Page 63 of One Spicy Summer

I’m so wound up that I don’t give a fuck whose dick finishes me off, just as long as they get the job done. “Simon, Kemper, get in here and fuck her until she can’t stand up.” He calls for two of his best friends to come in.

“I’ve been a good girl, Keif, give me what I want.” I moan, dripping wet from our cum mixing together.

“Yeah, you always fuck me good.” He says, walking around the island and fumbling around in one of the drawers. “Now, don’t get any ideas, this isn’t always here.” He says, producing a needle, syringe, and a small bottle with a liquidy substance inside. At the sight of the drug, I lick my lips in anticipation.

“This is what you want?” Keifer asks, and I nod my head yes, because I want to forget what today is. “Alright, baby girl, where do you want it?”

“I don’t care, just put it anywhere.” I moan, so ready for the drug to take over my system before his two friends rail my guts in.

Right on cue, Simon and Kemper walk in. “Did you say someone needs to be fucked?” Simon laughs, walking up behind me and smacking my ass.

“Mmm.” I hum when Keifer turns my arm over and wraps a band around it like he’s about to draw blood.

He plucks my vein a few times, satisfied when it rises up, then he presses the needle inside, and I feel the cool sensation of the drug entering my system. “Alright, baby girl, get ready to fly high. Guys, have fun.”

And with that, Simon lifts me off the island and carries me upstairs where he and Kemper use my body until we all collapse in bed.

At that point, I’m so out of it, the only thing I can do is close my eyes and sleep.

Hours later, I wake up with my body still buzzing from the way they sexually degraded every inch of me… And I loved it.

‘Keep fucking us like this, and we’re never gonna let you go.’I remember Simon saying. Between the three of them, he can work my body like I’m the guitar and he’s in charge of the strings. He has a way with his fingers, tongue, and dick.

Keifer has the filthiest mouth of them all, and that’s what gets me started. He’s also a very skilled pussy eater, but he has to be drunk off his ass to go down on me. That’s where Kemper comes in.

Kemper praises me the best out of them all. I love hearing how good I’m taking them all or how I’ve been a good girl. That gets me going all over again.

I don’t know when I became this type of woman.

I always thought I’d never fuck anyone who wasn’t Ry, but the day I saw another video of him and the girl he was going to marry, I hopped on every dick that I could to get him out of my system.

Thankfully, after Mom and Dad found out about the pregnancy, she took me to get the NuvaRing installed. That way, I could have all the sex I wanted and not get pregnant. Because let’s face it, I’m in no position to raise a kid now.

Rolling out of bed, feeling a little drunk even though I didn’t have anything alcoholic, I sway once I get on my feet. My feet mindlessly carry me to the bathroom where I take a hot shower, trying to sober up.

After I’ve washed away enough of what happened, I take a step in front of the mirror to dry myself off when a note taped there catches my eye.

I didn’t forget, but you know how you are, your mind needs to be taken off of it, otherwise you’re going to drive yourself more crazy than you already are.Asshole. P.S. I’m sorry I slapped you, but you’ve never looked sexier wearing my mark like you always do.

Balling the note up, I toss it inside the trash can, reaching up to touch my face. That’s not the first time he’s hit me and it won’t be the last. No matter how much he thinks I enjoy it, it’s just his way of putting me in my place.

I don’t fucking know why I stay.

Yeah you do, it’s because you love everything he and his friends do to you. You get your fix, fucked royally, and you don’t want for shit.

Yeah, but this isn’t the life I’m supposed to be living.

This is the part I always dread, when I come down from my high and real life comes barging in.

My old life is over.

I don’t even have my GED to try and get a decent job.

Ballet is out.

Once I found out I was pregnant, I went back to the studio and informed Madame Dupanchanne. She’d welcomed me with open arms and listened to my story. I thought it was really kind of her to say if I ever wanted to go back, she'd always have a spot open for me.

Imagine if she could see me now.

---