Liz, a high school senior, felt the warmth of the August evening cling to her skin as she approached the house with her friend, Mary. The music thumped from within, a muffled bass line that seemed to resonate in her very bones. The party was already in full swing, and a sea of college kids spilled out onto the lawn, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the quiet streets of their suburban neighborhood. Liz's heart thumped with a mix of excitement and nerves. She'd never been to a college party before.

Mary led her through the throng, her hand tight on Liz's wrist as if to keep her from drifting away in the current of unfamiliar faces. They stepped into a dimly lit living room where the air had the scent of beer and sweat. The walls were plastered with posters of rock bands and sports teams, and a giant TV played a college football game with the volume turned down low. Liz scanned the room, feeling the weight of all those eyes on her, the youngest and freshest meat at the party.

Mary's brother, a senior at the college, spotted them and made his way over, a red plastic cup in hand. "Hey, sis, who's your friend?" he asked, his smile too wide, his gaze lingering on Liz's face, then her large chest.

Mary rolled her eyes. "Liz, this is my brother, Mark. He's harmless, mostly." She winked at Liz, who couldn't help but feel a bit of a thrill at the attention. Mark handed her a beer, and she took a sip, the cold liquid sliding down her throat and easing her nerves a bit.

The night grew hotter as Liz danced with Mary and her friends, the beat of the music pounding in her chest. A college guy, taller and more muscular than anyone she'd ever seen at school, caught her eye. He had a mischievous smile and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her soul. They danced closer, their bodies moving in sync, the heat of his skin radiating through her. When he leaned in and whispered that she looked like she needed some fresh air, she nodded eagerly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

They started down a hall toward a back door, the music now a distant throb. He took her hand and led her down the hallway, stopping to open a bedroom door and pull her gently inside. "Just for a second," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I need to grab something." Inside, the darkness enveloped them, the only light coming from a lava lamp casting a hypnotic glow. He turned to face her, and before she could protest, his lips were on hers, insistent and demanding.

Liz's resolve wavered, the whispers of her boyfriend's name echoing faintly in her mind. But the allure of this new, exciting experience was too much to resist. She kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair as he pulled her closer. The room spun around them as he backed her toward the bed, and she felt herself giving in to the moment, the line between right and wrong blurring into oblivion.

Her body responded to his touch, a traitor to her heart's vow of fidelity. But she wasn't drunk—just buzzed enough to feel the thrill of the forbidden without the fear of regret. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and she let out a soft gasp. Her mind swam with desire and doubt, a tumultuous cocktail that only grew stronger as his hands roamed her body.

"Your body is amazing," she heard whispered into her ear, feeling his hands slide from her hips, to her rib cage to her breasts. Both of his hands were on her, one mashing each heaving breast. She had always been weak when it came to moments like this. She knew she should stop him, but the words wouldn't come.

His hands traveled lower, gripping her butt through the stretchy fabric of her grey yoga pants. She felt the heat of his touch even through the layers of clothing. He was saying something about how much he liked her outfit, but all she could focus on was the sensation of his thumbs brushing against the fabric of her panties.

He rolled her fully on top of him, and suddenly, she was straddling him, his erection pressing into her, her legs spread open on either side of his. The room felt hotter, the air thick with desire. His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping the soft flesh tightly before sliding back up to her chest. He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with lust, and she knew she was lost.

"You should show them to me," he said, looking at her chest while mashing her breasts through her top and bra.

Liz felt a wave of excitement wash over her, drowning her inhibitions. She knew it was wrong, but the college boy's confidence was intoxicating. She pulled back slightly, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. In a swift motion, she lifted it over her head, leaving her in just her lacy black bra. His eyes widened, and she watched his Adam's apple bob as he took in the sight of her.

"Fuck you are hot!" he groaned, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. With a flick of his fingers, it fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool air. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her erect nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into his touch. The weight of his hands on her was surprisingly comforting, a stark contrast to the guilt that tugged at her conscience.

He leaned up to take one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. Liz moaned, her body arching back instinctively. He took this as an invitation to continue, his teeth grazing the tender flesh before switching to the other one. She could feel her body betraying her, responding to his touch despite her better judgment. She realized she was grinding down hard on his erection.

"Take these off," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin.

"I'm not sure I am ready for that," she said weakly before her voice drifted silent. He had forced his hand between their bodies and was rubbing her pussy through her pants and panties.

"Take them off, so I can make you feel good," he said, slightly more demanding.

