Mums Friend Pt 04

Tammy sat in the bar. She had planned tonight carefully, and she knew how she wanted it to go. Her target and his football mates had just come in and grabbed a booth; she had guessed right, and was sitting directly in their line-of-sight.

Brad was the man she wanted. Every Friday night he was in the Student Union Bar, and the stories and whispers about him--and a few of his mates--were everywhere between the girls. Brad did not really understand the words, "No," and "Stop." Tammy had done her research, spoken to a few of the girls, and they all said the same thing. "It was fun, but it gets a little rough, and then I tried to stop it. He wouldn't, and it got very rough." However, they were allowed to leave with no issues after, and the next day he carried on like it was all consensual.

He was perfect for what she wanted; it was months since she had been forced. All the boys at University that she had engaged with so far were all new men, focused on her, ensuring her consent and that she was happy and satisfied. It was all so far from what she wanted. But Brad was going to deliver for her.

Tammy looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar: her long blonde hair had been fluffed out well by the hairdryer, and her makeup was classy, definitely not heavy. And, unusually for a girl of her age, Tammy was proud that her eyebrows were real--well-groomed, but real. She had on a black, tight top with one bra, and her large tits were squashed tightly into the top. Her skirt was red and very short, coming down almost halfway to her knee. She had black stockings, matched to a small black thong, and finished with red high heels.

She waited as one of the mates came to the bar by her, to order a round. She simply said, "Hi," to make sure he noticed her. Once he was back at the booth she looked over carefully, not wanting them to see that she was looking, and was pleased to see the entire table taking in her hot body.

It was 25 minutes later before Brad finally appeared at the bar to order a round. "Hi," said Tammy. "You want to buy me a drink?"

"Hi, and no. You want to suck my dick?" Brad replied.

"If you want," Tammy casually said, giving him a knowing look.

"Fuck it," Brad said. "Get the lady another..." he paused and looked closely at her drink and then tentatively added, "...Porn-Star martini?"

"That's it," Tammy laughed, as the drinks that Brad had ordered first arrived. He paid, including Tammy's drink, and then before departing to the table said, "Come join us once your drink arrives."

Tammy watched as her passionfruit cocktail was prepared; the girl behind the bar was skilled and the cocktail appeared quickly.

Tammy grabbed the cocktail glass and the shot of Prosecco that comes with it, then headed for the booth. The guys shuffled around and Tammy slipped in next to Brad. Tammy introduced herself, and the guys around the table did the same, but she did not really pay that much attention. She was focused on Brad. The conversation was about the weekend games, and while Tammy could follow and input a couple of comments, she was not really that involved.

Suddenly, the conversation changed. A couple of the lads had seen some girls they were interested in and there was a bit of banter about who was getting the fat friend. Brad was ignoring this, and his hand slipped down onto Tammy's leg. He stroked up to her skirt, but did not stop and his hand slipped under her skirt. Tammy snapped her legs shut, and wagged her finger at Brad but none of the lads noticed. Tammy listened to the conversation, and it was clear these boys had no respect for the girls that they were ogling; there was a desire to fuck them, nothing more.

As beers were finished, two of the table got up, one to disappear to the toilet, the other whose round it was, said, "Same again?" There was agreement to that from everybody and he disappeared to the bar, and there was some shuffling about in the booth. There was now space beside Tammy.

The guy that had disappeared to the toilet appeared back and slipped in next to Tammy. She was sure his name was Mark. She was now slightly trapped between Mark and Brad, and had to shuffle a little more towards Brad.

"So why you out on your own?" Mark asked her.

"Just looking for a bit of fun, and none of my friends were up for coming out," Tammy replied, as Mark seemed to be searching for another question.

Brad's hand was back on Tammy's leg; he was prizing them apart, and she suddenly noticed that he was exchanging some facial cues with Mark. Before she knew it, Mark had grabbed her other leg and between them they were holding her legs open.

"What do you think you are doing?" Tammy said in a very pissed off tone, even as the voice in her head was screaming in delight.

"Inspecting the goods," Brad said, as his hand moved quickly up her leg. In a flash, her thong was pulled aside, and his fingers were in her pussy. She would have said forced in, but she was so wet, her little cunt begging for it, that there was no real force required.

"Good god, she is seriously ready to go," Brad said to Mark, as he pushed his fingers as deeply into her as he could manage at this angle.

"Get the fuck off me," Tammy said, in a firm but quiet voice.

