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I saw this when I was 24. Actually I saw it a couple of times. It is one of the most fucked up things I’d ever witnessed and it still weirds me out to this day.
I’ve known Carl since high school. He’s a great guy, (married now, in fact), but right after his 19th birthday, he began participating in a sexual act with his girlfriend, Billie, that I found rather strange. That being said, I know I’m writing this story for a porn site, but at the time, this practice was uncommon-at least if you lived in Florida.
Billie, who was 19 at the time, met Carl at the coffee shop where they worked together. It was an instant attraction. Billie was a little heavy set and Carl was a beanpole which surprised a lot of our friends, since he’d told us many times about his disinterest in chubby women. Don’t get me wrong, She wasn’t grossly overweight or obese, but she did have a few pounds on her. Love is blind and matches these two together, so why should anyone give a fuck, right? Exactly. T One day I got a call from one of our mutual friends, Derek. He told me something that shook me to the core.
“Dude,” You’re not going to believe this, but I was at a house party last night and saw the most fucked up thing. Carl was there with Billie and they had sneaked off to the basement to be alone for a little bit. Big deal, right? Everyone does it. But, when a few people began discussing what was going on in the basement, I had to see for myself.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense,” I said. “Fucking tell me. What was happening?”
I went down the stairs and they were crowded with everyone watching, but Billie was sitting in a chair, her hands and feet tied to the arms and she was naked.”
“Is that it?” I asked. “You know how fucked up Carl is. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that his girlfriend is as equally messed up.”
“No,” Derek said. “You don’t get it. There was a group of guys standing around her.”
Now it was starting to become interesting. So immediately I’m thinking gangbang or blowbang or something. “Really? Was she doing a whole bunch of guys?”
“Sort of. I couldn’t really see anything, until I pushed my way down the stairs Carl and 4 or 5 of his friends had their pants dropped to their ankles and they were jerking off watching her.”
“Watching her do what?” I asked. “C’mon. Tell me the fucking story.”
“That’s just the thing. She wasn’t doing anything. She was just sitting there naked and tied while these guys were jerking off looking at her.”
“Are you sure you didn’t get fucking drunk and make this shit up?” I asked, wondering how far he was going to take this joke.
“I’m serious, man. Carl was on the left and the others were circling around Billie. That’s why I couldn’t see too much. There were like 20 people watching them and a few minutes later, there was applause, boos, shouts and groans, mostly from the women. They were jerking off on her. Like all over her. They came on her face, her hair, her tits, it was fucking crazy. I’d never seen anything like it.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I said. “No fucking way.”
“I’m serious. Look, there’s gotta be some video and pics somewhere if you don’t believe me. It was pretty messed up.”
“I’ll call you back, Derek,” I said. “I have another call coming in.” I hung up, put on my t-shirt and a pair of jeans and was out of the house in under 10 minutes. Carl lived two streets over from me and I could get there faster walking, than driving.
I knocked on his door for over 10 minutes before he opened the door. So, he lets me in and he looks like shit. He was wearing a pair of boxers, and he looked extremely hungover.
“You have to tell me if the rumor is true,” I said. “About what happened last night. With Billie?”
“I don’t know why everyone is making a big deal out of that,” he said, cracking the faintest hint of a smile. “It wasn’t really a big deal. You know how people sneak away at parties all the time. Twosomes, threesomes. You’ve seen that shit.”
“Yeah,” I said, but that was different. “I’ve never heard of this in my life.”
“Go into the kitchen and make me a coffee and I’ll tell you the whole fucking thing. You should have been at the party.”
I wasn’t at the party because it was full of people who Carl and Billie knew I only knew a handful of people, so I ended up going out with some other friends.
Once Carl got a few sips of the shit coffee I just made. He told me the story.
“Before Billie and I were dating, we worked together for well over a year. One day at work, it was slow and we started talking about sex and some of the fucked up things we had done. That’s when she ever asked me if I had ever been to a Jizzboree. I’m like, What the fuck is that? According to Billie, it’s Japanese fetish called Bukkake. (I’m not going into the explanation, I’m sure you know what it is and if you don’t, this is a fucking porn site. Look it up.)
