I won’t describe in detail what happened the rest of the night. Brittany used me until she was too exhausted to move. She unlocked the restraints and fell asleep next to me. While she slept I grabbed a few things that I knew I didn’t want to be without. Luckily my bag from the business trip was still by the door. I grabbed it on my way out and rented a room at a hotel across town. I didn’t talk to Brittany for a week afterwards. She called me everyday leaving apologetic voice mails and texts. When I did call her I explained that we could not be together after what she did and that I would be sending movers to gather the rest of my belongings. She begged me to stay with her, to help her. I told her I couldn’t. She begged me to not tell anyone. I told her I was so humiliated that I couldn’t tell anyone.
She told me that she would start packing my things for me and that if I wanted I could pick up boxes while she was at work so I didn’t have to see her or pay for movers. Over the next few months I picked up a few boxes at a time without seeing her. Only once did I see her coming home from work as I was leaving. It was only briefly and Brit didn’t seem to have the same anger and lust in her eyes as before.
Last Friday I went to pick up a few boxes during my lunch break. I thought she would be gone, but when I let myself in, she and a girlfriend of hers from college were sitting on the sofa together. I wasn’t surprised to see Carly there and I wasn’t surprised to see that they were a little disheveled and red.
“Hi, Carly, Britta. Sorry for interrupting.” I said pausing in the doorway.
“Hi, Mel.” they called back in unison.
“No problem, Mel. This isn’t the first time you’ve caught us.” Carly giggled. I knew Carly and Britta had hooked up a lot in college and when I was away on trips. It had been a few years since they had hooked up as far as I knew. They never told me when they would be seeing each other and I think they enjoyed having me walk in on them in the act. I never joined them because Carly wasn’t into guys.
“I’m here to pick up some things. I can come back later.” Any other time they would have stopped and had drinks with me while we chatted or they would have continued fooling around and left me to my evening routine. It was a little awkward for me now that Britta and I split up.
“Mel, don’t worry about it. I’ll help you if you need. We’re still friends right?” Carly asked.
Carly followed me into the bedroom where all of my things were neatly packed and labeled against the wall. I scanned the boxes to see what I wanted to take next. While I was looking, Carly stood beside me and put her hand on my back.
“I hope you’re ok. You two have been together a long time. I know this is hard for her.” she told me.
Britta walked into the room and before I could react they were both on me, pulling me to the ground. While I wrestled to get away I could see the bulge in Carly’s yoga pants and could feel the bulge in Britta’s shorts. They got the restraints on my wrists and legs and left me on the floor.
“I told Carly what happened with my clit when I took the supplements. After you left she had to see for herself and I had to have some relief. She started taking them too. I told her what I did to you one night after she and I had been talking. It was such a turn on for both of us that we have been planning this for a few days.” Britta informed me.
“I was raped before, Mel, so I know how humiliating it is. I’ve wanted to get revenge on men ever since. I guess this is my chance.”
Carly was pulling down her yoga pants while she talked. Britta was watching and had her hands in her shorts. I could smell Carly’s pussy as her pants came off and I could see her crotch was wet in anticipation. She had definitely been taking the supplements. Her clit was a hard, pink, sticky shaft that was at least 8 inches long and was so thick and full it looked painful. She stood over me, her pussy almost dripping. Britta pulled me to my knees and Carly moved closer.
“Open your mouth, baby. Take me in your mouth.” Carly suggested. Britta pulled my hair from behind me and reminded me that she knew how to get my mouth open if I didn’t comply. Carly moved closer. I could smell her musky, wet pussy. She ran her clit over my mouth like an over sized stick of lipstick. Britta pulled my hair again my head snapped back into her crotch. I opened my mouth and Carly pressed her enraged clit past my lips. Carly was driving into the back of my mouth and making the back of my head bounce against Britta’s hard tool. I was trying to keep the top of my throat closed so she couldn’t deep throat me and cut off my breath. I was pinned between their bodies with the smell of sweat and vagina suffocating me. They were kissing each other and holding my head in place for Carly’s pleasure. Carly knew I was trying to keep her out of my throat and was making slow sport of breaking through.
