5 comments/ 72204 views/ 69 favorites The Teen Bukkake 'Princess By: ttboi "Brittany, help me clean the kitchen," her mother called. Brittany's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "This damn woman!" "Brittany?" The eighteen-year-old walked indignantly into the kitchen where her mother stood with a bottle of cleaner and a rag. Sweat beaded on the teen's body having just finished her workout. "Mom, I've already told you, I was invited to Jessica's house, and I'm going." The girl took particular delight in arguing with her mother. "Bitch," the teen thought as she walked away. For some time now, her mother had attempted to curtail her daughter's behavior. Every attempt to do so was controverted by the girl's father. Her mother would ask her to help out or to behave a certain way, while her father would attempt to convince his wife that their daughter's actions were only natural teen behaviors and weren't going to hurt anyone. Of course she was a daddy's girl, a princess. Having recently turned eighteen, the tan, blue-eyed bleach blonde thought her mother's persistence a bore and insult. She was eighteen and a woman now! Her mother could go fuck herself. Returning to her room to get ready to go to Jessica's house, Brittany admired her body in the mirror. She pulled off her workout top and shorts and snapped a shot of herself in the mirror with her smart phone, her slim, hourglass waist contorting to make the girl's ass look even larger in her neon orange thong. She made a perfect duckface as she looked over her shoulder to snap the shot. She turned to get a shot of her breasts and toned stomach, her little shaved slit peeking out below. With her petite body, perky C cups, long blonde extensions, and firm round ass, Brittany had become more than conceited. Hers was a world where beauty meant popularity, success, and significance. And in her world, Brittany was at the top of the food chain. She was the young Aphrodite of contemporary America. In other words, a bleach blonde bimbo. A veritable tanning-salon citizen, she was of the stock of conceited teen girl that wears shorts and sweat pants with stupid shit like "Lucky," "Pink," and, well, "Princess," printed on the back just to draw attention to their asses and petite little bodies. Nonetheless, she exuded sex appeal, and with her piercing gaze and beautiful sky blue eyes, she garnered the attention of men of all ages. She had a particular hobby, which consisted of subtly seducing the attention of older men with her actions, flirtations and, of course, her dress. During her family's routine summer cookouts, which she otherwise would have thought beyond boring, Brittany found a special project in eliciting the gaze of the older neighborhood men, men old enough to be her father. Brittany used these opportunities to taunt her father's friends with her body, a commodity she thought too precious for them to have. Standing by her family's pool and patio, it pleased her to wear the skimpiest bikini she could find, and for good reason. Brittany's unique figure, petite and large assed, made a good bikini hard to find. As it was, her bikini bottom could barely cover her ass and often ended up wedged deep in her crack, revealing her tanned cheeks to her silent admirers. Her parents scoffed, but Brittany insisted. The bathing suit looked good on her. With a smug smile, she always felt satisfied knowing that others at the cookout had noticed her numerous "bikini mishaps" as well. One particular neighbor had always stoke her fancy though. Mr. Edwards, or Rob, as her father called him, a good family friend. Throughout the years, Brittany had taken specific pleasure in attempting to tantalize him, wearing skimpy clothes and tight workout attire at inappropriate times when he was around. Like her mom was going to do anything about it! Mr. Edwards, a man in his early-forties, Brittany surmised, was tall, handsome, and dark-haired. His angular jaw line was accentuated by stubble. Brittany made sure to pay particular attention to him in his bathing suit at her family pool, his toned, hairy chest somehow instilling a perverse pleasure in the girl. He was manly, and she liked what she saw. Although she'd fantasized about sucking him off and having him dominate her, she never would have considered actually sleeping with him. But he was nonetheless fun to taunt with her body and actions. Brittany felt confident that he noticed her attention and, for this reason, she was especially bratty in his presence. At the family's last cookout a couple months ago, the teen had stood with her parents, Mr. Edwards, and some other adults in the kitchen. Her mother asked her to get Mr. Edwards a beer from the fridge. "He can get it himself," she replied, as she strutted out the kitchen door onto the pool patio. Brittany just knew that Mr. Edwards would watch her cute ass in her pink bikini as she walked