Spring — College Celebrations: Erica

A jizz blitzkrieg — a spasmed sperm splash

Bernard really ought to give up smoking, was Erica's thought as she diverged from Chas and Beth in the vestibule.

She had time to find the St. Xavier's Senior Choir before her general girl's practice.

Her morning had been really pleasant, spent with Meredith. A senior dorm girl who had distracted her away from Chas and Beth for some extra fun times. Meredith was straight out of a Rubens painting. A true BBW, as only Rubens could paint them. Full-figured, full hips and plus-sized breasts. 

A well-padded young woman complete with love handles. Erica, always the team player, was building another's self-esteem and showing Meredith a good time with her body. The truth was Meredith was plump and buxom and on the verge of being overweight. However, youthful looks were still compensating and holding some interest for males and females. 

Erica had engaged her in shower play and bedside petting and tribbing.

The real challenge was getting the boys to touch her up.

The opportunity came with the last inter-college debate with St. Xavier's at the boy's school.

The team comprised Chas as captain, with Erica and Meredith as the other speakers.

Their chaperon was the stickler for close monitoring, Sister Margret, who had caught Erica with a vibrator planted happily in Beth's sweet arse while Chas was groping her breasts in the gym showers.

Chastity pledges notwithstanding, the hell-fearing nun just didn't trust these girls around boys.

Meredith was considered reliable by every nun.

The last debating topic of the year was a hoot.

Obviously, as decided by the Fathers at St Xavier's — Women are the weaker sex.

The girls relished the task of attacking sense. They had had a clean sweep of wins all year and were defending their intercollegiate title from last year.

Chas reduced most male college debaters to late-night masturbators.

St Xavier's presented some challenges, especially Will and Mark. Both were competent yet randy. They wanted a grope session and plenty of tongue but had to lose their in—loco parentis — Father Donovan.

The debate was close until Chas, the St Anne's team anchor, tore up the boy's arguments with fem-power; it was all over.

Both teams were invited to socialise and 'company keep', but no touching in the school history room beyond a shared cake and tea.

No coffee for the students.

All the supervision was excruciatingly tight like crucifixion nails until Father Donovan was called out on a disciplinary issue in the junior school. Fortuitously, Chas loved chance; Peter, the third St Xavier debater, had a nosebleed. It meant Sister Margret had to take him to the school nurse. Initially, she called the nurse to come to the history rooms.

The gist was the nurse couldn't leave her sickbay; she had another student.

However, a wary Sister Margaret took Peter only after leaving Meredith in charge.

After Sister Margret dropped off Peter, she returned from the infirmary; she found the history rooms were utterly empty, discounting unfished cups of tea and about a third of the large cake.

Her zealous, righteous instincts told her to head straight to the guest ladies' toilets near the front office.

Where else could they be?

She would have sin's jackpot if she burst straight into the boy's loo across from the honour's boards and trophy cabinets as she left the history room.

In the gents' toilets, Erica insisted that Will and Mark touch up Meredith and Chas, and Erica would keep them happy below at the same time. Meredith suspected boys had dirty, filthy hands when it came to a girl's body, but they were quick; they hadn't heard of gentle girly foreplay.

She was, for a moment, wishing it was Erica's hands.

Mark, though, had his hand under Meredith's dress and inside her panties and fingering her slit before the door shut behind them.

Will had his tongue deep, slobbering around her mouth. Somehow his hand had got through her cardigan, defeated her blouse and was under her bra to her nipples before she realised Chas and Erica had zip downs and were raising male sausage to firm, hot cock; both squatting on the floor.

They knew the position.

They knew the drill.

Meredith had savoured Erica's touch on her coochie and reciprocated by teasing Erica's fleshy pussy and fingering her butt hole when asked. She had especially enjoyed laying her big breasts and elongated nipples over Erica's pert, smaller breasts.

Suddenly, Meredith's body was confronted by lustful cunt-struck senior college males; two actually, groping, fondling, and stretching around, whatever was handy.

There were already three fingers in her extended kitten box, two probing her burrow, and her perineum nearly disappearing, but it was exciting. Yes, she still had some religious hangups to exorcise, especially names for her body parts.

