Baumgartner Generations: Henry, page 6
part #5 of The Baumgartners Series
But the redheaded kid wasn’t giving up. He was inside the thing now, and he wanted to finish. Not that Henry could blame him.
“Come! Come! Come!” The chant started again and behind him, Henry heard another groan as someone else obeyed.
“Goddamn!” Carrot Top turned his head toward the television screen for incentive. The blonde was sitting on the guy’s face, rubbing her pussy all over his tongue, while the redhead sat up on his dick, riding him. The camera moved in for a close-up on the blonde’s shaved pussy and Henry couldn’t help but make the comparison between toy and cunt. Pink and wet and open and waiting...
Fuck.
Henry had to turn his head when the camera moved in on the other girl, the redhead who resembled Libby. Her pussy was stretched with the guy’s cock, her fingers down there rubbing her little clit, nipples hard, the skin around them puckered. He could barely stand to listen to her soft cries of pleasure over the roomful of whistles and shouts, guys urging Carrot Top on.
“Yeah!” Carrot Top stood, facing the television, blocking Henry’s view, and he was glad. He could barely catch his breath as it was, his own cock pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. “Take that, bitch! Take that up your hot little snatch!”
Henry gulped as everyone around him exploded in approval. This was getting really out of hand. Henry, quit with the puns, he told himself, closing his eyes and trying to breathe normally. It wasn’t easy.
“Last two!”
Henry barely heard him, but he took the Fleshlight, eyes still closed. He knew Dean was getting ready right across the aisle, but he didn’t focus there. He did it all by feel, sliding his fingers through the toy’s little slit, finding the hole. Oh, yes. Those wet open lips, that tight sleeve. That’s just where his cock wanted to go.
“Ready.” Yeah. Fuck yeah.
“Set.” Right there. Oh that sweet pussy is mine. All mine.
“Go!”
It was seconds, just seconds. Maybe thirty, even with the slight loss of sensation because of the condom. He pumped his fist fiercely, his cock swollen to bursting, and silently mouthed her name. And then he was coming, not inside of her, not on her, not with her, but for her, everything for her, his toes curling, pelvis thrust up like an offering.
“Winner!”
His ears were ringing too much for him to really hear, but he tied his condom up with shaking hands and tossed it into the trashcan making its way down the line. He didn’t see Dean glaring at him until they got up to rearrange the chairs again. He didn’t look happy. In fact, he seemed really pissed off.
But when Dean noticed Henry looking, he saluted. Henry shrugged back.
“Now it gets tough.” Marcus passed out more condoms.
Henry studied his poor, withered, wet cock. He couldn’t get the condom on now if he tried. Way too soft.
“But we have incentive for the four guys who’ve made it this far!” Marcus signaled toward the door and one of the frat brothers opened it and peeked out.
Henry’s jaw dropped when a woman, a real, live woman, walked into the room. She was dressed up like a goth girl, her hair streaked half black, half red, her lips and fingernails painted dark. She wore a black corset and fishnet stockings with garters that were mostly covered by patent leather boots that went far up on her thighs. But she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were big, heavy, the nipples fat and a dark, dark brown. And she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pubic hair was shaved into a dark landing strip just above her bare mound.
She strutted past them, snapping her gum, and then turned and paced back toward the place where she’d come in, the door closed now. Back and forth, like a panther, and they were all struck silent by her presence. They had become predators and she the prey. Even Henry felt himself leaning forward, his pupils dilating in excitement. To hell with plastic pussy. This was the real thing!
Then she stopped in the middle of the row of chairs, turning toward Henry’s side. Her face was pretty, her eyes dark and round. She half-smiled at him as she bent forward, her breasts swaying, reaching behind and smacking her ass, first with one hand, then with the other. Henry heard the guys on the other side gasp.
Then she was turning again, the other way this time, and he saw her own handprints on the white globes of her behind as she bent, showing his row what she had just shown them. He gaped as she did it again, one hand, then the other, using them to spread her pussy and ass open for them to see.
