hi, could you write something about sam and sebastian hanging out with a shy naive reader who casually mentions that she's never even kissed anyone, let alone have sex before and they offer to help her out but instead take advantage of her until she's a crying, overstimulated mess? -đ¸ (if this emoji is claimed i can change it)
Dummy â (SDV) Sam + Sebastian
Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader / Sam
Genre: Smut 18+
WC: 12,688
Warnings: virgin reader, threesome, dubcon, victim blaming, manipulation, lots of kissing, saliva, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play/sucking, praise, overstimulation, creampie, just the tip, tongue sucking, cervix fucking
Synopsis: Him, a threat? No, never, you sweet thing⌠Heâs about to reassure you of just how docile he really is with sugary lies and faux platitudes. But your meek tone effectively shuts him up, and heâd be a fool not to watch you dig your hole even deeper.
âItâsâ Um, itâs not like itâs a big deal or anything⌠Right?â
A/N: I took way too long to complete this I'm so sorry... I hope it was worth the wait :D ! ty for the good idea <3
âWhat do you mean youâveâŚâ
âNeverâŚÂ Kissed  anyone before?â
Doubt drips their words, emphasis pushed onto the offending action of kissing â youâre lying, arenât you? Because to Sebastian, one of your dearest and closest friends , he canât imagine a pretty girl like you still yet keeping her kissing virginity for God sake, let alone any kind of virginity! Heâs always imagined you must have sneaked off with Alex one late saloon night, and heâs hypothesised with Sam before that maybe you had fooled around with Abigail during a sleepover, orâ well, something ⌠Anyone, really. And yet here you were, anxious fingers twiddling tight into sheets while you try to avoid their scepticism laced gaze. A staring contest ensues. Not one formally introduced, but one borne out of disbelief, and in your case: embarrassment. Where Sam begins the questioning, itâs only natural for Sebastian to follow; seeing as how in tune they are with each other. Two twisted peas in a pod, you really shouldnât have told them that.
Which is why the moment their eyes meet they instinctively understand what must follow your little revelation. Your best kept secret, surely held close to your shy little bunny heart out of fear of judgement, or worse, prey . Itâs only natural for them to be curious, right? Itâs a big scary world out there, you should be thankful that you only have to face two of them tonight, little prey.
Because thatâs what you are at the end of the day, or at least it is when youâre snuggled up securely under Sebastianâs bed sheets. Tugging on the fabric as if doing so would somehow hide your bashful expression from your best friends watchful eyes, but they know you better than that. Just like how they knew what actions youâd take before you took em during the long forgotten about Solarian Chronicles game earlier that night. Whether or not you choose to display your cute rosy cheeks to them was irrelevant; because they knew. They knew youâd regretted the decision to play a friendly round of truth or dare the minute you agreed, and they knew this was too good an opportunity to pass up on tonight. With both his parents out for the evening, and Maru attending an extended trip with the doc out of town⌠It was a no brainer for Sebastian to have his two best friends stay over for a few nights.
Which is to say⌠Sam was in on it the whole time, you know? Trapping you in the metaphorical dungeon that is Sebastianâs basement room, cornering you under the guise of some friendly  games late at nightâwhich you should know by now is a bad idea, but when he thinks about it, Sebastian decides your naivety is but one of your many charmsâhowever, neither one of them could have ever imagined youâd offer yourself up to them like this on a silver platter. He can tell Sam is just as surprised and eager about your spilled secret as he is given the soft glint in his friends eye, the way Samâs gaze matches his own half lidded nature as you bury deeper under the sheets in a pitiful attempt to escape some unforeseen instinctual threat.
Him, a threat? No, never , you sweet thing⌠Heâs about to reassure you of just how docile he really is with sugary lies and faux platitudes. But your meek tone effectively shuts him up, and heâd be a fool not to watch you dig your hole even deeper.
âItâsâ Um, itâs not like itâs a big deal or anything⌠Right?â
Oh, on the contrary, sweet girl. Unbeknownst to you, both Sam and Sebastian are intricately connected, thinking the exact same disgusting thought the moment you spilled your prized secret. If you havenât kissed anyone, thenâŚÂ You must be a virgin too, right ? Like, with sex . Cause, despite their previous late night discussions surrounding you, thereâs no way youâd have fucked by now given how bashful you are at admitting your untouched lips, and when Sebastian takes a quick glance Samâs way he recognised the awful smirk his friend is now wearing.
He unknowingly adopts it too.
Because in the midst of your sweet little sniffs and reddened cheeks, theyâve already came to an agreement. An unspoken one, communicated through flickers of vision and a previous shared longing to have you where you sit right now. Youâve got no idea just how long theyâve wanted you like this, scared and alone, easy to dominate in the dark of the basement. It sounds bad when he puts it like that, but really what he means is: unable to refuse. To confuse and mislead you right into their arms, if thatâs what it takes. Which is what itâs come to, seeing as after all this time youâre still a silly little virgin. Poor girl , theyâll fix you tonight.
Itâs Sebastian who speaks up first, knowing better than anyone that Sam has a far too easily excitable attitude to approach the tense situation with any tact. Which is what you need before the main event, surely. See, heâs not evil , just a little selfish. Heâll provide you with the comfort youâre obviously seeking, if it means he can get in your pants later tonight.
âNo, no,â He coos, standing from his computer chair to stalk over to his bed, gently dropping his weight on the edge of it to sit beside you, remaining cautious not to scare you off with anything other than absolute acceptance. Because deep down heâs thankful , and heâd like to show you just how much. âItâs not a big deal, promise .â A smile follows, meaning well to ease your apparent apprehensions, but heâs not so sure he can hide his deplorable excitement from you well enough, an ache in his cheeks present when he thinks about how hard this must be for you to admit. Which is silly, really, but he can understand why you must be so ashamed when in his company; even if only because he knows himself too well. To combat his worries, he places a friendly open palm where he thinks your hidden thigh must be, and heâs happy to have found it when you lower the bed sheets just a little , enough to give both men purchase into you. His eyes flit to Sam once more, a small narrow to them as a warning. Patience . Do not frighten the poor bunny, okay?
A few rubs up and down and youâre already opening up to them, so easy are you in your innocence. He continues the conversation when it naturally lulls, noticing that youâre clearly shivering with anxiety in the face of their acceptance, and heâs eager to keep whittling down your fight or flight response until you feel safe again; thatâs when they can pounce. And really, itâs your own fucking fault for getting yourself into this position, yeah? What girl in their right mind would think anything other than indulgence when her two best friendsâ who just so happen to be horny men âinvite her to a private sleepover? Dummy , you must be wanting this, right? Youâre just playing coy, arenât you? âIf anything, itâs kinda cute,â he squeezes at your thigh to reassure, inwardly laughing to himself when you continue to clam up, pretending to be shy when heâs got you all figured out.
Or, the alternative is fine with him too. Maybe you really arenât aware of your position tonight, left completely blind to the obvious trap orchestrated by himself and Sam. If that were true, then you deserve a sickening reality check anyway. See, either way he holds no guilt. Either you wanted this, or you deserve this. Which makes things easier for him, convincing himself that thereâs no harm in pushing if the result is the same.
