him to stop playing around. He just holds it up to the light, letting everyone see how wet with her his fingers are already.
“David, it’s rude to play with a lady. Unless she asks you, of course. Keep going, c’mon.” Ivan admonishes from the sofa.
Actually maybe she does like Ivan more than she thought.
She’s aware of David’a hard cock pressing into the small of her back, the way every man in the room is hard for her already. But none of them seem to be ready to join her in her nakedness, waiting for something– a sign, an order, a fucking command from the lord. Who knows.
David’s hand tries to go back to her clit but misses, she huffs, frustrated, moves her hand to try and help him but Fedyor stops her, holding onto her wrists from his spot on the floor.
“How is he going to learn if you don’t let him, Alina?” He asks, pressing tightly into her wrists.
“I couldn’t care less about his—“
“Hold her hands behind her back, David.” Aleksander interjects, cruel bastard that he is.
David moves the hand that was holding her breast to pull both wrists behind her back. She guesses she could stop him, it would take no effort at all, really. But the helplessness of the position is too alluring to pass on and by the time she thinks of moving she’s tightly restrained by his hands and body.
David keeps circling that sensitive bundle of nerves and it’s good –fantastic, really– but not quite enough with how pent up she’s feeling. But she could come, probably wouldn’t take that much, even some air directly blown into her clit might do it at this point.
“Let me give you a hand, love, it’s too empty, isn’t it? That tight little pussy needs just a bit more to feel good.” Fedyor must have seen the frustration on her face and she’s grateful, nods before he’s even done speaking, pouts to really deliver her point.
Two of his fingers press into her entrance, a bit of a stretch, but she welcomes it, would welcome anything right now. He is good, knows how to push and how to bend his fingers. She lets out a moan, squirming but unable to do anything about it from her position pinned between these two men.
“Fuck, you’re tight love.” He murmurs, only for her.
“How does she feel?” There’s a hard edge in Aleksander’s voice now, something dangerous just reaching the surface.
“Best pussy I’ve ever felt, she’s gripping my fingers like a vice.”
Their fingers are relentless, David’s keeping a good steady rhythm on her clit and Fedyor’s pushing in and out of her cunt with some effort. She’s going to come soon, she’s too on edge to last like this.
“And you were keeping all that away from us? We had no idea, Alina, how fucking cruel of you.” Aleksander’s voice is mocking, laughing at her, demeaning –like the conceited man he is–, and she should be embarrassed –ashamed, really–, but she can’t show weakness with him, he would eat her up and spit her out for it.
“ Ah, ah, ah ...Ma––Matthias did, he has...before…”
She goes through the effort of keeping her eyes open for this, to see the shocked expression on his face as he turns towards his friend. Matthias is hunched over next to Aleksander, eyes wide in shock at her confession.
“It wasn’t… It wasn’t like that, we didn’t do anything. We just…” He looks at Aleksander and there’s guilt and panic in his eyes, his teeth biting into his lip. “We just kissed a bit, I touched her but I didn’t go any further I swear . I stopped, I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t do that, man, you know me.”
Aleksander’s eyes are completely black, dangerous, a bit unhinged. It surprises her, from a man who has never bothered to pay that much attention to her. Who has ignored her silly crush for as long as she can remember.
Is he really willing to do whatever this is but is enraged at the idea of her messing around with one of his friends behind his back?
“Fedyor, make her come. She’s going to need it.” He grunts, keeping his eyes on Matthias.
“Sorry, buddy, learning time is over.” Fedyor says, removing David's hand from her clit and pushing his mouth into her cunt instead.
She shouts at the wet suction of his lips over her. He’s efficient, too good and too skilled at this for her brain to maintain any sort of normal functioning. She feels her knees buckle but it’s thankfully held up by David before she collapses on the floor.
It takes almost no time, the press of a third finger inside her and a hint of teeth on her clit and she’s coming, letting out a wild sound as she does, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. She can’t even look away from the harsh line of Aleksander’s mouth as she comes, doesn’t have the time.
She slumps over, her ass pressing into David’s crotch, held up by him like a marionette on a string.
“Come here, Alina, if you want to be treated like a whore, I will treat you like one.” Aleksander’s voice, cruel and dark, breaks into the ringing in her head. She’s nodding before she can register what he has said.
Fedyor stands up and holds her by the arms, moves her gently towards Aleksander, helps her bend her knees and sit on his lap like an offering for a god.
