New Years Eve Ch.4 – The Ice-Breaker part 3 *ADULT CONTENT*

Please read the first three chapters of this story before starting on this one, just so things make sense! :-)

So at the end of Chapter 3, we’d just finished the “ice-breaker” blow job contest, so now we should really get onto the results, shouldn’t we? lol

The Guessing:-
We all wrote down who we thought was who. I wrote down:-
1) Dan
2) J
3) Mark
4) Robert

I knew they’d “hazed” me by this point, as I sure got worked over much more than the other three girls, and I wasn’t necessarily totally happy about it, but I’m a big girl and I’d agreed to what happened, and I knew J would have stepped in if things had gone too far, and lets be honest, I could have stopped it myself, couldn’t I?! Anyway, the competitive part of me came out and I knew I’d given four fantastic blow jobs that they’d never forget, and I was confident to be honest. The way I’d gone through the guys was pretty much smallest to largest, by coincidence or plan I didn’t know, but I knew I had J right at number 2, I knew Dan was smaller than J so I had that right too, and number 4 was quite vocal during my face fucking giving several animalistic groans and a few “oh fuck’s”, plus an “arggghh” when he came, and I recognised his voice as Robert. That left Mark as number 3. Even if the others got them all right, I’d be equal with them, and therefore not the loser! That was good enough for me.

The Result’s were announced as:-
1) Dan
2) Mark
3) J
4) Robert

Oh no, I only got 2 right, and I got J wrong of all people!! And guess what, the other three got 4 out of 4! I appealed, I said I’m sure I didn’t get J wrong, and I think I’ve been set-up! I was kind of smiling though, I wasn’t going to actually kick up a fuss, but I wanted it on the record that I knew everything wasn't above board. Imagine me saying all of that with a slightly croaky voice though, as I had the onset of a sore throat! lol. They assured me that I didn’t get J right – J also assured me of that when I asked him to confirm that – so I did actually lose. They enquired as to whether I was going to refuse my loser forfeit then – finishing them all off. I said I wasn’t, but I was going to do it on my terms – ie: no face fucking as my throat was as sore as fuck after all that! They agreed.

I brought J off first, getting his cock back out he sprung back into action quickly, and I got him off by jacking him off and then a couple of deep thrusts into my mouth while I played with his balls. He came in my mouth and I swallowed. I then said to him in a slightly annoyed tone and not even a hint of a smile, “by the way, thanks for not stopping when I was choking on whipped cream!” I still didn’t actually believe he was number 3, I was trying to coax him into a confession that I’d been screwed over and actually did get all 4 right. I just didn’t think that it was necessary to fix the result – even if I hadn’t lost I probably would have finished them all off if they just asked nicely!

Dan was next, I got him to sit down and sit back in the chair, I sucked on him briefly while I massaged his balls, before I started with a furious hand job, causing him to shoot into the air and it landed on his stomach and thighs as I’d aimed him away from me!! I was getting my own back in a subtle way, I wasn’t going to let them all cum in or on me after what they’d done! I’m more talking about cheating me at the result rather than what they actually did to me during the contest!

Next up was Mark, and it was while I was licking and jacking him off that I actually realised that maybe he could have been number 2 after all. I even deep throated him a few times and recreated a few things I’d done to him during the contest, just to check, and I became very unsure. It was the first doubts that I had about them fixing the result. He really was similar to J and it could have been my mistake. Because of this unsure-ness I kind of lost track of the fact I was trying to punish them by not letting them cum in or on me and missed the sign that Mark was about to cum, and he came in my mouth. I was about to spit it out, but I haven’t deliberately spat out cum in over 8 years, so I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, so I swallowed it, albeit reluctantly.

And I was done. But then Robert said, “what about me?”. I retorted, “I think I’ve already finished you off, don’t you think?”. He then explained (with a cheeky yet wicked smile) that sometimes guys accidentally cum during the game, and that it couldn’t count, as it was purely by chance that he’d cum with me. If he’d cum with one of the others then it couldn’t count as my forfeit, so it shouldn’t count just because it happened to be with me. “Of course, it was pure coincidence it was with me, wasn’t it? That sure was a long three minutes though!” I said with a sarcastic edge, but still with a smile. I didn’t know how long round 4 of the game had lasted, but it sure felt like it was quite a bit longer than 3 minutes to me.

I gave in – his logic beat me, I do like some good logic – and he pulled his monster cock out and he was rock hard yet again (or still – I don’t know). I don’t know how a man of his age does it. Well, I didn’t know. I do now – Viagra! Lol. I wasn’t even sure he’d be able to cum again; it was barely 10 minutes since he blew his last load down my throat.

