There was a large gathering at the Coach and Horses, a town centre pub which had been chosen as the starting point for the end of season party. Three years before, the club had banned the women’s team from holding the party in the club house after one of the new girls had been auctioned off to six members of the fourth team. So now events were held at various pubs in and around the town where it was easy to move on if things got to rowdy.

Placing a hand on my exposed back, Dean guided me through the throng of horny men who had surrounded the girls until I found myself stood alongside the team captain. I could see her eyes cast up and down my body, she was jealous of my figure which was perfectly displayed by the tight, black crop top I had paired with the mini skirt. “What’s the plan?” I asked and the captain nodded towards the far end of the group.

There, sitting at a table, were two of the new girls in the team, their tops removed so that they were sat in their bras. “Those two are doing this year’s induction challenge.”

“And I’m not?”

The captain glanced towards Dean and grinned, “you have a husband, he does not want you to be involved in this.”

I followed the captain’s gaze so that I could look at my husband who was now stood a few metres away. “I think you would be surprised by what he would want me to be involved in.”

“Yeah…” the captain said, “like he would want you to be sexually humiliated and revealed.”

“How about if you could take him home with you?” I asked the question knowing that Dean would definitely be up for it. The captain was a small blonde girl with tiny breasts who was clothed in a strapless dress. She was not the most attractive of women, but neither was she ugly, either way I knew that Dean was interested as he had asked me questions about what she looked like naked. The day I had told him that she was shaved he had taken me hard, talking about how he wanted to fill her.

The captain reacted to my question, her face turning to meet mine, her eyes wide with lust. “Really?” she asked, “you would let him fuck me?”

“He would love to fuck you but only if I can join in with the little game.”

I could see that the captain was thinking about the options and as she considered her options, I beckoned Dean over to my side. “You two are going home together tonight, but only if I am allowed to join this game.”

Dean grinned at my comment and I he slid a hand around the captain’s waist, pulling her gently towards him. “We’ll have a great time,” he whispered into the captain’s ear and silently she relented to my taking part.

Walking over to the table where the other two women were sat, I pushed myself between the two of them. In front of me stood Claire, a heavy-set woman who was the team social secretary. She was known to be a heavy drinker and party animal who had no sex life. The way her eyes lit up as she watched the three of us said to me that this was her way of getting a sexual thrill. “Nice of you to join us Jess,” she sneered, “Donna and Cassie are eager to prove they belong in the team.”

At the mention of their names I took the time to check out Donna and Cassie. Donna was a tall, muscular woman with small breasts that she hid behind a sports bra. On my other side, Cassie was young, fresh faced and nervous. It was rumoured that Cassie was a virgin and the plain, cream coloured bra behind which she hid suggested there was some truth in it.

“Are you going to join them?” it was Claire who spoke, her voice seeming to growl as she did so.

“Meaning?”

“Get your top off so we can all see what your bra looks like.”

“Oh,” I replied, standing up for a moment. I decided not to hint at the fact that I was not wearing a bra. Whipping the top up and over my head, the assembled crowd gasped as my large, round breasts fell out of it.

“Fuck yeah,” Claire commented as she realised that I was going to take part topless.

I sat back down and realised that both Donna and Cassie were staring at my now exposed tits, comparing my ample assets with their own offerings. “The game is easy. You will take it in turns to answer questions posed by our audience about your lives and at the end the winner will get to have some fun.” It was Claire who had spoken again, and I realised that she was essentially the ringmaster who controlled the game.

As I watched, Claire patrolled back and fore until seemingly at random she picked a short bloke who was stood near the front who was staring at the three of us. “What is your question?”

“Umm…” the man stuttered with nerves for a moment, “umm… I… I want to know… how big their tits are?”

There was a gasp from Cassie as she realised how personal the opening question was while Claire turned to the three of us and smiled. “That’s a very good question, Donna, you answer first.”

“I’m a 36A,” Donna replied, and a couple of people sniggered in the crowd.

“Why do you even bother with a bra?” Claire asked before signalling to Cassie that it was her turn.

“I can’t do this,” Cassie whispered under her breath and I leaned over towards her and whispered.

