Chandler and Ross went back to their old fraternity house at NYU in Manhattan. Neither had been the prototypical frat boy, but housing in Manhattan was hard to get, and the fraternities simplified things. They dropped in, and were welcomed by a kid who looked like he wasn't old enough for high school. They asked for Tom, who they already knew. Tom eventually came downstairs, looking disheveled and distracted.
Tom said, "Hey guys. Chandler. Ross. What's up?"
Ross and Chandler looked to one another uncertainly. Chandler said, "We were just in the neighborhood, and thought we'd drop in. What's been happening here?"
Tom lowered his voice, and got very close to Ross and Chandler, as if he were divulging a military secret, "How would you guys like to get laid?"
Both men looked confused. Ross said, "That'd be great, Tom. Now, what's the rest of the story?"
Tom led them upstairs while he explained, "Last night, these two high school girls came here to party. They just wanted free liquor, which they were unable to obtain, otherwise. They are real babes, too. Well, they had so much fun, they spent the night. We've been keeping them semi-conscious for nearly twenty-four hours. We've all taken turns. Now, guys are trickling in for seconds, thirds, and fourths." He opened a door, and ushered Chandler and Ross into a room. Two girls were arranged on twin beds, apparently asleep. Unconscious might be a better word for it. Nude, the girls were on display as if at a meat market.
Ross and Chandler stared with their mouths agape. The girl on the left had long, very dark hair. She looked Latina, with olive skin, and dark eyes that the guys now realized were looking at them serenely. She had a good body, with medium-sized breasts. The girl on the right had long blonde hair. She was very slim. Although shapely, she had small breasts. Her most notable attribute, however, was that she looked like a child. She opened her eyes, which were beautiful and blue, and blinked at Chandler and Ross. Anticipating the questions, Tom explained, "We checked their driver's licenses. Both eighteen. How 'bout it?"
Both Ross and Chandler licked their lips at the sight of two good-looking girls, spread out before them like a cheap buffet. Seeing their faces, Tom said, "One rule: everyone uses a condom on their pussies. Other orifices are by individual choice. Have a good time!" Tom shut the door behind him as he left. Ross locked the door while Chandler got a couple of condoms from a large roll of them on the dresser.
Ross and Chandler began to strip. Ross said, "I'll take the one on the left first, okay?"
Chandler said, "Fine by me. I wonder if we can get them to suck our cocks? They're semi-awake."
From behind them, on the other side of the door, a voice called out, "They'll give head, as long as they're awake."
Startled, Ross turned and shouted, "Get the hell out of here, Tom!" Then, he turned to Chandler, and said, "I'm going for head, since she seems to be awake at the moment." The men were now nude, and they marched to their helpless quarry with determination. Tom hadn't even bothered to tell the guys their names.
Chandler climbed onto the bed, and kneeled over the blonde's chest, with one knee on either side of her. He tried to coax here into speaking, "What's your name, honey?" A blank stare. "Will you give me a blowjob?" The blonde girl opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Good enough! Chandler laid the head of his cock on her tongue, and she sucked it gently. Chandler was extremely turned on by the girl's youthful look. She had a look of innocence that belied all the experience she had gained since the night before.
Ross negotiated with his brunette for longer. He found out that her name was probably Lisa, and that she was possibly eighteen. When he asked for a blowjob, she uttered her first clearly intelligible word, "Sure." He fed her his cock. Ross had never had a Latina before, but he had masturbated many times to the memory of his mother's cleaning woman, Rosa. Now, Ross imagined that he was getting the Rosa treatment that he had so longed for as an adolescent.
Ross held her pretty head in both hands, directing its movements. He got a rhythmic stroke going, sliding his wang in and out of her mouth. Lisa knew what she was doing, but her effort was desultory. Ross coached her, "Lisa, suck harder, please. Harder, Lisa. Take more of me into your mouth, Lisa. Here goes.... Try to take it, girl. Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Good girl."
To Ross's right, Chandler was getting mediocre head out of the blonde. He urged, "That's it. That's it. Lick the underside, please. Rub your tongue on the cock, girl. Do it. Lick it. Lick it." Chandler hoped to climax in the blonde's mouth eventually, but he had other plans for his first orgasm. He asked, "Ross, how's the head over there?"
Ross replied, "Good, and getting better."
Chandler said, "I'm gonna put my first load in this child's pussy. After we switch, I'll come in Lisa's mouth."
Ross said, "Sounds like a plan. I'll probably do the same, in the opposite order."
Chandler said, "You can stop now, girl. You did great. Now, I'm going to make love to you. It's going to be very special." He pulled away from her face, and scrambled down to her pussy. She spread her legs, unbidden. Chandler frantically put on the condom. He hadn't worn one since he began seeing Monica.
True to form, the blonde's pussy looked tiny. What little hair there was blonde and nearly invisible against her fair skin. Chandler decided to pretend he was a conqueror taking the spoils of war. How many millions of girls had been through that horror? He chose to imagine that he was ravishing a noble-born virgin. He said, to himself,
"I have taken your father's castle, and now I will take his daughter."
Chandler climbed over the girl, and pushed his cock into her tiny slit. He had to fish around a bit to locate the entrance to her vagina.
"Say goodbye to your maidenhead, lass."
Once he was emplaced, he grinned savagely and pushed his cock into her. She was tight, really tight. She was tighter than Jenny had been when he deflowered her.
"Aha! You saved yourself for one lucky man, and it's me!"
Breathing hard, Chandler pushed, eased back, and pushed again, gaining a little ground with each push. Once he was halfway in, the going got easier, and he slid into her to the hilt. In his mind, he taunted her,
"Not a virgin anymore, Princess!"
He paused, took several deep breaths, and began to pound this little girl with fury. He thrust into her with all the energy and power he could summon. He slammed his groin against hers so hard that the impact made a sharp slapping sound. He cried, aloud, "God, you're tight, girl!"
Chandler knew that he wouldn't last long, so he lay his torso on top of the girl, snaked his arms under her, and pulled down on her shoulders from behind. "
You will bear my child. The heir to your crown shall be my bastard son."
With his head beside hers, he crushed her to him. She made uncomfortable sounds that were undoubtedly protests. He bent and distorted her body in myriad ways, getting off on her reactions. Eyes bulging, perspiring, and breathing hard, Chandler pumped semen into her with a vengeance, thinking,
