Baumgartner Generations: Henry

Chapter Three

They say men hit their sexual peak at eighteen, Henry thought, watching his fellow pledges, seeing their dicks slowly getting hard again, while at the same time trying to seem as if he wasn’t paying attention. I hope I haven’t hit mine yet.

Someone had turned up the sound on the television and the two women were on their knees in front of the guy now, giving him a hell of a blowjob. The blonde’s mouth was lipstick-red, but the redhead’s was pink and open, soft and natural, her tongue licking at the cock on the screen like she was trying to catch all the drips on a melting ice cream cone.

Henry’s dick began to jerk to life again, even without any aid. Condoms were passed out once more, and Marcus stood at the end of the shortened aisle of chairs holding a Fleshlight in each hand like a bizarre double-fisted Statue of Liberty. For a moment, Henry couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just masturbated naked in a room full of other guys-and was about to do it again.

But he wanted to win.

Maybe it was just the peer pressure. Or maybe it was Dean sitting across from him-again, directly across from him! He’d even seen his roommate move his chair so it would work out that way, like he wanted to be in direct competition. Well fine. If that’s what he wanted, that’s what he was going to get, Henry decided, wrapping his hand around the expanding length of his cock and squeezing.

He gazed up at the television screen for inspiration. Damn, but that redhead looked like Libby. He wondered briefly if Dean had planned this, even down to the porn choice-but how much influence could he have? He was a pledge, too, after all. Had he known about this, though? Somehow Henry just had a feeling…

The first two guys were condomed up and ready to go, although he didn’t know if they were going to last very long. Neither had gotten a chance to fuck the sex toy in the first round, because the guy they’d been paired up with had been disqualified. Marcus handed each of them a Fleshlight and they all watched, the eight in chairs and the crowd of guys surrounding them, as the two pledges poised their dicks right at the entrance of each toy.

Just like a pussy, Henry thought again. The feeling had been so real, so different from a hand or a mouth, it was staggering. It triggered something primal in his brain, something deep and uncontrollable, seeing something so realistic, watching a hard cock parting the flesh-like wetness, ready to enter. He knew it wasn’t real, but oh, it looked and felt so real, he could almost believe it.

It seemed to provoke something primitive in all of them as Marcus counted down the beginning of the round with a “Mark, set, go!” and they were off. Not just the two holding the toy, but all the guys, even the ones standing out of this round. Many of them had their hands between their legs, pumping their cocks as they watched, and even the older frat guys were rubbing at their clothed crotches.

Henry had been right-the first two guys didn’t take long at all. He couldn’t see the guy in his own row very well, but he could hear the Fleshlight’s natural suction and see it flying up and down his cock. The first guy across from him, though, an Asian guy with long dark hair that didn’t quite cover the way he was biting his lip, his face twisted in pleasure as he rocked his hips up against the toy in his hands.

The chant was building again: “Come! Come! Come!” Both pledges did their best to comply, but it was the Asian kid who made it there first, his hips thrusting up so far into the air when he climaxed, his ass came right off the chair. The other guy, probably prompted by the sound of his fraternity brother’s orgasm, erupted immediately after him, but it was too late. Looking embarrassed but proud, the Asian guy stood and pulled off his condom and held it up, his cock still dripping cum down between his feet.

“Goddamn!” Marcus slapped the pledge on the back. “We’ve got our first round-two winner!”

Which meant Henry had two more of those to get through before it was his turn. His cock was so hard in his fist he felt like he could have mined diamonds with it. He knew his body well enough to know he could come twice pretty quickly. In fact, if he had enough stimulation, he could come just minutes after the first. He’d just done it early this morning, the light faint through the blinds, biting his lip to keep quiet and not wake Dean as he imagined coming first all over the soft, pale skin of Libby’s belly and then into her sweet, pouty mouth.

The problem for Henry wasn’t whether or not he could get hard and come twice so quickly. The problem was going to be holding back until he could get his hands on the Fleshlight again. He didn’t, however, know if he could do it a third time. And a fourth? Impossible.

