Public Nudity / Beach / Round 3 Prone

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Eli pushes your face into the table, leaving you bent against the edge with your ass and crotch vulnerable. Your mind is not working well enough to grasp the implications of this until after his fingers begin prodding and poking roughly at your backside and privates.

Even as the boys were shoving their cocks in your mouth, even as they were masturbating all around you and wiping their penises on you, it somehow never occurred to you that you were about to have sex...about to be raped. Your virginity is not something you had ever really thought about. That is, not until right now.

You begin to squirm again, reaching forward to try to find leverage so you can push off the table and raise your head. Your palms slip in the smear of cum all over your hands and the table. This evokes a roar of laughter from the boys.

That's when you feel it. Somehow, the excitement of being inside you managed to get Eli ready to go again in even less time than passed between round one, on the table, and round two, on the floor. The rigid head of his cock is pressing, probing at your private place, rubbing slime and spit all over you.

The sensation of it pushing, in a single, unbidden thrust, through your fragile hymen, and into your vagina is like being torn in half. You scream, or at least try to before someone's rough hand clamps down on your mouth. Eli thrusts away. His cock was already slimy with cum and spit. Along with the blood of your maidenhead, there is enough lubrication. However, he is on his third go of the night, so he is not quick. On and on he thrusts into you. You feel his balls slapping against the insides of your thighs while his palms dig into your shoulders. Over and over he savages you. You barely notice when he finishes. Nothing even seems to change until he finally withdraws. By then you feel numb and exhausted.

Of course, he is quickly replaced by another boy.

The rhythmic sensation of their teenaged cocks plunging in and out of you takes on a strange quality. As the pain fades, it is replaced by something else. Even as your mind, dimmed by the fog of alcohol and exhaustion, howls against what is going on, your body starts sending different signals. The weight of the boys pushing against your pelvis grinds the sensitive nub at the top of your sex against the hard tabletop. While they thrust away, there is a squirming, quivering electricity building inside your belly.

You attempt to focus on that, coaxing out the feeling, only to have it stripped away when the JayJay, complaining about "sloppy seconds," despite being the fourth in line, spits a gobbet of spittle onto your exposed asshole and then roughly enters your unprepared anal passage. Although the fifth boy returns to your ravaged cunt, the sixth follows JayJay's lead.

At last, they let go of you. Unsupported, you slide gracelessly off the edge of the table and into a cum-spattered pile on the ground. You try to lay on your back, or even sit on your heels, but the pain that explodes from your groin and ass makes your vision disappear behind purple and cream starbursts. The only position that minimizes the pain turns out to be crawling on your hands and knees.

Distantly you hear the rapid click-click-click of JayJay's camera again and again. The boys are spreading out, at last, lounging on the chairs and pulling on their pants. It doesn't seem like they have a fourth-round in them.

You crawl a few more feet and try to get a hold of yourself, when suddenly,


...you feel the golden retriever Brutus, whom you had forgotten in all this chaos, begin licking and probing at your exposed crotch. Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 23:34, 1 January 2020 (UTC)

...a new voice, deeper and stronger than any of the boys' shouts: "What the hell is going on?" JayJay's dad is home.

...Thomas drapes a beach towel over your back and then sits in front of you, "How are you holding up?" he asks.