Selfish (OPEN TO 1 GUY- PM FIRST!)

Her mother had always told her to never talk to strangers, to stay away from odd vans, to not take candy from curious men.... The warnings every mother gave their young daughters. Danielle Kaufman took her mother's words to heart all through her childhood, but as a college student, she figured that she had a well-enough sense of those around her that could and couldn't be trusted. Her judgment thus far had been pretty good, only a few mistakes on boyfriends that ended up being the epitome of an asshole or a couple of friends that were only out to have fun at her expense.

Case in point: her current situation.

Standing outside the college library, huddled beneath the leather coat pulled taut over her head to act as an umbrella against the increasing downpour, she was waiting for two supposed girlfriends to come back around to pick her up.

They had promised to be here an hour ago.

"Crap." With a hard sigh, she kicked at one of the broken bits of brick on the sidewalk, moving cautiously around the developing puddles to peek further down the drive. Maybe the storm held them up. Maybe they needed gas...

Maybe they had flat off ditched her.

Danielle frowned once again, reaching for her cell phone- Only to get drenched by a van that pulled up a little too closely to the curb. She gave a horrified cry, dropping her phone at the frigid splash that left her thin white button-up soaked, clinging to her skin and pastel bra beneath. Her jeans were no better; doused in water and just as clingy. She was already freezing from the water, shivering as the van's sliding side door opened.

"Oh, SHIT! I'm sorry! Jesus, Mark- You fuckin' DRENCHED her! I told you that was too close!" The guy who opened the door began to shout both out the door and into the van, a softer tone in reference to Danielle and a far more annoyed voice to his friend at the wheel. "Were you waitin' for someone? Here, get in with us- this storm is going to get even worse. We got hit coming on the highway, and that was a friggin' flood. You need a ride? It's the least we can do because of dipshit here."

"I- My friends should be here soon," She replied hesitantly, pointing back up the driveway.

"At least come get warmed up. I can see you shivering from here. Look, I even have a blanket. We'll wait with you." The guy smiled at her, holding up a fuzzy old brown blanket. "They should be here soon, right? Where's the better place to wait, in a warm van or in the rain?"

He had a point. "I guess... getting warmed up isn't going to hurt anything..." She went over to the van, taking his offered hand and stepping inside. There were two others; the driver- who he had called Mark... and another guy in the passenger seat. She smiled hesitantly at them, taking a seat next to the one who helped her inside as he wrapped the blanket around her. "Thanks, guys. It was getting kinda cold out there."

"...So I see...," Mark mumbled under his breath, his eyes locked on the rearview and Danielle's chest.

"Fucker." The man next to her slapped him in the back of the head. "Ignore him. He's a dick." He smiled again, placing a hand rather uncomfortably on her shoulder before leaning in a bit closer. "You're okay, though, right? He didn't, like, hit you or nothin', did he? I'll fuckin' kill him if he actually hurt you."

"Um.. No.. Just- Just wet. Really... really wet." Danielle smiled again, now a bit nervous. Maybe getting in here was a bad idea...

"Good." He grinned again, his other hand raising to pull down the blanket covering her arm. A sudden pinching pain in her skin caused her to yelp out, Danielle glaring at him as she tried to shove away, spotting now the small syringe in his hand. She fell against the side of the van, her head reeling as the man pulled her back up onto the seat. "Hey, hey, it's ok. Like I said.. I won't hurt you... Now go to sleep... It's ok..."

Kelvin, Mark and Shaggy

Kelvin lifted Danielle's slender wrist, his skilled fingertips settling quickly on a pulse. The young med student retracted the needle once he was sure that Danielle was merely sedated, but not dead. Still, she wasn't out of the woods yet, her skin was ice cold and becoming paler by the second, in her current state her body couldn't do much to fend off hypothermia on its own.

Whipping the blanket off the girl's shoulders, Kelvin began wrestling with the soaked sleeves of her leather coat. The clinging wet leather made it clear to Kel why EMTs cut the clothes off of people. Since time was always a factor in saving lives Kelvin tore open the front of her soaking blouse, using that garment to wedge her coat down her arms.

"What the fuck bro?" Mark shouted back from the driver's seat. "Don't start the party without me and Shaggs! Wait till I find us a place to park."

"You dumb-ass, she's going to freeze to death if I don't get these wet clothes off her. The morphine makes it a lot harder for her body to insulate itself and she's already freezing. If I don't get her warmed up we'll all be fucked." Kelvin insisted, struggling now with her jeans. "Besides, it doesn't bode well for my medical career if my first sojourn into anesthesiology ends with a hypothermia death. Turn that heater up too."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Hide behind your medical mumbo-jumbo if it makes you feel better." Mark sneered, adjusting his rear view mirror to get a better look at Danielle in her damp bra and panties. "Just don't wreck her too much before I get my turn."

Kelvin finally got Danielle's clinging jeans off her body, wrapping her tighter in the blanket, rubbing his hands vigorously up and down her arms and legs, desperately trying to keep the blood flowing. Despite his best efforts Kelvin noticed Danielle's beauty, looking at her for the first time as more than a patient. If he were a weaker man, Mark might have had cause for worrying about what he was doing to her.

"How did you assholes talk me into this?" Kelvin sighed, now wrapping Danielle's hair up in a dry towel. "We're just going to show her some fun right? Make her wear our school colors, take her to the game and then we let her go... That's still the plan right?"

"Oh my God Kel, stop being such a fucking pussy!" Mark snapped from the driver's seat. "Yes, that's still the plan. Just relax, you did great, things are going perfectly."

Mark finally found refuge in the five story parking structure just opposite the football field, parking the van in a dark corner where the light was busted. Outside, lightning lit up the sky and thunder followed immediately, seeming to shake the parking structure itself.

Kelvin tried to calm himself, still busy rubbing and drying Danielle's gorgeous body. He watched her sleeping, wondering what she was like, what she studied, who she was waiting for, if she had a boyfriend. Questions whirled through his mind, but the most important question lingered at the back of his mind, the answer too terrifying to seek out. Would she be okay with what they were doing to her?

