They Turn Me Into the Perfect Teenage Sex Toy — Part 13

Bobbing my head back and forth, I quickly coated his entire shaft with saliva. I then removed myself to lick up his length, holding his cock up as I traced the tip of my tongue from his balls to the crest of his head.

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Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

When I woke up the following morning, I struggled to remember where I was or what had happened. The intensity of my orgasm was so overwhelming, that I passed out face down in Carl’s bed for what seemed to be more than twelve hours. As I stirred, reminders of the prior night’s indiscretions slowly revealed themselves.

The sheet clung to my breasts and stomach, the dried cum of three men acting as glue. A throbbing sensation in my ass reminded me that I’d lost my anal virginity last night, and even though I’d enjoyed it at the time, my hole now felt puffy and sore. I probably won’t be able to walk straight for a couple of days. My neck felt slightly stiff, likely the result of Carl choking me during our love-making session if I could even call the rough face-fucking that.

Yet still, despite my appearance of a tortured sexual slave, I identified another sensation: my still-slick inner thighs and the huge wet spot on the sheets, an indication of my explosive orgasm.

The smell of coffee coming from the kitchen was alluring, but my dignity insisted I shower the cum off my body before I socialized with anyone. I dragged myself to the bathroom and let the steaming hot water cleanse the cum and sweat away. I wrapped my hair in a towel and slipped on a plush robe.

“She lives!” Liliana shouted as I entered the living room.

Michelle approached with a cup of coffee and handed it to me.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost noon,” Michelle answered. “We checked on you a couple of times, but you were pretty out of it, so we let you recover.”

“Shit! Did I take up too much space? Did you have to sleep somewhere else?” I asked, turning to Carl.

“It’s ok, I didn’t want to wake you up so I slept in your bed instead.”

I blushed, knowing Carl had slept in my bed and most likely he even looked through my things.

“We were going to wake you up soon anyway,” Liliana said.

“Yeah, we need to take a break from the guys. We want to take you shopping in town.”

I nodded my agreement and the girls escorted me to my room, shutting the door behind them.

“You have to tell us everything!” Liliana said.

“It was…” I paused, looking for the right word to sum it all up, “…intense.”

“I know, right?” Michelle chimed in. “You seemed spent when I walked in.”

“Yeah, it was out of this world.”

“How’s your ass feel?” Liliana asked, seemingly concerned.

“Well, it was intense at first, but by the end, my whole body was shaking. I thought I was having a seizure for a minute. Actually, Carl made a point to mention that you had loosened me up with your fingers and that I should thank you for it…”

“If we didn’t have plans, girl, I’d be putting that mouth of yours to work. Alas, we’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Now where’s that cute yellow sundress of yours?”

“The one I wore when we came down here?” I asked, looking around the room.

“Yeah, that one.”

Michelle found it crumpled on the floor. I took it from her and for a moment I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that it’s been three days since I wore anything other than a bra, panties, or that plush robe. And it somehow all felt completely natural.

“Ok, hurry and put it on,” Liliana said.

As we drove through town, I realized I had spent all these days fucking, sleeping and eating. With Michelle at the wheel and Liliana in the backseat, I gazed out the window, absorbing the boutique shops and cafes that lined the streets. In the middle of the town, Michelle pulled the car into a parking space and we disembarked.

Michelle proposed grabbing some lunch.

“Yeah, girl. I’ve had enough of Hank’s cooking,” Liliana joked.

As we made our way towards a cafe, I noticed a sportswear store with a couple of bikini-clad mannequins in the window.

“Hey, can we stop in here a minute?”

“Why, girl?” Michelle asked.

“I’ve gone through all of the skimpy underwear you left me with,” I said, “If we go back to the lake, I want to have something a bit more standard…don’t want the neighbors to call the cops on me for wearing a see-through bra-and-panty set in public.”

The girls smiled and agreed.

When we entered the store, the store was empty and a middle-aged man was standing behind the counter. I couldn’t help but notice that despite the flecks of grey in his neatly trimmed beard, there were toned pecs and biceps straining against his tight polo shirt.

