It started as a joke during a game night. My guy friends were venting about their dry spells and how they wished girls were “more open.” I smirked and said “What if I just let you all use my mouth?” The room went silent. Then one asked “Seriously?”
I’d always been curious about a blowbang… the idea of being surrounded by cocks made me wet instantly. I nodded and said “Right now. But you have to promise not to hold back.” They didn’t need convincing.
Five of them lined up against the couch while I knelt on the carpet. The first guy shoved his cock into my mouth without warning. I gagged but took it deeper, saliva dripping down my chin as I sucked. Another pressed his tip against my lips, so I reached up to stroke him while bobbing my head. The room filled with groans and the sound of skin slapping my face.
They got rougher. One grabbed my hair and fucked my throat until tears streamed down my cheeks. Another smeared his precum on my tongue and made me lick his balls. I lost count of how many times I switched between cocks, my jaw aching but my pussy throbbing. I fingered myself while two of them facefucked me at the same time, their tips hitting the back of my throat.
“Gonna cum,” one grunted. I pulled off just enough to let his first rope hit my tongue, then shoved him back in to finish down my throat. The next came all over my forehead and eyelashes, hot streaks painting my skin. The last two came together—one in my mouth, one across my tits. I swallowed greedily then licked my sticky fingers clean while they watched.
Afterward they joked about making this a weekly thing. I just shrugged and said “My mouth’s always available.” Now whenever they text “Need a throat?” I drop everything. Letting them use me like a toy is addicting… and hearing them moan my name while I choke on their cum? Best. Decision. Ever.
