Hunter’s love for Futa

Rob sat there on the edge of Christine's bed in her dorm room, nervous and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect. He did not like the feeling. He had never been the type of person to let someone else decide his fate, he was always in control. Not anymore though. He watched Christine's behind as she fiddled with her computer, which was opposite the bed. She was wearing an olive colored tank top and nothing else. Her back was to him and she was humming a cheery tune while slightly moving her hips from side to side. She had her shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail. He still marveled at her figure; her thick thighs, wide hips, heavy breasts, and her large, round, hypnotic ass. She was the epitome of femininity. He still couldn't fathom how such a girl, such a woman, could have a thick, long phallus between her legs.

"Can you hear me?" she asked the computer.

"Yep, I surely can!" an excited girl's voice answered back from the computer's speakers.

"Great," said Christine as she walked over to a cabinet under the room's sole window to his right. He looked over at the computer screen which was now visible without Christine's ass blocking the way, and was taken aback when he saw a face staring back at him; it was a two-way web chat.

"Hello!" the smiling girl on the screen waved at him enthusiastically. She was petite with short blonde hair. He recognized her, she shared several classes with him and Christine. Her name escaped him, but he did remember that she was a talkative chick with an annoyingly cheery disposition.

"Why is...that girl on the screen?" he asked Christine, who was rummaging through her desk drawers.

"Hey, I have a name you know!" the annoying girl said from the screen, her smile not leaving her face. "It's Trixie!"

"Fuckin' Trixie?" he said. "Whatever, look, Christine, what's going on?"

"Come on, I know you like an audience," Christine turned and looked at him through her nerdy glasses, the tank top was tight on her large breasts and her dick was half aroused and hanging freely between her legs. Even in this state, it was larger than his. She studied him as he stared at her stupidly. It took a second before her words registered.

"You...you can't be serious," he stammered.

"What's the problem?" she said. "It's not like it would be the first time." She looked at his face with a knowing, mocking smile. She obviously enjoyed watching him blush fiercely as he remembered the incident she was alluding to; they had gone to a local park adjacent to their campus. She had dragged him to an isolated location behind some high bushes, and made him get on his knees and pleasure her. She'd insisted that he suck on her balls loudly, slurp them as noisily as he could. It was only after she had spewed her jizm all over his face that he saw some of their female class mates watching them from beside a nearby tree. His face turned even redder as he imagined what he must have looked like, kneeling in front of a smugly satisfied Christine with her cream coating his face. He figured she must have made him suck loudly on her balls in order to make those girls not only see, but also hear his emasculation. Whether she'd invited them to come watch, or whether they happened to stumble upon the happy couple was anybody's guess. He certainly wouldn't put it past her though.

Before he'd "known" Christine he was somewhat popular on campus, the girls liked him enough and the guys respected him. Now that he's been...involved with her for a couple of weeks, he started noticing certain looks and giggles from a few girls, one or two of whom he'd previously intended to put the moves on. He suspected that Christine wasn't keeping her mouth shut about their escapades, even though she'd promised she would. Now, as he looked at the girl on the screen, his suspicions were confirmed.

He wanted to curse Christine for breaking her promise, to tell her to fuck off and walk out the door, but there was something about the way she looked at him from behind those ridiculous glasses that sapped all the courage from his body.

"Look," he spoke towards the webcam desperately, trying to appear calm. "I don't know what you expect to see here, but there's nothing going on." Both Christine and Trixie laughed at that.

"Come on, that was pretty lame," said Christine.

"I already know you have a taste for girl-sausage," said Trixie.

This was getting him angrier by the second, he couldn't stand that his most private and embarrassing conduct was being discussed so freely. "Fuck this, I'm outa here!" he said, trying his best not to look Christine in the eye as he got up to leave. He thought maybe he could bluff his way out of this situation, or at least have Christine turn off the webcam before said 'sausage tasting' commenced.

"Fine, go ahead," she replied, unfazed in the slightest. "Nobody is forcing you stay." She was leaning her elbow on the drawers as she watched him silently, her face expressionless. He wished for the hundredth time that he could read her mind.

"Ok then," he said, and started for the door. Just as he turned the knob, Christine walked over to her computer and sat down.

"Trixie I'm sending you a great amateur tape featuring a slut getting his oral virginity taken. Feel free to share it with all your friends."

Of course, he thought. How could he have thought for an instant it would be that easy? "You're a real fucking cunt, you know that?" he said. The two girls looked at each other and laughed, no doubt at his choice of words. He could keep on cursing and bluffing but he knew she would get what she wanted in the end. Hating himself, he slumped back to the foot of the bed and sat down. She gave him a pitying look as if to say, why do you even bother putting up a fight, you weak willed bitch? She then swiveled around in her chair and motioned for him to come closer, that mocking smirk on her face. He walked over to her and got on his knees, getting face to face with the monster that haunted his dreams. It was already almost all the way stiff.

"Kiss it," she said, the usual condescension in her voice suddenly absent. Her voice was throaty, anticipating. Her mouth was slightly open as she looked at him, and she had that look in her eye that she gets when she's horny, like a predator studying its prey. He moved his head slowly towards her cock, which seemed to stiffen harder the closer he got. Even though it wasn't the first time he'd come face to face with it, the size of Christine's beast didn't cease to humble him every time he saw it. He had never considered himself as having a small dick, he was pretty certain that he was at least above average. But each time he saw the one in front of him it made him feel dwarfed. Also unlike his own, it wasn't circumcised. Of course it's not, he thought absently, girls don't get circumcised.

The foreskin pulled back as her cock bobbed gently in front of him, precum already starting to well up over the tip. It had a musky smell to it which, he had to admit, stirred something inside of him. It was the smell of lust, but it was also the smell of humiliation, as it brought back memories he would rather forget.

Christine, maybe tired of waiting, moved her dick gently forward and touched the tip to his lips, parting them slightly. She then pulled back, a string of pre-cum connecting his lips to her dick. He was grateful that Trixie couldn't see this part, as the web cam could see nothing but the back of Christine's black ponytail.

As if reading his mind, Trixie cried out from her limited vantage point, "What's going on? I can't see!"

"Oh, how rude of me," said Christine, who'd apparently forgotten about the annoying girl on the screen. She rolled her conveniently wheeled chair around Robb so that she was to his right, no longer obscuring the view from the webcam. He looked apprehensively at the girl on the screen, who stared back at him eagerly. He absolutely did not like his humiliation witnessed. At the moment, all that a few people knew about him were rumors and innuendos, nothing solid. If Christine were to follow up on her threat though, everyone would know for certain. He'd be brunt of every dick sucking joke, and he could kiss pussy goodbye for the remainder of his time on campus.

Christine watched him as she held the base of her cock, waiting for him to muster up the courage to willingly debase himself. "Open, stick your tongue out" she finally said, and he flinched when she whipped her dick toward him with her hand, flinging precum onto his face. She chuckled at his disgusted expression as he wiped the sticky fluid off his face. He turned towards her, and as soon as he stuck out his tongue she slid her chair closer and started loudly smacking her dick against it. He could taste her salty pre-cum with each smack. He knew from their previous encounters that Christine expelled much more precum than men do, and it flung about with every quick motion of her cock.

She then started sliding the tip back and forth on his tongue, spreading her salty pre-jizz. With each thrust she went deeper into his mouth, until she reached his uvula. She then grabbed his head with both hands and shoved her entire length down his throat, her girth expanding it as it went down. If it had been his first time he would have definitely thrown up. Luckily Christine had trained him well. Her dick didn't stay in his throat for long though, and he sputtered and spat saliva on her abdomen as she pulled it out. After she pulled out entirely he expected her to shove it back in, but she didn't. Instead she stood up and turned around so that her fat ass was in his face. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and slowly pushed her ass into his face. He could feel himself sinking into the crevasse that is her ass crack, until his lips were pressed against her puckered hole.

"You know what to do," she said, and indeed he did. He knew she wanted a rimjob, though she had never made him do that before. He suspected that it was for their voyeur's benefit. He opened his mouth and traced his tongue around the rim of her anus.

