Erotic teen facial cumshot surprise

The party had been going a lot better than McKayla expected. She was a bit tipsy by this point, and was currently down to her favorite Calvin Klein thong and purple bra in an intense game of strip beer-pong!

She’s one ball away from having the girl opposite lose a pair of panties, when one of the guys proposes a forfeit to the loser.

“If you miss, we’re bending you over this table and spanking that ass of yours!”

Huge facial with loads of cum

A slight shiver of arousal runs across her body, for some reason the perverted suggestion riled her up, and she took a toss for her cup. A cold sinking feeling of dread builds in her chest as it hits the rim and drops onto the floor, the girl opposite giving McKayla a mocking smirk as the guys circling around behind her. She doesn’t quite process that it’s not a joke until her chest hits the cold table surface, to which she suddenly screams out, silenced immediately by a swift spank to her ass.

“S-stop, please!”

They just laugh as they each take turns punishing her loss, reddening her cheeks with each swat, until each spank elicits more pain than the last. With such a sudden shift of scenery, McKayla isn’t even sure how to react, still processing what’s going on. They don’t seem to care however, instead forming a line to take turns leaving their mark on her behind, taking their frustrations of the night out on the loser.

The best cumshot surprise

McKayla’s eyes dart to the woman who was only a toss away from being in her position, nothing but smugness on her face as she subtly touches herself to the sight of her suffering. After what seemed like an hour of constant non-stop spankings, searing pain sending jolts across her skin, the men holding her let go, dropping her to the floor in a broken heap.

“Are we done already?”

One of the guys seems displeased, until the girl who beat McKayla speaks up.

“Fuck the little whore’s throat!”

Teen cum facial erotic stories

She was either so lost in her own arousal that she didn’t understand the situation, or was truly that sadistic to want to see her suffer so much. Either way, it took little convincing for the horny crowd to adjust to the idea. In an instant, McKayla’s exhausted body is hoisted up to her feet, only a shrill squeal erupts from her lips in response, as the man grips tightly to the waistband of her thong.

The fabric rides deep between her cheeks, having her toes curl in the sheer amount of pain, her voice caught in her throat as what little brain power she has left is devoted to processing this.

Tears welling in her eyes, she could do little as one of the guys jammed a pool-cue underneath the table between the struts, giving the guy holding her twitching body in the air somewhere to hang here from. Two other guys kick out her feet, forcing her to her knees so the guy holding her can hook her thong onto the stick.

It’s somehow even more painful than before, she lets out a defeated squeal as her tears finally run down her cheeks, the uncaring feeling of being at a stick’s mercy, rather than the hands of another person was noticeable, so much so that she tried desperately to wriggle free. The only thing she gained from that was a red mark on her cheek as one of the men reeled back to slap her, snapping her out of whatever thoughts she had, making her realize what was in front of her.

“You’re going to swallow every single one of us, or else it’s gonna get real rough, bitch!”

His words were practically spat down at her, but after seeing the line of men currently stroking their dicks, anticipating their turn with the captive throat-slut, there was little left to the imagination. Her introduction to the next few hours of her life was brutal, he took no care in her feelings, only using her throat like a cheap fleshlight, ramming his cock down her gullet as she struggled to choke it back.

“Mrfffphh!!”

Her muffled screams only caused the line of men to laugh at her, seeing the despair in her eyes as she’s forced to swallow several inches of a stranger’s cock, made even worse by what she felt next. His dick began spasming in her throat, stretching it violently, causing her to gag around him. Apparently he enjoyed the feeling, as his cock suddenly erupts in her mouth, painting the back of her throat with his cum. The feeling of his load rushing across her tongue caused her pride to shatter, the last sense that she was a person of value drifting away.

“That’s a good little cock-slut!”

He slaps her face quite hard, leaving another handprint as the next man steps up, stroking his cock before sliding it down her throat, this time with little resistance. There was no fight left in her, instead all she could do was make this as painless for herself as possible. It didn’t make it any easier to stomach, each load of cum that followed made her retch, shaking against their thrusts, which only bounced her in the wedgie prison she was held in, digging the fabric deeper between her cheeks.

Cock after cock was rammed down her throat, so many that she lost count, and each one had no respect for her as a human, only as a sextoy to use, abuse, and then discard. She felt this with each thrust, as if she was some toy to be entertainment for others.

All of a sudden, the line of cocks stopped, though she didn't hold out hope that she had finished already. In fact, it seemed as though they had a different kind of finale in mind. The remaining men that hadn’t blown their load, as well as the ones who were ready to cum again all gathered up around the dangling bitch, fucking their hands furiously as the girls chanted behind them.

“Paint. Her. Face!”

“Paint. Her. Face!”

“Paint. Her. Face!”

It was obvious what was about to happen, but McKayla still couldn’t believe what the party had turned into. Her friends and fellow students were all cheering on her rapists, urging them to cum onto her face, and after peering around the room, she realized what the theatrics were for.

In the hand of one of the girls was her phone, pointed directly at her, capturing every moment. It was then that McKayla lost what little hope there was to endure this, no matter how well she pretended she wasn’t here, there’d still be a constant reminder online, a stain on her life. No possibility of escape, she did the only thing she could, she cried. Desperately and pathetically, she cried and thrashed against her prison, trying to get herself free, but to no avail.

Her mind is torn from escape to dread as the first load of cum erupts from one of their cocks, smearing her cheek with his load before he ducks out, quickly replaced by another man, stroking just as hard. This is the first of many, her face quickly covered in cum as load after load is sprayed across her, by the time half of them have finished she could barely see, now left to hang there and wait for the torrent of jizz to stop, and for someone to cut her free.

That moment never comes, McKayla is used throughout the night, less so as the party moves on, and with little interaction on her part, a broken shell of what she was only hours ago. In the dead of night, with no one around, her thong finally slips free of the stick, likely from the amount of cum lubricating it.

After her horrific ordeal, McKayla is left laying on the floor, her ass stinging after having her thong ride up so far that she’ll be having trouble taking it out from between her cheeks, and her face so painted with cum that it’ll stain her skin for weeks. Her outfit is soaked in the hundreds of loads shot across her, and yet there still poses the task of even getting home…

Little does she know that her dorm had already been broken into and vandalized, all of her pictures torn down and replaced with ones of herself at the party, and a copy of the video currently circling eighty-two million views online.