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That weekend with Paul and Jeff had started off so well; what on earth had gotten into Jeff? The problem wasn’t just that he’d handled me roughly, but the way he’d done it. He had simply used me—pressing my face into the pillow, ignoring me as a person, and treating me merely as a silent receptacle for his semen. If there had been a bit of playful teasing, I might have even found it incredibly hot. But the way it actually went down... basically, he had just used me—almost raped me. Or was I overreacting?

In any case, Hanna hadn’t let up over the past two weeks after failing to run into me at the club. She kept calling, asking if I was okay and if I’d keep my promise to attend her birthday party at the country house. I wasn’t sure I was even in the mood to party, but I’d given my word, and somehow I missed her personality. Perhaps, as a more experienced woman with a sexually open-minded attitude, she was exactly the right person to talk to about my past and everything that had happened. Well, who knew what this weekend would bring? I’d already agreed to go, after all. Still, my thoughts were driving me crazy, and I could barely sleep the night before Friday.

So, I headed out to Hanna’s country house on Friday afternoon. I’d already taken my school things for Friday with me earlier in the week, leaving enough space in my backpack for clothes—including spares, since something always goes wrong at a party. Dressed like a “grey mouse” at school—as usual—I headed to the restroom after class to change. I ditched the baggy outfit and sneakers, slipping into tights, a knee-length dress, and high heels; luckily, the bus stop wasn’t far from the school.

I boarded the bus, paid my fare, and found a seat for the hour-and-a-half journey. I ended up falling asleep for a good hour, though, so I didn’t get to enjoy the scenery at all. I woke up when a young woman sat down next to me—someone who really caught my attention. She was wearing nothing but a sports bra and tight athletic shorts, and she kept touching her chest, where her nipples were visibly hard. She seemed a bit embarrassed that I’d noticed. As I got off the bus, I just grinned at her, and she looked away, appearing somewhat ashamed.

After getting off, it took a little while for Stefan to arrive in his car to drive me the final ten minutes to the house, just as we had agreed.

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I had such an intense urge to come that I grew increasingly vocal, which seemed to turn Paul on as well. He stood beside the bed, just watching his cousin play with me; he slowly stroked his cock while observing my desperation. Then the moment arrived: just as Paul picked up the pace of his stroking, Jeff became more active too.

He had a keen sense of how close I was; at that exact moment, he slid two fingers into my pussy while thrusting another into my ass. I cried out loud as my body was finally allowed to experience the orgasm. But in the process, I completely forgot about Paul, who shot his load straight into my mouth. He hit my uvula dead-on; I gagged and forced his entire load out of my mouth so that it ran all over my face. Meanwhile, Jeff kept playing with his fingers inside me, riding out the tail end of my orgasm. “You’re such a hot cum queen; I could cover your body in cum all day long,” Paul said before he started feeding me his semen again, wiping it into my mouth. Afterward, Paul left the room, while Jeff had something completely different in mind for me.

He rolled me onto my stomach and spread my legs; his hard cock touched my buttocks. I wanted to move a little and have him fuck my pussy, but at my first attempt to move, he pressed my face into the pillow and drove his cock deep into my ass. He didn’t hesitate at all, unleashing the lust that had built up while he was licking me. The more I tried to do anything to catch my breath or struggled against his body, the wilder he became. It felt like an eternity—not a pleasant eternity, but one filled with thoughts I had believed I’d already come to terms with.

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When he was finally finished and his cock slid out, his semen oozed from my asshole and spread between my buttocks. I felt awful—simply used and discarded—because he just walked out of the room right after. I didn’t know what to do and wept quietly to myself.

After a few minutes, I pulled myself together, got dressed in a flash, and ran out of Paul’s apartment. Once home, I think I showered for an hour. It was Saturday evening, yet my family didn’t see me again until dinner on Sunday.

Jeff held me in position while Paul slid his entire cock inside me, and then he, too, thrust into my juicy pussy. “Oahhhh,” I squealed; Paul pulled back slightly, only to thrust deep again moments later. “Aghhh”—I bit into Jeff’s shoulder, and he immediately felt the reaction his next thrust triggered in me.

The two of them picked up speed and intensity, and I felt myself sliding toward my climax. Another thrust, and another, and another—and finally, I screamed out in ecstasy. It was so intense, so incredible; I arched my back, but Jeff held me fast, and the two of them just kept fucking me like madmen.

