Freshman Couple’s Night Out – Part 2

“Oh please! AAAHHH!!!” the young blonde squealed as the large Mexican, as naked as she was, pounded into her from behind, their bodies joining with a loud cadence of smacks as her pussy felt the barrage of his thrusting manhood.

It was a wonder her moans couldn’t be heard across the street. About an hour ago, the young freshman couple, Trisha and her boyfriend Everett, had been forced by this cruel gang into a rundown house in one of Detroit’s seediest areas. The gang had forced the couple to strip naked, and then they’d forced Everett to fuck his girlfriend right in front of them on a filthy mattress. Now, after the gang leader had followed it up by having his way with the girl himself, Malik was giving his boys the opportunity to take their turns.

Besides Malik, the tall, muscular and dark-skinned leader of the bunch, there was Diego, Vasquez, and Herminio. Diego was the bulky, overweight Mexican built like a defensive lineman, who was now fucking the helpless girl with gusto. He had decided to take first crack at her after Malik had finished emptying himself deep inside the girl. In fact, he didn’t mind the pre-lubrication. Her cum-drenched sex allowed him to slide through with ease, and right now he was fucking her extra hard on the soiled mattress – doggy-style, pumping his hips forward as her moans went up an octave.

“Uhh! Uh! UH!! You like that, bitch? Tell me how much you like it!” When she didn’t respond quickly enough, he smacked her hard on the ass. He gave both ass cheeks a series of swift swats for good measure. She groaned, her breasts trembling as she answered.

“Yes, I love…I love your cock inside me,” she panted. “Please fuck me so hard.”

“Call me ‘Master,’ stupid cunt.” Diego pulled on the blonde’s lustrous hair. She cried out in pain and quickly obeyed.

“Yes Master. Thank you for fucking my wet pussy. Please…fuck me harder. Ugh!!” Satisfied with the girl’s submission, Diego reached underneath her to fondle her pierced nipples – nipples which Malik had pierced less than an hour ago. They were still so tender to the touch. He felt a satisfied jolt as the slender girl’s cunt clenched up around his shaft, as she squirmed with discomfort the more he played with her aroused pink buds.

“Uhh! Please be gentle, Master,” Trisha whimpered.

“I’ll be as gentle or as ROUGH as I want to, little slut.” So saying, Diego twisted one nipple slightly, just enough to make her squeal. When she did, her cunt once again clenched up on his shaft, milking his churning testicles toward what would be a very messy finish. He growled appreciatively and continued to torment the poor girl. All the while, though, one thing was crystal clear. The girl wasn’t entirely bereft of enjoyment from all this rough treatment. Her eyes were glossed-over with a hint of lust. Her nipples stood out as her breasts jostled back and forth with the force of Diego’s ruthless fucks. Her pussy was wet, and not just from the cum of her two previous partners…

“Ooooh. Little puta is starting to enjoy herself,” Herminio jeered. Vasquez and Herminio were standing near Trisha’s face, their cocks engorged, the veins standing out along the length of their shafts as those cocks throbbed with desire.

“I think the girlie needs something to suck on,” Vasquez rumbled.

“Yeah, but look at her,” Herminio said. “No offense, Boss, but you got cum all over her face. I’m not into that.”

“Me neither,” Vasquez huffed.

Malik laughed good-naturedly. “No worries, brothers. I have a solution.” He eyed Everett, who was kneeling beside the bed, miserably watching his girlfriend getting raped. “You look bored there, lover-boy. Why don’t we put that mouth to good use? I want you to give your hot girlfriend some nice, wet kisses. Lick my cum off her face until it’s nice and clean. Come on, get busy.”

Everett looked at Trisha’s face. It glistened with Malik’s seed. She had cum just above her hairline. There was more cum along her forehead, on both her cheeks, even around one eye and on her nose. More cum clung to her jaw, oozing slowly down to her chest. She was a complete, nasty mess, and Everett didn’t want any part of it.

The 18-year-old boy shook his head. “No. You sick bastards. Finish fucking her and then please, just let us go.”

“Maybe you don’t hear so well,” Malik growled. “Let’s see if we can fix that real quick, yeah?” Malik disappeared for a moment, rummaging around in a backpack in the corner. He retrieved a shock wand perfect for administering a jolt of electroshock to an unwilling captive. He thrust this at Everett’s butt and sent a jolt through the young man’s body. Everett wailed as the jolt surged right through his anus. His testicles jostled as he writhed with pain.