She rose up off the bed for a moment. Standing with her hands on the waist of her yoga pants she could see his hungry look. Her eyes then travels down to the large bulge in his jeans. She slowly slid them down her legs, stepping out of them awkwardly. Now she was in only her panties, feeling more exposed than she ever had before. He reached up, grabbing her hips and pulling her back down onto him. His erection pressed into her, the fabric of her underwear gliding on his denim-covered bulge.

Their kisses grew more aggressive as their bodies rocked together. He reached down, sliding his hand into her panties and found her wet and ready. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers pushing into her folds, teasing her clit in a way that made her toes curl. She gasped into his mouth, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

"Open my jeans," he said gruffly, his voice thick with need.

Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He was already lifting his hips to help her pull them down. He was now wearing only his boxers, and his cock was clearly outlined, straining against the fabric. She paused, her hands hovering over the elastic waistband. She was so close to crossing that line, the line that would make this real, that would make her a cheater.

But the heat between her legs was too intense to ignore. She slid his boxers down, his cock springing free, thick and hard. She stared at it, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. He took it in his hand and began stroking it, his eyes locked on hers. His cock wasn't huge, which was a relief to Liz. But it looked so hard.

"Climb back on me," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "Be a good cowgirl and ride this dick."

Liz felt a thrill at his words, a delicious mix of excitement and naughtiness that she hadn't felt before. She straddled him again, his cock now pressing against her wetness. He reached down and guided it to her entrance, the tip teasing her clit. She took a deep breath and slammed down onto him, feeling his length fill her up.

They both let out a moan as he bottomed out, his cock stretching teen pussy. She braced herself against the headboard, her nails digging into the wood as she started to ride him. His hands found her hips, his grip tightening as he guided her movements, pushing her down hard with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, so much more intense than with her high school boyfriend.

"Your pussy is so good," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to make me cum so hard."

Liz's cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. She had never been talked to like this during sex a few times with an ex-boyfriend. It was raw and aggressive, and she found herself loving every second of it. She began to bounce on his cock, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with the movement. He reached up to grab them again, his fingers pinching her nipples as she rode him.

The room spun as their pace quickened; the only sound was their grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh. Liz felt the tension building inside her, the pressure of an impending orgasm growing with each thrust. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and gave herself over to the feeling.

"Get on your knees, ima fuck you doggy-style."

The college boy's command sent a shock wave of excitement through Liz. Despite the guilt gnawing at her, she felt alive and desired in a way she had never experienced with her high school sweetheart. She complied, sliding off his cock with a wet pop and positioning herself on all fours. He wasted no time, his hand on her lower back pushing her down until her face was buried in the pillow, and then he was inside her again, filling her from behind.

The angle was different, deeper, and Liz bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. His thrusts were rough and powerful, his hips slapping against her ass with each movement. When she felt his hand slap her ass, the pain was sharp but delicious, a stark reminder of how wrong this was and how much she liked it.

"Your pussy is so soft," he grunted, his hands now gripping her hips so hard she knew she'd have bruises tomorrow. "I knew you would be good."

Liz could feel his cock swelling inside her, the veins pulsing with his desperate need. She pushed back into him, meeting each thrust with her own. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the small room, a primal rhythm that seemed to shake the very walls. She felt her own climax building, a coil of pleasure tightening in her belly.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of pleasure and guilt, her body responding to his every touch while her mind screamed at her to stop. But she couldn't. The sensations were too intense, too consuming. She was lost in the moment, a willing participant in this act of betrayal.

As she felt the first spasms of orgasm, she whispered, "Oh, shit," her voice muffled by the pillow.

The college boy took this as his cue to let go, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her one final time, holding himself deep inside her as he came with a roar. Liz felt the warmth of his cum fill her, the sensation so foreign and yet so incredibly erotic.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of passion. Then he withdrew, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. Liz collapsed onto the bed, her legs shaking, her heart racing. She didn't dare look back at him, afraid of what she might see in his eyes—triumph, amusement, or perhaps something darker.

He leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck. "You're amazing,I need to pee. Don't move. I will be right back," he murmured, his voice still thick with desire. She felt the bed shift, heard him ruffling through clothes then him slipping out the door.

Liz didn't know how to respond. She felt used and cheap, yet also euphoric. And a little worried about him finishing inside of her.

She didn't realize she had fallen asleep until she heard the door briefly open again. She felt too good to move and was relieved when she felt the bed shift as he rejoined her. Rather than lie next to her, he straddled her prone body that was still lying face down, right where he left her. Through the fog of lust, she felt him open her with his thumbs and his cock head at her entrance.

As he started to push his cock in again, she suddenly realized something wasn't right. It was thicker than before, stretching her until it was almost painful. With a jolt of horror, she turned to look over her shoulder and found herself staring into the eyes of a different college boy, a look of pure lust and determination etched across his face. The boy from earlier was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning toward her, his own erection in hand, watching with a smile.

