Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

I confessed that it really hit the spot before and after a good fucking. I apologized for using up so much of his weed.

He laughed and said I was absolutely worth it. I blushed and hoped he meant that, but I was still a bit unsure.

I ate breakfast and wondered when the main event would start. Everything with Daniel, and Sam, had been amazing, but there were maybe sixty dicks waiting for me.

We futzed about in his room for a bit. He was too worn out to go again. Eventually, I got up, used the bathroom, and showered.

By the time I got out, it was nearly 3pm. Party time.

Daniel confirmed everyone was in the basement, waiting for me. I sat at the kitchen table and looked at all the goodies resting on it: he’d gotten just about everything I’d asked for when we’d texted. I asked if he had an energy drink or some coffee I could have. Instead he handed me a blue gelcap.

I arched an eyebrow at him and he explained it was adderall. Apparently it was some kind of ADHD medication and a powerful stimulant; lots of college students used it to stay up late, especially when they wanted to focus. Well, why not? It sounded like exactly the kind of thing I needed.

I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with a shot of vodka then enjoyed an edible as a chaser; this one was some kind of caramel. I took another shot and chased it with another edible. Rinse and repeat for the last four shots and edibles.

“Jesus, that was a lot, you sure you’ll be okay?”

I let him know I’d had four edibles before I’d first met him and his friends. I was counting on this being even more amazing.

Everything started kicking in pretty fast. Within fifteen minutes, my heart started pounding in my chest and the world started getting fuzzy and spinny. I picked up the last of the party favors and headed towards the basement door. Daniel looked at me, confused. “You never said, what’s that for?”

I looked at him and winked while giving him a devilish smile. “Making a good first impression.”

He stared as I got everything situated and opened the basement door.

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It was pretty dark in the basement, the only decent source of light was a bulb above the top of the steps by the door.

I stepped onto the top of the stairs and felt the old, creaky wood below my bare feet. With light mostly only on me, it was hard to see anything else, but I made out a crowd occupying the floor. All the eyes were my naked body.

I smiled broadly and winked. Then I turned a bit and smacked my own ass, which got cheers from the audience.

After that, silence took the crowd as I knelt at the top of the stairs. I opened my mouth, revealing its contents and I felt the silence change from uncertainty to shock. In my mouth, hidden behind my teeth was a silicone penis head. I grabbed it as best I could and pulled until all fourteen inches of the thin, double-ended dildo was out of my mouth. I could feel the amazement in the crowd below.

I smiled again, dildo in hand, and addressed the crowd. “Well, now that I’ve got your attention.”

A chuckle rolled through everyone below me. I really was a hit with college boys, it boosted my confidence.

“So, I just wanted to thank you all for being here and helping me try to achieve my goal of being fucked senseless for two days straight.”

The guys watching me cheered, someone hooted. Literally hooted.

“Big D should have already given you guys the overview. Be as rough as you want with me but, ideally, there should be at least one dick in me at all times.”

I continued, “Now, before we get started, does anyone have any questions?”

A voice called out from the crowd “Didn’t you used to have a tail?”

Sniggering made its way through the room. “I’m glad you asked that. Last time some of you guys played with me, I did have a tail.”

I spit on dildo’s end, it was already slick from resting at the bottom of my throat, but every little bit helps. Then I leaned over and shoved the double-ended dildo halfway up my ass. “I guess I have one again this time.”

Laughter rolled from below me. I grinned and asked, “Any more questions? I bet you’re almost as eager as I am.”

One last question came from the crowd. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I said guilelessly. “My birthday was back in May.”

I walked down the steps. The world was getting fuzzier and spinny-ier. My heart was pounding with excitement…and pharmacy-grade stimulants.

As I got downstairs, I noticed two things. First, they had laid out a sizable blue tarp on the floor. Second, everyone was naked.

They stood stock still as I worked my way to the center of the room. Then I kneeled down, waiting.

