A Walk Through Town Parts 11-12 (Patreon)

A Walk Through Town Part 11

The next morning, Maggie awoke in a state of disarray. The past two weeks had been a relentless whirlwind of stimulation, either keeping her perpetually aroused or plunging her into a state of orgasmic bliss. The life she had known before now felt like a distant memory, a dream rather than reality. She tried to find solace in her usual routine of masturbation, but it felt insufficient, a mere shadow of the intense pleasure she had grown accustomed to. Determined to burn off the excess energy, she decided to go for a run.

She dressed in her usual running attire: a sports bra, panties, shirt, and shorts. However, the bra felt unbearably tight, constricting her already heightened senses. A small, insistent voice in her head whispered, "You should just leave the panties too." Without a second thought, she obeyed, discarding the panties as well. She left her key under the floor mat, slipped her phone into her armband, and donned her earphones. As she set off, she found herself rediscovering the simple joy of running, the freedom of movement, and the rhythm of her thoughts against the backdrop of the sidewalk.

For a moment, she felt a semblance of normalcy returning. But then, a notification pierced through her reverie. She checked her phone and saw a message from her downstairs neighbor. "Haven't seen you in a while," it read. "How about a nice picture to remind me what you look like?"

Maggie hesitated. "I kind of just went out and have been running. Doubt you want to see me all hot and sweaty," she responded.

The reply was swift and stern. "I was going to just ask for a selfie, but since you want to talk back, it's going to be a nude. Or else you know what'll happen."

Maggie cursed under her breath. Why had she engaged in conversation? "I'm out in public," she texted back. "Can I send it to you when I get home?"

"No," came the final, unyielding response. "You'll do it out where you are. Or else I start posting pics on the internet."

Panic set in. Maggie looked around. She was near a small, forested area, a rare sight in central Florida. She quickly darted into the trees, putting a few between herself and the sidewalk. She stripped off her clothes as fast as she could, ensuring her face wasn't visible in the photo, and sent it. As she fumbled to put her shorts back on, another message arrived. "Make sure to show that pretty face and smile."

Maggie's heart sank. She kicked her shorts off again, took a picture of herself naked and smiling, and sent it, hoping for a reassuring response. "Much better," the message read. "Might want to be aware of your surroundings though."

Confused, Maggie texted back, "What?"

Before she could receive a reply, she heard a twig snap behind her. She jumped, her heart racing. Turning around, she saw a figure emerging from the shadows of the trees. Panic surged through her as she realized she was not alone.

Maggie didn’t realize that while the trees she found provided a semblance of privacy from the path she had left, the foliage curved in ways she hadn’t anticipated. Unbeknownst to her, people further down the path could see her if they were looking. As she turned around, the worst possible scenario unfolded. It was the three guys she had literally run into naked at the high school who had taken turns fucking her. This time, however, it wasn’t just the three of them; nine other guys were walking behind them. She could see the smirks on their faces.

"What the fuck did you want us to see?" one of the guys yelled behind.

"Oh, you'll see," the guy in front answered. "Remember that slut we told you about before? Well, we weren't lying."

Maggie tried to pull on her shorts, but a hand grabbed her arm, causing them to slip down to her ankle. She was yanked out from behind the trees, naked except for her armband and shoes, with her shorts around her left ankle.

"Remember me, little slut? You gladly took us all and wanted more," the guy said. "Who would have thought this shitty run coach put us on would have been such a fun workout?"

He walked her further into the forest. She was too embarrassed and scared to realize she had left her shorts behind somewhere and hoped she would be able to find them on the way back. When he felt they were far enough in, he pushed her back up against a tree and, with a hand around her throat, pressed his lips up against hers and kissed her deeply.

"A hot little thing like you," he said, "I wanted to do that, but not with spunk in your mouth. That’s just gay."

Hot little thing was all she heard, her ears ringing, and she blushed at the compliment since she rarely got them, for a second forgetting the situation.

"Hey, look what I found," another guy yelled out, holding an old rope.

"Hmm, I've got an idea," the guy in front of her said. He was handed the rope and tossed it up and over a branch and down. He took her hands and expertly tied them together. "Pull her up," he yelled, and she felt her arms go up over her head, her body pulled slightly into the air. She could barely touch the ground with her tippy toes as she was now fully at their mercy.

Hands groped at her body, pulling her up higher until she could no longer touch the ground, her bound arms straining as she was hoisted to near eye level with the towering men around her. Lips found the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Another mouth descended upon her breasts, licking, sucking, and biting her hardening nipples. Hands groped at her bare ass, and with a ticklish sensation, she felt a mouth begin to kiss and lick around her feet, not even realizing her shoes and socks had been removed.

"I knew you were a freak," one of the guys yelled out, and the others laughed.

"More for me," the guy responded, sucking on her toe.

Her body was a buffet, each man finding a place on it they wanted to put their mouth. From her neck down to her toes, her body was bombarded with stimulation. She wasn’t shocked when the guy who had started this all was the first to strip off his shorts, his cock springing free, ready to take what he wanted. With no way out, she hung there as he grabbed her by her legs and positioned himself between them, rubbing his cock along her slit.

"This time, we’ll see if you get more than you can handle," he whispered in her ear as he pulled back and lifted her slightly, then plunged into her completely, his balls pressing against her body.

"Don’t worry, not done yet," his voice broke, feeling the pleasure of being bare and inside of her.

Maggie felt the tip of a cock from behind and didn’t even have enough time to realize what was happening when another cock started pushing into her ass. She was getting used to anal, so she wasn’t as tight as the first time, although it did slightly hurt. It was an odd sensation, feeling it rub against the penis that was fully lodged in her pussy, until it stopped and was fully inside of her too.

She was pressed between two muscly, sweaty guys with their cocks in each of her holes, and she had never felt so full before. At first, they took turns, one would pull out and thrust himself back in, and then the other. The sensation was driving Maggie crazy as one side got stimulated, then the other, and back and forth she went, pushed and pulled in both directions.

Then, in unison, they started pulling out and thrusting in at the same time. She worried that they were twisting around her insides, but the feeling of being fucked in both her pussy and ass by two large cocks at the same time was overwhelming her mind. It felt like they were fucking her brains.

"Same time, same time, same time," the guy in front yelled out, and they both fucked her in and out as fast and as hard as they could. With a sudden thrust from the front and one from behind, both fully inside of her, they both started to cum, filling her. Her eyes rolled back as she, too, began to cum, forgetting completely about everything but the cocks inside of her.

They stood there, both inside her, until they suddenly pulled out of her sensitive holes, sending shocks of sensation through her body and causing her to spasm slightly in the air. She could feel herself gaping, their cum leaking out of her, until hands gripped her waist and within seconds, another fully hard cock was thrust deep into her pussy. She looked into the eyes of a guy she had never met, his eyes deeply locked onto hers, his face filled with pleasure. He smiled, and then a second pair of hands found her hips, and another cock was shoved into her freshly fucked ass.

