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Dreams are funny when you're half awake, half asleep, and your brain just sort of mashes the two experiences together into a surreal art work inside your head. I lay in bed dreaming of giggling girls riding on giant glass cocks, racing around and around a track while the men in the crowd cheered them on. It was very bizarre, but very erotic at the same time. One part of me knew that it made absolutely no sense whatsoever and I shook myself awake.

I woke up to hear laughing, music and the clinking of bottles downstairs. My roommate Adam was having a party. It all made sense now. My bedroom was right above the living room and I could hear the conversations through the air vents as if it were two feet away.

I sat up in bed, only mildly annoyed at being disturbed. I was new in town and I didn't really know anyone. Perhaps this was my chance to meet some new people. I didn't think I could really get back to sleep with all that noise down there, so I decided I might as well join them. I straightened myself up a bit, getting some clothes on first of all, combing my bed-head down and stuff like that, and then I headed downstairs.

There were a lot of them—twelve altogether I guess—mostly young women. My roommate had some social life. Cases of beer and bottles of booze were everywhere. I walked in the room and received a hero's welcome.

"Joe!" they all cheered as if I was the reason they had assembled. I stood there looking surprised and confused for a moment, and then I smiled. This was a different bunch then I was used to back in the big city. Very friendly.

"What's up, guys?" I said, still squinting a bit from the bright lights of the living room. I rubbed by eyes a bit, and tried to shake off the last of the sleepiness. There were some very fine looking ladies present.

"Grab a beer, man!" Adam invited. He looked a little hosed. He also looked like he didn't really give a damn about waking me up in the middle of the night. He handed a beer to one of the girls and nodded for her to pass it to me. I took it from her, giving her a smile of thanks and Adam introduced us all.

"Everybody, this is Joe, as you know. Joe, this is everybody."

"Hi, everybody." I waved at them all.

"Hey, Joe!"

"What's up, Joe?"

And so on.

I wasn't really interested in beer at the moment. I was actually pretty tired. I did see the opportunity to at least say hello to everyone and hopefully make a couple of new acquaintances, other than Adam who I'd just met a couple of days ago.

I drank half the beer, not really talking to anybody. They all went back into their various conversations after greeting me. I looked from one face to the next, sizing them up. They were fairly cute girls. Not a single one of them who I wouldn't want to hook up with if I had the chance. Some of them looked kinda slutty, with short skirts, crop tops that bared their bellies, cleavage to spare, and boots that slid all the way up to the knee. A couple of them looked semi-classy, with modestly snug jeans, and only moderately tight tops. Some you couldn't really tell. They looked to be ranged in age from 15 or so, all the way up to 17 or 18. I was 20, the oldest in the room.

The guys were all about the same ages as the girls, young and rambunctious, constantly teasing the chicks about who was gonna give the most head that night, and who would swallow more come than beer, and nonsense like that. The girls shot back their share of insults, but it all seemed in good fun.

There was one couple sitting in a chair who hadn't pulled themselves away from each other since I'd walked in. She was sitting on his lap and they were kissing deeply. He had his hand up her shirt and was gently tickling her tummy. The rest were jabbering on about music, movies, stupid stuff they had done. It wasn't really a party I suppose, just a bunch of people hanging out and having a few drinks.

I took another few sips of my beer and decided to head back upstairs. There would be other parties. For now, I decided to at least try to sleep some more.

"Well I'm going back to bed. Good night, all."

"See ya, Joe!"

"Yeah, take care, man!"

And so on.

I didn't have the nerve to tell them to try to keep it down. I would just have to try my best to sleep in spite of the noise.

I couldn't sleep though. I lay in bed for a good hour and all I could hear was the party downstairs. The conversations got a little raunchier as time passed. Finally the boys went out for a beer run. The nearest booze store that actually accepted their fake IDs was in a neighbouring town, so they wished the gals well and told them they'd be back in an hour. I thought it strange that none of the ladies offered to go along, and none of the guys opted to stay with the sexy young gals, but it was a weird group with its own weird dynamics.

The guys left, and the girls stayed behind, talking more freely now that the boys weren't there to tease them. Apparently they'd forgotten about me upstairs and their girl-talk got down-right nasty.

"You did so suck him off, you slut!"

"Did you spit or swallow?"

"I'm pretty sure he painted me that time. I don't really remember exactly."

Painted her? What the hell?

"You were there, Rache. Did she spit, swallow, or take it in the face like a good little girl?"

"I don't remember either," Rache answered. "I was drunker than she was."

They all burst into laughter.

"Change the fuckin' CD! I hate this song."

"How many times have you swallowed, if you're so sweet and innocent?"

"More than you!"

"I don't think she can count that high!"

"Hell, she just swallowed 'Zander on the way over here!"

More laughter.

I put a pillow over my face and tried to ignore it all. It was near impossible. Not only could I not sleep, but now I was getting horny listening to this pack of teenaged girls compare notes on their sexual exploits. I suddenly had the image of thick red lips and bouncing blonde hair going to town on some guy's rod in the back of the car on the drive over here.

The conversation continued.

"Well there's nothing like a good beer after sucking down a load from a nice hard cock!"

"Amen, sister!"

Bottles clinked together as they toasted the sentiment.

"And there's nothing like going down on a hot throbbing cock after sucking down a nice cold beer!"

"Fuckin' A!" was the reply.

I finally gave up and sat up in bed. I wasn't gonna be able to sleep so why bother trying. I flicked on my bedside lamp and took a book from a shelf.