“Anyways,” he said. “She got into this practice with her last boyfriend and they used to do it al the time. They’d hold these Jizzborees at their house. Five, ten, sometimes more guys would be invited. It was set up like a party. Drinks, reefer, snacks, music, etc. At the end of the party, everyone would gather in a spare bedroom they had. There was a sheet of heavy plastic on the floor and a wooden chair in the middle of it. It was the only thing in the whole room. There were clamps on the arms and legs on the chair that her boyfriend added for her wrists and ankles. Everyone would come into the room and any guy who wanted to contribute, could do so. It was their thing.”
“Why?” I asked. “Did she tell you why she did it?”
“That’s the first fucking question I asked,” Carl answered. “She said her ex was into those kinds of movies and wanted her to try it. The first time she did it for him, she saw all this attention from guys that she never gotten, being overweight. Guys never asked her out, or anything. Now she had guys waiting in line to come on her. She loved it.”
“That’s fucked up,” I said.
“Yeah, but not anymore. With all this new found attention she was getting, it made her feel better about herself and she gained some self confidence. Anytime she did it after that, she did it because she was into it. It was a kink. Her fetish. It became something she needed to do, rather than something some guy wanted her to do. Look, don’t knock it until you try it. You’re more than welcome to come to our next Jizzboree.”
“Nah, not into it, thanks. Besides, I’m dating Lori now and we’re getting serious. Maybe I’ll come over and watch, though.”
“That’s cool, too,” Carl said. “Lots of people watch. Women, especially. Last time we had more women than men watching. I don’t know if it’s curiosity, or something they really want to try deep down, but they show up with their boyfriends, anyway.”
When I left Carl’s I never did call Derek back. I wasn’t grossed out, or anything. I was just surprised this type of thing would be happening in Jacksonville two streets over. I had seen shit like this on the internet, before but never in real life. I would definitely have to witness this shit myself. Later on in the day, I was telling my girlfriend, Lori about it. She didn’t know Carl or Billie. We’d only been dating a few months. That’s why I was surprised as shit that she asked to go with me. “Sounds like a freak show,” she said. “I’m there.”
I called Carl back and left a message for him to call me the next time they did a Jizzboree or a Spooge Shower, or whatever the fuck he called it.
I didn’t hear from him for two weeks. Then there was a text waiting for me when I got out of work one day.
Carl: “Dude, We’re having a party on Saturday night. It’s at 8:00 PM with the main event happening at 10 or 11. If you want to go, you’re allowed to bring one guest. Bring your girlfriend, or whoever. There will probably be 20 people total. It’s at my apartment. Bring beer and weed. LOL"
I laughed when I read the text. Ok, I was finally going to see this shit in person. I texted Lori and she was on board. I couldn't believe it, but she said she couldn't wait to see it."
When the weekend came along, Lori and I went out on Friday and all she could talk about was the Jizzboree the next night. “Maybe we can get you in the chair afterwards,” I said. She laughed and said, “Not, me, but it’s not too weird a fetish to have.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well,” she explained. “It’s not cheating because her boyfriend is there. And it’s not like anyone can accuse her of banging or blowing a bunch of guys. Her hands are tied, so there is no cock touching going on, either. It’s just a completely submissive thing she’s into. Sounds safer than regular sex, too.”
“Well, We’re going to see it tomorrow night,” I said. “I hope you can get through it without getting sick.”
Later that night, Lori and I were in bed at her house fucking and she asked me to pull out on her face. That wasn’t an out of the ordinary request for her. We did it every so often. So, that’s what I did. When I was done, she lay there with an ear to ear grin.”
“See?” she laughed. “We do it too, and you think Carl and his girl are fucked up.”
“This is not the same fucking thing,” I said, wiping the last couple of drops across her tits. There aren’t ten guys here waiting in line to cum on your face.”
She laughed. “I’m fucking with you, she said laughing. “I’m going to hold my judgement until I see this in person. I hate to judge what people do in the bedroom.”
When Saturday night arrived, I was running late from work and I brought my clothes with me and showered at Lori’s apartment. She had stopped for the beer and I had plenty of weed. I always had plenty of weed, and we were off to Carl’s for Spoogeapalooza-a name I liked much better.
The party was like any other we’d go to. Hot drunk girls and their drunk boyfriends, the occasional fight we had to break up and constantly keeping an eye out for the police. Carl’s neighbors loved to call the police when there was a party going on. In fact, one cop lived just 4 houses away from him. He liked it quiet, too.
Lori looked particularly sexy. Denim miniskirt, her standard Chuck Taylor sneakers and a whiter than white t-shirt which showed off her dark skin. I didn't really want to hang out. I wanted to go back to Lori’s and fuck her all night, but first I would have to endure the big performance.
