After a few minutes he shouted “take it bitch!” and I made sure his head was in my mouth. He spurted a good five or six times and it filled my mouth. I carefully pulled away from him and then I had an idea. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and played with his cum with my tongue while he watched. After a few seconds, I swallowed. Okay, it actually took me two swallows. Then I opened my mouth and smiled at him. “Damn, you ain’t bad for a white chick,” he said as he pulled up his shorts. Then he was gone. I went back to the mouthwash and was still swishing when the next guy came in.
Scratch that, not a guy. It was Hellen. She looked panicked, with hair disheveled and makeup starting to run. “Catherine, I’m so sorry” she blurted out. “There were only supposed to be a few guys from one fraternity, but they must have invited some friends, who invited more friends, and now…” She looked on the verge of tears.
I spat out the mouthwash into the sink. “And they all want blowjobs?”
She nodded that scared nod where the jaw is clenched, the head barely moves, and the eyes are stuck open after witnessing a terrible truth.
“How many of them are there?”
“You should come out and see for yourself.”
We left the bathroom and a cheer erupted before I could make sense of the sight in front of us. My stomach dropped, my vision blurred and refocused. Before us was a wall of male flesh. It surrounded the opening of the alcove, trapping Hellen and I — and Sakura, who I just noticed was kneeling with a cock in her mouth and another in each hand. She was right: the only way we were getting out of this was to suck cocks. A lot of cocks.
Looking back on this, I should have been scared, or disgusted, or threatened to call the police. But in the moment, I wanted to do it. Yeah it was adrenaline and sex drive, and part of me likes a challenge. But more than that, I wanted the attention. A lot of guys were about to care about me way more than they ever would otherwise.
I joined Sakura in the kneeling three-cocks-at-once position, grabbing whoever was nearest. Men jockeyed for position to watch, and be next. Out of the corner of my eye — I couldn’t move my head much with a cock in my mouth — I saw Hellen peel off maybe six guys and take them into the bedroom, and closed the door. I returned back to my all-you-can-eat sausage buffet. When one popped, another replaced it.
The next hour, ninety minutes maybe, are a blur. I must have sucked at least thirty dicks but I didn’t even try to keep track. My hands got tired, my throat and jaw got sore, and my knees ached (at least the floor was carpet). I tried to break away for some water but only managed to once. Every so often Hellen would leave the bedroom with several guys and grabbed another batch from the crowd. Slowly, the throng of men diminished and then it was gone.
I remember waking up from a daze splayed out on the carpet, my hand resting on a belly full of male protein that would become part of my body, a prospect that both disgusted and thrilled me. Amazingly, I still had all of my clothes on.
The bedroom door opened and Hellen stumbled towards the bathroom. She was completely naked, makeup an absolute mess, her inner thighs glistening with cum. She made it to the bathroom and got in the shower without waiting for the water to get warm, or bothering to close the door. So yeah, of course I watched her. She spent a good five minutes rubbing shampoo between her legs. I learned later that at least fifteen guys had cum in either or pussy or her ass, but thanks to emergency contraception she escaped with just a UTI. It took her a week to apologize to me, and of course I forgave her immediately. So did Sakura.
Sakura, I almost forgot! She was slumped against the back wall with a thousand-yard stare. I crawled over to her and discovered that the guys had taken the opportunity to fulfill their bukkake fantasy. Her skin from cleavage up was covered with a glossy white gel of solidifying cum. She needed a shower, but Hellen was in there. Which gave me a very naughty idea.
I licked her cheek, once again tasting cum and swallowing. She nodded the faintest of nods, still in shock. I continued to lick her face clean, sucking it out of her eyebrows, swallowing even more cum. I licked her lips from the sides; though sorely tempted, I didn’t try to kiss her. Then I worked my way down to her neck and upper torso. Her blouse had been undone but her bra had stayed on. I continued to lick the cum of dozens of guys from sweet, smooth female skin. I love being bi.
I was just about finished when Sakura started to move again. For a moment I thought I had crossed a line but then she pulled down her bra, exposing two dark areoles. I took the hint and started licking. It was honestly weird for a bit to have something in my mouth that wasn’t a cock, just a tiny little nipple to lick and gently bite. I moved from one to the other for a few minutes before I noticed Sakura’s hand was beneath her skirt. Oh no, that wouldn’t do.
I pulled her hand out and licked each finger, tasting her pussy juices while giving her what I really hope were slutty, wanting eyes since I had used them a lot that night. Then I stuck my hand down her skirt, underneath those panties I had fantasized about a few hours ago, and went to work. Trust me when I say that I know what I’m doing down there. I discovered that she has the cutest high-pitched moans.
When she was done, I fell back on the carpet, licked my hand again (yum!) and turned my attention to myself. It doesn’t take long.