Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

More guys were going off around them, jerking their dicks fast and furious. Henry swallowed as, down his row, the tattoo guy finally got off, hips jerking, twisting the sex toy around on his dick again and again as he shot his load into it. There’s something a real pussy can’t do, Henry thought, as the tattooed guy twisted the toy right off to reveal his thick cock, the condom on it wet and filled with cum.

“Winner!” The frat brother behind Bel announced. Bel had finally given up the toy, reluctantly slipping it off the end of his cock and peeling down the condom. Bel threw himself happily back into his chair, still panting, the guys all cheering and pumping their fists-the ones not wrapped around their dicks, anyway.

Well, actually, they were pumping those, too…

“Next pair up!” Marcus took the Fleshlights, stepping down the line.

Henry glanced next to him at the guy with the frizzy red hair, the one that made him think that if Carrot Top and Danny Bonaduce ever had a kid together, he would be it. Cody was across from him, sitting next to Dean. Henry avoided his roommate’s gaze, but he could see Dean had started already, fisting his cock and jerking it as he watched the next two pledges each take a Fleshlight and poise them above their condom-covered dicks.

By the time Marcus said, “Go!” Cody was already moaning, his eyes wide at first when he slipped into the wet recesses of the sex toy, and then closing in pure delight. He hadn’t had the chance to fuck it yet and Henry stared, fascinated, as Cody caught a quick rhythm, the low groan in his voice building to a growl. It was hardly fair, considering Carrot Top had come once already, but it was over almost before it began.

“Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god! That’s too good!”

The whole room laughed and brayed in agreement as Cody grunted and thrust deep, shuddering as he came. The redheaded kid was jerking himself with the toy as fast as he could, but it was no use. Cody’s condom was off already, his cock wilting as he was declared the winner.

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.