"Candy's made quite a mess of those cute panties, hasn't she, men?" said Creavy, and I could feel the hole pucker, open and close, open and close, as it leaked out. The big wad that had splatted the entire back of my panties was now slowly oozing out down my thighs, and, humiliatingly, down my balls. I was almost empty, and that was a good feeling.
"So, Ms. Apple," said one of the guests, "I see you're the type that likes the feeling of sperm swimming up your shit canal, huh?" he said, and rubbed his bulge.
"Oh, she loved it," said Creavy,"even came herself once I creamed 'er."
His cream was now a big stain on the back of my panties and, for some reason, I laughed that I had made him waste his seed in my boy ass, though this was nothing I should be laughing about.
"Judging by her make-up, I'd say Din fed her dinner, eh?"
"Right you are, mate."
"So neither of you wanted to fuck 'er proper, eh?"
I felt a hand go into the back of my panties and a finger caressed my pulsing hole. It was Creavy's, and he looked me in the eye. Slowly, he pushed the finger in, and I moaned, and he said "this one's a special girl. Only two at a time, gentleman."
He popped his finger out and I felt a bit more spunk spill down over my balls.
"Oh, I see!" said the inquisitive man.
"Show em, Candy, show em what you were hiding last time," Creavy said, gesturing towards the vase.
Mortified, I walked over to the vase, hiked up my butt, and showed off my ass, legs spread shoulder length. The bulge was visible, and it was soaked.
"Unbelievable. A pretty girl with a nice ass and a tight package!" said the inquirer, and I heard him smack his lips.
I looked over my shoulder at Din, and suddenly my jaw hurt, and I looked over at Creavy, and my asshole finally settled into shape: a small, barely open hole, dripping slowly.
"Aw, no pussy?" said one guy, disappointed, "well, Creavy, is her ass any good?"
"Best I've ever had," said Creavy, and I felt his rough hands on my asscheeks as he quickly humped my ass once or twice through our clothes.
I couldn't hide my blush.
"So, did you fellas decide who's first?" said Din.
"Jeff's going first. Fancies himself some lipwork," said the questioning man.
They all looked over to Jeff, who hadn't said anything, and was sitting in the corner on an armchair. He sat, legs spread, in a reclined position. Just then, he moved the first time, and beckoned me over.
Creavy put his arm around me and played with my pigtail. "Well then, why don't you go say helloooo to Jeff, Candy?" he said, dragging out the "o" in a suggestive way.
I hesitated for a second, embarassed, and then strutted over to Jeff, heel to toe.
"Hello, babe," he finally spoke. He had a low, rough voice. "Ready for it?"
"Yeah," I said, and licked my lips. I was resigned to my fate, and couldn't wait to go home.
"Hands and knees, and do it the right way," he said.
I got down on my hands and knees, and the whole crowd was behind me, watching the panty- shot. I wiggled for them.
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. My eyes, again, widened. It wasn't as long as Din's or Creavy's, who were comparable, but it was even thicker.
"You've got a small mouth, babe, so you're gonna have to really open wide," he said, and put his hand on the back of my head. He didn't motion forward. I realized, him being seated in the chair, he wasn't in a good position to thrust, and I was expected to do the work.
I brought my mouth forward, my lipgloss forming a neat ring, a target for him, and breathed on it. He seemed to like that. I leaned in closer, and licked the tip, and was rewarded with some precum for my troubles. I reached my hand up, and it was hard to keep steady on one hand, and grabbed his cock near the middle, and squeezed a bit. My hand barely fit around it, and I could hear my mouth, jaw, and throat objecting. In spite, I pushed my head forward, hiked my ass up, heard the "whoa!s" behind me, and my lips stretched around the head; it barely fit. I couldn't help but close my eyes and the tears started to stream down my face. My lips touched my fingers, and I knew I had to move my hand but there was no room, so I squeezed my lips a bit (didn't have to try too hard), and started to move up and down on the shaft with my mouth and hand, and my butt lurched back and forth for the watching crowd.
His breathing was already heavy, and his hand on the back of my head firm, so I knew I doing well for my first real blowjob. That satisfaction made me sway my butt side to side with confidence, before he leaned his upper body over me and I was surrounded by him. There was no where I could go. He put a hand on my face, on my cheek, and his other hand reached around and held my ass cheek.
