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Author’s Note: This is probably going to be either my final or penultimate story. Not quite as kinky as some of my previous entries, but like some of my previous efforts, I did try and mix things up a bit.
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For such a small, thin guy, Leon felt very heavy. He was on top of Paige, and was rutting her very hard. She had run into him after her college freshman biochemistry class, and he had offered to smoke her up back at his place. The little guy had stolen two large ziplock baggies of the weed from his cousin’s grow op out in the sticks. Leon called him Zed, the homosexual hill-billy ass rapist. Apparently, his cousin was built and hung like a bull, but with an appetite for young skinny guys not unlike Leon. The cousin might have creeped him out, but his grow-op represented an opportunity to good to miss out on. Leon had dropped by for a quick visit, and after fending off his lovestruck cousins advances discreetly swiped the two large ziplock baggies currently sitting in his back-pack.
Staring at the back-pack with fierce concentration, Paige wondered how she could steal it from her suitor. Lifting her head up, Paige resumed staring at the ceiling blankly as Leon banged away at her like she was just a hole in the floor. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to care whether or not Paige was into it. It felt nice to have a willy inside her, but Leon was more focused on getting himself off than her off. Squealing tires and shots fired as they screwed noiselessly. Max, one of Leon’s fellow chess club geeks sat on the couch playing video games while Leon fucked Paige behind the couch.
Leon wasn’t much of a lay. The skinny little dude hadn’t even bothered to remove any of his clothing. When he was bored with making out and ready to fuck he simply hiked up her mini-skirt, and pulled down her powder blue marabou g-string. It was still looped around one of her ankles. After he had unzipped his fly and rolled a condom onto his pecker, he mounted her without any ceremony, just like the little date rapist he was at heart. Although it was a little insulting that he couldn’t be bothered to take off her shirt and play with her tits it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The force of his thrusts was giving her carpet burn on her bare ass.
Leon was unusually aggressive for a geek. Paige had resisted at first but making out behind the couch while Max played video games was turning her on. The shit he had stolen was pretty good, and giving him a quick fuck behind the couch seemed like the least she could do. Something about being out in public got her pussy juice flowing, and being high didn’t hurt. Leon wasn’t terribly well endowed, or really all that interested in foreplay, so the intercourse was probably going to be quick and painless anyway. Which was a shame, because the more he pumped away at her cooze the hornier she got.
Besides, the pot they had smoked was really good, and Paige needed more time to come up with a scheme to steal it from Leon. Two more of his computer programming buddies would be coming over for a D & D party, and she wanted to make her escape before they arrived. With a grunt, Leon signified that he was finished with her, and he rolled over. She lifted up her head and looked down past her rack, her pierced navel, and the little landing strip of pubic hair above her waxed cunt. Letting out a low groan of disgust, she removed the condom that was stuck inside her. Holding it gingerly in her fingers, she was relieved to see his jizz pooling inside the tip, and nothing leaking out.
Then the little jerk did something that was unforgiveable. He picked up her favorite mini-skirt. She’d made it out of an old Star Wars pillow case. And wiped his cock off with it. Sure, she could clean it off easily enough in the bathroom. But it was the principle of the thing. It was so insensitive. She fumed inwardly, and resolved to figure out a way to steal the rest of his pot and any cash he happened to have in his wallet.
A shadow loomed over her. It was Max.
“Hey, baby. Give me a little sugar.”
“Fuck you.”
The doorbell rang. The gang was here. Shit. How was she going to pull off this heist?
“C’mon. You know you want to.”
Max leered at Paige. A look of disgust flitted briefly across her face, but it morphed into a smile. She whipped off her v-neck t-shirt, shook her long, brown dreadlocks around, and licked her plump red lips. Inspiration had struck her, and she now had a plan.
“Come and get it big boy.”
Nobody ever suspected the skank.
