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Subject: {ASSM} Cum Drunk (MMMMMF, etc.)
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Title         : Cum Drunk

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : MMMMMF, etc.

Date        : 20151119

Mail         : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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Synopsis :

     A girl is tricked by a frat house into performing oral sex on all its
members.

Disclaimer :

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work
of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental and
would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve explicit
descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under law as
"Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't. If it offends you, it
was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't exist. Sue the internet
instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if you don't like crap like
this. These are just words, people. Just words.

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. I don't know shit about
fraternities, I never even went to college. Not a day. But the flagpole
thing happened, I know the guy. And I wrote this in like fifteen minutes,
so tell me if you find any major mistakes. Anyway, don't bitch at me if you
don't like it. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in this
group.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.


                              --==+==--


Holly Harmes enjoyed college, but mostly she liked living on her own. She
was ready, after eighteen years on being a kid, to be master of her own
destiny. Almost immediately, she began to try and find ways she could make
the best of her new-found freedom.

Holly lived in the dorms, in a pair of rooms with three other girls. The
girls all got along fairly well, and life was enjoyable except for those
occasional times when their periods synced. As far as boys, Holly played
the field a little bit at first, and burned through a string of hunky young
guys, but she didn't feel the need to tie herself down right away.

One night Shasta, a girl that roomed with her, told her about a frat party
off campus. "There'll be booze, and guys, and loud music, and guys, and
lots of booze. Did I mention guys?"

Holly rolled her eyes, but she was interested. She knew that most frat boys
were fairly rich, even though a high percentage of them were also assholes.
Well, she could live with that, if it meant being treated like a queen for
a night. She also knew that frat guys usually expected their girls to put
out, and... she could live with that, too. She was really to play around.
She wasn't a virgin, by any stretch, but she felt like it was time to widen
her horizons a bit. And maybe widen something else, if she could find Mr.
Right. Mr. hung-like-a-horse Right. Her list of requirements was actually
pretty short.

She got the details from Shasta, and later talked to Adrianna, her best
friend and roomie. They decided to just casually show up Friday evening,
like they were invited, and let what would happen happen. Surely the guys
wouldn't kick them out, they were both fairly foxy, they thought at the
same time, looking at themselves objectively. Surely they would be allowed
to enter. Allowed, hell, they'd probably be dragged inside. Holly thought
of some things she could wear to speed the process along.


                              --==+==--


By Friday evening, Adrianna was a little more reticent. Holly pooh-pooh
her, laughing. "What's the worst that could happen?" she asked her friend.

"I dunno..." said Adrianna. "I've heard some crazy shit that's happened at
frat houses before. So have you."

"Yeah, yeah," said Holly, still laughing. "That shit only happens at the
big schools. We only make the news here for stupid shit, like people
sliding down flagpoles and ripping their asshole out."

Last year a guy had done that, he had gotten hung up on a cleat while
hanging a flag from an opposing school on the flagpole. It was the biggest
news in years, and he didn't get much sympathy because of the school he was
from. Too bad for him, especially since he'd be wearing diapers for the
rest of his life. Holly laughed some more.

"Come on, it'll be fun... I promise..."

"Shit, Holly... I think I'll go home this weekend anyway..."

Holly shook her head. What a spoil-sport. Well, what the hell. She'd see if
Shasta wanted to go. She looked the other girl up.

"I dunno..." said Shasta, "I've heard crazy mad shit goes on at frat
houses."

"Goddam it," said Holly, peeved. "Who's startin' all these fuckin' rumors?
How bad could it be?"

"Well, okay," said Shasta, "I'll go, but if the guys start disrespectin'
me, I am fuckin' outa there."

Holly laughed. She wasn't going for respect, she was going for fun. Maybe a
little booze, and maybe a little fuckin'. The way she'd felt the last few
nights... the fucking was almost a sure thing. Surely she could find one
studly man among the boys.


                              --==+==--


That night she finally finished her homework, and looked over at Adrianna's
bed. The other girl had gone to bed an hour ago, lucky bitch. Holly went
down the hall to the john and peed and brushed her teeth, then returned to
their room. She dropped her jeans, kicked her socks off, pulled her t-shirt
over her head, and was unsnapping her bra when she heard Adrianna whisper.

"Looook... I am yuh fath-uh..."

Holly laughed, and shook her head. Why she'd ever told the girl she'd liked
those movies as a kid was beyond her. They did this almost every night now.
She leaned down, and put her face in Adrianna's.

"Only a master of eve-ill, Darth," she said, and kissed Adrianna on the
lips.

"Mmm..." said the other girl. They kissed again, slower.

"Darlin'," Holly finally said, laying down on top of Adrianna. Damn, these
beds are narrow, she thought for the thousandth time. It was cool enough in
the room by now she had chill bumps. Everything stopped for a minute while
Adrianna helped her crawl under the sheet and blanket.