"Alright, party time!" Mark sneered, leaning over his seat and throwing the sides of the blanket open. "Let's see what she's got going on under the tacky bra."

Danielle could hear voices. She wasn't quite sure who they were, her head swimming and her stomach in knots. Every bump of the vehicle made it even worse, a light moan coming from her as she opened her eyes. They couldn't focus that well, barely able to make out the shapes before her. Someone leaning over her, talking to her- No. Not her. Someone else.

What had happened? All she remembered was a van, and the rain, and some guy...
Had she gotten hit? That didn't seem right. Shouldn't she be hurting if she had gotten hit?

Her vision finally cooperated, seeing the man leaned over her as another suddenly lurched out from the driver's side, grabbing onto the blanket wrapped about her and trying to throw it off. She pulled away with that, nearly falling off the bench seat as she tried to sit up, tugging the blanket tightly closed.

That turned out to be a bad idea. Sitting up made her head spin, nearly throwing up with the sudden motion. "Holy shit...," She gasped, her normally pale face turning an even whiter shade, her lips holding a blueish hue as they trembled. She looked back up to the man nearest her, shaking as she glanced to the other two with him.

Now she remembered. The puddle, the nice guy, the needle-
He did it, the one with her jeans laying next to her.

Wait, her jeans- Where'd her clothes go?!

She tightened her grip on the blanket a bit more, her eyes wide as she tried to breathe. Her throat felt so tight, like breathing through a clogged hose... Between the fear and whatever had been in that injection, she felt like she was going to pass out. The one had been feeling her up, his buddy wanting to join in- God, she really had made a terrible decision, hadn't she?

"D-Don't... Please, don't...," She whispered out, shaking her head quickly, only to give another light moan. That had been a bad idea too, making that queasy feeling even worse. Her stomach felt like it was buried in her throat, ready to escape out of her mouth at any moment. She had to close her eyes a moment, trying to control that terrible feeling. "I ... I don't know what- what you want but..." She trailed off, still trying to get her breath. Talking was hard; it winded her with just half a sentence, and the chill that ran through her refused to leave. She was getting dizzy again.

"Hey, hey, relax. We're not going to hurt you alright?" Kelvin said, his voice calm and soothing. "We're not going to make you do anything you don't want to either, okay? Here, have another blanket. You want some water? Shaggy, get this poor girl some water."

Mark made a face at Kelvin's tender approach. In his mind the whole point of this prank was to make her do things she didn't want to do. As Shaggy passed back a bottle of cold water from the cooler, Mark decided to speak up.

"Here you go baby, enjoy that." Mark smirked, passing the water bottle back as Kelvin went back to rubbing Danielle's arms to try and warm her. "What's your name anyway Sweetie?"

While Mark did his best to keep his darker urges in check, Kelvin opened the bottle of water for Danielle. Drinking too much at once might make her throw up, instead he poured a little bit of the water into the cap, gently holding the tiny cup to her discolored lips.

"There you go, drink slowly now. Good girl." Kelvin cooed in her ear gently. "You ought to be warming up a little, you want the heater up more?"

Without waiting for a reply, Shaggy turned the heater in the van up as high as it would go. Mark took over the duty of rubbing Danielle's extremities, taking a much more sensual approach, even nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck. Kelvin poured another cap full of water for their captive just as Shaggy turned back with a freshly rolled joint.

"I know what's gonna make her feel better."

She wasn't sure what to do. The one guy seemed rather worried about her, but... why was she even in this van with them? At the mention of water, she gave a slight nod, closing her eyes for a moment. "P-please," she agreed, her throat now reminding her of just how dry it was. When she reopened her eyes, the bottle was before her, Danielle's shaking hands reaching up to take it. The one guy was rubbing her arms again, Danielle stiffening up a bit at his touch and trying to yank away.

Nope. Felt ill again. She swallowed down the terrible taste in her mouth, fumbling at the cap on the water, only to have it taken away by the guy with his hands on her.

He opened it for her, offering a little up for her. She sipped at it, still looking leerily to the carmates up front. "D-Danielle. My name's.... Danielle," she finally answered, her mouth cooperating well enough to get it out. She was now incredibly confused. What on earth was going on here? What were these guys doing? The one said they didn't want to hurt her or make her do anything... So what was all this about?

The driver traded with the man giving her water, his hands far less soft compared to the other's as he rubbed her arms and shoulders, Danielle instead trying to keep focused on the water given to her. It made that nasty feeling in her stomach go away, even if Mark's hands and odd way of trying to 'help' started to dredge it back up.

She glanced up as the third guy turned around, her eyes falling to the rolled paper in his fingers. She started to say something, only to jump in the seat slightly as Mark buried in against her neck once more. He was starting to push the line of oddly helping to being a creepy pervert. Sitting up for another sip of the water, the blanket fell from her shoulders, resting in a slight pile about her thighs. It was starting to get warmer in the car, making Danielle's shaking finally stop as she finished the drink.

Her eyes fell on the window cling on the van's side window, over the water guy's shoulder. Wait. It was for a college, but-

"I... I thought you guys were from Rockland too...," she stated curiously, looking to the guy with the water.

"Fuck Rockland!" Mark exclaimed through a lungful of thick smoke. "We're from East Rock U., here for the football game tomorrow. "Our East Rock Marauders are gonna make your guys weep tomorrow."

"Yeah, and see we all brought you along as sort of a joke. We're gonna buy your ticket and everything, you just have to wear our team colors." Kelvin smiled, trying to cover for his friend's insensitive bluster. "We'll have drinks and Bar-B-Q and have a blast. Sound like fun?"

Kelvin took hold of Danielle's wrist once more, checking her pulse. Mark, on the other hand, had his eyes glued on Danielle's newly exposed body. Kelvin had left her in her bra and panties, out of modesty, but when that blanket fell Mark lost all of his. Mark's hand crept over Danielle's stomach and he began nibbling on her earlobe.

"I think I'm in love with you baby, don't break my heart." Mark whispered softly in between gentle nibbles and slow licks. "Stick with us, I promise you won't regret it."