âAinât that right, Sam?â
âSure is.â Sam grins back at him, wide and unassuming, a friendly face to coax you out of your self imposed shell. Itâs Samâs biggest strength, Sebastian thinks. His childhood friend has always resembled the sun in that way, all smiles and platitudes; exactly what you need tonight. âBeen savinâ yourself, orâŚ?â
Fuck , good question. Too wrapped up in his own selfish desires, it hadnât even occurred to Sebastian that you might be doing just that, awaiting some sort of faux right time before giving yourself away to someone special; but arenât they special enough for you? Both him and Sam, your bestest of friends, crowding around you so ardently in the relatively open basement room as Sam joins you on the bed, opposite Sebastian, arenât they your special friends? It couldnât hurt too much to give them just a taste, right? Just a little, itâs what theyâre owed for protecting you for so long. If not them, then who? A bubble of jealousy prompting him into squeezing your thigh once more, the possessiveness in it easily misconstrued as guarding. Would that he could remain in his indulgent dream of corrupting his sweet and innocent little friend, you snap him out of his dirty mind with a docile little head shake, the squeak of your voice drawing him back to reality as you deny them the right of depravity for now.
âN-No, no⌠Nothing like that⌠Itâs justâ Uh, I guess it just never happened? I uh⌠I dunno whyâŚâ
God, the shake in your voice goes right down to Sebastianâs cock, and he has to fight the urge to pet at it right in front of you like this. How downright pitiful you sound when elaborating, unsure and cautious, fearful of their judgement even if theyâd do no such thingâ No, because youâre being such a good girl for them already, you deserve approval in return for your honesty.
âSâall right, I was a late bloomer too, yâknow.â Sam snickers, easing what Sebastian assumes is the obvious sexual tension as if it were nothing, watching as Sam leans back against the bed wall as if his cock wasnât also twitching now that they were so close to you. Closer than ever before, so close that they can fucking smell the desperation coming off of ya. âThink Seb was too, werentâcha?â
It takes Sebastian a moment to register the words sent his way, far too busy wetting his lips to the thought of making you cry to pay attention to the conversation. Cause he could, yâknow? He could have made fun of you for still being an untouched virgin, bully you into submission until youâre begging for the sweet release of his fat cock, until you see no other choice than to accept his cruel treatment as forgiveness. But he refrains, his thumb instead smoothing over your blanket covered thighs as the sheets lower further still from your frame, a consistent reminder that his kind treatment is bearing fruit. âYeah,â he scratches at the back of his neck with his free hand, staring off into space only to distract himself from the cute pout of your lips, because if he looks for another fucking second heâs liable to jump you right there and then, biting at his own lips to calm his racing heart in the face of your devout innocence. God he wants to ruin you , corrupt your naive view of the world with his pervert cock and take advantage of your clueless attitude until all you know is him and Sam. Itâs what theyâre due.
Heâs lying, of course. Him and Sam had messed around when they were much younger, exploring their sexual appetites together as a regular occurrence ever since. Fuck, even Abi had joined in every now and then, so heâs surprised to see you so easily accept their lie as truth. Heâd assumed Abi had maybe told you about their shared experiences, maybe even invited you on occasions despite you never showing upâ but the dumb look you adopt tells him otherwise. Upon hearing Samâs initial misleading statement, he instinctively knew to lean into it. Butter you up or something, he doesnât really know. Itâs getting difficult for him to reason with himself when your tits are just begging for his lips around them, the barely there tank top youâd decided to wear tonight given his reminder that his room runs hot is just calling to him , leaving him struggling to think straight.
âSo uh⌠Donât even worry âbout it, okay?â He smiles again, cheeks burning from the constant reassurance heâs trying to offer you. Itâs the best he can come up with when all his mind can focus on is the swell of your tits and how bad he wants to taste them for the first time in your life.
âHave you done anything ?â Sam is quick to follow up, and Sebastian is happy to have the spotlight off of him for a moment, allowing him to eye up the space between your tits and your shirt, doing his best to remain undetected as he takes a peek down. Itâs a bad idea, he knows it is the moment he does it, eyes instinctively rolling to the back of his head with a hushed gasp escaping his open lips. Tight fucking body, fuck â your fault, remember?
Silence befalls the room and he holds his breath, afraid that if he doesnât then a moan will slip out from how eager he is to have youâ been waiting for this exact moment for as long as he can remember. Sam too, honestly; a shared crush that allowed them to work together, a disgusting alliance built purely on a need to claim you as their own. Their best friend. Their innocent little bunny who needs to be bred, yeah? And when he lifts his gaze from your tits to your face for a brief moment, all he can see is how hard you look down, staring the same spot he was with a blush adorning your cheeks. Cute . So fucking pretty that he wants to eat you right up. Quickly gazing at Sam yields the same result, a cocky smirk on his friends face before a fists raises to chew on.
Yeah , Sebastian thinks. Me too.
âUh⌠I, wellââ
They already have their answer, but itâs so fun making you get all shy like this; the payoff assumedly going to be even sweeter when they eventually coax you out of this timid behaviour. âItâs okay, you know you can always be honest with us, sweetheart.â Sam pouts, finger under your chin to tilt your face up at the sun, and Sebastian doesnât miss the audible gasp the bold move knocks out of you.
âNo. I havenât, um⌠YâknowâŚâ
Oh, this is  fun.
âHavenât what?â Sebastian grabs your attention now, repeating Samâs action but instead directing your vision to him , a soft angel smile on his lips to try and entice you further into him, to force you into saying those dreaded words that youâve surely spent a lifetime avoiding; but if only youâd admit them, then heâll reward you nicely. Been so good so far, donât give up on him now.
âHavenât⌠I havenât uh, had⌠Sex⌠Or, really much of anythingâŚâ You trail off into soft embarrassed laughter, barely audible over the thump of his own heart, or the sudden shuffle of sheets under Samâs weight. Heâd scold Sam if doing so didnât immediately give away his own position, and so instead he follows suit. If ya canât beat em, then join em. Inching closer towards you so that youâre sandwiched between their shoulders, the brush of his hand up and down your thigh surely able to be passed off as a friendly action only, right? And not the lewd action of temptation, a lure to reel you in.
âThatâs okay.â He says, more of a whisper than anything, which was an accident at best. Simply stunned by the gift youâve given them tonight, cock twitching in his pants to be buried inside of you alreadyâ show you what youâre missing out on, or maybe, to shamelessly show himself what he could have been fucking years ago. But the way his hushed words catch your attention urges him to continue the soft tone, if only because it distracts you from how horny he isâ and nothing has really even happened yet. Embarrassing, but understandable. Any man would surely agree; heâs stuck a gold mine with you tonight, and you know no better than if he were to play the role of the virgin with how hard heâs already gotten at your confessions. âIn fact⌠Iâd argue itâs pretty cute.â He repeats himself, unable to conjure up anything more worthwhile saying when heâs focusing so hard on not sticking his dick in you already.
âFor sure. Super cute, even.â Sam adds, though his voice is much more boisterous and causes you to shiver against Sebastian, which he happily accepts with an arm wrapped securely around your shoulder.
âMhm⌠But, arenât you at least curious ?â He asks nonchalantly, âAbout how it feels?â
He can feel you tremble some more, leaning further into him in apprehension. Your hearts probably racing by now, right? Two men leaning against you in a hidden basement up in the mountains. Regardless of the familiarity, even innocent lil you can recognise what that means, surely. Fuck , no one but them would hear you during the night, the thought alone causing his cock to leak some more in his underwear. The implication is right there , sweetheart; and yet he waits patiently for your virgin mind to play catch up to it.
âI mean, a little?â You answer honestly, questioning lilt at the end of your confession as if seeking their approval.