Aleksander’s arms come around her body, pressing a hand on her naked ass, pushing their crotches together. She could cry, might still do, at finally finally feeling his hard cock pressing into her cunt through his sweatpants. Nothing unaffected about that.
“Tell me what you want, if you want to leave–” He whispers into her ear, a wet swipe of his tongue over the sensitive skin.
“Hey, are you okay? Is this okay?” Matthias leans over, touching her lower back with a huge rough hand. She looks at him for a second, something in her mind recognizes that it must have taken some guts for him to stand up to Aleksander and ask her that.
She considers it for a second. How little they all know them. How it can be seen from the outside, this rocky relationship of theirs. Their fights and their arguments, their endless back and forth. No one –not even his closest friends– can understand how they both need it. How there’s nothing one can give the other that the other is not willing to accept.
“ Please, please, Sasha –– No more games…”
“What do you want?” He presses, desperation finally showing on his voice.
“Fuck me, please.” She begs, opening her lips in anticipation of his kiss.
He presses forward, kisses her like watching her has been killing him, pries her mouth open with his tongue as he takes hold of her hair. A hand sneaks up to touch her breast, a bit cold but not unpleasant. He uses his fingers to pull on the little suns dangling from her nipples and lights fickle in her vision at the action.
“Sasha...Sasha...please.” She whines, tries to use her hands to pull down his sweatpants but he stops her.
“C’mon Aleks, let her have it now.”
“I would stay quiet if I were you, Matthias.”
He pushes his thumb all the way towards the back of her mouth leisurely, like he’s in no rush at all. She grinds down on him, pushing her cunt against the hard bulge in his trousers. That seems to get him working, lifting his hips under her and pushing his sweatpants down his legs, finally.
“Come sit here, David, I want to show you how sweet and pliant a girl gets once you fuck her properly, even a loud-mouth like her.” He says, eyes never leaving hers as he positions the hard head of his cock against her entrance.
It’s a tight fit, even with how wet and ready she feels. She tries to catch her breath, relax a bit, but when she looks to the side there’s Matthias, eyes boring into hers with so much intensity she can barely look away. He’s biting the skin of his thumb, might draw blood at any moment. The other side is easier, David seems almost curious, lifts a hand and brushes her lower back. She ends up pressing her forehead to Aleksander’s chest, trying desperately to get enough air in her lungs.
She whimpers as he rearranges her, making gravity do some of the work for him.
“Saints , Aleks, poor thing can barely take the whole thing.” She hears Ivan’s voice almost as if it were inside a glass bowl, far away and unimportant. But it does something to her, muscles tightening impossibly and then relaxing, helping him push that last inch forward.
“Who would have thought such a pretty little thing could take so much.” Fedyor adds with a laugh, but she hears the distinct sound of skin against skin as one of them must have taken matters into their own hands.
“Lay back, princess, hands on my knees.” Aleksander instructs, starts lifting her like she weighs nothing, moving her along his length almost effortlessly. There’s blood rushing in her ears, a fuzzy emptiness in her head as she struggles to put every sensation together.
He is big –a bit too big for her if she’s completely honest with herself. But it’s still the best fucking feeling in the world, to be this full, to be used like this, by him. She can’t touch her clit like this but she thinks that, for once, she might not even need to.
“Feels nice, princess? You feel fantastic on my cock. So sweet .” He says, running his tongue viciously down her neck.
She tries rolling her hips, feels his hands lifting her and helping move her along. The noises they’re making are obscene, wet and sloppy, as breathy ah-ah-ah sounds leave her mouth.
She almost forgets, that they’re not alone in the room. For a second she just looks into his eyes and forgets there’s even a world out there. But there’s a hand pressing her down, running along the sweat gathering on her lower back, that’s distinctly not his.
“How does she look, David? Pretty little thing getting fucked.” He says, rambling a bit as he presses his sharp teeth into her throat.
“She’s— so pretty. Eh…beautiful. But she looks tired.”
They all laugh, even Matthias lets out a low chuckle.
Aleksander comes closer to whisper wetly into her ear.
“Why don’t you give him a hand, princess?”
She nods but doesn’t move, waits for him to bark more orders around her, hears David’s pants coming down and then her hand is being moved towards him. Aleksander’s strong fingers guiding hers to grip around David’s wet hard cock. He’s really hard already, and when she looks to the side she can see the deep color of it, how it's leaking at the top. He’s so wound up it won’t take any effort at all to make him come. Good, she thinks, he’ll fucking remember her all right.
