Guests Are Always Right

Courtney drove back home though every fiber of her being was trying to fight it. She pulled into her garage, closed the door, then took her bags into the kitchen then went back for the case of beer.

"Bring the groceries in here," yelled Chad.

After a couple of trips, Courtney had the beer, chips, salsa, cucumbers, whipped cream, and eight boxes of condoms in the living room. The beer was cold as she got it from the walk in refrigerator, and the boys helped themselves.

"Perform oral sex on one of the cucumbers, and fuck yourself with the other," said Jimmy.

Courtney just glared at him.

"You heard him," said Chad. "The guests are always right, do whatever we want. Not get to it."

Courtney had to lower her panties. She took the cucumbers and started sucking on one while fucking her pussy with other as she burned with shame and humiliation.

The boys could not believe it. They cheered and high-fived each other as they watched.

"Don't stop until you orgasm!" cried Jake.

Courtney wanted to die of shame and she tried to get herself off as fast as she could, but the shame was making her masturbation non-erotic.

"Come on, really fuck that pussy!" said Chad.

Courtney fucked herself harder and deeper with the cucumber while she sucked on the other one.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" chanted the boys.