Icelander Magnus Anally Fucks Becky

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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-year-old.

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Becky, a virgin, and who wants to stay a virgin until she marries, is forced to have drunken, non-consensual, and reluctant, anal sex for the first time.

Alone without her posse of girlfriends to watch her back, something she’d never normally do by herself, 22-year-old Becky was having fun letting loose at a frat party in a fraternity house. Something she’d never do if she was sober, even when on spring break, calling too much unwanted, sexual attention to herself, Becky stood on the coffee table in the middle of the room seductively dancing like the whore she wasn’t. Gyrating her hips and twerking while having a good, drunken time, she was giving all the drunken men a real, sexual show of her sexy and shapely body.

At 5’11” tall, even taller with her heels, and taller than most men, looking like a fashion model standing on a podium while dancing in a club, her head nearly hit the ceiling of the frat house basement. Dancing to the music while having fun, she acted as if she was alone in her bedroom dancing to her favorite songs instead of dancing at a jampack, Saturday night, drunken, out-of-control, fraternity party. She was giving those young, horny, and drunken men sitting on the floor around her had a great up-skirt, between her legs view of her bright white, bikini panties, her pussy slit, and her camel toe.

As if waiting for her to remove her panties and perhaps expecting her to pee on them, they stared up at her as if she was their Goddess of sexual desire. Something that Becky would never do, drunk or sober, she wasn’t into public urination. She was a good, parochial school girl. A shy woman who was always uncomfortable about her beauty and her body, dancing drunk while flashing her panties was an unprecedented move to flash men that she didn’t know her panties while dancing on a table.

Most times, she played the modest virgin because that was who she was. Most times, she stayed in the background as if she was part of the wallpaper. Most times she didn’t go to clubs or hang out in bars. Most times, she went home to study while her friends continued to have more drunken fun by having sex with men they didn’t know and had just met. Instead of having random sex in the way all of her friends were, she was saving herself for her husband, whomever he may be.

She was too drunk to know and drunkenly unaware that she was flashing her panties to the men sitting on the floor in front of her. Something she’d be so embarrassed to discover later, she was too drunk to know and immodestly and immorally unaware of their unwanted and inappropriate sexual advances and touches. The men standing around her reached out to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra and felt her ass through her short skirt and panties. Pawing her and groping her as if she was their personal pet, men continually reached out to touch her and reached up to feel her through her clothes.

Exposing her panty clad ass and pussy to the crowd, one man even lifted her short skirt to her waist and held it there to the wild and appreciated cheers of the crowd. With it happening so often and so fast, Becky didn’t know that she was as exposed until men started touching her ass, feeling her ass, squeezing her ass, patting her ass, and fingering her pussy through her panties. With nothing and no one to stop them from pulling down her panties and having sex with her right there, she was lucky that didn’t happen. Had someone pulled down her panties, a dozen men would have raped her and gangbanged her.

Poor, sweet, dear Becky. Woe is she. She slapped their hands away while continuing to dance but to no avail. They continued touching her, feeling her, groping her, and sexually assaulting her.

Having a good dancing time on her own, Becky loved to dance. Yet, unable to find a dancing partner, not wanting to call attention to the differences in their heights, most shorter men were embarrassed and/or lacked the confidence to dance with her. As if playing the part of a stripper, all she needed was a pole, a boa, balloons perhaps, and some strippers’ music. Yet, being that she was so sexy, so shapely, so beautiful, and albeit so shy, most men were content just to stare at her while watching her dance in her street clothes.

As if she was dancing with someone on the coffee table, giving men a close-up view of her bright white, bikini panties, she twerked with her long legs spread wide open. She bounced and bobbed her big, blouse and bra clad breasts while dancing, moving her hips, and gyrating her ass to the rhythm of the loud music. Weaving her hips one way while bobbing her torso the other way, she continued moving and dancing to the music as if she was in a dancing competition with herself. As most men in attendance would agree, that was so hot to see a woman sexually dancing while wearing a short skirt and flashing her bright, white, bahis firmaları bikini panties.