Finally, at 11’o’clock on the dot, a girlfriend of Billie’s said everyone should get comfortable in the spare room. There were some seats s**ttered around and everyone else could sit on the floor.
There it stood. The big wooden chair. It looked like something your great grandparents would own. Heavy as fuck. Underneath was a huge, thick sheet of plastic. For a minute, it reminded me of an episode of Dexter and I started to laugh. I lit a joint and Lori and I passed it back and forth while we sat next to each other on the floor. I looked around and noticed a lot more than 20 people here. There was at least twice that. If you couldn’t make it in the room, you either had to watch from the door or watch it on the TV in the living room. Crazy Carl had set up a camera and connected the two.
The lights suddenly went off and everyone Ooooohed and Ahhhhhed. There was some track lighting in the room and Carl had converted it to a spotlight of sorts. It was brighter than bright. Suddenly, a very naked Billie, squeezed through the crowd at the front door. Her entrance brought thunderous applause from the other guests. When she got to the center of the room, she took a bow to more applause and good-natured laughter. Written on her chest, just below her tits, was the number “11”
I asked the woman next to me what the “11” was and the girl told me that was the number of guys who had done it to her last time. I was like, “This is completely fucked up.”
Billie sat down in her chair and Carl came over and pulled 4 zip ties out of his pocket, securely attaching her wrists and ankles to the heavy chair. Billie was smiling, but still appeared nervous. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready!”
Carl went around the room and selected every guy with a name tag. I didn’t notice them before. I counted 10, Lori said she counted 13. I also wondered why I had a hard on. I wasn’t usually attracted to fat girls, but for some reason, I was tonight. Billie looked pretty fucking sexy.
Carl announced the rules. Tonight was going to be one guy at a time, since we were low on space. When that guy would finish, he would leave and the next guy would do his thing. In the event any guy couldn’t unload in 5 minutes, he would have to leave and go back to the end of the line.
“#1?” Billie asked. “Are you ready?”
#1 walked over and stood on the left side of her where Carl had directed him. His dick was already out of his pants and it bounced up and down as he walked. Lori thought it was the funniest thing in the world.
The first guy’s name was Jack and I thought that was hilarious, since that's what he was about to do. His pants were around his knees and he started pulling his cock. What I didn’t know about this whole practice was, there was dirty talk involved. It was obviously done to keep the guy hard and make him cum faster. I had not been a fan of this Jizzboree thing,until the dirty talk started. That I was into.
As #1 pulled his cock, staring at Billie's folds and almost non-existent tits, she started the dirty talk.
“Cum on my face, please. I would love nothing more than taking your hot, creamy load all over my face. The canvas is yours, all you have to do is paint it. Drop that creamy load over my lips. Would that turn you on? Would it be hotter if you started at my forehead and let it drip down. Whatever you want baby. Pleeeease, let your load explode on my face.”
Everyone in the room was silent. I thought this would be more like a boxing match where everyone was screaming or cheering. One by one the guys went up and unloaded on BIllie’s face, which was now almost completely covered with 4 or 5 more to go. It dripped down her neck onto her tits, big belly and thighs. Her hair was covered, as well. She was a fucking mess, but I was still hard and Lori’s eyes never left the action. She was really enjoying this.
The only time I heard the crowd cheer was Eddie Brandt’s turn. He was something of a celebrity among the shooters. Why? Rumor said he could cum for hours. With the fat cock that was hanging off of him, I wasn’t surprised.
Billie continued with the dirty talk, personalizing it for Eddie.
“Bring your huge cock over here and jerk it for me, Eddie. You’re my favorite cummer. I love my boyfriend, but he gave me permission, I would suck and fuck you whenever you wanted. Right now? I need you to unload a steaming hot load of spunk across my face. I don’t usually do this, but if you give me a giant load, I’ll suck out the last part of it. Soak me. Cover me. I want to go home with you in my hair tonight. I know how fucked up that sounds, but that’s what I want. Cum in my fucking face for me, baby.”
And with those words, Eddie shot the biggest load I’ve ever seen. Seriously. Not even on the internet had I seen anything like this. Easily 7 or 8 large spurts of cum blasted all over her. She was completely unrecognizable now. I saw her hands make fists and then release as she screamed out her pleasure. “Cum on my fucking face!”
