The Teen Bukkake 'Princess

"Not unless you want her to scream to wake the entire neighborhood," the man who was attempting to tongue-punch her hole responded.

The crew was only mildly disappointed by their young "girlfriend's" anal deficiencies. She was only eighteen and, besides, she had two other slutholes to offer, and that was still plenty enough.

She attempted to please the dicks that were offered here despite the sick feeling that channeled through her stomach. A wall of cock often surrounded the teen, and she desperately tried to take hold of every suitor and wet his prick with her mouth. The men patiently took turns with young Brittany, who sucked and jerked to the best of her ability.

After several minutes of her oral pleasing, a couple picked Brittany up, each holding one leg and buttocks, spreading her wide for an experienced suitor, as she wrapped an arm around the shoulder of each of the two holding her.

Several men took their turns at her, pumping her hard with dicks that ranged across the spectrum in size.

The girl moaned and sighed. These men were making her cunt wet.

Finally, Mr. Edwards inserted his giant prick. While the other men still held her body up, she looked to see who it was getting dips on her now. Upon seeing that it was Mr. Edwards thrusting inside her, the girl felt sweet relief. She closed her eyes and dropped her head into her suitor's arms. Mr. Edwards felt so good.

"Ohhhh...ohhhh....please fuck me harder."

"I'm doing that, baby girl."

Mr. Edwards drove it home, fucking the girl as hard as he could manage.

"Please don't stop. Please!"

The girl's exclamations ringed throughout the living room and the hall.

The host blasted away with his cock as the teen cummed all over him, her back arching up and convulsing in the men's arms. Shivers racked her body. Her spine twisted as her suitors held her tight.

As she sighed and attempted to gather herself, the men placed her back down on the carpet.

For a moment, no one seemed sure how to proceed. The sight of Brittany cumming on Mr. Edwards' dick had been too much perhaps.

It didn't take too long, however, for a large black man to approach Brittany, who was now anxiously awaiting whatever or whomever was next for her. She had begun fingering her pussy as she knelt there on the floor. Two other black men approached alongside. They were the only non-white members of the crew. The other men, however, seemed particularly fascinated by the event about to unfold.

"Gonna see if she likes her some chocolate, Marcus" one of the white men asked.

"You know it, brother."

"We just letting you white boys soften her up a little first," one of the men standing beside Marcus said in jest.

Brittany looked at the cocks of the three men. They were large and impressive, as large as Mr. Edwards', if not even bigger. Veins throbbed throughout their length. The spit they had been lubricating their cocks with allowed their big black pricks to glisten in the light of the living room.

"Okay, little princess. Here you go," Marcus said as he looked down at her.

Brittany took hold of his giant dick and placed it smoothly in her mouth, her pink lips creating a unique contrast to the man's black shaft as she slobbered upon it. It was so thick, she had difficulty spreading her jaws. And her mouth was beginning to hurt from taking all these men. These black men were not helping the matter.

"That's it, girl, you can do it," Marcus encouraged. "Don't give up now. You getting to be nasty now."

Brittany looked up at the man with her pretty blue eyes, his huge black cock massaging her throat.

The two other men huddled in, their erect dicks pointing straight at the white teen's face. All three attempted to shove their big black cocks in her mouth at the same time for fun. Just to make her sweat a bit. Brittany's face resembled that of a tuna's. The other men had fun making jokes about her apparent state of duress while she moaned like a whore in her attempt to accommodate her new black friends.

"I can't stand this shit, anymore. Take that bitch to the couch," Marcus demanded.

The two men dragged Brittany by her arms to the couch, where they placed her on her back, propping her pussy at the edge for Marcus. Kneeling, Marcus inserted his impressive dong into the teen. Brittany yelled in surprised pain.

"It's okay, baby girl. We gonna take good care of you."

Marcus gently began to thrust his cock inside her. Soon, Brittany was adjusting, and Marcus pumped with full vigor.

The black man fucking her was a square-jawed, flawless specimen. He possessed a hint of stubble, and he grunted such that Brittany could not help but be turned on by his raw manliness.

"That's it, girl." Marcus groaned fiercely as he blasted away. "We going to get this little white bitch in her place, yes sir."

"Come on, my brothers, get you a turn," Marcus said to the two men seeking Brittany's oral attention as she lay on her back on the coach.

