The thin cock started to spurt in my mouth. Glen instructed me to collect all the cum in my mouth and not to swallow. I obeyed him. Then he told me to open my mouth and show everyone the boy's cum. I closed my eyes and displayed my slutty mouth to the room full of snickering young men.
"Swallow bitch!" Glen commanded. A collective groan rose up from the room. I heard one boy exclaimed "What a slut!" as I swallowed. Funny, but I didn't feel hurt. Rather, I felt proud - proud to be Glen's slut and proud to be so desired by all these young men.
This continued four or five more times. I actually lost count. I was lost in the moment – my private time with each cock. They must have all been pretty young and inexperienced guys because almost all of them came after only a minute or two after being serviced by my mouth. I could feel the room emptying as I finished each one off. Finally, it was just Glen and me - alone in his parent's living room.
Glen was still behind me, his lips pressed to my ear. I felt the stubble of his beard against my cheek. Someone had opened my blouse and my tits were in Glen's hands. His hands were mauling my tits. I could feel the spunk that I hadn't swallowed cooling on them. Glen was rubbing it in.
"You are one true cum-slut Jessie." Glen whispered in my ear.
Suddenly, I felt horribly embarrassed. I wanted to wipe the cum off my lips and cheeks as if that would hide what I had just done from Glen.
Then I felt his lips on my cheek, kissing the cum away. I opened my mouth as he began passionately kissing me. We shared the cum that the boys had left on my face and lips. Glen began pulling hard on my nipples, pulling my tits down as he kissed me. God, I had never been kissed like that before! My pussy was on fire. I think if someone just blew air on it I would have cum like crazy.
I felt Glen stand and watched as he opened his zipper. "Are you ready for a man's cock?" he whispered.
"Yes, give it to me. I want your cock. Make me your cock whore!"
I heard myself say those words in disbelief! Was that me talking? Was that my voice asking this man who was not my husband to fuck my mouth with his huge cock? It was like an out-of-body experience for me! I was living only in the moment with no regard for the consequences of my actions.
Glen's cock was getting harder as I took it in my mouth. It was like a springy rubber dildo. He wasn't gentle. He began moving his hips and fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I remembered my lesson. I tried to open my throat and swallow as much as I could. I felt his strong hands on the back of my head. He was literally fucking my face. My eyes were closed and I was in another world. I could hear that I was making an obscene sound, like ‘GLUG, GLUG, GLUG" as his wet cock entered my mouth and plunged down my throat.
I was being throat raped! I had never been treated like this before and I loved it! I could feel my orgasm start to coil up in my gut. I was going to cum merely from a man fucking my face! I couldn't believe it. I started to shudder. I knew Glen felt it because just as I began to moan around his cock, his cock began to swell. I could feel it start pulsing almost as if it were slow motion. Then I felt it, he came in buckets into my mouth and down my throat. I was so turned on I started cumming again, only this time, in little aftershocks! I remember thinking that Glen's cum was the elixir of the gods and that I had to catch it all, not miss a drop! I was in another world.
The next thing I knew I was in my car driving back home. I was in a daze. I looked down and saw that my blouse was still open and my tits were still shiny from semen and were obscenely exposed. I began to come to my senses. All I could think of was Stop-n-Shop! I had to get to the supermarket, buy something and get back home to Mark as soon as possible!
As I parked in the lot of the market, I hurriedly buttoned up my blouse. I didn't have time to wipe the cum off my tits and most of it had dried to a flaky crust anyway. I grabbed a few items of groceries, paid, ran back to my car and raced home.
When I opened the door the TV set was off. My heart started beating in my chest. Mark had obviously gone to bed already. I didn't want to take a shower and look suspicious, so I went into the bathroom and tried to clean myself up as best as I could with a damp towel. My fear was for nothing, however, because when I slipped into bed, Mark was sound asleep, snoring gently.
As I lay in bed next to my unsuspecting husband, my mind replayed the unbelievable events of the evening. I found my fingers gently rubbing my clit as I lay quietly next to my husband masturbating. As I came, my legs stiffened and I let out the slightest moan. I came in bed next to my husband with the vision of Glen's big, beautiful cock filling my brain as I imagined gallons of his warm cum washing over me.
What was happening to me? What had I become?
Next installment, Chapter 5 "The Frat Party"