“They’ll forget all about it tomorrow, besides, within a handful of questions it will all be aimed at me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, the questions will get increasingly personal and deliberately embarrassing but once they start hearing my answers, it’ll be all they want to hear.”

Cassie gave a weak smile as she tried to find the courage to put up with the situation until the focus turned on me. “Come on Cassie?” Claire demanded, “how big are your tits!”

“They’re umm… they’re 32C.”

Turning back to the guy who originally asked the question Claire laughed, “I bet on a young girl like her they are really pneumatic and bouncy,” she commented.

“Yeah, but want a really want to know is how big those juicy mounds in the middle are.”

I watched as Claire started to turn towards me, preparing to try and put me on the spot. “They’re 34G,” I commented, not giving Claire the chance to get the thrill of asking me directly.

“Oh… good, good,” Claire said as she moved around again to select a different man.

“How many guys have they slept with?” the guy who asked the question this time seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face while his gut hung down over his belt.

“That’s a good question, shall we do it by getting all the girls to stand up?” It was clear that Claire was enjoying her role and I realised just how much of a bully she was. Though I was enjoying having to humiliate myself in front of all the guys. “How about all three of you stand up?” Claire asked and the three of us did as told. “Now, I’m going to count upwards and when I get to a number that is equal to the number of guys you have slept with, you sit down.”

The three of us nodded in understanding as I watched Claire strut around like it was the best idea ever.

I watched Cassie, worried about how she would react if it did turn out that she was a virgin but thankfully as Claire called “one,” she stayed on her feet.

“Two,” again Cassie and Donna stayed on their feet and I felt a sense of relief inside that neither of them were going to be completely embarrassed.

“Three,” Claire called and out of the corner of my eye I saw Donna take a seat. “Only three?” Claire commented with a laugh, you seem a bit innocent Donna.

“I’m sure you have had so much cock yourself Claire,” I commented, and the ringmaster looked at me with evil intent in her eyes.

“Four, Five, Six,” Claire started to count quickly now, determined to find out at what point I would sit down. Cassie sat as Claire called “seven,” and it made me wonder how such an innocent girl could have had so many lovers. “Fifteen,” Claire called and I smiled at her knowing that she still had a long way to go.

Eventually, Claire smiled as she called “fifty,” and I raised a hand to stop her. “Fifty!” she said again, “you absolute fucking slag.”

“Fifty is when I stopped counting,” I replied with a smirk, “it’s probably closer to a hundred now.”

“A hundred?” Claire seemed to swallow as she repeated the number, “and you’re married?”

“Yeah, I’m married, and I promised to love him, I never promised to be faithful and he doesn’t want me to be faithful either.”

“Really? We’ll see about that.” Claire turned to the crowd, “Dean, where are you?” she called. I managed to find him before she did, and I had to supress a giggle as I realised that he had his tongue down the captain’s throat.

“Dean!” Claire called again just as her eyes finally found him but instead of trying to speak to him, she just stared at the reality. “Anyway, let’s move on,” she said without addressing the issue any further. “Does anybody have any other questions?”

A good-looking guy stepped out of the crowd and smiled at me. His skin was as black as a moonless night and seemed to have a natural shimmer to it. “I have a question,” he stated as he turned to look at the three of us. Claire nodded to him in confirmation that he could continue, “when was the last time you had sex?”

I sat back down as he asked the question and I noticed that Donna was squirming slightly, “about 6 months ago,” she replied.

“Umm…” Cassie said, “Thursday last week.”

Then Claire looked at me, “so are you going to answer the kind gentleman’s question?” She was being deliberately provocative now and I could see that she was wondering whether I would want to have the guy bed me.

“This afternoon, just after the game.”

“With Dean?”

“No, that was last night, it was someone else this afternoon though Dean watched.”

“Tell me more?” it was the man who spoke, and I could see that his smile had now become a look of lust.

“My husband arranged a friend for me, a good looking, black guy and he fucked me without a condom.”

There was a gasp from the crowd as I openly laid down the truth of my life, that I had a happy, sexually active and open marriage. It was not the way I had originally planned to reveal it, but I also knew that it would have to come out eventually otherwise people would talk and spread rumours.

“Let’s stick to the plan,” Claire shouted but I could see that she had lost control of the crowd and so I stepped out from behind the table.

