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soooo many times. All over his cock. I came 3-4 times before his friend started talking to me, and then probably 2 more times after that. When I felt his pace strengthen, I begged him to cum on my instead of in me...they laughed. He stopped immediately and pulled out. I frantically began begging. Within minutes I went from meekly asking him to not come inside me, to literally begging to be pumped full of cum. And when he did, I felt so much cum flood me. I never cared for that but this time, it didn't matter. He got off me, and was replaced by his friend. Not as big, but possibly the thickest cock I've ever seen, or taken. And powerful. He manhandled my tits, my ass, my thighs. He left bruises, and I absolutely LOVED it. I loved everything about him. His fat cock inside me. And I told him??? To my horror I told him how i loved his fat cock. His big huge swollen balls. I felt them slap against me. So. Fucking. Hot. Honestly, my body reacted to his more intensely. My pussy craved this man. I came all over his cock. All night long. Even worse, when poor John (the canceled date) called, and they told me to tell him what they were doing to me...I followed instructions. He never called me again. It was fine. I was cock crazed anyway. I dont know how many times they fucked me. I know by the nights end I was completely wore out. I walked in thinking we would have sex and I would go. In reality I would violate all my promises. No condoms. Anal. I gave myself over completely. They abused every part of me. They took turns calling friends and letting them listen. I protested once, but when I did, they threatened to stop. And I didn't want that. I mean, if I'm totally honest, I wondered and hoped that others would come. I came countless times. And that became my life for about 2 months. I never thought twice. Even when they brought another friend. Every Friday. They never called me by name. Just the slut. I was never forced. I did it willingly. And I desperately loved their cocks. They moved on eventually. And I did cry. Weekly went to every other week. Then monthly. Occasionally midday. I was a 4.0 perfect college student, active in the community, on a path to grad school. But more than anything, I was their toy. And I was more excited by that thought. I know it sounds absurd. Some of you will judge me. I don't care. As they say, it was the best of times it.was the worst of times. But what I would do to feel those huge heavy balls slap against me once more.

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