I pretended to be fooled. "Thank you so much," I said, unzipping his shorts and bringing his prick out, "Cameras always make me so self-conscious. But now I can worship your peener like I should, really go to town on it."
I gave him a few rough jacks with my hand, breathing on the tip, and then took him all the way down, into my throatie. I could feel his head gliding past my tonsils.
"You must have, like, no gag reflex," he said, as I watched his face from all the way down on his pole.
There's not much you can say when you're giving a stud a throatjob, but I went with a long, deep "mmm" to thrill him with the vibrations. Got a couple of swipes in on his balls while I was at it.
Then I pulled back up and hit him with the pleasure factory. I kept a hand working his shaft, and with the other, I pulled softly on his scrote. When I saw his eyes roll back, I looked at the camera and gave it a wink. Mostly for its benefit, I used both hands to jack him into my open mouth as his boywad slipped out pulse by pulse. I sucked the last out directly, and licked him clean with my mouth wide open so the camera could see everything.
"Oh baby," I said sweetly, "I'm so glad you didn't record me doing that for you."
"Uh, um, actually I did," he said.
"Fucking duh!" I told him, rolling my eyes. "You must think I'm some dumb slut. Look around, man, everyone's getting a video."
It was true. Almost the whole party had their phones up. He sat down sheepishly. People were laughing at him. Dolphin asked him for a copy of the file, though.
There was a hot, manly gasp from the crowd, and it parted almost magically to show me a desperate boy, face clenched in pleasure, pounding his own meat in his right fist. He was delivering a huge floorkakke.
"God damn!" shouted another dude. "You need to have some patience."
"I, I couldn't wait," said Pounder. "She's so, so hot."
"How hot am I," asked Janey, putting her phone away, my top hanging well below her bee-sting tits. "Am I hot enough to fuck? Does anybody want to party with me?" She widened her stance suggestively. She was wearing a short cheer skirt. "The line for her is pretty long, but I'm ready to go with any boy..."
And just like that, a kid with blow-dried hair and a red polo shirt had flipped up her skirt and was fucking inside her, smacking her ass like he was in a porno. She was bucking her back, tossing her head, and moaning "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," just totally showing off. And she must have gone commando.
A hardon prodded me in the cheek. It left a sticky spot of pre. I looked up and another shirtless guy was standing over me. Pantsless also... completely naked. A completely naked guy with abs like a box of tennis balls, his dick half an inch from my lips in a room full of party people with camera phones.
I turned toward him, wiped my cheek with my finger and sucked it clean, then took a deep breath and throated the whole length of him. I did another of my moves, the serpent. I writhed around him, twisting my neck and head, making my mouth and throat slide around sideways over his excited little dude.
His eyes were bulging out of his head. "No girl's ever done it like that for me, ohhhhh," he said, losing control completely. I kept the serpent going. I couldn't taste his sauce, but I could feel his tube pumping it down my eating-and-drinking cocksleeve. As he softed back into my mouth, I sucked him incredibly hard, hoping to give him an all-over dick hickey. It did look a little red as it came out.
"Nice abs," I giggled.
He kneeled down on my pillow, grabbed my upper arms, and kissed me ferociously. I barely had time to react. Then one hand went up my top, palming my nipple, massaging my tit.
I broke the kiss, pushed him off. He was so strong my resistance wouldn't have stopped him, but he was a gentleman and pulled away.
"Sorry," I said, making it as cute as I could, "but there's like a line."
He sighed like I'd just denied him the youngest puppy in the store.
"Maybe we could talk later," I said, "but remember, I only give blowjobs."
He stood up.
"Awesome blowjobs, though," I added, eyefucking his bod. "Do you shave 'cause of sports, or just to be a hunk?"
"Here's my number," he said, writing it on my shoulder with a sharpie. Where did he get a sharpie. "Call me."
"Oh yeah," I said, standing up. "I will." I gave him a little kiss on the chest, which is what I could reach, and walked unsteadily to the couch.
Everybody seemed to be fucking. The other girls here were total sluts and they were taking it in the pussy. Janey was sucking one guy while barebacking another, and she was a messier blowjayer than me. My top, that she was wearing, already had strings of boy batter and her throat slime on it. I didn't really want to wear a top that had been soaked by another girl's above-the-waist pussy.
