ikethebest97 wrote:For Johnnycum ...
Morna was very excited, barely 1 week in college and already invited to a party! It's true that in the small village where she comes from, in Iceland, interesting guys were rare ...
A friend told her that it would be nice if she wore a skirt, the only one she took is a bit short but she wears her anyway, with the black tank top as in the photo.
The party takes place in a community hall near her apartment, she walks there and finds about twenty people already intoxicated, the very loud music forcing them to shout to be heard.
A stranger passes her a glass of drink, she is too embarrassed to tell him that she has never had a drink, he is handsome and she does not want to disappoint him as he watches her empty the glass. Another man arrives, a bottle in his hand, and pours her a good swig. Morna is still drinking, but less quickly, trying to understand what the 2 men at her side are saying to her, ever closer, now brushing her body without her reacting.
Without her knowing why, Morna is no longer embarrassed to be surrounded by these guys who caress her arms, her back, a few others sometimes approaching to give her a hug and kiss her on the cheek while stroking her ass. .
After a while - she doesn't know how much - she feels weaker, and tries to tell her new friends that she wants to sit somewhere, but they keep her between them, the caresses now becoming more precise, a hand moving up to her thighs as another strokes a breast, under the camisole, without anyone else in the room saying a word.
A barrier inside her breaks when a guy kisses her on the mouth, their tongues mingling, Morna moaning in excitement, following this newcomer as he pulls her into a corner, soon joined by the other men who were taking care of her earlier. She still kisses this stranger while a hand, under her skirt, removes her panties without her making a gesture to prevent it. The same hand then returns between her thighs, a finger easily penetrating her pussy.
"The bitch is soaked," said a voice.
She moans as the man in front of her puts his hands on her shoulders and forces her to kneel in front of him. She can't resist, and when a cock is found in front of her face, she understands what is expected of her and takes it in her hand, masturbating him a bit before putting it in her mouth to suck him.
Several hours later, Morna wakes up, she is in her room, on her bed, but still more or less dressed; her skirt is pulled up above her thighs and, although she is still wearing her camisole, her bra is gone. Beside her, four or five used condoms, the semen having leaked and stained the bed. She runs her hand between her thighs and feels the dried semen around her pussy, confirming that they haven't all worn a condom. A bad taste in her mouth makes her get up, she looks at herself in the bedroom mirror and sees her face, streaked with dried cum, some squirts seeming to have even landed in her hair. Her tank top is also smeared with semen, proving that she failed to swallow everything that squirted on her. Only her ass seems to have been spared, but a pain at this level makes her doubt.
She looks at the time on her cell phone, and discovers about twenty messages, which she flips through quickly, most of them featuring a photo of her, taken while they were abusing her.
Distraught, Morna then wonders what to do.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MORNA SHOULD DO ?
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