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she purred, fanning her face. I pretended to gag. “Natasha, that’s my brother and his as**ole friend! How on earth can you get past the man whore behaviour? Both of them are jerks.” I shrugged. I didn’t get why, but every single girl in this school was in love with them. Richard was a great person, but he treated girls like objects, and Freddie, well Freddie was just an all round jerk. “They are the two best players on the hockey team and look like sex gods, and I wish I could get past it,” she said suggestively, waggling her eyebrows with a grin, making me laugh. She hooked her arm through mine and pulled me towards our first class.

He goes so hard that I keep wondering if others couldn't hear us. “Jason hits so hard“. I can't help but compare him to Richard, because both friends are very good at handling a woman's body. “I guess Richard will have more to offer when he's not intoxicated.” Jason is clinging to me tightly, while he falls asleep, as soon as he climaxes. “Though I call him disgusting, he's super strong in handling a woman's body”. Jason and I are up from bed, when he receives a text from Richard, “I guess the sound of his phone pulls me out of my sleep”.

They all matched towards me, Frankie awkwardly walks behind me "Think you are so tough huh, your bodyguards are nowhere today, no one can protect you now" "Guys, you want to gang up on me, gaming up on a girl so mature for a group of tuff guys" "Watch what you say or else" "Or else what" I fold my arms, Frankie taps me and whispers "I think we should leave, be the bigger person" "Who's that, isn't that the cheerleader who can't even shake cause she got a flat ass?" One of the guys mocked and they all laughed "Kill them, Rita, suck them dry"

However, right at the moment of pleasure, I couldn’t help myself but tell a little bit of truth, even though I tried to stop myself from spilling it. Yes, the frat house had wild parties, and my girlfriend, Jen, was dating a guy from that house, so we were always there at the parties. The place was huge, old, creaky floors, and the type of loud music you felt in your chest. Beer pong tables everywhere, red Solo cups stacked like trophies, bodies packed tight, sweat and perfume and weed in the air. I wanted to be introduced to a friend of the guy she was fucking… he was an athlete, a fellow senior, and a “big man on campus,” Lucas. Tall, built, dark hair, that easy confidence that made girls

The next group was bigger. Six guys this time, clustered near the edge of the EDM tent where the bass hit so hard it vibrated in my chest. They were older than the last ones, mid to late twenties, shirtless and glowing with sweat under the colored lights. I walked right into the middle of them, cum still leaking down my thighs from the first round. The black and silver paint was streaked and messy now, my nipples completely exposed. "Evening, boys," I said, voice low and rough. "Any of you want to fuck a painted slut in public?"

"Absolute fucking bullshit. Get me all worked up and then just—what? Leave me here to suffer? That's just cruel. That's—" The door bangs open with enough force to make me jump, and I barely have time to lift my head before I hear Jax's voice, bright and amused and entirely too cheerful for someone who's about to witness me in the throes of sexual frustration. "Holy shit, is that—? Oh man, this is even better than I thought. Guys! GUYS! You have got to see this! Frankie’s so fucking horny."

I moan louder, spreading my legs wider for the camera as they keep using me. A big frat guy steps up next. He drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy, eating me like he’s starving. His tongue thrusts deep while two fingers stretch me open. Another guy chokes me and slaps my tits while a girl makes me suck on her fingers. I cum again, screaming into the girl’s fingers as my pussy gushes all over the guy’s tongue. They move me to the center of the room, on a large ottoman.

“See? Fake nice. They don’t care about you. They just want the connection to the brothers. It’s all because of hockey. The whole school is obsessed right now.” I hated all the attention and drama around hockey culture already. I was at one of the championship preparation events when I accidentally overheard rival players talking badly about the brothers. They were in a corner near the refreshments, laughing and making loud comments that carried through the room. “Those Steel brothers think they own the ice just because they’re rich wolves. Spoiled as hell. They only win because of their status and money, not real skill,” one of them said with a smirk. Another guy laughed along. “Yeah, Kai ac

They are the only ones who have gotten over the gay thing…. “Try outs will start very soon, you might like it on the team.” Collins says. “Many of us didn't think we would be playing ice hockey, but here we are.” One of the other guys whines loudly and starts up with his beer lifted in the air. “You guys are asking the wrong question! Yo, twink! Bend over and show us how tight your asshole is.” My throat constricts. “Kai, that's enough.” Collins sighs. “Can't you behave yourself for once?”

Ethan asked. But neither of us looked up. He was staring at my nipple which I could feel peeking out of my nightgown. “Oops.” I said, but my face burned as he helped me cover up. Damian's hands stayed on my waist, his naked upper body brushing against my wet semi clothed one. I felt a familiar thrill run down my legs. And it was hard not to, especially when I could feel his semi hard dick pressing into my ass. For the first time since I woke up, my body remembered what being horny felt like.