"Where was I?" I mumbled aloud. "Page 111. Okay. Here we are."

"I was only fourteen when I first gave head," some chick announced downstairs.

"I was fourteen too. But my first time I sucked two guys off at once."

"Oh my god! Slut!"

"Whatever! As if you're so pure and virginal, Maxine!"

"Two guys at once though?"

"I don't know. It just happened. I was sucking one guy off and he asked me if I could help his friend out too. They were both pretty hot. So I did it. I was just giving this one guy head and all of the sudden there was this other cock against my ear. I just turned my head and went at him too."

"So what was it like, doing two guys at once?"

"I don't know. It was just like sucking cock, except there were two."

"Well d'uh! Fuckin' blonde!"

More laughter.

"Did you swallow?"

"No. I took it in the face. Twice."

"What a waste!"

"Slut!"

"Fuck you!"

Giggles followed, and the clinking of bottles as they toasted one another.

I put the book away. I obviously wasn't going to be able to concentrate. My cock was now fully erect and throbbing painfully, staking out a tent in the sheets of my bed. I sat up and looked around my room. Suddenly the four walls seemed very close in the dim light of the lamp. I reached for my guitar in the corner and started strumming.

"Ah! That's better," I thought to myself. The chords more or less drowned out the naughty conversation that echoed up through the air duct, and my erection began to subside as I focused in on the music. I didn't even notice when their conversation ceased altogether. Apparently they could hear me as clearly as I could hear them. They all stopped to listen to my song. I never even noticed though until I looked up and saw one of the girls standing in my doorway, about four minutes into my second song.

I looked up and stared at her blankly. The chord I'd been strumming hummed away into silence. She just stared back for a moment, eyeing me up like I was a midnight snack. Suddenly she seemed to snap herself out of it.

"Can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

I was sitting there bare naked on my bed with only my guitar for cover, but she didn't seem to notice.

"It's right behind you, actually," I smiled timidly.

"D'uh! Silly me," she replied.

The bathroom door was wide open and the light was on. There was no way she could have missed it. Besides, as one of Adam's close friends, she'd no doubt been in that bathroom a hundred times before. I smiled. I shrugged, and went back to strumming. She stood there staring, apparently not needing to use the bathroom after all.

"I love that song," she said to me.

I'm not sure what she meant by that. I was playing a song I'd written myself. She couldn't have possibly heard it before. Perhaps she thought it was something else.

"Thanks," I said. "I wrote it."

"Really? It's nice! I like it."

A moment passed as I played for her. The last chord rang out, and a moment of intimacy seemed to pass between us. I bowed my head dramatically, trying to look all serious and deep. Then someone hollered downstairs.

"Your breath still smells like cum, you slut! God!"

"Does not!"

"You think I don't know what cum smells like? I can practically identify a guy by the smell of his goo. I know Alexander Abbot anywhere, and his stink is all over you, bitch."

"Where the hell are those guys with the beer?"

"As if it's the beer you want."

"Look at her. She wants cock so bad she's squirming. Fuckin' nympho."

"Like you should talk, little miss two-guys-at-once!"

I looked over at the girl still standing in my doorway and smirked. She rolled her eyes and smiled back.

"Those silly girls down there," she said. "They're always carrying on like that."

"They're just joking around, I suppose."

"You'd be surprised."

"Would I?"

"Yeah. These small town gals got nothing better to do than drink and fuck and suck cock and sit around talking about it all day."

I smirked at her.

"You don't say."

"Yeah. By the end of the night there'll be an orgy down there, I bet. It happened last week."

"An orgy?"

"Well not an all-out orgy, but you know, fooling around, playing spin the bottle for blow-jobs and shit like that."

"Sounds like fun."

"Yeah. They're all teasing each other about being bigger sluts than the others are and then they start daring each other to prove it, and the next thing you know the guys are getting head left and right. But then they get all innocent afterwards and start acting like nothing happened the next day. It goes in a big circle."

"They sure like their oral sex around here."

"Well they fuck too, just not in front of everybody. Usually they'll all pair-off at the end of the night and it's all moaning and screaming all through the house. It's funny when there aren't enough guys to go around, two chicks will jump in bed with one guy or whatever. One time this one guy wound up doing four girls all by himself after every other guy passed out. It was hilarious. We were all fighting over who was gonna..."

She trailed off as if realizing she'd said too much.

"Not you though, I bet. You're too innocent for all that."

"No way," she said, blushing with agonizing cuteness. "Not me."

Then she turned and headed into the bathroom. I went back to my guitar playing shaking my head at the stories she had told me. I'd heard legends of small town life, and now it seemed the stories were true. I'd come out here for the summer to work in my uncle's hardware store and he'd arranged for me to stay in this little hostel. Apparently the house belonged to a friend of his, and he rented out rooms to people to help pay the mortgage. It was apparently a hang-out for the local teens who wanted to have some fun out from under the watchful eyes of parents. Not that the parents were very watchful. From what I'd heard the adults in this town were even worse.

The girl came back from out of the bathroom and walked right into my bedroom once again. She swung the door shut behind her and sat on the floor against the wall across from me, dropping her half-finished beer on the floor down between her legs. She was petite-looking, but very sexy in her forwardness and mannerisms. The fact that she'd shut my door behind her was very telling.

"I just love that song," she said again.

"Thanks," I smiled. I was a little nervous with her sitting right across from me now. Being bare naked and all, she had a clear view of my genitals dangling down below my guitar. She stared intently at me while I played, lifting her beer to her lips from time to time for a quick swig. Other than that we didn't really talk. We could hear the conversations from downstairs. We smiled at each other and shook our heads at key moments.

