Patreon Compilation – Fic#286 – Hana/Multiple – multiple orgasms; party favor – The Party's Still Not Over (Patreon)

Hana/Multiple – Hana (enthusiastically) offered herself as the main attraction in a team building exercise. She might go unconscious half-way through but that doesn't mean the others can't keep going ahead with the fun. And she wakes up again after all :)

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Hana is not unused to blacking out after a long night of gaming and stuffing herself on sugary drinks and salty snacks. The waking after is always a rough one; full of her not knowing where the fuck she is, what time it is or even what damn year.

This time it’s different, though. As her consciousness starts to resurface, her first thoughts are that she is being jostled. Her next that she is being fucked.

Her eyes jerk open. She’s staring up at a ceiling, feeling herself getting pushed over the slick surface of what she assumes is a table while a massive cock slides through her swollen pussy and pushes in so deep it feels like it is pushing up against her diaphragm.

“Oh, I… oh dear… I think she is awake?”

The deep, bumbling voice, even out of breath as it is now, can only belong to one man: Winston.

“Her uh… her insides are-”

Someone leans over her, blocking out the aching light of the overhead lamp. She can’t make out a face but here, too, the voice is unmistakable; this time it belongs to Morrison.

“There you are, princess. So nice of you to join us again. We went ahead and just kept the party going – that’s alright with you, isn’t it? After all, you so graciously offered yourself for this team building exercise in the first place.”

She blinks slowly. It’s not like she is feeling alarmed. She’s not feeling much of anything other than the big dick now completely motionless in her belly, spreading her swollen pussy wide open.

Someone calls out: “Winston! Come on, dude – you’ve been working her over for half an hour or something, I got another load coming already!”

Hana has trouble sorting that voice to any particular person. The thought that she is getting fucked by Winston of all people is somehow sending her into a near cardiac arrest.

She struggles to lift her head and focus her eyes on the massive, hairy body between her thighs. She opens her mouth but her tongue flops out and all she can do is groan incoherently, insides clenching down in what feels like the onset of the most spontaneous orgasm she’s ever had.

She flops backward again, too exhausted to really hold herself up for long.

“Okay, someone flip her over so she doesn’t choke on it if she has to puke…”

Winston pulls his cock out of her swollen, desperately gripping cunt. She whimpers but they don’t pay much attention to that. It’s honestly difficult to wrap her head around the fact that these are her team mates. They’ve been pretty considerate in the beginning… but after God knew how long of fucking her, they seem to have become rather desensitized to the noises she makes or the fact that she’s not just a blow-up doll.

The thought fries her brain a little.

She’s dumped on her belly and her head hangs off the ledge of the table. In the new position, with pressure on her womb, she can feel the many lods they’ve pumped into her pretty much squirting back out. The wet, bubbling sound of the mess of thick cum squeezing out of her hole is loud enough that Lúcio starts to giggle.

He’s got an erection again and he’s nudging it into her limp hand, making her close her fingers around it so he can fuck against her palm.

Hana tries to do… something for him, but someone is egging Winston on again – she feels it might be Genji – and he shuffles closer, pushing his dick back against her swollen pussy and stuffing some of the cum back inside her with his slow slide in.

Her legs twitch pathetically, insides squeezing down on him. She tries to remember where she passed out now that her brain is slowly coming back to her and she remembers that… yeah… she offered herself up for this little team building exercise. She did that. She pulled up her skirt and showed the whole room how she’s not wearing anything underneath and asked them if they wanted to see just how many times they could make her come on their big juicy dicks.

Hana… thinks she might have passed out during Morrison’s turn, but she’s honestly not all that positive about it. He’s been rough and mean, slapping her around and pulling on her hair and stuffing his thick fingers down her throat until she had to gag – and it’s been so fucking good that she’s come harder than she ever has in her life. She thinks. It might have been that that caused her to black out.

Maybe? It’s not that important at the end. What is important is what happened after that.

They had just kept going? They had just kept pulling a train on her while she was passed out and helpless, head lolling from side to side as they grunt fucked her pussy and destroyed her on their cocks?

Fuck… that’s so hot.

She tries to say as much, but all that comes out of her is an unarticulated gnnnuughh while she’s starting to drool in a thin line down to the floor. She’s busted. She’s fraying at the edges and all they keep doing is stuffing her with dick.

Someone pets her head but she has no idea who. She’s struggling to remember to keep her fist somewhat closed around Lúcio’s cock but eventually he must get bored of her lackluster effort and instead lifts her head by her hair and starts to nudge his dick against her loose, sloppy mouth.

Winston is still fucking her. She can feel the furry lower curve of his belly dragging against the top of her ass as he moves in jerky hip thrusts; like her new position has thrown him off his game, or maybe he’s just close to-

“Ah… oh dear-” He’s stutter, a low groan quickly muffled probably by his own big hand as his cock flexes inside her and pulses, cum being deposited deep inside of her.

Hana’s eyes roll up in her head. The nerve endings at the entrance of her cunt feel aflame in the best way possible. It’s not necessarily the feeling of getting her womb completely washed out by the loads of her team mates and more so the feeling of Winston pulling out and the ridge of his crown stimulating her pussy that get her to suddenly fly off into an orgasm.

Her ears are filled with the sound of her own blood rushing through her body. Her legs must be flailing. She feels two rough pairs of hands grabbing her and making sure she doesn’t slide straight off the table she’s placed on.

Lúcio sticks two fingers into the side of her mouth and keeps her jaw nice and open so she doesn’t accidentally bite down on his cock as he keeps throat fucking her through her dry orgasm.

Someone comments on the sight of her pussy contracting and more cum dribbling out of her. She just about catches the tail-end of that as she starts to calm down and the shapes that look suspiciously like cocks stop appearing in her vision like black holes.

Lúcio’s cock twitches on her tongue. He’s been drooling pre-cum almost continuously. It’s salty and watery and she can’t help the clumsy motion of her tongue trying to awkwardly stuff herself in between his swollen glans and the soft fold of his foreskin.

His foreskin is too tight for it; not like Cassidy who has just so much for her to play with – but that doesn’t mean that she won’t try anyway.

Lúcio must like it. He’s softly laughing… but then again, he’s always kind of grinning, giggling, chortling, just having a good old time – and Hana loves that about him. Just like she loves how Morrison is such a hardass and mean and doesn’t shy away from slapping her around a bit with those big, rough hands of his.

All the boys have something irresistible about them. It’s why she let them play with her like this in the first place. Why she let them absolutely ruin her and destroy her poor pussy on their big, rude dicks. Why she let them pump her full of cum until she’s bloated with it and it’d be a right hassle to find out who her baby daddy is.

She’s on the pill but it’s so fun to think of it anyway. Of seeing them squirm and sweat as she progressively gets rounder, everybody wondering who it might hit.

Someone else is stepping up behind her. She does not know who it is. It might be Genji, after all the fuss he made about Winston taking too long with her.

They’re slapping their dick against her cunt, watching her legs jerk as some little orgasmic aftershocks rush through her system, then ram it into her until she is absolutely sure they will meet up with Lúcio’s cock somewhere in the middle.

Darkness is creeping in at the edges of her vision. She’s probably going to pass out again soon… but they will just keep going.