Chapter 13

Olivia couldn’t believe it, but there it was, a text from Stacy saying she’d given in after spending the afternoon in her motel room having sex for money, and now she was willing to do whatever Carl wanted her to do.  It was very cool, she had her best friend back, and she was willing to finally be her partner in crime, although being available for whatever Carl wanted bothered her. 

Olivia had spent time before falling asleep thinking about that.  She wanted to do some of the crazy things she’d done in her dream, have sex with strangers at the mall, go to parties where she was to be the main attraction and have a huge orgy.  Go fuck homeless guys in downtown alleys, maybe even work as a stripper.  Ha ha, maybe even develop a serious coke habit!  Kidding! 

Olivia wanted to be everything she was becoming, and had Carl to thank for a lot of it, but she wanted some freedom of her own too.  Stacy could help her there, come up with some crazy ideas, some adventures they could go on.   Even something as simple as actually meeting up with the guys who’d responded to her original email.  It was an idea Stacy had, and even though they’d joked about it, at the time she couldn’t imagine having sex with all those guys, mostly because there were over five hundred respondents.  But now, something that crazy was within the realm of possibility.

Shit, Steve never came over last night she just realized.  The chime from Stacy’s text had been what had pulled her from her sleep, not a warm body next to her.  Hmm, I wonder what happened to him?  She had grown accustomed to waking up with him next to her, a very scary proposition of course for a girl her age, but it was growing on her nonetheless.

As Olivia looked at her phone, she noticed messages from her friends, and from some of the guys she’d been trying to hook back up with.  Right then she decided she needed to give her friends time too, even if it meant cutting into Carl’s planned sex time.  School would start back up again in a month and a half, and trying to explain why you disappeared for the whole summer to become a slut would be too hard to explain. 

The message from Carl was a strange one, it was a web link.  He was telling her check out a video.  Hmmm, I wonder what that’s all about?  In the back of her mind, Olivia was thinking it was the video Larry shot of her fucking the black guys in the alley, and it was on the net.  Her emotions were suddenly flying around, excitement, panic, pride.  What if somebody she knew saw the video?  What if tons of guys see it and want her too?  Well that would be extremely awesome.  What if guys are watching her fucking and jerking their cocks at the same time.  Olivia was suddenly feeling aroused by the thought of scores of guys jerking off while watching her get fucked.

Typing the link into her web browser, Olivia saw a number of pictures come up on the screen.  They were screen captures from a video.  It was some Asian woman sucking a bunch of cocks in one group of pictures, then in another, drinking what looked like a bowl of cum.  Holy shit!  That’s unbelievable!

Clicking on the link, Olivia selected to save the file and saw it was huge, over a gig!  That’ll take a while.

Olivia headed off to hang out with her mom while she waited for the file to download.

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“Carl, where did you find that video?  It was unreal!”

“You liked that huh?  I thought you might.  Give you any ideas?”

“I’ll say.  What was that trophy she was using, some kind of cock-sucking award?”

“Beats me, but the bowl on top made for a pretty good receptacle for all the spunk huh?  Think you’d want to give something like that a shot?”

“Hell yeah, but I was a little bummed, so many of those guys could barely shoot much out, kind of a disappointment.  I did like how they kept flashing the numbers up on the screen for all the cum shots she’d swallowed.  One hundred and sixty-eight is a ton.  I don’t know how you could get enough guys to beat that many loads, but a dozen Andy’s could easily fill more than those guys did.”

“Yeah, and those little Asian cocks sure look small huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.  They looked smaller than what I’m used to.  Imagine if that Asian slut saw Sam or Charles coming!  She’d shit!”

“Yep, so should we try and come up with something like that?”

“I’m game.  Where would you get all those guys from?”

“Well you don’t need to have all those guys lined up in a row.  You could just save it up over the course of a few days, and then drink it down.”

“Nah, tried that, it tastes gross when it’s cold.  Uhh, that’s not quite right, it tastes the same, it just gets a lot chunkier.  I’d rather have it fresh and warm.”

“Then we gotta get a bunch in one place then.  You want to use your email list again?  Or should we just go find a bunch of Asian guys who don’t mind jerking off in front of each other?” he said with a laugh.

“Like I said, we just need a couple of Andy’s, that guy from yesterday made so much, it was unbelievable how much came out of him.”

“Start with him, we’ll see if he calls and we’ll hook you up with him again today.  As far as the other guys, do you want to send out the invites?”

“You want to try this today?” Olivia asked.  

“Did you have any other plans?”

“Not really, but I was thinking about a few things…”

“Such as?”

“Well, I haven’t seen much of my friends, so I was thinking about taking a day off at least once or twice a week, and then maybe have a fun day, just for myself.  You know, invite a few of my new friends over to the motel just for some one on one fun, or three on one,” she said with a laugh.  “You know, not make it all about business every day.”

“I see…  Well, I suppose we can work something out.  I know, how about every day you take off, you owe me a day and on that day, I don’t share the money and I keep it all.  Sound like fun to you?”

“Not really,” she replied, sensing Carl was about to turn into the not-so-nice Carl.

“Yeah, that’s how I feel when you decide to drop all these new plans on me like that.  We have an opportunity here and when you suddenly decide our plan needs to change, it upsets the balance of things.”  Pausing for a moment, Carl collected his thoughts and continued on, “I understand you might need some time with your friends, and I can grant you that, and I can even see the attraction to some fun time having sex.  Maybe we compromise, on the days you work for money, we work you really hard from morning to night and make enough to make up for your slack-off time.”

“Carl, I’m sorry.  I can tell you’re upset.  I don’t need that much time off that we need to do something that drastic.  Maybe just a couple hours here and there, like an afternoon with my friends, or maybe I work the daytime and then go over to my friends after.  That sound okay?”