"There was that time you sucked Mitch's cock after he fucked me. Remember that?"

"Eww! Gross!"

"I didn't know he fucked you! He told me you were asleep."

"Maybe she was just a dead lay!"

"Fuck you, bitch. I could fuck circles around you and you know it. I fucked him until he cried like a baby. Asleep, my ass!"

"How did she taste?"

"I didn't taste nothing. Well I guess I tasted his cum but nothing usual."

"At least he didn't fuck you in the ass. Then she would have tasted something!"

Laughter erupted louder than ever. The stories went on and on.

I looked up and saw this girl staring directly below the guitar now. She was sipping her beer and glancing up and down from my strumming hand, to my semi-erect cock.

"That's a nice instrument you've got there," she said.

I chuckled, meeting her gaze with a knowing smile. "Yeah. Too bad it hasn't been played much lately."

"Too bad."

"You play?"

"I've been known to play a song or two."

"Show me," I said, offering her my guitar.

She took it and pretended to play, making some god-awful clunking noises on the strings. She didn't even look at the guitar though. I was now bare naked in front of her.

"This isn't really my instrument of choice," she said after a few moments of musical hell. "I make much better music with my mouth."

"Oh really?" I said, playing along with the double meaning. "Care to show me."

"What kind of girl do you take me for?" she said, still eyeing up my cock. "I hardly know you."

"I thought we were just talking about music," I answered, raising an eyebrow at her. "What did you think I meant?"

"I thought you were asking me if I wanted to wrap my slippery little lips around that delicious-looking cock of yours."

"Do you?"

"Yes. Of course I do, from the moment you walked in the room downstairs."

"Well then?"

I was fully erect now, and she was squirming at bit, licking her lips, and breathing more deeply.

"I don't even know you, Joe."

"My name's Joe. Johann Phillip Davidson, actually. You can see why I prefer Joe. Some people call me JP. I'm 20. I'm going to school, studying music. I'm single. I hope to start a band one day."

"And you've got a beautiful cock."

"Yes. That too."

"Mmmm..." she said, but still didn't approach. These chicks may be slutty, but they were apparently only comfortable being slutty around people they knew.

"What about you?" I asked. I took my guitar back from her and started noodling around on the fretboard while she talked.

"I'm Brittany. Um, I don't know. I'm fifteen. I'm in highschool, grade ten. I'm a cheerleader, I guess, but we don't really have an official squad. Just some girls who get up and dance during the home games. I'm one of them. We don't even have pom-poms."

"Who needs pom-poms when you've got T&A like that?"

Brittany arched her back and gave her boobs a little shake, looking down at them. They jiggled sweetly and then settled to a gentle heaving once again. Yummy.

"That's what I say, but we're trying to get actual uniforms and stuff."

"What're you gonna be when you grow up, Brittany?"

"I don't know. Like a nurse or something. I don't know."

"And the most important question of all: you got a boyfriend?"

She laughed out loud.

"Boyfriend? In this town? No one has a boyfriend. Not in our group anyway. That would be too weird. We just hang out and, you know, whatever."

"Whatever?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Don't you mean whoever?"

"Whoever, whatever, whenever, wherever? It's all good."

"Sounds like fun."

"There's not much else to do."

She took the last sip of her beer and then sighed.

"Anything else you wanna know about me before you suck my cock, Brittany?"

"Presumptuous, aren't you?" she said, smirking at me.

"Are you gonna sit there and tell me that that's not the whole reason you came upstairs in the first place?"

"Maybe I just had to take a piss."

"And you figured, while you were up here, you might as well grab some dick as well."

"You're bad!" she said. She wasn't really insulted, but she wasn't exactly jumping my bones either. Maybe I was being too blunt.

"Sorry. Just being honest. You honestly look like you really wanna give me head."

"My, my. Aren't we full of ourselves," she said, and then she got up, patted me on the head, turned, and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Damn, she had a cute ass!

I sighed. I put my guitar down, and sat there for a moment, wondering if I should go find her and apologize. Suddenly my door opened again. Brittany came back in, shut it behind her and leaned against it again.

"Okay. I admit it. I do desperately wanna suck your cock."

I smiled at her. I patted the bed beside me, but she stayed where she was by the door.

"It's just weird to hear you being so blunt like that," she continued. "I joke with the girls about being a slut and everything, but I'm not really like that. I swear."

"I didn't mean to insult you. I was just being silly. Sorry."

"Don't worry. It doesn't really bother me. I get worse insults from those girls down there all the time."

There was an awkward pause. She still didn't approach. I sat there naked, wondering if I should make a move on her.

"So what now?" I said. "You wanna fool around, but you don't feel right about it 'cause you just met me."

She nodded. Her cheeks were hot pink with a maidenly blush. She swallowed.

"And you thought you could be brave and just walk right in here and go for it, but once you got up close to me, you got all nervous."

She nodded again, this time averting her gaze right down to the floor.

"You're reading my mind," she said.

"Well, here's what we'll do," I told her. "I'm just gonna lie back on my bed here, and close my eyes. I won't peek. I won't say anything. I'll just lie back here on my bed. If you wanna do something, I won't stop you. If you wanna turn around and leave, I'll just go to sleep. No worries. But it was nice meeting you, Brittany. You're very beautiful."

