10 comments/ 58769 views/ 31 favorites I Every Give Blowjobs By: mary_is_boy_crazy "You're cool," said the guy in the surfer shirt. It had a surfer on it. Silk-screened. I'd forgotten his name. I met like fifty people tonight. I laughed. "You're nice." Took another sip. From a red cup, of course. It was that kind of party. "No, for real," he said. "It was awesome how you switched tops with Janey." "She's wild," I said. "Mine's too big for her, so it's all fallen down... look at her, you can see everything. Like, her whole boobs." "Yeah, but hers is too small for you. That's the most underboob I've ever seen in my life. And you're so nipped out." "Yeah," I said, "if they get any harder they're gonna take it off for me." "That would be so hot," he said. "You want another drink?" "I think I've had enough," I said, "'cause I'm a little buzzed right now." Another boy came up behind Surfer and leaned over his chair. He was wearing a Limp Bizkit shirt, gross! "I bet you can still say the alphabet backwards though," Bizkit challenged me. "You're not that drunk." "Z... no." I burst out laughing. "I'm not that drunk, really! But who says the alphabet backwards? Anyway, I promised myself I wouldn't get too blasted tonight." "Don't worry, you're fine," said Surfer, smiling. "Yeah," I said, "I'm being careful." "Don't worry, you're super fine," said Bizkit. "You're making me so hard right now. Have you ever been with two guys at the same time?" I laughed. "Like no. I only give blowjobs. You wear that shirt ironically, right?" "Shit yeah, everyone hates that fucking band. Besides, my biz kit is hard as a rock right now." He stroked his crotch. There was definitely a boner in there. I could almost see it throbbing through his board shorts. "Yeah, stare at it. You like that, huh?" "Hot," I said. "So you only give blowjobs?" said Surfer. "Yeah," I said. "I'm good though." I gave him a thumbs-up, almost spilled what was left of my drink but caught it. "If you only give blowjobs," said Bizkit carefully, leaning over me with his hand on my bare shoulder, "that must mean you give everyone blowjobs." He was staring down my top, and I think he was rubbing his cock through his shorts with his other hand. I thought about it. "Yeah," I said finally, "that's right." "You give everyone blowjobs?" asked Surfer. "I every give blowjobs," I giggled. "Would you blow us right here?" Bizkit breathed in my ear, his hands on my shoulders, playing with my straps. Through his shorts I could feel his boyrod up against the back of my head. So hot. I looked around. I think there were still about forty people in the room. I was having a little trouble seeing. "Aren't there a lot of people?" "Don't worry," said Surfer, "you'll blow them too. Because you every give blowjobs." "I every give blowjobs," I agreed, feeling clever for figuring that out with him. "So why worry about privacy?" asked Surfer. "Just turn your head." I turned my head and Bizkit had it out right there! It brushed my lips and I kissed it without really thinking about it. It looked so needy, like a hurt little animal, and I knew it would suffer if I didn't get it in my mouth and comfort it. "I can't do this in a chair," I said, "I need to be on my knees." "Oh shit," said Bizkit, "get her a pillow." "A pillow?" I said. Surfer grabbed a pillow off a couch and threw it him. Bizkit put it on the floor. "That's for your knees," he said. I got up. "What about my drink?" "I'll hold onto that," said Bizkit, taking it. I dropped to my knees, ran my hands up his thighs and around his butt to the small of his back. I could see the tip of his cock was wet, like a girl. I licked at the wetness tenderly, like it was a terrible paper cut on my hand. It wasn't gay, because even though girls get wet, he was a guy, and he was guy-wet for me. I felt so sexy. Surfer came up behind me and started mauling my breasts. I shoved him away. "I need to concentrate on this," I said. Obviously I was going to have to prove my bona fides, so I lunged into Bizkit, taking his whole shaft down my throat pretty much instantly. That's one of my moves. If he'd been naked I could have licked his sack while he was buried in me, but I had to settle for tonguing it through his shorts. Behind me, Surfer said "Oh shit!" Bizkit just groaned. I recognized the sound of a boy about to bliss out and I wanted to take him over the edge as hard as possible, so I pulled up to the head and humped my lips back and forth over the line between the head and the stem, right, so that I was lip-fucking the base of the head as hard and fast as possible, with plenty of wet spit. At the same time, I slashed my tongue as fast as possible back and forth across the middle to tip of the head, on the underside of his cock. You know, that's the part that's toward you on a naked boy with a boner for you. It's hard to do both of these moves at the same time, because your tongue has to keep hitting the same spot even while you move your lips and your head, but that's another move I have. Bizkit made some of the loudest, cutest cum-grunts I've ever gotten out of a boy. His thinger clenched up and started squirting his secret sauce in my mouth. Right on my hard-working tongue. I didn't let up. I swallowed to get his seed out of the way of the pleasure factory. I had absolutely