The hand on my head urged me to go faster and faster, and I knew he was getting ready to blow in my mouth, but he had never said how he wanted his happy ending, and now, that I was paraded in front of anyone anyway, I may as well take the cum on my face and spare myself having to try to swallow the oncoming flood of sperm.
"Mmmmm, nggggh" he grunts, before, "little miss, you're gonna grow up to be a fine cum receptacle." I smile inside, knowing that I'll be the receptacle of no cum from this guy.
His whole body tenses up in the way that I now know is the male response to orgasm in regards to a tight mouth, or a tight ass, like I have. I start to slide my mouth back and continue to gesture more and more with my hand, trying to pump it out of him. He doesn't stop my mouth, so I assume that he's willing to pull out and blast his little miss with cum in her face.
I get to his tip, and kiss it one last time. As I go to pull my lips off his cock, I feel an objection in the hand on my ass, and I'm locked into place, surrounded by this man, with my lips still on his cock.
As an instinctive response, I start to flail my behind around, trying to come loose of his grip, but he maintains our connection with just the head of his massively-girthed cock.
I feel a small splurt, and think that I've still got time, before he comes, full-on, in my waiting, fearful mouth. I feel my cheeks fill, and I regret not trying to throw him off at the last second, as I realize I can not swallow fast enough and start to choke. I swallow a batch of his baby batter and it is instantly replaced with another flood of cum, and I feel the thick substance pouring out of my nose. I had felt confident for just a bit, and because of that I got to swallow all of his cum without realizing it. A couple of seconds later, he splurts the last bit onto my tongue, and I swallow one last time, and he sighs. He keeps me on his tip, and then pulled me in a bit and told me to "clean him off." I licked dutifully, and deepthroated him for a second, and then while I was cleaning the middle of his shaft, I burped and tasted the cum in my entire mouth. He gave me a little pat on my ass and rubbed my cheek before releasing me with a "thanks, slut." I had literally been a bit hungry before I got to Creavy's house, and now I wasn't. Had I lost my appetite, or had the spunk satisfied it?
I stand on my feet and look back over, and he pats me on the ass, and puts a hand on my thigh.
"She's a natural born," he said.
"Who's next?" said Creavy, and I could see he was erect again.
"That'd be me," said the inquisitive man. He walked to the middle of the room and sat on a nearby armchair. "Come have a seat on my lap, Ms. Apple."
It was then that I recognized the man, wearing circular glasses and a black tie. He was my history teacher, Mr. Virgil, and he hadn't even recognized me!
I walked over to him, and he gestured to sit in his lap. As I bent down over his crotch, he said "wait, pull down those stinky panties. Don't want you to get my pants dirty."
So I did. I got up, wiggled them down past my hips and my ass, and dropped them to the floor, before stepping my heels over them. I went to sit, again, without looking.
I dropped down slowly, as he had expected, and so I felt the tip of his cock, perfectly set up to pucker my pooper, in surprise. He put his hands on my shoulders. "What's the matter? Have a seat."
This was something else entirely. I had to impale myself in the butt, up on my history teacher's cock. I thought to myself, "you better give me an A, for asshole," and then started to drop my weight down, and I didn't even get to tell Santa what I wanted.
Creavy's entrance had been easy, but at the angle I was dropping my butt on him, it wasn't a direct path into my ass. He pressed against my balloon knot for a bit, and I thought to sit up and try again, before it popped into my ass; the entire head.
I yelped a girly yelp and couldn't help but shake, and I knew his hands on my shoulders were to prevent me from jumping to my feet. I bit my lip and looked around at the other men, they were all watching me maneuever my shitpipe around my history teacher's cock, and I felt I much more embarasased than when I had swallowed Jeff's stress, all four gallons of it, and had it spew out my nose.
I knew I was supposed to keep going but my bowels objected actively. The spasms must have caused Mr. Virgil to have quite a good time, as he started to spasm and jerk his own cock, which wasn't helping the maneuvering. I put my hands on me knees and sat my thighs on his knees, and my heels were barely on the floor. I took a deep breath, thought about the log in my butt, and let myself fall, let my heels rise off the floor, into his lap.
