Bred by his Bully Ch. 04

Author's note: This is a story of reluctant submission. While there is no noncon, or serious dubcon in this story going forward, there are aspects of cheating some people won't like. My stories are not for everyone, though if you can beleive it I plan on giving this one a happy ending. Reader discretion is advised.

Grace wasn't sure she could handle any other awful surprises. Still, as she turned, Jay surprised her with a kiss, pinning her to the wall with the force of the thing. His tongue forced its way into her mouth with almost no resistance on her part, and they danced there for a long moment until her knees went weak. That was when he finally released her, letting her stagger away with a dazed look on her face.  

"I-- Uhm... What was that for?" she asked, brushing some stray hairs behind one ear as she blushed slightly. Kissing had not been part of her plan for today. Sucking and fucking, yes, but kissing. It was one more betrayal, but she couldn't even be mad about it.  

"Well, later, you'll taste like dick, so there will be no kissing, but just now, I thought I would let you know how much I appreciate you being here..." Jay answered. He stood there for a moment, like he was going to say something else, but then turned on his heel and walked off without another word.  

"I, uhm, you're welcome..." she called after him.

She stood there by herself at the back door for another minute to collect herself, then she put on the black mask and stepped outside to join the other partygoers.

When she walked out the back door and onto the deck, most of the guys didn't even notice, but a few of them did, and a cheer went up from the small group. "Fresh meat!" one of them called out. That made her blush, but surprisingly, it didn't send her running away in fear like she thought she would.  

She also didn't run toward the keg like she feared she would. She couldn't. She was driving home. You do this sober or not at all, she told herself. She meant to, too, still, when Steven offered her a joint, she flexed on that a little and took a rather large hit before she handed it back.  

It will wear off in a couple of hours, she promised herself.  

She told her parents that she wouldn't be home until after ten anyway. Her mother didn't have any problem with that. She just winked at her and told her to be safe. That was par for the course. She really liked Ryan and hoped that the two of them settled down and had half a dozen grandbabies in short order.  

No matter how many times she told her that wasn't happening until well after school, though, nothing could shake the older woman's desire for it. This might, Grace decided, as she looked over the crowd and did a little shimmy in her dress to attract some wolf whistles. She told herself she was just waiting to get more eyes on her before the big reveal, but truthfully, she was terrified.  

I've never done anything less safe, she reminded herself as she felt the eyes of more than a dozen boys from her school devouring her. That was what finally pushed her over the edge. In a teasing way that she hoped was seductive, she slid one shoulder strap off and then the other, covering her breasts with her hands even as the flimsy cloth fell away, denying them the view they'd all been hoping for.  

There was a quick cheer followed by a groan. When she turned around and bent to retrieve it, showing off her ass for everyone, there were a few more vulgar compliments shouted toward her. Still, when she rose again, her dress covered her tits once more, leading to a few shouts of "Cock tease!" and a promise that she'd pay if she didn't show them what they wanted to see.  

Of course, Grace did exactly that next. After she'd folded up her dress and put it with her purse on a table near the door, with her heart in her throat, she turned and showed all of them her nearly naked body. It was a moment that was as terrifying as it was powerful, and she basked in the feeling of wide eyes and lewd compliments.  

Every one of these men is going to use me, she thought to herself, feeling the magnitude of those words, even as she felt the weed starting to dull her fears around the edges. All of them are going to cum on me or in me.  

A shiver went through her at that moment, but that didn't stop her from taking Thomas's hand when he held it out to her and eased her down into the lower patio, where all the fucking was taking place. "Alright, everyone, be sure to thank our mystery beauty for paying us a visit and joining us in today's festivities. She mentioned to me at the door that actions mean more to her than words, so the best way you can thank her is by stretching her open and filling her up with hot, thick loads."

Grace might have commented on that, but words failed her then. Even if they hadn't, though, she wouldn't have been heard over the sound of all the jeers and the wet, meaty sounds of sex that were taking place so close by her.  

