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"Hot, right?"
"Pardon me?"
A girl, in a short skirt and a crop top revealing her quite impressive cleavage nods, holding a cup of beer.
"Miya twins," she explains. "They're really hot. I wouldn't say no to ride one of them, y'know. Or maybe both." She laughs and winks at me.
"They're assholes with girls," I answer, wrinkling my nose.
"How d'you know?" I suddenly got all her interest.
"I'm the manager of their team."
They're star players, wonder boys of the team and, with each other, it seems, they communicate wordlessly when Atsumu tosses to Osamu. How else would you explain the amount of times the ball touches the opposite side of the net when they get their hands on it?
"Hey, have you seen that spike?" Osamu nudges me. Quite painfully, actually. I try to smile, but it looks more like grimace.
"Yes, I have," I lie. Otherwise I will be accused in not paying enough attention to the game and manager responsibilities.
Attention.
That's what they like. They feed on cheering of the crowd, applause, their names, written on banners. And it's still not enough.
Every time I'm close to one of them, they try to hit on me, pretending it's just a joke, just a poke for a fun. But whenever they have a chance and separate me from the rest of the team, their words are not that easy anymore, the tone changes from teasing to demanding and they try to touch me in all places inappropriate.
It had started from the beginning of this year. Like they've finally figured out what girls are for and wanted to try it out. It wasn't me only who they teased, catcalled or harassed. They slammed other girls into tight spaces and had their hands all over them too. But because they gained fame for the school last year, winning the Nationals, they're untouchable. As much as they're insufferable.
That's why I'm happy it's the last game of the season. My last game with their team. That's my last year, a few weeks more and I'm gonna be out of the high school.
The only thing that separates me from being done with the volleyball team and Miya twins is the end of the season party.
I tried to skip it, but Yuzuha, the junior manager, begged me to go with her, cause she was the first year and pretty scared to be the only girl.
"You won't be," I tried to reason her, "There're gonna be Kita's and Suna's girlfriends."
"But I don't know them, I just saw them on the games a couple of times, that's it!" Yuzuha answered, tears in her eyes.
"Okay, but I gonna leave early."
And it's eight in the evening and I'm ready to go home when Miya Osamu catches me on the way to the girls' changing room. He holds a glass in his hand and looks slightly disheveled from dancing and enjoying all the festivities. The party is nice, all the players and the coach came up to me to say some words of apprehension and wish good luck on exams. I said the same to Kita and other players who are in the last year as well.
"Hey, are you going already? There's still a lot of fun ahead," Miya says, observing my outfit. I decided to wear a silk blouse and a skirt and though both of them cover as much skin as possible, I feel Miya undress me with his stare.
"I just feel tired," I lie.
"Here, at least have the last drink," Osamu shoves me a glass and watches how I empty it in a few gulps.
"Thanks, Osamu," I return the glass and smile.
"No worries," he smirks back.
It sends chills running down my neck. Miya turns around and leaves though, so I go to the changing room, trying to suppress the feeling of premonition that starts nagging my mind.
But when I'm changing my shoes to get back home, I notice there's something wrong. My head is lighter, though I didn't feel any alcohol in the drink Osamu gave me. It starts to spin and I sit down on the bench, to feel the support. I hear the door open and ask:
"Yuzuha, is that you? Can you call the coach, please, I don't feel well."
No one answers me.
"Yuzuha?" I feel the heaviness slowly taking over my body and as I slump on the bench, I see a man's figure over me, before I slide into the darkness.
I'm coming to my senses to find myself in the backroom of the volleyball court. Sport equipment is all around me, I lay on a mat and I feel very specific kind of itch below my belly. I start to scramble to get on my feet, but two tall figures surround me.
"There she is."
"You've finally came around. Would be such a shame if you missed all the fun, ain't it?"
Miya twins.
They come closer. I can feel their body heat, their breath on my skin. It wakes up restlessness inside me, the craving of the things I can't name, can't put my finger on. But there's no good in these desires. I already suspect Miyas have done something to me and now isn't the best time to give in, cause it will sure be played in their advantage.
