Christina's Strip-Club Initiation -- First Night

[sweetnpied]

Tee-hee. I think you'd better gf! Cuz you're one of the few people who has a little knowledge of where this story is headed! And I'm pretty close to finishing Part VIII. And you know what that means! Smoochies.

[KayleeKat]

*Evil Grin*

[alext]

Blimey, and I thought the last story was hot! Awesome sweetnpied, I almost got...distracted...half way through, had trouble getting to the end as a result

[sweetnpied]

Well, Alex, living in the world of make-believe, unlike my previous two postings, allows me to do things I could never do in the real world! LOL!

[sweetnpied]

Part VIII

(Hi guys. Well, I had hoped to have Part VIII completely done before I have to leave for tonight's socializing in my real world, but I had to kind of take a little... er... interruption in the middle of working on this. You guys who have been asking me to stop playing with just the girls should enjoy this section. I should call it VIIIa and VIIIb, but I decided to cut it in about half, because it's already way too long even at this length. And I'm still working on fine-tuning the next part of this. This way, you guys have a little something to keep you going til I finish the second half of this part of my "first night's initiation"!
Enjoy!
Smoochies,
Christina)

All right. So expecting five orgasms in five minutes might have been a little too ambitious. But the four I just concluded thanks to Heather were more than just a little acceptable, especially considering they were among the very best of my relatively young sex life.

As I continue my decent down from my latest cum, I can feel Heather’s body pressing against mine. It was an amazing cum, my first one accomplished just by grinding my crotch against another woman’s. I’d seen women fuck that way in the soft-core porn movies I’ve watched on cable TV, but I just assumed they faked their orgasms. My lord, I’ve just discovered that I can cum that way, too.

Heather and I are currently locked in a deep romantic embrace and kiss since she has just cum right along with me. I feel her hands cupping my ass cheeks inside my panties, and we are totally lip-locked. Thick chocolate sundae syrup is still streaming down our heads and bodies as two bouncers finish pouring over both of us the last two pitchers Heather purchased with her thousand dollars.

I know a major part of my thunderous fourth climax in under five minutes has to do with how completely enchanted I am with my new girlfriend. But there was something about having sex while I was being drowned in chocolate syrup that added an extra decadence to the entire experience. Add doing it in public before 500 drunk and enthusiastic men while restrained and completely helpless, I suspect I could keep cumming like this all night.

Heather pulls herself out of my mouth momentarily and announces softly and sweetly to me, “I hope that was as amazing an experience for you as it was for me.” Her tongue wraps around mine again but I manage to find a way to reply. “That was the most intensely erotic five minutes of my life.”

Heather sweetly giggles. “I don’t know sweetie. I watched your first orgasm at the hands and tongue of Evie.” I laugh back into Heather’s mouth. “Well, that was one single cum and I’m sure that didn’t go on for five minutes. And it certainly wasn’t romantic or erotic. That was a vicious rape.”

Heather pulls her head back again, clears both our eyes and smiles sweetly at me. “Rape or not. You had the most violent cum I’ve ever witnessed.” I engage her eyes fully and succumb to her insightful observation and answer back, “I guess I’m just the epitome of a submissive wam slut.” We both have a good laugh at that remark causing our bellies and chests to continue sliding against each other. A very delightful consequence.

Then Heather stuns me by softly remarking in my ear, “I am, too. I’m the most submissive creature on the planet. Well, maybe next to you!” And with that remark, Heather plants another long deep kiss on me, grabbing me tightly by my ass as she pulls me into her.

Her next words are preceded with a sharp slap to my butt. “Sad to say,” she reluctantly asserts, “that my time is up.” I begin to protest, but she puts her finger to my mouth to shush me.

“This is anything but the end, but the start to a wonderful relationship. But first, I want to leave you something to remember me by.” I can feel the hand Heather just used to shush me slide seductively down between the front of our bodies, ending up at our crotches. It seems like Heather is entering someone’s panties, but it certainly isn’t mine. I’m a bit confused. She just announced she’s leaving, but begins masturbating? That’s a little weird.

But Heather’s hand doesn’t remain there for more than a few seconds. Next thing I know, she’s forcing two fingers from that same hand between my lips making them separate. Her fingers slide between my opening mouth and teeth, and then I get it. Heather’s giving me a taste of her cum juice. A perfect way to end our brief time together.

She whispers in my ear, “I have to go take care of something, but I promise you I’ll see you very soon.” I whisper back, “How? Where?”

Heather gives me one last kiss which I don’t even return very well since I’m trying to figure out the meaning of what she just told me. She takes a small jump out of the pool nearly losing her balance if not for the help of the nearby bouncers. She bends down, a little longer than necessary for the obvious reason of giving me one last long look at her amazing butt, grabs her dress, shoes and purse, and just struts out of the pit area and then the club, all to a riotous standing ovation as she waives to the crowd.

My God, she’s going to just walk outside in her underwear covered in slime! I was simply in sheer wonder and awe of our most delightful, and all too brief, encounter.

As the line that had been waiting behind Heather returns to wamming and sexually using me once again, although I probably shouldn’t call it using me since I’m enjoying the total shit out of it, my mind tries to analyze Heather’s last comment.

She said she’ll see me again and very soon. But I’m pretty sure of one thing. At least I think I am. She’s not a regular at the club or at least hasn’t been up til now.

Every weekend I’ve worked so far at this club I’ve pretty actively visited every nook and cranny of the building. Being one of the most popular strippers here means I am in demand just about everywhere at once. I could probably focus my entire night’s attention on one quadrant of the club each night I work and make all the money I need, but that’s not my preference. I make it a point to flirt with the patrons in every area every night I work just to make sure I don’t get fixated on a limited group of clients like Missy and Evie do. And I’ve never once seen Heather before tonight.

Maybe she’s planning on returning tomorrow perhaps? Well, it’s time to put it out of my mind, relax and just continue to enjoy my current situation. I can worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

The next ninety minutes or so move on quite nicely, thank you. I continue to get simply deluged with pies, large cans of pudding, cans of whipped cream, handfuls of the smelly blackberry jam, pitchers of cake batter of various flavors and pitchers and gallon jugs of chocolate syrup. I am one seriously constant fucking mess.

And a messy fuck of a bitch who guys won’t stop fucking. But now, if their weak-ass excuse for pleasuring me becomes too pedestrian and boring, I just turn my mind back to how it felt when the four football boys or Heather were doing me and enter my little fantasy world dreaming about them. That usually works wonders in getting me off pretty quickly.

In fact, I’ve counted off eighteen more cums since Heather departed and left me behind to face the rest of the nut jobs on line. That’s about one orgasm every five minutes which is pretty damn good if you ask me. Certainly not the quality or intensity of cums I had with the boys or Evie, and absolutely nothing to compare with my time with Heather. But all good cums nonetheless.

I can pretty much tell, even though I’ve been blinded by all the mess forced upon me for most of the last ninety minutes, that the wamming supplies are winding down. And then Craig makes an announcement that for much of the last couple of hours I seriously wondered if I’d ever survive tonight long enough to hear.

“I am pleased to announce that we have made it completely once through the line of people wanting to assault our little police officer here,” an announcement that drives the crowd into another raucous frenzy of ovation.

“That means, from this point on there is no limit to how much gunge you can purchase. The only limit is the amount of money you’re willing to spend. Although I can see looking at what’s left, there’s some pretty slim pickings here. Regardless, those are the new rules.”

My pussy begins tingling wildly again at the thought that someone would now get to do me non- stop for more than just a couple of minutes. I’m trying to clear my eyes to see my first few prospects of return assholes because if there’s not much gunge left, I’m probably not going to get too deep into the line.

