Guest Post: Bred After Dark, Part 1

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I hated parties. Loud music, flashing lights, too many people — it was all so overwhelming. Even at smaller parties with mostly friends, I felt awkward and out of place. This was not a small party.

“It’ll be fun!” Monika fluttered her eyes at her mirror and dabbed on more eyeliner. “I can’t believe you’re a senior and you haven’t been to a frat party. I know you can let loose! I saw you dance and scream at Caroline’s wedding. I was like, who is this girl?!”

“I was drunk.” Which I also hated. Alcohol didn’t taste good, and the woozy, out-of-control feeling wasn’t fun, but Caroline had shoved a drink in my hand, and I couldn’t embarrass the bride. I think I’d screamed just to be sure I still could. That whole day had been humiliating.

“Hey, if that’s what it takes, I’m not judging!” Monika winked, her long lashes sweeping her cheek. “How do I look?” A flirty smile spread her lips as she beamed at me.

“Dazzling, darling,” I drawled sarcastically as I parked my car. The closest open spot was a few minutes walk from the party. The streets were full; the house would be fuller. I was regretting this already.

I stepped out of the car and smoothed my dress. “You know, I think I need coffee. There’s a cafe a few blocks away, I’ll just—”

“Nuh-uh.” Monika hooked her arm in mine and pulled. “You promised you wouldn’t let me go alone. Caroline’s on her honeymoon, Dani’s sick, Anne went home… ugh! You have to go.” Pouting her bright red, full lips, she lowered her chin and gave me puppy eyes.

“Ok, ok.” I sighed dramatically and let her lead. Our heels clicked on the sidewalk. Several other groups headed in the same direction, mostly men. A few I recognized from class, but I didn’t have a lot of guy friends — or friends in general. Monika waved and dragged me toward a couple of guys from our shared econ class. Her voice grew louder as she chatted happily with them. She really didn’t need me.

The guys were cute. They glanced over and nodded at me. I couldn’t help the blush that warmed my face. Good thing Monika was here to take all the attention. If I opened my mouth, I’d sound like an idiot.

As we walked up to the house, pounding music blasted my eardrums. I grimaced. Monika marched me right through the front doors, squeezing between groups of people. In less than a minute, she procured drinks in plastic cups. She winked and giggled as she handed me one. I rolled my eyes.

She was right, though. Alcohol was the only way I was getting through this. I took a big swallow.

“Oh! What is… Ack!” And came up coughing. The burn of vodka seared my throat and hit my stomach like a ball of lead. I had expected beer. Red plastic cup at a frat party meant beer. Who put this much vodka in a shitty plastic cup?!

Monika laughed. “Lightweight!”

I mean, yes, I was a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. Staring morosely at the cup, I sighed and took another sip. A smaller sip.

She dragged me into the living room next, where the flashing lights were as disorienting as expected, and the music was even louder. The place was packed. People shouted to be heard over the noise. Monika waved her arms and screamed something.

“What?” I yelled back.

She leaned into my ear. “Dance! Woo!”

Her figure-hugging dress showed off every curve as she tossed her hips and bounced with the beat. I laughed and swayed a bit. The alcohol hadn’t kicked in yet. I drank some more.

As Monika flung her hair wildly, men converged on us — mostly on her. She grinned and spun into their arms. Her chest shook, her ass jiggled. The men stared. She was in her element.

One of the guys put his hands on my hips. I instantly froze. He gripped a little harder, and I felt his pelvis against my ass. Panicking, I shrugged him off and moved closer to Monika. To my relief, he backed off.

He wasn’t the only guy to touch me. The room was just too packed. A few jostles felt accidental — my arm, elbow, shoulder, a step on my foot. I highly doubted the hands squeezing my ass and brushing my boobs were accidental.

I tried to stay near Monika. She was good at smacking unwanted hands. ‘Look, don’t touch’ was her motto. I didn’t even want them to look.

We danced our way through the crowd. Monika waved at anyone she recognized, which seemed to be half the party, hugged a couple of guys, and did a little twirl on top of a table. She tried to get me up there. I stared at her in horror. I loved her, but there were limits to how far I was willing to go for her. Apparently, I drew the line at shaking my ass on top of a table in a crowded frat house.