“Sure kid, now you’re seeing the big picture.  Now why don’t you see if you can wrangle up some guys and we’ll see if we can give that Asian bitch a run for her money?”

“Ok, are you going to film it?”

“Absolutely.”

“What time?”

“The sooner the better, say 3?”

“Ok, let me get working on it.”

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Olivia emailed and texted everyone on her lists and asked if they were available today to help her set a record for drinking cum.  It wasn’t really accurate, but if she said the guys would be on tape, probably nobody would show for fear of getting caught on video feeding semen to a twelve year old.

Olivia waited until her mother left for work before firing up the video once again.  The Asian girl was quite pretty considering what she was doing.  They showed her kneeling on a mat while guys came up to her from both sides, jerking their cocks into her face and shooting their jizz into her mouth. She’d swallow it down and then suck the ends of their cocks clean.  The best part was as each cock was spurting, they’d flash a number up onto the screen showing what number it was she was swallowing down.  The first thirty or so were just one guy after another, then they moved to guys shooting their cum into a bowl, and the girl dipping food into it and eating the cum coated food.  Thirty more guys contributed to the bowl.  She drank down the leftover cum from the bowl and then they cut to her getting fucked by some guy, while guy after guy stepped up and fired their cum into her mouth. 

The numbers kept climbing with her mouth getting filled with cum shot after cum shot while the same dude fucked her, up until they had just passed one hundred.  That was when they got to her favorite part.  By then she was naked and she was holding up some trophy with a clear glass bowl mounted on top.  Guy after guy shot into the bowl until there was quite a bit of cum in it, then she filled her mouth up and gargled the cum around, and then swallowed it.  It took her three mouthfuls to get it all down, and then licked the bowl clean.  I can do that, and look a hell of a lot sexier doing it too!  She was two fingers knuckle deep in her pussy while she finished watching it.  By the time the 168^th guy came in her mouth, it was getting a little repetitive, but still enticing considering Olivia was going to do something similar today.

She’d emailed every guy on her list, even the ones she’d segregated because they hadn’t sent in a picture.  It was short notice, but the list had over four hundred email addresses on it.  She left the time open ended, but said she wanted to start around three, which gave her about half an hour to get ready and get over to the motel.

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Olivia whipped her bike around the corner behind the motel, back where her room was, and saw the lot with more cars in it than she’d ever seen before, including Carl’s beat up Crown Vic.  Guys were milling about outside while others sat in their cars waiting.  She was still early and yet guys had already beaten her to the punch.

She made herself up as pretty as she knew how, but had still dressed conservatively considering she still had to ride through her neighborhood to get here.  All eyes were on her a she stopped in front of her room and climbed up off her bike.  Carl was standing by the door and it looked like he’d enlisted one of the patrons to help him with door duty.  Guys waved, or said “Hi” or just plain stared at her as she allowed Carl to usher her inside, dragging her bike with her.

What she saw next shocked the hell out of her even more. Stacy was sitting in one of the two chairs, sucking on a guys cock while she pumped on two others, one with each hand.  The guys had funny little Halloween masks perched on top of their heads, the kinds that just covered the eyes and nose.

“Stacy is going to be your fluffer today and with the number of guys outside already, you’re going to be a very busy girl my sweat.”

“Holy shit Carl, I can’t believe this many guys have shown up already.  That’s unreal!  But what’s with the masks the guys have?”

“Larry’s going to film it all, those that want to stay anonymous are going to wear those masks.  Now go get into something really revealing, like maybe a see through bra and panty and we’ll get things rolling.  Olivia looked around, Larry was there and he had some lights set up, the bed was pushed all the way over by the bathroom wall, giving them more floor space to work with.  The pillows had been piled up on the carpet, presumably for her to kneel on.  And sitting on top of one of the pillows, was a big clear glass bowl, like a big salad mixing bowl.  It was huge, easily four times the size of the bowl the Asian chick had drank from. 

Olivia laughed, it would take an army of men to fill the darn thing, a smaller bowl would have made more sense since it would look fuller by the time she was ready to start guzzling.

The room was already quite full of men, most of them still fully clothed, but some were standing around waiting for a crack at Stacy and already had their cocks out stroking them hard.

Olivia went over to the dresser, and after scanning the pile of masks and assorted tubes of lube sitting on top, pulled out her sexy black see-through underwear Aaron had given her.  They were ultra-sheer and the underwear was more like a small patch of cloth held together with dental floss than anything else. 

Olivia looked around and figured there was no sense being shy now, and stripped naked in front of everyone, drawing a cheer from those watching her.  Pulling on the garments, Olivia stood there wondering what was next.

“Hey Olivia, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon, or under these circumstances.”

Olivia turned around, it was Andy, the cum machine.  “Hi Andy!  I wondered if you would be coming today.  Please write down your email, or cell number or whatever you feel comfortable leaving me, and stuff it in the dresser drawer.  I have a feeling it’s going to get nuts around here and I don’t want to lose it in this craziness,” she said as she gave him a big hug.

“So what’s this all about anyway?”

“I can’t say for certain, but I think you might have had something to do with it.”

“Me?  How?”

“I told Carl over there about what you and I did yesterday and he must have taken the idea and ran with it.  He looked up this video online and sent me the link.  It was this Japanese woman drinking down 168 loads of sperm.  I guess he thinks that’s amateur compared to what I can do.  Who knows?”

“Well, I’ll do whatever I can to help.  I ditched work today hoping I could hook up with you.  I’ve been jerking off all morning in anticipation and my balls are aching for you.”

“Ah, that’s so sweet,” she said.

“Olivia, come on over!”  It was Carl’s voice yelling out.