David lets out a low moan but doesn’t move, seems incapable of reacting in any way at the feel of her soft hand around him. She’s happy to do it, the feel of a cock inside her and another on her hand surprisingly arousing. But there’s just not enough coordination in her to do much, already struggling to breath and keep her balance where she’s perched on Aleksander’s knees. It’s easy enough to just let Aleksander bounce her on his cock, the movement helping her hand drag along David’s cock. Efficient, simple.
She whines when he starts bouncing her faster, the press of his cock insistent inside her and she’s so so so close to coming, but not quite there, needs a bit more. Tries to kiss Aleksander but falls to the side, almost into David’s lap. He seems hesitant, a bit confused, but bends down and places a kiss on her lips. It’s a little dry, almost chaste, but she welcomes the extra contact, the familiar almost innocent press of lips helps keep her mind off of everything else.
“That’s enough, you don’t want to take too many firsts from him, he’ll become attached.” Aleksander interjects, dragging her off David’s mouth by the hair.
The fucking bastard.
The asshole who took her first kiss (she was fourteen and wanted to know what it was like, begged for it until he gave in), the first boy to see her naked (when she was fifteen and he dared her to skinny dip on his family’s lake), the first cock she’s ever touched (at sixteen, over his pants while they watched a movie).
The very first man who made her come, just with his mouth on her cunt, when she was thinking of losing her virginity to her high school boyfriend, unsure of how it should feel, how she would know if it was good.
The first and only man who whispered into her ear afterwards “if it doesn’t feel like that it’s not worth it, Alina, remember that.”
The cause of this endless fucking search since then, this frustrating quest for a moment like that in every man and woman she’s ever fucked.
“Oh, I think you almost got it, Alina, he’s lasted longer than we thought.” Ivan adds, bringing her back into herself.
“Good boy, David, why don’t you come on her chest.” Aleksander groans against her neck, her legs tighten around him, thrashing around in protest at the change in pace.
He’s fucking her slowly now, mostly grinding her against him, so deep inside her she can feel him in her throat, her chest, feels his balls rubbing against her ass. Every cell in her body attuned to his every need.
She’s moved to the side, her eyes falling briefly on David’s hard cock, her hand limp on it now as he moves it however he wants. She feels a bit confused, head woozy and eyes unfocused, shaky exhales leaving her mouth as she just lets it all happen. When he finally comes It’s hot, the ribbons of come landing on her nipple, her breast, a little bit on her neck. It’s nice, she thinks, it feels good. She welcomes it, even as it starts dripping down her body.
She closes her eyes for a second, feeling lost inside her head for a bit. Peaceful. But doesn’t get much of a break as Aleksander renews his punishing pace, moving her up and down with his arms like a limp doll.
“What do you want, princess? After me?” He asks, and she thinks through the fog that it’s getting annoying now, all these fucking questions when he should be the one deciding.
That’s what he’s always done. Why can he do it now when she needs it the most?
“Ah...Anything…”
“Anything?”
“Not in my ass, I don’t–– It’s too hard.” She mumbles into his neck, drooling into the soft fabric of his tshirt.
“Who fucks you, princess, you need––I need to be sure.”
She makes the effort to lift her head, lolling a bit to the side, presses her lips against his as she mumbles her answer.
“You know who– everything else… I don’t care. Please, Sasha.”
He smiles softly and his thrust speed up as he fucks her with intent now. He won't shut up, of course. But it's different now, less annoying. Calls her princess, murmurs how soft and hot and fucking tight she is, runs his hands along her back and then, briefly, presses his thumb into her clit. It’s enough, she whimpers, stretched tight on the widest part of his cock, and it’s too much –way too much for her, she knows, doesn't care–, but she shudders through her orgasm, closes her eyes and burrows herself into the comforting smell of him.
He follows shortly after her, coming with a groan, as deeply as he can go inside her, strong hands pushing her almost painfully against him. He’s so fucking strong, so solid, already too big inside her now that she’s come. He lifts her off of him with an embarrassingly wet sound. Lifts her until she’s in the air, only being held up by his hands, deposited almost delicately into Matthias’ lap and she’s a bit embarrassed at being handled like this. She protests, makes some kind of noise, –probably human, hopefully– tries to wiggle away. She’s going to mess up his trousers, there’s come running down her inner thighs.
