A cum walk it is

There's just no way I can risk returning to unaware with my most recent rule. At least for now, the semen is staying. I just pray to whatever sick God created a world with an app like Gem Ladies in it, that nothing will show through.

Nope, no such luck for a doomed woman like me. As soon as I pull my top back down over my chest, I can feel the cum oozing uncomfortably against the fabric, and a moment later small visible splotches start to form. I am just going to have to pretend it is a little spillage, and hope that the smell of booze and sweat is enough to hide the smell of cock snot.

Yeah, this is going to go just great.

I unlock the toilet door.

"Um, your bag is still open." Shawn warns.

I look down. He's right, Double Penetration Divas is still staring up at us from the handbag now dangling from my shoulder.

"Thanks." I mumble as I close it up.

I shouldn't be THANKING the man who just added JIZZ to my outfit!

But here I am, treating him like an equal, or something. How disgraceful.

Disaster strikes as soon as I open the door. Megan is right there. She's caught me and Shawn leaving the tiny toilet cubicle at the same time. And she looks equal parts shocked and appalled.

"It's not what you think!" I squeak immediately.

But wait. Will lying to her gain me Nasty Points? Quite possibly, based on some previous experiences.

"I mean... Oh forget it." I just leave her there, mouth agape, and return to the living room.

Being caught by Megan is going to be very bad for my reputation, but there's nothing I can do about that right now. I need to just return to attending my party normally for as long as possible, and deal with everything else after this bonus game has ended.

Speaking of the bonus game... Yep, that plug is still in my pussy, and it's still quietly buzzing away, trying to bring me back to the upper heights of arousal and another orgasm. Right now I feel very sexually stimulated, but not on the brink yet. Still, my nipples are painfully erect, and thanks to that they can be slightly seen through my top, even though I'm wearing a bra.

I'm so distracted that I pretty much barge straight into Joshua, one of the less awful guys in my class, who was chilling near the door. He goes to church and he's polite, which is more than I can say for most. Still, even he struggles not to stare at my chest now that I've got his attention.

"Oh, hey Dawn, happy birthday." He manages to say without his voice wavering too much as he studies my giant rack, the jutting nipples and discoloured patches.

Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to stare? Normal Dawn wants to spit.

Erm, my face is up here. Polite but firm Dawn should probably say.

"Thanks Josh, I'm so glad you could make it." New slightly-horny Nice-As-Possible Dawn finds herself saying.

For added measure, I put a hand on his shoulder and kiss his cheek. This pushes my substantial bosom into his chest. What is wrong with me? I can't even tell if I did that to try and earn points or because I'm aroused and finding it easier and easier to act like a slut the more I do it. It feels like by doing these outrageous things, I'm gradually eroding my mental barrier that makes such actions seem horrifyingly out of the question.

Whatever you do, don't look down.

If I just gave him an erection, I must make sure I never find out about it. Or before I can stop myself, I'll be grinding myself against him, or even worse, trying to shove my hand down his trousers. No no no. I need to keep my eyes locked onto his.

Of course, staring at someone in the eyes is not the least flirtatious thing ever, especially when the vibrating action in my loins is causing my pupils to dilate, and my pheremones to go wild, and my overall appearance oozes sex appeal. And my hand is still on his shoulder. He turns bright red, and I don't blame him.

Don't look down don't look down

"I, err, I gotta go use the bathroom!" He half speaks and half squeaks, before slipping out of my half-embrace, slipping past me and quickly stepping out into the hall.

Smooth.

"Oh hey Josh." You hear Shawn greet him as he exits the living room. "What's up?"

"What the hell is up with Dawn?" Joshua hisses, trying to whisper, but ending up being so loud that I can still hear him.

My heart beats fast. I can't help but hug the wall near the door try to and listen in to the rest of their conversation.

"What do you mean?" Shawn asks innocently.

"I think she just came onto me. And were her tits always that big?" Josh asks urgently.

"I... I don't remember? I guess they must have been?" Shawn replies thoughtfully. "What did you say when she flirted with you?"

"Nothing, man... Nothing." Josh whispers. "I just got out of there. I don't even know why, now. It's just she's usually so scary."

"Well I don't know if it's your thing, but if it is, I reckon she'll react pretty positively if you return her affection next time." Shawn confides in him.

"How would you know? Wait... No way... Don't tell me you... No..." Shawn doesn't say anything more out loud, but I can tell from Joshua's tone that something in his demeanour must have confirmed Joshua's suspicions that Shawn has been intimate with me.

That fucking prick.

Less than a minute since we parted ways and he's already failing at his promise to keep our little episode a secret. At this rate, my reputation is going to be in tatters before the end of the night.

Despite my terror, the ever-energetic vibrations from the butt plug continue to stimulate me, never giving me a chance to think clearly.

This is too much, isn't it? I can't keep this up for hours, and that's what I would need to endure in order to have a chance of winning the Gem Ladies game. I have to take the loss, and gain one new rule, choosing one which won't be too tricky to handle for the rest of the party, and then after this nightmare of an evening is over, I can return to focusing on the game.

But... On the other hand, this is my one big chance, isn't it? If I win this game, that's it, I'm done. I never have to play again, because I'll go down to zero rules. On the other hand, if I lose this one and go up to four rules, then not only do I still need to win a level 2 game, but I'll need to win a level 3 game after that. The only realistic way for me to do that is to earn a lot of Nice Points before playing again, or to get very lucky with a generous bonus round.

Both options seem bleak. Maintaining my sanity and decorum, and avoiding erection detection for another three and a half hours seems utterly impossible. On the other hand, I've proven to myself I'm capable of earning Nice Points the hard way. Maybe the sensible option is just to keep working on that angle, rather than risk losing all my pulic reputation right here, right now.

Oh fuck, here comes another orgasm. It's just impossible to think clearly in this state. I need to find somewhere less public, and quick.

I stumble out of the living room, past Shawn and Joshua and Megan (was she eavesdropping on them too?!), through the kitchen, out into the garden, past the party-goers on the lawn, and to the tree at the back. I step around to the other side of the tree, where nobody can see me, and clasp my hands over my mouth as I cum hard.

Fuck, it feels so fucking good!

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the euphoria washes over me. Just for one moment, I forget my worries and allow myself the enjoyment of a full body orgasm.

After it subsides, I reach down under my all-too-short skirt to discover that I've ruined another pair of panties - they're completely drenched in girlcum.

How am I supposed to go through this every 15 minutes?! It's unthinkable. And is my pussy even capable of withstanding such intense stimulation for so long? Won't it get sore, or oversensitive, or something? Perhaps I was stupid to even consider this plan. Perhaps my asshole would have been a better choice all along.

I shudder to think about that. Butt stuff is just so gross.

No, that's it. I'm done. It's got to come out. I begin to reach under my skirt (which isn't difficult, on account of its ludicrously short length), and pull my panties down to the ground. They're too wet to wear, and probably smell too strong of sex now anyway. Then my hand goes back up my skirt, and grips the base of the vibrating plug, ready to pull it out.

And then there's a hand on my left shoulder.

"Dawn, is everything all right?"