Learning a lesson : Part 2 - Paying the price

The last two inches stuck out and the pre cum was beginning to run down and was soaking the bow. Shame washed over me as I stood in front of my best friend, naked, and in purple panties. I was looking down at myself, still confused somehow as to what had happened to bring me to this point.

My mind snapped out of my daze as the flash from his camera phone went off. He had just taken a picture of me standing in woman’s panties with my wet cock protruding from the top.
He shook his fat cock at my face, and told me to “come suck my cock bitch boy.”

I bent down onto my knees and reached for his thick cock. The girth surprised me. I couldn’t close my fingers around the shaft, the bulbous head was swollen and red, and fresh juices were slowly leaking from the top. He was full on hard from the control he had just gained over me. He was enjoying dominating me, so much that I didn’t know how far this would go. He grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock. My mouth opened and I tried to make it wide enough. My tongue instinctively ran over his leaking piss slit. The salty liquid was sweeter than Mr. M’s but still stringy and thick.

I savoured the taste as the meat rod was pushed deeper in my gullet. I could feel his head going back at the wet embrace of my mouth on his hard cock. Just then the cock was too big for the opening, and my teeth began to glide on the shaft. A hand flew from my right side knocking me off his cock, and onto his bare leg. I looked up and he told me “cover your teeth with your lips, or I will knock them out whore.”

“Yes sir.” Was all I could manage. I couldn’t adjust that my best friend was using me like a paid slut. Beating me and humiliating me. What I couldn’t believe even more was that; I liked it. Mr. M had awoken something in me. I was looking at men like I never had, I was hard as rock when being ordered around. I was having day dreams of being men’s pleasure tool, and I longed for the taste of cum on my tongue.

Chris grabbed a fist full of my hair, and brought me back to his cock. I covered my teeth with my lips like he had told me, like I had seen Jess do before for me. He held my head over his cock, he pushed it straight up. My eyes flicked to the small pool of pre cum that had settled in his treasure trail. My tongue wet my lips, knowing I wanted to suck it off and then devour the source. I pulled my head forward to suck his awaiting member, but he held my head firm.

“Does the little slut want his bone?”
“Yes sir” I said
“Beg me for it then Whore.”

“Please sir, let me suck your dick for you, I will make it feel good. You can fill my mouth; I will take whatever you give me sir, and please just let me suck your cock sir.”
“Tell me how you long for it slut.”
“I want your sticky juices sir, I want all of your cum. I want to taste it. I want to lick it off your belly and then suck it from your balls sir.”

He spread his legs and pulled me closer, my sides rubbing his inner thighs as he brought me to just under his belly button. He held my head just above where the sticky pool was. His hard member was pressing into my neck. I stuck my tongue out, and was just able to lick some of the hair that was covered with the thick cream. He held my head; I tried to lick more, getting only little tastes. I felt his hard cock flex at my neck as he watched me struggle to lap up his man juices.

He then let my head go and told me to clean up my mess. I began licking and sucking at the pool. I cleaned until all the pre cum was in me, and just a wet spot on his belly remained. I thanked him. He pushed me back until I was faced with his cock. I didn’t hesitate I swallowed as much as I could without choking. My teeth covered. He began moaning his approval, he put his hands on the back of my head began shoving his thick cock deeper. I started to cough and gag at the intrusion but he didn’t stop. He was thrusting into my mouth as I was bobbing on it. The cock head was hitting the back of my throat, opening my jaw farther than I thought possible.

The creamy liquid was coating my mouth in its glorious taste with increased frequency. He was getting faster as he thrusted and I could tell he was going to shoot his load in me very soon. Just the he grabbed the same fist full of hair and pull me off his dripping member. He stood up and pulled me by my hair as he walked upstairs. The panties were riding hard up my ass crack and pulling against my cock which hurt it was pushing against the panties so hard. The fronts of the purple panties were soaked with my own boy cream. He pulled me up the stairs and through the living room and out into his back yard.

I looked around for anyone that might be there, but I didn’t see anyone. There was the open alley way behind his house but it was getting on 9 O’clock and it was getting dark out. He grabbed a lawn chair and set it next to the table. He told me to get under the table; I did. He sat in the lawn chair and put his feet up on the table, one to each side. All I could see from under the table was his asshole puckered at my face, and I knew what he wanted. I could see his balls drooping down as well, like a canopy to his expectant hole.

“I always wanted to have my ass eaten but girls are too chicken shit. Guess as my little bitch whore, you’ll do it gladly.”

I looked around one last time fearful of anyone seeing me; however I was resigned to my fate. I was enjoying my humiliation as much as I would have denied it if you had asked me at any other time. My throbbing member was a clear indication that I couldn’t hide. I had yet to even touch myself and yet it felt as if the pulsing blood in my cock would erupt at any moment. I moved under the table, the space was confined but being only lawn furniture it gave little cover as to what I was doing under it. I reached his large globules and spread them with my hands. I could see his hole clearly now. It puckered as if winking at me.

