Cheerleading outfits are really not that sexy. At least, not any I’ve ever had. They’re all cheap, synthetic fabric that doesn’t quite fit right and feels anything but sensual. But every single guy in the world seems to have a massive hard-on for them, so I decided to give the boys a little treat.
Let me back up.
I’m Amy, and I love sex. I mean, really. It’s the fucking best.
I’ve known since my first time, with Connor Biltz. It was totally vanilla, me on my back, him fumbling around, but oh my god. I knew. Sure, I had broken my hymen years before with a well-loved hairbrush. I had shared stories and laughed with my friends at those dirty girls’ magazines, pretending not to be curious about the things we mocked. But when I spread my legs and felt him push inside me, a whole new world opened up.
Conner was a decent lay, with an average dick, but he didn’t last too long that first time. Not long enough for me. I was not about to end my first time like that, so when he didn’t have another condom, I raided my parents drawers until I found one. I’m glad they had one, because I’m not sure I could have stopped myself had they not.
I got him hard again with one hand, my other fingers buried between my legs. And then I told him to fuck me some more, until I came harder than I ever had, spasming around his cock on twisted, sweaty sheets.
Finally satisfied, I had to be alone to process this revelation. I sent him home, went right back up to my room, and squeezed his cum out of the condom onto my desk. I pushed it around, testing it, fascinated. I had blown him before, but then I had just swallowed, no time to inspect anything on my own except for the peculiar taste. Now, even isolated on my desk, it felt exotic and sexy. I made myself come twice more that night. Yeah, I’ve known since my first time.
But it’s not like I went sex-crazy after that. Yeah, I suddenly found myself a lot more interested in carving out some time to sneak away with Connor, but since we broke up I’ve only had one other boyfriend. With Dev, I admit I learned some wonderful things about being on top. Still, he only lasted a few months, and I’ve been on a dry spell since then.
And when I say cheerleading outfits aren’t sexy, what I mean is that they don’t turn me on, but I decided to wear one anyway for the benefit of the guys I invited to gangbang me.
Okay, I know that’s kind of an unusual thing for a high school girl to do. And it’s not like I just woke up one morning thinking, “You know what I want tonight? As many dudes as possible shoving their dicks inside me. I should put up a flyer.” I actually put quite a lot of time and thought into this.
(By the way, I can totally picture that flyer: “Come one come all! It’s a slut-mitzvah! Fuck Amy, and bring your friends!” Then a grainy photo of me, legs spread and looking sad that I’m not yet surrounded by penis. Little strips of paper at the bottom for people to tear off with my contact info on the back and drawings of dicks on the front. If only I could get away with such a thing.)
I guess it all really got started after I had sex with Connor and discovered the wonderful world of porn on the web. Sure, I had masturbated before then, but I had always found my imagination perfectly adequate until I felt a real dick in my hands and between my legs.
I started out with the basic boy/girl scenes, but there’s always one more related video, and one thing leads to another, and soon I was hooked on threesomes with two guys, and more often than not I found myself sitting in my desk chair with my hand down my panties wondering what it would feel like to take the place of the girl with her mouth and pussy both full of dick. From there it was a short step to gangbangs. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about seeing a girl with cum all over her, still getting fucked while she sucks off every cock in reach, that just floods my panties every time.
So it went from curiosity to fantasy, and spent a long time there before I realized it might be an actual possibility. After all, it’s the end of my senior year of high school, every guy is dying to get some, and I’ve got the looks to get their attention. And with everyone about to go off to various colleges, I figured this was my best chance to not have everyone I know talking about it. I don’t need that kind of reputation, and I couldn’t really keep it anonymous. I’m not about to get murdered by some creep from Craigslist just because I can’t keep my legs closed. Plus, this way I could work with known quantities.
I chose four guys from different social circles to minimize the chances of them talking to each other. (Nothing good ever comes from letting guys talk to each other.) First there’s Aaron, the kind-of jock who never quite fit in with the rest of those douchebags. He’s got a great body from playing basketball, but he isn’t tall enough to have a chance at making a career out of it. I ran into him pretty frequently when I was cheerleading, and we’ve actually had some pretty good conversations when we get the chance.
Tim I’ve known since elementary school, although the only time we really spent together was in Spanish class junior year, when we sat in the back and traded exasperated looks and snarky comments about the idiots that made up the rest of that class. A string of “that’s what she said” jokes which devolved into innuendo and half-joking propositions had gotten serious enough that I felt pretty confident he’d be down for this.
Harrison is sort of a class clown, friendly to everybody but not super tight with any clique. He had his heart broken by Stephanie Polk last year, and it would suit me just fine to give him something she could never offer. Steph and I used to be friends, until that bitch decided to share my diary with the rest of the seventh grade. I eventually pasted a smile on and said I forgave her, then hid cigarettes in her purse and got her suspended. I was happy to consider that the end of it, but she still thinks I’m the devil. I can’t say I mind the opportunity to symbolically twist the knife a little, even if she never finds out about it.
Finally there’s Charlie. He’s quiet, kind of scrawny, and nerdy, but something about him is infinitely more interesting to me than the rest of the geeks. He’s got a way of standing up straight, looking you in the eye, and speaking with absolute conviction when you engage him, no matter what you’re talking about. It turns out that one of my favorite topics is sex (big surprise, I know), and he’s as frank about that as he is about the weather. As a result, in our occasional run-ins we’ve talked more openly about porn, kinks, and the sexual habits of high schoolers than I have with most of my closest friends.
With my targets chosen, I just had to lure them in without scaring them off. Charlie was the easiest—there’s no bullshit with him. All I did was message him one of my favorite gangbang videos (a subject we had briefly brushed on, back when I was just starting to discover them), along with “You wanna try?”
I didn’t get a reply until the next day, when we crossed paths at school. He just locked eyes with me and said an emphatic “yes” as he passed my friend and I in the hall, leaving me to try to stifle my laughter and deflect her inquiries.
The others took longer. I had to ease them into the idea, flirting but letting them know I was serious, keeping things seriously dirty without giving away too much.
This entailed a bunch of late-night text conversations. During one with Tim, we got to talking about fantasies. “Ok so obvs every guys dream is 2 girls right?” I sent. I waited for a response in what had become my normal nighttime position: laying in bed on top of the sheets, with my knees up and my fingers under my panties.
“Hah ya I guess,” came the reply.
“And?” I prodded. “Ever done it?”
“Lol no, I wish. What kind of player do you think I am?”
“Don’t lie, I know you pull down,” I sent back. Stroking the ego is important on the way to stroking the dick.
“Not that hard. Unless your offering :P”
“Nah if you can’t pull a 3some on your own you don’t deserve me and my long lost twin :P” I replied in the joking manner that had become natural for us.
