Fresh Toppings, Served Hot

I loaded the last box into the U-Haul and bent my lips into an unconvincing smile as my dad theatrically dusted off his hands. He walked my apartment keys to the rental office for me, then climbed into the driver’s seat of the truck. I tried to make myself useful by pulling up directions on my phone and opening a bag of M&Ms for the trip. As with all dads, the directions weren’t necessary, but he accepted a handful of his favorite driving-candy.

“You know, it’ll be nice having you back. Think about how happy your mom will be to have you around for a bit… and the dog, too! You know you’re his favorite!” Dad was earnestly trying to get me to see any upside to my move home. My employer had collapsed in scandalous financial ruin so quickly and so completely that, like most employees, I hadn’t had time to plan; we’d barely had time to pack our desks before security herded us out the door. I was luckier than many, since I happened to be at the end of my lease and had parents who were willing and able to take me in.

My dad shifted the U-Haul into gear, and we pulled away from my adult life as I’d known it. I didn’t look forward to a return to my hometown and living with my parents, but it was better than starvation… I mean, probably… right? As we reached cruising speed on the interstate, I glanced at the rearview, saying goodbye to the city I had called home.

A job managing a pizza shop wasn’t my first choice, but right now it was all I had. All right, fine, I was assistant manager. Anyway, despite my parents’ assurances, I insisted that my having a job was an unnegotiable condition to living with them. Mom and dad were great, giving me as much privacy as possible with us all under the same roof, but as I continued striking out at interview after interview, my failures felt like they were broadcast above my head like the bat-signal. I liked to think that I hid my debilitating disappointment, but at times it had to have bubbled past my pretty façade.

Any friends I’d grown up with had long ago moved away for their own lives, so, other than my parents, I was limited to coworkers for company and conversation. Suffice to say, the past three months had been rough and lonely. My career and social frustrations were magnified by my lack of friends or peers to vent to. My brain was a noisy, self-sustaining network of disappointment and isolation. Some days, clocking in at the pizza joint was a relief, just to have a distraction from my loneliness.

Tonight, the shop’s regular Friday cashier was scheduled off for a high school lacrosse game and the college kid who usually delivered for us had abruptly quit two days ago, so I was working alone at the register. It was unusually slow for a Friday in April, and I was distracting myself with gossip articles on my phone when the door chimed. Glancing up, my stomach sank as I recognized the customer.

“Hey! Uh, Sarah, right? Wow, you work here?” The rich, popular boy who had hardly spoken to me in high school approached the counter. My body tensed at the kind of embarrassing, familiar encounter that I knew had to be inevitable when I took this job.

“Oh… hey, Trevor. How can I help you?”

“Didn’t know you were back. Where are you living?”

“I moved in with my parents at the end of January. What would you like?” My jaw clenched so hard I worried I’d crack a filling… and my job didn’t pay for dental! I forced myself to hold his eye contact.

“Wow, because didn’t you go to school at-”

“Yeah.”

“And I thought my mom said you had a job with-”

“Yeah.”

“But now you’re working… here?” His eyes brimmed with smug amusement at my misfortune. I had to break off eye contact, looking down and fidgeting with the register, trying to hide my welling tears behind a swooping lock of my auburn hair.

With the slow night of business, it was just me and the owner, Ari, in the store; that greedy lout was in the back manning the empty ovens and tabulating our lack of receipts. The isolation at the front of the shop hung around me like a petrifying fog, and my skin prickled with goosebumps of instinctive alarm in the presence of a predator.

“Would you like to order anything?” I repeated, gritting my teeth. Trevor took his time pretending to scrutinize the menu.

As he pondered whether to place an order, his eyes settled again and again on my ripe D-cups. I cursed my laundry procrastination the weekend before, which had left the red, ‘mega-lift’ push-up bra that I normally reserved for ‘special dates’ as my only clean option this morning. I self-consciously imagined the dazzling cherry cups radiating through the transparent white cotton of my work shirt as my rack jutted out beneath my chin. Under Trevor’s leering stare, my tits felt like overinflated, neon balloons. I prayed for the flimsy fabric of my polo to magically transform into a baggy sweatshirt. It was a small blessing that no one would see the cheap panties from an old multipack that I’d pressed into service today. The lycra of my leggings felt too tight; I fought the urge to squirm as it hugged me in all the wrong places, squeezing me until I felt the nervous need to pee.

“I think I’ll just have a Coke… for now.” Trevor winked carnivorously as he dropped two dollar-bills on the counter. “Keep the change. See ya around.” He stopped at the cooler for a bottle, then walked out the door. The chime as Trevor exited drew Ari out of the kitchen.

“Who was that? They buy anything?” Ari stuck his head out from the back. I held up the singles in mock-bragging. “Excuse me!” He retorted; that was his favorite way to start a statement. “You better hope things pick up; I can’t pay your salary on no ‘two dollars’.” He disappeared back into the kitchen. “You barely pay me as it is.” I muttered under my breath, wrinkling my nose snottily as I dumped the bills in the register drawer. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and leaned against the counter; this place really couldn’t afford many nights like this.

There wasn’t another customer for the rest of the evening. Ari was admitting defeat and shutting down when the phone rang. He beat me to the receiver, and I heard the growing excitement in his voice as he scribbled down the lengthy order. “Yes, sir… well, thank YOU very much! We’ll see you soon!” He almost shouted in his exuberance before triumphantly slamming down the receiver. Ari hurried off to the kitchen, leaving me to ring up the order for six large pizzas. The call had come just twenty-two minutes before the shop closed.

“Yo! Ari! This is for pick-up, right?” I called. I could hear him singing in the back as he worked, his joyful, off-key aria soaring above the banging of pans and trays. It was amazing how a hundred and fifty-some-odd dollars could improve his corrupt attitude. I checked the receipt again, mulling that the address looked familiar, though I couldn’t place it. Spotting the ticked box under ‘delivery,’ I called out again. “Hey! Ari! We don’t have a driver tonight; who’s running this?!” His song had ended, and my only answer was the mechanical clanking of the pizza oven’s conveyor.

After several more minutes of silence, I walked back to the kitchen. My view of my short, round boss was obscured by the pizza boxes piled on the counter. My reflexes saved me from injury, as I reacted in time to catch the keys that he tossed at me over the towering stack.

“Oh, no way, Ari! I can’t do this delivery! By the time I get there and come back here to return the car, I’ll miss the last bus!” The mountain of boxes gave no indication of changing its mind. “Come on, maaaaaan!” I resorted to whining as a final, hopeless tactic.

“Hey! Excuse me! But that’s not your name out front last I checked!” It also wasn’t Ari’s name out front, last I checked; “Naples” was a picturesque town on the coast of Italy, not my portly boss’s surname.