I yelled "Oh my god!" in Candy's sexy, lusty voice, and it must have looked like I was having a good time, because Virgil's erect cock in my colon lined up perfectly with my own, erect penis, which lifted up my skirt hem in the front, but I screamed because it felt like I had sat on a cactus. He pulled my body closer to his and took his hands off my shoulders and wrapped them around my belly. Again, my guts were massaging a cock, and my mouth was slightly agape, and I put my hands on my chest, just above his. He rocked his hips a bit and kept my anus locked around the base of his cock for a bit, and I realized just how big the seat was when I shifted us back, and I felt like I was falling into the seat, and my legs were just naturally poised up in the air. Mr. Virgil was letting out a low groan the whole time.
"Creavy, you weren't kidding, this butthole is heaven."
"And it's cute, too,"said Creavy.
Though each time we were with company, each man that had fucked me so far had tried to let us have a private conversation, and Mr. Virgil was no different. "That cute little butthole is three-inches wide, isn't it, Ms. Apple," he said, and I knew he was imagining me as a student in his class while he kept stuck up in my asshole.
I thought for a minute he wanted me to move, but I couldn't, and then he started. He grabbed me forcefully by my thin waist, and I started to tremble as he pulled me up off his cock, a nd then let my tush fall into his lap, as viewed by the other men, and my pipe slide over his shaft, as only him and I really knew.
"Nnnngh" I said as I dropped that time. I thought it would be easier now, but that quick, gravity-induced thrust was too much for me. I couldn't believe Mr. Virgil would be the second man to fuck my ass.
"How are you, Ms Apple, are you having a good day?" he said, into my ear, and he bit it.
"Great, just great, I've got a bone in my butt, just how I like it," I said, and wiggled a bit, and the feeling was too much, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I stayed there for a bit, just rising and falling, until I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. It rumbled a bit, and started to move around. I realized that it was an air pocket caused by his fast, jerky fucking. I felt him poke the bubble in my colon when he dropped me for the umpteenth time.
He must have felt it, too, because when he lifted me up this time, he didn't drop me down, and waited. I started to shake as I tried to hold it in. I said "ung, ugh!" before I felt his cock vibrate violently in my ass and knew, from playing the clarinet, that meant that I had just farted over his cock. I turned, and worried he'd be angry, but his eyes weren't there. Before the rumbling had stopped, he dropped me back down, and I felt a bit of relief in my tummy before he grabbed hold under my legs and lifted me up again. The sensation had made him lose his mind.
Now he pulled me up and dropped me on his dick faster than I could process it and I started to drool. I lost my breath and he started to thrust, too. With each bounce, my penis bounced too, and he must have been fucking my ass at mach four. I put my hands over my skirt to hide my little stiffy as he rammed me, because I knew, after Creavy's buttfucking, what it felt like to have cum forced out of you by a cock in your ass.
I moaned, and squeeled a bit, and then came under my skirt, on the sofa, and I splurted a few times, before the sensation of being fucked and not having a hard-on set in. I now really was a girl, doing it just for his enjoyment. My ass was so stretched I thought I'd pass out.
He was going faster and faster, and I knew that I'd never live it down if my history teacher came in my ass. Without thinking, I whispered, "please Mr. Virgil, please don't nut in my ass." I hoped he didn't hear me.
His thrusting picked up the pace and I realized that saying such a thing had got him really going. After a couple of seconds, he rammed it all the way into me and sat there, and at first I was confused, and then I realized he had come to understand why I knew his name, and why I called him Mr. Virgil.
He put his hand on the nape of my neck and pulled me back into the seat further with him for a chat.
"I see, you're in my class," he said, and I replied "and you're in my ass, yeah."
He chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry, but it's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck a student, if you couldn't tell," he said, and swiveled his cock around deep in my ass. "That you're one of my boy students makes it even more exciting!" he said, and took my hand off my chest, and pulled it behind my back. He bent me now in half, and I rested my face on my leg, and I felt again like I had when I submitted to Creavy. He started to pump normally and whispered again in my ear, "I'm afraid you've earned detention, Ms. Apple," he started, "you can either write, I will not be a cock-tease on the blackboard a hundred times," and I wanted to do that, "or, we can forget the detention and I can blow in your dirty little ass!" he said, and started to thrust hard, tensing up, and I knew that my history teacher had made me his bitch.
He pinned my arm down and really gave it to me and I could barely take it. "I can't believe you farted on my cock, you little slut! Been fantasizing about that in my class, have you? Well, let me share my fantasy with you!"