There were 14 guys in the lineup, including a 50 year old who lived in the neighborhood. Only one guy had to go back and wait his turn. The woman had successfully taken 14 huge loads of cum on her face. Fucking amazing. I had to give them credit. I wouldn’t let it happen with my girl, but I can see the turn on. It was a party worth going to.
Lori and I talked it over on the way home.
“That was the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she said. “And Billie is overweight, but she gives zero fucks about it and still had 14 guys dump their jizz on her. I was impressed.”
“I was too,” I answered. “I don’t know if I’d go to another one, or not. Just not really my thing.”
“I’d definitely go. I had fun. You should go again and be a shooter. I’d have no problem with that. Sounds exciting. I’d love to watch you dump your spunk on Billie’s face.”
“We’ll see,” I said, trying to end the conversation before she looked for me to commit to attending another jizz show. “Let’s go to my house so I can jizz on your face.”
“Yeah, baby,” she said laughing. “Would you tie me down on a chair?”
“If that’s what you wanted,” I answered, laughing.
“Would you call a couple of your friends to come over and add to your load?”
“I don’t see that happening,” I said. “I don’t think that’s something you’d get into?” That’s when she got a little pissy.
“How do you know what I’d get into? We’ve only been dating for a few months. You have no fucking idea who I am. And don’t judge me. If I like something sexually, that’s my personal business. I only do things in bed that I like. I did a girl several times last year. Why? Because I enjoyed it. It was fun. Who says I wouldn’t be getting into a cum explosion on my face?”
I didn’t know if she drank too much at the party or what, but I wanted to avoid an argument. When I pulled up in her driveway, she didn’t invite me in. She didn’t even say goodnight. She just got out, slammed the door and went inside her house.
We went to one more of Carl and Billie’s parties a month later and this time she asked me dead out if I would mind if she did it. To be perfectly honest? I liked this girl and wanted a future with her. I wasn’t into the idea of a million guys spunking on her face. We broke up a couple of days later. Something about my not understanding her needs, or some shit.
I don’t know if Lori ever got her own jizz show, or not. I had moved out of town for a job two months later and hadn't seen her since, but every time I cum on a girl's face, I think of Billie and regret not dropping my load on her. If I ever bump into her again, I'm definitely going to ask her.
I’ve known Carl since high school. He’s a great guy, (married now, in fact), but right after his 19th birthday, he began participating in a sexual act with his girlfriend, Billie, that I found rather strange. That being said, I know I’m writing this story for a porn site, but at the time, this practice was uncommon-at least if you lived in Florida.
Billie, who was 19 at the time, met Carl at the coffee shop where they worked together. It was an instant attraction. Billie was a little heavy set and Carl was a beanpole which surprised a lot of our friends, since he’d told us many times about his disinterest in chubby women. Don’t get me wrong, She wasn’t grossly overweight or obese, but she did have a few pounds on her. Love is blind and matches these two together, so why should anyone give a fuck, right? Exactly. T One day I got a call from one of our mutual friends, Derek. He told me something that shook me to the core.
“Dude,” You’re not going to believe this, but I was at a house party last night and saw the most fucked up thing. Carl was there with Billie and they had sneaked off to the basement to be alone for a little bit. Big deal, right? Everyone does it. But, when a few people began discussing what was going on in the basement, I had to see for myself.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense,” I said. “Fucking tell me. What was happening?”
I went down the stairs and they were crowded with everyone watching, but Billie was sitting in a chair, her hands and feet tied to the arms and she was naked.”
“Is that it?” I asked. “You know how fucked up Carl is. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that his girlfriend is as equally messed up.”
“No,” Derek said. “You don’t get it. There was a group of guys standing around her.”
Now it was starting to become interesting. So immediately I’m thinking gangbang or blowbang or something. “Really? Was she doing a whole bunch of guys?”
“Sort of. I couldn’t really see anything, until I pushed my way down the stairs Carl and 4 or 5 of his friends had their pants dropped to their ankles and they were jerking off watching her.”
“Watching her do what?” I asked. “C’mon. Tell me the fucking story.”
“That’s just the thing. She wasn’t doing anything. She was just sitting there naked and tied while these guys were jerking off looking at her.”
“Are you sure you didn’t get fucking drunk and make this shit up?” I asked, wondering how far he was going to take this joke.
