As Jessica and Malcolm approached, Christine let out a shriek and let the cock she had been bobbing her head up and down on pop out of her mouth. She rolled to her side and onto the ground, gasping for hair. "Damn bitch," she said out loud. "You really know how to eat pussy!"
Malcolm could see the new girl nod her head in agreement, but she faced away from him, and he still couldn't see her face. Christine looked up at the black man whose cock she had been sucking. "I really need a break. Sorry, hon." With that, she stood and staggered over to the couch, where she sat with her legs curled up under her body.
The stranger who was laid out on the coffee table swept into action. She turned over and took the man's cock in her mouth, swallowing it in its entirety. As she did, her hair fell over her face, obscuring it like a curtain, and Malcolm still had no idea what she looked like from the neck up. Jessica had said she was a new girl, but she bobbed her head up and down the cock enthusiastically, taking its entire length with gusto, stroking the shaft as her head moved back and playing with the balls when it was wholly engulfed in her mouth.
DeShawn was undeterred by the change in position. He lined his massive cock up to the new girl's exposed snatch and plunged all the way into her with a single, forceful stroke. He gripped her by her hips and began to pound in and out mercilessly. For her part, the supposed black cock rookie thrust her hips and forth to match DeShawn's motions, grinding her pussy against the gargantuan organ and continuing to deliver what looked like a world-class blowjob with aplomb. Malcolm had seen seasoned black cock sluts struggle to take Deshawn. Whoever this girl was, she was taking him like a pro!
Jessica saw how impressed Malcolm was. "Would you believe that before tonight she'd never sucked a dick? She's a natural born slut. She didn't know it until a few hours ago. But I don't think there's any question about it now!"
As Malcolm grew closer, he admired the mysterious slut. She was completely naked, covered only by a layer of sweat and streaks of semen which established the eagerness with which she had embraced the evening's festivities. Although fit, she didn't have the hard build of a gym rat, giving her body a soft femininity. She was short but had delightful curves. Her bare ass was perky and cute, and her breasts, although not huge, looked sizable on her petite frame. They swayed delightfully in concert with the fucking she was receiving from both ends. Malcolm's cock rose as he watched her perform. If Jessica sang her praises, he knew she had to be quite beautiful. But even without having seen her face, he found her sexy as hell.
Jessica stopped when the pair were only a few feet away from the threesome. A few seconds later, the black man in front of Jessica let loose with a roar. Malcolm could see that the girl was swallowing what he assumed was a river of cum being let loose by the man, who had been worked by Christine before this other girl got to work. Her hair, which was a mess, fell over her face, and continued to veil her full looks.
His suspicions were confirmed when the man stepped back, popping his cock out of the girl's mouth and spraying cum from his still spurting cock onto her face. A final series of spurts landed in her hair and on her back. The stud took a few steps back and fell back onto the couch next to Christine. The unknown slut's hair, which was a mess, fell over her face, and continued to veil her identity. Christine, apparently rejuvenated from her rest, began to rub the man's cock and, once it was sufficiently erect, leaned over and popped it into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Malcolm felt the urge to sample this new girl, whoever she was. He strode forward and stuck his own rigid cock in front of her face. Without a word, without a pause, and without looking up she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She went to work with the same dedication she had shown her prior patron. Malcolm groaned as he realized that this girl, whoever she was, wasn't all show. Jessica had told him this was her first night sucking a cock; if that were true, she was some kind of whorish prodigy!
Malcolm leaned forward and brushed the young woman's hair to the side. A pair of emerald green eyes looked up at him adoringly, clouded with lust. Malcolm thought they looked oddly familiar, but he was enjoying the slut's blowjob too much to piece his thoughts together. Abruptly, however, the haze lifted from her eyes, and they bulged out in shock, wide as saucers.
The slut opened her mouth in surprise, causing Malcom's cock to plop out. She jumped up from her bent over position, and DeShawn's cock slipped out of her snatch with an audible pop. He shrugged and sat back on the couch behind him.
"MALCOLM!!??" she squealed out in confusion and surprise.
"HANNAH!!??" Malcolm responded, his voice almost as high as hers.
She blinked and took a few deep breaths, trying to settle herself. She took a sitting position on the coffee table, facing Malcolm and looking at him with a thoughtful look in her eyes, like she was carefully assessing situation and trying to formulate her next few words. She didn't seem to feel any embarrassment to be sitting before him, nude and in the midst of an orgy, seconds removed from being rammed by a fancifully large cock. She didn't seem to feel any regret from having just taken his cock in her mouth. She just seemed startled to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment, but her breath was slowing as she calmed herself.
For his part, Malcolm looked down at the young woman who had become, in the past few months a dear friend. The Hannah he knew would have been mortified to wear a shirt which exposed her shoulders or a skirt which fell above her knees. She blushed when people used a swear stronger than "damn" in front of her. Now, she sat before him, looking at him calmly but quizzically with those bright, intelligent green eyes he was used to looking at over a board game table. Now, she was covered in cum, fully nude. She leaned back a little, her arms slightly behind her and supported by her palms, which lay flat on the table. Her legs were spread nonchalantly, exposing her obviously well-used pussy.
For her part, once Hannah had gotten over the initial surprise of realizing she was sucking on the cock of someone she knew quite well from quite a different context, she began to realize the situation wasn't so strange. Jess had repeatedly praised Malcolm's skill as a lover, had told her that she frequently fucked him and Lucas together, and seemed to shower the otherwise awkward dork with affection. It made sense that he was a participant in these parties.
Malcom's thoughts also began to settle. The girl before him was Hannah, a few hours ago a kind, intelligent, funny girl who he could geek out with over their shared dorky hobbies. A few hours ago, Hannah was a beloved friend, but also timid, seemingly frightened of her own shadow when she wasn't in the classroom or pursuing some academic interest, and to be frank, a bit of a judgmental prude. The naked, cum-covered, cock-crazed sex fiend before him was still the kind, intelligent funny girl he had gotten to know. She was still the dear friend with whom he shared many hobbies. But now, she seemed relaxed, confident, and fully immersed in a world of debauchery. And while Malcolm had always known she was pretty, he now realized she was beautiful, and sexy. He really shouldn't have been surprised. Sarah had also been a quiet, shy, sheltered girl until Jessica took her under wing, and she was now one of his favorite sluts. Sarah's transformation however, had been far slower than this...
"You know this slut, Malcolm?" DeShawn laughed behind her. For a brief second, Malcolm felt like he should chastise DeShawn for calling his nerdy, younger friend such a crude name. But as he looked down at her, he knew that it was undeniably so. And he knew that the creature that looked up at him unashamedly probably took pride in being called a slut, like so many of his other friends.