"Holly..." Adrianna said, before she could start again.

"What... mmm..." said Holly, pressing her lips to the other girls mouth yet
again.

"I thought... we'd decided... to slow down..." said Adrianna, stopping a
few times for more kisses.

"We decided to slow down, yes. But we didn't decide to stop," said Holly.

"I thought we decided only on the weekend..." said Adrianna, her breath hot
in Holly's face.

"Yeah, yeah, well it's Thursday, that's fuckin' close enough," said Holly,
taking the other girl's earlobe in her teeth.

"Ouch. Okay. But not all night, please? I gotta have my sleep, I almost
fell asleep in Durham's class again."

"Sorry 'bout last night," Holly apologized. "I know, I get carried away
sometimes."

"Baby..." whispered Adrianna, "I'm not complaining. I love this shit, and I
love you."

"Oh, darlin', I love you too..." whispered Holly back. "If you just had a
cock, we'd be the perfect couple..."

"You picky little bitch..." whispered Adrianna, licking the inside of
Holly's ear. Holly purred like a kitten. So what if the party sucked. This
was almost as fun as getting her cunt filled with man-meat. She knew what
was going to happen in the next few minutes. Adrianna was going to slide
down her stomach and do what she did best. The girl was the best cunt
licker in the school, bar none. Holly knew once she got her started she'd
go for hours. This was as much fun as any old dumb party. And guys? Fuck
guys. She didn't need guys, not as long as Adrianna still had a tongue. She
smashed her mouth against her roommate's, and tasted the other girl's spit
in her mouth.


                              --==+==--


Holly didn't have any classes on Friday, so she just sat around the
apartment and waited for evening. Shasta showed up, and a little after six
they dressed. Holly wore a tight, almost blindingly white miniskirt that
barely covered her pussy. She hadn't had the nerve to wear it out in public
yet, and she almost covered it with her jacket at the last minute. Shasta,
a little more conservatively dressed, giggled at her.

"Fuck it," said Holly, tossing her jacket on the bed. It was brisk enough
outside she knew her nipples would pop through the top. She felt like there
was no way they'd get turned down at the door. She'd shaved her legs this
morning, and, on impulse, shaved her pussy for the first time in a year or
two. She felt all nice and smooth down there, and she had topped it off
with a tiny white thong. She felt like she was ready have the affair of her
life. She knew once she sat down and crossed her legs, any guy in the place
would be hers. And with that thong, she'd had to cross them. It was almost
literally dental floss.

The girls walked down the sidewalk and out of the dorm complex. They looked
at each other and giggled when they heard tires screeching on the road next
to them. A car went by slowly and guys hung out the window and hooted at
them. The apes, thought Holly. What a bunch of classless thugs. She was
ready to meet a real gentleman, tonight. One that knew how to treat a lady.

They approached frat row at last. Holly had a chill, feeling the breeze
blow on places that were usually sheltered. She suppressed a shiver,
knowing it wouldn't look sexy. They finally came up the sidewalk, and stood
at the door of Kappa Omega Kappa. A few flowerpots filled with pathetic
dead plants sat on the windowsill. The place needed a paintjob, bad. And
what was that smell? The building looked deserted, on top of everything.
There's a party here? wondered Holly. Fearlessly she pressed the doorbell.

The wind blew under her skirt again, making her shiver. Damn, where the
fuck are they? she wondered.

At last the door slowly creaked open. A kid stood there, literally, a kid.
Is this somebody's little brother? Holly wondered.

"Hi," she said, in her best Southern-girl accent. "Has the party started?"

"Party?" the kid said. Holly looked down and saw him holding a beer. Where
there's beer, surely there's a party, she thought.

"Yeah," she said. "Thuh party."

"Uh..." the kid said. He looked up and down her, stopping for a noticeable
pause at the hem of her skirt. He was no dummy. He knew what was hidden by
less than an inch of cloth.

"It's just starting," said an authoritative voice behind him. The kid stood
back, and they entered.

In spite of the freezing wind blowing up their asses, Holly and Shasta
walked slowly into the main living room of the frat house. Seven or eight
guys laid around on couches and chairs, staring at them. The room was a
pit, totally trashed. Old milk cartons and TV dinner trays littered the
floor. And that smell. She heard Shasta clear her throat behind her.

"Well, good evening, ladies," said a boy, coming forward. Boy? This was a
man, finally. Tall, lanky and handsome... this is more like it, thought
Holly. A few more of these would be nice. She looked around.

Well, maybe he's the pick of the litter. Surely there were more men around.
It was just boys in the room, at the moment. She could hear music playing,
coming from a hallway. Is that where the party was?