“You’ve wanted to fuck him for a long time, haven’t you, princess? Well you are going to get your wish.” He pushes her hair off her sweaty face, stays close next to her as he speaks. “You might regret being a fucking slut when you can’t walk tomorrow.”
A chorus of laughs from Ivan and Fedyor in response. She can’t believe it. Can’t believe she’s covered in sweat and come and almost unable to string two thoughts together and those fucking assholes are still unaffected enough to laugh.
She’s not sure what transpires between Aleksander and Matthias but one moment she’s sitting on his lap, body completely slack and being held up only by two pairs of strong hands and the next she’s on her knees, ass up and face pushed against the soft fabric of the sofa. She feels the blunt press of a hard cock against her entrance, big, way too big. The girth is concerning, wider than anything she’s ever taken, and while she’s stretched out from being fucked by Aleksander, she’s not sure she’s going to be able to take it.
“No need to use lube with this one, bro, she’s drenched.” Fedyor adds, voice suddenly much closer than she remembers. There’s a hand pressing into her hair and she thinks it might be his.
He pushes in, probably trying to take it slow but she’s too slippery and he just– slides in. There’s some resistance and she’s afraid there just won’t be enough space inside her for the whole thing. She hasn’t even seen it, but she can feel that he’s not done, not even close.
“Ah–– It’s too big… I’m––” She tries to protest, lifting a hand uselessly.
“It’s okay, I can just… just like this is enough, Alina, don’t worry…” Matthias murmurs, his soft controlled voice hoarse as he tries to stop himself from pushing all the way in.
“You asked for this, remember?” Aleksander adds, a feral bite to his words. Places his hands on her lower back. “So take it, the whole thing.”
He pushes her back, right into him. She screams, knees shaking and threatening to give out on her but it works, after the shock of pain something inside her just gives and suddenly she can feel the press of Matthias’ pelvis against her ass, his balls flushed to her backside.
“Saints, did she really take it all? Amazing, Alina, fucking unbelievable, the pussy on that girl.” Ivan’s voice seems far far far away as Matthias’ starts rocking inside her.
Beside the difference in size and position it almost feels like she just never stopped getting fucked, like this has been going on forever, will go on endlessly with no reprieve for her used and tired body.
“God, Alina, you’re… so good. Fuck.” The soft words do something for her, spreading around her chest slowly, warming her from the inside out.
“Lift your head, love.” He doesn’t wait for her to comply, Fedyor just drags her up by the hair and pushes his hard cock in front of her parted mouth.
She opens wider for him, distantly remembering to cover her teeth but her mind is too unfocused to do much more. He doesn’t seem to mind, uses her mouth as he wishes, sliding in as Matthias’ thrusts push her forward into him. It’s way too much, she’s not getting enough air, and her body feels too small, too tight and full, not enough room inside her for herself, much less these two men. But it's good, she's good, they said so, they like it. She can take it, she will show them the meaning of good.
“Those little tits look so good like this.” Someone, somewhere –can’t be sure who– says, it pushes her a bit more, to do better, to take as much as she's given.
“First time I see that smart mouth quiet, but getting fucked does that to a girl like her.”
“Alina, princess, you finally got every man’s attention, just like you always wanted, you should say thank you.” Aleksander’s hands are on her, on her hair, and back, her leg, even her foot at one point. Like he needs to be touching something of hers, anything.
Things, voices, specific actions, or moments are unclear for a while. But Matthias is way too rough with her, she thinks. He should be aware of the strength he has, of how fragile she is under his muscled arms and powerful fingers. He fucks her wildly, his cock so deep inside her she’s afraid he might bruise her, knees burning as they drag along the fabric of the sofa over and over again. She imagines looking down at herself, at the debauched sight she would make. She wonders if you could see the shape of his cock through her abdomen as he pushes in. She wishes she could check, just to be sure. But her legs are shaking so wildly the prospect of falling into a heap on the sofa seems more likely by the moment.
“You better enjoy this, you fuckers, because this is the last time you’ll ever fucking touch her.” She thinks she hears Aleksander say at one point, can’t be sure of anything.
Fedyor pulls out of her suddenly, her mouth leaking as it stays slack and open. She hears him grunt and when she tries to open her eyes he stops her.
“Keep your eyes closed, love, I’m almost done.”
There’s a deep groan and the distinct feeling of his warm come landing on her lips, her nose, her closed eyelids. She tries to burrow her head back into the sofa, to rest for just one blissful second but someone holds her up again.