***
Leon had grabbed one of the baggies from his school backpack, and went upstairs to play host. Max grinned and ran his hands up and down Paige’s porcelain flesh. She didn’t flinch, and just smiled back at him. He lifted up her red sequined bra, and whistled. Her tits were a robust b-cup teetering on the edge of bursting into a c-cup. And the silver ring, dangling from her left tit was a sexy little touch. It matched the ring in her left nostril. It would be like fucking Sasha Grey, if she had dreadlocks, piercings, and Japanese kanji tattooed on her ankle. Her gauged earlobes were kind of sexy. They were big enough to be edgy, but were not freakishly large.
He crouched over her lap, held her face with his hands, and kissed her briefly on her plump, juicy lips. The silver ball on the tip of her tongue felt good as it moved around in his mouth. He wondered what it would feel like on his cock. Their eyes locked together for a moment, and seizing the initiative she locked lips with him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. The assertive move made his eyes bulge with the sudden realization of how lucky he had just gotten. His hands ran down her flat stomach, and he briefly petted the landing strip above her clit.
“Go a little lower big boy. Leon used condom. You won’t get his sloppy seconds.”
Pushing his long, lank, greasy hair out of his eyes, Max looked closer at her gash. Her twat gaped a little bit from her recent fuck. The bald lips were red and wet with desire. Tentatively, Max stroked her outer labia with his fingers, than poked his index finger inside her.
“Don’t be shy. She won’t bite you.”
Her laughter cut him to the quick. He jammed two more fingers up her snatch. Gasping with pain, Paige regretted her invitation. Max had very sharp fingernails, and they scratched her womb as he felt around the walls of her kitty. It felt like he was scouring out her twat with a brillo pad.
“Don’t move your fingers around inside. Your nails hurt.”
Frowning, Max did as she had asked. After he straightened his fingers out he fucked her gently with his digits. Suddenly, without warning, he jammed his other two fingers and thumb into her snatch. Paige tried to pull away, but he continued to push his hand into her. After the initial pain wore off, Paige began to the feel the pleasure as her pussy accommodated the invading appendages.
The mucus her vagina secreted collected in a froth around Max’s hand. When he looked down and saw the girl goo all over his fingers, Max looked visibly disgusted by Paige’s natural response to his hand up her twat. The little freak pulled his hand out of her snatch, and Paige groaned with disappointment. For a moment it looked like he was debating where to wipe off his soiled fingers, and a sly grin stole across his face as the little sadist came up with a new way to try and sexually humiliate Paige.
“Lick my fingers bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
Paige really wasn’t afraid of her own girl goo. In fact it kind of got her off. A cute stoner surfer dude she had hooked up with while on vacation in Thailand had gone down on her, and in the heat of the moment, she had kissed him open mouthed full on the lips, savoring the musky taste of her pussy juice as her tongue slid into his mouth. This was different though. He was trying to humiliate her and –
Fuck it she thought. Smiling, she took his fingers in her mouth and enthusiastically started licking and sucking them. Frowning, he pushed his fingers and hand into her mouth, making her gag. She didn’t even give so much as an inch. Coughing and hacking, she continued to clean her vaginal secretions off his fingers. When he was satisfied, he wiped his saliva coated fingers off in her hair. Impulsively, she leaned up and tried to kiss him, but he pushed her away.
“Fuck that. I don’t want to taste your pussy juice.”
“If you don’t try it, how do you know if you’ll like it.”
Ignoring her, Max pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock out of his tight-whiteys. God these nerds weren’t much for foreplay. She absent mindedly stroked her pierced nipple to keep the girl goo flowing and was momentarily taken aback when he just got on top of her and tried to push his wiener into her slit.
“Easy, easy. I’m a woman not a fleshlight.”
“C’mon, I’m so horny.”
Paige struggled to push him off.
“I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Check Leon’s back-pack.”
