divine.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me?" My partner's voice was like honey, dripping on every word. I heard a whimper escape my lips and felt my head nod. Why did I nod? I heard some laughs from across the room.

"Don't you see how eager he is? I bet he's hard already." I felt a hand reach between my legs. "Yup! Hard as a rock, my pretty little thing." I shut my eyes, embarrassed, but thankfully someone else started speaking. Everyone else went back to their playful banter, teasing and joking about whatever was on their minds. After a few drinks, the jokes flowed easier and the banter was more entertaining. But my partner's hand lingered, possessive on my crotch. I was indeed hard, and their grip kept me that way. After a few minutes, someone else must have noticed.

"Hey, that's no fair! If you brought something to play with you should have brought enough for the class." Laughter ensued. I hid my face in embarrassment.

I felt a shrug to my side. "His mouth is still wide open. He loves fingers in there." That was not the answer I had expected. I raised my head to deny it, but before I could say anything I felt a strong hand grab my face, two fingertips pressing against my lips. The hand on my crotch tightened, and I instantly melted. My partner's voice slid into my ear as a whisper: "Be a good boy for me, baby. Can you do that, my love?"

There was that sensation again. I must have agreed, since the next thing I remember is opening my lips, allowing the foreign fingers to probe my mouth. I remember licking, sucking on them eagerly. I remember the hand on my crotch starting to massage me in reward, and I moaned around the hand. I heard assorted giggles, along with a few demeaning remarks, but mostly I heard my partner's voice. It was my anchor, the only real thing in the world, that steady stream of praise piped directly to my brainstem. "You're doing so good, baby. Such a pretty boy, sucking on those fingers like it were a cock. You're putting on quite a show. Do you like this, baby, putting on this performance for me? Don't you like to show yourself off?"

The fingers slowly removed themselves from my mouth. I whined and tried to hold on to them, but I leaned forward so far I nearly fell over. At that I heard more laughing, and was that clapping? My fuzzy mind slowly regained some clarity. Our friends sat around us, visibly intrigued. Several were leaning forward, grinning and ready to pounce. A few others were leaned back, savoring the show. I think I saw one had already started touching herself. I saw one of the more eager ones step up and ask my partner, "may I?" I couldn't see their reaction but I felt a nod to my side, and suddenly she had straddled my hips, pushing me back against the couch. Fingers entered my mouth while a hand groped my chest, so much more forceful than the last one. I tried to lick her fingers like I had the last set, but she was more interested in fucking my face. In and out she went, assaulting my mouth over and over, all while she gripped me, played with my nipples through my shirt, tweaked and tugged and pinched my skin. Soon enough I was drooling while she laughed, my partner's hand sandwiched between us. Still they whispered into my ear encouragement: "Such an adorable thing, getting used all over, taking this so well. So easy, so obedient, so pliable." After a few moments, the fingers in my mouth were replaced by a tongue, sliding deep down my throat with every thrust. She wasn't kissing me, I realized, just seeing how far she could reach with her tongue. She had taken her hands and wrapped them around my collarbone, inching them up to my throat, pinning me down with her body weight. I whimpered into her mouth, thrust my hips into my partner's hand, and sat there overwhelmed for several moments. Eventually she released me from her grasp to applause from across the room, and I felt suddenly empty.

One by one I felt others approach, ask permission from my partner, and take turns putting on a show. They removed my clothing bit by bit, got bolder as time went on. They pushed me down onto the couch, lifted me onto their lap, spanked my ass. They teased every inch of my skin, elicited every noise I could make, and cheered every time. All the while my partner poured compliments and praise into my ear:

"Oh aren't you grinding on him so well my darling, aren't you so pretty thrusting against him like that, oh make sure you don't cum baby, oh wouldn't that be embarrassing."

"Oh isn't that so sweet baby, you've arched your back for them, puffing out your chest like a good little whore. Oh you look so pretty rubbing your nipples like that, they didn't even ask you to."

"Such a sweet boy, stripping off your pants like that. Go ahead, give them a show, bend your ass over and put your goods on display. You know how cute you are, go ahead and show yourself off."

"Baby, I know you can moan louder than that. They're grinding themselves on your ass, I know that's just driving you up the wall. Go ahead and show them how much you really want them, how much you need this."

Eventually I'm laid out across the table, completely naked, my cock twitching in the air as someone takes their turn teasing my thighs with their fingertips. Most everyone around me is still fully clothed, though I think a few in the back may be openly masturbating. My partner sits at my head, stroking my hair, continuing to whisper in my ear. They occasionally stop to nod in approval to the next violation, or to clap in applause in turn with the others. By this point they have me complete under control, every ounce of my resistance gone. It's only now through glossed-over eyes that someone from the back steps up, and I see them unzip their pants.