The alcohol was finally hitting me, though. I laughed easier, danced harder. Not on any tables, but I let some of the random groping slide. I was the one wearing this sexy dress that dipped between my breasts. Well, Monika picked it, but I’d put it on. Might as well let them look, right? Just for tonight.

When Monika jumped down, two men were there to catch her. They lifted her up over their shoulders, and she laughed as the crowd carried her around the room. A lot of hands slipped between her thighs, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I couldn’t keep up. After a minute or two, she dropped to the floor. I made my way to where I’d last seen her. She wasn’t there.

Searching for her, I stumbled through the dancing bodies. The groping hands became more annoying — and more insistent. Someone tweaked my nipple. I yelped and dodged to the side. A few seconds later, someone slapped my ass.

As I squirmed away again, I bumped against the wall. Two large bodies quickly closed in on me. Tall, burly guys. They looked like they could both be football players or wrestlers. They were completely in my space, backing me into the wall. I caught the flash of a grin in the strobing lights. Hands landed on my arms and waist. Too many hands.

“‘Scuse me,” I mumbled too quietly. My face was so hot. They were making it difficult to breathe.

I pulled in my shoulders and shifted back and forth, but they blocked all sides. Maybe they didn’t hear me and couldn’t tell how uncomfortable I was. The lighting was so chaotic. Opening my mouth, I drew in a breath to shout.

The guy on my left grabbed my breast. I stared at him in shock.

Blushing darker, I couldn’t make a sound come out of my mouth. He moved on to the other breast. His thumb circled my nipple. I didn’t wear a bra, not with this dress. I should have. No one would have noticed the outline of a bra in this lighting. Regrets filled my mind as a random guy mauled my breasts.

Dropping my eyes, I made myself as small as possible. The loud bass seemed to echo in my chest, making my heart pump faster.

It wasn’t until the hand on my hip strayed over my stomach, down lower to my pelvis, and curled over my mound that the shock constraining my throat released.

“Stop,” I breathed.

Too quiet. No one had heard that. Not even me.

My legs weakened at the insistent rubbing between my legs. His fingers were centered on my clit. Too late, I squeezed my thighs together and ended up trapping his hand tightly against my pussy rather than preventing him from touching me. He rubbed harder. The hand on my boob yanked down the straps of my dress, releasing my breasts. A gasp pulled from my lungs as my nipples were pinched.

I hugged my chest and opened my mouth to yell louder. “Please, stop! Ah!”

In the strobing lights, both men looked at each other, then laughed at me.

I frantically searched the crowd but didn’t find anyone I knew. No one was paying attention to us. No one was going to help me.

The guy playing with my breasts leaned closer and tilted my chin up. I stared wide-eyed as his mouth parted. Just before he kissed me, I jerked my head to the side and closed my eyes. He licked my cheek with a mocking laugh. I didn’t know which was worse, the disgusting wetness of his tongue on my face, or the warmth gathering in my core as the other guy fondled my clit.

My options seemed limited. I couldn’t slip away. If I struggled, they might get more aggressive. Maybe if I pretended to humor them, they’d relax and give me a chance to escape.

I inhaled slowly for courage and opened my eyes.

The lights flickered. Screeching static and popping came out of the speakers. Then nothing.

Silence and darkness.

Irritated voices asked what was happening, and complained about the lack of music. Their voices trailed off. The men touching me crowded closer. Their groping paused for a moment, but they clearly weren’t letting me get away.

Someone — maybe the host — shouted, “Hold on, sorry, just a sec…”

That held the crowd for about five seconds.

Then some idiot screamed, “Cops!” and everyone was screaming.

It was like shouting ‘fire’ in a theater. Wind rushed past me, tossing my hair. The lights flickered. On. People were running. Off. Footsteps thumped all around. Panicked voices urged everyone to get out, run, faster, go!

