3 comments/ 5503 views/ 4 favorites Frances Haddon's Pillow Book Pt. 01 By: SizeQueenSupreme Hey all, here's yet another new story! This is my first attempt to write something vaguely British (Though not with proper spelling or colour, obviously.) If you're curious about other things I'm working on, please get in touch with me via my contacts information page here. And please, if you leave comments, don't feel the need to hide behind anonymity. I know my work isn't for everybody, but I have a proven track record of taking all criticism with grace and kindness, all being anonymous does is deprive me of the chance to learn from my mistakes and come to understand what might please you better. Enjoy! --Veronica Divine ***** Dear Diary (Before we begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: I was complicit in every word you are about to read. There are times when I may embellish to suggest I'm powerless at times when I'm really not (because what can I say, it makes for a more scandalous read, doesn't it?) and with the exception of me hitting my own head on a bed at one point I was fully in charge of my faculties and choices. I could have said 'no' to anything that happened. I could have walked away. I chose not to, because as depraved and dark as these experiences were at times, they were exciting, and, being the pervert I'm slowly discovering myself to be, I wanted them. Now, with that disclaimer to make anything that might seem like dubious consent clear as enthusiastic consent, let's proceed, shall we?) Dear Diary Again, This has been the best 18th birthday party a girl could have. I got a new car, American, a beautiful little Red Camaro, new sunglasses, a pair of diamond earrings, and a new custom-made bra, since I outgrew the largest K-cup one I had. It's a good thing my mum and pop are so successful or we'd never be able to afford to keep my boobs up. It's quite comfortable. I tried it on along with the earrings before my bath tonight. They go great with my ginger-tinted black hair and pale crystal eyes. There I go again, expositing my own features to my own fucking Diary. No wonder the maid thinks I'm an egoist. But damnit, Diary, what can I say? I look good. Ugh, now I'm going to have a go at myself in the shower. I don't know what's with me lately, but I just can't seem to take sex off my brain. I keep trying to push it to the back of my mind, but there it is again. Last night I dreamed I was getting worked over by "The Ordinary Boys", only they were making *me* sing. Is it normal for a virgin to have such elaborate sex dreams? I'll write to you again, dearest darling most adorable diary, when I get to my new home at Cobham Hall. Out on my own, away from my parents for the first time. I think it's going to be a ton of fun! ***** My spirits sang as I walked across the campus towards the south Tudor wing of Cobham Hall. The campus was beautiful, the air was crisp and cool (which had the unfortunate side effect of making my fat nipples poke through my tee-shirt a bit) and I was about to meet my dorm-mates. There were to be three of them, one second year and two older girls. In addition to the tee-shirt I had easy moving clothes... shorts, a thong, my birthday bra, and sensible ugly shoes. My spirits dropped however when I finally opened the door to the room. The first thing I took in was the size of the place. The room was far smaller than any place I'd ever lived by myself, and here I was, about to be grouped with three others in it. The second problem was the STATE of the place. There were clothes everywhere, left-over food wrappers, and other nasty nick-nacks. Lastly, there were my roommates themselves. All three of their eyes popped out, fixing on my chest like everyone always does at first. We all just stood in silence a moment taking each other in. "Ahhhhh, so you're the new filth." Said the tallest of the three, a slim Red-head with short hair. She was curvy, but nowhere near as curvy as me, with some nicely defined muscles. Her green eyes traveled up and down my form in a way usually only done by men. In one hand, she held a bright red apple that she was lazily tossing up and down. That was a little intimidating, but I was far more frightened by the long black riding crop she held in her other. I sincerely hoped she was about to go saddle up. The next girl was petite in all dimensions save one. Despite her being short and slight and somewhat flat-chested, her ass curved out like a pear, high and rounded. She was wearing thick-rimmed black glasses that matched her jet-black long hair, currently done up in a bun. "No no, Denise, call her by her proper name. Clearly she's called Titty-McBrabuster Wobblemelons." She taunted. "No. Filth is Filth." Said the third girl, a blonde with astonishing gold eyes, her smile was malicious as well and I could only swallow as she moved around behind me to lock the door with an audible CLICK. "What's going on?" I asked, setting down my purse. I wished I had stuff, but my valet wouldn't be bringing it for a few hours at least. "Ohhhh nothing, love... we're just all going to be good friends here is all." The blonde caressed my cheek. "I'm Sylvia." She said, abruptly giving my bum a friendly spank. "Yes we are." Said the Brunette. "I'm Matilda. I'm your age, but ahead of my class so I've already been here a year. "You just have to learn some rules first." Ginger Denise said, standing right in front of me, her impressive breasts nearly touching my more impressive ones. "What rules?" I asked, swallowing hard, intimidated by her confidence and proximity. "Rule number 1." She said, whipping her hand out and grabbing my Tee-shirt, TEARING it open from the collar down. She whistled at the sight of my bra, roughly spinning me to let Matilda unhook it and Sylvia pull the cups from my tits. I had never been stripped so fast! "Bloooooody hell, she's a fucking L-CUP!" Sylvia hooted, staring at my label. Denise scowled, turning me back around. "Rule number ONE!" Denise Growled. I opened my mouth to ask why she was being so mean and she silenced me with a swat of the riding crop across my thigh. "RULE NUMBER ONE!" She roared. "I am TOP BITCH around here. That means my boobs are the biggest!" I blinked in astonishment, "Well you can hardly do anything about my--" She interrupted me by giving my right breast a meaty slap with her hand, the huge chest-melon wobbling all over. I opened mouth again only to be reward by her smacking the other one. "Ladies? Confiscate her tits. She's lost boob-having privileges for the week." Denise barked it out like an order and Sylvia and Matilda set on me, roughly gripping me as they spun and pushed me around between them. I was disoriented, so t took me a moment to realize they had a thick roll of some black material, they were binding it around my torso. The stuff seemed to grip to itself and they pressed in hard. Soon I was bound up, bosom painfully smooshed flat. Sylvia slipped a new shirt over my head, spinning me now to face the mirror. I looked flat-chested...and kind of fat. Denise stepped up to me again, tangling a hand in my hair and bringing my face down into her now only bra-clad breasts, grinding me into her cleavage. She slowly ground me in to the softness. "That's right bitch. Bigger than yours now. Hey girls! I think she likes it!" She cackled, jiggling her torso to batter my head around. She wasn't entirely wrong... I was in a little pain and utterly humiliated, but something about the sheer lewdness of what was happening to me made my pussy tingle. Finally Denise cast me off, and I tripped a bit on a lower bunk, sitting down hard. "Rule number TWO!" Denise barked, reaching under the mattress of the bunk above me. She