Not by choice

The last thing you wanted to do is taste his seed. You had no desire wear it either. However, since the bra you had on was less revealing than many of the halters you ran around campus in, you figured the best thing to do was let him cum on your chest and then take off your t-shirt. The removed article could then be used to wipe your face if necessary. You started to jerk back to get clear. You barely moved an inch before a pair of hands grabbed your head. They held you fast. Pressure built up until you were **** to take Brett’s dick in until it touched the back of your mouth.

You felt his hot spunk splash against your throat. You swallowed again and again. You couldn’t begin to keep up with the jism that spewed forth from Brett’s cock. Only when he finished did Brett pull out. You bent over gagging and coughing as you tried to catch your breath. You spat out gobs of cum. It was several minutes before you were able to breathe normally. However, even then, you were still too weak to resist as a hand grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head up.

“You lose bitch!” Anne sneered, “Now pay up!” It was almost a minute before you could begin to respond. It took too long. Anne ripped your t-shirt from your body. She glared at you until you reached behind your back and unclasped your bra. You folded your left arm over your chest as let it fall away from your bosom. She snatched it from your hand as you extended it out to her.

“No need to be shy now,” Anne said, “After all, he’s shown you what he’s got.” You let your arms drop. The cool air against your bare chest soon had your nipples sticking straight out just like your tits were. Brett smiled, obviously pleased with what he saw. Anne wasn’t.

“He’s shown you more than that…” You sighed. Unbuttoning your jeans, you let them slide to the floor. Anne cleared her throat when you stepped out of them. You didn’t really need the reminder, but you held your tongue. You hooked the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. Brett’s eyes followed your jiggling breasts on the way down and stayed down there as he got a good look at the thick triangular patch of red hair just above the junction of your legs. You gave him a good look at your more intimate parts as you lifted first one leg and then the other to step out of your panties. It was obvious the effect of standing in nothing but your socks was having on Brett.

“Now then bitch,” Anne chimed in, “Brett has given you a great gift. You can’t let it go to waste.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. Anne pointed to the cum on the floor. It didn’t take a genius to realize what she meant. Your eyes grew wide in horror. It was disgusting, but you would honor the bet. You dropped to your knees and reached out for the nearest gob of cum.

“Use your tongue.” Anne ordered, “Lick it up.” You opened your mouth to protest. “And just to make sure you aren’t tempted to use your hands, spread ‘em.” Anne slapped you on the ass. You reached behind your hips and grabbed a cheek on each hand. You pulled so that everyone had good view of your anus.

“Your cunt as well.” Anne added. She pressed her foot against your crotch. It wasn’t hard enough to be painful, but it was uncomfortable. You shifted your hands so that your first two fingers were over your labia. Once again you opened your private parts for all to see. You let out a soft gasp as the cool air engulfed your now exposed clit. You leaned forward slowly. With your hands holding your ass, you had nothing to keep you from cracking your face on the floor if you overbalanced. The thought of having to lick his salty seed from that filthy floor didn’t make you in any hurry to stick your tongue out.

“Better get moving,” Anne called out, “Brett likes what he sees. If he gets hard before you finish, I’m not going to be able to stop from filling another hole.” You nearly gagged as you dipped your tongue into the pile of jism. Despite the revulsion, you scooped up a portion of the spunk. It took a lot of effort open your throat to allow it to slide into your belly. It took even more to keep it from coming back up. You had to fight even harder to scoop a second glob of cum. The grit as you licked the last bit of that glob from the floor didn’t make it any easier. You snuck a quick peek back as you crawled to the next pile. Brett wasn’t hard yet, but he was well on his way. You had three more piles.