“I’ll see you in a bit!” she said, rising up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The crowd of guys had thickened and she recognized several of them as she fought her way through to Carl.  “Hi Carl, can you believe this?”

“Yeah babe, I can.  Everybody loves you, so anyway, enough of the BS.  Here’s what Larry and I had in mind.  Get the guys worked up like Stacy’s doing, maybe in groups of six or seven at a time.  Suck them for a while, keep them interested and then when they’re ready, get them to shoot their stuff.  From there it’s kinda going to be wild.  Some might want to shoot into your mouth, some onto your face, some just in the bowl.  I’d prefer it if you could get them to shoot into the bowl, either way, if they cum in your mouth, spit it into the bowl so you can play with it later, k?”

“Sure, I think I can handle that.  What then?”

“Well, we’ll keep having you do it one group at a time for as long as we have guys able to go, or until they get bored and leave.”

“Do you want me to just kneel there the whole time, or can I fuck some of them too, or what?”

“We can play that by ear too.  The idea, I think, is to see how much cum you can get them to shoot into that bowl.  That is what you want right?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t mind getting some fucking in too.”

“Ok, we can do that, have them pump into you a few times or something and then shoot their jizz in the bowl.  Whatever works.  But spend some time sucking guys off like Stacy’s doing, get them to store a little up so the cum shots are worthwhile.”

“Ok, I have a great idea, let them each fuck me for a minute or two and then get back in line and then I’ll suck them a little too.  I can do that for a while, that’ll get them worked up.”  Olivia felt hands on her ass and knew things would certainly get out of hand, but that was plenty ok.  Ever since she’d watched that video today, she was primed and ready to get fucked, especially since Steve never showed last night.

“Sure kid, whatever works,” Carl answered.  Turning around, Carl shouted loud enough to be heard above the din, “Guys, Olivia is going to help you get you worked up, she’s going to do a little sucking and fucking over on the bed.  We’ll do that for a while before we do the cum shots.  Now save your spunk for the girl, no blowing in her until we get the camera rolling, and don’t worry, Larry will do his best to keep the camera on her so there won’t be any face shots.  If you’re worried about that, there are some masks there on the dresser there,” he said motioning towards the dresser along the wall.  This isn’t for distribution, this is for her private video collection only.  Spunk her good and have fun!”

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Olivia was lying on the end of the bed with her legs spread wide while her upper torso was leaning over on her side.  She had a cock in her pussy and another one in her mouth.  It had been that way for almost an hour.  Each guy would get a minute in her cunt and maybe a little longer in her mouth before it was the next guy’s turn.  Some of the guys wore masks, most didn’t, but they each stepped up with their lubed up cocks and slipped them into her slick pussy.

Olivia saw glimpses of Stacy over by the window (drapes drawn this time!), and she was sitting on some black guy’s cock, slowly gyrating her hips while a crowd of guys stood in front of her getting their cocks sucked.  It was standing room only and getting warm inside.  That many bodies in one cramped space was too much for the A/C to handle.

“Ok, I think that’s enough of a warm up.  Olivia, go fix your makeup,” Larry shouted out.  He was grabbing her by the arm and trying to free her from the two dicks she was currently servicing.  She was drunk on sex and couldn’t see up from down.  Her body felt like she was high on some of Carl’s drugs, but she wasn’t, it was pure adrenaline and an overdose of pre-teen hormones surging through her body.  She would have been happy to just lay there and be fed cock after cock, but she had a job to do and Carl’s beefy hand was pulling her closer to accomplishing that job.

Five minutes in the bathroom with Larry the makeup expert, and you’d never guess she’d just ridden a carousel of men for an hour.  Olivia let him lead her out into the middle of the room and direct her to kneel down on the pillows.  The glass bowl was right in front of her, and she couldn’t wait to try and fill it up.

Larry directed six of the guys into a group around Olivia as he pointed the camera at her face.  Through the lens, Olivia’s beautiful face with her pretty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, radiated.  She wasn’t wearing a stitch, and that was probably for the best as the first of the guys cocks pushed into the camera’s view and into her face.  Olivia greedily sucked it into her mouth and stroked it with her fist while two other cocks jockeyed for position.

Carl was right, it was a free-for-all after that.  Olivia heard Larry tell her to grab the bowl and she held it up under her chin just as the first volley from the first cum-shot of the day shot out.  The first salvo hit her in the chin and slowly dripped down into the bowl while each of the squirts after that dripped down the side of the glass bowl and into the bottom of it.

It was hard for Olivia to pay attention after that, she’d be sucking on one cock one second and next thing she knew, he’d push her head back and either fire it onto her face or straight into the bowl, or both.  As one guy would finish shooting his gunk, another would take his place. 

Olivia could taste pussy on many of the cocks thrust into her mouth, and amidst all the insanity, she had time to think about whether or not it was her pussy juice, or Stacy’s.  There were bodies everywhere and Olivia couldn’t see even a glimpse of her best friend, but knew that somewhere in the crowd of men, Stacy was there getting them ready for her to enjoy.

The bowl started to fill, slowly but surely.  Taking the occasional glance down, she could see the swirling white mass with its agglomerates of goo mixed throughout.  It wasn’t uniform like milk, it had its clear sections, and the little chunks that always seemed to glue themselves to her teeth.  It was warm, and getting heavier by the minute.

It always fascinated her the way guys would cum, some shot it out with such velocity that it would surely have shot right over her head, had her face not provided an adequate backstop.  With others, the cum barely fell out of their dicks and they’d have to shake it loose.  Olivia had a bird’s eye view of it as cock after cock spurt into the bowl right under her chin.  She did her best to suck each one clean after they ejaculated, but some guys were just so pushy and pulled her face this way or that.

