your friends pranked you and put you stuck in a wall and put on both sides of the wall "free fuck"

A group of horny people started surounding around the wall

You were just hanging out with your friends, having a good time. Suddenly, they decided it would be funny to stick you inside a small, dark hole in the wall. The hole is just big enough for you to fit comfortably, but not move much. As you're struggling to free yourself, you hear them shouting things outside the hole. You can't see anything through the darkness, but you can make out some voices.

"Hey everyone!" one of them shouts. "We've got a special surprise for all of you today!" Another voice chimes in, "Yeah! Our friend here has volunteered to be...well, she's going to be someone's little plaything!" Giggles erupt from the crowd.

As you begin to panic, you feel hands grabbing at you, pulling and prodding your body. Before long, the entire surface of the wall on either side of you is covered in eager hands. You realize that your friends have written something on the wall above your head: "FREE FUCK".

The words send a shiver down your spine, and you tense up even more as you realize what's about to happen. One by one, the horny people surrounding you begin to grope you, squeezing your breasts, rubbing their erections against your body. Some even start sucking on your nipples, causing you to arch your back in pleasure despite the situation. A particularly large man roughly pushes his cock against your ass, grinding it into you as he moans into your ear.

"Want this, baby?" he asks, breath hot against your neck. "You better ask nicely if you want any of us to fuck you."

As more and more people continue to surround you, their hands exploring every inch of your skin, you find yourself growing increasingly aroused. The idea of having sex with all of them fills your mind, making it difficult to think clearly.

"Can...can I have all of you?" you manage to stammer out, voice shaking. "Or...a threesome? Please..."

There is a moment of silence, and then a chorus of laughter erupts from the crowd. "Oh, you dirty girl," someone says, running a hand through your hair. "I like that attitude!" Another person, seemingly taking charge, says, "Well, since she asked so nicely..."

The leader gestures for everyone to move aside, clearing a small space around you. Within moments, three men step forward, each one taking an arm or leg, holding you tightly against the wall. Their grips are firm but not painful, and they begin to thrust rhythmically against you, grinding their hips into yours as they take turns fucking you. Your body arches back instinctively, meeting thrust each with a moan.

You feel another set of hands on your hips, guiding you as the third man lines himself up at your entrance. He pushes inside you easily, filling you completely as he joins the others in this rough, passionate threesome. You can feel him hitting your cervix with every powerful stroke, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As the three men continue to use your body, their movements growing more intense by the second, you lose track of time and surroundings. All that matters is the sensation of being filled and claimed, of belonging to these strangers who have taken control of your body and your desires.

The thought of possibly becoming pregnant from this wild and unprotected sex flashes through your mind, making you shiver with excitement. But even as you consider the possibility, you feel yourself growing closer to orgasm. The three men pick up the pace, moving together in perfect sync as they drive deeper and faster into your yielding flesh.

You cry out, gripping the cold stone behind you as your climax washes over you in a wave of pure bliss. Your muscles clench around them, your pussy milking their cocks greedily as your voice fills the small room with pleasure. As your orgasm subsides, leaving you breathless and fulfilled, they continue to fuck you, their movements now fueled by the knowledge that they've brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

Your vision begins to darken at the edges, your body too sated and exhausted to hold on much longer. Just as you think you might pass out from the intensity, one of the men groans loudly, his hips bucking wildly as he comes deep inside you. A moment later, the other two follow suit, filling you with hot cum as they release themselves into oblivion.

With a final grunt, they pull out of you, leaving you spent and sticky against the cool stone. As your vision returns and you become aware of your surroundings once more, you realize that the crowd has thinned considerably, with only a few stragglers remaining to watch, their expressions a mix of lust and satisfaction.

As the last echoes of the orgy fade away, you lie there, eyes closed, lost in thought. The idea of being pregnant with someone else's child is both thrilling and terrifying. You picture yourself carrying this secret for nine months, feeling the baby move within you every time you have an orgasm like the one you just experienced. And then, when it's finally born, you'll have a physical reminder of tonight, proof that you surrendered completely to your desires and let fate take its course.

Slowly, you open your eyes, surveying the room one last time before gathering your things and heading off into the night, excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins. Whatever happens next, you know it will be unforgettable.

You say these words with conviction, looking around at the men still lingering near the entranceway. One of them meets your gaze and grins sheepishly, his cheeks flushed from exertion. "Well," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly, "I guess we should get you to a doctor, huh?"

The others nod in agreement, chuckling among themselves. They make their way towards the exit, giving you reassuring pats on the back as they pass. "Come on," one of them says, "let's get you taken care of."

As you follow them out onto the street, you can't help but feel a mixture of relief and elation. The knowledge that you are pregnant carries with it a strange sense of pride and accomplishment. You've given yourself freely to these strangers, and now you're going to carry their child. It's an incredible responsibility, but also an amazing gift.

You sigh contentedly, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm as you follow the group back into the night. Your mind is spinning with questions about what this all means, how you'll deal with your newfound condition, and most importantly, who the father is. But for now, you let those concerns fade away as you allow yourself to be led through the city by these protective and attentive men.

