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The GraduationWith graduation round the corners and passing by. The idea came to me. Well more like it came to me after watching my cousins graduation and wanting a party…but no group sex. Just a normal high school drunk party. lol Like always, this is all fantasy and non of the people in this story are the reflection of anyone I have known or actually knowAs Kayla’s graduation drew nearer, her parents grew increasingly concerned about their young daughter’s apparent lack of interest in any kind of celebrations. They remembered what it was like to be her age, and how important a graduation was to a teenager; the biggest day in one’s young life. In fact, ever since Kayla’s first day as a senior, her parents had been expecting the inevitable begging; could she throw a party? Could they go away for the weekend, and leave her with the house to herself for a couple days? They were fully prepared for it. But it never came. Months passed; still no asking, still no begging. On June 20th, exactly a week before the big day, over a health conscious dinner of grilled chicken, rice and green beans Kayla’s mother Michelle simply came out and asked. “Have you decided what you want to do for your graduation yet, sweetheart?” the 40-something housewife enquired, scooping up a forkful of rice. “Not yet, mom” Kayla replied, slicing up the chicken breast and shovelling it into her mouth, as if she was in a hurry. “Slow down k**do, you’ll give yourself indigestion” her father James stated, taking a sip from a glass of water. “OK, daddy” the teenager smiled. “You can have a party if you like” her mother suggested, “dad and I will go stay in Atlanta for the night. You can have the place to yourself.” “That’s OK, mom” Kayla politely declined. “You sure?” asked Michelle. “When I was your age I would’ve killed for my parents to leave me home alone for my graduation.” “Don’t push it, honey” Kayla’s father waded in. “If she doesn’t want a party we can’t force her. I’m not so hot on the idea of a bunch of drunk k**s trashing my house anyhow.” Kayla laughed. Her mother frowned. What kind of teenager doesn’t want a graduation party? She knew her daughter had plenty of friends; she was out with them nearly every night. Or so she claimed. “Thanks for dinner, mom” Kayla said, tucking her chair under the dining table while she chewed a mouthful of green beans. “Off out, sweetheart?” her father enquired. “Yeah, going to meet some friends” the teenager replied. “OK, don’t be too late” James warned. “I won’t, daddy” said Kayla, kissing him on the cheek. “Bye, mom.” “Bye, sweetie” her mother replied, as the high school student bounded across the room, towards the front door. Michelle sighed. “What’s wrong?” asked James. “Where is it you suppose she goes every night?” the housewife enquired. “Like she said, to hang out with her friends” her husband replied. “Beyond that, I wouldn’t have a clue. Like I know what k**s get up to these days.” “That’s just the thing” said Michelle, “we have no idea what she’s up to. And who are these ‘friends’ of her’s? Why have we never met them?” “We’re old” James reasoned, “she probably doesn’t want us cramping her style.” “Hmm” his wife murmured, “are you sure she’s not on d**gs?” “Yes” the business executive sighed, with a roll of the eyes, “I’m sure she’s not on d**gs.” “Well how can you be so sure?” Michelle argued. “Look how much she’s left” she added, pointing at the remains of her daughter’s meal spread across the dinner plate. “They say cocaine is an appetite suppressant, you know.” James laughed. “You worry too much, honey” he replied. “Kayla is not on d**gs, stop fretting. We raised her well, she’s a good k**. She’s not doing anything the other k**s her age aren’t doing.” This, however, was not strictly true. While, in most respects, Kayla was what could be deemed a ‘good k**’, in some ways the life she lived was most unusual for a girl of her age. She got good, though not exceptional, grades. She was well behaved at school; rarely getting detentions or failing to complete assignments by their deadlines. She lived a healthy lifestyle; eating well and working out regularly at the school gym facilities. She was friendly to her peers and respectful of her elders. However, this is where her ‘good girl’ image ended as, just as her mother suspected, Kayla did have an addiction. But it wasn’t d**gs that were the teenage girls’ vice, no; Kayla was deeply addicted to sex. An avid watcher of pornography, Kayla absorbed all kinds of different porn scenes, but noticed that they all had one common feature; all the male actors were extremely well hung. She loved watching their big dicks, moving back and forth inside of mouths, vaginas and assholes, stretching them to their limits with their incredible girth. She couldn’t get enough of it. And she wanted some for herself. When she turned 18 that September, she created profiles on adult dating sites, stating that she was looking for men who were eight inches or bigger, and as a young lady of some considerable beauty- golden hair, bright blue eyes, gorgeous smile, soft pink lips, cute button nose, tight athletic body, perky B cup breasts and shapely peach of an