âItâs only natural, after all.â Sam interjects, hand lifted to play with the loose strands of your hair absentmindedly; except itâs not. Not really. In fact, itâs intentional , and Sebastian knows it to be so given the half-lidded nature of Samâs gaze on your lips. Which, of course, youâve got no way of witnessing. Your eyes glues to the pattern of Sebastianâs sheets, staring as if they were the most interesting thing in the room right now, instead of the correct answer being that of your admission of want . âWe could help, if you wanted.â
Sebastian knows that Sam is only suggesting because this would be a whole lot easier if they made you think that tonight was your idea , rather than a best laid plan of their own. âYeah, sânot fair that youâve been left out, right?â He adds on himself, quick and sharp, disallowing you room to think to better their chances of getting lucky tonight. Squeezing your shoulder softly to hopefully coax you out of your understandable anxiety and instead onto your back where you belong.
âAh, wait!â Your voice is louder than itâs been tonight, panic stricken in the face of their offer. Which Sebastian understands, but still he chews on his bottom lips before he gives into his need to pin you down. Shut you up . âItâsâ Wouldnât that be weird , right?â You laugh, and the sound would be sweet if not for the fact that it was standing in the way of both Sebastian and Sam getting what they so desperately wanted. âI meanâ weâre friends . Friends donâtââ
âWhat, kiss?â Sam scoffs, but his expression remains friendly. Needs to, really. Because despite the assumed shared frustration between them, Sebastian glares at him to keep on your good side. Of course they could take you without much issue, fight back against your retaliations by working together to get you naked, manoeuvring you into whatever position they so please simply because they want to . But, itâs easier this way, no? A little more upfront effort, but the end will be much sweeter. âI mean fuck , me and Seb do it all the time!â
Itâs not a lie, but seeing your expression turn to one of shock makes him think that you think itâs a lie, so Sebastian takes the opportunity to swiftly settle the score.
âSâtrue. Friends can kiss, promise itâs not weird.â
âReally?â You immediately interrogate, head tilted up to properly look at him, and God youâre so cute like this , disbelief lacing your tone even after his confirmation. Are you thinking about them kissing right now? Imagination running wild with what your two best friends must have been up to all this time together? Jealous that you werenât included?
âReally,â Sebastianâs hand leaves your shoulder to instead gently cup the back of your neck, rubbing up and down your nape in an effort to convince you of his words. âDo you wanna try?â he questions only as a formality. Heâd going to kiss you tonight whether you want to or not, but itâs nice to be nice sometimes, yâknow?
Thereâs a pause before you answer, considering your options as they creep closer together. Not enough that youâd notice given how full your empty lil mind is, but the nearer Sebastian gets to you, the more he notices. Your faint scent, how warm your body feels; must be from embarrassment, or perhaps excitement at the prospect of his lips on yours? Fuck , heâs certainly excited himself. Cock leaking beads for you as you make him wait, the hand he has on your neck ever so slightly pinching to get your attention back on him.
âWhat dâya say?â he questions when you look up at him, and he has half a mind to immediately lock lips with you to quell his trembling cock, twitching eagerly from how downright dumb you look with those pouty lips and furrowed brows. Too cute â far too cute to be as innocent as you claim, but the quiver in your voice tells him otherwise.
âUm⌠Only if thatâs okay⌠With both of you, I mean. But just a kiss, okay?â
Got you.
Stupid little mouse, rolling over to show your tummy so easily , even if you can clearly see his salivating open maw. Itâs like you want to get eaten alive, not that heâs opposed to the idea. A kiss is all itâs gonna take for them to swallow you whole. After all, youâre just a dumb little mouse . You wonât know any better. But he has experience. He knows how to look after you the way you deserve, in tandem with Sam.
Of which, his friend takes the giddy lead with an excitable âSo, who do you want to go first?â
A scolding rests on the tip of Sebastian's tongue, annoyance worming to his stomach in fear of Samâs nature working against their plans, but when you timidly tug on the sleeve of his hoodie and he sees for the very first time that night genuine worry  (or perhaps fear, theyâre cousins), he canât help but extend you a helping hand. And, if heâs honest, heâd really like to go first , acting the saviour to protect you from Samâs hungry teeth out of selfish desire.
Your bottom lip wobbles before him and he tuts down at you quietly, lovingly. Only Sam can understand the triumph in the click, forcing Sebastian to suppress a laugh at the scowl his friend now wears. He inhales deeply before letting you in on a little secret at your indecision.
âYouâre so pretty,â He pauses, waiting to see your bashful cheeks, all red hot thanks to his compliment. Good , you look so cute  when awaiting his words. âBut youâre so stupid .â
And oh the look you give him was worth the pause. Mouth open for him to instinctively stick his fingers into, your pretty eyes wide at his intrusion for him to admire. The first thing he notices is how your tongue is so soft , unexplored for him to take advantage of with his sweat soaked fingers. So stupid is right , why would you ever be so surprised at this turn of events? He can only imagine what itâd feel like to have your virgin tongue wrapped around his fat cock, struggling to take his face fucking while your throat closes up due to his rough treatment. Has his cock all hard and needy at just the thought, God he wants to , wants to shove his pervert cock right against your cheeks, smear dirty precum all over your lips like gloss, see how well you cry for himâ but a little whimper you gag around his fingers convinces him otherwise. Fuck â
âSorryââ He laughs, deep and genuine, removing his fingers from your open mouth only to hear you sputter for air. âDidnât mean to scare ya, promise. Itâs justâ Ah , you looked too cute, yâknow? Couldnât help myself.â He admits honestly, but the way in which he does so comes across as pandering , another attempt to allude to the fact that this was all your idea, remember? If only you werenât so pretty.
Alas, with his fingers removed and drying nicely in the cool air of his basement, he cups your cheeks without warning and moves closer, hovering his lips above your own. Teasing his taste, practically smirking against your lips when you openly gasp out for him at the sudden turn of events. A deep inhale later and he recognises familiarity. An insidious kind, burrowing deep to his heart as he looms. âReady?â he whispers against you, still tenderly touching your cheeks as he dives in before you have a chance to answer. Payback for when you stole his opportunity to talk earlier, he muses to himself. Immediately poking his tongue out, slipping into your wanting mouth just like how your body is asking him to doâ a groan escapes him and down your throat. The delicate touch on your cheek grows flat, before quickly moving to the back of your neck to grip . A tether to keep himself controlled as he drips saliva onto your tongue, mindful of the fact that youâve got no idea what youâre doing, but thatâs okay. Itâs hot enough just to steal your first kiss from you, you can get better with time. Because this wonât be the last time you taste him, even if you donât know it yet.
He presses closer against you, pulling away only to slowly push his lips back against yours. A soft smack filling his ears with how wet his tongue has gotten your lips to become. Itâs an instinct for his free hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer to himself as he makes out with you. So agonisingly slow that it even teases him, causing his gasps for air to become strained, his muscles to tense in their obsessive grip of your body. As if claiming mine , despite Sam watching the whole ordeal and waiting for his turn like a good dog. He feels you sink into him, reciprocating the kiss with a little more ease now that heâs taught you the proper motions, smiling to himself when you experiment by dragging your tongue against his own; and moaning with you when you let a whimper slip.
The desperate sigh that follows from your kiss bruised lips is almost just as sweet as your whines, prompting him into a wide grin. Saliva stains shining in the dim light of his room as your eyes catch on to where youâve just explored.