Osamu is in front of me, Atsumu slides behind my back and pulls me onto him, making me lay on his chest. I feel something poking the small of my back and I doubt it's his smartphone.
It's hot between them, hot between my legs, hot between my folds. It's burning like hell and even fucking Niagara waterfall won't be able to extinguish the fire. I sigh out, but it sounds like whine in the heat that's consuming me right now.
"Our little manager is so cute when she's needy," Atsumu leers at me, licking my neck. His mouth is greedy, insatiable, his tongue laps on my skin. I feel his teeth biting it slightly, he shakes his head like a hungry animal, tearing the prey.
Osamu isn't left behind. He pushes his knee between mine, watches my skirt riding up my thighs and chuckles in approvement. I try to get it back, but my hands are immediately hostaged with Atsumu's hold and his brother is now looking down at my panties, wet with the forced slick from the drug running in my system.
"Don't you worry," Atsumu whispers, "Samu will take care about that pretty pussy of yours." He starts to suckling my neck and I feel hickeys forming under his mouth.
"That's right," Osamu says as his fingers are moving my panties to the side, divide my drenched folds and slip in one by one until...
"What the fuck?! Wait- Are you a virgin?" Osamu stares at me with disbelief and surprise on his face. Atsumu stills and I hear his breath hitch.
I nod, red and embarrassed, hoping that's gotta stop them. But my heart skips a beat and I feel numb when I see a victorious smile on Osamu's face.
"Looks like we've hit the bingo, Tsumu!"
"Who would've thought that nobody claimed our little manager's sweet pussy before us," Atsumu cheers. "It's gonna be all ours."
"P-please," my voice is small, begging, "Please don't do that."
Osamu stills suddenly, takes fingers out of me and squares me between his hands. His eyes are roaming on my face, studying its expression.
"Why don't you want us?"
I guess my face goes "Huh?", cause he goes on.
"You fucking reject us all the time, never try to listen what we say, ignore... Uh-uh, listen," he stops me as I try to say something, "You," he shoves his finger, covered with my slick into my face, "You always try to escape us, always make this face like we're nothing to you, like we don't deserve you, like you have nothing to do with us."
I feel Atsumu getting harder behind me and sliding slightly, so his cock under the pants slips between my buttocks. He starts to grind in small movements.
"You always behave like we don't exist, running away as long as the game finishes, like we're not important to you," Osamu carries on. "Do you know how humiliated we feel? We, the best in this fucking school, we did everything to gain your attention and you threw it away over and over again."
Does he mean all this harassment was only for me to get them some signs of appreciation?
"But now," Osamu smiles, "All of you are gonna be for us only."
He dives and I hear how my panties fabric tears under his hungry fingers and the next thing I feel is his mouth on me. It's hot, matches my synthetic heat, wet tongue mixes his spit with my slick. He laps at me and soothes a bit the unbearable, annoying yearning under my folds' skin.
I involuntary let out a moan, covering immediately it with my hand that's got freed from Atsumu's hold and see the predator smile on Osamu's face. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you can moan all you want, there's nobody but us around." My voice gets stuck in my throat and the thought of calling for help is replaced by the feeling of hopelessness. Atsumu meanwhile unbuttons my blouse and frees me of my bra.
"Fuck, just look at these, Samu," he squeezes my tits and plays with nipples as his brother shoves his fingers inside me again.
This time he doesn't stop at hymen. He pushes further and I feel it burn like a very bad sting inside. When he gets fingers out, I can see blood on them.
I never considered being a virgin as something valuable, but the fact that it was taken forcefully, by the men who I really didn't want to even see around, makes me miserable, humiliated.
I found myself gasping for air, tears streaming on my cheeks, all the senses muted, even though Osamu is pumping his fingers inside and Atsumu sucks at my nipples. He stops when a teardrop falls on his nose, raises his head to my face and starts to kiss my cheeks, my forehead, trying to dry out tears.
