ROOM MATES by Mark E. Dassad The suffocating weight of the boy straddling her torso lifted for a moment as he loosened his jeans to let his cock free. "Let me go!" Maria shrieked, as the hand over her mouth was released to let its owner's penis free. "Shut up and suck me, ya little slut." A hard penis slid into her mouth; she gagged, tried to scream as she felt another set of hands pulling her shoes and socks off. She kicked, struggled furiously to prevent her dis-robing. The boy in her mouth abruptly pulled out, sat back down on her ribcage, her breasts between his thighs, knocking the wind out of her, as his friend took the opportunity to yank Maria's jeans all the way off. "Quit fighting it ya little whore, you know you want it," the boy pinning her to the bed grinned into Maria's contorted face. Still sitting on her, he pulled his jeans and underwear completely off, tossed them over the side of the bed. He began slapping her face, fascinated by the way her head snapped from side to side, aroused by the harsh sound of flesh-on-flesh impact, back and forth, harder and harder, mesmerized by his handprints appearing for a moment on her cheeks, fading almost instantly into a bruising, brilliant red. She felt fingers enter her, through the ringing in her head, then something cold, and hard. Her breasts hurt, Eddie, he'd said his name was Eddie, in the bar. Her blouse had been ripped open, one of the sleeves torn off. He'd cut her bra off with a pocket-knife, and now his strong hands were squeezing her breasts, his hard penis fucking into the tunnel he formed out of the sensitive tissue. They were laughing, all around her, through the stifling hot pain suffusing her face, his room-mates, and Eddie, the one on top of her. House-mates, room-mates. She'd picked up the cute one, Eddie, the one tit-fucking her right this very minute, in The Tavern, where all the cool college kids hung out, she and her friends always cruised the place on Saturday nights, they weren't real conscientous about ID's there, and hers was an expensive fake. It was _so_ cool to date a college boy, show up at the prom with someone who was old enough to buy booze, had his own car. She shrieked as the hard thing inside her slammed painfully into her cervix, diverting her attention from her tortured breasts. "Shit man Joey, don't use her up with that fucking beer bottle," one of the room-mates swore. "Yeah man, I'd rather damage her with _this_..." The third room-mate squeezed his swollen crotch through dirty gray sweatpants. "Fuck..." Eddie was rocking furiously between the breasts he held squashed around his throbbing cock, greasing the tunnel of flesh with pre-cum... "Nice... ungh..." Maria felt a slippery spurt of semen splash the underside of her chin; she twisted her head away from the stream that landed on her cheek, another spurt dribbling in her ear, thick streamers spraying into her hair. She sobbed weakly, feeling the hard cold bottle moving inside her cunt. "Nice fuckin' tits," Eddie grunted appreciatively, rubbing his softening cock in the canyon between Maria's breasts as he continued to squeeze and maul them in the aftermath of his orgasm. "Wop chicks have the best fuckin' tits," he declared, high-fiving the room-mate "Speed" who'd been complaining about Joey's use of Maria's cunt, accepted the beer that the dick-squeezer, Chris, had been holding for him. Eddie climbed off Maria's body, shaking a final dribble of cum onto her face, gulping down his beer, and wandered out of his bedroom. Joey pulled the beer-bottle from Maria's cunt, lowered his shorts, and crawled up her body, thrusting his cock into her in one easy stroke. "condoms!" she squeaked, horribly frightened. "... my pocket book..." Joey continued fucking Maria. "We're not faggots, I don't have aids, and I'm _not_ usin' a fucking rubber." Not happening, she decided it wasn't really happening. Except he was there, in her face, damp beery breath mixed with anchovy pizza stink making her eyes burn, his tongue trying to work it's way into her mouth, pimply pock-marked face hanging over her. And the pain, the burning, tearing pain as his prick sawed its way back and forth, inside her, "down there"... and the laughter, she couldn't bear the fact that they were watching her getting fucked, _waiting_ for their turn. _Laughing_. "Just loosening ya up a little with that bottle," Joey whispered in Maria's ear, his pimpled butt undulating, working his cock in her tight young cunt, licking her face, mashing his smelly t-shirted chest against her ample breasts. He grabbed her tits, lurched on top of her, crushing her. Some primitive part of her psyche realized her arms were free and reached around his back, up under his shirt, raking bloody scratch marks into his flesh. Joey howled, a primitive, animal howl of rage. He pulled his dick out of Maria, grabbed her arms, pinned her hands above her head, flopped back down on top of her and savagely re-penetrated, slamming