Glasswing Pt 04

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Warning (Possible spoilers) this short story contains adult themes such as but not limited to reluctant sex, BDSM, cuckold, gender changes. Reader's discretion is advised. All characters in the story are over 18 years of age and up.

Glasswing - part 4

Liam steps out of the restroom and laughs, “God Damn, you all will not believe what Alexandra did when you all were gone. She fucking pissed all over herself, fucking soaking her clothes. Who knew going to the bathroom as a woman was so hard?" I can't believe he did that.. he could have just let me put them back on.

"I had to help clean her fucking mess up. She's getting sloppy. Do I need to come back in there or are you on your way out?" Liam yells.

"I am coming. Just clean up a little more!" I yell back as I walk out fully naked in front of my best friends. "Again, sorry about the mess Liam, does anyone have any spare clothes I could borrow?" I said hopefully.

"Hell no, have your pissy body be in my clothes. And another thing, I better not find you ass sitting on my new furniture. Your ass can sit on the floor," Liam yells.

I walked out with one arm across my breast, pushing up my tits up into my chest and one hand covering my pussy. "Please, guys, don't make me walk around like this," I said while giving them a pleading look. I look over at Dylan and Matteo. They both shake their heads at me, while obviously staring at my wet thighs and my breast. "Well, will one of you please go get a change of clothes from my room? I understand you all wanting to keep your clothes clean. I just can't leave looking like this to go get them," I again pleaded with the group.

"Well, I can't speak for them, but it is a no from me, Alexandra," Liam said, looking over at Mattoe and Dylan. I could see them adjust their dicks through their pants. Silence filled the room, as I just waited for someone to come to their senses and go get me some clothes, but they just kept staring at my exposed body. I can see them studying my curves, looking at my smooth milky skin.

"Well, I guess you got your answer then," Liam said with a big smile on his face as he stood up and walked over to the closet. He pulls out an old beer Pong table. "Who's up for a couple of games of beer Pong?" Liam asked the whole group.

"Yeah, I am down." Dylan said as he walked into the kitchen to grab the cups and balls.

"Who are the teams?" Matteo said, his eyes still running over my exposed body.

"Hhmm Alexandra and I, it's her first time playing so I'll give you all that handicap," Liam said, walking up next to me and laying his large hand on my lower back. He pushed me to the table. "You're going to have to use one of those hands to play. If I could pick, it would be the hand not touching your soaked thighs," Liam said as he held up a ball in front of me. I slowly reached out with the hand that was covering my tits to grab the ball. "See, nothing too it. Your tits are out and nothing bad happened. Relax!" Liam laughs. I throw the ball, sinking it into the middle cup.

It was a close first game. As Matteo gets the second to last cup, the ball is still running around the lip of the cup. Liam reaches out with two fingers and scoops the ball out.

"See! That's how you finger a hole," Liam slaps my ass, making me jump in the air. "Remember the house rule guys, men finger the ball, women have to blow." said Liam. Liam stands next to me with his hand on my shoulder and lends down to my ear and whispers, "Why not try to distract them a little? Play with your tits or something as they go to shoot?".

I can't do that. All the while, Dylan was going to take his shot. He landed the ball in the cup, tying the game. I can hear Liam suck his teeth as we might lose this game. We both missed our next shot. "Come on, do it," Liam whispers in my ear.

I shake my head no and he stands behind me, grabs my tits with both hands and, pushing me into the table. He bends into me, forcing me to lean over the table. "God damn you have some monster tits on you Alexandra," Liam said. I can feel his hard dick pressed against my exposed ass. He plays with my breast in front of everyone as Dylan is trying to focus on his next shot. Liam is squeezing and pulling on my hard nipples.

Dylan has a pure look of awe on his face as he stares at Liam fondling my breasts. Dylan releases the ball, and it flies in the air to strike my right breast. Liam quickly grabs the ball and throws it into the last remaining cup.

We had won. Liam runs his arms across my waist and pulls me up into the air. I panic and spread my legs and I am suddenly forced into the air. My wet cunt is on full display. Once both legs are on the ground, I quickly cover myself up again. Liam then slaps my ass again.

"Rerack the cups, Alex," Liam commanded.