âYouâre good at least.â He half lies, rubbing his thumb against your waist to keep you preoccupied while Sam gets into position behind you. Sebastian admires the string of saliva keeping you attached to him in the meantime
It takes you a moment to collect your breath before reply, and he canât help but smile down at you with adoration at how cute you are when getting taken advantage of. So much so that you play right fucking into it, d ummy . âReally? I mean, are you sureââ
Before finishing your question, Sam has your chin tilted back for your body to follow, landing your back against his chest and ass between his legs. âCâmere, sâmy turn.â Is all Sam says before placing his lips on your own too, a greedy growl escaping him at the shared saliva between friends.
Sebastian tilts his head at the way your eyes widen, palm automatically coming into contact with his too hard cock to pet at while youâre being kissed. Itâs interesting, really, to see what you look like when enjoying yourself; when youâre being exploited for selfish gain. Youâre so pretty when prone, and if he hadnât just endured your inexperienced kissing then heâd for sure assume you were still lying about being a complete virgin, but the way you clumsily hold on to Samâs wrist for stability while he far too eagerly kisses you is cute if nothing else. Just like you, skin flushed and eyes squeezed tightly shut, the way you try to keep up with Samâs agility by way of arching your backâ a pretty fucking sight by the way, are you sure youâre actually a virgin? The whiplash you must be experiencing causes his cock to drool under his rough palm, circling the leaking tip to the sight of Samâs free hand clutching your hair, pushing your face against his own with fervour. âSee, told ya.â Sebastian praises you, heart fluttering in his chest when you attempt to respond, but Samâs tongue is too overpowering. Choking your words before they even have a chance to soundâ fuck , thatâs so hot. Your gasped mewls and furrowed brows; he can barely stand it. Wants to stick his dick in you already, clawing at the wet fabric of his tight jeans while Sam eats your face.
Maybe heâs a little jealous, especially when he catches a glimpse of your cute tummy laid bare for his eyes to feast on. An immediate suck of air and a roll of his eyes to the back of his skull, hips instinctively rolling against his perverted paw from the tiniest show of skin. God , heâsâ no, theyâve got it so bad for you and your stupid virgin mind canât even begin to comprehend it, can you? How the sight of Samâs hands travelling up and down your untouched tummy to eventually make groping actions at your chest sets his tummy aflame, equal parts envious and horny, a shiver of pleasure rolling down his spine when you sputter away from Samâs lips to anxiously ask: â Wait! Justâ arenât we just kissing, Iââ
Too slow , Sam had manoeuvred your face back to his own for more sloppy sounding kisses for Sebastian to jerk his cock to. Silly little girl , it was never just kissing . He remembers how you had asked for that to be the case, but; neither one of them had promised , did they?
While Sam is busy sucking your face, Sebastian decides to indulge a little more in himself. Heâd have liked to have taken things slower than his counterpart, but itâs difficult to blame Sam for his excitement when youâre quite literally in his lap; Sebastian knows heâd be unable to control himself if the roles were reversed too. Are you kidding? A pretty little virgin just begging for corruption, unsullied body receptive to their every touch. Thereâs so much he wants to do to you, yknow. So much he can do to you now that youâre distracted again, unintentionally slutty moans hummed down his friends throat.
First, he tugs his jeans off. Leaves his boxers on for now, itâs more fun that way, right? He crawls closer to you after throwing his clothing to the ground below, tapping on your knees to watch them easily fall apart for him. â Fuckââ he sighs, slotting himself between your legs. âSo easy , youâre trembling.â
Maybe the mention of such startles you, but Sam seems determined to keep sucking on your tongue, strings of saliva caught between his lips and yours, youâve got no room to do anything else but whine for more. And youâll get it, fuck youâll get it, theyâre determined now that theyâve had a taste . Moving his hands to either side of you and Sam, making sure to rest the tip of his cock against your still clothed hole, but fuck it already feels good, doesnât it? To just have it sit there, twitching and drooling all over your clothes as a reminder of what you do to him, of how easily domesticated you are from just one messy kiss. Heâd like to have heard your reaction, but thereâs pleasure enough to be had in feeling your hips reflexively shift against him, cunt so close, teasing his resolve without even knowing it. A natural born slut, youâre lucky it was your friends that discovered this side of you and not someone more sadistic⌠As if they werenât being mean enough themselves, biting on your lip and squeezing at the fat of your thighs.
Having you writhe under him prompts his hips to start moving, gentle rocks back and forth to contrast Samâs abrasive groping, though Sebastian isnât complaining when your shirt gets ruthlessly removed and your pretty tits are spilling out from your bra. Makes his head all fuzzy just looking at em, hands finding home on your waist to keep you pinned against his friend while he bucks his tip against your hidden hole. Even this feels too good, doesnât it? To have all the attention, two hard cocks pressing at both your holes. Bet Samâs leaking all over himself by now too, dripping onto your ass from how your sensitive body encourages them to continue. See , he thinks, you are asking for it .
âIsnât this more fun, huh?â He asks, a hint of knowing on his tongue. âYâsure look like itâs more fun, God â Look atâchuââ He mutters, only because heâs too focused on rocking his cock against your covered slit to have you making more of those pretty sounds youâre echoing into Samâs mouth, rather than keeping track of exactly what heâs saying. Spilling dirty words for you in abundance as Sam gives you a moments respite, just enough time to undress his lower half. âAre you sure youâre a virgin?â He taunts you from above, knows that youâre too breathless to reply with the drool coating your cheeks. Samâs always been a messy kisser.
Itâs as youâre catching your breath that Sebastian moves you into a different position, growing impatient with Sam when he struggles with his underwear, though thankfully your face is turned from Sam when his cock finally snaps against his tummy. A low thud almost catching your attention, if not for the way Sebastianâs body covers your view as he helps you lay down with your back on his bed. âCâmon, catch your breath, pretty.â He coos at you, all soft and loving despite his degenerate thoughts about how sweet you look when struggling. Practically eye fucking you as his face hovers above you, propping himself into half sitting up to watch the conflict of tonights situation flash across your face. Cute , he mumbles to himself, before his vision drops to your bra and he thinks hot .
While youâre busy trying to ground yourself, Sebastian takes to dancing his fingertips down your chest, ghosting over your tummy, until eventually reaching the band of your bottoms. He pings at them a few times, relishing in the wince you send him each time the fabric smacks against your soft skin. Until eventually, his fingers dig under your clothing to help leverage Sam into hauling them off. So badly does Sebastian want to take a peek, just a small glance down at your panties, selfish desire pooling in his cock as it twitches against your side. But heâs got time, he can take it slow; even if Sam refuses to do so himself.
âIâ Wait, please . I need a second beforeââ
âAhaâŚÂ Oops .â Sebastian mocks, pressing his fingers against your slit once he feels that Sam has dragged your underwear completely off. Only, he groans with his words too, pained at just how wet your little cunt has already gotten from some light foreplay. Just a little kissing and youâre soaked , you really must be a virgin, right? Oh you sweet thing , if youâre this wet already, then youâve got no hope of surviving until the end of the night. The thought of which only turns Sebastian on some more, prompting him into matching the rooms state of undress as he lets his cock free with a heavy sigh, incidentally smearing precum all over your bare hips while the pads of his fingers explore your virgin cunt. So fucking hot, holy shitâ
â Relax , baby,â Sebastian isnât sure if Sam had meant to sound so condescending, but he canât deny how hot it is to see one of his best friends so dangerously out of control when face to face with your cunt. He takes a look at Sam upon hearing how strained his voice is, and the look of sheer desperation painted on his face is enough to convince Seb to start toying with your clit. Little circles, barely there if heâs being honest, but of course itâs enough to get your untouched body reeling . Wiggling and croaking, the feeling of your hand grasping on for dear life onto his shirt only serving to rile him up further, makes him buck his cock against your waist a little more intentional. He canât stop himself even if he tried, snapping his vision back to you to watch you fall apart on his meagre touch.