His thrusts were hard, and took my breath away, and with each one came a wet, liquid sound that everyone in the room knew was my history teacher trying his best to impregnate me. Eventually, he finished, and lay back into the chair, breathing heavily. He nudged me off him. I got my heels on the ground, but my weight was too far back in the chair, so I had to rock back and forth to get up, and at first, he was still in me, so he seemed to enjoy that. Eventually he slipped out, and I rocked another time and then pulled myself forward.
I stood on my feet and wobbled a bit. It was getting difficult to stand in heels and keep my legs shut to hold the cum in my ass. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked to no one in particular. I felt a bit more confident now that my skirt was hiding me again, but I was still missing my panties.
Creavy was the one to respond. "You didn't care about letting my spunk go, Candy. I mean, look at those drenched panties," he said, gesturing to the lump of silk and sperm that I had left on the floor, "why do you want to have some private time with Mr. Virgil's?" he said, grinning.
And then, my identity was revealed. Mr. Virgil couldn't tell exactly who I was, as he never payed much attention to any of the boys, but he had a few guesses, and that was all they'd needed to nail down who I really was. I heard my name among the ones he listed, and when he said it, I could tell that deep down, he wanted it to be me. I openly mocked him in class, about his glasses, about his haircut, his voice, because I knew he hit on the female students. As he said my name, he shot a glance at me, and at least a week's worth of teacher's stress was bubbling in my ass.
"I can't wait anah more! They've had their fill, let's get this party staated!" said one of the men I hadn't been intimate with yet.
"Very well, then," said Creavy. "Before our dirty Ms. Apple lets loose all her troubles all over my floor. Make sure to keep her cute little butthole well-plugged at all times, or she'll lose a load." He smiled. "I'm gonna go take care of some things upstairs, and then I'll be back down here to take my turn."
The impatient man had taken a seat in the middle of the carpet, and they all started to disrobe. While everyone was getting ready, Mr. Virgil came over to me and put his hand on my ass, and whispered into my ear. "You shot off your mouth so many times in my class, now you shot all over the sofa. Messy, messy," he said. "How's that jizz taste in your ass?" he bit my ear again, and pulled down my skirt. "Ms. Apple, what do you think of my glasses?"
"I think they're cute," I said, and thought about how stupid they looked, and how much he had come in my ass.
"Liar," he said, and stuck two fingers in my ass. I gritted my teeth like a whore and started to shift my legs around his fingers which were probing around. With my skirt off now, I had no way of hiding my growing erection.
"Do you regret anything," he said, sticking a third finger in my ass. I didn't want to make it worse.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Virgil!" I said, and moaned, I couldn't control it.
"Only if you catch me once for every time you mocked me, bitch," he said, and slapped me hard on the ass, and I yipped.
"We're ready for you, Miss," said one of the other gentleman. "Just get up on top of Dill here."
I stood over Dill, legs spread. He looked me in the eyes and said without words, "this will be your third buttfuck, girly"
I had never mounted someone so that they could mount me before. I knelt slowly, and got down on both knees around his belly. "Just put yer hands on mah chest, I'll 'andle this," he said.
I put my hands on his chest, and this time I could make eye contact, unfortunately.
"How lubed do you think you are, Miss" said one of the guys standing next to me, his hand on my shoulder. Mr. Virgil was on the other side of me, holding that shoulder. Jeff was still in his seat, behind me, and I could see him watching my ass, which he hadn't had yet. Din was sitting, legs crossed, on the chair ahead, mouthing "cowgirl." I was a cowgirl with a luscious ass, and I was gonna ride this bull. Shit.
"Well, I've still got a load in there," I said, and Virgil held onto my shoulder tighter, "one that's probably still got a bit, and a buttload of lube," buttload, I say. It's like I want for them to break my ass.
"Ya should be fine then. 'ere I go!" he said, and put his cock against my slightly open starfish. He started to pump it on the outside, no penetration yet, and looked me in the eyes. He had one hand on his cock and the other on the side of my ass cheek. I didn't want to see his response as he re- cockified my aching backpipe, so I closed my eyes.
"Oi! Open yer eyes!" he said, and I opened them on command. He made sure I was looking at his face as he got ready.
He put in the tip a bit, and I felt the hole open up in what was now its natural response, and I steeled myself for the rings being opened one by one, which both times made me feel helpless. He spared me that worry.