“Just a second, Alina, one more and you’re done.” She can’t open her eyes, but that’s Ivan’s voice, close, probably standing in front of her. And those are the wet noises of his hand jacking himself off in front of her. He’s not lying, the next time Matthias pushes her forward there’s more come landing on her face, joining what has been painted on her already. Some leaking down into her open mouth, bitter and warm.
She collapses on the sofa, lets Matthias do whatever he wants with her, hears her own heart beating wildly, the hot movement of her blood in her veins, thinks she could stay here forever, in this white clear empty room in her brain she never knew existed.
Imagines being fucked like this for the rest of her life. Wild, and full, and rendered incapable of any rational thought besides the usefulness of her body, the warmth of some men’s come drying on her body.
Aleksander’s knuckle on her clit almost makes her shout, makes her clench on Matthias’ cock, regrets it immediately. She squirms, dragging her face on the sofa in hopes that the burn of the fabric will help her clear her mind.
“I can’t–– I don’t th–AH–. Sasha, I don’t know...If if I can…”
“You can, Alina, one more, for me. Make me proud, my sweet little slut.” He grunts into her ear, leaves no option for disagreement.
She lets him, nods with teary eyes and allows his knuckle to stimulate her past the point of pain and pleasure. Matthias grunts loudly, his hand pushing her head down, fingers holding her hair so tightly she’s afraid he might tear some of it out. But it helps, that last point of delicious pain in her scalp pushing her over. Her orgasm is almost painful, almost unreal that her nerves are still alive after the endless stimulation.
But she comes, stays high, her mind somewhere past normal functioning and unable to bring her back down. It feels light and peaceful here. Even the brutal press of Matthias’ cock inside her as he finally finally comes inside her feels surreal, like she’s dreaming.
She stays like that for a while, not completely asleep but also not awake. She’s somewhat aware of what’s happening in the room, but only distantly. Matthias pulling out of her, the drag of his cock as he does threatening to destroy her sanity. She thinks he might place a soft kiss on her shoulder as he leaves.
She’s not sure how long she stays in that position, completely naked and laying on the sofa on her front with Aleksander running his fingers comfortingly down her body. They feel like a lifeline– those fingers, the only thing connecting her to her body.
He keeps talking, as he usually does. And for once, the familiar drag of his voice is comforting.
So beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like that.
I’m so proud of you princess, there’s no one like you in the world.
If you let me, I would keep you for the rest of my life, my beautiful girl.
I would marry you right now.
Sweetest cunt I’ve ever felt, I’ll never be able to share anymore.
My pretty girl.
Mine, mine, mine.
It lulls her into a sort of peaceful trance and once she starts to come back into herself she’s floating on a bathtub as Aleksander runs a wet cloth around her body.
“Oh, hey, welcome back, princess.”
She croaks a hello, blushing at the hoarse sound of her voice.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, concern visible in his eyes.
She closes hers, the harsh lights hurting her eyes, rests her head against the bathtub.
“Tired, sore, like I could sleep for a month.”
“Mentally, Alina, how are you feeling?” Oh, so he is worried. Probably worried that she regrets it now. Her first instinct is to latch onto his weakness, make fun of him, argue, make him so annoyed at her he has no option but to forget everything else and focus only on her.
But she’s naked in his tub and he seems pretty preoccupied with her at the moment, so she decides to go with honesty. After everything they’ve done, it’s probably time.
“Good, great, fantastic. Like you owe me $300 and I won’t forget.”
He laughs, loud and clear, his whole face filled with relief and almost childish joy, hair falling into his eyes at the motion.
“I’ll give it to you tomorrow, don’t worry.”
“You’re leaving tomorrow… for your vacation.”
“Hmm….” He runs the cloth down her belly and she hisses as it comes way too close to her used cunt. “We are going on vacation tomorrow, you mean.”
She pauses, tries to argue again about not accepting charity, she's independent, she doesn't need––. But what would be the point. He knows way too much, it’s stupid to keep doing this pointless dance. There’s no energy left inside her to argue, everything has been efficiently fucked out of her.
“I… I don’t have clothes for that.” She replies shyly. Apparently there is some shame inside her still, who would have thought.
“I’ll take you shopping before, don’t worry. I can’t have you in one of those indecent skirts of yours, It’s the first time I bring a girlfriend home.”