away. This made her feel good about herself. An hour or so later, Brittany sought the bathroom. She was about to wet herself in her little bikini. Finding the door to the first-story bathroom cracked open, Brittany pushed forward. "Oh, fuck!" Brittany had walked in on Mr. Edwards pissing. She closed the door quickly, her face blushing. "Oh, shit," she said to herself. "Oh, my god!" "Doesn't even apologize," Mr. Edwards thought, shaking his head as he zipped his pants up having just shook the last drops of pee from his penis. A couple of weeks after her little tantrum in response to her mother's request she help clean the kitchen, Brittany's parents decided for a few days vacation to visit family out of state. Her family bored her to tears, and Brittany was in no mood. Besides, she had turned eighteen a couple months ago and should be allowed to stay home by herself. Her mom insisted she go but, as usual, Brittany appealed to her father. "It can't hurt, dear," he told his wife. "She's mature and grown-up now. It'll be a good learning experience for her, staying here on her own for a week." Her mother frowned but relented. Brittany could only roll her eyes at her mother as the family left the house for their vacation on a late Thursday afternoon. "She can eat a dick," she thought. That Saturday, Brittany slept in a bit. An hour or so after getting up, the phone rung. Watching her favorite Saturday cartoon programming, she reluctantly answered. "Hey, Brittany, this is Rob." "Oh, hey, Mr. Edwards." Brittany felt her heart rate speed up a bit, completely forgetting the program on TV. "Brittany, would you like to come over to the house? I know you might be feeling lonely with your folks out of town, and I have some friends who would like to see you as well. Maybe you can watch the big game with us. I don't know if you like football or not but, just in case, we're willing to let you have a sip or two of some wine or beer." Brittany couldn't help but giggle. "Maybe if you promise me a glass or two instead." "Sure, thing, Brittany. It'll be our little secret," Mr. Edwards laughed. "Okay, well I'll be over in a bit." "Good. Oh, and Brittany?" "Yes, Mr. Edwards?" "Make sure to wear something pretty for us." Brittany thought Mr. Edwards' last comment particularly odd but, of course, she was going to make herself look pretty. That's what she always did. And besides, this might just be another chance for her to "show off" a bit for Mr. Edwards and some other neighbors. She opted to go with a "sporty" look for the game. Dressed in a loose-fit black tank with cut sleeves that revealed not only her shoulders and neon pink bra but also a good portion of her sides and upper waist, Brittany descended the stairs of her house on her way out. To accompany her strategic top, sexy torn jean shorts with the pockets exposed below the hemline barely covered her thick butt cheeks, which attempted to play peek-a-boo from time-to-time. She stepped slowly down the stairs in a pair of cute white tennis shoes with neon pink highlighting the edges of the shoe seams. A slanted straight-bill ball cap set atop her long blonde hair that nearly fell to the top of her waist. "I'm a straight up gangsta," she playfully thought looking in the mirror right before she opened the door and stepped outside. A couple of blocks later, Brittany arrived at Mr. Edwards' house. The mailman had nearly had a stroke upon seeing her on his route. Walking past him, he could hardly speak. He just passed by her, making some sort of inarticulate animal noise. Brittany laughed to herself. And although it didn't quite register to her in these exact terms, she was pleased by the power she seemed to possess over men. The girl hit the button to sound the bell. She had only recently started drinking at parties, and it pleased her to think that Mr. Edwards was going to give her some booze and treat her like a woman. "I'm gonna get my drink on," Brittany thought. A few moments later, Mr. Edwards opened the door and invited her in. The two stood alone briefly in the opening hall. Numerous male voices sounded from the living room, some shouting emphatically about the game. "You look beautiful, Brittany," Mr. Edwards told the girl, a certain look in his eye suggesting he admired her and her presence. "Of course I do," she laughed. "So, what's up, Mr. Edwards? Who's winning?" "State. Let's go into the living room and watch." Brittany followed the older man. Upon her entrance, the room's attention turned from the game to the young, beautiful "princess," who had just graced their presence. A hush fell over the room, which was full of men, maybe 15 or more, ranging in ages from their mid-thirties to early-fifties. Brittany was familiar with some, although the majority were strangers. The teen couldn't quite shake a slight feeling of awkwardness being the only female but immediately accepted the wine offered to