Kelvin was visibly uncomfortable with his friend's overt displays of affection. Kelvin blushed slightly when he realized that he was still holding Danielle's wrist in his hand and had unknowingly placed her hand on his inner thigh. He jumped in awkward surprise and threw her hand away from his leg with one hand and splashed her with the water in his other hand.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Kelvin exclaimed.

"Jesus Kel, you're such a brute." Mark reprimanded, tossing down the drenched joint and lighter. "You splashed our lovely guest and you put the joint out too! What would have happened if this was a surgery? That person would be dead as disco. You fucking klutz! I'm sorry about that my love, let me take care of that."

Mark smiled, his good looks frightening and polished through meticulous routines for his skin, hair and body. While Mark's blue eyes dazzled the auburn haired beauty, his hand grabbed a purple and gold ERU towel, draping it over his flat palm. Mark's hand cupped Danielle's breast, gently cupping and squeezing one then the other through the fluffy towel.

"How does that feel? Better I'll bet."

East Rock? Danielle gave a puzzled look to the water-holding fellow, a rather disgusted quick glance being given in the process to the more grabby-handed guy behind her. "I-I dunno...," She started hesitantly, shaking her head. "I mean, I've never been big on the games anyway, but..."

Mark's breath was warm, and had a rather peculiar scent to it now as he leaned in closer to her ear and began toying with it. Another light shake of her head, her eyes closing as she cleared her throat. This was getting far more than just weird, it was beginning to push back into the scary zone once again. It made her completely forget what she was trying to say. That, and the smoke extruding from Mark's mouth wasn't helping much.

She let out a surprised yelp as the other guy suddenly drenched her with the bottle of water, starting to sit up hastily as Mark yelled at him. He may have been rather 'hands-on', but he did seem to care on how wet she had gotten. "Um... th-thanks," She replied softly, a confused and embarrassed meek voice coming from her as his hands took up the towel to help. As the soft terrycloth moved over her skin, a gentle moan managed to leave her lips, a quick trace of color finding its way back to her cheeks. Oh god, had she actually just-?!

"You're warm," She noted in response to his question, the words uttered quickly in even more embarrassment in an attempt to explain the noise, though refused to look at him for very long. She still felt a little out of it, but now she wasn't a hundred percent certain on where that came from. Watching the towel in his hand, she finally gave a light sigh. "You just- this little team swapping thing and I can go back home, right?," She asked after a moment, only to look back down at Mark's hands and placing her own atop his. "It's really- I can't think right with you doing that...," she mumbled, shaking her head once again as her legs shifted against the seat. "I'll wear.. I'll wear what you want. I just wanna get dry...."

Mark grinned and licked his lips when Danielle moaned and responded to his "drying" technique, paying little heed to her meek objections. As her hand slipped over Mark's the young man simply countered be reaching his other hand behind her back and unclasping her bra, lightly trailing his fingertips up and down her spine. Mark also pressed his body closer to Danielle's his leg crossing over her knee and gently pulling her thighs open more.

Meanwhile Kelvin continued trying to play peacekeeper.

"That's great news... Danielle!" Kelvin smiled earnestly, sneaking a peek at her driver's license, mixed in with her soaked clothes. "Yes, tomorrow night you'll be safely back in your own bed. I'm really glad you're being cool about this."

Kelvin tried really hard to stay positive and continue looking delighted despite the fact that Mark was acting more and more "uncool" with this poor drugged girl. Kelvin knew that the morphine was still in her system and the small moans and favorable answers were influenced by the drug, but Mark just heard what he wanted to hear and was currently in the process of removing her last bastian of clothing with his teeth.

Holding the shoulder strap of Danielle's bra between his teeth, Mark slid the flimsy piece of fabric down her arms slowly, allowing his lips to drag along her cold skin. The towel wrapped hand slipped under the cup easily, now that the pastel garment was unfastened. Soaking up the last bits of trapped rainwater on her upper body, Mark squeezed, lifted and kneeded the soft flesh. Once the breast was dry, Mark's thumb and index finger gently slid inward, meeting at the nipple to gently capture it between two terrycloth agitators.

As Mark gently squeezed and rolled the nipple about within the towel, he pulled a bit more with his leg, forcing Danielle's thighs open a bit wider. He grinned triumphantly over at Kelvin.

"We'll get you nice and dry Danielle, its just that Dr. Dipshit over there didn't get you out of the rest of your wet clothes," Mark said softly, just above a whisper. "I know that I'll have you feeling nice and warm in no time."

Still smiling, Mark removed his hand from Danielle's back to reach into his back pocket. Pulling out a tiny blue pill, Mark slipped it into his mouth, biting down with his molars before sliding his bare hand against the side of Danielle's face, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. Though she resisted slightly at first, Mark pinched a little tighter on her hardened nub through the towel, and when she opened her mouth to sigh or scream or whatever Mark slid his ecstasy coated tongue into her mouth. His tongue slid against hers, lifting it from the bottom of her mouth to dance with his own, transferring the vast majority of the drug into her mouth.

When the kiss broke at last Mark spoke.

"It's settled then!" Mark grinned. "You'll do what we tell you, no questions asked, then we take you back home. It was even sealed with a kiss. Shaggy, let's crack a few beers to celebrate and toast to our newest friend.

"Um, Mark... I don't know if beer is the best thing for her right..." Kelvin tried to object.

"C'mon Doogie Houser, stop being such a pussy!" Mark answered, opening Danielle's beer and handing it to her. All the while teasing and squeezing her tit between towel clad fingers.

Danielle smiled slightly as the one guy confirmed that it was just a little one night thing, that she'd be back in her dorm room and settled into a warm bed after the game was over. That sounded good right now. A chance to lay down, get some sleep, cozy down into the warm sheets and-

"Oh..."
Mark's hands were at it again. Trying so hard to be helpful, keeping so busy, doing his best to try and warm her up in his own way... As they undid her bra, she felt his lips against her skin once again, offering warm breaths to heat her up. "W-Waitaminute...," She mumbled out, listening as he explained in a whisper in her ear, his body guiding hers into a more comfortable position.