I perched on the arm of the couch. "Who wants some head?" I shouted. "Is there a boy here who needs this mouth? Who's ready for this jay-oh-bee?"
I felt someone grab my head, and the next thing I knew, my throat was impaled. I wasn't ready for it, shoved hard, and threw myself back onto the couch.
I tumbled into a fuck in progress, back to back with a boy, my ass in skirt and panties (which I could have wrung out and filled a cup with by now) against his bare boy ass. He grunted and kept thrusting, and I guessed by the way his cheeks were clenched around a fold of my skirt that he was cumming in a whore pussy beneath him.
Looking up, I saw the head-grabber, a tall kid in a backwards Steelers cap. I rolled off the boy, got my feet under me, and shouted "Not cool!"
"What?" he said, genuinely confused or faking it good. "Didn't you just suck it out of like ten guys?"
"Never grab my head!" I said, seriously angry. "I'm an expert, yo! Do you grab your mamma's wrist when she's jacking off some trick?"
"What the fuck?" he said, starting to be mad at me.
"Get up, get up, give me a minute," said Janey from the couch. She'd been under the boy. Whore confirmed.
I was feeling a little rough, like maybe I'd swallowed a little too much volume if you know what I mean.
"What's going on?" said Janey. "Is shit not cool?"
"This guy, he," I said, and then I puked down my top that she was wearing. It was too big, so everything went straight down her skin. Beer, cum, general puke-stuff, everything.
"Eww," said Janey. "Reverse body shot." But she was completely cool about it.
"Sorry," I gasped, wiping my mouth. "I dunno, maybe I stood up too fast or this dumb fucker played too rough..."
"It's cool," said Janey. "You don't want this top back, huh?"
"Keep it," I said generously. I was outwardly keeping my cool, but she was standing too close. I don't swing that way. That's why I room with a guy, not a girl.
"I'm covered in spooge that another girl swallowed!" shouted Janey. "Who wants to shower with me?"
A cluster of boys gathered around her. I think somehow they could tell she was easy. I was feeling great about being all clean and then I noticed a tiny shit spot on my skirt where it had been in that boy's butt cleft.
"I better go home," I said. "I think it's been a long night."
"Sure," said Dolphin, materializing out of the crowd. "I can drive you. I'm the green truck parked on the side street." He threw me the keys. "You can lie down in the back. I'll bring you some water to rinse out your mouth."
"Thanks," I said, meaning it. I stumbled outside.
"I don't have backup clothes!" I heard Janey yelling back in the room. "Looks like I'm gonna get naked tonight!" Like it's much of a change, slut.
I found the truck, somehow, unlocked it, somehow, and tumbled face-down onto the back seat. From the hips down, I was hanging out the door, but too tired to give a fuck, and maybe a little drunker than I realized even after puking.
I heard rapid footsteps behind me. Big, warm hands grabbed my hips and tore my panties off, I mean like ripped. One hand pushed down on my back, so I couldn't get up and see who it was. I tried to scream but it came out more of a harsh, uneven gasp.
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bsp; I felt a peeled head, slimy with hot pre, nosing around my babymaker lips. A moment later it got the angle right and shoved in. No resistance, obviously, 'cause I was still so wet from being a BJ goddess for like ten boys.
My slippery infant chute was packed full of thrusting rapist dee eye see kay. Oh god. It felt like the perfect end to the evening, even face-down in a car with my mouth tasting like stomach acid, but I'm not a slut! I only every give blowjobs! Mostly. Thank god I had no hymen left to break.
I could feel my whole abs and chest tensing, getting ready to gasm, snakes of joy twining in my thighs. His thrusts were shoving me around, and my top (Janey's top) had ridden up, so my nips were rubbing on the seat. Signor Clitorio was right on the edge of the seat and it was the perfect stimulation. Or maybe essing my share of dees tonight had gotten me hot enough for anything.