ass- she received an overwhelming number of messages. Some from men twice her age, others three times her age. There were business executives, policemen, construction workers, unemployed; all walks of life sent her sordid messages, eager to fuck her teenage holes. Some she recognised; they worked in her local stores, they lived in her neighbourhood, they taught at her school, some were even her dad’s friends. Every night Kayla met a new man at his home or a hotel, and every night she was presented with a different cock; each one eight inches plus, per her request. There were white ones, black ones, thick ones, thin ones. She sucked them all, and each and every one penetrated her tight, pink pussy and barely legal asshole. They came on her face, and inside every orifice, and she swallowed more semen in a month than most women in five years. By the turn of the year, Kayla figured she’d sucked every large dick in the county and her number of sexual partners had run into the hundreds. In her final semester of high school, Kayla’s sexual appetite grew wilder still, and she came to the conclusion that some the sex she was having was simply too vanilla for her tastes. Of all the many, many men she hooked up with on the regular, Kayla developed a preference for the rougher types, the ones who choked her, slapped her, pulled her hair, fucked her hard and without mercy, called her a ‘slut’, a ‘whore’ and a ‘bitch’. Gradually she began to ditch the office workers, the teachers, the married men; the guys she declared the ‘nice ones’, until all that remained in her network of studs, were the ‘nasties’- the labourers, the truck drivers, the unemployed, the gangbangers, the stoop dwellers, the alley cats, the bikers, the skinheads. Her sexual exploits continued, and she graduated to taking on these men two at a time, then three at a time, then five, seven, ten. She was gangfucked every night by packs of undesirables; in heavily graffitied alleyways, rundown clubhouses, pokey dive-bars and abandoned warehouses, and tonight was no exception. Kayla returned home after 11. She opened her front door, and closed it softly behind her in hope that her parents were already asleep. “You’re late, young lady” came her mother’s voice from the sitting room. “Michelle” she heard her father warn. “Sorry, mom” Kayla apologised, sticking her head around the lounge door to see her parents sat on the couch, the plasma TV screen turned way down. “Me and the girls got caught up at the coffee shop, we didn’t realise how late it was.” “Kayla, don’t lie-” Michelle began, her voice raised. “That’s OK, sweetie” James cut in, “just drop us a text to let us know you’re safe next time.” “Sure, daddy” the teen smiled back. “That’s my girl” her father replied. “Now, straight to bed, OK?” “OK, night daddy, night mom” said Kayla. “Goodnight, babygirl” James grinned, and Kayla disappeared upstairs. “You know, you’re too soft on her” Michelle declared. “No wonder she doesn’t want a party, she’ll probably be high on ecstasy at some sort of rave, and we’d be none the wiser.” “Sure she will, honey” her husband laughed, raising the volume on the television, “sure she will.” Kayla did as instructed and got straight into bed. Tucked up tight under her warm duvet, she closed her eyes, a smile stretching across her pretty face as she remembered the evening’s exploits, and she drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep. The following morning Kayla rose early and got to arranging her graduation party. She knew she wanted to do something new, to push herself in a way she hadn’t before. Before school, she switched on her computer and typed out the following ‘invitation’: Pretty 18 y/o blonde seeks male guests for graduation party. Large penis and larger sexual appetite required. To help me fulfil my fantasy, send a picture of your cock next to a foot long ruler to xxx-xxx-xxxx She printed the flyer 50 times and placed them inside her backpack. When she got out of school, Kayla took a tour of the seedy, rundown parts of town, sticking the ‘invitation’ up in the windows of dive bars and sex stores, strip clubs and brothels, in alleyways, phone boxes and public bathrooms. When she got home, she sent the ‘invitation’ to various local porno magazines to be printed in their classified sections and posted it on several less than reputable websites. It took only 15 minutes for the first dick pic to arrive in Kayla’s cell phone inbox, and within the hour her iPhone was awash with phallic photos. She scrolled through them, and noted the lengths as displayed by the adjacent ruler, as per instructions. 