Turned Out Ch. 03

"I need my pipes cleared," she whispered in his ear. "Be a good boy and help me out, will you?"

He looked at the other two girls. They were sitting next to each other and watching him intently. Jessie had a crooked smile on her face and Trixie sat on the edge of her seat with wide, excited eyes.

Christine put her hand on the back of his neck and gently pushed his head down onto her crotch. Her dick was fully erect now, and was all the way out from under her skirt, which was bunched up at her hips. She was wearing a pair of pink panties, which would have been sexy if there wasn't a ridiculously large penis sticking out from the side.

She kept pushing his head down until his lips were pressed into the tip of her cock. She held it by the base and rubbed it on his lips, nostrils, and chin, steadily spreading precum everywhere it touched.

She then pushed his head down further, so he opened his mouth to receive her. He could taste her fat dick as it slowly slid inside along his tongue, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. She kept pushing it in until it reached his uvula and then she pulled it back out slowly. She slid down on her seat so that her butt was passed the edge in order to get better thrust control, then she held his head in place with both hands started going in and out of his mouth.

Each time the fat head of her cock reached the opening of his throat, she'd pull back out. Her girth was stretching his mouth pretty wide, and he couldn't help but dwell on how it felt to have his lips wrapped around her like that.

The tip of her dick was expelling a lot of precum which soaked the top of his tongue and dribbled down around it, making a small, salty pool in the area bellow it. The clear fluid was coming out in abundance, and some of it started rolling past the back of his tongue and pouring down his throat. More of it was spurting out passed his lips and dribbling down her thick shaft, all the way down to her heavy balls. Her panties, which were pulled aside next to the base of her cock, were soaking up a lot of the gooey liquid.

"Holy shit, this is so fuckin' hot," he heard Trixie say. "Why are you such a slut, Robbie? I'm starting to get wet over here."

He lifted his head up off of her dick and looked up. He saw that Jessie had her arms spread across the backrest and sat with her legs apart. His eyes grew wide when he saw that the fly of her blue jeans was open and her cock was sticking out. It stood like an obelisk pointing up toward the ceiling, with a droplet of precum resting on its tip.

He couldn't help but stare at her spontaneously rigid dick and her large, round ball sack. The sight of her like that, all hard with absolutely no physical stimulation, made his dick twitch out some precum of its own. It also made him realize that sucking on Christine had already given him one hell of an erection. I can't believe I'm getting turned on by freaking cocks!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" said Jessie. "You wanna go down on me next?" she smiled that smile of hers, as if there was some kind of inside joke that only she was in on. "You'd better make her cum before your friend gets here. You don't want him to see you with a fat one in your mouth, do you?"

She had a point, so he put his head back down and continued working on Christine. He disliked bobbing up and down on her cock like that, it made him feel like such a...

He tried to push the thought away and focus on speeding up her orgasm. He licked and sucked on her cock head, lapping up her precum.

The first time Christine had put her dick in his mouth, he'd told himself that he didn't like the taste of it. Now though, he was thinking that maybe he'd only tried to convince himself that the taste wasn't good because it was a fucking dick, after all. But as he rubbed her cock all over his tongue in that dimly lit café, he realized that he'd actually acquired a taste for her. The taste of her phallus had come to affect him like some kind of pheromone.

Christine traced down his back with her hand and started fondling his ass. She then slid her hand down the back of his boxers and began cupping and squeezing his butt cheeks. He tried to lift his head up to tell her to take it easy but she pressed down hard on the back of his head, making the tip of her dick pop into his throat. She kept pushing him down, her cock slowly expanding his throat, until his lips were touching her balls.

She moaned as she started fucking his throat with short, shallow thrusts, the thickness of her cock significantly opening up his throat. Each time her dick briefly pulled out he would get a little bit of air, but it wasn't enough, he needed to catch his breath. He tried pulling her out of his mouth but she kept holding him down. He tapped on her legs frantically to let her know he needed air but she just ignored him.

He couldn't see her face but could hear the low moaning and grunting noises she was making, and he thought that she seemed to be lost in her own moment. She gave a few more intense thrusts and her body shuddered a bit; he knew she was about to cum.

Swallowing cum was also something he wasn't exactly eager about. Not just because of the physical sensation of having that weirdly hot and sticky liquid blast into his mouth, but also because the idea of gulping down someone's semen was just so...degrading.

Christine suddenly pulled out of his mouth, making him spout saliva onto her already slick cock and leaving him drooling strands of thick precum onto her nuts. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before she grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him bellow the table, positioning him so that he was kneeling between her thighs. She grabbed the back of his head with her right hand, then placed her other hand on her seat to lift herself up a few inches before shoving her cock back down his throat.

His mouth made wet slurping sounds as she pistoned in and out. From head to base her cock was covered in precum and saliva. Her balls kept slapping his chin which was also covered in the mixed liquids, leaving trails of fluid flinging about as it stained her sack with each thrust.