"Shh shh shhh... just let it happen," he said in a calming voice as if this was the most normal thing ever. He reaches out and gently touches her face.

"You're gonna love this," he said, reassuringly.

With a powerful thrust, the new college boy pushed his thick cock further into Liz, her eyes widening with shock and pain as she felt herself being stretched to the absolute limit. She gasped for air, her body rigid as he filled her completely. It was as if she'd been split in two, his size overwhelming her in a way she never knew was possible. The earlier boy had been large, but this was something else entirely.

The cute boy leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fiery kiss that was as surprising as it was welcome. His tongue danced with hers, a distraction from the intense sensation of being taken so forcefully. Despite her initial horror, her body began to respond to the dual onslaught, her pussy clenching around the thick invader as the cute boy's kiss grew more insistent.

The big boy's strokes grew more deliberate, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made her body ache with every inch of his retreat and moan with every inch of his return. His hands roamed her body, one gripping her hip to hold her in place while the other found her clit, rubbing it in circles that made her legs tremble. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the cute boy stroking himself as he watched his friend claim her.

"I thought you said she had a big pussy, man. This girl is TIGHT," the big boy said.

Liz's mind raced as she felt the weight of his body on her, his thick cock moving deep inside her. She tried to protest, to push him away, but her body was still too overwhelmed from the previous orgasm, her muscles too relaxed to resist. The cute boy leaned down and whispered into her ear, "It's okay. Just relax and enjoy it. You're doing great."

The sound of his voice, the warmth of his breath, it was all so confusing. She didn't know what to do, but she couldn't deny the growing pleasure that was building within her. The big college boy's strokes grew faster, his grip on her hip tightening as he drove himself into her. She could feel the bed shaking beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall in time with their movements.

And then, with a loud grunt, he came, his body shuddering as he filled her with his seed. She felt the warmth spread through her, a mix of revulsion and arousal that she had never felt before. She lay there, panting, as he pulled out, his cock glistening in the dim light. He leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering something she couldn't quite make out. Then he was off the bed, leaving her there, exposed and vulnerable.

The cute boy took his place, his eyes on her face. "Roll over," he said gently, his voice a stark contrast to the brutal act she had just endured. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."

Liz felt a strange mix of shame and excitement as she complied, her legs still shaking. She was leaking, she knew that much, but the thought of another cock inside her so soon made her clench. He climbed on top of her, his body leaner but still muscular, and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth as if to coax out the last vestiges of her protest.

Her pussy was indeed loose, slick with the cum of the two boys, and she couldn't help but whimper as he positioned himself at her entrance. But she didn't resist, her body seemingly having a mind of its own as it readied itself for a third round of pleasure. He pushed in, and all she felt was pleasure. He was thinner, and she could feel the difference immediately.

"Your pussy feels so amazing like this," he said, his voice filled with awe as he pushed his cock further into her. "It's like a warm, wet heaven."

Liz's eyes went wide with a mix of pleasure and shock at his words. Her body was still reeling from the first boy's rough handling, and the feeling of being so filled, so used, was foreign and thrilling. She felt a strange sense of pride that she could take them both, that she could satisfy these college guys.

Sliding in and out, "Fuck, there is so much cum in you... you like that?"

Liz could only nod, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions crashing through her. The cute boy's strokes were slower, more deliberate than the first. His eyes searched hers as if looking for some silent consent, some sign that she truly enjoyed this. And despite herself, she did. The sensation was new, the power dynamics shifted and she was caught in the thrall of it all.

"You do, huh.. big-titted cum slut! You are so good!"

He began to fuck her with more vigor, his hips snapping into hers. Liz felt her body respond, her pussy contracting around him. She was surprised at how the dirty talk made her feel conflicted. She hated it, but somehow it only served to make her wetter, more eager for his cock.

"Rail her, dude," the big boy said, now standing next to the bed, grotesquely erect again, reaching down to roughly grab her big breast.

The cute boy picked up his pace, his hips moving in a blur as he fucked her with a passion that was almost violent. Liz couldn't believe what she was doing, but she also couldn't stop the moan that slipped from her lips as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. She felt his hands roam her body, caressing and squeezing, his movements erotic despite the intensity of his thrusts.

Suddenly, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Before she could even process what was happening, he grabbed her chin and turned her head to face him. "Look at me," he demanded, and she did, her eyes locking onto his. With a grunt, he came, spurts of hot cum landing on her cheek, her nose, her forehead. It was a stark, humiliating moment, one that she never thought she'd experience, and yet she couldn't tear her gaze away.