"Right up her ass! Flawless!" said Jeff, and I'm sure he threw some popcorn.
Virgil and the other guy pushed me down by my shoulders, and Dill thrust himself up. He rammed his cock, which was the fattest I'd had in my ass so far, all the way up my ass and I saw stars, my whole body lurched, I gritted my teeth as hard as I could, said "nnnnnnnghhhhhhh!" went cross- eyed, watch him open his mouth with a loud "unggggggg," felt him remove his now useless hand, as I was definitely locked in place by his entire god-damned bone, and he put both hands on my hips. My colon spasmed around him more than I wanted it to, and once I had my breath back, I yelled out "my ass!!!," and the tears flowed down my cheeks. I pushed hard against Dill's chest, which just made me arch my back more.
Virgil had pushed down on my shoulder much harder than he needed to with spiteful vengeance. "What about your ass?" he said, "is something wrong?"
I squeezed my legs around Dill's hips and pulled my body up, which was met with resistence from both hands, and Dill's own hands holding onto my hips. I pulled up an inch, and he pulled me down on his cock. Eventually I stopped, feeling it futile.
Dill sat in my stirring guts for a bit before he spoke.
"Use your hands and your legs. Don't worry, this bronco won't buck you off." he said, grinning.
I knew now what Din meant by cowgirl. It was a rodeo. I was expected to fuck myself on his cock.
"Ah can take it from 'ere, gentleman. Leave 'er to me."
Virgil reluctantly let go, as did the man next to me.
I knew I had to. I started to lift myself up, off the shaft. Letting out a cock feels much better once you've developed an appreciation for it over the alternative. When I reached the tip, I stopped, and waiting for Dill to drop me back down, but he didn't. I looked over at Virgil, and remembered how his teacher-assfucks-disobedient-student fiasco had started, with me having to drop my candy ass onto his massive teacher's aide.
I reluctantly started to sit back down, swallowing Dill's cock in my ass, and I got to watch his face as I brought him deeper back into Candy's shitpit. The cum in my belly stirred.
"Nice. Faster." said Dill. I lifted myself back up, and started to slowly let him pooper me like he wanted, when he slapped me on my ass, and my muscles clenched up. "Grab on, you've gotta ride me, remember? And faster!" he said, and pulled me. I dropped down and for the second time, Dill had given me the taste of an anal blowout, so I decided I'd take the speedinto my own hand so he wouldn't keep ramming it in like that. I rose up, and quickly slid it back into me. A small pool started to accumulate on his stomach, dripping down from my cock. "Sorry babe!" I said.
"Can't be helped. You can't get enough of Dill's dick, I guess," said Virgil, sneering.
"If you're having such a good time that you're messing me all up, go FASTER!" he said and rammed me quick, to the hilt, twice. The first time I lost breath and went "nnnnnngh," the second time he forced "I'm sorry," from my lips.
"Just get to it!" he said.
I knew better than to test his patience anymore. I started to ride, up and down, up and down, I was in control of how Candy took it in her ass and that didn't make me feel any better. If I was really in control, I wouldn't have Dill in my ass, all smiles. I knew that when Dill got off, I would have gotten him off with my big, soft butt, just so I could catch his load. Up, down, up, in, out, in out.
"That's enough love-making for now!" said the guy who was holding my shoulder previously, and I thought for a second that I could go home, wash out my ass, take off my slut clothes, drink some soda to wash out the taste of cum, and start the long process of working off my fun-to-fuck ass. Then the man walked over, to my side and a bit in front, pantsless, and his erect cock bobbed in front of my face. It was the long type.
"Now you'll be a good whore!" he said, and pinched my nose shut. I couldn't figure out why until a few seconds went by, and I forgot to keep riding Dill, who reminded me with my asses' least favorite way to be reminded (a whole honest to god cock filling it in half a second), and I realized I couldn't breath and had now forced the breath out of my lungs.
I took a deep, wide, breath, with a wide, open mouth, and knew that I was going to be breathing in more than air with it.
I had gotten so used to be dicked in my ass that I forgot how humiliating it was to be mounted in the face. He put the whole thing in, a deepthroat, and of course I gagged. He didn't seem to mind.