her. Besides, she enjoyed the company of men, and they were careful to provide her with a cushioned office chair that allowed her to spiral around in her place, her motions amusing the men. Although a complete bitch to her peers and everyone in her family, with the obvious exception of her father, she tended to be a bit more disarmed around older men; she enjoyed their confidence and ease. Her biggest game was simply teasing these men. She anticipated having fun, drinking, watching the game, and teasing a little. "Come on, State!" "That pass was shit." "Our QB is just crap." "Your QB? What about our's?" Halftime finally came, and the tension among the men relaxed momentarily. They turned their attention to the little teen in their presence. "Brittany here puts us all to shame," Mr. Edwards claimed, referring to the girl's outfit. "This is just my casual outfit. I can do better than this," she said. Mr. Edwards looked around at the group of men. "So humble, isn't she?" "It is a cute little outfit though," another man offered. "Yes, it is," said Mr. Edwards. "Hey, Jake, why don't you get Brittany and us some music playing." Taking his cue, Jake put some rap music on the house stereo. The sounds vibrated through the house and through Brittany's body. "Ya'll be chillin', huh," Brittany said playfully, swaying her hips sensuously and briefly mimicking the hip hop performers she had seen on TV. The men laughed. "Have you come to impress us, Brittany," Mr. Edwards asked. "I always impress. Didn't you see my booty shake?" "Yes, I did. Why don't you start dancing some more for us?" "Dancing?" "Yeah, why don't you do a little tease for us? Or show us more of that cute little pink bra you have on. You are a tease, aren't you?" Brittany suddenly felt very uncomfortable. What was initially a playful action had seemed to get her into trouble. She enjoyed teasing older men, but she had never been spoken to like this and certainly would not think of actually exposing herself to any of them. It was merely a game for her. "Um, I'm not really comfortable with that, Mr. Edwards," Brittany stammered. "I was just playing around." She looked nervously at the men surrounding her, some standing nearby, others watching her intently from the couch and adjacent chairs. The majority were handsome men, but she had no intentions of doing what Mr. Edwards was asking of her. "Sure you are. We've all seen how you act around us. Wearing sexy clothes. Bouncing your ass around as you walk by us in that prissy little bikini you seem to show off so much. Why don't you show us that pretty pink bra you have on or give us a good look at that thong?" "Excuse you!" "Brittany, don't play coy now. Here's your chance." "Um, I really have to leave now, Mr. Edwards." The girl made an attempt for the exit, but found her path blocked by a few men. Mr. Edwards approached from behind, placing his strong hands on her shoulders and massaging them. "Brittany, Brittany." Mr. Edwards turned the attention of his hands to her waist, running them down further to her exposed upper thighs. His hands gradually made their way to her pussy, caressing it through her jean shorts. Brittany gasped in shock, attempting to break his hold. "Isn't there a reason why you dressed like this for me and these men" Mr. Edwards asked as he kept petting her little pussy. Brittany was terrified. Here were these men, much older and much bigger than her, and she was so helpless. She couldn't think about anything other than this. She was just a girl, and why couldn't they leave her alone! Her mind was becoming a big blank. She panicked. A feeling of abject helplessness, a feeling that daddy's "little princess" had never recognized before, swept over her. "Come on, Brittany," Mr. Edwards said, turning the girl around. "Get down on your knees." Compelled by some force that seemed beyond her will, Brittany descended to her knees. She immediately saw that Mr. Edwards' penis was growing in his pants. "If you're going to act like a bratty little slut, Brittany, then you're going to get treated like one," Mr. Edwards told her, as he unzipped his pants. "I'm pretty sure she's sucked off half the neighborhood. She's just acting like a prissy little bitch to play shy," a man exclaimed from behind her. "Well, we'll take care of that," Mr. Edwards responded. Pulling down his pants and underwear, Brittany was exposed to an enormous penis. Mr. Edwards' cock had to be at least eight or nine inches long and was as thick as her forearm. She had never imagined that his, or any man's, penis could be this big. "You like what you see, don't you?" "Um...I...I really have to go. My parents are going to be back soon." Brittany remained on her knees, almost as if in a position of worship before Mr. Edwards and his exposed prick. Although claiming she needed to leave, she was making no attempt now to get off her knees. "Brittany, I know and