"Shhhh, baby, it may hurt a little, but we're gonna make you feel real good. Just let us. Y'know, you just have to have a little more faith in us, just give in a little and you gonna feel how good we can be to you. You know we're always aim for perfection, right? We trained hard for this too, sweetheart. Fucked as many girls as we can and now we gonna put all the effort into you."
Like I do care about them or all the girls they fucked. It's not surprising, giving their popularity, but why wasn't it enough for them?
"Let me go," I manage to find my voice and they stop. For a fraction of a second I really think they'll do that.
"You don't go anywhere, sweetheart," Osamu's voice is pure steel, full of something that makes me shiver and scatter away even there's nowhere to move. I'm only pressing closer to Atsumu's groin and hear him moan. "Don't you get it? We want you. And we're not gonna let you go anywhere until we've had our fill with you."
"And don't you think anyone might help you," Atsumu adds, unzipping his jeans, "Our uncle works in the police. And the coach and the team are gonna cover for us if they want Nationals victory for another round."
"It's not- I'm not- I don't want you!" I scream, kicking Osamu on the shins. He swears, catches my ankles and spreads my legs wide. Atsumu is already gripping my wrists. I expect Osamu go mad like he usually does when something is going wrong, but he tells me in the sweetest voice:
"Baby, how far do you think you'll go until that little pills we gave you gonna hit you full? You've already felt that, right? Trust me, you're gonna fuck the first stranger you'll meet, you're gonna fucking beg for anyone to fill you. Don't you wanna your first time to be with someone who really cares about you? About your pleasure? And if you -" His voice is hard now, close to snarl, "Fucking let us, if you won't fucking be such an asshole, then we'll do our best, baby."
I don't wanna them to touch me. I don't wanna them to fuck me. But I can feel the heat that was building slowly now taking over me in the way I can't resist. And I don't want to fuck any stranger. I try to think straight. That I might to get out and lock myself in the changing room. Or somewhere else. At the school maybe.
So I squirm, trying to get out. But this time the sensation of Atsumu's dick teasing sensitive spots between my buttocks through thin fabric is hard to ignore. It makes me want to grind on him.
This is bad. This is really bad.
I want this feeling to go away, but it seems Atsumu smells the air has changed cause he tears my skirt up, so my naked skin touches his freed cock.
And the touch is scorching.
His cock is hard, I can feel it's leaking precum. Drops of it wet my ass and it feels heavenly, like the rain on the drained soil. Unconsciously, I slide a bit, to host his cock, welcome it comfortably, place it more neatly between two parts of my ass.
"Atta girl," I hear from Osamu, his big palms find my face and I feel his mouth on mine.
It's not sweet and sensual. It's demanding, claiming, all teeth and spit. He groans into the kiss. The sound of it soaks deep into me, burning the need brighter, making it even more unbearable. I feel his fingers inside me again and this time my body moves on its own to take them deeper.
"Shit," Atsumu swears as my buttocks hug his cock. "Samu, hold on a bit, she's a fucking menace, her ass squeezes me so tight."
Osamu chuckles "I knew you gotta be good for us, baby." He slides down, groping my tits and then his mouth envelopes my nipple. He licks it, licks off the sweat drops under my tits and the wet trails he leaves feel like heaven, cooling my burning skin. I feel myself on the verge of asking them for more and bite my lip to stop the words.
Atsumu notices me breathing hard. "C'mon, baby," he says, "Let it go." I move a little and his cock slides out in front of me. "Touch me."
I don't want to. But Osamu takes my hand and wraps my palm around the hot and heavy organ. He guides my movement, my shaky fingers. Atsumu gives out a loud moan.
"Fuck, that's- that's- fuck! Damn, Samu, I won't hold long if you-"
"You better keep your load, Tsumu, don't forget what we're here for," Osamu lets go of my hand and I immediately follow the suit in rush. He doesn't seem very happy about it, but decides not to say anything, filling my pussy with his fingers instead.
