Pain, my nipples hurt, I looked down and 2 hands ware twisting my nipples, pinching them and pulling, I looked at the man who is responsible for this feeling and said “it hurts”, in return he slapped my breasts, while asking if I feel better now, I smiled back at him and he laughed, everyone ware laughing, I think I missed the joke, so I joined them, laughing hard and letting my head fall back, someone is pulling my hair back so I can’t lift my head back, I feel hands running all over my body, it felt like I was sweating while freezing, my legs are being spared and the pussy is being touched, my boobs are moving, someone is slapping them. 

Fingers, teeth, burning cigarettes and drinks, they passed on me not leaving an inch of me untouched.

I was now carried up the stairs, it felt like floating on a cloud, to a bedroom and despite some struggles I was soon pinned down on the bed as they all took turns touching me any way they wanted. my nipples were getting attention of exploring hands and my thighs were making no attempt to close as hands rubbed up and down my pussy and then fingers penetrating my embarrassingly wet vagina.

Between them they licked and nibbled on my nipples while another was busy eating my pussy as my ankles were held high and wide by the forth old man, for him to have free access to me. 

The scarred man man licked me, he penetrated me with his tongue, he sucked my vagina like he might have kissed his lover exploring her mouth with his tongue, opening me wide with his fingers, nibbling and sucking harder and harder, deeper, DEEPER. Someone was panting, it took me a few seconds to realise it was me, I was not able to control my body as I begged to wake up from the euphoria that surrounded my mind.

He lifted his head from my wide spared pussy, like a hungry lion looking at his next meal just before he takes its life, he asked me to choose a number between 1 and 5. I had no idea why but something in the back of my head knew the outcome of my answer would not be good. I softly replied 1, feeling droll dripping from the side of my mouth. "wrong" he said, the answer is ALWAYS three, while his hand raised above my face he bunched up three fingers forming a rough triangle, slowly lowering it down my chest, to my belly, and finally across my sore clit, I felt him opening my lips with one hand and then three fingers forcing their way into me, stretching the entrance to my pussy wide, as he began to penetrate me, back and fort, faster, harder, with his fingers.