“You’ve lost the crowd, all people want to know about now is me.” Claire growled at my comment and I was glad that I had been able to distract the discussion away from the other two girls. They were not me they were modest and quiet in their way, and it was unfair for them to be outed about their lives if they were not comfortable with it.

Stepping closer to the black guy I let him reach out and pull me into a tight embrace. “I’m really horny,” he whispered into my ear as he cradled me in an arm. I looked at him so that we could dance in each other’s gaze, there was a strong attraction between the two of us.

“I’m not wearing any knickers,” I whispered as our noses met and rubbed against each other.

“You nasty slut,” he replied, placing a hand between my legs which I parted enough for him to check. His hand rubbed back and for against the outside of my smooth, knickerless pussy. “I really need to give you my cock.”

“OI!” the shout came from behind the crowd and I turned to see three members of pub security approaching. One of them grabbed me by the arm, twisting it behind me slightly and pushed me in the direction of the pub entrance. My breasts, still uncovered, jiggled for all to see as I was pushed out of the front door. “And don’t come back,” he said as I found myself stood topless in the street.

Looking around, I wondered about what I could do to get myself out of the mess, when the guy I had just been in the process of seducing appeared. He was wearing a light jacket which he removed and placed over my shoulders, tugging it round at the front so that it just covered my nipples. “There we go,” he said with a smile, “now shall we go back to my place?”

“Yes,” I replied, letting myself move closer so that our lips could touch briefly.

Placing his arm around me, he started to guide me down the street from the pub and out onto the High Street. “Where is your husband?” he asked but I was unable to tell if he was worried or just curious.

“Oh, he’s taking the team captain home for the night.”

“You both like to screw around with others then?”

I thought about the question for a moment, “in truth, we probably have more sex with others than we do with each other.”

The guy stopped, stepping round so that he could stand in front of me, “really?” he asked, surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah, we fuck maybe three or four times a week most weeks but think of today, this won’t even be my first cock of the day and I have yet to be fucked by my husband.”

“Wow!” he said, as his hand slid down between my legs again. This time I felt a finger pushing its way between my lips and into my hole. “And you are ready and excited for me?”

“Definitely.”

We walked on further as the guy led me towards the far side of town, an area I was less familiar with. “Anyway,” he commented as we crossed over the river that bordered the town centre on that side, “what’s your name?”

I bit my lip for a moment as I considered how to answer the question, “you can call me whore.”

“Whore? What’s your real name?”

Bringing myself to a stop, I watched as the guy swung around so that he could face me and look into my eyes. “I don’t want to give you my name.”

“What? Why not? What is this?” As he spoke, I could see that my soon to be lover had found my answer frustrating. “Look, I’ll give you my name first,” he said but I raised a finger and placed it against his lips, silencing him in an instant.

“I don’t want to know your name.”

His face quizzical I felt the guy unconsciously take a step backwards from me. “I don’t understand. Does that mean we are not going to fuck? That you’ve had a change of heart?”

“It’s fine, I understand if you don’t want to go forward from here, just it has always been a fantasy for me.”

“Fantasy?” As he spoke the guy’s eyes lit up slightly.

“Yeah, I have known the name of every guy who has ever fucked me, but I want to do it once where I am truly just an object of sexual lust.”

My response led him to step closer to me again, “you mean that you want truly anonymous sex?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, to use me and at the end, for me to never know who you are.”

The guy nodded in understanding. “Then you should not know where I am taking you?”

“That it true,” I replied as I watched him take his t-shirt off before letting him tie it around my eyes, blinding me to the route ahead.

“You have no way out of this now,” he commented as I felt him put an arm around me and lead me away from any sense of safety.

“I know and I accept it.”

 

It did not take long for me to lose any sense of where we were going but soon, I could hear a key turning in a lock. Stepping through a door that squeaked as it opened, I found the inside of the house where I was to be fucked warm. Behind me, the door closed with a click and the guy removed the t-shirt from my eyes. For a moment, the brightness of the hallway blinded me, and I blinked against the light.

Slowly my vision returned to normal and I smiled as I got a chance to properly study the bare chest of the man who was to fuck me. “Strip naked,” he commanded and without question I did as asked, removing his jacket first before letting my skirt fall to the floor. The guy took a moment to study my naked form, touching my breasts and bum as he circled round me. “Now get on your hands and knees and then follow me for a surprise.”

