*1 and 2 in my post history…*
She stretched and yawned, the afternoon sun peeking through her curtains. A sudden wash of shame flooded over her, remembering intimately what she had done early that morning. Her wrists were marked from the coarse rope they had strung her up with. She wondered how she would explain that. She shrugged it off, reaching between her legs. She teased her clit while her other hand slid under her t-shirt and began to play with her breasts. She could never remember being this desperate or horny before. Her back arched, biting her lip as she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t know if her parents were around. Fuck she missed the dorms. Her eyes closed as she sunk her finger past her lips. The memories of the night before flooded her. The feeling of being strung up, so vulnerable and exposed. She had only offered herself to the three of them, hadn’t she? The first orgasm washed over as she contemplated the idea that she had been raped in some way, never truly agreeing or consenting to take that whole group. The whole crew? Fuck, what had he meant by that? She remembered how it felt, the feeling of two men inside her. One man cupping and groping her breasts with rough, dirty hands as the other held her legs apart. She could distinctly remember the larger ones, the feeling of the head of his cock driving into her cervix with each thrust. A mix of pain and pleasure that only seemed to enhance each orgasm. How many times had she cum last night? It was just an ebb and flow, no real break. Her breasts, her nipples and clit so sensitive and so easy to push her over the edge with the slightest touch. She remembered the one who had held her tight by the hair, grunting in her ear as he sodomized her, the smell of cheap cigarettes on his breath. Another orgasm washed over her. Why was this so easy? She had never felt compelled to keep going before.