no mercy until he was completely done. No more twitching, no more jerking his hips (which is challenging to adjust for, but I'm really good), total soft-on. I sucked hard at it and squeezed my lips up it to get the last drops out, then pulled my mouth off him. A little reluctantly. It felt good. "Holy shit," he breathed, like the holiness was the thing. Like my mouth was a religious experience. I grinned, pointed at my lips, and said "This is where it's at baby." "No kidding," he said, still kind of gasping. He flopped back into the chair I'd been sitting in. "Oh shit. Oh, my god." His wet little noodle hung out the front of his shorts, tamed and adorable. Surfer stepped in front of me and bared his toolset for me, shorts and boxers around his ankles, not covering anything but his flip-flops. It was my first time BJing him or any of these guys, and there were plenty of people there, so I figured the hard, fast basics would get me through most of them. I started with a sweet kiss to the business end, then slamthroated him and stared up into his eyes from right around his belly button, then pulled back like I was going to get the pleasure factory going on his knob, then surprised him with another throat. He was naked from waist to ankles, so I could lick up his grapes while through my dark bangs I gave him my sweetest, most innocent deepthroat eyefuck. "I'm gonna," he said, and Bizkit cut him off. "Bro," said Bizkit, "she swallows." Well of course I swallow. Why make a mess? Plus it's sexy and feels awesome. And oh my god, Surfer was losing his load already. I was bringing my A game. I pulled up on him so I could taste it. He was breathing so hard as he jetted his private recipe out. You would swear he'd been sprinting around the building for an hour before getting this blowie, but no, it was all me and my suckoffs are just that awesome. I worked his head brutally until he groaned, pushed me off, and fell to his knees on the sticky tile floor. I was glad I had a pillow under my knees by the way. "Hey you guys," shouted Bizkit, "this chick is blowing every dude here!" There was a moment while they processed that, and then a cheer went up. "Yeah," I yelled, making sure to clear my throat first, "I every give blowjobs!" The three of us giggled over that. A guy I don't think I'd met stepped up to the plate. "Count me in," he said. He was shirtless and had a sleek dolphin tattoo on his abs. Mega hot. His sex stick looked a little like a dolphin too. I figured I'd spice up the routine a little now that I had the party's attention. I gave him a long, slow, slurpy side-suck down the left. Then I licked the base a little, and side-sucked the right. With his tip on my lips I met his eyes so fake-earnestly I had to keep myself from cracking up. "It's so big," I said, like I was sharing a secret he didn't know. "I'm going to try to take as much as I can. Don't be mad if I can't take it all. I'll do my best." "You're gonna do fine, baby," said Dolphin reassuringly. Behind him I could see Bizkit and Surfer totally getting the joke. I eased down on him, making a show of having trouble opening wide enough for the head, though of course it was fine. I made little grunts and gasps of effort. "Unh! Umf! Fah! Nmk!" My eyes as wide as they could go, locked on his. Eye contact is the best. You get to see their sex faces, and their cum faces, and their after faces, where they can't believe that just happened, but it did and it was me. "That's great," he said when I stopped just past the head. "You're doing great." Bizkit was biting his lip, trying not to laugh. I slowly, slowly moved down his boneshaft. Not at a steady pace either, but regularly stopping as if I'd bottomed out. Then moving again. The last inch I just took all of a sudden, my nose poking through his fly into his bush. There aren't a lot of questions you can ask with a prick all the way past your lips, but I managed one: "Mm-hmm?" "Oh yeah baby," he said breathlessly. I locked my lips around his base. I mean locked tight, like a virgin's asshole while her burger's getting plowed at the same time. Then I whipped my head up until my lips were sealed around the bottom of his babyfist. Then I slid back down, again as fast as possible. I kept up that rhythm. "Holy fuck!" he screamed. "Oh shit Jesus fucking Christ my fucking god oh fuck oh shit!" He was letting go of his wad, and I was only tasting about half of it, because the rest was going straight down my throatie. Past my mouth cervix. Everyone was laughing. Some girl screamed "Oh my god!" I saw camera flashes. As he got too soft to throatfuck, I took him in my mouth and nursed him gently. When he was completely soft I let him slip out and gave his jizz hole a last little kiss. He would have fallen down if he hadn't been leaning on my shoulders. "New rule," I said when my throat was clear enough to talk. "Keep this chair open. I think some of you will need to sit down after you collect your prizes." "Prizes?" asked a guy with a camera. "What are we getting prizes for?" "Shut up, dumbass!" said Bizkit, but in a friendly way. "For being such hot, horny boys," I said, crooking my finger. "Come here." A noisy "wooo!" went up from the crowd. Now that I had a chance to scan around, it looked like there were a few red video record lights out