Again, as if she was home alone in her bedroom, she seductively reached behind her head to release her hairclip that held her long, black hair in place. As if she was ready to give free blowjobs, she shook her head to loosen the confinement of her long hair. Just as there was something so sexual to watch a woman dancing, there was something so sexual when watching a woman nod her head to shake her loose before shaking her hair in place. Especially when she was sexually dancing, Becky was such a uniquely beautiful and an erotic sight to see.

Her bright, green eyes that contrasted with her fair complexion and her thick, lush, raven hair sparkled like gemstones. Her rare beauty caused men to stare lustfully in her eyes before looking down at the rest of her sexy, shapely body. A stunning sight to see was made much more interesting when she suddenly volunteered to remove her clothes. What man in his right mind, drunk or sober, wouldn’t want to watch Becky strip herself naked?

“Would you like to watch me strip off my clothes?”

Focusing on no one while looking at everyone, Becky looked around the room while smiling.

“Yeah,” cheered the crowd of men. “We’d love to watch you strip off your clothes.”

What man wouldn’t enjoy watching her strip off her clothes? As if she was feeling her own shapely tits, Becky slowly and seductively slid her hands over her big breasts before slowly and seductively sliding her hands down and over the rest of her sexy, shapely body. Seductively teasing the men with her dancing and now with her willingness to voluntarily strip off her clothes, the men and even some women in attendance were wild with sexual desire for her.

“Would you like to see me dance in my bra and panties? Let’s see a show of hands. Who would like to see me dance in my bra and panties?”

Continuing to tease the drunken men, the men cheered their enthusiasm of her volunteering to strip down to her bra and panties.

“Yeah, we want to watch you strip down to your bra and panties. Yeah, we want to see you dance in your bra and panties,” the cheered while raising their hands.

Continuing to sexually tease the men, Becky slid slow hands seductively over her breasts while fingering her big nipples through her blouse and bra. Then, continuing to play with her tits through her clothes, she moved her hands beneath her blouse and bra clad breasts. As if juggling bowling balls, she bounced her big breasts with her hands, first one, then the other, and then both together. Finally, quite the erotic sight to see and that men would assuredly love to watch her do when topless, she lifted her big tits through her clothes and squeezed them together as if offering her shapely breasts to the men.

“Would you like to see me topless? Let’s see a show of hands. Who would like to see my big, naked tits? Who would like to see my shapely, naked breasts?” She looked down at her hands cupping her tits through her clothes before looking back up at the men. “Who would like to see my naked areolas and my erect nipples? Let’s see a show of hands. Who would you like to watch me dancing topless with my naked tits bouncing and swaying?”

As if she was giving something away for free and indeed she was, the men were wild from her teasing them.

“We’d love to see your big, naked tits,” yelled the men raising their hands. “We’d love to see your areolas and nipples. We’d love to watch you dancing topless.”

Looking from one man to the next, yet too drunk to focus on any one man without getting dizzy, Becky dizzyingly looked around the room. Every time she smiled, they cheered. Every time she stuck out her hip and/or kicked out her leg, they cheered. With men seated below her and more men standing around her ready to catch her should she fall, obviously dizzy from having too much to drink and dancing, she started to stagger as if she was ready to fall.

“Let’s see a show of hands again,” she said unmercifully teasing the men. “Who would like to watch me strip naked?”

The men yelled. The men cheered. The men raised their hands while holding dollar bills over their heads.

“Show us your naked ass, Becky. Show us your naked pussy, Becky. Show us your naked tits, Becky. Naked, naked, naked, we want to see you naked, Becky,” they cheered. “Naked, naked, naked, strip yourself naked, Becky. Naked, naked, naked. Becky, Becky, Becky.”

Obviously none of the men in attendance wanted to miss the impromptu striptease show of Becky stripping herself naked. With those standing deep behind those who were sitting, the crowd of drunken men that surrounded the coffee table where Becky was standing and was about to strip herself naked at a frat party swelled. With dollar bills ready in hand and poised overhead, they threw their money at her while egging her on to remove her clothes.

The men and women in attendance all obviously wanted and hoped that she’d strip herself naked. They continued kaçak iddaa yelling and cheering their encouragement for her to undress. If it wasn’t enough that she had been seductively dancing, now that she volunteered to strip herself naked, the drunken men were wild with sexual desire to see her naked body. Alas and unfortunately, with the drunken men already out of control, if she failed to strip herself naked, the men were assuredly ready to strip her naked themselves.

