The Afterparty: Bully Edition - Chapter 26-30 (Patreon)

These chapters were originally published over on CHYOA, focusing on the Anti-Hero Protagonist of Tom as a variation of the Afterparty.

Chapter 26

"Tom, you're the high card," Matt said, looking down at what he'd dealt. I glanced over Sarah's shoulder and saw he'd dealt me a King, while he and Miranda had a pair of fives at the low end.

"OK, hold on," I said, and forced Sarah to stop trying to kiss me for a second. "Alright. Miranda, Matt just popped so why don't you go and get him hard again? You can use your hand or your mouth."

Miranda raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh," she said, mildly surprised. "Alright." Apparently she thought I was into her or something. Well, to be fair, I was definitely into her in that I wanted to fuck her like crazy, but she was used to dealing with betas who were chasing after her. Sure, if I had my way I'd be the one balls deep in her skater girl muff before anyone else tonight. And her ass, since she hadn't exactly been non-receptive earlier. But was I going to get jealous and possessive over a blowjob or handy, especially when it would piss off John some more?

No, not a shot.

Sarah went back to kissing me, and I continued massaging her ass, as Miranda leaned over and started fisting Matt's dick. She had taken Sarah's seat, so she was sitting right next to him, and it didn't take more than thirty seconds of fondling for him to be back up to full attention.

"All done," Miranda said.

I could only imagine the pain in John's heart and the confusion in his head, and it made me chuckle into my kiss with Sarah.

"Guess I'll deal again," Matt muttered, now rocking a fresh hardon.

Chapter 27

"It's you again, Tom," Matt said. "And you got John."

"Huh," I said, and this time I forcefully shifted Sarah so that she couldn't keep trying to make out with me. I sat her on my lap like the other girls had been, and she stayed there with a cheshire grin on her face.

"Well, I guess one good turn deserves another," I said. John looked up hopefully, glancing across the couch circle at Miranda then back to me. "John, I'll give you a choice. I dare you to either come over here and slide your dick into Sarah here, one pump, or instead you can do that to Nicole."

"What, hey!?" Nicole said, looking flustered.

I could see the gears working in John's head. The escalation of their revenge and one-uppance had pitted Matt and John against each other perfectly, even better than I would have hoped really. And Matt had just gotten jerked back to hard by Miranda after getting an encounter with his own crush, while John hadn't had an interaction with Miranda since near the start of the game.

Plus, the idiot still had no idea that Nicole was sitting there, practically dripping wet for him. He was so in the friend zone by his own design it was almost comical. _No, fuck that. It _is comical.

"I choose Sarah," John said, his decision made in a moment.

Nicole looked hurt, but quickly changed that to looking relieved.

"Damn, this is happening?" Miranda asked, her eyes wide.

John stepped forward, and I shifted Sarah around so that she was in a similar position as Miranda had been during the group jerk off dare, except my cock was behind her leg instead of in front of it. I didn't need virgin John bumping his cock on mine cause he couldn't control himself. Sarah grinned and motioned for John to step forward between our legs. "Come on over, Johnny," she said. She spread her cunt lips with one hand, biting her lip invitingly as she revealed her inner hole in a lewd display. The thing was, her other hand slipped down and grabbed the base of my cock like she needed some support.

"This is happening," John said, trying to stoke up his own courage. "This is happening."

Poor kid, losing his virginity to one pump, I smirked.

John squatted a bit, and Sarah guided him in. He slowly entered, Sarah moaning and crooning, and he reached his full depth in her. He opened his eyes and looked down at Sarah, and I knew he could see me smirking in his peripheral vision. Oh, and my cock, almost twice the size of his, was standing in his peripheral too, being held by the girl he was inside.

Sorry, not sorry, I laughed in my head.

He pulled out as slowly as he entered, letting out a pathetic little breath, until just the head of his dick was inside Sarah. He immediately started to push in again but Sarah lifted a leg and put her bare foot on his chest. "Sorry, big boy," she said. "The dare was just one pump. One opportunity. Maybe you and I can go more on another dare."