Or was it? It didn't feel that comfortable. It felt... odd.
No, wait... Maybe it was. His hands were certainly helping to make her feel better, even if it did feel a little weird. He was just... being helpful, right? Yeah. Helpful.

"Nice and warm," She echoed, looking up at Mark for a moment, spooked slightly as he placed a hand against her cheek. His sudden kiss threw her off even more, a quick frightened noise coming from her as she slapped her hand down on his shoulder, trying to pull away from his exploring tongue. She gasped as he let go, gagging slightly at the rather nasty taste that lingered in the back of her throat. What the hell-?

He had been drinking something, hadn't he? Maybe it was still on his breath, on his tongue... She ran her own tongue against the roof of her mouth, coughing slightly still as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

"Y-yeah..."
Wait, what? Something he said managed to linger in her ears, not sounding quite right- but she couldn't place it.

The mention of a beer received a nod in reply, wanting to get that weird taste to go away. "I'm... I'm fine," She replied, reaching out for the drink Mark offered to her. His wandering hands no longer felt so strange; in fact, she rather... enjoyed them. The towel he ran against her skin was not only helping to warm her up from the outside, but the inside as well.

Or maybe it was the alcohol.
Or the way he kept fondling her.
Whatever.

Mark placed the beer in Danielle's hand still using the towel to tease her breasts and stiff nipples. When she took the offered drink Mark's bare hand slid slowly and deliberately down her midsection meandering its way to the waistband of her panties, still slightly damp from the rainwater and Danielle's uncontrollable arousal. When Mark's fingertips slid under the elastic waistband of Danielle's panties, the air that escaped felt like an oven door being opened.

Ignoring Danielle's apparent apprehension, Mark slid his warm fingertips through the soft patch of pubic hair until his fingertip encountered the thin flesh hood that overlapped her clit. Little by little Mark's finger tugged and teased at the small hood exposing more and more of the small hardening nub.

When Mark's index finger curled around the underside of Danielle's exposed clit, her entire body reacted to the sensation. Using the very tip of his middle finger, Mark pushed under the hood, pressing her aroused clit back into the teasing agitation of his index finger. Rolling the little ball of nerve endings between his two fingers, Mark slid the towel over to her other breast, using the same unique technique to be absolutely certain that her nipple was completely dry.

"Maybe it'd be better if I warmed you up with my mouth." Mark whispered, his lips lightly brushing the edge of Danielle's ear.

She managed to get another sip of the beer past her lips before nearly choking on it, coughing as it slid down her thoat and shifting in the seat. Mark's hands were getting rather- brave. Still coughing lightly on the beer that trickled into her throat, she shook her head slightly, her hand reaching up to find his cheek. "H-hey... Cut- cut that out...," she grumbled crossly, though her legs pushed and pulled themselves along the van seat at the feel of his warm hands against her cool flesh, anxious for warmth and relief from his 'helpful' teasings.

As her panties were pulled from her skin, she gave a light squeak of a noise, her head still shaking as she started to sit up-

But his quick to explore fingers ended that attempt. Danielle let out a soft gasp, her knees immediately locking tightly together as she closed her eyes. Oh god, that felt so good. His fingers were so unbelievably warm, toying and teasing, stoking the furnace inside her...

"S-Stop," She mumbled once again, though it was shrouded with another light moan. Her knees fell from their stiffened hold, collapsing like a rag doll against the seat as one foot fell against the floor. Her back curled towards him, her hips lifting slightly to accomodate his hand beneath the wet fabric.

What was she arguing about again...?
The thought was almost completely shoved from her mind as Mark used the towel along her other breast, drying and playing while his other hand stayed occupied beneath her drenched panties.

Warmed her up... His breath on her ear made her shiver once again, his fingers doing well to keep her warm elsewhere.

"Mphnn." Danielle simply nodded, her attempt at an actual reply seeming to lose itself before even leaving her lips. Her head was swimming. So much, so quickly- All she knew that had any real relevance was that Mark was making everything that seemed so bad vanish with his touch. She wanted more of that. He was making it better...

"Please," She finally managed to coherently pronounce, her head nuzzling in against his neck. Her voice was shaking, her breath catching in the same place that the drink he had given her had seemed to lodge as well.

Mark flashed a confident smirk in Kelvin’s direction as Danielle leaned against his body and begged for whatever it was he was offering. Mark’s fingers pressed together, faintly squeezing the exposed clit between his two fingers and gently rubbing back and forth, causing the little nub to bob up and down from one side to the other between his fingers.

“Well since you asked so nicely…” Mark sighed, letting his tongue drag lightly around the edge of Danielle’s ear.

Mark tossed the purple and gold towel to Kelvin, letting his tongue weave its way down Danielle’s long neck, pausing only slightly on her pronounced collarbone, long enough to lavish it with oral attention. At last, Mark’s teeth began to drag from the top and bottom of Danielle’s collarbone, meeting in the middle for one agonizingly brief moment before moving down to lap at her breasts.

Kelvin bit his tongue, holding the towel between clenched fists as he watched his friend maul the girl who had just recently been a stranger. It was useless to deny the feelings Kelvin had for Danielle, but for now those feelings were little more than footnotes to the scene which was transpiring from one moment to the next.

By now Mark was busy lapping and suckling on Danielle’s left tit. He sucked it loudly between his lips, making so much noise that it was mostly for the benefit of his frat brothers in the van, rather than the woman on whom he was suckling.
Next Mark’s tongue wove its way down Danielle’s toned stomach, following the line of muscular definition down the center of her body. By now her bra was hanging from one shoulder like some broken harlot.

When Mark came face to face with Danielle’s hot leaking gash. His fingers pushed her damp wet panties to one side, allowing his tongue to creep down, gently circling and exploring Danielle’s erect clit. The tip of Mark’s tongue nudged its way under the hood, dragging his hot bumpy tongue over the smooth surface of Danielle’s clit.

