The hours after Xavier left stretched longer than any we had known. John, Mike, and Robert used me without pause. By late afternoon my body felt heavy and open, but they were not finished. John pulled me up from my knees, turned me around, and made me hold the edge of the bed. He gave my ass a hard slap that left the shape of his hand. Then he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole. “Not there,” I said. “Below.” He slapped me again. “I’m going to fuck your asshole, bitch. Why hasn’t this been taken yet?” I didn’t answer. Xavier had never fucked me there. John pushed harder. It wouldn’t go in even an inch. He stood up, annoyed. “That fool hasn’t touched her ass. She’s still virgin there.” He called for cream. While we waited he worked one finger slowly into me. When the cream arrived he coated his fingers and pushed more inside, then made me spread it over his
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