I was lying on harry's bed, completely naked except for the heels strapped on my feet. My skirt and blouse were in a ball on the floor, or maybe kicked in the corner, I don't remember. I was drunk and spaced-out on three kinds of cold medicine. Tommy, my boyfriend, had told me not to bother with Harry's party, but I had been looking forward to seeing everybody for weeks, so I insisted on going. He brought me along, of course. He always brought me along. I was like a novelty act to him and all his friends. "Christy The sexy boobs" they called me. They also called me "Christy jugs," because they said I looked just like the blond with the big boobs on that 70's sitcom "Three's Company."
Anyway, Tommy brought me to Harry's party, and now, despite my head-cold, I was lying completely naked on his bed, wondering what they were going to do to me. Whatever it was, I would agree with it; I ALWAYS agreed with what they wanted to do. Nothing was ever out of the question unless it had to do with pain or bathroom games . . . and even then I was a good sport. Just as I was a good sport last July, when Bonny, Tommy's friend from the softball league, sat me down in the backyard during a barbecue and pissed in my face. He said all he wanted was a blowjob, but the next thing I know, he's holding out his freckled, uncircumcised prick with his right hand and soaking my blond hair with a jet stream of warm yellow liquid; Buddy had been drinking beer for six straight hours.
But I was cool with almost anything. I watched Tommy and five of his friends standing around Harry's bed, grinning. I knew at that moment I was going to have to fuck them all . . . just as I always did. Just the thought of doing Tommy and Harry and Bonny (and Ross and Brad and Patrick) made my nipples tighten into tiny raisins . . . caused my cunt to secrete its fishy fluids. I reached a hand between my legs and touched myself. "Now lick your fingers, slut," someone said, and I did.
All six of the men were taking off their pants. Watching this got me even hotter. Tommy, who was completely naked except for his sweat-socks, climbed on his bed with me. He kissed me tenderly on the mouth and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did. He got behind me and started slapping his dick against my ass. As he was doing this, Patrick knelt on the bed in front of me and told me to suck his cock.
"Blow me, bitch," he said. I reached forward and grabbed his half-hard prick. It was extremely thick in my small hand. I jerked him off and tongued his balls. "Oh yeah," he said, and put a hand on my head. Around back, Tommy had worked his dick into my pussy--which wasn't a hard thing to do, considering I could probably fit TWO dicks up my cunt.
"Yeah, fuck my cunt," I told Tommy, my pussy hungry for a good pounding. I leaned forward and sucked on Pat's cock, moaning as I got it from both ends.
Tommy was ready to orgasm. He wanted to do it in my mouth, as usual. "Christy!" he said, which was my signal to turn around and eat whatever came out of his dick. I did. I tongued his balls as he jerked off, and when he started shooting his cream, I opened-up as wide as I could. He grunted and ejaculated a bucket. Most of it landed in my mouth, but not ALL of it; there was a nice white load dangling sloppily from my chin. I let it hang there and continued to suck Tommy's dick clean.
I turned around and asked who was next. Patrick, whose cock was semi-hard from the unfinished blowjob, stepped up to the plate. "I'm gonna do your ass," he announced proudly, and I knew exactly what this meant, since Pat had fucked my ass at least five or six times over the last two years: This meant I had to get on all fours; this meant I had to arch my back and lift my ass in the air; this meant I had to spit on my hand and use my fingers to lubricate my own bum; this meant I had to keep my mouth open so Brad could fuck my face as Pat did my ass.
I did as I was supposed to do. Now there was a cock (Patrick's) in my ass and a cock (Brad's) in my mouth. I used my left hand to finger my clit. I came TWICE within two-and-a-half minutes. I moaned and sucked on Brad's purple five-incher. Tommy's come was still on my face. This turned Brad on. He kept saying, "Yeah, you fucking slut. You got your boyfriend's jit all over you, and in a minute you're gonna have mine." And it was true (the minute part). Although when Brad hit his peak, he made the most ridiculous, unattractive face/noise I had ever head. He said, "Oh, oh, oooohhh," and, after pulling his prick from my mouth with a pop, started beating his meat like a madman. His eyes glazed over and veins popped in his neck. He started breathing in-and-out rapidly, screeching like a monkey; for all the noise and commotion he made, the only thing that came out of his dick was two small beads of cream that bubbled and ran down the side of his penis.