Addilyn's Decent

Addilyn's decent

My name is Addilyn, but I prefer to be called Lynn or Lynnie. I'm nineteen years old. I've been on my own since I turned eighteen. Life sucks. People are cruel and selfish. At first, it was exciting--meeting people, partying, drinking, and experimenting with many different drugs.

You think these friends care about you, but in time you figure it out. All they care about is a good time. They are takers. They take what they can. Your money, your possessions They take advantage of your trust and do anything they can.

Many will fuck you. Literally and physically. I left my childhood home after realizing my mother was an unpaid whore. My father divorced her for her infidelity, and she relied on men to move in and provide for her when the child support payments stopped.

The first time I found my mom getting laid, she was on her back in her bed with a very large, very well-hung black man stuffing her whore cunt while she moaned and encouraged him to pound her into the mattress.

She was so intent on getting laid, she didn't even close the fucking door. I went to my room and listened to her getting pounded by him and many others over the time before I moved out.

The first time one of her lovers tried to bed me, I moved out. I was finished. I got a job waitressing and a small one-room apartment. Life was good. I met Silvia; I call her Sil. Sil and I work the same hours at the dinner. We hit it off from day one.

I knew Sil liked to smoke a bit of weed out back during her break. I really didn't mind. But Sil had a dark side that would be exposed to me over time. She was also bisexual. I was no virgin, but I've never been sexually intimate with a girl.

Sil loved to party. I, on the other hand, am a quiet, reserved girl. My mother's friends scared me, as they were always trying to have their way with me. I suppose it was only natural that I felt an attraction to Sil. Sil was my opposite. She was outgoing and loved to push the limits.

After working together and having a few after-hours drinks, Sil brought up the idea of sharing an apartment. It was only a one-bedroom apartment, but it would cut our living expenses in half. I told Sil that I really liked her but wasn't sure if I was ready to share a bed with her. Sil laughed and reassured me that she would stay on her side of the bed.

After some consideration, I relented, and Sil helped me load up and move my worldly possessions into what became our apartment. The sleeping arrangement was awkward at first, but I became comfortable with having someone next to me when I slept.

Eventually, I would wake up to find one of her arms draped over me as she slept. I also snuggled up to her and draped an arm over her from time to time. She would try to persuade me to go out on weekends with her, but I limited it to dining and an occasional drink.

One Friday night, the boss took us out, and the evening was on him. We went to a club that also had great food. He ordered us drinks and kept ordering them. Not wanting to offend him, I drank. I drank more than I should have. He was a gentleman and dropped us off outside our apartment.

We stumbled into our place, giggling and drunk. I told Sil I was drunk and going to bed. I stuttered and fell next to the bed. Sil came to the rescue, picking me up and removing my clothes. All of my clothes. I tried to object to being in bed naked, but she shushed me and said, "We're girls; we both have the same type of goodies."

I giggled drunkenly and slurred, so then you must let me undress you as well. I fumbled with her clothes, but she helped me remove them. Once we were both stark naked, I saw that her mons was devoid of any hair and blurted out, "You have no hair down there!"

She laughed and said, "It makes me feel sexy and clean."

I responded, "You are sexy."

Sil giggled, pushing me back on the bed and hugging me, boob to boob, leg to leg, her knee between my naked legs. Pressing up against my vagina. I looked into her eyes, and she seductively leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. She probed my lips with her tongue, trying to gain access to my mouth.

I gave in to her advances and opened my mouth to her invading tongue. Her tongue danced in my mouth, probing and seeking to taste my entire mouth. It felt strange, but good. I responded by probing her mouth, and she started caressing my boobs as she continued to kiss me passionately.

I wrapped my arms around her as she continued to seduce me. She slowly and methodically seduced me to accept her sexual advances. She slid down my torso, kissing and kneading my breasts.

Her hand sought out my cleft, and I opened my legs to allow her access to my vagina. She took my passive acceptance to be a signal of acceptance and continued to probe my vagina as she mauled my breasts with her hungry mouth.

I moaned out loud as I felt a small orgasm. She slipped down my torso to my trunk and proceeded to assault my vagina with her wonderful, experienced tongue. I started having multiple orgasms. I got lost in the moment. The bliss of the orgasms fueled a deep carnal desire. Sil got on her knees and twisted until she could straddle my head. I looked up into her shaved twat.

The moment was so intense that I threw foolish taboos out of my mind and reached up with my tongue, licking her vulva. The first time ever that I licked a woman's twat. She was wet with her secretions. They had a very delicate, salty yet sweet taste. I continued as we rolled to our sides and buried our faces in each other's sex.

I felt a deep heat inside of me and screamed as I climaxed, spraying her face with my discharge. She clung to me with a liplock on my vulva. I shuddered and passed out. That was the start of my descent. Sil slowly and methodically broke down all of my barriers.

She brought me out of my shell. One evening, one weekend at a time until I no longer harbored any restraints on my sexuality. Or so I thought. We slept naked at all times unless we were having our period.