Henry had already put his condom on, hoping the tight end near the base might help him hold back. The next two guys, he knew, would take longer, because they’d both gotten off in round one.

“On your mark…get set…go!”

Henry watched his dorm mate, Bel, slide the Fleshlight slowly down, letting it envelop his shaft. Not gonna win that way, he thought, but then it occurred to him that Bel was likely a virgin and had probably never been inside a woman before. No wonder he was savoring the sensation.

Bel had gone off like a rocket the first time, but he was clearly determined not to go so fast this round. He moved it slow and easy, eyes closed, taking it all the way up so the silicone pussy lips rubbed the head of his cock and then sliding it all the way back down again, grinding his hips, as if he could push in any deeper.

Across from him, the guy with the tribal tattoo on his forearm was pumping his fist, his breath coming hard and fast. That’s how I have to do it a second time, too, Henry thought, watching the pistoning action out of the corner of his eye, too fascinated by Bel’s restraint to stop watching him.

Bel’s mouth was open, eyes closed, head back, his cock just gone, buried into the deep recesses of the simulated pussy shoved against his pelvis, hips rocking, and Henry tried to imagine how it must feel, all those lubricated ridges in there nuzzling the sensitive head of his dick.

I have to own that thing.

A low moan started in Bel’s throat and, across from him, the tribal tattoo guy’s muscles were tight, his eyes closed too, his body literally shaking with his impending orgasm. They were close. They were both close-one fucking himself like a rabbit, the other going at a turtle’s pace-and yet they were going to arrive at the same destination any minute now.

“Come! Come! Come!”

They were coming, all around.

As the chant began, Henry heard a loud groan behind him as another pledge lost it, jerking his cock to a shuddering completion. Like firecrackers going off, it began to happen across from him, cum running in rivers down their thighs or splashed onto the backs of chairs. His cock throbbed. It ached. It begged to be touched.

“Oh! Oh!” It was Bel-what was he doing? He slid out of the chair to kneel on the floor, both hands on the Fleshlight as he shoved his hips up and forward, making low grunting sounds with every movement. The crowd roared their approval but Bel didn’t even hear them.

“Ahhhhhh!” Tattoo guy was close. Really close. This was a hell of a tight race. Henry would have laughed at his own pun if his cock hadn’t felt swollen to ten times its normal size between his legs. He didn’t dare touch it now.

“Fuck that little pussy,” Bel murmured, totally lost in whatever fantasy was playing in his head. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so strangely arousing. Here he was watching his dorm mate get himself off, his skinny arms straining with the effort, the white expanse of his belly practically concave, and Henry’s own cock was as hard as it had ever been. What was wrong with this picture?

“Oh god I’m gonna come inside that hot… ahhhh… fucking… ahhhh… hole… ohhhhHHH!”

Bel’s gonna win, Henry realized, glancing over at the tattoo guy, his face red, his cock and balls, too, the wet suction sound of the toy loud and fast. The turtle’s gonna win the race!

“Fucking pussy!” Bel cried, arching his back and thrusting deep. “Oh that fucking tight cunt!” He growled like an animal, his whole body convulsing as he came, and Henry couldn’t help but wonder what girl he might be imagining, just whose pussy he was filling as he gritted his teeth and gave it everything he had.

More guys were going off around them, jerking their dicks fast and furious. Henry swallowed as, down his row, the tattoo guy finally got off, hips jerking, twisting the sex toy around on his dick again and again as he shot his load into it. There’s something a real pussy can’t do, Henry thought, as the tattooed guy twisted the toy right off to reveal his thick cock, the condom on it wet and filled with cum.

“Winner!” The frat brother behind Bel announced. Bel had finally given up the toy, reluctantly slipping it off the end of his cock and peeling down the condom. Bel threw himself happily back into his chair, still panting, the guys all cheering and pumping their fists-the ones not wrapped around their dicks, anyway.

Well, actually, they were pumping those, too…

“Next pair up!” Marcus took the Fleshlights, stepping down the line.