there. "Let's go," I said, and clap-clapped my hands. "I got a lot of orgasms to give tonight!" The lucky boy hurried up to me and undid his belt, letting his pants fall. He had a full skin, even throbbing at full mast. "Fuck yeah," I said, "long-sleeve dress code here." He looked embarrassed. I kissed him, licked around the base a bit. Then I kissed the tip more attentively, but soft, quick kisses. Then I said, "Is your boy twat a virgin? I'm going to tongue-rape your pussy." And I gave the head a luxury open-mouth wet squirming kiss and stabbed my tongue into the gap between his skin and his head. I could feel his whole body jerk with surprise. I brought my hands into the game, fondling his shaft and balls. I slipped my tongue around in his peenquim, to the bottom left and then back over the top to the bottom right. I could tell by the hitches in his breathing and his trembling that I had him on the brink, so I just kept going as fast as I could. When he shot off he stood stock still, except for the trembling. He was holding his breath, I think. He sure as hell couldn't talk. Because of how I was working my tongue, his boystuff went all over the place in my mouth, but I still managed to swallow it all. As he was coming down I throated him smoothly and gave his shaking balls a tongue bath. When he was soft I gently bared his head, my hand on his shaft pulling his skin back, and cleaned him up with little kitten licks, then made a show of squeezing the last drop into my open mouth. Camera flashes, yeah, look at me, I got something to show you boys. "That was nice," I said as he fell into the chair. "I'm straight, but I'll eat a little pussy if it's on the end of a cock. You've got such a sexy pussy, baby. If I was a boy I'd come inside your dick." Some people actually applauded. A boy with a camera in his hand barged into the magic spot, muscling another dude aside. "You'll get a turn," he muttered. To me, he said, "Do you mind if I record this?" The red light on his camera was on. "Gosh, I dunno," I said, being all innocent. "It's just that we're about to do something really, really, really private, and it's going to be a special intimate moment for just us and these forty other people." "Okay," he said, not getting the joke, "I won't record you, baby." And he put his thumb over the record light, like that was gonna fool me! I pretended to be fooled. "Thank you so much," I said, unzipping his shorts and bringing his prick out, "Cameras always make me so self-conscious. But now I can worship your peener like I should, really go to town on it." I gave him a few rough jacks with my hand, breathing on the tip, and then took him all the way down, into my throatie. I could feel his head gliding past my tonsils. "You must have, like, no gag reflex," he said, as I watched his face from all the way down on his pole. There's not much you can say when you're giving a stud a throatjob, but I went with a long, deep "mmm" to thrill him with the vibrations. Got a couple of swipes in on his balls while I was at it. Then I pulled back up and hit him with the pleasure factory. I kept a hand working his shaft, and with the other, I pulled softly on his scrote. When I saw his eyes roll back, I looked at the camera and gave it a wink. Mostly for its benefit, I used both hands to jack him into my open mouth as his boywad slipped out pulse by pulse. I sucked the last out directly, and licked him clean with my mouth wide open so the camera could see everything. "Oh baby," I said sweetly, "I'm so glad you didn't record me doing that for you." "Uh, um, actually I did," he said. "Fucking duh!" I told him, rolling my eyes. "You must think I'm some dumb slut. Look around, man, everyone's getting a video." It was true. Almost the whole party had their phones up. He sat down sheepishly. People were laughing at him. Dolphin asked him for a copy of the file, though. There was a hot, manly gasp from the crowd, and it parted almost magically to show me a desperate boy, face clenched in pleasure, pounding his own meat in his right fist. He was delivering a huge floorkakke. "God damn!" shouted another dude. "You need to have some patience." "I, I couldn't wait," said Pounder. "She's so, so hot." "How hot am I," asked Janey, putting her phone away, my top hanging well below her bee-sting tits. "Am I hot enough to fuck? Does anybody want to party with me?" She widened her stance suggestively. She was wearing a short cheer skirt. "The line for her is pretty long, but I'm ready to go with any boy..." And just like that, a kid with blow-dried hair and a red polo shirt had flipped up her skirt and was fucking inside her, smacking her ass like he was in a porno. She was bucking her back, tossing her head, and moaning "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," just totally showing off. And she must have gone commando. A hardon prodded me in the cheek. It left a sticky spot of pre. I looked up and another shirtless guy was standing over me. Pantsless also... completely naked. A completely naked guy with abs like a box of tennis balls, his dick half an inch from my lips in a room full of party people with camera phones. I turned toward him, wiped my cheek with my finger and sucked it clean, then took a deep breath and throated the whole length of him. I did another