The man who was groping my breasts disappeared. The other guy grabbed my waist and slammed me against the wall. I had gone still, frozen with no idea what to do. He picked me up by my ass and shoved his pelvis between my legs. My dress rode up. His bulge ground against my mound.

He smirked. “Don’t worry, babe, the cops won’t bother us.”

I fell forward, catching myself on his shoulders. Meanwhile, he yanked aside the crotch of my panties and bucked his hips. I squealed.

It wasn’t his bulge rubbing me. There was hot, hard flesh pressed against my pussy lips and rapidly searching for my opening. He was fully prepared to take advantage of the chaos, take advantage of me.

I kicked and smacked his back. He seemed to completely ignore my squirming. His hips shifted, he pulled my ass closer, and suddenly thrust into me.

“Ah!” My body stiffened as his cock penetrated my pussy, his thick shaft slamming all the way in with one forceful, burning thrust. Air wheezed out of my lungs. The sudden stretch overwhelmed my senses. I was wet from his rubbing, but I was nowhere near ready for the vigorous pounding he clearly wanted as he pulled out and drove back in, spreading open my aching tunnel again and again. I gasped and clawed at his back as my poor, abused pussy clung onto his cock and tried to adjust to his invasion. He wasn’t small, either. His shaft felt like a thick length of molten steel ramming through my insides, pumping in and out too fast, too hard, too deep. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t do anything but hold on as my body banged into the wall over and over again.

The lights flashed with a crackling jolt. Electricity popped. My bouncing vision caught everyone scrambling to get out. They were running. I was just getting fucked against a wall. It had all happened so quickly. One second, I was planning my escape from two handsy guys, then my legs were spread and I was taking a hard cock in my pussy.

To my embarrassment, my pussy was getting wetter. His cock slid in and out easier. The relentless thrusting felt better. Not just better — good. Unbearably good. I realized I was moaning, and I had no idea how long I’d been making those humiliating noises. My mouth snapped shut. The next sound out of me was a grunt.

The man holding me pounded faster. I could hear my back thumping against the wall. The house was emptying out. I had to get someone’s attention before I was the last person in here. I reached out. My arms felt like they were moving in slow motion, flailing in the air as I bounced up and down, up and down.

Several people rushed by without looking at me, their phones lighting the way. My arms fell. That horrible feeling between my legs was overwhelming my senses. Another minute or two passed as I struggled to concentrate. I opened my mouth, and a pathetic moan fell out. The guy chuckled.

It sounded like only a few people, probably the really drunk ones, were still stumbling toward the door, their footsteps shuffling further and further away. If I didn’t call out now, I would be all alone with this guy.

“H… elp… help me…” I moaned. “Please… ohh… ohh fuck… heelllp…”

The guy laughed. “I’m helping you, babe, as hard as I can. I’m helping your tight little pussy, alright.”

“No…” I gasped. “S-sto… ohh, fuuuck.”

Why did he have to feel so good?

I couldn’t fight the feeling anymore. His cock penetrating my body was like a rush of the most incredible heat, washing over my senses again and again. It felt like he was plunging straight into my stomach. It felt like lightning striking my nerve endings. Breathing was secondary to the sensual glide between my legs. My back arched, and my legs tightened around his back. I couldn’t hold in the moans anymore.

“Ah! Ah, ahh, fuck, no, ohh, oh my fucking godddd!”

Faintly, I heard his laughter, but mostly, I felt the terrible pressure rise in my core, higher and higher, impossible to ignore — until the tension exploded and pleasure washed through every inch of my skin. My hips bucked as I mindlessly rode that thick cock hammering my insides, as my inner walls involuntarily squeezed and squeezed as tightly as I could.

My head felt light. My body felt amazing. I whimpered and moaned, barely aware of the twinge of horror in the back of my mind. I felt good. My pussy felt so good. That slick gliding and hard pounding drove wave after wave of pleasure straight to my brain, and I never wanted it to stop.

The man fucking me showed no signs of stopping. I let my head hang over his shoulder. Whoever he was, he had great stamina.

Whoever…

The pleasure faded. I stiffened.

I had just cum on a random guy’s cock.

