Men's Room

Joanie raises her brow. Smiles. As Moe considers how to phrase the question he wants to ask, she glances back to the others.

"I mean"--he shakes his head--"Did he hurt you?"

Joanie grins. He wants to know if Mr. Manley fucked her. She feels that same deliciously dirty warm feeling in her tummy again. And now the burning smell is back, only it's fairly faint. Ignoring Moe's question, she sees Roger's expression suddenly change. His brows make a deep V in his face. He purses his lips. Folds his arms across his chest. He knows Mr. Manley fucked me. As soon as she thinks it, Joanie knows it's true. She squeezes her thighs together, reveling in the fruit of her own wickedness.

"I'm sorry for leaving you," Moe whispers.

"Is that why you brought Roger back with you?" she shoots back. Raising her head, she looks Moe in the eye. He looks at the floor, chastised. But almost immediately his head pops up. "Roger's not mad," Moe grins. "He said he wants to talk to you."

Mr. Manley has an arm around Roger's shoulders, but Roger still has his arms folded, his face contorted into a V. Joanie feels the clammy cotton fabric of her underwear on her thighs.

"He looks mad," Joanie whispers.

The burning smell is growing stronger, more intense. Joanie steps closer to Moe. Reaching for his groin, she lets her fingers play over the fly of his jeans.

Moe laughs nervously. He cuts his eyes toward Roger. Moe moves to position himself so his body will hide where Joanie's hands have gone, but Joanie doesn't want this. She presses her body against him, forcing him against the wall in full view of Roger. Moe doesn't resist. She can feel his cock growing in his pants.

He's grinning, but he looks uncomfortable.

She stands on the tips of her toes and leans against him. Her lips are inches from his, her hand still on his cock. "I don't want to talk tonight," Joanie grins.

She steps back and drops to her knees. The tile is cold and hard. She reaches for his belt buckle, unfastens his pants, and lowers his zipper. His cock pops out, hard and strong. Her jaw aches from all the cock she's sucked tonight, but it comforts her to know that Roger is watching. She puts the dick into her mouth and bobs her head.

Her mouth makes sloppy sucking noises. Soon she realizes that the sucking noises are the only sounds in the bathroom. The low drone from Mr. Manley has stopped. Joanie looks up at Moe. Kisses the head of his penis.

Joanie looks at Roger. He and Mr. Manley have moved closer, each standing by her side.

Roger no longer looks angry. He doesn't look hurt either. If anything he looks a little shaken, a bit dazed. He swallows and Joanie can see his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Keeping her eyes on him, she kisses the head of his friend's cock. Grins.

"I told you," Moe grins. He is looking past Joanie, addressing Roger, and he sounds a little nervous. He takes his hard penis in his hand and bounces it off her chin.

Joanie didn't expect this. Having her face pummeled by a dick feels less powerful than having that same dick in her mouth and her cheeks warm up. She snorts.

"See," Moe says. "She loves it."

Joanie grabs his dick. Baring her teeth, she gently gnaws on the head of his penis.

Mr. Manley nudges Roger with his elbow. Roger takes a deep breath. Mr. Manley nods his head in encouragement. Whispers something Joanie can't make out.

Roger opens his pants, unzips his fly. He pulls out his dick.

Joanie laughs, a little shocked to see Roger whip out his cock. She'd expected him to berate her. Maybe call her mean names. She strokes Moe's cock, then returns it to her mouth. With his cock in her mouth, she feels more in control. She can smell the fires quite clearly now. Her body thrums with sexual desire. She shifts her weight from one knee to the other. Roger moves closer to her, his fat cock in his hand.

Joanie stops sucking Moe. She looks at Roger's dick and realizes that she wants it.

With this knowledge, she feels a sudden pang of fear. This is my relief. She turns to Mr. Manley. This is the relief he promised me. He has her phone in his hands and is mashing his fingers against its glass face. He looks up. Stops working with the phone. Smiles.

"It's okay, Sweetie," he says. "You need this."

Joanie steals a quick glance at Roger. The look on his face isn't what she expected. He seems calm, resigned. Moe punches his shoulder, and Roger sways backwards, but his expression hardly changes. He doesn't laugh. Joanie realizes that he looks resigned . . . confident.

He is patiently waiting for her to suck him off.

She sits back on her heels. The blood thuds nosily in her ears. Mr. Manley points the phone at her. She bites her lip, looks into the lens. Squeezing her thighs together, Joanie enjoys the pressure between her legs. That lightheaded feeling is back, along with the burning scent. Mr. Manley coos something encouraging. Something about acceptance. He uses that same self-assured, fatherly tone that she's enjoyed hearing so much tonight.

Joanie swallows hard. She has never sucked two boys at once, but she knows that's exactly what she is going to do. Kneeling up, she takes her former boyfriend's cock in her hand. Moe thrusts his groin forward, making his cock dance in her face. She rubs the tips of their cocks against one another, but neither of the boys seem to appreciate this much.

The boys' posturing makes her smile.

She puts Roger's cock in her mouth. She wonders if he is smiling at Moe now, as he watches her suck his dick, but she feels too humiliated to look at his face again.

She holds both their hard dicks in her hands. Taking her mouth off Roger, she kisses Moe's cock. The boys call this a circus seal, meaning a girl that kneels down and sucks off more than one boy, alternating her attention between their cocks. With both their warm bodies crowding around her own, she feels hot. She is a little concerned about the volume of cum they will both produce, even though it turns her on to think of receiving cream from both of them. The soreness in her jaw passes, even as her knees grow numb on the hard tile floor.

As she begins the action required with her head and hands to satisfy these boys, she focuses on the clammy material of her panties against her bottom. She wonders if she should maybe take a break and remove them. Would that make her feel better? Would Mr. Manley use them to clean the cum from my face again, she wonders. A nasty little thrill of submission runs through her body. Or maybe he'll just have me lie down and ask the boys to pee on my face. The thought makes her shudder. Maybe leave them on, she thinks. She can already feel her body heat warming the wet cotton. The longer she lives with the discomfort, the less it seems to bother her. Likewise the crazy thoughts. What if someone else comes in to use the restroom? Wants to take a turn in my mouth. If she accepts the crazy thoughts for what they are--if she can manage not to judge--she has to admit that they really do turn her on.

For the first time in a long time, Joanie feels satisfied. Feels somehow lighter. She feels something warming, somewhere deep inside her chest.

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Author's note: Thanks for reading. I wrote this to stand on its own, but there is a companion piece (already posted to my profile) for it called Goodbye Roger. The events in Goodbye Roger take place just before this story starts.

If I take the story further, I'm considering modeling it after the movie Drag Me to Hell. I'm going to call it Gangbang Me to Hell.

Brief synopsis:

A Catholic school girl who humiliates her boyfriend finds herself the recipient of a supernatural curse. Desperate, she turns to a priest to try and save her soul, while evil forces work to push her to a breaking point.

The tag line:

Joanie Salinger has a full scholarship to Notre Dame, a perfect GPA, and a bright future. But at the end of the school year, she's going to Hell.