of my moves, the serpent. I writhed around him, twisting my neck and head, making my mouth and throat slide around sideways over his excited little dude. His eyes were bulging out of his head. "No girl's ever done it like that for me, ohhhhh," he said, losing control completely. I kept the serpent going. I couldn't taste his sauce, but I could feel his tube pumping it down my eating-and-drinking cocksleeve. As he softed back into my mouth, I sucked him incredibly hard, hoping to give him an all-over dick hickey. It did look a little red as it came out. "Nice abs," I giggled. He kneeled down on my pillow, grabbed my upper arms, and kissed me ferociously. I barely had time to react. Then one hand went up my top, palming my nipple, massaging my tit. I broke the kiss, pushed him off. He was so strong my resistance wouldn't have stopped him, but he was a gentleman and pulled away. "Sorry," I said, making it as cute as I could, "but there's like a line." He sighed like I'd just denied him the youngest puppy in the store. "Maybe we could talk later," I said, "but remember, I only give blowjobs." He stood up. "Awesome blowjobs, though," I added, eyefucking his bod. "Do you shave 'cause of sports, or just to be a hunk?" "Here's my number," he said, writing it on my shoulder with a sharpie. Where did he get a sharpie. "Call me." "Oh yeah," I said, standing up. "I will." I gave him a little kiss on the chest, which is what I could reach, and walked unsteadily to the couch. Everybody seemed to be fucking. The other girls here were total sluts and they were taking it in the pussy. Janey was sucking one guy while barebacking another, and she was a messier blowjayer than me. My top, that she was wearing, already had strings of boy batter and her throat slime on it. I didn't really want to wear a top that had been soaked by another girl's above-the-waist pussy. I perched on the arm of the couch. "Who wants some head?" I shouted. "Is there a boy here who needs this mouth? Who's ready for this jay-oh-bee?" I felt someone grab my head, and the next thing I knew, my throat was impaled. I wasn't ready for it, shoved hard, and threw myself back onto the couch. I tumbled into a fuck in progress, back to back with a boy, my ass in skirt and panties (which I could have wrung out and filled a cup with by now) against his bare boy ass. He grunted and kept thrusting, and I guessed by the way his cheeks were clenched around a fold of my skirt that he was cumming in a whore pussy beneath him. Looking up, I saw the head-grabber, a tall kid in a backwards Steelers cap. I rolled off the boy, got my feet under me, and shouted "Not cool!" "What?" he said, genuinely confused or faking it good. "Didn't you just suck it out of like ten guys?" "Never grab my head!" I said, seriously angry. "I'm an expert, yo! Do you grab your mamma's wrist when she's jacking off some trick?" "What the fuck?" he said, starting to be mad at me. "Get up, get up, give me a minute," said Janey from the couch. She'd been under the boy. Whore confirmed. I was feeling a little rough, like maybe I'd swallowed a little too much volume if you know what I mean. "What's going on?" said Janey. "Is shit not cool?" "This guy, he," I said, and then I puked down my top that she was wearing. It was too big, so everything went straight down her skin. Beer, cum, general puke-stuff, everything. "Eww," said Janey. "Reverse body shot." But she was completely cool about it. "Sorry," I gasped, wiping my mouth. "I dunno, maybe I stood up too fast or this dumb fucker played too rough..." "It's cool," said Janey. "You don't want this top back, huh?" "Keep it," I said generously. I was outwardly keeping my cool, but she was standing too close. I don't swing that way. That's why I room with a guy, not a girl. I Every Give Blowjobs "I'm covered in spooge that another girl swallowed!" shouted Janey. "Who wants to shower with me?" A cluster of boys gathered around her. I think somehow they could tell she was easy. I was feeling great about being all clean and then I noticed a tiny shit spot on my skirt where it had been in that boy's butt cleft. "I better go home," I said. "I think it's been a long night." "Sure," said Dolphin, materializing out of the crowd. "I can drive you. I'm the green truck parked on the side street." He threw me the keys. "You can lie down in the back. I'll bring you some water to rinse out your mouth." "Thanks," I said, meaning it. I stumbled outside. "I don't have backup clothes!" I heard Janey yelling back in the room. "Looks like I'm gonna get naked tonight!" Like it's much of a change, slut. I found the truck, somehow, unlocked it, somehow, and tumbled face-down onto the back seat. From the hips down, I was hanging out the door, but too tired to give a fuck, and maybe a little drunker than I realized even after puking. I heard rapid footsteps behind me. Big, warm hands grabbed my hips and tore my panties off, I mean like ripped. One hand pushed down on my back, so I couldn't get up and see who it was. I tried to scream but it came out more of a harsh, uneven gasp. I felt a peeled head, slimy with hot pre, nosing around my babymaker lips. A moment later it got the angle right and shoved in. No resistance, obviously, 'cause I was still so wet from being a BJ goddess for like ten boys. My