He emerged from behind the pile of boxes, looking like he’d given the issue a modicum of thought. “Tell you what: you’re a good kid, so I’ll make you a deal,” he continued, “If you make the delivery, you can take the car home for the night and bring it back tomorrow. And I’ll even clock you out whenever my wife picks me up, so you won’t lose any time, maybe even get a couple minutes of OT.”

I jiggled the keys in my hand while I thought it over. Roaming a dark, strange neighborhood searching for an address wasn’t how I wanted to end my Friday night. On the other hand, at least this way I wouldn’t have to take the bus home. And of course, this wasn’t a true debate, since he was my boss, and he had given instructions.

“Okay, Ari… Thanks.” I still wasn’t comfortable making the late delivery but getting to skip public transit for two commutes was a decent compromise.

Ari walked out the back door with me, carrying half the boxes. We reached the car, and I popped the trunk and loaded the pizzas and a bag of napkins and condiments. I shut the boot and turned for the front, spotting Ari as he affixed the illuminated magnetic sign to the roof. The car-topper was an elongated plastic pyramid bearing the shop’s name and number beneath the slogan “Fresh Toppings, Served Hot” (which I was convinced had to be a printing mistake). The words bent in an arc of blue letters below a stylized semicircle of pizza slices that I thought resembled a nightmarish clown’s smile.

“Oh, come on, man!” I resumed whining. “Ari, that sign isn’t gonna bring in any business tonight because you’re closing! At this hour, that thing’s not an ‘ad’, it’s just an attractive nuisance for drunks and delinquents!”

“Excuse me!” That really was Ari’s favorite phrase. “You’re making a pizza delivery; you gotta advertise the pizza shop!” He thought for a second about my point. “And remember that thing’s your responsibility. If that sign vanishes, so does your next check, capiche?”

Nervously chewing my bottom lip, I relented. “Fine, but I’m putting it in the trunk as soon as the delivery is made, okay? Otherwise, I know I’ll forget and who knows what’ll happen to it.” Ari nodded and waved goodbye as he turned to close down the shop.

I crawled glacially along the dark street through the post neighborhood, searching for the address. Finally, I spotted the numbered mailbox in front of the large, unlit house. To my dismay, the horseshoe drive in front was parked solid with four cars. I pulled to the curb, then lugged the heavy stack of pizzas out of the trunk. Reminded that my leggings didn’t have pockets, I awkwardly dangled the car keys from one finger and the bag of napkins and spices from another as I hefted the boxes and locked the car. Walking up the brick walkway to the front door, I strained to support the order.

Mounting the front steps, my stomach lurched uncertainly at the sight of the dark foyer. Balancing the boxes, I extended my elbow to press the doorbell and waited anxiously on the dim doorstep. A shadow appeared in the hallway, turned back the way it came, then reemerged into the foyer and approached the entrance. I stared at the door, convinced that I recognized the house, but when had I been here befo- my thought was interrupted as the form arrived at the door. My belly plunged despairingly as the door opened.

“Oh! Sarah! Small world, huh?” Trevor and his voracious grin greeted me. Even though the boxes were piled in front of my chest, I still felt naked and exposed under his wolfish gaze.

“Hi, Trevor…” I surmised that his presence here and the late order to my shop weren’t a coincidence. But I knew his family didn’t live here; his parents lived a few blocks from mine. And why were there so many cars in the drive when the house seemed totally dark? My flight instinct surged; the brick path seemed to stretch a mile back to the street and the safety of the car. I nervously licked my lips with a dry, anxious tongue. “That’s one fifty-eight ninety-four.” I just needed him to pay for his food, then I’d be home and in my bed.

“What’s your rush? Why don’t you bring those into the party; you could make some friends. I think you’ll find some familiar faces, and I bet they’ll all be excited to see you.” He insistently waved me inside, and, against my better judgment, I entered after a final glance over my shoulder at the car.

Trevor strode quickly ahead, rapidly leading me through the marble parlor, then down a long, dim hallway towards the back of the house. Spectral furniture loomed in the periphery of shadowy rooms as we passed. My slip-on sneakers squeaked on the polished floors as I hurried to keep up. A lighted doorway waited at the end of the corridor. The clattering of bottles and loud, boisterous voices resonated from the room beyond the door.

With a flourish, Trevor pushed open the door, then placed a hand on my back to usher me through. “Hey guys, the pizza’s here! And look who came with it!” he called as I passed him and entered the spacious library and billiards room. The bookshelves and furniture were so recognizable that I thought I would scream from the block in my memory. And, true to Trevor’s word, the room was filled with faces I remembered.

The “party” awaiting me was a gathering of six — five, plus my guide — boys from my high school class. Standing and uncapping a beer bottle was Connor, a lacrosse star, like Trevor. Tommy and Reese, twin rowing champions and student council co-chairs, were loitering near the pool table. And on the couch facing the TV, I recognized Aidan and Duncan, who had been unremarkable athletes and students but renowned partiers in our time. These guys, with a few others, had constituted the “cool boys” in my graduating class. Their group had been snobs and bullies, rich and spoiled; entitled and untouchable.

Five new sets of eyes stalked me as I followed Trevor to the end of the room. He nodded to a small table laden with bags of chips and a bowl of ice and beer bottles. I dumped the heavy stack on the tabletop with a grunt, dropping my keys and the plastic bag in the process. Bending at the waist, I reached under the table to retrieve the keyring and hunt after scattered napkins and packets of parm and red pepper. After a short scramble, I straightened to find the party gawking at me. I tossed the bag of free extras on the table, then nervously tried to tuck my fingers into my back pockets, remembering yet again that my leggings didn’t have pockets as my fingers skimmed fruitlessly across my butt.

“Oh yeah, I remember you…” Connor grunted as he passed me on his way to the food. The embarrassing schoolgirl portion of my mind bubbled at the recognition by the cute, popular boy. I speculated with a dreamy flutter if he — or his friends — had changed since school; maybe matured and mellowed. He turned with a loaded plate, his eyes focused on my chest, and I once more cursed the garish color of my bra. In the background, the basketball game on TV whistled and cheered.

Upon Connor’s ogling welcome, I remembered in a hot, mortifying rush when I had been to this house before. Connor had a brother, Grant, a year older than us. Grant had repeated his senior year and was placed in my Chemistry class during his fifth year before he could graduate and accept a lacrosse scholarship. The teacher, a lacrosse coach, had paired him with me on the final research project. Knowing that I was a good student, the coach hoped my study habits might rub off on Grant, or at least my work would bump up his grade to allow him to graduate.