you know that's a lie. They're not going to be back for some time, and you have your chance to perform now." "Um...ah...I really have to go." Brittany's eyes were beginning to moisten from the trauma of the experience. She had fantasized about sucking this same man's cock numerous times, but she was scared and shocked now. At that instant, Mr. Edwards' open palm slapped Brittany's face hard. "Listen, you little, bitch! You're a slut, and you better do what a good slut does." Panicked and afraid, Brittany heard herself begin mumbling words together incoherently. She seemed to have no control now. She was just strewing words together, and they made no sense to her. "Now, are you going to suck this cock of mine?" "Oh...um...yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes...yes, sir." "That's a good girl. We're going to teach a little whore like you some manners. Whip that smug little bitch grin off your face," Mr. Edwards retorted. "That's right," some of the others enthusiastically chimed in. "Then maybe she'll be fit to date our sons," laughed another man, old enough to be Brittany's father. "Be a good little whore and put my big dick in your mouth. Service me. I know you've been wanting to." Brittany hesitantly reached for Mr. Edwards' cock, grabbing the top of his shaft with her hand. She could barely cup his penis it was so large. "Now start stroking." Brittany cautiously proceeded, an effect that did not please Mr. Edwards very well. "Come on, you little whore! I know you can do better than that. Stroke me and suck me like you do your little boyfriends." The teen had given some boys at school blowjobs, and she had even fucked one guy, a freshman at State College, but none of them possessed a member like Mr. Edwards'. Mr. Edwards spit on his cock and showed the girl how she should jerk him. Brittany started working on his cock, stroking his length. Working now more vigorously, the girl placed the man's head into her mouth. It was extremely large, and Brittany had to take a little time to familiarize herself with his size. Around the two, the other men had started pulling off their pants, some of them masturbating. All eyes were on Brittany. All eyes on her in her attempt to please Mr. Edwards' cock. The little attention-whore was certainly receiving plenty now. The men watched the girl's head, her long blonde hair under her cap, working frantically in an attempt to please her neighbor. They noticed how she could hardly fit half his cock down her throat. Most of the men were now fully erect and jerking themselves, making declamations of Brittany's character. "Come on, we all now you're a slut!" "You can get more of that big dick down that precious little hatch." "Hey, Rob, I think she's starting to take a liking to you now." While Brittany continued to work on Mr. Edwards' cock, another man approached from behind. "Craig, you wanting to get in on this," Mr. Edwards asked. "Fuck yeah. I'm going to get this little girl's clothes off. Have us a naked fellatin' bitch in here." A resounding laugh echoed through the living room as Craig slid Brittany's tank down her shoulders. It now lay at her waist, her bra the only article of clothing protecting her slim upper body. Craig then pulled her bra cups down, exposing her perky teen tits to her audience. The men cheered at the sight of her perfect round breasts and pointy nipples, which had been darkened somewhat by her tanning. Her brilliant blonde hair only increased their pleasure. "Come on, princess, stand up," Mr. Jones, a family friend, demanded, as he knocked the girl's ball cap off her head playfully. As a group of men raised her up, someone pulled her shorts down pass her ass with so much strength and eagerness that the fastening button broke loose. Brittany's pink thong was now available to her suitors. The men grabbed at her waist and ass, pulling the thong outward and running their fingers through her crack and revealing her privates. Finally, one of the group, an attractive forty-something with a toned body, ripped her thong down and violently forced her to the floor by cupping the back of her neck. Brittany's little pink butthole looked so pretty as it welcomed him. The man slapped her big ass flaps with heat. Unable to keep his composure, he spread the teen's cheeks and immersed his face in her ass. She moaned in frustration, unable to understand why these men were so mean and hoping she might be released. He kissed her puckered hole almost as if he were attempting to make romantic love to her face. Brittany's asshole was soon made wet, and the man made every effort to plunge his tongue down the hole. He inserted his finger into her rectum and explored. He punched her asshole with vigor. Another finger widened the hole, while the young girl begin to moan in agony. Reluctantly, he had to relent. The girl's ass was too tight and too unexplored. This was not the