Phone fun

As time drags on you start to squirm more. Discomfort and embarrassment permeate your body, but what drives you most to distraction is the thought that they could be staring between your legs... or not.

Letting your head droop you're able to see below your body, but aside from the small dangling mounds of your breasts the only thing you see is the jean-clad legs of the guys, sitting round their small poker table.

"Damn, Judy's calling again," one of them says, pulling a cell from his pocket.

"Probably thinks you're cheating on her."

"I wish. She's the lousiest fuck I've ever had."

"Break up with her."

"What? My parents would kill me. They love her. But damn is she needy. I'm sick of my phone going off."

"Switch it to vibrate."

"Well... alright," he agrees, followed by a click as the phone is put on the table. A moment later a loud vibrating sound is heard as the phone travels on its own power across the table, much to the amusement of the boys.

"Damn, better not leave it there or you'll knock the pot over."

"Well where the hell do you suggest I put it?" the aggrieved boyfriend asks.

"I've got an idea," someone - Nathan? - says, and you see a pair of legs rotate toward you.

"Hey!" you yelp, turning on one hand as you feel the phone push against your embarrassingly moist folds.

"Two more clothes gone," Paul crows.

"What? That's not fair, no ones said anything about..."

"Three!"

"We said you had to stay on all fours in that spot. We never said we couldn't stick a phone up you."

"But..."

"Four," Paul smirks, "Want to go for five?"

With great difficulty you manage to close your mouth and turn away, fighting off the odd impulse to stand your ground and try to stare him down. The phone feels odd as it presses against you, cool at first, and stretching you in ways a cock doesn't. Being so thin and yet so wide makes for an odd fit.

"Damn, she's drenched. I didn't think this thing would go in."

"Sluts are looser than normal girls," one of them says.

"I'm..." you pause, but it's too late.

"Five!" Paul crows. "You're what? Not gonna protest being called a loose slut, huh? You're up to Twenty total now, by the way."

Twenty! Your eyes widen, and you have to tense your body so as to not turn and protest.

"Yeah, we saw you moving a little before when you though no one was looking.

Gritting your teeth you glare at the floor, trying to ignore the fullness within your twat.

A few minutes go by, and now you can definitely feel their eyes on you, burning into your shapely ass and pussy. Then...

"My God, I can practically see her ass vibrating! Judy must be calling again. That bitch doesn't let up!" Don - or maybe it was George - said.

The vibrating cell phone stuffed within you refuses to stop, vibrating long and hard within you, driving you nuts.

"Six!" Don crows and the hand you'd lifted in order to remove - or turn off - the cell phone smacks back onto the ground, leaving your hind-quarters squirming madly with each long vibration.

"Damn, I think she's gonna cum!"

"Hey guys, get your phones out. George, get hers."

"Why?"

"Just do it. She obviously loves that, so let's give her a bit more."

Groaning, you keep your clenched hands on the floor, panting as Nathan's phone suddenly stops.

"Here's hers," George says, coming back to the table.

"Okay, got her number. Don, hers up her ass. I bet she'd love something there."

"What? Wait!" you try to protest.

"Do I hear twenty-one?" Paul asks you, and reluctantly you shake your head, somehow holding yourself still as the phone is wriggled into place, albeit with some difficulty due to your larger, outdated model.

"Wait wait," George exclaims as Don returns to the game. He stumbles over to you, and pulls out your phone, making you groan. "I didn't get her number," he says, opening it, pressing a button, then closing it up before pushing it back in.

"Hey, I didn't get it either," Nathan protests, and one by one the guys come over, yanking your bulky old phone from your ass, flipping it open, then stuffing it back in again.

"Alright, now we..." Paul starts, but George interrupts.

"Damn, did anyone check that it's got the vibrate setting on?" he asks, and the boys mutter amongst themselves. George comes over, 'accidentally' shoves the phone all the way into your ass, then has to fish it out. His fingers slip multiple times, knocking the phone back in each time he pulls it halfway out.

"Stop playing," Paul says, evidently startling him as the phone plops back inside you.

"Oops. Almost there," George says, a grin practically audible. One hands rests against your nearly dripping pussy, flicking up and down it in a way that makes you moan and squirm, pushing back against his hand, only to find his hand no longer there.

"Okay, vibrate on to the highest setting."

"Good, back to the game. Whoever wins a round gets to call one of the phones," Paul says with a grin while you groan. "Only forty-five more minutes, Jenny."

"That long?" you whine, earning a laugh.

"Oh no, then we put the clothes in the dryer."