She Would Endure Anything Just to Not Lose Him

—I told you not to touch me!

Noa had not enough hands to pry away the fingers clinging shamelessly to her chest. The three veterans from the faculty were making a feast of her, knowing full well that their filthy tricks would have no consequence beyond an inoffensive tantrum.

—But what the hell is wrong with you today? —the boldest one asked, slipping his hand into her cleavage and kneading one breast roughly, pinching her nipple until she hissed with pain.

—I said I don’t want this! —she shot back, hitting him until she managed to break free.

—You weren’t saying that last week, when I had you swallowing my cock down your throat…

—Don’t act like a prude; we know you love having your mouth full.

—And your pussy. And your ass. With everyone else.

Noa’s honey-colored eyes filled with tears more from sadness than rage. No matter how much she tried to deny the evidence, reality was stubborn: what they said about her was true. If she still had any hope of turning the page, there were those vultures circling around to remind her of every surrender. She had been with them too many times, and that afternoon was not going to be any different. Soon they’d have her on top of them, beneath them, and, much to her regret, inside her.

She still couldn’t understand how she, so cautious throughout her adolescence back in her town, could have sunk so low after arriving in the city. In truth, she did know. She was so in love with the fourth occupant of that student apartment that she was incapable of recognizing as toxic the relationship binding her to Bruno. She loved him so much, was so hung up on him, that she treated as normal situations that for almost any other woman would have been unbearable.

Every time she left that house, every time she pressed the elevator’s down button, she did it with tears in her eyes, swearing that this had been the last time she crossed that threshold. And yet there she was again, in the shortest skirt and the lowest-cut blouse, sharing the couch with men who stripped her first with their eyes and then literally.

Noa did not think of herself as attractive, quite the opposite. She saw herself as an average girl. Her face was beautiful, but her complex started from the neck down: not being fat, her curves strayed from the heavily marketed standard, and that eroded her already fragile self-esteem. In another era they would have considered her a goddess; in this one, she judged herself vulgar.

Self-conscious and sad, newly arrived from the village, she had fallen hopelessly in love with the most popular guy in her course. The ratio of boys to girls was one to ten, and the odds of someone like Bruno noticing her were one in a million, especially given the bodies of many of her classmates. So, as soon as he cast the hook at her at a party, she bit down on it, rod and all.

On the very first night he somehow managed to get them alone, she gave him what she had promised to save for the man who would take her to the altar. Bruno undressed her slowly, laid her on his bed, and spread her legs without preamble. She still remembered the stabbing burn when he shoved his cock into her to the hilt, not giving her time to get used to it, not caring about her muffled scream or her tears. He pounded her hard until pain itself mixed with a new, murky pleasure, and when he came inside her —without asking, without pulling out— Noa understood she had just signed her sentence. Her promise was broken barely a month after leaving the nest, on a dawn when Bruno never stopped sweet-talking her until he got what he wanted. She let herself be carried away more by the boy’s false promises than by her own desire.

From that point on, her life changed beyond anything she could have imagined. It did not matter the day or the hour; a phone call was enough for her to go wherever he needed her. In the car, with her panties around her ankles and her face pressed against the fogged-up window; in his room, on all fours while he fucked her from behind with one hand on the nape of her neck; in any alley, kneeling on the asphalt with Bruno’s cock down her throat; or in the faculty bathrooms, with her skirt hiked up and one leg raised on the toilet seat, biting her knuckles so she wouldn’t scream. Bruno satisfied his appetite without caring in the slightest what she felt.

Though in theory they were boyfriend and girlfriend, they rarely went out together. Not even for a coffee in the university cafeteria. It wasn’t unusual for him not even to greet her when he was surrounded by female company. He needed her for one thing only, and she accepted her fate with resignation. If her heart harbored any doubt, it vanished the moment he smiled at her.