3 inches, 10 inches, 5, 8, 4, 6, 9, and on, and on, and on, and on. There was hundreds of them; some larger than her desired size, some much smaller. She quickly deleted the many that didn’t size up, and set about selecting the ones that did. After a solid hour spent trawling through dozens upon dozens of big, long cocks, Kayla finally narrowed it down to 18- ten white, eight black. She typed out a text to the chosen few; it read: Congratulations! You’ve made the cut. Cum to Rogers Street, Pooler at 8pm on Friday, July 20th, and bring those big cocks of yours. She’d just pressed send when her mother called sivas escort her down for dinner. Kayla went downstairs and sat at the dining table before a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “Hey, honey” greeted James, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Hi, dad” the blonde replied, twirling strands of sauce coated spaghetti around her fork. “So, how was your night last night, Kayla?” asked Michelle, placing a large bowl of salad at the centre of the table. “Good, mom” said Kayla, scooping out a batch of mixed greens with a set of plastic salad tongs. “What time was that coffee shop open until last night, baby?” her mom enquired. “Oh…err…about 10 I think” the teen stammered. “Not too sure, me and the girls were having so much fun we kinda lost track of time.” “Wow! A coffee shop open until 10!” Michelle exclaimed. “Things sure have changed since my day. What shop was it? I’ll have to check it out sometime.” “Oh…it was…errrr…” Kayla stuttered, “you know, I can’t actually remember… .” She glanced up; her father was giving her mother a look, explicit in its meaning; just drop it. The blonde stifled a grin. Kayla’s phone buzzed in the pocket of her skinny jeans. She reached in and fished it out, seeing that she’d received a new text from an unknown number. Holding her phone under the table, she opened the message, and staring back at her was the fattest, blackest, vieniest cock she’d ever seen. Her blue eyes bulged. Dammitthought the teen, this dick looks perfect. She considered cutting one of the dongs she’d already selected for her graduation party and replacing it with this one, but then she reconsidered. It was still a week until the big day; there was no way she could wait that long for her next dose of big cock; the suspense would kill her. There was plenty of time for her to fit in a few ‘appetisers’ before she enjoyed her main course. She returned to her inbox and saw that it was full with dozens upon dozens of dick pics that were still flooding in. Her eyes were affixed to the screen as she scrolled through cocks of all sizes and colours. She nearly drooled as she browsed the array of delicious looking appetisers that filled her electronic menu, while her actual food turned cold on the dinner table before her. “Kayla!” her mother snapped, yanking the blonde from cock-hungry stupor. “You know the rule about cell phones at the table, young lady. Come on, hand it over.” “Oh mom, er…” Kayla stammered, returning to the home screen, as her phone buzzed at an alarming rate, more and more photos dropping into her inbox. “Who is that that keeps texting you anyway?” Michelle asked, furrowing her neatly plucked brow at her daughter. “Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing since you sat down at the table.” “Oh…it’s…errr…it’s people RSVPing. To the party on Friday” the teen replied, impressed at how quickly she’d come up with a convincing lie. Though in some ways, she figured, it was actually true. “Well you sure invited a lot of people” her mother commented. “Oh, Jesus” James sighed, picturing the state his house would be in when he returned the following day. “Uh huh” said Kayla. “Well it’s like you keep saying, mom, you only graduate high school once right?” she added with a nervous smile, keeping one eye on her phone as message upon message appeared on the screen. “Well I’m glad to see so many people want to come to your party” Michelle replied, “but rules are rules, no phones at the dinner table. Now come on, give it here” she demanded, gesturing for the phone with a manicured hand. “But, mom…” her daughter began in protest, panicking slightly as the dick pics kept coming thick and fast. “Oh come on, Michelle” James cut in, “she’s not a k** anymore. I think we can allow a phone at the table. Besides, you know what young people are like these days. They’ll have made other plans by the time we’ve finished eating.” “Exactly” Kayla agreed. “Reply to your friends, honey” her father smiled. “Just don’t let your food go cold.” “Thanks, daddy” grinned the young blonde, piercing a meatball on her fork and feeding it into her mouth as she returned to her phone, deleting pictures of phalli so small and unappealing they nearly put her off her dinner. “So how many are coming on Friday then, sweetie?” asked James. “18 so far” Kayla replied. “Wow!” exclaimed the business executive. “Popular girl!” “Oh, daddy” smirked the teen, “you don’t know the half of it.” It was a typical evening in downtown Sparta. Rap music blared from the open windows of rundown homes. Sirens could be heard all over town. Shady d**g dealers peddled their wares. Scantily clad hookers stood on street corners. drunks stumbled out of pokey, boarded up dive bars. Crackheads and meth addicts got high under dim street lights. Gangs loitered in dark alleyways. An impoverished, largely black community, Sparta, while only situated two counties over from Kayla’s affluent, predominantly white hometown of Watkinsville, was a far cry from the leafy, genteel neighbourhood that the teen had grown up in. But that was exactly why she liked it. As someone who had sampled nigh on every male in a five mile radius, Kayla knew exactly what every nearby county had to offer, and Sparta possessed just the type of man the blonde