And suddenly, it hit me: just a few minutes ago, I’d been the sassy young girl who thought she had two guys under her control—believing I was the queen of their cocks and free to indulge my every desire. But in reality, I had lost that control and had become a fuck-toy for these horny studs who were using me. And it felt amazing to be taken by them like that. I have no idea how long they kept fucking me after my orgasm before Paul suddenly stopped and rolled me off Jeff’s chest; I lay there on my back, exhausted and still in a state of ecstasy. He positioned himself over my face and jerked off, spraying his load of sperm onto my face. Jeff positioned himself to the side, and his load followed.

Almost instinctively, I was already licking my lips. “A real cum angel,” Jeff said, and Paul simply replied, “She loves it.” The two guys lay down on either side of me and used their fingers to push the sperm toward my mouth; all I had to do was lick their fingers and my lips. “See how crazy she is for the stuff?” Paul said. Jeff left for... ...the room for a short while.

“So, is this how you imagined your weekend?” Paul asked with a grin. “You two are crazy, aren’t you?” I replied. Paul laughed, ran a finger between my legs, and then licked it clean. “I’m certainly crazy about *that*.” He was already moving to position himself between my legs; I assumed he wanted to go down on me. “No, Paul, not yet. I need a little more time.” He laughed again. “Take your time,” he said before leaving the room as well.

I lay there, exhausted, with traces of their semen smeared across my face and in my hair. I closed my eyes and tried to piece together what had just happened—how I had suddenly lost control and become their sex toy. My thoughts swirled, and I drifted off to sleep.

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When I woke up, a wave of desire shot through me; someone’s tongue was playing with my clitoris, and two fingers were deep inside my pussy. There I was again—the toy with only one thing on her mind: getting fucked, getting fucked hard. I reached down and pressed his head firmly against my clitoris. “Good morning, Jeff. Don’t stop.” His tongue work was far more experienced than Paul’s, and it didn’t take long for him to bring me to the brink of climax. Then he got mean; he slowed down, toying with my ecstasy just moments before orgasm. It was hot—electric and incredibly arousing—but so cruel of him not to just let me come.

I kept riding him, savoring every spurt inside me. “That’s what you wanted from the very first moment you saw me—to cum deep inside me, isn’t it?” I whispered in his ear. He just grinned and rolled me onto my back to kiss me wildly—down my neck—before gently biting my hard nipples. A soft “Ouch” escaped my lips. “Right, and I’m supposed to stay quiet during something like that?” I giggled. He enjoyed teasing my body a little longer. I could have gone for another round, but Paul was a bit tired after work; he fell asleep right there on my bosom.

I was woken up by activity in the kitchen—Jeff was apparently cooking something—and I needed to pee. So, what was I to do? Keep the guy I’d just fucked there with me and hope Jeff wouldn’t say anything? Walk openly through the apartment naked? Or just do what my body was telling me to do—because right after waking up, it wanted both of them. In truth, I had nothing to lose.

So I got up and carefully left the room without throwing anything on. “Good morning, Jeff. Sleep well?” I winked at him. “You’re such a loud little slut,” he replied. “Only for you. And forget the cooking; I need you for something in a minute,” I said as I left the kitchen, heading for the bathroom. When I got back, I went straight to Jeff and pulled down his boxers. I could see his blood heating up immediately, and his cock grew harder. “Exactly what I want right now.” I grabbed his shaft and pulled him closer as I backed away. My body clearly turned him on; he was rock-hard. “And now for the dare.” I quietly opened the door to Paul’s room and kept pulling him along. Reaching the edge of the bed, I turned around, spread my legs, and lowered myself onto the mattress on all fours. I smiled back over my shoulder and nudged my pussy against the tip of his cock. “Are you a coward or a bull?”

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I crawled a bit further onto the bed on all fours—leaving enough room for him to get behind me while staying close to Paul’s cock. Jeff hesitated for a moment before actually kneeling on the mattress behind me. But he soon found his confidence and thrust into me from behind like a wild stallion. I bit my lower lip, enjoying a few of Jeff’s thrusts before slipping my head under the covers. Jeff thrust harder and harder, and the sight of Paul’s cock right in front of me was driving me wild. I sucked it into my mouth like a vacuum cleaner, following the rhythm Jeff set—not fast yet, but deep and firm. Paul got hard and reached under the covers to grab the back of my head; he was fully aroused now and let me gag a little on his cock.