“Becky! Becky! Becky! Strip! Strip! Strip! Becky! Becky! Becky! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip Becky, Strip! Strip Becky, Strip! Strip Becky, Strip!”

While laughing and wildly smiling, Becky was obviously having a good time sexually teasing the men with her willingness to voluntarily strip herself naked. Something she had never done before, she was ready to willingly and voluntarily do now. With her fingers poised on the top button of her blouse, obviously loving the attention, Becky was willing, able, and ready to strip herself naked.

Only and alas, especially in the drunken state she was in, if she dared to willingly remove her clothes by stripping herself naked, men would take that as their green light signal to have sex with her naked body. In a roomful of drunken, horny, and aggressive, young men, God only knows what would happen to her if she dared to strip herself naked. God only knows what would happen to her if she dared to resist their sexual advances once she stripped herself naked. As if they were caged, wild animals at feeding time at the zoo and she was fresh meat, a dozen cocks would fuck her every hole.

Undoubtedly, whether she wanted to have sex with that many men or not, whether she wanted them to have sex with her or not, she’d be set upon. As if she was a virgin, and indeed she was a virgin, sacrificed to the God of their fraternity house, if she didn’t strip herself naked, she’d be stripped naked and violently raped. If she didn’t strip herself naked and willingly have sex with all in attendance, she’d be deemed a cockteaser. If she stripped herself naked and willingly had sex with them all, she’d be deemed a whore. A lose/lose situation, she had no one to blame but herself for putting herself in such a precarious and perilous position.

If she dared to willingly remove her clothes by stripping herself naked, what would happen wouldn’t be sex. If she dared to willingly remove her clothes by stripping herself naked, she’d be brutally assaulted and violently attacked. She’d be raped by at least a dozen drunken men who’d never take no for an answer.

What would happen wouldn’t be sex but violence. What would happen would be a violent assault. It would be rape. Everyone had already taken videos of her with their cell phones as their proof that she teased them and voluntarily asked them if they wanted her to strip naked. With her having no recourse or penalties later, she’d have no legal defense for rape. Whether willingly or unwillingly, doomed to be their sexual entertainment for the night, Becky was doomed by her own drunken behavior.

If she dared to willingly remove her clothes by stripping herself naked, especially in the drunken state of mind that she was in, she’d be gangbanged. With one man mounting her after another, they’d be a cackle of horny hyenas in a wild, violent frenzy for those who were hungry for violent sex instead of for food. With men intent on sticking their cocks in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy, and even up her ass, she’d get much more than she had bargained for, but she was drunk. She was so very drunk and too drunk to know better.

Yet, unaware of the dire danger she had innocently put herself in, she was having fun. She was having a good time. Yet, she was drunk. She was so drunk. She was too drunk to for her to have her wits about her. She was too drunk to defend herself. If she didn’t strip herself naked, she was too drunk to stop them from stripping her naked. She was too drunk to stop them from raping her and gangbanging her. She was too drink to save herself from their violent attack.

Poor Becky. Poor, sweet, beautiful, innocently naive Becky. Woe was Becky. Woe was Becky. Going from virgin to whore, was this to be her fate? Whether she voluntarily stripped herself naked or not, she was doomed to be stripped naked. Whether she wanted to have sex with a dozen men or not, she was doomed to be fucked multiple times. She was doomed to suck a dozen cocks. Poor virginal Becky. Obviously, tonight was the last night of her virginity and she’d be lucky if someone didn’t impregnate her with their bastard child.

Different for women than it was for men when drunk, she was in trouble. She had voluntarily and willingly put herself at risk and in danger of not only being sexually violated but violently hurt. God knows what would happen to her with her allowing a roomful of men to have their wicked, sexual, and violent way with her naked body. Someone needed to take pity on her. Someone needed to stop this lunacy and end this drunken madness. Someone needed to help kaçak bahis her. Someone needed to save her. Yet who? There was no one there to help her. She was there alone.