Henry glanced next to him at the guy with the frizzy red hair, the one that made him think that if Carrot Top and Danny Bonaduce ever had a kid together, he would be it. Cody was across from him, sitting next to Dean. Henry avoided his roommate’s gaze, but he could see Dean had started already, fisting his cock and jerking it as he watched the next two pledges each take a Fleshlight and poise them above their condom-covered dicks.

By the time Marcus said, “Go!” Cody was already moaning, his eyes wide at first when he slipped into the wet recesses of the sex toy, and then closing in pure delight. He hadn’t had the chance to fuck it yet and Henry stared, fascinated, as Cody caught a quick rhythm, the low groan in his voice building to a growl. It was hardly fair, considering Carrot Top had come once already, but it was over almost before it began.

“Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god! That’s too good!”

The whole room laughed and brayed in agreement as Cody grunted and thrust deep, shuddering as he came. The redheaded kid was jerking himself with the toy as fast as he could, but it was no use. Cody’s condom was off already, his cock wilting as he was declared the winner.

But the redheaded kid wasn’t giving up. He was inside the thing now, and he wanted to finish. Not that Henry could blame him.

“Come! Come! Come!” The chant started again and behind him, Henry heard another groan as someone else obeyed.

“Goddamn!” Carrot Top turned his head toward the television screen for incentive. The blonde was sitting on the guy’s face, rubbing her pussy all over his tongue, while the redhead sat up on his dick, riding him. The camera moved in for a close-up on the blonde’s shaved pussy and Henry couldn’t help but make the comparison between toy and cunt. Pink and wet and open and waiting…

Fuck.

Henry had to turn his head when the camera moved in on the other girl, the redhead who resembled Libby. Her pussy was stretched with the guy’s cock, her fingers down there rubbing her little clit, nipples hard, the skin around them puckered. He could barely stand to listen to her soft cries of pleasure over the roomful of whistles and shouts, guys urging Carrot Top on.

“Yeah!” Carrot Top stood, facing the television, blocking Henry’s view, and he was glad. He could barely catch his breath as it was, his own cock pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. “Take that, bitch! Take that up your hot little snatch!”

Henry gulped as everyone around him exploded in approval. This was getting really out of hand. Henry, quit with the puns, he told himself, closing his eyes and trying to breathe normally. It wasn’t easy.

“Last two!”

Henry barely heard him, but he took the Fleshlight, eyes still closed. He knew Dean was getting ready right across the aisle, but he didn’t focus there. He did it all by feel, sliding his fingers through the toy’s little slit, finding the hole. Oh, yes. Those wet open lips, that tight sleeve. That’s just where his cock wanted to go.

“Ready.” Yeah. Fuck yeah.

“Set.” Right there. Oh that sweet pussy is mine. All mine.

“Go!”

It was seconds, just seconds. Maybe thirty, even with the slight loss of sensation because of the condom. He pumped his fist fiercely, his cock swollen to bursting, and silently mouthed her name. And then he was coming, not inside of her, not on her, not with her, but for her, everything for her, his toes curling, pelvis thrust up like an offering.

“Winner!”

His ears were ringing too much for him to really hear, but he tied his condom up with shaking hands and tossed it into the trashcan making its way down the line. He didn’t see Dean glaring at him until they got up to rearrange the chairs again. He didn’t look happy. In fact, he seemed really pissed off.

But when Dean noticed Henry looking, he saluted. Henry shrugged back.

“Now it gets tough.” Marcus passed out more condoms.

Henry studied his poor, withered, wet cock. He couldn’t get the condom on now if he tried. Way too soft.

“But we have incentive for the four guys who’ve made it this far!” Marcus signaled toward the door and one of the frat brothers opened it and peeked out.

Henry’s jaw dropped when a woman, a real, live woman, walked into the room. She was dressed up like a goth girl, her hair streaked half black, half red, her lips and fingernails painted dark. She wore a black corset and fishnet stockings with garters that were mostly covered by patent leather boots that went far up on her thighs. But she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were big, heavy, the nipples fat and a dark, dark brown. And she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pubic hair was shaved into a dark landing strip just above her bare mound.