“She’s so perfect at this,” I suddenly heard Jeff say. “Born for hot weekends,” Paul replied, while Jeff gripped my hips tighter and began penetrating me fast and deep. I was gagging on Paul’s cock when he suddenly stood up, giving me a moment to catch my breath—at least during the seconds I wasn’t screaming with lust. Jeff slid out of me, but just moments later, it was Paul who was hitting my cervix and making me moan. Jeff moved to the front and adjusted my upper body to give Paul’s cock a different angle, and then he started sucking on my nipples. “You two... you...” I managed to gasp out between moans. But the two of them obviously weren’t finished with me yet.

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In the dim light spilling from his room, I could only see his silhouette, but that was enough for me. He hadn’t expected me to be in the apartment either, and he was standing there naked. Tall and muscular like Paul—only the cock dangling between his legs was even bigger. And there I was—a petite girl—lying naked on the floor in front of him. In my state of arousal, I hadn’t given the towel or Jeff a second thought; I’d just wanted to get to the room as fast as possible to take care of myself, and now, suddenly, there was a cock right in front of me.

It all happened so fast, and Jeff simply flipped on the light. “Oh... ah... sorry,” Jeff said, visibly surprised, before the light went out again. But it was enough time for me to get my bearings. I quickly sat up, leaned forward slightly, and was exactly where I wanted to be. I guided the tip of his cock into position and sucked it into my mouth. Jeff let out a sweet moan as I started blowing him; I positioned myself on all fours in front of him, and he grew hard as a rock. He grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as he took control, using my mouth slowly—like a fuck-hole.

He thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth, careful but persistent; he was already so deep that I started to gag. “Good girl... very good,” I heard Jeff say between moans. I reached up, took his hand off my head, and pulled my throat away from his cock. “Now be a good stud and fuck me.” He pulled me by the hand into his room and threw me onto the bed. I spread my legs, and he settled between them to kiss me; his cock was resting against my belly, and only then did I realize just how big it really was. “Thrust into me,” I whispered in his ear. “I need something hard inside me.”

He slid a little lower and thrust inside. “Ahhhhh!” I cried out; it was too sudden and went too deep. My nails dug into his back. “Yes.” I wrapped my legs around his hips. “Keep going. Just keep going like that.” He began thrusting hard, exactly the way I needed. I could tell he was reaching his climax and was about to pull out, but I wanted to feel it—really feel it. My legs held him tighter, and my hips began to move actively. And then it happened: his semen shot inside me, and it felt like I could sense every single jet hitting my pussy. It was so good—such an incredible feeling. As for Jeff and his “jet lag”? All he’d really needed was a tight pussy to fuck.

I pulled him down toward me. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.” I gave him a kiss, slid out from under him, and left the room. After washing up, I went into Paul’s room and fell asleep, fully satisfied.

I was woken by kisses on my back; it was just starting to get light outside. I stretched and rolled over; the kisses followed my movement, traveling from my ribs to my breasts. Paul immediately took my nipples into his mouth, instantly awakening my pussy as well. I rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, feeling his hard cock right between my legs. “My horny security guard is home,” I said, rubbing my pussy against his shaft. “And he wants his reward for saving you,” Paul replied. I sat up a bit and reached down—guiding him just enough to get the right angle—before dropping down in one swift motion, letting his cock thrust deep into my slit. Just like the first time earlier, a loud “Ahhhhh” escaped me; having his cock buried that deep unleashed an incredible wave of lust. I rode him up and down, moaning all the while. Paul grew visibly restless because I was being so loud and held a finger to his lips. I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I don’t give a shit. I want to fuck right now,” then started riding him more wildly, continuing to moan.

I grew wilder and louder; the thought that I’d been getting fucked on the other side of that wall just a short while ago turned me on even more. I kept picturing Jeff lying in bed, getting hard—he was probably jerking off right then. I wondered what it would be like to have both cocks at my disposal.

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Finally—finally—I knew his name. “Good luck,” she whispered. I thanked her and gave her a kiss on the lips. She looked at me as if she wanted to pin me down right there on the table and have her way with me in front of everyone.

