It rocketed up into me, thick throbbing streams of his semen that filled me to the brim and cascaded back out, covering the base of his cock.
“Open your mouth,” my father suddenly said, standing beside the bed with his cock in his hand. He was rapidly jacking off, the swollen head of his penis only an inch from my face. “I'm going to come right now.”
And he did.
I barely had time to get my mouth open before his cum shot out from that little slit in the very tip of his dick and instantly coated my tongue with it. I swallowed it as fast as it jetted out, one thick stream after another finding my mouth, but more than a little of it ended up in my face, on my chin, in my hair, and even on my uncle's cell phone.
“My dad just came in my mouth,” I informed Kimberly, trying to catch my breath. “He came on Uncle Jack's cell phone, too!” I added, laughing. “God, what a load of cum he shot out!”
“Swallow some for me,” Kimberly laughed back, breathing raggedly herself. “Hey, I just heard Amy's mom come home. We'd better go.”
“I love you, cousin,” I proclaimed, meaning it. “I can't want to get my hands on you, Kimmie! And my mouth! And my cunt”
“Me, neither,” she laughed. “Eat'ya later.”
And then she was gone.
I gingerly held out the cum-splattered cell phone to my Uncle Jack, who was looking up at it with clear distaste. He was still breathing hard, his blonde hair damp with sweat, his thick cock still pulsing within my sopping cunt.
“I've got three of the damn things,” he informed me. “So you can keep it, Emily. But only if you'll lick all your dad's cum off it.”
I shrugged with a little smile.
“No problem,” I told him. “Watch this…”
And as both my father and my Uncle Jack watched closely (which weirdly excited me for some reason, the little show-off aspect), I slowly licked every drop of my dad's sticky warm cum off the cell phone I now owned, planning to take it back with me to Miss Hellview's Private School for Girls.
Even though I knew all cell phones were absolutely banned. And punishable by death.
CHAPTER 19
Back at school that night, my crotch finally began to feel the results of the almost unbelievable series of sexual adventures I'd had since I'd arrived.
In that ratty motel room, my father and my uncle fucked me frantically, in every position we could imagine. My uncle's cock was finally the first to go all the way up my asshole, ever, so that my father managed to bury himself to the hilt in it next. Finally. And each of them shot such a load of cum into my rectum I could still feel it making its way out.
It was just after 10:00 p.m. when I got back and I fell onto my bed with an exhausted sigh, the tiny cell phone hidden in my hand. There was such a strict school policy against them, I decided not to tell my roommates about it. Better for them if they didn't know. I slid it under my pillow until I could figure out where to hide it later.
And I was even too tired to masturbate, which I did every night of my life. Multiple times. My plan instead was to simply sleep the rest of my life away. Or at least the night.
No such luck.
“Velda and Ingrid were in here looking for you,” Pamela told me, sitting up. “They were mad.”
“They said it's because you hurt Carol,” Maryanne threw in, but then smiled. “The other girls think you're a hero, the way you took care of her. She was even a worse bully than Velda.”
“Really?”
I slowly got undressed, yawning, hanging up my school uniform and leaving on my white cotton panties. They were still damp in the rear, from seepage, but better than soiling my nice clean sheets. It was a warm evening, so I slipped on a shorty blue nightgown and crawled into bed.
“I'm too tired to think about it,” I admitted. “Maybe they won't came back tonight.”
Little Pamela shook her head.
“They're night owls,” she told me. “They'll be back. And they'll make all three of us, you know, lick them. But you might be able to get an hour or two of sleep before they show up again.”
I rolled over, then put my head under my pillow. Next to my new cell phone. I intended to call my cousin Kimberly tomorrow and have more phone sex with her, as often as possible, in fact, until I could figure out how to get back home and eat her sweet little pussy for real. Thinking of doing it gave me a weary smile.
Then I thought of Velda and Ingrid.
“Just wake me up when it's my turn to lick their cunts,” I called out. “I could use the practice.”
Pamela was wrong.
Velda and Ingrid didn't use their key to come into our room until 2:30 a.m., giving me a solid four and a half hours of sleep. It wasn't enough, normally, for a growing little 11-year-old girl, but it was far better than an hour or two.
“Wake up, slut!” Velda kicked the side of my bed, standing there beside it in the near dark. “Get out of bed!”
She was holding a small but powerful flashlight, shining it in my face until I finally opened my eyes. Then she aimed it at the floor so I could get up.
Instead of her uniform, I noticed, she was in jeans and a dark pullover top, as was little Ingrid. Which was appropriate dress for a nighttime raid against their fellow students. I nodded, still coming awake, then swung my bare legs onto the floor.
“Hello, girls,” I said sleepily. “Should I take off my panties?”
I mean, why fight it?
I knew they wanted oral sex and it turned out to be a fun thing to do, whether the girls making you do it thought you were being forced or not. And big blonde 14-year-old Velda, like her gorgeous aunt, had a particularly sweet-looking cunt, one I still hadn't gotten my eager face into. She'd fucked me ragged with that strap-on dildo/vibrator the night before, it was true, but I'd never licked her pussy at all.
I was assuming that's how we'd start tonight, but she surprised me.
“Shut up,” she said. “You're coming with us.”
And while Pamela and Maryanne finally came awake in time to see her roughly grab my arm and drag me to my feet, she and Ingrid led me to the door. “Where are you taking her?” Maryanne wanted to know, which instantly got her a flashlight beam in the face. “Not to the well, I hope!”
Great.
The night before, during all the sexual pussy-fun gymnastics I'd had with Maryanne and Pamela, they'd told me many nightmare stories about Velda and Carol and Ingrid and their bullying campaign against the other students.
One of the stories (pure rumors and lies, I was certain) was about the three bullies throwing a girl named Suzie who wouldn't knuckle under into an ancient well hidden somewhere back on the property. To never be seen again.
They swore it was true, as told to them by a girl who knew a girl who used to be Suzie's roommate.
“Say a word, we'll come back for you,” Velda said. “I'm serious.”
As she and Ingrid pushed and pulled me to the door, I complained, “I'm just in my nightgown and I don't have any shoes on.”
It didn't even slow them down.
“Tough,” Ingrid told me. “You won't need them where you're going.”
“And I really have to pee!”