They step up and ask my partner something, I can't catch what, but I feel them nod before a cock is pressed against my lips. I open my mouth wide, savoring its unique flavor, twirling the precum off the head and lubricating the shaft. I eagerly tilt my head up for more, taking it deeper and deeper inside of me. I hear my partner again: "Oh my wonderful boy, my eager little thing. I knew you wanted it, but I didn't know you needed it so badly. Look at you, taking their cock like a champ. Do you like how it tastes? Do you like the smell? Do you like the way their balls push up against your nose? We put you at the perfect height for fucking but I should never have doubted your ability, my love." I moaned at their words, moaned as I worked the dick in my mouth as well as I could. I could tell they had been masturbating for a while, and it was even hotter knowing they had been touching themselves to the sight of me. After some time still, they began to thust into my mouth, taking my head into their hands for a better grip. My eyes began to water from the force, the length, and I opened my throat to take it deeper. "Do you want them to come down your throat, my dear? Do you want to be a good little cumdump for me?" Unable to form words, unable to nod, I simply moaned louder. They must have taken it as a the 'yes' it was, since they pulled my head close and shot rope after rope into my throat. I felt the heat of their body, the pulsing of their cock, the warmth flowing into me, but more than anything I heard my partner's voice: "Oh, such a wonderful boy, such a good little cumdump. You're taking it so well baby, just swallow, there we go, and again, you can take it. Isn't that so nice? Doesn't it feel so good, taking them all the way like that? Don't you know how thankful they are? Oh yes you should have heard their grunts, their moans, the noises they made when they finished inside of you."

Others came up to finish on me after that. A few of them sat on my face and let me eat then out, others simply used my hand to masturbate with. A few others jerked off onto my chest or my face, while still more used my hole. They had lube somewhere, not that I could keep track, and started to split me open over and over again. Soon enough two or three would go at a time, switching off as each one finished. All the while my partner sat by my head, giving me praise after praise.

"Oh baby look at that, another one right between your nipples. You're like a regular Jackson Pollock, my priceless work of art. Make sure you keep sucking now baby, you wouldn't want him to go soft on you. That lady on your left might also want some help, go ahead and giver her a hand."

"Ssh, ssh, it's okay baby, I know this one's bigger than all of the rest, but I told him he could have a turn and I just know you can take him. Spread your legs a bit and- oh, there you go. That's probably the biggest you've ever taken, isn't it? Such a good boy, setting all sorts of new records today. You should see how pretty you are, spread out like this. Such a good boy for me."

"Of course you can't cum yet baby, you know only I can let you do that. But she wants you inside her so badly, so you're just going to have to wait. And even if she cums on your dick, you just have to hold yourself back. Can you do that for me baby? Of course, I knew you would. Go ahead, now let her fuck herself on you, and don't forget to keep jerking off that gentleman to your right, you don't want to keep him waiting or he might take it out on your ass again."

I'm fairly certain my partner let every single person there cum on me at least twice before they took me themselves for the grand finale. They stripped the rest of the way, took me in their arms and whispered into my ear, "Now I want to put on a show for them. They got to play with you, but only I know how to fuck you the way you need. Do you want to put on the show of a lifetime, my love? Do you want to put on a performance they'll never forget?" They knew my answer, but I whined out for all to hear.

"Please baby, please fuck me the way I need. Take me, take me for yourself and make me yours-" they picked me up and pinned me to the couch between two bystanders, sliding their cock inside of me with a low growl. "Please, baby, mark my body. Take me by the throat and force your way inside of me-" they started thrusting in and out, one hand on my hip and the other on my throat. "Lift me in the air, throw my body around the way you need-" I didn't even have time to finish the thought before they had me held against their body, bouncing me on their cock as I kept myself upright with my thighs. I arched my back, moaning out to the crowd with every thrust, exclaiming my partner's name in shriek after shriek. They pinned me against a wall, fucking me from behind, before maneuvering down to the ground and fucking me doggy-style. They pulled my hair back so I could watch the crowd as I got punded, my vision blurring with every thrust. They were enthralled, many still touching themselves openly to the sight. I moaned even louder, and was rewarded by having my face shoved down into the ground and my ass spanked red. Eventually my partner flipped me over and laid me across the laps of several other participants, encouraging them to fondle and play as they took their last thrusts. Within moments I had fingers back in my mouth, hands playing with the cum on my face, nails running down my chest, and my partners hand on my dick. They stroked my shaft at the same speed they thrust, firm and deep, and I knew they were close. I held contact with their eyes, moaning out their name, arching my back for the playful hands on my body. I held back my own orgasm until I could no longer, and cried out in pleasure when the sensations overtook my senses. My clenching must have pushed them over the edge, because I felt their heart speed up, their rhythm slow, their body start to pour itself through my hole, pulse after rhythmic pulse. It was better than every load I had taken so far, so markedly different, I whined and squirmed in ecstacy as I shot my own all over my chest. The hands assaulting me slowed, as did my partner's thrusts, and soon I was left breathless and full, panting their name over and over.

Many of the naked participants cleaned themselves and others, though they took special care of me. My partner brought me wet towels, cleaned my face and my skin with their gentle touch, and laid me down in the middle of a breathless pile of exhaustion. I felt others cuddling me, nuzzling against my front or back, and felt the warmth of the pile, both physical and emotional. They touched me gently, holding me and stroking my hair, my side. My partner returned and took their position cuddling me directly from behind, wrapping a protective arm over me, and I felt even more content than before. Sleepy moans and yawns intertwined as the last few members lied down, pleased with the night's proceedings.

Ugh, tumblr, so bad at horizontal pics…

Morrin and Anya time!! Anya’s helping Morrin through a spontaneous transformation… no worries, she’s done it before.