"Name's Kennedy, if you cared. Probably don't," he said, and pulled out, and I coughed. He started to pump it in at the entrance, like Din had just before he came, and I realized it was just to get me stuck sucking a guy off without distracting too much from the ass fucking.
I started to ride Din again, in out, and the cum inside me kept making loud, squelching noises, so I blushed. I sucked gently on Kennedy's dick just to keep him from getting too uppity, and felt the cocks in at either end.
"I'm next!" said a guy to my right. He walked over to me, and grabbed my hand, put it on his dick. I knew he wanted a handjob, but didn't really know how to give one, so I just gently squeezed his cock a few times, remembering to do my girly duties in my mouth and ass. Suck, squeeze, tongue, bounce on my tush. I had synced my rythym with the two men "making love" to my digestive tract. I tugged on the guy's dick a few times.
"Aight, Ken, back off. Ngh, Lemme have her to ugh, my self for a bit," said Dill between grunts.
"Fine," said Kennedy, and he rammed it into my throat, and again I gagged. He held it there, and I thought I would black out, but intentionally I kept Dill happy with a combination of ass-sucking and ass-squeezing, to prevent more torment. Mercifully, Ken pulled out of my mouth and stood off to the side, saliva and precum still linking my lips to his member.
I dropped both hands, and the "next" guy said "damn it," and put them back on Dill's chest, and pumped him in and out faster. His own hips were now rising up to match my stride, and I gasped a few times as I dropped down and he thrusted up, as it was even faster than his pooper-wrecking antics from before. I knew he was near the time Candy liked to call "butt-pumpin' cum dumpin'" which meant I was about to have Dill's come ceremoniously dumped in my butt. Again, I didn't want to be Candy, and wanted to just jump off him and leave, but I knew that wasn't what was about to happen. Dill was about to reward his dutiful cowgirl with a helping of his specially-mixed butt-caulk.
I couldn't tell this time by the feeling of his balls on my cheeks, but I could tell by the look on his face he was getting closer to giving me my dessert. He pulled my back forward, and I was bent over nearer to his face. I brought my shoulders closer together and rose my hands into the air, turned up my wrists, and didn't know what to do with them. Dill leaned forward, and kissed me full on the mouth, and I wished he had slapped me.
He was moaning into my mouth, and mine into his. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he offloaded the orgasm-worth of cum of his life into my ass while he kissed me, and Candy thought "he's got class, hehe" and I thought "don't be so nice to me, I don't want it, I don't want this jizz in my butt!" and he squirted and squirted, all of these men were infatuated with Candy and here he was giving me a kiss while sowing his seed in my fertile ass-garden.
"Good one, Dill," said Virgil, laughing at my misfortune. I tasted Dill's tongue and knew that Virgil would want to kiss me now, too, just to solidify his revenge.
He didn't waste any time, and let go of the locked lips, and pulled his cock out of my ass with an audible, embarassing "plop." I had to squeeze my cheeks closed with my hands to prevent his loving load from following his cock, as well as the other wad of cum filling me. I knew no one could come that much but I felt like I had at least a gallon stored up, and wondered how anyone could have more than two loads in them at once.
I was about to find out. Ken put his filler dick back in my mouth and the eager bachelor number two slipped in between my legs and tripped me, so I sat back on his legs. He pulled me up quickly and told me "you'll regret letting me go unnattended like that," and I had the feeling he was being perfectly honest.
What Dill had done was to bring his cock out of my ass to the tip, and then drop me down the full way. This new guy wasn't so nice. He wasn't even in my ass one second and then he positioned himself quickly, and before I had time to say "be gentle, please, I'm sorry," I was breathless.
Up went cock number four. My ass twitched and tried to get an imprint of its shape, but it was too late, it was out already. Again, it plummetted into my guts and I wanted to apologize, but it was my poor, innocent butthole that was doing the apologizing. He sat up and we were shoulder to shoulder, and then, with some help from the "aides," he stood up and wrapped my legs around him. I smiled for a moment in my head when I realized that, if he took his hands away, and I mine, I could probably remain suspended above him, on his pole. This amusing image was in my head for all of a moment when I felt gravity at work, and my back hit a high table nearby, knocking the wind out of me. As I gasped for breath, I made note of the position: my legs together, straight pointed in the air, heels parallel, with my hole exposed underneath my round and sore pouch, but from his point of view my vertical-thing was hidden, nestled between my thighs. He spoke.
