Don Keller tried calling Val several times on Saturday, but there was never any answer. She hadn't shown up for work the previous day and he was growing worried about her. He wanted to make sure she was all right. He was about to drive over to her apartment when Roger Kerr called to remind him of another party at his house. His girlfriend Jean had finally moved out and Roger was celebrating the occasion with some of his friends.
Don really wasn't in the mood for another party. He didn't enjoy socializing much to start with, and this evening he was more interested in checking up on Val. But it occurred to him that Val might be there, as she had been last week. And if she wasn't, well he would stay at Roger's only a few minutes, then go to Val's place later.
Once he arrived he was surprised to find the house full of men. There was Roger and Sid Cooke and half a dozen other male teachers, as well as some fellows Don had never seen before. But there were no women. No wives, no girlfriends, nothing. It hadn't occurred to Don that this was a stag party, or he wouldn't have bothered coming. Most of the men were already drunk and very noisy.
He asked Roger what the occasion was, and whether or not one of the men was getting married, or something. Roger said he was celebrating his new freedom, and it was as simple as that. He had the whole house to himself for the first time. There would be lots of parties from now on, with all the women you could want. But tonight was just for the boys. No women allowed.
"Who needs 'em?" Sid Cooke put in, grabbing Don by the arm. "Come see what we have instead. You'll be real interested in this. I did this especially for tonight."
He pulled Don into the room that Roger used as a study. It was dim and smoke-filled. Several of the men were facing a huge TV set, watching a porno film flash across the screen. They laughed and made lewd comments as the action unfolded. Don sighed and turned immediately to leave. He wasn't in the mood for this. He had to find Val. He had to make sure she was okay.
But just as he loosened his arm from Sid's grip, he noticed something about the girl in the movie. The camera was focused on her lovely tits and Don swore he recognized them. They were big and full and heavy and had thick, swollen nipples. His heart pounded as he watched the camera drift slowly up toward her face. Then his mouth went dry and he couldn't move.
He had never seen Val looking lovelier. Her eyes gleamed with life and pleasure. Her face shone as if she was having some wonderful dream. Her mouth was open slightly and the full lips shone over her white teeth. The only thing out of the ordinary was that she had two huge ugly cocks butted together in front of her face. She was licking the cockheads, sticking her tongue out and curling it every which way over the two swollen pricks.
"Go for it, baby! Suck them cocks!" someone yelled. The other men in the room snickered and laughed.
"Isn't that the little slut that just started teaching last month?" someone else wanted to know. "Hey Sid, how did you get a hold of this stuff?"
"I'm not telling," Sid leered. "Isn't she something though?"
Don was rooted to the spot. He simply could not move. He glared at the TV screen in amazement, as if he was seeing some wild and exotic creature for the first time. His mind was racing and his heart pounded. He wondered if there was some mistake, if the girl in the movie just looked like Val. But deep down he knew there was no mistake.
"What a cock-sucker! Look at her suck!" someone grunted.
"She's going for the balls! Look at her go!" commented someone else.
Don watched miserably as Val sucked first one cock then the other. Then he stared with the others as she snuffled her mouth about beneath both of the huge cocks, licking and sucking each dangling ball in turn. When had all this happened, he wondered. And why the fuck had she ever consented to let herself be filmed? What kind of girl was she? Was she nuts or what?
There were muffled grunts and groans on the soundtrack of the film, and occasionally a spoken order of some kind which was barely audible. It was a crude piece of work, obviously home-made. But Val was so lovely, so sexy, and she was so clearly enjoying every minute with the big cocks, that the whole thing was very effective. There, were grunts and groans from the men watching as well.
What really made them groan though was what she did next. Facing the camera fully, and with the lewdest, most teasing smile on her lips, she began rubbing the cockheads into her face, greasing herself up with clear globs of fluid that oozed from each prick tip. Then she spoke, and her words were the first that could be heard clearly.
"I love cock!" she moaned. "I'm crazy about cock! Big stiff swollen cocks! I love 'em! Oh fuck! Oh cock-sucker!"
Don wanted to leave. He really had to leave. How much of this could a man take? That wasn't just some sleazy slut actress up there on the screen rubbing cocks into her face. It was Val, the lady he liked and cared for more than anyone in the world right now. He had been thinking of her more and more lately, dreaming romantic dreams about her. How could he stand there and watch this filthy display?