She strutted past them, snapping her gum, and then turned and paced back toward the place where she’d come in, the door closed now. Back and forth, like a panther, and they were all struck silent by her presence. They had become predators and she the prey. Even Henry felt himself leaning forward, his pupils dilating in excitement. To hell with plastic pussy. This was the real thing!

Then she stopped in the middle of the row of chairs, turning toward Henry’s side. Her face was pretty, her eyes dark and round. She half-smiled at him as she bent forward, her breasts swaying, reaching behind and smacking her ass, first with one hand, then with the other. Henry heard the guys on the other side gasp.

Then she was turning again, the other way this time, and he saw her own handprints on the white globes of her behind as she bent, showing his row what she had just shown them. He gaped as she did it again, one hand, then the other, using them to spread her pussy and ass open for them to see.

“Holy fuck.” Cody gulped beside him. Henry was up against the Asian kid this time. Cody got Carrot Top again. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Henry couldn’t have agreed more. He’d been to strip clubs before. They’d gone during his senior year in high school, even though he’d had to procure fake I.D. for the venture. He’d been in the company of strippers. He knew how it worked, he knew all the rules. This woman…this girl…she wasn’t a stripper. Strippers didn’t…

“Want to touch it?” Her voice was low, husky, and it sent a shiver through him as she looked back over her shoulder at his row. “You can touch it if you want.”

She took a step toward them in those incredible fucking boots and Henry’s jaw dropped when she straddled his thigh, putting her arms around his neck and rubbing her pussy against his leg. Jesus, it was so hot — her cunt was on fire!

“You want to feel a real pussy?” she whispered, grabbing his hand and guiding it between her legs. “Touch it.”

Henry did as he was told, groaning as his fingers moved over her lips, parting them and finding wetness. He whimpered when she stood, swinging her leg over Cody’s and letting him feel. His eyes were glazed. Henry knew just how he felt. When she stepped over to the other side of the aisle, he noticed how the entire group watched her, how much they all wanted her.

She’s a hen in a fox house, he thought as the Asian guy got his feel, grabbing her breast in his hand as well. Why didn’t I think of doing that?

“Okay, boys, that’s it.” She turned to face the room. “No more touching. Got it?”

Like she could stop us? Henry felt that energy emanating from every guy in the room. It was crazy. Even guys who had come twice already were hard again. Henry was too, his cock responding without any thought at all. His body wanted what it wanted. And it wanted it now.

“No more touching during this round.” Marcus took a step toward her, putting an arm around her waist. She smiled up at him, her eyes softening, and Henry understood. She was with Marcus. That much was clear. But Henry couldn’t help thinking, this round? Did that mean they could touch her during the next one?

Oh please, God, let it be so.

He had to make it to the next round. He just had to.

“Val is going to give you all a little show for the next round.”

An air mattress got pulled in from the hallway and put on the floor between the chairs. Henry watched, they all did, as Val unzipped her boots, taking her time, her legs finally revealed, the fishnets torn and held together in places by safety pins. Then she crawled onto the mattress, turning herself over and spreading her legs.

“Ready?” Marcus handed the Fleshlights to the first two pledges-Cody and Carrot Top. Thank god I don’t have to go first, Henry thought, although his hand was already moving on his cock. It was getting harder by the minute as he watched Val’s hands running over her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

“Set…”

Cody and Carrot Top were already hard enough to roll on their condoms. The porno was still running on the television-the scene had changed from the redhead and the blonde to something else-but no one was paying attention. It was amazing how focused an entire room full of men could be on one woman.

“Go!”

That was an understatement. The whole room was going. It was vibrating with excitement. The place had a thick smell now. It was the masculine smell of sweat and sex and cum. But there was a new scent in the mix, something more delicate, a uniquely feminine smell that made his nostrils flare and his heart pound.