desired. The dominant type; the kind that treated her like the slut she was, the kind that gave her the sex she wanted; rough and no holds (or holes) barred. Kayla had texted a few of the men that had sent her the straggling dick pics. One of them just so happened to own a dive bar in Sparta that the young lady was already more than familiar with. She arranged to meet the select few at the bar, told her parents she was studying at a friends’ and headed out for the evening. Her sandals clapped against the cracked paving slabs as she wandered down the dark high street. Dressed appropriately for the warm Georgia spring evening, but a good sight more modestly than the other women that occupied the town, Kayla bore little resemblance to the typical clientele of Joe’s bar in downtown Sparta, and thus drew several double takes and leery comments from old drunks as they were ushered out of the establishment when she arrived. With the rummies out of the way, the barman flicked on the neon ‘closed’ sign outside the bar and Kayla stood by the entrance as seven men set down pool cues, finished bottles of beer and arose from dirty bar stools. Four were black, three white. They looked like gangstas, bikers, barflies; lowlives. The men began to undress and take out their fat, long cocks. Standing opposite the well hung males, her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric of her light summer dress, a smirk stretched across Kayla’s pretty face. Wowshe exclaimed in her head, this is gonna be one hell of an appetizer! Six days and several more ‘appetizing’ gangbangs later, and the big day had finally come. Kayla had been so excited she’d barely slept the night before, but still leapt out of bed bright and early that morning like a k** on Christmas Day. Her graduation ceremony dragged to such an extent that it felt like time was going backwards, but she got through it and rushed home as quickly as she could. While she watched TV and ate dinner with her parents, the teen barely took her eyes off the clock before, finally, the time arrived. Her parents gave their final warnings not to trash the house too much, told her to have fun and said their final goodbyes. They jumped in the SUV and pulled away. Barely able to hide her excitement, Kayla ran back inside, stripped off and jumped in the shower. She dried herself, blow dried her hair and applied make up; a tasteful layer of foundation, a set of false eyelashes, dark mascara and red lipstick. She accessorised with glistening diamond earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet. She let her golden locks fall delicately over her shoulders, pulled up a set of white cotton panties, tugged on a short, strapless, tight fitting red dress and slipped into a pair of matching stilettos. She looked mature though, through her petite teenage body, girlish good looks and cute smile, her youth shined through. She went downstairs, poured herself a glass of wine and waited patiently for her guests to arrive. Sometime around 8pm, after a delicious lobster dinner, David and Mary Lawson closed the blinds in their plush sitting room, sat down on their cream leather couch, cracked open a bottle of vintage Chardonnay, and chose a movie from one of the many streaming services on their 50 inch plasma screen Smart TV. However, the 50-something couple’s enjoyment of the film was halted some 30 minutes in by a series of loud, irritating noises from outside their sitting room window. Annoyed, David paused the movie and paced over to the window to see where the noise was coming from. He pulled the curtain to the side, just enough to allow him to peer through. He couldn’t believe what he saw. His quiet, peaceful, upper class neighborhood appeared to have been taken over by a gang of hoodlums. He looked out into the street as an assortment of vehicles pulled up one by one; bouncing low riders with spinning rims, rusted pickup trucks, noisy Harley Davidsons- a far cry from the usual selection of shiny Ferraris and convertible BMWs that David saw crawling up and down the block. As each vehicle pulled up an array of colourful characters stepped out and congregated in the street; sportswear clad black men, bearded bikers, mullet-sporting hillbillies- the kind of people David did his utmost to avoid; every kind of undesirable under the sun were loitering in his neighborhood. And what was more, they appeared to be gathering in his neighbor’s front yard; laughing, cursing, passing around blunts, swigging from bottles of Jack Daniels, tossing empty beer cans onto the freshly cut lawn. David didn’t know his neighbours very well, but they’d always seemed like a quiet, normal family, who certainly didn’t mix with the kind of riff raff that were currently making a mess of their driveway. He wondered what he should do; call the police? The men looked kind of menacing. If he made a complaint maybe they would move their rowdy congregation to his yard instead. He couldn’t have that. Besides, he was fairly certain he saw the family next door loading travel bags into their SUV. They must’ve gone away for the weekend he surmised. As long tekirdağ escort as they’re not there no real harm can be done. He closed the curtain and sat back down to his