produced something absurd I could only stare at. "If you're gonna hang with us, you have to be able to fucking handle a real man!" She leveled the object for my face and slowly yet forcefully crammed it against my lips. "Open up, bitch!" My life at home was sheltered. I knew what I was looking at was a reasonable simulacrum of, well, a male organ. But of the few of those I'd seen in life, THIS one was huge, easily a full 8 inches long and as thick as a broom handle. Now the thick head of this...this dildo, was being bludgeoned against my lips. Seeing now choice in the situation I parted my full lips and dropped my jaw, only hoping that this psychopath wasn't going to kill me. I'm not sure if she was or not. She stuck it in, just the first few inches at first, letting it sort of rest on my lower lip. "SUCK!" She commanded as she wiggled it around, viciously challenging every angle of my mouth. It made the strangest noise as I sucked, a sort of slurpy rhythm broken up by the way she wrenched it around. That weird little demon that lives inside me seemed to like this noise, and my face turned bright red as my sex went from merely tingly to wet. I hoped the moisture wasn't showing through my shorts. I was sure if this madwoman realized I was aroused there would only be more exotic punishments in store for me. My reverie was interrupted by her thrusting it in deep, an audible gagging noise filling the room. I brought my arms up...I could have pushed her away or slapped the thing out of my hand, but some part of my wanted to prove myself. Instead I did a curious thing; locking eyes defiantly with her I reached up and gently caressed the large testicles at the base of the fake dick. She looked in shock, not sure what to make of that. Then I crammed forward, letting the big thing enter my throat. That was a mistake. I gagged hard, choked, and nearly puked, whipping my head back to allow freedom and air, accidentally smacking my head on the top bunk with a resounding *CRACK* I was out like a light. ---------- ------------- Dear Diary, My dreams have been odd lately. They're all...dirty. In my dreams, people are always taking their clothes off, licking each other, groping... everything is always glistening wet. Bodies are sweating. It's raining. I don't understand it. I'm a good girl! I swear to you diary, I never used to spend so much time thinking of all this stuff, now it's always on my mind, even when I'm asleep. After I hit my head, I woke up in a strange room, with beds and pillows all over. Then a door opened and *I* walked in. I was dressed in a strange red outfit, leather I think, and bright red. A tiny top held up my huge tits from the bottom, the tops of my areolas peaking above the rims of the cups, and beneath I wore only a black thong with fire painted on the crotch. I also had horns...tiny ones, and might have seen a tail swishing around back there. "What is this? Who are you?" "I'm you." She said. "The real you. I'm the little Demoness you have lurking inside. The one that knows what it wants and is going to start going for it real soon." "And what is it I want, huh?" "You know the answer to that. And you shall have it. And don't worry...we're going to get revenge on those bitches you're bunked with too." She sashayed over to me, lifted one of my tits in her palm and let it drop with a bounce. The second I felt the tug, I snapped awake. --------------------- The tug I felt was the pressure of my poor bound up boobs. You just can't conceal as much sheer bosom tonnage as I have without causing some fairly serious discomfort. I blinked and looked around. I seemed to be in some sort of gymnasium, large and desolate... but this one was filled with people in varying states of chaos. There were maybe 50 of us, all around the same age, all looking confused and scared. Half were women, half, oddly enough for a female boarding school, were men. One gender was indeterminate because they were so thoroughly wrapped up in duct tape, nothing about them could be determined, apart from their obvious wriggling discomfort. It became clear to me that I was the only one who had been unconscious, and one of the few unbound at the hands or ankles. I stood and walked around, looking for a way out. The doors, alas, were chained shut, and when I caught my reflection I was humiliated to see various words drawn on my face in makeup. "Slut." "Filth" "Bitch." "Whore." Then there was the crudely drawn outline of a penis on my forehead. My face flushed crimson. Suddenly, as though planned in ceremony, two locked doors to the male and female locker rooms burst open, and in strutted an older boy and an older girl I had never seen. The male, a tall, handsome, athletic looking brunette with one of those awful "Faux-hawk" hairstyles swaggered an extra step forward, speaking to us all in a booming churlish drawl. "Good afternoon, Filth. Welcome to the last part of your initiation. My name is Nigel, and I represent the contingent of boys from the Rochester Golf Club down the road. I have bad news, ladies...if you look around you; these are the only boys you're going to be allowed to fraternize with during your time here at Cobham Hall. If I do so say so myself, I've never seen a sadder, punier bunch of little bitchboys in my whole life. And I've seen a lot of filth." Then the girl stepped forward. She was blonde, slender, tall, blue-eyed, with a cruel smirk that seemed to be perpetually engraved on her face. "Well-put Nigel. I don't think the boys are in luck either. Look at these bitches! I don't think a one of them has a brain in her head or a boob in her bra. Your fellows will be lucky if these sad things can figure out which bits of them the dick is supposed to go in. Shall we?" "Allison, we shall." He responded, and the two of them wandered amongst us. Each had part of a deck of playing cards, and as they passed, they handed (or in duct-taped boy-or-girl's case, stuck) a card to each of us "Filth" as we had apparently become known. As they did so, other older boys and girls began to march in. It was a much larger group than the assembled Filth, which was not surprising since it comprised every 19, 20, and 21-year old between the two institutions. Three years against one. So this was how hazing worked. Now I saw my roommates again, Denise as usual at the head of them, the three surrounding me yet again. I began to wonder if their three bodies leering over me would be how I would always remember the trio. "SMITH!" Shouted Nigel. Three boys pulled a scared looking ginger forward, taking from him the card he'd been assigned earlier, the 9 of spades. "THIS ONE!" Allison called in response, indicating a mousy young girl with a 9 of clubs. The six boys and girls who were in charge of each of them marched their respective victims together, into the locker rooms. The Gym was silent for maybe 15 minutes. Then the door swung open, the nameless girl sheepishly walking back into the room. She was red from head to toe, humiliated clearly, and walked in mincing little steps. The three girls with her did not attempt to stop her as she fled the gym. The boy, Smith, never emerged. I found this part the most frightening. I waited. And waited. And waited. The ritual continued and girl after girl fled the gym. Some were quiet. Some sullen and ash faced. A few left bawling in tears. One left completely wet, her perky nipples showing through her soaked blouse. My roommates made small talk, discussing the weather, or pointing out things they thought about the different Filth. The three made a pact that after things were done here; they were going to sneak into town to go get some unlady-like drinks at one of the pubs a few miles away. Hours and