“Eat my ass, Bell.” He reaches under him and takes the rag out of my mouth. I gasp in a breath— “Yell and you wont live to regret it.” To empisize Bo’s point, Coach bites hard on the lips of my sex. “Understand?” Against my better judgment, I nod. Bo puts his ass back in my face and sits on my nose and mouth. “Eat.” He growls. I stick out my tongue and slowly lick the cheeks of his ass. I feel the hairs against my tongue and it makes me want to gag. I run my tongue up and down his crack carefully avoiding his puckered whole.
Down below Coach is no longer torturing my sensitized pussy. I heard a buckle and I know he’s stepping out of his pants. Bo slaps my breast then my pussy. “Eat my ass whole, Bell. You’ll love it. Taste delicious.” He sits more forcefully on my face and wiggles. I cry as I touch my tongue to his puckered whole. I hear Coach step closer to wear my head is the I see his pale thighs with the corner of my eye.
“Bo.” He commands. He grabs the back of Bo’s head and gives a throaty moan. I hear sucking noise then I see Bo’s head bobbing. “Yeah, suck my cock you greedy mother fucker.” Coach throws his head back and Bo sucks harder. While he sucks, his hands move to my pussy and invade my entrance. Bo moans around Coach’s dick and Coach pulls out.
“Can I fuck her?” he asks, out of breath. I hear no response but Bo gets up and shoves the rag back into my mouth. “You’re a lousy ass eater.” He moves between my thighs and tucks his dick in the fold of my sex. “You’re really going to enjoy this.” Bo rams forward, pushing past the resistance of my virginity. He pulls back and thrust again. My sex spammed around the hardness invading me, sucking him deeper, unknowest to the danger. He bent forward causing us to come chest to chest. I heard his breath catch on a muffled groan, then he was taking me. No, I realized. Coach was taking us. He had slipped in behind Bo and now was fucking him vigorously causing Bo to slip in and out of me.
I was thrashing and screaming as much as I could. Tears streaming down my face, Bo sank deeper with each thrust over and over again. His hips lunged, his penis pumping while Coach stopped, lets Bo take the lead for a moment. Grabbing Bo’s hips, he pulled him out of me still staying in the same position. While thrusting into Bo, Coach reached around and pushed two fingers into me. He slid them lazily in and out. I was coated in sweat, blood, and spit, barley able to breathe. His fingers pulled free and Bo was back, pushing into me. His breath was quick, thrusting rapidly. Coach stilled inside Bo and came with a loud groan. Bo, on the edge, thrust hard pulled back, thrust hard again and then pulled out. Gripping his 9” member his hand flew up and down his shaft. Then he came with a grunt. First two jets splattered on my face and chest. The last couple ones pooled in my bellybutton and around my belly.
Coach had already cleaned up and was getting dressed. Bo leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to my temple. ‘Fantastic’ he muttered. He didn’t bother to clean himself. Coach walked out without a second glance back. Bo cut the ties binding me and quickly sat me up. I swayed from being so fatigued.
Bo pulled his shirt over my head and started to walk out. I look over to were I saw Sarah but she was no longer there. “Whe…” I started, voice hoarse. “Where’s…Sarah…?” Bo looked over his shoulder. He looked to the floor, back to me, then glanced outside. Bo opened the door wider and Sarah walked into his arms. I wanted to cry but I was afraid I didn’t have anything left in me.
“Oh, she’s fine!” Bo laughed, then turned to Sarah and tongued her mouth.
“W-why?” I croaked.
“Don’t say you didn’t like it, ‘Beýa Bella.” She walked towards me and bent to my eye level. “I must say though, It was fun to watch.” She patted my cheek and winked her green eyes at me. She leaned in and said into my ear “Breath a word of this to anyone, and you’ll wish you would have died with your parents.” She looked back and looked in my face. “Sister’s for life, right?” She turned to Bo and left.
I stayed seated for what felt like hours. Since I didn’t drive yet, I walked home in just the shirt all bloody and grimy. Two hours later, I made it the house. Fiona’s car wasn’t there but the lights were on in the house. I walked threw the front door as Nate came out of the kitchen.
“What the fuc…” he dropped the plate he was carrying and gripped my arms. He looked me up and down. “What happened? Who d-” I shrugged his hands off my arms and walked up the stairs. “Damn it, Annabell,” he yelled and ran after me. I ran the rest of the way towards my room. As I went to shut the door he put out his hand to stop the door. “Talk to me.” He looked frustrated and angry.
“Talk to you? You want to talk now?” I looked at him with what I hope to god was an emotionless face. “After a year and a half, now?… No.” I went up on my tip toes and in his face. “Fuck you, Nathan! Leave me alone. For all I know you could have done this to me.” What I said must have shocked him giving me a chance to slam the door in his face. I walked into the bathroom that connected both our rooms and locked the door. I stripped of the shirt I wore and finally looked at myself in the mirror.
My gray eyes were swollen and I had marks marring my body. My once pale skin was now flushed and bruised. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and raised the to my hair. “Never again,” I said as I made my first cut.
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Now, that was two years ago. My plans have changed significantly since then but to understand you needed to know my past. Now here’s the plan…
To be continued…