Grant had invited me to his parents’ house — this house — to work on the project. I had struggled to get him to focus on the assignment; extracting productivity from the lacrosse captain was like pulling stubborn teeth. But what Grant lacked in academic vigor, he made up for in charm, instinct, and cunning. As the night progressed, I surprised myself by agreeing to complete the entire project, then sign both our names.

More astounding, though, was how I had ended my night: on my knees, my argyle sweater and pastel bra tossed over the arm of the couch — the same couch in the center of the room where Aidan and Duncan now sat — with my lollipop-pink lips wrapped around Grant’s cock. The older boy’s cleverness in coaxing me out of my top and into the blowjob was baffling even in that moment as I eagerly fellated him. After swallowing three viscous mouthfuls of salty cum — before going home to write ‘our’ paper on acid-base neutralization — I had implored and sworn him to secrecy. As Connor’s leering eyes burrowed hungrily through my white polo tonight, I wondered if Grant hadn’t broken that promise.

I snapped back from my memory as someone thrust a cold beer into my hand. “I can’t drink, I’m dri-” the chanting crowd drowned out my excuse, “Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!” I took a swig, but as the tumult continued, I returned the bottle to my lips and took two more sips. “Okay, but I can’t get drunk. I have to drive.”

Trevor smirked, “Yeah, I saw your sweet ride. Is that an Optima?”

“It’s better than taking the bus, at least.” I responded.

“You meet a lot of guys like that? Taking public transit?” He was quick with a reply.

“Not as many as you’d think…” I tittered at my own joke, but it seemed like no one else had heard me.

Duncan pulled a pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. He held the pack invitingly at me, but I shook my head ‘no’. Aidan threw an arm around his drunk compatriot, and the two left down the hallway from which I had entered. The remaining boys munched on pizza and talked privately — but loudly — among themselves. I stood awkwardly next to the table as I quietly finished my beer. I placed my keys on the table, using my free hand to open the trash can and dispose of my empty.

Yearning for my bed, I cleared my throat, repeating the noise until I finally caught the attention of the group. “So that’s, uh, one-fifty-eight ninety-four.” I looked around the room, waiting for someone to acknowledge me and pay so I could leave.

“Hey! What’s your rush?” Trevor retorted.

“Yeah, Trevor said you were going to hang out. Make friends, you know. It is my birthday, after all…” Connor echoed. His eyes glinted with mischievous fake hurt. The twins moved to my either side, engaging me in cursory conversation, trying to get me engaged into the party.

“Why’d you move back?” Tommy asked as Reese pushed another beer into my hand. “Who have you been hanging out with?” I took a polite sip as I skirted his and his brother’s questions about the collapse of my career and my new, solitary existence in our hometown. A commotion of rowdy laughter from the hallway drew my attention.

“Hey, guys! Check this out!” Aidan shouted as he and Duncan burst into the library. As they rushed, I saw that Duncan held an illuminated box above his head. I thought my head would split open from aggravation as I realized that they’d stolen the rooftop sign off Ari’s car.

“Think this will look good on my Audi?” Duncan asked, holding out his arms as he balanced the plastic prism on the dome of his head. The ghastly pizza-smile seemed to ghoulishly laugh along with the prank.

“Ah, fuck! Give that back!” I cried, rushing at Duncan. I’d warned Ari that this exact thing was bound to happen! The drunk boy nimbly tossed the sign to Connor, who then flipped it to Reese, each pass setting me further behind the progress. I leapt and scurried between the hexagonal group, throwing out my arms trying to intercept the sailing sign. Colliding with Aidan, I felt his arms encircle my ribs, one hand clutching my waist to slow me and the other carelessly grazing my breast. I broke away from his grasp and continued my futile chase.

Concluding that the game of keep-away with a party of six-foot men wouldn’t end in my favor, I pursued an alternate tactic. Exasperated and breathless, I appealed to Trevor for help. “You dragged me in here! Will you please do something about them?!”

“The way I see it, if you want it back, why don’t you offer them something in exchange?” He suggested unhelpfully. I held my hands out from my sides, incredulously demonstrating that I had nothing. “I bet there’s something you have that they’d want…” He baited.

Reese held the sign over his head as he caught our discussion. “Yeah, you can have it back… if you flash us!” He grinned wickedly as his eyes fixated on my chest. I crossed my arms securely over my chest and shook my head ‘no.’

“Just a quick peek!” his twin chimed in. The room had quieted, with six pairs of eyes now focused on me.

“Not even a full ‘peep show’; just one peep!” Trevor grinned widely as he piggybacked on his own suggestion. Duncan flipped the front of his shirt up, instructively baring his own stomach and pecs.

The six of them gathered in an eager semicircle as my resolve weakened. That sign was easily two hundred bucks; money that I didn’t have at the moment. Besides, it might be nice to have some friends my own age, so maybe I should lighten up and play along? Plus, I was wearing a bra, basically the same as a swimsuit. And my bra was such a bright, flamboyant red that surely, they’d all gotten the gist of it through my translucent white shirt already.

“Okay, one peek, then you’ll give it back, right?” Accepting their attentive silence for agreement, I grabbed the hem of my polo and hoisted it under my chin to bare the vivid red lace of my bra. Behind the scalloped cups, my nips stiffened in the centers of my swollen pale mounds. I silently counted to three, then lowered my shirt and concealed the bulging show.

“Boo!” “No way!” “Rip-off!” “That’s bullshit!” “More!” The protests were immediate and unruly.

“That doesn’t count!” Connor complained. Reese and Tommy pincered from either side, each twin grabbing a handful of my shirt and tugging upward in an effort to re-expose my rack. My milky white belly was uncovered as we grappled.

I struggled against their hands, trying to hold the shirt down while working to open their strong fingers. I heard a tear as the cheap seams threatened to split. “Please, guys?! If you rip my shirt, I have to pay for a new one!”

“Then I guess you better let go, huh?” Tommy reasoned, prying my clenched fingers off the fabric and successfully raising the hem on his side into my armpit. His twin cheated to win, pinching a ticklish tab of flesh above my hip.

“Eep!” I cried. My fingers released their hold, and with a ‘whoosh’ of white cloth, the polo whipped over my head. My unbound auburn hair flew up with the shirt, falling in ginger curtains in front of my eyes and face. The room filled with loud, celebratory buzzing as Tommy raised my top above his head like a trophy, pressing his lips to the white cotton in a ceremonial kiss.

“Smells like pizza dough and victory!” He crowed as he backed towards the pool table.

The lace cups labored to contain my heaving jugs. Reese nipped the softness of my waist again, and I yipped once more as I bent to deflect his badgering fingers. “Okay, fine! This is my bra… Can you give back the sign now? Paying your bill would be nice, too…” I blew hair away from my face and held my arms out in a conceding display.