movie, turning up the volume on his TV to drown out the unpleasantness from outside. Kayla finished her glass of wine as the crowd of men gathered in her front yard. She heard the smashing of bottles, laughing, joking, various gruff voices stating how they ‘couldn’t wait to fuck the 18 year old slut’. Their words alone were enough to make the young blonde leak profusely from her nether regions, soaking her cotton panties in her feminine secretions. As she swallowed the last drop of wine, the teen decided she’d made the baying mob wait long enough. She set down her glass and walked out across the sizeable hallway to the front door. She pulled open the door, her body quivering all over as she set her eyes upon her graduation present; 18 rowdy, weed-smoking, beer-swilling men, leering at her petite highschool student body.”Hi, boys” Kayla announced, as she addressed the crowd, “thank you for coming to my graduation party. Now why don’t you come on in, and we can get this party started” she added with a cheeky wink, turning on her high heels and heading back inside, the crowd of men cheering and hollering, putting out blunts and tossing away whiskey bottles, before filing in behind her. Kayla lead the mob through to the sitting room and was quickly encircled by a mass of gangstas, d**g dealers, pimps, petty criminals, bikers, hicks, porch dwellers, truckers and blue-collar workers; an army of hands pawing at her body; squeezing her pert teenage breasts and slapping her firm little ass. The young blonde scanned the faces in the eager crowd. They all appeared to be at least 10 years her senior, most 20 years older, some 30. They were, what can only be described, as a ragtag bunch of individuals, a mixture of baseball caps, greasy mullets, large afros, receding hairlines, scars, missing teeth, bushy beards and gold chains. One by one they began to undress, removing baggy t-shirts, flannel shirts and stained tank tops to reveal an assortment of bodies; some muscular, some scrawny, some pot-bellied. They sported an array of tattoos; some well designed, others crude and looking like they may have been done in prison. Before she knew it, Kayla’s dress had been pulled down to her ankles and her wet cotton panties had been torn from her person and slung onto the cream carpet. Unable to control her desire, Kayla dropped to her knees as penis after penis was presented to her. She bit her lip, so horny her entire body shook as she gazed longingly at the selection of cocks hanging invitingly before her. It was quite an array, a medley of colour and size; some pale, some as black as coal; there were thick ones, slender ones, veiny ones, smooth ones, circumcised, uncut. But every phallus on display shared one common attribute; they were all huge- nine inches plus, some a foot long! Kayla could resist no longer and reached out to stroke two of the big cocks, parting her soft lips to allow a bearded, beer-bellied biker access to her wet teen mouth. She took the white dick down to the balls on the first pass, slurping and sucking at the girthy shaft like a woman possessed, coating it in copious amounts of saliva. The biker gripped Kayla’s blonde hair with two strong hands and began to fuck her face, thrusting his long cock into her mouth balls deep with each stroke, eliciting plunger-like sounds from the teen’s wet maw, as her thick spittle started to run down her chin. Kayla made her way around the circle, sampling all the meat on display, worshipping each one with equal gusto, regardless of size or colour. She sucked and gagged, jerked and stroked; working three dongs at a time with her talented mouth and dainty hands. Just as she’d hoped they would, the men took control; ferociously fucking her mouth and forcing their huge dicks down to the balls. They presented hairy nutsacks for her to suck upon, squeezed and smacked her pert teenage tits. They slapped her pretty face and pinched her nose shut, while those behind wrapped strands of her golden hair around their dicks as they jerked themselves off. They called her a ‘slut’, a ‘bitch’, a ‘whore’ and ordered her to suck their cocks and lick their balls. Suddenly, a lanky, mustachioed trucker, gripped Kayla by her blonde hair and pulled her towards a large black leather futon in the centre of the room. The teen climbed up onto the futon and laid flat on her back as the group surrounded her once more. They held her slender legs open as her hands quickly found hard cocks to stroke and jerk. Horny men gathered at both of Kayla’s business ends, some taking turns to fingerfuck her tight young pussy as hard they could, while others kept her talented mouth busy. They choked her as they fucked her face, her saliva dripping from her mouth, down her face, making a mess of her makeup. Testicles of all shades of white and brown were dipped into her mouth. Assholes, both hairy and waxed were perched upon her face, Kayla munching at each and every one like it was her last meal, muffled groans escaping her soft lips as she squirted her effeminate juices over the carpet time and again from the expert exertions of those fingering her sloppy wet cunt. At the crowd’s behest, Kayla rolled over onto her front and reached back to grip her high