FBT 3

It was around 11.30pm, and Jonathan  was running around campus. So I lubbed on my hot pink sports bra and a pair of similar coloured skimpy FBTs. It was the shortest and smallest sized (XS) in my collection, without lining, and I thought it'll be cooler. It hugged my thighs nicely and tightly, and showed a clear pantyless bottom.

So I left hall and began running, alone. I felt the wind rubbing against my pussy and as the weather turned cold from the slight drizzle, my nipples hardened as well. As I swung my arms as part of the running stance, I purposely used my fingers to twitch my nipples a little, giving it a little more stimulation. Oh how I wished my 5km ended faster, so I could return to hall and masturbate from the horniness. Sensing even more coldness, I picked up speed to generate more heat to combat the cold wind.

When hearing some quicker running footsteps from behind, I was already panting. And from the pace and heaviness of these steps I could almost certainly tell it was a guy jogging at night as well. Good to slow down to let him overtake, I thought. I didn't turn back or around as the footsteps neared me, and out of a sudden, I felt a towel over my mouth, and a force which gagged me by mouth.

Shouting and shoving was to no avail from the sheer strength of the assaulter, who wore a black hoodie and black shorts with running shoes. Apparently I deducted that he had followed me for close to 1km. The next thing I knew was being dragged to a dark carpark nearby. I tried to struggle, but relented after being overcame time and again.

The notion of rape came into my mind. There's this love-hate relationship with forced sex for me. I thought as I got transferred to the dark area, and decided that I would try to make an escape later at the rape site. The bulging dick of the assaulter brushed against my silky FBTs, and I could feel out the whole rod rubbing against my butt crack, which slightly turned me on, and caused the dick to grow larger as we slowly moved to the site of sex.

Once safe, another equally buff figure blindfolded me. Oh, seems like such a planned activity. As they pulled my sports bra upwards to reveal my breasts, I still had the slightest thought of escaping, but once a delicate finger started to touch my left nipple, I aborted that thought. I got turned on from the possibility of rape, well done to me. Even if I didn't, I couldn't now. Another two was pinning me down, I felt, as the fingerwork got more and more intense, and more turned on I got. As I slowly felt the sports bra coming off and finally baring my breasts, I just wanted to give the rapists a good fuck. They left the FBTs on as they fucked me.

The first cock wasted no time in entering. It wasn't too big, it didn't cramp my whole vagina at least. It thrusted for a few minutes, before disposing the cum on my stomach, convenient enough.

The second went in quickly after the first. This time was even smaller - I could feel the difference in the space it uses up, it was very sparse compared to the large dicks I'm used to. It however got bigger as it thrusted, and in mere seconds, unloaded inside me. That's real business, I thought.

The third dick also unloaded in me. But this was big, warm, thick, and went straight onto the G-spot on the first thrust. And it didn't disappoint me in hitting the spot almost every subsequent one! It was totally worthy.

There were seven more dicks which entered my vagina, two more of which ejaculated inside. Ten cocks within 30 minutes or so. The four which shot inside left my vagina overflowing from four dickloads worth of cum, and it was literally dripping. The others, along with some which likely didn't penetrate, came all over my whole body. Truth be told, my climaxes were aplenty, and so was the pain, which they didn't give any regard to. It was probably one of the worst vaginal pains ever which came along with one of the most satisfying climax-series ever.

I was immobilised for a moment but told myself that I needed to get back to hall quick while I undid the blindfold and mouth gag. Hall was rather near, and I scrambled to find my sports bra, but to no avail. My FBTs were badly ruptured, so much so that they're much like a skirt as the centre conjoining fabric came off. The rubber waist band was also badly handled, and broke once I stood up.

Now I'm left topless with a broken skimpy FBT shorts, and I was in even more shock at the number of lights turned on as I turned around to look at my block. What a free show I gave! There was no better option now, except for hurrying back to hall and getting cleaned and rest.

I ran there as quickly as I could, more or less in the nude. When I stepped foot onto the hall area, Eileen so happened to be there and asked me what happened, while she offered to help me clean up. She's a lesbian, which I learnt that day. We walked up to her room and I recounted what happened to me. Once in her room, she passed me a towel and we went to the toilet together to wash up. I bathe with the door open, and just as I was in the cubicle, she quickly stepped in as well! Our eyes locked with a sense of love, and she pulled off her T-shirt which had no bra underneath, leaving just her black FBT shorts.

She gave me a peck which I wasted no time to turn it into a deep, long kiss. I then went down, pulled down her FBTs and did my lipwork forte on her shaved cunt. After some licking, I put the FBTs on the hook, and we kissed again, while she turned on the shower. You could've imagined what happened inside!

Went back to her room where we sat down, both naked, drank a little, and shared her toys. I got to know her much much better. When I was about to leave, she dressed me up in a pair of sky-blue FBTs and a running singlet, which was an XS, which fits her petite frame and B cup well, but severely undersized for me! Half of my waist was shown as I went back to my room to Jon, who caught me in this sexy attire, and you would've guessed how great I ended the night at 3am!