While one of the men sat on the coach, another picked the girl up and placed her on his friend's dick, her sweaty ass facing the rest of the room.

Rap music still sounding over the stereo, the "big game" still on, Brittany's ass fat jiggled all over Demario's long, thick cock. The sound of skin flapping against skin made the living room a veritable erotic echo chamber. Her pussy was so wet by this point that her own cum was running down her upper thighs. Demario appeared to be the youngest member of the entire group of men, maybe in his mid-thirties, yet Brittany looked intensely in his eyes as if she were the experienced one and he the novice.

Mingling with the music and the drone of the announcer was Brittany's moans. Demario's cock felt so good. She placed her arm around the back of his neck as he fucked her hard.

The contrast between the bleach blonde and the jet black skin of her new friends excited the entire cohort of men who masturbated even harder.

Brittany's pussy was sopping wet as she came hard on Demario's cock.

"Ohhhh, shiiiiitttttt,this white girl going off," Marcus jokingly sounded.

The rest of the men couldn't help but laugh.

Tyquan, or "Ta-Ta," as they called him, pushed the girl off his friend's cock. He forced her in a perfect doggy stance, on all fours, her ass facing out from the couch. He rode her hard, pulling her long blonde hair, and her neck turned up and eyes shut. She sounded like a complete whore.

"I'm gonna ride this little white pony," Ta-Ta laughed to the others.

The girl's ass cheeks flapped relentlessly in tune with the sound of Ta-Ta's thrusts hitting her skin.

Mr. Edwards smiled.

"Rob, brother, I can't take this anymore," Marcus said. "I'm ready to blow. Like fuckin' Krakatua."

Stroking his thick cock, Mr. Edwards responded, "Yeah, man, I think she's ready now."

"So, does "daddy's little princess" like some cum," someone asked.

"If she doesn't, she will after we're through," Mr. Edwards remarked. "She's had her fun so far. That little pussy has enjoyed this a bit too much. It's time for her to really learn some manners. Time for daddy's girl to get herself a fucking reality check."

A few men lifted her off Demario's huge black prick and forced her head down into the couch cushions. Her big tanned ass was contorted in the air so that it nearly resembled a heart, the upper contours of her butt forming a perfect shape as they dipped down to her crack. Sweat dripped down her ass cheeks, given the impression her butt had been oiled.

"Twerk for us, princess!"

"Twerk, twerk, twerk," she crew shouted in unison.

Brittany's cheeks begin to flap up and down, her ass fat finally performing that dance the men had demanded of her earlier. Her asshole peaked out on occasion, as her ass fat jiggled to the tune of a perfect little number.

"Ya'll ready for this shit?"

The little teen felt something extremely stiff and cold intrude upon her asshole. A short, stiff plastic object had entered her. Mr. Edwards hoisted the canister up higher and the whip cream poured into her ass. The girl felt the cold sensation inside; it sent her into chills and made her butthole tickle. She whipped her long blonde hair back so that the majority of her beautiful mane rested on her back near her ass crevice. With eyes bathed in mascara, she looked up at the wall before her. There was a family picture. But Brittany couldn't think.

"Okay, girlie, shit it out for us."

Someone pulled her butt cheeks as far apart as manageable to expose every bit of her anus.

Brittany was confused but quickly learned that the only way to get this mess out of her rectum was by forcing it out. She strained. Her little face contorted and turned red. The family portrait stared down as the inexperienced girl slipped up. She farted the cream out, repulsed and embarrassed. The stream of whip cream blasted out on to the floor in an artistic wave. The men, however, did not seem to mind and made her lick the milky cream up. Brittany wanted to barf, she was so uncomfortable and humiliated. But she kept at it.

Finishing her sloppy meal, several of the men laid on separate cushions of the couch, lifting up their legs and exposing their hairy assholes to the girl. Someone grabbed her from behind and drove her to the first man of the gauntlet.

"Eat those buttholes, fuck pig."

Brittany was horrified by the sight awaiting her. Although every fiber of her viscera reacted with sheer revulsion to what these cruel men were doing to her, she struggled for self-control. And could find none. It was almost as if these men had usurped her body and mind, her entire will. When commanded, she just did things now. She was machine-like in her compliance.

