Seamus Brings His Friends

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Seamus Brings His Friends
The doorbell rang again this morning, and I answered it to discover that Seamus. my cute little paperboy, was standing on the step with three other males of his age.

I gasped as they piled into my apartment without asking. Seamus had obviouls told them what an obedient older woman I was.

“Did you wash it off?” he demanded.

“N-No,” I stammered, already fearful of what this youing boy was going to do with my fully-adult-yet-submissive body.

“We’ll need proof,” he said casually. Then, without bothering to ask me, he undid the ties of my robe and pushed it off, revealing my naked body, auburn hair cascading down onto my suddenly-taut breasts. My nudity caused my feminine instinct to kick in, causing me to bend my left knee, posing my long, perfectly-shaved legs with the toes of my fully-extended left foot arched, just touching the floor, hoping it would please these boys.

“I don’t see anything!” Seamus exclaimed angrily. “You washed my dried cum off, didn’t you?”

“No!” I responded, beginning to sob. “I-I would never w-wash it off without your say-so!”

“I think she’s telling the truth,” said one of the other boys. “I can’t see anything, but she smells of dried jizz!”

“Th-thank you!” I replied, falling to my knees in supplication, grateful that he had validated me. My reward? This unknown boy stepped forward, pulled down his pants, gripped my hair in both hands, snd began fucking my terrified mouth. He knelt on the floor, continuing to degrade me, using my mouth as though it were a twat, whereupon Seamus ordered me to lower my head, hands powerless on the floor, and spread my legs wide. I obeyed like the good little whore that I am, and it was only seconds later that another boy (not Seamus) put his hands on my hips and began fucking me dogstyle, sinking his thick, throbbing dong into my helpless cunt.

Being so young, neither boy lasted long, my mouthfucker pumping his load down my throat with me obediently swallowing, while Mr Doggie pulled out and shot his incredibly-hot jism all over the back of my thighs.

“Good!” declared Seamus. “She’s still usable.” At that, he and his third friend lifted me up and carried me to a small table in the den. Laying me out on my back, the table was perfect for their purposes, with my legs dangling over one end, and my head dropping backwards over the other end, allowing for the **** of my silenced mouth from the opposite angle.

I was frankly surprised when Seamus directed the other boy to possess my lips, tongue and throat, while he lifted my legs and began fucking me missionary-style.

But there was a method to his madness, as I quickly discovered: His third friend, like the previous two, lacked staying power, and, after less than 90 seconds, pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked an impressively-large amount of semen onto my shoulders and tits.

Seamus, on the other hand, was proving himself a stud, a deserving owner of my docile, abused, violated body. After several minutes, my female sexuality began responding to his absolute control over me. I tried to fight against the growing pleasure suffusing me from head to toe. But, even though Seamus was but a boy, the Power of his Male Cock, like an invading army, crushed my will to resist, causing me to scream in ecstasy as I surrendered to my conqueror, accepting my place as a receptacle for males of any age to drain their swollen balls into.

My new owner began grunting, and I instinctively assumed my proper position, kneeling before his cock and stroking it, all the while gazing up at him adoringly. After a few seconds, he grabbed my hair like before, slapped my hand away from my God, took Him in his other hand, and spurted one, two, three shots of his baptizing seed all over my face. I thanked him for the Blessed Gift he had given me, but he told me to shut the fuck up, calling me a worthless slut while slamming me down on the floor. I meekly agreed and begged him to come by soon.

“Maybe,” he answered as the foursome walked out. “That’s my decision, not yours.”

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