Shaking my head and blinking my eyes to try and clear them tips Mike off that I’m having difficulty seeing. Good guy that he is, he clears my eyes completely with his hanky, and I am pleasantly stunned once again! Wouldn’t you now that the first group appearing at the head of the line are Tommy, Jimmy, Terry and Bobby, my wonderful four football lovers!

Typifying his role as team leader, Terry politely asks for the mike and addresses the crowd. “How many of you guys loved the show Heather put on as much as we did?” Once again the crowd goes bananas.

“Well the four of us loved watching it just as much so we knew that we had to come up with even more money than that to justify how much we’d like to have some serious fun. So we hit the ATM and pooled together our money.” Terry waves a thick wad of bills in the air and raises his voice. “Twenty-five hundred dollars!” That sets off another round of loud cheers for the boys.

“We even came up with some extra money for this!” As if on command, five stripper waitresses strut down to the pit each carrying an ice bucket of fine Cristal champagne. My dear lord, do these boys have a little style and class or what?

Craig steps up to Terry and indicates he needs the mike back. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of sad news, son. But a that much money would normally buy you a hundred pitchers or large cans of goo to pour on her. We currently have only sixteen left and maybe another twenty handfuls of blackberry jam. Not nearly enough to match your two and a half g's.”

Somehow I get hit with a moment of brilliant inspiration. I tell Craig to come over and whisper my idea. He answers, “It’s okay with me, it’s your body and all. But I’m not sure Evie will approve, and I have to run this past her.”

Craig begins calling Evie’s name over the mike, but to no response. This goes on for a couple of minutes as I continue to drip goo down my body, and my four studly young men wait patiently.

Where the fuck can Evie be? Probably doing lines with Missy and a couple of johns in the backroom or one of the bathrooms. I’ve had enough of this pussy-footing around shit.

I motion to Craig to bring the mike to me. “Sooooo-wie. Soooooo-wie. Here piggy, piggy. Here piggy, piggy.” The crowd goes simply ape-shit over the way I’m mocking Evie. That only encourages me to take even greater charge of the situation.

“If one lame-ass cunt of a whore named Evie doesn’t get her fat ass down here in 2 minutes, I’m going to set my own rules with these boys.” Once again, a huge roar of approval of support.

Not only are the boys and I now dutifully but anxiously sweating out the two minutes, but so is the entire audience because they are dying with wonder as to what I will do with the guys. I have Craig and Mike huddle around me to make sure we’re all in agreement over what we’ll do.

Craig turns to me and simply says, “Are you absolutely sure this is what you really want to do? You know Evie will blow a gasket over this.”

“Craig, these boys are willing to throw two thousand five hundred dollars into the pot, more than five times as much as required in exchange for the wam materials we have left. Why should we leave over two thousand available extra dollars on the table uncollected if the boys are willing to go for it?”

“Chrissy, you know I love your courage and guts and how much you are willing to take one for team. But I have to protect my job. If Evie demands heads to roll over this, I’m going to say I told you not to do this and did nothing to help, okay?” I was a little disappointed at Craig for being such a pussy. But he does have two young kids, so I understand to some extent.

But I’m going to need an accomplice to help me out even a little if I’m going to pull this off. So I turn to Mike. “You’re gonna have to release me from these cuffs. I’ll support your story that I was a total bitch to both of you and Craig until you finally gave in to me.”

I see Mike draw a huge sigh as he contemplates what I’m proposing. I’m definitely putting him on the spot. “Look,” I begin as I’m making this up on my feet as fast as I can despite the fact I haven’t been able to see my feet for well over two hours because they’re now buried in about 8 to 9 inches of goo that’s already accumulated in the wading pool below me, “I’ll tell the boss it was totally my idea not to let twenty-five hundred walk out the door. That’s got to be good for something.”

I love Mike because the one thing I know he has is balls. And I also know that he loves the balls I have shown these last five weeks in standing up to Evie and the rest of the cunt pack. I figure I’ll play one last card.

“Mike, I’ll say you insisted that the only way you’d let me out is if I guaranteed that I wouldn’t let any boy eat me or stick his dick up my cunt or ass. That you completely protected her majesty’s precious right of taking my lesbo cherry. How can she possibly object to that?”

I know my last sentence was not my strongest point because we all knew Evie could find fault with absolutely anything I or anyone else did. But I know Mike knows my strongest argument is all about the money.

Two minutes have now passed. No sight or sound of Evie. “Mike, we gave her a chance to have a say. How can we let the money go out the door?” I turn to the boys. “You guys got a curfew?” Terry answers, “Midnight.”

I turn to Mike once again. “We’ve got a little more than an hour before these guys have to leave. It’s now or never.” Throughout all this, the crowd is chanting louder and louder the name of the boys’ football team’s mascot, “Bisons, Bisons, Bisons.”

“See, Mike? We’ll have a fucking riot on our hands if we don’t let them have at me.” I didn’t find out until a few days later that these guys really were local sports heroes and could get absolutely anything handed to them at any time. They were good enough guys not to abuse the privilege if, for nothing else, they didn’t want to lose their athletic eligibility. But for something like this, the crowd was completely behind them.

I know I have Mike right where I want him. He reinforces my belief that I’ve won him over the moment I see him reaching into his pocket for the handcuff keys. He hesitates briefly to reconsider his predicament, but I already know it’s too late for him.

“Click, click.” I’m free for the first time in over three hours. The sockets connecting my arms to my shoulders are tight and sore. I try to fight through it and start stretching and circling my arms. It takes a few moments to work through the stiffness, which gives me the time I need to explain my plan to the boys.

For I knew one other possible fly in the ointment is that the guys might not be agreeable to what I’m proposing to offer them. But I figure you can never underestimate the horniness of college athletes. And I’m certainly not disappointed this time. They’re as enthusiastic about my idea as I am.

And so the evening’s next round of festivities begins!

All four of them quickly strip down to their underwear and I am immediately consumed with animal lust for each and every one of them. Tommy is wearing skin-tight white cotton boxers which instantly demonstrate to me that he is a rock-hard seven or eight inches. His cock goes straight up toward his navel, and the juices in my pussy react as if a dam suddenly burst with the way it’s flowing out of me.

My eye moves over to Jimmy, never once rising above crotch level. Oh my dear god! He has on these very low rise white bikini briefs in some kind of synthetic fabric. They look as if they’re painted on which provides me a perfectly sculpted view of every detail of his beautiful eight or nine inches, including the large, bulging vein on the underside of his thick piece of meat.

His cock slants to the right in order to have some hope of staying completely covered by his undies, but there’s really no hope with something that huge wrapped in underwear that tiny. Nearly the entire tip is exposed over the upper elastic rim, and I am simply creaming myself at the thought of tasting him.

Next, I see Bobby, and he is everything I expect in a man of his stature. Broad and deeply muscled across the chest with arms and thighs the size of tree trunks. I am so pissed off right now that I agreed to no penile intercourse with these studs because Bobby’s everything I dream about in a fuck toy. He is proudly displaying his massive ten inches of manhood in tight gray army style bikini briefs. And his dick looks as thick as my fist. It is going to be very difficult to resist the temptation of finding some way of slipping that inside.

And lastly, Terry. Since I’m on the tiny and slender side, I tend to shy away from boys like him because his body shape is the closest to matching mine. I am normally much more attracted to Bobby’s body type.

But when I see Terry in his skivvies, I immediately recognize there’s a reason for making exceptions, and this is one of those reasons. For Terry has the bod of a chiseled god! He is fucking ripped! His washboard abs have washboard abs!

