"¡Oh, NO! ¡FOLLOME! ¡Ahhh- ORA!"
Cumandá's beseeching wail reverberated in the ears of all three young men strategically positioned about her restrained and nearly nude body. The eighteen-year-old girl's rapid transition from questioning naif to desperate nymph was electrifying. Alejandro Vásquez, her twenty-year-old brother, pushed her fulsome bare breasts flat to her ribs and silenced her with a powerful open-mouthed kiss. She gasped air through her nose as he hissed into her throat, "¡Nosotros lo haremos, mejita! We will fuck you for sure!"
Cumandá grabbed the top crossbar of the barrel gantry. Again, she tried to free her wrists and ankles from the soft suede cuffs which held her there, spread-eagle like an inclined starfish. As quickly as she realized that struggling was useless, so too did Alejandro's nineteen-year-old pal, Esteban Reynaldo, that quickly close in further behind her bottom and stroke his weighty woody back from her coccyx, along the satin covering her buttocks' central crease. She mewled into her brother's maw as his friend's prick tickled her cheek-crack while his long fingers pressed in on her soft belly.
A year older than Esteban, but a week younger than Alejandro, Mateo Diego was perhaps the most mature of the three amigos surrounding the distraught teen. Certainly, he was more disciplined and resolute than they when it came to making love. He had his nineteen-year-old sister, Ana, to thank for that. "Ahh, sweet Ana," he thought distractedly as he crouched beside Cumandá's left hip and continued slowly to swipe his middle two fingers up and down the sticky mother-of-pearl material that he had trapped three millimetres deep in her quivering coño.
Whenever he stroked a girl's pussy, or nibbled one of her tits, Mateo was grateful to his petite sister. It had been she who had initiated him as a man and then taught him how to tease her thoroughly without losing control of himself. With the techniques he had learned he could bring the coolest pot to a boil. He chuckled inwardly as Cumandá twitched jerkily with each glancing poke he delivered to her silk covered hot button.
Esteban's nostrils flared and his breaths shortened. Already his tightening nuts threatened to expel their stored supply. He squinted up through the darkness above the storeroom's rough overhead beams and cursed in his head, "¡NO! ¡Dios! ¡No esta vez!" Gripping Cumandá's gut fiercely, he fought without success his libidinal urge to purge.
Esteban's first eruption soiled Cumandá's panties' elastic waistband on its way to landing in the middle of her lower back. As the thick warm glob splattered on her spine, she torqued her torso violently left and right. His second and third salvos drizzled her jutting scapulae. Each jizz bead was a live ember that further sparked deep inside her and added still more heat to her building fire.
While his squirming sister's body twisted in his grasp, Alejandro's hands, perforce, slid off her tits and under her arms around to her shoulder blades. Smiling as his fingers recognized the greasy texture of the glomming ejaculate he discovered there, he broke his kiss and said softly, "Esteban's contribution to your education comes early, but let's not undervalue it." He brought the thick grey treasure to her mouth and painted it over her lipstick as he asked in a low voice, "Does it taste like mine? ¿Te le gusta?"
Wordlessly, but not in silence, Cumandá parted her lips and hungrily drew the dripping digits past her teeth. Soft on her neck, Alejandro's thumbpads, rose and fell as she greedily swallowed the gleaned spunk with her own saliva. Hard between his snowy shirttails, an obelisk rose and did not fall. He answered his own question, "¡Creo que sÃ!"
While Cumandá bobbed her head and swabbed her tongue on Alejandro's greasy fingers from their nails to their webs, her turmoil thundered unabated. Her tummy roiled; her chest burned; her pussy flooded. The piquant knuckles were delightful but inadequate. She sobbed her pleasure and her despair.
Alejandro spoke around his sister's heaving ribs, "Esteban! You shot your wad, but do not worry, there's more yet that you can do. Quickly, now! Get the scissors from the table and the unguent from the cabinet. Our pupil is eager for her first lesson." Then, to Mateo, he instructed, "Bring over a wine case so you may sit comfortably where I am standing."
Grateful for his friend's equable attitude, Esteban backed away from Cumandá's butt. As he departed, his still sensitive glans thrilled once more and a final volley from his twinging nuts spit onto her satin shelf. Despite his embarrassing prematurity, he was glad for the oily stains on her bragas and the glistening track on her spine. Proudly, he thought, "And it was my semillas that she enjoyed first!"