time. "Don't reckon' that little butthole's going to take these dicks," another observed. The Teen Bukkake 'Princess "Not unless you want her to scream to wake the entire neighborhood," the man who was attempting to tongue-punch her hole responded. The crew was only mildly disappointed by their young "girlfriend's" anal deficiencies. She was only eighteen and, besides, she had two other slutholes to offer, and that was still plenty enough. She attempted to please the dicks that were offered here despite the sick feeling that channeled through her stomach. A wall of cock often surrounded the teen, and she desperately tried to take hold of every suitor and wet his prick with her mouth. The men patiently took turns with young Brittany, who sucked and jerked to the best of her ability. After several minutes of her oral pleasing, a couple picked Brittany up, each holding one leg and buttocks, spreading her wide for an experienced suitor, as she wrapped an arm around the shoulder of each of the two holding her. Several men took their turns at her, pumping her hard with dicks that ranged across the spectrum in size. The girl moaned and sighed. These men were making her cunt wet. Finally, Mr. Edwards inserted his giant prick. While the other men still held her body up, she looked to see who it was getting dips on her now. Upon seeing that it was Mr. Edwards thrusting inside her, the girl felt sweet relief. She closed her eyes and dropped her head into her suitor's arms. Mr. Edwards felt so good. "Ohhhh...ohhhh....please fuck me harder." "I'm doing that, baby girl." Mr. Edwards drove it home, fucking the girl as hard as he could manage. "Please don't stop. Please!" The girl's exclamations ringed throughout the living room and the hall. The host blasted away with his cock as the teen cummed all over him, her back arching up and convulsing in the men's arms. Shivers racked her body. Her spine twisted as her suitors held her tight. As she sighed and attempted to gather herself, the men placed her back down on the carpet. For a moment, no one seemed sure how to proceed. The sight of Brittany cumming on Mr. Edwards' dick had been too much perhaps. It didn't take too long, however, for a large black man to approach Brittany, who was now anxiously awaiting whatever or whomever was next for her. She had begun fingering her pussy as she knelt there on the floor. Two other black men approached alongside. They were the only non-white members of the crew. The other men, however, seemed particularly fascinated by the event about to unfold. "Gonna see if she likes her some chocolate, Marcus" one of the white men asked. "You know it, brother." "We just letting you white boys soften her up a little first," one of the men standing beside Marcus said in jest. Brittany looked at the cocks of the three men. They were large and impressive, as large as Mr. Edwards', if not even bigger. Veins throbbed throughout their length. The spit they had been lubricating their cocks with allowed their big black pricks to glisten in the light of the living room. "Okay, little princess. Here you go," Marcus said as he looked down at her. Brittany took hold of his giant dick and placed it smoothly in her mouth, her pink lips creating a unique contrast to the man's black shaft as she slobbered upon it. It was so thick, she had difficulty spreading her jaws. And her mouth was beginning to hurt from taking all these men. These black men were not helping the matter. "That's it, girl, you can do it," Marcus encouraged. "Don't give up now. You getting to be nasty now." Brittany looked up at the man with her pretty blue eyes, his huge black cock massaging her throat. The two other men huddled in, their erect dicks pointing straight at the white teen's face. All three attempted to shove their big black cocks in her mouth at the same time for fun. Just to make her sweat a bit. Brittany's face resembled that of a tuna's. The other men had fun making jokes about her apparent state of duress while she moaned like a whore in her attempt to accommodate her new black friends. "I can't stand this shit, anymore. Take that bitch to the couch," Marcus demanded. The two men dragged Brittany by her arms to the couch, where they placed her on her back, propping her pussy at the edge for Marcus. Kneeling, Marcus inserted his impressive dong into the teen. Brittany yelled in surprised pain. "It's okay, baby girl. We gonna take good care of you." Marcus gently began to thrust his cock inside her. Soon, Brittany was adjusting, and Marcus pumped with full vigor. The black man fucking her was a square-jawed, flawless specimen. He possessed a hint of stubble, and he grunted such that Brittany could not help but be turned on by his raw manliness. "That's it, girl." Marcus groaned fiercely as he blasted away. "We going to get this little white bitch in her place, yes sir." "Come on, my brothers, get you a