"Fuuck," he sighed out, stepping back from Sarah, his cock throbbing.

"Were you about to come?" I chuckled.

"N-no," John said. "Of course not. She just felt... good."

"Sure, bud. Sure," I laughed.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't and went and sat down.

Sarah, no longer trying to make out with me since she wasn't sitting the right way anymore, leaned forward and took back shuffling responsibility. Doing this from my lap presented her ass to me, so I gave it a swat that made her let out an 'eep!' and she glared back over her shoulder playfully and stuck out her tongue.

Chapter 28

"Your turn again, Matty," Sarah said. She'd dealt him a King, but this time he didn't have Sarah as his low card. He didn't even have Miranda as a way to take out his revenge on John. I could see it on his face, he wanted it. He'd just watched his best friend slip a dick inside the girl he was crushing on

No, instead he had me and my little Two as his tool for revenge.

"Tom," he said, looking over at me. I knew his first goal would be separating me from Sarah. Where he'd go with it I wasn't sure, since the two nerds let me down so often in the cajones department. "Actually, Sarah, is that a closet?" he asked, pointing to a door out in the hallway.

"It is," Sarah said.

"Tom," Matt said. "I dare you to take Miranda into that closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven."

I had to raise my eyebrows at that one. It was well played on his part - he was getting revenge on John, but had deniability cause he wasn't telling us to do anything specific. Whatever we did, we did.

"Done," I said. "Nice one." Sarah stood up to let me get up from the chair.

Miranda hesitated a second, looking out at the closet door, then to me. Finally she stood, nodding. "OK," she said.

"This is really happening?" asked John, mirroring what Miranda had said just last round.

"It's just Seven Minutes in Heaven," Miranda said dismissively. "I think I might have played that when I was like thirteen."

Yeah, cause we'll just be kissing, I almost laughed out loud.

I got to the closet first and opened it. It was deeper than I worried it might be, and inside there were some coats on a hanging rack that I moved aside, and a bunch of shoes and boots that I kicked around to make room. I turned and gestured for Miranda to step in. She did, giving me a look and biting her lip before glancing down at the Hog standing straight between us. Before I followed her, I looked back into the living room and smirked. John was watching with his fists clenched, and Nicole was talking to him like she was trying to distract him.

I'd barely shut the door and Miranda was pressed against me, there being little room between the coats. I grabbed her by her bare ass with one hand, pulling her pelvis to mine as I firmly wrapped my fingers around her muscled ass cheek. My other hand grabbed her by the back of her head and crushed her into my kiss. She whimpered, putting her hands on my chest like she wanted me to slow down, but also wrapping her leg around mine. With our lips firmly locked, I put my other hand onto her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck, squeezing her body to mine.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I said into the darkness. There was just a thin sliver of light coming from under the closed door, barely enough to make out the shape of limbs.

"I know," she said. "God, I know. But we don't have a condom?"

I snorted. "So?"

She hesitated, and I massaged her ass and kissed her again.

"One question," I asked. "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, something I felt more than saw. "No. Just one guy though, last summer."

I reached under her and lifted her up with the other hand so I could position my cock. I found her wet, furry slit and nudged my cock head against her hole. The feeling tickled. She tensed in my arms.

"If I asked you to stop now, would you?" she asked me, on the verge of my cock inside her.

I snorted. "If you said no right now, you wouldn't mean it."

She was silent for a long moment. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this," she said, then forced herself down on my cock. "Fuuuuck," she groaned.

I didn't give her time to adjust - we were probably already two minutes into our time if someone had remembered to count. I took her ass in both of my hands and began pumping her up and down on my cock. Now Miranda wasn't exactly some petite little spinner of a girl - she was average height, and had a moderately athletic body. But I was an athlete, built like a prince, blessed with genetics that Hercules would be jealous of.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck, that's thick. That thick dick, ugh."