Trevor cleared his throat and answered. “Uh, yeah, guess that’s a good start… guys, give that back before she leaves.” Aidan carried the lit box across the room and left it next to the exit. I started after Tommy and my shirt. Trevor grabbed my elbow to pull me back, “Don’t worry, we’ll pay, but I thought you were gonna hang out?! Watch the game with us? We’re friends, right?”

“…hang out without my shirt…?” I replied in genuine confusion. I grasped the male instinct to look at breasts, but the invitation to hang out in my underwear in a room full of men was inconceivable.

“Here,” Tommy removed his shirt, and Reese and Connor followed his example. “So, you won’t feel out of place.” The boys grinned conspiratorially.

“That’s really not the same thi-…”

“Be cool! It’s Connor’s birthday! Just sit on the couch with him for a bit, like friends do!” Trevor placed a shepherding hand at the small of my back and gently pushed me in the direction of the infamous leather sofa in the center of the room. Reese’s hand on the waist of my leggings boosted me towards the couch as he added “Might help your tip.”

Connor sat and exaggeratedly swept the cushion clean as I approached, a wide grin on his face. I took a seat next to him, staring ahead at the giant screen showing the game, futilely trying not to think about his brother’s dick in my mouth the last time I’d sat here. The rest of the party hovered in the periphery, indiscreetly monitoring the red straps and cups of my brassiere. With a hackneyed, hyperbolic yawn, Connor draped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his side.

“You two make such a cute couple!” Aidan emphasized his observation with a resonant belch. Connor’s fingers squeezed my soft, bare shoulder and tilted me closer, into his ribs and armpit. My forearm braced uneasily on his thigh. Tommy balled up my shirt and tossed it onto the pool table.

“Hey! How about a friendly birthday kiss, you two!” Trevor cheered. I shook my head in rapid, tight swivels of ‘no’. The crowd rumbled with boos; Trevor persisted. “See how handsome he looks? I bet that’d make his birthday extra special…” The other boys made high, emotive sounds of encouragement.

Sighing tolerantly, I nodded ‘ok’. Righting myself, I leaned in and gently pecked my lips to Connor’s cheek. Blushing, I hurriedly turned back towards the TV.

“What the hell was that?!” Duncan protested. More calls of “Rip-off!” and “Boo!” echoed from the group, along with a disgusted cry of “What is this, Kindergarten?!” I held out my arms in puzzlement.

“No way, make it a real kiss!” Trevor clarified. “You know, it couldn’t hurt your tip…” he tacked on. I shyly started to shake my head ‘no’ again, but the din of the crowd swayed me. ‘It’s one kiss,’ I thought to myself, ‘pretty harmless.’

I turned back to Connor, closed my eyes, puckered my lips, then pressed my mouth to his. Our lips met, then his opened in a widening breach, trying to envelope mine. Connor’s tongue thrashed determinedly, worming between my lips and into my mouth. His breath tasted of booze and sauce. I burbled a confused “Mmmf?” as he intensified the kiss. His hand at the back of my head pulled my mouth harder into his as his aggressive lips swarmed my mouth.

My eyes opened awkwardly at his startling forcefulness. His lips pushed and molded over and against mine, stretching and crushing as he consumed my mouth. ‘If only seventeen-year-old-me could see this,’ I thought, recalling Connor’s untouchable status as the school hunk. My, um, ‘encounter’ with his brother notwithstanding, I’d had a one-sided crush on Conner for much of high school. My lips parted in acceptance, receiving, and returning his zealous kiss. All those dizzy schoolgirl dreams percolated with mounting excitement inside me.

His intensity sent his teeth clattering against my own. Tapping my fingertips to his arm, I tried to calm his onslaught. Connor took my touch for encouragement, tightening his hold at the back of my head and increasing the force of his mauling lips. His other hand moved up my side, plodding heavily over my lace-enclosed breast then following the strap to my shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers swept the satiny red band down my arm.

I broke away in sputtering protest. “Hold up… we said ‘a kiss’!” I moved to fix my bra strap, as Connor’s hand excitedly cupped my breast through the relaxed lace cup. Our noses hung a hair apart and I watched his mouth erupt in a giddy smile at the feel of my boob. When I didn’t interrupt him, his other hand joined at my twin. Scooping and squeezing my tits, Connor’s hands weighed their heft and firmness. We kissed again; gentler, nicer, our lips dancing as partners, not combatants. Woozy bubbles of arousal and nostalgia tittered around my schoolgirl brain as I lived out her teenage daydream.

While I was preoccupied with our kiss, one of the twins lunged over the back of the couch and unclasped my bra. The ends of the band immediately recoiled, springing open and away from my spine. Before I could react, the slackened cups sagged and drooped off my tits, a crescent of pink-areola-sunrise peeked over the red lace horizon on each sphere. Male hands raced into action from every angle and the bra was snatched away before I could voice any protest.

“Whoa,” Connor exhaled as his hands returned to my bare rack. His palms engulfed the soft bulbs of my breasts, feeling their weight and bounce, wearing a delighted grin. “No fucking way those are real, are they?!” Tommy swore but Connor nodded in the affirmative while focusing on the task in-hand.

“Now hold on-” I started to meekly resist again, but it was only empty words. My body was visibly responding, relishing the thrill of the high school crush caressing my tits.

Reese interrupted my timid non-objection. “When was the last time you got any dick?” I shook my head, flushing crimson and declining to answer the intimate question. He continued the interrogation. “Okay, well, when was the last time your tits were touched like that?”

Trevor took up the line of questioning. “You said you’ve been living with your parents since January… No chance you’re sneaking boys into your room there, right?” I shook my head, breathing through my nose to stop myself from panting as Connor kneaded and groped my breasts.

“So,” Trevor continued, “best case scenario let’s say you closed down your old apartment in style and the last thing you did before the moving van rolled up was take a nice, old-fashioned deep-dicking. That leaves your cooze on the bench for some of January, then February, March, and now most of April.” I shut my eyes softly as Connor thumbed my nipple. Trevor assessed Connor’s work on my chest before concluding, “I would wager that you think our host’s interest in your body feels pretty nice…”

Connor leaned his face to mine again, and I opened my mouth to meet his kiss. My wet lips accepted and embraced his. A quiet purr of arousal fizzed in the back of my throat. Trevor wasn’t wrong; even before my move, my bed hadn’t exactly been on fire. And Connor’s hands felt so nice on my tits… even if those other boys were watching, this was okay. The warm moistening between my legs loosened my resistance.

“How about a birthday blowjob?” Tommy crowed. Connor backed away from our kiss and shocked me by unzipping his pants and pulling out his erect penis in front of the group. I stared at the wagging prick in stunned silence. “Like friends do!” Reese called between fits of laughter.