There was no teamwork this time. The guy fucking her pussy quickly came and pulled out, walking away, and another took his place, groping at her breasts as he started his turn. With a hard thrust, her ass was fully impaled, and another hot load was added, feeling his cock twitch and strain with every pump. Like an abused park ride, one rider would take his turn, get off, and be followed by another as a new cock slipped between her firm ass cheeks and into her once tight virgin asshole.

This time, neither were holding her, and all of her weight was on her shoulders, being held in mid-air by the rope. She was like a bell, being hit back and forth between two men as their cocks thrust in and out, sending her back and forth. The next didn’t thrust; it slowly pushed into her well-used pussy, making the other guys' cocks seem like needles in comparison as inch by inch entered her.

"You're Kylee's little sister, aren't you?" he asked, as Maggie looked up in worry, realizing she was being recognized by someone who might know her.

"I... don't know what you're talking about," she said between moans, trying to lie.

"Yeah, she dated my older brother before she graduated. Heard she was a kinky freak too. Didn't know it ran in the family. I guess that makes you Maggie," he said, his lips forming an evil smirk.

She wanted to lie, but when he was fully inside of her, it was like all the smarter sections of her brain suddenly shut off. She couldn't even feel the guy fucking her ass anymore as all she could feel was being impaled on this giant.

"Your name is Maggie, right?" the guy said.

"Yes, that's me," the words came out of her mouth without her even thinking them. It was like her mouth had a mind of its own, wanting to answer anything he asked.

"You were on the cross-country team, right? I think I used to watch you. Wish I talked to you then; I had such a fucking crush on you."

Maggie smiled as if someone just gave her a great compliment. The fact she was tied, naked, being fucked in the ass, and his cock was fully inside of her seemed to just leave her mind. He started to pull out slowly and then slowly pushed back in. The guy behind had shoved his cock in as far as he could and left his load in her ass, not really caring that he didn't even elicit a reaction from her as he did.

It was just them now, the forest silent save for the rhythmic squelching of their coupling. As he pulled out, it slipped out a little easier this time, and instead of easing it in, he thrust it back into her with a force that made her gasp. With hands on her hips, he lifted her as he pulled out, then pulled her down as he thrust himself back into her, his cock probing parts of her she didn’t know existed. He went so deep she swore he was fucking her womb. In and out he went, picking up the pace, her pussy making a slushing sound of her wetness and the loads of cum she had already taken.

His pace quickened even more, his thrusts becoming harder, like a jackhammer. She was fucked so hard that all she heard was the ringing in her ears. His face looked so calm, so controlled, unlike hers, which looked like she was on the wildest, most intense rollercoaster she had ever been on. His balls slapped against her ass, making her feel like she was getting spanked, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down so hard that she thought her arms would get pulled out, still tied to the rope.

Just before he came, he pulled the knot at the rope, freeing her, and pulled out, lowering her to the ground. Her legs gave out, and she fell to her knees. With a large hand, he grabbed her head and lowered himself just enough to press his cock past her lips and into her mouth, unloading a load of cum so big she nearly choked and coughed. She swallowed the best she could, hoping not to drown, with it dribbling out of her mouth and down her body as she did, until he was finally done.

He let go of her, and Maggie fell to her side on the leaves and grass, completely spent. She watched as he pulled up his shorts and walked away, only turning around for a second to wink as she was left alone in the woods. Eventually, she got up and found her shorts, grabbing her shoes and socks, both holes leaking loads of cum as she stood. Her mouth tasted of a strong, salty bitterness as she walked back to where her shirt was. She found it covered in stains, as every guy who walked past it must have grabbed it to wipe their cocks off before continuing their fun. She put it on, hoping no one would know what it was, as she jogged her way back home on wobbly legs.

"Hey man, did you really know who that was?" one of the other basketball players asked the big guy who fucked Maggie last as they jogged back to the school.

"Yeah," he replied, "my older brother dated her older sister, remember that girl he said was such a freak?"

"Oh right, oh right," the guy nodded, "I thought your brother was full of shit. Why was she such a freak he asked?"

"Same shit," he said with a smirk. "She liked to be tied up, blindfolded, and sometimes they would even fuck at school."

"Well, we've all done that at least once," the guy said, thinking it wasn't such a big deal.

"No, she sucked his cock in the back of class once," he responded, "and on an away game, she came with and he fucked her in the back of the bus."

"Didn't they break up though?" another guy chimed in.

"Yeah, I think she tried to seduce our dad or something," he continued, "and he said he wasn't into that. They both graduated, so I never thought of her since."

"So that's her little sister?" the original guy asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "guess she's an even bigger freak than her older sister was."

As they continued their jog back to the school and their coach, all of them kept on thinking about how they were going to get to fuck her again.

Maggie finally arrived home, her body aching for a hot shower and some much-needed rest. She had just finished a grueling run, her muscles screaming for relief. As she reached for the door handle, her phone buzzed with a message. Her heart sank as she read the words: "Come down, I saw you just got home and I’m not done with you for today."

She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she typed back, "Can I at least take a shower? I smell and am all sweaty."

The response was swift and unyielding: "Nope, down now or else you know what’ll happen."

Maggie sighed, knowing she had no choice. She trudged down the stairs, her mind racing with thoughts of what he might demand of her this time. When she finally knocked on his door, it swung open almost immediately.

"God, you look like a fucking mess," he said, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "Guess you go for some pretty extreme runs to keep that slutty figure."

Maggie blushed, feeling the sting of his words. She wanted to correct him, to tell him that her run had been anything but voluntary, but she knew better than to talk back. Instead, she simply stepped inside when he commanded her to.

The room was dimly lit, but she could see the setup clearly: a webcam, a microphone, and a few lights focused on the area where she was supposed to sit. Her stomach churned as she realized what was about to happen.

"Ok, so here’s the game," he explained, his voice cold and calculating. "You’re going on this fun little website for cam girls. Every…let’s say 10 credits someone spends on you, you have to take off an article of clothing."

Maggie’s eyes widened in confusion and a flicker of hope. "Is that a lot?" she asked, hoping against hope that it was.

"I guess you can say that," he responded, and she felt a brief moment of relief.

But then he continued, pulling out a small, familiar device. "You’ll also have this inside you," he said, holding up the vibrator. Maggie’s heart sank as she recognized it. It was the same one someone else had made her use before, and she wondered if they were the same person.

"Now sit and get ready," he commanded.

Maggie sat down, feeling very exposed. She noticed a mask out of the corner of her eye, a black hero mask that tied in the back. "Can I wear that at least?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, but hurry up."

She quickly tied the mask in the back and put it in place, feeling a strange mix of relief and dread. As she prepared herself for what was to come, she couldn’t help but think about the vibrator. The thought of it inside her, controlled by strangers, made her stomach twist.

But there was no turning back now. She was his puppet, and he was about to pull the strings.

The broadcast was about to begin, and she had to insert the vibrator now, before she had to do it in full view of everyone. She pressed and held down the button until it blinked and vibrated, then reached into her shorts and slowly pushed it in. It was easy this time; she was still soaked and a little loose from the hard fucking she'd gotten from the basketball team. But she was also still extremely sensitive and a little sore. Her mind was a blur as images of what had just happened on her run flooded back, and she felt herself starting to get intensely aroused again.

