Chapter 2

Back and forth the slick pole went. Nothing hurt. It didn’t feel particularly huge or hard. Still, I knew all that slickness was from Mark and Charlie’s cum and Will was going to add more.

After that, what was obvious to both of them became obvious to my drunk self. Bud put his mushroom head right on my bung and pushed with his thumb. I complained, “Errg er gay mih Bud.”

The big head squeezed slowly past my ring then with a sudden pop it was inside, bringing slimey cum with it.

I howled. My scream turning to the retort that this was homoerotic: “Aaaah-faguhhty.”

Then the alcohol-numbed pain was gone. It hadn’t been that bad. I flopped down on the soiled pile of clothing in surrender.

Gradually Bud poked into my behind a little bit more with each attempt until eventually he was hovering over me in a push-up position. These early probes were no big deal, pleasant even.

I relaxed. I could handle this. The gentle stretching even felt kinda good. The gliding motion soothed the initial punch. I heard myself moan softly in pleasure.

Bud whispered near my ear, not that he would have been able to find it under all the coats that buried my upper body. “You like it, don’t you?”

What did I know in my partially conscious state? “Mmmm humm.”

Bud arched his back, driving his cock all the way. I felt his balls dipping down between my thighs. I felt his stomach flat on my body. And I felt him bottom out. Unfortunately, with this deeper penetration, his straight cock found a curve in my rectum it wouldn’t follow.

The pressure was intense. Every muscle in my body tightened, and my skin broke out in a cold sweat. I was relieved again when he pulled back.

I knew the following push was coming, but the intrusion felt sudden. He pounded my ass with unrelenting fervor. Every pull back allowed me to breathe easy, while every offensive made me clutch the blankets.

Faster and faster he went, until with a burning fury, Bud let loose, filling my virgin ass with a male ejaculation for the first time. Then he was gone.

Will was climbing on top as Bud was opening the door to leave. I heard a voice in the hall, “Hey, what’s going on in here?”

“Oh hey. Craig, Right? I was just leaving. But you’re free to take a turn at her.”

The latch clicked shut. And just who was Craig? This was my party in my house.

Meanwhile, Will wasted no time lining his fatter cock up with my abused chute. Exhausted as I was, I could do nothing to stop him.

Immediately I felt the wider girth. It was blunt and seemed to instantly get blocked. Will circled the rim and supporting his weight with one hand, grasped his shaft with the other. Guiding it in he pushed with his hips.

It was a steady onslaught but he persevered and forged a path with less difficulty than Bud had had. I feared the punch when it would pop my anal ring. But there was none.

The glide was silky smooth. The stretch was much greater than Bud’s but also felt nice.

But surely the deep foray behind enemy lines would be my undoing.

I sensed a presence at the side of the bed. It was Craig. Worried I would be discovered I used all my will to bury my head deeper. Craig spoke, “Who is she?”

“I don’t know. But she’s hot and she begged us to fuck her.”

Craig made an ‘um huh’ sound like he understood some deep truth. Will got a rhythm going. Then in a minute Craig asked, “Are you in her pussy, or asshole?”

“We’ve all been doing her ass, haven’t you heard the rumours all night?” Will ground against my distended hole yet it didn’t feel uncomfortably deep.

“Yea. I didn’t know she was real. Is she good?” I lay thinking that I was really good. The regular slip-sliding was proof that I was REAL good.

“She mostly just lies there. But how often do you find a smooth-assed girl that lets you fuck her tushy?”

Craig answered the previous question. “Never.”

Sloppy butter-churning sounds from my ass filled the room until Will offered, “If you squeeze me with your asshole I’ll give you four stars.”

“Where’s the lube?” Asked Craig casually.

“Oh, we’re just using the previous load.” He fucked my slushy hole a few more strokes. “You get used to it.”

I clenched my anus. Just to prove I was a good fuck.

“That’s right girl. Keep that up and I’ll give you my five day load.” I wanted his load. He made me want it.

Craig interrupted again, “You’re sure there’s no lube?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s too wet for a little more lube to make a difference.” Craig tsked disapprovingly. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it. She’s got an amazing bubble butt. The perfect balance of fat and muscle.”

I loved the compliment, and with my drunken stupor wearing off, I pushed back at Will with my ass.

“Now you’re on, Baby! Keep doing stuff like that.”

Will corkscrewed my ass, and I clenched and fucked back at him. The combination was incredibly stimulating.

Quietly, Will sunk into my being, jerking and spasming into my ass. I hadn’t felt Bud’s stuff, but I swear I felt the warmth from Will’s jets.

We groaned. He slumped on me for a minute, then withdrew slowly and sensually. If he had just kept going I would have cum just from the ass fucking.

It fell out, slapping heavily on one bun and leaving a wet streak. I missed it being in me. I wanted him to fuck me again.

Will kissed the small of my back, “Thanks, Honey. You were a doll.” His belt jingled when he picked up his pants. His shirt swished when he pulled it over his head.

Craig grabbed my ankles rudely, pulling me to the edge of the bed roughly so my knees were on the floor. I was aware enough now that I didn’t want him to see my balls when the girly panties fell to the floor.

It didn’t matter as he was on top of me in a flash. Pulling roughly on my shoulders right through the coats. He wormed his cock into my gaped crinkle faster than you can say Rumplestiltskin.

His dick was thinner than Will’s and shorter than Bud’s, but it hurt. With no technique he pistoned carelessly with a boring in and out. How did he manage to do it badly?

Three minutes later he was done. I wasn’t even sure he came except that he stopped fucking me.

With an ‘Eww’ he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and wiped his cock clean.

While he was doing that I dashed for the privacy of the master bath and the warmth of the shower.

Twenty minutes later I had rejoined the party. I searched every room to make sure no hapless girl was in jeopardy.

Frank pushed his phone in my face trying to hide what he was showing me from the nearby gaggle of girls, “Check this out. There’s a slut in the last bedroom who’s taking all cummers up the ass.”

In the video I saw Will sitting on my thighs trying to wedge his fat cock up my ass. I was quite impressed with his chub. No one would know it was Will from the close-up vid. But I knew. And my ass really did look girly.

A minute later Brandon pushed his way in to see Frank’s phone, “Awww, she IS hot. But she’s gone now. I Guess I missed her.”

I created a story to disguise any possibility that they would recognize me, “That’s Lana, she does stuff like that when she drinks too much.”

Frank and Brandon seemed genuinely bummed. Without thinking, I added, “You know, I’m having another party in a couple weeks.” Then crafting the lie quickly I went on, “But I lost money on the booze tonight. It’s gonna be a ten dollar cover.”

Brandon could barely hide his intentions, “Who cares? Will Lana be there?”

I shrugged, “She said so. But we’ll see…”

Now I just had to figure out how to make sure that Will was the only one to find my half passed out body.