He was still fucking me. I had zero intention of having sex, didn’t come to this party to meet men — I was just humoring my friend. Wherever she was. She’d left me to get pounded against a wall. I couldn’t believe she left me.

A bright light shined into my eyes. I squinted as it aimed lower. Someone was pointing their phone at me. Moaning weakly, I lifted a hand to cover my face. This was horrible enough, I couldn’t bear it if I was recorded and the video shared with the whole university. Whore pounded at the party. I’d look like such a typical frat slut. I wasn’t. I didn’t even want to be here.

“Hey, Brad,” my guy grunted.

They knew each other. That probably wasn’t good for me.

Brad watched us fuck for a few seconds before asking, “Hey. Who’s the loud cunt?”

My guy grunted, “Fuck if I know. She’s soaking wet, though. Just came all over my dick.”

The man with the phone barked a laugh. “Idiot.”

There would be no help from him. Worse, he adjusted his pants and shifted his light to my bouncing boobs.

I whimpered and closed my eyes. Frat parties got wild sometimes. Everyone knew that. I shouldn’t have come. Why had I let Monica convince me to come?

“Including her, we got five or six hot cunts,” Brad said. “Should be a fun weekend.”

“Nice,” mumbled the guy panting as he pounded my pussy harder. “You want her when I’m done? I’m almost there. Fuck, she feels good.”

I shuddered — both because the hard thrusts felt wonderful and at the thought of another random guy using my body.

“No…” I moaned. “Please let me go. Please…”

“Oh, babe,” my guy chuckled. “You’re not going anywhere for a few days. Ungh, yeah… I’m cumming! Take your first load, baby! Ungh!”

His pelvis practically smashed me through the wall as he drove his cock as deep inside my pussy as he could. I felt the entire shaft twitch. His cock was so rigid, filling me completely.

I sucked in a breath. “No! Pull out! Please don’t… don’t cum inside me. Please! Oh! Nooo…”

A hot splash hit somewhere far up my belly. Warmth pooled as he grunted and thrust in quick, short, erratic motions. I wiggled my hips, but I was completely impaled by his cock, forced to take every drop of his cum in my unprotected pussy.

The other guy unzipped his pants as he waited his turn. I wailed.

Wetness oozed out of my tunnel. I could feel the disgusting warmth trickling down my ass. He came in me. I’d never let a guy cum inside me before.

The slick, full feeling was somehow terribly satisfying.

My guy caught his breath. “Too late, babe. Hope you’re on birth control.”

I wasn’t.

I was single, I wasn’t looking, I was a good student. Why would I be on birth control?

His cock slipped out of me. Fluids dripped to the floor as he leaned back and dropped me to my feet. Both men chuckled when I stumbled into him.

Brad caught my arm. “My turn, slut.”

“I’m not— ooph!”

He flung me over the side of a couch. My face smushed into the cushions, cutting off the rest of my words. I felt the zipper at the back of my dress slide down. Some firm tugging whipped the fabric off. He worked on my panties next, dragging them down my legs with very little effort. I groaned and kicked belatedly, only managing to tangle my ankles.

“No… don’t— Oh!” I gasped. A hard smack landed on my bare ass. Shock shut me up more than pain. My whole body quivered.

He chuckled. “Shh, baby, just lay there and let it happen.”

Grabbing my hips, he thrust his cock between my thighs, sliding back and forth along my drenched pussy lips. I squeezed my legs closed, but all that did was hug his hot shaft tighter.

Brad gave my ass another slap. “Don’t hide that pretty little cunt. I’m going to have it one way or another. It’ll be easier for you if you relax.”

I couldn’t relax. My muscles were tense, and my heart beat too fast. A random guy had fucked me against my will, cum inside me, then passed me to another man. He was going to fuck me, too.

“Please, please let me go, please,” I whimpered. “I won’t say anything, I promise, I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go. Nngh…”

His cock slid back, the bulbous tip nudging at my opening. I squirmed and clawed at the couch, trying to crawl away. He wasn’t having any of that. With a hard yank on my waist and a perfectly angled thrust of his hips, he crammed his cock all the way into my pussy.