"We just heard there was a party goin' on here," she explained to the cute
guy. He reached for her hand, and she gave it to him. He leaned down and
kissed it, like she was a high class lady or something. She giggled.

"I am truly charmed," he said. "My name is Ralph."

"I'm Holly," she said, and motioned to the girl behind her. Then she looked
again, doing a double take, seeing the door close on Shasta's butt. You
bitch! she had time to think. You fuckin' bitch! Runnin' out on me!

"I'm sorry your friend... had to leave in such a rush," said Ralph, in his
smooth baritone. The guy talked like he was in a play or something. He'd
said charmed earlier, but she was the one charmed, now.

"Please," he said, "have a seat!"

He swept an crumpled assortment of porno mags into the floor, and helped
her sit in a chair. She smiled at him. She was vaguely aware of the nine or
ten other guys in the room staring at her like they'd never seen a girl
before. She wondered when the last time a female had entered this room. Not
even the maid had been here in a while, it looked like.

"The party hasn't actually begun yet," said Ralph. "We are waiting on the
refreshments to arrive. Would you like to come to my room and view my
etchings?"

In spite of liking him, she almost snorted at that one. She wondered if it
was a joke. What a prehistoric pickup line. She looked at Ralph. He was a
hunk. Yeah, she thought. Fuck the etchings. I'd like to see your room. I
might even like to stare at your ceiling for a while.

"Certainly," she said.

"Oh, I am an inhospitable host," he said, dramatically placing his hand on
his forehead. "May I offer you a refreshment?"

"Uhm," she said. "Got a beer?"

"Oh, that we have. Most certainly," he said, and nodded at one of the guys
behind him. The kid that had answered the door stepped forward, and Ralph
whispered to him. The kid took off down the hallway.

He returned with a can, and Ralph thoughtfully popped the top for her. She
smiled at him and gave him a small toast, and then took a sip.

Holly, though a fairly typical and normal young adult, did have an almost
amazing amount of self control. It was tested to the limit on that day, as
she drew a swig of bitter pig piss into her mouth. It was all she could do
to keep from spraying it all over Ralph the mouth, but she didn't. She
swallowed, and gasped. The look of adulation in Ralph's eyes turned to
admiration. He knew how bad the cheap shit was. This is one tough little
bitch, he told himself. This one might be a challenge.

Holly placed the can on an end table, making a silent vow to let it stand
there for all eternity. She would not touch it again. Ralph put his hand
down to her, and she took it and rose. He led her from the living area down
the hallway to a small bedroom. On his exit from the room he had given some
hasty and whispered instructions the the door kid to "let the party begin",
unquote. The kid had nodded, and raced away.

Holly was no dummy. She knew by now there was no party here. She was
already planning her graceful exit, possibly after giving Ralph her cell
number. But she followed him to his room, and stood gazing about her in
surprise as he shut the door.

The guy wasn't lying. He had etching, he had fucking etching hanging on his
wall. Well, artwork, pictures, whatever. And goodness, she thought. Those
people are... they are fucking.

She looked at the other wall. All his so-called "etchings" were erotic in
nature. Some of them looked very old, or rather the people in them looked
old. And that man... goodness... that man had an enormous... she remembered
some of the prehistoric porn she'd had to read in a literature class... the
man had an enormous "member." She smiled to herself.

"Ralph..." she said. His eyebrows raised when she spoke his name. "Ralph...
you have very interesting tastes..."

He laughed. "I have many interests..." he said. "Making beautiful young
ladies laugh and smile is foremost among them. Holly, dearest... I keep the
good stuff in my room. Forget that horse piss... here... try this!"

He opened a bottle with a corkscrew, and it popped like a gunshot, making
her jump. He smiled and she giggled. He produced two wineglasses, and
poured an inch into each of them. He handed her a glass, and then swirled
his around and sniffed it.

"A delicate bouquet..." he said. "Reminds me of... Paris... the spring
before the war... my grandfather sat on the veranda of a small restaurant,
and sang about love to a girl that was much like you. Her name was Miranda.
My family often laughs about Grandpa and Miranda on the veranda."

She smiled, though his story was horrible, and the wine was almost as nasty
tasting as the beer. This is culture, bitch, she told herself. Get that
shit down, and like it. She took another sip, willing her nose to stop
tingling. Do not sneeze on this man, she told herself.

Ralph blabbed on. She wondered if he'd read this shit somewhere, or if he
was making it up as he went along. The guy had a career if he wanted it,
she thought. She wasn't sure if it was seductable quality material, but he
did say funny things every now and then, although sometimes he probably
didn't intend on them being so funny. She just smiled and nodded.

He seated her on his bed, and sat beside her holding her hand in his paw.
He asked her about what she was studying, and where she had grown up, and
what were her goals in life?