“Can you point us to your skimpiest swimwear, please?”

“Michelle!” I scolded. “God!”

The man simply chuckled and pointed towards the back.

“How about this one,” Liliana said holding up a green, barely-there bikini.

“Where’s the rest of it?” I asked.

“Or this one?” Michelle offered, displaying a red one-piece with a large swath cut out around the midsection.

“How about that one?” I said, pointing to a black bikini with an intricate crisscross pattern of laces connecting them over the abdomen. “Sexy but still sophisticated…like me!”

“I guess you’re just going to have to try them all on for us,” Michelle suggested.

I rolled my eyes but played along, taking all three items into the changing room and I went with Michelle’s choice first. The red swimsuit covered all of my booty, which made me feel comfortable in it, but the cutout revealed some underboob on my left breast. The part that eclipsed my shoulder swung down over my right breast, only revealing the top half of it. I felt ridiculous. Still, playing along, I stepped out for my friends to add their comments.

“Fuck me!” Michelle exclaimed.

“God damn, Simone! You look hot as fuck in that!”

“Really?” I responded, genuinely surprised. “I thought it looked kind of silly.”

“Well, you look hot as fuck in anything,” added Liliana.

Next, I tried on the one I had picked out. It took some doing to get all the straps in the right place but I really liked the way it looked. Feeling more confident, I revealed myself to my friends.

“I like this one,” I said, swaying my hips for them. “It feels like me.”

“It does look good,” Michelle agreed, though her response wasn’t as enthusiastic as the first time.

“I agree. It suits you. But would you still try on the one I selected, please? I want to see that perfect ass in that skimpy thong,” Liliana said.

I felt silly applying the skimpy bra and thong. The bottom left nothing to the imagination. It was just a thin string across my waist with a similarly thin string disappearing into my ass crack. A microscopic triangle provided just enough coverage to hide my slut, with two thin strings connecting that patch to the string around the waist.

The top wasn’t any better. Similar in construction to the thong, it was merely thin strips connecting two triangular patches that barely covered my nipples, but my breasts spilled out in all directions. I almost removed it to put on my dress but decided to let my friends have a look.

Stepping out of the room, I was greeted by two gaping mouths.

“No!” I said, sensing they wanted me to get this one.

“Yes!” they both answered in unison.

“This is the exact opposite of what I had in mind when I came in here! I might as well be naked.”

“Hold on,” Michelle said. “Sir! Could you please help us make up our minds?”

“What the fuck? Michelle!” I growled and tried to cover myself with my hands.

The man was making his way to us, and the only thing that kept me in place was the idea of turning away from him and showing off my bare ass.

“Well,” the man said, “you definitely found our sluttiest… sorry, skimpiest swimwear.”

“Oh my god!” I screeched in embarrassment as my friends burst out laughing.

Michelle approached me with a naughty look and I instantly gave in.

“Come on, girl,” she said, grabbing my right arm away from my breasts, and raising it above my head. “Give us a spin.”

I succumbed as if I were brainwashed and timidly turned all the way around, feeling the heat of their vision on my ass before I turned to face them again.

“I can’t deny that you look stunning in that, little lady,” the man said. “But I think you’d look incredible in just about anything, dear.”

I felt his gaze on me, and couldn’t deny feeling turned on by this handsome, reassuring gentleman flattering me.

“Well, we’re buying it,” Michelle said. “My treat. But you can’t have this on around the house. The guys will faint when they see you in it.”

While Liliana checked the price tag, I shook my head in mock disbelief.

“Shit, this one’s quite expensive!” she exclaimed.

“OK, well, I’m going to change back into my dress,” I said and went back into the changing room.

As I took it off, I heard Michelle and the man talking.

“Is there…anything…we can do to get the cost down at all?”

The man didn’t immediately rebut her, so Michelle pressed on.

“Our friend is…quite skilled…if you catch my drift. She can do things with her mouth that are worth more than these bikinis.”

