The Pink Circle Ch. 03

"But I mean, hey," Klein continued, "It's not like we ever did anything wrong. It's only the ones who spread their legs at the drop of a hat getting their wombs painted. That's exactly what those snot-nosed dykes over at the Pink Circle ain't getting: it's not like we'd ever need to force some gal to chug a litre of jizz, not when there's so many horny, busty chimpanzees lining up for the privilege. You dig?"

The casual talk about a subject Gilda was particularly distasteful of was hard to respond to. On the one hand, seeing them talk so flippantly about it somehow put her at ease. They weren't putting up false appearances, they were comfortable with her. It all seemed to indicate she was one of them now. She found that particularly encouraging. Gilda laughed nervously, doing her best to shrug it off.

On the other hand, it certainly ruffled her feathers to hear about the juicy details, as it were. Naked chicks were great, but she could leave the jizz discussion. She shivered a little, shrinking in her seat. She bit her lip as she laughed with them.

Though the busty babe kept up a tough appearance, Klein spotted her discomfort.

"You guys are fucking gross," Gilda scoffed in that old teasing tone, rubbing her arm unconsciously. "Someone pass me a beer. I knew something in this place fucking reeked."

Klein laughed as he opened up a beer, passing it to the dykey gal. Inwardly, he was pleased with how well she was taking it. Things were way past the point where a sensible girl would've made her excuses and left, but Gilda seemed determined to fit in. "Tell you what, Gilda... Since you're being such a good sport about it, I've saved the best for last," said Klein, smiling ear to ear.

He reached into his pocket and held a little photograph up for her inspection, and it was a girl she recognized immediately. A girl who was the stuff of dreams.

Fluttershy.

Every boy wanted to pound her senseless, every dyke wanted to bully her and touch her pussy and those whoppers hanging off her chest. She'd always been thought of by Gilda as strictly off-limits ever since she'd not only gotten a partner, but a boy and yet... Their college's resident sex goddess was here in a photo, stark naked. Of course, the photo was coy about it: it was a headshot, the pinkette blushing bright-red with her head slightly downcast and her soft lips apart just a scootch. Her shoulders were bare, and the tops of those immense heaving melons were just barely visible. The photo showed everything from the spot on her chest where they began to thrust outwards from her body with all the weight her fragile teenage body could support, right up to a few inches above where her nipples would logically be seated on those lewd watermelon tits. The deep "V" of cleavage formed even when she was topless and braless was a testament to just how incredibly, cartoonishly heavy-chested the girl was. You could ogle a million girls and not find another this stacked.

Klein let Gilda stare at the photo for a few seconds, then tucked it back in his pocket. Next, he raised a portable hard drive. "We have a sex tape."

He didn't say who was in the sex tape, but it should be obvious by now. "You can act like you're grossed out, but I bet you'd like to see the face she makes when she cums, right? She was so obviously the kind of girl who prefers it unprotected, too, she was squeezing it so much after the rubber came off."

He tossed the hard-drive from one hand to the other, grinning at Gilda as his perverse words rolled over her. "I don't think she even cared if she got pregnant at the end or not. What a cow."

"But, well, if we're gross, I can just put it away and we can go back to playing Poker..."

At first, Gilda uneasily ran a hand through her spiky purple-highlighted white hair, trying not to look too worried. Keeping up appearances was a big concern for the dykey co-ed. She bit her lip, staring at the drive. The temptation was amazing. She had spoken with Fluttershy a few times, but they were immensely disagreeable and Gilda had eventually snapped at the ditzy, pink-haired, walking pair of tits.

So to see her not just naked, but getting worked over, it would be pretty nice. But it was going to be worked over by a guy, and one she knew, no less. It could be uncomfortable. And if there was really a creampie, she'd have to look away. Still, to see those tits bouncing before her...

"Fuck it," Gilda finally responded, sighing and shrugging heavily, unconsciously fixing the loose strap of her bra and looping it back over her shoulder. "Let's watch. I'll still respect you in the morning," she taunted, doing her best to cover up her discomfort.