“I’m serious, man. Carl was on the left and the others were circling around Billie. That’s why I couldn’t see too much. There were like 20 people watching them and a few minutes later, there was applause, boos, shouts and groans, mostly from the women. They were jerking off on her. Like all over her. They came on her face, her hair, her tits, it was fucking crazy. I’d never seen anything like it.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I said. “No fucking way.”
“I’m serious. Look, there’s gotta be some video and pics somewhere if you don’t believe me. It was pretty messed up.”
“I’ll call you back, Derek,” I said. “I have another call coming in.” I hung up, put on my t-shirt and a pair of jeans and was out of the house in under 10 minutes. Carl lived two streets over from me and I could get there faster walking, than driving.
I knocked on his door for over 10 minutes before he opened the door. So, he lets me in and he looks like shit. He was wearing a pair of boxers, and he looked extremely hungover.
“You have to tell me if the rumor is true,” I said. “About what happened last night. With Billie?”
“I don’t know why everyone is making a big deal out of that,” he said, cracking the faintest hint of a smile. “It wasn’t really a big deal. You know how people sneak away at parties all the time. Twosomes, threesomes. You’ve seen that shit.”
“Yeah,” I said, but that was different. “I’ve never heard of this in my life.”
“Go into the kitchen and make me a coffee and I’ll tell you the whole fucking thing. You should have been at the party.”
I wasn’t at the party because it was full of people who Carl and Billie knew I only knew a handful of people, so I ended up going out with some other friends.
Once Carl got a few sips of the shit coffee I just made. He told me the story.
“Before Billie and I were dating, we worked together for well over a year. One day at work, it was slow and we started talking about sex and some of the fucked up things we had done. That’s when she ever asked me if I had ever been to a Jizzboree. I’m like, What the fuck is that? According to Billie, it’s Japanese fetish called Bukkake. (I’m not going into the explanation, I’m sure you know what it is and if you don’t, this is a fucking porn site. Look it up.)
“Anyways,” he said. “She got into this practice with her last boyfriend and they used to do it al the time. They’d hold these Jizzborees at their house. Five, ten, sometimes more guys would be invited. It was set up like a party. Drinks, reefer, snacks, music, etc. At the end of the party, everyone would gather in a spare bedroom they had. There was a sheet of heavy plastic on the floor and a wooden chair in the middle of it. It was the only thing in the whole room. There were clamps on the arms and legs on the chair that her boyfriend added for her wrists and ankles. Everyone would come into the room and any guy who wanted to contribute, could do so. It was their thing.”
“Why?” I asked. “Did she tell you why she did it?”
“That’s the first fucking question I asked,” Carl answered. “She said her ex was into those kinds of movies and wanted her to try it. The first time she did it for him, she saw all this attention from guys that she never gotten, being overweight. Guys never asked her out, or anything. Now she had guys waiting in line to come on her. She loved it.”
“That’s fucked up,” I said.
“Yeah, but not anymore. With all this new found attention she was getting, it made her feel better about herself and she gained some self confidence. Anytime she did it after that, she did it because she was into it. It was a kink. Her fetish. It became something she needed to do, rather than something some guy wanted her to do. Look, don’t knock it until you try it. You’re more than welcome to come to our next Jizzboree.”
“Nah, not into it, thanks. Besides, I’m dating Lori now and we’re getting serious. Maybe I’ll come over and watch, though.”
“That’s cool, too,” Carl said. “Lots of people watch. Women, especially. Last time we had more women than men watching. I don’t know if it’s curiosity, or something they really want to try deep down, but they show up with their boyfriends, anyway.”
When I left Carl’s I never did call Derek back. I wasn’t grossed out, or anything. I was just surprised this type of thing would be happening in Jacksonville two streets over. I had seen shit like this on the internet, before but never in real life. I would definitely have to witness this shit myself. Later on in the day, I was telling my girlfriend, Lori about it. She didn’t know Carl or Billie. We’d only been dating a few months. That’s why I was surprised as shit that she asked to go with me. “Sounds like a freak show,” she said. “I’m there.”
I called Carl back and left a message for him to call me the next time they did a Jizzboree or a Spooge Shower, or whatever the fuck he called it.
I didn’t hear from him for two weeks. Then there was a text waiting for me when I got out of work one day.