Either way, I was coming already. It was maybe twenty seconds after getting my panties ripped off. Bucking and grunting, goose bumps so hard they could've bled. I heard the very definitely a boy rapist moaning and gasping like a girl getting it deep and furious. He was a hair away from being bottomed out in my pink and I could feel every lash of his boycream on my innermost. My innermost girl. Right on my cervy. Fastest rape victim gasm ever. I knew I could never report this. Would've been so embarrassed while I came, if I could've cared.
It was one of those cumms where you think you could fucking die. Like when my clit and my cunt are my universe, and my whole body is singing around them, loud and deep enough to drown out my soul. And the earth really does move. I've been in real earthquakes and they're nothing compared. The rest of the world burns, the stars all take a vacation, the sun weeps and the moon spooges on it. I was still having aftershocks, hard, gasmworthy shocks that made me pump my hips and whimper and rub my titties, like a minute after my rapist zipped up and left. I could feel him dripping out of me.
When I could move, I got up and found my ripped panties on the ground. I didn't want Dolphin to realize I'd been raped or anything, so I hid them by stuffing them between the back of the seat and the seat of the seat, know what I mean? If he found them later, who'd know they were mine?
I was still leaking rape, though. I tried to keep my skirt over it, but he must have really popped a gusher in my snatch because it was like a sperm faucet down there. I think he lost a gallon. Maybe he weighed ten pounds less now. So, unavoidably, there was some on the seats, but I hoped it would soak in and not be too obvious. I squirmed a bit to rub it in, but my sweetie pie was so sensitive that it was like being rubbed with sandpaper. I groaned helplessly.
"Are you okay?" asked Dolphin. He handed me a red cup of water. I sipped it, rinsed, and spit.
"Yeah," I rasped, like the only thing that happened was I threw up. I used up the rest of the water, my mouth tasted a little better, and I told him my address.
He drove me home. It wasn't a long trip, but it felt kind of long because I was really hoping he wouldn't notice I'd been victimized in my pussy by a raging cock.
"Do you need me to carry you up the stairs?" he asked me. I shook my head, but he followed me anyway.
I staggered up the steps, holding onto the handrail for dear life. He followed a little behind me and I hoped like hell it was too dim for him to see anything under my skirt, or that it was sopping with rapist cum.
"Goodnight," I told Dolphin. "I'd kiss you, but, you know, ralph."
"Yeah, it's cool," he said, giving me a quick brotherly one on the cheek. He gave me a slip of paper out of his pocket. "My number. We should hang out sometime."
I nodded. He walked down the steps and drove away. A little awkward. Nice guy though. Totally good-natured about how I pranked him.
My roomie, Joe, was still up. It looked like he was studying. "Oh my god," he said when he saw me come in. "Are you okay, Mary?"
"I'm completely fine," I said. "I just partied a little hard and now it's time for bed."
I made it into the bottom bunk and either fell asleep or passed out. I'm not sure there's a clear line.
The next thing I knew I was sort of half-awake and I could feel the bed shaking slightly. A boy's voice was whispering roughly, saying "Oh Mary, oh Mary, oh Mary..."
My first thought was, was I being fucked? I couldn't feel it, though. I slipped a protective hand over my cooch and no, I wasn't being penetrated. I was sticky though.
It was middle-of-the-night dark. Oh Mary. I finally pieced it together. Joe was lying in his bed, maybe three feet above me, beating off to me. And he couldn't stop himself from using my name aloud.
"Oh Mary, oh Mary, your fucking tits are so hot in that little top, I can almost see your nipples..."
He couldn't stop himself from going into the details. Damn! What got into that boy? I mean, I'd seen him hard and needing it around the place, when he got out of the shower, changed clothes, whatever, but I thought it was just normal-level boylust. I didn't often catch him beating off, though, and maybe this was why.
"Oh Mary, oh Mary, I love youuuuu..."
That was what he said while cumming? What he whispered to himself, when I was just feet away? If the top bed weren't in the way, his spizz would be dripping on me. It was too hilarious.
All the same, I was still kind of wound up. And if it got him hot...
The key, I felt, was not to give him a chance to worry I'd be mad. I "dozed" for a solid thirty minutes, and then a couple more so it wouldn't be a round number. I didn't know if he was still awake, but I wanted to play it safe. During the wait I planned out the details.