We also had our strap-on cocks for those moments when a man wasn't readily available. Available? Seriously, is there really a man who would not want to plunder either of our twats? Well, unless they were gay. I know I'm not beautiful, but I'm not hard on the eyes either.

Sil says I have a gorgeous body. I guess I do, but I think hers is sexier. Every once in a while, we go out commando. Not a stitch of underclothing on our lithe bodies I wouldn't have ever dreamt of doing something so daring, but Sil insisted, and after much coaxing, I went along.

It was a rush--a naughty rush that stimulated my libido. Isn't it amazing how those naughty little taboos can get one so sexually excited? It was the fear of being exposed and caught without proper clothes to cover your nakedness.

Of course, the next natural step in tearing down my reserved and quiet ways was to allow Sil to shave my vajay-jay. I mean, shave my pubic hair completely off, leaving my mons bare and exposed. It took her a few weeks to convince me to trim it close to the skin with a very sharp pair of scissors.

She promised me that I would feel great once I did so, and she would enjoy our sexual interludes more if there was no hair to get in the way of experiencing the pure lust of our girl-on-girl games. So yes, I relented and allowed her to lather up my mound and nether region and remove every trace of hair.

I looked like a prepubescent child with boobs. Damn nice-sized boobs, too. She then went down on me and afterward talked me into going clubbing commando. That had me a bit nervous. The last time we went clubbing, I got trashed, and Sil and I ended up making love for the first time.

I trusted her. I trusted that she would never allow anything bad to happen to me. I was about to see her dark side, but I didn't know it. We went to a local pub, where we ate and had a few fruity drinks. Chick drinks. We got a buzz, but we weren't drunk. We then left and went to a much more racy bar frequented by motorcycle thugs.

I told Sil I heard this place could be risky for a girl to be at. She kissed me full on the lips and said, "No problems, sweetie, I'm right here," as she shoved her hand up my skirt and stroked my smooth naked mound. I giggled and called her a naughty nymph as I pushed her hand away from my naked slit.

She opened the door, and we walked into the bar. It was packed. They were at least thirty rough-looking biker types, drinking, playing pool, and mauling the girls who clung to them. They were dressed like sluts, with half of their boobs hanging out and tattoos all over their bodies. The men they were with openly mauled their asses or boobs.

I said to Sil, "Please, let's go somewhere else."

Sil responded, "I'm right here." "Loosen up and live a little." Just then, one of the women came over and kissed Sil while grabbing a handful of her ass. Sil obviously knew her. She returned the kiss without reservations. The woman shoved a joint in Sil's mouth, and Sil took a deep drag. They handed it to me. I took a deep drag on it and passed it to the woman.

We got a table and drank as the joints kept coming. I was getting quite stoned and drunk. The woman, whose name was Kitty, produced some white powder on a mirror and pulled out a straw after separating the powder into three lines. I asked Sil what it was.

Sil told me it was coke, and I would like it. I balked, but she kissed me and said, "Come on, Lynnie, don't be a joy killer." I fell in love with Sil, and out of that love, I couldn't refuse her. I grabbed the straw and, mimicking the woman, bent over and sucked up a line of coke. My head felt as if it had exploded. It was a total rush, and I felt alive.

I passed the straw to Sil, who said, "No, one of us must stay straight; you do it."

I looked at her and said, "Are you sure?"

Sil replied, "This is your night, sweetie."

I sucked in the other line of coke and shivered as the powder burned my nostrils, and my head again felt as if it exploded. I felt tingling from my head to my toes. I was also starting to feel an itch in my crawl.

A deep, constant burning itch I tried to discreetly reach down and rub my slit, but Kitty saw me and grabbed my hand, pulling me out to the floor and saying, "Dance with me." I instinctively started dancing to the loud music.

I was too stoned and drunk to realize that my short dress was playing peek-a-boo and flashing my naked ass and vagina to a large group of biker guys and girls. Soon I realized that most of them were watching me dance. I had always been a good dancer. I started dance school as a young child.

One of the guys came over and passed me a joint. I drew on it, sucking in the smoke, and felt him place his arm around my back, pulling me tight to him. He was big and strong. I felt trapped yet strangely secure in his arms.

He backed me over to a pool table as he kissed my mouth and mauled my boobs. I tried pushing his hands off of them, but he turned me to the pool table and said, "Do another line, baby."

In front of me were a bunch of lines cut and waiting on a mirror with a straw lying on the table. I was pretty wasted but figured, why not? Sil was here to protect me.

I bent over to suck up another line of coke and felt my dress hem being lifted, followed by something prodding my vagina. I thought, "He's trying to fuck me." I tried turning away, but he was too strong. He leaned over and pinned me to the pool table as he pushed his fat cock deep into my twat.

He then pushed the dress up to expose my tits. The dress was only covering my shoulders and head. But not for long. Someone reached over the pool table and yanked it the rest of the way off of me, leaving me naked as the big guy fucked me in rapid strokes.