"I don't think so, darling," said Brad. "You are practically begging for it."

Tammy thought, 'I am, but you don't and can't know that.'

"No, I am being assaulted," Tammy said.

There was a little laughter from both Brad and Mark, then Mark said, "You can leave if you are unhappy," but their grip on her did not ease. Tammy made a bit of a show of trying to get up and leave, but did not resist their grip on her as much as she could have.

"Yeah, right. Whatever," Tammy said in a sarcastic voice, which just for a moment drew the attention of the others at the table. But she did not push it; the others here wouldn't go against Brad, but on the slim chance they did, she would not be raped, and she'd be sent away unsatisfied.

Brad removed his fingers, brought them to his nose for a moment then sucked on them; butterflies of excitement turned inside Tammy. Another porn-star Martini was placed in front of her and the table was back to full again.

Brad said to Mark, almost as if Tammy was not sitting between them, or actually able to say anything, "Once she has finished this drink, I think we all need to go outside for a minute."

Mark nodded. Tammy knew what that meant and almost wanted to gulp down her drink. However, it was not quite dark outside; it was almost there, but not enough. She wanted to be able to fight and struggle without any chance of being seen. The last thing she needed was a Good Samaritan intervening and stopping it. She made that drink last almost 30 minutes, and it felt like a long time, but every second built more anticipation.

Mark stood and Brad, keeping hold of Tammy's arm, pushed her out the booth, getting up along with her. "We will be back in a minute, boys," he said to those remaining at the table.

Walking through the bar, and to the door, he said to Tammy, "I don't quite get you." His voice was low so nobody else could hear it, and Tammy had to lean in to hear over the music. "You come in dressed like a slut, clearly work to get my attention, then act like a prude, before you willingly get up and go outside with us."

Tammy thought that the wrong words now might just spoil this, so picked them carefully. "You were a bit more forward and forceful than I expected, and going somewhere a little more private to make out seems like a good idea."

"Right," said Brad, clearly not 100% convinced she understood what was about to happen.

Outside, it was a warm night, and Tammy was led, reasonably forcefully, around the side of the union to the student beer garden. The beer garden, as Tammy expected, was empty this late; the hedges around it hid the inside from most prying eyes, and the sounds of music from the club above the union filled the air.

While Tammy was ready, and wanted what was going to happen, she was surprised by just how quickly it started. Brad reached up her skirt and ripped her thong off. She yelped as the fabric split and came apart around her body. As she went to complain, they were forced into her mouth. They were not large enough to completely gag her, but they stopped her from being able to talk.

Then, with a pace that she found hard to believe, she was pulled to one of the benches, and bent over it. Brad held her down onto it firmly, and ensured she could not move. The moment was terrifying, but her heart raced with excitement and arousal. She kicked out at Mark as he approached her from behind, and he had to jump out the way. He had clearly done this before, because he moved quickly and was between her legs, pinning them against the bench with his own.

"Behave, bitch; nobody needs to get hurt," Brad snarled into her ear. As she heard Mark's jeans and belt being undone.

Mark's hands grabbed her thighs and moments later she felt his cock pressing against her cunt. It was flooded and offered no resistance as he thrust forward. His cock seemed large inside her, but the wet mess that she was just accepted it. She struggled, tried to force her legs together, to stand up, but their grip and force were too great and she was pinned down. It was perfect, everything she wanted from the evening, as she felt Mark's balls slam into her.

Tammy, continued to struggle a little, but in reality she was focused on the forceful pounding that Mark was giving her, his large cock stretching her and showing little regard for her comfort.

Her pussy was almost painful with the pounding it was getting, but she could not stop the escape of a moan from her lips. Her desire inside was burning, and she was getting ever closer to orgasm. Every micro movement that forced her to comply with the sexual act that was being done to her--not with her, but to her--was as forceful as a direct press on her clit. Briefly her mind formed an image of Mark's cock inside her exploding as he climaxed, spraying his cum all over the inside of her pussy. It was enough; she shook with pleasure and felt her muscles tighten as she orgasmed. Mark's cock felt even bigger as her cunt squeezed it.

"Oh, Jesus," she heard him moan, and there was a slight stumble to his rhythm, before the image she had just imagined came true, and she felt his cum spray into her. He stopped thrusting and for a moment lay against her, pinning her tightly, his cock twitching and bucking inside her.

Tammy collapsed onto the table, the glow of her orgasm overwhelming her. She felt Mark's cock leave her body, and some movement, before she realised Mark and Brad had swapped positions.