I leaned over the table, so they couldn't see my pussy, and rearranged the cups back to the starting position. I felt Liam put his hand on my back, but not stopping, he pulled his hand down to my ass, giving it a squeeze. I tried to ignore him as I felt his fingers rest against my wet cunt. He reinserts his fingers into me. My legs start to shake and buckle, as I try to finish with the cups. The others seemed to not notice, as he removed his fingers from me. God, I am on fire now. My pussy is going crazy. A terrible thought entered my head as he withdrew his fingers, I never told him to stop.

"Time to switch up the teams, Me and Dylan versus Matteo and Alex," Liam says as he slaps my ass and waves his hand, gesturing for me to switch sides. I walk over while rubbing my red ass with the left hand and covering my pussy with the other.

Dylan and cross on the opposite side of the table as I make my way towards Matteo.. "Let's win this, Alex. I am tired of drinking this cheap beer," Matteo says with a cheerful tone. With the cups already set up, I grab the ball and sink it into the middle cup.

"Lets fucking do this," I smile back at Matteo.

Matteo grabs the second ball and lands into the front cup. "Balls back, fuckers!" Matteo yells.

The balls roll back across the table to us. Matteo is on fire, getting the ball into one cup in the back row. I take my aim and, and release the ball, it makes an arch in the air, hitting the rim of a cup. Then the ball circles the rim of the cup. Liam quickly fingers the ball out of the cup. Ending our streak while looking me in the eye, he sucks the beer off his fingers.

Liam, get the first cup in the pyramid. Dylan lands his ball at the rim and I finger the ball out. "I call bullshit. You know the rules. If you want to play defense, you better put those lips to work," Liam laughs. "That's three cups and we get the ball back, them's the rules and, just like that, it is a tie game," Liam says proudly.

Matteo leans down to my ear and whispers, "Come on, distract them."

I shake my head from side to side as they take aim at us. They effortlessly sink both balls into the cup, forcing us to roll the balls back to them. "Distract them, or I'll have to do it for you," Matteo harshly whispers to me again. I see his eyes dart to my half covered breasts, as a smile slowly spreads across his face.

I take a deep breath as Dylan takes aim at the next cup. I remove my arm, covering my breast. Honestly, what's the point? They have already seen every inch of them all ready. I feel Matteo's breath on the back of my neck. I feel his coarse hand on my hips.

"Dylan, is this the first time you've seen tits in person?" I smile at him as I grab my breasts, one in each hand, and squeeze them together. I stick my chest out and feel Matteo remove his hands from my hips. I lean over the table as I fondle my breast. A soft moan escapes my lips as I stare across the table. I close my eyes as I molest my breast. My erect nipples are ignited with pleasure. I bite my lower lip as I feel a light strike on my forehead. The ball had hit my head and rolled on the ground.

Liam steps up to the table. I lean back over the table, letting my breast hang over the cups. Liam smiles at me, looking unimpressed, as the ball is released from his hand. It lands in the front right cup. I see it circle the rim and quickly bend over the cup and blow into it. The ball flies out of the cup. I quickly grab it with a smile.

"Now that's a good use for that mouth," Liam chuckles.

Matteo ties the game, getting another cup in the back row. I position myself in front of the table and take aim. I see Liam reach inside his sweatpants and pull out his giant half hard cock. "It's only fair Alex. If you get to wave those giant tits in front of our faces, it's time for some of your own medicine," Liam said. Liam is grabbing his cock at the base and waving it over the cups, staring into my eyes. I tried to look away from his engorged cock, but it was positioned over cups. "Look at her, she can't keep her eyes off of it!" Liam yells. My face flushes red as I try to focus on my shot. "You can see the hunger in her eyes. You all know what? I think our little Alex might be a fag after all," Liam remarked. I keep having to refocus myself as he taunts me.

I let the ball loose and in a perfect arch; arch; it lands in one of the middle cups. "Keep dreaming Liam, that's balls back," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. Matteo, being the ringer of our team, again sinks the ball into another cup.

"You know what, I think I made it too easy on you, little Alex." Liam noted as he walks to the side of the table, and like a nice cut steak, he slapped his cock down in front of the cups. His half flaccid dick resting on the table. "You see, it was my mistake to wave this over the cups. It gave you something to aim for," Liam said matter-of-factly. I take aim. I can't stop my eye from darting between his giant cock and the cups. "Come on honey, if you don't shoot soon, we'll have to put a time limit in place," Liam laughs.