"Whoa, I didn't think he'd actually do it!" said Trixie, sounding both amazed and pleased. "You carry yourself like such a man, Robbie. Who knew you were such a little bitch?" Both the girls started laughing.

He was really starting to dislike this brat, but what really made him angry was that she was right. All his life he'd carried himself a certain way, considered himself hyper-masculine. Now look at him, being told to put his tongue on someone's asshole and actually doing it.

"What else can you make him do?" Trixie asked.

"Hmm, let's see..." Christine considered. "Oh, I know!" she grabbed the chair and positioned it facing the computer. "Come on, knees here," she tapped the seat of the chair. He did as she said and got up onto the chair so that his arms were resting on the backrest and his butt was facing the computer screen.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" said Trixie. He could not see her anymore but could still hear her annoyingly chipper voice. Christine pulled down his pants and underwear with one motion, revealing his ass. She then reached for a small tube that was on the floor and screwed the top off and tossed it away. She started squeezing the tube over his ass and coated his butt with its content. He then felt her spreading the cool fluid up and down his crack with her fingers, then felt a sudden intrusion into his hole. He ground his teeth as she slowly pushed in her middle finger to the second knuckle, and started sliding it in and out. He imagined the view from Trixie's vantage point, him bent over with a grinning bespectacled girl finger fucking his virgin hole. And then he felt his dick start to swell. The more he thought about how wrong this was, how this shouldn't be happening to him, the more he felt the blood rush into his penis.

"Is he tight?" asked Trixie.

"Oh, you bet," Christine answered.

"Can I see his face?"

"I think we can accommodate you," she took her finger out of his ass with an audible plop and swiveled the rotating chair around so that he faced the computer. Trixie stared at him, smirking. His face started to feel warm and he turned his head to the side to avoid her gaze.

"Ah!" he suddenly whelped when Christine smacked his butt cheeks with both hands.

"That's a nice sound," she said, before reinserting her middle finger, this time pushing it all the way inside. He felt his face contort at the sensation and wished he wasn't facing a live webcam. Christine's other hand reached down between his legs and wrapped around his cock. "My god," she said. "He's hard as a rock!"

"Really?" said Trixie. "You are such a slut, Robbie-boy." His face flushed worse than ever. "Do you think he's ready?"

"Not really, but what the hell," Christine took her finger out and suddenly pushed the tip of her dick against his resistant anus.

"Stop!" he yelled and jerked away from her. "A finger is as far as I'm willing to go!"

"Come on, Robbie, don't be such a kill-joy," a disappointed looking Trixie said.

"Fuckin' forget about it, it's not gonna happen."

"Ok, no ass fucking," said Christine. "Just let me put the tip in." Rob turned his head and looked at her face, and she looked back at him expectantly and said, "Please?" He was taken aback a bit, and at that moment he saw the shy, nerdy Christine he sees in class, and not the domineering Christine he'd gotten used to behind closed doors. It made him realize that he had a degree of control over what happens to him. Her imposing personality had actually made him forget that he was the man, and that despite his slight frame he could probably snap her neck like a twig. Probably.

I shouldn't forget what she has over me, though, he thought. Letting her have this little thing was better than facing the nasty consequences of his refusal.

"Ok, just the tip," he finally said reluctantly.

"I promise," said Christine, the evil grin returning to her face. She placed her dick between his butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down his crack, which was still slick with lube. She then pushed against his pucker with the tip, and he clenched reflexively. That didn't deter her though as she kept pushing until it plopped into his butthole, forcing its way inside a few centimeters more than intended.

"Ahh!" he cried and gripped the back of the chair with both hands. "Ow...out, pull it out."

"Oops, sorry 'bout that," she sounded as if she was holding back a laugh, and instead of pulling it out she drove it deep into his rectum.

"Uhnnnggghh," he grunted loudly as she continued penetrating, stretching parts of him that weren't meant to be stretched so far. Her dick kept going deeper until her hip tapped lightly against his butt; she had just buried her entire monster of a cock into his asshole. He wanted to scream at her, tell her to pull out, but he couldn't find his voice. All his energy was focused on fighting the pain in his rear. Christine bent forward and hugged him, and he realized absently that she had taken off her tank top when he felt her plump breasts rest on his back.

"Incredible," she gasped. "He's...so tight! He's clenching so hard around me..." she held that position silently for a few moments, probably savoring the moment of his defloration. She then let go of his torso and rose back to her former position before starting to pull out, and the ensuing pain made him wish she had just stayed inside. When about two thirds of it was out, she gripped him by the hips and pushed it back in.

"Ahhh," he squealed helplessly.

"Mmm what a manly sound," she mocked, smacking his ass hard with her right hand. He couldn't believe it, he'd just been deflowered by a nerdy girl with a ridiculously fat cock. At that thought he realized that his own cock was hard, very hard. She continued to slowly stroke her dick in and out of his ass, and to his distress it was actually starting to feel good. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I hope you realize you're my bitch now." She started speeding up her pace to the point where her hips were smacking into his ass. Her cock felt enormous inside him.

"Ffffuuuuck!" he cried. Her cock was just churning his ass, and he felt his erection swing back and forth with each thrust, expelling precum all the while. With each stroke she was stimulating a spot deep inside him, and each time she pressed into it he felt his dick twitch, and he new that if she kept up that pace he would blow an enormous load. She reached down towards his dick and he thought she was going to grab it, instead she position her open palm in front of his swinging cock, as if giving him a target to shoot at. He tried to hold back as long as possible, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of forcing him to cum, especially without so much as touching his dick. The pressure was rising from his balls to an unbearable degree, and despite his best efforts, she successfully coaxed his seed out of him. He spewed with such intensity that an embarrassingly load moan was forced from his lips. Her thrusting did not stop, and his cum flung about with the swinging of his cock, his jizz spraying all over her open palm and the leather chair.

When his orgasm finally ended Christine stopped her thrusting, her hips giving his ass a final tap, her cock buried all the way inside.

"Would you look at that," she held up her upturned palm in view of the webcam.

"Is that his cum?!" Trixie gasped, astonished.

"It sure is," Christine laughed, obviously delighted. "I didn't even have to touch his dick. What kind of man likes it in the butt, I ask you?" she grabbed him again by the hips, not bothering to wipe his semen off her hand, and it felt warm and sticky on his hip. She slid her cock out slowly until the tip, and drove it back in with a sharp thrust. He held back a cry from his lips, the noise he'd already made was embarrassing enough, and he wouldn't be surprised if the whole floor had just heard him orgasm.

Christine's trusts were getting frenzied, and to his chagrin his dick was getting hard again. Her each pump pushed him forward forcefully, her dick making an obscene squishing sound as it reamed his ass. He could hear her low grunts and he knew that it wasn't about humiliating him anymore; she had reached the tipping point. "Oh god!" she cried, and he felt her cock twitch and then blast unnaturally hot spunk deep inside his rectum. He knew that Christine expelled copious amounts of cum, but never like this! His bowels were actually expanding from the shear volume of semen being deposited in them. He felt like a human condom that was filled to bursting.

"Ah...ah," she spasmed as she spewed the last of her little gift into him, before letting herself collapse backwards onto her bed. Her cock slid out of him with a ridiculous popping sound, some of her jizz spilling out of his once tight asshole. She propped up her head with a pillow as she lay on her back, watching the aftermath of her buggering.

"Don't let it spill out," she said when she saw her cum drip down his leg. He clenched his butt tight, as tight as he could anyway, and stood up.

"I...gotta empty out my out butt," he said, and both girls burst out laughing.

"Jesus, how much did you cum inside him?" Trixie asked.

"A lot," Christine answered. She stared at him with such a self-satisfied expression that he couldn't bear look her in the eye. "And no, I want you to walk around like that, with your butt full of my cream." She got up off the bed as he pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Just as he started thinking that that was too nice for Christine, she smacked him on the butt and whispered in his ear, "you have such a sweet ass, from now on you're my little honey butt." He was grateful Trixie couldn't hear that part. 

A few moments later he was out in the hall with Christine's door closing behind him. He started towards the exit and realized he couldn't walk straight. His asshole burned with each step. That and the large deposit of butter she'd left in his ass forced him to walk with his legs apart. He must have looked ridiculous. He hoped and prayed he didn't run into any of Christine's friends; one look at him and they'd know he'd just been ass raped.