“Hah well I guess I’ve gotten kinda closeish. More than most,” he sent back, piquing my interest.
“Ooooh details Tim! You know I need em!”
“Lol of course. Small party, truth or dare. 2 girls ended up toplesss, making out, then making out with just about everyone there”
“Mmmm lucky you,” I sent back, but really I was thinking lucky them. The thought of it thrilled me—exhibiting myself at a party, putting on a show with another girl, making my way around the circle of onlookers to give everybody a piece. I massaged myself with one hand and typed out the rest of my reply with the other. “What else goes on at your crazy parties? Might have to get myself an invite.”
“O that can definitely be arranged ;) I guess I do have one other crazy party story, but you have to keep it tight. Like, really.”
“Lips sealed,” I sent back immediately. His reply took a minute or two to come, but damn was it worth it.
“Haha well….I kind of slept with a girl who did two other guys that night. Not at the same time.”
Fuck, I thought, Tim was part of that? My pulse spiked when I imagined it. “Oh fuck that’s hot! What # were you? Details! ;P” I felt my pussy flood, and suddenly the light circles I had been drawing around my clit just weren’t cutting it. After quickly double-checking that my door was locked, I pulled off my panties and t-shirt and tossed them aside, then twisted around to retrieve my dildo from under the mattress. I was settling back and nestling it between my legs when my phone buzzed.
“#2. I kinda knew she had been fooling around with the first guy earlier but I was tipsy and didn’t care. She pulled me into the bathroom just to blow me but I wasn’t cumming so we fucked xD. That did the job haha. Didn’t even know about guy 3 til the next week.”
I dragged the hard purple tip of the dildo up and down my slit, getting it wet with my juices. As I eased it into my pussy, I wondered what it would be like to just grab guys at a party to run a train on me. I felt a flush of warmth between my legs in response. I wrote back, “Fun party! xD so how was it? Sloppy? :P”
“Hah well I wore a condom obviously. It was actually really hot. She pulled up her dress and I fucked her against the door, had to cover her mouth to keep her quiet. She wasn’t wearing anything under that dress. Thats my only 1 night stand lol”
“Haha well damn it’s a good one. So who was she? And the guys?” The dildo sent little crests of pleasure through my body as I worked it in and out. At the same time I pressed the back of my phone against my clit, and I got a delicious buzz when Tim texted back.
“Not gunna kiss and tell, even for you :P”
I already knew it was Karina, but his silence was a good sign. The funny thing about a school as big as Vallory High is that things like this can actually fly somewhat under the radar. I’d heard whispers, but never been able to get solid info on the guys involved. Of course, word was going to get out about the girl who got a train run on her at a party, but lucky for her it never really blew up. All the more reason for my plan to come together the summer after senior year.
I got back to texting. “Haha damn. So, be honest. How much have you cum thinking about that night since then?”
By the time he replied I was breathing heavily with each stroke of the dildo. “Uhhh no comment ;) but you may or may not have gotten me thinking about it again ;P”
“Good, I was hoping you were having as much fun as me right now ;D”
“xD well we can’t know that for sure unless you show me how much fun your having ;)”
You wish, I thought. Not spilling Karina’s name isn’t nearly enough to make you trustworthy. But what the hell, why not take one just to see? I opened the camera app, reached down around my leg to snap a low-angle shot, and pulled it up to see—fuck, that was a good picture. I’ve got that perfect “yeah, I know you want this” smirk on, my tits look full and perky, and my legs are framing the whole shot, just pulling your eye down to the dildo splitting open my pussy.
If I got that picture, I’d wanna fuck me. Maybe that’s a bad example since it’s a photo of me literally fucking myself, but still. It was, I must say, a work of art.
A work of art that only I would ever see. I groaned inwardly. Why do I have to be so damn responsible? There’s a part of me that wanted nothing more than to send it and imagine him stroking his cock as he lusted after my body. I know he’d probably share it with his friends, but that just makes it hotter. I wanna know they’re all in their beds and bathrooms, bent over their phones while they stare at my picture, shooting cum into socks and tissues and wishing they could come all over me instead.
I snapped out of my daydream and realized I was stroking the dildo hard in and out of my cunt, making the bed squeak with my efforts. Better not get too carried away. I deleted the picture before I could do something I would regret and tapped out a response to Tim. “Mmm you wish. But, I’ve got a proposition for something even more fun.”
“Im listening”
“What if at that party, the other guys had been there at the same time?”
This was the crucial moment. I was sweating from arousal and nerves, working the dildo restlessly in and out while I stared through my phone screen, anxiously waiting for him to reply in disgust.
Finally it came. “That could have been fun”
I smiled. This was going to work out, and I had a feeling that Tim and I were both going to be coming tonight.
Aaron and Harrison weren’t much harder to reel it. It turns out eighteen-year-old guys just really want to fuck. Crazy, right? However, a couple weeks after Aaron went hard for the bait, he started acting cagey and weird. Texts were not cutting it, so I cornered him at school between classes and dragged him backstage of the empty auditorium.
In the dim light I could make out the faintest trace of a smile on his lips, but it faded when he heard my tone.
“So what’s the problem? You trying to puss out?”
“No, that’s not it,” he stammered.
“Afraid you’ll forget to say ‘no homo’?” I made no effort to hide my disdain.
He started to roll his eyes but didn’t follow through. “No, I just—look, the idea of it is hot, sure.” I stared him down until he continued. “I just don’t know…I mean, it’s a little unusual, isn’t it?” He looked at me pleadingly.
“Oh, I see.” I moved towards him and he stepped back, but he was backed up against the heavy stage curtain. I softened my tone a shade. “You’re into it, you just want a little reassurance.”
He was visibly relieved. “Yeah, I mean—”
I cut him off as I closed the gap between us. “Just a little reassurance. Because you’re the one taking a risk here.”
Once again nerves took over his expression. “No, it’s just—I don’t mean—”
“No, it’s okay.” We were only inches apart now, one of my feet between his. “You think you’re taking a risk, so you want something in return.” He flinched when my fingers touched his side. “But what is it you want exactly?”
I let the question linger, but he was smart enough to know I didn’t want an answer. Instead I pressed my body against his and stared up at him. “What more could you possibly want, from the girl that just flat out gave you an invitation to fuck her?”
His eyes darted about nervously. “You want a sneak peek?” I asked, hooking a finger into my tank top and pulling it out to display my cleavage. “Go on, look,” I commanded. From his angle, nearly a foot taller than me, he scarcely had a choice.