As Danielle reacted to Mark’s willful and precise ministrations, Kelvin took the opportunity to grasp her hand in his own. Using his hand to guide her face until she was looking him in the eyes, Kelvin spoke to Danielle with sincere concern in his voice.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Kelvin asked. “I could make him stop.”

“Cock block!” Shaggy called from the passenger’s seat, already pointing his camera phone at the scene developing in the back seat.

Danielle moaned into his ear, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her from drowning- in whatever it was that was surrounding her. She wasn't sure on what was going on anymore, only that he had agreed to help her. What was it she needed help with again?

She cried out, a loud and deep howl that was driven out by his touch against her flesh, a slight surprised and pleasured mixture as he teased and played. She was nearly panting as he ran his tongue against her ear, letting her fingers pull free of his shoulders before falling back slightly against the seat. The other guys were vaguely there to her, but seemed so distant- like they were seen through different eyes. Mark was real. He was right there; she could feel him, smell him, as he moved his still-alcohol-soaked tongue along her neck.

Her eyes closed as his warm, wet mouth met with her breast, helping to heat her once again. A light moan left her once again, her arm falling off the seat lazily as she leaned her head back. Something inside her still insisted that something was wrong- but she barely acknowledged it. This felt good. How was it wrong? Something good wasn't bad; that just didn't make any sense.

"Hnyaa-!" Danielle's leg thrust down against the back of the seat as Mark's tongue replaced his fingers, gasping out loudly at the new sensation that he aused to burn through her. After having been so cold a few minutes ago, the heat of his warm tongue was incredible. She whimpered out as he ran it against her flesh, her hips shifting upward to beg for more.

She glanced upward with rather lost eyes as a hand took her own, the Water Guy reaching down to direct her gaze fully at him. A question- something- God, she could barely even hear him, so lost in what Mark had done and continued to do.

No answer.
Instead, she closed her eyes once again, another moan digging at her throat as her free hand clung onto the back of the seat. "No...," She mumbled out finally, shaking her head. "He- I don't- Ohhh GOD...." Her sentences were scrambled, trying to start a new thought before even finishing the first. It was hard to think, even without Mark's added distraction.

How Sweet the Sound

Mark grinned, even with his face pushing farther between Danielle’s spread legs. His tongue rolled and spun over her tiny swollen clit, even curling around the underside to squeeze it lightly. Danielle’s melodic voice, hoarse with lust, echoed through the small van in response to Mark’s every action. She was losing herself more and more with each swipe of Mark’s skilled, hot tongue.

It was moments like these that Mark liked to think of his sexual partners as musical instruments, cherishing the symphony of sounds which escaped as he played the keys.

Reaching for the high notes now, Mark wrapped his lips around Danielle’s clit, sucking it loudly into his mouth then lashing his tongue against it once the suction pulled it into his mouth. Just between his parted teeth Mark’s tongue went wild, moving from one side of his mouth to the other as quickly as he could. As if that wasn’t enough, Mark slid two fingers through the hot trickle of juices until they found her silken opening, his fingertips searching the top of her tight hole for that elusive hidden bump marked the G spot.

Kelvin was grinding his teeth, this whole thing made him feel ill, not to mention inadequate to stand idly by while his frat brother lapped at this beautiful girl’s honey pot while Kelvin was stuck holding her hand asking pointless questions. It was like Mark had always told him, the nice-guy routine was played out.

Eager for his chance to join the fun, Kelvin used his grip on Danielle’s hand to place it on the crotch of his pants, letting her feel the swollen outline of his cock. Kelvin’s other hand slid over her shoulder and down her chest, cupping and squeezing the breast he had been lusting after since they had driven by. Kelvin’s fingers gently traced their way around her areola, his fingertips grinding along the outside of her hardened nipples so gently it was like a whisper of a touch.

By now Mark had isolated Danielle’s G-spot and lowered his face still more, pushing his tongue inside her, wriggling and writhing until the pointing tip landed between his fingers on that same subtle bump, battering it without mercy as his thumb moved up to keep her clit occupied. This must have been how great composers felt when they wrote their master works.

She could hear everything around her, even her own voice and cries off the van's walls, the sounds from Mark as he played, the voice of the guy in the front seat... She even felt her surroundings, aside from what Mark was up to; the growing wetness beaneath her on the seat, the sticky leather around her body, the heat of the men's bodies next to her. Even with all that, her thoughts still were racing, lost in a cloud of so many different causes; whatever Kelvin had given her, the odd tasting kiss Mark had forced upon her, the beer Shaggy had passed back to her-

But the main cause was Mark's current mind-shattering project, the one bringing cries of pure lust from Danielle's throat. He was- incredible, amazing... Every touch and trailing of his tongue left her gasping for breath, forcing what she managed to claim back out in a harsh moan. Her clouded fuzzy mind was awed by the talented tongue and fingers attached to him, wanting to find out more of what he could do.

Two digits slid inside her, causing her to howl out in pleasure as they ran along the walls of her depths, exploring and hunting against such wonderful, blissful areas. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, feel it in her throat- "Oh god...," She gasped, her eyes closing once again.

Kelvin still held her hand. She realized this as the feel of the denim of his jeans came across her fingertips, the bulk of his erection meeting her palm as his other hand found her breast, a far gentler teasing coming from his touch than what his friend had done moments ago.

Something changed. Something changed incredibly on Mark's end.

Danielle screamed out in bliss as his tongue slid inside, attacking against an area no one had ever found before on her. Her hand tightened around Kelvin's cock as she continued to moan and whimper, shaking her head softly as her lips tightened together. This was too much...

"I-I can't...," She whined, interrupted by her own wailing cry as his thumb readjusted. Between Mark and Kelvin, she simply couldn't stand it anymore. Her body finally reached its limit, forcing the building pressure that had been forming inside her to release. The one hand against Kelvin's jeans clutched tightly, the other suddenly grabbing onto Mark's shoulder as she cried out yet again, as if hoping holding to the two guys would keep her from losing herself too far.

Her head was reeling now. Speckled white dots claimed most of her vision as she reopened her eyes, still searching for the air that refused to stay in her lungs as she gasped. She was going to faint, she was sure of it.