 ------X------ 

Robbie sat there in class, unsuccessfully trying to follow what the professor was saying. The incident that had occurred a couple of days earlier was all he could think about; the burning in his bum hole made sure of that. He was forced to sit on one ass cheek, wincing every time he shifted his weight to the other one. And each time he did so he would hear low snickering from the girls sitting behind him.

"Maybe you should go to the nurse's office," said a black girl who was sitting on the desk to his left. "I'm sure she could prescribe some cream for that booty hole." The snickering behind him continued. He gave her what he hoped was an intimidating stare, but she just leered at him, her grin growing wider.

Her name was Tisha, and she was one of the most popular people on campus. All it took was one look at her to know why. She had a beautiful face, with big, round eyes and full, luscious lips, and she always wore revealing clothing that complimented her lean body. On this day she had on a low cut, white shirt that revealed the crack in her firm, average sized breasts, and wore a short, black skirt that hugged her child-bearing hips and showed off her big African butt. She and Christine were not exactly friends as Christine was too much of a nerd for the likes of Tisha, although that didn't stop them from sharing a laugh at his expense.

Rob twisted around to look at Christine, who sat right behind him. "Would you stop telling people about..." his voice trailed off. He thought it better not to finish that sentence.

"Why not?" she looked at him with mock innocence. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. All I did was bend you over and..."

"You need to shut the fuck up about that!" he snapped, looking around to see who might have heard her. Thankfully most of the class was focusing on the professor's lecture, with the exception of Christine, Tisha, and Trixie.

"So itistrue!?" Tisha said, staring at him with her mouth open in astonishment. "I was just fucking around. So Christine really did pop your cherry?"

He turned and faced forward, fuming. He could feel his face growing hot.

"I heard she has a foot long cock," Tisha continued. "Your ass must be ruined." The girls behind him laughed again, although Tisha appeared to be genuinely amazed. "Did you like it?"

"He came without so much as touching his dick," Trixie jumped in.

"Really!?" said Tisha. "I would have never guessed a guy like you enjoys getting fucked in the ass." His face grew even hotter, and he had to grind his teeth in order to keep from screaming at these girls. "You know, I used to think you were kind of sexy." That caught him off guard, and he looked at her with surprise. It would be a dream come true to have Tisha as a girlfriend, he would be the envy of every man on campus. He couldn't help but give her a hopeful look.

"Don't even think about it," she said with a smirk. "I'm not really into turned out bitches who like it up the ass." The girls burst out laughing.

Disappointment and anger hit him at the same time. Thankfully though, the bell rang at that moment and he was saved from having to respond, not that he would have been able to. What on earth do you say to a girl who just called you a cock loving bitch?

He picked up his stuff as fast as he could and practically ran out of the classroom. He was out of the building and walking the path back to the dorms when he heard someone call out from behind him, "Hey, wait up." He turned around and saw a girl from his class jogging towards him. "Why are you walking so fast?" she asked as she reached him, panting a little.

"What do you want?" he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, he just wanted to go to his room and put ice on his swollen asshole.

"My name is Jessie," the girl said.

"I know who you are," he and Jessie shared several classes, though this was the first time they'd spoken. She always dressed in a semi punk or goth style, he'd never known the difference. On that day she was wearing a grungy looking purple t-shirt, a short black skirt and black fishnet stockings. Her hair was shoulder length and black with blue streaks. Her body was lean, if a bit thin for his taste.

"I saw how those girls were making fun of you," she said, looking at the ground and shuffling her feet. "Is it true that Christine...fucked your butt?"

"God damn it," he muttered, and started walking away from her, but she just followed him, keeping up his pace.

"It's okay if she did," she said. "You wouldn't' be the first, you know." He stopped in his tracks and looked at her with surprise.

"She's done this to other guys!?"

"Oh yeah, Christine is quite the rapist."

For some reason he hadn't considered that he might not be the only one. "How do you know this?"

"Let's sit down and I'll tell you all about it," she grabbed him by the arm and lead him to a nearby tree, where they sat on the grass beneath it. He still wanted to be alone but was too curious to leave, and the idea that he wasn't Christine's only victim made him feel better for some reason.

"Is this common knowledge around here or what?" he asked.

"Not really, I know about it because I saw it happen once." He wasn't really surprised; he knew better than anyone how Christine liked to parade her conquests.

"Was it by webcam?" he asked.

"Webcam? What are you talking about?"

"Forget it, just go on."

"Is that what she did with you?" the prospect seemed to excite her for some reason.

"No it wasn't! Would you let it go already?" he snapped.

"Ok, jeez, take it easy," she seemed to be holding back a laugh. "Anyway, it was at a frat party a few weeks ago. This drunken frat boy kept hitting on her and groping at her all night, and eventually he took her to an upstairs room. Now I knew about Christine's little package, and I so wanted to see that guy's face when he pulled her pants down, so I snuck upstairs and walked in on them." She paused and studied Robbie's face. He found that he was dying to hear the rest.

"Will you get on with it?" he snapped. She seemed annoyed at his rudeness but continued anyway.

"I walked in to find the frat boy on the floor with his elbows tied to his knees and his ass up in the air. Christine was just reaming this poor guy's asshole." She snickered. "He didn't seem to be enjoying it much."

"Didn't you try to help him?" he asked.

She looked puzzled by his question. "Why the hell would I do that? It's not every day you see a girl pounding a guy's asshole."

Are all the girls in this school sociopaths or what?he thought. When he didn't respond she went on.

"She fucked him for a good twenty minutes, switching between his mouth and his butt." She smirked at Robbie's disgusted expression. "When she finally came in his ass and pulled out, he had the biggest gaping hole I'd ever seen, her cum was flowing out of it like a river," she laughed, obviously finding it very amusing. At the mention of gaping holes he became all too aware of his own burning hole, and to his utter frustration, he felt his dick getting hard. He placed both hands on his crotch in an attempt to hide his growing erection. Unfortunately Jessie noticed and looked at him with amazement, "is this getting you hard!?"

"Of course not!" he answered emphatically. She was obviously unconvinced.

"You really are a butt slut, aren't you?" she said with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Here we go again,he thought. He was getting pretty pissed at these girls and their cute fucking remarks.

"So youlikethe idea of a girl ruining your butthole?" she reached behind him and traced her hand down the small of his back, going inside his underwear and sliding her middle finger down the crack of his ass. "You know, Christine isn't the only one who can pry that ass open." A red flag instantly went up in his head and he pulled her hand out by the wrist and bolted up to his feet. He moved to leave but felt her hand grab his ankle and yank it backwards, and he fell flat on his face. "You're not going anywhere you little slut." Her voice had turned predatory, and she leapt on his back and pinned his hands to the ground, which were sprawled in front of his face, and he felt a hard shaft press firmly between his butt cheeks. He tried to buck her off, and panic set in when he realized he couldn't move her one inch.

"Please don't," he whimpered.

"Why not? Christine turned you out, it's open season on your sissy ass." He couldn't bring himself to fully consider the implications of that statement. She rubbed her boner hard against his butt, and it felt like it could be just as big as Christine's, a frightening concept. She brought both his arms together in front him and gripped both his wrists with one hand. He couldn't believe how strong this girl was! She then reached with her free hand down the back of his pants, and pressed her thumb on his swollen asshole.

"Gahhh!" he struggled more than ever, to no avail.

"Damn, she really did a number on your hole, didn't she?" she started rubbing her thumb on his sphincter in a circular fashion. He thought it might have felt pleasant if he hadn't been recently buggered. He looked around and was grateful to find that there were only few people in the area, which were far away, sitting on benches and relaxing on the grass. Even though he and Jessie were partially concealed by the tree, if someone were to look in their direction they would undoubtedly see that something odd was going on. Jessie did not seem to care about any of this, it seemed that her only concern was getting at his ass.

"You can't do this," he pleaded. "There are people around."

"Don't act like you wouldn't enjoy getting fucked in front of everyone." His heart sank. He had been hoping she would just toy with him and let him go, but obviously she wanted to go all the way, in the middle of campus, in broad daylight.