“No,” I mused, releasing my shirt and leaning back in against him, “you can look down my shirt anytime.” I shimmied slightly, just enough to rub my tits against his chest. “Maybe you’re afraid you won’t get enough attention when there’s competition.” I lowered my voice to a whisper and drew out every word, breathing them into him as he stared transfixed back at me. “Afraid I won’t have time to take your long, hard cock in my mouth. That I won’t lick you, and suck you, and pump the cum out of you.” My hands wandered across his body while his hung limp at his sides. As I spoke I brushed my fingers over the front of his jeans and felt a twitch beneath the fabric.
I smiled. “Don’t you worry. I’ll make plenty of time to suck you off when you’re not between my legs. And I’m damn good at it, too.” I rubbed gently at his crotch, feeling his erection grow as I spoke. “But of course you knew that. What you really want is to not have to wait your turn.”
His heart raced, pounding so hard I could feel it. “Yes, that’s what it is, isn’t it? You want me to blow you right now.” I found his belt, unbuckled it, and started working on his jeans. “Right here, you want me to just get down on my knees and put my lips around your cock. You want me to suck you off until you come down my throat, so I can wipe my mouth and we can go right back to school like nothing happened.”
I pulled his jeans down to his knees. His dick was straining at his boxers, begging to be freed. I stared him down for a moment, only a thin layer of fabric between my fingers and his stiff shaft. “Well, as fun as that sounds, it’s not gonna happen.” I gave him a little squeeze and an innocent smile as I stepped back.
“You’re just gonna have to wait like everyone else,” I said cheerfully and turned to walk away. “But I promise it’ll be well, well worth the wait.” I winked at him before I stepped out of sight, leaving him bewildered backstage with a raging erection and his pants around his knees.
After that little reminder of who held the power in this arrangement, Aaron fell into line. Finally I had four green lights and a date: the Saturday a couple weeks after graduation when my parents would conveniently be out of town.
Of course, I had some ground rules. Anyone could back out at any time, right up until they walked through my door (although, as Aaron now knew, I had no interest in making that an attractive option). Nobody was to breathe a word about it before or after, or I would do my very best to ruin their life. I felt pretty confident they wouldn’t talk beforehand, for fear of ruining a good thing and because none of them knew who else would be participating. Afterwards, there were bound to be some leaks, but those would be scattered rumors, too preposterous to be true, and I would be long gone. I was willing to take the risk. Finally, I made everyone provide proof they were clean. I got some pushback on that one, from little angels who didn’t want to go to the doctor and were oh-so-sure it was just impossible for them to have picked up an STD, but that bullshit doesn’t fly with me. I doubted any of them had anything, but I was not about to roll the dice. That’s the kind of thing I could see making national news if it went fuckup.
With the guys sorted out, it was time for preparations on my end. My old cheerleading uniform seemed like the perfect outfit to set the tone: hyper-sexualized, a little over the top, and hopefully boner-magic for the boys. I also realized this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I had better make the most of it. To that end, I decided to record our little romp for posterity. I had three devices at my disposal: my phone, my laptop with its built-in webcam, and a digital camera. I decided the point-and-shoot would get the most mileage if I let the boys pass it around and capture things from every angle. There was no need to let them know about the video, though.
I propped up my phone on my bookshelf, plugged in and completely hidden except for the lens. My laptop could sit in plain sight, casually open on my desk with the screen blanked and a tiny bit of tape covering the recording light. I pulled my bed away from the wall to give us more maneuvering room and found great angles for the cameras on opposite sides. With my blinds opened just the right way, my bed got a good amount of natural light all through the afternoon and nobody could see in.
I let the video run for hours and snapped pictures of myself and my bed from all angles to make sure the lighting was right and everything would go smoothly. My phone actually got really great quality video when it was held in place on the shelf, and the laptop camera wasn’t too bad either since it wasn’t streaming over the web. When I was satisfied, I pushed my bed back into place and reclined on it, feeling a wet spot form on my panties as I imagined what was to come.
The weeks between planning and execution were excruciating. It’s a good thing I wasn’t too worried about my finals, because anytime I sat down to do schoolwork my mind immediately drifted to the gutter and my fingers drifted between my legs. I passed the time by continuing to flirt hot and heavy with the boys, to keep them mindful that this was the real deal, and by constantly searching out new gangbang videos to get myself off.
Finally, the time came. My parents were away the whole weekend for their godson’s graduation, and I hardly slept Friday night. Before the boys were set to arrive, I moved my bed, adjusted my blinds, got the video rolling, primped in the mirror, and sat down to wait.
Harrison was the first to arrive. I saw him coming and opened the front door as he was about to knock, freezing him with his hand raised.
“Welcome,” I said, and let him take in the sight of me in uniform.
“Uh, hey,” he said as I waved him in and closed the door. “You look great.”
“Thank you!” I held out my hand for the folded papers he was holding.
“Oh, right.”
I scanned the doctor’s record. “Looks good! And your phone?” I held out my hand again.
Somewhat hesitantly he gave it to me, and I set it on the kitchen counter with his papers before sitting down with him in the living room.
“It’s nothing personal.” I gestured at the digital camera sitting on the coffee table. “We’ll take pictures, but I want to make sure you boys play by the rules before you get a reward.”
“Right,” he nodded and shifted in his seat. We sat in silence for a few moments. His usual gregarious charm was absent with only me and the thought of what was to come for company.
“I’m, uh,” he started, looking like he had surprised himself by speaking. “I’m still not really sure this isn’t some kind of prank, to be honest.”
I gave him my best “Really?” look, but in truth I couldn’t blame him. So I lifted up my top and enjoyed the look on his face when he was suddenly confronted with my bare tits for a good five seconds. After I covered up again, he managed to close his mouth and just kind of nodded.
“It’s no prank,” I said, “we’re really gonna fuck. And you better be okay with that, because you’re in a little bit too deep to back out now.”
His eyes darted back to my chest before he caught himself and made eye contact again. “Um, yeah, okay. I am more than okay with that.”
“Good!” I smiled sweetly. “‘Cause there’s a lot more where that came from.”
After a moment, a hint of a smile played at the edge of his lips. “Really? I dunno, I can’t be sure. You might have to convince me of that.” Now his charisma was returning.
No sense being coy now, I figured. I lifted my leg over the arm of the chair to give him a peek at my black lace thong, and my fingers were on my way up my leg when a knock at the door interrupted us.
“Oh, what a shame,” I said as I smoothed my skirt back in place. I winked at him and went to get the door.
As Charlie, Aaron, and finally Tim arrived, things slid back to the awkward side, but at last we were ready to get started. I grabbed the camera and beckoned the boys to follow, leading them up the stairs with just enough sway in my step to ensure that four pairs of eyes would be focused on my ass. Back in middle school I hit puberty about the same time as the other girls, and my body filled out with what I’m sure was the usual amount of awkwardness and embarrassment. But it didn’t take long for me to realize how much power my new curves granted me, and I quickly figured out how to use my body to my advantage. It’s amazing the effect a little bit of well-placed fat has on men when you move it the right way.