"Goals?" she said blankly. She didn't actually have goals, yet. Just to get
through the next twenty minutes looked like a tough one.

"Yes, your dreams, your hopes and aspirations," he said grandly. He
suddenly dropped to his knees before her, still squeezing her hands in hers.

"My single dream," he said, "is nothing more than to spend an hour between
your wonderful thighs."

Goodness, he doesn't waste time, she thought. To the point.

"Ralph," she said, shaking her head. "I like you. You are sweet, and funny.
But I don't know you that well. Not for something like that."

"Oh, we must change that," he said. "We must make that happen. You must
know me, and I you."


                              --==+==--


An hour later she felt like she knew him pretty well. Possibly even better
than necessary. They had sat and talked and sipped wine, and she felt
herself relaxing and getting looser. The room was nice and warm, and other
than occasional risque comments, he was almost a gentleman.

Ralph had risen from the floor, and sat beside her, so close their knees
touched. His hand, occasionally touched her, too. She didn't mind that
much. She was warming up to him, just like he'd intended.

"Holly, my dearest," he whispered, and placed his mouth to her ear when she
bent down. "I want to rub you down with baby oil. I want to massage you,
and make you feel good. I want to feel you beneath my fingers. May I,
darling?"

"Ralph... I dunno..." that did sound kinda like fun. She liked to be
rubbed. And he looked like he had big strong hands. He stood.

"Just sit up slightly," he said, taking the hem of her miniskirt in his
hand. She did, wondering why she was following his orders so meekly. Was it
just because he was handsome and, so far, fairly thoughtful and polite? He
carefully drew her dress over her head. She sat, almost naked, except for a
small bra and that tiny thong. Almost as an afterthought she covered her
crotch with her hand.

He reached his hands around her, and she felt his fingers on her bra strap.
"May I?" he said, although he'd already done it, when he asked. He slid her
bra down her arms.

"Oh, you are divine," he said, and she felt like he really meant it, it
wasn't just sweet talk this time. She knew she had nice tits, enough guys
had told her in the past. Adrianna had even told her, just last night.

"Ralph..." she said shyly. "Please lock the door."

"The door is fine," he said in his hypnotic drone. He kept talking, but she
didn't really hear what he said. She took another sip of wine. The shit
didn't taste that bad, now. She gulped down the rest of it, and he refilled
her wineglass. She felt his tentative touch on her nipple. He was easy and
gentle, and it felt good. She liked having her tits played with. And fuck,
were her nipples ever hard. Her nipples usually stayed hard, but this time
it was special.

"Where's that rackbub... backrub..." she finally said. Her tongue wasn't
working right, for some reason.

"Just lay down on your stomach, darlin'," smooth-talking Ralph said. She
lay down on his bed and sighed. She felt good. Tired, but good. She closed
her eyes, and felt his hard, strong hands knead her shoulders. She flinched
as something cold dropped on her back, and then she giggled. Baby oil. He
rubbed it in, over and over, up and down her back. His hands were as
hypnotic as his voice. She yawned, and wondered what Adrianna was doing
right about now. Will I get my midnight kiss here or there? she thought to
herself.

"Holly, baby..." she heard Ralph say. She mumbled something. His hands went
lower and lower, down her back, and she flinched as he squeezed her ass.
She flinched, but it felt good. She sighed and mumbled. He squeezed harder,
digging his fingers into her bare ass. She felt him spread her butt cheeks
apart, and she knew he was looking at her butthole. She giggled, instead of
being upset.

This went on for quite some time. It was relaxing, and felt good. It felt
good to have her ass massaged and squeezed. She was sure it felt good for
him, too. Everybody likes to squeeze a little ass.

"Turn over, darling," he said. "I have something I want you to see..."

She sighed again, and slowly rolled over, looking at him. He was standing
beside the bed, his hands on his hips, and right away she saw what he
wanted her to see. He had pulled his cock and balls out of the zipper slit
of his jeans. He stood there, arrogantly, maybe even a bit, uhm, cocky.
Like he had something to be proud of.

Holy shit, said Holly to herself. That is something to be proud of. Ralph
had a pretty goddam impressive cock. At least eight inches long, although
she was a girl and feet and inches didn't always add up in her mind. But,
shit. He was a monster. She smiled up at him, not even remembering to be
shocked.

"Ralphie. You got a nice weenie," she said, a lazy smile on her face. He
smiled back down. He knew he did. She wasn't the first that had told him
that. He even had a girlfriend who regularly reminded him of that. But his
girlfriend wasn't as sweet as this sweet young thing laying in his bed. He
licked his lips, hoping to hell his girlfriend didn't come checking up on
him this evening. That would be... unpleasant.

