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“Mmm,” Greta hummed in agreement. “I do believe the naughty girl enjoyed her punishment. Just look at how wet she is for Dylan’s cock.”

I buried my face against the ottoman, burning with shame at their crude observations. But I couldn’t deny the truth of their words. My body ached for more of Dylan’s touch, for a fullness only he could provide.

From behind me, I heard again the obscene sounds of enthusiastic oral sex. Lila and Lydia were clearly pleasuring their suitors in real earnest now, their muffled moans mixing with grunts of satisfaction from Hank and Bill.

“That’s it, baby,” I heard Hank growl. “Suck that cock while we watch your friend get fucked.”

“Yeah,” Bill chimed in, his voice rough with arousal. “Show Dylan how eager you are to please him, Andrea. Just like our good girls here.”

Rhythmic sounds from the other side, accompanied with soft almost-snorting breaths that made me think of wild stallions, told me that Ethan and Travis were enjoying the spectacle in their own way.

“You’re a lucky SOB, Dylan,” Ethan said in a voice thick with lust.

“You owe us a few beers at least,” Travis contributed, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

My mortification at being worth only a few beers faded quickly, only adding to the building of my shameful arousal. Dylan’s fingers continued their maddening exploration, circling my clit before dipping lower to tease at the entrance to my aching sheath. I whimpered and squirmed, desperate for more.

“Please,” I sobbed, beyond caring how pathetic I sounded. “Please, sir… I need…”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Dylan murmured.

The room fell silent as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. My heart raced, knowing what was coming next. I felt Dylan move behind me, positioning himself between my spread thighs.

Then I felt it—the hot, blunt head of his cock pressing against the virgin opening, the place where I needed him, where I needed fucking so very badly. I gasped at the sensation, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and desperate need.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Dylan breathed, his voice low and thick.

“Y-yes, sir,” I whimpered, straining against the restraints that held me in place. Despite my embarrassment at being so exposed in front of everyone, I found myself trying to push back against him, silently begging him to claim me.

Dylan gripped my hips firmly, holding me still. “Easy, Andrea,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you.”

With agonizing slowness, he began to push forward. I felt myself stretching around him, my body struggling to accommodate his impressive girth. The pressure built and built until I thought I would burst.

Then, with a sudden thrust, Dylan broke through my maidenhead. I cried out at the sharp pain, tears springing to my eyes. Dylan stilled, allowing me a moment to adjust.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well. Just relax for me.”

Gradually, the pain began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of fullness. Dylan started to move, withdrawing slightly before pushing back in. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“Oh, god,” I sobbed, overcome by the intense sensations. “Dylan… sir… please…”

Dylan’s pace increased, his hips slapping against my whipped bottom with each thrust. The pain of my terrible lesson mingled with the pleasure of being filled. The mix of sensations left me dizzy and gasping.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan growled. “Take my cock like a good girl. Show everyone how well you submit to me.”

I moaned shamelessly, no longer caring about the audience watching my defloration. All that mattered was the exquisite feeling of Dylan’s cock stretching and filling me.

For several blissful minutes, Dylan fucked me with steady, powerful strokes. I could feel my inner walls clenching around him, my body greedily trying to pull him deeper.

Just as I felt myself approaching the edge of orgasm, Dylan suddenly stilled. I whimpered in protest, trying to push back against him.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Dylan said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “We’re not done with your lesson.”

He withdrew slowly, leaving me feeling achingly empty. I heard murmurs of approval and appreciation from the watching household members.

“Andrea’s done very well so far this evening,” Dylan announced. “Her cooch is heavenly, I have to say. But I’m going to take her upstairs to her bedroom now, and finish claiming her.”

CHAPTER 24

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