Little ping notifications filled the chat, bringing the vibrator to life. She couldn’t stifle the gasp or the moan from her lips; she was already too sensitive in every way to hold back. The 10 credit milestone quickly hit, and she looked at her neighbor with pleading eyes. All she was wearing was her cum-stained shirt, her shorts, and her socks and shoes. Then she realized she still had her shoes and socks to take off. She took off a shoe first, and he looked at her, disappointed, knowing they counted as one. She took off the other as well.

"Awe, that’s not fair," a message appeared in the chat.

Another said, "They shouldn’t complain; I like feet."

Someone else asked if she had been out running or if she just dressed like that to make people think she was athletic. With another beep, the vibrator roared to life again. It was a 10 credit tip, and she smiled, taking off her socks, thinking she’d won somehow. But then she realized those were all the freebies she had left.

"LET’S SEE THOSE SEXY SPORTS UNDIES," the message flashed on the screen, and Maggie felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The chat was alive with excitement, and the credits poured in, each ping a little nudge that made the vibrator inside her buzz just a bit more. It wasn't enough to push her over the edge, but it was a cruel, tantalizing tease.

As the credits accumulated, she knew she had to make a choice. Her shirt or her shorts. The shirt was long, almost covering her, so she decided to lower her shorts to the ground, crossing her legs to keep some semblance of modesty. The chat erupted with disappointment, calling her a tease, but she hoped they would lose interest and move on before she was fully exposed. The rules never said she had to entertain them.

But the credits kept coming, one after another, until a loud sound startled her. The vibrator, which had been a gentle tease, suddenly surged into a high, pulsing sensation that nearly made her eyes roll back. Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream as she teetered on the edge of climax.

"Come on," the neighbor finally spoke up, and right before she came hard, Maggie pulled the shirt up and over her head, throwing it in front of her without thinking.

She thought it might end the session, but no, this was only the beginning. As she came hard, completely exposed to a bunch of anonymous strangers on the internet, she realized this was just the start of her humiliation.

Her neighbor picked up the shirt and dropped it in disgust.

"Are those cum stains all over your shirt?" he asked, his voice tinged with revulsion.

She stammered, "It, well, it..." Questions popped up left and right in the chat.

"Cum all over her shirt?”

“Knew she was a slut.”

“Why hide your face then?”

“I bet you like exposing yourself.”

“Are those bruises on her body from being fucked?”

“Is that dried cum on her thighs? Tell us!"

The chat seemed to chirp all at once, and the credits came pouring in. More to find the truth than the added effect of making the vibrator go crazy, which was making her go crazy. She adjusted herself slightly, and the vibrator did too, now hitting a spot that was far more sensitive and intense than it had been before. A switch flipped in her head.

She could still taste the cum in her mouth, smell it permeating from her body with the musk of her own arousal and sweat from her run. She started to describe what happened.

"I went out for my usual run this morning," she tried to talk between gasps and moans, "The bra was too tight, so I left it and figured why have panties if I’m not wearing a bra?"

Her moans grew louder as she now exposed her mind, her right hand reaching up and starting to grope at her breasts and sensitive nipples.

"Then I got a text asking for a picture of me naked," she left out the blackmailer stuff and talked about how she went into the woods, stripped, and took a pic.

Everyone in the chat was messaging, asking to see it. "That’s when some guys saw me and took me deeper into the woods with them," she bit her lip, remembering the scene.

"How many were there?" her neighbor spoke.

"Like a dozen, it was a whole basketball team," she answered.

"Whole basketball team," the messages came flooding in again along with all the credits.

No one wanted this to stop. They knew the moment the vibrator stopped, she would go rational again and stop herself.

“I was bound, my wrists tied together, and hoisted into the air, utterly helpless,” she described, her voice a mix of excitement and control, as she recounted the events that had unfolded.

The messages in the chat confirmed it—she was a freak, a wild creature unleashed.

“I could feel their hands and mouths all over my body,” her hands tracing and grazing her skin, causing her to flinch and jump involuntarily, “they were huge, and I feared I might die when the first one thrust his cock deep inside me.”

Maggie's eyes were closed, lost in the memory of the ordeal. Her mouth moved without thought, narrating the experience in vivid detail. She described how each man took her, how they were taking her simultaneously, fucking her in both her ass and pussy. Without realizing it, she kept saying how amazing it felt, how much she liked it. Her neighbor, the voyeur, couldn't have been happier. This new content was gold, not just for his secret site but for the blackmail potential. She seemed completely willing, even eager, and he relished every moment.

As she spoke of the final man, her fingers instinctively went to her clit.

“The last guy was a monster, his cock so big it felt like a small baseball bat,” she said.

If only she could hear herself, she would be mortified.

“He was so large, I thought he was going to destroy my insides, and I wanted him to,” her back arched in pleasure.

Her mind trying to recall the pain and pleasure as she pulled on her nipples, rubbed her clit fast and hard, the vibrator intensifying the sensations.

Maggie hadn't noticed the mask had slipped off pulled up and off by the back of the coach. She was too close to the most massive orgasm of her life to notice. She told them how he untied her and pushed her down to her knees, shoved his cock into her mouth, and came over and over again, like a never-ending hose of jizz. Her body trembled, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation, as she relived the ultimate degradation.

She rubbed her clit furiously, her whole-body tensing as she felt the familiar build-up, the pressure mounting until it felt like she was about to explode.

"Fuck me, destroy me, take me all at once again," she screamed, her words a mix of raw emotion and desperate plea.

Her back arched, her toes curled, and her legs stiffened, making it hard to tell if she was having an orgasm or a seizure. Her pussy gushed, forcing the vibrator out of her with a giant explosion of liquid that was a mixture of her cum and the cum the basketball team had left in her.

Her whole body gave in, and she slumped onto the couch, giving a lewd view of her spread legs and the cum now not only leaking out of her pussy but her gaping ass too. In a major daze, she was shocked when she saw her mask on her shoulder but was too dazed and weak to do anything about it as she nodded off into unconsciousness.

When her neighbor was finally satisfied, he closed the laptop and stopped the feed. More than a thousand people had watched leaving almost 10,000 credits in its wake and he was recording the whole thing on his desktop.

 He looked at his couch in disgust but with the money he had been making off of her he wanted to get a new one anyways. He pulled his cock out and started jacking off above her and quickly came, shooting his load all over her face.

When Maggie finally came to, she was still in such a daze she put on her clothes and left without saying a word. When she got to her apartment she walked in and collapsed onto her bed not even realizing she had cum all over her face or the mess that was still reeking from all over her body.

A Walk Through Town Part 12

The next morning, Maggie awoke to a body that felt like it had been through a war. Every muscle ached, and when she caught a whiff of herself, she recoiled in disgust. She dragged herself to the shower, where the hot water and fragrant soap washed away the remnants of the previous day's debauchery. Though some parts of her skin still bore faint marks of her ordeal, she felt like a new woman as she stepped out and dried off.

A knock at the door startled her. She peered through the peephole, her heart pounding, but thankfully, no one was there. She cautiously opened the door and found a package with a note. Her stomach clenched as she wondered what fresh torment awaited her. She carried the box inside, mindful of her towel, and set it on the kitchen table.