Doing as told, I found myself crawling along the wood floor of the hallway as he led me towards the closed door at the end. “Stay,” he commanded like I was a dog and I rose up so that I could sit on my haunches as I watched him step through the door.

On the other side I could see a lounge with white walls and high ceilings that gave the room a light and airy feeling. He smiled as if in greeting to someone who was stood to his right, but I could not see them from my position.

“Feeling horny?” he asked and for a couple of seconds there was no response.

“That’s a strange way to greet your brother.”

My soon to be lover shrugged his shoulders, “but it is a valid question.”

“I’m watching an August Sinn porno, of course I am horny.”

“Then let’s have some fun then, Whore get in here.” As he spoke the guy turned to face me and beckoned towards me with a raised finger.

I dropped back onto all fours and slowly crawled into the room passing by the arm of a sofa until, reaching my new lover, I found myself in sight of another black man. A man who, as I inspected him, was clearly an actual brother. “We’re both going to fuck you,” came the comment from above me and I sat upright so that this new man could study my breasts.

“Where did you find her?” It was the brother who spoke, rising from his seat on the far end of the sofa before walking towards me and taking hold of my face with his hand.

“At the Coach and Horses, she is very eager to be fucked.”

“Is she?” the brother guided me to my feet before with a push of his hands parting my legs. His fingers slid into me and I gasped at the instant hit of pleasure.

Inside, I considered whether it was appropriate to point out that I had agreed to only be bedded by the guy who had brought me to the house. In truth though I found that the idea of there being two unknown men fucking me was even hotter than when it was just going to be one.

“Do you have a name?” it was the brother who asked the question.

“You can call her Whore,” said the guy who had brought me to the address.

“I’m sure she can talk for herself, can’t you?”

“I can Sir,” I replied.

“So what’s your name?”

“You can call me Whore Sir.”

“And are you happy here?”

“Yes Sir.”

The guy who had brought me to the house interrupted, “she doesn’t want us to know each other’s names, she doesn’t even know our address, she just wants to be fucked and used. Originally she thought just by me but clearly she is eager to please both of us.”

What I had not realised is, while he spoke, the guy had been undoing his trousers and lowering them, pulling out his cock, playing with it so that it became hard.

“She’s nasty then?” the brother asked though in reality the question was rhetorical.

“Yes,” came the reply though it was not from me as the guy grabbed me by the head, pulled be forward and around until his cock was able to thrust between my lips. I sucked on him greedily, taking his large black tool deep into my mouth.

There was movement to the side of me and pulling him from my mouth I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and wanked him slowly while I looked to see what was happening. The brother, who had been wearing shorts and t-shirt when I had first seen him was now naked and to my surprise was even bigger than his sibling. He placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me in towards him. This second cock slid between my lips with ease though this time I had to adjust my throat slightly in order to take him even deeper.

Together, the two of them pulled me over to the sofa, throwing me face down so that my ass stuck into the air. One of them, I was not sure which, grabbed me by the hips and with a quick adjustment pushed himself into me. I groaned with pleasure as the cock opened me up.

As I attempted to lift my head so that I could look round and see who was mounting me, a hand grabbed me and pushed my face back down into the cushions. While he did that, whoever was inside me thrust even harder with his cock causing me to scream with pleasure.

Then, the pressure released, I found myself gasping on the sofa free of all physical contact with either guy. Rising up, I looked around just as the guy who had brought me to the house plopped himself down into the seat next to me. He waved with his hand and I spun on my knees before crawling over to him, swinging my legs over so that I could straddle him.

The guy caught me with his hands and made me rotate again so that as I sat down onto his cock, I was looking not at him but out at the room. In front of me, his brother stood, cock twitching as he watched me accept the penetration. Slowly, I rode back and fore on the tool that was inside me while the brother stepped forward and offered me the chance to take him into my mouth. The taste of my own cunt juice reached my tongue and I realised that it was the brother who had just fucked me while I was face down on the sofa.

“Oh yeah you little slut,” gasped the brother as I swallowed his length down my throat.

