Never ending party.

The party itself is a blistery blur. Hard throbbing cocks and cackles of laughter, spilled drinks and spurting semen coating your supple skin, shame and sissygasm wrapped so tight around each other its like a sweet kiss. You wake up the next day half wishing you could remember and a 100 percent remembering you wish you could forget. Your math is still a little fuzzy with the hangover...

"Hey! It's the party guuuuurl!" Jake is sitting on your couch sporting a hard on and a shit eating grin. You look around for your other "friends" but don't see anyone. Just the jerk that wasn't even original enough to be your worst bully. But his is the only cock around and the only scornful stare to lock you in place. You stumble over, still in your rubber "fuck me" outfit. The cum of last nights revelry still caked in your hair and all over your skin.

"Hi, Jake. Uhm...I don't remember most of the party. Did I do anything too...embarrasing?" Jake takes a breath for a minute then erupts in braying laughter. You squirm and shift from heel to heel, waiting for it to stop. Apparently the look on your face is even more hilarious and he can't stop laughing, guffawing until he's out of breath. You hate how it makes your clitty throb.

"Why don't you sit on the couch and we can see how embarrassing you were together?" You shuffle over and sit as far away from him as you can. He laughs and pulls you in close with his meaty paw. You look up at the big screen and see yourself sucking and fucking every cock in sight babbling and begging for more.

"Oh shit this is the best part." You see Becca, splayed lewdly in the middle of the party, beckoning you with her wet, puffy pussy lips. You hear cruel chimes of laughter. The camera pans to a basketball player sitting five feet from her, or is it someone in a basketball costume? Either way you hear a booming voice asking you to choose...either fuck the girl you've been pining after since grade school...or fuck another in a series of strange cocks. Of course you crawled towards the cock to the uproariously laughter of the crowd.

"Jesus, are you drooling, fag?" You feel the spittle hit your leg before you realize you are. The video evidence of your delicious descent has you so humiliated so horny, that you need to find release. You hate this second rate bully more than anyone. At least you could look up to Slade...Jake is just an also ran asshole. Still...he's here right now.

"Can I...can I suck you...please?" Another peal of laughter, followed by a hand on your head, pushing you down towards your prize. You slobber and suck and swallow drinking in his idiotic giggles and squirming and spurting in shame.

"That's it Bitch, take your time. The rest of the gang won't be over for hours. And we have a whole week to make more memories." You shiver and spasm at the thought. It's just the beginning of a swift spiral down. And you know better than these brutes how deep Daddy's pockets go. ****, toys, implants, surgery, this week doesn't ever have to end.

You smile and spurt imagining the week to cum. You never want it to end. And the location may change, and the crowd, but from now on...you'll bring the party with you.