Gilda bit her lip in nervous anticipation as the reel began to play. The film certainly started promising: Fluttershy holding her tits with both hands, almost struggling just to hold them up, then bouncing them suggestively for the camera. "Oh, fuck," Gilda exhaled hotly, watching. She wondered idly what would happen if the guys in the room knew how close she was in cup size to the top-heavy tits jiggling before them now.

And it only got better. The camera panned down to her bare little snatch and lit it up in loving detail. "She looks kind of uncomfortable," Gilda mused quietly. "You sure this is all above bar?" Gilda may not care if Fluttershy had a boyfriend, but somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered just how much consent had been involved.

Unfortunately for her, the really pleasing and unspoiled bits don't last long. The camera dropped, and it appeared Klein set it on a nearby shelf to film hands-free while he unzipped. To Gilda's absolute dismay, the camera's framed really well on the young man's crotch. She winced internally, shrinking back as he took his zipper down slowly on the screen. She awkwardly, uncomfortably glanced between the monitor and Klein himself.

Things only get worse as that cock slowly, finally came into frame, standing huge and imposing, so veiny and hairy as to be almost scary. She tried to look away as casually as possible, even bringing her beer up to "incidentally" cover her eyes, but there was no escaping the drippy one-eyed monster on the screen. Soon, her discomfort was palpable. When it finally moved towards Fluttershy, she found herself not anticipating the penetration, even though it would get that slut moaning and jiggling.

Gilda scoffed aloud, trying to break the tension, but knowing it was Klein's as he sat in the same room as her made her feel even more awkward.

Fluttershy slipped down obediently onto her knees on the floor, her little pink tongue lashing across her lips as she came eye to eye with that fat cock. "H-Hello, Mister Penis," she said, giving a surprisingly sly wink to the camera. She tucked her hair behind her ear, keeping one hand holding it there, then leaned in and took him in her mouth.

So far there was a lot less fucking than Gilda had been promised. If anything, this was glorifying the penis and the heavy nutsack hanging under it and including Fluttershy as a secondary feature!

Gilda's growing discomfort was visible to Klein. At this point, even the other two would probably be picking up on it. She fidgeted and squirmed uncomfortably as Klein's massive cock hogged the spotlight, outright getting in the way of what she wanted to see. That long, protracted blowjob got messier and messier, and had her clawing her seat. She bit her lip, trying to suffer through it, as it were, but she felt pretty damn disappointed there was so much hot, heady cock-licking and so little tit jiggling and pussy fingering. She toughed it out like a real trooper though, sticking through the whole video, like she's expecting something better to come from it all.

At least something came. It only took a few minutes of head-bobbing from the beauty, her huge tits swaying with her motions, before Klein suddenly groaned and tangled his hands in her hair. "Klein! Wait!" she squealed as her phone began to ring, but she was totally disregarded. Those strong hips thudded against her face again and again, until she gurgled and he groaned.

When the Klein onscreen seized Fluttershy's hair and started to climax, Gilda sat up angrily in her seat. She was about to begin chewing these disgusting males out, but caught herself at the last moment. In the end, she just grumbled another "joking" insult, briskly rubbing her shoulders despite the warmth in the room.

"Don't swallow..." he huffed. Klein's voice already sounded distorted from the video feed, but now it had a ragged and primal undertone to it that set the big-tit butch on edge. He picked up the camera and her phone, one in either hand. As it started ringing for the second time, he held it in the frame beside Fluttershy's face. There she was on the right, her eyes meeting his with a submissive, well-trained gaze. She'd become a little bird bath for him, her mouth and throat stuffed with thick, bubbly male ejaculate! Fluttershy continued to hold it in her mouth, staying still for the shot, even though the taste and smell must be absolutely overpowering!

Gilda reflexively gagged, making a quiet dry-heaving noise. She quickly covered her mouth, then blushed and tried to play it off. "Blegh." she groaned in hammy exaggeration, gesturing with a finger at her throat as if gagging herself, not for a second considering the other things that motion might signify to three horny boys.