I was a little nervous and didn’t go over to Paul right away. I needed something to steady my nerves—two vodkas did the trick—and then I made my way over to strike up a conversation. He was very reserved, almost distant; only later did I realize that he maintained a certain distance from the bar’s guests while working, even if he got along famously with them in private. But on duty, everyone was the same. Still, a storm was brewing inside me—oh no, the vodka was battling the wine.

Mid-sentence, I had to rush to the restroom to throw up. I felt wretched and was shaking all over—by the time I was done, I was completely drained. I freshened up a bit, but the evening was ruined, of course. When I came out of the restroom, Paul was making his rounds in the club; he pulled me aside for a moment. “What’s wrong? You look wiped out.” “Vodka and wine. A bit too much.” He reached into his trouser pocket—”I can’t send you home like this”—and handed me his apartment key. “But keep it quiet; my cousin Jeff flew in just this afternoon and needs to rest because of the jet lag.”

So I left. I was curt when saying goodbye because I felt truly awful. The short walk to Paul’s apartment brought no relief, despite the fresh air. I went straight to his room, undressed, let myself fall onto the bed, and drifted off to sleep.

Some time later, I woke up drenched in sweat. I felt gross. Since I’d known where everything for showering was located since the previous week, I grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom without a second thought. I enjoyed the water running over me while thoughts of what Hanna had done to me raced through my mind. I slowly ran my finger over my breasts, and my nipples instantly hardened. That girl was doing something to me—to my thoughts, to my desire.

Just a little bit in the shower—Paul would be home soon, after all—so my hands slid lower. Just a brief moment touching my clitoris. I caught myself letting out a small moan. A little firmer and longer—I bit my lower lip. In my ecstasy, I could practically smell Hanna. It was too much; I didn’t want to stand anymore—I wanted to let go and enjoy my orgasm. So, out of the shower, dry off, and quickly dash back to Paul’s room.

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Apparently, I still looked pretty dazed, because shortly after I returned, Stefan sat down next to me. “Has Hanna asked you yet?” I didn’t know what he was talking about—and no, there hadn’t been a question involved in what she’d just done, nor did I want to tell him about it. “No. What’s it about?” He just waved it off: “Don’t worry, she will,” and went back to dancing.

The evening was getting more and more confusing. I needed to clear my head, so I hit the dance floor. I danced for a while and noticed it again: eyes were fixed on me from every corner of the club, and guys were trying to dance close to me, acting all casual about it. Suddenly, I felt hands on my hips from behind. I recognized the perfume—it was Hanna, pressing herself against me. First her hips against my backside, then I felt her breasts against my back; her hands slid from my hip bones toward my stomach as her mouth moved to my ear. “I’ve got what you wanted. But you have to promise me something in return.” Her hands slid up my stomach, and suddenly she was nibbling on my earlobe. As her hands grazed my breasts, she breathed, “Mmm... hard nipples.”

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This woman seemed to know everything about me—but above all, she knew exactly how to turn me on. I couldn’t help myself; I turned around to kiss her. It started gently—just a soft kiss on the lips—but for her, it was an invitation. First, she gently bit my lips, only to lick over them right after; my lips parted slightly, and her tongue slipped inside. She was a good kisser, and things were getting increasingly intense. Her tongue circled mine as she grabbed my backside and pulled me close. I could feel her trembling slightly with desire, and everything she did stirred up a craving in me. We would have loved to tear our clothes off right then and there and claim the dance floor for ourselves.

After a while, I pulled my head back slightly and broke the kiss. With our eyes closed, neither of us had noticed that a small crowd of onlookers had gathered. I gave her a playful smack on the behind, and she looked around, too. Amidst applause, we left the dance floor and headed back to our table. “I told you I have everything you want. But you have to say yes to something before I tell you his name,” Hanna whispered in my ear. Still completely in the throes of our dance floor performance, I simply said, “Yes.”

Hanna laughed. “Just like that—a ‘yes’? Without even knowing what it’s about or what to expect? That guy must have really got to you.” Suddenly, I felt her hand under my skirt, touching my panties. “You wet pussy.” My nerves went haywire again, yet I pulled her hand out from under my skirt. “You crazy girl. Come on, what did you find out?” She just grinned. “Alright, first off, here’s what you just said yes to: I’m celebrating my 19th birthday in three weeks at a house. The party is actually on Friday night. I don’t care about gifts; if I need or want something, my parents’ account handles it. But you can’t buy people—and I want someone like you—so that’s why you just said yes to spending the whole weekend at the house.”

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