If youâre this fun to toy with now, he can hardly wait till heâs got his cock in you. Fat beads of precum leaking all over you as Sam lowers to your cunt level, heart racing in his chest at the prospect of deflowering you in such a nasty way. You canât even decline their advances, not when Sebastian continues flicking your clit, dragging his fingers down your slit to dip into your heated hole. A gasp escapes him upon coming into contact with your wetness, slick coating his fingers with a gush as he angles his hand downwards; allowing Sam enough room to nose against your puffy clit.
âFu-uck ,â Sam whines, all broken and needy as he sniffs your slit. âOh my God ,â He continues, Sebastian taking the opportunity of distraction to start pumping your little hole with a single finger while Sam drools over your cunt with slurred words. Canât fight back when youâve lost your voice to moans, can you? âSmell so goodâ Wanna lick it so bad, fuck , wanna taste youââ
âGo on then.â Sebastian encourages Sam, spreading your cunt open for ease of access, and heâs surprised to hear just how breathless his voice sounds when heâs got you whining into his chest, blushing cheeks buried against his shirt like earlier with his sheets. Canât get enough of him, can you? Not that heâs doing any better, practically ready to bust just from curling a single finger inside of you, cursing quietly to himself when his flicks earn a full body shiver from you. Youâre already so fucking tight, just barely able to take his single finger insideâ the thought of having that tightness wrapped around his cock causes him to throw his head back.
And he knows Sam has started lapping at your cunt when you sob into him, soft and pretty cries crooned into bundled shirt. Fuuuuck , he needs you. Needs you so bad that his heart hurts  to hear more, arm taut and muscles tight as he focuses on offering you precise flicks of the finger inside of you; gotta stretch you out properly to take his cock, yeah? And oh youâll look so pretty when stuffed full, wonât you? He hopes you cry when heâs inside too, wrapping an arm under your back to secretly unclip your bra, taking a brief pause in fingering you only to throw it to the side. And when youâre fully exposed he keeps his arm under you, circling it back around to cradle you in his armsâ and to be able to grope at your tits a little. Heâs so mean , isnât he? Leveraging your surely confused and vulnerable state against you, selfishly kneading and pinching at your pretty tits. Ah , he takes a quick look at themâ or what he can see of them with your body twists to hide against him. Itâs a mistake, of fucking course it is , given just how hard his cock already isâ because the sight of them rising and falling harshly under his fingertips is almost too much to bare. Almost convinces him to shove Sam out of the way so that he can have you all to himself; that is until you arch towards him and he falls like moth to a lamp into your chest. Gently, mind you, lips latching on to your nipples with hunger . Dizzying desire clouding his judgement when he nips at them a little, growling delight against your tit as praise for taking his abuse so well. The unsure sounds you let out only spur him on to continue, cock tip slipping against your tummy with the amount of pre your coax out of him.
Slurps soon fill the air, mixing perfectly with the sweet squelch of his fingers diving in and out of your tight little cunt. Itâs about time he introduces another, right? Otherwise youâll be forced to take his cock unprepared, and though he intends to deflower you tonight, heâs not so mean as to make it hurt . Sneaking another finger in is easy with a loud suck of your nipples, he hopes to distract you from the stretch despite your telling whines. â Shh, sâokay. â He mumbles after popping off your tit for just a second, rubbing his nose against your head to grab your attention. âDoing so well⌠For a virgin, anyway.â He smiles when you meet his fond gaze.
Sam hums against your cunt and Sebastian matches the sound when he hears your gasp in return, keeping you attention with a nod towards Sam. âLook at âim.â He implores you, scissoring his fingers inside of you slowly , almost lazily so that you have more freedom to gawk at how eagerly Sam licks and sucks up and down your cunt. Hell , Sebastian can even feel his tongue run along his fingers at times too, assumedly trying to suck off all of your slick clean from your hole. Greedy , Sebastian thinks to himself. I want a taste too.
He moves with you, peering over to take a look at the mess between your legs, and involuntarily grinds his hips into you at the sight that greets him. How dirty he feels, fingers glistening with your slick, Samâs face obscured between your foldsâ but his saliva still stains your thighs. âShitââ he sighs, suddenly increasing the speed at which his fingers curl inside of you. An increasingly loud squish emanating from your hole with how slippery theyâve got you causes his head to hang low, more focused than ever to have you cum for the first time on his fingers; heâs selfish . Wants that taste of you too.
â Ahâ! No, waitââ you immediately fall backâ always with the wait with you, havenât they proven their worth to you yet? You should trust them to look after you by now, given that Samâs tongue sucks those pretty high pitched moans out of you, and Sebastianâs fingers fuck silent gasps to crawl up your throat. âFeelsâ No, ahâ! Feels weird!â
âDummy.â Sebastian lets out a dry snicker, doubling his efforts of making you cum now that he knows youâre close. Itâd be laughable knowing how clueless you really were; so much so that you donât even know whatâs happening to you right now, if not for the way he has to physically tense up his whole fucking body so as to not cum with you, excitement shivering down his spine at the prospect of granting you the pleasure of your first proper orgasm. See, isnât he so nice?  Sam too, the way he digs his nails into the fat of your thighs with an iron grip, keeping your cute cunt still for him to serviceâ because thatâs what theyâre doing right now. Theyâre servicing you , offering up themselves to you for your own benefit. Theyâre not taking advantage of anything: you might be a virgin, but youâve got the body of a slut, your approaching orgasm only serving as further proof of your promiscuity. âYouâre close, just give in baby.â He both encourages and clues you in, picking up the pace some more; a brutal speed unbefitting a virgin like you, but the look of sheer enjoyment on your face is inspiration enough to continue. â Câmon , give it to me, yeah?â his tone is leering , downright insidious  with lust, spilling from his lips just like second nature. Itâs what ruining filthy virgins like you does to him, apparently. âJusâ wanna make you feel good, jusâ helping a friend out, remember?â Lies . But youâd believe anything coming from his dishonest lips wouldnât you, especially when youâre on the cusp of something that feels so good , right? Both tongue and fingers coaxing your orgasm out, a few more seconds is all it takes for his eyes to narrow in on your angry expression, cunt quivering around his skilful fingers with plenty grip to leave him just itching to fuck you. And fuckâ the sounds you make . High strung and erotic, more so than heâs ever heard you before. Instantly, he registers your moans as addictive. Wanna hear that again, wanna make you sound like that some more, keep gasping our names all pretty like thatâ
But heâs kind, remember? He wouldnât be knuckle deep in your pretty little cunt if he wasnât at least sort of generous, crooking his fingers against your warm insides gently, massaging your walls sympathetically to help you properly ride out your very first orgasmâ how cute. How completely adorable it is to be finger fucking you through one of your first naughty experiences ever, and on his bed no less! A memory heâll keep with him for as long as he lives, if only to bully you about it later down the line. And of course, he canât forget about the help Sam has offered you, and he wants to make sure you donât too.