slippery infant chute was packed full of thrusting rapist dee eye see kay. Oh god. It felt like the perfect end to the evening, even face-down in a car with my mouth tasting like stomach acid, but I'm not a slut! I only every give blowjobs! Mostly. Thank god I had no hymen left to break. I could feel my whole abs and chest tensing, getting ready to gasm, snakes of joy twining in my thighs. His thrusts were shoving me around, and my top (Janey's top) had ridden up, so my nips were rubbing on the seat. Signor Clitorio was right on the edge of the seat and it was the perfect stimulation. Or maybe essing my share of dees tonight had gotten me hot enough for anything. Either way, I was coming already. It was maybe twenty seconds after getting my panties ripped off. Bucking and grunting, goose bumps so hard they could've bled. I heard the very definitely a boy rapist moaning and gasping like a girl getting it deep and furious. He was a hair away from being bottomed out in my pink and I could feel every lash of his boycream on my innermost. My innermost girl. Right on my cervy. Fastest rape victim gasm ever. I knew I could never report this. Would've been so embarrassed while I came, if I could've cared. It was one of those cumms where you think you could fucking die. Like when my clit and my cunt are my universe, and my whole body is singing around them, loud and deep enough to drown out my soul. And the earth really does move. I've been in real earthquakes and they're nothing compared. The rest of the world burns, the stars all take a vacation, the sun weeps and the moon spooges on it. I was still having aftershocks, hard, gasmworthy shocks that made me pump my hips and whimper and rub my titties, like a minute after my rapist zipped up and left. I could feel him dripping out of me. When I could move, I got up and found my ripped panties on the ground. I didn't want Dolphin to realize I'd been raped or anything, so I hid them by stuffing them between the back of the seat and the seat of the seat, know what I mean? If he found them later, who'd know they were mine? I was still leaking rape, though. I tried to keep my skirt over it, but he must have really popped a gusher in my snatch because it was like a sperm faucet down there. I think he lost a gallon. Maybe he weighed ten pounds less now. So, unavoidably, there was some on the seats, but I hoped it would soak in and not be too obvious. I squirmed a bit to rub it in, but my sweetie pie was so sensitive that it was like being rubbed with sandpaper. I groaned helplessly. "Are you okay?" asked Dolphin. He handed me a red cup of water. I sipped it, rinsed, and spit. "Yeah," I rasped, like the only thing that happened was I threw up. I used up the rest of the water, my mouth tasted a little better, and I told him my address. He drove me home. It wasn't a long trip, but it felt kind of long because I was really hoping he wouldn't notice I'd been victimized in my pussy by a raging cock. "Do you need me to carry you up the stairs?" he asked me. I shook my head, but he followed me anyway. I staggered up the steps, holding onto the handrail for dear life. He followed a little behind me and I hoped like hell it was too dim for him to see anything under my skirt, or that it was sopping with rapist cum. "Goodnight," I told Dolphin. "I'd kiss you, but, you know, ralph." "Yeah, it's cool," he said, giving me a quick brotherly one on the cheek. He gave me a slip of paper out of his pocket. "My number. We should hang out sometime." I nodded. He walked down the steps and drove away. A little awkward. Nice guy though. Totally good-natured about how I pranked him. My roomie, Joe, was still up. It looked like he was studying. "Oh my god," he said when he saw me come in. "Are you okay, Mary?" "I'm completely fine," I said. "I just partied a little hard and now it's time for bed." I made it into the bottom bunk and either fell asleep or passed out. I'm not sure there's a clear line. The next thing I knew I was sort of half-awake and I could feel the bed shaking slightly. A boy's voice was whispering roughly, saying "Oh Mary, oh Mary, oh Mary..." My first thought was, was I being fucked? I couldn't feel it, though. I slipped a protective hand over my cooch and no, I wasn't being penetrated. I was sticky though. It was middle-of-the-night dark. Oh Mary. I finally pieced it together. Joe was lying in his bed, maybe three feet above me, beating off to me. And he couldn't stop himself from using my name aloud. "Oh Mary, oh Mary, your fucking tits are so hot in that little top, I can almost see your nipples..." He couldn't stop himself from going into the details. Damn! What got into that boy? I mean, I'd seen him hard and needing it around the place, when he got out of the shower, changed clothes, whatever, but I thought it was just normal-level boylust. I didn't often catch him beating off, though, and maybe this was why. "Oh Mary, oh Mary, I love youuuuu..." That was what he said while cumming? What he whispered to himself, when I was just feet away? If the top bed weren't in the way, his spizz would be dripping on me. It was too hilarious. All the same, I was still kind of wound up. And if it got him hot... The key, I felt, was not to give him a chance to worry I'd be mad. I "dozed" for a solid thirty