Delivery

Samantha eagerly complied; climbing up over Quinn's seated body. After aiming the tip of his cock at her slit she slowly slid down on it, impaling herself. Evidentially displeased with her lack of speed, Quinn grabbed her ass hard and began to force her to bounce up and down. Once Samantha had assumed the rhythm that he had shown her, though, he released her ass and relaxed, folded his hands behind is head.

Quinn's friends didn't wait for an invitation. The instant his hands were off of her ass, Samantha felt their hands crudely squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart. Once they were spread open, she felt someone forcing two fingers into her. The added girth of the second finger hurt her at first, but she quickly adjusted to it.

It wasn't just her ass that they focused on, though. A pair of hands reached over and slid up her chest, focusing on her breasts. Looking down, Samantha realized that they were a woman's hands.

Samantha had always identified as straight. She had never been with a woman, nor had she ever really wanted to. She considered batting the hands away and explaining that she wasn't gay, but it didn't seem like a great idea. Not only did it seem like it would be ineffective, but she suspected that if Quinn knew how uncomfortable she was about lesbian sex he'd likely make a point of forcing her into it.

Samantha tried to force herself to ignore the gender of the hands' owner, but found it difficult to do so. More troubling to her, though, was the fact that she realized she actually deeply enjoyed the stimulation. Though the stranger lacked the forcefulness of a man, she more than made up for it with her dexterity. As she continued to expertly massage Samantha's nipples, she found herself moaning in pleasure.

"So, you're into girls too, huh?" Quinn observed, picking up on Samantha's enjoyment. "Why aren't I surprised? That's probably for the best, by the way – you'll be sucking Jill's cunt later tonight, and I wouldn't want it to be awkward."

"I can't," Samantha protested weakly. "I'm not gay."

"Please, sluts like you can't be too picky," Quinn laughed. "You don't seem to care about her gender while she's fondling your tits, I doubt you'll care much later when she's fucking your mouth. It's a moot point, anyway – you don't have a choice."

Samantha was strangely grateful for his statement. The fact that she really didn't have a choice absolved her in a way. Realizing that she would be used as Quinn saw fit whether she liked it or not, she stopped fighting her reaction to Jill's talented fingers. She was still terrified by the thought of having to actually go down on a woman, but it didn't make much sense to dwell on it.

After several minutes of riding Quinn, Samantha felt the fingers that had been probing her anus withdraw. As soon as they were removed, she felt something wet and slipper being squirted into her ass. She couldn't tell precisely what it was, but she gathered that they were lubing her up.

After feeling the fingers massaging the cool fluid into her for a few seconds she found out why they were lubing her up. She couldn't tell exactly what the object was from her perspective, but she knew it was big. She assumed based on how it felt that it was a dildo, and though it didn't feel enormous it was certainly much larger than the fingers that had been inside her.

Samantha grunted loudly as they continued to force the object into her. Even with the lube it was still fairly painful for her, though the pain was manageable. Pain aside, she was getting extremely nervous – as the dildo pressed deeper into her ass, the fantasy of remaining an anal virgin throughout the night seemed less and less probable.

"Don't look so worried," Quinn stated, having noticed the concerned expression on Samantha's face. "They're just getting you ready. It might hurt a little, but you'll be grateful for it later."

"Ready for what?" Samantha demanded, already knowing the answer but not wanting to accept it.

"Ready to get your little whore asshole fucked, of course," Quinn laughed. "We've been through this, slut – you're a three-holer, and you're going to be used like one. Hell, as soon as they've got you stretched out I'm going to bend you over and do the honors."

"Please don't," Samantha begged. "Please, I'll cooperate with you for everything else, but please don't fuck my asshole!"

Samantha knew it was unlikely that he'd accept, but she felt the need to try. Although the idea of being used in all three holes was a major turn-on, she was terrified of making it a reality. Still, a part of her hoped that Quinn would outright refuse her request.

"I'll make a deal with you," he offered. "The talented young woman playing with your whore tits is named Jill. As I mentioned, Jill will most likely be fucking your face before the night is over. If you can get her off in under sixty seconds, I'll spare your tight little asshole – for tonight, at least."

Samantha considered the deal that he was offering. She was still terrified of actually going down on another woman, but it didn't seem like there was any way for her to avoid it. Getting her off in under a minute didn't seem likely, but she had to try.

"I'll do it," she reluctantly sighed.

Quinn motioned for his friends to back off. Removing the dildo from her ass they quickly obeyed. After wrapping his arms tightly around Samantha's waist Quinn stood up, lifting her up with him and keeping her impaled on his dick.

Looking over Quinn's shoulder Samantha watched as Jill took a seat in his place. After hiking her skirt up high, Jill spread her legs wide. Samantha gulped in dread as she pulled her panties to the side to reveal a neatly trimmed bush.

