Now she is at the third homeboy because Turtle made sure he got his first. The third homeboy plunged inside of her and she felt a tear in her vaginal tissue. She winced in pain as he sweated on top of her steadily pushing his dick into her almost dry vaginal cavity. She finally couldn’t take it anymore and let the tears fall from her face. The pain was unbearable but the weight of number three was too heavy to push off. She cried in silent agony wanting to be set free but there was no one there to aid her. She tried to scream but found that she was too weak and her voice would only give out a low wine.
“This is a nasty bitch! You hear her moaning and shit cuz?” One voice said in the dark.
She didn’t reply. All she could hope for was that number three hurried and number four was quicker. Suddenly she felt a hard dick pushing her mouth open.
“By the time this nigga through she gone be all dried up. I just get some head from the bitch.” Another voice said in the dark.
She swallowed him in her mouth until finally she felt semen leak into her throat. She began choking and coughing as number three released similar fluids inside of her. He moaned with relief then finally climbed off of her. They didn’t even take the time to clean up. They quickly zipped their pants and ran out the motel room. She laid on the bed left all alone in the dark. The muscles on her body ached so much that she couldn’t move. With all the will she could muster she rose from the bed. She stumbled into the bathroom and quickly vomited inside the toilet. She held tightly to the commode for fifteen to twenty minutes allowing all the impurities to leave her body. Tears still fell profusely from her face as semen leaked from her vagina down both legs. She crawled over to the stand-up-only shower passionately turning on the faucet. She lifted herself up and climbed in the dingy shower and bathed long and hard with cheap motel soap. Her tears never stopped pouring. When she finally crawled out of the shower her legs shook as she slowly and carefully tried to reach the bed. Her legs buckled once. Her legs buckled twice. She finally was able to reach the bed that had the remnants of cigarette smoke ingrained in the odor of the bed cover. She rolled over on her back and fell into a deep coma like sleep. She didn’t awake until the cleaning lady banged on her door for clean up at eleven in the morning.