Val moaned softly as she rubbed her nipples, her legs wide open. He could see her pussy, the lips totally shaved, the pink inside showing. Cody and Carrot Top were fucking themselves with the Fleshlights, and now Henry knew just what they were fantasizing about. She had every gaze in the room on her as she began to finger her pussy.

“That’s a girl.” Marcus smiled and Henry wondered at his generosity. If it had been his girl, he didn’t think he would have allowed such a thing.

“Ohhh, yes, that’s so good.” Val was like a cat purring as she parted her pussy for all of them to see, her fingers delving deeper. “I wish I had a nice, big cock inside of me.”

Her words made Henry’s balls ache and his mouth water. The girl wasn’t just flirting with danger, she was jumping on it. Okay, so her boyfriend was a giant, but he was only one guy. What if this whole room of men just decided to…pounce? Because he knew that’s what he wanted to do. And it had to be what every guy here wanted, too.

“Oh baby, right there,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster. “Fuck me good and hard!”

Cody was watching her through half-closed eyes, fist pumping. He was cupping his balls with his other hand, as if he could force his cum out by squeezing them. He had an even better view of Val’s pussy than Henry did, and that’s just where his gaze was focused. Not that the rest of them weren’t all doing the same thing. Even the clothed guys had unzipped their pants and taken out their cocks. There wasn’t a man there who wasn’t out and stroking it, aside from Marcus, and Henry marveled at his self-control.

“That’s it, just like that.” Val’s breasts moved as she rocked on the mattress, fucking her own hand. “I want that big cock in my pussy. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my ass.”

Henry rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb, shivering at the sensation. There was something about her. Maybe it was just being in the midst of a group of hungry wolves, but he didn’t just want this girl. He didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to take her. Make her his. He wanted to own her. It scared and excited him at the same time.

“I love all those beautiful cocks.” She opened her eyes and studied him. Looked right at him, then at the cock in his hand. “Look how big and hard they are. Jerk yourself off, baby, yeah, just like that.” Her gaze shifted, moving all around the room. It was a huge circle jerk now, all of them stroking for her, wanting her.

“You wanna come for me?” Val lifted her fingers to her mouth, her soaking wet fingers, and Henry heard a guy behind him groan. “Where do you want to come? All over my face?” She rubbed her juices there. “My tits?” She lifted them, squeezed, hard, let them fall. “My cunt?” And her fingers were back there, rubbing, spreading, showing them. “You want to come inside this hot little pussy?”

“Yeah!” Cody stood, moving toward her. Marcus took a step forward but Cody stopped, his attention focused on her as he fucked the Fleshlight. He was imagining it, Henry just knew it, seeing her spread open like that, he was fucking Val, shoving himself in as hard and as deep as he could. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come inside you!”

And then he did, his body arching, the toy slammed all the way down to his pubic bone. Val moaned, her eyes bright, watching him come. Not to be outdone, Carrot Top jumped up, too, growling as he looked down at her spread open pussy. She bit her lip, focusing on Carrot Top as Cody was declared the winner.

“That’s right,” she murmured, watching him fuck himself. “Slam my pussy. Do it hard. Come up inside me. Fill me!”

He groaned, thrusting, as Val pulled her legs back, showing him just where, and he came, too, shuddering and collapsing to his knees.

Henry was ready. He couldn’t believe it, but he was ready to come a third time. His balls were swollen as he tugged the condom on, taking the Fleshlight from Marcus and considering his opponent. It was the Asian kid this time, and it appeared that he was ready, too.

“Come on, boys,” Val murmured, turning onto her belly. Henry watched as she arched her back, reaching underneath to spread herself for them. “Stick it in and fuck me. I want all of you.”

Behind him, someone else let out a frustrated groan, but he was too focused on the task at hand. He had to get to the next round. Maybe they were allowed to touch her in the next round. Or maybe she was allowed to touch them. All he had to do was come. He just hoped he had some of the stuff left to deposit in the condom!

“Ooooo that’s a good boy.” Val watched the Asian kid as he stood over her, stroking fast. The Fleshlight was a blur on his cock. “Does it feel just like a real pussy?”