She wasn’t just sitting there getting cummed on either; somebody was always pulling on her nipple rings or like at the present, sticking their fingers in her cunt and a finger in her ass.  It was all good, she was in sex heaven, cocks in her face, fingers in her cunt, and a bowl of semen in her face. 

The aroma wafting up was heady, a smell that defied description.  A smell unlike anything else, and a taste to match.  It smelled salty, but had a bleachy hint to it.  It was cum, her cum, and it was being offered to her like a Goddess accepting a bounty from her faithful.  To consume this gift was the ultimate compliment to her loyal followers, and she would do it.  She’d drink it all.

Looking up, Olivia watched as the cock nearest to her fired its last spurt into the bowl, the fist pumping the cock had a tattoo on the inner forearm that she’d seen before.  And not from some other previous encounter, but from today.  He’d already cum for her once before.  Are these guys cumming for me more than once?  That’s so cool!  Sucking the knob into her mouth, she looked up and said “Thank you!”

It was the least she could do, thank those who made her feel so special, so wanted, so loved.  Anything else would just be downright rude.  The guy nodded with a huge smile on his face, the mask he wore hiding most of his face, but he seemed extremely happy just the same.

Time didn’t exist as the stream of ejaculating penises marched on.  Had it been more than what the Asian girl had done?  Could it really have been that many already?  The contents of the bowl looked far fuller than she ever saw from the video, but that was to be expected.  The Asian girl had only swallowed thirty or forty shots from the bowl, most of the others had shot them into her mouth and she swallowed them down singularly.  This would be a collection of sperm from so many guys, Olivia hadn’t even bothered counting.  Hopefully somebody had.  This would make for one hell of a difficult thing to record for her sex log.  How many had fucked her that were new?  How many would be able to stick around and fuck her after she drank this soup down?  She’d be happy to fuck them as long as her body would allow it, it’d be the least she could do to thank them.

Maybe she and Stacy could get fucked together?  With this kind of horde, anything was possible.

Olivia felt a tap on her cheek and sucked the next cock into her mouth.  It looked, tasted, and felt like all the rest, hard and ready to produce its potent offering.  A finger under her chin lifted her face up, and her eyes followed.  It was Andy.  Oh shit, this is going to be a gusher!

“Open up, but don’t swallow.  I want you to see how big this is going to be first hand!” he said firmly, and loudly enough for her to hear him.

Olivia reluctantly let his prized hose loose from her mouth, and watched as he jacked his cock, aiming it at her face.  His nut sack seemed even more swelled than it was during yesterday’s performance.

Olivia opened up and waited for the hose to start shooting, which is did.  The first shot blasted to the back of her mouth, it was a long drawn out spurt that seemed to shoot continuously for a more than a second.  The second spurt lasted as long and it seemed to be on auto-pilot as it shot straight into her mouth.  The two spurts were enough to significantly fill her oral cavity before slowly dripping back out.

Andy’s cock spurted blast after blast, seemingly without end.  By the eighth explosion, Olivia could feel the intensity wane.  All around her she could hear the others guys remarking at how incredible it was to see a guy shoot that much cum.  It was like a fire hose trying to single handedly put out a five-alarm fire.

Olivia leaned forward as she saw the last drops trickle out, and let the mouthful she still had inside drain into the bowl.  Andy’s blasts alone made for a serious swallowing effort; with what Olivia saw in front of her, she’d surely be setting some kind of record for the quantity of sperm she was prepared to drink.  “Thanks Andy,” she said.  She was proud of what he’d been able to offer to her, and she’d accepted it gratefully. 

The parade of spurting cocks withered down to just a bunch of guys surrounding the Cum Queen stroking their cocks, not to make her more cum, but because they were so turned on by the prospect of this little doll about to drink down so much sperm!

Olivia’s arms were getting so tired holding up the heavy glass bowl, all the more heavier now because of the amount of sperm it held.  Looking around, she waited for a sign from Larry, or Carl, for her to start to drink it.

“Ok slut, if that’s what you want, go ahead,” Larry offered.

“Wait!  Say something special,” Carl interjected.

Olivia thought about it, and giggled over what she came up with.  “Thank you all for offering me such a precious reward.  Your Cum Goddess appreciates all you have so laboriously created for me!”

Laughs went around the room, although the only one not laughing was Olivia, she was serious about what she’d said.  She really did appreciate it all.  Lifting the bowl up, Olivia inhaled the aroma and prepared herself for the onslaught to come.  She knew what drinking down this mucous would taste like, and with as long as it had taken to accumulate such a vast quantity of it, she knew it would be mostly cold, and probably chunky too.  She’d drink it down and not complain one bit.  The Queen deserved their offerings, smooth, chunky, bitter or sweet, she’d drink it all down until it was all gone.  And if they wanted to serve her more, she’d take that too.

Putting the bowl to her lips drew a cheer from the guys, tipping it back she felt the lukewarm gel touch her lips.  A sudden rush of hormones, or something, passed through her body, something akin to an orgasm.  It was touchless, the mere thought of taking this mass into her belly had given her a rush so powerful that she thought she might have just cum.

Opening her mouth, she sucked in gently and a rush of sometimes creamy and sometimes chunky goop, filled her mouth.

“Open up and show us,” someone shouted.

Olivia opened up and Larry zoomed in for a close-up.  Her pretty mouth was saturated in the liquid snot, her pretty perfect teeth were coated and her tongue was all but missing with the quantity she held in her gaping mouth.

“Swallow, swallow, swallow,” erupted from somewhere behind her.  She couldn’t smile because of her mouthful, but she wanted to.  Closing her mouth, she swallowed and felt the mass slide down her throat.  It was just like yesterday, and still just as unpleasant to down.  Drinking something that thick just takes effort and as horny as the Queen was feeling, it was still a physical effort that took willpower to complete.