The cute boy leaned in, his hand cupping her face as he painted her with his seed. She felt it dribble down her chin, the taste of salt and musk on her tongue. And then she was being pulled back by her ankles, the bed dipping as the big boy took over. She had barely caught her breath when she felt his cock head nudging at her swollen entrance again.

With a grin, the cute boy stepped aside, watching with a mix of lust and amusement as his friend took his place. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his hand trailing over her body, leaving a sticky trail of cum in its wake.

The big boy didn't bother with gentle introductions this time. With a single, powerful thrust, he was back inside her, her legs hitched over his broad shoulders. She could feel his cock stretching her out, the sensation bordering on pain but still carrying with it that addictive spark of pleasure. "Look at how pretty you are," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "All covered in cum."

Liz felt a shiver of revulsion and excitement. She didn't know why she was letting this happen, she didn't even know their names. But she couldn't deny the way her body responded to their touch, the way her pussy clenched around the big boy's cock as he began to pound into her with renewed vigor. His hands were everywhere, holding her down, squeezing her breasts, slapping them in a rhythm that matched his thrusts.

The room was spinning again, the only anchor the feeling of being filled so completely, so utterly used. She could feel her second orgasm building, a slow crescendo of pleasure that washed over her like a wave. She closed her eyes, biting back a scream as the cute boy leaned down to kiss her, his tongue tracing the line of cum that connected her mouth to his own.

Their kiss grew more frantic as the big boy fucked her, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made her see stars. And then she was coming, her body bucking under his, her pussy spasming around his thick length. She felt his grip tighten, his muscles tense, and then with a roar, he was coming again, his cum mixing with the first boy's, painting her face in a sticky mess.

As she lay there, panting and trembling, she felt the weight of what she had done crash down upon her. But before she could even begin to process the guilt, the cute boy was wiping her face with a t-shirt, his eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place. "You're beautiful," he said softly, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of the act.

The big boy chuckled a dark sound that sent a chill down her spine. "Looks like someone had a good time," he said, slapping her ass one final time.

Liz didn't move, couldn't move. Her body was a live wire of sensation, her mind racing with the reality of what she'd just done. She had cheated in the most degrading way possible, and she had enjoyed it. As the cute boy slid off the bed, she heard the sound of zippers and the rustle of clothes.

"Come on, we should get back to the party," he said, his voice casual as if they hadn't just shared the most intense, life-altering experience she'd ever had.

Liz forced herself to sit up, her legs shaky as she tried to find her balance. She looked around the room, searching for her clothes, feeling a sudden, desperate need to cover herself up. The boys were already dressed, watching her with smirks on their faces.

"You okay?" the cute boy asked, a hint of concern in his tone.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. "Just need to get dressed."

As she pulled her clothes on, she couldn't help but feel like she was putting on a costume, hiding the truth of what she'd become. The fabric felt rough against her skin, a harsh reminder of the softness of the sheets and the roughness of their hands. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.

"You sure you're okay?" the big boy said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones. "You're a real trooper, taking us both on."

Liz nodded, trying to ignore the way her cheeks burned with embarrassment and the sticky mess between her legs. She managed to pull her yoga pants and shirt back on, her movements jerky and awkward. "I'm fine," she mumbled, avoiding their eyes.

The cute boy handed her a bottle of water, which she took gratefully. The cold liquid soothed her parched throat, but it couldn't wash away the taste of guilt that coated her mouth. She took a deep breath and stood up, her legs still trembling slightly. "I should get back to my friend," she said, trying to sound casual.

They exchanged a knowing look before the cute boy shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, taking a step closer. He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, and she felt a shiver run down her spine despite herself. "But if you ever want more, you know where to find us."

Liz pulled away, her heart racing. She couldn't believe she would even consider it, but the idea of being with them again sent a thrill through her. She nodded, mumbling a goodbye before slipping out the door and into the hallway. The party sounds were muffled, almost distant, as she made her way back to the living room, her mind racing with the events of the last few minutes.

Mary looked up as she approached, a question in her eyes. "You okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. Liz forced a smile, hoping she didn't look as flustered as she felt. "Yeah, just needed some air," she said, hoping the lie was convincing.

The rest of the night was a blur. She danced on shaky legs, she talked to people, tried to laugh at the right moments. But all she could think about was the feeling of those two cocks inside her, the way they had used her body for their pleasure. It was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn't shake the excitement that lingered.

As the party wound down and people began to leave, Liz felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know if she could face her friend, or her boyfriend, knowing what she'd done. But as she stepped outside into the cool night air, she realized something had changed within her. The world was no longer the same innocent place it had been when she walked in.