They were fighting over me and I should have gotten up and run away but I felt like I was already in the situation and so I tried my best to accommodate them with my hands and mouth. It wasn't long until they had pulled my party dress off and had their cocks in all of my holes. I wasn't sure that this was what I wanted anymore but when I tried to tell them to stop I found I couldn't. Their cocks were everywhere and my windpipe was jam-packed with a giant cock. I could barely breathe and I began to use my arms to push against the men, trying to get them off of me. I wanted to be left alone now and I was so drunk that I could feel the world begin to slip away. I had no choice but to take what was being given to me.
I tasted cum in my mouth as a cock pulled out and I began to scream wildly, unable to fully communicate my thoughts and my new disdain for the situation. I had wanted this but now I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. A new cock was shoved down my throat before I had a chance to say a word. I was trying to push it out of my mouth with my throat muscles. My hands were pushing at the men, trying to get them to stop. They didn't seem to notice my struggle. They were laughing and joking as they subdued me and I could feel my brain begin to fade. I felt soggy and worn out and my mind began to drift. I could feel my body go limp.
"She's giving in to us now," one of the guys said and that was the last thing I heard. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke I could see the light of day leaking in through the mostly shut blinds. Had the whole night passed by? I opened my eyes and was shocked to see that there were still men fucking my holes. These weren't the same men that had been fucking me when I fell asleep. Or were they? My mind was playing tricks on me. I tried to say something but there was a dick in my mouth.
The feeling of their cocks inside of me was intensified. There was a pleasure from their cocks but also a pain. They must have fucked me for the entire night! I could feel the rawness of where their cocks had rubbed me all night and I wondered how much I had really slept through. I began to moan and then scream as the cocks in my pussy and ass worked me hard and fast. I couldn't stop myself from cumming on them as the cock down my throat pushed so deep that I almost threw up.
"She really likes being used!" one of the guys said with excitement. He had no idea how right he was. I knew I was fucked up. I liked this too much. Other girls would have been traumatized from this event but not me. My pussy was buzzing with excitement and my mind was full of desire. My biggest regret was that I had fallen asleep and missed out on what I hoped had been many orgasms. I wondered how many cocks I had gotten off as I let myself cum again. I couldn't stop cumming. I let out a scream that was muffled by the cock in my mouth. I couldn't seem to stop screaming and cumming now that I was awake again and the alcohol had worn off.
"You like this, you fucking slut?" one of the guys asked.
"Mmmhmmm!" I communicated, even with the cock in my mouth.
"I knew it! See! She likes this!" The guys all gave a roar of approval and for the first time in my life, I felt accepted for who I really was. I was a gangbang slut. I knew it for sure now. Not just any girl would love what had happened but I was loving this. I knew it was wrong for me to love it but I couldn't help it. I had found the meaning in life I had been searching for. I was a slut. I knew it for sure now.
