She was just 18 but looked younger even than that, her long curly haired blonde locks giving her the sexiest glow imaginable.
I was psyched to be with her today—we'd been dating a few weeks, and it was getting more serious, and it was clear we really cared for each other. We were at a family picnic in a public park, and we were so horny for each other—not that we'd fucked yet, she was still a virgin (as was I) and she just wasn't ready—"I'm saving myself" she'd tell me, but wouldn't tell me for what or how long.
But I wanted whatever pussy I could get, a touch or a lick, and I desperately wanted the blow job she had been promising me. "Let's get away from here," I said, and we snuck up a hill, around a corner, and under a hole in a little fence—no trespassing—coming upon, to their surprise a hillside home's back pool and open pool house. Nobody was around, and the temptation was too great.
"Skinny dipping," I said, half jokingly.
She said—"of course." Score.
We stripped and jumped in, and it was only a moment or two before her hand was on my hard dick and my fingers were making their way into her slit to her clit and toward her hole. "Maybe, maybe, maybe it could be today?" I thought.
She began gasping a bit, whimpering with need, head tilted back, a bit of a moan, and we made our way to the edge of the pool where I could sit and she began to lower her head, settling herself between my knees, and tentatively stick her tongue out, preparing herself to suck a cock for the very first time.
I looked up behind her, and saw to my horror two men, maybe late thirties, kind of surly, tough, ugly guys.
They saw me see them and spoke up. "Nice" they said. "Trespassing and breaking and entering. That could be a misdemeanor, or it could be a felony. You're in big trouble. Get up, over into the pool house where we can hold you until the cops arrive."
We jumped, my heart pounding in fear, and she began to cry as she tried to cover her naked body. "No, no, don't, we'll do anything" she cried.
Before I knew it, my hands were behind my back, duct taped, and taped to a chair, facing the center of the room—and she was shoved to the couch, sprawling backwards a bit, tits shaking, legs falling open, pussy fully exposed. What was going to happen?
They eyed her very closely—how could any man not?
"Honey, there is something you can do—if you really don't want me to call the cops."
I gulped, she was still crying, but she looked up at them as level as she could, biting her lip. "All we want is what he was getting—we have hard dicks too. A little blow job and you're good to go."
"Is this your house?" she whimpered.
"No, we're just the hired guys for the boss."
She looked at me, terrified, but I didn't know what to say. She looked back at them, and their dicks were already out. They weren't really giving her a choice, I realized.
The first guy stepped up to her and grabbed her curly blonde locks. "Suck it."
I watched, knowing it was something she'd never done before. From what I could see, this wasn't a man who necessarily showered often, and she had to fight back both her fear and repulsion as she confronted this man's thrusting penis. Still a bit teary, she opened her mouth, put out her tongue, and gave his cock a half-hearted lick, up and down, like an ice cream cone.
But he wanted more, and demanded it. "Suck it, I said," he said to her, and pulled her mouth onto him, deeply, invading her throat until his balls were pressed up against her chin. At first, I could see her resist, try to hold back, unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the feeling of having a man's hard cock in her mouth.
But as he began to pump in and out, she seemed to realize that the faster he came the sooner it was over, and so she began bobbing her head, and brought up her hand to stroke his balls, and I could see him begin to breath more heavily. "That's it babe, that's it," and then demanded, "you better swallow it all down," and with a spasm, jerked and shot his cum into her mouth as she swallowed hard to take it in, a few droplets dripping from her lips. Still spasming, he pulled out and shot once, twice, three more times on her face and into her hair. I watched as my sweet, virginal girl wiped off this strange man's cum.
Without allowing her a breather the other guy beckoned her to his chair, and to her knees, where she bent over to get him in the right position, her beautiful naked ass facing me and the doorway into the room. He grabbed her ears and began going to town fucking her mouth, harder and harder, and I could see how quickly he'd be cumming, when to my horror in walked what was clearly the boss man—a tall black man in his forties, and an associate, a shorter, thicker swarthy guy.
They took it all in—me strapped the chair, the one guy buttoning his jeans, the other guy swaying his head and moaning with pleasure, and my gorgeous sweet naked virgin girlfriend on the floor, bent over, her heavenly pussy gash just visible between her ass cheeks, struggling to keep up with the mouth fuck she was receiving. I could see them surveying the room, but she couldn't yet know what was in store for her next.
"What the FUCK," he began to growl to the first guy, clearly his subordinate—and I could see the tension in the room—was this not being made available to the boss? My sweet girl then heard this and started to hesitate, to pull off, but the guy fucking her mouth wouldn't let her. Then the first guy said to his boss, and to my horror: "we didn't fuck her, boss, we haven't touched her pussy—we were leaving that for you."
At that same moment the second guy lifted up his hips and shot his cum into my sweet girl's mouth, with a moan, and let her go, still shooting more cum onto her tits and into her hair.