I could see his balls moving, a clear sign that he was jerking himself, surely making a mess of all that pre cum. A dark desire in me wanted to clean that mess up when I was finished down here.

My tongue darted to one side of his cheek wetting the area, a sigh came from above, and it sent shivers down my spine. I licked again, longer and wider. I was teasing him, though I knew I couldn’t wait too long or he would take over. I licked the other side wetting it. I went down deep, and placed my wetted tongue at the precipice of the divide and slide it north to south, as I crossed the hole; I let my tongue go round feeling the ridges of his hole. It puckered at the touch and he moaned in pleasure. My cock twitched at the sound of his erotic moans. I continued up, my nose catching his balls, as my tongue followed the path between his muscular legs. As I reached the back end of his sac, I took it in my mouth, opening wider for one ball, I tried for the other. They were so big.

“Oh yeah suck my balls bitch.” I heard from atop, and I sucked his ball deep and hard, I swapped this one for the other and nibbled a bit with my teeth at the sac. His pace picked up as he jerked his think meat. I grabbed his balls in my hand and forced the first one in easily and then forced the second one in, and suck hard, pulling them down. Warming the hot load I hoped would land on my tongue. I moved back down leaving the balls still moist with saliva. I tongue around the hole three times, and began darting at the centre. It puckered its response the first couple of times, and then the responses came from above.

He was moaning as I darted my tongue around his hole in it, especially when I blew on the moist surface with the cool summer night’s air. His moans were getting to be too loud, I was afraid someone might hear, but my own lust at his pleasure caused me to tongue fuck his man hole deeper. His hole began to drip with my saliva, his beating was getting harder and I knew that if it went much further that he would cum, and I at best would get second hand clean up. I began moving up his crack, until again I was wetting his bull size testicles with my lapping tongue. I pushed my head up farther until I was reaching the base of his cock, where his hand was slamming down with purpose.

He wanted nothing more than to cum; I could see it in his eyes. They were rolling around in ecstasy. I push my head up my torso spreading his legs. He seemed to allow me to come up by placing one leg to the ground. I licked the head of his cock, it was overrun with pre cum and I could see it all over his moist hand as he stroked his bulging cock to the salty yet sweet release.

I gently as if asking permission placed my hand on his and slowed the strokes. He relaxed his grip and I pulled his hand free. I took it in mine and led his fingers to my mouth, and began sucking his fingers clean. I licked the spaces between each finger where the pre had settled; after each finger was wet only from my tongue I began licking his palm. He watched as I serviced him in every way I could. His cock still rock solid laid upon his belly with a curved hump in the middle. I bent down and ran my tongue from base to tip. His head went back in pleasure. His moan, ascending into the night sky; the stars were coming out now.

The moon lighting our cum stanched session of domination and testosterone. I licked the head clean sucking it gently, cleaning the drops that had pooled on his belly while I sucked his fingers. I reached my hand up and pull his cock straight up, so it was facing me. A fresh drop of sticky cream spilled out of his slit. He looked up to see what I would do next. I stared into my best friends eyes leaned forward feeling the restraint on my cock from his ex-girlfriend's purple panties, licked the drizzle as his eyes watched me, and then opened wide and swallowed as much of his monstrous meat as I could.

I bobbed up and down listening to his moans as he nearly went wild. I reached my left hand to his right nipple, and placed his balls in my right hand. I squeezed both at the same time the eruption was so powerful, yet slow somehow. The waves of hot juices that filled my mouth were sweet and sticky as he shook under the power of his pleasure. His load continued to come, wave after wave, I swallowed with joy, and the loads coating my tongue were fresh and vibrant. At last the waves slowed and stopped. I kept some of his teen cum in my mouth as I sit perched in his lap still half under the table. His other leg came down beside me.

“Stay.” Was all he said

He shook his head, stood up and walked inside. He said nothing else to me. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say anything or not. I wiped the corners of my mouth where some cum had spilt during the moment. I savoured the taste of what was left in my mouth, still lost in the haze. I backed up under the table where I was slightly hidden. Savouring his cum as I awaited his return. I swallowed it out of shock, when I heard a rustling down by the alley. Two guys were whispering to each other. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear they were standing right at the opening to Chris’s backyard.

I sat there panicked. I was sitting there exposed, and with the light from the house they could probably get a better image of me than I could of them. I sat there not sure what to do. I could see vague outlines of their figures as I sat beneath the table. My mind racing, should I run inside or stay put.

I could hear them still whispering to each other, it sounded like one was egging the other on. Then I saw one come forward. I was shaking I didn’t know what to do. When he was no more than ten feet away, I heard him ask.
“Still hungry slut?”