“Holy fuck.” Cody gulped beside him. Henry was up against the Asian kid this time. Cody got Carrot Top again. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Henry couldn’t have agreed more. He’d been to strip clubs before. They’d gone during his senior year in high school, even though he’d had to procure fake I.D. for the venture. He’d been in the company of strippers. He knew how it worked, he knew all the rules. This woman…this girl…she wasn’t a stripper. Strippers didn’t…
“Want to touch it?” Her voice was low, husky, and it sent a shiver through him as she looked back over her shoulder at his row. “You can touch it if you want.”
She took a step toward them in those incredible fucking boots and Henry’s jaw dropped when she straddled his thigh, putting her arms around his neck and rubbing her pussy against his leg. Jesus, it was so hot—her cunt was on fire!
“You want to feel a real pussy?” she whispered, grabbing his hand and guiding it between her legs. “Touch it.”
Henry did as he was told, groaning as his fingers moved over her lips, parting them and finding wetness. He whimpered when she stood, swinging her leg over Cody’s and letting him feel. His eyes were glazed. Henry knew just how he felt. When she stepped over to the other side of the aisle, he noticed how the entire group watched her, how much they all wanted her.
She’s a hen in a fox house, he thought as the Asian guy got his feel, grabbing her breast in his hand as well. Why didn’t I think of doing that?
“Okay, boys, that’s it.” She turned to face the room. “No more touching. Got it?”
Like she could stop us? Henry felt that energy emanating from every guy in the room. It was crazy. Even guys who had come twice already were hard again. Henry was too, his cock responding without any thought at all. His body wanted what it wanted. And it wanted it now.
“No more touching during this round.” Marcus took a step toward her, putting an arm around her waist. She smiled up at him, her eyes softening, and Henry understood. She was with Marcus. That much was clear. But Henry couldn’t help thinking, this round? Did that mean they could touch her during the next one?
Oh please, God, let it be so.
He had to make it to the next round. He just had to.
“Val is going to give you all a little show for the next round.”
An air mattress got pulled in from the hallway and put on the floor between the chairs. Henry watched, they all did, as Val unzipped her boots, taking her time, her legs finally revealed, the fishnets torn and held together in places by safety pins. Then she crawled onto the mattress, turning herself over and spreading her legs.
“Ready?” Marcus handed the Fleshlights to the first two pledges—Cody and Carrot Top. Thank god I don’t have to go first, Henry thought, although his hand was already moving on his cock. It was getting harder by the minute as he watched Val’s hands running over her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
“Set…”
Cody and Carrot Top were already hard enough to roll on their condoms. The porno was still running on the television—the scene had changed from the redhead and the blonde to something else—but no one was paying attention. It was amazing how focused an entire room full of men could be on one woman.
“Go!”
That was an understatement. The whole room was going. It was vibrating with excitement. The place had a thick smell now. It was the masculine smell of sweat and sex and cum. But there was a new scent in the mix, something more delicate, a uniquely feminine smell that made his nostrils flare and his heart pound.
Val moaned softly as she rubbed her nipples, her legs wide open. He could see her pussy, the lips totally shaved, the pink inside showing. Cody and Carrot Top were fucking themselves with the Fleshlights, and now Henry knew just what they were fantasizing about. She had every gaze in the room on her as she began to finger her pussy.
“That’s a girl.” Marcus smiled and Henry wondered at his generosity. If it had been his girl, he didn’t think he would have allowed such a thing.
“Ohhh, yes, that’s so good.” Val was like a cat purring as she parted her pussy for all of them to see, her fingers delving deeper. “I wish I had a nice, big cock inside of me.”
Her words made Henry’s balls ache and his mouth water. The girl wasn’t just flirting with danger, she was jumping on it. Okay, so her boyfriend was a giant, but he was only one guy. What if this whole room of men just decided to…pounce? Because he knew that’s what he wanted to do. And it had to be what every guy here wanted, too.
“Oh baby, right there,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster. “Fuck me good and hard!”