Prelude

“Holy shit! She’s a squirter!” Shaggy laughed from the front seat. “I think she might pass out.”

Shaggy continued filming with his cell phone, even while offering his own unique brand of color commentary. While Danielle’s climax forced a rush of fluids into Mark’s face, the young man didn’t flinch, braving the deluge like a prize fighter taking a hit, shaking his head from side to side with his tongue still buried inside the young co-ed.

“Damn, you sure know how to pick them Mark.” Kelvin said, finally embracing his dark side while Danielle was fiercely embracing his cock. “I guess she really is one of those kind of girls, huh?”

Kelvin let up on his fondling of Danielle’s breasts long enough to free his semi-hard cock from his jeans and boxers, placing the hard eight-inch member in Danielle’s still grasping hand. Once she had his naked cock in her palm Kelvin resumed his attention on her breasts, squeezing, caressing and fondling them with both hands now.

“You could suck it if you want…” Kelvin said, still a little uneasy about how this was all unfolding.

Mark, meanwhile, was rising up from his place between Danielle’s thighs, his face glistening with her juices. Mark smiled wickedly at the mess he had made of this girl, observing his handiwork with sincere pride. Using his tongue to clean the smeared juices around his mouth, Mark slid the two fingers that were also dripping wet into Danielle’s mouth, still hanging open as she gasped for air.

“Good girl…” Mark sighed as Danielle cleaned his fingers with her tongue and lips. “Now I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you bitch. Fuck you until you can’t see or walk straight. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Say you’d like it!”

Mark was already out of his pants, hovering over Danielle’s nude body as a long strand of her pussy juice dangled from his chin. The head of his ten inch cock was gently nudging at her aroused clit, teasing in slow circles driving her back into a wild fit of lust once more.

“Don’t forget to suck my friend’s cock, he helped warm you up too.” Mark taunted, using his fingers to push her mouth toward Kelvin.

Mark’s teasing was relentless, it wasn’t enough for him to make Danielle into another of his conquests. He wanted her completely broken and devoid of hope. Mark’s true plan was to utterly shatter this girl until she became completely dependent upon him, until she could never go back to her old life, and he only had one day to accomplish this.

“That’s a good little whore, suck that cock.” Mark grinned, even as the juice dripped from his chin onto Danielle’s neck. “Now beg me to fuck you like you deserve, beg me with his cock still in your mouth.”

Squirter-
Was her referring to her? Danielle's reeling head caught the words coming from the front seat, her cheeks flush from both the result of Mark's actions and the realization of what was said. She'd never done -that- before. Of course, she'd also never had that done to her by someone...

Another soft moan left her, trying to keep her floating mind from completely losing itself as Mark continued to explore with his tongue, letting everything her overwhelmed body wanted to offer flow into his eager lips and against his tongue. Her face was burning now, hearing the guys talk yet feeling as though she were in another room. One of those...? What...?

This was so confusing. God, it was so hard to think straight- even SEE straight. Her head was pounding still, her body feeling a thousand miles away after what Mark had done, laying there gasping softly between the two men.

Something warm was in her hand now. She clutched it, glancing at her fingers for a moment to find Kelvin's aroused length tucked into her grip. A light moan left her as his own hands returned to her breasts, teasing and fondling while he encouraged her to play as well. Her hand tightened slightly, gently gliding up and down his shaft as she glanced down to Mark. He was grinning like a cat who ate the canary, seeming so proud of what he had done. She reddened again, only to let out a light squeak as his fingers slipped between her lips.

She could taste herself on his fingers, the rough texture of his fingertips running against her tongue as they trailed her own juices against it. Her eyes stayed locked on him, her hips uncomfortably shifting on the van seat from the way he looked down at her; a lust-driven stare followed by words that made her whine and moan behind his fingers. The lips that had been so tight to his fingers finally released as he ran his cock against her, a light cry leaving her as she shifted again.

More encouragement, a little reminder. Right.. Kelvin had helped her... Mark's fingers still rested in her mouth, fishhooking against her cheek and guiding her closer to his friend's waiting length. Her tongue ran against the head, a moan coming from her as Mark continued to run his own against her clit.

As her lips fully wrapped about Kelvin's cock, she felt Mark's body even closer to her now, his words taunting her to ask for him, beg for him. Was- was that what she wanted? What he had done before was simply... amazing... Her body was still in awe over that. The idea of more, to have this man that toyed and taunted so closely, driving her mad- To have him actually inside her...

"Mm- Mmhmm!"
Her muffled pleas were buried against Kelvin's cock, her lips tightening about him as she rocked down against his friend. She nearly had tears in her eyes from the confusing desire that whelled inside her, a lust driven by all he had done. She wanted more... Her tongue ran against the underside of Kelvin's head, sucking on his length as she whined and rocked, desperate to have what Mark promised.

Mark flashed a sinister grin at Danielle’s breathless compliance to his most vile whims. As she mumbled her obstructed plea for his cock, Mark complied, with authority. Mark’s fingers dug into Danielle’s hip, his own hips thrusting forward with enough force to push his long cock into her womb. After reaching his limit and groaning in bliss, Mark gave no respite before drawing back and thrusting back inside as deep as he could.

Kelvin was lost in bliss, his blue eyes rolling back in his head as Danielle’s warm mouth sucked and pleased the end of his cock with her mouth. Kelvin continued his eager attentions to Danielle’s dainty, but beautiful breasts, his index finger flicking her nipple back and forth.

“Oh yeah bitch!” Mark groaned, lowering his upper body to just inches above Danielle’s as he increased his already strenuous tempo. “Take that cock! Take it! Take it! Take it!”

Mark threw himself into each thrust, doing his best to move faster each time he ordered her to ‘take it’. Soon the sound of his hips slapping against hers filled the small van, along with the heat and scent of the three people’s mixed arousal. The sound was almost like a drum-roll, pounded against a drum made of human skin.

Kelvin’s free hand crept into Danielle’s hair, his fingertips gently combing their way against her scalp and separating the auburn strands into separate clumps of silken hair. The dampness on Danielle’s body was rapidly being replaced by sweat, her previous wetness evaporating into humidity that increased the heat inside the small van.