Now they feel way different. Now they're not enough. Atsumu's hands roam all over my body while his brother stares in my eyes, his fingers pressing on the exac-
Orgasm comes out of nowhere. My whole body squeezes and my muscles around Miya's fingers try to relax, but they're too thick and only when he takes out one of three that were in me I whine, feeling how they let go. The breath goes out in rasp and sharp sounds and a few moments pass when I understand that's the only sound around. It looks like both Miyas stopped breathing at all.
I wriggle. And everything comes into movement. Osamu's head is between my legs again, he licks the remains of my orgasm like a thirsty dog and Atsumu's grip is tighter, painful even on my waist.
"Fuck," he breathes out. "Can you imagine, baby, how long we've waited for this? You, in our hands, completely ours, cumming for us?"
He suddenly looks over my shoulder, "Samu, don't you wanna share?"
What does he-
I gasp as Osamu rises up and kisses Atsumu full on the mouth, smearing my slick, his spit all over.
"We have to be the best for you, baby," Osamu answers on my surprised look, licking his lips. "So we took any opportunity to train. But that was only an appetizer. It's time for the main course."
He shackles off his pants and my fuzzy mind is trying to escape the reality as I see his size. Is Atsumu this big as well? I didn't fully realized it, when I held him.
"Don't you worry, it's gonna fit just fine," Atsumu strokes my sides, like he's calming a pet. His brother is already pushes the head of his cock in and I hold my inhale until Atsumu tells me to breath as Osamu fills me full. "Fuck-, she's so fucking tight, Tsumu," Osamu bottoms out and stills. I writh, the searing sensation in the pit of my belly spreads wider, but Atsumu stops my hands and feet once again. "I wanna taste, Samu," he says and I feel how Osamu's cock slips out of my pussy only to be reimplanted by Atsumu's. I cry out - the movement is harsh, Atsumu slams his hips on my pelvis. "Fuck, you're right, Samu. The best fucking pussy I've had."
They start moving and I'm losing myself in this movement. In and out, they're seamlessly perfect in changing each other, like they playing one of the games: when one is tossing, the other receives and pushes the ball over the net. And I feel how my body is responding. How it treacherously leans into their hands, sits deeper on their cocks, searches for their touch. I almost at the edge again. But then I give the energy to listen what they say, cause my body suffers from the lack of their cocks.
"C'mon, Tsumu, she's already worked up, she gonna take us nice and fine, ain't ya, cutie?"
"Wha-? No? You can-" Somehow I manage to catch the meaning and try to slam my fists on Osamu's chest, but he catches them as
Atsumu pushes the head of his cock simultaneously with Osamu.
I gasp at the stretch. As they move ahead, my walls give in under the attack of two cocks and in a few seconds I feel full to the brim and squished between the brothers. I shudder when Atsumu purrs in my ear "You have to thank Osamu, sweetheart, I wanted to try your ass, but your pussy is so good, so nice and tight taking us both, I'll give your pretty back hole some time to prepare. But as you're this talented in hosting two dicks at once, next time be sure to stretch you ass hole good enough to take us both too."
I want to say there's no gonna be the next time, but they speed up and now only it comes to my mind they're both bare, no condoms. And they're about to cum inside of me.
"Stop! Stop! You've got to stop!" My voice is harsh, raw, like I screamed a lot and I don't remember myself screaming. "Not inside, please!"
I see Atsumu's brows furrow like he doesn't understand the reason of my panic. But then he smiles, leans to my face while his brother keeps pounding me and whispers "Can you imagine how hard is it gonna be to tell who's the father if you got pregnant?" and they both cum. Groaning, tightening their grips on me, delighted.
I feel numb. Minutes pass but I sit still, like a broken doll on the mat.
The semen is dripping slowly out of me. Atsumu takes out tissues and starts to clean me, but I jump away.
"Easy, we gotta keep you nice and clean if we're want to carry on with the fun, sweetheart. Do you think we're really ready to let you go?"