âLook so pretty when cumming, angel.â He coos at you, faux sweet tone hummed against the top of your head as he scissors inside of you two more times before pulling out, not missing the way you involuntarily whine at the loss of fullness. Dirty girl , youâre a quick learner if nothing else. A woman after his own heart. And by that he means; fucking needy . âSay thank you , remember.â
Despite you dazed state, still in the midst of what must be a mind blowing experience, you find the strength to look up at him with a dopey smile that tugs on his heartstrings. âThankâ S-Sam , stop!â
â Sorryââ Sam heaves, eventually pulling away from your creaming cunt with his tongue still lolled and a face full of shine. Sebastian thinks heâs pretty like that; almost as pretty as you are when you sigh before following orders. Good , he likes them submissive. And from your subservient attitude thus far tonight, he bets youâll be a good fuck tooâ in spite of your virgin status. Not for long now if he has anything to do with it. And given how soft and pliable you are in his arms right now, he thinks heâs got more than a fighting chance at claiming you for the very first time; so that no one else can. Well , besides Sammy, but thatâs a given.
Sebastian taps your thigh with his cum covered fingers to get your attention again, now that Sam has stopped diverting you with wolfish laps. âYou were saying?â He prompts you again, placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head while he idly grabs and tugs at your hip.
âUmâ Thank you⌠For, yâknow⌠All that.â You sheepishly sigh, which can only mean one thing.
Reality is settling, isnât it? The fact that you friends have just fucked you into submission, tore your first group orgasm out of you without a care in the world. Sebastian wonders about what you must be thinking right now. Do you regret it, or are you just shy? Given the slight tremble still present in your legs as Sam kisses down them, awaiting Sebastianâs instructions, he thinks you must have enjoyed yourself at least. Heâs experienced Samâs tongue enough times to know how deceptively adept he is at using it. But, in the off chance that you might be feeling the beginnings of repentance, Sebastianâs quick to act.
âThereâs no need to thank us yetââ He huffs, pulling away from your side only to manhandle you into a different position. Youâre still drunk off that high, arenât you? Itâs easy to tell since youâre so easy to move, without a single word heâs able to mould you into shape. âWeâre just getting started.â
And there it is. A flicker of recognition in your glassy eyes, the threat of welling tears as you suddenly understand that you had only asked for a kiss; a fairly simple act in and of itself, no? Innocent , even. And yet, despite your utter overstimulation thanks to Samâs dog like tendencies to lick and lick and lick until the sun comes up, the thought that they have more to show you is overwhelming, isnât it? Sure looks that way when you scrunch your nose up in confusion, eyes wide at the feeling of his hands ghosting your legs. Itâs the cutest look in the world Sebastian thinks, finally tugging at his neglected cock after heâs got you in the perfect missionary positionâ except your head hangs low over the edge of the bed.
In the spirit of getting rid of your firsts, why not go all the way, right? Itâs what Sebastian is thinking anyway as he drips globs of precum down onto your cunt. Accidentally, of course, but the picture is pretty all the same. Like a claim, mine .
The weight of whatâs about to come must be heavy on your chest, hypnotising Sebastian as he watches it rise and fall in anticipation. Nobody moves once in position, all awaiting some sort of right moment to get started againâ that is until you let out a little squeak. A pitiful sound, one that has his cock all twitchy and drooly.
âI donâtâ I thought we were just gonna kiss . I donât think Iâm ready forâ Ah! â
Heâs known to have some persuasive hands. Tickling up and down your trembling thighs, eyes trained on the bob of your throat when he inches just a little too close for comfort against your cunt. Thereâs no need to be shy now, youâve just covered his sheets in cum.
âCâmon, youâre a big girl, arenât you? Just the tip wont hurt. Promise we wonât go any further, right Sammy?â
Sam lags behind, catching Sebastianâs eye with a roll of his own, knuckles white where they grip at the edge of the bedâ either side of your head. He wonders how Sam must look to you, from your angle where you hang off to stare at him from below. Does he look just as ruined as he does to Sebastian right now? Or maybe all you can see is cock. Heavy and heady, dangling just out of reach from your lips. Do you want a taste? And then, he can only imagine how he himself must look. Red hot cock jerking all over your front, so close he can practically taste your cunt already, experimentally letting his thumb hover close enough to spread your lips apart andâ oh , what a pretty girl you are. All nice and wet, puffy little clit just begging for some more stimulation. He canât hope to hold himself back now, huffing short bursts of air as he teeters on the edge of just shoving it in already , exhaling sharply through his nose like some sort of dog.
âUh-huh.â Is all Sam offers, and Sebastian gets it. Really, he feels it on some sort of spiritual level. The cockiness to his friends tone, the curt nature of the response. Theyâre both at their limit, and theyâre both seedy little liars who want nothing more than to just fuck you silly. To ruin a pretty virgin like you.
A rather simply ask, no?
âWonât that⌠Yâknow, hurt or something?â You mumble, shying away further from their faux promise. Sebastian only wishes he could see your expression at the same time as your timid question, he bets you wear worry well.
Regardless, he lines his leaking tip up to your sopping cunt despite your vocalised worries, impatience thick in his selfish action when he tugs at his tip a few times, biting down on his bottom lip so as to not embarrass himself by moaning at the slightest touch. Because he wants to, not even inside of you yet and heâs already close to painting you white. You were responding so well to them earlier, all pretty moans and sighs, so give them what theyâre due. Itâs only fair, right?
But still, he shrugs. Even if you canât physically see it, heâs not fully present to provide an attentive answer to your understandable question anyway, easily sliding his tip between your folds slowly . Teasing himself more than anything, rutting himself to the edge just for fun. Because youâre under him, and he wants to. A quick gasp shared among friends at the slippery glide up and down reminds him of your position, jaw tight with barely there restraint as he hisses something, anything  through his teeth. Just to get the ball rolling again.
âThe tip? No, absolutely not.â How would he know? Heâs not the one about to take cock right now. But heâd say just about anything if it meant he got to bury himself deep inside your tight virgin little hole. Not that his answer actually matters with the way Samâs cock blocks your vision, jerking precum onto your chin just like how his cock hovers nears your holeâ youâll soon have no way your voice concern.
And the sooner that happens the easier  for him, looking up at Sam for all but a second before his nails dig into your thighs to pry them open even wider, spurred on by the look of desperation Sam adorns when feeling the heat of your breath brush against his profusely drooling tip. Sebastianâs heavy cock slips and slides between your folds on a whim, his breath hot and fraught with absolute need to steal your virginity away in the worst way possible. But youâre soft, arenât you? A shy little lamb, ripe for his brutal taking. He panders to you once more, preparing himself for what he assumes will be one of the best experiences of his life. Sullying his best friendâ is there anything better?
âJust the tip, okay? You can do that for me, canât you?â He sighs above you, both in love and frustration. You feel so fucking good already, he fucking hates it. âPromise it wonât go further, just the tip.â
âIâ Guys, Iâm not sure if Iâm ready for thisââ Oh, how cute you sound when so scared. Itâs okay, he believes in you.
But more than that, Sam is at his limit. A forced groan garbs Sebastianâs attention away from watching his cock almost disappear into your tight hole, finger fucked and stretched for him , but Sam begs for attention.
âCourse yâare. Why else would yâbe this fuckinâ wet, huh?â He seethes, and the urgency lacing his words just does something to Sebastianâs brain. Short circuits it, forces him to reconcile with the fact that heâs never heard Sam get this agitated during sex before. Itâs nice. Itâs hot seeing his best friend all worked up like this, watching in slow motion as Sam angles his pretty cock to your lips only to smear precum all over them, a wet gloss coating the lower half of your face due to how much Sam needs you. Canât you see? Canât you feel the way Sebastianâs cock begs against your cunt, how your hips wiggle and shift under him as if asking for that which youâre so scared of. Donât worry, heâll hold your hand through it. Sânot so bad when it happens, you might even enjoy yourselfâ though that part isnât necessary.
