She sobbed freely now. Anna came up too, and wrapped her arms around her. “Don’t cry Chantelle. You’ll love it. I was scared at first, but everyone here showed me how to like it. And now I can’t get enough of sex!”
She turned towards the audience. “Okay everyone! She’s all yours!”
A cheer went up. Jeff pumped his fist in the air, spilling his beer. Clint slapped Raymond on the back. “Okay, tiger. Get in there and show her a good time.”
Raymond slapped him back. “Gladly.”
Raymond rose, and strode towards the coffee table. He went behind Chantelle and embraced her, burying his face in her neck. His beard tickled, and she could feel his hot breath gusting on her hyper-sensitive skin.
“So soft. I can’t believe I get to fuck you, Chantelle. I’ll get you ready for me.”
A hand ran down the front of her, ghosting over her huge tits. Without warning, he grabbed the neckline of the dress and pulled down in a sharp motion. There was another cheer when Chantelle’s bra-covered tits bounced into view.
Raymond smiled, his eyes dark with lust. “Have you ever shown anybody else these? I doubt it. But I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone here tonight will never forget the sight of your fat tits.”
“Amen to that!” said one of the men.
Chantelle screamed and tried to jerk away, but the rope kept her in place. Raymond made a disapproving noise. “Hold still, honey.”
She felt him reach for her bra clasp, and then her bra dropped to the coffee table. Her chest was fully exposed. The audience was entranced.
“You see those Ray? They’re perfect.” Warren said.
Chantelle’s nipples stiffened in the cold air. She felt all the men’s eyes on her breasts. They took them in. They were truly massive. They took in those round white globes that peaked in dusky brown nipples. They all thought to themselves that they couldn’t wait for Raymond to take his turn so they could feel those tits, slap them, cum all over them. Nobody besides Anna had seen them before, and that was only when they were changing. And now everybody was looking, and pumping their cocks to her big tits. She cried even harder, mascara running down her reddened face. Nobody seemed to care. Earl whistled.
“They’ve got to be DDs at least.”
“F cups.” chimed in Anna.
Raymond flicked a nipple, and without meaning too, Chantelle moaned. It trembled out of her, high and breathy. Did that just come out of her own mouth? She was dimly aware of how her panties dampened almost immediately. In the shower, she’d noticed how heated she got when she touched her nipple. This was like that, but magnified even more. It was humiliating to have how sensitive her tits were demonstrated to everyone.
Warren was satisfied. So she WAS sensitive. And she was giving into being treated as their new toy faster than expected, which was a delight.
The other nipple was flicked as well, then rubbed, which almost made Chantelle stop breathing momentarily. Every time the tips were brushed, she felt like electricity shot straight to her groin. Raymond kissed her neck and kept rubbing her tits, big hands letting the ample flesh pass through them as he lifted them and let them fall for the gaze of his friends. They bounced, heavy with their own weight, but still retaining the firmness that only a young woman like Chantelle could have.
Chantelle’s legs spread. She was in a state again where she didn’t quite know what was happening. Raymond’s tongue trailed wet marks on her pale neck, and his hands made her tits jiggle for the audience. She closed her eyes, wanting to think this was all a dream, a nice dream where she was feeling good. So good…
When Raymond took his hands off her, she moaned in disappointment. But when she opened her eyes, she wanted to sink into the ground yet again. All of the men had their cocks out, even her father. He was enjoying his daughter being man-handled by his friend, if the hardness of his cock was any indication.
“Check between her legs, Ray. I think she’s ready.” her dad said. His eyes, brown like hers, were half-lidded in lazy satisfaction. A bead of precum on the tip of his fat cock glistened in the living room lights. Chantelle felt like her heart was stabbed in betrayal.
“These virgins, always so sensitive. You could breathe on them and they’d get wet for you.” remarked Marvin.
Raymond complied without a word, too focused on his new toy’s body to reply. His arm snaked around the front of Chantelle, and he pulled aside her thong and ran his fingers down her pussy. When he withdrew them, his digits were slick with Chantelle’s wetness.
“Oh, Chantelle. Look how wet you are! Give her a taste, daddy.” Anna giggled. She was sitting on Marvin’s lap, small breasts pressed in his face. His dick rubbed against her panty-covered crotch. Marvin reached around and pulled Anna’s thong to the side, exposing her sweet, pink pussy.
“You’re flatter than what I’d usually go for, but holes are all the same.” Marvin said to her. When two of his fingers entered Anna’s snatch, stretching the sloppy, wet hole, Raymond’s fingers breached Chantelle’s mouth.
Chantelle squealed in surprise at the taste of herself. It was salty and slick, and it coated Raymond’s fingers.
“Come on, suck.” he whispered in her ear.
She tried to shake her head no, but he didn’t let her. He shoved them deeper in her mouth, overpowering the warm cavity. Chantelle gagged when his fingertips brushed the back of her throat. She could really taste herself now, how wet getting her tits groped made her. She was so ashamed. She wished everyone would stop looking at her.
“Ah, Marvin!” Anna squealed. He’d pulled his fingers out of her cunt and had replaced them with his cock. His was shorter than Vernon’s, but fatter. Anna’s pussy looked like it’d break when the head pushed its way into her hole, but it didn’t, stretching wider to accommodate a cock, just like how her daddy and his friends had trained it over the course of months. Marvin spread her small asscheeks so everyone could see the violation of Anna’s cunt. She was spread wide, twitching around the girthy shaft.
“Look at me, Chantelle! Look at me!” she cried out, giggling madly. She smacked her hips down on Marvin’s lap, taking him to the base. Her juices squeezed out of her pussy and dribbled down Marvin’s balls. “I’m such a slut! Everyone please fuck me!”
Raymond huffed in disapproval. “Anna, this isn’t about you. We’re here to watch Chantelle’s big night. Shut her up, Marvin.”
Marvin grinned and pushed Anna off his lap. She fell off the couch and landed on the floor on her back. She looked confused. “Why… please. Please use me, everyone.”
“You talk too much for a used up fucktoy.” Marvin said, standing up.
She wasn’t talking for long. Marvin clambered down over the top of her and squatted over her mouth. He dipped his balls between Anna’s lips, ceasing her begging. She sucked on them happily. Her pussy clenched around nothing, still dribbling her arousal.
“Ray. Untie Chantelle.” Warren commanded. “If she tries to run, use her ass without lube.”
Chantelle quaked with fear, but it was a relief when Raymond untied her wrists. Her arms fell to her sides, and she closed her eyes, trying to drown out Marvin’s panting as he used Anna’s mouth.