Lowering Samantha to the ground, Quinn forced her down to her hands and knees. As he took his position behind her, Jill reached forward and grabbed Samantha by her hair. Tugging on the hair, she pulled Samantha's head into her crotch.

As Samantha nervously approached, Quinn squatted down behind her and resumed fucking her. Distracted by his rough penetration, Samantha momentarily forgot all about Jill. Jill didn't seem to appreciate the lack of attention at all – holding her steady with one hand, she slapped her across the face with the other.

"Don't you fucking ignore me," she warned. "If you're going to get me off in under a minute, you're going to need to give me your complete, undivided attention."

"I'm sorry," Samantha tried to say before being silenced with another slap.

Jill pulled Samantha's face close to her crotch but didn't actually force her to make contact. In a way, that was worse – it forced Samantha to actively participate. Timidly reaching her tongue out, she gently touched it to Jill's clit, unsure as to what she's doing. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, but she just couldn't get over the fact that she was performing oral sex on a woman.

"You'll never get her off on time like that," Quinn criticized. "You're going to have to be far more aggressive. Speaking of which, someone keep time – she has one minute, started now."

Remembering that her anal virginity was on the line, Samantha repressed all the negative thoughts she was feeling about being with a woman. Diving it, she sealed her mouth over Jill's clit while forcing a finger inside her. Gently sucking on her clit while massaging it with her tongue, she began to finger fuck Jill.

"You know," Jill mentioned, "for someone who claims that she isn't gay you certainly seem to enjoy sucking cunt."

As the room burst into laughter, Samantha felt tremendous shame. She had never planned on being with a woman, and the fact that her first time was so vulgar wasn't helping her accept it. More troubling, the way that Jill referred to her so disrespectfully was a major turn-on. Telling herself that she was only doing it to spare herself from a worse fate, Samantha poured her energy into servicing Jill.

Though inexperienced, Samantha made up for her shortcomings with enthusiasm. Before long, Jill was beginning to moan and grind her crotch back into Samantha's face. Samantha began to feel optimistic – though making Jill cum in such a short amount of time seemed extremely difficult, it was beginning to feel more possible.

The idea of actually making a woman cum was simultaneously terrifying and highly erotic to Samantha. On the one hand, it seemed like the gayest thing that she could possibly do – there was no way that she could consider herself a straight woman after making another woman cum with her tongue alone. On the other hand, she realized that she deeply wanted to be used like that. The fact that it was so taboo only seemed to make it hotter.

As Samantha tried her hardest to get Jill off, Quinn seemed to be trying his hardest to distract her. Bracing his hands around her hips he fucked into her hard, showing her no mercy. His tactics were working – Samantha found it increasingly difficult to pay attention to what she was doing with Jill under Quinn's brutal assault.

Forcing herself to focus on Jill, Samantha abandoned any sense of dignity and did everything in her power to bring her off. Though she had never been with a woman before she knew what she liked when receiving oral sex, so she did just that. Before long, Jill was breathing heavily and making the same exact sounds that Samantha typically made when she was about to cum.

Samantha wondered how much time had passed. Distracted by both Quinn and Jill, she really had no idea. Still, no one had called time yet, so continued to focus on making Jill cum.

Forcing a third finger into Jill's vagina, Samantha brought her over the edge. As Jill wildly bucked her hips and pulled Samantha face into her crotch, Samantha felt herself cumming as well. Between the taboo of the situation and Quinn's powerful strokes, it was simply too much for her to hold back.

Eventually, both women's orgasms wound down to a finish. As Jill released her grip on Samantha's hair, Samantha looked up eagerly. She hoped that someone would tell her that she had succeeded and her asshole would be spared for the night, but all she received was more applause and laughter.

"Two minutes and eighteen seconds," someone called out.

"Well, you do get points for effort," Quinn laughed. "Unfortunately, that doesn't change the fact that you failed to live up to your side of our arrangement."

Quinn pulled out of Samantha as his friends moved in to hold her steady. After rubbing a generous amount of lube into his cock, he positioned the head at her anal opening. As he began to apply firm pressure, Samantha felt the head slip inside.

The pain may not have been impossible for Samantha to handle, but it certainly was impossible for her to ignore. Quinn was larger than the dildo she had taken earlier, and she could feel her asshole stretching to accommodate his girth. Thankfully, he went very slowly, but Samantha still struggled to not cry out in pain.

More noticeable than the physical pain, though, was the emotional turmoil. Right after being forced to accept that she could no longer identify as strictly straight, Samantha was being forced to accept that she could no longer claim to be an anal virgin, either. With her face still in Jill's crotch and Quinn slowly sliding his dick into her ass, Samantha felt sluttier than she had ever felt in her life.

As Quinn continued to push into her slowly, Samantha could feel every eyeball in the room glued to her nether region. She realized that they all probably knew they were seeing her first time taking it up the ass, and they apparently were very interested in how she would handle it. Some of them were taking pictures and video with their cell phones. Samantha wanted to bury her face and hide from them, but the only place to bury it was between Jill's legs.