The note read, "Hey neighbor, thought you could use a relaxing day. Here's a little gift to help you relax by the pool and enjoy another fun time on me. Signed, your neighbor."

She opened the box to find a simple, elegant black bikini. She hesitated, fearing some kind of trick, but the bikini seemed harmless. Maybe he was being nice for once. Not everyone could be cruel all the time, could they? She dropped her towel and slipped into the new swimsuit. It fit perfectly, covering just enough to be modest but revealing enough to be enticing.

She put on some sandals and walked down to the pool, too lazy to bring a towel since her apartment was so close. Little did she know, her neighbor had taken the opportunity to slip into her apartment. He looked around, finding it disappointingly bland—no personal touches, no signs of her interests or hobbies. The furniture was minimal, and her bedroom was equally unremarkable, save for a mirror in the corner.

He pulled out his screwdriver and got to work, placing hidden cameras in every room. It didn't take long; he positioned them to capture every inch of the apartment and her. Meanwhile, Maggie lounged by the pool, just 200 feet away, blissfully unaware of the invasion of her privacy.

Maggie lounged by the pool, the sun beating down on her skin. A couple of guys nearby, likely frat boys, caught her eye. They were good-looking, but she knew they were out of her league. Still, her mind wandered to thoughts of sex, no matter how many times she indulged. The sun's warmth made her feel exposed, even though she was modestly covered. She wished she had brought a towel and that those guys were eyeing her, imagining all the dirty things they'd do to her if given the chance.

She fantasized about skinny dipping one night, both of them catching her, taking her clothes, and taking control. Sucking their cocks was just the start, the dark pool a perfect setting for her fantasies. Her body stirred, her thighs rubbing together, craving more contact but knowing she couldn't touch herself in the open.

She needed a dip in the pool to cool off. She stepped in, the water freezing, and quickly got out, soaking wet. Back on her lounge chair, she tried to ignore the guys, her mind still racing with dirty thoughts.

The water felt tantalizing as it dripped over her sensitive skin, each droplet tracing a path like fingers exploring every inch of her exposed flesh. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, even as the cold water seemed to ignite a fire within her. She wiggled and shifted, turning onto her stomach, imagining their eyes on her ass, the feature she cherished most. She opened her eyes briefly to catch one of the guys watching her with a sly grin. Flipping back to her back, she lay with her arms by her sides, legs slightly parted, feeling the air tease her breasts and the space between her thighs.

She reached down to adjust her bikini bottoms, only to find bare skin. Panic set in as she realized she was lying on her bikini, now completely naked. Without thinking, she darted into the pool, hoping to hide her nudity. One guy had seen everything, while the other still slept, basking in the sun. She pressed herself against the pool's edge, trying to conceal herself, until she felt the water stir behind her and the warmth of his body close in.

"Hi there," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "Very ballsy of you to wear such a bikini, even in such a small, quiet pool like this."

Maggie's mind raced. This couldn't be real. It had to be some kind of sex-crazed dream.

"Just hate those tan lines," she stammered, turning with an arm over her breasts, hoping the water would hide her pussy.

What she didn't know was that her neighbor had posted on the local Twitter about a hot girl in a black bikini looking for some fun by the pool. The guy recognized her and decided to take the bait.

"It's okay, we're all adults here," he said, taking her wrist and gently moving her arm aside.

Before she could react, he drew in and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers with a fervor that left no doubt this was no dream. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if claiming her for his own.

Maggie's mind spun. This was too good to be true. A guy this hot, kissing her, touching her, while she was naked in a pool? It had to be a dream. But the sensations were too real, too intense to ignore. His hands moved lower, cupping her ass, pulling her closer, his erection pressing against her thigh.

"You feel so good," he murmured against her lips. "So fucking good."

Maggie's body responded on its own, arching into him, her nipples hardening against his chest. She could feel her pussy throbbing, wet and ready, as his fingers traced the line of her thigh, inching closer to her core.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop."

He didn't. His fingers slipped between her legs, finding her clit, teasing it, making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "You want my cock inside you."

"Yes," she breathed, her hips bucking against his hand. "Please, I need it."

With a growl, he turned her around and lifted her, positioning her against the pool's edge. She spread her legs wider, giving him access, her pussy dripping with anticipation. He lined his cock up with her entrance, the head pressing against her pussy, teasing her, making her squirm.

"You're so wet," he said, his voice rough. "So fucking ready for me."

With one swift thrust, he plunged his cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. Maggie cried out, her body shuddering with the intensity of the sensation. His cock filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her, as he began to thrust in and out, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the pool. "Yes, just like that. Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto his cock, driving it deeper with each stroke. The water splashed around them, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet pool area.

Maggie's tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples brushing against the cool water, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy growing with each thrust of his cock.

"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more relentless. "Let it go, baby. Cum all over my cock."

With a scream of pleasure, Maggie's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came. Her juices mixed with the water, creating a slick, slippery sensation as he continued to pound into her.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his own release building. "I'm gonna cum too."

He pulled out just as his orgasm hit, his cock erupting with jets of hot cum, spraying over her ass and back. The sensation of his cum on her skin sent another wave of pleasure through her, making her shudder with delight.

Maggie didn’t even notice when the second guy had woken up and slipped into the pool. Just as quickly as the first guy had finished, he put away his cock and gave his friend a high-five. "You were right," he said, "I thought it was a lie and we were just going to get drunk and tan, but this is fucking awesome."

"I know, right?" the other guy replied, "My turn for some pussy."

Maggie slipped back into the pool, and within seconds, the new guy was between her thighs, pressing her up against the side. His lips found her neck instead of her mouth, his hands roughly groping her ass. Even through his suit, she could feel his raging hard-on, desperate for release.

"Did you cream pie this slut?" he yelled back to his friend, who shook his head no. The water had cleaned the cum off her back and ass, so there was no sign they had done anything.

"Good," he said, "I’ve been craving some pussy."

He lifted her up and sat her on the side of the pool, fully exposed and naked. He reached under each thigh and gripped her, spreading her legs wide. He dove in, tongue first, into her sensitive pussy, licking and sucking at her clit. He pulled her closer, putting her legs over his shoulders as she was forcibly laid on the pool deck, where he ate her out.

He wasn’t gentle; he wasn’t building up her orgasm. It was more like forcing her to have one, as the orgasm was being ripped out of her. He sucked on her clit and shoved his tongue into her as far as it could go until she came harder and faster than she ever had in her life. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she was left in a daze.

She didn’t even realize he had gotten out of the water and bent her over one of the tables until he thrust his massive cock into her pussy.

Her neighbor watched from the outdoor staircase, unnoticed, filming the whole thing with delight. He couldn’t believe his luck. He had thought at the very least he would catch her naked with the dissolving prank bikini he gave her. He imagined she would be shocked and leave, or maybe fall asleep in the sun as she was unknowingly and slowly exposed. But this was more than he could have ever dreamed of. Two guys actually saw the tweet and came to see if the little slut would actually show up. She didn’t even resist, just let them take her. He really started to wonder what kind of girl Maggie was, and now he knew for sure.