minutes, and then a couple more so it wouldn't be a round number. I didn't know if he was still awake, but I wanted to play it safe. During the wait I planned out the details. When I "woke up," I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Made sure my cunny was clean. Rinsed my mouth out a bit more, although by now I was feeling pretty good. I was naked when I came back into the room. Sometimes I walk around naked and sometimes I don't, so it wasn't necessarily suspicious. Maybe Joe was awake and watching from the top bunk. On the off chance that he was, I rubbed my slit with my lefty and gave a soft "mmh, mm." Didn't want to overdo it. Then I shut the door. No more light from the hall. As quietly as possible, I locked it. Then I fired up my laptop and flicked on the main light. It always annoys Joe that I use my computer in the middle of the night and turn on the light to do it. It wakes him up. I hooked up the speakers and got a fullscreen video going. I knew it would be about 30 seconds before it actually started, because my laptop is slow and shitty. So I clambered very quickly into the top bunk. When Joe's eyes opened, my face was right in his. "Joe," I said, "I've got something you need to see." "Whuh," he said, "I paid my rent already." "Yeah," I said, "we both paid our rents this month. This isn't about that. You need to see a video on my computer." He sat up. "You're naked." He was kind of gawking. It felt good. "Yeah," I said, "you're naked too." Joe always sleeps naked, and it's so easy to tell under just a sheet. "It's the middle of the night and I just had a shower, who cares?" Below us, the video had started. I'd angled the laptop screen and speakers for the top bunk. That's how we'd watched the Lord of the Rings movies. But this was a porno. Madison Ivy getting a massage, and a fuck obviously. I knew she was one of Joe's favorite porn stars, because of his browser history and porn stash. He should know better than to keep his porn on my computer! I also knew he hadn't seen this one, or at least not in a while, or at least not without being much more careful about his history than normal. "Mary," said Joe, and I cut him off. "It's porn," I said, giggling. "I saw it at the party. I wanna know if you think it's hot." "Mary," Joe said again, and I cut him off again. "Just keep watching and tell me if it's hot, okay? Can you do that for me?" I looked into his eyes super-seriously. He glanced at my ta-tas, which were starting to nip, desperately dragged his eyes back up to my face, and muttered "Yeah." With his eyes locked on the screen I could check him out. He was definitely hard under the sheet, and not only hard, but leaking so much pre that he was wet-t-shirting the sheet! There was a clear spot! OMG. I moved closer to him. I made it totally natural, but let my nipple touch his arm. He jolted a bit, I guess in surprise, but then held still. I could tell he was trying really hard to hold still. Cute. "So Joe, is this hot? Because I thought it was pretty hot. You should have been at that party, those boys were passing Janey around like a bong." "Janey Lee?" "Oh yeah. She's a total slut." Joe swallowed hard, eyes on the screen. His hand kind of straying towards his cock. "Really?" "Yeah, Joe, she's an incredible slut. So easy. Not like me." "Oh no. Of course not." He had a hand under the sheet and he was totally spanking it! Like I wouldn't notice! The bed was even shaking a little. "I only give blowjobs." Joe gasped, his masturbation completely derailed. He turned to look at me, his mouth open. "Do you think the girl in the video could give you a good blowjob, Joe? Do you think she could suck you to relief?" "Oh yeah," said Joe, "she's a porn star." "Too bad I'm not a porn star, right? I bet you'd like to room with her." I hopped off the bed. "Come on down, I have to show you something." Joe hesitated. Obviously he didn't want to flash his dripping boner at me. I beckoned impatiently and he climbed down, his wand waving over his crotch. The tip was gleaming. "It's on the computer," I said, readjusting the screen angle. "You'll have to look close. When he got close enough, I stepped behind him, moving my boobs against his back, letting him feel the heat of my choach on his leg. And I snaked my hand around to gently hold the middle of his cock, bike handgrip style. "Whah," said Joe, "uh Mary..." "See?" I said, sliding the end of his dong around the screen. "She can't drain your nuts. She can't get her lips around you at all. She can't deep-throat you, she can't play with your sack, she can't tease your head..." "Ohhh," said Joe. I really didn't want him to spunk off on my laptop, so I had to be quick. I slid sideways around him, dropped to my knees, and captured the head inside my dick-sucking lips. He stared helplessly. "Joe," I said, mouth obstructed by cock. "Look at this." And I deep-thoated him. Oh man. He lost it right there. I held him as far in as boys go while his frantic schlong pulsed so hard it was like it was fighting my tongue for control of my mouth. When the main event was over for him, I did the serpent on his organ until he went soft. In my mouth, I washed him carefully with my tongue, popped him out, and gave his balls a couple of courtesy swipes. Then I stood up so I could breathe in his ear. "Mary, that