Not that I’m immune. After all, I’m the one who was so mesmerized by the way cum-covered tits jiggle while a girl gets fucked that I had to recreate it myself.
Anyway. The point is, by the time we got to the bedroom, I had an audience. A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed as much, and I had to grin at the sight of four captivated stares darting away and turning bashful.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, boys.” I twirled around and flipped my skirt up to give them a glimpse of my ass. “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you to look. In fact,” I said, tossing the camera to Harrison, “now would be a good time to start taking pictures.”
I suppose I should explain what exactly they were looking at. For whatever reason, high schools don’t seem to want their students dressed like the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders. Go figure. So our uniforms aren’t normally as risqué as I had in mind for this particular performance.
Luckily, my uniform was a couple of years old—I got bored and quit the squad after sophomore year. So it was already straining a bit to fully reign in my figure, an effect which I found rather flattering. For good measure, I went ahead and trimmed off some excess material as well, leaving my stomach bare and the skirt decidedly skimpier than it started. Thanks, Mom, for the excruciating sewing lessons. Bet you didn’t think this is how I’d put them to use.
Underneath, I thought my black thong (the raciest piece of underwear I own) had a nice contrast with the red of the uniform. I skipped the usual sports bra. The arrangement wasn’t terribly comfortable, but then I didn’t plan to stay dressed for long.
In my modified outfit I shimmied my way to the bed, making sure to give the cameras a show along with the boys. A shake of the hips, a hand running down my side, a peek of cleavage…I had them eating out of my hand. When I beckoned them over to me, Aaron and Tim were already beginning to display bulges.
I sat on my knees on the bed, the boys standing awkwardly on the perimeter. I surveyed the half-circle of hesitance before me from left to right. Charlie, Harrison, Aaron, Tim, no one talking, no one with any idea what to do with their hands. “Well?” I said. “You didn’t just come here for a show, did you?” More uncomfortable glances, eye contact made and immediately broken.
“Oh, you bunch of fucking pussies.” I grabbed Aaron’s athletic shorts and yanked them down around his ankles, taking his boxers with them.
He gave a startled “Oh!” that trailed off as I took him into my mouth. I had to grin, although I’m sure it wasn’t visible with my mouth wrapped around his cock. It’s always fun to have the element of surprise on your side. When I had given him a once-over with my tongue, I pulled back.
“Now that you know I’m serious, how about we have some fun?” I looked around. Nobody seemed too freaked out. In fact, now more than before I could see some tents rising in pants. “That means take your damn clothes off,” I added before returning to Aaron’s cock.
Aaron was decent-sized, semi-erect and getting harder with every lick. Uncircumcised, too, and as the pants came down I realized that Harrison was actually the only cut guy here. That surprised me, but I wasn’t complaining—a little extra girth never hurt anybody.
When Aaron was hard enough, I moved over to my left. Harrison’s dick slanted a bit, jutting out from a small tangle of light, almost ginger hair. As I licked down his shaft, I detected a hint of salt, a taste of anticipation. He flinched at my touch, then relaxed into me. I gave him a slow, circular tongue bath and felt him swell to fill my mouth.
Next to be initiated was Charlie, his cock already mimicking his own stiff posture. I took him as far into my mouth as I could and watched his eyes flutter shut as I slowly dragged my lips back along his length. While I teased his tip with my tongue, I kept my right hand busy steadily pumping Harrison’s shaft.
Three dicks hard, one to go. I set Charlie’s erection bobbing up and down with a final kiss and turned to the other end of the lineup to find—holy fuck.
Tim’s cock had practically doubled in size from when I glanced over earlier, when it was already big enough to tent his pants. Now it was right in front of me, a drop of precum perched on the pink tip, the shaft swelling slightly along its length to be a little thicker in the middle than at either end. It still didn’t look completely hard, and I already wasn’t sure how easily it could fit inside me. After a few seconds of shock, I looked up at him and smiled.
“Tim. You didn’t tell me about this.” I touched the tip of my finger to the pearl of precum and swirled it around to coat his head.
He grinned sheepishly. “You didn’t ask.”
“Well, how silly of me.” I leaned forward to circle my lips around his shaft, feeling him twitch in my hand as I swirled my tongue over his tip.
I grasped a cock in each hand, Aaron’s and Tim’s, and took turns servicing each of them with my mouth as I jerked them off. Aaron’s fit almost entirely in my mouth, but my fingers could barely encircle Tim’s, and no matter how deep I took him I felt like my lips only made it halfway down.
With Tim’s cock in my mouth, I finally started to relax. I hadn’t even realized how tense I was, actually, until I felt it all melt off my shoulders and puddle between my legs. Even as I had teased and seduced; had sashayed my way to the bedroom; had pulled down pants with all the confidence of a seasoned pro; even with all that excitement I hadn’t admitted to myself how nervous I was that it would all come crashing down around me.
Now, with my four marks at rapt attention, my spit on their skin, my tongue on one cock and my hand wrapped around another, I began to feel at ease. I licked a slow trail from the base of Aaron’s dick to its purple head, and I felt the hard power lurking there under soft skin. I tasted his salt and saw the way his muscles tensed at my touch, and I remembered what I’d been missing. My body remembered, too, and I felt my panties flood all at once, as if my juices had been building up this whole time and were only now released.
With every lick and pump I felt Aaron and Tim grow firmer, and my pussy grow wetter. Tim impressed me more and more by the second. I mean, we’re not talking world-record-big, but he was definitely in the could-fuck-for-money range. By the time he was fully hard, my fingertips only touched when I squeezed his girth and I felt like there was a fire between my legs.
I shifted onto my hands and knees and reached back to peel my thong off and slide it down to my knees. Then I only had to flip my skirt up and suddenly Charlie and Harrison got a front-row view of my ass and pussy. I supported myself with one hand and massaged my aching sex with the other, searching for some relief while I turned back to the expectant dicks in front of me.
In this position I made my way up and down the line, sucking everyone’s cock and then whichever one was presented to me most urgently, all the while running my fingers up and down my slit. The room was already starting to smell like sex.
When my arm got tired, I flipped over and let my thong join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With me on my back, the boys climbed up around me on their knees. Harrison guided his cock into my mouth while I jerked off Tim and Aaron.
My attention was focused on seeing how far I could get my lips up Harrison’s shaft when I suddenly felt hot breath on my pussy. I looked down to see Charlie meeting my eyes, his face hovering inches above my mound. He had flipped my skirt up and now sat with his head between my legs, which dangled over the edge of the bed.
