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“Anh! Fuck…” I nibbled my lip as Tyler pushed into my pussy, using cum from a dozen other guys as lube. My first fuck ever, and it was already like a whole sports team had finished inside me. The sensation, and the fact that it was Tyler sliding his cock into me, made my legs tremble and my fingers grip the white table cloth beneath them.
I felt him pull back slightly, then push in further, until his hips pressed against my ass cheeks, and I let out a soft, disbelieving groan. When he pulled back again, he rammed into me, and my tits jumped against my chest, throwing dangling strings of cum across the tabletop.
“Ohmygod– FUCK,” my whole dark, slimy face furrowed with pleasure and discomfort as my old friend started pounding my pussy against the rickety, round table. He wrapped his fingers around my hips and reveled in the music of my full, brown tits clapping together from the force of his body bucking against mine. My mind was melting, heat slithering up from my snatch into my belly and down into my knees as they trembled beneath me.
“Get ‘er up there proper, boy,” a voice I didn’t recognize rose above the music and sounds of smacking flesh, and I felt a pair of rough hands grab me under the arms. I rolled awkwardly onto my left side atop the table, Tyler’s cock briefly dislodged as the stranger wrangled me into position on the edge of the white cloth. I shifted and shimmied, not knowing what he wanted, until my head was near one rounded edge of the hard piece of furniture, and my legs folded onto each other with my ass presented near another edge.
“There y’go,” the rural twang crooned, and I felt Tyler enter me again. I gasped, and reached my hands down to feel him, but only one hand made it to the thin fabric of his shirt. The other was intercepted and pulled to a long, curved cock, forcing me to twist my torso a bit so that I was flatter on my güvenilir bahis back and my tits rolled like plump, round waterbeds on my chest. Some jostling near my head produced a leaky mushroom that pressed through my lips, and another hand found the back of my head.
By that point there weren’t many parts of me that didn’t have some quantity of cum on them, and the more squeamish guys were content to just stroke and shoot from a safe distance. I couldn’t complain — if their latent homophobia meant fewer dicks forcing themselves into me, so be it. Somebody grunted and drizzled cum down my rippling ass cheeks like warmed honey, and I imagined they must have been standing right up against Tyler to manage that.
From any other perspective, the remaining guests could see that the participants in my little cum orgy had formed a semi-circle around the table I’d been hauled onto, and were vying for position like seals on a beach, trying not to blow their wads without being able to reach me. The mushroom in my mouth sprung a salty leak, pulling out to stroke the rest of the load onto my forehead and into my hair, before it was quickly replaced by another cock.
“Can I… try too?” Hatham’s wheezy request somewhere near my legs caused Tyler to slow down. I couldn’t believe he was still there — I assumed he’d finished and gone home already to relive the fantasy for the rest of his dull, sexless life.
“Uh… Yeah, okay,” Ty sounded put off by the request, but I felt his throbbing hardness withdraw from me, and a little groan of disappointment escaped my sloppy lips. Hatham stepped forward, sliding his thin little rod into the hollowed out cavern of my snatch, and it seemed even he realized he wouldn’t be able to do much there. So he pulled out again, and I was relieved until I felt him pressing against the next hole in the queue.
“Mm-ahh! Wait!” I cried, scrambling güvenilir bahis siteleri to push him back with one arm as the cock in my mouth withdrew to coax more batter over my eyebrows and nose. But I didn’t have the strength or the leverage to repel Hatham’s hefty form, and I seized up like I’d been zapped by a tazer as his stiffness crowded painfully into my tight, virgin pucker. “Ff–sssss…” I hissed, as he started to hump, cum and pussy juice only helping slightly to lubricate the orifice I’d never thought anyone would enter.
I felt his chubby hands reach up and squeeze the soft, slimy pillows hanging from my chest, and then a stray splatter of cum hit my ribcage and hip. Hatham pumped and wheezed while somebody rubbed a cock on my foot, and two more commandeered my hand and mouth. The light of a cell phone camera recording video momentarily illuminated my eyelids before continuing down the rest of my body, and I heard a couple of classmates guffawing about what a slut I was.
When Hatham’s ultimate fantasy finally got the best of him I heard him whimper pitifully as his strokes slowed, and then I felt a hot trickle chase his departure from my asshole and slip down my bottom cheek. The burning sensation inside remained, but I nearly forgot it as I felt Tyler re-enter my slit and lean over me.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “I’m back.” A chill ran up my body, and I reached for him again, winding his shirt in my fingers and pulling him into me as he continued fucking. No one else asked him for a turn, whether he’d made it clear he wouldn’t be so generous again, or the others just liked the way I looked while I was enjoying a good fuck. Instead I felt a dozen or so more gooey splats of varying size flop over my neck, my shoulders, my chest, and my legs, until it seemed to be just Tyler and I left.
The music was still playing, and I could feel iddaa siteleri the warmth of the sun fading as it dipped below the houses beyond the back fence. I groped my soggy tits, which must have looked like candied caramel apples, or brown-sugar Cinnabons, pinching my nipples and groaning as my entire body rocked on the creaky tabletop. Tyler lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders, tugging me to the table’s edge and pounding me hard. The wet flapping of his hips against my glazed ass cheeks sent stray cum splattering to either side of our bodies, but there didn’t seem to be anyone left to complain.
“Fuck… Fuck… Ness….” Ty gritted his teeth and slammed himself so far into me it felt like he might’ve bruised my cervix, then plastered my womb with 8 or 9 hard, heavy spurts of cum that trickled out around his shaft and ran down his balls. I shook like a demon-possessed ancient priestess while a world-shattering orgasm tore through my body. And the sounds I made were like a cat yowling in tongues, while fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
When he was done cumming, Ty leaned back steadily until his softening member dropped out of me, and a seedy gush dribbled along my ass crack into a pearly puddle on the tablecloth. He looked me over, plastered to the flat surface by layers of streaky goo like some kind of arousing, exhausted sea creature. Then he stepped around beside me.
“I’ll um, I’ll call you — tomorrow then? If you want to…” He was catching his breath from the effort, and the orgasm, looking down at my near-unrecognizable face.
“Y-yeah… That would be great…” I had to swallow some of the cum collected at the back of mouth before I could continue. “It was… It was good to see you,” I said, even though I hadn’t actually seen him once since the ‘festivities’ actually started.
He took my hand and squeezed it once, then left. I presume to collect his parents and head back to whatever hotel they were staying in. And I lay there, sore, soaked, and unable to move for what felt like an eternity, until Esme came to help me up, and lead me into the house for a long, long shower.
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