Wanking him for a moment, I looked up into his eyes as he stared at the face that had just been sucking his cock. “Is that all you two have got?” I offered aggressively, wanting to push them to really test my limits.

The brother looked up and over me towards the guy I was riding. “What do you think, should we try it?”

“Yeah, let’s give it a go, she’s fucking loose man.”

“Try what I asked?” unsure as to what the two of them were thinking but I did not get a chance to query again. Instead, my arms were grabbed by the wrists and pulled behind me so that I slowly bent backwards on my knees until I lay on top of the guy behind me. His cock still pushing into my hole as he thrust back and fore with his hips.

My first thought was that they were going to try Double Penetration on me and one of them was going to go into my ass. Instead though, as the brother stepped in closer, I realised that the guy behind me would have to adjust himself as it would need to be him who took that hole.

The brother continued to step closer to me, climbing onto the sofa as he did so. Then, taking care, he released my legs each in turn so that they could be held up as he spread them outwards. Hands reached for my thighs from behind, taking a firm grip so as to ensure that my legs remained open and ready. I thought about asking my two lovers what they had planned but instead I chose to let them use me as they saw fit.

Looking down, I watched as the brother took hold of his hard cock and pushed it down until I could see it make skin to skin contact with the exposed elements of his sibling’s tool. Then, slowly, carefully he pushed forward until I could feel the head of his cock pushing against the upper parts of my labia.

“You’re going to make me take both of you in my pussy at the same time?” I asked, as I felt a twinge of fear flash across my face.

“Is that a problem?” It was the brother who asked the question, his face just inches from mine as he spoke.

Shaking my vigorously I looked back down just in time to see the brother’s hips slide him forward again, my labia stretching wide as he pushed his head into me. I moaned loudly, a mixture of pleasure and pain as the two men took me in the same hole at the same time. My body adjusted quickly to the sensations as they fucked me together and I realised that such submission was something that I had always craved.

Involuntarily I screamed and moaned as the two of them took me, the pace of their thrusts gradually increasing until I felt like I was about to be torn apart. “How fucking nasty can a slut be?” the brother asked has he held himself over me.

“Yeah, does your husband know you can fuck like this?” it was the guy beneath me who asked the question.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as the two of them pushed deeper into me, “he fists me sometimes.”

“Really?” it was the brother who asked as he rose up so that he could stretch his back out.

“Yeah, I have a photo on my phone of my cunt with my husband’s wrist protruding from it.”

The brother pulled out and stood up, reaching forward he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off of the other cock, dragging me to the floor in the process. “Show me!” he demanded as I dropped onto my knees on the floor.

“Show you the photo?” I asked to check that I understood, and the brother nodded. Scrambling to my feet I ran into the hallway and retrieved my phone from the small pile of clothes I had left behind.

By the time I had returned both brothers were stood naked and erect in the middle of the lounge. Opening the phone, I realised that Dean had sent me a picture, it showed a woman’s face her lips wrapped around my husband’s dick.

“There you go,” I said showing the photograph to the two brothers, that is what my husband has sent me while the two of you have been taking me.

“That’s not you,” said the guy who had brought me to the house as he took hold of the phone.

“No, that’s the captain of the team, I said my husband was going to bed her.”

“OK, so where is this fisting photo?” asked the brother as he snatched the phone from his sibling.

“Wait, give me a minute,” I replied taking the phone back from both of them. Scanning through the images I found it, realising as I did so that it was a video rather than a picture. Pressing play, I turned the screen round so that they could both see it.

“So darling,” my husband said through the speaker. “We’ve done this before but now we will film it.”

Looking over the top of the camera I watched as my husband, who had been filming my face scanned down until he was showing my pussy and his hand. Extending his fingers, he slowly added the number of them that were in me until all five digits were inside and he was pushing up against the knuckles of his hand. Then, squeezing his fingers together he pushed hard and through the speaker I screamed slightly as his knuckles disappeared inside me.

“Fuck that’s a slutty thing to do,” said the brother and I realised that he was now looking at me with even more lust in his eyes. “Switch that thing off and get over on the sofa and open your legs!”

I did not need to be asked twice and I found myself sitting there, waiting, knowing what he was about to do. The brother’s hand was, I realised, larger than my husband’s as he pushed the first three fingers into me. It was going to be a challenge to accommodate him, but I wanted to manage it in any way possible.