hours later I was the last present. "Haddon." Nigel intoned, not bothering to shout to the much emptier gymnasium. He simply pointed at me, then at the one who bore my card, a short, nervous looking little man with large glasses and a stupid looking necktie. Denise, Sylvia and Matilda grabbed my shoulders and back, leading me into the locker room. The awkward looking boy was chucked in as well. "You're lucky, Filth." Said Denise. "We've decided to go easy on you since we already put you in your place pretty well back in the room." "You're not getting off so lucky." Nigel said to the still un-named boy. "We're gonna let you off light here, maybe even let you have a little fun. But later tonight we're gonna beat the shit outta you. Sleep with one eye open, bitch-boy." Nigel backed it up with a crack of his Knuckles. I could tell this guy was an asshole already, but that just threw it into overdrive. "Now then." One of the other boys added. "Let's introduce you, then." He cleared his throat. "Frances Haddon, this is Jack Lassater. Jack, Frankie." One of the boys slapped him on the back of the head, just to be a bastard. Now Denise stepped closer to use. "Your mission is simple, Jack. We just want you to cut Frankie's shirt open." She produced a pair of scissors. "We don't want you to hurt her, now." His voice cracked. "Uh, okay. Um. Sorry Frankie." I scowled. If he were a real man couldn't he say no? Take his lumps? Then I noticed one of Nigel's fellow classmates folding his arms. He made Nigel look as weak as Nigel made Jack look! The damned things were like a pair of prizewinning hogs growing right from his shoulders, heavy and thick. One punch from one of those would probably shatter poor little Jack's brain-pan. I was instantly flooded with sympathy. The girls had been rough on me, sure, demeaning even, but there was no need for such direct violence, such a contemptuous display. I resigned myself to hold still, let him cut my shirt, and maybe even give him a little show. I thought of it as giving a dying man his final pleasure. He was nervous, his hands trembled, and I was more than a little worried he would slip and stick me somewhere sensitive. He slowly, carefully moved his hands, breath shaky as more and more of my shirt split. When he reached the level of the binding, he paused, slipping the scissors cold against my skin to delicately sunder the nagahide that bound me. Here he had to have the patience of a locksmith, sloooowwwwly cutting the binding and shirt away, leaning in close to make absolutely sure he was not cutting skin, yet still making progress. He only had to be about 75% of the way done for the explosion to happen. So much titflesh compressed into such a small place was more than a match for the stitches of cloth he was still working on, and my boobs launched out! The colossal pair wrapped right around his head, totally swallowing his head into my cleavage, the shreds of my shirt fell to the floor, and the scissors were launched from his grip with such force that they stabbed into the wall. The boys in the room gasped and stared appreciatively. Sylvia and Matilda giggled. Denise's eyes flashed down to her own rack and back to mine, a look of jealousy plain on her face. A little part of me was even proud as absurd as the situation was. Pride turned to horror when the cameras came out. All three of the girls has been hiding them at the ready until this moment and now there were flashes and clicks everywhere, shot after shot my exposed tits with a boy sandwiched between them, shot after shot of him pulling back sheepishly, hair tousled, shot after shot of me blushing redder and redder, my humiliation growing by the moment. Finally they had enough it seemed and the boys walked out. Denise came close, shoving Jack's head back into my boobs one last time as she spoke to me. "We own you now filth. Step out of line one millimeter and these pictures become screensavers, posters, and postcards that get mailed to your parents. Got it?" She asked. I shook my head in overwhelmed terror. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because this is how you're supposed to treat filth. Because I don't like you. Most of all though, dear, filth, because it's fun." She shot back. Then with a single playful tweak of one of my thimble-sized nipples she strode from the room, the other girls in tow. Jack and I stood there a long moment, basking in what had just happened, our shared humiliation hanging thick in the air like the fog on a moor. But shame was slowly replaced by anger. That Demoness who lived inside me was *not* pleased to see me laid low like this, and she was already contemplating revenge. My brain flicked through idea after idea, no quite knowing the best form for vengeance to take. Frances Haddon's Pillow Book Pt. 01 Then I looked down. "Oh...My...God!" I exclaimed, both hands going to my mouth. "What is it?" Jack asked, seeming perhaps at least a little relieved that silence had been broken. "What is THAT?" I asked pointing at the enormous bulge tenting the front of Jack's trousers. He blushed and stammered a moment. "Do I uh...do I really have to tell you? I'm sorry but you're uhhh, your..." He sheepishly stuck out a finger, poking my mammoth left boob. "Got me excited." Suddenly revenge clicked into place, and I would get to satisfy my inner Demoness in other ways as well. I set my plan into motion. "Hey Jack...you don't wanna go back to the country club and get beaten up by those boys, do you?" I asked. "Of course not. But I have nowhere else to—"I interrupted him by simply leaning forward, giant jug totally obscuring his face and silencing him. "You're going to come stay with me." I said. "Is that allowed?" He asked. "I don't care." The Demoness answered. Dear Diary, it isn't that sex is a complete mystery to me. I know what it is. I know how to do it. But my parents have always kept me under such a close watch I've just never gotten to have it yet. Oh I took my own virginity out of curiosity when I was young, and I experimented and played. I watched it at times. Never porn on the internet; it just doesn't excite me if it isn't real, but whenever I happened to catch a glimpse of nudity, or saw something interesting happening through a window or a keyhole, I was entranced. It felt like an eternity till we reached my room, him hunching slightly to keep his bulge from being too obvious, me with a towel wrapped awkwardly around my top. It covered my nipples, but barely, my tits were just generally too large to contain. Luckily it was late, and while we saw a person or two, they were always heading off somewhere else. I think most of the rest of "The Filth 'were sequestering themselves in their rooms after going through humiliating experiences like I had, while the older girls were off in town, living up their domination. A domination that in my case was about to end. When we got into the room I chucked the towel aside and sat down on Denise's bunk, the other one on the ground level like mine. "Come here." I said beckoning for him to stand right in front of me. "I have GOT to see this!" Nervously he came close, clearly sort of afraid of the titanic tits that had so recently punished him, but clearly drawn by them as well. He had kept his impressive hardon for the whole walk over, and I could only marvel at its apparent size. Still I found myself running a hand over it, drawing a shuddering breath from him as I caressed. Then my fingers found his zipper. I took it down slowly, unbuckled and unbuttons, sliding his pants down, thumbs hooking the waistband of his pants so that they came down with his trousers, my eyes widening as he was exposed, centimeter after centimeter of long shaft