I choked on air. The next breath wheezed out of my constricted throat. My eyes threatened to roll up, and my back arched. His thick shaft stretched my tunnel so well, I had to bite down on a moan.

“Sorry, baby, no can do,” he said as he pulled out and plunged back in. “I’ve got a problem, and your pussy’s the solution. Maybe we can chat after, how’s that sound?”

It sounded terrible, but the intense feeling between my legs made thinking difficult. He thrust with a steady, firm pace, his cock bottoming out inside me and his pelvis meeting my entrance with every inward dive. I stopped kicking. My legs just wouldn’t cooperate anymore. Sensual heat coiled in my core as the friction of his cock pounding in and out stoked the fire.

This was bad. This was really bad. I whimpered into the couch and tried to concentrate on anything else other than the wonderful glide through my slick tunnel, the beautiful stretch as my body welcomed his cock over and over again, the—

Fuck. No. I bit my lip. There had to be something I could do. Some way to escape. My muscles were too weak, too limp. My vocal cords only wanted to moan. I was so fucked.

So wonderfully, thoroughly, deeply fucked. Mmm…

Argh!

Thumping and whimpering drew my attention. Across the room, several guys shined phone lights over that table Monika had danced on. A woman was bent over, her legs dangling as some guy thrust behind her. No, her legs weren’t dangling — she was kicking. Mostly air, unfortunately for her. She pushed ineffectually at the table while mumbling, “Get off… get off. No…”

What had Brad said? Five or six girls. I wasn’t the only one getting her pussy railed.

Staring at her wasn’t helping. The guys holding lights were also holding their dicks, stroking themselves as they waited their turn. For a moment, I was glad they weren’t waiting to fuck me. Then I felt guilty. I imagined them pounding away between my legs, one after another. Hours of endless fucking. It was terrifying.

My pussy clenched. A rush of hot pleasure coursed through my body. My pussy clearly loved the thought of a train of men using my body. Humiliation followed the pleasure. I whimpered. The edges of an orgasm were approaching again. I had no idea how to fight it off.

From across the room, the other woman cried out, “Pull out! Please! I’m not on— No—! Mmph!”

One of the men pushed his cock into her mouth. I felt terrible for her, but when the men laughed, a jolt of pleasure hit my core. I didn’t want what she was getting. They fucked her harder than me. Tears glistened on her cheeks as her jaws were forced open. I was really glad that wasn’t me.

Instead, I was the one cumming for the second time on my second cock of the night.

I turned my face into the couch this time, at least trying to avoid the humiliation of shouting out my pleasure for the whole room to hear. The other girl’s slurping and gagging made the horrible pleasure both better and worse. I was so glad I was only sucking on the couch. I was so glad the guy fucking my pussy felt good.

Tremors of pleasure wracked my body. I hated it. This was the worst orgasm of my life. The longest, strongest, most horrible orgasm I’d ever had. Maybe I hadn’t screamed it out loud, but the guy laughing behind me felt every desperate twitch of my pussy.

As I lay there in an exhausted stupor, a bouncing light blocked my sight of the girl. Another guy spoke, “Good news, Brad, no cops. Just a power outage.”

I had forgotten about the police. The other guy had said the cops wouldn’t bother us anyway. Now there really was no chance of anyone helping me. At this point, I would’ve looked like a drunk slut — quietly moaning, naked, not struggling at all, soaking wet pussy covered in cum. Maybe the cops would’ve taken a turn.

Brad replied, “Nice. You should try this cunt. I bet she cums every time she’s fucked.”

They laughed. I moaned.

Languid pleasure stirred in my core as the fucking gained speed. Brad groaned and slammed his pelvis against my ass, crushing my body into the couch with his hard thrusts. He kept my oversensitive pussy on an endless high, my inner muscles clamping down around his shaft. His breathless groans sparked a dull terror in the back of my mind. My pussy squeezed harder.

“That’s right, slut, milk my cock for me,” Brad panted. “I’m gonna fill your little whore cunt. Ready, baby? Ready to get knocked up?”