Nine months have passed since that fateful night at the orgy. You've been living with the constant reminder of what happened every time you felt your belly swell with the baby growing within you. As the due date approaches, you find yourself spending more and more time alone, reflecting on everything that has transpired.

One day, as you sit in your favorite park, feeding a stray cat some leftover takeout, you can't help but wonder if any of those guys remember you. Did they even notice when you disappeared from the scene? A pang of sadness washes over you at the thought that this might be the last time you ever see them again.

You wake up early one morning, feeling strange sensations deep down in your core. Your water breaks, sending a cold rush of liquid streaming down your legs. Gasping for air, you realize that your body is starting to push out the baby. Panic sets in as you race to the hospital, barely managing to dial the number before collapsing onto the sidewalk. "Help!" you scream into the phone, tears streaming down your face. "I'm having my baby!"

A group of men hear your desperate cries and spring into action. They rush over to where you are lying on the ground, checking your vitals and trying to calm you down. One of them calls an ambulance while another assists you in getting onto your hands and knees so that you don't harm yourself or the baby any further.

"It's okay," he whispers in your ear, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We're here to help." As the paramedics arrive, taking over your care, you let out a shaky breath, grateful for their presence. The men who found you remain close by, offering words of encouragement and support. You look around at their familiar faces, recognizing some of them from that night at the orgy. They nod back at you, smiling warmly. It seems they haven't forgotten about you after all.

Hours of excruciating pain later, you finally give birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. The doctors and nurses hurry her away to clean her up and check her over, but not before giving you a glimpse of her perfect little face. Tears of joy stream down your cheeks as they wheel you into a recovery room.

Your saviors from earlier gather in the waiting area, anxiously discussing the events that led up to this moment. When they see you being wheeled out, they all exchange relieved glances. One man in particular steps forward, walking over to your bedside. He takes your hand in his, his touch sending waves of calm washing over you.

"You did an amazing job," he says with sincerity. "You should be very proud." You look up at him, feeling a strange sense of connection forming between the two of you. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I hope we can stay in touch. I want to make sure both you and your daughter are doing okay."

Three days later, you're released from the hospital, still weak but much more capable of caring for yourself and your newborn daughter. Your friends, now acting as something like a surrogate family, help you settle into a temporary living arrangement until you can get back on your feet. They take turns watching over both of you while you rest, making sure you're well taken care of.

One afternoon, as you're rocking your baby girl to sleep, the man who helped you during the orgy and afterwards knocks on the door. He smiles warmly when he sees you, taking off his hat and coat before sitting down next to you on the couch.

"How are you doing?" he asks, reaching out to gently stroke your daughter's hair. "Any complications since leaving the hospital?"

"No, everything's been fine," you reply, grateful for his concern. "It's just been...overwhelming sometimes, you know? But they've all been so helpful." You gesture vaguely at the other people in the room, who smile back at you.

He nods in understanding, his gaze never leaving your face. "Well, we'd like to throw you a little welcome-back party tonight. Something low-key, just us. Would that be okay with you?"

You consider this for a moment, thinking about how nice it would be to socialize again. "That sounds lovely," you say finally. "Thank you."

His smile widens, and he stands up, offering you a hand to help you rise. "Great! I'll make sure everyone else knows the plan then. We'll pick you up here around eight o'clock."

The thought of having sexual relations with any or all of them hasn't exactly left your mind since the orgy, but you decide to play it cool. "Maybe later," you tease, winking at him. "I want to enjoy the company first." He laughs and leans in, kissing you on the cheek before giving you one more reassuring squeeze and heading out the door.

As the evening progresses, you find yourself relaxing into the familiarity of their presence. They're all so kind, and they seem genuinely happy to have you back. The conversation flows easily, ranging from stories of past adventures to discussions about your shared interests. You feel a bond forming between you, deeper than anything you've ever experienced before.

Around midnight, as everyone starts to get up to leave, the man who helped you during the orgy pulls you aside. "Listen," he says quietly, "I just wanted to apologize if anything I did that night made you uncomfortable. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard, and I understand if you need some space."

You look up at him, surprised by his sincerity. "No, it's fine," you say honestly. "In fact, I don't think I would have made it through without you. And honestly...it felt good. Being part of something like that. And knowing you were there for me." His eyes widen slightly, and he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"Well, I hope we can continue to be friends then," he says softly. "Because I really do care about you both." You smile, feeling warmth spread through your chest at his words.

As the hours stretch on into the morning, the party begins to wind down. Your saviors gradually filter out one by one until only the man who comforted you earlier remains. He sits beside you on the couch, watching as you rock your daughter gently back and forth. The air between you feels charged with an undeniable sexual energy.

He clears his throat awkwardly, not sure how to broach the subject. "Look," he begins, "I know things got pretty intense tonight, but I want to make sure you're still comfortable with everything that happened. Is there anything I can do to help?"

You hesitate for a moment before answering. "Yes," you whisper, glancing shyly up at him. "There is something I want." His eyebrows raise expectantly, and despite your lingering nervousness, you find yourself growing bolder. "I want to feel that way again," you admit, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

His expression turns thoughtful. "Are you sure? There are other ways we could...share this intimacy."