“Ohhhh my sweet Lord…” Kelvin sighed as Danielle sucked him, her attentions increasing every time Mark slammed into her pussy.

While Kelvin fondled one breast, Mark reached down to pinch the other nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger, pulling her body over the damp seat to meet each of his thrusts.

“That’s how you take a fucking cock!” Mark exclaimed. “That’s my good little Rockland whore!”

"Hmnn-!" The surprised high noise escaped from Danielle's mouth, only to be muffled out by Kelvin's member embedded between her lips. Her eyes closed tightly as Mark thrusted his way deeply into her, trying to refocus away from the sudden entry by instead keeping her attention on the progress she made with Kelvin. She swallowed down, the salty flavor of his body's sweat lingering on the back of her tongue as she continued to suck, trying to 'repay him' as Mark had asked of her.

Mark's thrusts were far from gentle, nearly shoving her up from the bench seat every time he drove his cock into her. Thankfully Kelvin's own was acting as a 'brake' for her, the length that her mouth engulfed going further down with each push his friend made. She gagged with the first of the strong movements, Kelvin's head touching into the back of her throat as Mark almost pushed her out of the seat, though managed to control it a bit better as he continued. She had remember to breathe; the quick rough breaths she was pulling in now seeming to be more an involuntary act brought about between the motions of the two guys.

Kelvin's hands continued to explore her breasts, his fingers against her nipples bringing another soft coo into his cock, followed up moments later by a far louder howl as Mark drove back into her yet again. With her left hand still clinging to the back fo the seat, her right returned to Kelvin, gripping the base of his shaft as she buried her face down against him, trying to use his length as a way to control her lustful screams. One of his own hands left her breast, instead curling its fingers into her hair as if his own way of helping her attempts.

The arm draped over the bench seat pulled up slightly, trying to meet her body against Mark and finding that the new position she took was a far, far different route than before-

A deep growl of a moan left her, muffled out by Kelvin once again as Mark plunged deeply into her, his one hand joining with Kelvin's in attacking her breasts.

Her lips finally pulled free of Kelvin, streams of saliva still managing to connect between the two as she cried out in both pain and ecstacy over the force used by his friend. Her hand still held tightly to him, using the leftover spit that coated his cock to pump her grip up and down his length, Danielle taking the moment to gasp for breath while still rocking down against the assault made by Mark. The moans leaving her grew louder and louder still, the sound of her own voice leaving Danielle with a slight blush to her cheeks. She quickly pushed her hand back down Kelvin's shaft, directing his cock back into her mouth to keep from hearing herself so loudly, instead generating a number of loud sloppy smacks and pops from her lips and tongue as Mark's member thrusting into and pulling out of her added to the background noise as well.

Mark was shouting, contributing some actual understandable vocals to the noise around them; words that made Danielle blush furiously, a number of muffled noises coming in response as she continued to hide her true words behind Kelvin's length.

Mark's body rippled with laughter as he pulled his shirt over his head, unrelenting with his brutal thrusts of his hips. The more Danielle whimpered, moaned and smacked her lips around Kelvin's cock, the harder Mark punished the poor girl's body with his rock hard cock. The laughter gave way to grunts as he leaned forward, towering over Danielle and sliding his thumb onto her already raw clit.

Mark bit down on his lower lip and threw himeself into the motions, his fingers sliding over Danielle's hip to creep between her ass and the seat squeezing her asscheek hard as he began fucking her at rapid speed. Pounding like a jackhammer Mark pinched Danielle's clit between two fingers, pullign her helpless body toward each thrust.

"Oh fuck yes!" Mark exclaimed, enamored with his own actions. "We really lucked out with this bitch."

"Oh sweet Jesus..." Kelvin gasped, reeling from Danielle's agressive response to Mark's abuse. "It really is amazing... UGH!"

Kelvin wanted to hang in there longer, wanted to make a good impression on this beautiful stranger with his own sexual prowace, but it was not to be. As Danielle's sucking became increasingly frantic, Kelvin felt his climax creeping up between his legs. Both hands came up to nestle in among Danielle's hair, on the back of her head.

In one loud frantic surge, Kelvin thrust deep into Danielle's throat and groaned in exquisite pleasure as his cock jerked and swelled inside her gullet. It had been some time since Kelvin had last had a girlfriend, so the wealth of cum that escaped from his cock filled Danielle's throat and mouth with the thick, bitter fluid in only one shot.

When Danielle turned her head, choking on the abundance of sperm, Kelvin's cock fired again. The long jet of creamy white cum, appearing as thick as a No. 2 pencil, doused Danielle's face and hair in his thick hot seed.

"Holy shit bro!" Shaggy exclaimed from the front seat, leaning forward to be sure and capture all the action on his camera phone. "You totally antiqued her. I'm gonna start calling you the one man bukkake!"

Mark laughed at Danielle's pathetic sounds as she tried to pull the errant cum up from her throat and lungs, but her grotesque appearance only inspired him to pound harder. His tempo decreased slightly as he began thrusting harder, wanting her to feel the impact each time.

"Fuck you guys..." Mark panted in between thrusts, his muscular body glistening with beads of sweat. "I'm not sure I ever want to let this bitch get away."

Danielle squealed around Kelvin as Mark began to harass her clit once again, her thighs tightening against his body while her own seemed to be screaming over its imminent second release. Still holding tightly to Kelvin, each thrust of his friend forced a hard huffing yelp from her throat, Danielle's eyes widened a bit more and let out an even louder urgent noise as Kelvin's hands grasped onto her head.

The sudden thick warmth of his release choked her at first, the quick jerking motion of his member against her tongue and nearly hitting the back of her throat making her quickly pull her mouth away, coughing and gagging on the remains that dripped down her throat. She whinced slightly as a follow up from Kelvin splattered against her face and cheek, still coughing over what he had previously given her as she gasped for air.

