from my pussy.
Just before the mid-year exams, we were invited to a party at Alice Wessel's place. Her parents were gone for the long weekend, to their holiday house in Plettenberg Bay. Alice lived in Upper Constantia, next to a wine estate. The other side of the property bordered the huge Table Mountain Nature Reserve. The nearest neighbors were a half a mile away, so we could pump up the music as loud as we liked.
Her parents had permanent security guards at the entrance to the house, so there were no unwanted guests. This was around the time that many kids' parties were being gate crashed by friends-of-friends and gangster kids, looking to steal, sell drugs, or just cause trouble. Mobile phones had altered the way teenagers interacted, and most upper-middle class kids had new cars by the time they turned 18. This was way different to what was considered 'normal' as little as a decade before.
Anyway, about a hundred kids were there, basically most of the Grade 10 class, and some older kids from the senior grades. Music pumped from the huge Bose speakers, stacked outside on the patio, next to the pool. Colorful LED lights lit up the garden and the pool, changing colors in synchronized sequences.
The thing with socializing with these kids, was that we all came from money, so wearing expensive clothing, having the latest cell phone and getting large amounts of disposable income, was nothing special. In order to get noticed, and stand out from everyone else, many kids behaved like jerks, or did incredibly stupid things just for attention — which brings me to the incident involving 27 cocks.
Samantha Glass was one of the spoiled rich kids. She was not particularly bright, nor talented, and even though she was attractive enough, people just weren't all that interested in her. To make matters worse, she had zero dress sense, always wearing clothing that didn't match, or that did the wrong things for her figure. She just didn't present herself well at all. Instead of cultivating a personality, or getting good at something, she chose instead to be as trashy as possible.
Her family was really rich, so she rebelled by dressing like she came from a trailer park. Instead of bringing her juice to school in a regular sports bottle, she used a Jack Daniels bottle. Stupid stuff like that. Samantha was jealous of Alice, due to her popularity, and because guys found her very attractive. Granted, Alice was hot: tall, blonde and pretty, with large green eyes. She was a dancer, so she had an incredible physique. I'm sure most of the girls in my grade were slightly envious of her. Samantha's master plan that night was to focus attention on herself, away from the host of the party.
We had a log fire going next to the outdoor pizza oven, on the patio. There were a bunch of us standing around the flames, drinking beers and spirit coolers. 'Alcopops' were all the rage back then for teen girls. They were potent in alcohol content, yet flavored enough so as not to taste like crap. For many, this was a recipe for disaster.
Whether she was just fueled by copious amounts of sweet fizzy booze beverages, or just being her usual fucked-up self, I will never know, but Samantha sauntered over to the fire and started blabbing on about the party from the weekend before. “You guys, wasn't it awesome at Jean's party, when Kyle and that goth chick from Obs College got it on in front of everyone? Fuck, so many guys watching had boners,” she said.
“Damn, that was pretty skanky, but kinda hot at the same time,” said Sue, a girl from my English class.
I'd heard about the incident. Apparently Kyle and this crazy goth girl had sex in the lounge, while other kids were watching. They were sniffing poppers (amyl nitrate) before hand, and were already getting quite hot and heavy on the sofa, before the goth chick ended up riding his cock right there, without worrying about onlookers.
“I'll bet that if that girl wanted to, she could have fucked a lot of those guys who were watching,” said Samantha. “What about stage fright?” chirped Andrew, “it's one thing watching someone else fuck and getting an erection, but not all guys can keep their boners with a whole bunch of people standing around.”
I raised an eyebrow and asked him: “Since when are you such an expert on group sex?”
“I just read a lot,” he replied, grinning. Read a lot of
Samantha went on to say: “I'm sure, that if I offered to give any guy here a blowjob, he'd be willing to get sucked in front of everyone. In fact, I'm convinced I can get a whole bunch of guys involved here.”
“Maybe even all of them,” she said, winking at Andrew.
This just pissed me off royally, and I blurted out: “Jeez, stop talking shit, Sam, there's like no damn way you will ever do something that absurd.”
“The fuck I won't… you want to dare me?” she challenged.
“Go for it,” I replied, “Let's see just how many boys will want to lower their standards tonight.”
This was exactly the response she was after. People were already taking notice of the conversation, since I was getting annoyed with her, and I didn't exactly keep my voice down. The raunchy exchange had caught the attention of one of the senior boys at the party. He was on the Provincial Water Polo squad, and was known for his sexual promiscuity and forwardness with girls in the school. He'd been drinking quite heavily that night, making him even more of a lout than usual.
“Hey, I'm willing,” he said, while whipping out his large, limp penis, “just not so sure about the 'able' part.” Samantha took her cue, and dropped to her knees on the lawn. She started stroking his shaft and flicking her tongue around the purplish-pink head of the circumcised cock. Not having any joy, she reached into his pants and carefully moved his testicles out from his open fly. She loosened his belt and licked his balls, before inserting them in her mouth, one testicle at a time. She continued working his shaft, and soon his cock started stiffening up.
By then, there was a tiny crowd surrounding the outdoor fireplace. More and more kids heard about what was going on, and pretty soon people at the back of the crowd were standing on chairs, to get a better view. Andrew and I had ringside seats, so to speak. I didn't want to make a scene by pushing through the crowd of people, dragging Andrew with me. I just sat there, fuming, while Andrew watched the live-action porn scene play out a couple of feet away from us.
As much as I disliked the girl, Samantha's cock-sucking skills were admirable. She used a lot of saliva, both to lubricate the large cock that was thrusting in her mouth, and to make those wet slurping sounds. She really played with her spit, making it thick and sticky, so it looked like cum. The technique worked and it was long before guy shot a massive load in her mouth.
Like a brazen whore, she took off her tight top, exposing her large, tanned breasts beneath. She did not swallow the sperm; instead she let it run out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her boobs. This spectacle was enough to convince many of the guys who were sporting boners in their pants, to get sucked by Samantha.
Within minutes, there was a whole queue of guys, with their pants around their ankles, stroking their hard cocks, while Sam sucked them off in series. She didn't bother rinsing her mouth out between cumshots, and the male participants were too eager to fuck her face than worry about getting another guy's sperm on their dicks.
Samantha sucked relentlessly, and within half an hour, she'd sucked 27 different cocks, with most the guys climaxing in her mouth, and others squirting their hot white goo over her breasts or face.
Alice was not impressed with the turn of events, and barged through the circle of onlookers, armed with a garden hose. “Since you're quite done with your display, you'll need to get cleaned up before you
Sam shrieked at the cold blast of water, but knew that she needed to get clean. “Don't even think of jumping into my heated pool, you psycho bitch,” hissed Alice, as she stood between Samantha and the edge of the pool.
Alice carried on blasting away with the hose, until the housekeeper showed up with a bucket of water and detergent, a mop and a towel. “I want all this fucking baby batter cleaned up
Samantha wrapped herself up in the warm, soft towel and reluctantly got to work cleaning up the bricks, while the housekeeper stood by and gave instructions. Alice walked away, smiling, and turned up the volume on the sound system.
I sort of felt bad for Sam, but also knew she'd brought it on herself. The guys who were involved in the incident went away from it with their reputations intact. Samantha was not so fortunate. For the rest of her time in high school with us, she was associated with the events of that night. It's kind of complimentary being labeled as a 'blowjob queen' when your boyfriend describes you like that. Not so much when you got you title the way Samantha did.