The words ‘knocked up’ dumped cold fear on my warm lust-haze. I shook my head and groaned. The problem was, fear sharpened all my senses. His cock felt bigger, stiffer, longer. Panic hadn’t erased the pleasure. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Pumping deep inside me, Brad groaned as he pulled my hips into his hard thrusts. “Yeah baby, fuck yes, I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming in your tight, wet hole! Ungh!”

I squealed. My fingers dug into the couch. Hot splashes of fluid sprayed my insides, a fresh spurt of virile cum coating my unprotected cervix with every twitch and thrust of his cock. My body convulsed with both terror and pleasure. His pulsing cock felt so good. His cum felt good. I hated every second.

Letting out one last, low groan, he shoved his dick inside me and held himself there, plugging my overflowing pussy. “Ah, yeah, that’s good. What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Ahh… umm…” My head swam. My pussy was full of cum, my head full of cotton. Incoherent noises fell from my lips.

“That’s what I thought, cunt,” he chuckled. “She’s all yours.”

His softening dick fell out. Warm liquid splashed my thighs.

My legs trembled. I was given about a two-second break, then strong hands flipped me onto the couch. This guy dragged my ass to the edge of the cushions, folded my legs up, and shoved his cock into me without even saying a word.

I couldn’t see his face. I couldn’t see much in the dark with my blurry eyes. Even when he leaned over and pressed his weight down on me to thrust deeper, I only perceived the outline of his body from the light behind him. He had broad shoulders. He seemed strong, his thrusts purposeful and fast. I definitely had no chance of fighting him off.

A few minutes later, I closed my eyes as embarrassing waves of pleasure washed over me. Like Brad had said — I came on every cock. The guy above me had a low bass voice, his rumbling laugh vibrating in my chest. I liked it. Moaning, I came twice for him.

After dumping a load in my overused pussy, he left me sprawled on the couch. I had zero energy. The other woman had gone quiet, too, though the wet thumping didn’t stop. A short time later, a guy rolled me onto my back and fucked me for a while. He tried to kiss me as his cock moved inside my sore pussy. My mouth was limp when he stuck his tongue inside. That seemed to annoy him, because he leaned back and grabbed both my boobs instead, holding onto them like handles as he pumped between my legs.

Eventually, he came. Was he the third or fourth guy to cum inside me? I had already lost track. I felt disgusting. Sticky. Used. Just like a whore.

A loud thump startled me. The lights waved wildly and men cursed. They ran, shouting about catching someone. The girl. The girl had made a run for it. Good for her.

It took a minute before my brain concluded that running was a great idea. My legs wobbled as I shuffled off the couch. I collapsed to the floor. Ok, not running. Crawling was fine. Either worked as long as I got out.

Completely disoriented, I picked a direction and dragged myself across the floor. Wind rushed by me as men chased after the runaway. I curled up and went still, hoping they’d just keep going. Slowly, I made it to the wall, then another room. The floor felt different here. No carpet. A breeze hit my face. I headed toward fresh air.

The streets were dark when my palms met cement. I climbed up the doorway and made it, shakily, to my feet. Hugging my breasts, I cut across the lawn. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t have my keys or my phone. I just needed to get away.

All the houses on this street were frat houses. Men who were just as likely to throw me onto the ground, pry open my legs, and use my messy pussy. I kept going.

The guys had said something about a power outage. The dark was unnerving. Oddly, it looked like not a single car had moved, too. All those people who ran out of the house earlier — where had they gone?

The fleeting question disappeared as a shout rose up behind me. “There she is! Get her!”

I forced my legs to run.

The men were faster. In less than a minute, someone tackled me onto the grass.

“No, please, no,” I sobbed.

Stinging slaps landed on my ass, one after another. One of the bigger guys tossed me over his shoulder. The smacking continued as he carried me back. I sagged, too tired to struggle.

Along the way, my eyes glazed over someone in a car. They seemed to be trying to start the car, but nothing happened. A few cars later, someone else had the same problem. Strange.

But my problem was a lot worse than a broken car.

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