You feel a bevy of female hands all over your body, strong hands clutching your wrists and ankles, muscular arms wrapped around your torso, with gentle hands cupping your face and mussing your hair as you are captured and surrounded by the Blue team.
It is decided that Karen, a petite shapely Latina with light brown hair and copper colored skin was the first to lay her hands on you. Therefore, she technically is credited with the capture and will be the recipient of the sexual favor. She approaches you, whispering in your ear.
"You know, boy," she says. "It is your choice whether to remove your shorts or your shoes. Since these woods are awfully hard on a boy's feet, I strongly suggest removing your pants. I can help you with that." She smiles, the other girls giggle as she slides her hands seductively up the sides of your legs, snapping at the waistband. You look at them, sweat beading on your forehead, blushing furiously. You offer no resistance as she pulls them down, then touches and strokes at your cock, quickly making it hard as a rock. The other girls watch, spellbound, clearly becoming aroused themselves. Karen continues.
"I think that was a wise decision, boy." she says. "Now, since your tongue is probably a little bit tired and since you have such a nice cock, I want to feel it inside me. On your back. NOW."
You quickly lay down on your back as Karen straddles you, grinning. She pushes the tip of your cock against her labia, then presses down.. slowly at first, then with a sudden thrust until you impale her, eliciting a slight moan as it sheaths fully, your cock head bumping the back of her womb. She motions to the other girls, who hold down your arms and legs, immobilizing you. You whimper. She slaps you hard with a long, backhanded bitchslapping.
"Shut up, slut. Don't move. Do not FUCKING move, understand? This is for my pleasure, not yours." You nod, suddenly shocked at her aggressive demeanor.
Karen squeezes your cock with her vaginal muscles for emphasis, eyes locked onto yours, then begins to hump you. Slowly at first, then escalating until her hips are slapping hard against your thighs, pounding you with her sex. She moans as the girls hold you still, not allowing you any room to thrust upward. Karen's eyes widen like a cornered feral. She leans down to taste you, kissing you hard, sliding her tongue deep inside your mouth, grinding her face hard against yours. She shudders, climaxing violently, coating your cock and balls with warm, sticky wet fluid, grabbing you by the hair, leaning over and giving you a hickie on the side of your neck that will last for at least a week. You are still impaling her as she dismounts, still rock hard. She reaches down with thumb and forefinger, roughly grabbing the base of your balls as she stands.
"Don't cum, you understand me?" She speaks coldly, cruelly as you whimper. "Do NOT cum." She smiles and places a foot on your chest, looking down imperiously at you, your cock pointing up at her, still twitching, precum oozing out, still needy. The girls release you as Karen slaps your cheek hard.
"Run," she says. "Run, my little slut. Run away and think about how nice it would be to cum inside me. Run and wonder how you will beg me this weekend to let you cum!"
You run into the woods. The girls giggle as your fully engorged cock bobs up and down. Try as you might not to, you think of exactly those things that Karen spoke of. You feel weak, dirty and tired, quite certain that you will not last much longer. |