his dick into her as hard and as deep and as painfully as he could, their pubic bones colliding, he fucked brutally, butt flashing, hurting her with his cock. Maria shrieked, wailing franticly each time his dickhead pounded into her cervix... "YEAH!" the two remaining room-mates woofed in unison at Joey's frenzied fucking. He grunted each time he slammed into Maria, sucking and biting at her mouth as she screamed around his probing tongue. "Bang the fuckin' bitch!" Chris pulled at his swollen cock through his boxers, grinned at Speed. "Fuckin' do 'er" Speed agreed, eyes shining as he yanked himself, fucked his hips in time with his room-mate's humping. Joey came quickly, too excited to hold off his orgasm, biting, clawing, scratching at Maria's tits, fucking wildly. Maria felt warm sticky semen fill her vagina and experienced a disturbing sense of relief as it coated her raw interior. Welcome lubrication for the next dick she was sure would be inside her soon. She lay passively, staring at the cracked plaster in the ceiling, as Joey climbed off of her and Chris mounted her. She winced as he pushed roughly into her, tears streaming down the swollen bruised sides of her face where Eddie had slapped her. A vague sensation of hands squeezing her breasts, a mouth in her face, biting her, a cock working in her cunt, a sticky, itchy wetness between her legs, an occasional sharp jab of pain deep inside as he fucked too hard, too deep. After a while, she realized the second room-mate must've finished. Someone was punching her thigh, trying to get her to roll over, hands grabbed her shoulders, she was on her belly. The words "pony ride" filtered down into her consciousness. At least she wouldn't be face to face with the last room-mate... he was pulling on her hips, he must be wanting to do her doggie-style, she'd read about that in one of her older sister's dirty books... "Little dago slut's gettin' into it," Eddie smirked, watching as Speed pulled Maria to her knees. He and Joey had wandered back into his bedroom when Chris had finished, Speed always put on a good show, it was just the thing to fire up everyone's dick for seconds. Maria's head drooped, thick curly blue-black hair completely covering her face, waiting resignedly for the fourth dick of the evening to poke into her, praying only to be finished, desperate to go home to the safety of her parent's house and sit in a hot bath for the rest of the weekend, boil their scum off her body, bleach herself clean again. Her head snapped up in surprise at the pressure on her anus; she shrieked in agony as Speed's cock popped through the tight ring of her virgin butthole. "Crank the fuckin' music!" Speed grunted, clutching Maria's butt-cheeks as he forced his dick into her asshole. She shrieked and twisted as his vaseline coated rod filled her shit-hole, loud, painful grinding metal music made her head ring but couldn't begin to block out the horrible agony of a fat cock splitting her ass in two. A desperate need to dislodge the horrible pole sliding painfully in her rectum panicked Maria; she twisted her hips, shrieked, as Speed grabbed her hips, fucked harder. He started beating a rhythm on her buttocks as he rode her, smacking a deep red handprint in her right thigh as he savagely slammed his cock into her, slapping her left thigh even harder as he pulled his prick nearly out. "Yeah, fuck, the slut really loves it!" Chris bellowed at Joey over the stereo, "lookit how she's squirmin' around on his pole." "Virgin butt-slut!" Eddie howled, stroking dick as he watched his friend sodomize the girl he'd picked up. "Lookit her bleed, man, virgin butt!" Too excited to contain himself, he climbed onto the bed to join the action. Maria screamed non-stop, her throat raw. A dick slipped into her mouth, Eddie was slapping her face again, pulling her hair, stuffing a long, thick cock down her throat, as Speed continued to vigorously rape her asshole. She couldn't breathe, the pain was unbearable, eternal, non-stop agony. For a brief few seconds, the monster in her butt was removed, the cock left her mouth, she took the opportunity to breathe, forgetting to scream, till another hard pole was rammed up her crap-hole, and a soft, filthy, bloody cock slapped against her mouth. She gagged at the slippery, shit-cum-blood-and-vaseline coated ... _thing_ in her mouth, shook her head franticly trying to avoid the horrid thing, laughter, loud ugly laughter everywhere, he seemed content to rub it around her face, wipe it off in her hair... Time did funny things. She was on her back again, staring blindly at the ceiling, moaning, as cocks entered her, she lost track of who, where, how many times. She was on her belly, sometimes it hurt worse than others, one of them was really big... it hurt, it didn't hurt, and the laughter. Through it all, the laughing... High-fiving, barking and woofing when one of them got epsecially brutally creative. And the cum, on her _face_, in her mouth, as she stared unseeing into their grinning, lust-contorted faces. She lay for a long time after they were finally done with her, their body fluids drying on her surface, leaking out her cunt and asshole, lay fetally, wondering if she could leave, go home? She had to get home in time for Mass, it was suddenly desperately important to get home and get some sleep so she could go to the nine o'clock service with her parents and sisters and brother. Her jeans lay in a crumpled heap on the floor near the foot of Eddie's bed, next to her pocket-book. Her underpants were ruined, torn from her body, someone had used them to wipe up their cum. She pulled her jeans on, her fingers working clumsily at the zipper, she winced as the rough seam rubbed against her sore, well-used twat and chafed her bloodied, loose and leaking anal sphincter. She felt their fluids leaking from her cunt, pooling in the crotch of her jeans, as she sat upright, staring dumbly at the useless remains of her bra, her torn shirt, one sleeve missing, the buttons torn off. Her sneakers lay near the foot of the bed, she couldn't find her socks. Maria stumbled bow-legged into the living room, where Eddie and his room-mates sat drinking beer and watching TV. Sockless, sneakers untied, wearing only her skin-tight jeans, pocket-book tucked under one armpit, crossed arms unsuccessfully trying to hide her full, C-cup tits. Hair matted with dried cum, face swollen from being slapped, she was a sorry sight. "I need to go home," she announced meekly. Eddie turned to look at the high-school chick he'd bagged. Fucking amazing tits, allright. His room-mates stayed glued to the tube, uninterested in Maria since popping their last load in her. "So go," he shrugged, turning back to the late-night monster movie on the tube. "I don't have a shirt..." she whispered. Eddie grinned around his beer bottle. He knew he couldn't shove her out the door shirtless. He peeled off the smelly, threadbare half-tee he was wearing and tossed it at her. Maria caught the filthy shirt and stared dumbly at it. "You can keep it," Eddie offered generously, glancing sideways at Joey, who was grinning. "It'll remind you of our date." Maria pulled the shirt on, tugging vainly at the bottom. As large as her breasts were, the shirt stuck out straight in front of her, only just covering her breasts. She clamped her hands over the front, trying to hold the bottom edge down over her breasts, and stood for a while as the boys continued watching the movie. "Can I have a ride?" she asked sniffled timidly. "I don't have enough gas to get you home," Eddie grunted, not turning to look at her. Maria stood uncertainly for a while longer, until Eddie sighed, irritated. "You got money for a cab?" he demanded. "How much is a cab?" she asked. "How the fuck should I know, where do you live??" he snapped. Jesus this was what came with porking high-school chicks, you practically had to tie their fucking shoes for them afterwards. "North Ridge". "Shit, ten bucks, plus tip. Can you cover that?" he asked. Maria nodded, biting her lower lip, unbidden tears beginning to leak out of her face. "Joey, go call her a cab." "Phone's disconnected," Chris grunted. Speed had apparently crashed and was snoring loudly, sprawled face down in the middle of the floor. "Give her a quarter to make a phone call down at the gas station," Eddie ordered Chris. "Fuck you, she's your date," Chris grunted, not turning away from the movie. Eddie sighed, dug into his jeans pocket and flipped a quarter that landed at Maria's feet. She stood staring dumbly at the coin. "There's a Chevron two blocks down, on Chester. They got a pay phone. You just go left from here, can't miss it." He idly picked his nose, his attention focussed on the TV. Maria picked the quarter up, walked carefully out the front door, the ancient metal screen clanging shut behind her, laughter exloding on impact. "Man I swear to God that bitch was _really_ walkin' bow-legged!" Chris gasped between peals of laughter. "I guess we fucked _that_ little slut raw," Joey agreed whole-heartedly. "Yeah, she was _definitely_ cruising for a proper plugging," Eddie joined in. "You know how it is with those little high-school chicks you pick up at The Tavern, horny little cock-suckers looking for a big hot college pole in their juicy little cunts." "Think she'll make it home ok?" Chris asked distractedly, already absorbed in the movie again. "In _this_ neighborhood??" Joey howled. "Shit she'll be lucky if she only gets porked a couple more times by the time she makes it to the gas station," Eddie speculated. "Hey, ain't that phone busted??" Chris suddenly remembered. "I been using the one at the laundromat, I thought the gas station phone was busted..." Eddie stared at Joey, Joey stared at Chris. "You really out of gas?" Joey asked Eddie. "Fu-uck," was Eddie's reply. Peals of raucous laughter filled the early morning darkness. * * * E N D * * *