“It’ll be a chance for you to relearn after your time away from the game.” Trevor encouraged. “You know, get your sea-legs back.” He tittered. “D-legs!” Tommy rejoined, and the group cackled.

“Birth-day blow-jay!” Aidan and Duncan sang, exhausting their limited coherence on the obscene tune. Connor leaned back into the corner of the couch with one leg propped and bent between us, presenting his offering, and inviting me to accept the privilege. His unit was big — bigger than I remembered his older brother — and veiny, a cock with ambition and energy.

“You guys whip your dicks out in front of each other often?” I jested, buying time while I considered the proposition.

“It’s nothing we haven’t seen at the gym. Nice, isn’t it?” Tommy replied, making a rectangle “frame” of his fingers in front of his eye. “Come on, you can’t blueball the man on his birthday!” Reese piled on, then leaned forward and gave my tit a daring fondle of his own.

I stared at Connor’s swaying erection. The sedate corner of my brain told me things had gone too far already; but the swamp in my panties urged me further. I floated a compromise. “How about a handjob… to start?” There were some quiet, indistinct rumbles of discontent from the standing crowd, but no objection from the birthday boy as I leaned over his lap.

Connor closed his eyes appreciatively as my fingers wrapped around his pulsing shaft. His broad vein throbbed in my palm as I began to flex my elbow. I pulled my legs up under me on the couch cushion, kneeling as I leaned over his thigh. Bracing my supporting palm behind the crook of his bent knee on the leather cushion, my active arm flailed along his eager shaft.

My tits wavered and rocked below my ribs with the exertion. The party cheered my swaying naked jugs, watching their friend get jerked off by the high-school-bookworm-turned-delivery-girl. Precum leaked from the tip of Connor’s pipe, spreading in a lubricating film inside my pumping fist. His fingers eagerly returned to my chest, fondly the dangling mounds as I insistently tugged at his dick.

It was becoming clear that the host’s cock wasn’t going to succumb by my hand alone. My fiendish libido begged me to further the encounter, starved for attention after months of neglect. ‘These guys have seen your tits, they’ve seen you play with his dick, what’s the difference now?’ it cackled malevolently in my sweltering lizard brain. I could feel Connor’s hands on my breasts, gripping and unsubtly trying to drag my body down towards his lap. Succumbing to my libido, I allowed Connor to pull my face down.

As he yanked my face into his lap, his glans bumped clumsily into my nose and cheek before finally finding my mouth. I warbled softly as my lips closed around his pole. His hand clamped on the back of my neck, the other reached under me and resumed its favored position, cupping my swaying bosom.

My lips traveled a patient lap of his length, testing his reaction and reacquainting myself with the act. I looked up at Connor, returning his gaze as I held his tip pursed between my lips, then obediently closed my eyes, and began rhythmically bobbing my mouth along his dick. Bracing with one hand ringed at the base of his shaft, I dropped the other to tenderly caress and scratch his sack. Despite my months of neglect, my skill and enthusiasm for sucking cock was obvious.

“God, look at her take it!” Aidan stammered, dumbfounded at my fervor. I felt other hands on my butt and bare back as I blew Connor, one or two venturing below my body to palm my hanging tits.

“Oh fuck, this is even better than Grant said…” Connor stammered. I opened my eyes in skeptical slits for an instant at the confirmation of his brother’s broken promise. But where my demure mind told me that I should feel humiliated, instead I felt enflamed lust and exhilaration. Hot, wet excitement trickled down my thighs as I looped my tongue around the rigid tool. ‘I’ll show you how much better I’ve gotten!’ my mind boasted as I churned my mouth faster and deeper over Connor’s dick.

Behind me, hands grabbed my sneakers and snatched them from my feet. The shoes clunked dully on the hardwood across the room. More fingers pinched under the waist of my leggings and peeled the pants off my hips and down my ass. “Fwey!” I whined around the obstructing cock in my mouth, but my spiritless objection was disregarded. The boys caught sight of the grey leopard pattern of my thong — old, cheap panties from the back of my drawer that I’d resorted to this morning in laundry-induced desperation — and broke out in spirited amusement.

“Weren’t expecting anyone to see those, were you?” “Must have caught her on laundry day.” “Check it out! The crotch is almost black, she’s so wet!” “They all look the same on the floor.” The conversation went on as my leggings were pulled down my thighs to the dog-leg of my knees. Two men took an ankle each, straightening my legs and yanking the tights free. My almost-naked body was alive with crawling hands, grasping, squeezing, and pawing at my bare ass, back, thighs, and tits.

I was suddenly particularly aware of my undress in the room full of near-strangers, and with a dick burrowed between my lips. Despite the hint of doubt flickering in my head, my mouth didn’t waver in its duties on Connor’s prick. My responsible mind recognized my unjustifiable circumstances, while the insides of my thighs glistened with my seeping eagerness.

My mouth bucked excitedly along Connor’s cock as another hand slipped up my inner thighs until it reached my dripping mound. Tommy’s voice rang out behind me, “She’s fucking soaked!” as he pushed his fingers against my puffy lips through the tatty, drenched cotton of my panties. There was a scrambling pause, the crotch of my thong was pulled aside, and two fingers sank into my steaming pussy.

“Mmmmsh!” I gurgled around Connor’s manhood. “She fucking loves it!” someone called out. The fingers sank into my gash until they bottomed-out at his third knuckles. My hungry pussy clung eagerly to the fingers as they twisted between my folds. I twirled my tongue around Connor’s dick, passing on my pleasure into his.

Mismatched hands snatched at the waistband of my panties above my hips. The thong rolled over the hocks of my ass, and I moaned with muffled dismay as the fingers slid from my cunt to allow the panties to pass. The room echoed with applause as the last scrap of soggy cloth was peeled off my body.

Connor pushed his pants to his ankles and kicked his legs free without uncoupling my mouth from his dick. He let me work another minute more before grasping me under my armpits and trying to drag my body towards his. Realizing his intention, I balked. A friendly, albeit public, blowjob was one thing; naughty, but fun. Getting barebacked in front of a live audience felt like a different beast.

Reading my indecision, Trevor stepped in with another deal. “If you fuck my man for his birthday, I could ask about a job at my dad’s firm…” “And don’t forget your tip!” someone added from behind me, and Trevor and Connor nodded. My tension against Connor’s pull ebbed as I thought. The prospect of a new job — no more pizza shop, no more Ari, no more customers, no more deliveries (and the, uh, curious deeds that went with them) — was extremely tempting. And, of course, there was the lure of a substantial gratuity tonight. Connor was attractive, I was furiously horny, and I had already exposed every inch of my body to the party and sucked his dick in public, anyway. I nodded and released the last of the resistance in my back and legs.