Max gave her the evil eye but did as she asked. He rummaged around inside and looked at her and shook his head. This was a monkey wrench in her little ploy. All that pot though…Her reverie was interrupted as Max moved like greased lightening and was on top of her again, struggling to slip it in. She fought him off though, long enough to get one concession out of him.
“Please don’t come in me.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
Like his friend, Max was all business, and humped away at her cooze as if she was nothing more than a piece of raw meat. No wonder these guys had such problems hooking up with girls. As she looked into his eyes, to her horror, Paige realized he was an even worse lover than Leon if that were possible. His “O” face and his hot sticky seed spurting inside her meant he didn’t even have half Leon’s control, which hadn’t been all that much to begin with.
“You asshole. You promised.”
Max leered down at her as he stood up and adjusted his clothing.
“Sucks to be you baby.”
Paige groaned with frustration.
"You fucker."
Max laughed.
"It's not funny. I'm not on the pill."
“I’ll be upstairs.”
Paige had thought something like this would happen. Having to take the morning after pill tomorrow wouldn’t be fun, but ripping off these geeks would be reward enough. She walked over to the basement bathroom to do a quick whores bath before she introduced herself to the rest of the guests as tonight’s party favor. Before heading upstairs, Paige went back to the rec room and poked around in Leon’s backpack. She squatted down, wearing nothing but her thong.
It drove guys wild when they saw her crouched like that, with her bum-cheeks hanging out, like some urbane white chick gone primitive. Thinking about being ravished by some dude driven wild by a pose she struck made her wet. It would be nice if at least one of these geeks could get her off. She poked around in the back-pack looking for anything of interest.
Other than the huge ziplock baggie full of weed, there wasn’t anything unusual in the backpack. Some textbooks, a notebook, pens, pencils, a half-eaten candy bar, and assorted odds and ends. That little fucker Max had been lying about the condoms though. She’d find a way to stick it to him too. Paige rummaged around a little deep in the bottom and found a bottle full of pills. She squinted at the label, and it dawned on her that Leon had roofies.
Opening the bottle, she shook four pills out into her palm, and dug around in the back-pack for the uneaten sandwich she had seen. Peeling off the saran wrap, she grimaced as the strong odor of Tuna fish hit her nostrils. Flinging the sandwich as far away from her as possible, she threw it into the corner, and then wrapped the pills in the saran wrap. She tucked the pills into the crotch of her panties. She would hide them in the kitchen when the boys weren’t looking.
If she wanted to do that, she’d better be a little more discreet. Going up there in just her fluffy little thong could push the boys over the edge ahead of schedule. She didn't want that. She looked over at her discarded clothing on the floor, picked up her comfortably worn v-neck t-shirt and pulled it on. She wanted to look ready to fuck, not ready to be raped. Hopefully the boys would get the hint, and she would have enough time to get off and get away with the marijuana.
***
“Maggie and I had been going out long enough. My balls were turning blue, so I held the bitch down and popped her cherry. She wanted it.”
Paige could hear Leon holding court with his little posse as she entered the kitchen quietly. The boys were in the dining room, and it didn’t sound like the new arrivals were quite as interested in hearing about his forced conquests.One of the guys made an effort to turn the conversation away from the subject of date rape. An idea formed in Paige's mind. Turnabout was fair play after all...
“Mixing beer, rum, and marijuana is a bad idea dude.”
“Pussy.”
There were two new people sitting at the table. Both were fat, bearded, had long greasy hair and birth control eyeglasses. The only way to tell the two apart was by their height. One was as tall as the other was small. Paige didn’t care about these guys. She’d have them wrapped around her pinky finger after a quick bareback blow-job.
The boys were pretty wrapped up in their game. The smell of second hand smoke was a good sign. The guys were getting baked, so if she played her cards right, they wouldn’t suspect that roofies had been used. Open beer bottles and a bottle of rum were scattered over the dining room table. Max and Leon had tumblers that were almost empty in front of them. Paige had climbed up the stairs and entered the kitchen very quietly, so they didn’t notice her presence until she opened the fridge. They were two distracted by the sight of her beautiful, deep ass cleavage to notice her hand quickly retrieving the pills from inside her throng. Leon decided to get smart with her.