He watched as the second guy gripped her hips as he thrust straight into her over and over again. None of them worried about being caught, as even three stories up, he could hear Maggie’s moans. It was even hotter when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as his friend came up to rejoin the fun and thrust his cock into her mouth. He had never seen a girl taken by two guys before in person, and this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He desperately wanted to see more.

Maggie couldn't believe this was happening again. Had her life become one steady porn movie, taken by multiple guys every single day? Even worse, her body craved it more and more, enjoying it so much. No qualms about appropriateness, no worries about getting caught. Two random guys were fucking her outside at a public pool where anyone could catch her. She didn't care; she just wanted to get fucked, pleasured, and used. For a second, she thought about whether she really wanted to be used, but as she felt one giant cock fuck her tight little pussy and another force itself down her throat, her brain kept screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

A phone started ringing, and without missing a beat, the guy fucking her mouth picked it up. "Hey, what’s up?" he answered.

"Yeah, yeah, we’ll be there, right now, okay, whatever, fine." He hung up the phone and with a smile, pointed it at Maggie and took a picture.

"Shit, bro, we gotta go. The guys are hitting up that place for happy hour," he said, pulling his cock out of Maggie’s mouth.

"Fuck, do we have to?" the other guy answered, still fucking Maggie hard and fast. "Can we bring the slut?"

"No," the first guy immediately responded. "We’d have to share, and I’d rather not yet."

Maggie couldn't believe two strangers were talking about her like some random prostitute they met. But letting them fuck her without even so much as knowing their names, she couldn't blame them.

He slapped Maggie’s ass, the sharp sting mingling with the pleasure, causing her to gasp. His fingers dug into her hips, gripping her tight as he fucked her harder, the mix of lust and frustration driving him. He reached forward, his hand closing around her throat, pulling her up to stand straight, turning her slightly to meet his gaze.

"You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "A good little slut that wants my cum?"

"Yes, please," Maggie gasped between breaths, the length of his cock knocking the wind out of her with each thrust, leaving her lightheaded.

With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum flooding into her. She came again, the image of being filled by another hot guy’s cock flashing through her mind. But there was no time to relish the moment; this was a quick, primal release. He pulled out, his friend tossing his stuff at him, and they left her draped over the pool table, discarded like a toy they had grown tired of.

Maggie lay there for a moment, feeling his thick cum drip out of her pussy and down her leg. But she couldn’t stay there; it was still light out, a public pool, and this was obscene. She hurried back to her chair, grabbing the bikini. But it fell apart in her hands, no matter how she tried to hold it together. With no other choice, she ran back to her apartment, her arm over her chest and her hand in front of her pussy.

Thankfully, she didn’t run into anyone, not even her neighbor, who didn’t need any more pictures or videos of her streaking around the apartment complex. She reached her apartment, locked the door, and breathed a sigh of relief, now in the privacy of her home.

Maggie leaned against her door, her body slumping down as she slid to the floor. She couldn’t believe she had done it again. Not just one, but two random guys she had just met had fucked her like it was nothing. She reached down, scooping up some of the cum leaking out of her pussy onto her finger.

A voice in her head whispered, "You know what you should do with that. It would be a waste to just wipe it off."

Her fingers drew closer to her face, and she could smell the strong, pungent stench of cum mixed with her own scent. As it rubbed against her lips, a finger slipped into her mouth, and the taste was bitter and salty, but for some reason, she loved it, craved more of it. It was an awful, disgusting heaven of scent and flavor that her body was now addicted to. Yet, she thought, most girls said how awful it was, and she couldn’t have thought of anything more delicious and desirable.

She got up and walked to her room, grabbing two things: the vibrator her neighbor, who was also her blackmailer, had given her, and her dildo. She sat down at her computer and started searching for porn, something she had never done before, but now she had a craving and needed a visual. She pulled up gangbang porn, but not just any—the most extreme, reluctant, taking of innocent girls she could find. She started playing it, the sounds and images filling her screen.

She turned on the vibrator and slowly pushed it into her still wet, cum-filled pussy. Then, she licked and sucked on her dildo, getting it nice and wet. She lifted her legs in the air and, for the first time, placed the tip at her asshole. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure as she pushed the dildo inside, her body trembling with the new experience. The porn played on, the sounds of moans and slapping flesh filling her room, and she matched the rhythm, thrusting the dildo in and out of her ass, the vibrator buzzing deep inside her pussy.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a mix of guilt and pleasure, but the pleasure was winning. She was lost in the moment, her body craving more, needing more. The screen in front of her showed girls being used, taken against their will, and she found herself getting off on it, her body responding to the violence, the degradation. She came hard, her body shaking, the dildo and vibrator still inside her, the cum from earlier mixing with her own juices, dripping down her legs.

She lay there for a moment, her breath heavy, her mind racing. She knew this was wrong, knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. She needed this, needed the release, the escape. She pulled the dildo out of her ass, the vibrator still inside her, and reached for the computer, pulling up more videos, more scenes of degradation and use. She was lost in it, her body responding, her mind numb to the guilt, to the shame. She was addicted, and she didn’t know how to stop.

Maggie had no clue about the spectacle she was creating, and who knows, maybe it would have excited her even more to know, or perhaps it would have terrified her. Her neighbor, hidden behind the lenses of the cameras he had discreetly installed, watched her every move. He had even managed to plant spyware on her computer, allowing him to see her screen, monitor her webcam sessions for class, and seize the opportunity to not only record but also livestream the explicit scenes unfolding before him.

She was gradually becoming a sensation, and she was entirely unaware of it. From riding him to being double-teamed in public, and now this—openly watching porn while simultaneously pleasuring her ass and pussy. There was no way, he thought, that this girl could ever have been innocent. She was his, and the money she was unknowingly generating for him was just a bonus.

With each passing moment, he observed her acts growing more and more lewd. She pulled the dildo out of her ass and began to face-fuck herself, watching another girl receive the same treatment. Her back arched, her legs spread wide, revealing everything from her gaping asshole to her filled pussy as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. She hungrily sucked on the fake cock until, with a look of intense pleasure, she shoved it deep into her ass, her mouth forming a silent scream as she gushed again. She sat limp in her chair, oblivious to the fact that she was being watched—not just by him, but by the eyes of hundreds of anonymous men and women.

Maggie's mind was a whirlwind of lust and anticipation. The only things that truly mattered to her at the moment were more cock and more pleasure. Tonight, she was venturing out to a club a place she had never been to before, a place where she hoped to find new experiences and, of course, more satisfaction. But first, she needed something to wear.

It was already noon, and she wondered where the time had gone. How long had she been lost in the throes of passion, either being fucked or masturbating to porn? She couldn't decide which was worse: being fucked longer in public or masturbating longer by herself. Either way, she needed to get ready.

After a quick shower, she dressed in her usual attire: shorts, a shirt, and a hoodie. She left her underwear behind, finding the idea of wearing it almost laughable now. As she drove to the mall, her mind wandered back to all the sex she had been having and the wild situations she had found herself in. Every red light was an opportunity to relive those moments. Part of her wanted to drive to the high school to find the basketball player for another round, but she knew that hitting up a high schooler at his school wouldn't look good for a college girl.