I was briskly put on my back on the leather cushion, and Connor kneeled between my thighs. He looked down triumphantly at me as he guided his prick to my entrance. The buttered folds of my pussy parted easily as he penetrated me. I gasped quietly at his entry; he groaned in festive joy. “God, happy fucking birthday to me!” he tackily growled. The partygoers whooped in celebration. “Takin’ the tip for a tip!” someone applauded.

My eyes closed sensually as he began to thrust. Just because this was bargained, didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy it, I posited. And while I never would have guessed that this was how I’d get my first lay in almost half a year, Connor quickly showed he was up to the task. “Oh god, fuck me!” I mewled, crossing one arm over my ribs to support my jogging tits, and running the fingers of my other hand through my tangling auburn mane. My pussy quaked and my cries rose then abruptly broke off as, after long months of chastity, I came woefully fast. The crowd roared in appreciation of my vocal climax.

A warm bulk pressed against my lips. I opened my eyes to find Trevor standing over me, pushing his dick against my mouth. Seeing the question in my eyes, he responded, “You want me to talk to my dad?” Understanding, I obediently opened my lips and closed my eyes.

Connor and Trevor worked as a pair, seeming to coordinate their drives into my willing holes. The cock in my mouth withdrew just enough to let me squeal at the pleasing thrusts of the dick in my gash. I stroked and tugged Trevor’s shaft as my lips traveled their squeezing route from his tip to base, groaning in pleasure as his friend fucked me.

Trevor lifted my head and shoulders off the cushion, then sat. As he lowered, he tugged and twisted my body, pulling me away from Connor’s still-thrusting dick until the host’s tool exited my pussy with a wet slip. Connor grumbled in momentary dejection and sat on the far armrest. Ignoring the birthday boy’s discontent, Trevor pulled me on top of him, straddling his lap with my tits pushing into his face.

“Damn, these are fucking nice.” He muttered, lunging face-first into my rack while guiding his manhood to my slit. I cooed sultrily as I sank onto him, Trevor’s mouth and hands at my breasts adding to my buzz as I filled myself on the second cock of the evening. My mind voiced fleeting alarm at my mounting depravity, but I explained it away, justifying ‘I’m just making up for the long layoff.’ Bouncing on my knees, I rode Trevor’s prick, swiveling my hips to steer him deep into my womb.

I looked up to find two fresh naked men before me. To my left, Reese sat at the corner of the couch arm and back; on my right side, Tommy stood on the middle cushion, his erection waving proudly from his crotch. Both twins were comparably endowed, and identically insistent. I leaned to my right, taking Tommy into my mouth while ringing my fingers around Reese’s shaft to my left. My lips bobbed their snug embrace along Tommy’s cock, then I switched brothers, stroking Tommy as I busily sucked Reese. Below me, my pussy melted, oozing my fluids down Trevor’s pipe and off his balls onto the couch below.

Freeing my mouth for an instant, I threw my head back and painted the ceiling with my climaxing profanities. “Fuck me! God, your cock is so fucking good! Fuck my pussy harder! Shit, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck meeeeee!” I blushed at my outburst as my orgasm crested, taking Tommy back into my jaws with a contrite whimper as Trevor continued to thrust below me.

“Man, we should have invited her to more parties in high school…” Duncan observed from the fringes.

Trevor boosted me out of his lap as he stood, giving my ass an approving smack as he passed. Tommy’s hands on my hips guided me back to the couch, this time on my knees, lengthwise. Reese knelt before me, pressing his cock to my mouth. I eagerly wrapped my lips around his tool, while behind me his twin entered my freshly fucked pussy. “Hmmmff!” I hummed through my nose as Tommy’s manhood parted my gash.

As I sucked Reese, his hands traveled over my pale face, then to the back of my head. Gathering my long, red hair into a loose ponytail, he fashioned a makeshift bridle to guide my tempo. His hips pumped forward, feeding his dick into my mouth and down my throat. Behind me, Tommy plunged his cock deep into my drenched pussy. Spit-roasted by the twins, my mind swirled surreally while my loins bubbled towards another potent orgasm.

“Not before my brother gets a turn.” Tommy interrupted as he abruptly exited me, eliciting a bratty whine from my lips. He stood from the couch while Reese climbed around on the couch back to my tail. The second twin settled into place behind me, and without a word pierced the wet folds of my snatch. Tommy arrived before me, his glans sticky with my cum as it batted my nose and lips. My open mouth chased after his tip, finally enfolding him between my lips and tasting the raw flavor of my own juices.

Reese’s tempo was steadier than his twin’s. With long, deep strokes, his cock smoothly thumped a firm rhythm into my slit. Tommy resumed his frantic pace, this time at my mouth. His dick flailed over my tongue and into my tonsils, gagging me in an eruption of frothy spit and foam. Hands — his and another’s — at the back of my head and neck held me in place as his prick galloped in my jaws. Other hands pawed at my back, butt, and tits, advancing from all angles.

Sinewy arms looped around my waist, unexpectedly hauling me away as I was abruptly claimed by the unseen meddler. Reese’s tool squished abruptly from my gash and his brother’s sprang from my mouth with a slobbery pop. My feet kicked feebly in the air as I was carted away from the couch. Aidan appeared between my legs, stabilizing my ankles around his shoulders as I was lowered onto a padded leather ottoman.

“Jesus,” I wheezed assessing the line of nude men spanning the room, “are all of you really going to fuck me?”

Connor came to my right side. “Are you gonna say ‘no’?” he mocked as he stood over me. He gave my bare tit a generous squeeze as his next naked friend arranged himself between my thighs.

Aidan’s hips pivoted forward, sinking his cock into my sodden pussy. Connor pressed his own tip to my lips, and I accepted him into my mouth with an aching moan. A cockhead tapped impatiently at my left cheek, and I reached to stroke it with my hand while tending to the birthday boy. Relenting, I traded, finding Duncan pressing his rigid manhood to my jaws. My mouth took his dick, swirling my tongue around the glans and bucking my lips along the shaft.

I watched my feet hanging in the air behind Aidan’s head. My toes, nails painted a juvenile metallic pink, curled with pleasure as my cunt contracted around his thrusting dick. Each pounding entry peeled my bare back and butt across the leather cushion. Swapping my slavering mouth between Connor and Duncan’s pricks, my tits wobbled on my ribs with Aidan’s every impact.

Squealing around Duncan’s tool, my pussy clamped down on Aidan’s shaft. Duncan’s hand on the back of my head held my mouth in place through my climax. Bubbles of drool fizzed from the corners of my mouth as my gagged yowl forced its way out around the obstructing pole.