I didn’t say anything, just held eye contact and bobbed my mouth on Harrison’s cock. Charlie responded by dropping his gaze and kissing my slit.
I sighed and closed my eyes. As you may have figured out, I’m kind of an obsessive planner, and this was not part of the plan—yet somehow I found it hard to complain. Charlie kissed my thighs before making his tongue a firm probe, darting around my hot skin and pushing my lips apart. He wasn’t wasting any time between my legs, but still all I could think was more, harder, faster.
I tore my thoughts from my own desires and went back to the other guys. My head bobbed from one cock to the next and back around again, my hands filling in where my lips and tongue could not.
Soon there were hands on my body too. Fingers raked across my chest and stomach, slipped under my shirt. The first tentative touches quickly turned urgent, and then I was taking my lips off Tim’s cock to let the boys pull my top over my head.
The cool air hit my skin with a pleasant shock. Even before I could get my tongue around another hard-on the hands were back, gropes and caresses sending darts of pleasure from my stiff nipples to join the mounting heat between my legs.
I was licking the underside of Aaron’s dick when I came. The scent of his precum was in my nostrils, someone or someones had handfuls of my tits, and at the foot of the bed Charlie was doing something with his tongue that vibrated me from my clit to my eyeballs. My whole body hummed like a plucked string. My back arched and I squeezed Tim’s cock hard with one hand and grasped at nothing with the other while jolt after jolt of electricity built up in my pussy and shot through my core until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pushed Charlie away and settled slowly back onto the bed as aftershocks pinged through my body and died away. Charlie stood up and looked bashfully at the ground while I caught my breath.
“Holy shit,” I said. “Are you guys taking notes? Because that is how you score points with every girlfriend you will ever have.” I wiggled out of my skirt and sat on the edge of the bed, totally naked, looking up at four guys with rock-hard erections waiting on my next move. My pussy had never been wetter.
“You’re my current favorite,” I told Charlie, “and you’re first.” He stooped slightly to let me lift his shirt over his head, revealing his skinny but fit body. His expression was inscrutable, but his cock pointed confidently at me. I grinned and lay back as he shuffled forward between my legs.
He paused with the head of his dick just grazing my pussy, an agonizing tease. And then, all of a sudden, there it was. My eyes fluttered shut and I let out an involuntary sigh as his cock parted my lips and eased inside, filled me up. This is what I’d been aching for. Charlie drew back all the way out and then impaled me again. His skin felt like beautiful fire caressing every inch of my pussy, but I couldn’t let that rule me. There was so much more to do.
I turned my head left and found Harrison waiting for me, his dick just close enough for me to plant a wet kiss on its tip. He moved forward, and I took him into my mouth and sucked on his engorged head. He felt ripe and ready under my tongue, so after a minute decided to check on Aaron and Tim.
As I turned my head, another wave of pleasure crested and broke in my pussy. Charlie was steadily pumping more warmth between my legs with every thrust. His eyes were closed, but Aaron was transfixed by the sight of my pussy creaming up his shaft as he fucked me. When Aaron noticed I had caught him staring, he almost looked bashful. I just grinned and held eye contact with him while I wrapped my fingers and my tongue around Tim’s cock.
“What do you think?” I asked, after I had thoroughly wet Tim’s shaft.
“It’s…” Aaron shook his head. “This is fuckin’ crazy.” But he never stopped stroking his shaft.
I winked. “Never said it would be boring.” I guided his hand to my breast and licked my way up his shaft.
He took the cue and grabbed my breast in a handful while I bobbed my head on his dick. My nipple stood hard under his palm, tender and eager for attention. On my other side Harrison did the same with his free hand, and I let out a small moan.
With hands teasing and pinching me, Aaron’s cock filling up my mouth, and Charlie’s filling up my pussy, it was all the best parts of sex rolled up into one. I sank into it and let the squiggles of pleasure from all ends of my body roll into one.
While Charlie kept up his delicious pace between my legs, I switched back and forth between blowing Aaron and Tim, savoring the taste of their sweat and the feel of their eager flesh on my tongue. Nothing could compare to the perfect harmony of Charlie’s shaft inside me, though, and now his quickening breaths drew my attention.
I lifted my gaze and watched his face screw up in pleasure as he started to come. He plunged into me balls-deep and I held him there with my legs wrapped around his back, his pelvis pressed hard against my clit. He shuddered and his cock twitched inside me. My pussy was clamped so tightly around him that I could count the spurts as he shot his load deep inside my cunt, could feel it pool within me, sticky and hot. I grinned as I tongued the edge of Aaron’s foreskin. The first jizz of the day, right where I wanted it.
When Charlie pulled out I felt the usual tinge of emptiness, but this time there was another cock waiting to take over. Harrison’s shaft throbbed in my hand, signalling just how ready he was. A gentle tug in the right direction was all it took to get him over to the foot of the bed, and within seconds I was stuffed once more.
Seriously, fuck condoms. I used two my first time, and that was two too many. I actually got on the pill while I was dating Dev, but he got clingy and I had to dump him before they had a chance to take effect. Just my luck. Now, I was finally getting to feel what it’s like to get fucked for real, real skin-on-skin, real cum inside me. It just doesn’t even merit comparison. I would rather die tomorrow with a real cock inside me than get fucked by latex every day for a hundred years.
Okay, maybe that’s a little melodramatic, but I think the circumstances merit it. In the span of a few minutes I fucked bareback for the first time, took my first creampie, and now I was feeling another cock push inside my used pussy and pump the cum out from inside me. Fucking heaven.
If it was weird for Harrison to fuck a girl using another guy’s load for lube, he was way too horny to let it show. He dropped straight into a steady rhythm, and the sheer novelty of having a second dick plowing me was almost enough to make me come again.
Just almost enough, until Charlie made his way up to me and I got a deep whiff of the scent of my own pussy on his shaft. When I lapped at his half-erection I could taste myself on his skin, and immediately I felt another orgasm around the corner. I dropped a hand to my clit and lifted my hips just off the bed to change the angle that Harrison probed my pussy, and that was all it took.
Delicious overstimulation—a hard dick gliding deep inside me, my own hand rubbing circles around my clit, others still teasing twists of pleasure out of my nipples, and Charlie’s cock in my mouth, wet with both our juices and already stiffening against my tongue. Everything washed over me in waves, not as hard as my first climax, but all the sweeter for feeling so dirty.
My pussy quivered around Harrison’s cock with each surge, and when I opened my eyes I found his closed and his breaths shallow. I wasted no time taking advantage, arching my back and gyrating my hips, doing my best to drive him crazy. When his eyes flicked open I was ready with my best seductive face, my usual lip-bite replaced with Tim’s cock jutting sideways from my lips.