"Darling Holly," he said. "You may use my body any way you see fit, for
your pleasure. I give myself to you."

She took a deep breath, and reached her hand out. Holly want, she thought.
Holly want now. He felt hard, hard and warm. She rubbed down his shaft,
finally sitting up and grabbing him with both hands. He felt fabulous in
her hands, just like what a cock should feel. I'm through with boys, she
thought. I'm ready for a man.

He let her play for a while, then slowly inched forward. She didn't require
much of a hint, and finally, holding his monster delicately in one hand,
she leaned down and took him in her lips. At first she just slurped around
on the tip, feeling the hard cap of his cock on her inner lips, but she
finally sucked him in as deep as she could. Damn, she thought, that feels
cool. And huge, the damn thing felt like a fucking summer sausage in her
mouth. This was just too damn cool.

Ralph let out a sigh of relief. He'd thought it would be his hand again,
tonight. But, damn. A knock on the door, later, he was getting a nice
knobber. The girl was no Linda Lovelace, but she had some suction, and a
little bit of style. She rubbed the back of his cap with her teeth, almost
enough to hurt, ran her tongue around the cap, and then teased his
piss-hole. He sighed again, and relaxed. He could do this all night, if she
could.

But then, damn. A creak from the door. It was a guy named Jerry, peeking
in. Ralph motioned him to go away, but Jerry opened the door even further.
Then he made a blow-job motion with his hand, opening his mouth.

"Later," Ralph mouthed, irritated. These guys. This was his girl.
Although... the deal was, if a girl came in, share and share alike. This
was just the first time it had happened. There wasn't a true protocol
established. And... he'd taken the initiative. He'd taken care of her,
while the other guys just stared and drooled.

Jerry finally backed away, and shut the door. Holly looked up and the click
of the lock, but her eyes were still focused for looking at his cock. He
almost smiled. What an innocent little thing she was. Truly, this was his
lucky day.

They went another ten or fifteen minutes, and two more interruptions from
the door before he finally gave up, and told his prostate to go for it.

"Baby, get ready," he said softly, and moments later he filled her mouth.
His balls were as impressive as his cock, and she held it in until the last
squirt, gulping as fast as she could. Still some dribbled out, and she
giggled helplessly as it dripped on her knees.

"Oh, thank you, darling," Ralph gushed, finally pulling his softening cock
from her tired mouth. "You were wonderful. I am a lucky guy."

Fuck yeah, she thought. But, you'd better get that bitch pumped back up,
pretty quick. I wanna be lucky, too.

He sat beside her, and they cuddled for a while. She woke up a little, but
she still felt fuzzy and tired. That goddam wine, she thought. Wine. Where
was her glass? She took another sip. That shit's not bad at all, she told
herself, draining the glass again.

"Darling..." Ralph continued to talk, non-stop. "Darling... in a few
minutes I am going to make love to you... like what you deserve. I want to
send you to heaven and back. I want to make you scream in ecstasy. But
first... take a few moments and look at this..."

She looked up, and saw him holding his phone. What the fuck? she thought.
That picture... it looked familiar... shit, it was her. It was her, sucking
his dick. Sucking his fucking cock. The next picture was the top of her
head, and a few inches of his cock, obviously going into her mouth.

"What the fuck?" she said, looking at him. She tried to grab the phone, but
he easily kept it out of her reach.

"Don't worry, darling," he said hurriedly, "I will show these to no one."

"You'd better the fuck not," she growled. She was wide awake, now.

"Of course not. I'm sure you'll be... cooperative... we are friends, now.
And friends help each other out."

"What do you mean," she said. She looked around for her blouse and skirt
but didn't see them.

"Holly... my fraternity brothers are my brothers, just like my real
brothers. Well, if I had any, they would be."

She was silent for a minute, and stared at him.

"And?" she finally said.

"I just want you to be as friendly to them as you have to me," Ralph said.
She snorted.

"You mean, you want me to give them blowjobs," she said. She shook her
head. And she'd fallen for this motherfucker. She'd put his dick in her
mouth.

"Holly, Holly," he said soothingly. "If that's what you want to do, yes. I
hope you'll be receptive to making the boys happy. That's what this world
needs, a little more happiness."

"Yeah, the world needs more blowjobs," she said, standing. "Where the fuck
are my clothes?"

"You may have left them in the other room," he said. He didn't seem
interested in helping her look for them.

"Ralph," she finally said, "it's been fun, but I gotta go. Help me get out
of here, give me your number, and maybe I'll call you."

"Holly, dearest," he said, holding his phone up. "I'd love to... but... I'm
not sure if these pics are safe. Somebody might get hold of them."

"Give me your phone, and I'll take care of that," she said, making a face
at him.

"I'm... I'm pretty particular about my phone," he said, flicking through
the pictures.