"Do you think I'm a slut?" she said. "If I did do stuff with you, would you think I was a slut?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, Brittany. It matters what you think. If you don't feel right about it, nothing I say is gonna convince you. You just gotta try and convince yourself that messing around with a cute guy is just silly, sexy fun, and just do it 'cause you wanna, and who cares what anyone thinks. You do think I'm cute, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you do like messing around with cute boys, right?"

"Yup."

"And you haven't stopped staring at my cock since you got up here. You might as well just go for it."

She caught herself staring again, and looked away. Then she covered her eyes with her hand, shook her head in resignation, and stepped forward to sit beside me on my bed.

"Okay. Just lie down and close your eyes," she told me, not looking at me, "just like you said."

"You have done this before, right? You're not like, a virgin or anything?"

"I suck dick all the time, but it's always with a guy that I know. This is new. It's weird. I feel like I'm a virgin all over again. Plus you're like five years older than me."

Five years to a teen girl is an eternity. For Brittany, it was one third of her life. I hadn't thought much of the age difference between us until she said it.

"I'm sure you'll do fine. It's just for fun, right?"

"I guess."

So I leaned back on my bed, stretching out naked before her, and I closed my eyes. After about thirty seconds I felt her hand slide up and down my thigh, ever-so-gently stroking me with her fingertips.

"That feels nice."

She continued in silence, letting her fingers roam all over my lower body, and suddenly her fingertips tickled my scrotum. She tickled my balls a little bit, and then ran her fingers up my shaft, so gently I could hardly feel it. It was agonizingly sweet.

"It's big," she said, "bigger than 'Zander's."

"Too big?"

She didn't answer. But I suddenly felt her hand wrap around me fully, and start stroking at the shaft more deliberately. Then she wrapped her other hand around the root of me and worked me up and down with both of her delicate little palms.

"How long is it?" she asked.

"Apparently two hands long," I said.

"No, I mean in inches."

"I don't know. Seven, I guess. It's normal size. You've got little hands."

"It's the biggest one I've seen."

And she tugged at it some more, exploring it with her hands. She also fondled my balls as well, and played with the head of it between her fingertips. She was driving me crazy.

"You're not supposed to be watching me," she said, blushing again. But she didn't stop her stroking.

"I was just looking at your mouth, wondering if it's gonna fit."

"You're so bad!"

"Are we still pretending that's not gonna happen? Sorry."

"I'm not saying it's not, but take it easy on me. I'm still trying to work up the courage to even be here like this."

"You're doing just fine," I said, "but damn your lips look sexy."

"Thank you."

"Can I kiss you?"

"If you want."

She seemed shocked, like no one had ever asked her for a kiss before. I sat up, took her head in my hands, and guided her mouth to mine. Then we were kissing, and her little tongue came wriggling into my mouth and touched mine. Her stroking motions on my cock finally stopped, and we just enjoyed the kiss, swirling sweetly against one another for a good five minutes before we finally broke away. She was panting. Suddenly she had no trouble at all staring directly into my eyes.

"Wow," she said. And then we kissed some more, and this time her stroking resumed on my dick. She got more and more intense in both the kissing and stroking until finally she broke away.

"I'm ready to do this now," she said, breathing hard and gazing deep into my eyes with a dazed twinkle in her eye. "You ready?"

"I was ready the moment I looked up and saw you standing in my doorway."

"I'm gonna suck your cock. You ready?"

She stroked me as she waited for my answer.

I nodded. Yes. I was ready.

"I warn you though. I'm told I'm champ at it."

"Champ?" I asked.

"You'll see."

She kissed me one last time and suddenly her face was in my lap. She pushed me backward onto the bed and I leaned back on my elbows. From that angle, I was treated to the wonderful sight of her sweet little pink tongue slithering out of her mouth and winding around the head of my cock. She jerked the shaft up and down with her hands, winked at me, grinned wickedly, and then gently, lovingly closed her mouth around the head of it, giving it a sweet little French kiss. Ooh, it felt good.

Her hands moved down to tickle my balls and her tongue gradually worked its way down to join them. She rolled my testicles back and forth across her tongue a few times and tugged at the skin with her lips, planting little kisses all over my scrotum in between tongue motions. Her hands stroked my cock lightly as she worked down there and I thought I would soon be coming.

"Shit, you better be gentle, girl, or I'm never gonna last. It's been a while for me, and you're doing such a wonderful job."

"I am being gentle. You should see me when I really get going."

I sighed a shaky sigh as she went back to work on my cock. She wet her lips with a sloppy mess of slippery saliva and sucked me into her mouth like a big fat noodle of spaghetti. I was pulled into the suction of her hot wet mouth and she massaged me with a gentle bobbing motion that made me twitch and shudder spasmodically beneath her. There were sexy slurping and sucking noises coming from her and she seemed to revel in them with wanton enthusiasm. The girl definitely had skills. I'm sure they all did, by the sounds of it.

"Damn that's so nice!" I stammered, gripping her head to slow her once again. She slowed and I let my hands fall helplessly down to the mattress again.

There was a bright gleam of lust in her eye. She stared deeply into mine as she worked me into her mouth, all the way down to the back of her throat, and back up again before releasing me to speak.