Yet he couldn't move. He stood there and watched with the others as the men on screen made lewd comments about her, twisted her this way and that on the bed, shoved their huge ugly cocks into her mouth and up her cunt. She was fucking both men at the same time. She had a cock up her cunt and one in her face. Was there nothing she wouldn't do?
Apparently not. For in the very next sequence, she was sandwiched between the two men. One had his cock up her pussy, the other had his buried up her ass. She was humping the two of them, letting two horny studs double-stump her. Both cocks disappeared completely up her fuck-holes and she writhed about as if she'd never felt anything so good in her whole life.
And she was begging them for more. "Fuck me! Split me in half! Cram me full of cock!" she pleaded. Don felt his stomach churn over weirdly.
But he also felt something else and this made him blush with shame. His cock began to twitch inside his pants and to his amazement, it started rising, growing stiff in his crotch. He couldn't believe it. How could he get a hard-on at a time like this? Was he some kind of animal? The girl he cared about most in the world was getting gang-banged on the TV screen and he was getting a hard-on!
"Look at her go! What a fucking slut!" someone grunted.
"This little tramp really craves her cock," someone else put in. The voices were hoarse and tense, as if the men in the room were having a hard time keeping control of themselves.
Then there were more deep moans and groans as a third big cock was thrust into Val's face and she began to suck it eagerly. A few of the men began fondling their cocks through their pants. They all shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. Don felt his prick rise higher and higher in his slacks.
Three cocks, he muttered softly to himself, his eyes locked on the screen. Val, who he wanted for his girlfriend, writhing about on the screen with three big ugly cocks embedded inside her. How could he ever face her after seeing this? What would he ever say to her? She was like a person he didn't even know. She was a stranger to him.
He continued watching, in a daze, as all the cocks were pulled from her fuck-holes at last. Then he stared in amazement along with the others as her face filled the entire screen with the three bloated cocks thrusting and jerking inches from it. He stopped listening to the dirty comments all the men were making and simply waited for what he knew would come next.
And when it did, when all the silvery white spurts of cum splattered into her face, he was amazed that he didn't feel miserable any more. He didn't feel angry either. He simply watched the screen in silence, his cock a towering column of flesh in his pants. He watched as jet after jet of steaming silver spunk bounced and jumped about on her face like mercury over glass.
It went on for so long. He was stunned at the huge amounts of cum each man seemed to have. And he was fascinated at the way every last jet seemed to splat straight into her face without a miss. He watched her mouth fill up, studied the streaks and globs splattering her cheeks and nose and forehead. It was a wild, unusual scene, and he'd never seen anything like it.
Sid had moved over to the video machine, and every so often now he stopped it, froze the frame on the screen. For seconds that seemed like hours, to Don, Val's lovely splattered face filled the screen. Gobs and streamers of silver cum gleamed on her face drooled down her cheeks like hot wax ribbons of white cream were caught in mid-spurt before splashing down onto her. Don gazed at the TV in amazement.
"What a cum-bath! This little slut really loves her jizz!" a hoarse voice put in.
"Look at her suck it! Watch her gulp it down!" someone else added.
Don stared at the screen while his cock throbbed in his pants. Two of the cocks had just spurted jets of cum which hung frozen in the air while Sid stopped the video machine yet again. Val waited patiently, her face crisscrossed with strings of silver, her eyes and mouth clogged full of cream. Sid started the machine once more and the jizz ropes snapped and cascaded down into her face.
"Look at the little tramp! She's fucking covered in cum!" someone yelled.
"What a slut! What a hot, sleazy little cocksucker!" another voice added.
All at once Don couldn't stand still. Just as before he couldn't move, now he couldn't bear to stay. He turned on his heel, blundered out the door and down the hall. He heard more lewd comments as he stumbled through the living room and on out the front door. Even when he was in his car spinning down the road their voices kept echoing through his head. He couldn't stop them.
"Slut, cock-sucker, sleazy bitch," he repeated to himself, driving wildly. "Cunt, pussy, cock-sucking tramp."
He wasn't aware of heading anywhere, but soon he was pulling up in front of Val's apartment building. He parked clumsily, just missing the fender of a sports car sitting at the curb. Then he was dashing up the walkway, striding down the ball, pounding on Val's door with his fist. A neighbor two doors down stuck his head out into the hall and glared angrily at him.
