Denise's Debriefing

Denise finally pulled away and looked over at Justin who was forlornly jerking-off. “You know, if you didn’t insist on shoving it up her ass without a condom, I could have sucked you off. Pity that.”

“Well, even if he had, it would have been a wasted load.” I remarked. “Not like we could do anything with a condom.”

“I don’t know,” Denise said, “If his diet is right, and believe me it is, it tastes like a little condom colada.” I know I looked skeptical at that. “Don’t knock it till you try it. Make him use a condom that’s long on ribbing and no spermicide, turn the condom inside out and it goes down easy.” I wasn’t keen on handling a shit-covered condom, but I hadn’t objected to fingering or being fingered in my bunghole. For that matter, if Justin would just wipe himself off I wouldn’t have had any problems making him number three. It sounded like the key was handling the condom right, making sure what was outside didn’t end up inside. (I found over the course of the year that a full, warm condom was a fantastic slut-treat. But that’s another story.)

Todd stepped back, panning around slowly with camera, making sure to take in as much of the my appearance as possible. Obviously the first round was over. “Well, Katie,” my head jerked back to Denise, “While I love your fresh-fucked look, I think your visitors might be a little surprised by it.”

I was seated on the ground, my shorts and shirt discarded. Cum in my face, my hair, and my ass. My pussy and tits were bruised, my breath was foul, and my butt was sore. What was not to like? I couldn’t think of a guy who wouldn’t take my appearance as an invitation to a gang-bang.

Denise, however, kept talking, “I do wonder, how did you get home last night? We left you in a pool of cum with your clothes shredded. I’m impressed with what you came up with, where’d you get it?”

“Just pieced it together from some stuff in my closet.”

“Well,” she murmured, slowly running a hand up and down my back, “I do like it. You’ve got the right idea. I figured you’d be here if you made it home without ending up in someone’s van.” Fuck! What an image. “But I wasn’t sure what you’d come up with.” Her fingers slid off my hip and down to tease my aching fuckhole. “No panties,” she leaned around my shoulder and kissed the top of my breast, “No bras. Good instincts. But I still wonder how you got home.”

So I told them about my discovery of the Holy Mary outfit, about Adam the security guard and the unnamed janitor. My breathing got a little heavy as I recalled seeing and then meeting the Phi-kaps. “And then, I hurried home.”

“Anyone see you?” Todd asked from behind the camera.

“Just a few pervs, but I didn’t stop to chat. I got home, said good-night to Daddy and woke up this morning.”

This update has been a long time coming but the next couple of chapters are unsettled and may be for a while. As always, any contributions, alternatives, etc. are welcome.