He grunted, giving a brief nod and going even faster.

“Think it feels as good as mine?” Val turned her face to Henry now, still fingering herself. He was sure it wasn’t quite as good, but it was good. Really fucking good. Did he want to crawl behind her, toss off the toy, and plunge into her cunt? Hell yes. But if he couldn’t do that, this was the next best thing. And it was sure as hell better than jerking off with his hand.

Henry knelt, frustrated that his body wouldn’t cooperate. He felt so close, so very close, and yet he couldn’t quite push himself over. He watched Val’s face, her eyes closing as she touched herself, her mouth open in a delightful “O.”

“I want you to come.” Henry leaned in to tell her, not touching, but close.

“For real?” Her eyes widened in surprise and he felt his cock swelling just at the thought.

“Do it,” he said. “For real.”

He could tell she was getting off on this. She really liked it, being surrounded by all these guys watching her, all jerking off. He wanted to see her get off for real.

Val’s hips dropped and she began to touch herself. Henry couldn’t see-her pussy was at the wrong angle-but he didn’t care. It was her face he wanted to watch. Her tongue moved out to lick her lower lip and her cheeks began to flush as she rubbed herself faster and faster. The motion increased, her body swaying, rocking.

“That’s it.” Henry twisted the toy around his cock, moaning. Fuck, that was incredible! Every ridge inside the sleeve massaged him as he turned it again, making him quiver. “Make yourself come. Do it for me.”

“Oh yes.” Her eyes were closed, mouth open, breath coming faster, faster. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. “Oh, it’s so close.”

Yes, it was. Henry’s balls drew up tight. So very close. Across from him, he heard the Asian kid groan. Fuck!

“I’m gonna commmmme!” Val moaned, her hips rocking, biting her lip, her brow crinkling. He could see the pleasure on her face, could read it clearly, more clearly than he’d ever read anything, including words. This was a language he understood completely.

“Me, too,” he whispered, never taking his gaze from her face as he came, the spasms rocking his body. When Val opened her eyes, they’d already declared Henry the winner and she was smiling at him.

“I give up.” The Asian guy pulled the toy and the condom off. He hadn’t made it to orgasm number three.

Then there were two.

Marcus had them move the mattress and put two chairs across from each other. The excitement in the room was palpable. This was the last round, and Henry knew he’d won at least one of the Fleshlights. He didn’t care about the porn collection. He didn’t really even care about the Fleshlight that much anymore. He just wanted to find out what this round might entail.

“This round is different.” Marcus picked up the black bag and dropped both Fleshlights in. “Whoever gets hard first wins…and gets to fuck Val.”

Henry stared at him, sure he’d misheard. Then he looked over at Cody, whose eyes were lit up like stars. Oh no. Cody had only come twice. Henry had just finished a third time. How in the hell was he going to manage?

The guys around them went crazy at the thought, shoving and nudging the two of them in their chairs, saying things like “Lucky bastard!” and “Save some for me!” but Henry wasn’t paying attention to any of it really. There was no way. He would have to stand on his head to get his dick hard again.

And then Marcus surprised them. “Of course, you’ll have help.”

Val walked over, kneeling between the two chairs. Seeing her down there like that, her knees parted, her breasts shoved up by the corset, gave Henry some hope. His cock actually twitched. It didn’t do much more, but at least it was something.

“No way,” someone behind Henry murmured, but it was already happening. Val had Cody’s cock in one hand and Henry’s in the other. They were both soft. It wasn’t going to be easy. Of course, she was surrounded by plenty of guys with hard cocks who hadn’t come yet, who would be perfectly willing to take their places. That bolstered Henry.

“You like that?” Val’s hand was like velvet as she squeezed him, rubbing her thumb expertly over the head of his cock, hitting all the sensitive spots. He let out a whimper when she raked her fingernails lightly over his balls. Her other hand was busy in Cody’s lap, doing the same thing to him.