She sighed. "Ralph, what is this? You're gonna blackmail me if I don't blow
your buddies? Where you gonna post those pics? They're a little strong for
Facebook."

His face assumed a hurt look. "Holly, I'm not like that at all. I'm just
asking you to be neighborly. Think about my friends, not just me. You did
fine, for me. Just think about it, darling. They all love you already, and
they'll love you more if you do this."

"Honestly, Ralph," she said, shaking her head. "I was an inch from fucking
you. You almost had me."

"Oh, darling, I want that more than anything," he said. She looked down.
His cock, still exposed, was still hard. So hard it was almost purple. Poor
wittle cockie, she thought, doesn't know it's over for tonight. Sad.

"Holly. Come on. Just blow a few guys, and we'll come back here, lock the
door, and fuck until morning. I can do it. I can make you happy. How long
has it been for you? Have you ever had one... like mine?"

She looked at his cock again. Truth be known, she hadn't. She wondered if
he'd stretch her out, to where normal guys wouldn't do it for her anymore.
But she'd read in Cosmo your pussy tightened back up, or something. It
didn't seem to be a problem. And... when she was fourteen she'd found her
mom's stash of sex toys, and ended up fucking herself silly with a huge
vibrating dildo, as big around as her arm. And that hadn't fucked up her
cunt. She realized she wanted it to happen. She wanted it, tonight. How bad
could blowing a few guys be?

"How many..." she said slowly. Ralph looked puzzled.

"How many what? How many girls have I...?" he said. She shook her head.

"No, how many guys do I have to blow? And can you promise me that nobody
will ever find out about this?"

He smiled. He knew he was in. "Dearest," he said, "I'll make them all swear
the sacred oath. No one will ever know. Your secret will be safe."

"It had better fuckin' be," she said. "I got four hillbilly brothers that
love to kick ass. They carry sawed-off shotguns and box knives, and live
about ten minutes away." That was actually a lie, she only had one brother
and he lived in Philly with a fashion designer named Bruce.

"Okay," she said. "I'll blow a few of your closest friends, and then
we'll... we'll fuck. That's the deal?"

"Yes, and thank you. My friends thank you. I thank you." Ralph seemed
pleased. This was actually working out pretty good, he realized. He'd
thought for a moment there he'd lost her.

In her mind, she was asking herself why she was so ready to do this. True,
she wanted to go a round with Ralph's cock. And what the hell, it was
Friday night... Friday night was good for doing crazy shit you wouldn't
ordinarily do. But... sucking off a roomful of guys? What the fuck was
wrong with her? She couldn't come up with an answer for that one.
Sometimes, she told herself, sometimes you just gotta let go and go apeshit.

"Come on, darling," Ralph said, standing, giving her his hand. "Let's meet
the boys."

"Find my dress," she said, allowing him to help her to her feet.

"Oh, no, let's just go out there like this. They'll appreciate you more
just like you are," he said, and she snorted again. Yeah, everybody loves a
peep show. She followed him into the living room. The low hum of
conversation instantly died. And, Ralph was right, to an extent. She could
feel the worship in their gazes at once. She wondered if she was the first
girl that had ever been in the house before. She shyly covered her crotch,
and picked one breast to hide, since she didn't have three hands. Goddam,
she thought, it's warm in here, but my fucking nipples are still as hard as
Jolly Ranchers. She knew she was putting on a good show for the boys.

"Gentlemen," said Ralph loudly. "My girlfriend Holly..." he motioned to her
and she wrinkled her nose and smiled sarcastically at his assumption.
"Holly has agreed to do something special for each and every one of you.
Please expose your organs of reproduction, and prepare yourselves
emotionally for titillation, stimulation, and eventual satisfaction. I have
previewed the girl, and I assure you she is superior to your wildest
dreams."

She thought that speech was a little over the top and possible even a bit
disrespectful to her, but that was Ralph for you. She realized her face was
burning, as the boys just stared at her, motionless. What? she thought.
What the fuck? Are they too shy? Am I getting off this easy?

No, she was not. Finally one boy stepped forward, unzipping his pants. That
seemed to break the ice, and instantly they were all milling around, and
she heard a dozen zippers go down. How many do I have to do? she thought to
herself. She turned to Ralph. The bastard was five feet away, holding his
phone up, recording her.

"Hold it!" she shouted, and the room was instantly silent.

"Ralph," she said, planting herself in front of him. "Ralph, I like you.
But, honestly... if you take one more second of video or one more single
picture of me, you'll have to go to Mount Saint Mary's so the trauma team
can remove your goddam phone from your fucking ass. Do you understand?"

She put her head down, and stared at him. He looked a little nonplussed,
but he put his phone back in his pocket, and finally smiled engagingly at
her. It took a lot to fluster Ralph.