coming into view. He was bigger than any boy I'd ever seen. Bigger than my fantasies. The thing was EVEN larger than Denise's dildo I'd choked on earlier! "Oh JACK!" I exclaimed. "You're ENORMOUS!!" He blushed deep, shoulders barely shrugging as if not knowing what to say. I groped around the bed and grabbed the toy after a brief frantic search, finding it beneath her mattress. Returning I held his cock up to it, pleased to see that I was right. His dick was at least an inch longer and so thick that if I held his dick in front of the dildo, it was completely obscured from sight. This was a fucking monster! I threw the dildo aside and begin to jerk the enormous thing in my hand...it was so thick my fingers weren't even close to meeting around it and I added a second hand so he'd get full coverage. We both laughed as my giant knockers slapped together from the sheer amount of jiggling that happened when I beat off the 9 inch prick. While I jacked away I leaned sideways, peering down at the plump pair of balls beneath, they hung in his scrotum like a couple of Italian plumbs. There was something mesmerizing in the way they swayed and swung in their wrinkly sack. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I leaned forward, just burying myself in his nasty ball bag, grinding my lips, tongue, and face all over it, rubbing his nuts on every millimeter of my countenance. He reached down, sheepishly rubbing at a big tit as I did so. I leaned back for him, holding my breasts aloft so that his nutsack could rest in the crook of my cleavage. "Do you like having big balls?" I asked innocently, leaning my face down to tongue them right where they rested on my breasts. "Most of the time." He said, voice cracking. "Do you like having huge boobs?" I let them fall, sandwiching them fully between my tits now as I elevated myself to begin to lick and lap at his cockhead. This was the first real blowjob I had ever given, but I somehow suspected I might be pretty good at it, especially at how he moaned and groaned as I worked. I know it makes no sense, but for some reason, it made me really wet. "Only when their getting handled by a stud like you." I managed between slurps and licks. I took his dick in a bit now, filling my mouth head and shaft, cheeks hollowing as I slowly sucked. He was definitely enjoying it and I could feel the big cockhead flare in my mouth. "I can't BELIEVE how big they are!" He said as he kept fondling my massive meaty milk mounds. "Mlllph mlph mlph mlph!" Was all I could get out around the huge cock, drooly strands of precum starting to pour from my lower lip. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, a great sheet of slobber spilling out as he did, stepping back; he seemed to grow in confidence as he asked, "How big are they?" "I have to have my bras custom made in America... these girls are 38 L cups." I answered proudly, squeezing them together for him. He groaned at hearing the number, stepping forward to drive his cock between them, stabbing the head for my chest. He was huge, but my tits were so large he could simply fuck them straight on. I bounced them up and down on him, and then sort of tossed his cock from tit-to-tit, battering the mighty organ around. He took a sort of revenge; seizing his cock by the base and smacking it over the tops of my tits, making them jiggle and ripple. I was learning things about men tonight! "You like that?" I asked. He could only moan, pulling back again and taking a few deep breaths. I think he was trying to avoid cumming. Then that adorable confidence overcame him again, which seemed funny coming out of such a small young man, even if he was big where it counted. "Suck my big fat cock." He growled, tapping my lips with the head. I sucked it in. This time going for depth like with the dildo. I surprised myself, getting deeper and deeper, able to ignore the briefest warnings from my gag reflex as I got maybe seven inches of him inside. I could see in a mirror that my throat was bulging obscenely and some tears started from my eyes as I fought to get more in, gagging harder. He mauled my big tits. "Come on! Suck it deeper!" He groaned. I gave him the finger, but crammed down, horrifically gagging as I got the 8th thick inch in. A guttural noise escaped my throat along with big ropes of precum, my hands alternating between tugging his plump balls and pinching at my own nipples when he wasn't fondling them. The sounds clearly alarmed him a bit, and he pulled back so that I could breathe. I fought to take air into my lungs, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I did so. Recovered somewhat I jammed back down, fitting the 8th inch into my face again, hands pawing at his balls, tugging them towards my lips as I gagged and gargled on his gynormous prick. He moaned and pulled my nipples gently. "Could you fit more of me if we used your pussy instead?" He asked with a grin. Suddenly I wrenched forward, swallowing the last inch of him, nasty spumes of precum and slobber erupting from my mouth and nostrils. I wasn't ready for that yet, I'd decided, but I was still determined to bring him off here and now. I used the fact that I had all of him as best I could. Time on my oxygen was running out, so I ground his balls into my spermy chin, swallowing on him over and over, barely bobbing my head so that my esophagus could crush his cockhead again and again in hot wet velvety throat. "Oh Frankie! I'm...I'M...Oh GAWWWWWW—" He shouted, eyes rolling back as he let go, balls clenching up mightily. I was unprepared for the speed with which his first shot slammed into my throat, and I gargled it back out with a nasty noise. Still spraying the huge cock unmercifully blasted between my eyes as I leaned down to cough, blinding me. Rearing back in shock another heavy wet load caromed off my big left tit, splattering hot across my rib cage as I lay on my back. Jack only stepped in, jerking and jacking his enormous tool, reveling in his shots as they fired and fired. Big wads found my stomach and tits and throat and face, and they were still firing away. Now more prepared I curled back up, my cum-covered body leaning over his dick to suck away at it, taking load after load after load, gargling as it filled up my mouth, but being very careful not to swallow. He watched in curiosity as I drained his balls the rest of the way in this manner, still losing some to streak down to my tits as his erection and aim wavered. Now vengeance would be mine. I ROLLED all over Diane's bed, getting under the covers, letting my spunk covered body soak her sheets and blanket. Nastiest of all I held my face over the pillow and just unleashed the huge load of thick spooge I'd been collecting in my mouth, making an absolute mess of her things. Jack's jaw was agape, he stared half-horny half in horror at what I'd done. I turned to him, giving his balls an affectionate squeeze. "She's gonna learn her lesson somehow. If she messes with either of us again you're gonna fuck me on that bed until it's my cream she's sleeping in. Got it?" He was stunned at the complete transformation that seemed to have come over me. Maybe put off by it a little. What could I say? The Demoness was out now. Dear Diary, I sucked my first dick today. It was real big, and veiny, and hairy and gross...and I loved every second of it. I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop. I guess I'm lucky I started with such a big boy, because I don't know if I can even settle for less in the future. I can't wait to feel what one is like between my...other lips. I think I'm going to like this school after all. I don't know how late it was when the girls stumbled home, but it was really late. They smelled