Noa was not stupid, even if she seemed it. Reality hurt too much. She knew her man was shooting his load at anything that moved, that he slept with anyone who gave him the chance. Even so, she was the official girlfriend, and for her that was enough. Her degree of obsession was such that she was willing to do anything to keep her place. That was why she was there that afternoon, and why she was going to let herself be used once more: she was certain that if she didn’t, someone else would take her spot immediately.

—What’s up? —one of them asked.

—This one, acting like a little nun now.

—Hey, don’t talk to her like that! Apologize or I’ll smash your face in! —Bruno snapped.

—What the hell are you talking about?

—Do it or the party’s over.

—Fine, fine. Sorry, Noa.

She felt happy. Bruno rarely defended her, and that he would step in for her like a knight-errant was a pleasant novelty.

—Baby, what’s wrong? —he said, sitting beside her and toying with a rebellious lock of her hair.

—I thought we were going to be alone… you promised me.

—But princess, these are my mates. What’s mine is theirs and what’s theirs is mine; we’ve talked about this many times and you agreed.

What Bruno had considered a conversation had really been a monologue in which he explained his twisted theory about free love and fidelity. Noa never said anything when that happened; she merely nodded like a little girl, afraid of being rejected. Though she never made those ideas her own.

Don’t argue again. Don’t make him angry.

—You remember, don’t you?

—Y… yes —she whispered.

—Then come on —he went on, kissing her neck—, be good and behave. Open that sweet little cunt you’ve got and let them fuck you like you know how. Don’t make me look bad, okay?

—All right —she capitulated, as she always did.

Heartbroken, Noa watched as her beloved moved away and went to the bar cabinet to pour himself a drink with total indifference, while the boldest of the others attacked the buttons on her blouse. She didn’t stop him, neither with words nor with her hands, just as he had ordered. She didn’t even have the comfort of Bruno being the first. Given his attitude, she doubted very much that he would participate.

This was nothing new. For some time now, the couple’s encounters had been scarce unless there were third parties involved. At least this time she wouldn’t have to watch her boyfriend rolling around with another woman in front of her. Her blindness was such that what they did to her barely mattered; what truly killed her with jealousy was seeing him in another woman’s hands. Other women’s moans caused by him stabbed her soul like daggers.

—Fuck, what a pair of tits! —exclaimed the one groping her shamelessly, yanking her bra off with a tug—. Look at them bounce, the dirty little slut!

The guy had already gotten rid of the blouse and was playing eagerly with her breasts, squeezing them, sucking her nipples until they went hard and red. Noa never took her eyes off Bruno, hoping he would come to his senses and put an end to that torture. But the coward wouldn’t even meet her gaze; he just kept playing on the console, giving the slightest importance to what was happening around him.

The other two, who until then had been waiting in the rear, pounced on the prey. With six hands they stripped her completely, ripping off her skirt and panties in one tug. One spread her legs wide to shove two fingers into her pussy without preamble, probing inside harshly; another licked her tits and bit her nipples until she whimpered; the third forced his tongue into her mouth violently while squeezing her ass with both hands. They touched whatever they wanted to touch, licked her skin without delicacy, with the young woman’s mute acquiescence and her boyfriend’s tacit consent. They guided her hands to their already hard cocks and, afterward, they hurriedly pulled down their pants before sitting on the sofa, side by side, their erect dicks pointing at the ceiling, joking and laughing.

—Come on… service us. Suck it, slut.

—Yeah, yeah. Suck mine good.

—And mine too!

This time Bruno ignored the tone they used with his girl, so absorbed was he in his game.

Resigned, Noa knelt and went to the one closest to her. It made no difference whether she started with one or another: she knew she would end up pleasing all three. She took a deep breath and did as her boyfriend wanted.

She grabbed the first cock with her hand, spat on it, and shoved it into her mouth in one motion, all the way down. The guy groaned and held her hair with both hands, setting the pace, fucking her throat until her eyes filled with tears and a string of saliva hung from her chin. When he let go, gagging, she wasted no time: she moved on to the second, swallowed it just the same, sucking with her tongue coiled around the glans, moving up and down with her lips tight. With her free hand she jerked off the third, alternating saliva and wrist, never stopping the sucking. She went from one dick to another without rest, spitting, swallowing, licking the balls, taking them into her mouth one by one, while they insulted her between moans and told her she was a whore, a little slut, the best cock sucker on campus.