As a dancer, I know exactly what it takes to develop his kind of musculature because mine is somewhat along the same lines. Not nearly as robust as his, of course. But I know how much work it takes to develop what he has. And I want it all over me as soon as possible.

Plus, I can’t believe how hot he looks in a black spandex thong. His nine inches, though not as wide as Bobby’s or Jimmy’s cocks seems the hardest of the four. It is stretching the cloth of what looks to me like a thonged speedo to almost painful proportions. And since I’ve promised not to take any of their cocks in my cunt tonight, his will actually be the easiest one to blow. An opportunity I am dying to pursue.

Now all stripped down and ready for action, Bobby approaches me first. He opens the front of my panties and dumps almost half a pitcher of lemon cake batter down it, driving me fucking crazy. The acid pH of the batter sends sparks up and down my entire labia all at once.

He takes my right hand and places it over the outside of his shorts, forcing me to stroke his manhood. “Dear god,” I gasp as I look him straight in his eyes. I wonder what it must be like to take him fully into my cunt, not that I think I ever could. He’s way too fucking long and wide for me to take in all of that.

Bobby now places the pitcher of yellow goo in my left hand. I don’t exactly need an instructional booklet to figure out what to do next. I tug at the top band of his army regulation skivvies and let the rest of the pitcher’s contents coat his massive organ. Bobby sucks in a deep breath as the slime slides down his cock and pools around his balls.

I let the elastic band snap shut, and he gives me back a wicked smile. I return the look, drop the pitcher and immediately start groping his monster with both my hands, having absolutely no chance at covering it completely.

Bobby then deftly opens the first bottle of Cristal and pours it down my willing throat. He immediately joins me in a sticky, alcohol-laden makeout session as I now grind my steaming pussy, still protected by my slime-soaked panties, against his enormous cock.

And as soon as I feel him against me, I moan softly yet urgently into his mouth as my pussy simply comes to life against him. “Oh shit, why can’t I just do him?” I think to myself.

Jimmy surprises me from behind with his magnificently tight and powerful body as his slanted cock rubs up hard against my butt. He pulls at my completely saturated hair, but not the area nearest my scalp as has been Evie’s and Missy’s practice all night, but all the way down below my panties since now my hair is arrow straight and stretched to its absolute longest possible length. Thank god I possess a dancer’s flexibility, because Jimmy is bending me over like a pretzel.

Bobby pours more champagne down my mouth and Jimmy is tonguing my mouth in a oddly exciting upside down matching of our lips. A very interesting and very erotic kind of kiss.

Then Jimmy surprises me with something I would have never considered. Since his cock is basically jumping out of his way-too-small undies anyway, he decides to wrap the lowest portion of my hair around his cock, stroking the length of it with my goo-covered locks. This is driving him nuts, and it’s turning me on to no end.

Next, Tommy comes up to my right side and it’s now his turn to fill my mouth with Cristal and drive his tongue deep inside. The cotton fabric of his boxers slightly inhibits my ability to fully appreciate the magnificence of his hardness, but I’m so lust-driven at this point, I frankly don’t give a fuck.

I make it a moot point anyway by driving my right hand down his shorts. I can instantly feel the throbbing of his huge vein on the underside of his cock. More than that, I can feel an absolutely enormous welling up of cum building up an inch or two from his balls. I know that when it comes time for him to cum in my mouth or on my face, he will flood me with his semen.

Lastly, Terry joins our little foursome, making it a fivesome, and presses against my left side. There is something about feeling his super-hard spear of a prick against my side that begins my path down what I know will be a very enjoyable hour.

I’m grinding my shielded cunt even more rapidly against Bobby’s Mount Everest, and Jimmy’s humping of my ass is driving me even harder against Bobby’s cock of granite. Four pairs of hands are rubbing goo all over my body simultaneously and four hungry mouths are devouring various parts of my body. Why have I waited this long to have sex in threesomes or moresomes?

Here I am, getting drunk with alcohol, drunk with lust, drunk with the feeling of four of the studliest, hunkiest men taking me on all at once, and drunk with the thought of how great it will be to soon feel their jism all over my face and in my mouth. That thought, along with the feeling of my grabbing two cocks, and having two cocks pressing against my two cracks and hands and mouths all over me sends me completely over the edge far sooner than I might have thought.

“Ohhhhhh, myyyyyyyyy, fuuuuuucckkiiiiinngggggg goooooooooood!” I scream out loud. “Iiiiii” as I’m gasping for air multiple times between words now, “caaaaaaaannn’ttttttt,” three more gasps, “beeeeeeellllllllieeeeeeevvveeeee,” four gasps, “aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiimmmm,” two gasp, “gooooonnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!”

All four grab me tight and put their mouths all over my face, mouth and head, before I can finish the word “cum.” And I’m totally with it. I feel dirty, used, naughty, and the crowd is simply going wild.

That does it! I hate to abandon my responsibilities to Terry’s and Tommy’s cocks, even for a few seconds, but I seriously need to mount Bobby!

I instantly drop my panties and leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around his upper buttocks so I can simulate sex. Heather has shown me a whole new way to cum. Just rub your pussy against something that really turns you on!

And as always the perfect gentlemen, not only do Terry and Tommy not complain that I’ve stopped focusing my attention on them, they take this opportunity to send me into a potentially even deeper orgasm and start shoving their fingers up my cunt and asshole.

And I suddenly have become just a bowl of jelly in the strongest arms, hands, bodies any college freshman could ever want. My orgasm, which is still mounting, keeps climbing to a new plateau with every new naughty thing we do. I’m still screaming but since I’ve now buried my mouth in Bobby’s, my cries are muffled.

But now I want to ride him like the fucking steed he is! I lift my head up high, and Bobby drops his face downward into my cleavage. I am like a twig in his massive arms.

I’m audibly screaming now, “Drive me down your gigantic pole! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh sssshhhhhiiiiiiiitttt!” My cunt actually feels every ripple of his boa constrictor as I slide up and down him.

I am so tiny compared to him, that he is effortlessly raising and lowering me, so that as long as I can force my legs to stay tightly wrapped around him, I am never going to lose the friction I’m feeling rubbing against my pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh bbbbaaaaaahhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyy! Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiitttttt!” He lifts me and lowers me faster and faster. The other boys are just filling my holes as best they can, and they’re doing one fanfuckingtastic job.

I can feel myself building to a crushing orgasm, and I’m almost there now. Bobby innately sensing it, too, pins me hard against Jimmy who’s still grinding his amazing cock against my ass. Bobby is wedging his bulging mast so deeply into me that the broadness of the underside of it is somehow spreading my labia apart. It’s almost like he’s fucking me not with his length, but with his width! And he’s still wearing his undies! I’m highly doubtful I could ever take that one-eyed monster into me the normal way. He’d split me in two!

The start of my peak spasms hits me so hard, Bobby nearly drops me due to his not being prepared for how hard I push away from him as I begin my cum. Fortunately, I had the other three boys to hold me. Two of whom, apparently, are supporting me by pile-driving their fingers into my sex holes.

My sounds become purely guttural now. There’s no hope of formulating any real words. I let out the most primal of screams imaginable.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhrhrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” If I thought I was being fucked clearly out of my mind with orgasmic pleasure prior to this cum, I keep shocking myself with every previous record I keep breaking tonight. Cause this is absolutely another record-breaking orgasm in sheer intensity.

“Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Nooooo! Nooooooooooooo! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Bobby is humping me just as if we’re fucking, but also sliding me up and down a little so that my clit is being well massaged.

“Wuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrggggggggggggggggggggg! Ohhhhhhh gooooooood! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyy gooooooooood!”

