Chapter 8 Spurties
“Get it all nice and wet, darling. Think of it like a real cock, if that helps.”
Angelique holds the thick dildo against the front of her dress, about where a cock would be if she had one — and this one is realistic enough that it could be confused for one.
It’s long and thick and covered in veins.
My stomach flutters at the sight. But even though I know what comes next, there’s still nothing that can prepare me for how it feels as the silicone tip slips inside me: hot sparks race up my back; my cock twitches involuntarily as Lucille lets out an excited giggle.
“Touch your clitty, too,” the woman with the bun says. “So your body learns how good it feels to suck a cock.”
I’m kneeling in front of Angelique, my skirts resting on my thighs.
My hand slips down through them until it finds its way to my shaft.
At first the sensations are too much; the second my fingers brush against my tip, the pleasure makes me let out an embarrassing squeak of delight and I almost lose my balance.
Another chorus of giggles rises up around me as I regain my grip on myself — both literally and figuratively — but by now all those sounds are making me feel warm and tingly instead of nervous.
“Kiss it, first.”
I must have hesitated for too long, because she grabs my chin and pulls me forwards up to the tip of the cock, holding me there until I comply with a kiss.
The room fills with sound again, but it’s not giggles, this time.
Now it’s heated gasps and a hint of moans.
I glance around the room and see hands beneath skirts or between legs — and not all of them belong to their owners.
“You have such a lovely little sissy hole, Jessie. It’s what you were made for, isn’t it? To be filled, fucked, used. You’re going to take my whole big cock for us tonight, just like a good girl would,” Angelique murmurs, tilting my head back to her.
“Oh, I can’t wait to see her get fucked,” giggles one woman.
“Me neither,” purrs Lucille.
My kisses on the shaft turn into tentative sucks of the tip.
I experiment with licking along its length to the delight of the gathered women.
I expected to feel silly like this, but instead I feel more aroused than ever.
My dress brushes against my skin, my cock throbbing in my grip, every inch of me coated in silk or lace or satin.
Of course sucking a cock feels good like this. It’s right.
“Oh,” I gasp as a tremor of pleasure washes through me.
“Good girl,” Angelique murmurs. It’s almost enough to push me over the edge. “On your back, now.”
Anxiety, again, but this time it’s buried beneath my skirts and my pleasure.
As I lay back, my skirts pool out around me and pile in front of me, blocking my view of what’s happening between my legs.
All I can do is feel and listen and watch the reaction of the women, all of whom are openly touching themselves and each other.
Even Angelique has a hand between her legs as she kneels to press the tip of the dildo against my hole.
She pushes my legs up and back, pivoting my pelvis and opening me up to her.
Her hands slip across my stockings until they come to rest on my thighs; one moves further down towards my ass before finding my cock again.
I let out another involuntary squeak when she touches it.
I’ve never felt like this before. Is this how girls feel for their first time?
I don’t even have a chance to answer that question — Angelique thrusts inside of me and there’s a rush of sensation: pain but also pleasure, something foreign but exciting.
There’s so much pressure, so many feelings at once that I nearly scream with delight as soon as the sound escapes my mouth.
My cock jumps in her grasp. The women are gasping along with me now, fingers pumping in and out of pussies or rubbing furiously over them.
Marilyn leans over to kiss Lucille, who eagerly reciprocates; one of the other women joins in to lick Marilyn’s neck.
Another pair of lips presses against mine for a moment; the scent of perfume fills my nostrils before a tongue finds its way into my mouth.
As she slides the shaft into me, I let out a strangled moan and my eyes flutter closed.
Sparks erupt inside of me that mount into an inferno of pleasure that spreads out to my fingertips and toes.
The sensations threaten to overwhelm me: Angelique pressing into me with slow, steady thrusts; Lucille watching with eager hunger in her gaze; Marilyn beaming at me from across the room.
There’s no end to the pleasure I’m feeling now, both physical and mental, until all I can think about is how good this feels and how badly I want more. How desperately I need it.