heels, spreading her legs and opening her mouth invitingly for the encircling guys. A line developed before the school girl, men stroking their long cocks, awaiting their turn to fuck her slutty maw. One after another they stepped up, using her hair as blonde handlebars as they fucked her mouth. She drooled and gagged, choked and coughed as black and white cocks were thrust repeatedly to the hilt between her soft lips. Her eyes watered, mascara dripping down her cheeks. Her false eyelashes dislodged and clung to her rosy cheeks. At the other end, the mob got acquainted with her ass, spanking it until the cheeks glowed a healthy red, pushing fingers into her anus in their twos, threes, even fours. Kayla returned to her kneeling position on the floor as the oral onslaught continued. She licked balls, ate man ass and, of course, sucked dick, even taking two of the girthy schlongs in her mouth at a time on occasion. A black thug came to the fore, gripping hold of his fat cock at the base and squashing his large, dark nuts into the underside, presenting Kayla with a meaty phallic hot dog. The blonde gaped her pink lips as wide as they would go, and the gangsta thrust the whole thing inside, her cute little nose pressing against his six pack as she accommodated his penis and testicles in her mouth at once. A tattooed skinhead tugged at Kayla’s golden hair, tilting her head back 90 degrees so she stared up at the ceiling. Four guys; two white, two black ringed her, slapping their heavy, wet cocks against her face, their precum splaterring across her skin and going in her eyes. Kayla utilised her impressive multitasking skills; stroking two dicks at a time while the men slapped her perky breasts, pinched her erect nipples and fingerbanged her pussy, making her shoot more and more of her feminine fluids over the floor. They slapped her, teabagged her, fucked her mouth, their wet, sweaty balls squishing against her nose and dangling in her bright blue eyes. Kayla sucked and slurped, licked and stroked for over an hour, and figured she deserved a reward for a blowbang well done. The schoolgirl reached behind the futon and retrieved a large, shallow plastic bowl. Kneeling on the carpet, she held the bowl out before her, still looking strangely sweet and innocent despite her roughed up, disheveled appearance, like a young nun praying at an altar. The men stepped forward in pairs, jerking themselves off until they shot their creamy, virile spunk into the bowl while Kayla encouraged them; begging them for their cum, as she watched the bowl slowly fill with warm seed. By the time the last man had cum, the bowl was full near to the brim with thick, off-white jizz. Kayla swirled it around, licking her lips at the prospect of tasting the rich spunky cocktail. The young blonde tipped her head back, bringing the bowl to her soft lips and poured some of the hot, creamy beverage into her mouth. She sloshed the semen around her mouth, savouring its rich taste, gargled with it, played with it with her tongue, before closing her lips and swallowing it down. She moaned with pleasure at the taste of the cum, licking her pink lips as she felt it warm her from the inside. But she wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. She set the bowl of man juice down on the futon and dipped her hand into the thick, warm concoction, scooping some of it onto her palm. Then, to the surprise of even some of the men, she brought her hand up to her face and, clamping one of her nostrils shut with a manicured finger, snorted the cum up into her nose. The crowd stood in a semi-circle and watched the slutty spectacle that unveiled before them, as Kayla returned to the bowl of semen. Some laughed and joked, others offered their own brand of encouragement. “Drink that nut, bitch!” one man hollered. “Swallow all that cum, you fuckin’ whore!” came another. Kayla brought the bowl up to her mouth, 12 or 13 loads of hot, creamy seed still swimming around inside. She tipped the bowl up and the thick, gloopy mess began to slop out into her gaping maw. It didn’t take much of the contents of the bowl to fill her mouth and she swallowed the jizz as she continued to pour, like a hard partying college student downing their tenth beer. She felt her stomach fill near to the brim as she chugged down the warm protein shake, but still she kept swallowing, not stopping for as much as a split second until the bowl was empty. Finally, Kayla lowered the bowl, grinning from ear to ear as she felt 18 hot, copious loads of cum churn in her stomach. She licked the bowl clean, groaning contentedly as she savoured the taste of the crowd once more. She barely had a chance to set the empty bowl down on the floor when she was grabbed by a mullet sporting hillbilly and hauled up by her wrist. The hick pushed the young blonde down onto the futon and push his long, uncut dick straight into her barely legal asshole. Kayla unleashed an impassioned gasp as the mulleted escort bayan man drilled out her anus, a black thug quickly taking hold of her head and forcing his big brown dong into her mouth. A line of randy, well-hung men formed behind the hillbilly, ready to run a train on the insatiable schoolgirl. One by one they