A rifle in the pussy

My name is Jessy Flamelo, and I just turned 21.

I currently live in New York and alone, I work as a house cleaner, it's not the job of dreams, but it helps me not to have to go back to my parents' house, not to mention that this often feeds my sexual kinks and obsessions.

What I'm about to tell you may be shocking and even scandalous, and if you are someone who has chosen to live a sanctified life, I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but this is the way I have chosen to live.

I had a normal childhood, I was never abused, I never caught my parents in the act, nothing ever happened to interfere with my psychological health, although nowadays I take the name sick.

I was 12 when my parents first talked about sex with me, but at that point the conversation didn't spark any curiosity in me.

I had a quiet adolescence, and only one boyfriend who had to move to another city, so the relationship didn't last.

When I turned 18, I met a guy, and it was with him that I lost my virginity, and don't think it was in an affectionate and peaceful way, because it wasn't, I felt pain mixed with pleasure, and after that it was impossible to see sex in a romantic way.

Camile: Jessy, hurry up, we're late.

- Don't rush me Camile, these parties take time to start, nobody ever arrives on time.

Camile: If we're late, all the hot guys will be busy kissing other girls on the lips while we'll be thumb sucking.

- Ready! I've finished getting ready, no need to cry anymore, here, put my cell phone and taxi money in your bag.

She rolled her eyes and we went to a party in the Bronx, a place my mother always told me to stay away from, but Camile insisted so much, I decided to go, considering that I was already a big girl and knew how to defend myself very well, and I couldn't say "No" to my best friend.

When we got there, I could immediately see why my mother didn't want me to go there, the music was blaring, and the guys were walking around with several cords around their necks, some were armed, and drugs were going around freely, the girls were practically eating each other with the guys, and Camile and I looked like new meat on the piece, that's what a guy said that passed close to us with a cigarette in his hand and a gun in the other, I had goose bumps up my ass, so scared.

- Camile, what are we doing here? Let's go now.

Camile: Stop being boring and scared Jessy, the guys here are nice.

It didn't take long for two guys to approach us, I looked at Camile scared, but she opened a smile and seemed to know them.

Camile: Jessy, these are Bryan and Pietro, I met them yesterday when they robbed me.

- When they what? I asked screaming.

Everyone laughed at me, and I felt like a goof.

Bryan: Relax girl, she's kidding, I'm her cousin.

I was immediately relieved, but Camile had never mentioned that she had a marginal cousin.

I looked embarrassed at him and then at his friend, Pietro, who couldn't take his eyes off my breasts, I pretended I didn't notice, but Camile noticed and was soon making malicious comments.

Camille: Want to get it? Take it.

- Are you an idiot Camile? How do you tell a guy I don't even know to grab my boobs?

She laughed out loud as I felt my skin burn with embarrassment.

Camile: Where's your sense of humor Jessy? I'm just kidding.

I looked back at Pietro, and he was very handsome, he had fair skin, black hair, and dark green eyes.

He had a tattoo on his neck, and another on his left arm, and he had a piercing in his left eyebrow and an earring in his right ear.

He had a cleft in his chin and his lips were pink and attractive, his body was reasonably muscular, and I don't know how much time I spent admiring every bit of his body, I just know that when I looked to the side, I didn't see plus Camile and not even her cousin, it was just me and Pietro, who was staring at me with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a mocking look in his eyes that immediately brought me back to reality.

Pietro: By the way you almost devoured me with your eyes, you must have liked what you saw.

- I didn't devour anything man, you're not my type.

He approached me, and for some reason my body went still, and my skin crawled, and I had no action to run away from him and that place.

Pietro: How do you know I'm not your type if you don't even know me? He asked with his mouth close to mine, and that simple approach made my pussy heat up.

The place didn't matter anymore, nor the people around me, much less the horrible music that was playing, that guy, with the profile completely opposite to what I was used to, was making my panties wet, and that happened very few times in my life. my life.

I ran my tongue over my lips involuntarily, so he gave me another smirk, like he liked what I did.

Pietro: You can run your tongue over my lips instead of yours.

I don't know what came over me, but I did exactly as he said, and ran my tongue slowly across his lips, as if I didn't have an ounce of shame on my face.

Pietro: Come on, come with me.

He pulled me by the wrist in a desperate way, and I didn't even have time to answer, we entered a dark alley, and in the middle of the alley there was a door, which was where we entered.

He turned on the light, and the place was all lit up, it was a shed, and I would have been fine with him there, if it weren't for one detail, the place was full of weapons and drug shipments, there was a much bigger gate on the other side where the Van passed, which was parked inside the shed.

I was really scared, and I wanted to run away, but he grabbed my chin and made me look at him.

Pietro: I won't do anything bad to you girl.

- Is it if I should trust you?

Pietro: You have two options, either you trust me and let me make you moan like a bitch in heat, or you don't trust me and I leave you and you lose the opportunity to be fucked by me.

His words left me in shock, as it led me to remember another detail, I was a virgin.

