Bred

Author's Note: The first two chapters of this story are dub con about reluctance. This and any chapters I write are less so. This is a story about slowly giving, not about being used and abused. I know that will disappoint some readers. I have rewritten the early part of the story, essentially doubling the length of the thing in my (unposted) version.

There wasn't any use in denying it anymore if there ever had been in the first place. She might not know why, but she definitely knew that she wanted to fuck Jay again, in the worst way, because it was impossible to ignore the way her pussy throbbed the rest of the day.

Even after she cleaned off his cum, and sat there in class listening to a lecture on Prussia, of all things, all she could do was squirm and squeeze her thighs together as she wished he'd cum inside her pussy instead of all over her face.

What's wrong with me? She asked herself over and over again, but there were no answers. There was only need.

She should be furious, and truthfully, she was, but it was for all the wrong reasons. She didn't hate him for using her mouth. She hated him for not using her pussy so she could cum too.

Ryan wanted to hang out after school, but she couldn't. Not with the taste of Jay's cum on her lips. That was doubly true when she saw Jay eyeing the two of them from the parking lot. He probably wants me to kiss him, she thought with a surge of anger.

She denied him that pleasure at least, and instead, she went home. She intended to wash her face and take a shower, but instead, she ended up laying in bed frustrated. Soaking in the smell of Jay's cum, all she wanted to do was finger herself, but her tampon prevented her from doing that properly, either.

Oh, she could play with her clit, but it wasn't as rough as she felt like right now. What's wrong with me, her mind repeated again. Even after she came on the shower head a few times, she wasn't at peace with any of this.

She should have felt grateful that she'd gotten her period at all. Someone had cum in her without any protection and with no regard for her future, but instead, she resented it. If I'd missed my period, I would have gotten fucked earlier at school, she complained silently. If I'd missed my period, I could have basked in the smell of cum and played with myself in bed.

It was stupid, of course. She knew that. When she got like this, nothing would make her happy. The very last thing she ever wanted to happen was to miss her period. Sucking dick, though, well, that was something she could definitely do.

That evening, after dinner, she told her mom she was going to go hang out with her friend Anna. That was a lie, though. Instead, she met Ryan in the mall parking lot and then did her very best to suck his soul out through his dick.

He wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it at first, but Grace was unwilling to take no for an answer. "We can do it here, or we can sneak into one of the disabled bathrooms and--"

"What's gotten into you lately, Grace?" he asked.

"It's what hasn't gotten into me," she complained. "I just want to try new things. Is that so wrong?"

"It is if someone catches us, and we become sex offenders," he answered automatically.

She ignored that very sensible argument and said, "Well, then you'd better keep a good lookout," as she bent down and started unzipping his pants.

He didn't stop her then. Not once, his dick was out, and she could feel it throbbing in her cool hand. She smiled at that and jerked it experimentally a few times, noting how different it was from Jay's. It looked and smelled different. Ryan was circumcised and smelled like soap. He still had a masculine scent, but it was drowned out by other body products, which was just the opposite of what had happened with Jay. His musk had been all but overpowering.

Moments later, she found out how differently they tasted, too, when she took the first few inches of her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. She gurgled in delight, determined to enjoy this experience. Earlier in the day, she'd tried to go as fast as she could with Jay, but she'd treated Ryan better. She worshiped his dick.

Grace spent a couple minutes looking for the little spots and motions around the tip of his dick that made him moan and focusing on those, trying to gauge his reactions. She tried to express her love to him then, in the rawest possible way. It was a moment of pure eroticism that was made that much better when he praised her.

"God, you're getting so good at that baby..." he moaned. "I'm not going to last long at this rate."

"Cum as fast as you want, baby," she purred, lifting her lips from his head just long enough to speak as her spit-slick fist continued to pump up and down his shaft. "This is all about you. I want you to explode for me..."

He moaned aloud at those words. Then, as she started sucking again, he did something unexpected. He rested his hand on her head as he groaned audibly, and for a moment, she thought he was going to force her head down.