When Harrison’s eyes met mine he couldn’t look away. He let out a groan and pulled out of me, his hand flying to his cock as he tipped over the edge. He pumped furiously, shooting stream after stream of cum across my body. It landed in creamy ropes from my mound all the way up to my tits. The sight of my body splattered with cum was enough to make me forgive him for not letting me be the one to stroke it out of him.
Without a dick inside me, I took the opportunity to show off my liquid trophy for the camera. Tim snapped pictures, and I also tried to give the webcam a good view without being too obvious about it. I couldn’t resist a little shimmy to jiggle my cum-streaked tits in that direction as I flipped over onto my hands and knees.
There was no question of who was to be next: it had to be Aaron, the only one I still feared might be hesitant. I positioned myself right in front of him, my breath hot on the tip of his dick as I looked up and tried to draw him into my eyes. My tongue snaked out to tease his engorged head, and I cupped his balls gently while we held eye contact. Forget everything else, I thought. It’s just you and me, and your dick in my pussy. I swirled the tip of my tongue over his flesh, just barely touching him, and did the same with my finger as I traced a line all the way up the underside of his cock.
“I’m ready for you,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “And you look like you need it.” It was true. His cock was hard as granite, visibly straining to be satisfied as he made his way around the bed.
All I could do was arch my back, wiggle my ass, and wait. The pause felt like forever. Then I felt Aaron’s hand on my ass, his cock touching my dripping lips and then sliding inside me in one smooth motion. I sighed and pushed back to meet him. That moment of initial penetration—his head parting my lips and then pushing past, my skin gripping his as my juices welcome him in—it never gets old, even when it’s the third cock in a row.
With Aaron filling me up, my tunnel vision cleared. Charlie had the camera now, and I motioned him around the side of the bed to document. He got shot after shot of me being impaled from both ends as I switched off between licking Tim’s shaft and getting Harrison hard again. While I sucked, Aaron grabbed my hips and set our rhythm. My ass slapped his body with each stroke, and I started to rock back and forth. Back to feel Aaron drive deep inside me, forward to get my lips as far down Tim’s shaft as I could.
When Charlie returned he was still rock hard. I did the same maneuver with him and Harrison, getting substantially more of their cocks in my mouth. The camera called for me to pose, my tongue wrapped around Charlie’s dick with Tim’s and Harrison’s on either side, pointing to my eager mouth. Who knew it would be so much fun to do a photoshoot?
I was bobbing my head on Harrison’s cock when Aaron squeezed my hips and moaned. Charlie caught my look and took the camera back to the foot of the bed as Aaron started to come. He plunged into me, filled me up with cock before he started to fill me up with cum. I kept my lips latched around Harrison and worked my hips harder than ever.
Aaron spasmed inside me as his load poured into my pussy. I twitched my ass up and down, sliding over his shaft, slippery with our juices. He groaned and clutched me hard enough to leave red marks, two of the many that I would find on my body by the end of the day. When he was emptied, he pulled out and let Charlie get pictures of the jizz dripping down my slit.
“Goddamn,” I heard him say, but I was already thinking of the next pleasure.
I kissed the tip of Tim’s dick and gave him a slap on the ass to send him on his way. Taking one more look at his thick shaft, I really wasn’t certain how this would go. The only time I had put anything nearly that big between my legs before was last Christmas break, when I was out of town visiting family. I had broken up with Connor before break and had basically no time to myself while staying with the relatives, and I got so desperately horny that I ended up fucking myself with a shampoo bottle in the shower. Not my proudest moment, stifling moans in Grandma’s guest bathroom, but I have to admit it was a pretty damn good orgasm. Now, though, I was hungry for the real thing.
Tim got into position and put his shaft under my pussy, pulled it along my wet lips to gain some lubrication or maybe just to tease me (it worked). I wiggled my hips and played along as he stroked back and forth, but I was aching for more. When I felt his head nestle between my lips I braced myself for penetration, but instead he dragged the tip of his cock up and down my slit at an agonizing pace.
Finally he pushed in, slowly but steadily. I felt the contours of his cock inside me as he went. First his ripe tip, my lips parting around it to grip at the start of his shaft. Then that slow ramp of of pleasure as his cock widened, until he was halfway in me and I was split open and it felt like he had to be close to bottoming out. And then it just kept going, opening me up like I had never felt before. I whimpered and he hesitated, but I pushed my ass gently back into him. I wanted more, and he had more to give.
Two loads of cum helped him ease deeper and deeper into my pussy, until it felt like his cock must be up to my tits inside me. Millimeter by millimeter, my cunt burned with delicious pain that became indistinguishable from pleasure as I acclimated. Finally I didn’t think I could take any more. I was totally, utterly filled.
I looked back over my shoulder. “How much is left?”
“About an inch.”
I grinned. “We’ll work on it.”
Tim pulled back and pushed in again, still careful, each stroke a little easier than the last, and I turned my attention to the neglected members in front of me. The distracting surge of pleasure that hit me on every stroke of Tim’s didn’t make it easy, but it was worth it to suck the cum off Aaron’s cock. I bathed his shaft with my tongue and savored every drop of our delicious mixture. I wouldn’t mind swallowing some of the next load, I thought to myself.
By the time Aaron was cleaned up and rock hard, I felt Tim’s hands pulling me back until my ass finally met his pelvis. I looked back and wiggled my hips around his shaft, after so long finally buried fully inside me.
I gave Tim the best innocent look I could muster on my hands and knees with his gigantic cock splitting my pussy open. “Well, I guess you don’t have to be gentle anymore.”
He smiled.
They say there’s a difference between fucking and making love. I dunno, maybe they’re right. For me, no matter how slow or fast, how rough or gentle, it’s always been the former. What I do know is that there’s a difference between fucking and getting fucked.
Usually, I’m pretty partial to fucking. I like to pin a guy to the bed, swing my leg over him, and grind until we’re both sore. But every now and then, it’s nice to get fucked instead. And Tim fucked me like I had never been fucked before.
He started with half strokes, ramping up his speed until my ass and tits jiggled and I moaned with pleasure, and even then it was hard to focus on sucking dick. So when he started plowing me with the full length of his shaft, our bodies smacking together while he squeezed my hips and slapped my ass, I just had to make a mental apology to the other guys and do my best to keep it together.
In the end it amounted to holding one cock or another in my mouth while Tim pounded my pussy, so that every time our bodies slapped together I was jerked forward to take the current guy deeper in my mouth. The whimpers I could no longer hold in came out muffled by hot, sticky flesh, punctuated by the sound of Tim smacking my ass as he fucked me.