"Ugh...ugh," she grunted a little too loudly. Then she just slammed herself into his face so that his nose was pressed up against her abdomen and his lower lip pressed into her balls. "Fuuuuck," she made no effort to try to keep her voice down as her dick twitched a few times before blasting a boiling stream of gunk directly down his throat.

He felt the hot, sticky liquid stain his esophagus as it poured into his stomach. While she was still cumming she pulled out of his throat but not out of his mouth. Her cock continued to spew jizz on his tongue, quickly filling up his mouth and exploding from his lips all over her shaft. He jerked his head back to keep from suffocating, and her dick popped, still spurting thick strands of goo all over his face.

"Ahh..." she let out a sigh before leaning back into her seat. Robbie felt dazed as he slowly climbed back onto the couch. He felt as if he'd just survived some kind of assault. The girls seemed quite amused as they stared at him.

He looked around and saw that people were looking towards their table, and some of them were staring directly at him. It took him a few seconds to shake off the numbness and realize that his face was still decorated like a Christmas tree. He grabbed a napkin of the table and quickly wiped the sticky jizz off of his mouth, chin, nose, cheeks, and forehead. "...cums like a goddamn fire hose," he mumbled under his breath.

"Why'd you have to go and wipe it off?" said Trixie. "You look so cute all covered in butter."

"Would you be quiet," he said with irritation. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

She seemed taken aback from the question. "I'm here for moral support."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Before she could answer, a cute blonde waitress walked up to their table. "Is everything alright here?"

"Why, of course," said Jessie. Her cock was still hard and out of her pants, but the waitress couldn't see it due to the table obstructing her view. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just that some of the customers are saying that there were strange sounds coming from this table."

"Really? Well I don't know what they're talking about," Jessie said without missing a beat.

The waitress looked at the four of them skeptically then put on a smile. "Ok then. Would you like anything else?

"Yeah, our friend here would like a milkshake," Jessie gestured towards Robbie. "And make sure it's extra thick and creamy."

"Right away," the waitress said.

"Actually I'm not all that thirsty," he said.

"Sure you are," Jessie waved her hand dismissively. "He'll have a milkshake."

The Waitress looked at him questioningly, and when he didn't say anything she said, "Coming right up," and walked away.

Jessie turned to Christine and said, "You wanna switch places?"

"Sure," Christine got up and sat in a chair opposite Robbie.

"Come on girls, what the fuck?" said Robbie. Sucking one dick in a public place was bad enough. Not to mention that his stomach was already full of Christine's 'butter'.

"Don't worry, slut-boy," said Jessie as she scooted over on the couch next to him. "You don't have to suck my dick." He was starting to feel relieved until she said, "I got something else in store for you."

This was bad; these chicks didn't seem to give a shit they were in a public place, in fact they seemed to be getting a kick out of it. "Look..." he slowly got up from his seat. "I don't..." but before he could finish his sentence Jessie shoved him forward, bending him over the table. He tried to get up but Christine grabbed his arms and pinned him down.

"Ooh, fun!" Trixie clapped her hands happily. This time more people were starting to stare at them.

"People are looking!" he was trying to keep his voice down. "Let's at least go to the bathroom or something."

"He's so adorable when he begs," Trixie said. She seemed much too excited about this whole thing. Talk about a voyeurism fetish.

"Would you shut the fuck up!?" he snapped at her, although he probably wasn't all that imposing, being bent over the table like he was.

Jessie gently felt up his ass then pulled down his pants, along with his underwear, all the way to his ankles.

"Oh, come on!" he was starting to panic. Sure, it wouldn't have been his first time getting violated in public, but never in front of so many people. "Please, look, let's just go somewhere else. I'll suck you both off at the same time, whatever you want."

"What we want?" Christine smiled at him as she held him down by the arms. "We want to hear you squeal." He tried as hard as he could to get free, but her iron grip just wouldn't budge.

Jessie spread open his butt cheeks and spat onto his ass hole. She then slid her thumb inside, pushing it all the way in. The suddenness of her intrusion, not to mention the tension of the situation, made him clamp his ass tight around her finger.

"How the hell are you still this tight?" said Jessie as she started sliding her thumb in and out if his hole. "You'd think getting reamed by a couple of monster cocks would have loosened you up more."

She then pulled her thumb out and grabbed him by the hips with both hands. She pulled him back towards her, making Christine let go of his arms, and tried to sit him down on her stiff dick. He felt the head press up against his clenched up ass hole, but he jerked reflexively and her cock slid down between his legs, poking his nut sack.

She lifted him up then pulled him back down onto her, and this time the tip of her dick penetrated his defenses, spreading open his pucker. "Oooof, ahhh!" he cried as she slowly impaled him on her cock, her shaft spreading him open as it made its way deeper inside. That feeling of her thickness stretching him wide and filling him up gave him an instant erection.