“Fetch me some cola bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
Max tried to pour on the charm.
“Pretty please, sweet-cheeks?”
The boys broke out into uncontrollable laughter. The distraction was perfect. She palmed two pills and quickly dropped them in the cola bottle she found in the fridge.
“Show a little hustle.”
More laughter. Paige didn’t care. It would give the pills time to dissolve in the cola. She sauntered over to the dining room table and put it down in front of Max. He ran the fingers of his hand down the inside of her ass crack, pulled out her g-string, and snapped it back. While she was adjusting her panties, he gave her a hard slap on her juicy backside. It left a red welt on her butt-cheek. Inwardly she seethed, but she retained her composure and gave him her most winning, toothy smile.
She opened the coke bottle and topped up Leon’s glass, and then freshened up Max’s beverage. Now was the time to kick things into high gear. She took the fuzzy little strip of fabric covering her gash and pushed it aside so the guys could get a glimpse of her waxed cunny in all its glory.
“Me so horny. Anyone want a little pink?”
The boys didn’t say a word. They just gazed in rapt attention at her plump pussy lips and the labia minora that poked out half an inch past her labia majora. Not wanting to lose momentum, and to make sure they got the message, she turned around and wriggled her fanny at them, and clapped her ass cheeks together. Paige had nice, deep ass cleavage, and she knew how to use it like a ninja knows how to use throwing stars.
“Or a little stink?”
The boys burst out into laughter and started high fiving each other each other. Leon and Max drained their rum and colas in one quick gulp, and Paige obligingly refreshed their glasses with more rum and cola. Then she whipped off her top and threw it into the living room. Leaning forward, her tits dangled down and rested on Leon’s head.She moved her chest gently, so her thick nipples rubbed against his scalp.
“Me so horny."
Strutting around to the other end of the table, she plunked her bum down on the lap of the tall bearded geek. Grinding her ass against his crotch, she put his hands on her breasts.
"This ain't no champagne room. I'll do anything you want."
Surprisingly, the tall beardo was better at foreplay than Max and Leon. He cupped and fondled Paige's breasts, gently massaging her beloved twins. It felt sooooooooooo fucking good to be appreciated. Purring with pleasure as gently stroked, pinched and teased her nipples, Paige straddled one of his thighs while she backed her ass into his lap and she ground her crotch against his jeans.
The geek got the hint, and his hands slipped lower and lower, down her flat tummy and eventually slipping under her g-string. Fumbling a bit, he slipped one finger into her moist fuck-hole and stroked her clit gently while he fingered her. Looking briefly at her audience through half-closed eyes, Paige was happy to see that she had their full attention. She moaned with pleasure as he diddled her clit. Finally, she was going to get off. She writhed against him as the waves of pleasure rolled over her and she finally climaxed. Being bad never felt so fucking good.
When she was done she rested briefly against her new bearded fuck-buddy, and savored his warmth. Not wanting to lose momentum, she leaped up from his lap.
"Now that I got off, let me help you get off."
She then walked into the living room, putting as much wiggle into her walk as possible. It helped emphasize her deep ass-crack. Leon tackled her gently and pushed her onto her stomach. Giggling, she stopped laughing when she felt his penis pushing at her puckered starfish. There was no way that she was going to let that little fucker get in that hole, at least not without some lubricant.
The Mutt and Jeff geeks gave her a little bit of breathing room. She felt like such a skank. She didn’t even know their names. It felt so good to be so bad. They started whining.
“C’mon dude. No fair. Let us get in there.”
Distracted by their fighting, Leon's cock slipped into her wet cranny. For some reason she felt so turned on. Clenching Leon's member with her kegel muscles, he worked up a rhythm and her juices started flowing again as he slipped in and out of her kitty. Leon let her get up on her hand and knees. God her cunt was sopping wet. His cock would be wet enough to get it up her ass with very little difficulty if he wanted to. Still, a little lube would be better than just pussy juice, so she humped back against him in an effort to get him off.