No, she didn't think he was going to. She hoped he would. She loved being a good girlfriend, but what she wanted was for him to take control. She could worship him all day, and it would make her nearly as wet as it bottomed out in her mouth and fucked her tight little throat until she was on the verge of suffocation.

That didn't happen, though. Instead, he continued to moan and groan as their windows fogged up, and then, suddenly, he growled, "Watch out baby, I'm... Oh, fuck... I'm cumming!"

Her throbbing pussy practically wilted at that moment. She didn't want to be warned. She wanted to be used. Still, there was nothing she could do about it now, and tried to make the best of it as she felt his hot, sticky cum fill her mouth.

She was tempted to swallow his load at that moment, just as she'd wanted to do with Jay's, but she resisted. He'd find it strange if she did that unsolicited. Instead, she lifted her head, hoping he would ask, only for him to hand her a Kleenex instead, ruining the moment. So, instead of fulfilling one of his fantasies, she spit it out.

She had to. It would have been weird not to then, but that was just one more disappointment on a night of disappointments. He didn't even notice her sour face as he started the car.

It's just not the same, she thought in disappointment, even as she smiled at him, and they started to drive home.

It wasn't even down to the taste that she'd greedily swallowed or the way he'd told her he loved her afterward. It was everything else. It was the fear in his eyes and his eagerness to start the car when they were done. It was the way he was more concerned about being gentle than about taking his pleasure from her. It was everything.

Grace was fast coming to the conclusion that what she really wanted wasn't even to make out in public like she'd first thought. Instead, she just wanted to be out of control. She spent the next few days thinking about that and hoping that something out of control would happen to her, but nothing did. It wasn't until Wednesday, the day after her period finished, that she even heard from Jay, and that was delivered in the form of dm.

She waited until no one was around to open that, and she was glad that she did. It wasn't even pornographic. It was just a few terse words, but somehow, it still made her blush.

'Ready for your big day tomorrow?' he asked.

'Tomorrow? Why not Friday? That's no notice at all.' she answered. She realized immediately she didn't protest what he said, or even bring up her concerns. She told herself she would get to that. She almost even believed it.

'That was the plan, but Thomas' parents come back on Friday, so Thursday night it is.' He sent her an address after that. '7pm! Don't be late.'

'Don't be late?' asked immediately. 'I'm going to need more than that. We still haven't talked about safety and stuff like that.'

Reading back, that message sounded infantile to her, but there was nothing she could do. She'd been unable to write anything that was sexual or incriminating, and every time she tried, she just deleted it and started over.

'We'll have protection available at the party if you want to use it,' he messaged back. 'Anything else, you can come find me after class, and we can talk all you want...'

She sent him two more messages after that, but he didn't even bother to leave her on read. He just ignored her.

That angered Grace, but not enough to seek him out and continue the conversation in person. That wouldn't end with any talking, though. Images of getting fucked against a wall behind a convenience store briefly flooded her mind before she forced them down. As much as she'd wanted to get fucked the last couple of days, getting this message had knocked the wind out of her.

"This is really happening," she told herself. She didn't even try to tell herself it was about Liam anymore. She didn't even resign herself to her fate. By the time she got home that day, she was looking forward to the whole thing enough that it made her head spin.

"Why?" she asked herself for the hundredth time. "Why can't I just be normal?" There was no normal. There was only a slow countdown and a growing obsession with deciding what to wear.

When she got home from school the following day, Grace took her time getting ready. She'd already lied to everyone that mattered. She told Ryan she couldn't go out because she had to study, and she told her parents that she was going to go study for an upcoming test with Ryan and a couple of her friends. The only tests she faced, though, were to her dignity and endurance.

In the end, she decided on a slinky black dress that practically fell off as soon as she let its spaghetti straps slip from her shoulders. She opted not to wear a bra with it, both because she was just going to lose it and because she thought the dress looked hotter with her nipples pressing against her sheet fabric.

