The Birthday Gift | 2016

I left home when I was 17 and lived in a shared house in Essex in England. At first we were a house of girls, but the landlady got a boyfriend and moved out and then one by one the girls moved out. The landlady was desperate for tenants and I ended up living with 3 older guys (Sly, George and Darren) from up North working on a building project in London. George and Darren were married with kids, both big, burly and balding and Sly was a bit younger, single into his music and tattoos. All in all they were quiet enough and polite except when they had had a drink then it was best to be out or stay in my room.

One evening I had been out celebrating my 19th birthday and had had a skinful. I remember I was wearing a new red wrapround dress which had a cut out design over the swell of one breast. I used to wear Glossy underwear in skin tone which were sheer and front loading. I was happy and my lovely friends had dropped me home. My flat mates knew it was my birthday and must have heard the car pull up, so George was in the hallway and invited me into the lounge for a last birthday drink. I didn't see the harm and went into the room lit only by the TV. He sat me in the armchair he had been occupying, chatted to me as he poured me a large whiskey. Where had I been? Who had been there? What had we done? How much had I had to drink? I laughed along with him politely accepting his kind offer of a birthday drink, thinking I would then head off to bed.

There was a lull in the conversation, which diverted my attention to what was on the screen, a girl on her knees with what looked like a forest of cocks around her. I got up to leave, making apologies, shocked and disgusted, but Darren blocked the door asked me to stay, to sit and be sociable. He pushed me into the sofa next to the Sly and sat next to me with his arm over my shoulder. "This is my favourite bit" he said, as the girl was hoisted to her feet, bent over and a cock pushed into her from behind and another into her mouth. Cocks were being rubbed in her hair and wanked over her. I looked away and got up to leave again, but Darren stopped me and pulled me into his lap. "Be sociable." Kissing my cheek, holding my face towards the screen.

"Look at her sucking that cock. I bet you look good with a cock in you gob.... Look how hard they all are for her... Look at her tits... I love tits, I do... I really love your tits." I tried to push him off, but he was stronger.

Darren kissed me hard, sticking his tongue in mouth. "Mmmm." His lips vibrated. He yanked my dress off my shoulders as I struggled which excited him more and seemed to help him more than hinder.

"Guys, look at this slutty bra." He held my arms back and felt the silky cups. George came in close and he joined in feeling my gossamer covered tits. My nipples were visible through the bra and I remember him licking those spots, nipping my nipples hard and soaking my bra with his saliva.

As I protested, begged them to stop, said no over and over, fought to get out of Darren's grasp, Sly pulled my dress open more. He and George pushed at each other competing to see who would get my tits out. Sly complained that my bra was all soggy from George's spit and he didn't want a mouthful of his gob. Darren manoeuvred his jogging pants down, my dress up around my waist and his cock between my thighs. "Peek a boo. That cocks going inside you."

I was really woozy from the booze and adrenaline and it was like a moment disappeared, because the next thing I remember was pain. I cried out and heard a, "Go on Sly, she likes it." And "She's so juicy." My tits were being squished together and Sly was sucking and biting on both my nipples - actually holding them in his teeth and stretching them out. George was lapping at my pussy, driving his fat fingers inside me, and as my eyes focused, Darren pushed his cock in my mouth. I was laid out on the floor struggling to get free, but I was too drunk and they were too strong. I kept fading in and out . I heard them laughing and commenting on my body. They flipped me about, having me in different positions They twisted my nipples if I was too still and ordered me to suck, harder, stick my ass out, "open up honey, open up". They took turns to fuck my mouth, my pussy and between my tits. I woke up on that lounge floor, naked sore and covered in spunk. They had gone.

The note: Happy Birthday! Hope you liked your present. We heard you telling your friends your fantasy was to be raped and as last night was your birthday and our last night, we thought we'd make it a night to remember. We left some money for dry cleaning and new undies. George has taken them as souvenirs. We left you on the floor, so you can see what we did to you, and we've left the heating on so you don't catch your death. George, Darren, Sly. £60 was enclosed