Looking around, I noticed someone had set up a camera tripod. Katie wouldn’t be happy about that, but a thrill went through me as I realized I didn’t need to tell her.

An eternity or two later and a guy finally walked up to me. Finally! I took his dick in my mouth and started to suck. I felt hands lift up my hips and a dick slid into my pussy.

I got FUCKED. Capital…well, capital everything. Unless someone had just finished, I had at least two dicks in me at all times. I felt bad for all the guys waiting, I reached out to either side and started jerking off a different guy with each hand. More than once, I maxed out on five dicks; three inside me and one in each hand.

Time flew and I took load after load after load. I came and came. Minutes turned to hours but the pot made each moment feel like it lasted forever. I thought my arms and legs would give out, but they were still working at the four hour mark.

Lots of guys had gotten impatient and jerked themselves off onto me instead of waiting for their turn. Any cum that landed on, or leaked out of, me I did my best to scoop up with my hands and lick it off my fingers...whenever there wasn’t a dick in my mouth. I’d like to think I did a pretty good job, but cum still slowly built up on my body.

I was riding two guys at the same time when I felt something thin and plastic pressed to my lips. I paused my upward/downward movement and they poured more vodka into my mouth from the solo cup.

I gulped it down, barely spilling anything. A little while later, a pair of edibles were placed in my mouth. I did my best to chew on them before swallowing, but I was in a rush. I barely managed to swallow them without choking. My arms gave out just after.

We kept at it. Every few hours I’d get more vodka and edibles. My legs gave out around hour eight.

This was, unquestioningly, the most intense thing I’d ever done. The adderall made each climax take forever to build, but each one was massive. When my legs gave out, they laid a small bench under me and kept going.

At around the twelve hour mark, someone popped another adderall into my mouth. It was past 3am and I’d long since lost count of how many dicks I’d had in me or how much cum has spatter into or onto me.

By 4am, I realized most of the guys had left. I was worried I’d run out of dick, but the one in my ass just never seemed to stop. I remembered back to ten or eleven hours earlier, there’d been a guy who’d fucked me for more than half an hour before his impatient fraternity brothers sent him to the back of the line. Evidently he’d waited for another turn. This guy had epic stamina. He fucked me for more than ninety minutes before before he shot a gigantic load inside me.

Soon after, they tried to give me more vodka but I was absolutely in the zone sucking a dick. Eventually the guy trying to give me the drink lost patience and walked away, a little bit later I felt something push into my ass and I realized it was the tube to a beer bong.

He pushed it deep into my ass and then I heard a pouring sound and I felt cold liquid making its way into my bowels. (I later learned how dangerous this was, alcohol takes a while to absorb when you drink it but gets absorbed immediately by your large intestine.) The alcohol hit me all at once like a freight train. I went from tipsy to drunk to wrecked in a minute or two. I passed out cold.

I woke up hours later. I was getting fucked hard by a dick in my ass and I woke up as an orgasm flashed through me. Judging by the dick in my ass and all the cum on my face and chest, they’d never stopped fucking me but they’d left my mouth alone.

I managed to open my eyes and was rewarded with the cum getting in and making them sting. I wiped my eyes then touched my face, then my chest. Wow. That was a LOT of cum. I must have looked like the creature from the cum lagoon. I realized it was in my hair too and I did NOT look forward to having to wash my hair clean later.

I started scooping what I could into my mouth. The guys cheered when they realized I was awake and still enjoying myself. When I was somewhat cleaner, I felt a pair of hands lift me up and carry me to a corner of the room. I felt disappointed as the dick left my ass but excited for what would come next.

As it turned out, I shouldn’t have been that excited. They’d run a garden hose through one of those mini basement windows and they started spraying me clean. I yelped in surprise as the cold water hit me. Then I shrugged internally and cleaned my body as much as I could. When my eyes were clean, I watched the water flow down a drain in the floor.

