A Vicious Little G******g 2 (A Reluctant and Very Rough Gangbang Story‪)‬

Kelly's attempt to put the neighborhood men in their place failed miserably the week before, but she's not a girl to give up that easily. Kelly's back, with a vengeance. Is she tough enough to handle a second vicious little g******g? Or is that exactly what she's looking for?

Warning: This story contains extremely explicit reluctant but consensual public g******g sex between adults and is intended for mature readers. If you are offended by forced deep throat, forced semen swallowing, very rough sex, reluctant sex, spanking, and gangbangs, please don't read this story.

* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *

Excerpt:
“Is that my shirt?” he said.

“Yes. I’m returning it, but I need my clothes back,” she said. He reached for the shirt, but she stepped back and clutched it closed. “Give me my clothes first.”

“Nice legs, Kelly,” Lars said. “Those heels are hot.”

She glanced back and forth between him and Mike. Mike, who looked very interested in retrieving his shirt before returning anything of hers.

“Oh, these old things?” she said, turning her left foot this way and that. They were brand new, bought just for this occasion. “They’re okay.” She looked him up and down. “Speaking of clothes, do you own anything but polos and khaki shorts?”

Indeed, except for Mike, the men were all wearing polo shirts and khaki shorts. It seemed to be the neighborhood men’s uniform of choice. Lars wore a red shirt, Benny blue, Steve white, and Jay a blue and white striped shirt.

She struck a sassy strut towards Lars, more to get some distance between her and Mike. Her new heels were loud on the concrete. The men really perked up, eyes dropping to her long, shapely legs. She got lots of compliments on her legs, especially when she wore a pair of killer heels.

Kelly moved her hand holding the shirt down to her crotch area, making the men lift their eyes to it. Eagerness started filling their faces. As the shirt above her hand started to spread open, their eyes lifted again to take in her exposed cleavage. She smiled knowingly.

Men are so easily manipulated, she thought.

"I want my shirt back," Mike said, pressing up behind her. His hands came around her, grabbed it, and pulled back and down suddenly. "Now!"

That made her teeter precariously atop her sky high heels. She stumbled and fell to her knees.

"Eeks!" she cried, stripped naked before all those horny men.

About the Author:
Cindy Sutton is not exactly the girl-next-door. She likes lipstick, stilettos, and uncompromising men who aren't afraid to take what they want. Cindy loves to read and write stories about such men, and the women who can't stay away from them.