Four Co'cks, One Wasted Girlfriend

 

I swear I wasn’t planning to turn into a complete slut that night, but tequila has a way of rewriting the rules.

It was a sticky August Saturday in Austin—my boyfriend Jake had his three buddies over for the Longhorns game. Cheap beer, Patrón shots, wings, the usual. I’d already knocked back four or five shots by halftime and the room was spinning just right. Jake kept grinning at me across the couch like he knew exactly where my head was going.

By the fourth quarter I was giggling too loud, barefoot, wearing nothing but his oversized burnt-orange UT hoodie and a black thong. The guys—Tyler, Mike, and Derek—kept stealing looks up the hoodie every time I bent over to grab another drink. I didn’t even bother pulling it down anymore. Why pretend?

Jake noticed. Of course he did.

“C’mere, babe,” he said, voice low, patting his lap. I stumbled over, straddling him right there on the sectional while the game was still on mute. His hands slid under the hoodie immediately, squeezing my ass hard enough to make me yelp.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he muttered against my neck after his fingers found the drenched thong. “You want all of us to know what a needy little whore you are tonight?”

I moaned louder than I meant to. The room went quiet except for the commentators droning. Three pairs of eyes locked on me.

“Yeah,” I slurred, grinding down on the bulge in his jeans. “I want them to see.”

Jake laughed dark and yanked the hoodie over my head in one rough pull. My tits bounced free and the AC hit my nipples like ice. Tyler whistled low. Mike just stared like he’d never seen real tits before. Derek already had his phone out but Jake snapped, “No recording, asshole. This stays between us.”

I didn’t care. I was too far gone.

Jake shoved my thong to the side and sank two fingers into my dripping cunt without warning. I gasped, head falling back. “Fuck—Jake—”

“Tell them,” he growled, pumping slow and mean. “Tell my boys exactly what you want.”

I was shaking, drunk, shameless. The words spilled out before I could stop them.

“I want… I want you all to fuck me,” I panted. “I want Jake’s cock first—deep, the way he does when he’s mad at me. Then I want Tyler to take my mouth while Mike and Derek wait their turn. I want you to pass me around like a cheap party favor. I want to be so full of cum I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Silence for half a second.

Then Tyler muttered “holy shit” and started unbuckling.

Jake flipped me onto my back on the couch so fast my head spun. He ripped the thong clean off, shoved my thighs apart, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. No condom. No warning. Just thick cock stretching me open while I screamed his name.

“Fuck yes—pound that slutty pussy,” I begged, nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder—make it hurt—”

He did. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the living room. The other three were stroking themselves now, jeans shoved down, cocks out. Tyler’s was long and curved. Mike’s was stupidly thick. Derek’s had that fat mushroom head I couldn’t stop staring at.

Jake pulled out suddenly, glistening with my juices, and barked, “On your knees, baby. Show ’em how you suck dick when you’re wasted.”

I dropped like I’d been trained for it. Tyler stepped up first. I opened wide and he fed me that long cock till it hit the back of my throat. I gagged, drool running down my chin, but I didn’t pull back. I wanted to choke on it. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face like it was a pussy while Jake jerked himself over my shoulder.

Mike couldn’t wait anymore. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and spat right on my hole before pushing that fat dick into my cunt from behind. I moaned around Tyler’s cock so hard it vibrated through him.

Derek just watched for a minute, stroking slow, then stepped closer. “Open wider, princess. You said you wanted all of us.”

I did. Somehow I ended up with two cocks fighting for my mouth while Mike railed me from behind and Jake jerked off onto my back. Spit, precum, sweat—everything was messy and loud. I was making these pathetic whimpering noises every time Mike bottomed out.

They rotated. Again. And again.

Tyler came first—deep down my throat while I swallowed like a Good girl. Mike pulled out and painted my ass with thick ropes. Derek made me ride him reverse cowgirl on the floor so he could watch his cock disappear into my stretched pussy while Jake fucked my mouth again.

By the time Jake finally unloaded inside me—hot, pulsing, so much cum it leaked out around his shaft—I was a shaking, giggling, cum-drenched mess on the carpet.

I looked up at all four of them, mascara smeared, lips swollen, thighs slick.

“So…” I slurred, voice hoarse. “Who’s got next round of shots? ’Cause I’m not done being your little fucktoy yet.”

They all laughed. Low. Hungry.

And someone handed me another shot of Patrón.