"Now, I'm no expert or anything..." she muttered coyly. Then she suddenly took me all the way down to the bottom in one swift stroke, swallowing the entire length of my cock in one delicious motion. I stared down at her in shock as she took the entire length of me all the way down her throat. Was this the same girl that a few minutes ago was too shy to even look me in the eye, worried I would think she was a slut? She pulled off, sucking hard and swirling her tongue expertly along the underside of my erection, and then took me all the way down her throat again. I felt like I was fucking the most deliciously tight and responsive little pussy I'd ever known and all I could do was lay there and giggle like a drunken little kid. She continued, breathing through her nose on each off stroke. Then she sped up, bobbing fast and hard on me, like she meant to suck the skin right off my dick. Boom, boom, boom! Her head bounced up and down, taking me all the way into the back of her throat each time, sucking eagerly until her cheeks sunk inward, and massaging me with wiggling little flickers of her sweet pink tongue. I shook violently as the intensity of the pleasure coaxed a long awaited orgasm forward from the recesses of my energetic young libido. I felt the early pangs of what would be a truly awesome ejaculation. It would be upon me soon, and she showed no signs of slowing down. I didn't want it to end so soon, so I grabbed her head and eased her to a stop. She gazed up at me, confused. The look in her eyes was adorably cute.

What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? her eyes asked me. Her eyes were beautiful. Shining and blue, eager for my pleasure.

"I don't wanna cum yet. Please go slowly. It's so nice."

Evidently she was from a crowd where the goal was to get the guy off as fast and as intensely as possible. A guy actually telling her to slow down was completely foreign to her. She seemed to figure it out soon enough though. She resumed her oral adoration of me, more slowly and sensuously.

"That's it. Yeah. Nice and slow. Nice and sexy."

I released her head and relaxed, letting her continue as she would.

"Yeah. Just like that. Just enjoy it. There's no rush."

And so I got some very excellent head from a fifteen-year-old girl named Brittany. The music and conversation continued downstairs, and we could hear every word they said. We ignored it though, completely engrossed in each other. Brittany kept speeding up, out of habit mostly, and then stopping herself when I lifted my hands from the bed to remind her. Through it all she only stopped once. She picked a pubic hair out of her mouth, and flicked it away.

"This is the biggest dick I've ever done this for. I'm not used to this."

And that was all she said. Her mouth was back on my dick, her lips sealed tightly around me, her little tongue tickled and pleasured me, and her head swirled and bobbed all around on me in ever-increasing intensity. All the while her fingers were toying with my balls.

"Ah god, that's so nice, Brittany! Ah, fuck!"

"Uh hmmmm," she said, whimpering sweetly.

"Ah fuck, baby! I'm gonna come!" I jabbered at her. "You want me to come for you?"

She nodded vigorously and sped up on me.

"Ah, shit! Here it comes. It's coming."

She suddenly pulled off me, jerking me with her hand and offered me a beautifully difficult choice.

"You want it in my mouth, or all over my face?" she panted.

"In your mouth. Please!"

She dove back down on me without a moment's pause. My orgasm arrived and she was ready for it. My first couple of squirts sprayed into her mouth and she squealed with delight. Suddenly her suction increased to a hard yanking tug with every bob of her head and she jerked the base of me in a tight fist as well. My cum spurted and gushed some more, and I grunted and gasped helplessly as she worked it out of me with her deliriously hot sucking bob of her head. She never paused once. The cum flooded out and she took it all, wagging her face from side to side to coax out even more streaming white spew. It came. My entire body tensed into a solid mass of ejaculating male beneath her, and I delivered one more throbbing burst of goo into her slurping little mouth. That was pretty much all I could muster, or so I thought. She finished me off by deep-throating me once again and suddenly found more semen in me that she had not yet drained me of. My entire body arched upward in an orgasmic exertion that lifted my ass right off the bed, thrusting my cock even deeper down her throat as she finished me off.

She allowed me to slowly relax, sinking back down to earth as the ecstasy subsided, leaving me tingling and throbbing all over. Then she released me from her suction, swallowed down my load, and spoke.

"I've never seen so much come fly out of a guy in my whole life."

All I could do was grin. I fell back onto the bed and just lay there as she happily licked my cock, gathering up the stray dribbles of semen that had escaped her greedy little mouth.

"So you honestly don't think I'm a slut or anything?"

I smiled at her. She was stroking my cock with one hand and wiping my cum off her chin with the other, asking me if I thought she was a slut. The irony was adorable.

"Maybe just a little, but in the most beautiful sense of the term."

"I guess I kind of am, a little bit. I don't know. I don't try to be, but we're all kinda slutty. You just get used to it after a while and just go with the flow."

"It's not a bad thing, if it's your choice."

"Yeah. I guess. At least I haven't-"

"Where the hell is Brittany, anyway?" someone said from downstairs.

"I bet you a million dollars she's sucking that Joe guy's cock up there."

"We have a winner," Brittany muttered, turning her face toward the wall to listen to their conversation

"No way. She couldn't be. Not this soon!"

"I bet she is."

"Fuckin' little whore!"

"If there's a cock within 500 feet, she's on it, the little tramp."

Brittany buried her face in my stomach, hiding a brand new blush.

"Lucky bitch. I'm jealous!"

"Yeah! Why should she get all the fun?"

"Let's go check it out."

There was suddenly a stampede of feet as the group of them came running up the stairs like a herd of drunken elephants.

"Uh oh," Brittany said, flashing me the most gorgeous wink I've ever seen. She was apparently in no hurry to get up, throw a blanket over me and act all innocent, like nothing was happened.

"Shhhh! Let's sneak up on them," one of them said. They were not very good at sneaking. We could plainly hear their every word.