When she arrived at the mall, her hunt began. She wandered through the stores until she found one that caught her eye. The clothes were described as sexy, confident, and above all, slutty—exactly what she was looking for. She found a black pleated skirt and a graphic shirt that said "Born to Ride," which she decided to try on.

Looking in the mirror, she was pleased with how they looked and fit. However, the fit was too comfortable, too modest. She wanted something that would turn heads, not just look nice. When a girl came by to ask if she needed any help, Maggie asked if they had both items in a smaller size. The girl looked a bit confused but went to fetch them.

When Maggie tried on the smaller sizes, she looked completely different. She went from innocent to slutty in an instant. Her cleavage was almost bursting out, and with every move, she worried more of her ass would be on display. It was perfect. She walked out with the clothes she wore in hand and headed to the register.

"Can I wear these out?" she asked the guy at the register. He gulped and blinked, clearly taken aback, but nodded. He rang her up, and to her surprise, it came out cheaper than she expected. He had given her his discount without even thinking.

She leaned over and smiled, giving him a good look down her shirt and whispered to the guy, “maybe next time, I’ll ride you,” before grabbing the bag with her old clothes and leaving.

As she walked out, she felt a rush of excitement. Tonight was going to be different, and she couldn't wait to see what new pleasures awaited her.

As Maggie walked through the mall and back to her car, it felt like all eyes were on her. Not all the glances were friendly, but she thrived on the attention. Men gave her lingering looks and smirks, while some women eyed her with a mix of desire, shock, or disgust.

As she passed a shoe store, that devious voice in her head chimed, “An outfit isn’t complete without the right shoes.”

“But I can’t in this outfit,” she thought, feeling that exposed sensation creep up her stomach again.

“It didn’t stop you from buying it, wearing it out, or flirting with that boy at the register. What’s stopping you now?” the voice urged.

Her legs trembled as she entered the store, scanning the aisles. Maggie had never been a fan of shoe shopping, always more of a tomboy, but her mom often dragged her to such places. When she rounded a corner to an aisle with shoes in her size, she spotted a pair she had always dreamed of. They were sneakers with heels, perfect for her slutty punk rock look. She grabbed a box and headed to the fitting area, only to be stopped by an employee.

“Can I help you?” the girl asked, and Maggie flinched, worried she’d be judged.

But when she turned, she was stunned by the hot, short-haired girl who stood before her, almost boyish in appearance. It made Maggie question her own feelings. Though she’d been with girls before, she’d never considered herself gay or bi. Yet, the sight of this girl stirred something within her.

“I was just hoping to try these on,” Maggie replied sheepishly, causing the other girl to smile.

“Why don’t you take a seat, and I can help you,” the girl suggested, her voice warm and inviting.

Maggie found herself sitting on a bench, her mind a whirl of thoughts about the girl in front of her. There was something magnetic about Heather, something that made Maggie want to do anything she asked. Maybe it was her confidence, the deep look in her eyes that hinted at an old soul, or the smile that made Maggie feel like she was melting.

"My name is Heather," the girl said, taking the box and pulling out a pair of shoes. "What’s your name?"

Maggie wanted to lie, to come up with some fake name, but the words just spilled out of her mouth like water from a faucet. Heather smiled and scanned Maggie from head to toe, her eyes lingering on her chest and thighs.

What Maggie didn’t know was that Heather had just gone through a bad breakup, and her friends were trying to help her move on. Heather couldn’t believe her friends would send a girl to her workplace, but she wasn’t surprised given her reputation. Sarah had mentioned a friend from school who had a crush on her and was bi-curious. After the crappy day Heather had been having, this was exactly what she needed.

Heather placed the shoes on the ground but needed to confirm something before she did anything. "You’re friends with Sarah, right?"

"Sarah?" Maggie responded, trying to figure out who that was.

"Yeah, she goes to school with you," Heather said, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Oh yeah, right, Sarah," Maggie’s stomach tightened.

The only possible Sarah she could think of was the girl in her class whose name she didn’t know, who had made her go down on her. Heather must have been friends with her and knew everything, and was going to use her as well.

"Yeah, I know her," she responded nervously.

Heather looked down and moved closer, and Maggie shifted back slightly. Heather could see right down her shirt, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra and could just barely make out her nipples. Further down, she saw that Maggie’s skirt had ridden up, revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties either. In her mind, there was no mistaking it now; Sarah had sent Maggie her way for a little fun.

Without another word, Heather leaned in closer, and to Maggie’s shock, kissed her.

Maggie's mind raced, a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Was this girl part of another blackmail scheme? Were they lurking somewhere, watching every move, capturing it all on hidden cameras? The thought made her stomach churn, but another part of her couldn't deny the thrill. If she stopped now, would the dam burst, unleashing all the videos and pictures? Did she even want to stop?

Her eyes snapped open, not from the shock of being taken advantage of by a stranger, but from the chaos in her own head. Did she truly consider whether she wanted it to end?

The voice in her head mocked her, "You're dressed like a slut, not wearing any underwear, and this is all your own doing. No blackmail, no getting caught. You chose this."

Heather's tongue slipped past her lips, soft and velvety, a stark contrast to the forceful hands that knew exactly where to touch. A gasp escaped Maggie as two fingers slid into her pussy. Heather's mouth found the curve of her neck, nibbling gently, while her fingers worked their magic. Without a second thought, Heather untied the front of Maggie's shirt, exposing her breasts.

With fingers still inside her, Heather pulled back, looked into Maggie's eyes, and smiled.

"Come with me," she said, pulling Maggie up by her pussy and guiding her to the backroom with just two well-placed, curved fingers.

The door shut behind them, the only light filtering through the small window from the shop.

Heather got on her knees, lifting one of Maggie's legs over her shoulder, and dove mouth first into her pussy.

"My ex was such a fucking starfish, but your pussy is delicious," she mumbled between licks and sucks, her fingers working in ways that were so intense, they almost felt painful.

It was all so sudden and so intense, and she was so good that Maggie’s orgasm built quickly. When Heather slipped a finger inside her again and touched that special spot, Maggie thought her pussy had exploded. She roughly placed both hands over her mouth to stifle a scream, and her legs nearly gave out on her as Heather held her up, kissing her again. The taste of her pussy all over Heather’s lips.

Maggie was too far gone to think now as Heather said two words that would have made her shy away, “my turn.”

Again, all Maggie could do was nod as she felt pressure on her shoulder and she kneeled in front of her new lesbian lover. She watched as Heather undid her thick black belt, undid her khaki skinny jeans, and pulled them down with her boy shorts to reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. She looked up and leaned in as if she was having her first kiss, letting her tongue out just a little bit, teasing Heather’s pussy, making her smile at the innocent look on Maggie’s face. The taste and the scent turned her on, like the cum of the guys she tasted; pussy was like fuel to her fire. She suddenly found herself diving in, not entirely knowing what she was doing. She licked around, clumsily stuck a finger into Heather, and hoped that her passion would make up for her ignorance.

“Not a pussy eater, are you?” Heather quipped, “yeah, right there, not so hard, a little higher.”

