The frat boys in charge

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.

Jenny’s body was still withering from the explosive orgasm. Her mind, for the the first time, wasn’t chaotic with a thousand different thoughts, and conflicting emotions. For a moment, she was at peace. Elated as the last thrills of the orgasm raddled her nerves, and even the faintest smile blossomed onto her pretty lips. Then he spoke, and reality was like a cold weight on her conscious.

“No,” she huffed out quickly. Shaking her head as she gulped back the moans. Lips swiping together and clambering into her mouth as she tried to keep quiet.  “I can’t…” it was suddenly drown out, slight implications of a moan, the tingling from his tip rubbing her still felt between her legs. “It’s bad,” she dug her head into the pillow, but picked her hips up, a faint rock of her hips into him. 

James watched her as she struggled with the orgasm but he was much beyond wanting just to please her now. He could see the resistance flood back into her eyes as he mentioned fucking her. He knew what it meant, but he didn't care anymore. He couldn't stop thinking about his sister, and he wanted nothing more than to make her some sort of sex fiend to call his own.

Isabella slowed down when he started to move. Her body shifting and dipping when he scrambled onto the mattress. She didn’t look up, completely ignorant to the camera, she was far too busy sucking on his head. Not letting a moment go by without her mouth, tongue, or even sloppy, but light scraps of her teeth running along his sensitive head. When he was perfectly positioned on top of her she craned her head upwards again and began to suck.

The motions were far more fluid and easier. His growth was a quickly occupying every crevice of her mouth. His girth caused her once plump lips to expand into thin lines as she slapped her tongue along the underside of cock and inched down. Every few seconds she came up for air, but it was a moment of emptiness before she was jousting her head forward.

Big brown eyes finally detached from watching her work to look up at him. She was startled at first by the camera, but her mouth was a bit occupied and she was a tad turned on by the massive invasion of privacy. Instead of mouthing off about it, she simply nodded her head, then squealed when his large hand pounded into her big breast. It was almost as hot as him slapping her pussy. It stung, even tingled, it scared her, but turned her on. Wide eyes peeping up on him said it all, the moan that vibrated along his cock spoke volumes on the twisted sense of pleasure it gave her too. It egged her on, faster pumps, practically fucking his dick with her own mouth at the speed of her head bobbing on his cock. “I want your cum baby, all over me,” she panted, jacking him off as she took a small breath to properly breath before gobbling him up again.

She was there, only maybe a few inches of his cock not occupied by the warm and squishy texture of her mouth. The dribble spit and pre-cum made for a sloppy view, and even sloppier blow job. Strings of spit dripping from her plump lips, even bubbling around them. Isabella didn’t care, pleasing him seemed to be her own priority.

Sam was trying to get the camera to focus but the quick flicks of Isabella's tongue on him had him so distracted he wasn't even sure what he was looking at through the LCD screen. She hadn't noticed and he enjoyed her honest reactions captured this way, not sure if she would get shy, or put on a show when she realized. He slapped her tit, watching her moan in surprise and he knew she was all about the pain, and there would be plenty of fun to be had between the two of them if he could get her to continue.

He let her do the work, her mouth swallowing around his thick cock as much as she could. He was really impressed to see her get as much down as she had. He grinned wickedly down at her as she pumped her hand along his length as she spoke. "All over you?" He chuckled, reaching down and grabbing her hair, holding her face still for a second and he gagged her with his dick on purpose, for nothing other than to watch her eyes widen once more.

He let go, letting her continue on with her blowjob, as she proceeded to make a mess of herself. She was drooling down her chin and chest, eyes watering and she hadn't even stopped to wipe any of it away. "What a good little cock slut. I'm gonna cum all over you." He said with a groan, he could feel his dick twitching as he tried to hold out. It was impossible to resist when she was giving him one of the most eager blowjobs he'd ever received. He pulled his cock from her lips and reached down, stroking his cock with his big hands.