Brittany, suddenly pulled her head up again, and took my cock back in her mouth. I'm not sure why, but she apparently wanted to be caught sucking my cock. She continued happily sucking me off without the slightest concern that she'd just met me twenty minutes before. She had my come all over her lips and chin and was currently nursing me back to a second erection when they arrived outside my bedroom door. I folded my hands triumphantly behind my head like a conquering king who had just enjoyed the favours of his favourite concubine.

The door opened a few inches and suddenly five pairs of eyes peeked in to the room.

"I knew it!" one of them said.

"Wow! Nice cock!" another said.

"Lucky bitch!"

The door swung the rest of the way open and they all stood there plainly staring at us as I got head from their young cum-happy little friend.

"What is he, twenty? Twenty-one?" someone asked.

"Inches?"

"No stupid! His age!"

"He looks to be a good eight inches at least. I can't really tell with Brittany hogging the view like that."

Suddenly Brittany pulled off me to speak.

"Why don't you all join me?" she invited. "There's plenty to go around."

My eyes widened. A few minutes ago, she'd been hesitant to do anything with me. Now she was suddenly offering my cock to the rest of them as well. For whatever reason, she was suddenly more worried about what they thought of her than what I did; she wanted to give the impression that she was a champion slut, wild and shameless, when they were around. And she was convincing too. There wasn't the slightest hint of uncertainty in her voice. Perhaps the shy little girl routine had all been an act. But why? I didn't get it at all, but I was getting my cock sucked so I didn't much care.

"Gee, do you think he'd mind?" one of them pouted sarcastically.

"We have no idea where all those other boys are and we're horny as hell."

"Help yourselves then," I said.

The group of them piled into the room and surrounded us on the bed. Without ceremony or hesitation I was pushed back aggressively into the crumpled blankets, and suddenly there were mouths everywhere. Four went to my cock and balls, and two were kissing me. My legs were forced open to accommodate the two girls kneeling on the floor, and the other four of them knelt on the bed, two on each side of me. Hands were all over me and I felt the heat of female arousal fill the room.

"Oh my god," I stammered.

I just closed my eyes and let them take me. I can no longer describe the moment-by-moment details of what happened as I don't specifically remember them all. All I know is that I was engulfed repeatedly by various girls and I didn't even know who was who after a while. I just kept my eyes shut and floated away into the stratosphere of pleasure they were giving me. It literally felt like I was hovering above the bed after a while. I'm not sure why or how, but it was intense. I don't remember how long it lasted either. I think maybe ten or fifteen minutes. I started to feel like a carcass being devoured by ravenous scavengers after a while, as the drunken harem of over-sexed teen girls had their way with me.

"Oh, god! He's gonna come! Ooh yeah, look at that!"

"Give me some of that!"

"Shoot it in her face! Jerk it harder! Oh yeah! Look!"

"There's so much of it. Like, oh my god!"

"Sweet. He's not even losing his hard on!"

"I wanna suck him now. Move bitches!"

"Save some for me!"

"Mmmmm. Ulmph. Mumph!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Maxie."

"Let me know when he's gonna come. I want some of it this time."

And so the dialog went, as I lay there happily being sucked off by several different teen mouths, one after another. Each girl seemed to have her own style, her own intensity. Some were wild and fast, some were deep and slow, some were all wiggly and tickly. Meanwhile two faces dove down underneath to suckle and slather my balls as well. Hands were everywhere too. Then shirts started coming off, and I felt breasts pressed into me as well. The next thing I knew a hot little pussy dropped into my hand and I thrust a finger inside, feeling a snug little squeeze grip me and start grinding down on my hand. And the mouths continued on my dick all the while.

"Go faster! Lick his balls! Ah yeah! There he goes!"

"Here! Here! Over here! Give it to me!"

"Fuckin' A! Look at that semen fly!"

"I want it in my mouth! I want... Ulmph."

"Quit hogging!"

And so on.

Finally I screamed for them to stop. It was too much.

I opened my eyes and saw them all flushed red with arousal, sweaty, shaking, and smeared with my come. Some of them had taken it in the face, and other's had swallowed. I couldn't tell which was which though. They all looked bathed in it. Their hair was all dishevelled and a few of them had stripped off some of their clothes. They were panting expectantly, wondering why I had stopped them.

"Holy fuck!" I said. "You chicks are nuts!"

There was a lewd chorus of giggling and someone took me in her mouth again. I shook from the pangs of over-ripe pleasure and pushed her away.

"Wait! Just let me rest a moment! This is gonna have to slow down or I'll literally have a heart attack here."

"Can we take turns on you then?" one girl asked. "One at a time? Or two maybe? Uh, please?"

"Well, uh, okay. I guess. But you have to let me rest first."

"Sorry. I guess we're all just over excited."

"No shit!" I smirked. "Okay. How many of you are there?"

"Six."

Someone was impatiently taking little kittenish licks at my cock again. The girls were insatiable.

"Wasn't there seven down there before?"

"Uh, Janice went home with Brent. She always wimps out before the real party starts."

"Okay, then. You guys flip a coin or whatever and I'll take two of you at a time. That's all I can do."

"You can do four actually."

"What do you mean?"

"One on your cock, one on your face, and one on each hand. I've seen it done."

"Shit. Okay then. Somebody get me a beer and we'll get started."

"There's no beer left. That's where all the guys went."

"Okay. Forget it then. You guys flip a coin for my cock."

"How about we just pick a number?"

"Sure fine. I'll think of a number from one to six and you guys guess."

(I picked five. )

"Four."

"Two."

"Six."

"One!"

"Four."

"I already said four, you dumb twit!"

"Okay five then."

"We have a winner!" I announced.