It was, though, getting wetter and more pleasurable down there. The faster their fingers moved and jiggled around, the deeper they went.

Mark and Will were testing the definition of deep.

They were testing stretch, and the stretch was big.

Meredith was thinking only; she needed Willy, no, not Will especially, willy as in dick; she couldn't bring herself yet to say cock or pecker.

She would have liked some romantic gesture on her first outing with the guys.

She thought, for a moment, to slow it down, down there, and then why?

Reality hit; better take it all now; were Mark and Will going to dance with her at the College Celebration Formal?

No, better to get their pricks now.

The problem was that they were super selfish. Well, they were eighteen and trapped in an all-boys college, so currently, their pricks were super happily engaged in quality nubile mouths with the girls with the re — Chas and Erica.

The college girls were both sucking and noisily slurping dick, consuming head. They were giving the full liquid mouthful. They were enjoying working pecker to a point. Typically, they would have made mouth-love to a cum flavoured gob meal, but this cock workout was to aid Meredith.

Chas and Erica's eyes were close to agreeing that the boys were nicely fluffed up for Meredith.

When from outside the door, "Girls, girls, Meredith, Erica, Chastity, are you in there? I hope not. Boys? Mark, Will, are you in there?"

Mark and Will were in all right, finger deep in Meredith's slit and crack, and they were still boy toying around as only young men who don't get enough pussy or arse toy around.

They kept going.

Meredith, not having had the touch, didn't know the difference between a nice boy inside her, nicely and gently touching, and these two boys just lost in randy, lewd touching. The big girl had already set her future needs on three fast fingers fucking her pussy and intense two-finger knuckle-deep starfish action.

Also, her language was changing fast.

Sister Margret hesitated outside the toilet door. No, she couldn't go in the gentleman's bathroom, but where were the girls and the boys?

Maybe she could find the cleaner up the stairs; perhaps they had seen something.

Time was all; she was up the stairs, two steps at a time. She knew something was amiss.

Chas and Erica had the boys' balls and rods right out through their zips, and now everything was upright.

Their wads were ready for release; the girls had intended to give Meredith a double start in her sex life.

Oh, bugger, randy college lads; shit did it fly; it does when the pleasure is rapid and exciting, and the cock managers are untamed and unrestrained. Too sensitive, Mark and Will came close together. A feral giddy spray, spurting in gollops and dollops — straight out.

Meredith watched as she missed out.

She saw expert cum catchers at work.

With a whip of their heads and wide mouths, Chas and Erica took a gob filler of cum each.

Meredith learnt something as the girls got her between them.

Well, with cocks going down, Mark and Will; were sidelined.

Chas and Erica were into sharing; they fed, in turn, the collected man marrow from their mouths with Meredith.

Suddenly the big girl's mouth was filled with a double gob of cum; she got Mark and Will combined.

Even Mark and Will were amazed at where their sauce ended up.

"Wow," managed Meredith after Chas and Erica urged her to swallow it all.

 It was Erica's athlete speed that helped tidy Meredith while Chas cast an eye over the guy's uniforms for wayward cum.

She signalled the all-clear.

They were out after some boy corridor scouting and across and into the history rooms before Sister Margret returned.

Chas remained absent.

"Oh, you're back, but where have you been? I know you didn't go to the lady's bathroom at the front of the school. You better have a good reason, or consequences will flow back at school, young ladies."

Sister Margret got stern towards the end.

Meredith had been instructed on the lie: "Will had gone to the toilet. Chas had started her period and went to the staff toilet down the corridor. Mark had spilled his tea and gone to get some paper towels from the storeroom; he saw that wet spot on the floor. I went looking for you to assist Chas; the paper towel was on the storeroom's top shelf, so Erica had to help Mark. Chas is still waiting for you now."

Off went Sister Margret for Chas; everybody else just laughed when she was far enough away.

...

 Erica was on the move now outside the Cathedral.

Boys, boys, boys, probably in the practice room in the Rectory next to the Cathedral, thought our athlete.

Erica could hear them as she left the apse and went into the Rectory. She thought of Meredith, a happy memory but not an immediate body; it is always the body in the moment we need.