faintly of booze and seemed tired, chattering only briefly with one another in the dark room while I pretended to be asleep. They all sank into their bunks, apparently Denise being the last to do so, because that was when I heard the shriek. Leaping up, I ran across the room and grabbed her hair, grinding her face into the spunk-covered pillow she was laying her head on. "Awwww poor little-tittied Denise." I sneered above her. "Who's fucking filthy now? Huh? You like all that fucking ball cream on your slut face? She whimpered and thrashed, helpless from the angle and paralyzed by her disgust. Leaning down I lifted her face, enveloping its cream-covered features between my tits. Then to her horror she heard the flash of the camera. "Who owns who now?" I hissed. I wrote as much in my diary later, I think I'm going to like this school after all. Frances Haddon's Pillow Book Pt. 02 Hey all! I hope you're enjoying Frankie as much as I am. If you have questions, comments, flattery or anything else you want to send my way, feel free to contact me via the e-mail in my contacts page. I love nothing more than hearing from new fans, and I even show my haters love. Hope to hear from you! ***** Dear Diary, I am enjoying my time here at Cobham hall immensely, and am immensely being enjoyed by an immense young man. I would draw a picture for you in life-size, Diary, but his dick is juuuuuust long enough that the head of it wouldn't fit on one your pages, and it just would not do to draw him smaller than he is. He isn't a perfect guy though. I'm a little taller than him, and he's caught up in all this science fiction and fantasy nonsense that I do not care for at all. Still, every time those trousers come down and that big thing flops out, I just melt for him. I dreamed about the inner Demoness. She taunted and teased me, and told me to go find a real man. Am I so shallow? Shouldn't I care what a boy has in his heart more than what he has in his pants? And what could she possibly mean? Surely there are no penises bigger than Jack's? That would be ludicrous. Right? ---- My first month of school, here is how a typical day broke down: 7:30 AM: Wake up and give Jack a long blowjob. We still hadn't fucked. I just wasn't sure whether or not I was ready to finally lose it with him. More on that later. 8:30 AM: Denise gets back with my breakfast and grudgingly serves me. If I'm feeling bitchy I tease her about her inferior tits. 9:30 AM-3:30 P.M.: Classes 4:00 P.M: Matilda does my home work while I fool around with Jack Sometimes Sylvia watches and plays with herself a bit, often while whining about how she's never had a big one like his. I'm thinking about letting her join in one of these times, but I haven't made my mind up if she's earned it or not. 5:00 P.M. Dinner from Denise. 6:00 P.M.-10:00 more making out, evening strolls to see who stares at me (I'm becoming quite fond of the effect my breasts have. I had no idea I was such a big girl, and I am beginning to suspect I might have the biggest boobs on campus if not the whole of Kent. It was a good month, but all things change. For one thing, I eventually had the heart to release Denise from her bonds of service. I heard her crying herself to sleep one night, thinking I was already out perhaps, and I knew in that moment she'd had enough. I decided to stop making Matilda do my homework for me too, but did have her tutor for me. All this left me less time for Jack and I began to see less of him as I did chores and homework instead. But he was still there for me, loyally every Friday night, throwing pebbles against our window to let me know he wanted to be let in. Then he'd come in for kissing and cuddling and usually a thorough blowjob. I was getting good at those. I don't know why, but I seemed to have a real way with using my mouth. Jack said my lips were part of it, and they are pretty thick I'll admit. In my most arrogant moments *I* want to kiss me, and he said they felt incredible nibbling on his shaft or head or swollen balls. I even got good at deepthroating...he'd just slowly thrust in while I went "SLOOOOOOOOORCK" and took it all, loving the feel of his nutsack pressing into my chin or forehead depending on which approach we were using. But one week, he wasn't there. This worried me greatly, and I resolved to find out if he was cheating on me or something. I grabbed a flashlight and my cell phone and began to sneak past headmasters and teachers, managing to somehow keep any of them from seeing a girl slip out and sounding the alarm. Well okay, I think *one* might have seen me, but he just kind of bounced his eyes in time to the rhythm of my tits and let me go. You'd think the damned things told time. I crossed the campus and took one of the footbridges across the river, slipping into the country-club territory where Jack attended his institution. It didn't actually take me long to find him, but things were not good when I did. Jack was in a remote clearing; just on the other side of some trees which I'm guessing were planted to piss off golfers. He was not alone. Five older, larger boys surrounded him and seemed to be taking turns inflicting abuse on him. As I got close one shoved him hard into another her hauled off and punched him in the stomach, doubling him over. The boy cruelly held him up by the hair then and laughed as he delivered two stinging slaps, before tossing him indifferently to another big lad. This one was even less restrained and came at him with a big over-handed punch, battering him harshly to the ground. Jack groaned and began to crawl, squirmy and disoriented as another boy got in position to deliver a kick to his ribs. I could stand no more and charged forward, putting myself between the would-be kicker and Jack "STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! HE'S HAD ENOUGH!" I commanded. The boys were stunned for a moment before laughing as one. The tallest spoke. "Why the fuck would we do that? Filth here has to learn his place. He's been swaggering around like the big man on campus." I wanted to tell him that he WAS. That his dick was the biggest any of them were likely to ever see and that he deserved the royal treatment I gave him. But I could tell that would only drive these jealous men into a rage, so I took tact. "You get the Hell out of here now, and I tell no one what I saw happen here tonight. I'm giving you the chance to get away with this crap." I arched an eyebrow, doing my best to be menacing. If there is one time I hate being short and having huge melons like mine, it's when I'm trying to be serious; I'm lucky if I can keep a boy's face aimed at mine long enough to absorb anything besides my cup size. He gave a derisive snort. "Yeah. That's one option. Also, we could finish kicking the shit out of this little bitch, then have a little fun with you and take pictures. Joey here (He cocked a thumb at one of his mates) is banging the girl at your school's registrar office. We can have the pictures mailed to your parents' address if you don't do exactly what we say and keep this all to yourself. How does that sound?" The color drained from my face...I was clearly over my head in here, and I had only managed to back away a step before one of them was behind me, pinning my arms so that my tits thrust out like active volcanoes. I wished they really *could* shoot magma as their leader close the distance to lift up my shirt, letting my bra-clad goodies experience the chill of the night air. He gave a low whistle of appreciation and reached for the clasp, when he was interrupted by a shout. "Let them go, or I will END you all." It was a deep voice, not bass, but a lovely baritone with a sort of soft sonorous accent. Kenyan