Grace had never seen another person fuck before in real life, and she found it very difficult not to stare. Hands had already started to roam her ass and her breasts, cautiously feeling her, but that just told her what she already knew. She was just a piece of meat here, like the women that were already getting fucking into oblivion.  

As the seconds ticked by, more and more hands joined the first brave few. Soon, every exposed part of her body was being stroked, groped, or pinched, but still, she didn't fight it. She basked in it. She felt like a whore and a goddess simultaneously, as her desire soon burned as brightly as any of the men around her.  

Her panties protected her pussy, but only for a moment. Once the first thick fingers slipped beneath her waistband and found out how wet she was, they were pulled down immediately. Soon, she was being guided down toward the mat where the other women, eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds she went to school with, were already being used roughly.  

"Have fun with her boys," Jay called out from the balcony. "You can fuck any hole you want except her ass. That one's one cherry I ain't popped yet. I'm saving it for a special occasion, but feel free to stretch out her pussy as much as you want. It's tight enough that it's barely been used."

A wave of outrage passed through Grace then, but she was being forced to her knees, so she said nothing. At least, that's what she wanted to believe the reason was. Really, it was because she couldn't figure out if she was angry that he planned to fuck her in the ass or if it was because he wasn't the one that was about to fuck her.  

Truthfully, she didn't know who it was. It was hard to figure these things out when she was surrounded by men, and most of them had their dicks out. Her last glimpse of Jay was sitting on an easy chair with a drink in one hand and his phone in the other while he recorded the scene with his feet kicked up on the balcony rail. Then Dalton Bremerson from her homeroom whipped out his thick cock and shoved it in her face.  

She didn't even try to resist it. As soon as the drooling thing grazed her lips, she opened wide, taking four inches immediately and bumping the back of her throat. This is what I wanted, Ryan, she thought to herself. This is--

That thought was interrupted by the feeling of her knees being spread a little wider and someone kneeling behind her. She couldn't see who it was, but she knew what was about to happen next, and not even the cock that was starting to slowly fuck her face was enough to lessen that anticipation.  

A stranger, someone I don't even know or like, is going to use me, her mind screamed. I don't even know is going to fuck me. It's not even going to be Ryan or Jay... it's...

Her whole body shuddered, and her mind shut down as she felt someone's dick graze her outer lips. At that moment, she deeply regretted her decision not to get hammered before she did this, even if that would have defeated the purpose. It was the fear as much as the lewdness of all of this that was making her drip.  

Part of her wanted to run screaming, but even if that had been an option, it would have been one she'd regret for the rest of her life. Grace knew deep down that she'd never feel brave enough to do this again. If she chickened out now, she'd chicken out forever. The only way that she'd...

The first two inches of a stranger's dick shattered her mind as it slipped inside her. Then, five seconds and two more thrusts later, she felt him bottom out inside of her. She felt his pubes tickle her ass, and her balls bounce once off her thigh. She felt his hands grip her hips possessively, too, but more than any of that, she felt full.  

He wasn't as big as Jay or even as thick as her boyfriend, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that it was a nameless, faceless dick, and it was inside of her. That fact alone made her womb explode in a shower of tiny little orgasms.  

"God, this slut is tight," her lover bragged. Grace tried to place the voice. She knew she'd heard it before, but before she could process it fully. Her anonymous lover started to fuck her in earnest. They both did. The man using her mouth and her sex, by some unspoken agreement, started to pump together in the same rhythm that almost lined up with the song that was playing in the background.  

As they did so, she melted into a puddle. I'm getting fucked by two men. At the same time. People can see me. It's happening, and people can see... Grace's pussy spasmed at each of those thoughts, but it was the last one that made her cum for the first time.  

She'd already lost herself in the crowd of strange men. Hands and eyes were on her, and cocks were penetrating her. The Grace from two weeks ago might have fantasized about something like this. She would have even felt bad afterward. She never would have done it, though. That was why the Grace from the past was still having largely unfulfilling sex with her loving boyfriend, while the Grace of today was coming on a strange cock.