A male enters a room full of women, well ladies; they keep gossiping or managing to do what women do; they check out the talent; sure, but in a decent surreptitious, then it is whispered in a comparative note's way with their girlfriend.

A girl enters a room full of males, fifteen testosterone-high males, genuinely focused though not on sex for once in their lives.

Yes, it was rare, but they were practising mid-song.

Then all their jaws dropped; they collectively lost the key; then they all just fucking stopped; maybe, inbuilt biology?

There was a tall, athletic, gorgeous, sexually provocative brunette that had knocked Schubert for a fucking six; way over St Mathews Park.

Erica — a sleek, wet dream doll.

Singing was the last thing on fifteen minds; however, a lot of blood was quickly funnelled into their pants.

 Erica was happy; she saw known boys and unknown guys.

Two boys were hot — hot — good hot — Mark and Will.

Since the debate, she had fancied a reunion.

Mark and Will couldn't believe their eyes or their renewed chances.

Erica loosened her tartan necktie and opened her blouse, the outline of her red bra signalling?

Well, the senior college lads weren't given time to think, only time to process stunning female in their close proximity.

The red bra was technically vermillion.

However, there was no disputing she was sizzling, and the room was about to combust in lust!

"Loosen the ties, boys."

They did.

"Drop the pants, lads."

They did.

"Line up and present meat, gents."

They all did as they were told.

Their mums could have learnt a lesson here if they wanted incorrigible young males to toe the line.

Erica was having no problem organising fifteen.

Erica was the Vermillion Express—hot and sultry. She was a mobile roving red light district.

A professional stripper would have been proud to borrow her moves, which were slinky, skanky, and deliberately sensuously trashy.

That Browning poem about rats tumbling out; passed through Erica's mind as the dicks flopped out, some having moved beyond droopy.

Erica saw mass male trouser ferrets rampantly loose, and their accompanying pocket billiards were hanging looser, desperate for any attention.

We are talking about a lot of virgin cock here; only two pussy strikes in the room, the odd blow job including Will and Mark or a hand job, or a bit of groping in the cinema or a parked car, a few shared wet tongues.

Today, the lads sensed genuine pecker action.

Erica was intent on servicing a lot of cock this afternoon, and a room full of unsupervised hyped-up males about to perform; they got to perform all right.

Twice; a cock-suck-fest and their choral number later.

What do you think they remembered ten years later at their reunion about their final College Mass at the Cathedral?

Along the row of fifteen College seniors, a few who were looking forward one day to attending the Oktoberfest, Erica, though, had in mind her own private fuckfest.

She was reshaping that Browning Poem in her head; she was the piper, and these lads were following her tune —

She had big ones, thick ones, and small ones.

Scrawny pubed ones, mostly white ones, uncircumcised juicy ones, and one very promising uncut dark one.

They were all joined to a set of balls: some were family jewels, snug-packed ones, some really Tarzan swinger ones, way low.

There were plenty of silky, soft, pouched ones. They would require tongue work because they looked too delicate for fingers.

Well, give them a gentle squeeze.

Erica's tease was over.

Her bra was off, and her cute breasts were providing an eye full.

Her nipples were to attention, as was the parade of active cocks.

Erica was at the start of her line; she looked along it; there were an array of curved bayonets, straight spears, stylish veined lances, probably the nation's future military leaders — a cock parade for herself.

She took in a few thickened prodders, two sly uncircumcised pricks, maybe; they were her backdoor boys, maybe, hoped Erica. 

She knew from the loo that Mark was thick, Will; Chas had the pleasure that day; today, they were both hers.

The boys were beating their meat sticks; Erica was ready

It was like the starters line in the hurdles — ready, set, go girl.

It nearly shaped as a false start.

Erica reasserted a bit of control with:

"Stay in line, boys; wait your turn; the free-for-all is later."

"Ok, get excited," and off came her bra and down came her knickers.

The boys enjoyed the show.

For Erica, it was practical; she would need cum free underwear after this. Her body could be washed; pity Chas and Beth weren't here, she thought, to lick all the cum she expected — off her body.