Olivia looked into the bowl and was shocked, it didn’t look like the level had gone down at all!  Taking another large mouthful, Olivia returned the bowl to the previous upright level, and saw the level had barely moved again.  It was another tumultuous swallow, and that was followed by another.

It took a herculean effort and nearly a dozen swallows before the end was in sight.  With the bottom visible, Olivia tilted her head back and felt the last of it drain into her mouth.  It was her biggest mouthful yet, and it went down to add to the volume already filling her tummy.

Another cheer went up from the collection guys who’d decided to stick around inside the hot musty motel room.  Olivia’s pretty face was mottled with a collection of glossy white goo, and underneath it all, the smile radiating out from under the mask of semen, was genuine.  Putting the bowl down, Olivia climbed up on weary legs and looked around; there were a mixture of faces, some with masks, and some without, some she recognized, and many more she didn’t.  “Thank you all for coming, and cumming!” she joked.  “But seriously, I know it was a very impromptu, and you came through with flying colors.  Thanks again for coming out.”  Olivia stared to make her way towards the bathroom when she heard Larry’s voice. 

“Alright you guys, clear on out so we can make room for the next bunch!”

“What?” Olivia mouthed.  The next bunch?  You mean there’s more?  Looking back through the crowd, Olivia could see faces peering in through the crack between the window shades.  Jesus, there are more!

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Olivia cleaned herself up and made herself fresh again; only to be soiled by another group of guys who’d been made to wait outside, because of the volume of guys there to blow chunks down her young throat.

What she thought would be a two hour event tops, ended up lasting well into the evening.  She’d let the group go through the same routine as the first, get them randy and rowdy but sucking and fucking them for the first while, and then suck them off, only this time, they changed it up a bit.

Olivia was pleased to see Carl had invited Sam over to the event, so to spice things up and give her some pleasure out of just being a backstop for cum-launchers, Olivia climbed up onto the bed and let Sam fuck her slowly and sweetly.  His gigantic cock speared her sweet pussy open at the relaxing pace that always made her orgasm massively.

Lying back on the bed, Olivia arched her neck back and opened her mouth up and offered the guys up an attractive looking target for their sperm.  As she lay there rubbing her clit, and building her way to an enormous orgasm, Olivia took shot after shot of semen into her mouth.  Swallowing it down and cleaning off the cock of the one offering it to her. She was sure the guys would have preferred to fire their salvos into her tight cunt, but nobody was going to challenge Sam for that privilege.

Olivia was sure she’d beat the hell out of the Jap girl’s tally.  Just while Sam was fucking her alone, she counted over twenty guys stepping up and offering her their glans for her to slurp on.  Her belly was actually starting to feel bloated and full, and this downward position wasn’t making the vat of cum in her tummy sit well either.

After spitting out her last cock, Olivia lifted her head up and faced Sam.  “Hey Sam, can I flip over, my tummy is starting to feel a little funny?”

“Sure sweetie,” he responded.

Even after getting fucked and cum on by throngs of men, he still called her sweetie!

Olivia got up off the sticky bed cover and got up onto her knees.  She could see the lineup of guys waiting to step up, just as she felt Sam’s big cock press surely into her cunt once again.  She saw the next guy in line and froze, it was someone she knew, he was someone who could bring her whole world to an end.  It was her friend Emily’s dad.

Emily was a friend, but not a close friend, and she’d only met her dad once.  She mostly knew him from the pictures she’d seen at her house.  Olivia knew she was a mess, her hair was a disaster and her face a mask of cum splatters.  Maybe he won’t recognize me?  I’m Candy after all, assuming he’s here because he’s on the email list.  He thinks he’s here to get sucked off by Candy.  Please, please, please think I’m somebody else!!!

He stepped up and offered his hard cock to her.  It was the first one she’d hesitated over, all the other ones she jumped on like a cat playing with a mouse.  “Come on take it girl,” he said.

Olivia opened up and he surged forward, burying it to the root.  She felt him go deep down her throat, instinctively she sucked him and worked his tool with her exceptionally experienced mouth.  It was the most natural thing in the world to do for the Queen.  And she wasn’t just the Queen of the Sluts anymore, she was the Cum Queen too!  Nobody in the world could possibly have swallowed as much cum in such a short period of time as she’d had today.  She was marinating from the inside out in cum.

In less than a minute, Olivia could feel his cock start to throb, and with it buried deeply in her throat, she wouldn’t even get to taste her friend’s dad’s cum before it was on its way down her gullet to join the rest of the mass in her tummy.

“Oh God, that feels so good.  I never would have thought my daughter’s friends could suck cock so well,” he said as he pulled his phallus from her mouth.  There was a trail of semen still leaking out, and he grabbed his cock and ran it up and over her cheeks, tracing it across her forehead and back down before rubbing it across her lips again.  There is was again, that same tattoo on his forearm.  He’d been through the line before, at least twice!  She’d remember that black panther tattoo anywhere.  “See ya soon Olivia, very soon if you get my drift,” he said with a smile before walking away and disappearing into the crowd.

Just as she was pondering the “Oh Shit!” possibilities, another guy stepped up and offered her his cock.  She could think and suck cock all at the same time, not to mention get plowed with Sam’s telephone pole too.  Opening up, she let him seat it inside and use her mouth as an oral cunt.

My daughter’s friends?  Plural?  Shit, Stacy sucked him off already getting him warmed up.  Oh well, I guess if I’m fucked, Stacy is too!

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Sam finished up by filling Olivia’s cunt with his own load of cream.  After that, the free-for-all continued with other guys taking their turns banging Olivia’s sweet cunt.  The guys waiting in line to spill into her mouth seemed more interested in waiting in line for her pussy.  The only requirement Larry yelled out to them, was that they blow either back into the bowl, or straight down her throat. 