Spreading her ass cheeks, he hawked a loogie on her asshole and jammed his thumb up her bum to get it wet. Then the little asshole stuck his dirty thumb in her mouth and fish-hooked her. This made her angrier, and Paige wanted to make the fucker really pay. Stealing his pot wasn't going to be enough. She started to formulate a plan, but that train of thought was disrupted when he slipped out of her vage. She groaned with frustrated desire. His thumb slipped out of her mouth as he lined his cock up against her asshole.
Groaning with pain as he rammed it in, Paige struggled to accommodate his dick in her ass. She tried to push out like she was taking a shit. Leon paused for a moment, balls deep in her ass, and looked up at the guys as she grunted and groaned in agony.
"If it hurts, you're doing it right."
The boys high-fived each other and Leon resumed sodomizing her dumper with renewed vigor. Paige began to enjoy it after the initial pain of her anal violation receded, and the panting noise coming from her mouth was pleasure and not pain. Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee had done rock, scissors, paper, and the taller of the two had been victorious. Sipping his rum and coke, Max watched the action with bemused interest. Tweedle dum had unzipped his fly and taken off his pants. Half-naked, he looked like even more of a geek kneeling in front of her in his white tube socks and t-shirt. His flesh was fish-belly white. Paige could smell the sweat and BO as he stuck his member in front of her face for her oral consumption.
It was big, fat and soft. Paige struggled to wrap her lips around it. Leon banging away at her bottom like a frenzied chimpanzee didn't make things easier. Paige groaned as Leon forced his way deeper into her bowels. It was a good thing he had a small dick, otherwise the tip of his penis would have been protruding from her mouth by now.
"Baby needs a soother?"
Leon's jeers made her feel cheap, which made her pussy get even juicier. Paige struggled to keep her balance with just one hand, and was able to get a nice rhythm going, working the big cock with her hands and lips. Saliva dribbled down her chin, and a camera flash went off in her eyes. It was Max with his expensive smartphone.
"Oh yeah baby. Work it. Your mouth is making that perfect cocksuckers Oh."
The geek was tensing up, and a few seconds his seed flooded her mouth. The tongue piercing always pushed most men over the edge. Paige tried to let it dribble discreetly out of her mouth and out on the carpet, but Max noticed what she just did. Grabbing her jaw with one hand, he gently slapped her across the face with his other hand. It was more humiliating than hurtful, and her cheeks flushed with the color of her shame.
"Bad bitch. Lick it up."
To save herself further embarrassment, and to amp up her dumb skank role, Paige hoovered the baby batter off the carpet. Max took some more pictures with his cell phone camera, stood up, stretched, and rubbed his eyes. He walked drunkenly over to the kitchen table, and poured himself another rum and coke. After knocking it back, he staggered over to the couch and flopped down on it. Everything was going according to plan. The smaller guy had to be taken care of next.
It became apparent that he was going to be more of a problem than the others. Either because of embarrassment, too much whacking off, or possibly both, it was nearly impossible for him to get or maintain an erection for very long, despite Paige's best efforts. To make matters even worse, Leon continued to pummel her ass, trying to get off. Her dirtpipe felt raw and sore. Then, to her eternal relief, his rapid jabs became slow strokes and then one final, pain stab as his seed dribbled out into her bowels. For a few minutes he hunched over her, panting, than pulled up his pants and flopped down on the couch next to Max, who appeared to be sleeping.
The short nerd, tired of her efforts took matters into his own hands, literally, and fisted the bottom of his shaft vigorously with the top half of his prick resting comfortably in Paige's willing, wet mouth. From the force with which his fist hit her lips, Paige could tell the poor guy didn't get any. Some nice girl would have to show him the light so he could rethink his death-grip masturbation technique. Unfortunately for him, that girl wouldn't be Paige. She just wanted to get him off so she could get away with Leon's stash.