It was one of the best orgasms of her life. It was almost as strong as the one that Jay had given her in the park a week before. That orgasm had changed her forever, and she had little doubt that this one would do the same. It rippled through her like a force of nature, starting at her clit, and everywhere it traveled it loosened or severed all the little rules she lived by.  

It burned deep inside her then. l It might have even developed into an even stronger bonfire if the man using her pussy hadn't suddenly called out, "Oh shit! We got a squirter right here."

Until that moment, she'd tried hard to hold on to some shreds of decency. Even in the midst of an orgy and even being fucked by two different men, she'd managed to choke back all the strange noises she wanted to make. When her partner called her out like that, though, the laughter and comments of the men nearby burned in her ears brightly enough to burn that last of that away.  

Not only did Grace flush in shame at those words, but she came to them a second time. There was little else that she could do. It was too much.  

She couldn't stop this. She couldn't stop any of it. She could barely stop cumming. She was just being swept along by events like she'd always wanted. Now, all she could do was enjoy them.  

That last part wasn't hard. Even after her second, shame-fueled orgasm faded away, the constant motion of her lovers caused rhythmic waves of pleasure to fill her so deeply that she could barely feel her fingers and toes.  

She barely felt like a person anymore. She was just a couple of holes and a pair of tits that swayed in time to the men that were using her.  

Even when her first lover bottomed out after less than two minutes and glazed her unprotected cervix with his cum, she basked in the depravity of it all. She felt each jet spray against her most vulnerable place, and each time that forbidden sensation happened, a tiny little orgasm went off inside of her as she considered the consequences.

What if I get pregnant and don't even know who the father is? She asked herself. It was a terrible thought, though before she could even finish thinking it, he was pulling out of her, and he was replaced by another anonymous dick that was thicker, and shorter.  

Her second lover didn't last very long at all. He came just as the first man to use her mouth did. She felt the second man's cum ooze out of her cunt even as she swallowed the load in her mouth greedily.  

"More," she gasped as there was a lull around her. "I want more cum..."

Her next lover rolled her onto her back before he stuck it in. That denied her the cock she hoped to get in her mouth as Randy, something from her Biology class, stretched her legs wide and then slid his dick inside her overflowing cunt.  

"The bitch wants cum," he called out. "Who's going to give it to her?"

Grace had no idea what was going to happen next. She thought maybe they'd put her on a table so that she could get fucked while she sucked, but instead, Luke and his friend came over and started jerking off just above her face and breasts. It was an intoxicating sight.  

She assumed that guys had jerked off because of her before, but only Ryan had ever admitted to it. It was one thing to believe it, though, and something else entirely to see it. As she felt her hips rocking from the force of her new lover and felt his slick prick pump in and out of her poor abused pussy, she couldn't look away. It was just too much to see two boys, one of which she knew by name, stroking their cocks only a could feet above her.  

It was hypnotic, really, and even as the first one started spraying thick white streaks of cum across her breasts, all she could do was open her mouth and hope that some of it landed there. She couldn't speak or even beg. She could just moan with her tongue out.  

Luke did a better job than his friend, and a spray of hot semen rained down on her face, but only a little bit of it made it into her mouth. That was disappointing, but she was too close to her next orgasm to care too much. As she lay there panting, someone said, "This slut needs more seed. She... oh yeah, definitely do that. That's perfect."

Grace probably should have been more concerned by those words, but she was too busy groping her sperm-slick tits as she tried to speed up her next orgasm. So, she didn't notice that anything was happening until Cynthia's face was suddenly above hers.  

The other girl was still getting fucked from behind. Grace could tell that by the way she was rocking in time to someone thrusting away inside her doggy style and making her whole body rock. They were both rocking in slightly different directions, which made her move drunkenly above Grace. She thought the other girl was about to kiss her, but instead, she opened her mouth, and the cum of someone she'd just finished fucking started to pour out of her mouth in a long saliva-laden string that briefly connected both girls.  

"God, that's hot," someone said. "Yo, Jay, I hope you're getting this shit on camera."

