The Homecumming Queen

"Hope you boys are hungry 'cause I've got some sweet treats for you!"

"Oh shit Ms. Lawrence! Didn't know you were gonna bring the girls out for us!"

"And all that cake too!"

As you made your way around the table, handing out cupcakes, it was painfully, and deliciously, obvious that every guy's eyes were glued to your newly revealed cleavage, and you noticed several of them put their hands into their laps to readjust themselves at the welcoming view you were giving them! Giggling, and biting your lip, you innocently set the tray holding the remaining cupcakes down on the table and plopped into an empty seat next to Devon, who was clearly the one winning at cards, and started chit chatting with him about how big a stack of cash he had in front of him.

"Wow Devon, what's your secret? Just getting lucky tonight, or are you always on top?"

You leaned into his left arm, pressing your chest into his bicep as you tried to see his cards.

"Shit, I'm always on top, but I think I'm gonna get lucky tonight too Ms. Lawrence! If you play _your _cards right anyway."

He playfully put his left hand on your thigh and hid his cards from you.

"If you want to help me play I'm gonna need you squeeze in with me. Can't have Terry spottin' my cards with you all over me and him looking on all jealous."

Laughing, you look up to see Terry walking back in from using the bathroom to take his spot at the table; making your decision to move over into Devon's lap an easy one as you were in Terry's chair. Standing and pulling the chair out for Terry to sit down, you passed him a cupcake then stepped between Devon's strong legs, letting your butt graze his arm, then his chest and stomach as you sat down on him. As soon as you were snuggled into his lap, you could feel him getting excited and tensing up at your touch.

"Oh, don't get all serious on my account Devon. Let's play!"

The next few rounds went okay for Devon, as he let you hold his cards and place his bets, but his overwhelming lead was starting to get slim since he was mainly distracted by feeling around on your body with his now free hands; rubbing up and down your thighs, pulling you slightly back and forth on his bulge, and sliding up your stomach to your tits when you leaned back to show him cards before each bet.

"Okay, do you think you boys would mind me playing a few hands? I don't have any cash on me, but I'm sure we can think of some way to deal me in..."

They jumped at the chance to let you join their game, and happily agreed that you could play your hand for fun without any antes, but if you wanted to stay in for the final flop you would have to come up with something a bit more... desirable... than money. You suggested to just move laps for the winners, but after a few hands they were hungry for more, and so were you! Raising the stakes, you listed off what "bits" you were willing to put up, based on how big the pot may get. For $50, your hands or feet; $75, you were willing to bet your lips and tongue; $100, your chest; for $150, they could eat as much of you as they wanted! And finally, for $200, $250, and $300 respectively, they could have your throat, pussy, or ass!

"And if you boys could get $1000 in the middle I'll let the winner stay over for the whole weekend! But, I don't think you lot have that much on you... Do ya?"

The bets started getting higher immediately, with half the group busting out within a few hands just trying to get a piece! You won two pots, stuffing $260 into your cleavage, but lost out on a $58 prize to Xavier, who chose your hands. He would be a fun one to play with, as he was one of the few uncircumcised Super Seniors and had a big pair of balls to give you a good load even though you had already taken one from him earlier in the evening. Danny also won $120 from you, and he declared that he was dying for a taste of your cake; it surprised you that he was an ass man since he was one of the only white Super Seniors along with Chris, but he clearly spoke for most of the room when they heartily congratulated him on his choice. Miles won your tongue on a risky river bet; and for $80 he wanted you to lick him from his head to his toes! And finally, with last hand of the night Devon won his chance to fuck you, going all in to push the pot to $280; busting you and the rest of the guys out with a Full House, Queens and Kings.

Standing up, you walked over to Danny and guided his hands to your hips, letting him get handfuls of your ass while you directed the other lucky winners.

"After Danny's time is up, I think I want Miles then Xavier and Devon; you boys decide how you'd like to prepare, if you'd rather wait until sometime next week I could definitely give you more attention, but tonight we have to be quick. How much time is left in that movie they're watching? I need to be cleaned up way before sending everyone home... and I can't do that if you aren't ready to play ball when it's your turn, okay? Everyone else, keep an eye out, but if you want to enjoy the view just make sure you don't get anything on the carpet!"

Articulating your thoughts while Danny put his hands and face all over your ass was distracting, to say the least, but got you feeling like a queen with how excited he was to be there, even before he yanked your leggings down to pop your cheeks out, to the cheers of every guy in the room! Your bodysuit left plenty to see, and Danny immediately took to planting kisses and love bites across every square inch of your ass, tickling you every time his lips lingered. He grabbed your hips and thrust his face fully between you crack to lick vigorously through the thin piece of fabric covering the lower edges of your vagina all the way to your lower back, and after a few passes you had to support yourself on the table and spread your legs to let him pop the buttons on it and get at his true prize. His tongue lavished your holes with attention and aggressive desire. Your ass had been the deal, but your clit got more than it's share of Danny's lust! Quivering within a minute, you had to hike your leg up on the table to give him more access and he immediately took the opportunity to suck your clit from underneath. Your eyelids fluttered, and lost in pleasure you didn't see Miles maneuvering to get in front of you on the table, clearly intending to receive his "payout" sooner rather than later.

