Not Just Fae!

“Well, let me flip it around for you,” you say, “What if I wanted to be the group slut? I want to know how you'd feel if I were free use for everyone.” Fae stares at you for a long moment, as if she's mentally processing what you just said.

“That'd be ... unexpected, but ... um ...” Fae seems to struggle for the words before deciding to simply tell the full and honest truth. “That'd be fucking hot, actually! But it wouldn't change anything, either, group property can't be dating!”

“Of course not,” you answer, “but if you're going to be group property, then, fuck it, I may as well be group property, too. I'd still get to fuck you, right?” Fae tilts her head and bites her lip, thinking about it for a moment, before she gives a nod.

“Yes, but you'd come last as far as I'm concerned. Literally and figuratively,” she replies, “If the bell rings while you and I are fucking, we stop and answer the bell ... and we must answer every bell. If we're property we have no right to say no.”

“Naturally,” you nod, though you've never sucked a dick before in your life, you love Fae and don't want her to feel alone, so what could be the harm? She pulls your shirt off, then slides down on her knees in front of you, stripping you totally.

Her mouth slides up to your cock, and she licks you from hilt to crown. Your cock hardens quickly in response to having Fae's mouth working on you. Her lips wrap around your crown and she slides down to your hilt, just before the bell rings.

You groan, but Fae responds by biting your cock hard. You hiss in pain, “I'll go, I'll go! Ow!”

Her teeth relax and she slides her mouth up your cock and stands, grabbing you by the hair. She pulls you to your feet one public-use slut to another, but you take it. You go with her to Tyler's room, and he turns, blinking as he sees both of you.

“What's ... ?”

“We're both gonna be group property!” Fae pronounces enthusiastically. Tyler blinks and stares at you for a moment, but then a slow grin creeps across his features.

“I knew it!” he declares proudly, “The moment you started fucking her to help her suck my dick, I fucking knew it!” Tyler is ecstatic, as he looks you over with a predatory gleam in his eye, then glances back toward Fae, with a dismissive gesture.

“You can go, slut,” Tyler commands her, before looking at you, “You, under the desk, faggot. I need my cock worshipped.” You blink and stare before Fae slaps your ass hard. You jerk into motion and quickly get on your hands and knees for him.

You crawl underneath the desk, rotating your body to kneel facing him. He scoots in abruptly, sharply, pinning you under the desk and forcing his dick against your face. You've never had a cock against your face before, but you'll learn it, now.

“Lick, fag,” Tyler orders, “I want you to worship my cock so well I can ignore you while you're down there. I will kick you every time you make me acknowledge your existence while you're under the desk ... but not this time, as it's your first.”

You turn your head, take a deep breath, and his musk fills your lungs. You extend your tongue and press it into his nuts, licking up from his hilt all the way to the crown. He tastes better than you expected a cock would taste, new as this all is.

“That's it, faggot, now kiss my crown, kiss your way down to my nuts, and suck on them for a little bit,” Tyler commands. You obediently kiss his crown, then offer a trail of kisses leading down to his balls. It does nothing for you, but who cares?

Certainly not Tyler. You don't like what he's calling you, but you don't have a say. You volunteered, and now you are just the group faggot, just like Fae's the group slut. You kiss your way down to his balls, then cup them both with your tongue.

You take them into your mouth, sucking softly, massaging them with your tongue. Tyler sighs in pleasure, above you, and then taps your balls with his foot. “That's enough. Now lick me up to the crown, and grind your tongue on my frenulum.”

You slip his nuts from your mouth and his thighs spread for you. You flex your tongue wide against his underside, and you drag your tongue up his underside, learning how to service a cock for the first time. You press the tip to his sensitive strip.

“Fuck, that's it, fag,” Tyler groans, “Now roll your tongue all the way around and grind into that same spot again as soon as your tongue gets back to it.” You oblige the command, obediently tilting your head to roll your tongue around his helm.

When your tongue reaches the frenulum once more, you grind the tip of your tongue against it, and Tyler groans. “Fuck. Fucking faggot. Good boy. Now kiss the crown and kiss your way back down again. You should see the pattern I want now.”

“Your orientation is over. Don't make me speak to you again or you're getting a kick in the nuts, faggot,” Tyler warns you. You kiss your way back down to his balls, taking them into your mouth and beginning to suck gently, servicing his jewels.

At the light tap of his foot against your balls, you let his slip from your mouth. You flatten your tongue wide against him, drawing it up his underside, worshipping his cock with your lips and tongue the way he has briefly taught you to serve.

You can hear him above you, clicking the mouse, using the keyboard. You have no clue what he's doing above you, but, whatever it is, you know one thing for certain. It's more important than you'll ever be again, as far as Tyler's concerned.