"Knock knock," he said, poking at my hole, which yielded somewhat easily. "Who's there?" I replied.
He responded by gently entering. I was surprised. He slowly started to move in and out, and somebody dimmed the lights. Now I knew the game. He wasn't being nice, he was taking his vengeance in a more subtle way. They wanted him to charm me, a boy.
"How's that feel, baby?" he said looking around my legs as he held them by them together by the ankles. He poked a bit, deep, before withdrawing again in slow, determined strides. One hand stroked my leg down to my thigh, and my ass, and back again. He kept up the slow pace, but somehow felt stronger.
"Close your eyes," he said, quietly. I did. All I felt was his cock in my ass, and his hands on legs. "How's it feel?" he said again.
"It's... fine," I said, trying not to offend or congratulate.
"How about this? Is this better?" he said, keeping deep and rocking slowly. It did feel better, but for what?
"Yeah, that's okay." I said, still neutral.
I let them see a bit of enjoyment, as I figured it was easier to do this than what I had to do with the last two guys, and I didn't have some guy in my face. I couldn't believe the same guy that had begrudgingly asked for a handjob was now doing it to me like he was.
He played with my heels and switched his pace to short, quick thrusts. He was holding back his orgasm, I could feel it.
"It's okay, babe," he said, smiling, riding deep again. "You can cum first."
I didn't know what he meant until he pulled it out and then pushed it in again in quick, short thrusts like he had before. My whole body tensed, and I saw his eyes roll back, and I tried to hold it in but there was no fighting it. The thrusts hit home, again and again, and the area between my thighs became a sticky mess. I could smell the cum cocktail swishing about in my belly, and then he thrust deep in me and said "my turn."
I bit my lip and closed one eye. I was too full. He twitched once, and I could swear that I could hear the splatting sound. My ass was sore, but still clenched tight after my orgasm, and he used the spasms to milk out a second glob, and a third. He pulled out, with a plop, and let me put my legs down.
I didn't even know his name.
The pain in my stomach was intense. When I stood up, weary-legged, I could feel the slosh. Nobody moved to do anything else, so I walked over to the creamy panties that I had left on the floor at Virgil's command. I heard Creavy call from upstairs.
"Everybody finish up. It's getting late."
I moved my hips to either side to try and pull up the panties, which were weighted by moisture. I had to roll them over my cheeks, and when I finished, they made a smacking sound, and adhered to me. They all looked at me like I was proud to wear them. I pulled up my skirt over them, though it did little to conceal.
They lined up. Creavy had given the order. Virgil, of course, was on the side closest to me, and he expected first treatment. Jeff was still in his seat, reading something or other. He had already had a blowjob from Candy that night. Din, in a similar situation, had gone into the kitchen. One by one, they each explained how they wanted me to do it. Some wanted me to look up, and others wanted me to look straight ahead. Kennedy wanted me to close my eyes, and occasionally look up at him, while I sucked his soft and shallow. He came on my tongue and made me show it to him. Some wanted me on my knees, and Dill wanted me squatting. He must have some kind of obsession with the rodeo. Another guy, who was younger, it seemed, wanted me to sit on my ass and lean forward to him, and he crouched over me in a somewhat uncomfortable position and did his thrusting, hands on the back of my head the whole time. Virgil had me on my knees and took his time, making sure to gag me as much as he could. Right before he finished, he put his glasses on me. He grabbed me by the pigtails and forcefed himself to my face, and came deep. Afterwards, they made me lick my lips, and told me to go upstairs to Creavy just like I had before.
They told me to take it slow, which was unbearable as I still had the loads swashing around in my belly from the backdoor. I had the hiccups now from all the spunk. I knew they wanted me to trip again, so I did, and they watched, but this time, they wanted something else. My face was red, yet again, as I let the pain subside, and the cum bubbled from Candy's ass for a good minute. The panties now squished and sagged as I walked, full to the brim, and I made my way up the stairs. I heard the men downstairs zipping up jackets and fumbling with pants and belt buckles, and I knew they were all getting ready to leave. Creavy stood in the doorway to the room opposite the one I had been in before, with him and Din. It was at the end of the hall, on the left.
"It's late, why don't you sleep here tonight?" he said, as he put his arm around my shoulder and led me inside. "It's dangerous out there."
END Part 2