Meanwhile, Mateo quit petting his own erection, then reluctantly stopped stroking Cumandá's liquid labial trench and moved off behind Alejandro. From a shadowed stack, he removed a suitably sized crate, placed it directly in front of the tethered teen, then seated himself eye-level with her underpants' now transparently wet crotch. Craning his neck, he inhaled deeply her evidenced torment. She groaned miserably for her lost stimulation and futilely gyrated her hips as an unbearable internal itch drove her mad.
Mateo flattened his mouth in a flourishing kiss on Cumandá's thinly veiled fluttering quim. She lunged her pelvis for maximum contact and rued that her wrists were restrained. She wanted to clutch his head and swallow him whole. Appreciating her need, he gripped her legs firmly and held her as steady as he could.
Behind Cumandá, without haste, Alejandro had stepped free of his boxers and unbuttoned his shirtfront. Now, he leaned forward and draped her back while reaching around to once again squeeze her breasts to her bones. It was too much. She gasped as an incredibly wonderful anguished relief broke throughout her being.
Erotically and emotionally confounded, Cumandá choked, "¡OH! ¿Qu-quién...? ¿Qu-qué...?"
"No te preocupes, mijita," Alejandro breathed hoarsely into Cumandá's right ear. "It is I."
Just then, Esteban returned with his acquired items. Alejandro let go his quaking sister's tits and straightened up. Keeping the lotion for himself, he nodded at the impeding undies and instructed tersely, "Fix those. But, be careful!"
Esteban immediately pulled the loose silk away from Cumandá's twerking rear end and efficiently snipped his scissors until the tap pants tore completely free from her body. Tossing aside the shears, he lifted the destroyed redolent rag to his face and masked himself behind its erotic perfume. His retired carajo promptly revived. While he reveled, he sighed, "Ahhh, so strong!"
"Yes, exactly so," Alejandro agreed, as he liberally spread glycerin across Cumandá's now entirely exposed heart-shaped bottom and transferred the excess lube to his fully engorged erection. Spreading her glutes with his thumbs, he extended his long fingers outward and clawed into her ass as he nosed his knob onto her gleaming starry portal. She hitched forward reflexively, but only drove her creaming cunt all the harder onto Mateo's stabbing tongue. Involuntarily reacting again, she jerked away from him back toward her brother's prong.
Alejandro anticipated the whiplash and thrust his hips powerfully forward to meet Cumandá's returning anus. He grinned as he forcefully buried his bulb beyond her tight rim, then implacably held her so that no ingress was lost. Fixed on his stick, she wiggled autonomically. It amazed her how the alien growth filled her more deeply with her every movement.
Hunched forward between Cumandá's spread trembling knees, Mateo pressed his own advantage. Excited to discover the virginal membrane barring deeper exploration, he tentatively tested its resistance. Though his probe was nowhere near strong enough to rupture her shield, it nonetheless elicited a profound reaction. She came again, squirting and cried out to the room, "¡Ay Dios! ¡De nuevo! ¡Un orgasmo de nuevo!"
Esteban could not keep from matching the outburst with a hearty whoop. As he watched her animated ecstasy, he lowered Cumandá's ruined juice-infused panties from his nose to his recharged cock. The soft sticky satin ball felt like nothing else he had ever experienced. He closed his fist around his jacketed hard-on and dreamily squeezed himself while he imagined he was parked in the writhing teen's pussy.
Meanwhile, Alejandro had nothing to imagine. He rocked his knees and pulled his sister's hips. She ground her ass and lurched in her cross-ties. His balls slapped her bottom rhythmically as he pounded away in her rectum. He growled, "¡Adelante, mijita! Keep cumming for me and I will cum for you!"
Alejandro stroked six more times hard in Cumandá's virgin rectum while Mateo abandoned his efforts to puncture her hymen and instead latched onto her swollen clit. She shook as if she were a shack in an earthquake and whimpered nonsensically in her continuous crisis. On his seventh ramming thrust, Alejandro let himself go. His erupting nutsack pancaked and he held her rigidly impaled as he thrilled to the electric spurts exiting hot from his throbbing cock.
Esteban was the first to notice something was different. Cumandá hung slack and motionless by her wrist-cuffs. Her body was limper than cooked fideos and she no longer made any audible sounds. Quickly, he dropped his cock-rag and prodded the girl, seeking any response.