I fucked up into her, and she grunted. I fucked up into her, getting most of my dick into her tight, warm cunt, and she grunted again and planted her mouth over my shoulder, biting down.

"Fucking hell," I grunted, and slapped her ass hard enough they probably heard it outside.

She quivered when I did it and sucked in a breath.

I smirked, and then gave her two fast and hard thrusts, and slapped her ass again.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"You like that, Miranda? You like knowing I'm in charge?" I asked her. "The next time I'm inside you, I'm going to cum inside this cunt. Doesn't matter who's watching, this pussy is mine tonight, you got that?"

"Fuck, fuck," she grunted. "You're stretching me out, god you're thick."

I reached up and wrapped a hand around Miranda's throat to get her attention. "Did you hear me Miranda?"

She didn't answer. I pressed her forward against the door and started really fucking her. The door started bouncing and banging, but Miranda didn't care. I squeezed my hand on her throat and she pressed forward and kissed me, and then bit my lip like Sarah did. Taught by the master. I laughed.

With an unknown amount of time left, I wanted to leave an impression, so after hitting her with a particularly deep stroke and going deep enough for her to tense up, I pulled out of her entirely and forced her to her knees. She knew what I wanted and grabbed the Hog with one hand, then two. "God, so big," she said, and took the head in her mouth.

"Much more fun to play with than the others," I said.

She nodded, and sucked.

"I'm going to fuck your face sometime, Miranda," I said as she sucked and slobbered. "I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours looking up at me as they water, and I stretch the back of your throat. You are fucking amazing. I can't wait to taste you again either. That muff of your is sexy, and I don't usually like it like that. You're a special one."

She was sucking harder and harder, running the head of my cock on the inside of her cheek.

"Then, after I've fucked your face, and I've dumped a load in your pussy," I said. "I'm going to take that tight, toned ass of yours, too."

She moaned on my cock, and the door burst open.

"Time's up!" John said, standing in the doorway like he was trying to be the disapproving parent.

Miranda let go of my cock and sat back on her ass. "Oh, fuck," she panted. She was knuckle deep in her pussy with one hand, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Fuck, fuuuck, so close."

I reached down and slapped her lightly on the face, which surprised her and had her hazel eyes pop open, then I slapped the inside of her thigh, right next to the three fingers she was jamming into her cunt. She crinkled up her nose in an exaggerated grimace and pumped her fingers in her pussy a few more times and then released a huge shudder once, twice, three times. Finally her muscles relaxed, and she panted.

"She did that one to herself," I said, looking past John to the others. "I don't think we broke any rules going over time though."

John bent to try and help Miranda up, but she took my proffered hand first since she was practically wrapped around my leg. As she stood, I grabbed her ass again and she sighed.

"Did you really mean... all of that?" she asked me. "I don't know..."

I started walking back to the living room, John sulking behind me. "If I have anything to say about it, absolutely."

Chapter 29

Miranda had sat back down next to Matt on the couch sitting with her ass back and leaning forward, but with her legs slightly parted. John was sitting across from her, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her cheek where I'd slapped her was flushed red but didn't have a hand print or anything - I wasn't a monster, a girl had to really tell me she liked that for me to hit her that hard. John looked equally red though.

When Sarah flipped over the cards, John immediately shot up. "Come on, Miranda," he said. "Let's go talk."

Miranda nodded and got up, as she passed by me she patted my shoulder.

I guess the 'sit in Tom's lap' dare had gotten old, because Sarah had grabbed a seat on the same couch as John and Nicole. Now Sarah rolled her eyes and leaned back, stretching her luscious little body from fingertips to toes, projecting her tits out high. "Aaaah, yeah," she groaned, then sat up. "I wonder what those two are going to cook up?"

"Something perverted," Nicole said.

"I think that's the point, isn't it?" I asked.

Then Miranda's voice carried from the hallway. "...none of your business, John. Just let it... I don't need you to be..."

