Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

It couldn’t help but make everyone in the room horny.

Yours truly included.

“Hey,” I turned and said to the guy on the opposite side of me from where Jason had been sitting, “what about your equipment? Above or below the suburban norm?”

“Got a ruler?” he leered.

“No, but my mouth is like a micrometer,” I leered back. “Want a reading?”

“You better believe it, baby,” he grinned, and then whipped it out like a flash.

Well, just a sight reading told me that his stiff prick was bigger than any eight and three-quarter inches, but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying it out. Especially when I could see around me that virtually every other woman in the room was attacking the fly of the man nearest her.

I had his hard-on in my mouth in an instant and was sucking it for all I was worth. From the corner of my eye I could see at least a dozen other mouths duplicating my action.

The guy I was sucking really wanted a mouth-fuck, and began moving his hips right away in my drunken hominess I reveled in his brutal thrusts, savoring every welt his cock-head raised along the sensitive tissues of my esophagus.

Usually I close my eyes when I’m having sex. But not this time. What was going on around me was too delicious to miss.

A glorious tableau of eager women sucking cock filled my eyes. There wasn’t a timid mouth in the bunch.

I can’t tell you how proud it made me of my sex.

We slurped and suctioned in unison, going down on our men to the balls. It seemed as though every woman in that room had a mouthful of prick and a faceful of pubic hair.

Pretty soon we’d all have bellies full of cum.

As a matter of fact, Gloria undoubtedly had already achieved that objective. Lucky girl.

I say that because the corners of her cock-engorged mouth were already spewing cream.

Jason had speared her face to the ultimate, and now she was reaping the delicious results. It only stood to reason that a goodly amount of hot spunk had graced the pit of her stomach before the excess began oozing from her lips.

While the rest of us were still milking our phallic udders for fresh milk, Gloria was already advancing to the next step. You can spell that one F-U-C-K.

Her shapely legs were spread, and Jason’s cock was out of her mouth and heading for her flexing snatch. Since she wasn’t wearing any panties her hairy curt was right out in the open for anybody to see.

There’s nothing more inspiring than a naked cunt about to be speared by a hard-on. The sight of Gloria’s good fortune encouraged me to get the mouth fucking over so I could move the dick splitting my face down to the number-one orifice.

Pistoning my lips along the throbbing shaft of the hard-on I was sucking, and grabbing the guy’s hairy balls at the same time, I quickly brought forth the explosion I craved. As the cum splashed down my throat into my hungry belly, I was already thinking ahead about how good the thick phallic girth would feel engorging my wet cunt.

Before a minute was up, I was on the table, joining my friend Gloria. Pulling up my skirt with one hand, I ripped down my panties with the other, spreading my legs so my knees practically touched my ear lobes.

I felt like a bombing target as the missile of my partner’s cock zeroed in on my gaping slit. The froth was gushing so copiously from my hot gash that the lubrication would send his spear in to the hilt on it first glorious thrust.

“Sllluuurrrpppp!” my pussy seemed to say as it was abruptly penetrated.

“Ooommmppphhh!” my fucker added as he slipped deeply within me. “Oooohhhhh!” I completed the coital trinity. Now the table was rocking as Gloria and I fucked up a storm on it. Side by side we humped, bumping and grinding, writhing and wriggling in our cock-engorged splendor. Performing as a team one last time.

But we were not to hold the spotlight for long. Other women, not to be outdone by our daring, were hauling their stiff-cocked partners onto the flat surface for more facile fucking action. Within minutes there would be a sea of pricks pumping within spread, hairy cunts.

There was enough grunting and groaning going on for a blind man to mistake the banquet room for the hold of a slave ship. And, come to think of it, I guess we were slaves at that — slaves to the unparalleled joys of fucking.

I looked through the writhing bodies at Gloria to see how she was doing. Fortunately, I had a perfect view of ha cunt and could see it wasn’t leaking cum yet. Meaning, thank God, that even though she had a head start on me, I still had a chance to be the first one on the table with a sticky pussy.

“Come in me, son of a bitch!” I yelled. “Come in me or I’ll twist your fucking cock off at the root!”

Then, just as my partner was protesting that he was doing the best he could after all the drinks he’d had, his cock got him off the hook. Surging that tell-tale increment up my fuck-hole, its stony tip abruptly dissolved into a fountain of blazing goo. All of a sudden my cunt was dripping with hot cum.

Ahhhh, my pussy was the first on the table to be full of sperm, and needless to say I was busting with pride as well as with spurting cock. Everybody else could come all night long now, as far as I was concerned, and I’d still feel unique because I’d drawn first spunk.

With my own twat gushing cream, now I wished my sisters in fucking nothing but the wettest of pussies. “Make the bastards come!” I cried. “Make them fill you to the brim!”

Suddenly the room sounded like a truckload of hissing cobras had just been dropped into it. Cocks were unleashing their hot venom, engorging every snatch in sight with endless spurts of male elixir.

Before a minute had passed, the table-top was slick with spilled jizz. Then the overflow reached the proportions of a swamp and we were all virtually swimming in the gloppy ooze.

With no traction, humping couples began to slide around like they were on ice, more than one pair toppling unceremoniously to the floor. It was chaos. Wonderful chaos.

A good time was had by all.