The tension is building inside me exponentially. This is one fucking long cum. I become incoherent one more time as I finally climb over the final peak of this orgasm. The pitch of my voice goes up one step for each of the next four groans until, thankfully, the last groan marks the conclusion of my cum.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” up one note on the scale, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, one more step, uuuuuuaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, and with the last groan, my body feels like it’s been struck by a meteor, uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

Until that last groan, Bobby and I were humping each other like wild animals. But my body tenses up and freezes completely with that final groan. But Bobby is such a phenomenal athlete that I just leave my body in his hands. He is driving into me, thrusting into me. I’m quivering like a drug addict going through rehab and encountering the shakes.

Finally, I start to slide down the far side of my incredible cum just enough to speak. I start panting like an over-heated dog. “Eeeeeee,” more pants, “nuufffff,” a deep gasp for air, “alllllrrreedddyyyy.”

Shit, I guess not! Because Bobby refuses to stop! And I’m completely at a loss at what to do. On the one hand, I know to continue will lead to another massive cum. On the other, I’m worried it might kill me!

I start babbling like I’m ready for a padded cell. “I dddoooon nooooo, noooooooo, nooooooooo, ahhhhhh, I, I, I caaaaannnnn, noooooo, pleeeeeaaaa,” I sink my head into Bobby’s neck and am actually weeping. I am in so much ecstacy I can’t decide what to do.

“Jeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssss! Nnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I think I’m back to where I can’t stop cumming. And Bobby’s doing nothing to help matters any.

I can barely spit out the words. “Aaaahhhhhhhmmmm beebeeebeeeggiiiiing yoouu. puuuulllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaassssssseeeeeeee.” “Boooobbbbbbiiiiieeeeeeee, puuuuuuuulllllleeeeaaaaassssseeee.”

He laughs and asks, “Please? You want more?”

The fucking asshole won’t stop! Shit! And then the peak of my second cum strikes me.

“Nooooooooooooo!” “Nah, nah, nah, na, noooooooooooooooooo. Staaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhpp! STTTTTAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPP!”

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH KAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNTTTTTTTT! SHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!”

I know I can’t keep this us much longer! I’ll completely blow a fuse again like I did at the start of the wild night, and I desperately need to take care of my other three young studs.

My spasms are beginning to let up again, and I’m pounding my fists on his shoulders. Bobby just laughs at me at how ridiculous an effect my weak-ass punches are having on him.

“Nooooo. Noooo. Nooo more, Baaahhhhbbbbyyy! Pleeeaasssseeee. I’m begging you! PUUUUHHHHLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEEEE!” I’m screaming the last please at him!

He gives me the dirtiest laugh in the deepest bass voice possible. “Please, you’re begging me?”

SHIT! What an asshole! He’s not stopping!

“STOP IT! NOW! I MEEEEEE...”

I never finish that last word. Shit! I’m cumming a third time!

“Uuuuuuh, uuuuuuuh, uuuuuuuh, oooooooooooooooooohhhhh sssssshhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiitttt! Yoooooooooooooooo mooooooothhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeerrrrrrrffffuuuuuuuuccckkkeeerrr!”

I’m one fucking orgasmic mess! Whatever wam mess that was stuck to my body is being thrown off in all directions as I’m thrashing and gyrating my body in Bobby’s arms over the severity of my third consecutive orgasm. I’m banging away at Bobby’s shoulders now trying to make him stop.

“Yooooooouuuuuuu gooooooooot toooooooo nooooooooo staaaaaahhhhhhhhpp! Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Eeeeennnnuuuuuuufffffff!”

And if I had thought I had experienced my greatest cum before this, I never thought I could have the one I was about to have!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY,” and I just screech the next sound at the highest pitch of my voice like a maniacal banshee – “GGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDD!”

That last spasm feels like an explosion ripping through my entire body! I know I can’t continue this pace much longer without fainting or going into shock or something. I’m collapsing and convulsing all over Bobby as I descend down the slope of my third orgasm in a row, trying desperately to find a way to avoid climbing again to a fourth cum.

My brain finally returns to earth just long enough to figure it out. You stupid cunt! Just separate your legs! Yeah, Bobby could still hold me against him, but without me helping him gain full access to my open cunt, it won’t be quite the same.

With that, Bobby lets me slide down the length of his body. Great! Now I get the pleasure of feeling his behemoth cock between my tits until I slide down further and let my mouth run over it. It feels like a fucking log against my mouth.

The whole upper half of my body is heaving as I’m trying to recover. I’m on my hands and knees bent over like a used dishrag. It’s a very odd mix of sensations, because I’m getting turned on by being half-buried in this amazing sensation of goo that’s collected in the pool, but I’m trying my
hardest not to get too carried away with it because I need to recover from what just happened. I can’t afford to overheat from too much sensory overload! I still have three more guys to play with, and none of them have even cum yet!

The boys lift me up to my feet and all of them are trying their best to restrain their laughter a little because of how Bobby just abused my body to the point where I was having multiple orgasms. Even I have to admit, that was pretty fucking funny just before my second cum when I was trying to get out the words, “Please stop,” but Bobby interrupted me before I could say the second word which provided him the opportunity to interpret it to mean I want him to continue. The big dick! But it was that fucking funny, unless you were in my position and worried I was about to pass out.

So I have to feign be really pissed. Besides I don’t want to make it seem like I’m ignoring the other amazing studs sharing this experience with me.

I slap my open palm hard against Bobby’s massive chest which looks like a tiny pebble harmlessly striking Mount Rushmore. “When I tell you to stop fucking me, I fucking mean it!”

We’re all hysterically laughing now. I am simply having the fucking greatest time with these guys. It’s like they can do nothing wrong.

Bobby takes this opportunity to open the next chapter of tonight’s events by reaching over to the nearest pie cart and grabbing a chocolate cream pie.

“Splat” against my face, and I’m blinded again. Here I am, standing in the messiest pile of shit imaginable climbing half-way up my calves, dressed only in my completely gunged and saturated bra, garter-belt and stockings, bottomless, and having the time of my life with four hot fucking guys.

I scream, “Food fight!” And the crowd, which I’ve temporarily forgotten exists out there, loudly shouts its approval once again.

And let the fun continue!

[KayleeKat]

*shivers*

[sweetnpied]

Part IX

(I'M SO SORRY GUYS! I know it's been a while before I got this next part of my fantasy story up. I can attribute that to two reasons. First, as I've already explained to a few of you, the summer is my busiest time of the year. So I don't have a lot of spare time for fantasy writing. Second, FICTION IS SO MUCH FUCKING HARDER TO WRITE THAN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL MATERIAL! This is my absolutely first time EVER writing fiction. My previous two stories on the Splosh site were about 95% completely true. It was much easier to simply repeat what actually happened to me in writing with the only hard part being to find the words to explain how I felt while it happened.

Okay, enough apologizing. This is the final heterosexual part of my fantasy from the "First Night" of my three nights of my initiation. I've been kind of keeping track of how much attention my stories get, and it seems the traffic slows down when I'm having heterosexual sex in this fantasy story as opposed to when I'm playing with the females. Interesting dynamic there. Well, we go back to all female sex in Part X. So skip this part if you like, or go ahead with Part IX, and enjoy one of my darkest fantasies ever!)

A few moments ago I had just begun my descent back down to normalcy. Wait a minute! This is normalcy? Just because I’m not cumming at this exact moment?

Here I am with four of the hottest guys on the hottest local football team. We’re all standing in a pool of chocolate syrup, five different flavors of cake batter, melted whipped cream, cream pie remnants, and gobs of blackberry jam halfway up our calves, and this is normal. Not if I have any fucking thing to say about it!