"Yo Ms. Lawrence, get your tongue out... I'm close!"

Miles was rapidly stroking his big, floppy dick about a foot away from you, his muscular thighs on display as he had slid up onto the table in a Captain Morgan-like pose. His black cock was always fun to play with, but had a tendency to never really get that hard during his visits with you. In this position, you had only promised him your tongue, not a blowjob, but it still made sense that he'd want to use it has his target to finish on too. Leaning in as much as you could without pulling away from Danny, you flicked your tongue across Miles' leaking tip. His pre-cum was wisp thin, but still noticeable on your taste buds. His reaction was exactly what you thought it would be, biting his lip and rolling his head back, grunting as you went from flicking the tip of your tongue quickly to holding it out flat for him to push his cock head up against. The ding of the timer you set for Danny came at the edge of your orgasm, but his tongue and adept lips were quickly replaced by Devon's massive hands, one cupping your entire crotch, and the other rotating you around to lay on your back. You saw the fire in his eyes for just a moment as Miles seized the opportunity to drop his balls onto your face as he slid his dick into your throat, which had just been trying to warn Devon to take it easy... A muffled, "Gluk!" is all you managed, and Devon's slab of meat pushed into you like a fist into butter, sending tremors through your legs until he pulled them around his waist and let you lock him in. He wasn't as long as some of the other guys, but he had the girth to make up for it! His movements were agonizingly slow, yet terrifyingly intense. You were being stuffed at both ends, and had clearly lost control of the situation, but your body was responding to finally feeling more than fingers and tongues after a day full of palpable anticipation...

Miles luckily didn't have much stamina as you were not in a very comfortable to have your face stuffed full of cock. Every time his floppy member dipped into and out of your mouth you were able to glimpse that every guy in the room had dropped any pretense of not getting in on the action and were lustily stroking their cocks. The soft "plaps" of his balls on your forehead were in striking, humorous contradiction to the sloppy, guttural noises that came from your throat accepting his length. As pleasure sent your body into convulsions due to Devon's slow, heavy thrusts, Miles pulled out to shoot jets of cum into your heaving cleavage. You knew that the reprieve would be momentary, and with him out of the way, Devon also pulled out and let loose a torrent of ejaculate across the entirety of your torso. With no time to rest in orgasmic bliss, he helped you down from the table to kneel on the floor as his teammates closed in, firing off their own manually generated loads across your chest, tongue, and face. Their onslaught was so visceral that your hand reflexively followed suit and attacked your clit. By the time all eight pent-up boys had turned you into a frosted cupcake, you had furiously rubbed out anther orgasm, unknowingly staining the floor with the fruits of your labor.

"My God... I'm so fucking... wet. This is EXACTLY the kind of mess that didn't want to have to clean up! I can't even see, you jerks! So much cum, just everywhere... Ugh! How am I going to get upstairs without everyone seeing me? And my money! It's got jizz all over it..."

"Shit, don't freak out Ms. Lawrence, you look fucking fantastic! Like a freshly glazed donut... or a sexy cinnamon roll."

"Or like the prom queen last year! Bailey must have had the whole team on her!"

"Dude, she looks just like her! God, I forgot about that... and Eric kept dating her after that? Man, she's gotta be letting him cum on her face like every night to make up for that one..."

"Don't I get like a sash or a tiara or something if you boys want to call me a queen? Because I think you all owe me after all this..."

You were sticky all over, and hearing more than one guy taking pictures and reminiscing made you incredibly nervous, but also surprisingly excited. Rivulets of cum ran down from your face and neck to pool between your breasts, and a few strands clung stubbornly to your ears and hair. After making sure to get one picture of you making a heart sign with your hands and a kissy face at the camera, Terry was happy to hand you his underwear to wipe your face with, which would have humiliated you in different circumstances, but getting cemented to the floor with semen didn't sound like a better option, so wipe your eyes and face dry with a pair of worn boxer-briefs you did. He didn't want them back, so after getting your leggings back on you stuffed them into your waistband. Xavier gave up his shirt as well to help you hide the cum streaked across your top, and you had just enough coverage to feel safe to sneak upstairs to your room and into the shower, stashing your cum stained clothing under the sink to avoid getting anything on your normal clothes... You had no idea how you escaped without alerting everyone just a room away, but it was the most excited you had been in a very long time. It had all been so dirty; so unrestrained and in the moment; emotions and the day's excitement all let out with you as their muse and target. In bed, thoughts of how to "get back" at the team for using you as their "Homecumming Queen" kept you up for hours, and after making yourself cum a few more times, you were finally able to drift off to sleep...