Thereâs ought else left to do but join in on the fun, something that takes Sebastian a second to consider as he appears hypnotised by the sight of your lips parting automatically, like your body knows what to do even if youâve never done it before yourself. A natural born slut , of course youâre going to enjoy yourself. Wet little cunt gushing around his cock before heâs even put it in; youâre pleading to be domesticated, arenât you? And fuck the sound you make when Sam slyly slips inside of your wanting mouth? All muffled and choked, matching perfectly with Samâs aggressively relaxed sigh into you.
Without a single thought else, he finally, fuck heâs been waiting so long for this moment,  pushes inside of you. Just like he promised, only the tip. But immediately he has to tear his hands away from your thighs and instead plant them at either side of your waist to even hold himself upright, sheer pleasure striking down his spine for him to shiver into you, and then before he has a chance to even adjust to your tight little virgin cunt, heâs already setting a far too unfair pace even for himself to keep up with. Forget just the tip , fuck, are you kidding him? Pure desperation, unadulterated pleasure present in every stroke of his cock inside, fists balled into his sheets below to search for any semblance of control leftâ but your cunt sucks it out of him, just as well as your hole already sucks him off; you should be thankful he went through the extra effort of prepping you, especially when youâve offered him your sweet seclusion tonight. And wow... You really must be a virgin from how immediately tight you are, he finds it difficult to fully rock into you until drawing his hips back a few times. He could have easily taken you as soon as you walked in, but fuck if he isnât happy that he took the time to open you up. Help finger your first orgasm out of you so that you squeeze around his cock that little bit harder from overstimulation now that heâs inside, causing him to moan into the guttural sputters Samâs face fucking pounds out of you.
Heâs sure that if your throat wasnât currently occupied with cock right now youâd be a whimpering mess for him, hips rolling into you with precision, a practised back and forth along your unkissed walls for him to ruin . Because thatâs what he wants to do with you, wants to corrupt you to the point of shame, destroy any hope of you enjoying anyone else in future because no one but him and Sam could ever hope to have you feeling the way you do right now. The perfect mixture of fear and pleasure, unsure of what to focus on moreâ his balls slapping against your ass to leave a soft plap! sound filling the air, or the taste of Samâs salty precum dripping down your throat.
Heâs thrown out of his indulgent thoughts only because of Samâs greedy gulps of air, the look of fervour should be illegal on him. âShouldnâtâ Ah, fuck , jusâ like thatââ Sam cuts himself off, almost falling into you from how hard he leans over, back bent to better fuck your throat with. âShould you be wearing aâ a condom, right?â he finally manages to force out in between humps and moans, but Sebastian doesnât miss the sick smile Sam wears with his otherwise serious words. The shared understanding going straight to Sebastianâs cock at how mean theyâre treating you right now, with no regard for your thoughts or feelings because you just feel that good . Even if he wanted to take you into consideration, every thrust inside of your tight little virgin cunt renders him useless, a mere babble of sighs and groans, emphasising his want for you with cruel humps and grabby hands at your waist. Tugging lightly at your skin for some kind of purchase, because his mind can scarcely keep up with every unfair squeeze your hole wraps around his length.
âAh, probablyââ Sebastian sighs, but thereâs no intention behind it. Lazily fucking his cock inside of your almost too tight cunt, the mere thought of pulling out to put on a condom causing his heart to race. His mind to repeat no, no, it feels too good to leave now!  âJusâ a few more seconds, thenâ Then I will. Promise .â He whispers those last words to you, but youâd never be able to tell by the way he stares at your cunt, eyes trained on where his cock disappears inside; itâs more like heâs talking about you rather than to you.
âShe feelsâ shit , feels so good, doesnât she?â Sam half laughs, half moans into the feeling of your throat tightening around him at his dirty words. Sebastian can feel it too, the way your hole wraps even snugger, as if you were asking for more.
And itâs not that Sebastian disagrees, but the tight squeeze fit inside honestly just leaves him a little breathless. Brows furrowed in pure concentration not to bust a load inside of you already. He knew you were gonna be tight, but fuck arenât you taking things a little too far? His hips stutter into you, all precision lost on him when you wriggle around under him, the sight of your hands clawing at Samâs hips driving him insane with lust pooling in his tummy. Dirty girl , youâre enjoying this, arenât you?
âSheâs a tight fuck, God , you gotta feel her, gotta fuck herââ Sebastian rambles, mind almost as much of a mess as his thighs currently are with your sticky slick and the gush of precum that dribbles down your ass to stain his sheets with every shove of his cock inside. Greedy , eager thrusts, fucking himself into a sweat that clumps his hair to his forehead, a few drops trickling down to hit your exposed tummy. Talking about you like you arenât really there, just a hole to be fucked, an object they have the pleasure of using. And itâs a pleasure indeed, especially when Sebastian rocks his hips so deep into you that his tip kisses your cervix, prompting him to apply more weight to your sides for better leverage. A sharper angle to fuck you in, rough moans crawling up his throat at the gargled sounds youâre forced to make in response to the ruthless throat fucking Sam has you enduring. You look so cute when pliable, tits bouncing for Sebastian to become mesmerised to. He wants em back in his mouth, but he canât slow his thrusts down enough to latch on.
But above, where Sam and Seb can look at each other, Sebastian notices how little distance is left between them. Both bent over your pretty body, taking what they want from you simply because they can. And in the heat of the moment, after a quick glance at each other, Sebastianâs tongue pokes out for just a second too long before Sam falls further forward, tongues meeting before lips eventually do too. Feeling his friends tongue glide against his own, and then eventually the weight of having his tongue sucked whilst being balls deep in your cunt has his cock throbbing hard, leaking more precum out against your walls to increase the already egregious wet slap of his thrusts. Itâs all a bit too much even for him, let alone poor little virgin you, taking it in both holes because youâre in no position to fight back. And that turns him on even more too, openly moaning loud and clear down Samâs throat while yours is getting fucked, swallowing every drip of saliva and needy groan Sam has to offer him while pinching at your sides for grounding. But itâs useless, isnât it? With the way your insides squirm around his cock, how tight and taut his balls grow with every slap against your ass, the feeling of one of your hands wrapping so firmly around his wrist, like youâre scared that if you let go youâll disappear, makes him sigh with adoration.
And he wants to reassure you that in spite of their rather inattentive and immoral actions tonight, theyâre thankful to be using you, but Sam has one hand on your throat to feel his length hump up and down it, and the other at the back of Sebastianâs neck, effectively pinning him in position to suck some tongue. Not that heâs complaining, but God , with the way you cunt is forced to stretch to his size, a greedy need to fuck you into the shape of him, to leave your body printed on his sheets for the days to come, selfish desire dribbling from his tip and onto your cervix with every rapid thrust insideâ barely able to catch his breath from Sam stealing it, humming between moans shared amongst friends because you feel so fucking good all tight like that, oh my God . Itâs too much, he feels so good bullying his cock inside of you again and again, feeling the throb from tip to balls, drooling and trembling over your exposed front thanks to how messy of a kisser Sam is when lost in the feeling of your tongue massaging his length.
And the realisation suddenly hits him as he feels the all too familiar twitch in his cock, tummy doing a little flip as he forcefully removes his lips from Sam to take a sharp intake of air. A gasp, downright dirty in how he chokes on it, followed by a high pitched little whine that he wasnât aware he could makeâ the things you do to him .