"You can't..." he repeated desperately.

"You are much too concerned with your image Robbie-boy, but if it means that much to you then fine, let's go behind the tree. Move on your hand and knees though, if you try to run away I'll fuck your ass raw with no lubricant, Ok?" He nodded hesitantly and she let go of his wrists and got off is back. At that moment he had the chance to try and escape, but her threat was much too frightening to chance it. He got on his hands and knees and crawled behind the tree. This location was much better since they were between the thick tree and a wall of brush. For someone to see them now they would have to walk to the tree and look behind it. As soon as he got there Jessie grabbed his pants and yanked them down, revealing his naked ass to the world. He just couldn't believe this was happening again.

"Ooh your pucker looks so pretty, it's all red and swollen." She put her middle and index fingers on his asshole and rubbed it, just as she had done with her thumb earlier. A stinging sensation shot through him. His ass was still too raw for this, and he didn't want to think how painful an ass fucking was gonna be. He felt extremely vulnerable, completely at the mercy of this girl. She could do whatever she wanted with him; fuck him, cum in his ass, or in his mouth, and he wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it. His hanging dick began to swell again, and he just couldn't believe it; why the hell were these things turning him on?I'm a fucking man, god damn it. I don't enjoy getting fucked in the ass!he thought.

He heard Jessie unzip her purse, and then he heard something pop. He flinched when he felt a cool liquid pour onto his crack. She continued rubbing his hole, but now the lubricant was having a soothing effect. She then suddenly reached between his legs and grabbed his erect cock, her hand slick with lube. "I fucking knew it," she said. "You act like such a tough guy, but you're just a submissive little slut inside." She started slowly stroking his dick while still rubbing his asshole with her other hand. His erection was pointed right at he ground at a ninety degree angle, and he felt like a farm animal being milked. His cock twitched at the thought. "Are you gonna cum already!? How pathetic!" Despite her condemnation she seemed pleased. She gripped him harder, still stroking slowly but gripping tight on his dick.

"Ah!" he moaned softly. Every time her hand moved down the shaft and her tight grip stroked the head, he felt the cum rise from his balls. He didn't want to add to his humiliation by cumming within a minute of being stroked, but it seemed like he'd have no choice. Being milked was an appropriate analogy after all; she was simply forcing his seed out of him.

Suddenly he felt a burning pain shoot through his butthole; she had just shoved her middle finger all the way inside his ass. His balls tightened despite the pain, and he clenched as hard as he could, trying to contain his cum inside. Jessie wouldn't have it though, and inserted another finger inside him. All it took was three deep pumps for his dick to fail him. He ground his teeth together to keep from screaming as he shot his semen again and again on the grass.

"Your ass gets so tight when you're cumming!" she said. His body spasmed as he shot the last of his cum, and she slowly pulled out her fingers and gave him a hard slap on the ass. He hated himself for allowing another person to have such control over him and his dick, that she could make him orgasm whether he liked it or not.

She didn't allow him to wallow in his shame for long, in one quick motion she flipped him over onto his back. She then crawled over him and straddled his chest, and he saw that her huge erection was lifting up her skirt. It looked so long and thick that he was actually starting to feel jealous; If he wished to hide his erection in public it could be done, but if this chick got hard in public there was no way in hell she'd be able to hide that. She moved her hips lightly and her cock swayed under her skirt from side to side a few inches from his face. He looked up at her and she just looked back at him, smiling. She waved her cock again and this time it almost touched his nose, and he knew she wanted him to unveil her. At that moment he realized that he despised taking an active role in his own rape; just sitting there passively letting some dickgirl play with his butt or his mouth meant that cock was being forceduponhim, but if he started touching her with his hands or doing god knows what else...

He looked back up at her and she was still smiling at him. She looked like she had no problem with sitting there all day long with her dick in his face. He wanted this to end as quickly as possible, so with nervous hands he lifted her skirt by the hem to reveal white see-through panties that were stretched to bursting point. Her cock was pushing them at an upward angle, with precum welling out from the tip and soaking through the thin fabric. Just like Christine, her cock was something to behold. Although it wasn't as long as Christine's, it was still longer and fatter than most. He pulled down her panties, making her dick spring up and fling precum into the air. She stood up for a moment to take off her panties, then suddenly dropped onto him, plopping her balls right on his face. They were completely shaved and felt oddly smooth and soft, feminine somehow.Feminine balls? How ridiculous.She rubbed them on his lips and pressed them to his nostrils. They smelled of musk and sweat, but it wasn't unpleasant. The smell was actually turning him on, and he felt like he wouldn't mind sitting there all day sniffing her nut sack.

"Open up." He did as she said and she slowly dipped her large sack into his mouth. He tried not to let it touch his tongue but it filled his mouth entirely, and he accidentally licked it when he tried to shift his tongue's position. She looked down at him with surprise. "Do that again." He licked again. Then without thinking, as if reflexively, he sucked on them. He looked up at Jessie's face and she looked immensely pleased, triumphant even. "Little sissy boy likes his snack. Well don't stop now."

He really didn't like being called a sissy. For a guy like Robb who has a bit of an ego and a macho sensibility, the verbal abuse was almost worse than the physical. He suspected that both Jessie and Christine could sense that about him, which is why they were relentless in their insults.

Jessie pulled her balls out of his mouth with a plop and told him to stand, and as soon as he did she pushed his back against the tree trunk. She squirted what was left of the lubricant on her rigid cock. She then lifted his left leg, pressed herself against him and guided her cock between his legs and below his balls. She pushed the head into his resistant anus, slowly driving her shaft deep inside. The feeling of something invading his rectum gave him a flashback of Christine, and he still felt like his was never meant to be stretched so wide. He still wasn't used to it, and hoped he never would be. She stared at his face as her cock went in deeper and stretched him more. Just like Christine, she seemed to be savoring the moment of initial penetration, no doubt pleased at how his expression clearly conveyed the pain he felt in his butt.

"You're still tight," she breathed. "There's nothing better than fucking someone who used to think he was a man." It was an odd sensation, being used for someone's pleasure as if he were a toy. And he couldn't help but notice how she was basically telling him that even he himself didn't believe he was a man anymore.

She fucked him faster and a moan escaped his lips. He tried to look away from her, finding himself wishing that she'd taken him from behind. He didn't want her to see the effect her dick was having on him, but there was no escape. He hated that he couldn't control his facial expression, how it was so easy to tell how much her cock was having an effect on him.

Jessie's face was filled with intensity. She was completely engulfed in the act of raping him, and he thought that she probably lived for moments like this.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked while giving his ass cheek a tight squeeze with her hand.

God help me, it does.He realized that his treacherous cock was hard as steel. He didn't think he'd ever had such a powerful erection, it was as if his dick was trying to force itself out its skin.

Jessie reached for his other leg and lifted it as well, so that both his legs were wrapped around her middle. She backed away from the tree so he was being held up solely by her strength. She was carrying him by the butt cheeks with both hands, and started thrusting into him while bouncing his butt on her cock. His ass slamming into her hips was making that obscene slapping sound he used to like so much, and he was sure that from now on that sound would always remind him what a submissive weakling these girls had turned him into.

"Ah...ahhh," He hated her for forcing him to moan like a whore. Never in his life had he felt like less of a man. She stopped her thrusting with her dick all the way inside him, and to his utter dismay she started walking out from their hiding place with him impaled on her cock.

"No...no, don't do it!" he pleaded, trying to contain his panic. She walked all the way around the tree and stopped. She faced the open space of the campus, so he couldn't see if there was anyone around, and then continued pounding his ass. If there were people close by they were getting quite the sight; a pantless girl standing on the grass with a guy wrapped around her as she slammed his ass into her crotch. The idea made his dick twitch and expel a considerable amount of precum.