It took a few minutes, as she crouched on all fours in front of him, but with a grunt his meager spooge trickled into her mouth. He stood up and zipped up his fly. Paige having no dignity left, sat her bare ass down on the floor. The silence in the room was awkward. The party was over, but nobody knew what to do. The two geeks glanced over at Leon and Max passed out on the couch, and then at Paige.
"Never mix beer, rum, and weed."
"If you need a lift -"
"Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll get my roomie to pick me up."
The guys shifted awkwardly on their feet for a moment. Their chivalry was cute.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Paige stood up and kissed them gently on their cheeks. After walking them to the door, Paige retrieved her scattered clothing from around the house, and then made a phone call.
***
The buxom, reubenesque, ginger showed up promptly at the entrance to Leon's house in a little under fifteen minutes. The two girls shared a lingering, deep kiss, tongues writhing and wriggling inside each others mouths. Janet pulled away from Paige and smiled. The silver ball on Paige's tongue felt good against her tongue. Any guy lucky enough to get a blow-job from Paige was very lucky.
"Mmmmmm...penis-breath"
Paige blushed.
"Did you bring the big one?"
Janet rummaged around in her hemp shoulder bag and pulled out a long, thick, black dildo.
"Yup. And a little lube."
The girls got to work, sodomizing the boys and posing them for black-mail pictures if they figured out what really happened. Paige was hoping it wouldn't come to that, and that instead, they'd to be too embarrassed to talk about what they would believe was an out of control drunken spree. Better safe than sorry. Revenge was sweet. Deleting the pictures and smashing Max's smartphone to bits was almost as much fun as stealing all their cash and pot and sodomizing them. The boys would have some sore sphincters in the morning.
The girls took the boys clothes, a handful of pot, their wallets, some low denomination dollar bills, and threw it all in the fireplace in an effort to fool the guys into thinking they had stage their own little bonfire of the vanities. As they watched the items smolder in the fireplace, a light went off in Paiges head, and she ran upstairs to the master bedroom that Leon's parent's used.
On her triumphant return downstairs, she held a tube of lipstick in one hand and two pairs of lacy panties in the other hand. She slipped the panties over Leon and Max's head, then caked both of their mouths and assholes with lipstick. Looking at Leon, she paused in contemplation for a moment and scribbled "Cherry Ass Bitch" in lipstick on his pale, skinny chest.
Janet splashed the remainder of the bottle of rum around the room and on the boys. Taking the bottle from her, Paige greased the neck up with lube and jammed it up Leon's ass. One final burst of inspiration hit Paige and she went downstairs to look for Leon's school bag, and came back upstairs with Leon's cell phone, tapping out a text message. After she had sent the message, she lubed up the phone and shoved into Max's rectum. The girls surveyed the scene around the room, giggled, and returned to their room on campus.
***
About fifteen minutes after Janet and Paige left Leon's house, a pick-up pulled into the drive-way, and a large, 300 pound redneck in overalls got out and after knocking on the door, letting himself in after testing the doorknob and finding it unlocked. Zed was angry with Leon. The little fucker with his high-school diploma thinking he could put one over on him. He was going to show him a thing or two. One of Leon's so-called buddies had ratted him out using his own cell-phone.
The scene in the living room stopped him dead in his tracks. The boys looked kinda hot all sprawled and passed out like that. It gave a man ideas. The smell of rum and smoldering skunk hung heavy in the air. He poked around the burnt, charred pile of clothes, weed, wallets, and money in the fireplace. Looks like the boys had already partied hearty with the marijuana that Leon had stolen. Dropping his overalls and stepping out of the fabric that pooled around his ankles, Zed gently pulled the rum bottle out of Leon's rectum.
Zed didn't mind taking payment in trade.
Not one bit.
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