Captured by a rare moment of ambition, Duncan unexpectedly moved and left my mouth with a dribbly smack of my lips. Moving speedily, he grabbed beneath my armpits and scooped my back off the ottoman. I dangled between his hands under my arms and my ankles draped over Aidan’s shoulders. With startling agility, Duncan skated onto the ottoman, in under my suspended trunk, before dropping my back and butt onto his abdomen. Through the lift and drop process, Aidan’s prick never left my slit.

Duncan’s hands crawled up my ribs to my bobbing rack. Scooping up twin handfuls of doughy tit-meat, he groaned appreciation of my soft and supple body. Trevor had taken Duncan’s place beside my head, and he fed his prick into my open lips before I had regained my wits after my move.

“Sure, her tits are great,” Duncan announced from beneath me, “But I’m more of an ass man…” One of his hands left my bust and squeezed the swell of my butt. With my legs raised and parted over Aidan’s shoulders, the bubble of my cheeks lay at his crotch. My own wet excitement followed gravity from my quim’s raised pose, sloppily trickling over my taint and into my crack. Guiding his rigid tool, Duncan pressed his tip against the exposed, slicked rosebud of my anus. My clenched sphincter resisted stubbornly, but Duncan persisted and wore down its refusal. With a filling shudder, his cock lunged into my asshole.

“Hergk!” I burbled as my backdoor was rudely packed, but Trevor’s dick was lodged in my throat and muddled the noise. The room erupted in cheers. Below me, the doubled erections jammed both of my holes. While my mouth was likewise stuffed with Trevor’s prick, a hand on my other side piloted my free fingers to blindly stroke a fourth man. I reflected that this was not the way I had imagined my night would go when I left for work this morning.

The cocks in my ass and pussy drilled deep into my tender holes, thrashing inside me like untamed brutes. Each stretching pole carved out fresh territory in my innards, my impossible fullness extending through me like a dizzying fever until the heat seemed to consume my entire body. My lips were stolen away from Trevor, and a new cock entered my mouth. The taste of my own cum on the shaft suggested Reese, but the face was lost in the bustle above me. Aidan’s driving pipe drummed rhythmically in my quim, and a stinging, powerful orgasm shuddered through my small, busty, overextended frame. I screamed in airtight pleasure over the mystery dick in my mouth as my pussy quivered around Aidan’s cock.

Impatient hands redirected my face once more, turning me about again and packing my mouth with another anonymous pole. I obediently coursed my lips along the shaft, my chin dripping with drool that overflowed my jaws. A moment later, I was abruptly snatched away yet again. I reversed and dedicatedly pleased the latest dick with my utile lips. My hands worked to double my efforts, feverishly stroking whichever pricks found my fingers.

The cock wrenched from my mouth in a burst of spit as Duncan sat up beneath me. Aidan stood and backed away, withdrawing from my pussy as he dropped my legs from his shoulders. Duncan’s tool sloshed out of my anus, and he pushed me up on my jellied legs. Reese promptly flopped to his back on the stool, executing a sit-up as he reached for my hands and pulled me over him. I stepped forward gingerly, straddling the man while he reclined and tugged me downward with him. Bracing his dick skyward below me, I lowered myself onto his swollen pipe.

The other boys fanned out in front of me as my pussy sank onto Reese’s shaft. The forest of dicks waved demandingly at my face. I leaned my mouth to the left, taking the furthest portside tool into my jaws while stretching my arm to the right to massage that end-cock. My concentration centered on my mouth and hands, almost forgetting about the surging manhood in my sloppy gash. Moving in towards the center of the row, my mouth swapped to the next cock in line, bringing my left hand to replace my lips on the vacated shaft.

I had, in fact, neglected to count the dicks before me, and was caught off guard by the hand lifting at the cleft of my buttocks. Craning my eyes to peer behind me, Connor’s face came into view. He beamed a wide birthday smile as he leaned forward. The head of his tool pressured my puckered knot, then pierced through the back exit with a satisfied grunt. A porcine squeal screeched from my packed lips as the host’s manhood burrowed into my rectum.

“Guys…” Connor announced with a contented chuckle, “this is, like, a top-five-ever birthday gift…” His hips began to gyrate, carving his broad cock into my constricting anus. The crowd cheered their agreement as the third man in line wrested my mouth away from his neighbor and filled my jaws with his own prick. I kept my hands active on the two poles at the ends, stroking the men with all the skill I could muster. Below me, Reese pushed his hips upward, smoothly raising his cock into my pussy.

Other than Reese fixed below me, the crowd orbited in predatory paces, hunting for an opening and opportunity for penetration. Like sharks circling vulnerable quarry, the men surrounded me, stalking, and pouncing at any opening; they showed only the scantest of table manners at the feeding frenzy.

A stirring in the row sent a new man to my rear. Connor courteously exited my ass, and the next man quickly filled my blinking rosebud. The prior invasions had numbed the hole so that its stubbornness yielded with only a token struggle. Coming around my side, Connor regained my open mouth, driving his grimy-tasting cock past my tongue and lips and into the back of my throat.

“Holy shit! That was just in your ass!” Aidan exclaimed in amazement. “Are nerds always this fucking filthy?!”

“Look how she loves that double-dicking from the twins,” Trevor said matter-of-factly, evincing it was Tommy who had now dug balls-deep in my asshole, “She was always a fucking freak; even if she didn’t know it yet.” I shut my eyes submissively, bobbing my lips and devotedly polishing Connor’s soiled cock.

Reese moved beneath me, and Tommy curtailed assfucking me and exited my tush. I toppled off Reese as he stood up, then lay on my hip at the edge of the ottoman as Connor took a seat in its center. He stared at me with a lurid smile on his lips, then grabbed his cock and waved it invitingly. “Climb on!”

I swept a fatigued leg over his hips, whimpering as I sank my aching pussy down his length. I grunted — too exhausted to form words — as he bottomed out inside me. My hips began rotating, bouncing me along the birthday boy’s manhood as Duncan stepped forward and thrust his cock back into my lips. Beneath me, Connor grinned arrogantly.

“Yeah, you love that birthday cock, don’t you?” Connor rumbled. I nodded my head ‘yes’ as I rode him. “Say it! Tell me you love my big birthday cock!” He ordered.

“Wah ‘uv ore vfik hurfay kahw!” I spluttered around Duncan’s obstructing dick.

“Sweety, no one can understand you with your mouth full of cock.” Connor scolded to uproarious laughter from the party. “Take the dick out of your mouth when you speak.” As a birthday favor to his host, Duncan pulled out from my lips.