After the teenage sweetheart, I'd dated very few guys, and the guy right in front of me seemed intent on banging me.

Pietro: And then girl? Will you stay or would you rather leave?

I was intoxicated by his intense and at the same time controlling gaze, and the words seemed scrambled in my mind, which made me remain silent, practically giving him permission to do whatever he wanted with me.

He pulled me by the waist, and put his mouth on mine, and I was soon closing my eyes, feeling his warm breath on my face.

Pietro: You're only going to get out of here now, when I make you scream in all the positions I intend to put you girl.

I stopped breathing for a few seconds, and I found it difficult to swallow saliva, at the same time that my sex was throbbing.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth, demanding passage, as he slid both hands under my skirt, pulling down my panties, which by this time were already soaked.

He broke the kiss only to help me take off my panties since I was wearing high heels, and his face was at the same height as my pussy.

He looked up, seeking eye contact with me, and saw that I was looking at him, feeling my face burn with embarrassment at the exposure of my intimacy to a complete stranger.

Pietro: You have such a small pussy, I don't know if my dick will fit here girl.

I felt like rolling my eyes at the ridiculously big-cock display he tried to give me.

I was hoping he would go over the tongue, and at least lay the groundwork before he entered me, but that's not what he did.

He got up, putting his face in front of mine again, took the condom out of his pocket, took down his pants and underwear, revealing his hard, thick and big dick that he really had, with the little head so pink that it gave me I wanted to put my mouth and suck it, but my lack of experience stopped me, and I couldn't show any reaction.

He then put the condom on and looked at me, as if I were just another piece of meat, like so many he's already eaten, I couldn't explain it, but that was making me even more desire and expectant to be touched by him.

He lifted me as if I were a leaf with surprising ease, keeping my back against the door as he held both of my legs dangling, and drove his cock into me with the strength of a wild animal.

My scream was so loud that even he got scared, it hurt the bottom of his soul, and without realizing it, my nails were all stuck in him.

He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and tension, got out of me and let me go, looked at his bloody dick and then looked at me.

Pietro: Were you a virgin girl?

He made it sound like it was the end of the world.

- Yeah, what's the problem with that?

Pietro: You should have told me, I don't fuck virgins, and I don't like to feel guilty for taking the virginity of someone who was clearly waiting for the ideal guy. Crap.

- Well, now it's over, now finish what you started.

I was feeling my pussy burn, but the fire and desire was still in me, it was like I needed to experience pleasure with a man for the first time.

Peter: No! I lost the will, your first time needs to be with someone special.

He took off the bloody condom, and that made an absurd rage take over me.

- You said you'd make me moan like a bitch in heat.

Pietro: That was before I knew you were a virgin.

- But now I'm not.

Pietro: Listen, I can live this life of crime here, but I hate taking advantage of innocent girls.

- I'm not innocent. I spoke through gritted teeth, feeling my blood boil with hate.

It was then that the big gate started to open, and another Van was pulling into the shed.

Pietro: What the hell, take that skirt down and get out of here, come on.

I pulled down my skirt and bent down to pick up my panties, when a deep voice echoed through the shed.

“Who is this Pietro”?

I looked up and saw a tall, dark guy with a rifle, accompanied by three other men, who were also armed.

I felt my heart miss the beats in my chest.

Pietro: It's nobody, she was already leaving Zuca.

Zuca: Introduce her to us, we'd love to meet her, wouldn't we, guys?

I looked at Pietro, whose jaw was set, but he didn't look back.

Zuca: Come here babe.

I stood still like a pole, but Pietro grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards them, and I walked away feeling death overtake me.

The guy was as handsome as Pietro, but his smile was devilish, which made me even more scared.

Zuca: What's your name babe?

- Jessy, I said feeling my throat dry.

Zuca: You're not going to tell anyone what you saw here, are you?

- No, of course not.

Zuca: Alright, I believe you.

Pietro: Can she leave now?

Zuca: No, not yet, first I want to see what she has in her hand.

I was so nervous, it didn't even dawn on me that I was gripping my tiny panties so tightly that my hand was losing color.

Zuca: Open your hand Jessy.

I reached out and opened it, and all the guys started laughing, except Pietro.

Zuca: So you're not wearing any panties? How wonderful.

Pietro: That's enough man, let her go.

Zuca: Shut the fuck up Pietro.

The tension grew even heavier, and Pietro's hands were clenched, and clearly he was holding himself back from exploding.

Zuca: Lift up Jessy's skirt.

Pietro: What is it? Are you crazy man? The girl was with me, let her go.

Zuca: No! She will only leave here when I want her to. Lift up the Jessy skirt.

I slowly lifted my skirt, with all those guys looking at me, but instead of feeling embarrassed, something weird was happening, I was getting turned on.

My pussy was completely exposed, and clearly those guys were wanting me, running their tongues over their lips, while they devoured me with their eyes.

Zuca: What a beautiful pussy, but are you menstruating?