I release the ball from my hand. The ball was thrown short and bounced in front of the grouping of cups. Liam quickly grabs the ball off of the first bounce. I watch as he puts his dick back into his pants. "Don't be sad baby, if you ask really nicely, I might let you see it again," Liam said.

Liam then easily lands another ball into a cup. Dylan takes position in front of the table, and Liam whispers something into his ear. Dylan looks over at Liam, and Liam says, "Trust me man, it will work".

Dylan takes aim, and I resume the position with my hands, molesting my breasts over the cups. "God damn, you fucking little slut, what would you mom think if she could see you now? Naked in front of 3 men, teasing your own tits for the world to see," Dylan yells.

I stand back in shock, the air in my lungs feeling trapped. I mindlessly watch as Dylan releases the ball, and it lands into the same cup Liam had gotten. "That's three cups, mother fuckers," Liam yells in triumph.

My mind is in shock as I feel Matteo slap my back and say, "Get your head back into the game."

Liam then pulled his cock back out and let it dangle for the rest of the game. They landed shot after shot, soon winning with a score of 5 to 10. Liam pours the beer evenly into two cups and walks over to us. I turn over to Matteo and say, "Sorry, man, Dylan really got into my head."

"Well, from the hungry look in your eyes, that not the only thing that got into your head." Matteo said angrily.

"Drink up!" Liam laughs as he hands me and Matteo the cups.

Dylan walks over to me as Liam and Matteo walk into the kitchen. "Sorry about that, man. It. It was Liam's idea. He told me to mention your mom, and you would stop flashing your tits at me," Dylan says apologetically as he scratches his head with his hand.

"It's fine, I understand," I say quietly as I look over at Liam. I can see Liam run his fingers under Matteo's nose and they both laugh. I downed the beer in my hand and walked over to them. "What's so funny?" I say in a frustrated tone.

They both look at me and laugh even harder. "The losers have to clean the table and put this shit up," Liam said as he walked past me and slapped my ass. "And do not forget to clean the table with water. I don't want it to get sticky," Liam said. Then he puts his hand on Dylan's shoulder and says, "let's go play some deathmatch while they clean up."

I walk over to the sink. "Matteo, will you hand me that wash cloth?" I ask.

"Sure, thing." Matteo lends off of the counter and walks over to the sink by me. I turn on the water and dunk the cloth under it. "So a little birdy told me that got their fingers wet from your leaky cunt" Matteo whispers in my ear.

"What, no. Who said that?" I said quickly.

Matteo says under his breath, "Are you calling the little bird a liar?" I look over to Liam and Dylan, as they have already started a match. I can hear the sounds of shooting and grenades over the surround sound system.

I can feel Matteo run his hand on my lower back, down to my ass. He slaps my ass with full force. I bite my lips and he slaps the other side. My knees buckle from my reddened ass as I grip the counter. "I am tired of your lies," Matteo says. I support myself by placing my elbows on the counter as my legs lock. Matteo grabs my pussy from behind. I can feel his rough hand slide against my asshole. His fingers thrust into my pussy.

He fingers me as I grip the sink, trying to stay upright. I let out a soft moan as he spread his fingers inside me, stretching me out from the inside. I can feel it building, my breath quickens, my chest becomes flushed, I lose track of my surroundings. Then, nothing. Matteo pulls his fingers out and runs them under the water. "I fucking knew he wasn't lying. Finish cleaning this shit up," Matteo said with a tone of disappointment. He then lends over and whispers in my ear, "The same little birdy told me they dunked their cock into the beer you just drank," Matteo then walked out.

I finally collect my thoughts, as I feel my newly fingered cunt burn with desire. I take a few deep breaths before turning off the water. I can't do this anymore. I need to get off. I need to cum. A singular thought is repeating itself inside me. It is commanding, controlling and possessing me.

I walk briskly to the bathroom, like a woman with a purpose. I look down at the toilet sit and see it covered in piss - fucking men. I jump up on the counter, my back resting against the mirror, both knees bent and separated, with my feet resting on counter. My cunt drips on the counter as I rub my clit with my hand. I feel my orgasm start to build.