I just challenged the boys to a food fight and, shit, I’m looking forward to rolling around in nearly a foot of goo with four studs who are stripped down to the sexiest of undies. But before we begin, Terry opens the next bottle of Cristal which we all share it together. And you know what? Fuck it. Time for me to get totally toasty. If I’m going to be swallowing pint-loads of jism, I’m getting good and sloshed.

Once the champagne is consumed, we all look at each other as if we’re saying, “Okay, who’s going to be the first?” That question doesn’t go unanswered for very long for the answer is ME!

Actually, I’m all for it, because I’m loving being the center of attention as all four guys gang up on me! I’m so glad that, as football players, there’s no way they will ever target each other with wamming under these circumstances. Their homophobic tendencies will totally prevent that. The good news means all four of them are giving their entire attention to me!

They each grab the gooiest pies on the cart, and I am assaulted by all four of them at once. I had located and slipped back on my panties while we were drinking the Cristal, so my ass and pussy are already very slimy from the mess I lifted up into my crotch when I put them back on. And now, my panties are getting filled again, front and back, by two of the pies. A third pie hits me square in the face, and the fourth goes down my bra.

Next thing I know, I’m gang tackled and driven under the thick collection of wam that’s been accumulating in the pool for the last three hours. I’m face-down and almost completely under.

It’s an amazing feeling, being nearly completely submerged. All noise from the crazy crowd and the screaming boys in the pool with me gets heavily muffled. It almost sounds as if everyone’s voices are talking in slow motion.

But, far more importantly, my body feels as if it’s alive. All the tingling sensations from the heavy wam surrounding me, touching me. For all the mess mixed together has given it a half-solid, half-liquid feel. Kind of like creamy mud. I feel ethereal. I am one with my filthy environment, floating in it, being engulfed by it, and it is turning me on.

It only takes a couple of moments before the four of them are playfully tossing me around to each other and into the gooey mess. Their hands are going everywhere on me, and my hands are going everywhere on them. It’s a fucking free-for-all without limits or boundaries. Anything can be touched. Anything can be grabbed.

And as much fun as they’re having sploshing me, and grabbing me, they’re gentlemen enough to allow me to make it at least a somewhat fair fight. They don’t all gang up on me at once, so it’s maybe a one-on-one or a two-on-one battle. But not all four of them at once. Not like Evie and Missy who only want to beat the living shit out me!

I’m grabbing dicks and slapping butts, and they’re sliding fingers up me and rubbing my tits. Before long, the guys have stripped me down to just my stockings and garter belt.

So I choose to get even first with Tommy, whose cotton boxer undies are starting to get kind of dorky looking the more saturated he gets. I pull at his shorts, and he fights back. I’m grabbing his dick and slapping his bare ass every chance I get, and I can feel how turned on he is every time I touch his dick. But finally, with one quick jerk of my hands, I’ve made Tommy the first guy to go nude with me.

Then it’s Jimmy’s turn to take over. These guys are almost tag teaming me and I love it. I think it’s time to have a little more fun with them.

“You fucking pussies!” I scream at them while I free Jimmy’s cock and balls from his tiny spandex whities without pulling it down much further than just below his crotch. Jimmy acts a little shocked and that allows me a couple of moments to escape.

And those are all the moments I need! I quickly crawl over to the nearest pie cart, grab the first two pies I find, and get Terry and Tommy square in the face!

They laugh at me as they clear their eyes, and I join in with them tackling both of them and taking the three of us down together under the foot-deep goo. Just as I go under and lose sight of my surroundings again, I reach for Terry’s thonged cock and am stunned at how hard it is. Oh my god! His ability to flood that organ with blood tells me it can do some serious damage.

At the same time I feel Tommy’s bare rock-hard cock brushing up against my labia sending sparks up and down my entire body. I wonder if I could get away with a little intercourse under the goo and no one would know?

But then I get a first-hand demonstration of just how athletic these guys are. Terry’s reflexes are fucking out of this world as he deftly avoided my second grasp at trying to return him to the mess with me. And is he ever one fast motherfucker, which shows why he’s such an incredible quarterback. Before I have any clue it’s coming, he sandwiches me with two pies to my head.

The five of us are just having a total blast wamming each other at this point. Jimmy’s the only cock I haven’t touched yet, and I am going out of my way to find out what he feels like.

I dip both hands in the blackberry jam and hunt him down. The other three guys back off, and let this be just between the two of us.

We’re both on our knees and simply covered in the filthy mixture of cream and chocolate and multi-flavored cake batter. This makes maneuvering a little more treacherous. And considering how non-stop I’ve had it these last few hours, I’m struggling to move through the muck far more that he is.

Besides, Jimmy’s such a great athlete he could get by me in an eye blink, but he’s playing along, allowing me to corner him one step of the time. And his dick and balls are totally exposed as his formerly low cut spandex briefs are down just below his balls and the bottom of his ass. I’m simply loving it! Hmmmm, the sight of his enormous cock, second only to Bobby’s, has got me seriously creaming myself in anticipation.

I take a diving leap at him, which he could easily sidestep if he wants, but he doesn’t even budge, and I land right in front of his crotch. But because my hands are desperately trying to hold onto all the jam, I wind up going face first into the deep collection of food stuff, which is again simply heavenly.

Shit, this feels amazing, I think to myself, so I stay under for more than just a few seconds. And Jimmy plays right along, by scooping up the surrounding wam and dumping it on top of the back of my head.

I lift my head up and Jimmy just smears everything within his reach over my face and head, and I just move my head along with him appreciatively. With what little vision I have available to me, I can see his completely exposed cock directly in front of me, and look up to give him a very satisfied smile.

I’ve been able to keep a hold onto most of the jam, so I use that to surround his dick with both hands. Jimmy lets out a scream of pleasure which simply drives the little engine inside my cunt to produce even more sweet fluid.

I’m now using the best hand job technique I know, swirling both hands in a huge “circle eight” motion simultaneously. Jimmy is screaming more than moaning, and I can tell from his twitching thighs and bulging undervein filled with semen that he’s not far from coming.

Suddenly, my whole body moves several inches forward so that my chin graces Jimmy’s cock. “What the fuck was that?” I scream back behind me.

Terry lets out a sinister laugh, so I suspect he’s in on this. Somebody is absolutely drilling my cunt with two fingers. This is not an Evie or Missy assaultive drilling. No, this is truly a masterfully dominating, but slightly restrained invasion.

Add to that the fact that my entire cunt is submerged in this sloppy mess while I’m being finger-fucked. That’s it! The time is now for my first wam blow job, and who else to have it with than the hot stud who’s been driving me crazy with his teeny-tiny bikini undies.

I smack my lips loudly so Jimmy knows exactly where I’m heading. My skilled fingers already know he’s just about ready to shoot his cum. The vein under his cock is pulsating something fierce and a huge collection of semen is bulging within it, just a couple of inches from the tip.

I make the decision that as much as I’d like my face to be drenched by this mother-load, I really want to swallow the first male cum of the night. But I’m not going to let Jimmy get off that easily.

I take my tongue and flick it right over the bulging vein under his cock. Jimmy practically jumps up out of his seated position from that.

I immediately go back to stroking him with both hands, so that the anticipation of what I’m going to do next with my tongue and mouth drives him crazy.

But surprise! My mouth’s next move isn’t for his cock! I dive face-down directly under his balls, locate the very sensitive perineum between the base of his balls and anus and give that a couple of flicks of my tongue. Jimmy’s reaction to that worries me that he might hurt himself and be unable to play Sunday as he jumps practically out of his skin.

