FTM fucked by 3 males. Part 4: COLD BEERS

PART 4. COLD BEERS.
A hot stream of piss falls straight into my open mouth, filling it until it overflows from the corners. I swallow without being told, gulping down every drop while the guy with the controller doesn’t even take his eyes off the screen. He keeps playing, focused, with his cock out and me underneath like a flesh toilet.
—Deeper, asshole. Swallow it all.

When he finishes, he shakes the last drop onto my tongue and pushes my face back down against the sofa cushion. I stay there, face down, smelling of piss and sweaty fabric, while they keep on with their game as if nothing happened.

Fifteen minutes pass. Twenty. I don’t know how long I’m like that, with my face crushed against the sofa, my ass in the air, trembling from cold and submission. At some point I hear the one in the middle get up, the one with the deepest voice, and I feel his steps approaching from behind.

—What the fuck, this bitch is cold already. Let’s warm her up.

He grabs me by the ankle and drags me to the center of the living room, away from the sofa. He puts me on my back, opens my legs, and kneels between them. He gives me a sharp slap on my swollen pussy, direct, without warning. Smack. I moan and arch my back.

—Look at me when I fuck you, slut.

He shoves it all the way in at once, into my cunt, deep. He starts fucking me with a slow, measured, almost cruel rhythm. Every thrust is long, wet; I feel every centimeter of his cock opening me up. His balls slap my perineum in time.

The one from the sofa has gotten up and comes closer. He sits on the arm of the sofa, right above my face, and pulls down his pants.

—Open your mouth. I want to watch myself cum on your face.

He jerks off fast, staring at me while his friend fucks me. When he cums, streams of spunk fall onto my forehead, my eyelids, my lips. He smears my face with his glans, rubbing in the last remnants.

The third one, who was in the kitchen, comes back with three cold beers. He looks down at me, smiles, and without a word empties the whole can into my open pussy. The cold makes me scream, my whole body shudders, and the two of them laugh while the other keeps fucking me.

—That’ll close that hole up, whore.

The night goes on. They keep using me. They put me face down and fuck my ass between the three of them in turns, while the other two spit on my back and slap my ass. They make me lick their cocks after pulling them out of my ass, one after another. They piss on me again, all at once, a hot bath of piss soaking me from head to toe while I’m on my knees.

In the end, when they’re tired, they put me in the fetal position on the floor beside the sofa, and one of them rests his sweaty feet on my face while he plays.

—Stay there, quiet. If you move, I’ll beat the shit out of you.

And I stay. In the fetal position, smelling his feet, with my pussy swollen and my ass dri...