The new addictive feeling rose in my chest. I started out slow at first, but now I am furiously rubbing my clit between my fingers. I can feel myself get close, like walking on a cliff edge, ready to jump off and be washed away by the pleasure. CUM, CUM, CUM! It is the only thought my mind can hold. I plunge my fingers into my dripping cunt. Repeating all the moves Liam and Matteo taught me, spreading my figures open inside me while curling them inward. Why is it not working?? "Why can't I CUM?" I unknowingly let slip in frustration. I continue to work on myself, trying everything I know of to get off. I lose track of time as I play with my new clit.

The door swings open, and Dylan and I lock eyes. He walks in and closes the door behind him. I can not stop playing with myself as he quietly watches me. He watches as I figure my cunt and rub my clit. I feel myself get closer to the edge, as he eyes my body. I feel myself become close to my goal, to sweetly release my body's needs.

"They are all talking about how you let them finger you. How wet you cunt is, and how disappointed you looked when they stopped. I honestly didn't believe them, but fuck," Dylan says with a hit of disappointment and lust. "Fuck it!" Dylan said as he, walked between my open legs. He forcefully moves my hands away from my clit. I let out a frustrated whimper. I was so close, close, just a little more. Dylan grabs my throat with his left hand and stabs two fingers into my wanting cunt. "What do you have to say for yourself? What would your parents think?" he says with concern.

I ground my pelvis into his hand. "God, they are both right. You are just a fucking little whore,, aren't you?" He scolds me. I can now notice the difference in skill from Liam to Matteo and Dylan. Liam was skillful with his hands. Like a professional, he curled his fingers over all of my sensitive spots, adapting to how my body reacted to his movements.

Matteo was aggressive and commanding, spreading me open, stretching the wall of my cunt out to make it feel like I had a massive cock in me. He had a lustful brutish style.

This is probably Dylan's first time fingering a woman he just kept inserting and then pulling his fingers out of me. It was kind of cute how inexperienced he was, but I knew he would never make me cum. "Well, are you going to answer me?" Dylan says as his grip strengthens on my neck.

"Please let me cum. Please make me cum. Like this," I said as I raised my hand and curled my fingers and spread them apart, trying to get him to change his technique up. He smiles and then rests his fingers inside me. Then slowly he curled his fingers inside me and, slowly spreading them.

"Ahah!" I moan out loud uncontrollably as he fingers me better than ever. I grab his shoulder and fuck myself on his hand. My ass slapping against the countertop. I lose complete control as the singular goal consumes me. I can feel it. I approach the edge again, with my best friend's fingers deep inside me.

Dylan pushed my neck, forcing me back into the mirror, pulling my arms from his shoulders. He slides his fingers out of me. "NO! WHY!" I yell out in frustration. I still hump where he had his hand.

"Shut the fuck up, I've always wanted to do this," Dylan says as he crouches down between my legs and sucks on my clit. I lose control as I grab the back of his head and grind my pussy into his mouth. I can hear him suck in air through his nose as I grind my wet cunt into his open mouth. I can feel him slide his tongue off my clit and insert it deep into me. I scream in pleasure, as my thighs wrap around his head.

"I AM ALMOST THERE... THAT'S IT don't STOP! I AM GOING TO CU!" I scream out loud. As the door swings open, Liam quickly pulls me off of Dylan. "NO! NO! WHY WON'T YOU ALL LET ME CUM!" I scream out. I noticed Dylan gasping for air, sitting on the ground. My leaking cunt covered his face with a clear fluid. I see where Dylan had dug his fingers into my thigh, leaving deep scratch marks down my thighs. I could not even register the pain but, only the burning desire to filled.

"God Damn, you almost suffocated him Alex. What the fuck were you thinking?" Liam scolded me.

I look down at Dylan as my mind walks back from the edge. "I am sorry, I don't know. I just couldn't control myself!" I cry out.

Dylan stands up, "No problem, I can think of worse ways to die, whore," he said in an angry tone. Then he walks back between my legs and slaps my exposed cunt, making me scream out in pain and pleasure.

"God damn, Man. I think I like this new Dylan," Liam laughs. Liam grabs me by the arm and pulls me upright. He forces me out into the living room and pushes me down. I fall to my knees, tears sprouting from my eyes.

"Please, I can't stand it. I just need to cum. Please let me cum!" I cry out in pain. I finger myself in front of them. "Please don't look, Please don't look!" I scream out.

"What did you do to her, Dylan? You all weren't in there for ten minutes," Liam stares at me in disbelief.

"Nothing much. I just fingered her and then ate her out," Dylan boasts.