She lifted him up by the ass so that her dick slid out completely, and held him in place a few inches above her phallus. She spread his ass cheeks with both hand, exposing his gaping hole to the world. He could actually feel the cool breezeinsidehis asshole. It was so utterly fucked that it twitched and spasmed when he tried to close it. She didn't give him the chance though as she lowered him back down onto her shaft, her cock sliding in much easier then it had before. She started fucking him again, even harder this time. He was imagining that all the people he knew, especially his friends and exes, standing there behind him and watching as a dick reamed his asshole, and hearing the humiliating squishing sound of his rectum being churned. He couldn't take it anymore, he felt his balls tighten and his butt clench around Jessie's dick. She must have liked the feeling because she shortened her stroke so that most of her shaft didn't exit his ass with each pump.

 "Ah...you're gripping me so hard! Come on, cum for Jessie. Cum because you love getting fucked like a girl." Those words were the last straw. Despite all his effort he felt the juice rise up from his tight balls, force its way up his urethra and blast from the tip. He tried to keep his ridiculous moaning to a minimum as he shot spurt after spurt on both his and Jessie's shirts until they were almost covered in his jizz.

His ass repeatedly gripped and then loosened and then gripped around Jessie's cock as he orgasmed. The idea of making a once manly man cum by forcing herself into his ass was too much for her to handle, and her own dick unleashed its girl cum deep into Robbie's bowels.

Just like Christine, her cum was unnaturally hot and Robbie felt like a gallon of steaming goo was being dumped into his butt. He distinctly felt every shot her penis blasted in his ass, and how her accumulating jizz filled and stretched his bowels. She held him tightly as the last of her cream spurted into the pool of jizz in his butt. "You're such a good slut," she breathed, her voice wavering. "I'm so happy Christine found you. A man-whore who likes getting raped is so rare." She looked at him with half lidded eyes, her face flushed and covered with droplets of sweat, and gave him a sloppy kiss on the mouth. He wanted to deny that he liked it, but the evidence that covered both their shirts was undeniable.

After standing there for a bit with her deflating cock in his butt, she lifted him up again, but this time when her dick slid out it was followed by a stream of hot gunk. Again he didn't enjoy the feeling of being so exposed. He prayed to god that no one was around to see the large amount of girl jizz that was flowing out of his gaping and twitching hole. He couldn't imagine a worse possible scenario than being seen in such a position. He buried his face in Jessie's shoulder, wishing she would just carry him away so that no one would see his face, and so that he wouldn't know if anybody had just witnessed this severe emasculation. 

------X------ 

"You know who I'd like to fuck? B'Elanna Torres from Voyager," said Christine as she mashed the buttons on her playstation controller. "And I'd fuck that bitch Harry Kim too, see him play that flute with my rod up his ass."

"Who the hell are these people you're talking about? Jessie said as she sat next to Christine on the couch with her arms stretched across the back rest, watching as Christine played a videogame. "And you wonder why people call you a nerd."

Christine threw Jessie an annoyed look through her black rimmed glasses and turned back to her game. "Just because I like Star Trek and video games does not make me a nerd. Look who's talking anyway. Who do you think you are with that makeup, the queen of the damned?"

"Hmph, I wouldn't expect your fat ass to know anything about style," responded Jessie calmly.

"My ass is not fat!" Christine snapped. "I'm what you'd call voluptuous."

"Ha! Who the fuck are you kidding? Robbie, don't you think she has a fat ass?" Jessie turned to Robbie who was sitting in an arm chair to her right with an irritated look on his face.

"Uh...I don't know," he said. "Why don't you just leave me out of it? I don't even know what I'm doing here." The three of them were hanging out in Jessie's off campus apartment. The two girls had dragged him back there when they ran into him in the campus cafeteria during breakfast, saying that they wanted to make it up to him for all the hurting they put his butt through. He was pretty sure they'd do no such thing, but he knew that if he refused they would just threaten him with exposure and he'd go along in the end. Besides, he just didn't have the energy to argue.

"You don't wanna be here?" Christine said without looking away from the TV screen. "I thought we were friends."

"Friends?!" his nerves were starting to get frayed. "After what you two did to me?"

"Again with this?" Christine huffed out her mouth in exasperation. "We said we were sorry, cant you just let it go already?"

Is this girl delusional or is she just fucking with me?

"We enjoy your company, is that so hard to believe?" Jessie turned her head towards him and studied his face. He noticed right then that the way Jessie spoke did not match her appearance; if he'd talked to her on the phone he'd think he was speaking to a professor or some other type of intellectual.

"Well I don't enjoy yours," he said.

"We all know that's not true...God damn it I just got sniped! I hate these camping bastards!" Christine yelled at the screen. "I was on a kill streak, too!"

"Would you give it a rest already?" Jessie rolled her eyes and gave Robbie a look as if to say, what a nerd, right?

"Ugh, but there's nothing else to do," said Christine in a whiny voice.

"Maybe Robbie can suggest something," Jessie said. "Any ideas, Robbie?"

"Yeah, how about you two go jerk each other off and leave me the fuck alone?" he said, regretting it as soon as soon as the words came out of his mouth. He knew that antagonizing these bitches was not a good idea, but he was pissed that they were acting as if they were his friends, as if each of them hadn't forced herself into his ass.

Christine turned away from her game and looked at him with raised eyebrows, then looked at Jessie and they both laughed. "I just love it when you talk dirty," said Jessie, and started fondling her cock through her jeans. "Don't you know your just stirring my loins with that talk?"

"I think he does know," said Christine. "I think he's being slutty and is trying to tease us." He cursed himself a dozen times over in his head for opening his big mouth.

"That's not very nice, Robbie. Nobody likes a cock tease," said Jessie. He couldn't help but notice the distinctly visible bulge that was snaking down her right thigh. His heart started racing at the sight of it. "Happy now? Now you've got us all hot and bothered."

That's it, I can't take it anymore, he thought. He knew that if they wanted him they would have him; he had no delusions about who was in control here. The problem was that he could see that he was one or two fucks away from being turned into their personal, living jizz rag. He decided at that moment to end it, telling himself that even if they did expose him it would be better than getting sodomized every time one of them got an itch.

"Look..." he said as he stood up. He swallowed hard, trying to wet his throat which was suddenly dry."It's over, ok? I'm not going along with this anymore. You can expose me or do whatever the hell you want. I don't care anymore." He was trying his best to sound determined and confident, but didn't really fell like he was succeeding.

"Don't care, huh?" Christine looked at him with amused eyes, and then turned to Jessie, "I don't think he comprehends the situation here."

Jessie nodded slowly. "Do you think we're the only chicks with dicks around here?"

Her question caught him off guard, and he just looked at her blankly. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, the moment Christine deflowered you, you officially became a sissy," Jessie said. Christine just beamed at him, looking quite pleased with herself. "Which means that no matter how hard you try to act macho, every girl with a dong around here is now and forever gonna see you as a pussy that can't protect his own asshole. And they are all gonna want a piece." Both girls looked highly amused by the stunned look on his face.

He suddenly felt as if the room was spinning, so he let himself fall back into his chair. He opened his mouth to say something but he just didn't know what to say. This was it, disaster. Having these two use and abuse him was certainly bad enough, but the idea that there were plenty more of these freaks out there just waiting for the chance to get a piece of him...it was just too much to handle. His heart was beating so fast that he though it would burst out of his chest.

"Haha, my god, don't look so terrified," said a grinning Christine. "It's not gonna happen that way. Unless of course..."

"Unless you walk out that door," Jessie finished the sentence. She leaned forward in her seat with a serious look on her face. "None of those bitches is gonna come at you if they know that your ass belongs to us. We are the only thing that's stopping you from becoming a public cum dump." She smiled at him as she got up off the couch, and then sat next to him on his chair's armrest. "Don't worry baby, nobody's gonna run a train on you." She looked him in the eye and stroked his hair.

"Not yet, anyway," said Christine, and they both started laughing.

*

Robbie's roommate Scott sat in his swiveling chair by the computer and watched with amusement as Robbie moaned and muttered in his sleep. The noises he was making were too loud not to notice, and Scott just couldn't concentrate on his work.

Robbie was naked except for his underwear, and half his cock was poking out of the band, laying flat on his stomach. It was stiff as a rock, which was odd because he had already ejaculated twice all over himself. There were streaks of jizz that had spurted all the way to his chest, and even more of it was pooling up in his bellybutton.

"No please," he muttered. "Not in my ass."

Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing, and was having a hard time containing his laughter.

"There's too much cum in my ass already. Please...ugh...ughghhhhh," Robbie's body stiffened as semen exploded from his dick for the third time, in amounts that were just as plentiful as the first two orgasms.

Scott couldn't take it anymore, and he just burst out laughing. Robbie opened his eyes and blinked a few times as he tried to recognize his surroundings. When he finally did, he propped himself up and looked at Scott with irritation.

"What the fuck, man?" he croaked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. "What's with all the noise? I'm trying to sleep here. "

"Oh, I bet," said Scott with a wide grin and nodded towards Robbie's chest.

Robbie looked down at himself, and his eyes grew wide with horror when he saw that his chest and stomach were caked in white gunk, and that he had a raging erection sticking out of his boxers and pointing up his face. "What the fuck?!" he grabbed the crumpled up bed sheet and quickly covered himself with it.

"So tell me, how does it feel to have a nice cock in your ass? Pfff, hahahaha" Scott slapped his desk with his hand as he reeled with laughter.

Robbie could feel his face grow hot with embarrassment. What the hell could he possibly say to save face? He leapt off of his bed with the sheet wrapped around his chest and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it shut. He jumped into the shower, and after he had scrubbed himself rigorously he just stood there, letting the warm water pour over his face. He looked down at his cock, which was only half erect now, and shook his head in frustration.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he said, and suddenly he remembered the dream.

He was at the graduation ceremony in his old highschool, sitting in a front row seat in the auditorium. When it was his turn to go up on stage and receive his diploma, he walked up the steps and saw that one of his favorite teachers, Mrs. Brooke, was standing on the stage with no pants on. He traced up her legs with his eyes, from her feet and up to her huge, pendulous balls and her long, thick erection.

Next thing he knew he was bent over a stool with two of his female friends holding him down by each arm. He pleaded to the girls to let him go, only to have Mrs. Brooke position herself behind him and dive into his ass.

"I always though you were...ugh...a bit of a slut," she huffed as she slammed her hips into him. "But I never imagined you'd take cock so readily." His balls tightened and in no time at all he started spurting his jizz all over the floor, which only made Mrs. Brooke chuckle between grunts. She slapped his ass cheeks with both hands, and started cupping and fondling them. "Ooh your ass is soft." She squeezed his butt hard, moaning as her dick churned his rectum into butter. He felt it swell up inside him before releasing a burning hot torrent of cum.

Then, one by one, every female student in attendance took her turn with him up on the stage. Each of them were steadily filled him up with so much cum that he was starting to taste it in his mouth. One of them, after pulling out of his ass, turned him on the stool so that his rear was facing the audience. She spread his cheeks, exposing his gaping hole to the entire room and letting everyone see how the thick jizz bubbled and spurted out of his butt. The entire audience burst out in laughter and applause, and he could hear people saying things like, "what a whore," and "can you believe he likes it?"

The laughter and condemnation filled him with shame, but the more he was mocked, the more his dick twitched and blasted cum everywhere.

He stood there in the shower and shook his head to bring himself back to reality, and sighed in frustration when he noticed that his dick was back at full mast. He stood beneath the falling water for a few minutes, waiting for his erection to subside. The problem was that his mind kept going back to that dream, and his cock showed no signs of letting up. "I fucking hate my life," he muttered.

His anus was still feeling a bit sore, so he reached behind him with his right hand and started gently rubbing his sphincter. As he tried to massage away the pain, he tensed up as the tip of his middle finger accidentally slipped inside, and a little precum starting dribbling out the tip of his cock. It was distressing how easily his finger had just slid up there, and how such a small amount of anal stimulation provoked an instantaneous reaction from his cock. He just couldn't believe how worked up he was. He felt that if he didn't do something about this erection it would never go away.

Fuck me, he thought in frustration, and pushed his finger into his butt up to the second knuckle. He slid it in and out a few times before inserting his ring finger as well. He kept speeding up the pace until his ass started making an obscene squishing sound, which probably would have been audible, even through the bathroom door, if it wasn't for the shower.

"Fuck..." he groaned as he felt his knees weaken, and leaned with his other hand on the wall for support. Every moan he let out made him feel as if he was being showered in shame and not water.

What the hell am I turning into? Just one week ago if someone had told him that he'd be standing in a shower with his fingers up his own ass, and with his knees shaking like a girl about to orgasm, he'd have probably knocked that person out.

It didn't take long for him to reach his limit. He bent his knees in half a squat and moaned loudly as he continued his frenzied self-violation. He looked down at his cock and watched as it twitched a few times before its hole dilated and spewed cum all over the side of the bathtub. He spasmed as the last of it shot out of his dick, then pulled his fingers out of his butt with pop.

After stepping out of the shower and getting dressed, he braced himself in order to face his prick of a roommate. He opened the door and stepped out. Scott was still sitting in his chair, chatting with someone on his computer. When he saw Robbie he turned towards him.

"If it isn't Mr. Fuck my Heiny!" he said, laughing at his own joke like it was the funniest thing ever. Robbie took a deep breath and tried to contain his anger.

"Look, I need you to keep whatever you saw to yourself," he said, trying to remain as calm as he could.

"Now why would I wanna do that?" Scott grinned at him, making Robbie just want to punch him in his stupid, satisfied face. "Wait till my girlfriend hears about this. She's gonna crack the fuck up."

Robbie breathed out in frustration, and thought about Scott's pretty girlfriend having a good old laugh at his expense. But then suddenly he got an idea.

"Tell you what Scottie, if you keep quiet about this, I'll introduce you to a smoking hot chick who's always down to fuck."

Scott looked at him skeptically but seemed interested in the prospect. "Oh yeah? Who's this girl then?"

"Trust me, she's DTF. In fact, she has this girl friend who she always likes to have threesomes with." Robbie watched for Scott's reaction, and he knew that he'd reeled him in with the promise of fucking two chicks at the same time.

"Ok, fine," said Scott. "But if you're playing me..."

"Oh trust me, you're gonna have a grand ol' time." Robbie smiled to himself as he turned and walked out the door.

*

Robbie stood in front of the hookah bar, nervously smoking a cigarette. He was starting to think that maybe this was a bad idea. He didn't know how the girls would react to him 'setting them up'. What if they get mad? Why am I even doing this?

When he had called Jessie and told about the date all she said was, "ok, we'll meet you there," before hanging up.

He'd thought that setting up his prick of a roommate with the dong sisters, as he came to think of them, would have been an appropriately poetic way of getting back at him. He was angry when he thought it up, but now that he's calmed down and had a chance to think about it, he was getting more and more anxious. He just had this feeling that it was gonna backfire on him somehow.

"Fuck it," he said to himself and tossed his cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. He walked into the hookah bar and looked around. The place was smoky and dimly lit, and each table had a couch next to it, except for the low tables which were surrounded by cushions. The room was divided into two sections, one of them wasn't visible from the entrance.

He didn't see them anywhere so he walked further inside, and when he turned the corner he spotted a short, blonde girl waving at him from a table at the far corner of the room. When he walked closer he saw that it was that irritating little imp Trixie. What the fuck is she doing here? She was sitting on the couch by the table along with Christine and Jessica. It was actually two couches that intersected at the corner of the walls. Jessica was sitting on the left side while Christine and Trixie were sitting on the other.

"Come, sit," Trixie happily tapped on the seat next to her, but he ignored her and sat next to Jessica.

"So where is he?" Christine said. She was chewing on a toothpick and looked a bit nervous.

"He should be along shortly," he said. He looked at Jessica who was her usual calm self, which highlighted how weirdly fidgety Christine was being. "Is everything alright?" he asked

"Yeah. What do you mean?" she said. For once she her black hair wasn't tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a red top that showed off her ample cleavage. He had never seen her like this before. She usually used to dress simple, and you could tell she was uncomfortable. She kept fidgeting around with her glasses and adjusting her tits.

He turned to Jessie. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.

"She's nervous about meeting Scott," said Jessie.

"I am not!" Christine said indignantly. Robbie looked at her with a smirk. Scott was a pretty popular guy, and Christine was never one to interact with his kind of crowd. It was pretty amusing seeing her out of her element like this.

