*Dubious consent isn’t for everyone, but it is for me so please don’t fret about my well-being.*
This was my second date with Paul, and I think we both knew it wasn’t gonna go anywhere serious, though we wanted to have some fun before ending anything. I was 21, and still enjoying school and had matched with Paul on one of the applications. He was 27 and had no issue with me being younger, and I didn’t mind either. Paul was a engineer, but was also in a social rugby league in my school town, and he looked it. Just shy of 6 feet tall, he was pretty built and knew we could have some fun if we ever got the chance.
We met up for some drinks at a bar and were having a pretty good time when two of his friends came into the bar. Paul lit up as they hugged and chatted before he introduced me. Michael and Trent were on his rugby team, of similar builds, though Trent was a little taller and, while definitely built, was slightly more lean to Paul and Michael’s stocky-ness. They were definitely enjoying catching up (it must have been an off season so they hasn’t seen each other recently) and I wondered that would be the end of the night. They all agreed to grab a table when Trent turned to me and asked if I’d join them. Hoping that I could still sleep with Paul, I decided to join them as they started getting rounds.
I ended up sitting between Paul and Trent as they mostly caught up with one another, shared jokes, and occasionally asked me questions. It wasn’t my favorite nignt but I was having a good enough time, especially not having to pay for quite a few drinks. After a little bit, Michel and Trent noted they lived a few blocks down, and asked if we should all go there for a few drinks to wind down. Hoping I could end the night quickly after and go home with Paul, I joined them as we headed outside and down the street to their apartment.
Drinks continued to be had inside as we all sat down, and I was feeling quite tipsy. Too tipsy to notice how all three of them kept looking me up and down, how they snuck glances to one another, and the growing bulges in their pants. As is often the case, a drinking game was suggested, which settled on truth or dare. I was clever enough to avoid dares, but got stuck with a few spicy truths about my own sex life. The last question that kicked off the reason for this story was, “Have you ever had sex with more than one guy before?”
All their eyes were on me when I said I’d had sex with two guys at a time (thank you to my ex boyfriend) which led to a question of more than that. I said I hadn’t, not noticing the silence that fell over the room, or Trent, Michael, and Paul looking at one another. “Let’s change that then, shall we?”
I turned to see Michael suddenly standing right in front of my face, unable to avoid seeing his bulge raging against his jeans. His hands were already on his waist, unzipping them and pulling both his jeans and underwear down to his knees, his hard cock nearly smacking my face. “Woah, um, hang on…” I stuttered, taken by surprise. I turned to look for Paul before Michael take my head and pull it onto his cock.
It pressed against my face first before finding my lips and pushing them open and entering my mouth. He thankfully started slow and let my tongue and lips wet his cock, and I almost instinctively started sucking it. I could hear him moaning, and got too distracted to hear Paul and Trent stand up and stand on either side of Michael, also dropping their pants to reveal their equally hard cocks.
Almost in a trance, I slid off the couch onto my knees in front of them. “Let’s wreck that pretty little mouth.” Paul said.
Paul pulled my mount onto his cock and I suddenly felt two more hands on the back of my head as Trent and Michael made sure I was swallowing all of their friends cock. Still almost in a trance, I went to work as the pace picked up. I felt almost lost in a forest of hard cocks – stroking, sucking, gagging, spit rolling down my chin. They started moving my mouth from cock to cock, guiding me roughly with their hands. Someone was gripping my hair tightly, someone was pushing their cock so deep I choked, which only made them grunt in pleasure.
Hands started reaching down to grope my tits, until finally someone pulled me off my knees in between the three of them as their hands started clawing, grabbing, and groping me as I felt someone’s tongue on my neck. “Wait wait slow down…” I mumbled out but no one listened, as Paul pulled my shirt off over my head and Trent worked my jeans and shoes off. In between this they had managed to strip their own clothes off, as Paul took a seat on the couch and I was shoved to my knees to face him. “Come here little girl…” he beckoned as he pulled my face toward him, his meaty thighs squeezing my neck as I started to gasp for air. He smiled and smacked my face with his cock taunting me, calling me a good little slut. Trent and Michael sat down on either side of Paul as they mocked my nervous, slightly oxygen deprived face. My makeup was smeared on my face already as Paul pulled my face down on his cock and started fucking it. “Don’t wear her out too much man.” Michael said as he took his turn next, once again being shared between all three of them.
After who knows how long, I was let go to catch my breath, seeing wet hard cocks still upright and hungry strong men staring down at me. Trent looked over at the others and said, “We’re going to need to break in this little slut guys.” They nodded and stood up, pulling me up and bringing me over to someone’s bedroom, despite my soft protest. “Shh, be a good slut.” Paul said, and all I wanted was to obey. Trent pulled me into a deep kiss as Michael unhooked my bra and slid down my panties. I was now fully nude, out of breath, and could only image what they were going to do next.
Part 2 coming! I know I’m behind on another post but it’ll go up soon!
NSFW: yes