By that time, the collection of guys was down to a dozen or less, and Stacy the fluffer was soon joining her best friend on the bed, fluffing the guys with her pussy instead of her mouth.  Not that she hadn’t been getting fucked all afternoon by the guys in line anyway, but now she was doing it with the camera pointed at her as well.

The odd guy accidentally chunked in the girls’ pussies, but most acquiesced and did as they were told. 

Olivia felt like she was going to explode, she felt sick to her stomach from all the semen she’d swallowed, and her pussy was starting to really sting.  She let Carl “fix” her up once, but only once, she knew that if he fixed her up too good, she’d be taking cock in a haze forever, and tomorrow was going to be a bitch as it was.

“No more guys.  I can’t take it anymore,” Olivia sighed.  Her body was so tired and sore, her stomach so bloated. Larry even took video of her tummy, sticking out the way it was.  She looked she was in the early stages of pregnancy, and she felt it too.

Stacy was like a zombie, lying there on the bed with some random guy pumping into her gash.

“Alright pal, finish up, the show’s over,” Carl announced to the guys waiting their next turn, and to the guy still pumping into Stacy.  The guys groaned over the news, but with Sam and his muscles adding clout to Carl’s words, they started to slowly dress and head out the door.  Olivia flopped back on the sticky bed, glad to be done with this exhausting excursion.

Stacy lay beside her and only looked over blankly.  “Hey Liv, tell me, can you still feel your body?  I can’t.”

“The only thing I can feel is a belly full of cum that wants to come back up and visit.”  A hearty burp erupted form Olivia’s tired body, and with it, the fresh taste of semen.  She’d be burping up semen for the rest of the night she was sure.  It did make her tummy feel better though to let the gas go.

Olivia laid there as she watched the last of the guys leave, with only Carl and Larry remaining, and of course her best friend, aka the Fluffer beside her.  She was too tired to move, and too full of cum to want to move either.  All she wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep, and hope that when she awoke, her tummy full of cum would be gone.  “Maybe I should go throw up and make myself feel better,” Olivia said softly.  Yet even as the words cleared her swollen lips, she knew the Queen wouldn’t let her.  It was her crowning achievement, drinking all that cum, and fucking so many of those guys too.  She couldn’t give up the prize just because it made her feel a little crappy.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Larry said as he unhooked one of his lights from the stand he was taking apart.  The lights had been in her eyes the whole time, and it was nice to have them off for a change.

“Hey Larry, you still got your camera out?” Carl asked, sitting on the couch looking at the two tired girls relaxing.  He was staring at their cunts and thought of something funny they could do.

“Yeah, I do, what did you want now?”

“Does it record in low light?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t put those lights away just yet,” he said with a snicker.  Carl picked his bulk up off the couch and walked over to where Larry was pulling one of the lights off the stand.  “Hand me that would ya Lar.”  Turning on the light, Carl aimed it at the girls, and said, “Ok girls spread ‘em wide.”

Olivia clued in right away, why else would he ask about a camera that can record in low light and then shine a bright light towards them?  He was going to have Larry put their glowing pussies in the video.  Olivia opened her legs up and put her pussy on display.  It was far from the first time, and virtually guaranteed not to be her last.  In fact if she got out of here tonight without one or both of Carl and Larry fucking her, she’d be shocked.

“So what’s this all about Carl?” Larry asked as he stood next to the big man, staring down at the two abused pussies on display before him.  Turning his camera back on, he filmed the two spread-eagled girls and zoomed in on their cunts, one at a time.

The blonde’s was smooth and bald on top, and very red and swollen down below.  Her cunt lips looked like she’d have a hard time getting a toothpick in between them.  How she fit so many cocks in there was a question he couldn’t hope to answer.  A trickle of semen belonging to one of many ran down from the bottom of her crack, down to her puckered anus.

Moving over to the cute brunette, her cunt was hairy on top, smooth on the bottom, and equally sore looking.  The girl’s thick pubes on top were caked with drying cum and she had a similar snail trail of liquid leaking from her abused hole.

“Ok, what’s the deal?” Larry asked as he watched Carl move in closer with the hot, and very bright lights.  He was aiming it first at the blond, and then at the brunette, and aiming directly onto their cunts.  He could see the looks on the girl’s faces, the light was hot and at that range, uncomfortable.  “Is this some kind of sadomasochistic thing Carl?”

“No you dope, just point your camera at their pussies and keep shooting.  Will the light level automatically adjust, or do you need to manually do it?”

“No it’s automatic, unless I choose to do it manually.”

“No just keeping aiming, hold on a second.”  Carl turned off the light on the bedside table and then killed the bathroom light, and then the last light beside the TV, engulfing the room in total darkness.

“I’ll be.  I don’t fucking believe it,” Larry said.  The girls’ pussies exploded with light, their messages standing out as clear as day.  “The “Queen of the Sluts”, nice.  And “Slave to Cock”, equally classy.  This your doing Carl?” Larry asked in the darkness.

“What do you think?”

“I think the “Carl’s Cunt” kinda gives it away.”

Stacy was still upset about the tattoos.  She was branded for life as a “Slave to Cock”.  Looking down, her pussy was like a flashlight, beaming out to anyone looking, that she was good for only one thing, servicing men and their sexual urges.  She’d already given in to Carl again, and if she had any self-worth left in her, it was gone now.  The man had seen right through her for what she was, and labeled her with it.  She was a slave to cock, it was true, he couldn’t have found any clearer of a description for her.  She was a slave to cock, and Carl was her master.  He’d do with her whatever he wanted.  There’d be no emancipation from him, she’d serve him and fuck anyone he ordered her too, for as long as he wished.