Heâs fucking you . One of his best friends, a filthy little virgin in spite of how expertly your body reacts to his grabs and pulls, his head thrown back in pleasure only to swing the other way to hang low as his thrusts grow sloppier. Less precise and more feeling , unable to keep a consistent rhythm when your body knows exactly how to squeeze him just the way he likes, the puddle of slick and pre collecting under you coaxing him to add to the pile. His heart aches with even more twisted want.
âYouâre so good to meââ he practically huffs, annoyance lacing his tone in spite of the otherwise kind compliment. Itâs justâ Fuck , he canât focus. So close to the edge due to all your previous teasing, the devious smirk Sam wears when listening to his feminine fucked tone only adding to his frustrations âBestâ God , youâre the best friend everââ he laughs, but itâs all breathless and barely there when suffering the snug fit of your cunt. Like you were made to take his cock; and soon to be Samâs. Held off just for them, didnât you pretty girl? With how good you have him feeling, itâs easy for Sebastian to convince himself of such facts. âJustâ Youâve jusâ gotta lay there and take it, okay? Thatâs allâ all youâve gotta do. â He winces into his words, doing his best to hold off on cumming for just a little longer, burying his bully cock into you just a little deeper. Because despite having the rest of the night to share with you, heâs selfish ; and he doesnât wanna stop. Not for anything, your cunt is so warm and nice, sucking off his heavy cock so sweetlyâ the thought of having to stop irks him instantly.
And he doesnât think youâll ever quite understand the joy turned lust at taking your virginity like this. How he feels just so special to be treating you like thisâ knows deep down in the pit of his stomach that Sam will too, especially when enjoying his sloppy seconds heâs about to give you like the nasty man he is. How he can feel your cunt struggle to fit his fat size, fucking your shape into the sheets below, Samâs hands rough around your throat to really  face fuck you nowâ he must be close. Sebastian canât blame him, teetering dangerously on the edge himself through sheer willpower alone, he wants to watch you get ruined just as much as he wants to ruin you. Their perfect little princess turned slut, a mess of fluids and dumb brains, he feels lucky to be able to see you like this; even if itâs only because he and Sam have worked together to coax you into the bunny trap they laid out with ill intentions. But can you blame them? Surely not, your cunt doing her best to milk him dry, accepting his full fat length like a good girl . He decides to reward her with lazy pets, inaccurate circles against your clit more as a distraction than anything of substance. A self serving action, playing with you more as a toy than as someone who would like touch; but he doesnât feel or hear you protesting, quite the opposite really.
Nails clawing on his arms, begging just as much as his cock does when it twitches inside of you. Itâs okay, he understands all to well what youâre probably feeling right now; or at least he thinks he does. He can only guess after all. But the way you desperately cling on for dear life, how your legs raise just a little , like youâre trying to get closer to him, or better yetâ help him hit that spot inside of you that you must intrinsically understand exists, tells him all he needs to know. Youâre close again, and by the looks of things, so is Sam.
Itâs your choice at the end of the day. Thatâs what heâs worked so hard for together with Sam to try and make you feel. If you wanna cum, you will. His thumb drawing sloppy circles against your clit while his cock stutters inside of you, quick snap thrusts to rub his tip across your cervix again. Heâs alarmingly close to cumming inside of you already, and heâs got no qualms about finishing before you have the chance. Though embarrassingly, Sam seems to have beat him on that front. A cough of your name, stuck in his friends throat with a final thrust down your ownâ surely leaving you suffocating from the amount of cum Sam tends to shoot. Which is hot, Sebastian quickly decides. Balls tightening up at the sound of Samâs loud whines, the sight of the little bit of cock you werenât able to swallow pulsing against your tongue doing things to him, God . Youâre so hot without even trying, even the little sniffles and wheezes you let out when Sam eventually pulls out of your throat are cute, allowing Sebastian full control of your body which he happily takes within his own two hands.
Now that he has you all to himself, he takes proper hold of your hips and fucks you down , matching his every upwards thrust to leave you squeaking like a fucking toy. So hot, so fucking hot, fuck â he feels dizzy . Particularly when you gasp out a quick feels good, Seb! And heâs got no choice but to hammer into you now. Acting the savage with how fast he fucks into youâ Sam has to hold your shoulder weight with how hard he thrusts, practically fucking you off the bed to leave the mattress squeaking just as much as you do.
â You cantââ he takes a big gulp of air, struggling to keep up with his speed. âCanât just fucking say that , youâre so fucking hotââ red hot embarrassment rises to his cheeks from how pathetic he sounds, all high and soft, like a bitch in heat. Which is humiliating mostly because heâs supposed to be making you sound like that. âLetting me hit it raw? Fuck , so hot, Iââ
He���s close. Thumb thrumming away at your clit out of instinct, begging to feel you cream his cock while he fucks you into the mattress below. And thankfully, it only takes a few more rubs for him to get what he wantsâ youâre such a good friend, arenât you? Treating him so well, giving him exactly what he wants when he wants it; such a good little fuck  for a virgin .
And while heâd love to praise you to the high heavens for cumming around his cock all sweetly like that, mouth hanging open in a silent sob, a quiet whisper of his name quickly following as your insides grip his cock so tight itâs almost too difficult for him to moveâ youâve left him dumb . Rendered stupid  inside of your no longer virgin cunt in awe at how fucking good it feels to make you cum. Addictive, almost. Because as soon as he starts spilling inside of you, he already wants to do it again. And again, and again, continuing his thrusting despite your sobs for him to stop out of overstimulationâ thatâs the best bit, donât you know? To soak your insides white while you cry all cutely for him, the little sniffles you send his way only prompting more cum to shoot, cock fucking it as deep as possible when his hips refuse to let up. And even when youâve fully milked him and he knows heâs running empty, he just canât stop. Gently rolling into you despite how heâs quickly softening, only fully stopping when he inevitably slips out and he can watch his seed ooze out of you like some sort of triumph.
When he does take the time to look at something other than your cunt, he catches sight of how messy you are. From head to toe, a blushing beauty mess thanks to their treatment. Itâs a good look, yâknow. Has his cock already wanting more, silently trembling against himself while he catches his breath enough to compliment you. âDone so well.â He smiles earnestly, and he means it. You should look like that more often.
âSeriously!â Sam beams, back to his ordinary sunshine self after gaining more time to calm down than you and Sebastian. âDunno about you, and no offence Sebâ But, best fuck of my life.â
Sebastian scoffs at his crass words, despite how true they might be. Which is why he feels thereâs no need to verbalise no offence taken , because itâs true. Youâre such a good fuck that he canât give you up, not after having a taste himself. And besides, you seemed to enjoy yourself too, didnât you? The stupid smile you wear as you come down from your first high, the gentle shake in your legs as you paw at Sebastian to gain his attention.
He tilts his head in your direction, away from the sweet smile Sam wears and down to your just as dulcet tone. âBestâ Um, sorry.â You giggle, hiccuping into your words in such a cute manner than he almost wants to choke you. Show you again and again exactly what you do to him, and by extension, Sam. So pretty without even trying, itâs annoying. He loves it. âBest kiss ever, I think.â You manage to get out, and Sebastian can only hang his head low in agreement, a twinge of guilt crawling up his throat.
âIn that caseâŚâ Sam distracts him, moving to the bed and crawling over beside Sebastian, lightly pushing him out of the way. Sebastian would complain if it were worth the while, but heâs got an idea as to what Sam is about to say already, so he automatically assumes the position at your head: just like where Sam was. âWhy stop now?â
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