Cody was watching her through half-closed eyes, fist pumping. He was cupping his balls with his other hand, as if he could force his cum out by squeezing them. He had an even better view of Val’s pussy than Henry did, and that’s just where his gaze was focused. Not that the rest of them weren’t all doing the same thing. Even the clothed guys had unzipped their pants and taken out their cocks. There wasn’t a man there who wasn’t out and stroking it, aside from Marcus, and Henry marveled at his self-control.
“That’s it, just like that.” Val’s breasts moved as she rocked on the mattress, fucking her own hand. “I want that big cock in my pussy. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my ass.”
Henry rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb, shivering at the sensation. There was something about her. Maybe it was just being in the midst of a group of hungry wolves, but he didn’t just want this girl. He didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to take her. Make her his. He wanted to own her. It scared and excited him at the same time.
“I love all those beautiful cocks.” She opened her eyes and studied him. Looked right at him, then at the cock in his hand. “Look how big and hard they are. Jerk yourself off, baby, yeah, just like that.” Her gaze shifted, moving all around the room. It was a huge circle jerk now, all of them stroking for her, wanting her.
“You wanna come for me?” Val lifted her fingers to her mouth, her soaking wet fingers, and Henry heard a guy behind him groan. “Where do you want to come? All over my face?” She rubbed her juices there. “My tits?” She lifted them, squeezed, hard, let them fall. “My cunt?” And her fingers were back there, rubbing, spreading, showing them. “You want to come inside this hot little pussy?”
“Yeah!” Cody stood, moving toward her. Marcus took a step forward but Cody stopped, his attention focused on her as he fucked the Fleshlight. He was imagining it, Henry just knew it, seeing her spread open like that, he was fucking Val, shoving himself in as hard and as deep as he could. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come inside you!”
And then he did, his body arching, the toy slammed all the way down to his pubic bone. Val moaned, her eyes bright, watching him come. Not to be outdone, Carrot Top jumped up, too, growling as he looked down at her spread open pussy. She bit her lip, focusing on Carrot Top as Cody was declared the winner.
“That’s right,” she murmured, watching him fuck himself. “Slam my pussy. Do it hard. Come up inside me. Fill me!”
He groaned, thrusting, as Val pulled her legs back, showing him just where, and he came, too, shuddering and collapsing to his knees.
Henry was ready. He couldn’t believe it, but he was ready to come a third time. His balls were swollen as he tugged the condom on, taking the Fleshlight from Marcus and considering his opponent. It was the Asian kid this time, and it appeared that he was ready, too.
“Come on, boys,” Val murmured, turning onto her belly. Henry watched as she arched her back, reaching underneath to spread herself for them. “Stick it in and fuck me. I want all of you.”
Behind him, someone else let out a frustrated groan, but he was too focused on the task at hand. He had to get to the next round. Maybe they were allowed to touch her in the next round. Or maybe she was allowed to touch them. All he had to do was come. He just hoped he had some of the stuff left to deposit in the condom!
“Ooooo that’s a good boy.” Val watched the Asian kid as he stood over her, stroking fast. The Fleshlight was a blur on his cock. “Does it feel just like a real pussy?”
He grunted, giving a brief nod and going even faster.
“Think it feels as good as mine?” Val turned her face to Henry now, still fingering herself. He was sure it wasn’t quite as good, but it was good. Really fucking good. Did he want to crawl behind her, toss off the toy, and plunge into her cunt? Hell yes. But if he couldn’t do that, this was the next best thing. And it was sure as hell better than jerking off with his hand.
Henry knelt, frustrated that his body wouldn’t cooperate. He felt so close, so very close, and yet he couldn’t quite push himself over. He watched Val’s face, her eyes closing as she touched herself, her mouth open in a delightful “O.”
“I want you to come.” Henry leaned in to tell her, not touching, but close.
“For real?” Her eyes widened in surprise and he felt his cock swelling just at the thought.
“Do it,” he said. “For real.”
He could tell she was getting off on this. She really liked it, being surrounded by all these guys watching her, all jerking off. He wanted to see her get off for real.