Still panicked I didn’t know what to say. Some random guy just walked up and wanted to feed me his cock. I was still hard from the load I had just swallowed and Chris could be back at any minute I was lost. I just sat there quietly hoping he would leave; he didn’t. He walked closer, I heard him unbutton his pants and he sat down. He had skater shoes and shorts on, but from where I was I couldn’t see his face, he pulled his pants down and his shorts and held up his hard cock. It was maybe 6 and half inches and not anywhere thick as Chris’s but just as hard.

“Nice panties slut, now suck my dick.” He grabbed my hair and stuffed my face onto his cock. He instantly started moaning as I sucked him. He forced it into the back of my throat choking me. I gagged repeatedly but he didn`t care. This guy was rough and wasn’t wasting time. His friend clearly emboldened now, came closer.

“How is she?” he asked. My eyes shot open. They thought I was a girl. Clearly in the dim light the panties and mouth full of cock had convinced them.

I didn’t know if I should say anything. Everything had happened so fast. I didn’t know who these guys were or what they would do to me, and I didn’t know if Chris was coming back anytime soon.

“She’s fucking great, man.” The guy said. His words were broken up with the thrusts he was putting into my mouth. I could tell he was close to cumming. He started slamming my throat irregularly, and shortly after I could feel his balls squeeze. He put both his hands on my head and pushed me so far down on his pulsating cock that the head pierced my throat. The pain was only comforted by the sensation of hot liquid pouring straight now my gullet. I didn’t even have to swallow; it was just running down my throat. As his last convulsion was shoved into my face, he stood up. I could hear him smack his buddy’s shoulder and he stepped forward.

I was resigned to sucking these guys off quick before things got out of hand. Maybe I could be done before Chris got back and they would be off. The other guy was shorter and had black skater shorts on and what looked like a muscle tee. I saw him lift his tee up and exposing lean abs, and a smooth torso. He undid his belt and shorts and dropped them to the ground.

“Get out here and suck it bitch.” He said. I was terrified. If I came out from under the table they would see I was a guy. The shadows under the table were the only thing hiding me.

I was trying to think of what to do when he reached and pulled my hair dragging me forward. My knees scrapped against the rough cement. It hurt, but I tried to move forward quickly. I was inches from his cock when he stopped.

“Looks like it’s a fag slut, you’re even more of a dirty bitch than we thought.” He looked down at me as I looked up at him. My knees sore and scraped from being pulled on the cement and as I saw his face he spit in mine. It landed on the bridge of my nose. I could see his mop of blonde messy hair. He had to be 16 or 17. Younger and shorter than me, but he looked like a man standing above me with his thick cock two inches from my face. He took his cock in hand and brought it onto my face. He began wiping his cock through the spit on my face and spreading it around.

“Dude, you’re going to let a fag blow you? He is in Panties for fuck sakes.” His friend said, still covered in the shadow I couldn’t see him.
“You did. So yeah I am going to use this slut’s mouth, he likes it don’t you slut?”

I just nodded. I knew the dangers of saying no. I was beginning to become accustomed to this domination and being a pleasure tool that I did long to hear a man moan from my touch. Even though they were in control I felt like I was the one who gave them what they needed.
Spit landed on my face again.
“Open your mouth slut.” My mouth dropped open before my mind had even registered all the words.

“Good girl, I am gonna call you Sally the slut.” He spat again this time in my mouth. He took hold the base of his cock and began tapping the tip of his thick stubby cock on my tongue. He rubbed the little pre that was there on my tongue and wet his head. Before I was ready he grabbed the back of my head shoved his cock full on in my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat and penetrated further on.

His pubes hit my face and the musk was like a wall of stank as they did. This kid hadn’t showered that day for sure, and his ball sweat and musk was rubbing right into my nose. He was grinding his head into my throat. I was gagging and gasping for air, and he just held himself deep in me. Just when my vision started to get blurry he pulled out and I gasped for breath. His hand came from the left and slapped my face.

“Sally don’t you ever push me off that slut mouth!” He struck me again. I let out a small cry at the unexpected strike.
“Yes sir” was all I could think to say to save myself another slap.

He grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock in again. He held it in deep and I tried not to fight him, even when the lack of air was beginning to frighten me again. He pulled back just when things were getting scary, and began thrusting with force. Battering at my throat like a castle door. His pace only picked up. His balls were slapping my chin as he drove it over and over again. My throat was becoming sore from the abuse. Just when I thought he was going to cum, I heard the door open; Chris.

Chris stood there in his shorts again with a towel around his shoulders. He looked down at me; my mouth full of teen cock. He flicked on the light and the back yard. The backyard came to life. I could see my mouths previous occupant standing where shadows had been only moments before. My mouths current resident was standing there frozen in the light.