Every time she took one into her mouth, while her tongue worked the vein running along the glans, the same dark remorse assailed her: what would her mother think if she saw her at that moment, on her knees, naked, her face smeared with another man’s spit, with three cocks taking turns between her lips. Her mother called every night, asked if she ate well, reminded her to pray. And she lied to her without shame. Her mother’s heart would break if she knew her only daughter rarely slept alone, and that when she knelt down it was not exactly to speak with God.

She cleared her mind, stopped thinking, and acted with precision. It had been less than three months since she started, and there was little left for her to learn from her more veteran rivals. She went from one to another like a bee from flower to flower until she had them just how she liked them, their cocks swollen, throbbing, slick with her spit. Her only comfort was to verify that this time they were not filming her, as they had done other times. She suspected it was Bruno himself who circulated those videos among the class, but it was easier for her lovesick heart to blame third parties.

—Your girl is something else, Bruno. She swallows like a champ.

—A real standout. And that pussy, fuck, that pussy is asking for war.

—You’ll have to lend her to me when you get tired of her.

That last comment did not amuse him at all, and with the last shred of self-respect she pretended to withdraw.

—Shut up, idiot! —Bruno protested, raising his voice—. Don’t listen to him, baby. Keep going, you’re doing really well.

—Really?

—Of course. Don’t stop now. Do that thing for them that I like… you know. Ride them.

—Yes.

***

Cheered on by those crumbs, Noa straddled one of them. She took his member, rubbed it against the lips of her pussy to lubricate it with her own wetness, and tried to guide it back toward the tight little hole, but the guy wasn’t up to the task and kept slipping without achieving full alignment.

—Come on, guys, make a little room.

—Hey, if yours is small, that’s not our fault!

—Ask your mother!

—As if you’d like that.

Laughing, two of them moved aside to make more space. Noa tried another position, the one she usually took when Bruno wanted to watch the scene from a good angle. She turned around, back to her partner, spread her buttocks with both hands, and positioned herself, aiming the glans against the already abused ring of her asshole.

She held her breath and let herself drop. The cock entered in a single brutal thrust, driving into her to the base. Aside from an intense pain, which tore a scream from her throat, she achieved another thing with her shriek: Bruno put the console aside and fixed his attention on her. It was a minimal reward, she knew, but she was so starved for his affection that she took anything as good.

Without waiting for her body to adjust, she started moving her hips, going up and down on the cock, aware that her expressions of pain added an extra layer of kink for her beloved. The guy beneath her grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezed them, pinched her nipples while he thrust from below, jamming himself into her ass again and again. Noa moaned, gasped, bit the air; she felt every centimeter of that cock forcing its way inside her, scratching her from within. The guy held her by the hips and impaled her harder, faster, until with an animal grunt he emptied himself deep in her guts, filling her with hot cum, while she kept moaning with her mouth open and her tongue out.

Bruno pulled out his member and masturbated lazily, admiring how the other man’s load began to drip down his girlfriend’s inner thigh. Noa took it as a pyrrhic victory: at least one of the two was enjoying this. She sat up a little so the circulation would return to her legs, feeling the semen escape from her open ass and slide down her buttocks, but soon another man claimed his turn and she returned to the same position.

The second time was easier. The one before him had served as lubricant, and her ass, already stretched and smeared with semen, allowed her body to mold itself more easily. This second guy entered her in one thrust, burying his balls against her buttocks, and started fucking her with savage cadence, without respite, making flesh collide against flesh with a wet, obscene sound that echoed through the living room. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, while biting her neck and whispering obscenities in her ear: “whore,” “slut,” “you love having your ass wrecked, don’t you?” But what motivated her most was seeing Bruno’s face, drunk with pleasure, stroking himself in her honor, his cock gleaming between his fingers. If her man was happy, so was she. Ready to give everything, she threw herself into it, bouncing on him with all her energy, clenching her anus around the other man’s cock, wrenching shrieks from her second lover while the pain still refused to let up. When the guy came, he did so with cries, firing another thick load into the depths of her intestines, and only then did he let go of her, letting her fall forward, her legs trembling and her ass dripping.