“I love your birthday cock!” I breathlessly shrieked, bucking wildly on top of him. My ripe tits rebounded rowdily with my every bounce. “God, I fucking love your big birthday cock!” The reprise gushed from my lips as I came again. The party thundered jubilantly, and Tommy shoved past Duncan to re-pack my mouth with his dick.

Behind me, Reese slid into position. His cockhead skidded down my crack before wriggling through my slackened pucker. As Reese bowed his hips forward, skewering my bowed anus, my hands were guided to two other pipes to my sides. Flapping my arms like futile wings, I jerked two additional men while my pussy, ass, and mouth were simultaneously stuffed with cocks. As my triple holes were abused, I felt like the clique had converted me into an absurd, perverted device, to be exploited for their pleasure.

Bobbing my head and pumping my arms in debauched synergy, I serviced the three faceless dicks in my mouth and hands while my holes were plugged by two more. I recognized Trevor’s voice as he swapped with Reese at my backdoor. I groaned at the bite of his glans barging past my knot but hummed in consent as my ass was again filled with a cock. Trading my mouth to the lone neglected prick before me, I whirred blearily as I was used by the pack of grown preppies. Hands yanked my lips down the sloppy shaft; hands mauled and pawed my tits, ass, and every inch of skin their fingers could reach.

Trevor’s hot breath cooked my ear as he drew close behind my head. “I knew I was gonna fuck you as soon as I saw you in the store today. Did you know it, too?”

“Brrmng,” I gagged evasively around the cock in my mouth.

“Deny it if you want, but don’t forget you’re working for tips. And now I. Own. Your. Ass.” He emphasized each of his last words with a hard thrust into my overstretched pucker.

Pinned between the thrusting male bodies, I drifted, lost in the fog of lust and cocks. My carnal heat swelled, saturating my brain with enjoyment at being stuffed in every hole, fucked like a whore. No, I corrected myself, not like a whore; they were fucking me like a lonely, bookish delivery girl desperate for attention and tips. I bayed in grueling pleasure.

Tommy’s pole shivered in my hand as I stroked him. His leaking tip promised to begin spurting as he wrenched my mouth away from his twin’s cock and shoved his own at my face. As Connor and Trevor’s pricks continued thumping my gash and knot, Tommy unleashed a potent jet of thick cum that struck and divided on the point of my nose. The hot seed splashed against my cheeks, dripped off my jaw, and landed in heavy droplets on Connor’s chest and the leather footstool.

“Don’t get cum on the leather!” Connor barked, ushering me off of his cock and to the floor. My muddled brain registered passing amusement at which cum globs had raised his ire. Behind me, Trevor cooperatively pulled out of my asshole and moved me to my knees on the wood.

As I knelt, jizz continued to fly from Tommy’s tip, lashing a sticky stripe up my neck and another onto my surging tits. I grabbed his prick and corralled it into my mouth, squeezing the pole and milking a load down my throat. “Hmmsh,” I hummed as I swallowed the heavy dose of salty gel. Popping the slaked cock from my mouth, I alertly scanned the remainder of the party.

Connor crooked a directing finger at me, then pointed to the footstool. “Clean it up…” he ordered. I crawled the two steps to the edge of the seat, extended my tongue and lapped the spilled semen off the leather. As I turned to show Connor my swallowed-empty mouth, a gummy rope of spunk gushed from his dick, landing in a wide, messy band from my ear across my eye to my forehead. A second volley splattered on my nose and cheek, quickly joined by a third that stitched over the bridge of my nose and trickled away under my opposite eye.

He placed his tip against my lips, which I opened and accepted him. Syrupy cum gushed across my tongue and down my throat. Connor stared down at me as I swallowed. “Does it taste better than Grant’s?” He grinned in ghoulish amusement at his own question. I nodded ‘yes’ with his dick pursed in my lips, although I’d had too many cocks in my mouth that night to taste any difference. Satisfied, Connor unceremoniously yanked his pipe from my mouth, startling me and knocking me off balance so I came to rest on my hip.

As I recoiled, Trevor stepped in inches away from me, unloading his cock onto my unprepared face. I gasped and sputtered as he doused my eyebrows and forehead at close range. A gooey lob landed in a heavy mess in the hair atop my head, followed by another that tangled in my bangs and hairline. Firmly grabbing the top of my head, he wrenched my face upward and drizzled cum over my lips and chin. He pushed his drained manhood into my mouth and squeezed out a final squirt into my tonsils.

“I should have saved something for those tits.” Trevor lamented, tapping his spent prick against my lips and chin in a squall of jizz flecks.

“I’ve got ’em!” Reese called, stepping forward and drenching my bust in a blizzard of sticky cords. The gobs of cum ran together in rivulets over my globes, collecting in my cleavage and oozing from my tits to my stomach and the floor. He raised his aim, blasting another shot onto my lips and nose. I flinched at the blow, turning my face, and taking a streak in my ear and in the hair at my temple.

Reese’s eyes gleamed with a ribald smile as he backed away. Aidan and Duncan stepped forward, and Duncan bent down and grabbed me by my knees. Jerking my legs open, he declared, “I haven’t had a turn in her pussy yet!” I distantly pondered whether that was true; with all the dicks I had taken and combinations of penetrations I had endured, it felt impossible that any of the boys had missed a crack at any of my holes. He levered my butt off the floor, hooking my knees into his elbows as he raised me to meet him. With a grunt, Duncan’s cock entered the sodden, aching hamburger meat between my legs.

I rasped as he thrust into my exhausted pussy, curling my back skyward above my shoulders and head braced on the hardwood. My tits waggled atop my arched frame with each impact. As my body shook, the patchwork of jellied cum on my breasts broke and ran, trickling off my ribs and dripping to the floor. On my face, the layered jism of the four partygoers mingled and sloughed from my chin and forehead and down my cheeks into my ears and hair. I croaked wearily as my aching pussy shuddered and contracted around Duncan’s shaft, cumming almost more from the debauched sensation of the others’ jizz oozing over my body than from the dick in my gash.

From behind and above my head, Aidan fired a line of viscous splooge, frosting my cheek and eye. That sight broke his friend’s stamina, and dropping me to the floor, Duncan pulled out of my worn-out cunt and climbed over my legs, straddling my stomach. He mirrored Aidan’s action, coating my forehead and cheek with long, arcing shots that petered out in splotches over my tits and neck. With my eyes sealed shut by jizz, I blindly felt the successive whips of cum slapping my cheeks, nose, and chin. The cum flowed and slithered over my face, blending into the coats of jism from the other guests and dribbling from my ribs and jaw onto the hardwood beneath my back.

Harsh laughter made me open my lids, blinking as cum tangled in my lashes and stung my eyes. Aidan smacked his softening cock against my cheekbone as Duncan flapped his own at my tits.