Then Val was standing there on the threshold, holding the door open and staring at him with her wide blue eyes. Don gasped and gripped the door jamb. For she was standing there wearing nothing but her black garter belt and dark stockings, decked out for all the world to see like some whore or porno star. Her big tits jutting on her chest like melons, their nipples jutting up high to the ceiling.
"Don! I was just getting dressed to go out. Come on in. How good to see you." She ushered him inside and closed the door behind them. She followed him through to the living room, her ass cheeks flexing.
"Is that the way you always answer the fucking door?" he snapped. "You always… dress like a whore and open the door to strangers?"
She looked at him quickly. "But, Don, you're not a stranger."
"I might have been. You didn't know who the fuck it was. I guess it didn't matter, did it? One cock's as good as another to a cocksucking slut like you, isn't it?"
"Don, why are you being so mean? What's the matter with you?" she purred.
"And where the fuck were you planning on going tonight? Were you going downtown to pick up guys in bars, or were you going to make another porno movie for your asshole friend Sid?"
"You saw…" she began. So that was it. Don had seen the dirty tape Sid had made of her. She watched him pace around the room.
"Fucking right I saw. And about a dozen other guys besides. You're going to be real popular in school after this. You're going to have more cocks offered you than you can handle. What are you going to do about them? How will you handle them all?"
"Don…" she murmured, suddenly wishing she weren't all dressed up in black garter belt and stockings. She wished she was wasting a virginal white dress and no make-up. "What a jerk I've been! I thought we had something special. I thought you really liked me!"
"I do! I do really like you! But you said I could do what I wanted! You said you wanted me to have my freedom!"
"I didn't think you'd go off fucking and sucking three guys at the same time! I didn't think you'd let them make dirty movies with you! Jesus Christ!"
"Don, this is silly. Why don't we be friends?" she said.
She suddenly saw only one way out of this. There was only one way to stop him yelling at her and get her off the hook. She dropped to her knees on the carpet. She began fumbling with his belt and, fly.
"What the fuck are you doing? What is this?" he grunted.
He knew he should stop her. He wouldn't be able to argue with her with his pants to his knees and his cock in her mouth. But he did nothing.
"Let me suck you off," she whispered. "I don't want you to be upset. I'll suck you off and everything will be all right, you'll see."
His pants were open and she was shoving them down to his ankles. His shorts soon followed and she gripped his still half-hard cock and shucked it up and down in her fist. She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes, licked her lips, smiled at him. She had just applied make-up, and her bright red lips shone in a sexy oval.
"I'll do anything for you, you'll see," she murmured. "I'll suck you off. I'll let you come in my mouth. I'll let you come in my face, if you want, just like those guys in the movie. I'll make you forget everything."
"Val, I've just spent the last few minutes in a roomful of horny men. They were watching you fuck and suck three guys at the same time. They were calling you slut and cunt and cocksucker and watching while three men jerked off into your face. How can things be the same after that? How can they?"
"What do those guys matter? Who cares about them? All that matters is cock… cock…"
She bent her head, stuck out her tongue, slipped the head of his cock and three inches of shaft between her red painted lips. She began to suck him drawing his cock into her mouth an inch at a time and pumping the base in her fist. Her checks swelled out and then hollowed. Her tongue flicked every which way on his swollen cockhead.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she crooned, working her mouth up and down on his cock.
He was nearly fully hard already, and she could feel pre-cum juice oozing out into her throat. Sid's dirty tape must have really turned him on.
"We can't just ignore what you've done and pretend it never happened," he croaked, trying his best to keep control of himself. "We can't."
His voice trailed off as yet another inch of thick cock drilled into her mouth. Her fist shucked his prick up and down mercilessly, and her free hand tickled and teased his dangling balls. Each time she raised up and only the head of his cock remained in her mouth, she used her tongue to curl around and around it while she bathed it in the warmth of her face.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. She felt the tremors at the base of his prick.
It might not work, she realized. She might suck him off only to have him begin yelling and cursing her all over again. He might never forgive her for what she had done. But she wanted to try to keep Don around. He was nice, he was reliable, and if she ever wanted to get married, he'd be the type of guy she'd choose.
But if he didn't want ever to see her again after tonight, she'd manage, she'd get by. For now she had a wider range of experience. Crazy Sid had put her in touch with her deep and powerful sexuality and she knew she'd always have men in her life, lots of them. She loved cock too much to give it up for one guy.
She drove her mouth down over his prick one more time and Don spurted.