She was down on her knees, greeting cock one.

It was strong and erect with a glistening pre-cummed head, first up for her.

It was very hard and very erect, like the whole friggin row.

Ms Phillips sucked and licked it gleefully. Her hands were wrapped around this young man's thighs; she was vacuuming his head with her mouth, a sucking machine.

Erica was a tad greedy and, with one hand, started massaging the next cock in the line.

For the boys, as the brunette lips lock on cock; down the row, they waited in anticipation; the pleasure started, the pleasure built, and the pleasure has to be fulfilled.

She moved on efficiently. She was an athlete; she was primed; this was her time.

The next one was a curver, shorter and thinner. The poor young man was a bit self-conscious, but this disappeared fast. A dream woman beyond fantasy was massaging his meat and giving him her eyes.

Strangely, the eye contact was erotically tipping as she jerked out his load.

The dude's masturbatory thoughts were constructed here for the next month, maybe for life — she was Aphrodite.

A male can't hide or fake his pleasure package; the young guy lost his load; no problem.

He was so, so fucking happy, and Erica's petite breasts were creamed in rapid sprays of jizz.

Like the hurdler she was, there are no obstacles here; ah, the spied earlier giant dark pudding, big and yummy, was next.

He had a real firm rigid to his head as she glided his uncut skin backwards and forwards over his tip, and she enjoyed the throbbing veins pressing under taut skin and a massive sac for his nuts.

She licked the silky sac; he moaned; his pleasure filled her.

It was exciting; she took his schlong-dong deep.

She moves on with a message to her dark playmate; "Don't lose your load yet: I'll be back."

To herself: — You'll get my back door!

An uncircumcised prick with hairy nuts and ginger whisps of pubes sprouting out straggly and curly everywhere follows.

Erica sucks, slurps, and swallows — ginger nuts shoot in her mouth.

She spits his cum back out, not in disgust but to rub back over his dick, a moment of unbelievable pleasure memory for him.

Like the hurdler she is; she is focused on the next stride; she moistens with spit the pinkish-purplish glans of the following penis, with had an untidy circumcised flap of skin attached; just different; making it strangely attractive in its own unique way and contributing to her quickly expanding cock knowledge.

She gently teases the piece of skin; he moans; he likes it.

She gives him a quick, effective blow job, probably too much pre-tugging while waiting for her, and his cum catches her braids and her shoulder, and some, unfortunately, was wasted on the floor.

She was the fellatator of the moment, a torero, and she controlled her raging bulls.

Erica was going down to stir and excite.

Then she hit it — Shit — well, the odds were there, one of fifteen; she had the big one.

The biggest here; she was ready to cannibalise this one.

The brunette gobbed it to the back of her throat to indicate that I was in charge.

He groaned the loudest yet; she focused on his knob; gives this glans; a French head job.

The lucky fucker of a recipient holds her head and guides Erica deeper. After a tonsil tickler, she says," Keep your load."

She winked at him and said, " You have a special finishing job later."

Maybe — hopefully — she only has three holes; the maths fifteen divided by three!

Shit — you are in trouble, girl.

The next few cocks blur, no disparagement; they were all cock; all useful, all tasty and fully teased before they explode; a group within the group, the absolute never touched peckers by a girl in this choir lineup.

Followed by a curvy one, a scimitar, a really cute cock; hard to define cute cocks, she thought, just something about it, maybe; the perfect length, a nice girth, and a pleasure to lick and suck and hold.

Mark and Will, primed but not over self-stroking, are next; they remember the toilets after the debate.

They want more than pipe cleaning today.

Erica teases both cocks relatively briefly; maybe, they will get a special treat, arse time, nookie time.

One poor sod who couldn't wait their turn had jacked off and had self-blown.

Oh well, she still gave them a cock fondle and a cock kiss.

Erica still needed to Jill off; at the end of the line, time for hole filler; the rest, well, bukkake time.

These guys were keen, and there was no surprise with youth; some had reloaded and reprimed — seemingly quicker than colonial-minute men —and were ready to re-engage.

The dark schlong was invited to tease and spread her arsehole; "If you are man enough," said the brunette.