“Are you going to spurt, sissy?” Angelique murmurs through hot breaths.
“N-not without... without...”
My voice trails off as another shudder rolls through me; even without words, everyone understands what I’m saying.
“Oh, don’t worry, Jessica,” Marilyn says breathlessly, breaking away from a kiss. “I won’t make you wait too long.”
I’m not sure if it’s the thought of getting permission to cum or the look on her face as she speaks or the sight of my high-heels dangling in the air, my vision framed by my stockings, that pushes me closer to my edge, but something does.
My whole body tenses up in preparation for an orgasm, but just as I start to lose control — as the world around me grows hazy with bliss and my heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest — Lucille growls, “Stop!”
Angelique’s thrusts end suddenly, pulling the dildo out of me all at once; there’s a flash of disappointment until I remember: good girls wait for permission before they cum.
Marilyn gives me a sympathetic smile. She looks like she might explode from her own pleasure, as do all the other women in the room.
The woman with the bun leans against Lucille, who eagerly sucks on one exposed nipple while Marilyn slurps another.
There’s so much arousal in this room that I feel dizzy from it.
My cock twitches angrily in front of me as my balls tighten, threatening to erupt again, even though I know better now.
“Good girl,” Marilyn coos across the room. “I knew you could be patient until Angelique milks you dry.”
Angelique doesn’t waste any time: she pushes back inside of me without hesitation and resumes her rhythmic thrusts.
The sensations hit me like an explosion each time: I never thought having something in there would feel this good!
Even if I’m not allowed to cum yet, I don’t want it to stop either.
Just the sound of Angelique panting is enough to drive me crazy; feeling the shaft gliding along my insides makes everything else fall away until all that remains is pleasure.
All that matters anymore is how good this feels, and showing them just how much I enjoy getting fucked.
My legs slip down around Angelique’s waist. The dildo slides in deeper with every push inside of me now, brushing up against some new place deep inside me; the feeling makes my vision blur.
My eyes close as my hips roll forward of their own volition.
A strangled moan escapes my lips; there are answering gasps and murmurs around me from the watching women.
My hands clench around fistfuls of fabric beneath me until my knuckles go white; my body shakes and quivers but I do my best to keep from losing control again.
“Don’t hold back,” says Lucille from somewhere far away. “I want to hear you spurt.”
Another shudder courses through me at her words; before I can even react, Marilyn adds breathlessly, “Give us a little show, darling.”
“I need — I need —”
“Make your spurties, Jessica,” Marilyn says to the delight of everyone in the room.
The second she says it, my whole body goes rigid.
It’s all too much: the sensations between my legs, the sound of Angelique groaning as she plays with herself with one hand and fucks me with the other, the feel of my petticoat and dress and stockings against me.
All that pleasure comes crashing down on me at once and I find myself moaning louder and louder, the pressure building into tightness like that first night in the babydoll with Marilyn, rising, struggling to go through —
“Oh, oh, oh! ” I squeal.
My hips thrust forward without control. A torrent of cum sprays out of me in hot waves, landing first on my skirts, and then on my face and all around.
My vision goes white. I’m screaming now; Angelique’s gasping right along with me.
I can barely make out the sound of the women watching us climaxing alongside us through the ringing in my ears.
It takes so long for the last drops to squeeze out of me that by the time they finally do, I’m completely spent.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone spurt that much,” says Lucille quietly.
“And she never needed to touch her clitty,” Marilyn says with obvious approval.
The room bursts into excited chatter again as I lie there panting.
They’re talking about what a good girl I am and how pretty it was when I came but I’m too dizzy from bliss to focus on anything other than breathing.
Everything feels tingly and fuzzy — even more so than usual — until my head begins to clear.
The first thing I see is Marilyn beaming at me.
My heart flutters and fills my stomach with butterflies.
“Come here, darling,” Marilyn whispers. “Was this a good girls’ night?”
“Yes, Miss Mary,” I gasp, still struggling to catch my breath.
“Just wait until the next one.”