Gay sex story of becoming slut for college friends: 5
Hostel gay story: It took Shivam sum time to notice what was happening…and once he realised he just locked the door behind him nd came to stand closer nd the bed where Ashish was fucking my mouth like a man who just cared about pleasing his cock.
Shivam : is sali ko pakki randi bana rakha hai tune bhai Ashish!
Ashish just looked down at me nd smirked like he owned the room and kept fucking my mouth
I was feeling utterly humiliated being looked at by Shivam lyk that nd the way he was talking and then suddenly I felt my throat getting tighter, it was Shivam who was pulling at the belt that was tied around my neck choking me harder so it was difficult to breathe.
Wid Ashish fucking my mouth n Shivam choking me with the belt it was getting harder n harder to breath nd I started patting the bed to ask them to stop…but suddenly Ashish just put his entire cock down n my throat balls deep and stopped.
I could now feel his veins at the base of his cock pulsating nd his balls contracting tightly…then it happened…his cock started shivering in my throat and I could feel the back of my mouth getting warm n filled up with a lot of liquid.
I couldn’t breathe properly but the thought of Ashish cumming deep down my throat made me moan on his pulsating cock.
I struggled but kept making sounds n moaning ‘mmmmh hmmmm mhmhmmm’ and I heard Ashish start to grunt like an animal as he impregnated my throat with his cum-
“Aarghhhh yeahhhhh fuckkkkkk yeahhhh”
His voice was deep heavy nd filled animalistic masculine satisfaction n lust.
I could also faintly hear laughter in the background n was sure it was Shivam…
This must’ve lasted 2-3 minutes and then I felt my throat getting lighter and realised Ashish has pulled his cock out n at d same time Shivam loosed the belt around my neck.
I had almost lost consciousness from that bt as I came back to my sense I felt light as air n then I saw Ashish still towered over me heaving and panting like a tired dog n his arms were still up against the wall n his entire body was dripping with sweat and his hairy armpits dense n wet.
The he got upright a little bit and again looked down to acknowledge my presence. He now had a disgusted look on his face…
He just said “sali chudi kutiya” nd then spit again in my already open mouth…
I moans really hard this time as if about to cry…because I wanted more n didnt know what to do or say..
Then suddenly Shivam said : “dekh dekh sali kutiya ko her clit is still stiff….”
Ashish looked back at my clit n then looked down at me to say : “behen ki lodi ka paani bhi nikal dete hain aaj…kyu sali randi! Bol, nikalegi pani apni choot se?”
I eagerly nodded and said “hmmmmm please”
The both of them laughed….nd Ashish got off from top of me then said : “chal nikal phir….”
I kept looking at both my bully gods standing beside the bed, Shivam leaned on the wall n Ashish stood straight with hands folded, but then I made the mistake of touching my clit but as soon as I did it Ashish slapped me hard across the face…
Ashish : “bola maine tujhe hath lagane ke liye?”
I shook my head n felt like crying not because of pain but because I really wanted to look at these sweaty manly straight guys n cum really bad n this time it would’ve been impossible to do it widout touching my tiny cock.
Ashish : “chal bas hum dono ko dekh ke baha de choot ka paani sara”
I started shivering n humping my ass up n down on bed in anticipation of something that might happen…
Shivam : “hahah ye sali pakki ladki hai…chal dekh apne malikon ko aur jhad apni choot ka pani…”
I started moaning harder and louder as I humped faster wid my back arched and instinctively put both my hand on my boobs n started squeezing them.. I kept looking at my manly masters..
Then like Shivam took pity on me he went to the leg side of the bed n climbed it…he put both his knees around my thighs n held them in place so that I stopped humping the air nd lay on bed still…
Then he folded my legs up from knees n spread open my thighs and buried his face in my ass and started licking my pussy hole…
That just threw me off the edge and I started moaning like a girl: “aaaaah oh fuck yes Shivam….chaato meri choot aah yes ! Oh fuck yes please Shivam just like that..aaaaah meri choot ka sara pani nikalwa do aaah aah yesss oh Shivam!”
Shivam kept tongue fucking my pussy n I felt like I was about to piss or something…and then I suddenly turned my head to look at Ashish who still stood beside the bed looking at me in anger and disgust…
I kept looking at him begging with my eyes to do something and then when it got too much to take I just blurted : “Ashish…mera paani nikalne wala hai
Ashish ohhhh please aapke armpit chatne hain mujhe…ohh mhmmm please Ashish give me your sweat..do something!!!
Please Ashish give me your armpit…aapka pasina chaatna hai mujhe…aaah ahah oh Shivam..Ashish.. Oh fuck suck my boobs Ashish….Aaaah please do something, anything…..oooh fuck Shivam!!”
I kept saying those words n begging my masters to turn me into a real female whore…
Ashish curled his lips to make an even more disgusted face at me and shook his head in disgust…he spat on my face and said –
“sala asli ladkichaap prove kar raha hai apne aap ko!”
The college bully in him was back again bt then he leaned over me on the bed with his armpit on my face…
It had got even more sweatier and I now felt something happened around my clit…it started shivering a little as I eagerly lapped up all the sweat from my bully master’s sweaty armpit..that lasted for a minute or so and Ashish got back up and started slapping my boobs n pinching my nips.
Shivam was still eagerly tongue fucking and eating my pussy n I noticed a lot of precum leaking from my clit…
Ashish : “bohot ho gaya tera ab randi nikal apna pani….sali chudi kutiya!”
He slapped me on face right after saying that n I shot a rope of ’water’ from my clit as he slapped…
Ashish realised that got me excited n slapped me again n again 3-4 more times. I started cumming like never before almost like a girl…it was multiple orgasms at one.
Hostel gay story of twink turning slut for friends
My mind couldn’t process anything.
All I remember is Ashish’s armpits taste in my mouth, his spit wetting my face, his slaps n abuses n Shivam eating my ‘pussy’….all of that gave me an intense shivering orgasm.
I kept shivering and moaning like a girl for a couple of minutes and then I just closed my eyes
I woke up next morning on the same bed..my head was buried under Shivam’s armpit as his hand was around me n he was passed out in his boxers n tank top…
His pit was still sweaty and I could smell his masculinity, n as if I was naturally set up that way I just licked his armpit again to taste his sweat.
Then as I sat up I noticed Ashish was not around..
I was naked n my body hurt… I had stains of cum n spit all over me and some bruises on my neck, my waist n my face.
My clothes were lying on the floor here n there but my ‘panty’ was nowhere to be found…
I got up n went to the bathroom for a shower feeling very hungover…
To be continued…