All of us in the room got quiet, trying to listen in, but Miranda had lowered her voice again. Nicole was glaring out at the hallway, while Sarah and Matt had kind of 'I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that' looks. I just snorted and shook my head. I'd called it all night - John was a fucking Simp.

"So, Nicole," I said, already fucking bored of waiting for John to get his panties unbunched. "You ready to come take your seat back?" I asked, patting my lap.

"Fuck off, Tom," she said, sighing like she was tired of me, but I saw her looking at the Hog again.

"Hey, I'm just saying. Matt and John have both gotten off already, and I just thought I should give you fair warning - when I cum, it's a bit more of an event."

"You're fucking gross, Tom," Nicole said.

Sarah giggled from her seat down the couch from Nicole. "To be fair, he's not wrong," she said. Then she made splatter motions with her hands around her face and mouthed 'Everywhere.'

"How about we don't talk about ejaculations," Matt said.

"Why, you uncomfortable, Matt?" I asked.

"Yeah, talking about other guys cum is weird!" he said.

"What the fuck is this conversation?" Miranda asked, walking back into the room followed by John. The guy had his jaw clenched, and he had this look like a determined five year old on a mission.

"Just talking about how Tom cums a lot," Sarah said.

"Whatever," John said. "Sarah, Miranda and I decided your dare is to send everyone here your raunchiest, dirtiest photo of yourself that's on your phone."

Sarah shrugged. "OK," she said, and leaned to grab her phone from a side table.

"Wait, really?" John asked. "Just like that?"

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, just like that. John, I'm sitting her buck ass naked waiting with a soaked pussy for someone to have the balls to dare me to take their dick. And you could have asked for a dirty pic from me any day of the week and I'd have sent it to you, and all it would have cost you was twenty minutes eating my ass."

"For real?" Matt asked. Apparently despite everything that had happened tonight, he still hadn't understood that the rumours about Sarah were under reported if anything.

"Yeah, sure," Sarah shrugged. She'd opened up her phone and was scanning through her photos, swiping quickly. "OK, here it is. Aaand, there it goes."

Every other phone in the room bingled as they received texts. I reached down and fished mine out of my pants, opening it up. "Oh, nice," I said. "That was a good time."

The photo was of Sarah bent over and kneeling on a bench in the guy's locker room for the field at school. She was the one taking the photo, her hand outstretched like she was taking a selfie on vacation, but she had a dick in her mouth, and someone else was clearly railing her from behind, his hands grabbing her ass tight. Sarah had a load of cum on her face already as she smiled around the cock in her mouth. In the background, her head positioned face-up underneath Sarah's tits so she could suck them, Heather Moonshadow was getting fucked as well. You couldn't see much of Heather except for the top of her head, and her bare legs further back, but you could definitely tell it was me fucking the Native American girl.

"Yeah, that was a good one," Sarah said. "Four guys for two girls is definitely the right ratio, in my opinion."

Matt looked stricken. John looked shook. Miranda was just shaking her head, already setting her phone aside. She likely already knew at least some of the details, or at least that Sarah did stuff like that, since they were friends.

Since I had my phone out anyways, I snapped a couple of pictures of Miranda sitting bottomless, her hair tousled from our quickie in the closet.. I had more than enough already of Sarah.

"OK, that was easy," Sarah said. "If you want to embarrass me you're going to have to try a lot harder, Johnny." She stuck out her tongue good naturedly, then started shuffling the cards again.

Chapter 30

"Oh, goody," Sarah smirked, tossing her King into the center of the coffee table.

"Uh oh," I laughed, revealing my Ace of clubs, and automatic loss.

"Hmmm, let me think what you should do with the fat cock, Tom," Sarah said, standing up and pacing around the room, her ass and tits giving us all a bit of a show.

"I thought you want dick so bad," Nicole said. "Why not just get some now?"