Stacy envisioned her mother and wondered if her father had been her Carl?  Is that how this would end up?  She’d be his sexual servant for life?  Marry him?  Turn out little sexual freaks like herself?  A little more of her died inside as she accepted her fate with her legs spread wide and her moniker tattooed over her cunt.

Olivia on the other hand was delighted; she hadn’t realized that the degree of glow from her pussy was proportional to the amount of light she exposed herself too.  “That’s so cool,” she said out loud.  Her pussy with its heavier application of the glow-in-the-dark tattooing, was practically lighting up the room.  She could make out small details like the TV screen behind Carl, Larry’s form in front of her.  She was her own flashlight!  “I bet Mr. Fraser could see me glowing last night,” she mumbled.

“What was that kid?” Larry asked, still in amazement that such a thing could even be done.

“Well I was walking along last night at the mall and I stood over this spotlight set in the sidewalk and I had no panties on.  My math teacher saw me a few minutes later, and I kept wondering if he might have seen my pussy glowing?”

“That’s so cool, you should fuck him and ask him,” Carl suggested.

“Carl,” Olivia said, inflecting an extra syllable into his name like kids often do, to show she thought it was a ridiculous idea.

“Why not?  That should be your goal when you get back to school, fuck at least one teacher each of you.  And while you’re at it, one boy from each of the grades, and one from each of the classes.”

“Ok,” Stacy offered.  She was defeated, why not do what he said.  What was the worst thing that could happen?  She probably fucked her two hundredth guy tonight.  For sure she sucked on over two hundred cocks today, at least it seemed like that many.  Every single guy that walked through the door was made to stand in line in front of her while she sucked to get them hard, and once that was done, the guys staying in a revolving line so she could suck them again and keep them hard! 

Then some black guy got the idea she could suck and fuck at the same time and made her sit on his cock while she sucked.  And of course ideas are catching, so the musical chairs ensued, only when the music stopped, Stacy found herself sitting on another new cock.  There was no chair about to be pulled out from underneath her, no, there was nothing but a ready cock waiting for her.

It was exhausting work, everything she’d been put through, but at least she didn’t have to do what Olivia had done, swallow down all their cum.  It had to have been a bucket full, judging by how distended her friend’s tummy was.

To go through all that and then see your cunt glowing in the dark too!  Stacy was…, well, still in shock over it all.

“So how come only the one phrase on this one when blondie has three?”

“I couldn’t think of anything else to put on her at the time, but give me a while, I’m sure we’ll get her some more soon,” Carl offered with a laugh.

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With the lights back on and Larry’s load of cum simmering in Olivia’s twat, the two girls scrubbed up in the bathroom and readied themselves to go home.

“Here you go girls, just in case you were wondering,” Carl said as he handed over several sheets of paper.

“What’s this?” Olivia said as she grabbed the sheets.  They were covered in Carl’s scrawl, it was barely unreadable.

“Names and ages for your highness the stat keeper.”

“What are these asterisks beside some of the names?” Olivia asked looking over the massive amount of ink on the sheets.

“One asterisk means they answered your email and that’s why they’re here, two asterisks mean this is a repeat fuck for them.” Carl answered as he waited by the door for the girls to follow.

“What about everybody else?  Who are all these guys?” Olivia asked in shock.  Most of the guys had nothing next to their names, and there was a shit-load of names.  “Where did they all come from and what’s the scrawl next to their names?”

“Beats me where they came from, I guess word of free pussy gets around.  Some of them even left their emails for you.  Now if you ladies would like to move along, I’d like to go home and take a shower.  I think your smell has rubbed off on me.”

“Come on Carl, are you trying to say we still smell like sex?”

“Yup, you do,” he said ushering them out the door.  Throughout it all, Stacy had been fairly quiet, just like now as she followed Olivia out the door.

“Hey Carl, can I have my key back,” Olivia asked as Carl locked the door.  “Oh shit, my bike!  I forgot I rode my bike!  I need to ride it home.”

“You sure you want to be sitting on that pussy right now?” Carl asked jokingly.

“I have to, my mom will notice if my bike’s missing,” she said with her hand out.  Carl handed it over and patted her on the butt goodnight.  It was usually a kiss, but she couldn’t blame him tonight, she probably had cum breath still.

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After giving Stacy a hug goodnight, Olivia jumped on her bike and navigated through the collection of pop cans and beer cans that littered the parking lot.  It looked like the leftovers from a New Year’s Eve party strewn about the parking lot, and as she swerved around the corner, she nearly knocked over a man with a push broom.  “Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t see you!” she yelled out as veered sharply away, and crashed over onto the pavement, falling painfully to the ground and skinning her knee in the process.

“Oh fuck.  You okay girl?” he asked as he dropped his broom and rushed over to the fallen girl. 

He had a strong aroma of sweat to him, like he’d been working hard all day in the hot sun.  He stooped over and extended a hand to help her up.  Olivia accepted his hand and felt him pull her up easily.  “Thank you.  I’m so sorry, I almost ran you over.  I didn’t see you there,” she stammered, still in shock over the quick turn of events.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I think I’m ok.  Maybe a scraped knee is all.” Olivia replied brushing herself off, and picking her bicycle back up.

Eying her suspiciously, he asked, “What were you doing riding through here in such a hurry young lady?  Why are you out so late and what were you doing back here anyway?”

“I was uhh, cutting through.  I’m on my way home from a friend’s house and it’s faster if I cut through back here,” she answered, getting back on her bike.  Her knee hurt, not bad, but bad enough, although once her pussy pressed back down on the seat once more, she was able to forget about her knee and feel a whole new kind of pain. 

“Well you get along now.  Get running home and you be careful now.  Don’t be cutting through here this late no more, sometimes people are getting up to no good back here.  I think some folks was up to no good here tonight.  Get along now,” he said picking his broom back up and heading towards the messy parking lot.