The girl's tongue met the first butthole, which greeted her with a stale, tangy stink. The taste was horrible, but the girl was persistent.

Reaching the last man on the "asshole gauntlet," Brittany once again descended with her tongue. Just then, the man released a tremendous fart in her face which, being only a half-inch or so from his exposed hole, engulfed her in a cloud of nauseating gas. The smell was so intense and awful that the teen had to pull back and gather herself. She felt vomit come up her throat, but held it back, gagging with her hands to her neck.

"Nice touch, man," an onlooker complimented the gentleman. Everyone laughed, except Brittany, still composing herself and moving back to the task at hand.

Once the girl was finished, a man looked over at Mr. Edwards.

"Think she's up to it, Rob," he asked.

"I think she's more than up to it."

The inquiring man took a towel and wiped the sweat from Brittany's chest. The young girl remained on her knees, wondering what could possibly be next. Were these men done with her now? She had been pleased but was ready for them to let her go home now.

The man then took a black marker and wrote the words, "Toilet Princess," across her chest. Confused, Brittany tried to look down at what he was writing on her. Before she could make the words out, the man whispered in her ear, "It says 'Toilet Princess.' "

A couple of men picked the girl up and carried her to the bathroom in the hall. She screamed, but everyone present knew it was merely an act. She had intended this all along. And here she was. They pulled the shower curtains to the side and placed her in the tub, forcing her to her knees. The cold of the tub's enamel sent an icy sensation through her body. The young girl looked back at the men, unsure why they had put her there. The feeling of dread pulsated through her little body, but it was a sensation also met with anxiousness and curiosity.

Several men huddled at the edge of the tub. When the first stream of golden piss hit her forehead, the teen immediately dropped her jaw in surprise. Was this happening? The warm pee parried the cold of the icy tub and small portions of splattering piss met her exposed tongue. Warm and bitter. The other men joined in, four streams hitting her pretty little face and tits at the same time.

"There we go, we'll clean the slut right off of you."

"Open your mouth."

The teen consented and warm streams of piss shot the back of her throat. The taste was horrid and, once again, Brittany had to relent to gather herself, bending her head down and grasping for her throat to keep the vomit back.

The streams now hit her beautiful bleach blonde hair.

After another round of piss, as the girl still huddled down attempting to keep her vomit back, Brittany's blonde extensions were soaked with the stench of urine. Pee dripped from her body and yellow trails of piss slid off her on their way to the drain.

"Okay, boys, 'Toilet Princess' is halfway there," Mr. Edwards stated. "You all ready to finish her off?"

"Fuck yeah," the group enthusiastically responded.

"Have at her then, and enjoy."

Having nearly barfed on herself, the girl recovered. Brittany saw several men enter the bathroom, while others waited outside, peering in.

The men standing by the tub jerked themselves, moaning and hot. The first to go shot a hot load all over the girl, his cum hitting her chest and running down her boobs. The others soon added their cum, plastering their little "girlfriend's" face with salty streams.

One pale, relatively chubby man with a small prick couldn't contain himself any longer as he waited in line for the girl in the hallway. He went all over the white carpet, his cum drops splattering a pattern as if by design. Noticing this, another told him not to worry, that "princess fuck pig" would lick up the slop later, after the others were finished with her.

Wave after wave of men alternated in-and-out of the bathroom. Brittany's face and chest were now covered in a warm, thick goo. She could no longer open her eyes as the sting of semen was too much when she attempted to do so. Jizz dripped off her face and boobs and puddled on the tub's enamel around her knees.

Another man placed his cock over her head and came slowly on the top of her head.

"There's you a princess crown!"

"I can do one better than that," Mr. Edwards said, who had held his load in order to accommodate his friends first.

Mr. Edwards placed a cheap, gaudy tiara on Brittany's head. The teen heard him grunting as he masturbated. His manliness made her even wetter. And then she felt what could only be another huge load dump on her head.

Mr. Edwards had finalized the little princess's coronation.

After the crew was finished relieving themselves on the teen, Mr. Edwards looked at the others.

"Well, she always thought she was a princess. Now she is."

"Shit, if she keeps this up, she'll be a queen before long," someone replied.

The group laughed.

Overhearing the men, Brittany attempted to wipe the semen bath from her face. She couldn't help but grin.