maybe? All heads turned including my own. He was dark-skinned, with a close-kept Afro, a bright white long-sleeved shirt and white pants loosely hung from his frame. But the bagginess of his clothing could not conceal the muscles beneath; this young man was powerfully built with rigid biceps and broad shoulders, his thick forearms hanging just above his mighty quadriceps. I felt some relief, though I couldn't see how he could possibly stand against this many at once if they chose to oppose him. Jack was in no shape to help after the battering he just took, and I didn't think my tits would be of much use in a fight. My concerns were all laid to rest when the boy began to move. He spun into the crowd of toughs, putting himself between me and them, eyes narrowed and determined, body crouched low. They were not impressed though, and charged at him. This, it would seem, was a mistake. He sprang on his feet, a sort of odd triangular dance step as his head narrowly avoided a flurry of punches from different angles, his feet whirling out to strike those who were off balance from throwing blows that found no mark. He was so fast I could barely keep my eyes on him and all I caught were little details, his feet finding their heads again and again and again, his heels and instep and the balls of his feet connecting with cheeks and necks and sometimes ankles, tripping one, only to trip him again every single time he regained his footing. I think it's possible one or two of the many retaliatory punches managed to land on him, but if they did, he took the blows well and rolled with them, always into the next circling kick. In an extraordinary finale, in which I can only speculate he was showing off a little, he curled up into a headstand, lashing both feet in alternating stabs to utterly pummel the leader of the group with toe-kicks, staying upside-down and waving "bye-bye" with an ankle as the pack of them fled, stumbling, bruised and bloody. I don't condone violence, but at this point my heart was fluttering and I was aroused, more by his bravery and valor than his clear talents for fisticuffs... or in his case, feeticuffs? I'm not sure when someone just kicks... "Thanks mate," Groaned Jack as he struggled to his feet, dabbing his sleeve at a bloody nose, feeling at it to see if it was broken. "My pleasure." Came the melodic voice. He panted a little before finally launching off his hands to vault to his feet. "How did you do that?" Asked Jack. "Capoeira." Said the boy. "My father is from Brazil and he's been teaching me since I was very small. Oh where are my manners... I'm called Silva. Haji Silva." Jack shook his head. "I'm Jack, and my hat's off to your father. You wanna come hang out with us for a bit? I bet you don't want to be caught around here if they regroup or something." Haji shrugged. "I can handle myself if they do. But..." He paused, looking at me instead of jack, eyes lingering at my chest like all men's do and sparkling a little, "...But I'd be happy to just hang out. Who is your friend here?" "That's Frankie. She's my gal." Jack said, and I winced a little. I had never considered my regular blowing of his big dick to be a serious commitment. But I nodded; glad this hot black hunk had my name at least. "Let's go chill at my dorm." I offered, and grabbed both boys' arms, walking between them like they were a couple of won prizes. ---- Dear Diary, The dreams are getting stronger lately. The Demoness is there to haunt me almost nightly. She changes tone often. Mocking me. Praising me. Teasing me. Pleasuring me. In the dreams she has powers. Men become hard at her will. I cum when she commands it. Why can't I stop thinking about sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsex? Sometimes I find that if I masturbate and cum hard, it only makes me want to masturbate more. I'm getting scared I'll starve to death. I think some dick might be the cure, but I'm afraid it also might just add to the problem. ---- Back at the dorm the 6 of us sat on different bunks, me between Haji and Jack, the other girls on their own beds respectively. Jack was excitedly telling them the tale of how Haji had come to rescue us. "...And then he even kicked ass upside-down...you should have seen it!" He blurted as his haphazard story came to an end. "This calls for celebration." Matilda said, hopping up and going to the locked strongbox she kept beneath her bed. A moment later she came up with some Dixie cups and a bottle of amber liquid. She handed out cups to everyone and I wrinkled my nose as I smelled the burning fumes. "Scotch." She said. "My grandfather said you should always have a belt after you've had a fight. Two if you've lost one." With that, Jack threw his back and handed her the Dixie coup for a loser's refill. "Now then," I said, turning to Haji, "There's still the matter of your reward. What makes a half-Kenyan half-Brazilian chocolate-covered man like you happy?" He blushed a little, something I hadn't realized black people could do, and then spoke nervously "The gentleman in me says I should ask to gaze into your eyes or for a tender kiss..." He ventured. I shook my head, "Forget gentle. What does the MAN in you want?" He let out his breath in a big sigh, fortifying himself with a big belt of scotch before he answered, "Oh Frankie, I'd really like to see you topless." looking like he feared an attack when the words finally made it out. I laughed, my girls rippling in a way that commanded attention from all eyes in the room, then gestured at him as I spoke to my dorm-mates. "Can you believe men? He jumps into a fistfight with a gang without a pause for thought or safety... now he's afraid of my fun-bags!" They all tittered a little bit. I swilled down the rest of the burning scotch and then turned to him, abruptly un-shirting myself with a cross-armed yank over my head. Haji and Jack stared transfixed as I gave a little shake, letting my titmeat roll around in my bra-cups for their amusement. Sylvia shook her head and drained her scotch too. "Jesus Frankie...I think I'm gay now. How do you even walk around with those things?" "With style." I answered, reaching back to unclasp the bra, letting all eyes feast on the glory of my naked and now-hard nipples. The attention was making me seriously wet, and even though I wasn't attracted to Sylvia, I couldn't help but feel lust at her attraction to me. The fact of the matter is that I was getting to be a real bitch to people about my tits. I'd let girls "accidentally" catch glimpses of what I had going on in locker-rooms and showers, and regularly tossed my huge bras right on top of my roommates' on the floor, just to let them see how one of my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders completely dwarfed any of their own. I let them bask in the moment, my eyes wandering over Jack's big bulge in his trousers, then to Haji where I was stunned to see an even more impressive arch of tube-flesh rising yet not hard, clearly already thicker than what I knew Jack to be packing. This was an exciting development. Like a lady mob-boss I snapped my fingers and pointed straight down at Jack's crotch as I pointed two fingers at Matilda and Sylvia, "Hey girls, come handle this situation for me. I want to thank my hero." They responded instantly, dropping to their knees in front of Jack. Whatever protest he had to me getting frisky with Haji, was quickly overwhelmed by the sight of two nymphos clawing at his waistband, each working desperately to free his monstrous member. Haji gave an appreciative whistle as Jack's prong finally jumped up and free, wagging in the air a moment. "Not bad at all, white boy." He chuckled, turning his attention back to