I know I came at least twice with a cock jammed down my throat and Tim slamming into me, but it became hard to differentiate from the lightning bolts of ecstasy that coursed through me with every violent stroke. My cunt clamped around his cock and my whole body shook as he fucked me harder, faster, deeper every second. I swear I saw fucking stars.
“Ohhh my fucking god,” I gasped when I pulled my mouth from Harrison’s dick for a second of reprieve. But I didn’t want reprieve, not really. I growled, “Fill up my fucking pussy.” He did. “Fuck me harder.” He thrust into me so hard I collapsed forward, panting into the sodden sheets. “Mmmmm god, make me fucking scream!” He did, but not before I had lifted myself back up and stuffed Charlie’s cock down my throat.
Tim’s palm cracked across my ass cheek, sending another pang through my quivering body. His cock tore me open, filled me, fed my lust. My instructions had turned to indecipherable squeals around Charlie’s flesh, but through them I heard Tim groan behind me: “Ohh damn, I’m close.”
I felt like every nerve in my body was wrapped around his pistoning cock, but I pulled myself together to muster some coherence. “My face,” I commanded when my mouth was free. “Come all over my fucking face.”
One, two, three more glorious pounding thrusts and then he was out of me and I was twisting around to present my open mouth. He already had a hand around his shaft, but, not willing to miss another opportunity to finish someone off, I brushed him away to wrap both of my own hands around him.
There’s nothing sexier than the power you wield when you make someone come. It only took a couple of pumps before Tim’s huge cock was twitching in my hands. He leaned back and groaned as I coaxed the cum out of his cock, feeling it course through his shaft and land in warm drops on my face. Tim didn’t have anything like Harrison’s velocity, but he more than made up for it in volume. I stretched out my tongue and was rewarded with a creamy rope right in my mouth, before another splattered across my cheek. I don’t know if Tim always comes like that, or if it was my expert blowjob that built him up, or if it’s just another benefit to having a big cock, but he spilled buckets of cum on me.
I caught my breath and wiped some off my eye so I could mug for the camera. Harrison swooped in and snapped picture after picture of me smiling, pouting, displaying the load in my mouth, licking my lips, swallowing, the whole deal. Some of my favorites from the whole gangbang are of me, cum dripping down my chin, planting my lips around Tim’s cock to lap up the last drops.
When Tim was thoroughly emptied, I turned back around. Charlie was sitting on the bed, cock pointed straight up, where I had been blowing him moments before. I straddled him cowgirl and grasped his shaft, then settled my hips so that my pussy lips just barely parted around his tip. When I sank down on his lap, his dick slid smoothly inside me.
I leaned back, relishing the way his cock dragged across my g-spot as I started to ride him. Like I said, I like to fuck, and it was nice to be back on top. Meanwhile, the other boys vied for my oral attention, their dicks smearing cum around my mouth as I turned from one to the next.
After the shock of getting torn apart by Tim’s monster cock, I started to get back into a familiar rhythm. I worked my hips up and down on Charlie’s dick, pausing every once in a while to sit down hard and gyrate my ass on his lap. His eyes just about rolled back into his head, par for the course, but unlike usual I had an attentive audience to appreciate my movements. I got into this new show, rolled my whole body as I rode him, thrust my cum-spattered tits out that extra inch or two, all the while sucking three hard dicks.
When Charlie started to come he stayed as silent as ever, but he wasn’t the only one having fun. I heard a moan from my left and looked over to see Aaron’s hand clutched tight around his cock and his face contorting. I wasted no time clamping my lips around his tip and giving him a healthy lick, and then I felt the magic of two guys coming inside me at once.
I kept rolling my hips in time with the first spurts of Charlie’s orgasm as Aaron tipped over the edge. I held my tongue against his flesh while he jerked himself off, until he just started fucking my mouth. He thrust in and out of my pursed lips so that cum spilled around his spasming cock and dripped down from my chin to my tits. Meanwhile Charlie jerked beneath me as he emptied himself into my cunt and filled me from the other end.
I got so distracted with the jizz running out of my mouth and onto my body that I kept riding Charlie well after he was spent. When I did climb off and before Harrison thrust into me, Tim got a great picture of me leaning back with my legs spread, a thick stream of cum trickling from my pussy and yet more plastered across my chest and my smiling face.
But like I said, Harrison didn’t give me long to revel in this scene of cum-soaked glory. Instead, he took charge and sent me right back into getting-fucked mode, and I was all too happy to oblige. Three loads of cum had already been pumped inside my cunt, and by now they combined with my own juices to form a creamy white paste that squeezed out of my pussy to coat his cock on every thrust. All I wanted to do was suck this delicious mixture off his shaft while he pistoned in and out of me, but I had to settle for licking Aaron and Charlie clean instead.
Charlie impressed me more with every new development. Between my tongue and his hand, his cock barely got down to half mast before it started to firm up again, and the look in his eyes said he was ready for round three. Unfortunately, Aaron didn’t share his stamina. Once I had sucked him dry he started to back away from the bed, but I beckoned him over.
“Uh uh.” My cadence was dictated by the regular slap of Harrison’s body against mine. “If you’re done, you just became the historian.”
Tim smirked and handed him the camera. Aaron, to his credit, shrugged and got straight to documenting the momentous event of me doing my best to shove Charlie’s cock down my throat while I got plowed by Harrison. I make history fun!
Seriously, though, the remaining guys got down to business. They were all rock-hard, as horny as ever, and ready to last for a long time before coming again. While Aaron settled into his new role darting around us and snapping pictures, Tim, Charlie, and Harrison took turns fucking my brains out.
They started a rapid-fire rotation, barely leaving my pussy empty before another cock shoved inside me and squeezed a moan out of me around someone else’s shaft. Every stroke churned up the cum already inside me, three loads worth getting fucked out of me to end up smeared around my pussy. Charlie found some kind of rolling-hip technique that tickled my g-spot, Tim’s dick seemed to reach new depths in me with every thrust, and Harrison grabbed my legs and pulled me close and just fucked me fiercely. They each had this ferocious look in their eyes that I had never seen before, and I liked it. I fucking loved it.
The coiled spring inside me finally let go again with Harrison pounding my cunt and, surprisingly, nobody in my mouth. I became vaguely aware of a primal scream that seemed to emanate from the same place inside where Harrison was kneading pleasure into me, a scream which was stifled by a cock being shoved into my waiting mouth, and then Harrison was gone and someone else filled me, bursting at the seams, and someone’s cock or hand or mouth was smearing cum across my tender nipple as I thrashed in rapture on the sweaty sheets.
It was Tim inside me now, using my sides as handholds to bury himself deep in my convulsing pussy. He slowed his pace as I started to come down, but I was having none of that. I gripped his arm, hard, and heard my voice come out low and rough: “No. Harder.”