She guided Maggie, who listened intently and followed her every instruction until she had her moaning like she had just been doing moments before.

That’s when Heather looked out the window and saw something. It was her friend Sarah, and she smiled, wondering if she came in to check up on the booty call she sent her. Then she saw her walk in with another girl, and a look of shock overtook her smile. What the fuck were all the words Heather could say as she looked down at the now stranger that had been eating her out that she had just taken. She looked back out the window and made eye contact with Sarah, who waved and pointed at the girl, then made a V with her fingers and made a licking face with her tongue in her lewd way to say pussy licker. Maggie, though, had startled, sucking on her clit and fingering her in that spot she had felt before. The sudden shock gave Heather an orgasm like she had never experienced and nearly gushed on Maggie’s face.

“Jesus Fuck,” in a long moan came out of Heather’s lips as she came hard.

She wished she could savor it, but her survival instinct took over. She pulled Maggie to her feet, quickly started fixing her pants, and helping redress Maggie as she started asking questions out of fear of what she had just done.

“Ok, I thought you said you knew Sarah,” Heather said.

“Yeah, she’s in my class,” Maggie groggily stated, still in kind of a daze.

“The girl out there,” Heather pointed out the window towards the girl. “

Uh, no, never seen her before,” Maggie looked, feeling kind of confused.

“I just broke up with my girlfriend, and my friend Sarah, that Sarah, joked about bringing some girl over that wanted to hook up with me, and I thought that was you.”

“Oh, um, sorry,” was all Maggie could say, not really sure how to feel, and neither did Heather.

All Heather could do at this point was give her the box of shoes she liked, push her out the door, and pay for them herself, hoping she didn’t say anything and get her fired. And that’s what she did. Maggie had a box shoved in her arms and was pushed right out the front of the store before she even knew what happened.

Maggie made her way to the food court, wanting some distance from the shoe shop, unsure of the drama that might unfold there. She also wanted to sit and try on her new shoes. She found a bench nearby and sat down. It still felt like all eyes were on her, and if the tight, cleavage-hugging top and short flared skirt weren’t enough to grab attention, the heels were sure to finish the outfit. She took off her shoes and went to throw them into the bag with her old clothes, but realized she had left it at the shoe store. She had to go back, feeling like she was walking a gauntlet of shame.

When she got there, she was relieved that Heather was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the girl she had pointed at before, the Sarah she had been talking about, was standing by the back door with a smile on her face. She saw Maggie and smiled, walking up to her.

“Hi there, I’m sorry the girl that works here is a little busy, but maybe I could help you,” she said.

“Oh, I just forgot my shopping bag and had to come back for it,” Maggie replied, seeing it by the bench where she had sat down.

The whole thing started and she bent over to grab it, not realizing the show she had just put on in the reflection of one of the mirrors that caught Sarah’s eye. She put her old shoes into the bag and was about to leave when Sarah stopped her.

“Hey, I just wanted to say I really like your…” Sarah’s eyes scanned over Maggie as she talked, “top, but you should be careful when you tie it.”

Maggie looked down, unsure of what she was talking about and worried she was showing off something she hadn’t intended. Being slutty was one thing, but indecent exposure was another.

“What do you mean? Is something wrong with it?” Maggie asked, concerned.

“It’s just the way you tied it,” Sarah explained.

“You need to do a better knot and not this one, or else one wrong pull or one wrong move and…” Sarah grasped a side and gave it a slight tug.

The knot instantly came undone, and Maggie’s breasts were fully exposed to another random person.

Maggie quickly put her hands up to cover herself, but Sarah had already grasped the parts to start tying them together, slowly as she relished the sight of such pretty tits.

Sarah's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to Maggie. "No bra, huh? I like your style," she quipped, her voice dripping with playful seduction. "I go braless most of the time too, but not today. And pantiless as well? With such a tiny skirt? You really are bold."

Maggie felt her cheeks flush as Sarah's words seemed to strip her bare without even touching her. "I don't know what you're talking about," Maggie stammered, but her protest was cut short when Sarah's hand slipped up her skirt and settled on her bare, wet pussy.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," Sarah purred, her finger slipping between Maggie's folds, grazing the sensitive tip of her clit. Maggie gasped, her body shuddering at the unexpected touch. "And already so wet too," Sarah added, her voice a sultry whisper. "I can help you with that."

"I'm okay, I'm just..." Maggie tried to protest, but Sarah pressed her pussy-juice-soaked finger against Maggie's lips, shushing her. "I know we just met, but if we girls don't stick together, who else will?" Sarah said with a smile. "Come on, how about a fun little game? If you don't like it, I promise to stop."

Before Maggie could reply, Sarah pulled her over to a nearby bench. "First, let's make it a little fun," she said, undoing Maggie's skirt and pulling it off, leaving her practically naked. "Sarah, you can't be serious. I'm practically naked. Is your game trying to get me arrested?" Maggie asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Sarah grabbed Maggie's hoodie out of the bag and draped it over her legs like a blanket. Then, she reached into her own bag and pulled out something that made Maggie's jaw drop: a large, black dildo. "It's not for there, sweetie," Sarah said with a giggle. "Why do you have this? I thought you were..." Maggie trailed off, not wanting to sound judgmental.

"Gay?" Sarah replied. "No, I like cock too, but I brought this for my friend. Even lesbians like a good fake cock sometimes. Now, how about you give it a try?"

Maggie blushed and shook her head, but Sarah wasn't taking no for an answer. She slipped the dildo under the hoodie and into Maggie's hand, guiding the tip to her pussy. "Either put it down there or I will," Sarah said, her voice firm but playful.

Maggie's heart raced as she felt the cold, hard plastic against her sensitive flesh. She glanced at Sarah, who was watching her with a mix of anticipation and amusement. With a deep breath, Maggie began to insert the dildo, her body betraying her as her pussy eagerly welcomed the intrusion.

It wasn't just long, it was thick, and something she had only experienced once before, with the help of a strong muscular guy and her body weight to get it in. She wasn't sure if she would be able to, especially sitting down. She leaned back a bit and pushed it deeper, not knowing if this massive toy could fit and not wanting to hurt herself. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her own - Sarah had reached down under the cover of the hoodie on her lap and started to push with her. Maggie felt like she was being stretched, the sensation exactly like the time in the woods with the last guy. It was almost halfway in when two boys walked into the store, and Sarah slipped her hand out, pretending to show interest in some shoes.

Maggie, still pushing the toy slowly, tried to keep a straight face as the two boys, both appearing to be around 18, checked out the clearance shoes. They tried to watch her discreetly but failed miserably. Looks like you have an audience, Sarah whispered, not moving or looking at her. Maggie blushed and noticed the boys, making eye contact without thinking. The boys took this as their cue to move closer, realizing they had to say something or seem creepy.

At a closer glance, they seemed pretty nerdy, with shirts they probably bought from a game store, and young, likely too shy to even look at a girl, let alone talk to one in person.

“Hi,” one of the boys spoke to Maggie, his voice breaking as it did.

“Um, hi there,” Maggie didn't know what to do or say.

