Let the well-hung nerd have a turn!

Getting in Trouble, Saturday morning (continued)

“That, my friends,” pants Patrick. “Is male masturbation.” He wipes the remaining cum off the tip of his cock and rubs it on your leg. “Now,” he continues, “who’s next?” No one speaks. “Simon, how about you?”

The quiet nerd looks surprised. “Go on,” Patrick says. “You can do it.”

Simon does as he’s told, unzipping his shorts and pulling out his cock. It’s soft, but even so it’s longer than his hand. He starts to stroke it but nothing much is happening. Please, God, let this end, you beg. But deep inside, you know it’s going to be longer.

“Sometimes,” Patrick says, “You need more stimulation than simply looking at the naked female body. Go ahead, Simon – you may touch her.” At this, you start to thrash around, trying in vain to move away from this circle of horny men. But this only spurs the boys on. They kneel next to you, holding you all over your body. They grab your arms and legs, your shoulders and stomach, even your hair. Immobile, you can’t do anything as Simon gently brushes your breasts with his left hand while he pumps his growing (and impressive) cock with his right. In a surprisingly short amount of time, Simon cums as well, adding his semen to his guidance counselor’s on your stomach.

“Very good, Simon, very good. Now, let’s each have a turn before breakfast.”

The next half hour is the most humiliating of your life. One by one, each boy paws your breasts, plays with your pussy, runs his hands through your hair while stroking himself to satisfaction. By the time nine men have ejaculated on you, there’s semen in your hair, running down your face, all over your tits and some (thank you, Lawrence) pooled up against your pussy. Tears mingle with cum as you lie, defeated, on the muddy earth.

“All right, everyone, good lesson,” Patrick says. Then, looking you in the eye, he continues, “You should have been a good girl, Vicky. But since you showed yourself to be a disgusting little slut, that’s exactly what you’re going to be to us.” He pauses, smiles, and looks around. “Who’s hungry?” he calls happily. “Breakfast time!”

The boys walk away from you, moving toward the campfire to prepare some food. Patrick lingers behind. When it’s just the two of you, he kneels down next to you. “It’s time to eat, slut. We’re having oatmeal, but you can have your favorite food for breakfast.” He puts his hand between your legs and scoops up Lawrence’s cum. “Here, bitch. Eat up.” He places his fingers against your closed lips and smears the cum against your mouth.

“Oh, not hungry?” he says, wiping more cum from your breasts and smearing it all over your face. “Are you sure?” He continues to gather cum from every part of your body, spreading it on your eyelids, your cheeks, and especially over your mouth and lips. Your whole world becomes cum, and you can’t breathe without inhaling its odor.

“Suit yourself,” Patrick says, standing up. “We’ll continue after we eat.” He leaves to join the rest of the group, leaving you alone with your revulsion and your fear.

But not only that, you realize – and you pray with all your might that Patrick didn’t notice that semen wasn’t the only fluid coming out of your pussy. This is going to be a long weekend.