On the left side of the shot, the phone was trying to receive a call from an entry that had previously been called "Darling~" but now just read "Cuckold~" Looks like Klein hadn't even let her dump the poor boy, she was stringing him along!

He finally answered the phone. The loud "Gulp!" of Fluttershy downing what felt like a whole quart of semen was picked up by the speakers. She rested on her haunches, tongue flopping and dizzy. Flootsy took the phone with a stupid, dull-eyed expression on her face. "Whuzz... Mmmgh...? Hauuugh..." Her tongue rolled out and Gilda could practically smell the squid emerging from the busty bimbo's poor, abused mouth.

"O-Oh hi, honey," she finally managed. Lupe and Bucky both high-fived Klein right then and there.

"Amazing..." gasped Gilda.

"Just keep watching," the big-dick bully responded.

In the next shot, the camera's clock had moved ahead about 30 minutes in time. Klein was nowhere to be seen, but Fluttershy and her boyfriend were sitting on the bed talking. The top half of the camera was obscured by a sheet, as if it had been tucked away under a blanket.

Fluttershy slowly leaned in to kiss the boy. But something wasn't right. Her partner couldn't see it; he was so excited for the kiss he'd closed his eyes and puckered up adoringly, but Gilda watched it all in staggering clarity. As the pinkette extended her tongue to kiss her admittedly adorable boyfriend, Gilda was able to register the slimy gunk coating her tongue in horrifying detail. Fluttershy's tongue was dripping cum!

When they kissed, Fluttershy began using her tongue much more than normal, pushing all that gluggy sperm directly into her honey's mouth. She fed him Klein's aroma and taste like he was a baby bird.

She was just about tongue-fucking her boyfriend with her lover's sperm. And it was all on tape!

"You... Taste kinda funny, Fluttershy," he said, and the pinkette let out a little squeak. She coiled a finger in her hair and glanced towards the running camera. "Umm. I must've had something weird for lunch, that's all... Don't you like kissing me?"

"No, of course I do!" he said in response. Fluttershy smiled, pushing him onto his back on the bed and climbing on top of him. "Good..." she said, as her sperm-soaked lips brushed against his once more.

Gilda squirmed through the display of cum, looking almost sickened with the spectacle and the behaviour alike. Though she looked discomforted at the final scene as well, the bully in her still couldn't help but snicker at the dramatic ignorance of her boyfriend. "What a fucking dipshit. He doesn't even realize his bouncy little girlfriend is such a bimbo bitch," she laughed, trying subconsciously to change the subject.

Klein tapped the little red X in the top right of the window and Fluttershy's perversion and debauchery was snapped shut before Gilda's wide eyes. Over the last hour, she'd seen the girls of her school transformed from the cute, innocent little sweethearts she knew them as into strippers, sperm drinking floozies and, ultimately, cock-worshipping cheaters. She'd seen Fluttershy so controlled by her own body that she'd even stoop so low as to cuckold and humiliate her boyfriend for the pleasure of an alpha male's sticky, hot cock. What an eye-opener!

Klein turned his seat to face her. Gilda suddenly realized all three boys were looking in her direction, making the rough-edged girl feel suddenly uncomfortable.

Gilda shifted in her seat, glancing from the screen to Klein and the other eager boys gathered in the room around her. She might have been a little ruffled by the rather graphic and male-heavy images on screen, but she was no wilting flower. With a conscious effort, she shook her head dismissively, waving one hand at the monitor as Klein wraps up his show. "I gotta say, for a bunch of guys who claim to like women so much that sure seemed to be more about your dicks than tits and pussy," she ribbed. "If I didn't know better I'd say you guys were a bunch'a f- ... uh."

"Oh, hey, come on! We like girls!" laughed Klein. "Anyway, there you have it... Hope you enjoyed our end of things, Gilda. Now why don't we talk about your contribution."

Gilda's eyebrows shot up. That didn't sound promising.