Maybe, But Information Isn't Free

“Well,” Ben said with a lopsided smile, “Some things were said. But you know what? Watching you two has left me a bit forgetful. Maybe you could... refresh my memory a bit?” I had no doubt what he meant, but while his tone was a bit more playful than it had been I wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity for more cum.

I started to get to me feet, “No! Crawl you little bitch!” His orders were music to my ears and I dropped to my hands and knees. It didn’t take too long, but every moment impressed upon me just how low I had sunk in the past sixteen hours. I felt my palms and knees pressing against the hard concrete and my toes bounced inside my boots as my feet dragged along behind. My, thus far, neglected tits bouncing against my shirt and my shorts rubbed roughly against my ass cheeks. The area under the bleachers was open to the elements but the smell of sex was heavy in the air.

I heard my own heavy breathing and the faint scraping sounds of my boots. Then Todd’s voice from behind the camera cut through everything. “Look at the little whore, she’s fucking soaked.” And it was true. I had been on edge since I got up and at that point I had been cumming, off and on, for the past hour. Some of them fairly minor by recent standards, but enough to soak my pussy. As I had squatted and crawled around my shorts had ridden up on me and now felt as though they had been sculpted to my crotch and ass, the line of my crack and cunt unmistakable.

By now I had unzipped Ben and pulled his pants down. I took hold of his cock and started licking the head. After teasing around the tip, I sucked him into my mouth. “Oh shit,” Ben said, “You really have come a long way.” I eased him down my throat, “If I’d known you were like this, you could have spent lab under the table.” I pressed my nose into his pubes and let out a couple of those little gagging sounds that I knew from porn, and now personal experience, that both guys and I loved as the sign of a true cock-sucking slut.

I heard Justin’s voice to my right, “Hey, Farber, don’t hog the whore.” I backed off Ben and saw Justin’s cock about six inches from my face, standing to full attention. I pressed a parting kiss to the head of Ben’s dick, and turned to Justin’s. I eased him into my mouth, intending a slow massage with my tonsils, but the big bastard obviously had other ideas. “Open wide cum-slut,” he grunted out as he took a hold of the back of my head. I complied, opening my throat to let him push down as he moaned how great it felt, “I don’t know where she’s been hiding the whole time, but this skank has got a deeeep throat.”

“Well give her back, I fucked her first.” Ben shot back. “Come on Katie,” he said, guiding me off Justin and back to his cock. “Just a little more lovin’ and I’ll tell you all about it.” I nuzzled my way down his cock, to his balls. By this time he was pretty rank. If I hadn’t loved the smell of cum I would have gagged. As it was, it was still a bit overpowering as I began licking his sweaty nut-sack. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he bit out as I sucked his balls into my mouth.

“No way I’m sitting this one out,” I heard Todd mutter behind me. I spit Ben’s balls out and chanced a glance over at Denise. Todd was leaning over her, holding his camera with one hand while he slipped the other down her shirt. She squeaked when he pinched her right tit. I locked eyes with her and shot her a wicked grin as he gave her the camera and some instruction, “Don’t just baste in your juices you skank. Here, do something useful.” His attention turned back to me, “Let’s give this little slut what’s she really deserves.”

I tossed a wink her way as she struggled to frig herself and hold the camera steady. “Wish you were here,” I cooed to her and the camera. “My little pussy is just so wet. It’s been hours since it had anything in it. And my titties haven’t had any attention in forever.”