Helen awoke with a start. It was still dark, and she was unsure of what had awakened her. Then Jessica shrieked ecstatically from Helen’s father’s room. “Pound my arse.”
Helen grinned. Her best friend, Jessica, was always louder when Helen's father buggered her. Helen sighed, wishing her own bum was full, but she'd been celibate since her Corfu holiday. She rolled over and tried to sleep, but her best friend's loud, vocal enjoyment made it impossible.
When she arose, unable to bear Jessica's smug, satisfied expression at breakfast, Helen vowed to be fucked, in the arse, repeatedly. And today. In minutes, she had a plan: a well-hung stranger, in the pub car park, on band night.
That evening, she wore her sluttiest outfit: a tiny skirt, no knickers, a halter top that barely restrained her big tits, and a massive plug in her backside. The pub was packed, with plenty of fit, older men. But Jessica's words back in Corfu stung. You've never, ever slept with anyone your own age. Younger prospects were slim. Finally, she targeted the band. Five guys, all young. Well, not old.
At each break in their set, she threw herself at them. They all leered at her chest, so she knew they'd fuck her, given the opportunity. Around midnight, the band finished and quickly packed their equipment.
The lead singer looked her up and down when she propositioned him. “All of us. Really?”
Helen nodded. “And in my arse.”
Minutes later, she was naked, on her knees in the car park, sucking cock. Her face was plastered with jizz, and more oozed down her cleavage. Once all had unloaded in her mouth, or at least in its general vicinity, she stood. She leered at the lead singer. “Now fuck me hard.”
Helen bent over a car bonnet, resting her weight on her elbows. A rigid dick pressed into her tight, wet cunt, and another invaded her willing mouth. She was spit-roasted repeatedly, as one dick replaced another in her mouth and cunt, until her teenage pussy was sore and dripping with jizz.
She enjoyed every filthy moment as the men pleasured themselves in her tight minge and willing mouth, unloading gallons of jizz inside her, some in her greedy snatch and some, tasting salty, in her mouth, which she swallowed. Only the lead singer made her come, and she enjoyed their mutual climax as his dick spurted hot spunk deep inside her swollen, ravaged snatch. Craving more intense excitement, she spoke, “Okay, who wants my arse first?”
A brief argument ensued, but an order was soon established. Helen bent over the car once more. A hand tugged hard at her butt plug, and she screamed when the first dick slammed pleasurably into her tight sphincter, pounding her to an ecstatic climax. Twenty minutes later, she didn't know which dick was buggering her. The rigid dicks pistoned smoothly in and out of her abused anus, one unbending boner after another, some driving her to climax, others erupting inside her. Her thighs dripped with drying spunk.
When all the men were drained and Helen’s arse had been thoroughly and brutally pleasured, the lead singer spoke, “Thank you, slut.”
Moments later, she was naked and alone in the car park. Satiated and dripping cum from all her holes, not knowing how many times she had climaxed, Helen smiled. At least now, I’ll be less jealous when Jessica screams again.