Olivia felt bad as she pedaled away from the man; he was the one responsible for cleaning up the mess her activities had created.  The big mess was the bedding and carpeting in the room itself; Olivia had caught most of the excess splooge with her face and hair, but there was so much of it and it had to go somewhere, and that somewhere was all over the place.

The room would reek tomorrow when she went back, if she went back.  It all depended on what kind of shape she’d be in after a good night’s sleep.  There would be no sex for Steve tonight, not with all the meat she’d taken.  And no cum guzzling for a while either, her tummy still felt awful.  It was odd the way Carl operated she thought as she rode home.  One mention of her experience with Andy the cum-blasting maniac and he gets her to set up this cum-fest.  Jesus, I better not mention anything about having an urge to gangbang a ton of guys, he’ll have me fucking five hundred guys in a night!

Olivia thought about the guys and everything she’d accomplished over the course of the last six or seven hours.  She’d let the guys use her body to get themselves primed up for their ejaculate session; it was only a minute or two each, but it was like an assembly line of guys throwing their slick cocks into her pussy.  They all slipped in so easily thanks to Stacy and the assorted tubes of lube Carl had put out.  One after the other slipped in and for a minute of two, pumped her quim like crazy before the next guy in line got a turn.   

The numbers must be staggering she realized as thoughts of Carl’s scribbles permeated her brain.  He’d kept notes, a record of her perversion.  The things she found herself capable of these days.  It was rather unbelievable that she was nothing more than a horny virgin just a few short weeks ago, and one bump to the head from a car accident could produce a such an influential dream with such a fantastic scenario that included her transforming from a normal tween into a super-slut.  And then make her feel compelled to make it come true in real life.  And if anything, what she’d done in real life almost made her dream version pale in comparison.

In her dream she’d started out, well started out wasn’t quite right, she been blackmailed into performing sex acts with her neighbor Steve, and from there it got out of hand.  But in her dream she was always under someone else’s control, very little of what she did was of her own choosing, at least initially.  After a while she could direct her sluttiness where she wanted, but here in the real world, she was her own master and everything she’d done had been by her own choosing.  Carl had assisted in making her wishes come true, like tonight, and his direction had helped guide her down the path she’d presented to him. 

Hell, even tonight had been pretty much all her own doing, Carl had just recorded it for posterity, and provided the security so it didn’t get too far out of control. Speaking of the video, Olivia couldn’t wait to review it and see if it looked as perverted as she expected it to look.  Hopefully the recording would accurately demonstrate just how much semen she’d drank.  It seemed like a gallon, or at least the lingering taste in her mouth suggested it was such as astronomical quantity.

Olivia was of course relieved when she saw her driveway empty and her mother still at work.  It would be a very quick prep job for bed, and one which would be concluded in a matter of minutes.  “Oh shit, I forgot to talk to Stacy about Emily’s dad!  Fuck, what is he going to do with this kind of information?  Wait a second she thought as she maneuvered down her driveway and parking her bike by the back gate; what was he doing there anyway?  I’ll have to check Carl’s list and see where his name is.  I wonder if he was one of the responder’s from my original virginity offer?  What were you doing Mr. Beckett?  Looking to nail some teenage ass?  Especially considering you’re married and have a daughter my age at home!

It was funny when it came to potential blackmailers, or maybe she was just being paranoid, but it always seemed like those involved always had something to lose themselves.  Maybe Mr. Beckett wasn’t planning any blackmail scheme.  Maybe she was just tired and feeling vulnerable after such an arduous day.  Or maybe guys were all as devious as she thought when it came with trying to get sex from young girls. 

She’d sucked him and made him cum in the bowl once, then sucked him to completion in her mouth, probably fucked him too; and it was pretty likely that Stacy had wrapped her lips around the man’s cock too, so both of them were busted.  What if he fucked me AND Stacy?  He’ll have fucked two of his daughter’s friends in one night!

Olivia stripped down and glanced in the mirror at her naked body; she looked like the same girl that came home from the hospital two weeks ago, still a virgin.  Well…, except for the gold rings through her nipples and the post through her clit hood of course!  And the tats too.  Now she was as experienced at sex as her dream-based self could ever imagine being.   Her body felt like it always did after a long day of endless sex - tired, sore, and ready for rest.  Rest was the only thing that could get her back in the saddle again, well Carl’s drugs helped too, but she didn’t have any here at the house and her bed was calling loudly.

Olivia thought back again to Emily’s dad, he was good looking and he had a decent sized cock, and if he wanted a return engagement, she’d probably let him, but she had her friend to think about.  What was done was done, but what happened in the future was entirely her choice.  It was a choice she had plenty of time to think about too.

Slipping on a t-shirt, and for the first time in a few days, a pair on panties, Olivia felt assured she was protected from any more sex tonight.  You couldn’t have sex with granny panties on, and just to be sure, walked over and locked her window.  She could explain to Steve why she locked it tomorrow.  He’d undoubtedly understand what a locked window meant, and the fact that he no-showed last night and didn’t contact her at all today, meant that he shouldn’t be entirely surprised by her precautions.

Olivia crawled under the covers and flicked off the light.  She could go through the list Carl gave her tomorrow.  The numbers would be mind-blowing, she was sure of it.  Is it even possible there were more than a hundred guys there today?  Did that many fuck me?  How many loads did I swallow down?  Am I on pace to match my dream totals, or am I blowing even those staggering feats out of the water?

The last thing to go through her mind before sleep came was Emily’s dad asking her if all her daughter’s friends could suck cock so well.  Is he just talking about Stacy and I?  Or is he including Emily in that thought too?  Is he messing around with his own daughter?  Nah, I’m probably just reading too much into that.

To be continued…