She didn't bother with much makeup, both because she had to walk by under her mother's gaze and because it was just going to be ruined. She did, however, carry her tube of bright red lipstick with her. She wanted to see it smeared across her face and half obliterated by the time all of this was done.

A glimpse of what she might look like when it was done, streaked in cum, with disheveled hair, flashed through her mind then. It horrified her, but it also made her wet, which was almost exactly right. "If I can make them wear condoms, I might even get addicted to this," she said quietly to herself before she pronounced herself done.

She had a change of clothes in her bag and covered her outfit with a jacket until she got into her car, of course. Her parents were home, but they didn't even bother to ask where she was going. She was a good girl. They didn't need to worry.

Bye, mom! Off to my first gang bang, don't wait up! She thought mischievously and started driving to the address she'd been given. She'd never been to Thomas's house, but if he was outside of town, it was either going to be a meadow mansion or a trailer park. She wasn't sure which one turned her on more.

The whole way there, she felt the butterflies flutter and tremble, but she was never tempted to turn back. It was too late to turn back. She'd known that for a while. This wasn't about her brother anymore, if it ever had been in the first place. This was about her and her needs, and right now, she needed to get fucked in the worst way.

The drive didn't take very long, and when she finally arrived, it was at a secluded three-story house that probably cost as much as her whole neighborhood put together. The other houses scattered around the street didn't seem any cheaper, but there were enough trees to be sure that no one who wasn't meant to see what happened next would.

Once she parked, the very last thing she did was add her lipstick. When it was done and on her face, she took one last look in the rearview mirror and said, "You look like such a whore." Then she got out and locked the car. The lipstick was supposed to be all but bombproof. It was water and exercise-proof, but she doubted she'd have much left tonight when all was said and done.

She was nervous when she approached the door, but she tried not to let it show. She had no idea what she would do if some unfamiliar adult were to answer. Fortunately, it was just Thomas who leered at her in a way that she found awkward but expected.

"Grace, looking good," he smiled, stepping closer to her. "You look... Even hotter than usual. I've got to say. I can't wait to try you tonight." He opened his mouth to say something else as he reached for her, but she interrupted him then.

"Is Jay here?" she asked, ignoring the thrill that shot through her at those words. Thomas Jackson is going to use me tonight, and everyone is going to see.

"Oh yeah, come in. He's in the living room, and--" Thomas answered. Before he could even finish, though, Jay was standing behind him.

"I've got our little guest of honor," the blond man smiled. "Why don't you go out back with everyone else while I help her get ready."

"I, uh... sure thing," Thomas said, quickly backing down. Seconds later, the two of them were alone.

"Well, don't you look good enough to eat," Jay smiled before pulling out his phone without warning and snapping a quick picture.

"What the hell, Jay!" she called out. "You can't just take pictures whenever you want."

"I can do whatever I want. This might be Thomas's house, but it's my party," he said confidently. "Anyway, you'll appreciate it. That was the before picture. In a few hours, when it's time to go home, I'll take an after, and you can see just how much damage a dozen dicks can do to a sweet young thing like you."

"A dozen?" she asked, trembling at the very idea. "I thought you said this was just you and a few friends."

He smiled stiffly at that but said nothing. Instead, he took two things out of the front pocket of his hoodie and held them up. "Every girl at my party gets to choose one form of protection. You can either protect your reputation or your womb. Your choice."

She swallowed hard as she looked at her two options. In one hand was a plastic baggie full of condoms, and in the other was a small black domino mask. The implications immediately became clear to her.

"Wait, you're taking pictures?" she asked, as a jolt of fear went through her.

"Pictures? Nah." he smiled. She had a moment to relax before he continued. "This is for the video. You can bet I'm going to cherish tonight forever. I'm going to need it after you go away to school."

"You're not going to give everyone else copies of your jerk-off material, are you?" she asked, only very slightly reassured by any of that.

"Jerk off material? Do I look like your brother to you?" Jay laughed. "I don't stroke my dick unless it's to blow a load on your tits and face. I invite mid-bitches over to suck it for me while I watch myself fucking sluts hotter than they'll ever be."