The water paused and I heard the guy shout up to whoever was outside the window near the spigot to turn it off. I was fed more edibles, more vodka, and more adderall while I watched the guy with the hose unscrew the spray nozzle. Another shout, this time to put it on low, and water gently poured from the tip.

They bent me back over and I was momentarily confused until I felt something cold and wet and metallic on my asshole. There was a gentle push and the end of the hose entered my ass. Some guys cheered. I could feel water slowly fill me up. He pushed the hose a bit further up my ass and it felt like my insides were inflating…and that I really needed to use the bathroom.

After a couple minutes of this, they pulled the hose from me and made me squat directly over the drain in the floor. Someone pushed on my stomach and I took the hint and let myself empty.

I was too distracted by the entire process to notice what had happened with hose guy but, just after I’d finished, he sprayed me down all over again with freezing water.

Then they carried my wet and shivering body back to the bench and resumed fucking me. Over time I noticed more and more guys showing up. That made sense, it had to be mid-afternoon and the guys who’d been up late fucking me were probably well-rested by now. I barely settled on the bench before there were dicks in my pussy and mouth.

It was endless and amazing. There’d be long periods when I was active, riding and jerking off dicks. There’d be long periods when I just lay there taking it and my activity was limited to sucking on dicks and begging for more.

It was early Sunday morning when my brain finally gave in to the exhaustion of being away for two days straight. I didn’t pass out. Instead I just slowly faded into oblivion.

Based on how I woke up, they kept their promise and continued fucking me until the afternoon.

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I woke up on the basement floor. My face and hair were absolutely caked in cum, a lot of it was still drying. I was wrapped in the tarp that had caught all the cum dripping off my body for two days. Essentially, I was a cum and Cassandra burrito. I unwrapped myself from the tarp, which had stuck to my body in about a million places and my arms were inside the folds. There were dildos in my ass and cunt, they slid out and fell to the floor as I stood up. I felt more cum start leaking out of me and down my legs.

I shambled forward until I found a wall, then circled left until I found the hose from the day before. I was annoyed at myself, if I’d gone right I’d have found the hose immediately instead of walking almost the entire perimeter of the basement. I gritted my teeth and sprayed myself with cold water and washed myself clean.

It took forever, mostly to get all the cum out of my hair. I was shivering almost uncontrollably by the time I was done.

I made my way upstairs uneasily and into the kitchen. I was greeted by cheers.

They noticed my lips were blue and I was shivering. Someone wrapped a blanket around me and I sat at the kitchen table. I’d had so much cum I wasn’t hungry, but I figured I should have real food in me. They made me a sandwich and I ate it slowly. I could feel myself fading. I used the restroom on the ground floor, availed myself of the shower, and slumped onto the living room couch.

I saw Daniel walk by and got him to promise to wake me up in time for me to catch my train Monday afternoon. I was asleep moments later.

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They woke me up around noon the next day. I got up reluctantly, I was still tired and my brain thought the idea of leaving the house of dicks and alcohol was a bad idea. Daniel led me up to his room and I got dressed. My black skirt was stained with cum.

I went back downstairs. The residents of the frathouse noticed I wasn’t wearing underwear.

My pussy was sore and a bit worn out. They fucked my ass and mouth two hours. There were still a few guys left when it was time for me to leave.

They joined me and Daniel in the van and resumed plowing my ass and mouth but there just wasn’t enough time to take all their loads. With five minutes left in the drive, I told the remaining six guys to get themselves close while they waited.

We parked. One guy was still fucking my ass but we didn’t have long before I had to get to the train. I came as he shot his cum into me. Then, one by one, the guys unloaded into my mouth, I swallowed everything I could as someone pushed the butt plug back into my ass.

I slept on the train home and the conductor woke me up in time for my stop.

Matt picked me up and drove me home, I sucked his dick the entire drive.

I got in and shuffled up to my room. I stripped out of my cum-spattered outfit and shoes before falling into bed. I fell asleep smiling.

To Be Continued....