"Because, Nicole," Sarah said, stopping behind her at the couch. "That's just not as fun. And I'm in agreement with John, actually. It feels kinda meh to dare someone to do something to yourself." Sarah then got that Cheshire grin again, looking down at Nicole, then back to me. "Thank you, however, for giving me a wonderful idea for my dare."

"Oh, fuck," Nicole groaned, realizing she'd drawn attention to herself.

Sarah leaned over, putting her hands on Nicole's shoulders. "Tom. Tommy. Baby. I dare you to come give Nicole here another lesson in blowjobs. She got the sweet and teasing lesson from me, so I think the next lesson on the curriculum is facefucking."

Nicole just sat there with her eyes wide open, working her mouth to try and figure out what she could say.

"OK, that's too far," John said from beside his friend. "Nicole doesn't like Tom, she shouldn't be forced to do something like that."

"She doesn't need to like him, Johnny," Sarah said.

"That's just fucked up," John said. "Nicole, tell them you don't want this, and we stop it right now."

"Fucks sake, John," Miranda said from across the room. "Could you just enjoy the game? Doing things we wouldn't usually do is part of the fun, I think. But if Nicole or you want to leave, you can."

John pressed his lips together in frustration, then looked to Nicole.

I had stood up, and now I moved in front of Nicole with the Hog hanging in the air between us. It was still a little wet and glistening from Miranda slurping on it in the closet, and looked like a damn nice cock if I was being honest. "Well, Nicole?" I asked. I reached down and took her hand and put it on my cock, and she wrapped her fingers around it. "You want to learn how to suck a man-sized cock properly?"

Nicole gripped the Hog, and looked back to John at the worst possible time. He wasn't looking at her, wasn't supporting whatever decision she was going to make. John was busy looking back across the room at Miranda again. Nicole grimaced and turned back, and stroked the Hog.

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

"Yes," Nicole said, quietly.

I leaned down and took Nicole's head between both of my hands and kept her still while I kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Nicole had a pretty face with severe bone structure softened by her nerdy lifestyle, and as I kissed her hard she sucked in a breath through her nose and accepted it.

When I ended the kiss, I let go of her head and took her chin between my thumb and finger, making her look up at me. It's funny, despite having plain brown eyes compared to the blue of Sarah and the hazel-green of Miranda, hers were the most fiery. Now she was looking at me with a confused heat as she panted through partially open lips. "I need you say it clearly so John doesn't start crying rape or something, Nicky. I need you to say, 'Please, Tom. Fuck my face with your big fat cock.'"

Nicole swallowed hard. "Please, Tom. Fuck my face with your big fat fucking cock."

"Gladly," I smiled, then I reached down and pulled her forward by her knees until she was sitting at the edge of the couch cushion, nose-to-cock. "Open wide and stick out your tongue, Nicky," I said.

She did, looking down at my cock as it dangled an inch from her tongue.

"Ah, ah," I said. "First lesson. Watching the cock is a mistake. You don't watch the cock, you make eye contact with the guy. So keep those pretty brown eyes right here."

She followed my instruction, just sitting there with her eyes trained to mine, tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Good girl, Nicky," I said, and took the Hog in hand and laid the head onto her tongue. "Now, for a blowjob to be good, there's plenty of tips and tricks you can use, but honestly? The most important thing is you need to make me believe it. Make me believe that my cock is the center of your fucking world for however long this goes on. Do you understand?"

Nicole hesitated, then shook her head.

"That's fine," I said, reaching out and moving some of her straight blonde hair back out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. "You haven't actually gotten to play with a cock like this before, so you don't know. Let me put it another way. Don't be a lazy bitch - a lazy blowjob is a bad blowjob."

Nicole rolled her eyes and nodded, then slid forward so that the head of the Hog slid past her lips and she sucked, running her tongue around the fat, spongy ridge of the head.

"Ah, eyes," I reminded her. They'd wandered, looking down at the length of my tool that wasn't in her mouth. Nicole flicked her eyes back up. "You can use both hands," I said. "And don't be afraid of the balls, just be gentle with them."