Mark, however, seemed unphased. Without her previous soundblock, Danielle now managed to pull an abundance of noises from deep inside that mixed with the light gags that still lingered in her throat. Her body ached now, from both the overwhelming pleasure Mark forced it to enjoy, as well as true aching from the command he took over her form.

Her lips were quivering, moving as if she were trying to speak, though no actual words came out; just pants and moans, soft sobs entwined with whimpers as she closed her eyes once again. That feeling was coming back... the one that stole away her breath, that made every nerve in her body seem to focus on simply one area, the one that had forced her to beg as Mark had asked.

"Oh, god...," She howled out meekly, shaking her head as her body tightened about his cock, her now free hand flailing for his shoulder and clawing at his back. She really couldn't breathe this time, gasping out for air as she tensed beneath him. No, don't faint- Don't-

Mark howled in lust fueled glee, leaning his upper body back to add impact to each thrust of his hips. He felt Danielle's pussy begin to quiver and clench at his cruel member which continued raking at her insides each time he drove inside her.

"I think she might pass out." Mark boasted, lightly tapping the back of his hand against Danielle's cleaner cheek. "Wake up, I want you to feel all of this. Once I'm done you can go ahead and sleep, but not until then."

Without even removing his cock from Danielle's pussy, Mark slid his arm under one of her knees and flipped her nearly limp body over, forcing her face first onto the back of the leather bench seat. Mark's hands took hold of both Danielle's butt cheeks, squeezing and spreading them as he pounded her pussy harder still. It gave him great pleasure to watch her sweat and cum streaked hair bounce each time his body crashed into hers.

Shaggy meanwhile dove over Kelvin who was still recovering, eager to make his way to the back seat to get his "money shot". Shaggy held the lens of the camera right in front of Danielle's face as Mark continued to punish her.

"Damn this is some good shit!" Shaggy grinned. "We should make this the welcome page for the frat website."

"What are you, stupid?" Mark responded between violent thrusts. "That- video- is- our- trump- card. If she- gets pissed- we have- proof that- she loved- getting fucked!"

Mark was talented, but not superhuman. He felt his own climax begin bubbling down low in his balls. Wanting to make the most out of these last few thrusts, Mark grabbed a fistful of Danielle's long auburn hair, using it for leverage to pull himself into each thrust. His hand reached down, helping himself to the swell of her breast.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah!" Mark groaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

A sharp gasping breath forced from Danielle's lungs as Mark's hand smacked against her cheek, his voice demanding her to stay with him until he finished. She gave a sobbing whine in response to that, shaking her head as she clenched her lips together. His sudden decision to change her position threw her off, letting out a light yelp as her cheek was pressed against the sticky leather seat, her eyes locked tightly shut as she gripped the rolled edge of the bench.

This didn't help. Not at all. She cried out yet again, his shaft feeling like it was tearing straight through her with the force behind his thrusts and the way he gripped his hands against her. Her attempts to keep her lips locked closed seemed to be failing, her need to find her breaths and stay awake like he demanded forcing her to open them once again, panting like a wild dog between gasps.

The third man's voice right beside her suddenly spooked her, her eyes opening to find him settled closely- and his phone pressed near her face. She glared at it, though the thought of actually yelling about it wasn't there. Instead, she was trying to figure out why her arm felt wet. She realized the source as she glanced down to her forearm... she was so lost in Mark's motions that she had actually drooled on herself while trying to breathe. The two were talking, but she barely heard them; she heard her own body, screaming again...

"Gaah-!" Danielle whinced as Mark suddenly latched onto a clump of her hair, tugging on it as he forced himself into his final thrusts. She could hear him heaving for breath now as well, the groaned words that left him while finishing his assault being ones she could actually hear. A thankful high moan left her, her body feeling weak and ready to give out under his weight at any moment.

Mark groaned and grunted as he tried to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from his final few thrusts before pulling back and spraking his hot seed in one mighty blast that coated Danielle's back, ass and hair.

While Mark leaned back, panting as he tried to regain his breath, Kelvin wrapped Danielle in the towel. Kelvin wiped her face and back gently, doing his best to undo the damage that he and his friend had done to this poor girl. Even as she slumped over in his arms, finally yeilding to her overwhelming exhaustion, her eyes fluttering closed with a faint smile on her lips.

As Kelvin did his best to make sure Danielle would be comfortable, Mark wiped sweat from his forehead grinning.

"Now it's a fucking party!"

The heavy moan that left her was muffled into the seat, Danielle's eyes closed tightly as she shook her head weakly. That was just- God, she felt so out of it, so sick to her stomach and dizzy...

She felt like she was somewhere else once again; that she was simply hearing things from an outside source, as if she were listening to a radio of the men's voices. Her body could feel the towel, moving against the quickly-cooling fluid that embraced her skin, but it felt so far away to her. She was- sitting up. Her eyes opened faintly, looking up to see the one man holding her, no real expression to his face as he continued to run the towel over her flesh.

She wanted to say something. Anything. Make sure her mouth was still going to work.
Instead, she simply moved her lips slightly, falling against him with a soft noise. Every part of her seemed to feel something different; pain, fear, confusion, soreness, sickness, relief- It was all so overwhelming. It begged her to give in, to simply....

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She awoke with a terrible feeling in her stomach and throat; a burning, gagging sensation that left her feeling as though she might throw up. Her head felt so fogged over, like the night she had gone out drinking with a group of girls from the sorority up the street- God, that had been a terrible idea.

Had she been drinking again? No.. No, that couldn't have been it.
This didn't feel right. This didn't feel like her bed at all. Where-

It was starting to come together now, the realization of what had happened... Even if it was through a veil of confusion, she could remember bits and pieces of it... The three guys, the van, getting drenched and-

And...

The warm hands. They wouldn't stop moving, they were everywhere, trying to help warm her- and then... She was warm. Very warm. Too warm.

Her head was reeling again, the sudden feeling that she might wretch forcing her to drop her thoughts and focus instead on not losing what little contents may have been left in her stomach. She closed her eyes. It had to have been a dream. Some bad, bad dream... And if she could make herself go back to sleep, she'd be back in her own room, back in her own bed...