was," he said, and I put a finger to his lips. "Do you like being my roommate, Joe?" I said softly. "Do you like it when we're naked together, without any clothes?" "Oh yeah," he said. I slipped a hand around his cock so I could monitor whether he was getting hard again. Not yet. "We can't be fuck buddies, Joe," I said. "We can't be fuck buddies because I only give blowjobs. But I could blow you all the time. And I'm really, really good at blowies. Would you like to have my blowjays all the time?" "Please," said Joe, as if I had offered him life itself. "Oh yeah, Joe," I said. "You can have my mouth all the time, sliding up and down your sexy hardon, wringing joy out of your see oh see kay. Sucking down every drop of your stuff. Right down my throat." He was getting hard. I gave him a squeeze. "But," I said, "we can never be fuck buddies. I can never be fuck buddies with anyone, because I only give blowjobs." "That's okay," said Joe, the words having to fight their way out. He was strangling with lust. "The reason I only give blowjobs," I said, "is because my vagina is special. It's only for a lover. It's only for someone I love who loves me." I licked his earlobe. "Joe, I love you. Do you love me? If you love me we still can't be fuck buddies, but we can be lovers and you can fuck my cookie so hard." "Mary," he gasped, looking at me like I don't even know what. "Mary, I love you. I've loved you since we met. Since we moved innn." He was hard again already now. "The first day, you said you needed to know if halter tops were against the dress code because all you had was halter tops." My idea of a little jokey flirting. I could play the game, though. I could perform the role. "I loved you too, that first day. We saw Time Bandits in here. The whole movie I was thinking about how I should ess your dee. But I didn't want to screw it up, because we were roomies and I was realizing I had special feelings for you. You're special, and we can be special together." "Mary. Mary." He was actually crying. OM-god. "I've had a lot of relationships since we've lived together, Joe. A lot of relationships that only last for a minute or two, and then I swallow cum." Dialing it up a notch. "That's because I only give blowjobs. But for you, I'll give up my gash. I want you to be the first. I want you bareback in my cock holster, right in your bed." He kissed me. Not real well but okay. "Come on," I said, climbing up to the top bunk, wiggling my ass at him so he could see my glistening cuntlips. "Like the pink you see?" He climbed up after me. "I love it," he said. "I love you." "Lay down," I said. "Imagine you're by yourself. Thinking of me. Thinking of your lover." "Oh Mary," he said. Deja vu, right? I straddled him. I felt like my chocha was pouring out heat. His salami was right under it and I was this close to actually, for-real dripping on him. I couldn't stop thinking about getting raped last night. "Oh Joe," I said, "I need you to enter me. I need that thing in my girly little muffin so bad." He reached down, adjusted himself, and plunged up into my guts. Immediately he let out a choked sob, overwhelmed by my clutching girlness. It was good for me so far, but not as sudden as last night. All the same, I let out a mostly-fake joygasp right in his face, clutched myself to his chest, and made sure he could get a real good body-feel of my chests. "Joe I love you," I said. "I love you 'cause I'm in love with you, and you're inside me. Do you know what that makes me feel?" He thrust wildly into me. Thank god for that blowie earlier, or he'd never last like this. "It makes me feel love, Joe. 'Cause you're not in my pussy, Joe." He looked surprised and his pace faltered, but I kept going. I giggled. "No, silly. You're not in my brown. You're in my heart. You're putting your dick in my heart. There's a love hole in my heart and you're fucking it full. Fucking it full of your cum. Fuck my heart, Joe. Cum in my feelings." At this point I am trying not to cum yet, but also not to laugh. This is so dirty and wrong. This poor mostly-decent erection has a huge crush on me and I'm degrading his actual love like it's a fetish. That's what makes it exciting though, right? It's got to compete somehow with being fucking raped while puked out in the back of a dude's truck. Oh fuck, last night was amazing. On the laptop, Madison is going crazy, or pretending. "Joe, there's something I need you to do. Something more than fucking me." "Anything." "Joe, you know I'd do anything for you. Anything you needed. Anything you wanted. I'd die for you, Joe. But I need you to get me pregnant." "Ohhhhhh," Joe groaned, staring into my eyes with such naked vulnerability I had to bite my tongue not to laugh in his face. "Joe, I need your baby. My hoo needs your seed. You need to sow your seed inside me and knock me up. I'm not on the pill, Joe, and we're barebacking, and you're going to shoot your baby batter in me, all the way deep in me. I need your willy in my snatch, but I need your bun in my oven too. I'm not on the pill. I'm not on the pill. I'm so ripe and ready for it. Imagine me in one of my halter tops with a belly you gave me, eight months pregnant with your babyyyy." It's almost true that I'm not on the pill. I've been on Seasonale injections since I was like