She shot him one last glare, and turned back. The first guy to pull his
dick out carefully approached her, and she looked down at his cock. He was
no Ralph, but he looked more than adequate, and fuck... he was fuckin'
hard. Damn, he was so hard he was purple. She wondered if she was doing
that for him. I bet I'm the best looking chic that's ever gave him the time
of day, she thought. I could be a bitch, though, and give him ED for the
rest of his life. He's in my hands.

It occurred to her to wonder how many of these guys were virgins. Blow-job
virgins, even. Probably the majority. I'm probably gonna be remembered
forever by these guys, she thought. Twenty years from now, guys would sit
around and say, hey, remember the night that Holly girl showed up and blew
us?

Within fifteen seconds, the kid was literally in her hands. She squatted
down in front of him, grabbed him by his ass, and drew him to her. She
gulped his cock down, and was satisfied to feel it in the back of her
throat. That quick, above her, she heard him groan, and some other guys
giggle.

She made a wordless noise in her throat, and he sighed loudly. She knew it
felt good, and did it again. She stroked him in and out, in and out,
sucking hard. She could feel the cap of his cock get harder and even expand
a little. Damn, he felt good in her mouth. She was surprised, this soon
after Ralph, how much actual fun this was. She could feel that slippery
stuff coming out of his cock, and she wondered how close he was to cumming.

She had no idea how much time went by. Maybe ten minutes later she felt a
twitch inside him, and he said something above her. She nodded, and kept
sucking. Her hands were buried in his balls by now, kneading and rubbing.
She knew he was getting a good blowjob. She felt like she got a little
better, each one she did. This should kick her stats up a few notches,
doing all these guys.

She remembered with a snort that she'd said "just a few." She knew by now
that wasn't going to happen. Every guy here would probably step forward. So
the fuck what, though. She hoped, she fervently hoped that word didn't get
out. She saw the headline already-- Holly Harmes blow entire house of Kappa
Omega what-the-fuck-ever. She'd have boys following her everywhere, if word
got out. She wondered how many of these guys had girlfriends to be jealous
of her. Probably not very many, at least.

Suddenly, he filled her mouth, squirting again and again. She almost
laughed, wondering when the last time he'd ejaculated. Actually, probably
just last night, in his hand, she decided. He came so much some ran down
her chin inbetween her tits. She dropped his cock, and wiped her lips off.

"Thank you, oh thank you," he gushed, patting her on the head like she was
a puppy. She grimaced up at him, shaking her head. He backed up, still
staring at her with a look of total love and devotion. I could tell this
guy to jump off Talbert Bridge, she thought, and he'd take off for it at a
dead run. These guys need to get out more often. These guys need more
girlfriends than just me.

The next kid stepped into line. And damn... he was just a kid. It was the
kid that had opened the door. She almost laughed, and smiled up at him.

"Honey, does your momma know where you are tonight?" she said. His hopeful
look dissolved into one of irritation. She instantly felt bad for making
fun of him.

"I'm nine fucking teen," he said, a little butthurt.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to be funny," she apologized. "Please... I
didn't mean to piss you off."

"Aw, it's okay," he said, finally smiling, "I just get that shit all the
time."

"Well, let me make it up to you," she said, and squatted back down. Her
legs were getting sore.

"Ralph, honey," she said, looking for him. She reminded herself to look at
him occasionally, to make sure he wasn't recording her. "Ralph, please find
me a stool or something low to sit on."

He nodded, and disappeared. She finally looked down at the cock of the kid
in front of her. And fuck, she thought, sucking in a breath. We have a
winner. He was holding his cock up against his body with both hands, but
she could still see three or four inches of it sticking up.

"Holy fuck," she said, looking back up at him. He got a puzzled look on his
face. This little fucker is bigger than Ralph, she thought. She reached out
and pulled his hands away, and let his cock flop down in front of her face.

"Don't cover that goddam thing up," she breathed. "That is fuckin'
beautiful."

The kid laughed self-consciously. "These guys call me a freak," he said.

"They're just fuckin' jealous," she said reverently. It was not just big,
it was beautiful. And uncircumcised, on top of everything, except it was so
hard now his foreskin was long since rolled back. She took hold of it with
one hand, and gently kissed the cap. She rolled her tongue around the end,
and he sighed with pleasure. This one I'll do for myself, she thought.
And... though I'll let Ralph fuck me, when this is over, this is the one
I'll be thinking of.

She spit him out for a moment. "What's your name?" she said.

"Tony," he replied. She smiled up at him.

"Tony," she said. "Please tuh meecha." He smiled again, and she smiled
back, finally taking his cock back in her mouth. She felt his fingertips
touch her nipple. This might not be too bad, she thought. I just might make
a few friends this way. She liked the kid, instinctively. And, he wasn't
really a kid, he was her age.