turn," Marcus said to the two men seeking Brittany's oral attention as she lay on her back on the coach. While one of the men sat on the coach, another picked the girl up and placed her on his friend's dick, her sweaty ass facing the rest of the room. Rap music still sounding over the stereo, the "big game" still on, Brittany's ass fat jiggled all over Demario's long, thick cock. The sound of skin flapping against skin made the living room a veritable erotic echo chamber. Her pussy was so wet by this point that her own cum was running down her upper thighs. Demario appeared to be the youngest member of the entire group of men, maybe in his mid-thirties, yet Brittany looked intensely in his eyes as if she were the experienced one and he the novice. Mingling with the music and the drone of the announcer was Brittany's moans. Demario's cock felt so good. She placed her arm around the back of his neck as he fucked her hard. The contrast between the bleach blonde and the jet black skin of her new friends excited the entire cohort of men who masturbated even harder. Brittany's pussy was sopping wet as she came hard on Demario's cock. "Ohhhh, shiiiiitttttt,this white girl going off," Marcus jokingly sounded. The rest of the men couldn't help but laugh. Tyquan, or "Ta-Ta," as they called him, pushed the girl off his friend's cock. He forced her in a perfect doggy stance, on all fours, her ass facing out from the couch. He rode her hard, pulling her long blonde hair, and her neck turned up and eyes shut. She sounded like a complete whore. "I'm gonna ride this little white pony," Ta-Ta laughed to the others. The girl's ass cheeks flapped relentlessly in tune with the sound of Ta-Ta's thrusts hitting her skin. Mr. Edwards smiled. "Rob, brother, I can't take this anymore," Marcus said. "I'm ready to blow. Like fuckin' Krakatua." Stroking his thick cock, Mr. Edwards responded, "Yeah, man, I think she's ready now." "So, does "daddy's little princess" like some cum," someone asked. "If she doesn't, she will after we're through," Mr. Edwards remarked. "She's had her fun so far. That little pussy has enjoyed this a bit too much. It's time for her to really learn some manners. Time for daddy's girl to get herself a fucking reality check." A few men lifted her off Demario's huge black prick and forced her head down into the couch cushions. Her big tanned ass was contorted in the air so that it nearly resembled a heart, the upper contours of her butt forming a perfect shape as they dipped down to her crack. Sweat dripped down her ass cheeks, given the impression her butt had been oiled. "Twerk for us, princess!" "Twerk, twerk, twerk," she crew shouted in unison. Brittany's cheeks begin to flap up and down, her ass fat finally performing that dance the men had demanded of her earlier. Her asshole peaked out on occasion, as her ass fat jiggled to the tune of a perfect little number. "Ya'll ready for this shit?" The little teen felt something extremely stiff and cold intrude upon her asshole. A short, stiff plastic object had entered her. Mr. Edwards hoisted the canister up higher and the whip cream poured into her ass. The girl felt the cold sensation inside; it sent her into chills and made her butthole tickle. She whipped her long blonde hair back so that the majority of her beautiful mane rested on her back near her ass crevice. With eyes bathed in mascara, she looked up at the wall before her. There was a family picture. But Brittany couldn't think. "Okay, girlie, shit it out for us." Someone pulled her butt cheeks as far apart as manageable to expose every bit of her anus. Brittany was confused but quickly learned that the only way to get this mess out of her rectum was by forcing it out. She strained. Her little face contorted and turned red. The family portrait stared down as the inexperienced girl slipped up. She farted the cream out, repulsed and embarrassed. The stream of whip cream blasted out on to the floor in an artistic wave. The men, however, did not seem to mind and made her lick the milky cream up. Brittany wanted to barf, she was so uncomfortable and humiliated. But she kept at it. Finishing her sloppy meal, several of the men laid on separate cushions of the couch, lifting up their legs and exposing their hairy assholes to the girl. Someone grabbed her from behind and drove her to the first man of the gauntlet. "Eat those buttholes, fuck pig." Brittany was horrified by the sight awaiting her. Although every fiber of her viscera reacted with sheer revulsion to what these cruel men were doing to her, she struggled for self-control. And could find none. It was almost as if these men had usurped her body and mind, her entire will. When commanded, she just did things now. She was machine-like in her compliance. The girl's tongue met the first butthole, which greeted her with a stale, tangy stink. The taste was horrible, but the girl was