fourteen. Who the fuck wants periods? Joe was well beyond speech at this point. He was so totally in my control it was thrilling. I could say anything and he'd believe it, and I could say the right things and drive him insane. I was like a genie granting his wishes. "Joe, the people in the porno," I said, "do you think they're in love like we are? Do you think they're in love together with each other? Do you think he'll get her pregnant and she'll have pregnant tits for him?" With probably superhuman effort, Joe managed to croak "I'm going to cum." "Are you going to cum, Joe? Where? In my sweet little bliss sheath? Are you going to make your baby in me? Joe, we're Mary and Joseph. Do you know what that makes our baby?" Joe's eyes were wider than I've ever seen a human being's. "No way," I laughed, but I kept the laugh under control, non-threatening. It was hard to regulate myself, feeling my own fucking ecstasy bomb assembling itself in my thighs and intestines. "We can't bring Jesus back like this. I'm not a virgin anymore. That's because of you. The only one who's gonna be coming a second time is you. Cumming in my love hole, drowning my heart in your semen, impregnating every egg in my ovaries. Oh god. I love you. I love you. Spill it in me. Spill it in my body." Joe grunted like somewhere inside him whole planets were shaking themselves apart. Because I was on top, and a pee in a vee doesn't make a perfect seal, his glop was flooding right out of me, pouring over him. Like he was ejaculating himself a speedo. "Stay hard," I said. "Stay hard. Stay hard. I'm cumming." This much, at least, was true. I ground my clit against the spot where the top of his cock met his body. "Suck my boobies, Joe. Work those nipples. When I'm pregnant you can drink my milk. I'll drink your milk every day. Out of your dong. Suck my titties Joe!" He followed my directions. What really felt good about it was how hard he needed me. I think I had become his whole life at that point. It was funny, disgusting, and sexy all at once. What was sexy about it was me. I was so smoking that I could have him like that. He was still emptying himself in me, even. My rapist last night didn't cum that much. It was me. My pleasure was me. My BJ-queen mouth was for boys but my catcher's mitt was mine. My pretty pink fucking fleshbean was more precious than all the diamonds ever cut. I was a rutting, filthy cunt goddess for me. Me, me, meeeee... I was cumming. I Every Give Blowjobs Ohh. Collapsed against Joe. Realized I was breathing really, really heavily. Soaked in sweat, tits slippy with it. Nipples sliding with our breathing on his thin, boyish chest. His groin was a swamp of his own orgasm juice. When I got my breath back, I rolled off him. "I got something more for you to see, Joe," I said. "It's on my bed." I climbed down. For a second I thought he wasn't going to follow me, but of course he did. "Look at this," I said, and lay back. I pulled my feet back, and back, and back... and crossed my ankles behind my head. I'd been saving up this trick for so long. His mouth literally fell open. "I'm offering you something. Can you guess what it is? Can you kiss it?" He sealed his mouth over my bare sex lips and slid his tongue up my pink to my scream button. So glad I had a shaved area. Felt so smooth and good. I doubted he knew how to eat pussy from experience but some things must be easy to pick up as you go along because it felt pretty decent. "Like your cum? That's the taste of a baby. Our baby together. My breasts full of milk for both of you. I love you. Keep kissing my slot. I love you." I was actually really surprised at how fast I came. It wasn't one of the best ones but it was okay. Left me tingly. I'd have to think about getting my cunt sucked more often. Joe was a little out of breath. "Sorry lover, am I too needy?" "No. No, Mary. I love licking you. I love you." "I've got... something else too, something else for you, lover, baby. Kiss me down there again. Kiss me tight." He did. So obedient. "Joe, I need to pee, but I don't want to get up and go to the bathroom. Can you drink my piss for me, Joe? Can you do that? Can you swallow my yellow love for me?" "Uh-huh," Joe grunted, eagerly flicking his tongue at me. "Lover, it's not an orgasm. Just hold still and let me squirt it out. Oh, drink it. Drink my love. I love youuuuuu." It wasn't like an orgasm, but it was really intense somehow. It trickled out at first and then really blasted. He just kept swallowing and swallowing. Barely any got on my bed. I felt... serviced. Ankles still crossed behind my head. Didn't need to use my hands. He just gave himself up to me, doing whatever I needed, like sex slave for my sex parts. Was this what it was like for guys when I beejayed their rods? "I love you, Joe," I cooed over the moans from the porno, guessing I could string him along for one or two more decent fucks at least before he figured it out. But in my head I was already drawing up a list, and it had a heading: Ways to Get Raped. I know, right? So wet just thinking about it. So slippery, slimy, lips sliding deliciously over each other every time my legs moved. Whole cunt like an itch that needed a cock-shaped scratch. Whole world full of horny boys to stare at me and shove me to the ground and oh, I can't wait.