When his butt connected with her hips, she held him there without moving. He tried to quickly remove the involuntary grimace she'd put on his face, and looked again around the café. Some people were still looking at them, but most had gone back to talking to each other. From their vantage point all they could see was just some weirdo sitting on a girl's lap.

He saw the waitress walking towards them with his milkshake on a tray, but she stopped a few steps away from the table when she saw him, a bewildered expression on her face. What could she be thinking? He knew that he looked ridiculous, sitting there on this girl's lap. Thankfully though, the table was hiding their lower half from view, so she wasn't able to see how his pants were around his ankles.

The waitress walked those few steps reluctantly to their table. "Um...here's your shake." She set down the glass in front of him, still looking at him with confusion, obviously trying to figure out what was going on.

"Thanks so mu...wahhh!" Suddenly Jessie pulled him up an inch off her dick shoved him back down on it. The three girls laughed in amusement, and the way the waitress looked at him made his face turn deep red. He wanted to bury his head in sand; he wanted to kick himself for letting out such a womanish yelp in front of this pretty waitress.

"Ok then," she said before quickly walking away.

"Aww so cute, look how he's blushing," Trixie said, and then looked under the table. "And his cock is hard, as usual."

Jessie started bouncing him in earnest. He could hear her grunting behind him as she pushed her hips into him, jerking him upwards with each thrust. The sounds she was making and the slapping noise caused by their copulation was regaining the other customers' attention. He tried to appear casual, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand, but he knew there was no way he could divert attention away from his bobbing backside.

"Is she fucking him?" he heard the girl from the closest table say to her boyfriend. Great, now people are figuring out what's going on. He felt his dick expel precum as it swung up and down along with the motion of his ass.

"He's clenching me with his butt," said Jessie. "I think he's going to cum."

"Oh goody," said Trixie, looking happy as ever. "But we can't see his cock 'cause of the table."

"I think I can fix that," Christine suddenly pulled the table away from in front of them, making his elbow drop. Now that there was nothing obstructing the view, everyone could see his bottom nakedness and his bouncing backside.

"Why don't you lean back, Robbie?" said Trixie. "So we can get a nice view." All he could think was, no, no, this is too humiliating. He tried to get away but Jessie grabbed both arms by the elbows and pulled him backwards. Then she put her legs between his own and spread them apart. He heard several the people in the room gasp at the sight of him, his upper body leaning back with his legs splayed apart and a wickedly fat cock sliding in and out of his ass. Not to mention his dick which was swinging up and down, all the while flinging precum into the air.

It was a queer feeling, being put on display like that. He couldn't help but look at the unwitting audience of the show. A couple of girls had their hands covering their mouths in shock, while others seemed somehow fascinated by what was happening.

No, stop looking at me, he almost said it out loud but stopped himself, knowing how ridiculous it would sound.

He felt that familiar pressure rise from his balls, and he tried focusing all his willpower on suppressing the inevitable, but all that did was make his orgasm more intense. He strained as the cum forced its way up his urethra and exploded out the tip of his cock. All he could think was, please no, don't look at me cum. Don't look at me! "Fuuu...ahhhh!" he cried helplessly as his jizz splattered all over the floor in front of him.

He had never made these sounds while fucking a girl. Was there something about being on the receiving end that turned people into moaning sluts?

It didn't take long for Jessie to reach her limit as well. She let go of his arms and then grabbed both his legs from behind the knees and lifted them up. If there was anyone who hadn't had a clear view of her cock pounding his ass, they did now. She pulled her dick out of his butt with pop, leaving his wide open hole facing the audience.

She slid it back in and then out again. She repeated that motion five or six times, making his rectum squish loudly in the now silent room.

"Oh my god!" the blonde waitress entered the room just in time to see the finishing act. She gawked with wide eyes at his abused anus, and just then Jessie gave him three powerful thrusts before blowing her load in his butt. As usual, the stream of steaming gunk seemed endless; it filled him up like a balloon and spurted out of his sphincter around her shaft.

When she'd emptied all her ball juice inside him she pulled out, leaving his asshole a twitching, cavernous mess coated in molten butter. She finally let go of him and slumped back into her seat. He put his feet on the floor but his legs wouldn't support him, so he had to lean on the couch with his hands to lift himself up.

He slowly pulled up his pants and started walking, bowlegged, to the exit as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast. He looked straight ahead as he walked, trying to ignore the stares of the people he passed. He noticed that the three girls weren't saying anything, and he wasn't prepared to look back to see what they were doing.

He could feel Jessie's deposit leaking out, staining his boxers and pants, and he realized absently that his butt wouldn't close. He felt like it would stay in this gaping condition forever.

As he staggered out the door he ran into a well dressed blonde guy.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Scott looked at him with a half amused, half bewildered expression. Robbie just wanted to send his fist crashing into this douche bag's nose, and if he's had the energy he would have done it. Instead he shoved Scott out of his way and waddled down the sidewalk with his legs spread apart.