Unwanted: Part 9

Following her fight with her parents, Tiffany did not come home. She stayed over at her friend Katie’s house instead. Jon was worried about her but he had no way to contact her. It was not until school the following day that he got to see her. When he approached her though, she avoided him. “What’s wrong?” he asked while chasing after her.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” she refused to speak to him.

“What did I do? When I came home yesterday Mom was throwing a fit about divorcing Dad but he kept saying she wasn’t going to go through with it.”

“Whichever they choose, it has nothing to do with me.” Tiffany shrugged him off.

“Hold on, I know you don’t really like our family but what about me?”

“You’re the worst one!” she raised her voice suddenly. “It’s been nearly a year since I’ve woken up without cum in my hair because of you.” Jon snickered as he imagined his sexy sister washing her hair in the bathroom sink in the morning. “It’s not funny, Jon. My cunt is sore, my whole body is sore. I’m tired of tasting nothing but semen. Every time I look at you the thoughts come rushing back.”

“Wouldn’t it be the same if you got a normal boyfriend?” Jon argued.

“We don’t do anything like a normal couple. Even when we go out together it always ends with my pants around my ankles and cum running down my legs.”

“That sounds like a successful date to me.” Jon shrugged.

“The fact that you’re the one who gets to decide that for me is what pisses me off.” She stomped ahead of him. Jon looked around and noticed that there was a crowd gathering. No one heard what they were saying but they definitely knew there was an argument. Reluctantly, he decided not to follow Tiffany.

As the winter months were wrapping up, Tiffany decided to go to the locker room that morning to check on the gym clothes she had left there when soccer season ended. She was definitely going to be participating in track once spring arrived. Upon reaching the gym she noticed several students all crowded around the entrance to the boys’ locker room. “Hey, Dave,” she called out to the first one she recognized. “What are y’all doing here?”

“We’re waiting for you,” he admitted with a sly smile.

“Me?” she was more than a little confused.

“That was quite the argument you and Jon had,” he went on speaking as if she had not said anything.

“He’s just getting on my nerves right now,” Tiffany sighed.

“Not satisfying you enough?” David asked coyly.

“Excuse me?” Tiffany’s eyes bulged.

“Oh don’t play dumb. We all heard you yesterday.” David gestured to the five other boys around him. “You should be a little quieter if you’re going to get it on in the men’s room; let alone beg for your own brother to fuck you.”

“Oh god.” Tiffany covered her face with her hands.

“So, skinny little Tiffany likes younger guys… oh wait, maybe she just likes them related to her,” David laughed.

“I bet she lets her dad fuck her too,” his friend Joe joined in laughing.

Tiffany bit her lip as she glanced between all six boys. She knew the group well enough. They were the rowdy boys from the sports clubs. To say David was their ringleader would be a stretch. He was simply the only one who she had ever spoken with before and the one she addressed first. The group was harmless enough, playing pranks on teammates and peeking into the girls’ locker room. The look on their faces at the moment was far less innocent than usual in Tiffany’s opinion though.

“Say, there’s no harm in giving us a little attention, right? I mean, you’ve already let your brother fuck you to the point of screaming dirty talk in a bathroom stall.”

Tiffany stood stock still. She could not bring herself to respond. Joe, a larger boy from the football team, was the first to approach her. She looked into his eyes pleadingly while shaking her head. He tapped her quivering chin lightly before kissing her on the mouth. She tried to back away but he grabbed her by the wrists.

He put both of her hands together and held them above her head with one of his so he could reach under her shirt and fondle her chest with the other. She had not worn a bra today as Katie had none that would fit her tiny chest. She screamed into his mouth as she felt his massive fingers pinching her flesh to the point of bruising. He took advantage and pushed his fat tongue past her lips. He scraped it against her teeth while pinching one of her nipples almost completely flat.

She felt something hard pressing into her stomach. When she glanced down, she noticed a massive bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened as she realized that, barring a miracle interruption, she was not going to escape having that thing thrust inside her shortly. While she stared transfixed at his bulge, one of the other boys circled around behind her and reached up under her skirt. She squealed and kicked as he slipped his thumbs into the waist of her panties and dragged them down to the floor. Joe lifter her onto her tiptoes by her wrists, allowing the boy to pull her panties completely off.

Shifting her gaze over her shoulder, she saw him holding them up to his face so he could smell them before he stuffed them into his own pocket. He then swatted her on the butt, slightly pushing the cloth of her skirt into her now exposed anus. She squeaked again while trying to ignore the cool feeling of air hitting her bare cunt lips.

Two other boys each grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her feet off the floor. They pulled them apart so that her bare cunt was exposed and rubbing against Joe’s bulging member. He let go of her breast to pull down the waist of his pants just enough for his cock to spring out. She jerked back, freeing her mouth from his. “That thing is not going to fit in me!” she shouted. Joe pushed the tip of his cock against her, not even damp, cunt lips. Instead of even entertaining the idea of slipping inside her, it merely bent slightly and then sprang away.

“She’s right,” the boy holding her right ankle, Trent, spoke up. “One of us normal dudes got to loosen her up first.”

“Are you volunteering?” Andrew, the boy holding her left ankle, asked in a slightly accusing manner.

Trent turned to look at the only two boys who had yet to touch her, David and Adam. “I’m actually fine just watching.” David raised his hands innocently. “I’m kinda friends with Jon and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he was fucking her just yesterday.”

“Bunch of wimps.” Adam stepped forward while unzipping his pants. Joe let go of Tiffany’s wrists, leaving her entirely supported by Trent and Andrew. Once again, her cunt was not wet enough for Adam to slip inside in the slightest. She just winced as he smashed his semi hard cock against the outside.

“Why aren’t you horny?” Adam asked accusingly.

“Sorry, this really isn’t the most romantic of settings,” she was oddly calm in her response.

“Neither is the boys’ room with your brother,” Adam reminded her. “Just do what you do for him.”

Tiffany sighed as her cheeks turned red. All of the boys gasped when she brought her own hands to her crotch and started pulling her cunt lips apart. She rubbed one of her fingers around the edge for a while, licking the tip periodically to moisten it. There was no doubt, she was masturbating. Trent and Andrew craned their necks to see while Adam, Joe and David leaned forward to stare in awe. The last boy, Jason, the one who pocketed her panties, walked up alongside her and reached underneath her shirt to touch one of her breasts. She winced but did not complain.

Over the next few minutes, the boys all watched with interest as Tiffany brought herself to a very subtle orgasm. She held her breath as her neck muscles flexed and her head twitched. Her cunt was barely moist when Adam touched it again. He tried to push his cock against it but it was still difficult to slip in. Instead, he lied down on the floor of the gym and motioned for Trent and Andrew to lower her onto him.

His cock was completely erect and Tiffany could see it coming closer to her cunt as she was brought down on top of Adam.