I started gagging when I finally couldn’t keep her out anymore. Britta told me I sounded like a good whore while I gagged and coughed. She quickly got out of her shorts and they traded places. Britta’s clit had gotten larger since the first time she raped me. It wasn’t as thick as Carly’s but it was at least 10 inches now. It was 10 inches that she was determined to force down my throat. I was pinned between their bodies again while they made out above me.
“I somehow love the sound of gagging now.” Carly said listening to my assault. “Make me gag like that, Brit.” she cooed. Carly got on her knees next to me and I was grateful when she pulled Britta’s tool from my mouth and took it into her own. Britta went back and forth between fucking Carly’s mouth and fucking mine.
“This is the best of both worlds. Fucking one bitch’s throat that loves to gag and one bitch’s throat that hates it.” she told us. She held my head hard against her and I could feel her muscles vibrate as she orgasmed with her clit in my throat.
When Britta finished, Carly knew it was her turn. She laid down on the edge of the bed and pulled my face down onto her. Brittany stood behind me with her weigh on my shoulders so I couldn’t resist. I knew at this point fighting was futile and I waited for Carly to finally cum. Britta took her weigh off of me and got on her knees behind me and started rubbing my ass.
I knew this was going to happen and I was dreading the whole time. Britta was going to fuck my ass raw and as much as I hated it, my body would betray me and I would cum. Britta spread my ass cheeks and I waited for her to spit and penetrate. Making matters more humiliating, I felt Britta’s warm mouth kissing my anus. She started licking and trying to penetrate me with her tongue. She started stroking my balls and flacid cock as she sucked my asshole and bit my ass cheeks. My cock started getting hard and she laughed hysterically.
“I knew you liked this, you whore.” she told me. Before I could think of protesting, she had forced herself brutally into my colon. I couldn’t groan from the shaft in my ass due to the choking shaft in my throat. Carly realized what was going on and was on her feet quickly.
“We have him spit roasted!” she squealed. The started pounding vigorously at the realization.
“Get behind me, Carly, baby.” Britta said. “Fuck me from behind while I fuck him from behind.” Every time Carly slammed her shaft into Britta, Britta’s shaft slammed into me. This didn’t go on too long. Carly said she wanted more head and moved back into position to fuck my face. I could taste Britta’s distinct flavor on top of Carly’s. I looked up to see she was watching herself brutalize me.
“Switch!” said Carly. I could tell by the look on her face what she meant, and so could Britta.
“Oh yeah. Switch.” Britta whispered.
I tried with new energy to get away but I was tied. Quickly, Carly shoved her thick rod in me and Britta was forcing my mouth open. She intruded roughly and I could taste a new taste on top of the taste of her pussy. I could taste my ass on her cock. They had renewed energy with the thought of what I was being put through now and they both slammed into me in unison until they were both cumming.
“Switch again.” Britta said. They moved more slowly this time, kissing as they moved positions.
“Put him on his back.” Britta said. “On the bed.” They pulled me onto the bed. I was laying on my restrained arms with my head hanging off the side. Carly moved into position and was soon pleasuring herself with my gag reflex.
“I need to bottom out in you while I still have the energy.” Britta growled at me, pulling my legs into the air. She pressed into me and bent my knees to my chest. She wasn’t fucking, she was just pressing. She found resistance deep in me where my colon turned and with audible joy she said.
“I’ve hit bottom.”
She pressed hard on me and forced harder and harder until my colon gave way to her erection. When she had me broken in she started taking longer strokes. The long strokes brought her almost completely out of my ass then unceremoniously back deep inside me. I could feel my prostate being crushed, beaten and abused. I couldn’t resist any longer and 2 days of pent up semen erupted out spraying Carly’s belly and my chin with a thick load. Britta came hard too. I could hear her orgasm splatter on the bed, my bed, just before she collapsed off of me.
Carly was fucking me harder and faster.
“Oh fuck! He just blew a huge load all over me from you fucking his ass!” she told Britta. She pulled her engorged clit out of me and started smearing it with the cum I shot onto her belly.
“Cum everywhere.” she said masturbating with my load. She scooped another handful onto her shaft and shoved it in my mouth. I exploded again from the taste of my load and her pussy. I also gagged from the thought of being force fed my own sperm. This gagging sent Carly into a seizure of orgasms and she fell forward onto me dragging her dong across my face before squirting in my nostrils and open mouth.
I hope you enjoyed Part 2. Please leave feedback and let me know if you want to read Part 3.