Immoral System 15 Felicity 3

Felicity murmured the name unknowingly.

"Did you say something?"

The person who asked didn't stop what he's doing. Felicity shook her head, her legs widely spread. Her fair skin glowed and she was fully naked. A man rubbed his thing to her flooded entrance which made her moan.

"Is that a girl's name? Quite unique."

"Did she do something bad to you? Honey, you know we can't allow you to be unhappy so if that Sofony did, we're always ready to move the gang. We'll **** her and then kill her for you."

"....No, don't, that's not it."

In a suspiciously dark and dirty gangsters' hideout, Felicity was in the mercy of three average-looking rough men. The first one was already pushing his manhood inside her wet cave. The second one who spoke was still undressing as he watched the high-speed action of the first, and the third was busily playing with her twin peaks. The third rubbed his own thing and laughingly sandwiched it between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s before starting to move his own waist.

Felicity's eyes rolled until almost the white part only remained, her mouth never stopped letting out shameful and lewd cries. The feeling of two rough men violating her greatly excited her. The pleasure was not the same level of being normally embraced by a single person. It was what's truly making her addicted. Even though she allowed those school boys to feast on her, she preferred rough men like these three because they were so vulgar and rough.

"Ooooohhhhhh! More! Faster! Pierce me more! Aah, my other hole is empty, when are you going to insert that, you a.s.shole!"

The second man roared in delight for the s.l.u.t's words. He rudely penetrated the a.n.u.s of the girl and raced with the first guy as they thrust.

"Oh! Bang me more! So slow! d.a.m.n it!"

"Our honey is very noisy without a fourth baddie slamming a c.o.c.k in her mouth."

The first guy closed his eyes as he sped up. Felicity actually really wanted a hot rod in her mouth so she forcefully grasped the rod on her chest and brought it to her mouth. The third gangster growled with pleasure and started thrusting deep to her throat.

The first c.u.mmed. The second followed a few minutes later, almost the same time as the one who suddenly spurted out white stuff inside her mouth.

The three laid exhausted on her body while Felicity wiped the fluids from her lips.

She thought about her best friend, who was actually the one she truly loved. She knew he loved her as well. The problem was her. Just what happened earlier was her nasty secret. As a nymphomaniac, a person living a l.u.s.tful life, she would never be able to fight back the urge to do it with many people. In a principle-shackled world like this, it was unfair and immoral.

She closed her eyes, her breathing rough and unsteady. Her body was flooded with love juices and sweat inside and outside, with the aftertaste still bringing her desire and wanting.

When did she become like this?

It all started when her own father raped her when she was still fourteen. The act left a trauma on her. However, she later discovered that her own body was asking for it so she, with tears on her eyes, actively sought out her father and got embroiled into an incestuous father-daughter relationship.

Actually, just yesterday, her father did her behind, his hand covering her mouth while she was clutching on the sofa of the living room, her mother was in the kitchen cooking their dinner. The pleasure she felt that time was very much the same with what she would get in a four play. Her father came within four times. They did it raw. And she felt like dying because the shame of feeling so good to her own father's f.u.c.king upped the s.e.xual satisfaction.

'For three whole years, my body had developed so much. How many men have touched me already? Probably more than two hundred? No, aside from my father, his workmates, my boyfriend, my boyfriend's gang and these real gangsters, there are also the b.a.s.t.a.r.d teachers and random drunkards, beggars and other lowlives I encounter every night I go out for experiences. Maybe already three hundred...?'

Felicity did not go home after her meeting with Chris but instead invited herself in this gang's headquarter hidden in a very messy squatter's area.

She asked for a meeting with Chris, because she finally realized she had to let go. A person liked her who could even make out with her father, with a gang, with random strangers, could not love, did not deserve to be loved. Even if she accepts Chris, she would only be betraying him the moment he looked away from her because a single person, much less a conservative one, wouldn't be able to satisfy her overly hungry body.

She cried. The rough gangsters were going at it again, and she cried because she couldn't stop the thirst for this pleasurable group play. It was really an abyss of carnal bliss. She couldn't go back anymore.

'Ah... Maybe the last thing I could do for him is pushing him to a better girl. Like Sofony. I have already hurt him enough when I made myself Floyd's nominal girlfriend.'

With the still not dried tears, he accepted the manhood that was pushed into her lips without even any reluctance. In all fours, the scene depicted a boy in front with his rod inside the mouth, two men were at the rear, one pushing at the flower, one at the hole meant for excretion. The sweat, the smell of s.e.x polluted the dark and dirty room. But it was not as dirty as Felicity's body broken by the immorality of loving someone, getting loved by that someone, but having to offer her body and soul to other rough, dirty men not her beloved one because the l.u.s.t completely triumphed over that very same pure love.

Today, she c.u.mmed more than she could even count.

...

While a girl was lost in pleasure in another location, somewhere another girl was quietly hugging her body on top of her bed.

'He did not come, it's already the second day.'

She felt so lonely. It was very cold. The blanket was draped over her but she couldn't stop feeling cold and empty.

She quietly read it, her hand started to reach out to that part and bypa.s.sed the delicate piece of cloth, her other hand fondling her twin peaks. Her eyes closed, the room was filled with unrestrained pants and l.u.s.tful moaning minutes after minutes.

'Hey... Why didn't you come? I found out already. I miss you.'

'My body is missing you...'

When she finished pleasuring herself, she realized it was enough, it still felt empty.

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