"It's ok, Chrissie. Maybe Robbie can do something for you to take your mind off it," Trixie said with that eternally goofy smile on her face.

"What do you have in mind?" Jessie asked her.

"Well, Christine was telling me before how she gets irritated when she has an over-full nut sack," Trixie said, her smile growing wider as she looked at Robbie. As soon as he'd walked in and seen her he knew there was gonna be trouble. He hadn't even been sitting there for two minutes and already they'd started with the sex talk.

"You know, he was really excited to meet you," he said quickly, trying to change the subject, and conveniently leaving out the fact that he didn't tell Scott the identity of his 'blind date'.

Christine just looked at him silently, an uncomfortably familiar look in her eye. Uncomfortable for him, that is. Every time he'd seen that look he'd ended up having girl gunk somewhere on, or inside his person. "Where the hell is this guy?" he checked his watch and glanced around the place.

"I think you're onto something, Trix," Christine said slowly. She bit her lip as she eyed him up and down. "Jessie, would you switch places with me?"

Jessie grinned and said, "by all means."

"No!" Robbie blurted out, and felt his face flush when the three girls started laughing at him. Jessie got up and sat next to Trixie, while Christine slid over so that she was sitting to the left of him. She sat in a very unladylike manner, with her legs spread apart. He could already see the outline of her monster cock starting to lift up her skirt.

His heart started beating faster and he looked around nervously. The lights where dim and the place wasn't exactly crowded, but their table was within sight of half the people there. Thankfully though almost all of them were couples lost in each other's eyes, and probably wouldn't pay attention to whatever's going on at the table in the corner.

Christine leaned closer to him so that her large, soft breast pressed into his upper arm. He looked down at her chest and could see a good portion of the top of her tits. Being so close to her half naked flesh made him feel a rush of adrenaline in his veins. It had been a while since he played with a pair of boobs, or fondled a nice, soft ass. He felt his dick starting to stir in his pants.

Christine spread her legs further and her skirt started riding up her thighs. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the swelling head of her cock peek out from under the hem.

 "I need my pipes cleared," she whispered in his ear. "Be a good boy and help me out, will you?"

He looked at the other two girls. They were sitting next to each other and watching him intently. Jessie had a crooked smile on her face and Trixie sat on the edge of her seat with wide, excited eyes.

Christine put her hand on the back of his neck and gently pushed his head down onto her crotch. Her dick was fully erect now, and was all the way out from under her skirt, which was bunched up at her hips. She was wearing a pair of pink panties, which would have been sexy if there wasn't a ridiculously large penis sticking out from the side.

She kept pushing his head down until his lips were pressed into the tip of her cock. She held it by the base and rubbed it on his lips, nostrils, and chin, steadily spreading precum everywhere it touched.

She then pushed his head down further, so he opened his mouth to receive her. He could taste her fat dick as it slowly slid inside along his tongue, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. She kept pushing it in until it reached his uvula and then she pulled it back out slowly. She slid down on her seat so that her butt was passed the edge in order to get better thrust control, then she held his head in place with both hands started going in and out of his mouth.

Each time the fat head of her cock reached the opening of his throat, she'd pull back out. Her girth was stretching his mouth pretty wide, and he couldn't help but dwell on how it felt to have his lips wrapped around her like that.

The tip of her dick was expelling a lot of precum which soaked the top of his tongue and dribbled down around it, making a small, salty pool in the area bellow it. The clear fluid was coming out in abundance, and some of it started rolling past the back of his tongue and pouring down his throat. More of it was spurting out passed his lips and dribbling down her thick shaft, all the way down to her heavy balls. Her panties, which were pulled aside next to the base of her cock, were soaking up a lot of the gooey liquid.

"Holy shit, this is so fuckin' hot," he heard Trixie say. "Why are you such a slut, Robbie? I'm starting to get wet over here."

He lifted his head up off of her dick and looked up. He saw that Jessie had her arms spread across the backrest and sat with her legs apart. His eyes grew wide when he saw that the fly of her blue jeans was open and her cock was sticking out. It stood like an obelisk pointing up toward the ceiling, with a droplet of precum resting on its tip.

He couldn't help but stare at her spontaneously rigid dick and her large, round ball sack. The sight of her like that, all hard with absolutely no physical stimulation, made his dick twitch out some precum of its own. It also made him realize that sucking on Christine had already given him one hell of an erection. I can't believe I'm getting turned on by freaking cocks!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" said Jessie. "You wanna go down on me next?" she smiled that smile of hers, as if there was some kind of inside joke that only she was in on. "You'd better make her cum before your friend gets here. You don't want him to see you with a fat one in your mouth, do you?"

She had a point, so he put his head back down and continued working on Christine. He disliked bobbing up and down on her cock like that, it made him feel like such a...

He tried to push the thought away and focus on speeding up her orgasm. He licked and sucked on her cock head, lapping up her precum.

The first time Christine had put her dick in his mouth, he'd told himself that he didn't like the taste of it. Now though, he was thinking that maybe he'd only tried to convince himself that the taste wasn't good because it was a fucking dick, after all. But as he rubbed her cock all over his tongue in that dimly lit café, he realized that he'd actually acquired a taste for her. The taste of her phallus had come to affect him like some kind of pheromone.

Christine traced down his back with her hand and started fondling his ass. She then slid her hand down the back of his boxers and began cupping and squeezing his butt cheeks. He tried to lift his head up to tell her to take it easy but she pressed down hard on the back of his head, making the tip of her dick pop into his throat. She kept pushing him down, her cock slowly expanding his throat, until his lips were touching her balls.

She moaned as she started fucking his throat with short, shallow thrusts, the thickness of her cock significantly opening up his throat. Each time her dick briefly pulled out he would get a little bit of air, but it wasn't enough, he needed to catch his breath. He tried pulling her out of his mouth but she kept holding him down. He tapped on her legs frantically to let her know he needed air but she just ignored him.

He couldn't see her face but could hear the low moaning and grunting noises she was making, and he thought that she seemed to be lost in her own moment. She gave a few more intense thrusts and her body shuddered a bit; he knew she was about to cum.

Swallowing cum was also something he wasn't exactly eager about. Not just because of the physical sensation of having that weirdly hot and sticky liquid blast into his mouth, but also because the idea of gulping down someone's semen was just so...degrading.

Christine suddenly pulled out of his mouth, making him spout saliva onto her already slick cock and leaving him drooling strands of thick precum onto her nuts. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before she grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him bellow the table, positioning him so that he was kneeling between her thighs. She grabbed the back of his head with her right hand, then placed her other hand on her seat to lift herself up a few inches before shoving her cock back down his throat.

His mouth made wet slurping sounds as she pistoned in and out. From head to base her cock was covered in precum and saliva. Her balls kept slapping his chin which was also covered in the mixed liquids, leaving trails of fluid flinging about as it stained her sack with each thrust.

"Ugh...ugh," she grunted a little too loudly. Then she just slammed herself into his face so that his nose was pressed up against her abdomen and his lower lip pressed into her balls. "Fuuuuck," she made no effort to try to keep her voice down as her dick twitched a few times before blasting a boiling stream of gunk directly down his throat.

He felt the hot, sticky liquid stain his esophagus as it poured into his stomach. While she was still cumming she pulled out of his throat but not out of his mouth. Her cock continued to spew jizz on his tongue, quickly filling up his mouth and exploding from his lips all over her shaft. He jerked his head back to keep from suffocating, and her dick popped, still spurting thick strands of goo all over his face.

"Ahh..." she let out a sigh before leaning back into her seat. Robbie felt dazed as he slowly climbed back onto the couch. He felt as if he'd just survived some kind of assault. The girls seemed quite amused as they stared at him.

He looked around and saw that people were looking towards their table, and some of them were staring directly at him. It took him a few seconds to shake off the numbness and realize that his face was still decorated like a Christmas tree. He grabbed a napkin of the table and quickly wiped the sticky jizz off of his mouth, chin, nose, cheeks, and forehead. "...cums like a goddamn fire hose," he mumbled under his breath.

"Why'd you have to go and wipe it off?" said Trixie. "You look so cute all covered in butter."

