Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

The Party!

As it turns out, getting fucked nonstop for over forty-eight hours while hopped up on weed, alcohol, and adderall is exhausting. I’d already slept for most of a day afterward at the frathouse, I’d slept on the train home, and I fell asleep almost as soon as I got home in the early evening. I slept another twelve hours.

That meant I woke up at around 6am. I used the bathroom and showered. Then I headed downstairs and had breakfast.

I…didn’t really know what to do with myself. I was horny, but my pussy was still sore from the endless fuckfest the frat boys had been kind enough to give me. I got my phone from my nightstand and turned it on; I really needed to check it more often.

I had a few texts, most were from Mary and one was from Daniel. Mary was in Italy with her parents, she was having an amazing time and was due back Monday afternoon. Daniel had thanked me for visiting. He and his frat brothers were hoping I’d visit again some time. He also let me know that they’d declared me queen of the frat.

Well, if anyone earned that title, it was almost certainly me. I texted him to let him know I’d had a lot of fun and I’d keep them updated on the next time I could visit. I may have also jokingly suggested that they should make sure there was a throne befitting their new queen.

I sat around on the couch and read for a while. Katie came downstairs a little past 8am. I caught her up on almost every detail regarding the events of the weekend, except that the frat now had a forty-eight-plus hour video of me getting serviced nonstop by every fratboy.

I was going to need to get a copy of that for my own viewing pleasure. The thought of playing with myself or getting fucked while watching a video of me getting fucked sounded intensely exciting.

Evidently, learning about all the extreme fuckings I’d gotten turned Katie on. She brought me upstairs and had me watch as she sat on Matt’s face. I figured she was planning to have me blow him when she was finally done with him. Instead, she ordered me to blow him while he was busy.

I got to work and was, eventually, rewarded with a mouthful of delicious cum. Katie eventually rose off Matt’s face. She left him tied to the bed and took me back downstairs to talk.

“Okay, feel free to say ‘no’ but Matt and a bunch of his friends have rented a beach house for one last party before senior year. Would you like to come with?”

“Is this going to be an actual party or a party like when I went camping?”

“No, it’s an actual party. Guys and girls. A long weekend at the beach. Lots of drinking and hanging out.”

An actual party? With seniors? Admittedly, they all went to the high school in the next district over, but it still sounded amazing.

“Any, uh, rules or policies I should know?”

Katie laughed at how dorky I was. “Just don’t fuck anyone’s boyfriend without their permission…or girlfriend.”

She paused, “Other than that, feel free to fuck anyone you want…when you’re not doing what I tell you to.”

Ah, there it is. I was still wearing the collar she’d put on me a week ago. I guess I’d be wearing it right up until school started.

Actually, that was a good question. Two good questions, really.

“Two things, real quick. You’re gonna take this collar off before school starts, right?”

“You don’t want to wear it to school? Get all the guys drooling over you?”

I gave her a look, she backpeddled. “Fine, fine. I’ll take it off before school starts. What was the second thing?”

“For the party, what do I wear?”

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I spent the rest of Tuesday and all of Wednesday relaxing. Katie and I loaded into Matt’s van early Thursday afternoon. I was wearing another of my new crop tops and skirts, again without a bra or underwear. I hadn’t packed much, just a few more of the same outfit and a swimsuit. Katie always over-packs. I helped her carry her second suitcase.

I dimly noted that the stool I’d ridden on the whole way to campgrounds was still in the van, the only difference was there wasn’t a dildo attached to it this time. Katie caught my gaze. “I had Matt install that stool a little while after he and I started dating. I used to make him sit on it the same way we had you set up, and then drive on really rough roads.”

Oh, well, that explained that. I imagined Matt sitting on the stool, impaled on a dildo with his legs tied to the stool, his arms handcuffed over his head, complete with a blindfold and a ballgag. I started getting horny, well hornier.

Katie saw the look on my face. “I’m not sharing. Feel free to play with yourself, but you’ll have to find a dick that doesn't belong to Matt.”

I glowered at her, but she’d made a fair point.

We drove for almost an hour before we arrived at the beach house. Katie and Matt had their own room, Matt carried his single suitcase and one of Katie’s upstairs. I carried Katie’s other suitcase with my backpack slung on my back. That was the one problem with getting invited at the last minute, there wasn’t a bedroom for me to claim.

The beach house was massive. It had four floors, if you included the basement. The top two floors were all bedrooms and bathrooms. The ground floor was the usual, kitchen, living room, dining room, laundry room; it was only level with the ground at the front of the house. The basement was level with the beach, it’d been fully finished but with an open floor plan. It was essentially a massive game room with doors that opened to a patio on the beach.

More than forty people showed up. I noticed a lot of people had brought sleeping bags, something I hadn’t thought to do. There were quite a few couples; I recognized four of the guys with girls, they’d joined Matt on the camping trip the month prior. I’d fucked them all of them, and a few of their friends. Oops. I made a mental note to avoid them and their girlfriends.

I didn’t really know anyone who I hadn’t fucked and I didn’t know what to do. After half an hour or so, I went up to Katie’s room. I mean, Katie and Matt’s room. Oh, who am I kidding? We all knew who wore the pants in that relationship.

I went up to Katie’s room. I opened the door just in time to get an eyeful. Katie was pegging Matt. She had him facing the door.

“Good timing, shut the door. Then lie under Matt face up and take his dick in your mouth.”

I obeyed. I laid down on the floor and pushed myself towards Matt. His dick entered my mouth. Katie resumed pegging him and his dick moved in and out of my throat in time with her pounding. I rubbed my clit furiously.

I reached the precipice of an orgasm and Matt was still fucking my face. Or, more accurately, Katie was fucking my face by proxy. I wanted to cum at the same time as Matt, so I let myself cool off for a bit, then got myself close again. Rinse and repeat.

Finally, Matt started grunting and Katie slammed into him, forcing his dick as deep in my throat as it’d go. I felt cum erupt from his dick and pour down my throat. At the same time, I brought myself over the edge and finally came, screaming into Matt’s dick.

Katie kept Matt’s dick pressed into my throat. It wasn’t too long before all the air in my lungs was used up and I passed out, still cumming.

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