Nicole started bobbing up and down, taking about three inches of my cock into her mouth, and wrapped her other hand alongside her first on my shaft. I let her play for a moment, getting her jaw used to my girth.

"Alright, now take more," I said.

She did, squeezing my dick as she took another inch, then another. She had a solid five inches, about half my cock, in her mouth and I felt her gag as I bumped the entrance to her throat. If I were Matt or John, she'd have my balls on her chin probably. But I wasn't them. I was me, the god damned Cocksman.

"More," I said, and to give her credit she tried, but she gagged again and pulled off. I tutted and took her jaw in my hand, bringing her back in line and sliding my dick into her mouth. "Alright, I guess we'll start here. There's two kinds of face fucking, Nicky. The first is just like this - a blowjob, but I'm in control and get to go as fast as I want. Keep your teeth out of the fucking way, and don't pull back, got it?"

She nodded, and I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting. Her eyes went wide and she started slurping, putting her hands on my hips to try and keep me from going to far, but I knew what the fuck I was doing.

The sounds of her wet gulping and slurping grew as I thrust about half of my cock into her mouth. "Fuck, yes," I grunted, biting my bottom lip for a moment as I looked down at her pretty face taking my cock. I surprised her and pulled my cock out of her mouth entirely, leaving her mouth hanging open, then inserted again, then out, then in, fucking her lips like a pussy. Then I took my dick out entirely and didn't thrust in, and she stuck her tongue out again as she looked up at me with hooded eyes.

"Good, good girl, Nicky," I praised her, then rubbed my slimy, spit-covered cock across her face a couple of times, making her wince, but I didn't let her pull away with my hand in her hair. I slapped her cheek with it, and she got what I wanted and opened her mouth back up, her tongue out again. I put the Hog back in place. "Now we move on to stage two." I slid between her lips slowly. "You're going to deep throat this cock, Nicky. Do you know what that means?"

"Mmm?" she hummed, looking panicked. Oh, she knows.

"Can she even do that?" Miranda asked from behind me.

"Oh, she can," I said. "Every girl can, with the right touch. Some just take to it easier than others, right Sarah?"

Sarah snorted. She was sitting on the other side of John, who was watching horrified from right next to Nicole as I had my way with her mouth. "Yeah, and some of us are born to it," Sarah laughed. She was idly tugging on one of her nipples, her other hand stretched out and tickling the hairs on the back of John's neck. That had to be annoying the crap out of Matt, but I couldn't care enough to look.

"Alright Nicole, when I get to the back of your throat, you're going to want to swallow," I said, and slid deeper between her lips.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, looking up at me with worried eyes.

I just pushed forward, and nudged the back of her throat. "Do it now, Nicky. Swallow, swallow, swallow," I said, and pushed forward with my cock while I pulled her head towards me with the fist in her hair. She gagged, and coughed, and I pulled tighter, pushing my fat cock head. "Swallow, Nicky. Swallow my cock."

She struggled, and struggled, and then she swallowed and I slid another three inches, entering her throat.

"Fuck yes, Nicky, just keep doing that," I crowed. I pushed, and pushed, entering her throat further. She squeaked in panic, her hands grabbing my hips, but I kept pushing until her nose was pressed against my pubes. "Fuuuck, yes, good girl!" I said. "Just hold that. Hold it."

She kept swallowing, trying not to gag. I shoved her deeper a couple of times, feeling her constricting throat flutter and squeeze as she fought to hold her breath, and ground her nose against me. I reached the hand that wasn't in her hair down and felt her throat from the outside like I had with Sarah earlier. "You feel that, Nicky? You've got my entire fucking cock down your throat so far that I can feel it bulging."

She hit my hip, her eyes begging me to let up as they watered and a couple fat dollops of teary mascara rolled onto her cheeks.