"Would you be quiet," he said with irritation. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

She seemed taken aback from the question. "I'm here for moral support."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Before she could answer, a cute blonde waitress walked up to their table. "Is everything alright here?"

"Why, of course," said Jessie. Her cock was still hard and out of her pants, but the waitress couldn't see it due to the table obstructing her view. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just that some of the customers are saying that there were strange sounds coming from this table."

"Really? Well I don't know what they're talking about," Jessie said without missing a beat.

The waitress looked at the four of them skeptically then put on a smile. "Ok then. Would you like anything else?

"Yeah, our friend here would like a milkshake," Jessie gestured towards Robbie. "And make sure it's extra thick and creamy."

"Right away," the waitress said.

"Actually I'm not all that thirsty," he said.

"Sure you are," Jessie waved her hand dismissively. "He'll have a milkshake."

The Waitress looked at him questioningly, and when he didn't say anything she said, "Coming right up," and walked away.

Jessie turned to Christine and said, "You wanna switch places?"

"Sure," Christine got up and sat in a chair opposite Robbie.

"Come on girls, what the fuck?" said Robbie. Sucking one dick in a public place was bad enough. Not to mention that his stomach was already full of Christine's 'butter'.

"Don't worry, slut-boy," said Jessie as she scooted over on the couch next to him. "You don't have to suck my dick." He was starting to feel relieved until she said, "I got something else in store for you."

This was bad; these chicks didn't seem to give a shit they were in a public place, in fact they seemed to be getting a kick out of it. "Look..." he slowly got up from his seat. "I don't..." but before he could finish his sentence Jessie shoved him forward, bending him over the table. He tried to get up but Christine grabbed his arms and pinned him down.

"Ooh, fun!" Trixie clapped her hands happily. This time more people were starting to stare at them.

"People are looking!" he was trying to keep his voice down. "Let's at least go to the bathroom or something."

"He's so adorable when he begs," Trixie said. She seemed much too excited about this whole thing. Talk about a voyeurism fetish.

"Would you shut the fuck up!?" he snapped at her, although he probably wasn't all that imposing, being bent over the table like he was.

Jessie gently felt up his ass then pulled down his pants, along with his underwear, all the way to his ankles.

"Oh, come on!" he was starting to panic. Sure, it wouldn't have been his first time getting violated in public, but never in front of so many people. "Please, look, let's just go somewhere else. I'll suck you both off at the same time, whatever you want."

"What we want?" Christine smiled at him as she held him down by the arms. "We want to hear you squeal." He tried as hard as he could to get free, but her iron grip just wouldn't budge.

Jessie spread open his butt cheeks and spat onto his ass hole. She then slid her thumb inside, pushing it all the way in. The suddenness of her intrusion, not to mention the tension of the situation, made him clamp his ass tight around her finger.

"How the hell are you still this tight?" said Jessie as she started sliding her thumb in and out if his hole. "You'd think getting reamed by a couple of monster cocks would have loosened you up more."

She then pulled her thumb out and grabbed him by the hips with both hands. She pulled him back towards her, making Christine let go of his arms, and tried to sit him down on her stiff dick. He felt the head press up against his clenched up ass hole, but he jerked reflexively and her cock slid down between his legs, poking his nut sack.

She lifted him up then pulled him back down onto her, and this time the tip of her dick penetrated his defenses, spreading open his pucker. "Oooof, ahhh!" he cried as she slowly impaled him on her cock, her shaft spreading him open as it made its way deeper inside. That feeling of her thickness stretching him wide and filling him up gave him an instant erection.

When his butt connected with her hips, she held him there without moving. He tried to quickly remove the involuntary grimace she'd put on his face, and looked again around the café. Some people were still looking at them, but most had gone back to talking to each other. From their vantage point all they could see was just some weirdo sitting on a girl's lap.

He saw the waitress walking towards them with his milkshake on a tray, but she stopped a few steps away from the table when she saw him, a bewildered expression on her face. What could she be thinking? He knew that he looked ridiculous, sitting there on this girl's lap. Thankfully though, the table was hiding their lower half from view, so she wasn't able to see how his pants were around his ankles.

The waitress walked those few steps reluctantly to their table. "Um...here's your shake." She set down the glass in front of him, still looking at him with confusion, obviously trying to figure out what was going on.

"Thanks so mu...wahhh!" Suddenly Jessie pulled him up an inch off her dick shoved him back down on it. The three girls laughed in amusement, and the way the waitress looked at him made his face turn deep red. He wanted to bury his head in sand; he wanted to kick himself for letting out such a womanish yelp in front of this pretty waitress.

"Ok then," she said before quickly walking away.

"Aww so cute, look how he's blushing," Trixie said, and then looked under the table. "And his cock is hard, as usual."

Jessie started bouncing him in earnest. He could hear her grunting behind him as she pushed her hips into him, jerking him upwards with each thrust. The sounds she was making and the slapping noise caused by their copulation was regaining the other customers' attention. He tried to appear casual, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand, but he knew there was no way he could divert attention away from his bobbing backside.

"Is she fucking him?" he heard the girl from the closest table say to her boyfriend. Great, now people are figuring out what's going on. He felt his dick expel precum as it swung up and down along with the motion of his ass.

"He's clenching me with his butt," said Jessie. "I think he's going to cum."

"Oh goody," said Trixie, looking happy as ever. "But we can't see his cock 'cause of the table."

"I think I can fix that," Christine suddenly pulled the table away from in front of them, making his elbow drop. Now that there was nothing obstructing the view, everyone could see his bottom nakedness and his bouncing backside.

"Why don't you lean back, Robbie?" said Trixie. "So we can get a nice view." All he could think was, no, no, this is too humiliating. He tried to get away but Jessie grabbed both arms by the elbows and pulled him backwards. Then she put her legs between his own and spread them apart. He heard several the people in the room gasp at the sight of him, his upper body leaning back with his legs splayed apart and a wickedly fat cock sliding in and out of his ass. Not to mention his dick which was swinging up and down, all the while flinging precum into the air.

It was a queer feeling, being put on display like that. He couldn't help but look at the unwitting audience of the show. A couple of girls had their hands covering their mouths in shock, while others seemed somehow fascinated by what was happening.

No, stop looking at me, he almost said it out loud but stopped himself, knowing how ridiculous it would sound.

He felt that familiar pressure rise from his balls, and he tried focusing all his willpower on suppressing the inevitable, but all that did was make his orgasm more intense. He strained as the cum forced its way up his urethra and exploded out the tip of his cock. All he could think was, please no, don't look at me cum. Don't look at me! "Fuuu...ahhhh!" he cried helplessly as his jizz splattered all over the floor in front of him.

He had never made these sounds while fucking a girl. Was there something about being on the receiving end that turned people into moaning sluts?

It didn't take long for Jessie to reach her limit as well. She let go of his arms and then grabbed both his legs from behind the knees and lifted them up. If there was anyone who hadn't had a clear view of her cock pounding his ass, they did now. She pulled her dick out of his butt with pop, leaving his wide open hole facing the audience.

She slid it back in and then out again. She repeated that motion five or six times, making his rectum squish loudly in the now silent room.

"Oh my god!" the blonde waitress entered the room just in time to see the finishing act. She gawked with wide eyes at his abused anus, and just then Jessie gave him three powerful thrusts before blowing her load in his butt. As usual, the stream of steaming gunk seemed endless; it filled him up like a balloon and spurted out of his sphincter around her shaft.

When she'd emptied all her ball juice inside him she pulled out, leaving his asshole a twitching, cavernous mess coated in molten butter. She finally let go of him and slumped back into her seat. He put his feet on the floor but his legs wouldn't support him, so he had to lean on the couch with his hands to lift himself up.

He slowly pulled up his pants and started walking, bowlegged, to the exit as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast. He looked straight ahead as he walked, trying to ignore the stares of the people he passed. He noticed that the three girls weren't saying anything, and he wasn't prepared to look back to see what they were doing.

He could feel Jessie's deposit leaking out, staining his boxers and pants, and he realized absently that his butt wouldn't close. He felt like it would stay in this gaping condition forever.