Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 20:19:58 +0100
From: Jo Faggot <nothingbutahole@gmail.com>
Subject: Addicted - Chapter Four

Hi guys, and welcome to Chapter 4

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what you think. I am always open to story ideas as well.

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I lay there on my own in the back of the car.

I have never felt like this before. Omar had left me, and gone off
somewhere. A small scared voice in the back of my mind screamed 'Run away
now!', but it was all but blotted out by the low steady thrum that was
coming from my ass. Whatever the 'magic crystal' was that Omar had fucked
up me, it was setting my pussy on fire.

In a good way!

My hole felt empty. It begged to be filled. I had to get something up
there, and I couldn't wait for a cock to appear. I was spread-eagled in the
back seat of the car, and as I looked through my knees I saw the car's gear
lever between the two front seats.

I squeezed through into the front of the car and immediately lowered myself
onto the bulbous end of the stick. I was facing out of the front window,
and saw that everything out there was dark except for a glimmer of light
coming from around a door straight ahead. I let myself sink down fully, and
let out a groan of sheer pleasure. Then, raising myself on my knees I
proceed to fuck myself. I could feel the roughened plastic ball scraping in
and out of my pussy. I increased the speed of my motion, and it much have
touched that place inside me as a thin stream of cum began to flow from the
end of my clit.

I was moaning like a bitch on heat when I was blinded by the door ahead of
me being opened. I saw figures enter the garage, and then the door was
closed again.

"What the fuck is it doing?" I heard someone say.

There was an array of floating heads in front of me, and I realised that
each man was filming me with their phone. Instead of frightening me, I felt
my pussy twitch and the gear lever went in extra deep.

"Oooooh fuck!" I moaned.

I heard a giggle, then "Shit, man! I think he is fucking himself on the
gear lever..."

There was a scurry of footsteps, and the faces crowded around the front
windows of the car. "Did you put rock in its pussy?"

I heard Omar's voice. "I did. It's a natural faggot pussy, and you can see
the response. Karim didn't lie.

I was being filmed by multiple cameras, and surrounded by strangers yet my
mind was a blur of sexual feeling. I couldn't stop riding the bulbous gear
lever up and down. It felt incredible in my pussy.

"Ali, get in there and lift him out."

The driver's door opened and two massive arms appeared. The man who reached
in was incredibly muscular. I could see two prominent nipples straining
against the sheer fabric of his T-shirt, and then his face was there. He
looked me over, and grinned.

"You are going to get so fucked up," this monster of a guy whispered with a
strong accent. I kept looking at his massive chest, and I placed one of my
hands on hie right pec. It was hard and huge.

"Alright, faggot..." He put one of his arms under my legs at the knees, and
the other at the small of my back. With no effort at all, he lifted me off
the gear stick. It left me with sucking 'plop', and I whimpered. The
feeling of being empty after being so full is truly awful. I needn't have
worried. As he lifted me out of the car, Ali pushed one of his fingers
inside me up to the knuckle. I was carried like that, squirming on his
finger, into the space in front of the car.

My head was swimming. I was blinded as a powerful light was turned on
somewhere above me. Multiple sets of hand pushed me backwards until I was
lying on the floor on top of some kind of soft padding. The feel of those
hands was incredible. They pulled my legs apart, and held my shoulders
down, firmly, but without causing me too much pain. I was mounted almost
instantly. A large man with deep brown skin loomed over me as he fiddled at
his crotch. Then there was the wonderful sensation of his cockhead at the
lips of my pussy. He pushed in, all in one go, not seeming to care if he
hurt me or not. Needless to see he was not hurting me at all. I had never
been so open, so ready to be filled.

I arched my back, threw my head backwards and let myself be used. Their
hands were everywhere, pinching and pulling at my nipples, in my mouth and
hair. The first cock exploded within me after only a few minutes. He pulled
out too soon, and my crotch was covered in his slimy cum. Then the second
guy was leaning over me. I could see he was about 50, with grey hair and a
large moustache. The surprise was the thickness of his cock. As he pushed
in I was stretched to the limit. My mouth opened with a groan of surprise,
but was then plugged as another brown cock was forced inside my body. They
fucked me from both ends until dumping their loads deep inside.

I was soon lost in a daze of brown cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, and
slapping against different parts of my body. My pussy lips felt swollen and
wet, and my face and chest was covered in cum. One by one the men began to
leave. They chatted to each other as they did so, and I realised that Ali,
the muscled guy who had lifted me out of the car, was at my side. He used a
towel and began to clean me off. "You just took eleven cocks in your pussy.
I think that is amazing."

I didn't answer. I was looking up into his rugged, hairy face.

"May I touch it?" he asked.

I nodded, and I thought he would go for my cock. Instead he reached between
my spread legs and gently caressed the swollen lips of my pussy.

It felt incredible, and I shuddered. The finger probed inside, gently, and
cum squirted out around it as it did so. I saw that Ali was still fully
dressed; he had not been part of the gangbang, and I wondered why. Omar
returned after seeing off the last of the guests, and Ali quickly pulled
his finger out of me as if he were a little embarrassed.

"Right. Time to get you out of here faggot. He knelt between my legs, and
suddenly his fingers were inside me. They pushed in deeply, and I screamed
out as my legs opened up to accommodate him."

"What the fuck are you doing Omar?" Ali shouted, pushing the much smaller
man away from me.

"Karim wanted me to put another crystal up him after we had finished."

"Can't you see he's had enough? You need to take him home!" Their voices
came through to me as if they were in the next room. My head lolled back,
and I closed my eyes as my pussy began to throb again; itching waves of
intent that sent my thoughts into a sexual frenzy.

"Shut up Ali!" Omar said. "You're a fucking closet case anyway. Not man
enough to fuck this faggot bitch are you? Now, pick him up and carry him to
the car.

I was lifted by a familiar pair of strong arms, and cradled to a mammoth
chest as I was carried. I felt the seat under me again, but I was about to
lose consciousness.

"Now fuck off Ali..."

The car doors slammed shut, and the car started up.

The last thing I heard before I passed out was Omar saying, "Not going home
just quite yet though, are we faggot."
Then there was nothing.