I pulled back, right out of her throat and mouth, two thick strands of spittle connecting the head to her lips as she gasped and coughed for air. Just as she was recovering, I grabbed her head again and shoved my cock back in her mouth, right to the back and in a panic she started swallowing, and in I went again to the delicious sheath. "Fuck yes, Nicky. Now I'm going to fuck your face the way only a big fucking cock like mine can." I pulled out, and thrust in, and soon I was slamming her lips and nose off of the root of my cock as I fucked her throat. Her tongue thrashed, lashing the underside of the dick, and her throat rippled and squeezed.

"Huuuh, huh glug huh uh, glorp hnnng," she hummed.

I pulled out, letting her catch her breath again, then stepped one foot over her shoulder on the couch and pulled her face under the Hog to my balls. "Suck on them, you bitch," I said, forcing my sac into her mouth as if rubbed my spittle-covered shaft back and forth across her nose and forehead, covering her in her own spit-slime as it got all over her skin and in her hair.

She sucked my balls, dancing between the two of them, pulling in breaths through her nose, and I took that sweet moment to look over at John and smirk.

John was sitting there, his hard dick in hand, fighting the urge to jerk off to me abusing his best female friend's mouth.

"Good. Fucking. Bitch. Nicky," I growled. I pulled her back from under my cock, and leaned down, looking her in her slime-covered, mascara-smeared face. "Now you have a choice. Sarah told you earlier, a good cocksucker takes the load. So where do you want it, Nicky? Down your throat? Filling your mouth? All over your face and hair? Usually your tits would be a great option, but you're still wearing this t-shirt."

"Humma, huh," Nicole painted.

"Nicky," I said, and shook her head by the chin to get her to focus. "Nicky. Where am I coming?"

"M-my face?" she said, more a question than a statement.

"Face it is," I said. Then I grabbed her by the hair again, and she opened her mouth and I slow stroked back in and out of her throat. I pulled her in and held her, feeling her choke on my dick. I fucked the entrance to her throat over and over, then pushed deep. With my hand not controlling her head I reached down and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it through her shirt and bra.

"Hmmm, hmmm!" Nicole started whining.

"Here I come," I said, driving into her throat again. "Keep your fucking eyes and mouth open, Nicky.

I pulled out, letting go of her tit, and put both of her hands on my slimy cock. She immediately started jacking me off, eyes focused on me and her mouth wide and tongue out.

"Hah, hah, hah," she panted.

"Fuck, yes!" I grunted, and I came. The first spurt caught the top of her forehead and curled over into her hair. The second she directed lower, and it went across her chin and into her mouth. Nicole's two-fisted jacking had my head aiming all over - the third spurt crossed both cheeks and her nose, the fourth landed down on her neck and across the collar of her black t-shirt, and the last went right into her left eye.

Nicole was covered in cum and panting, and I'd gone down to a steady half-chub in her hands, but the game wasn't over yet. I grabbed Nicole by the hair and neck, lifting her up to standing, and without warning I reached under her skirt and palmed her bare pussy. She was absolutely soaked to the point that there was a wet spot on the couch. I began furiously rubbing her puffy, swollen lips and Nicole started writhing.

"Hah, hah!" she panted, completely wordless in her cries.

I slid my ring and middle fingers between her pussy lips, meaning to drive them in deep, but stopped and pulled them back out again, my eyes and nostrils flaring at what I'd felt. Instead, I rubbed at her clit hard as I held her in place by the neck.

She tensed, and I slapped her pussy, then reamed her clit again.

"Nooooo," Nicole moaned as she came, and she squirted, her girlcum splattering from around my working fingers and dripping down onto the rug beneath us. Her body jerked and she reached out, holding onto me as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I slapped her pussy again lightly, and she jerked, then I took my hand away and fixed her skirt.

Nicole started crying, and I pulled her into a hug and she clutched me, burying her filthy face in my chest.

"What the fuck, you fucking rapist," John shouted, standing in a fury as Nicole broke down in my arms.