Find a good spot and offer yourself for the guys there to gangbang you

Jake Trask's house patio area, at 4:18 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

I scan the patio area with my amber eyes, taking in the scene—Candy collapsed and cum-covered on the stones, Connor and his three companions catching their breath, and roughly twenty guys standing around with phones out and obvious erections straining against their pants. The combined pheromone effects from me, Milky, Candy and Cherry have turned this party into a powder keg of male arousal.

My Show Off compulsion makes the decision easy.

"Hey!" I call out loudly, my bronze DD-cups bouncing as I stride toward the center of the patio near an empty wooden picnic table. "Any of you guys want a real fucking show?"

Heads turn immediately. The buzz of conversation dies.

"I'm Candi," I continue, hopping up to sit on the edge of the picnic table and spreading my fishnet-clad thighs wide. My soaked leather micro-shorts cling to my pussy lips, visibly drenched. "And I need every thick cock here to breed me. Right fucking now."

The reaction is instantaneous. Guys surge forward from all directions—some I recognize from earlier encounters, others I've never seen. They form a semicircle around me, at least fifteen males ranging from college age to mid-twenties, all staring hungrily at my exposed bronze body.

"Jesus Christ," breathes a muscular Latino guy at the front, maybe twenty-two, with a shaved head and tribal tattoos running down both arms. He's already unbuckling his jeans. "You serious?"

"Dead fucking serious," I purr, reaching down to pull my micro-shorts completely off and toss them aside. My pussy is fully exposed now—bronze lips swollen and glistening, visibly dripping with arousal from my Perpetual Wetness. "I want all of you. One after another. Fill me up until I'm overflowing."

"Fuck yeah," says a tall white guy with a man-bun and sleeve tattoos, maybe twenty-four. His cock is already out—easily nine inches, thick and veined. "I call first."

"No way, I've been waiting," argues a shorter Black guy with cornrows and a gym-rat build. He's stroking his eight-inch erection eagerly. "I'm going first."

"How about you all just line up and take turns?" I suggest breathily, lying back on the picnic table and hooking my fishnet-clad legs over the edge. My DD-cups settle heavily on my chest, nipples hard and pointing at the afternoon sky. "I can take however many you've got."

The Latino guy with the shaved head—clearly the boldest—steps forward first, positioning himself between my spread thighs. His cock springs free as he drops his jeans—a solid eight inches, uncut, already leaking precum.

"Name's Carlos," he says with a cocky grin, gripping my hips. "Gonna breed this tight pussy first."

"Do it," I moan desperately, my Breeder Surprise compulsion screaming for his cum. "Fuck me hard and fill me up."

Carlos lines his cockhead up with my dripping entrance, teasing my swollen lips. Behind him, I can see at least fourteen other guys stroking themselves, forming an actual line. Phones are raised everywhere, capturing every angle.

My Libido Overdrive makes it impossible to think about anything except the impending penetration. My Show Off compulsion revels in having this huge audience. My Breeder Surprise demands their cum.

Carlos pushes forward, his thick uncut cock spreading my pussy lips and sinking into my soaking channel inch by inch.