“I know you want my pussy.” She coaxed him, pulling on his cock like it was taffy, drawing him out. “I saw you looking at me.”

She was talking to both of them, turning her head back and forth, trying to pay equal attention, but he could have sworn she was talking just to him.

“That fake pussy doesn’t feel as good as mine, I bet.” Val let go of them both, sliding her hands between her legs and getting her fingers wet. Then she rubbed her juices over their cocks. Henry noticed how it made the head of his dick glisten.

“I want your cock,” she murmured, pulling, tugging. “I want it so bad. I have to feel you inside me.” Oh holy hell. He was starting to really feel something. Just the pleading sound of her voice was getting him hard again. He glanced over at Cody, but he was still just as soft as when she started. Henry figured he was about halfway there.

The crowd of guys noticed. They started chanting. “Hen-ry! Hen-ry! Hen-ry!”

“That’s it!” Val’s hand squeezed him, stroked him. She was excited to see him respond, and that made him even more aroused. She was still working on Cody, too, but it just wasn’t happening, and Henry made a mental note to thank his genes or God or something for his ability to get hard again so fast.

“I want to come all over your hard dick, baby,” Val urged, her eyes bright, and Henry moaned, beginning to thrust up into her hand. The whole crowd cheered and Val smiled, turning away from Cody and focusing her attention all on Henry. He gaped when she took her gum out and stuck it deliberately under his chair before taking his cock into her mouth.

“Oh man. No fair!” Henry recognized Dean’s voice and glanced up, seeing his roommate standing in the circle, watching.

But he didn’t have much more time to think about anything. Val sucked him until he was completely hard again, and they didn’t even get the mattress down on the floor. Instead, she climbed up into his lap, her breasts in his face, her pussy rubbing against his dick. She was very wet. She really came for me, he realized, and the thought made him crazy with lust. The crowd closed in on them, whooping, hollering, practically slobbering, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the girl in his lap.

“You’ve got a gorgeous cock.” Val whispered this in his ear. “I want to come all over it.”

Henry couldn’t think of anything he wanted more. He leaned back, letting her lead. When she reached down to grab him, rolling yet another condom on, he took a deep breath, feeling her flesh give as she rubbed him up and down her slit. He’d won the sex toy, but he’d completely forgotten about everything but Val’s body, her eyes, the soft feel of her ass in his hands as he guided her down onto his cock.

And her pussy. Oh my god. There was nothing better. She rode him nice and slow at first and he could feel her breath, hear her soft moans and sighs. Then she really got into it, hips rolling, tongue slipping into his ear, teeth biting at his neck. He could barely hold onto her.

“Fuck me,” she insisted, climbing off his lap and turning around to bend over a chair. He was dazed, clearly too slow to respond, because hands moved him, nudged him out of his seat, and then he was standing behind her, thrusting deep into her cunt. “Oh yeah, baby, fuck me hard! Come on! Do it!”

He could barely breathe. She looked back at him, eyes half-closed, and he felt her hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit. Every time he thrust into her, his balls touched her there, a rhythmic sway. Henry observed his cock sliding into her, her hot pink center stretched open to take all of him, and he was lost. He gripped her hips, thrusting deep, and heard her moan loudly.

“Make me come!” she begged, panting, fucking him back. Oh god, this was it. He was going to die. “Make me come, please, please, make me come!”

He couldn’t hold back, not for a second. He growled and thrust and came and felt her whole pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice. Plastic pussies don’t do that, he thought, grunting with pleasure as he emptied himself completely, sure that there wasn’t an ounce of fluid left in his body to give.

When it was over, when she turned and kissed him, long and soft and oh, so slow, that’s when he thought he would wake up. He would find himself sitting upright in his dorm room bed, sweaty and hot and hard as a rock from this crazy-ass dream and then go back to sleep only to wake and tell Dean all about it in the morning.

But he wasn’t asleep. And Dean was standing across from him, grinning with so many teeth he resembled a shark. From the look on his roommate’s face, Henry had a sudden, sinking feeling that maybe it would have been better if he had been dreaming after all.