At first his expression didn’t change, like he hadn’t heard me at all. Then he rammed into me, sent shocks of pleasure from my pussy all the way to my tits, and let a smile slide across his face as he continued to fuck me senseless.
“Yes—ohh—fuckme—yes,” I gasped with each thrust, until Harrison’s erection demanded my attention. With him in one hand and Charlie in the other, I took turns bobbing my head on each dick. Wet, sloppy blowjobs; I lapped up the mix of juices from their flesh and added more of my own spit, slurped at their cocks until I could feel their tips tickling the back of my throat.
Tim’s insistent fucking was already pushing me along the bed, and with a little shimmy I repositioned to let my head hang over the edge. Harrison took advantage by climbing off the bed, standing at the foot, and delivering his cock to my waiting tongue. I relaxed and let him take over, and take over he did. He fucked my mouth while Tim pounded my pussy, and in between them I shook, awash with pleasure and full from both ends.
I’m no deepthroater but I would love to learn. With my throat relaxed, I felt Harrison’s cock push my boundaries a little further on every stroke. I just lay back and relished the feel of his warm flesh sliding over my tongue, the smell of sex in the air, the way my pussy gripped Tim’s cock. But before Harrison could get too deep, he grunted and pulled out of my mouth. I raised my head and opened my eyes to find his hand clutched around his shaft, working furiously to bring him to orgasm.
My phone was at the perfect angle to catch that iconic gangbang shot: Harrison pumping his load onto my face while Tim fucks me, my cum-splattered tits jiggling with every stroke. Mission fucking accomplished, I thought as drops of hot cum adorned my tongue. I smirked for the camera through my mask of jizz.
When Harrison was thoroughly emptied he lowered his cock, wet with my spit, to my mouth. I dutifully cleaned him off and he stumbled back, spent, to be immediately replaced by Charlie. Unfortunately I didn’t get to spend long worshipping Charlie’s cock with my tongue, because Tim quickly ramped things up another notch.
I felt my ass being lifted off the bed, slapped, and squeezed, all while he kept filling me up with stroke after stroke of monster cock. I wrapped my lips around the head of Charlie’s dick, but my mind was on the orgasm building inside me, and from the feel of things Tim was getting close too.
Another few strokes and I couldn’t think straight, could only feel my eyes rolling back into my head and that iron shaft filling me up, but inches away from climax I was denied. Tim pulled out and left me hopelessly empty. My vision cleared on the sight of his cock above me, my body unable to process the loss of what it so desperately needed. Tim groaned as his whole body jerked, and I watched a rope of cum spurt out to pool at the top of my slit.
Then, without warning, he shoved back inside me. I gasped at the sensation of his thick shaft, twitching as he came, splitting me open again. My hand shot to my pussy and I felt myself pushed back to the edge and then over, freefalling in pleasure as Tim thrust into me and I rubbed my clit through the pool of cum he had just deposited.
I barely registered the drops of jizz that Charlie pumped onto my face through my screaming orgasm, but he had his own contribution to make along with the load Tim was pumping inside me. Thrust after thrust Tim fucked me, my pussy long since overflowing with cum that smeared across our skin.
I regained my senses as Tim’s groans trailed off. For the first time since we got going the room fell quiet, the air textured only with the smell of sex and the soft panting of three of us catching our breath. I reached up and lazily stroked Charlie’s shaft as I surveyed the scene. Charlie, already softening in my hand, looked pensive. Harrison was sitting down with a similar wide-eyed stare to the one painted across Aaron’s face, who seemed to have momentarily forgotten the camera he held in front of him. Tim looked some mixture of pleased and thunderstruck, still sitting on his knees with his cock buried inside me. I, of course, was licking cum off my lips and grinning like a fool.
“Damn.” Aaron broke the silence, and we all burst out laughing. That seemed to remind him of his duties, and he got right to documenting the new cum on my face and the mixture that flowed from my pussy as Tim withdrew his deflating cock. I rolled gingerly off the bed, trying not to lose any of my creamy decorations to the sheets as I stood up. Give them something to remember you by, I thought, and turned a slow, seductive circle for the boys surrounding me. (As if we weren’t well past seduction at this point.)
With Aaron attentively photographing, I dragged a finger across my chin to push the thick drips of cum into my mouth. I didn’t swallow, just held it there on my tongue while I did the same for my cheeks and then my forehead. When I gathered everything from my face, I had enough cum in my mouth to cover my tongue completely. It was my hard-earned prize, the seed of four exhausted guys, and I showed it off for them before I let it slide down my throat. After blowing a sticky kiss to the camera, I decided the jizz providers had fulfilled their duty.
“Okay!” I said brightly. “I hope you boys enjoyed yourselves, ‘cause I sure had fun.” I reached for the camera and glanced pointedly at the clothes strewn across my bedroom floor, and they got the hint. I stood smiling as they dressed, then shepherded them to the front door.
“Remember the rules,” I said as I handed back phones, still naked and disheveled. “Nobody says a word to anybody, or I fuck up your lives.” I looked each of them in the eye, smiling sweetly, and saw that they knew I wasn’t joking. “And if you’re good boys, you might just get a reward.” I laughed to myself at the thought of sending four teenage guys the evidence of me getting gangbanged. Not a fucking chance.
I peeked out the window to make sure the coast was clear and sent them on their way, four sweaty boys looking various degrees of bewildered as they shuffled out my door. Finally Aaron disappeared around the corner, and then the deadbolt was slotted home and I was alone again.
I strolled back to my room, pausing to examine myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my door. There was cum drying on basically every part of my body, from my pussy to my hair. My skin sported a multitude of red marks, indistinguishable blotches and clear hand marks alike (these, of course, were centralized on my ass and tits). My cunt was red, swollen, and sore in the best way possible, not to mention still leaking cum. And yeah, I was grinning from ear to ear.
After stopping the recordings I flopped down on my wet sheets, ecstatic and exhausted. I fell asleep with my hand between my legs.
When I woke a couple hours later I still felt like I’d been fucked inside out, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I was covered in dried sweat and cum in a room that still stunk of sex, and the nastiness of it just made me hornier. I pulled my laptop into bed with me and only made it a few minutes into the video before I was creaming all over my fingers. Let me tell you, it took some serious discipline for me to make it out of bed and actually clean things up before my parents got home Sunday night.
I merged the two videos so I can watch both angles at once, and I tend to flip through the pictures at the same time. I’ve spent just about every night since with my fingers or a toy buried inside my pussy, watching myself get filled up with cock and covered with cum. I thought this would be the end game, finally living out my fantasy, but that was naive. Now that I’ve lived it, all I can think about is how to make it happen again. I wonder if I can find another girl to add to the mix…