persistent. Reaching the last man on the "asshole gauntlet," Brittany once again descended with her tongue. Just then, the man released a tremendous fart in her face which, being only a half-inch or so from his exposed hole, engulfed her in a cloud of nauseating gas. The smell was so intense and awful that the teen had to pull back and gather herself. She felt vomit come up her throat, but held it back, gagging with her hands to her neck. "Nice touch, man," an onlooker complimented the gentleman. Everyone laughed, except Brittany, still composing herself and moving back to the task at hand. Once the girl was finished, a man looked over at Mr. Edwards. "Think she's up to it, Rob," he asked. "I think she's more than up to it." The inquiring man took a towel and wiped the sweat from Brittany's chest. The young girl remained on her knees, wondering what could possibly be next. Were these men done with her now? She had been pleased but was ready for them to let her go home now. The man then took a black marker and wrote the words, "Toilet Princess," across her chest. Confused, Brittany tried to look down at what he was writing on her. Before she could make the words out, the man whispered in her ear, "It says 'Toilet Princess.' " A couple of men picked the girl up and carried her to the bathroom in the hall. She screamed, but everyone present knew it was merely an act. She had intended this all along. And here she was. They pulled the shower curtains to the side and placed her in the tub, forcing her to her knees. The cold of the tub's enamel sent an icy sensation through her body. The young girl looked back at the men, unsure why they had put her there. The feeling of dread pulsated through her little body, but it was a sensation also met with anxiousness and curiosity. Several men huddled at the edge of the tub. When the first stream of golden piss hit her forehead, the teen immediately dropped her jaw in surprise. Was this happening? The warm pee parried the cold of the icy tub and small portions of splattering piss met her exposed tongue. Warm and bitter. The other men joined in, four streams hitting her pretty little face and tits at the same time. "There we go, we'll clean the slut right off of you." "Open your mouth." The teen consented and warm streams of piss shot the back of her throat. The taste was horrid and, once again, Brittany had to relent to gather herself, bending her head down and grasping for her throat to keep the vomit back. The streams now hit her beautiful bleach blonde hair. After another round of piss, as the girl still huddled down attempting to keep her vomit back, Brittany's blonde extensions were soaked with the stench of urine. Pee dripped from her body and yellow trails of piss slid off her on their way to the drain. "Okay, boys, 'Toilet Princess' is halfway there," Mr. Edwards stated. "You all ready to finish her off?" "Fuck yeah," the group enthusiastically responded. "Have at her then, and enjoy." Having nearly barfed on herself, the girl recovered. Brittany saw several men enter the bathroom, while others waited outside, peering in. The men standing by the tub jerked themselves, moaning and hot. The first to go shot a hot load all over the girl, his cum hitting her chest and running down her boobs. The others soon added their cum, plastering their little "girlfriend's" face with salty streams. One pale, relatively chubby man with a small prick couldn't contain himself any longer as he waited in line for the girl in the hallway. He went all over the white carpet, his cum drops splattering a pattern as if by design. Noticing this, another told him not to worry, that "princess fuck pig" would lick up the slop later, after the others were finished with her. Wave after wave of men alternated in-and-out of the bathroom. Brittany's face and chest were now covered in a warm, thick goo. She could no longer open her eyes as the sting of semen was too much when she attempted to do so. Jizz dripped off her face and boobs and puddled on the tub's enamel around her knees. Another man placed his cock over her head and came slowly on the top of her head. "There's you a princess crown!" "I can do one better than that," Mr. Edwards said, who had held his load in order to accommodate his friends first. Mr. Edwards placed a cheap, gaudy tiara on Brittany's head. The teen heard him grunting as he masturbated. His manliness made her even wetter. And then she felt what could only be another huge load dump on her head. Mr. Edwards had finalized the little princess's coronation. After the crew was finished relieving themselves on the teen, Mr. Edwards looked at the others. "Well, she always thought she was a princess. Now she is." "Shit, if she keeps this up, she'll be a queen before long," someone replied. The group laughed. Overhearing the men, Brittany attempted to wipe the semen bath from her face. She couldn't help but grin.