Grace had never imagined such a scenario, but as images of sucking dick while pornography played in the background, she felt the faint desire to try it. Even that lust wasn't enough to make her okay with the idea, though.

"Listen," she said, desperately trying to regain some semblance of control. "You wanted to fuck me, so I cheated on my boyfriend for you. You wanted me to fuck your friends, and I came over, but recording the whole thing? That's too much."

"Well, that's how we party. If you don't like it, the door's right there..." he answered, sounding entirely disinterested. This time, though, she didn't buy it for a second.

"Aren't your friends going to be disappointed if their entertainment doesn't arrive?" she asked, pressing her advantage.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you that part, too," he smiled. "You might be the main event, but you ain't the only girl we got coming over tonight. Maybe if you were, you'd have a point, but as it is... well, Two will be enough. That's still six holes for fifteen guys. They'll feel it in the morning, for sure, but... Well, if you don't want to play, you don't have to play."

He paused for a moment and then turned to leave as her mouth went dry. "Wh-who else is here?" she asked finally, making him stop.

"Well, I'd love to tell you, but since they both chose the mask instead of the condoms, well... You wouldn't want me violating your privacy, either, would you? Why don't you take a look? Maybe you'll recognize them."

Halfway numb, Grace let herself be led by the hand through the empty house to a window overlooking the backyard. It was there she saw all of Jay's friends hanging out and drinking, and then some. There was beer and music, all beneath the yellow glow of some strung-up lights. In the center, though, there was the fucking.

Not everyone was fucking. She saw a couple of guys to one side playing beer pong like two women being fucked while they were surrounded by dudes waiting their turn was no big deal. It was a big deal. There was even a pool, but no one was swimming. Outside of the internet, she'd never seen something so lewd, and she squirmed as she stood there.

"This ain't even the wildest party we've had this year," Jay bragged, letting his hand drift down to her soft ass, where he proceeded to roughly grope it. "You should have seen the first one we had as soon as it got warm enough back in April. We had five girls over and had them wrestle two at a time in the kiddy pool slathered in KY while everyone else took turns fucking the losers."

She barely even noticed it. She was too blown away by the fact that she knew these people. The brunette getting reamed from both sides by Miguel and Jason was Samantha Strickland and the blonde getting pounded from behind so hard that her breasts were bouncing was Cynthia Martel.

Even with masks on, she knew both of those girls, which made her certain they'd know exactly who she was, too. That should have made her heart sink, but instead, it made her pussy flutter as the butterflies started to swirl inside of her.

I'm going to do this, aren't I? She asked herself silently as she watched both girls writhe and moan. Even without condoms, I'm going to let them fuck me. It wasn't a question anymore. Not now that she could see her future just out that door. She couldn't hear either of them over the music, but she recognized those looks of ecstasy, and she knew she needed to feel that same way.

"What do you have on those girls?" she asked finally. "Are you using their brothers against them too?"

"Are you still hung up on that?" he asked, letting his fingers slide around her thigh before drifting down to her thong-covered slit. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe some girls just want more than their sweet little boyfriends can give them? Believe what you want, but the women we invite are here because they want to get fucked. Just. Like. You."

As he spoke those final words, he brought his point home by grinding against her cloth-covered clit. Grace gasped audibly but didn't try to stop him. She didn't let him distract her, either.

"I... how does no one find out about this?" she asked. "Why hasn't anyone called the police? Or your parents?"

Jay laughed at that. "Thomas's parents are away all the time, and this far out in the boonies, no one is going to make a noise complaint. No, word's only going to get out about it if people talk, and the first rule of fuck club is that no one talks about fuck club."

He laughed at some joke, but she didn't get it. Instead, she finally pulled her eyes away from what she was seeing and said, "I've decided. I want the mask."

He smiled cruelly as he handed it to her. "Good girl. Now, why don't you go out and get something to drink. I'll be out in a minute, oh, and one last thing...."