She felt Brad's hand on her pussy, but then he moved and his finger rubbed the juice of her pussy into her arse. She struggled hard, and shouted as best she could through the gag, "No! Don't." She was held firm and he repeated the transfer, ignoring her pleas.

Tammy was not a fan of anal at all. She had vowed that any man taking it from her would have to do so by force, and that appeared to be about to happen. Her mind was torn between being annoyed and jumping with joy. None of the girls she had spoken to mentioned anal, so this was new, special for her, as if they knew she wanted all of this, wanted her body forced to do things, her choice taken away.

Moments later she felt Brad cock slip into her pussy. He thrust twice, then withdrew. She was not completely sure, because the pounding her cunt had taken made feeling specific size and shape difficult, but she thought Brad's cock was thinner than Mark's, which she chalked up as a win if it was going in her arse. But it was definitely longer--not much, but enough to notice. It was going to probe deep into her insides.

Brad lined up his cock on her brown star, and she felt pressure. She struggled again, making this as hard as she could, and an incredibly hard slap landed on her arse cheek. The sound vibrated off the nearby buildings, and must have been heard on the street; she screamed with pain into the gag, but remained still from then on. Tammy liked a bit of spanking, but that was way over the line.

Pressure again on her hole from Brad; it built quickly and she felt her star give way, the head starting to slip in. The slip-in lasted about a second, then he clearly was not being firm enough with his grip, and the lack of any real lube meant it slipped back out, up her crack towards her back. Tammy tensed as hard as she could as he replaced his cock, and pushed again, a battle between his resolve and hers. Her star betrayed her, and opened again. He pushed hard, but made little progress. Her muscles behind squeezed tightly, offering real resistance. He stopped, head half in, moved, and a hand came under her. He found and then squeezed together his fingers on her clit, and twisted. Tammy yelped, and felt her whole body tense. Then, as he intended, she relaxed. Brad was waiting for that, and harder than she would have ever wanted, thrust in. Tammy screamed into the gag, as not only the head made it in, but a good inch or more of the shaft; it pulled skin from her arse with it and the pain was intense.

While she found all of this deeply erotic, and was loving how forcefully they were taking what they wanted from her body, the pain was a level beyond anything she wanted, and she took a moment to breathe as best she could and relax, including letting all the muscles in her arse relax, too. Brad withdrew to the head, and then thrust just as hard as the last time, the force pushing his cock deep up her arse. He repeated the movement, and at the end of the next thrust, she felt his balls smash into her cunt. She had never had something so long up her arse; she swore she could feel it in her belly. The thought of that being forced on her, made her shiver with pleasure, and she started to build the next orgasm inside her head, as Brad started a rhythmic thrusting into her arse.

Tammy fidgeted herself across the table the smallest amount, and with a gasp got one of the wooden bars to press into her clit with each of Brad's thrusts. Her arse might feel violated and was getting sore, but her clit was suddenly getting rubbed really well through her skirt.

With each thrust she moaned, and felt the pressure of another climax build. She did not care now what they thought. They had taken her against her will, and used her just how she wanted to be used. It was perfect, and all she needed to complete the evening was another orgasm. Her gentle moaning seemed to spur Brad on; his thrust became harder, and faster. She was really going to feel it in the morning. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and yanked her back onto his cock. As Mark released her, her clit almost lost contact with the table, but the thrust back in moved her forward, and it pressed hard into her. Her gasp at that seemed to cause him to change; his pulling of her hair became harder, and she had never been fucked so roughly. It was as painful as it was erotic, but the orgasm was so close.

Tammy could hear Brad breathing. It was starting to get a little strained, and his rhythm was losing its focus. She knew he was going to cum. She pushed her clit into the table, but it was too late; his cum was spraying over her arse. She pulled her arm and it was released; she pushed her clit with the free hand, her mind picturing Brad spraying his cum over her cheeks. Brad was moving around her when she managed to get her own orgasm, and as she collapsed onto the table.

She lay there as Brad brought his head down to her. "That was great; you better clean yourself up before you come back in."

She could not reply, her thong still in her mouth, and just laid there and watched Mark and Brad walk away laughing. Slowly she got to her feet, straightened her skirt and top, and spat out her thong. She used them to wipe most of the cum off her cheeks, to keep from soiling her skirt, then dumped them in a nearby bush. She wandered back towards the union but walked straight past. She was very satisfied and was ready to head to her bed.