Yet, with every man and woman in attendance part of the impromptu striptease show, there was no one left to save Becky. With every man and women in attendance enjoying the show, they all encouraged her to strip naked. They all wanted to watch her dance in her bra and panties. They all wanted to watch her dance topless. They all wanted to see her naked tits, her naked ass, and her naked pussy. They all wanted to see Becky naked. They all wanted to watch Becky dance naked. Then, once naked, from her being naked to her having sex with multiple partners was such an easy transition to make.

“Someone save Becky from herself. Someone help her,” would be the cry, the hope, and the plea if this was a movie and she was the poor, helpless star about to be set upon by dozens of horny, drunken men. “Save her! Help her! Please don’t let this happen to her.”

Yet, this wasn’t a movie. This was real life and a live, perilous situation unfolding at a drunken, frat party with her surrounded by drunken, horny, and violently aggressive, young men. There was no one there to help her and certainly there was no one there to save her. In a crowd of sixty people, she was alone. She was on her own. If she dared to strip herself naked, with there no one to blame but herself, she’d be the victim of a violent attack. She’d cause such a sexual and violent frenzy that it couldn’t be stopped until it was over.

Lost in the moment and as if she didn’t know what she was doing, she began unbuttoning her blouse while invitingly smiling down at the crowd of horny men. As if she was alone in her bedroom undressing herself for bed, she seemed so unaware that dozens of eyes were watching her every sexual move. As if she was a drunken, drugged out woman standing on stage at spring break, she was willingly and voluntarily ready to strip herself naked.

Revealing her long, line of sexy cleavage, she held open the top of her blouse with both hands to expose the tops of her meaty breasts and her low-cut, white bra. Ready to show the drunken, cheering men even more of her beautiful body, when she stopped stripping to reach down for her drink, as if she was about to surf the crowd, she nearly fell forward. Righting herself before she fell, she returned to undressing. She unbuttoned one slow button of her blouse at a while looking down to see what each unbuttoned button revealed.

“Strip Becky, strip! Strip Becky strip! Becky! Becky! Becky! Strip! Strip! Strip!”

The drunken crowd of men and women yelled. The crowd of drunken men and women cheered. They all wanted to see Becky in her underwear. They all wanted to see Becky topless. They all wanted to see Becky naked.

“Becky! Becky! Becky! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip Becky, strip! Strip Becky, strip! Strip Becky, strip!”

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Then, from the back of the room, as if the backwall had slowly moved forward, the room suddenly felt much smaller. Casting his shadow of doom over the drunken party, a huge, supertall man with immense shoulders that made him look as if he was wearing shoulder pads, made his presence known by looming over everyone in the way of a building. As muscular as he was wide and as wide as he was tall, his neck was much thicker than most men’s arms and his arms were much bigger than most men’s thighs. Suffice to say that he was a big and powerful man.

Moving slow but purposely forceful, he pushed drunken men out of his way with a flick of his enormous hands and muscular arms as if they were rag dolls. This giant of a man moved to where Becky danced on the coffee table. Clearing the crowd as if he was their dark shadow of doom or her savior of salvation, he was a menacing force for any one or several adversaries to reckon with while sober or drunk. He knocked men over as if toppling bowling pins.

“Move! Move! Out of my way! Make a hole and make it wide! Move! Move!”

As if he was Moses parting the Red Sea, men pushed one another to clear him a path. With the top of his head brushing the acoustical ceiling tiles, creating his own eclipse, he was so big that he blocked out the reflections of the lights as he passed in front of them. The size of a professional defensive tackle on steroids, at 6’9″ tall, taller with shoes, and 320 pounds, he was a big man and the size of any two men in the room. As if he was a modern-day Hercules prepared to save Becky from herself, he looked as if he had the strength of ten, average sized men.

Just as Becky was about to pass out and fall face forward onto the men seated on the floor in front of her, the giant reached out his long, muscular arms for her over the crowd of men. As if she was a side of beef tossed from a butcher’s truck, he caught her and threw her over his right shoulder. As if a fireman rescuing her from a fire, he took charge of the situation before things got out of hand. As if he was Sir Gregor Clegane, the Hound’s older brother in the Game of Thrones, played by Hafpor Julius Bjornsson, the Icelandic strongman who holds the Viking strongman record of carrying a 33′, 1,430-pound log, five steps, he was indeed a beast.

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