"No," you say firmly, surprising even yourself. "I want it to be like before. With all of them. I want to belong to everyone." His eyes widen, and he leans forward, cupping your face in his hands.

"Are you certain?" he asks, voice thick with desire. "Because once we cross this line, there's no going back." You nod, feeling a thrill race through you at his words.

"Then let's make some memories," he whispers, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against yours as one hand slips beneath your shirt, teasing at your nipple. The other hand pushes into your hair, holding your head in place as he devours your mouth. Your heart races, body your burning with need.

He pulls away briefly, panting. "Do you want them all here now?" he asks roughly, his eyes blazing with lust. "To see what their little savior wants?"

You nod frantically, tears prickling at your eyes. "Yes," you manage to croak out. "Please." He grins, a predator's smile that sends a thrill of fear down your spine. "All right then," he says, reaching for his phone. "Let's get the party started again."

He types a message into his phone, then holds it up so you can see the screen. It reads simply: We have a special surprise guest who wants to play. Be ready.

Within minutes, the door flies open and your rescuers file back into the room, laughter and boisterous greetings filling the air. They take one look at the two of you on the couch and exchange knowing glances, heat rising in their cheeks. As they close ranks around you, their hands trailing possessively over your skin, you yourself feel dissolve into ecstasy once more.

Your gaze drifts between the five men, each of whom is watching you intently. You feel hot and flushed, desire swirling through you like a living thing. You glance shyly at the man sitting next to you, the one whose lips you just felt against yours. He smiles encouragingly, a wicked gleam in his eye.

He leans forward and begins to remove your clothes, revealing your body to the group. The looks they give you, the way they touch you, feels like a physical possession. Their hands stroke, caress, and bite, leaving marks that will be visible for days afterward. The sensation is almost painful in its intensity, but you crave it nonetheless.

As they bring you closer and closer to the edge, you find yourself wondering what comes next. Will they let you belong to all of them? Or will they each take a turn claiming you? The anticipation is unbearable, but you're content to let events unfold however they may.

You look up at the man who started everything, the one who rescued you from this room. He meets your gaze, his expression promising that no matter what happens, he'll be there to see you through it. With a final thrust, he pushes inside you, their shared release sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As the world fades back into focus, you realize with a start that you're still stuck in the wall. But somehow, in this moment, it feels different. It feels right. And as you look around at the five men, now sated and relaxing against each other, you know that you'll always belong here.

Time passes slowly, but eventually the men begin to stir, stretching languidly before looking around the room with bleary eyes. They exchange glances, memories flashing across their faces like a film reel. You watch them with a strange sense of detachment, marveling at how easily they've accepted the new reality.

One by one, they bid you farewell, offering words of thanks and encouragement before disappearing out the door. Soon enough, only the man who rescued you remains. He studies you for a long moment before speaking. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks softly.

You nod, swallowing hard past the lump in your throat. "I'm sorry if I've caused any trouble," you manage to say. "But I really do feel safe with all of you."

He smiles gently, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your face. "We'll take care of you," he assures you. "And if anything ever changes...if you want things to be different..." He trails off, searching your eyes for some sign of hope.

You offer him a small smile in return. "Thank you," you whisper. "For everything." He nods, seeming to accept your words as a promise rather than mere gratitude. Together, you sit there for a while longer, lost in thought and each other's company, until finally the silence becomes too much.

"Well," he says with a sigh, standing up. "Guess it's time to find somewhere else to sleep." You nod, reluctantly forcing yourself to stand as well. Side by side, you make your way out of the room, back into the dimly lit hallway. The air feels cool against your bare skin, a welcome contrast to the heat that's

You wait patiently, listening to the sound of their footsteps fade further and further away. Eventually, only silence remains. Slowly, you begin to relax, your body melting back into the wall with a contented sigh. As the last echoes of their passage die away, you close your eyes, feeling safe and loved for the first time in what seems like forever.

Time passes, but you lose all track of it as you drift in and out of sleep, lulled by the comforting presence of the men around you. When you finally wake again, it's to the sound of voices nearby. Blinking groggily, you peer out from your hiding place, wondering if they've discovered your secret. But no, they're simply talking amongst themselves, laughing and joking as though nothing unusual has happened.

Carefully, you push yourself away from the wall, wincing as pins and needles dance across your skin. Gingerly, you stand upright, stretching out your cramped muscles. The men notice your movement and turn to look at you curiously. "Morning," one of them says with a grin. "Sleep well?"

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, thanks." They nod back, exchanging knowing glances before turning their attention back to whatever task they were discussing before. You watch them warily for a moment longer, then decide that perhaps it's best not to draw any more attention to yourself. Slipping quietly past them, you make your way deeper into the house, hoping to find a room where you can be alone.

Eventually, you stumble upon a small, cozy bedroom tucked away at the end of a dimly lit hallway. The bed is unmade, sheets tangled and rumpled, but it looks inviting nonetheless. You climb underneath, curling up into a ball and closing your eyes, grateful for the peace and quiet. As you drift off to sleep again, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for you now. But for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel safe enough to let that thought go.