me. Jack, as docile as ever, could only shrug as both girls wrapped a around on him, jacking him in a slow two-fisted hand job, each placing a hand on his thigh as they awkwardly maneuvered around one another to divide up the territories of his tip and base. I noticed that both seemed to be more interested in getting a piece of his big cocktop; while I certainly understood the appeal, I was a ball-girl and found myself a little surprised they didn't just both start there since there were two big boys to suck on. Ah well, to each their own. For my part, I leaned in pressed my thick lips to Haji's, pleasantly surprised at how soft his pillow-soft his was, letting my tongue taste them a little before plunging into his mouth. I leaned in farther and farther as we melted into the kiss, my hard nipples making contact with his perfectly sculpted chest through his white shirt. It was now that I realized I desperately wanted to see the boy naked; a body capable of dealing out such graceful punishment so skillfully had to be in good shape. Again I found myself a little less impressed with Jack's video-game-playing-"athlete" body. I pulled back far enough to begin tearing at Haji's shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants, saving the best for last. While I worked the ladies were not idle. When I caught my next glimpse of their frolic with Jack they were having a cute little fight... at this moment his shaft was in Sylvia's mouth while Matilda held the back of her head, shoving her forward on it. "Come on bitch, I've seen Frankie get ALL of it, you can at least do half you fucking slut!" Sylvia taunted, spanking her dorm-sister with a rough palm as she pushed hard enough to get a little choking noise from Matilda. Jack looked like he was in heaven, but perhaps a little confused at the same time. Haji's face went a little shocked at the part about me swallowing it all; he was clearly impressed. Haji was down to his briefs now, and ugly but functional pair of tighty-whities; of course even ugly undies become rather attractive when there's a clearly huge organ inside them, and I was only getting wetter and wetter the more hints I got about Haji's cock... at this point I could see a pair of ponderous balls outlined in the fabric, hanging farther down between his massively powerful thighs. I let my eyes roam up his lean, chiseled 12 pack to the perfect angular cut of his pectoral muscles. After a final ocular feast on his bulging biceps that were about as big as Jack's thighs I crawled up the bed letting my tits do their mesmerizing, swaying dance as I finally peeled his waist band down, liberating a stunningly ENORMOUS black cock. He was all hard at this point, and the giant prong danced up his cut belly, waving around a little as he maneuvered to let me pull the shorts all the way off. All eyes in the room were now drawn to Haji, who actually blushed a little at the attention. Jack's balls visibly did a little jump; was that fear? He was clearly not used to being the smaller boy in the room, and Haji had him beat in every dimension, hands down. His prong was at least two inches longer than Jack's, thicker around by clear visual evidence, and the balls beneath were easily almost twice the sight, and very low-slung. Matilda gave Jack's cock a half-hearted two pumps as she stared at Haji's. "Trade?" She asked. I scoffed at the notion. "Please, this one is MINE. He deserves me." I arrogantly retorted, abruptly grabbing Haji's cock by the base so I could press the tip into my pillow boob, pushing the nipple in deep with his cockhead. "Besides, I already HAD my appetizer. You finish yours before you get to have a main course like this." Jack look wounded again, but that faded just as abruptly as before when the girls shrugged and returned to giving him the sumptuous double-blowjob they had halted. Now it was Matilda's turn to throat him, and Silva didn't seem capable of being quite as mean while she did, so she busied herself by reaching around Matilda to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Matilda was definitely more skilled, and easily took the first 7 inches of Jack's prick before pulling back to bounce and bob on him, gagging and choking only a little while her slobbery mouth leaked an impressive amount of juice that ran down his shaft and dripped nastily from his nut. Sylvia wasn't going to let that go to waste, and she dropped to tongue those pearly clear drops from his sack, swabbing his balls around in the process. Jack threw his head back, now in a place no words could probably reach him. I felt happy he was at least taken care of because I was about to be ignoring him pretty hardcore. I turned my attention to Haji now, caressing his thighs with one hand while I continued to smear my breasts all over with his cockhead, loving the way a little precum seeped out to oil them up for his viewing pleasure. Finally I pushed his organ back against him as I slowly slid to my knees before him, pumping the big black dick in both hands, tits jiggling and wobbling against his ponderous balls. I couldn't believe how far over the edge of the bed those were dangling and I could no longer resist giving them a taste. I leaned in and slapped my tongue sort of back and forth on just the root of his scrotum, the part that was all dangle, and then slowly lowered my head, slathering centimeter after centimeter in my horny slobber, loving the way his low hanging nuts swung around when they were on the receiving end of my ministrations. Pursing my lips I sucked on in, slurping on it thoroughly before letting it roll out and claiming the other. They were big balls, and I was surprised how daunting it was in contrast to Jack's... I wasn't sure I'd be able to fit both these balls at the same time. But I gave it in an effort, opening wide and sucking hard, finally managing to sort of awkwardly store the nuts in my cheeks. By the time the second one was entirely inside my face I was having a hard time keeping it from blocking my throat. With an awkward choke, I coughed them both out and looked up at Haji. Frances Haddon's Pillow Book Pt. 02 His expression was one of wonder and pleasure; he only shook his head and said "That's amazing, Frankie. Please don't stop!" His cock was granite hard now and I marveled at it a moment. The thing was almost a foot long and as thick as my wrist...not that my wrists are thick mind you, but it was still damned impressive. That thickness proved to be a problem only moments later when I sucked his cock into my mouth, letting my lips tug and pull at him with every inch I descended down. I only had him as far as my throat, maybe four inches in when I began to run into trouble. Jack's thinner cock I'd gotten so good at swallowing just didn't scrape my gullet with this level of pressure and I found myself forced to pull back with a loud gag. "Go easy, Frankie." Haji said, stroking my cheek. "Fuck that." I responded, cramming my face down hard and fast this time. It punished my gag reflex again horribly but I just gagged through it and kept going, gobbling inch after inch of thick black cock until I was at the familiar nine inch mark Jack had so frequently found. I looked up at Haji now, his expression a bewildered mask of pleasure, his hands twitching as his fingers tangled up in my hair. He didn't shove me down or pull, but part of me thought I might have liked it if he did; knowing I was having such a strong effect on him was making me one wet little Demoness. I fondly stroked his slobbery balls while I worked my lips and neck, painfully choking a new inch into my throat. Ten inches! A new record! I tried to push down more, wanting my lips to meet those big balls, but slow or fast