I would soon be fucking a dumb twit. I grinned. She was very hot-looking, though her eyes were a little vacuous.

She all but leapt on to me with excitement. Her cunt slid wetly across the length of my shaft and she was guiding it into her hot little hole before I even had time to adjust my position on the bed. It slipped into her with liquid ease and she worked herself down onto it, gathering up its length as its width stretched deliciously into her tightness. She cooed gratuitously and the other gals looked on in envy as it disappeared inside her. Finally she got herself as far down as she could go. It bottomed out in her with a few inches to spare and she began fucking me with youthful feminine vigor.

"Wait! Hold on. The other girls gotta mount up too."

The silly little twit with the gorgeously churning cunt paused, impatiently waiting for the go ahead.

"Okay, who wants the left hand?"

Two girls raised their hands. I pointed at one and she knelt cutely onto my outstretched hand. I slid a couple of fingers into her and began massaging her clit with my thumb. She shuddered and her eyes glazed over. I beckoned to the other gal and she sat herself on my other hand. The girl on my cock began slowly fucking in sweet little circles as my cock throbbed inside her. She reached down and began massaging her clit as well.

Finally a third girl, Brittany I think, took the initiative and jumped onto my face. She straddled my head and dropped her cunt down onto my mouth with a sexy little wiggle that seemed more like a shiver than anything else. I began tonguing her cunt and nuzzling my nose into her clit and she gyrated sensuously above me, milking me for every little sensation she could draw out of me. She had given me some amazing oral attention, now it was my turn to return the favour. Her hole was very small, and I almost couldn't fit my tongue into it. Sheesh! How would I ever fuck this girl?

The last two gals resigned themselves to secondary positions of supplementary pleasure. One got behind the first girl and began licking and kissing my balls as her friend fucked me. Another got behind Brittany and began massaging her breasts, kissing her neck and ears and generally driving her wild in all the places I could not reach.

"Can I fuck now?" the girl on my cock asked impatiently.

"Yes, Christine, you can fuck now."

"Christine fuck nice. Fuck, Christine, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

They teased her mercilessly. She was obviously not the brightest bulb on the porch, but man, could she move on a cock! I felt her pelvis swirling and shifting adeptly as she dragged my cock around inside her. She was hot inside too. She panted lightly at first, and then as she got going her voice went all out as she lost herself in the pleasure of my cock, wordlessly gasping out all sorts of vocal appreciation for the fucking I was giving her.

So there we were, going at it like animals in heat. Me and six girls I barely even knew. It was possibly the most adventurous thing I'd ever done up until that point, and the memory of it would haunt me forever. Christine fucked like a minx and took yet another load out of me within a few minutes. She climaxed herself just before I did and the sweet vibrating clench of her cunt pushed me over the edge. I began spewing upward into her and I hollered deliriously into Brittany's cunt as I came. Brittany in turn climaxed from the vibration of my full-contact growl of ecstasy and she threw her head back in a gorgeously erotic scream of her own. This set off a chain reaction and all of the sudden everybody was coming at once. At least it seemed that way. Then we all screamed in unison as the bed collapsed under our weight and the violence of our orgasmic writhing.

There was a great boom that shook the house and we suddenly found ourselves a half a foot lower than we had been before. The synchronous scream of girlish surprise cut off almost instantly and was replaced by a chorus of chaotic laughter.

"Fuckin' bed!" someone cackled. "It always collapses like this."

The laughter erupted even harder at this, and my cock was squeezed deliciously inside Christine's tight little cunt as her body shook with mirth. I felt my come oozing down my shaft as her muscles churned on me with all their strength. It felt very nice.

I'm not entirely sure if they were laughing more at the humour of the situation, or because of the post-orgasmic giddiness that oozed through them all. Either way, it eventually died down and they all hugged in a gesture of sisterly affection that seemed not uncommon between them. I was patiently taking it all in from my vantage point beneath Brittany's sweetly squirming ass. I couldn't see much, but I didn't care.

"So how was it, Christine?" someone asked her.

"Man what a cock!" she replied, still giggling, still sending shuddering little squeezes into my cock. "I can't feel my legs."

"You couldn't even fit it all inside you, you tight little bitch! What a waste!"

"I don't think any of us could. Look at the fucking thing!"

"I can! Move!" one of the girls ordered. Christine reluctantly dragged her hot, slippery little cunt off me, and for a moment my cock stood cold and alone, covered in her liquid love, as it waited for its next cozy little feminine sheath.

Pretty much everyone rotated at this point. Brittany's cunt was replaced by some other girl's, someone with soft little blond curls that tickled my nose as she waited for everyone to take their places. I felt a warm wet vulva drop onto each of my hands and suddenly my neglected cock was sliding happily into a second cunt. The cunt kept going down and down, and I waited to for it to hit bottom, but it didn't. Finally I felt myself thrust up into the top of the amply accommodating young woman as her hairs gently brushed across the base of my cock. I'd never felt myself so deep inside a woman before. She had one heck of a deep hole, and I began to wonder how she could ever be satisfied with a smaller-sized cock. Surely she'd had a few.

The fucking started once again, more relaxed this time, less urgent and impatient. I began to pick up on a subtle dynamic that played out between the girls as they shared a man. They were feeding off of each other's arousal and spiralling deeper and deeper into the passion of the moment. One girl would moan and squirm, and two others would answer her with even bigger reactions of their own. These two would be answered by and even bigger reaction from two more, and so on. Finally they were all screaming and bouncing up and down on me with wild abandon, and it was all I could do to keep fingering, and tonguing, and thrusting my cock upward, as I was used for all I was worth by these nubile young beauties.