The brother added a fourth finger and I gasped as I realised just how wide he was spreading me. “Do you really think you could manage this?” he asked, “it looks like I might be bigger than your husband.”

“Ignore the sounds I make, just get it into me,” I begged and as I did so I felt the brother’s thumb push its way between my labia. It would not be long now I thought to myself as I felt his knuckles starting to push against the limits of my hole.

“Fist her my brother,” said the guy who had brought me to the house and just as he was about to, I called out.

“No, wait, hang on.” I felt the fist being withdrawn from me, “no, keep it like that,” I said as I grabbed my phone and set it up, handing it to the guy. “Please, film it, I want my husband to see it.”

A moment later the guy nodded at me as he pointed the phone towards my face, “go!” he mouthed.

“Dean, these two brothers have been enjoying me this evening and one of them wants to see if he can top your fisting of my cunt. He has a far bigger hand than you and his brother will film to see if I can take it.”

The phone panned down my body so that it could capture all five digits plunged into my hole. “Go on!” I groaned and then lying back I felt the knuckles push against the sides of my vagina.

Inside, I could feel the fingers curling as with one big push and a loud scream of pain from me I felt myself be stretched beyond any limit I had ever reached before. Then, seconds later, the pain eased and instead I felt a large swelling inside me as my labia closed around the brother’s wrist.

“You extreme slut,” murmured the guy as he watched his brother fisting me. “Do you have anything to say to your husband?” he asked, panning the camera back up to my face.

“My cunt can take anything,” I gasped into the camera.

Putting the camera down, the guy climbed onto the sofa while the brother fisted me. Straddling my face, he sat down so that his balls dropped between my lips. “Suck them,” he said as I noticed that he had started to wank himself in a series of quick thrusts.

Moments later, the balls retracted instinctively from my mouth for a second and then the first hot splash of cum landed on my stomach. The guy pulled his cock back and fore, shaking the end of it as he covered my breasts and stomach with cum before pulling himself off me, he dipped his head between my lips. I licked the small amount of cum that still hung there from the end and swallowed it greedily.

“Brother, she is all yours,” he said, and I felt the fist slide from me and as I looked down, I saw the brother trying to open a condom wrapper.

“No,” I shouted, “raw, bareback, fill me properly.”

The brother grunted at the request and pushed his way into me. We fucked, my back arching as his cock opened me up yet again and for the first time with these two, I reached an orgasm. My face flushed, my chest turned red as the spasms rushed through me and I felt the release of pleasure that had built up within me.

Sighing, I lay there as the brother continued to fill me, his thrusts now more urgent than ever. Until, finally, he released, hot streams of cum shooting out of his cock and deep into me. It was enough to make me orgasm a second time in as many minutes as the brother drained himself deep into me.

Lying there, covered in and filled with cum, I caught my breath as the guy stood up over me. “I think there is one more fun thing we need to do now if we are to truly fulfil your fantasy,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked nervously, knowing that with every action I was increasing the risk to myself.

“This,” the guy said, pulling me to my feet and then leading me by the hand through into the hallway. Picking up my clothes he threw them at me and then, opening the front door he pushed me outside. “Take care,” he said as the door closed shut behind me.

I looked around and realised that I was stood naked, cum covered, in a street I did not know. Pulling my skirt on I found that he had at least done the decent thing and left me with his jacket which I pulled over my shoulders and used to cover my breasts up. The reality of being used in such a way sent a pulse of excitement through me as I wondered what to do.

Stepping out from the porchway of the house, I stood on the pavement as I tried to get my bearings as a car drove slowly down the street. It came to a stop alongside me and the window slowly wound down. I leaned in, my breasts falling out of the jacket as I did so to find a guy sat in the driver’s seat. It was clear that there were others in the vehicle put as it was getting dark I struggled to see them.

“Do you need a lift?” a male voice said from the passenger seat.

“Yes please,” I replied.

“Then jump in but…”

“But what?”

“But only if you are prepared to give that ass up in payment?”

Pausing for a moment, I looked up and down the street, “I hope you have enough cock to please me,” I commented as I opened the rear door and climbed in.

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