stepped forward, pushing their large cocks into whichever hole took their fancy. Some chose her tight, wet pussy, others went for her pink, teen butt. Some opted for both; fucking her ass before pulling out and feeding their dicks straight into her snatch, or vice versa. They spanked her, fingerbanged which ever orifice wasn’t filled with cock and used her blonde hair as a set of reins as they ploughed her from behind. However, despite the attention her rear was receiving, Kayla’s front end was far from neglected, and she sucked and stroked any schlong within spitting distance. Once the last man had got his turn, an overweight black man sat on the futon and ordered Kayla to sit on his girthy dick. Without hesitation the teen climbed on, feeding the fat black wang into her asshole as a second negro stepped up and pushed his long cock into her pussy. She came on the spot, crying out in ecstasy as both her holes were filled by oversized black cocks. The gang passed her around like a freshly rolled blunt; colour combinations of black/black, black/white and white/white fucking her hard and deep in both her tight orifices. She clambered off dicks and straight onto new ones, as the men smacked her ass, slapped her, choked her and pulled her hair. She fully utilised her multitasking skills, often handling five guys at once and rarely without a cock in each hand, a pair of balls in her mouth or her face buried in a sweaty asscrack. She did countless double penetrations, double vaginal, even double anal; taking two dicks in any hole they were thrust into with the ease and grace of a seasoned pornstar. A constant chorus or orgasmic groans emanated from her busy mouth as she came over and over, squirting repeatedly and leaking her girljuice all over the place at a frankly alarming rate. Before long, everything had descended into a cockdrunk blur for Kayla and she quickly lost track of what was happening and when. Dicks came at her from all angles and she did her best to accommodate them, wishing she had more holes about her person to handle them all at once. She graduated from DP to TP; taking two big cocks in her pussy and one in her butt, then two in her ass and one in her cunt and, finally, three in her ass, while she sucked, stroked, deepthroated, jerked and rimmed as many of the remaining crowd as possible, begging to be fucked harder at every chance she got. Over an hour and numerous orgasms later, the men too were ready to cum. Kayla lay flat on the futon, spreading her slender legs and offering her pink teenage pussy as a receptacle for the gang’s thick, warm spunk. A balding workman stepped forward first, leaning over the 18 year old blonde, choking her, fucking her hard until he shot his hot, rich load into her sopping wet cunt. One by one and two by two, black and white men alike took their turns; putting her in any position they desired, slapping her face and pulling her golden hair as they came in whichever hole they wanted. Overall, Kayla took four loads in each orifice; warm, virile concoctions of semen splashing about in her womb and rectum alike as she took to the floor for her finale. Kayla knelt on the carpet, quickly surrounded by the ten men yet to cum. She attacked their cocks, handling three at once with her mouth and hands, tasting her pussy and ass off of each one, eagerly awaiting her third spunk reward of the evening. The men stepped up in pairs and in threes, aiming their cocks at her face as they vigorously jerked themselves off until, finally, they erupted. Warm jets of seed splashed across her soft lips, her rosy cheeks, her forehead and her cute nose. Thick dollops of cum got caught in her eyelashes, while more still completely covered her bright blue eyes. Some guys aimed their spunk at her hair; thick strands plastering to her face, while more of it trickled down her locks in long, gloopy streaks. Others stood behind her and jerked off on top of her head, leaving gelatinous blobs of off-white jism in her blonde hair. “Oh, wow!” gasped Kayla, a contented beaming grin stretching across her spunk covered face. 1 HOUR EARLIER James and Michelle strolled arm in arm down a well-to-do Atlanta street, comfortably full from their high class meal at a swanky Italian eatery. “This has been nice” James declared. “It has” his wife agreed. “Maybe we should let our daughter have parties more often.” “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” her husband laughed, “we haven’t seen the state of the house yet.” “Well, I say if it’s too bad we make her clean it up with a hangover” Michelle suggested. “I like the way you think, baby” James replied, giving his wife’s ass a playful squeeze as he reached across to kiss her on the neck. Like most couples of twenty plus years, James and Michelle’s relationship had long since slowed down in the bedroom department. In fact, whenever James laid out the suggestion of intimacy it was met with a myriad of excuses from his wife. But tonight, after a romantic, candlelit, wine fuelled meal maybe, just maybe, he would be getting laid. Or maybe not. As the couple turned onto the backstreet where their hotel was located, they were stopped in their tracks, their eyes immediately drawn to a blaze from a