I just couldn't maneuver it in any way to actually grant him full access. Finally I decided to cheat and tugged his loose scrotum up so that his balls met my lips rather than my lips meeting his balls; here I hummed and let me whole throat and pout vibrate against him, eliciting a loud roar. Finally I pulled back with a wet cough, a thick glistening rope of his precum and my slobber drooling down between his cockhead and my lips. I admired my handiwork (or mouthiwork I suppose) a moment, there was something particularly satisfying about the way that gorgeous black skin shone with moisture: I had come to the conclusion that black cocks were some of the most fun to suck. But then, white cocks weren't doing too badly for themselves in this room either... I glanced over at Jack and now saw the girls eating up and down the sides of his cock like they were sharing the same cob of corn; their combined drool was now just dripping from him in gooey long strands that kept coming. Then they got a little more creative and I slowly jacked Haji off as I watched Sylvia grab Jack's dick by the base and stick the head into Matilda's waiting mouth, spanking her ass a little as she then wiggled his dick around. The slurpy weird noises that came from this odd little technique were so loud that Haji and I had to stifle giggles. Jack seemed to enjoy it though and could only sort of sob with pleasure as the girls changed positions, this time Matilda licking and sucking his balls as she wiggled the dickhead around for Sylvia. "Want to get those panties off for me, Frankie?" Haji asked as I turned my attention back to him. I blushed a little, (something I was doing less and less these days) and shook my head. "Haji, you're amazing, and you deserve this pussy, don't get me wrong... but I'm still a virgin, I'm not sure I want to lose it just yet." "That's okay girl... If you like, I'll do something that only the big boys like me can do that's close." He gave his own dick an affectionate tug as he spoke. I was intrigued. "Okay, what do I need to do?" He maneuvered me to face away from him and get down onto all fours. For a moment I was afraid he was going to mount me against my wishes, but even though he assumed that position, he just stuck his gargantuan cock between my thighs beneath me so that the head was at my belly button. Then he began to saw and my world transformed into white lights of pleasure; the magnificent black hung bastard was letting my clit ride his cock with my weight on it, the huge tool scraping it with inch after of hot flesh that I could feel right through the panties I had on. Trusting him more now, I arched up and awkwardly got them down and kicked them away so he could grind his gigantic dick on my naked clit. He had only given a good four or five pumps before I began to cum... I tried to savor the orgasm but his sawing was relentless and I found I wasn't coming down from one climax of pleasure before a new rocked me, over and over. "YES YES YES YES YES YES OH FUCKING HELL YOUR BIG FAT BLACK DICK IS MAKING ME CUM SO HARD! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I could feel his big nuts swinging around between my thighs as he ground away at me and the Demoness emerged stronger than I'd ever felt her before. "Hey bitches!" I suddenly shouted. "Bring that white dick over here. You've got him ready and now I want his fucking ball juice." Sylvia and Matilda looked a little sad, but relented, acquiescing to my alpha bitch status as the stood the blissed out Jack up and brought his dick to my mouth. As a rule, Jack tended to sort of lie back passively when I blew him normally, letting me bob my head, but today I wasn't having any of that. "Okay baby, I want it rough. Fuck my throat like you hate it!" I commanded. It took Jack a moment to adjust to this idea, but he dutifully grabbed my head by the ears and shoveled his slobbery prong into my mouth, letting me taste Matilda's lipstick as he plunged deep. After throating Haji there was just nothing to it and I began to time big downward bobs to meet his thrusts and let the black stud's hips propel me forward. Matilda and Sylvia were unwilling to be totally uninvolved and they divided up some work of their own. At first they each took one of Jack's nuts, sort of making out around his scrotum with each other, but then Sylvia got really daring and moved behind him, letting Matilda gargle his gonads while she bravely shoved her face right between Jack's ass-cheeks, doing things to him that made him howl like an animal and pick up the speed with which he ravaged my throat. "GLUCK GLORCH GLURCH GLURGGLE!" I said enthusiastically as Jack dick gave spasms and suddenly went off. "CUMMMMING!" He helpfully informed me. I don't know if it was the long double-blowjob, the attention his ass was getting, or just good old-fashioned evolutionary sperm competition that did it, but Jack's orgasm was enormous and I had to use all my focus to concentrate on swallowing fast enough to keep up. Somehow I managed to swallow every pearly drop of his premium quality nut sauce and gleefully gargled the last swallow before I sucked it down to Jack's delight. At this point I think I'd cum about a dozen times and I rolled to a sitting position so that I was now facing Haji. "Okay baby, you're clearly a fucking machine given that you haven't gotten off... but now you need to. You deserve it." He grinned at my words, sweat now beading on his dark brow, "You want me to jack it off?" He asked, seeming a bit hurt at the thought. "Don't be ridiculous, stud. You're gonna fuck my fat white titties with that huge black cock. Any questions?" I'll assume he had none, because he moved to squat above me so fast I'd swear he left a dust outline of himself behind. He dropped down, teabagging me with his big black sack, sliding the fat nuts down my forehead and face, then between my tits as he got his big black babymaker into position between my girls. I pressed them together for him and purred at the pleasurable sensation of heat his cock brought to my cleavage. Moaning as he began to slide back and forth I encouraged him. "That's right baby... you fuck those big boobs with your black bone! You're a fucking stud and you know it! Look how much cock sticks out! No boy is supposed to be big enough to escape these titties, but you fucking do! Mmmmmm aren't they nice and soooooft? Cum on baby...Cum for Frankie." That did it for him and he made a strangled noise he began to shoot. I was unprepared for the force of it as the first blast erupted out and painted my neck and the underside of my jaw, showing back down onto my tits as he pulled back to fire shot's two and three, a couple powerful wads that painted my tits. Still pumping away he aimed higher, facializing me with shots four, five, six and seven, my features now obscured behind thick sheets of white cream. Matilda, the little bitch, suddenly muscled in and got in the way for a couple more shots that she took in the mouth, immediately turning to kiss Sylvia and share the load with her, the two of them swabbing it back and forth until they parted lips with a dozen spermy strands between them. Haji was in his own little world now, cumming and cumming, shooting shot after shot from his big coal-colored cum cannon, coating carpet and people alike. In all he must have sprayed about 17 shots in all, which would be worrisome if he wasn't so clearly enjoying himself. There was a long awkward pause as we all sort of basked in the moment, then Jack started a slow clap, and with a laugh we all joined in, applauding the marvelous show we'd all just given and received. This gave me an idea. "We should start a club." I said. Frankie's Fuckfriends was born.