“OK, I’ll do it. Please, no more.” Everett leaned forward, his eyes meeting Trisha’s. There was sorrow and comfort in Trisha’s eyes, as if she was trying to tell him ‘It’s okay. We’re going to be okay, babe. Just do what he says.’ Everett’s lips found Trisha’s, and then the two were kissing. Everett was a little surprised at how voraciously she responded. Her tongue found his, and her lips pressed hungrily against him. Soon she was practically mauling his face. She moaned into his mouth as Diego’s thick shaft reamed her sore cunt again and again, the hard smacks of his body joining hers like a terrible symphony which Everett couldn’t ignore.

Everett tried to ignore the taste of Malik’s cum, too. Instead, he focused on losing himself in Trisha’s soft lips. They were like a soothing balm. He had to admit it, they’d only just started dating, but he was crazy about this girl. He’d told himself, ‘She might be the one.’ Part of him already loved her, and that part of him told the rest of his body to just focus on her alone – to forget about the nasty excuses for human beings who were holding them captive. Everett just kissed his girl with a sensual, deep, and tender passion. He tried to take away her pain as they relished the ability to at least touch each other.

Then the tender moment was gone. Malik was yanking Everett’s face back, his hand gripping the young man’s neck.

“Look at you, boy. You like sucking your girlfriend’s cum-covered face, don’t ya? Oooh, and look at this, boys.” The muscular rapist pointed down at Everett’s penis, which now stood tall, stiff and rigid as a flagpole. “I think we got the slut’s boyfriend in the MOOD again. How about that.”

Horrified, Everett looked away, unable to meet Trisha’s eyes.

Just then, with a sudden roar, Diego clenched up, grabbing Trisha’s hips as he impaled her cunt hard on his shaft. He continued to bellow as ropes of cum shot deep towards her womb, filling her pussy completely until his stiffening testicles were totally emptied to the very last drop. At last, grunting in the final throes of orgasm, Diego pulled out and proceeded to spurt the last few swaths of cum along Trisha’s lower back and ass.

“Ahhhh. Damn, boss. This little cunt is a real good fuck, just like you say. Maybe we keep her a few more days and fuck her brains out, get rid of the boyfriend first?”

Malik rubbed his chin thoughtfully as Trisha’s eyes went wide with fear.

“No, please! Don’t hurt Everett. He’s done everything you’ve asked!” Malik shoved the shock wand against Trisha’s belly and pressed the button. The sexy young blonde squealed as the electroshock slammed through her torso. Her nipples felt like they were on fire.

“AAAAAHHHH!!! Please stop.” Malik reached down with his free hand, fondling her clitoris all of a sudden with a deceptive tenderness.

“You want me to be nice, bitch, you got to stop complaining. See? Now isn’t this better? You want me to make you CUM, little WHORE? Do you?”

The black gangbanger watched with a feral grin as Trisha’s tormented face showed the results of his attentions. She was slick and getting slicker by the minute. Being fucked by three impressive cocks in a row had definitely gotten her aroused, awakening every feminine instinct inside of her. The 18-year-old blonde whimpered as Malik’s fingers continued to stroke her little joy nub.

“You like that, slut? You want more? Tell me what you want.”

The cute girl bit her lip and nodded. “Yes…please don’t stop.” The truth was, Trisha wanted him to stop…except for the tiny part of her that didn’t. She hated how degrading this was, how Everett was seeing every second of her being reduced to this. But what she hated more was the idea of them hurting him. At least if she seemed to cooperate, maybe they wouldn’t be as rough. It was a long-shot, but what else could she do? ‘Please, please, let us go,’ she thought fervently. Then her thoughts got submerged in pleasure, as Malik’s fingers caressed her clit toward a feverish climax.

A sudden cry ripped free of her chest. Trisha realized she was convulsing on Malik’s fingers as they slammed into her cum-soaked cunt. Her snatch squeezed those fingers hard as she felt the spasms take over. She writhed on his hand as the orgasm ripped through her like a knife. Her flavorful fluids were soon streaming down Malik’s hand. Trisha’s chest was heaving as the gangbanger took his pussy-coated fingers away from her twat and began licking off the fluids.

“Mmmm…little bitch has her first orgasm of the night. Damn, girl, you taste GOOD.”

Vasquez walked over to position himself behind the lithe blonde’s prone, naked form just as Malik raised his hand.