Nothing mattered but the rhythm of Darren’s probing fingers, and her heart beating in time. She was suddenly aware of the changing sound of her breathing and, glancing at her own fingers as they clutched the glass in mid air, she noticed her hand was shaking and the liquid sloshing in the glass. Trying to maintain an air of nonchalance, she lifted the glass and poured a fair quantity down her throat. His fingers changed from swirling to plunging in and out rapidly, then swirled inside her again before continuing with the in-out as his lust increased. Adjusting her pose she slouched on the bench and opened her legs wider, so wide that the elastic of the thong was cutting into her quite uncomfortably. And all the while his fingers stirred her juices up inside her and she began to respond in an automatic sort of way, while feeling herself moisten even further, at the same time as she sullenly slugged her way towards drunkenness.
Eventually Darren guided her out into the night and she tottered unsteadily on her heels in the fresh air. She could feel that the gusset of her thong was still askew and, coming to an unsteady standstill she spread her legs where she was so she could get one hand up inside her skirt and twitch the thong across then wriggle herself back into comfort.
“What a whore!” a gravely voice said from her right hand side.
“Yeah.” That was Darren’s voice. “But she’s tight and juicy, believe me.”
“Okay, get her in.”
Vanessa found herself grabbed by strong hands and thrown forwards. Fuzzily, she was aware of landing lying across the laps of several men sitting in the back of a big car. She stifled a giggle. Doors slammed and the car moved off. Alarm bells belatedly began to ring in Vanessa’s drink fuddled brain. Unable to find purchase, her hands slipped on trousered thighs and knees as she tried to lever herself up but a strong hand on her head forced her down again.
“Get down and get used to it, darlin’,” another voice said to general laughter.
Now she knew something was wrong. She tried flailing about but all that achieved was hands holding her down by gripping her thighs, thick, coarse fingers digging deep into her soft flesh. Other hands reached over her shoulders and one reached a bit further and took a handful of her breast. She felt her skirt being wrenched up and hands trailing across the soft globes of her buttocks.
Slowly, through the alcoholic mists in her mind, the realisation dawned on Vanessa that she was about to get gangbanged.....
This is just the start of Vanessa’s tribulations! An school-days rivalry erupts when her arch enemy re-appears and the two rivals take their dislike to extremes! Co-written by a dom and a sub, Bad Blood is a unique book and well worth the admission price!