—Ugh, what a finish! —the guy muttered between laughs—. One of these days you’re going to kill me. Your ass is like a vacuum cleaner, fuck.

Noa preferred to swallow her pride and pretend not to hear. She had more urgent problems than insults: everything burned, her stretched asshole stung, she was sure she was bleeding, and she still had the third one left, the fiercest, the one with the thickest, longest cock of the three. Broken, out of strength, she thought about throwing herself to the floor and offering herself to the last man in such a way that her boyfriend would not miss a thing. But she didn’t: she knew he wouldn’t like that, he wanted her to always take the initiative, so she prepared to repeat the maneuver once more.

As soon as she felt the pressure of the enormous glans against her defeated asshole, she knew something was wrong. She saw stars. The cock was too wide, too hard, and her body could take no more. Bruno sensed it when he saw her hesitate.

—Come on, baby. Look how you’ve got me, don’t fail me now. Swallow it whole.

Noa clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and, centimeter by centimeter, gave way. The head of the member forced the ring open with a lacerating pain that shot up her back to the nape of her neck. She cried, gasped, felt the flesh stretch to the limit, but she did not give up on giving everything, gifting that undesirable bastard a fuck he would never forget and her boyfriend the show he wanted. The guy held her by the hips and made her sink lower and lower, impaling her without mercy. And still it wasn’t enough.

—I want you to take it all the way, you hear me? All the way. Up to the balls —he ordered, never stopping touching himself.

She nodded; the pain was so immense that words would not come. With her eyes shut, she blew out air, twisted, felt something inside herself break like never before, a dull, warm, wet tear, but even that did not stop her. She lowered the last inches in one jerk and stayed there, fully skewered, feeling the cock throb deep in her entrails. The guy, feeling the back passage give, grabbed her breasts and began moving her up and down, thrusting from below with all his strength, battering her destroyed ass until, just when Noa thought she was splitting in two, he exploded in the deepest part of her, pouring load after load of semen while she gasped with her mouth open and tears rolling down her cheeks. He left her in pieces.

—Very good, very good. That’s it, my love. You’re the best.

The young woman collapsed on the sofa in a heap, legs open and the three loads leaking from her open asshole and dripping onto the upholstery. She could barely open her eyelids. Everything burned, but Bruno’s words of satisfaction made up for it. He came over, stood in front of her with his cock in hand, shook it for a few more seconds, and emptied himself onto her face, so close he couldn’t miss. The first spurts landed on her forehead and eyelids; the following ones, thicker, on her lips and chin. Noa didn’t wait for the order: anticipating it, she opened her lips to receive the last traces, stuck out her tongue and gathered them hungrily, and swallowed them with devotion, as if they were the most delicate of nectars.

—Hey, I want some too! —one protested.

—Me too.

—We’ll do it all three at once. We’ll decorate the little doll’s face.

Her soul broke another piece when Bruno, far from stopping them, took out his phone to record the scene. The three of them stood in front of her, shook their cocks a few inches from her cheeks, and one after another, amid moans and laughter, covered her in semen. Thick streams crossed her forehead, stuck to her eyelashes, slid down her neck and tits. Noa endured their comments about her body stoically while they masturbated in front of her. She kept some dignity by refusing to open her mouth: she did not want her man’s seed to mix with that of those undesirable bastards. She kept her lips pressed tight, feeling the other men’s cum accumulating on her, thick, warm, humiliating.

***

When the show was over, Bruno went back to the console with his friends, laughing. He did not even have the courtesy to check on her, and she remained still for a while, her face and chest smeared, silently processing what had happened. Her body wanted to cry, but she didn’t, afraid of his reaction: he did not handle signs of weakness well.