Eventually, Samantha felt Quinn's hips pressing up against her ass. Realizing that he was fully inside of her, she began to weep in shame. Not only was she no longer a stranger to anal sex, but countless strangers had watched and recorded her deflowering.

Quinn gave her a moment to adjust before he began slowly pumping in and out of her. With each stroke, the pain gradually became less noticeable. To Samantha's horror, it actually started to feel good. Still mentally reeling from the knowledge that she was getting fucked in the ass in public, she struggled with the understanding that she actually liked it.

"I think this bitch is getting off," Jill laughed. "She's quiet, but I can hear her moaning."

"I'm not surprised in the slightest," Quinn shrugged. "She is a slut, after all. Still, you could always help her out a bit – she did get you off, after all."

Climbing down off the couch, Jill laid flat on her back and slid below Samantha's body. Feeling the woman force her head between her thighs, Samantha wasn't sure how to react. She felt as if she should protest in some way, but secretly was eager to let her continue.

Wrapping her arms around Samantha's waist from below, Jill reached her head up and began paying Samantha back for earlier. Samantha gasped as her tongue made content with her sensitive clit. To her surprise, she found that she deeply enjoyed the sensation of being sucked off by a woman.

Sensing that Samantha could handle a little more, Quinn began fucking her slightly harder. Having adjusted to his size, Samantha found that all of the pain and discomfort that she had experienced earlier had faded into pleasure. With Jill continuing to masterfully please her with her tongue, Samantha found it impossible to refrain from moaning openly.

None of it made any sense to Samantha. She didn't want to enjoy being sodomized, and she didn't want to enjoy being eaten by a woman, either. Still, the sensation of both of those things at the same time felt incredibly good to her. She tried to lie to herself and tell herself that she just liked receiving oral sex, but she couldn't get it out of her head that it was a woman who was making her feel so good.

Focusing her mind, she tried to pretend that it was actually a man who was expertly forcing his tongue into her vagina. Unfortunately, Quinn didn't seem interested in allowing her to indulge in that fantasy. Grabbing her hair, he forced her face down into Jill's vagina. Samantha struggled briefly to pull her face up, but it was futile. Quinn was far too strong, and a part of her actually wanted to be forced to go down on Jill again.

"Don't act so reluctant, slut," he warned. "It's insulting, and it's not like you're fooling anyone anyway. We all saw how cunt-crazy you were earlier, and we haven't forgotten."

Realizing that there was no point in resisting, Samantha dove in and went back to tongue-fucking Jill. Forcing her tongue into Jill's sopping wet pussy; she mirrored Jill's actions. As Jill's tongue and Quinn's cock gradually wore away her resistance, she found herself caring much less about how slutty she was acting and much more about how good it felt.

With Samantha's face buried in Jill's crotch, Quinn began to pick up speed. With each stroke he moved a little faster and went a little deeper. Enjoying the sensation of being fucked in the ass, Samantha began fucking him back.

After several minutes, Quinn was fucking her full-speed and Samantha was feeling yet another orgasm building. No longer interested in or capable of restraining herself, she embraced it. As the crowd of onlookers cheered her on Samantha ground her hips down into Jill's face, cumming hard.

Having brought Samantha to orgasm, Quinn pulled out of her ass. Rising to his feet, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head out of Jill's crotch. Holding her steady, he proceeded to ejaculate across her face. Samantha willingly opened her mouth to provide him with a target, but most of his semen still seemed to end up decorating her face. What little did manage to find its way into her mouth she swallowed eagerly.

With her willpower completely worn away by the multiple orgasms, Samantha allowed Quinn to pull her to her feet. She instantly missed Jill's talented tongue, but she was in no position to fight. Leading her back to the table upon which the pizzas sat, Quinn pushed her over it.

"Don't look so disappointed, slut," Quinn laughed, as he held her bent over the table. "I may be done with you for now, but this party is full of other people eager to take my place."

Going limp, Samantha was vaguely aware of Quinn's friends binding her in her position. She could hear the rip of duct tape as the attached her ankles to the legs of the table, and feel the rope wrapping around her wrists. Once Quinn took his weight off her she struggled briefly, more to test just how strong her bindings were than to escape. Finding them solid, she simply relaxed on the table.

Looking to the side, she saw Quinn place a mason jar next to her head. With the jar in place, Quinn removed the cash that she had been clutching in her hand the entire time and placed it inside the jar. Grabbing a marker, he wrote "TIPS" on the blank white label that was fixed to the jar.

"I know that you say you're not a whore," Quinn laughed, "but I think you have some real potential there. I think you'll find that profession to be far more lucrative than delivering pizzas."

Samantha knew that she should object, but she didn't feel like it. The truth was that she was eagerly anticipating the rest of the night. In her mind, being a whore didn't seem like that bad of a think to be anymore.