Carl: “Dude, We’re having a party on Saturday night. It’s at 8:00 PM with the main event happening at 10 or 11. If you want to go, you’re allowed to bring one guest. Bring your girlfriend, or whoever. There will probably be 20 people total. It’s at my apartment. Bring beer and weed. LOL"
I laughed when I read the text. Ok, I was finally going to see this shit in person. I texted Lori and she was on board. I couldn't believe it, but she said she couldn't wait to see it."
When the weekend came along, Lori and I went out on Friday and all she could talk about was the Jizzboree the next night. “Maybe we can get you in the chair afterwards,” I said. She laughed and said, “Not, me, but it’s not too weird a fetish to have.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well,” she explained. “It’s not cheating because her boyfriend is there. And it’s not like anyone can accuse her of banging or blowing a bunch of guys. Her hands are tied, so there is no cock touching going on, either. It’s just a completely submissive thing she’s into. Sounds safer than regular sex, too.”
“Well, We’re going to see it tomorrow night,” I said. “I hope you can get through it without getting sick.”
Later that night, Lori and I were in bed at her house fucking and she asked me to pull out on her face. That wasn’t an out of the ordinary request for her. We did it every so often. So, that’s what I did. When I was done, she lay there with an ear to ear grin.”
“See?” she laughed. “We do it too, and you think Carl and his girl are fucked up.”
“This is not the same fucking thing,” I said, wiping the last couple of drops across her tits. There aren’t ten guys here waiting in line to cum on your face.”
She laughed. “I’m fucking with you, she said laughing. “I’m going to hold my judgement until I see this in person. I hate to judge what people do in the bedroom.”
When Saturday night arrived, I was running late from work and I brought my clothes with me and showered at Lori’s apartment. She had stopped for the beer and I had plenty of weed. I always had plenty of weed, and we were off to Carl’s for Spoogeapalooza-a name I liked much better.
The party was like any other we’d go to. Hot drunk girls and their drunk boyfriends, the occasional fight we had to break up and constantly keeping an eye out for the police. Carl’s neighbors loved to call the police when there was a party going on. In fact, one cop lived just 4 houses away from him. He liked it quiet, too.
Lori looked particularly sexy. Denim miniskirt, her standard Chuck Taylor sneakers and a whiter than white t-shirt which showed off her dark skin. I didn't really want to hang out. I wanted to go back to Lori’s and fuck her all night, but first I would have to endure the big performance.
Finally, at 11’o’clock on the dot, a girlfriend of Billie’s said everyone should get comfortable in the spare room. There were some seats s**ttered around and everyone else could sit on the floor.
There it stood. The big wooden chair. It looked like something your great grandparents would own. Heavy as fuck. Underneath was a huge, thick sheet of plastic. For a minute, it reminded me of an episode of Dexter and I started to laugh. I lit a joint and Lori and I passed it back and forth while we sat next to each other on the floor. I looked around and noticed a lot more than 20 people here. There was at least twice that. If you couldn’t make it in the room, you either had to watch from the door or watch it on the TV in the living room. Crazy Carl had set up a camera and connected the two.
The lights suddenly went off and everyone Ooooohed and Ahhhhhed. There was some track lighting in the room and Carl had converted it to a spotlight of sorts. It was brighter than bright. Suddenly, a very naked Billie, squeezed through the crowd at the front door. Her entrance brought thunderous applause from the other guests. When she got to the center of the room, she took a bow to more applause and good-natured laughter. Written on her chest, just below her tits, was the number “11”
I asked the woman next to me what the “11” was and the girl told me that was the number of guys who had done it to her last time. I was like, “This is completely fucked up.”
Billie sat down in her chair and Carl came over and pulled 4 zip ties out of his pocket, securely attaching her wrists and ankles to the heavy chair. Billie was smiling, but still appeared nervous. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready!”
Carl went around the room and selected every guy with a name tag. I didn’t notice them before. I counted 10, Lori said she counted 13. I also wondered why I had a hard on. I wasn’t usually attracted to fat girls, but for some reason, I was tonight. Billie looked pretty fucking sexy.
Carl announced the rules. Tonight was going to be one guy at a time, since we were low on space. When that guy would finish, he would leave and the next guy would do his thing. In the event any guy couldn’t unload in 5 minutes, he would have to leave and go back to the end of the line.
“#1?” Billie asked. “Are you ready?”
#1 walked over and stood on the left side of her where Carl had directed him. His dick was already out of his pants and it bounced up and down as he walked. Lori thought it was the funniest thing in the world.