I honestly don't know where I found the energy to keep up with them all, but somehow I did. Perhaps I was sucked into this dynamic myself, feeding off of their lusts as they fed off of each other's. It was, as I said, the most erotic night of my life and I never wanted it to end. I had every intention of fucking every one of them, even if it killed me. I was running on sheer will-power and rampant, unbridled lust that my physical exhaustion could not overcome.

The girl fucking me came before I did, as her predecessor had, and she managed to milk a significantly weakened ejaculation out of me before she climbed off and let another girl have a go.

The next girl scheduled to ride me took the time to nurse my battered manhood sweetly in her delicately attentive little mouth before mounting up. I greatly appreciated the gesture and was soon throbbing fully at maximum erection once again. This girl actually struggled to get me inside her and she was eventually assisted by a second pair of hands who help to guide it in. She fucked me gently up and down, gathering a little more of my length with each slow downward stroke. Perhaps she realized my cock was painfully exhausted by now, or perhaps she was having more trouble taking it all inside her than her girlfriends had. Nevertheless, she eventually conquered me to the bottom of her capacity and began a gentle fucking that tortured me with its caution. I thrust up into her swirling vaginal grip, hardly feeling anything at all, though she was extremely tight. I felt her trembling and her cunt's grip actually hurt a bit each time it squeezed my aching cock.

"Ah, fuck," she whimpered. "It's too big. Hold on. I gotta rest for a moment."

She pulled off me, and went down on me again with her agile mouth, not wanting me to be neglected as she rested her tender little cunt. For a moment I wondered why she wasn't rudely pushed aside for "wasting time", as Christine had been. Then someone leaned down and whispered into my ear.

"Take it easy on her. She's only fourteen. You're like the second guy to fuck her."

That inspired a craze of lust in me all of the sudden, and I couldn't wait to get back inside her.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"It's Brittany, silly. Can't you tell?" the girl whispered in reply.

Brittany!? The little liar had told me she was fifteen, and I'd believed her.

"How would I know?"

"She's like the best cock sucker out of all of us. She's been too afraid to go all the way though, until recently."

The sweet little mouth released me and felt myself sliding carefully into her cunt once more.

"What happened recently?" I inquired. My body tingled as her clamping little box wrapped around me, gripping every part of me snugly in the velvety textures of her slick wet womanhood.

"Some guy popped her cherry while she was passed out. She doesn't even remember it, so technically you're her first."

"Oh goody," I grinned, and went back to licking the cunt that had straddled my face.

This time Brittany braved the pain. She slowly pushed up and down, and squirmed around above me, strangling my cock with delicious pleasures as she moved. Though I had already come more times than I can remember, I began to feel an orgasm building just from the excitement of deflowering this gorgeous young woman - more or less anyway. I pumped in and out of her, feeling the delicious sensations of her vaginal walls sliding back and forth around the thickness of my cock. The numbness of sexual exhaustion began to fade and I cried out beneath her.

"Ah fuck, baby! I'm gonna come! Don't stop!" I managed to sputter out.

"Fuck him, Brit! Fuck him good! Don't be scared. Make him come! Feel it inside you."

"Ah, yes! Ooh yeah!" Brittany called out deliriously. She pumped her ass forcefully up and down on me, working my cock beautifully through her delicately clenching squeeze, and the pleasure was amplified a hundred-fold.

I felt a cheek against my stomach as one of the girls went down on her, licking away at her clit as she rode me. Then a second girl placed her mouth on my balls and that was all I could stand. I lurched upward and throbbed out a final desperate ejaculation into this joyfully bouncing young girl. I'm not sure if she came or not. All I know is that I gave her every ounce of my remaining strength, blasting out my orgasm into her with a barbaric cry. Somewhere in the delirium of orgasm I thought of my dream again, the girls riding glass cocks around a track while the on looking guys cheered. Had it been an omen? This sure had turned out to be an interesting night.

Brittany's gyrating slowed, and finally stopped, and she slumped down on top of me shaking and gasping for air as the intensity of the moment washed through her. We were both covered in sweat and the room stank like sex.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Adam laughed from the doorway.

We all turned to see the five guys standing there in the doorway with cases of beer on their shoulders and wide shit-eating grins on their faces.

"You guys took so fucking long! We couldn't wait any more."

"So you decided to take your lust out on poor Joe here? Look at his fuckin' bed!" one of the guys laughed. "You bunch of horny sluts!"

There was another burst of laughter.

"Who wants a nice cold beer?"

We all raised our hands. A case was cracked open and bottles were distributed to all.

"Welcome to Andersville, Joe!" Adam said, raising his beer into the air.

My body was weak and shaking from the fucking I had gotten. I could barely lift my arm to sip the beer. It was a beautiful kind of exhaustion though. One I would remember forever. I felt welcome.

"To Joe!" they all cheered.

"Fuckin' A!" one of the girls answered. "That boy's got skills."

The party faded from the room, and they all headed to various bedrooms to finish what we had started. Brittany and I remained behind. She was still flopped contently across my chest with my semi-flaccid cock still clutched in the shallows of her cunt.

"Can I keep you all to myself, sweet thing?" I asked.

"No arguments here," she replied dreamily.

I reached up, clicked off the bedside lamp and we fell asleep like that in each other's arms. There was moaning and screaming all through the house as the other six girls were fucked by the other five guys.

It was sure to be an awesome summer.

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