All right, I can’t tease him anymore. It’s time to relieve that bulging pressure building within him. Besides, from the movement of the jism I can feel trapped in his cock’s undervein waiting to explode out of his tip, I don’t have very long to go.

I swirl my tongue over the top of his mushroom cap, alternating my tongue with a pressurized kiss, sucking air in gently as I pull my mouth off the tip.

Jimmy’s panting pretty hard right now, and I don’t help matters any by flicking my tongue against the ridge under the cap. A little flick here, a little flick there, I feel the jumbo wad of cum crawling up the underside of his dick. This boy’s ready to blow.

I slam my mouth down his massive dick as far as I’m able. And Jimmy lets out a loud moan. He grabs the back of my head and is pretty much just fucking my mouth now. I wrap my lower lip back over my teeth so as not to hurt Jimmy’s dick, but it also forms a bit of a hard ridge that runs over the vein under his cock that stores his bulging wad of cum. Each time my lower lip runs over his pulsing and growing collection of semen, I laugh to myself thinking I’m gliding over his speed bump.

Meanwhile, I’ve now got two sets of hands plowing both my holes while they’re completely submerged in gunk. And the sticky feeling that’s coating my insides is simply driving me crazy. It makes me feel so fucking dirty and so fucking violated. But the clinging crud inside both my sex holes is creating its own continuing sensation merely by the presence of the goo inside me. I’m thinking that my next orgasm may be one very interesting cum with all that gunk swirling around inside me.

But right now I’m trying to turn all my focus on Jimmy’s hot rod. He’s moved his hands from the back of my head to the floor of the kiddy pool. He’s lifting his hips up rapidly to drive his cock as deep in my mouth as I can handle. Gotta love what great athletes can accomplish sexually!

I can tell he’s ready. He pumps really fast, then freezes because it’s too sensitive for him to move so it becomes my turn to do all the work with my mouth going up and down on him. Then he’s ready to go at it again and I make my mouth less active, more frozen.

There’s no stopping Jimmy now! My right hand is pumping the portion of his dick I can’t force into my mouth and extend it up his shaft as I slide my mouth up closer to his tip.

And then my hand tells me it’s time. I can feel the wad of jism moving more quickly up the underside of his long shaft. It’s ready to shoot deep into my mouth.

His body stiffens as he starts his cum. His moaning begins turning into sporatic and violent screaming. The first spasm of orgasm hits and shoots a thick glob of cum down my throat, nearly choking me. The next spasm and the next. My mouth is practically full of his sticky sweetness already and I know from squeezing his dick there’s still more cumming.

Jimmy puts his right hand behind my head and forces himself as deep as he can. Thank god I don’t have a gag reflex!

His next deposit shoots straight down my throat. But there’s no hope of holding every single drop anymore, and some of his thick white fluid begins leaking out my lips, sliding down my chin and joining the rest of the creamy wam stuff.

His cum is beginning to wind down, so he grabs the back of my head even more firmly and drives his cock down me as far as possible. And I hungrily take it all in.

I’m swallowing his huge cum as fast as I can, but there’s only so much I can take in along with his enormous cock ramming my mouth. Amazingly, despite my chin being buried in pudding, cake batter, chocolate syrup and all the other mess, I really do think I feel his cum dripping down my chin.

I’ll say one thing for Jimmy. He certainly gave me the cue when he was finished cumming. He grabs me by the hair and pushes my face back under! Am I that transparent that here I am, having my first wamming experience and I can’t get enough of face submerging?

And before I have a moment to catch my breath, two sets of hands quickly flip me over, and suddenly I have another rock-hard cock penetrating the lips of my mouth. My head is all but completely submerged in the foot-deep goo, with only my mouth and nose exposed to the air, so I have no hope of seeing whose cock I’m sucking. I’m figuring it has to be Tommy who’s making me blow him right now. From the size of the cock I know it’s not Bobby’s but it’s not as thin as I think Terry’s is without the speedo. So I’m guessing by process of elimination that we’re talking Tommy here.

No matter. Whosever it is, he’s fucking my mouth really hard. Driving my head deep down in the muck, and I’m loving it! I can barely keep my nose and mouth above the goo so I can keep breathing, but everything else is submerged.

Oooofff! Someone just landed hard on my stomach and crotch areas. From the person’s weight alone, I’m guessing it has to be Bobby. I can feel his massive pecs stretched across my inner thighs, and it’s working some pretty serious magic on my pussy. Another advantage in our incredible difference in height is that he’s able to reach my tits with his face. With him licking my nipples, rubbing my clit and labia with his rippled chest and his fingers probing my ass and cunt simultaneously, this is one hell of a fucking threesome going on here!

Meanwhile, I’m doing all I can not to get drowned with Tommy’s cock pounding deep down into my mouth every three or four seconds. I grab his ass in an attempt to get him into a better rhythm. One that won’t cause me to have problems breathing. He is very cooperative!

I AM IN FUCKING HEAVEN! Completely buried, other than my nose and mouth, in a pit of thick, sweet substances. Keeping true to our promise to keep my pussy and anus free of penis penetration and avoiding all mouth-to-pussy resuscitation, the guys have figured out that my only hole completely available is my mouth. And they are all putting that to good use.

The feeling of near full submersion while being physically and sexually assaulted by two enormous studs has my cunt quickly approaching its next orgasm. I’m feeling so used and abused as I’m virtually entombed in the thickest, creamiest collection of mess imaginable. It clings to every nerve ending of my skin and slides up and down my body as I’m am being pounded by two wild men.

But wilder than any sensation my sensitive skin outside my body is experiencing, an unbelievably explosive feeling is going on inside both my holes. Coating the entire inner lining of my cunt and anus is a thick layer of the combined mess that's been hanging around in the pool for the last three hours. Every millimeter of tender skin inside both holes is completely saturated and tingling like tiny firecrackers are going off inside of me. This is a very dangerous situation here. One I have never come close to experiencing before.

Meanwhile, Tommy is just raping my mouth in a non-stop rhythm. Bobby’s fingers are enormously out of proportion, as is his cock, proving that old saying that you can judge a guy’s cock by the size of his fingers. Normally I like three fingers in my cunt and two up my bunghole. But Bobby’s digits are so disproportionate to a normal person’s fingers, that I can only handle two up my vagina and one up my anus. One very wam soaked vagina and anus!

And that leaves Bobby with his thumb free to pleasure my clit, which is dutifully attending to right at this moment. HOLY MOTHERFUCKER! Did that first stroke of my little nub send a crispy little shock through my entire body!

Ohhhhhh, and again, another jolt rips through me. My hips are wiggling dramatically now against his body, as best as I can move it against all that weight on top of me.

And all the while, Tommy’s cock continues to pick up speed as it drives itself deep down my throat. I’m blind, deaf, nude and all but the tiniest portion of my skin is in constant contact with a ton of creamy, messy gunk, some of which is being drilled down my mouth, cunt and ass all at once. And because of all of that, it is becoming more and more difficult to restrain my mounting orgasm.

My tongue has been massaging Tommy’s throbbing undervein for several minutes now. It’s exciting to feel his load of cum moving up to the tip. I try to help it along as much as I can. I know it’s all in my head, but what a thrilling thought that I am guiding his semen through his cock with my tongue!

Meanwhile, Bobby is just ravaging my crotch area and bringing me to the verge of my next massive cum. You would think a guy this manly, strong and forceful would have no clue how to tease a woman’s tits other than just driving his face into them. Not Bobby! He is a nipple teasing master! Flicking the underside of my nipples with his expert tongue, then swirling around the nipples and areolas and driving me simply batshit!

