Angie choked. The penis stuttered in her mouth, pounding in and out, plugging her throat. It seemed to heat up in her hands and mouth. She struggled to breath. Her cheeks tired of being stretched outward and being pushed inward. She started to pull away from it.
Blind passion took over Robbie. He grabbed Angie's head in both hands. Then clenched it in a death grip and pulled it toward him, forcing his penis harder into her mouth. It's unleashed head machine-gunned at her throat cruelly. His groans rose. His body was a mass of turned on feeling.
Suddenly he felt it coming. He gripped Angie's head harder. To still it. It was coming, coming. He cried out. Loudly. A frightened animal cry. And another. And another. Again and again. Ejaculate sprayed her throat powerfully, flooding both her throat and her mouth. Her cheeks bulged. Her Adam's apple rose and fell as she gulped painfully to swallow. Another pressurized squirt burned through his penis. Robbie's mind spiraled. His whole being turned on.
Angie's eyes rolled. Her cheeks pouched out like a squirrels' cheeks full of nuts. Painful gulps wracked her body. She couldn't. She couldn't swallow. No more. She struggled to open her mouth. To breath. Her skin turned white.
'Man! Look at that,' Keith said in awe.
Robbie's penis spurted again and again. Four big ones. A fearful grimace of pleasure froze on his face. Angie gulped. The semen gurgled down her throat. She was sure each time she couldn't swallow again. Pain filled her mind. Her agonized face was dead-white.
'Shouldn't we pull him out?' Jim asked anxiously.
'Would you want to be?' Brad asked him.
Nobody said anything. They knew the answer. Hell, no. The boys stared, hypnotized by the sight.
The last little spurts came. Robbie's rigid body relaxed. His monstrous organ became flaccid. His hands loosened on her head. The limp penis slid out of her mouth.
Angie fell back on the bed exhausted. Rasping breaths shook her whole body. Color began coming back to her cheeks. Angry thought raced in her mind.
The other boys crowded around Robbie, pounding him affectionately.
'Hey, man, you really turned on.'
'Helluva trip for the first one.'
'Sure you haven't been fucking your mother?'
'Go on! He's probably been screwing that fat-assed sister of yours.'
'Don't say anything about my sister!'
'Don't get uptight. He's just kidding.'
'How'd you like it? Something, huh?'
'You're a real man.'
Robbie beamed self-consciously. He'd never imagined it could be so good. But now he felt real tired. Bone- weary.
'I wanna sit down,' he said, a small whine in his voice.
Willing hands held him up. 'Here. Sit over here. It's the most comfortable chair.' They escorted him to the easy chair.
Robbie plopped himself down. His lanky frame hung all over it, dangling arms and legs onto the floor. He laid back and closed his eyes. He'd never felt so content.
'God damn it, you guys! You should have helped me,' Angie raged.
Brad waved his arms helplessly. 'What could we do?'
'Pull him out.'
'Right at his orgasm?' Scott said aghast.
'He damned near choked me to death,' Angie said defensively.
'Would you like it?' Glen asked. 'To stop on the brink?'
'I would if I were choking to death,' Angie asserted.
'But you weren't,' Jim said.
'It sure as hell felt like it,' Angie insisted.
'But he was having a ball!' Jim said.
'It was no ball for me,' Angie stated positively.
Everybody stopped talking to consider her last words. Suddenly Glen started laughing.
'Ball!' Glen gasped.
The other boys looked at him, laughing hysterically. Then they caught on to the joke. They started laughing too.
'What's so Goddamned funny?' Angie asked suspiciously.
The boys laughed even harder, throwing themselves on the floor and rolling around.
Angie stared at them, a puzzled frown on her face. 'What is it?'
'No balls for me,' Scott told her, tears streaming down his face.
Angie caught on. She began laughing too. Balls! She caught the hysteria and began laughing harder. She began rolling back and forth on the bed, her arms holding her sides, laughing madly.
Brad recovered first, his eyes attracted to the ivory-colored moons of her soft, shimmering buttocks reflecting the light. Unconsciously his mouth dropped open as he drank in the sensuous curves of her smooth white bottom rolling from side to side so titillatingly. His laughter died in his throat; he was aware of his hot penis burning between his legs. He stood up then jumped on her moving body on the bed.
The other boys were quick to notice Brad's action. They jumped up and in ones and twos tackled the two tangled bodies on the bed. The mass of electric arms and legs wildly flashing in the dim light beat on each other half in fun and half in earnest.
Hands grazed at every part of Angie's body all at once. At her yielding breasts, her curvy back, her soft firm tummy, her rounded buttocks, her hair covered vaginal lips, her blood-streaked inner thighs. She twisted her body to and fro, screaming happily, excited by the lightning-powered fingers rousing her flesh. Her hysteria rose. Her laughter turned into a long screech of joy. She flopped her body about, enjoying the crushing weight on her, the stinging slaps, the grazing fingers.
'Eeee, eeee, eeee!' Her cries rose higher and higher until they stopped. Her body shook silently with the excitement. She gasped for breath.
The tumbling bodies frolicked happily about, beating and tickling each other. Their energy soared for a while and then waned. The bruises on their bodies began to hurt.
'Get your finger outta my eye.'
'Quit kicking my dick!'
'Jab your own ass.'
Pairs of boys began fighting each other in earnest.
Brad took advantage of the situation and hung onto a breast of Angie's, sucking away for dear life, while his left hand played with her blood-stained thighs and sperm-soaked vagina.
Scott was the first to notice. 'Hey, you guys. Quit being asses. Brad's making time.'
Instantly the fighting stopped. They all stared at Brad and Angie.
'Whose turn was it?' Jim asked.
'Shoulda been mine as much as his,' Keith said bitterly.
'I was just as big,' Scott said aggrieved.
'No, you weren't,' Keith shouted.
'Hell I wasn't,' Scott retorted.
'Cool off, you guys,' Glen intervened. 'You're letting Brad shaft you.'
Jim grabbed one of Brad's legs and started pulling it. 'He shouldn't start until we all agree to it.'
All pounced on Brad, trying to pull him off of Angie. Slowly they dragged his body backwards.
Brad had poked his third finger in her vagina so her hips were dragged too. And Brad's mouth had developed such a suction on her breast that the rubbery breast stretched thinly between Angie's chest and his mouth pulling away.
Angie screamed in pain. Her hands beat on Brad's head, trying to make him open his jaw.
Jim struck at Brad's head too. 'Let go, Brad.'