I just nodded yes as I didn't want to tell anyone that just a few minutes ago I was still a virgin.

I was no longer feeling fear, but an absurd desire to be eaten by everyone.

Pietro: Lower your skirt Jessy, I'll take you out of here.

- Not! Someone else will have to finish the job you didn't finish first.

Zuca: My goodness! What is she talking about Pietro? Aren't you going to tell me that you got bored with something like this just because she's on her period? What a fool. Come here my love, I'll finish the job.

Zuca approached me, but before he could touch me, Pietro got in front of him.

Pietro: You're crossing all limits Zuca, that's enough, you're not going to touch her.

Zuca: I say enough is enough. Get out of here you little shit. You're thinking who's who?

Zuca looked at the other guys, made a sign with his hand and the guys grabbed Pietro by force and took him to another door that I hadn't noticed until then, and I was left alone with Zuca.

- What are they going to do with Pietro?

Zuca: Nothing, he's my brother, I wouldn't kill my own brother, but let's get to the point, I'm not going to let you leave here without getting your fill.

He got even closer to me, ran his finger over my pussy and I shuddered from head to toe.

Then he grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck, and pulled me to a table, where he had some packages of drugs, and turned me back to him, pushed my back making my face stick to the table.

Zuca: Spread your legs little bitch, and don't move, otherwise I'll kill you myself without wanting to.

I obeyed, and closed my eyes, waiting for him to put his cock in me, but then I felt something cold and hard at my entrance, and I felt my pussy burn again.

When I looked back, trying to understand what he was putting in my pussy, it was the rifle barrel.

I felt my legs lose balance, the fear of a bullet invading my body consumed me, but I tried to stay still, so as not to run the risk of dying with a bullet in my pussy, can you imagine what a horrible and shameful death that would be?

I put my face back on the table and closed my eyes, wanting it all to end as soon as possible, but then he was taking it off, putting the pipe on me, and that was making me excited, and when I realized it I was already moaning .

- Aaaaai, aaaaah.

Zuca: Roll on that pipe, roll, little bitch.

I obeyed, and rolled over, not caring about the danger, and it was at that moment that I felt an explosion invade my body, taking me to paradise, but it wasn't the bullet, nor death, but the overwhelming orgasm that took over. of me.

Zuca took the rifle out of my pussy, and I was unable to look back to see what was going on, I had wobbly legs, and feeling my breath cut off, until I felt Zuca holding my hips, and penetrating me hard.

I still wasn't fully recovered, but I was enjoying it, and very much the feeling of being eaten by him.

He climbed my shirt and managed to get it off, pulled my hair, making me lean over, while I supported my body with my hands on the edge of the table.

He squeezed both my breasts while he growled behind me as he pushed in and out of my pussy.

Zuca: What a tight little bitch, uuuuuh, what the fuck, uuuuuuh.

It didn't take long for me to surrender to another orgasm, which arrived leaving me totally ecstatic.

Zuca let go of my breasts and held my neck from behind, and choked me, while he moaned, enjoying himself like an ogre.

He left me, and I was looking for strength to move.

Zuca: Put your clothes on, you can go now, but when you want to be fucked again, you can come back, and don't forget, if you open your mouth to anyone about what you saw here, we'll come after you and your family.

I turned around slowly and saw him putting the used condom in the bag, and he had a naughty smile on his face, I took my skirt down, put on my blouse, and my panties and walked to the little door that I had entered with Pietro, and I walked down the dark alley until I got to the same place I was with Camile, I looked everywhere and couldn't find her, I was feeling tired, and dying to get home and get rid of the high heels, I didn't know how I was going to get home, since my cell phone and money were in her purse.

If my parents were at home, they would already be crazy after me, but they had gone on a trip, and for them I was the most perfect and responsible girl in the world, incapable of doing anything that would put my life at risk.

I sat on a bench, and looked at those drugged people, those guys selling drugs and drinks and I thought I should be anywhere but there, until Camile appeared, with a drag of cigarette in one hand, and a glass of drink in the other.

I got up and walked towards her.

- Camile, where were you? I've been looking for you for a while.

Camile: Don't come with that Jessy, I saw you going to the alley with Pietro very well, so I went to have fun while you didn't come back, have a drink and tell me what happened between you two.

- I went with him because you disappeared from my sight, and I won't say anything, I want to leave.

Camile: I'm not going now Jessy, now that it's starting to get good and I need to sort out some things around here.

- What kind of things do you have to solve in a place like this Camile?

Camile: Ah, stop being curious Jessy.

- Then give me my things because I'm going.

Camille: Alone?

- Yes, worse than that here should not be.

She rolled her eyes and handed me the phone and the money, and I went back the way we arrived, and quickly found a taxi that took me back home.

I could be dead, because I was in a lot of danger, and anyone in my place would never repeat an absurdity like that again, anyone, except me, who had just discovered that I had a turn on what was forbidden, dangerous and immoral.