At this precise moment, however, it looks like Tommy’s going to get to the finish line before I will. He is furiously pounding the inside of my mouth with his cock. Shit, these guys are in unbelievable condition. He simply never stops!

I can tell Tommy’s really close as I feel his cock begin to spasm against my tongue and roof of my mouth and, for the first time, the pace of his pumping begins to slow. As best I can, in this position, I try to pick up the speed of my head movement to maintain the level of stimulation for him.

And even though only a small portion of Tommy’s body is resting against me, I can feel the inside of his legs stiffen against the sides of my jaw as his orgasm begins. Meanwhile, Bobby, realizing the impending fate of his teammate, intensifies his assault of my hot box with his fingers and my tits with his mouth and tongue, working hard to make us cum as close together as possible. Shit, if he can do this kind of magic on my nipples, what must Bobby’s tongue be like if he could focus it on my clit!

Suddenly, it’s as if an avalanche of cum enters my mouth and throat. My god, has this boy cum in the last week or what? It’s as if he stored it all up for me! Any guys’ cum I’ve ever seen or swallowed before this spurts in bursts, usually with some momentary break between deposits. This is just one fucking flood of jism, and I have completely no chance of keeping it all in my mouth.

And that was the last trigger I needed to explode. Bobby, true to his word, resists the temptation we both share to feel his magical mouth on my pussy. Instead, he just grinds his pecs hard against my swollen button, aided by the swirling motion of his thumb, and that unique method of stimulation is just the wicked stimulus I need to explode.

But with Tommy’s cock still deep in my mouth and my head buried in a foot of goo, I can barely make an audible sound, and whatever sounds I’m making I can’t hear. I’m screaming grunting animal noises against the rock-hard rod in my mouth and those vibrations seem to be driving Tommy even crazier as he picks up the momentum of his cock again.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

Damn, does this boy ever stop cumming! I’m just letting semen flow like lava out of my mouth as fast as it’s leaving Tommy’s tip. I’m also resisting the urge to clench my teeth around him as I go through my cum, because I do tend to grind my teeth together at times during my orgasm when I’m not screaming my lungs out.

“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Finally, the last big jolt of spasm hits me and my mouth simply goes ballistic on Tommy's dick as if I've this is the first cock I've ever longed to suck! This boy is determined to jam my mouth with his meaty sausage until I've drained every drop out of him.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

I don’t know whose cum ends first, but Tommy slides off me and lands on his butt next to me. He leans over and asks if I’m okay, and I return for him the biggest smile and just nod my head because I can barely speak between the assault he made on my mouth and the enormity of my own explosion.

But I could tell Bobby was in no mood to await my recovery. He’s been the one I’ve teased the longest until now, so I know he has to be close. And in a couple of minutes he completely proves my prediction to be true.

I don’t know where he came up with this idea, but within a matter of seconds he has lifted me up out of thick mess, turns me upside down, and is pile-driving me onto his massive organ. How the fuck he can hold on to me when I’m coated in several inches of slimy goo which is now sliding down, or I guess you could say up, my body, must be a testament to his tremendous strength.

And his cock is, by far, the largest and thickest I’ve ever seen. Wait, I can’t see anything right now. All right, felt or sucked. I’m barely able to get a little more than half of it down my throat just because it is too huge and too wide to fit in my tiny mouth. Fortunately, both my hands are free to help massage the rest and reach under and play with his balls.

And the fact that my mouth is being impaled on his massive dick is not the only novel experience I’m facing. Since Bobby is kneeling down, he is able to lower my head partially into the collection of substances in the pool whenever he chooses. And he’s choosing to do it quite a lot. He never lets me slide down lower than covering over my eyes, but my long hair is perpetually submerged in the slimy mess below.

The other novelty is that one or two of the other guys are exploring my pussy and asshole with their fingers which means I’m being fucked, for the first time in my life, upside down! With all the blood in my body rushing to my head, coupled with my rather severe intoxication, this is creating the strangest combination of sensations I’ve ever known.

But I can tell almost instantly that I would not be having to continue in this position for very long. Bobby has been the boy in the longest and most extensive contact with me this evening so far, so he is already well on his way to blowing his load. And if I’ve thought the first two guys’ quantities of cum were extraordinary, I’d be contacting the Guiness Book of Records if I had the chance. For the collection of cum building in this boy’s undervein feels as if he’s about to deliver a baby, his bulge is so huge!

And it’s moving down, or up rather, his cock in an awful hurry! I hate to have to do this but I know there’s simply no way I can handle all that in my mouth.

I slide Bobby’s cock downward and forward a bit, so I’m now only mouthing his tip. I let my hands do the rest of the dirty work, occasionally grabbing some of the creamy chocolate liquidy-solid combo below to help lubricate my stokes.

This seems to work for Bobby as his jism shoots out like a fire hose at full stream. I can’t believe the power of his ejaculation! I’m barely mouthing the edge of his tip with my mouth while pumping him furiously with both hands, which barely wrap around his enormous trunk of a cock. And it takes both of my hands to hold it in one place as he’s just shooting his cum like a water gun pointed at the clown’s mouth at a seaside arcade game.

I’m only capable of taking a small percentage of what’s coming out of his cock in my mouth. Most of it is just drenching my face and peeling away some of the inches of wam affixed to my face. Bobby is a frozen statute, he is so locked into his orgasm. I can feel his massive arms squeezing my body pretty hard. Thank god for my dancer’s training because my core muscles are developed well enough to withstand it, as long as he doesn’t go any crazier on me and crush me like a toothpick!

When he’s done completely emptying his load on my face and in my mouth, he slowly releases his grip, and showing the utmost control for what I believe he’s just been though, allows me to gently return, face up, into the foot-deep sludge.

“Terry,” I scream despite being nearly entombed in wam. “Your turn, sweetie. I’ve saved you for last.”

And dutifully he appears above me. “Lift me up to my knees. I want to suck at least one of you in a reasonably traditional manner.” I say that knowing full well there is nothing about this portion of my initiation that’s in any way, shape or form, “traditional.”

I’m now have his wam drenched thong bikini literally in my face. His cock is so hard it seems ready to split his undies at the seam. I decide to alleviate the problem by just yanking them down with both hands, but only after I’ve slipped the elastic top edge carefully over the tip of his dick so as not to hurt him.

And now the fun really begins, because the boys haven’t been using much of the remaining items of wamming implements for our session so far. There are still a good dozen pitchers and cans of thick goo, several remaining pies and chocolate syrup bottles, and still a decent amount of blackberry jam in the garbage can, all of which to be poured over me while I suck Terry’s delicious cock!

And that’s exactly what Bobby, Tommy and Jimmy have in mind. Here I am pumping Terry long, slender prick with my mouth and hands, while I am being literally assaulted in food stuff.

First, a couple of the cream pies are splattered on my ass and cunt. And rather than just let the crud slide off my body, the boys aggressively rub it into my cracks and into my holes. I am being literally manhandled while I’m furiously working on Terry's beautiful organ!

Then comes my favorite part! Slowly but consistently, thick globby substances start getting poured over my head, completely covering my hair and face. I get to work a lot of the goo onto Terry’s cock as it slides off my face, so we are both benefitting mightily.

I can tell the filthiness of my blowing him while we are both getting covered is bringing his cum to a head in an awful hurry. So much so, that I can tell the boys won’t even finish getting half of the remaining wam stuff on me before it’s time for Terry to shoot his load.

But that’s fine with me, because I’m dying to try to swallow him whole while he unloads his semen down my throat. And he really is close. Once again, I can feel that little army of sperm moving up his shaft along the underside vein, getting ever so close to the escape hole.