Will's patience is rewarded; he is offered first dibs on her glistening pleats, a fuzz of short, downy dark pubes on display, as Erica's reddish panties drop to the floor.

Ebony and ivory skin join at her backdoor.

Will is already past the front porch and down her pussy's hallway, pushing out those sweet pleats.

Erica was the willing filling in a delicious sandwich; she was doubly split, standing between two young males.

"Orrghh! Orrghh!"

No charade — genuine joy!

So intoxicating of self.

There are multiple measures of tightness here.

Erica is in the sweet zone, squeezed between two pumping males, a wedge of fat cock in her rump crack and a block of meat cramped into her front meat tenderiser.

Sensational sensations.

She would have exploded in intense orgasm there and then if she had known Chas was similarly occupied in the vestry.

Will is thinking with his cock; just the elemental — Oh, my fucking god; great.

Our dark schlong, never having been treated to any hole, is one happy cock.

He may never reexperience this tight in decades. 

Happy fucking all around.

All three stupefied on pleasurable, energetic excitement. 

For a delicious minute, Erica is held up, resting on dark thighs, and Will gets deeper, and so does schlong boy. Boy, is it good. Erica is euphoric, ecstatic and elated. She cums hard, shocking the room.

She seemed so controlled; now it's the filthy blast: as they watch, well, they are college boys, "Oh my fuckin God…OOH-OH," and it's guttural and loud.

Erica wriggles free of two cocks; she is on her knees: "Spray me, boys, all together; shower me with the lot."

Picture a fucking male blitzkrieg. Its Erica's bukkake moment. The spasmed sperm splash of every wanking and jerking Tom, Dick and Harry from the choir, plus a Mark and a Will and her personal dark-skinned arse delighter.

Jizz overflows like a berserk Sodastream, too much internally built male pressure, too much syrup generated by a brunette excitement machine. Cum lurched out faster than a broken fire hydrant through the boy's siphon pythons. The pleasure trigger was unsustainable, the waves of delighted juice released — sweet fucking male release — and Erica was insanely ready for it all.

She helped with hand jobs and tugs here and there because she wanted the juices of men on her body, not the floor.

She saw cock everywhere, involuntarily jolting, short twitchy cock movements combined with lengthy, sustained, deep male groans.

She was surrounded by cock.

Erica was assailed by jizz; some was propelled straight at her like exploding cluster bombs. Gooey jizz splat on her cheek; more semen dribbled through her braided brunette hair; dots and dashes of cum; in dabs and dobs across her nose; a swirling ribbon swathe went straight onto her pink tongue.

Multiple flecks, like a string of pearls, layered across her breasts, and a gluey glob trickled down her extended neck. Male ooze and gravy were everywhere: on her back, like tattooed citrations, and blobs seemingly lapelling her shoulders like rhinestones. 

Male cum sprinkled and dispersed in a continuous burst, slushing and sloshing around in Erica's mouth. Her gob was sloppy and strewn with boy goo.

Fifteen males had all battered and beaten their meat.

Erica was replete — bukkake over.

"Hell," said Mark," Father Ryan said he would check on us before our performance."

Geez, was there a mess; who wants to clean up after a sperm bath.

Erica grabbed her gear and headed to the nearest toilets for a freshen-up. A girl has to look always her best, and she did even over cum-drenched.

The brunette was spunk-covered, and it was a heavenly moment for all. She paused at the door, back in her red lingerie, now the true scarlet woman.

College was over in more than one way.

"Thanks, boys; see you all around," and she meant it; as she gave a butt twerk and blew a general kiss, both nearly enough to stir the loins again of the whole choir, the strength of youthful cock.

After she was tidy and with a goddamn golden glow about her, Erica headed back to get ready for her participation in the general choir practice.

Father Patrick O'Flaniggan, of flasher fame, was having a drag on the porch of the Rectory.

He inhaled so much on seeing Erica swish her brunette hair and her face dazzlingly happy like fuckin high Summer, even though it was mid-Spring. He coughed loudly.

"You should give up," said Erica as she sidled past him.

She gave the shy flasher a slinky brush up, enough to give Patrick a boner. His fag dropped from his lips.