Digressing really quickly, I’m not a size queen at all, just so you know! I love cocks of all sizes! Lol. Robert’s actually turned out to be around just shy of 10 inches and fairly thick, which can be quite scary and quite painful, although I’m sure it’s fine to play with occasionally. J’s is more around the 7.5 inch mark, but still with some very good girth. It’s actually much better that way as it’s practically a perfect fit wherever he decides to put it, and is very pleasurable without any scariness or pain. Ideal to play with regularly and continually! :-)

Back on topic, I found out he was able to cum again, but it took a lot of hard work on my part. It took over ten minutes of pure determination from me, and me using every trick in my book. About half way through, his wife Bev said something like “this could take a while, shall we leave them to it?” and ushered everyone else out of the sitting room we were in and into the main sitting room. It’s as if a blow-job was so run of the mill at this party that we were boring them! Lol. She kissed him passionately before she left, while I was looking up at them with 6 or 7 inches of his cock in my mouth. It was actually quite erotic to be honest! Lol. We weren’t completely alone at this point though, the door between the two rooms was open and we could hear chatter from the other room. So I didn’t feel unsafe and trapped or anything like that.

I’d been trying everything to get him off – from my best hand job efforts, to a two handed cock and balls massage while I sucked hard on the head and worked my tongue, I’d even taken his whole length into my mouth a few times of my own accord. I ran my teeth gently over him. I tried to keep my eyes looking up and locked onto his the whole time as often that turns guys on a bit more and helps them finish quicker. Some guys even find the blackened mascara-run eyes that I had at this point a turn on. I actually wish I could have gone in the other room and chatted with the others, because this really was going to take forever! But I’m certainly not a quitter, he was going to cum even if it took me all night. When we were more or less alone, after the others had gone into the next room, I asked him what I could do to speed this along. He unzipped my dress part way and told me to take it off so he could see my body. I slipped it off, and continued sucking on him. He then reached behind me and unhooked my bra; I reached up to it to stop it falling off me and keep it covering me, although I didn’t stop sucking him whilst I did it, and after a bit of cajoling I finally let him push it off me so he could see my naked breasts. He fondled them and then began to pinch my nipples quite hard, as I continued giving him both a hand job at the base of his cock whilst sucking on the rest. He began trying to push in deeper and my hand let go of his cock and he had one hand pinching my nipple roughly as his other hand was on my head, gently encouraging me to take deeper strokes. He told me we could really speed this up if he just fucked my pussy. I declined and increased my pace, taking him all the way once again and twisting my head, and trying to say “aaahhh”, as it makes my throat muscles vibrate a little around his cock. He released my breast and put his second hand on my head and began to really control my head on his cock. Long, deep strokes with a slowly increasing speed, we were getting back into face fucking territory now, the only difference being that I was now looking up at him as sexily and lustfully as I could. I just wanted him to cum. I was getting tired after what was nearly 10 minutes of this, which followed 20 odd minutes of blow jobs before this. But it wasn’t only due to tiredness, it was to do with ego – I’ve always lived with the knowledge that I could get any guy to cum in under 5 minutes if I really tried. I’d really tried and he’d blown my theory right out of the water! His pace quickened again, as did his breath as he was nearly ready to explode for a second time in the last 20 minutes or so. He pulled out as he came this time, the first spurt hit my chin and went into my mouth slightly, but the rest sprayed all over my tits. A couple of long slow thrusts into my mouth again to make sure he was done, and then he rubbed the cum on my chest into my breasts to make them glisten in the low lighting of the room. It was then I realised that we had an audience as the rest had gathered by the door to watch the finale. I stood up and grabbed my dress and bra, and Robert gave me a little hug and whispered in my ear not to wash his cum off my breasts. As I walked away from him and toward the group at the door, they gave me a little jokey round of applause, and I gave them a little jokey bow, and then I left the room and headed for the stairs, wearing just my thong, stockings and suspender belt, and shoes, and holding my dress and bra in front of me. The girls followed me up, and we had a girly chat as I cleaned my face and re-did my make-up, tried to salvage my hair, and put on the skirt and top that I’d brought to wear home the next day as my dress had seen better days.

After everybody got cleaned up and we all started to relax and just enjoy a 'normal' evening again. A few more glasses of wine, more chat, I spoke to the girls about whether I was being “hazed”. They told me the guys always messed with newbies, but assured me they weren't in on any of it. They all giggled a bit too much for me to totally believe them. They were all very supportive though, they told me they'd all been through similar things, and they told me I'd done really well and the guys seemed really impressed at how I’d taken it all so far, so they thought I'd earned my stripes with the guys so they'd ‘probably’ stop messing with me now. “Probably?” I retorted with a smirk, I wasn’t sure I believed them.

To be continued...