His cock is such the perfect size for my mouth that I’m able to get down pretty close to the base which is having a wonderful effect on him. Terry starts moaning loudly and breathing quickly, signaling me he’s ready.

His undervein, unlike the other three boys, seems to be carrying a far more normal quantity of cum getting ready to spurt into my willing mouth. I’m betting this boy gets more pussy than he can possibly handle which is a good reason why he’s down a pint or two of cum. I know all too well that the more a fella cums, the less there is to shoot out the next time around.

But Terry’s showing that it isn’t the size of the cum in the man that matters. Oh my god! This boy has the hardest cock I’ve ever known. I must find a way sometime soon to find out what it feels like to have him pumping my cunt good and hard with it!

Terry puts both his hands on my head now as his teammates continue to pour a thick brownie batter over me. Something about that mud-colored sludge seems to set his rockets on fire. Grabbing the back of my head, he begins fucking my mouth for all it’s worth, and I simply love the way he’s raping my mouth.

His moans are getting louder and more fervent with each stroke. I start touching myself as I’m ready to begin my ascent to another cum.

But Terry is way too far ahead of me. His body goes as stiff as a cadaver’s. He’s screaming at me how great a cocksucker I am, which makes me work even harder. Fuck my cunt at this point! This boy needs both my hands on him now!

I take my fingernails and ever so slightly scrape at the thin layer of mess coating at the farthest back of his balls, nearest the perineum, and that’s what does it for Terry. Mmmmmm, his cum is the tastiest and easiest for me to handle, and I drink it fully.

His body convulses as he cums just like my body does when I orgasm. As much as I want to find out what it’s like to feel a cock as huge as Bobby splitting my labia wide open, I also know that Terry will be one hell of a great fuck, too. We seem very sympatico.

My, oh my! What a great time I’ve had with these boys so far! And the crowd, whom I’ve completely ignored since I and the boys started wamming, raucously voice its approval of everything it just saw.

I scream out to Craig for the time, and he says “twenty to twelve.” I look at the boys and ask them, how far away is your dorm? Terry says, “Ten minutes. Five if we can run the lights.”

Immediately, three of the bouncers announce they’re willing to jump into their unmarked cars with emergency lights blaring to give these boys a clear ride home. With that, I announce, "If you guys can make yourselves come in under fifteen minutes, I’d love to help jerk and suck you all to a second orgasm on my face and in my mouth."

Not that they really require a lot of coaxing. Tommy and Jimmy were already well along the way because I had caught them stroking themselves out of the corner of my eye for some time, and I suspect Bobby’s not the kind that needs much recovery time.

And sure enough, all three of them circle around me, jerking off in front of my face. Meanwhile, Terry uses the opportunity until his cock returns from half-mast to finish dumping the remainder of the chocolate syrup, pitchers of gooey cake batter, and handfuls of blackberry jam over my head.

In the interest of getting Terry up to speed as quickly as possible, I keep reaching out to grab his cock each time he’s within arm’s reach. I can see the combination of my firm and skillful hand strokes, and the wam coating my hand, is regenerating his hard-on in very short order. Soon, he is back to his incredibly steel-like stiffness, and begins jerking off in rhythm with his teammates.

I feel like a porn slut in all those naughty videos my boyfriends used to have me watch with them over the years. Surrounded by four horny guys jerking themselves off as I help with blowing them, going one cock to the next.

And while I keep my left hand free to help them, my right hand is buried, along with my cunt, in the think creamy goo beneath me. My ass is also half-buried as I sit on my knees. The decadence of all this, with a club full of enthusiastic voyeurs, is rapidly recharging my own batteries.

First to explode on my face is Tommy. I open my mouth to catch what I can, but he is so enthusiastically pumping his dick that his cum is spraying all over me.

I’ve been told that a man’s second cum in a short time period after the first is infinitely more pleasurable than the first, even if the second orgasm doesn’t last as long. Something about the already hyper-sensitivity to the cock from the earlier cum of only a few minutes ago. And Tommy seems to be proving every part of that urban legend to be true. If he weren’t in such tremendous shape, I’d think he’s going through a heart attack the way he’s screaming and the way his entire body is spasming along with his orgasm.

Jimmy is the next to erupt. And this time he matches nearly the mother-load of his first cum as he skillfully deposits the majority of it in my mouth, with some slight spraying and spurting catching me across the nose and eyes. I allow the jism to well up in my mouth, and like the best of cum swallowing porn stars, I let all the boys see how well I’ve kept the cum floating around in my mouth until, with one huge gulp, I swallow it whole and show them my empty mouth as proof of my accomplishment.

Then goes Bobby, and man, can this boy cum. I realize he’s a behemoth of a guy, but can anyone really store that much semen in one person? I think his second release is at least as much as his first. Is that even humanly possible?

And finally, I get one last time to give Terry my undivided attention. Motherfucker! How that boy can return to granite-like hardness in virtually no time at all! All that sports training must serves so many purposes!

I figure I really didn’t spend enough time sucking his dick the first go around, so what the fuck, he’s the last one left, and I might as well dive all the way down to his base one more time. And is Terry one appreciative stud for that!

I use my left hand to stroke the underside of his balls and my right hand to softly rub his washboard abs. I want to feel how those muscles contract and expand when he cums!

And it didn’t take very long to find out! Terry lets out the most animal of yells as he releases a nice warm spray deep down my throat. And holy shit, how those abs become stretched and sinewy as his entire body tenses at his second cum in about ten minutes! Fuck, I don’t even need another orgasm with these boys. I’m just ecstatic that I could produce eight incredible cums out of them within about fifty minutes.

The boys have just enough time to dump a bucket of water over each of them to clear off most of the wam and throw on their outer clothes. I guess their underwear is their gift to me, buried somewhere in the foot-deep mess all around me in the wading pool.

Each one leans over to give me a very enjoyable throaty kiss, before I yell at them to get the fuck back to their dorm before they break curfew! The leave the club to the loudest ovation of the night so far, with tons of requests to kick their opponents asses on Sunday!

I, meanwhile, have only enough energy left to collapse, face-first, back down into the creamy glop floating around in the pool. It is a dunking of tremendous satisfaction as I have just had one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my young life.

Unfortunately, my time to revel in the memory of all that just transpired is extremely short-lived. For a scream that seems to arise from the deepest depths of hell can be heard all the way from the opposite side of the club.

At first, whatever the sound is meant to represent is completely lost between the still buzzing noises of the crowd and the nearly dog-only audible pitch of that shrillest of screams I have ever heard coming from whomever is making that god-awful sound. Within a few moments, however, I finally realize what is being said and, more unfortunately, who the fuck is saying it.

“Chhrriiiiiiiisstttiiiiiiinnaaaaaaa!” How the fuck can anyone say that so loudly with the pitch continually going up with every syllable? It can only be one person. Evie!

Shit, I think I'm really fucked now!

[KayleeKat]

hon, it was well worth the wait

[Scud01us]

cant wait for the next part!

[sweetnpied]

Love the encouragement, Scud & Kaylee! Thanks!

[Simon_Saint_Templar]

Christina, awesome story. I can't wait to read the rest of the 1st night, let alone the final 2!

[sweetnpied]

Thanks "the Saint!" The plot's all written out in my head. Just finding the time to continue writing is VERY tough for me in the summer. Too many responsibilities! Hopefully I can get back to it soon. I think there are two parts left to the first night. Then we move on.

[KayleeKat]

I cant wait for your summer to slow down and you can finish your story. *hugs* miss ya.