Val’s hips dropped and she began to touch herself. Henry couldn’t see—her pussy was at the wrong angle—but he didn’t care. It was her face he wanted to watch. Her tongue moved out to lick her lower lip and her cheeks began to flush as she rubbed herself faster and faster. The motion increased, her body swaying, rocking.
“That’s it.” Henry twisted the toy around his cock, moaning. Fuck, that was incredible! Every ridge inside the sleeve massaged him as he turned it again, making him quiver. “Make yourself come. Do it for me.”
“Oh yes.” Her eyes were closed, mouth open, breath coming faster, faster. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. “Oh, it’s so close.”
Yes, it was. Henry’s balls drew up tight. So very close. Across from him, he heard the Asian kid groan. Fuck!
“I’m gonna commmmme!” Val moaned, her hips rocking, biting her lip, her brow crinkling. He could see the pleasure on her face, could read it clearly, more clearly than he’d ever read anything, including words. This was a language he understood completely.
“Me, too,” he whispered, never taking his gaze from her face as he came, the spasms rocking his body. When Val opened her eyes, they’d already declared Henry the winner and she was smiling at him.
“I give up.” The Asian guy pulled the toy and the condom off. He hadn’t made it to orgasm number three.
Then there were two.
Marcus had them move the mattress and put two chairs across from each other. The excitement in the room was palpable. This was the last round, and Henry knew he’d won at least one of the Fleshlights. He didn’t care about the porn collection. He didn’t really even care about the Fleshlight that much anymore. He just wanted to find out what this round might entail.
“This round is different.” Marcus picked up the black bag and dropped both Fleshlights in. “Whoever gets hard first wins…and gets to fuck Val.”
Henry stared at him, sure he’d misheard. Then he looked over at Cody, whose eyes were lit up like stars. Oh no. Cody had only come twice. Henry had just finished a third time. How in the hell was he going to manage?
The guys around them went crazy at the thought, shoving and nudging the two of them in their chairs, saying things like “Lucky bastard!” and “Save some for me!” but Henry wasn’t paying attention to any of it really. There was no way. He would have to stand on his head to get his dick hard again.
And then Marcus surprised them. “Of course, you’ll have help.”
Val walked over, kneeling between the two chairs. Seeing her down there like that, her knees parted, her breasts shoved up by the corset, gave Henry some hope. His cock actually twitched. It didn’t do much more, but at least it was something.
“No way,” someone behind Henry murmured, but it was already happening. Val had Cody’s cock in one hand and Henry’s in the other. They were both soft. It wasn’t going to be easy. Of course, she was surrounded by plenty of guys with hard cocks who hadn’t come yet, who would be perfectly willing to take their places. That bolstered Henry.
“You like that?” Val’s hand was like velvet as she squeezed him, rubbing her thumb expertly over the head of his cock, hitting all the sensitive spots. He let out a whimper when she raked her fingernails lightly over his balls. Her other hand was busy in Cody’s lap, doing the same thing to him.
“I know you want my pussy.” She coaxed him, pulling on his cock like it was taffy, drawing him out. “I saw you looking at me.”
She was talking to both of them, turning her head back and forth, trying to pay equal attention, but he could have sworn she was talking just to him.
“That fake pussy doesn’t feel as good as mine, I bet.” Val let go of them both, sliding her hands between her legs and getting her fingers wet. Then she rubbed her juices over their cocks. Henry noticed how it made the head of his dick glisten.
“I want your cock,” she murmured, pulling, tugging. “I want it so bad. I have to feel you inside me.” Oh holy hell. He was starting to really feel something. Just the pleading sound of her voice was getting him hard again. He glanced over at Cody, but he was still just as soft as when she started. Henry figured he was about halfway there.
The crowd of guys noticed. They started chanting. “Hen-ry! Hen-ry! Hen-ry!”
“That’s it!” Val’s hand squeezed him, stroked him. She was excited to see him respond, and that made him even more aroused. She was still working on Cody, too, but it just wasn’t happening, and Henry made a mental note to thank his genes or God or something for his ability to get hard again so fast.