                              --==+==--


Two hours later she was exhausted, and goddam but did her jaws ever ache.
She was sure she wasn't sucking near as hard as she'd started out doing.
Blow jobs are hard work, she realized. You don't notice it because most of
the time you just do one. She burped softly, tasting sperm. Gawd, she
thought. I'm probably gonna gain a few pounds, just from all that shit. She
actually felt full, even though she hadn't had dinner that night.

And she'd caught one sneaky fucker going back through the line, she'd
recognized the bottom four inches of his shirt. She whipped on him hard,
and he hung his head in shame. He'd tried to convince her it was because he
just loved her so much. She laughed and said, "Next!"

Finally, at long last, she was done. She had no idea how many she'd done,
some of the guys had left the room, and more than one had showed up, she
was suspicious that somebody had texted about what was going on to their
friends. She'd given up trying to connect names and faces to cocks, it was
all just a blur to her. Tony had won the size contest that went on in her
mind, and also the award for most aesthetically pleasing. The kid just had
a nice one.

She looked down. Shit, she was a mess. Strings of cum ran from her chin
down onto her boobs. A stream of the shit flowed between her tits, past her
stomach, and all the way down to her thong. Her damn thong was soaked, and
she was glad she was on the pill, she was sure some of it had gotten into
her pussy. She could feel the sticky stuff on her pussy lips, when she
stood.

Tony had reached down and helped her stand, and then steadied her when she
lurched a little. He thoughtfully handed her a handful of napkins, and she
scrubbed as much cum off her body as she could. Gawd, I need a fucking
shower, she thought.

Ralph approached her, holding out her miniskirt and bra. She took it, and
dressed slowly, aware of thirty something eyes on her body. She finally
looked at Ralph and smiled, though by now she'd realized he was kind of
wormy. Well, a deal is a deal. And... he had a nice cock too, maybe...
maybe he knew how to use it.

She looked around. There were maybe twelve boys in the room. Most of her
fan club was still present. At least they'd put their cocks away. A thought
occurred to her. She could live without Ralph tonight, the urgency had
passed, for some reason. At last she said "Ralph," loudly, wanting everyone
there to see what she did. She leaned into him, careful not to breathe her
spermy breath in his face.

"Yes, darling?" he said, looking inquisitive.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," she said, and reached out and put her
hand behind his head, pulling him to her. She smashed her lips against his,
and had her tongue halfway down his throat before he realized what was
going on. He pushed against her, hard, almost knocking her down, and she
stumbled backward, laughing to herself.

"Bletch..." he almost spit, a disgusted look on his face. "What'd yah do
that for!" he almost snarled, before his nature took over, and he was back
to being his usual smooth self.

"Just a little thank you kiss," she answered sweetly, smiling at him. And
maybe even pass on a little genetic information, she thought to herself,
via my tongue. She wondered if he'd been able to taste the sperm in her
mouth. She hoped so. Looking at several of the boys behind him, she saw
their amused glances at each other. They knew what she'd done.

"Ralph, honey," she said sweetly, "I know we had a date, but maybe we can
do it later. I'm plumb worn out. Can one of you boys take me home?"

To her great pleasure, Tony stepped forward. Ralph nodded, back to looking
a little peeved. She didn't really want to fuck him anyway. She was past
him. Out of all these guys, there was only one she'd consider, now.

"I'll take you," said Tony. "I'm the only one with a car that runs." She
nodded, and took his hand.

"Goodnight, boys," she said, nodding at them collectively. A few mumbled
back at her. Ralph watched her go, not even trying to get her to stay. She
knew there was no french kissing in her future, if she stayed. He seemed,
probably like most other guys, to have issues about tasting another guy's
sperm.

Tony wrapped her in his jacket, and they went to his car, out at the curb.
He put her in the passenger's side, and got in. The car fired up with a
burp of blue smoke, and she gave him directions. In a minute they were in
front of her dorm.

"Tony, thanks," she said, looking at him. He smiled back. "I know you know
I just blew fifteen or so guys. But if I give you my number, would you call
me sometimes?"

He smiled and nodded. He found an ink pen, and wrote his number on her arm,
and hers on his. He leaned forward, almost expectantly.

"You'd kiss me goodnight?" she asked, smiling. "I just blew fifteen guys,
but you'd kiss me goodnight?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "Just a little one. It's our first, anyway."

"Yeah, I just blew yah, but we haven't kissed, true," she said, smiling at
him. They touched lips for a second, and he hugged her. She leaned into him
for a moment. Fuck Ralph, she thought to herself.

"I'll brush my teeth before next time," she said. She got out of the car
and handed his jacket back. "Tony," she said. "Call me."


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