 She was usually just as socially awkward, and now she was half naked with a giant dildo stuffed inside of her, barely concealed by the hoodie on her lap.

Sarah took this opportunity to have some fun. She sat on the bench behind Maggie, facing the guys with a big smile.

“ Oh hi, boys!” talking to my friend here, she's awfully shy, even around young studs like you, Sarah jested.

Sarah began to rub Maggie's back, the touch soothing, but her real goal was just to loosen the front and move it so the boys would have a nice look down her braless shirt. The boys got a peak before Maggie realized and fixed her top, letting go of the dildo. Sarah took the opportunity and slipped her hand under the hoodie and started to push it deeper into her. There was nothing Maggie could do now without drawing attention or accidentally letting the hoodie fall off of her legs and letting her be exposed.

A small gasp escaped Maggie's lips as Sarah continued to penetrate her with the big black toy, right in front of the two unsuspecting boys. They didn't know what was happening, but they were breathing heavily, watching the look on Maggie's face, the redness in her cheeks and chest, and the heaviness of her breathing.

“You two look so innocent,” Sarah purred, almost giddy with delight, “have you two even kissed a girl before?”

The boys shook their heads, unable to form words.

“Well, we can't let that stand for two handsome young men, can we, Maggie?” Sarah smirked wickedly, “how about a little kiss for each of you?”

Maggie, lost in a daze of painful pleasure between her legs, barely registered what Sarah was suggesting.

“Um, yeah, sure,” she responded absently.

“What's your name, cutie?” Sarah asked the first guy.

“Tom,” he said meekly.

“Well, come here, Tom,” Sarah commanded, “don't keep the girl waiting.”

He stepped forward, a mix of excitement and nerves. His eyes trailed down to Maggie's breasts, wishing for another glimpse, before focusing intently on her lips. He leaned in and pressed his lips clumsily against hers. A quick kiss turned into a drawn-out one as he put his hands behind her head and pressed her face harder against his, trying to slip his tongue into her mouth and failing. Despite its clumsiness, the kiss was turning Maggie on, especially as her mind imagined this nerdy guy having the cock of her dreams and fucking her with it.

Maggie's legs shook, and she moaned as she was kissed, not realizing Sarah had stopped shoving the dildo into her because it was finally fully in. The next guy was growing impatient, and Sarah noticed.

“Okay there, big boy, it's your turn,” she said.

The first guy gave one last kiss before backing away, his face flushed red, his breathing heavy and fast, and an obvious erection straining in his jeans. The second guy stepped up and immediately pressed his lips against Maggie's, his hands roaming down to her chest. He figured a girl who would let two strange boys kiss her wouldn't care if he copped a feel, and this was his chance.

Almost laughing at his innocence, Sarah took his hand in hers and guided it into Maggie's tiny tied shirt. He flinched, thinking he'd gone too far, but was shocked when Sarah helped him feel the smooth, warm skin of her bare breasts. His fingers found her hard nipple and he pinched and pulled on it without thinking as Maggie moaned into his mouth.

Sarah's hand pulled out the dildo inside Maggie slightly and thrust it back in, and started fucking her while this clumsy boy groped her tits and slobbered all over her mouth.

Maggie started to feel another orgasm building, and while she wanted more, a part of her begged not to come like this.

Her body shook, the pleasure building not from the boy kissing her or groping her breasts, but from the dildo fucking her. To the boy, he felt like a stud, obviously making such a girl moan and writhe in pleasure under his inexperienced hands and kisses. When Maggie felt like she was about to cum, Sarah pulled the dildo out completely and carefully slipped it back into her bag, unseen as both boys were more intent on getting another glimpse of Maggie's breasts. Maggie shuddered from the emptiness, her pussy feeling sore and empty, needing to be filled. She wanted to cum so badly and was so close, but this was just more torture than making out with an 18-year-old nerd.

Sarah suddenly got closer and whispered, "I'm guessing neither of you boys has ever had a girl make you cum either, if you've never been kissed."

Maggie looked up in shock, she couldn't possibly think she was going to make both of the boys cum, in this shoe store, in public like some whore.

"Hey big boy, what's your name?" Sarah asked the guy on Maggie.

“It's Jay,” he said, breathing heavily, his face flushed red.

"Come with me," Sarah said, taking his hand and guiding him off of Maggie, “How about I show you what a girl can do for you?"

She whispered into Maggie's ear before they walked away, "Make him cum and I'll give you back your skirt.”

Maggie gulped as Tom moved closer to her. She didn't realize that the hoodie had moved just enough to show her bare pussy, but Tom did.

"Are you not wearing pants?" he asked, surprised but knowing it was true.

"I am, what are you talking about?" Maggie spoke back quickly, trying to play dumb.

But Tom was too quick and snatched the hoodie, exposing her bottomless, wet, hot, and gaping pussy.

"Hey, give that back!" Maggie tried to grab the hoodie, but he was too fast and ran back to the corner of the store.

All Maggie could do was run after him, hoping no one else saw what was going on.

When she got there, he was in the corner holding his prize as she walked up with a hand covering her pussy. She tried to grab it, but he was just tall enough that she couldn't reach it. He circled around her and pushed her up against the wall with her back to the corner. He dropped the hoodie on the ground and pressed himself against her, reaching down to unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, which was pretty average. Before Maggie knew what was happening, he pulled her left leg up and shoved his cock inside of her. With the giant dildo she had just had in her and how wet she was, he slipped in with ease. She wanted to protest but didn't want to draw attention with him inside of her and her state of undress.

After a couple of minutes, Sarah showed up with Jay, both smiling. Maggie felt so embarrassed and exposed, but it got worse when Tom suddenly came inside of her.

He looked at her, not knowing what to say, and all he managed to say was, "Thank you for taking my virginity, it was nice," before he pulled his pants back up and ran out with his friend like they had been caught doing something bad.

Sarah tossed Maggie her skirt and gave her a smug smile.

"I said make him cum, not fuck him. I just gave my guy a handjob. You really are a slut," she said.

Maggie put her skirt back on, blushing, grabbed the bag she had left behind, and walked out, unable to look Sarah in the eyes as she made her way back to her car, her pussy dripping with the cum of some nerdy virgin who had just fucked her and when she got back to her car, even worse, a feeling hit her - she was still fucking horny.

Maggie sat down on the driver's seat, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. The intense pleasure she experienced from the dildo, the clumsy yet exciting kisses from the inexperienced boys, the taboo thrill of getting fucked in a public place - it all contributed to her current state of arousal.

She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror, her cheeks still flushed and her lips slightly swollen from the passionate kisses. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her top. She could feel the sticky residue of Tom's cum starting to dry between her thighs.

Maggie couldn't help but touch herself, her fingers sliding underneath her skirt and rubbing against her sensitive clit. She moaned softly as the pleasure built, imagining it was the massive cock from earlier filling her up or the boys taking turns to fuck her.

She knew she was being reckless, but the thought of getting caught only added to her excitement. She rubbed faster, her breathing growing heavier until finally, she came hard, her body shaking and her pussy clenching around nothing.

Panting, she took a moment to collect herself before starting the car and driving off, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She couldn't wait to go clubbing tonight.