The first guy’s name was Jack and I thought that was hilarious, since that's what he was about to do. His pants were around his knees and he started pulling his cock. What I didn’t know about this whole practice was, there was dirty talk involved. It was obviously done to keep the guy hard and make him cum faster. I had not been a fan of this Jizzboree thing,until the dirty talk started. That I was into.
As #1 pulled his cock, staring at Billie's folds and almost non-existent tits, she started the dirty talk.
“Cum on my face, please. I would love nothing more than taking your hot, creamy load all over my face. The canvas is yours, all you have to do is paint it. Drop that creamy load over my lips. Would that turn you on? Would it be hotter if you started at my forehead and let it drip down. Whatever you want baby. Pleeeease, let your load explode on my face.”
Everyone in the room was silent. I thought this would be more like a boxing match where everyone was screaming or cheering. One by one the guys went up and unloaded on BIllie’s face, which was now almost completely covered with 4 or 5 more to go. It dripped down her neck onto her tits, big belly and thighs. Her hair was covered, as well. She was a fucking mess, but I was still hard and Lori’s eyes never left the action. She was really enjoying this.
The only time I heard the crowd cheer was Eddie Brandt’s turn. He was something of a celebrity among the shooters. Why? Rumor said he could cum for hours. With the fat cock that was hanging off of him, I wasn’t surprised.
Billie continued with the dirty talk, personalizing it for Eddie.
“Bring your huge cock over here and jerk it for me, Eddie. You’re my favorite cummer. I love my boyfriend, but he gave me permission, I would suck and fuck you whenever you wanted. Right now? I need you to unload a steaming hot load of spunk across my face. I don’t usually do this, but if you give me a giant load, I’ll suck out the last part of it. Soak me. Cover me. I want to go home with you in my hair tonight. I know how fucked up that sounds, but that’s what I want. Cum in my fucking face for me, baby.”
And with those words, Eddie shot the biggest load I’ve ever seen. Seriously. Not even on the internet had I seen anything like this. Easily 7 or 8 large spurts of cum blasted all over her. She was completely unrecognizable now. I saw her hands make fists and then release as she screamed out her pleasure. “Cum on my fucking face!”
There were 14 guys in the lineup, including a 50 year old who lived in the neighborhood. Only one guy had to go back and wait his turn. The woman had successfully taken 14 huge loads of cum on her face. Fucking amazing. I had to give them credit. I wouldn’t let it happen with my girl, but I can see the turn on. It was a party worth going to.
Lori and I talked it over on the way home.
“That was the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she said. “And Billie is overweight, but she gives zero fucks about it and still had 14 guys dump their jizz on her. I was impressed.”
“I was too,” I answered. “I don’t know if I’d go to another one, or not. Just not really my thing.”
“I’d definitely go. I had fun. You should go again and be a shooter. I’d have no problem with that. Sounds exciting. I’d love to watch you dump your spunk on Billie’s face.”
“We’ll see,” I said, trying to end the conversation before she looked for me to commit to attending another jizz show. “Let’s go to my house so I can jizz on your face.”
“Yeah, baby,” she said laughing. “Would you tie me down on a chair?”
“If that’s what you wanted,” I answered, laughing.
“Would you call a couple of your friends to come over and add to your load?”
“I don’t see that happening,” I said. “I don’t think that’s something you’d get into?” That’s when she got a little pissy.
“How do you know what I’d get into? We’ve only been dating for a few months. You have no fucking idea who I am. And don’t judge me. If I like something sexually, that’s my personal business. I only do things in bed that I like. I did a girl several times last year. Why? Because I enjoyed it. It was fun. Who says I wouldn’t be getting into a cum explosion on my face?”
I didn’t know if she drank too much at the party or what, but I wanted to avoid an argument. When I pulled up in her driveway, she didn’t invite me in. She didn’t even say goodnight. She just got out, slammed the door and went inside her house.
We went to one more of Carl and Billie’s parties a month later and this time she asked me dead out if I would mind if she did it. To be perfectly honest? I liked this girl and wanted a future with her. I wasn’t into the idea of a million guys spunking on her face. We broke up a couple of days later. Something about my not understanding her needs, or some shit.
I don’t know if Lori ever got her own jizz show, or not. I had moved out of town for a job two months later and hadn't seen her since, but every time I cum on a girl's face, I think of Billie and regret not dropping my load on her. If I ever bump into her again, I'm definitely going to ask her.
Avriella
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