third floor window, billowing out into the street. Crowds of people stood in the road and watched, some wrapped in bedsheets, others in towels, their hair still wet. “Oh, fuck me!” James declared, as they approached the entrance to the hotel, gazing up at the inferno, the flames licking at the window frame. “Well this is just fucking great!” “Sorry sir, there’s been a fire, noone’s allowed up” said a hotel employee, stopping the couple in their tracks with an outstretched palm. “Yeah, no shit” James replied curtly. “Well, for how long?” “We’re not sure yet sir, could be a couple hours” the hotel worker replied. “Please step back where it’s safe” he added, ushering the pair back into the road. “You gotta be shitting me” cussed James, “two fucking hours!” “Babe, why don’t we find a bar, have a drink while we wait?” his wife suggested. James checked his watch. “No, it’s after 11, the bars around here will be shutting soon. We may aswell just drive home.” “Go home? But honey, we’ve paid for this room” Michelle argued. “Well I don’t see a use in waiting two hours when we can be home in one” her husband countered. “They’ll have to refund us.” “But what about Kayla’s party?” asked Michelle. “These parties these k**s have these days, they go on until three, four in the morning. “Well this one won’t be” James replied. “We’ll have to turf everyone out. I ain’t standing around here half the night for the sake of some drunk k**s.” And with that he took off, heading for the SUV without waiting for his wife to agree. The one chance I have to get laid, and there’s a fucking fire he exclaimed in his head, typical! It was 12.30 by them time the SUV turned onto James and Michelle’s affluent, tree lined street in Watkinsville. His wife was fast asleep in the passenger’s seat, her head against the window, using her handbag as a makeshift pillow. He glanced across at her and sighed as he gazed through the windshield, the headlamps illuminating the street before him. Absolute zero chance of getting any action now. Suddenly, he saw something in the distance. Two lights. Headlights. And they were getting nearer. Quickly. Too quickly for a suburban neighborhood in the middle of the night. Then, the vehicle came into view. A rusted white and red pickup truck. Four men sat in the back, clad in white tank tops, unbuttoned flannel shirts and worn mesh hats. Mullets blowing in the wind. Brandishing beer and whiskey bottles. They sped past, far in excess of the speed limit, hollering something at James. Michelle woke with a start. “What was that?” she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes. “Not sure” James replied, still confused by what he’d seen. “Bunch of hicks just drove past in a pickup truck. What the hell are they doing here at this time of night?” Then, a second vehicle came into view; a vintage convertible lowrider, complete with spinning rims, like something from an early 90’s hip hop video. The car crawled past, carrying four black men passing around a blunt, the low bass of rap music blaring from the speaker system. James was bemused. “Are we on the right street?” he asked, only half-jokingly. As he approached the house he started noticing broken bottles lining the street.”Fucking k**s!” he snarled, driving carefully to avoid a puncture. But if what he’d seen so far had shocked him, nothing could prepare James for what awaited him as he pulled in the driveway. His headlights flashed across the front of the house, illuminating three bearded bikers strolling through his front door, slinging beer cans across the yard as they mounted three shiny Harley Davidsons. “Hey, great party man!” shouted one of the bikers, spotting James through the spotless SUV window. His two buddies laughed, then the trio revved up their bikes, the engine humming in that trademark noisy way, and they sped off down the street. “Honey, who were those men?” asked Michelle, a hint of fear in her voice. “They were fucking gate crashers is who they were” James barked, glowing red with anger. He threw open the car door and jumped out of the vehicle, sprinting across the drive to the open doorway. Michelle followed him into the hallway. “Oh my God!” Michelle gasped. “Where is everything? Where are my antique vases? My porcelain lamps?” “Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” yelled James. “We’ve been fucking robbed! Kayla’s party was gatecrashed, and they’ve taken all our stuff! Call the police!” He rushed into the sitting room, shouting frantically. “Kayla! Kayla! What the fuck happened he…” He stopped in his tracks. His jaw fell so slack it nearly hit the floor. His 18 year old daughter lay sprawled out on the carpet, naked as the day she was born, her blonde locks dishevelled, her makeup running down her face, her skin and hair covered in semen, more oozing from her vagina and asshole, the carpet soaked with her squirt fluids. “K-Kayla…?” James stammered, as Michelle followed in behind, wearing much the same expression as her husband. “Oh hey dad, mom” Kayla replied breathily, a broad grin stretched across her messy face. “You were right, this party was awesome. Can I have another one for my birthday?”There we go…

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