Chris laughed. “Couldn’t wait to get more cum down that slut throat of yours huh? The two boys looked at each other my mouth still full of the blonde teens cock. My eyes were staring at Chris, wondering what he would do. Would he be mad? Would he care? The blonde began thrusting in my mouth again and watched Chris as he did. Chris watched for minute as inches slipped into me and then out. Not with a lusty interest but as if checking the form and style of the blonde punks fucking.

My eyes locked on Chris as he stood there. His wet torso in the night air, with his low hanging shorts gave a stunning view of his well-developed body; His bulging arms and solid torso, with light hair tracing down to his noticeable bulge. His wet moppy hair and his defined abs were a sight for anyone to take in. I watched as he supervised my humiliation. The blonde punk had his muscle shirt still covering his torso but it was clear he was fit.

Nothing like Chris; but lean and muscled. His friend had dark hair and was clearly of Latino decent was standing with slight shock on his face. Maybe it was at his friends balls in the figurative sense as the ones on my chin were nothing special average size and all, or maybe just at the turn of events. I undoubtedly would have felt similar if I was in his shoes, and my day had not started the way it did.

Chris slowly walked over, all eyes were on him. The boys clearly 16 maybe 17 were watching him out of fear. They weren’t sure what he might do. His wrestling in high school gave him that body, and he could take both of these boys down if he wanted; however I could tell that wasn’t going to happen.

The blonde slowed his thrusts as Chris approached him; He walked up behind the teen.

“He’s a fag slut, don’t make love to his mouth; treat it like a wet sloppy cunt, that’s what he is. A hole to be used for a real man’s pleasure. Treat him like a cock whore begging for your cum, because that’s all this bitch slut wants. Ask him he will tell you himself. If not slap it out of him.” Chris had just denounced any friendship we’d had. I could tell.

He didn’t see me as a man, as a person or a friend. I was a wet hole for pleasure. As that thought drifted over me, my cock twitched and oozed more pre cum down onto the panties I had been given. They were nearly soaked through with all my pre cum. I hadn’t notice how wet I had been making them in my feast of cocks and cum, I had derived pleasure from pleasing but I hadn’t touched myself and didn’t realize how wet I had gotten.

The blonde kid just looked down at me. A sinister smile crossed his face. “Is that true fag slut? You want a man’s cum in you?” I nodded not wanting to be hit. The blonde kid just laughed. He grabbed my head and begin to drill his thick cock in deeper. Slamming it against the sides of my throat. I could feel my throat being rubbed raw, I made noises of protest but they were muffled not only by the battering of his cock, but by his own moans as he proceeded to climax.

The pain in my throat was growing, but as I raised my watering eyes to this teen thrusting into me, maximizing his own pleasure I could see that I was being watched by both Chris and this kid’s friend. The blonde punk took his left hand and pulled his loose muscle shirt over his head so that it was behind his neck exposing his tight firm abdomen.

My eyes wandered up that torso seeing his smooth young pecs and his protruding pink nipples, as his abs flexed to jab his thick cock deeper into my oral cunt. I could see Chris rubbing his cock through his shorts. The balls slapping my chin and face were wet with dripping saliva and the mild taste of pre was coating my mouth and tongue. By his uninhibited moans, I knew his steaming load was only moments away. Though tears ran down my face and my throat burned with the repetitive thrusts the sight that I could make out, the two men watching me, the sweaty torso of the man penetrating me, the sounds of his pleasure, the feeling of restraint of the purple panties, and his hand holding my head was nearly too much.

As he pounded away my tongue begged for the salty treat I knew would pour hot and sticky over my awaiting mouth any moment. My mind tried to recall the taste it had only moments ago, but I was too drawn into the need for more. As I felt the first twitch of his cock, summoning the white cream, my whole body began to shiver and my balls squeezed hard, unloading my own seed onto my stomach and panties. The panties were so tight I couldn’t shoot. I could feel it well up out of my cock and run down onto the soaked panties as load after hot load washed over my awaiting tongue. It filled my mouth so quickly I could barely keep it in.

The blonde boy still driving his cock deep into me. Some of the load went wasted right now my throat but most got at least a quick flash across my tongue before being replaced with more. The thrusts slowed and the twitches stopped. His grip relaxed, and he withdrew from me. My mouth felt empty. I stayed there, cum running down my leg, down my chin and down my throat. I had just found a moment of ecstasy. My eyes took in the scene; to these boys I was a cum hungry slut, to me I was the happiest person in the backyard.

It didn’t last for long. Just as the rush of pleasure had come in and swept away my dignity, my shame had returned. There stood my best friend, watching me as I became a cum filled teen spunk slut to two random boys that watched me be his whore first, in panties none the less. The shame was stronger now that I had cum. I wanted to run inside cover myself in my clothes and then head home for a hot shower. I wanted to wash this feeling off me. I could tell by Chris’s face, that wasn’t going to happen tonight.