The burning itch deep in my twat had turned into a fire of molten lava. Girl-lava, waiting to explode under the influence of alcohol, coke, and weed, my reserved nature was doomed. The sexual desire peeking, I reached down and rubbed my slick, ultra-wet slit and exploded in an orgasm like no other.

I screamed out my climax to the cheers of the men and women looking on as I was reaching a plateau I had never before experienced. By now, the man had turned me around and laid me on my back over a table as he plowed my twat in long, fast strokes.

He grunted, and I felt his warm seed spreading deep inside of me. He pulled out, stepping back as another man took his place. My head was hanging over the other side of the table. Another biker pushed his cock into my face and ordered me to suck it. I was refusing by keeping my lips tight, so he pinched my nose.

I tried to push him away, and two women tied my hands to the side of the table. Another person presented me with a coke-loaded straw, and I sucked it in, having little choice. It hit me like a hammer, and when I opened my mouth, a cock was pushed in. The owner of the cock hissed, Suck it, bitch, and if I feel any teeth, you'll never have any again."

I thought, "Where the fuck is Sil?" Sil was standing there, videotaping my debasement as the men took turns fucking my now flooded, sloppy, and cum-covered face. The sperm burned my eyes when the men dumped their wad on my face. Sil closed in to capture the action.

Sil said, "Stick out your tongue." "Lick those cum-covered lips, you cum slut."

I felt betrayed, degraded, and humiliated. I started crying. Someone shoved a bottle in my mouth, and I drank the harsh alcohol. Anything was better than facing the fact that my friend and lover would allow these people to use me like a slut.

But the night of booze, smoke, and coke wore me down, and I slowly started accepting all comers. Literally. I was passively sucking cocks and cunts as other cocks were being pushed into my raw, swollen, cum-filled cunt.

When my cunt became too sloppy for the men, one of them flipped me over after untying me and fucked me up my ass. I felt the scum leaking out of my abused twat. I felt the cocks slip into my abused asshole. At one point, I came while being ass-fucked.

The guys laughed and called me a cumbucket slut. One lifted my head to face him and asked, "What are you, bitch?"

I responded without being forced to; I was broken and didn't care, so I replied, "A cumbucket slut."

The crowd cheered. Finally, they left me alone as I lay there in a puddle of sperm. I passed out, waking up sometime later in a room I didn't know on a rickety, foul-smelling bed I had never seen before.

Someone cleaned me up. At least it felt like it. But it wouldn't last. Another unknown man was rutting in my cunt as I slowly came to. I felt the warmth of his sperm coating my insides. My head felt like a nuclear wasteland.

One of the women came in and shoved a straw into my nose and pinched the other nostril closed while I sucked up the powder. My head felt as though it were in a pool, bobbing around as more men came in and filled me with their sperm.

The women would come in and clean my twat, then squat over my face and demand I suck out their swampy cunts. I lost track of time. I woke up at one point and shrieked when I found both of my nipples pierced with thick, gold, half-inch rings dangling from them.

They calmed me down with more coke. Some of the women were gentle with me, and they soothed me as they cleaned my cunt. Some would passionately make out with me. But I was kept high and naked at all times.

They no longer keep me tied. I walked out of the room very cautiously to find men and women sleeping or smoking joints. Some were cooking. They offered me some breakfast, and I ate like a starving fool. I was. I shoveled that food down. I got up and walked naked to the door, looking out at a farm with barns and outbuildings.

I asked about taking a bath and was taken to a room with a tub and given a towel and washcloth. The shelf next to the tub had all kinds of oils and salts. Soaps and creams I relaxed in the tub of hot water until it got too cool for me. I got out and walked out with a towel wrapped around me.

While I was in the tub, I saw the words someone had tattooed on my mons. It said, "Cumbucket," with an arrow pointing at my shaved slit. I sobbed but knew it was permanent. What's done is done. I'm now officially a cumbucket biker slut.

Anyhow, one of the women handed me an outfit. I was wearing a very short leather skirt that did little to hide my nakedness and a leather vest with fringes that tied in the front and clearly displayed my deep, bare cleavage.

I kept them on. Any clothes were better than being naked at all times. For the next three days, I was kept busy sucking cocks and cunts or getting cocks stuffed into one of my available holes. When I wasn't being used as a cumbucket, I was cooking or cleaning the house. There were always beer cans to clean up.

Of course, there was plenty of coke to snort or weed to smoke as well. I got comfortable being mostly naked and exposed. They would put me on a bike and take me to a bar, where they would order me to dance. I didn't care anymore. Sil was gone. They paid her well for a new cum-slut. That was me.

The gang was now my family. I would do as they told me to. I would dance and rub my slut twat up on a stage or dance floor. I would drop and suck a cock on demand. I would get gang-banged on a regular basis.

I kept my twat shaved to allow me to better clean myself after the men filled me to the point of dripping their sperm all over the place. I was numb, a docile, bimbo-slut cumbucket.

I now have many tattoos and piercings. I'll never be anything but some man's cumbucket.

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