When I "woke up," I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Made sure my cunny was clean. Rinsed my mouth out a bit more, although by now I was feeling pretty good.
I was naked when I came back into the room. Sometimes I walk around naked and sometimes I don't, so it wasn't necessarily suspicious. Maybe Joe was awake and watching from the top bunk. On the off chance that he was, I rubbed my slit with my lefty and gave a soft "mmh, mm." Didn't want to overdo it.
Then I shut the door. No more light from the hall. As quietly as possible, I locked it. Then I fired up my laptop and flicked on the main light. It always annoys Joe that I use my computer in the middle of the night and turn on the light to do it. It wakes him up.
I hooked up the speakers and got a fullscreen video going. I knew it would be about 30 seconds before it actually started, because my laptop is slow and shitty. So I clambered very quickly into the top bunk. When Joe's eyes opened, my face was right in his.
"Joe," I said, "I've got something you need to see."
"Whuh," he said, "I paid my rent already."
"Yeah," I said, "we both paid our rents this month. This isn't about that. You need to see a video on my computer."
He sat up. "You're naked." He was kind of gawking. It felt good.
"Yeah," I said, "you're naked too." Joe always sleeps naked, and it's so easy to tell under just a sheet. "It's the middle of the night and I just had a shower, who cares?"
Below us, the video had started. I'd angled the laptop screen and speakers for the top bunk. That's how we'd watched the Lord of the Rings movies.
But this was a porno. Madison Ivy getting a massage, and a fuck obviously. I knew she was one of Joe's favorite porn stars, because of his browser history and porn stash. He should know better than to keep his porn on my computer! I also knew he hadn't seen this one, or at least not in a while, or at least not without being much more careful about his history than normal.
"Mary," said Joe, and I cut him off.
"It's porn," I said, giggling. "I saw it at the party. I wanna know if you think it's hot."
"Mary," Joe said again, and I cut him off again.
"Just keep watching and tell me if it's hot, okay? Can you do that for me?" I looked into his eyes super-seriously.
He glanced at my ta-tas, which were starting to nip, desperately dragged his eyes back up to my face, and muttered "Yeah."
With his eyes locked on the screen I could check him out. He was d
efinitely hard under the sheet, and not only hard, but leaking so much pre that he was wet-t-shirting the sheet! There was a clear spot! OMG.
I moved closer to him. I made it totally natural, but let my nipple touch his arm. He jolted a bit, I guess in surprise, but then held still. I could tell he was trying really hard to hold still. Cute.
"So Joe, is this hot? Because I thought it was pretty hot. You should have been at that party, those boys were passing Janey around like a bong."
"Janey Lee?"
"Oh yeah. She's a total slut."
Joe swallowed hard, eyes on the screen. His hand kind of straying towards his cock. "Really?"
"Yeah, Joe, she's an incredible slut. So easy. Not like me."
"Oh no. Of course not." He had a hand under the sheet and he was totally spanking it! Like I wouldn't notice! The bed was even shaking a little.
"I only give blowjobs."
Joe gasped, his masturbation completely derailed. He turned to look at me, his mouth open.
"Do you think the girl in the video could give you a good blowjob, Joe? Do you think she could suck you to relief?"
"Oh yeah," said Joe, "she's a porn star."
"Too bad I'm not a porn star, right? I bet you'd like to room with her." I hopped off the bed. "Come on down, I have to show you something."
Joe hesitated. Obviously he didn't want to flash his dripping boner at me. I beckoned impatiently and he climbed down, his wand waving over his crotch. The tip was gleaming.
"It's on the computer," I said, readjusting the screen angle. "You'll have to look close.
When he got close enough, I stepped behind him, moving my boobs against his back, letting him feel the heat of my choach on his leg. And I snaked my hand around to gently hold the middle of his cock, bike handgrip style.
"Whah," said Joe, "uh Mary..."
"See?" I said, sliding the end of his dong around the screen. "She can't drain your nuts. She can't get her lips around you at all. She can't deep-throat you, she can't play with your sack, she can't tease your head..."
"Ohhh," said Joe. I really didn't want him to spunk off on my laptop, so I had to be quick.
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