“Michelle!” I shouted from within the changing room.

“Is she?” I heard the man reply, followed by a grunt.

With my dress on, I emerged from the changing room to see Michelle pressed up against the man, rubbing his cock through his trousers.

“How about a blowjob for all three?” she whispered into his ear.

I couldn’t believe my friend was offering me like this. And I couldn’t believe that this man was considering it. Was this sort of bartering always available to her? Is this how Michelle always had such nice clothes?

The man seemed to be wrestling with internal demons, knowing what the obvious answer was but succumbing to lust.

“Fuck it,” he said. “You have a deal.”

“Wait, seriously?” I asked, not mad or upset, just surprised.

“Come on, girl, it’ll be fun,” Michelle said as she pushed me and the store owner into the changing room like she was a pimp.

We stood facing each other in the cramped room. I no longer despised giving blow jobs and I certainly had enough technique to impress this man, but it felt wrong to barter sexual favors for discounts.

“Only if you’re comfortable, sweetheart,” the man said once we were alone. “I’m definitely not leading here.”

It was because he was so respectful that I found myself willing to do it.

“Fuck it!” I said and fell to my knees.

I unbuttoned and pulled his pants down to his knees, with his boxers following shortly. Now face-to-face with his cock, I was relieved to see he wasn’t as big as the ones I’d already experienced this week. Even if I got him all in my mouth, he wouldn’t be able to enter my throat so I attacked him voraciously, moving quickly past the head and taking half his length flat on my tongue.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he said, his hand taking its obligatory place on the back of my head. “Take it deeper. Please.”

Bobbing my head back and forth, I quickly coated his entire shaft with saliva. I then removed myself to lick up his length, holding his cock up as I traced the tip of my tongue from his balls to the crest of his head.

“Jesus, your friend was right. You’re talented,” he said, seeming on the brink of orgasm.

Just then, Michelle burst into the room. I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started sucking as my friend grabbed my hair and forced my head harder and faster, up and down his cock.

With her other arm, she held a white bikini bottom in his face.

“We want this one too,” she whispered in his ear.

“What?!” the man said, trying to sound furious, but his tone was labored and laced with euphoria. “But that wasn’t the deal.”

“OK then, no deal,” Michelle said, pulling my head off his cock.

“No, don’t stop! Please! Fine, whatever. Just keep sucking.”

With no control over her movements, Michelle guided my head back. I quickly swapped between having all or half of his cock in her mouth, as my friend pounded my forehead against the man’s pelvis.

I couldn’t help but wonder about who this man was. How old was he, exactly? Was he married? I hadn’t checked for a ring, because there was no reason for it to matter until a couple minutes ago. Did he have kids of his own? How old were they? Was he as strict with them as my father was with me? Hell, I would have settled for knowing his name. How could it be that I was sucking off a guy whose name I didn’t even know?

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar grunting of a man on the edge of orgasm.

“Swallow it down, girl. We don’t want to get anything on that dress of yours. It’s the only thing you have to wear in public!” she said, pushing my head all the way down on the man’s cock.

At the promise of his cum being swallowed, the old man emptied his balls into my mouth. His taste was less appealing than Carl’s, and I blushed at being able to compare two men’s cum so close apart. Still, I dutifully swallowed everything he gave me. It was relatively easy for me to gulp it down without spilling any as he didn’t seem to have as much cum as the younger guys back at the cabin.

I looked up at him and found Michelle snapping more pictures with her camera. Above the phone, the guy had a look of pure bliss on his sweat-stained face.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he praised.

“Thanks for the deal,” Michelle said as she helped me to my feet.

Outside the changing room, Michelle stuffed the four swimsuits into her purse and we all sprinted for the door, leaving the store owner to clean himself up.

Hitting the open air again, I was flushed red. Not only had I given a stranger a blow job but I’d done so in exchange for clothes. I felt like the dirtiest whore, but I didn’t necessarily feel guilty or bad. Just different. It felt good.

To be continued…

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