She stayed naked, just as he wanted, without covering herself in front of his friends, semen sliding down her skin and between her thighs. Even so, she was still a shy girl, and showing herself off was not her thing. When she recovered, she came over to kiss him, but he rejected her without taking his eyes off the screen.

—Don’t even think about kissing me with that on your face! Gross, you smell awful, you stink of cum.

—Of course, sorry. Better I shower first.

—Better at your residence; here I’m the one who has to clean the bathroom and I can’t be bothered.

—O… okay. Whatever you want.

—You can go now, we’ve got things to do. I’ll call you later.

However, Noa did not move.

—What do you want?

She sighed, clenched her fists slightly, and descended one more step on her particular staircase to hell. Her submissive side prevailed once again over her prudent side.

—Do you want me to clean it for you before I go? With my mouth.

The offer drew a chorus of laughter from Bruno’s buddies, and he made her wait a little longer.

—Please! —she begged, bouncing nervously on her toes.

—All right, if you insist.

Once again she knelt. She ignored the insinuations from those present about her habit and gave herself to the task with her tongue. She took his limp cock between her lips, washed it slowly with her mouth, running her tongue over the glans, the frenulum, the balls, sucking every fold, every dried drop. Soon the cock hardened again inside her mouth, swelling against her palate. She did not stop; she kept sucking, increasing the pace, swallowing it to the back of her throat until it disappeared between her lips. When she considered the job done, she made to pull away, but his hand stopped her.

—Keep going.

She stayed still for a few seconds and, without taking it out of her mouth, nodded. Forgetting her pain, she gave him all the pleasure she could. She hollowed her cheeks, pressed her lips tight, helped with her hand at the base of the cock, circled the glans with her tongue patiently. She knew his reactions well and knew it wouldn’t be long. When he grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth at the pace he wanted, thrusting into her throat until tears sprang to her eyes, she knew the end was near. She took it in her mouth, load after load, feeling the thick hot semen fill her tongue, and swallowed every last drop, as was her custom. It was not the kiss she needed, but it was better than nothing.

—Good girl —he whispered, with the same tenderness one uses to praise a pet for bringing back the ball.

—Thank you.

—Now go, we really do have things to do. See you tomorrow in class.

—Sure, don’t worry, darling. I’m going now.

—Oh, I almost forgot: I have to settle up with the landlord. It would be good if you came tomorrow and took care of mine, like last month. You know, I’ve got a lot of expenses.

—Yes… I know. Will you… will you go with me?

—Go with you? What a pain, what for? You know what you have to do. You just have to be nice to the old man, open your legs and let him come wherever he wants, and that’s it.

Noa got dressed without washing, picked up her bag, and held back until the next landing before bursting into tears. She made sure he didn’t see her; she didn’t want to disappoint him by showing herself like that.

***

The next day she didn’t use the elevator: the building owner lived on the first floor. After settling up —on her knees on the dusty carpet in the hall, her skirt hiked up and the wrinkled old man’s cock in her mouth, while he pinched her nipples and growled obscenities until he came on her tongue—, she wanted to go upstairs to see her boyfriend, even knowing he wouldn’t touch her until she had taken a proper shower. Shortly before arriving she ran into Bianca, Bruno’s ex-girlfriend, and another classmate, who looked at her with smiles as irritating as they were revealing.

—Did you pay the rent already? —they said, laughing.

Noa stopped on the stairs, torn between going up or leaving. When she stopped crying, she resumed her way upstairs.

—Girls, girls! Haven’t you had enough? The two of you are going to kill me —Bruno said as he opened the door, still laughing.

The expression froze when he saw who it was. Nervously, he pulled the tiny towel a little tighter around himself.

—Oh, it’s you, baby! How did it go? All sorted?

—Yes —she murmured in a thread of voice, swallowing her pride for the umpteenth time—. All sorted.

—Great! You’re the best.