Grace looked up at the other girl with glassy eyes as she feasted on the secondhand cum. It felt so wrong, and it was the final ingredient she needed for yet another orgasm. As her muscles started to stiffen, her hips began to buck and shake. None of that stopped her from reaching up and grabbing the other girl by the hair before pulling her down to give her a deep, spermy kiss.  

Grace wasn't a lesbian, and she didn't even like Cynthia, but neither of those facts mattered. Right now, they weren't Grace and Cynthia. Those women wouldn't have let a dozen different boys fuck them in public like this. They didn't have names, they were just two dumb sluts wearing masks, and Grace's pussy clenched hard on Randy's dick as her tongue wrestled Cynthia's for the last dregs of some other guy's load.

She didn't want this. She needed it. She needed this kiss to go on forever and ever, and even as she felt Randy blow his load against her womb and he was replaced by someone else, she and Cynthia kept right on making out.  

After that, things started to blur. She stopped kissing Cynthia at some point as the boys decided to free up their mouths for more dick. Sometimes she fucked one man at a time, and other times two. Counting exactly how many people she'd fucked was a futile effort. She was pretty sure that she'd been with a few men more than once, but in total? She had no idea.  

Grace had probably been with almost ten men this evening, and if she counted the dicks she'd sucked as well as the ones that had erupted in her pussy, she'd probably been cum inside at least 25 times. That was an insane amount. She should be terrified. She should be driving to the pharmacy for a Plan B right now, but she couldn't bring herself to care.  

All she cared about now were the orgasms that were being inflicted on her. That was the only number she was counting anymore, and she was up to eleven big ones and half a dozen tiny fireworks and aftershocks. She'd never cum so much in her entire life, and she probably never would again. She was just a boneless rag doll, soaking in all the pleasure she could before this came to an end.   

Eventually, that's exactly what happened. She was lying there while Dalton's thick cock tried hard to force her raw, sore pussy to give her orgasm number twelve when Jay called out, "Alright. Everyone finish up. It's almost nine, and we've got to get these fine, virtuous ladies home before their parents find out what exactly it is they've spent their evening doing."

There were a few groans and complaints then, but those were largely theatrical. The truth was that most of the guys here had already busted their nut two or three times, and they were content to drink and watch or smoke a bowl and chat with their friends. The party wasn't over by any means, but the orgy certainly was.  

Grace didn't want it to end, though, and she did nothing to hurry her lover as her sid in and out of her sloppy pussy in long slow thrusts that went on for another two minutes before he finally hammered hard against her ass and blew his load inside of her.  

Even after he got up, though, she continued to lay there, enjoying the dangerous thrill of his warm cum oozing out of her stretched-out sex. She might have lain there forever if no one thought to move her, or at least until it started to get cold out.  

It was only grudgingly that she got to her feet, with the help of a couple of the men who had been inside her so recently. It was only as she stood that she realized exactly how much cum had been pumped inside her for the last hour. Despite how much had already oozed out of her, she could feel it flow out of her in a constant trickle for nearly a minute as she made her way to the stairs.  

My womb is probably swimming with the stuff, she thought in a daze.  

She was sore, but as blissed out and overwhelmed as she was, she had trouble standing on her own. Even with help, she swayed dangerously from side to side until the handrail was in her hand.  

The last thing she wanted to do was walk, but she reminded herself. I can't stay here. She had to be home in an hour or so, and there was no way that she could go home like this. She looked and smelled like a whore.  

As she climbed up the stairs, she found Jay waiting up there, phone in hand. "Smile for the after shot," he said with a grin.  

She did as she was instructed, but really, she was trying to figure out if he'd actually fucked her this evening. She knew his dick now and was pretty sure she hadn't felt it inside of her.   

She was about to ask when he said, "Gorgeous, just gorgeous," as sarcastically as possible. "Come on, catch up with the other girls. They'll show you where you can get cleaned up and changed." Grace obeyed, but only because she was too exhausted to do anything else. Questions could wait until later, when she was clean and in the right state of mind.