College Blowbang Competition

A short Little Emily Dreams story

College Blowbang Competition

by Emily Miller

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"Those aren't tits, they're zits!"

"Fuck you, Melanie Robinson! At least I'm not a fat cow like you!"

"Well, we'll see," replies Melanie, cupping her substantial breasts, jiggling them in a taunting manner. "My guys are gonna stay rock hard, while yours are gonna droop."

"Unless," she continues, struck by another thought, "they look at me while they fuck your mouth. That's what I'd do if I was a guy."

I begin to get up off my knees, the bitch is gonna get slapped for that. But I feel a hand on my naked shoulder. "She's not worth it, angel. She's just shit talking, she has no game."

Hazel is right, she's generally right. She'd begged me not to do this stupid competition, and she was probably right about that too. But here we are, me and Melanie in her dorm room, both nude, both kneelIng on pillows, with a queue of guys outside the door. One that Hazel said stretched down the stairs to the first floor.

Olivia, Melanie's roommate - maybe her second I reflect with some irony - asks, "You ready to start?"

I nod that I am, and the first two guys are shown in. As they drop their pants, I think, 'Fuck, this is actually happening!'

— — —

I guess in some ways it was inevitable that Melanie and I would eventually have a showdown. We were both popular with the guys, and had no compunction about playing with them, individually or in groups. Melanie was a year older than me, and known as the sex party queen. Of course she was going to see a freshman slut encroaching on her territory as a threat. I'd heard she'd even started doing anal in response, something I didn't need anyone else to make me do; I loved it.

You'd think that the supply of horny college guys was close to limitless, but Melanie had accused me of diverting people from her parties to mine. So she'd issued her childish challenge: whoever blew the most guys got to be queen bee. The loser would have to stop their slut-o-ramas for the rest of the year.

I didn't have to accept, of course, but the bitch had gotten under my skin, and I wanted to take her down. So we'd put the word out, a blowbang to the death, all cocks welcome, and the winner takes all. From what Hazel told me, the response had been pretty impressive.

— — —

I don't know either of the initial pair. Contrary to Melanie's taunts, neither has any discernible erectile challenges. Her first is at least an inch longer than mine. I suppress my initial jealousy, figuring this is a marathon, not a sprint.

Mine almost looks shy as he stands in front of me. Do I detect a virgin? I think I do. He seems to have no clue about what happens next. Looking sideways, Melanie's guy has rather less reticence. He's taking control and fucking her face. Again I suppress my jealousy.

Instead, I grab my guy, and pull him toward me. At this point, my own desire is taking over. I grip his root with one hand, steering his head to my waiting mouth. With the other, I massage my pussy; it's already throbbing and dripping.

All it takes is thirty seconds and he's groaning as he squirts an impressive amount of cum into my mouth. Melanie and I had agreed that swallowing was optional, and a bowl sits next to each of us. But I like semen in my tummy and so gave myself a treat.

Melanie's guy has more stamina, and I see an opportunity to take an early lead. "Next," I say brightly.

Hazel makes a mark with a Sharpie on a large piece of paper we'd stuck to the wall, and opens the door for my number two.

Not to be outdone, Melanie pulls her guy out of her throat and starts to jerk him. I think, cattily, that her oral technique can't be the best as he succumbs to the hand job much more quickly, spraying her face and hair. The white streaks stand out against her dark brown locks. We'd also agreed that facials counted, and Olivia marks Melanie's side of the chart.

One all.

But I can't worry about my opponent, my next guy is here. Another stranger, and he's a big boy. I look up at him, still rubbing my clit. "Don't just stand there, I'm feeling thirsty."

I open my eyes wide, my mouth wider, and he doesn't need a second invitation. I feel a familiar excitement as his head hits the back of my mouth, and - as I gulp to accommodate him - slips into my eager throat.

— — —

I maybe have an unfair advantage in this competition. Most girls need to train themselves to suppress their gag reflex. I never really had much of a problem taking objects into my throat. I actually love the sensation.

As number two roughly face fucks me, I enjoy how he feels deep inside, and bring myself to my first orgasm. He clearly notices, and my muffled moans send him over the edge. There is no choice for me this time, as he deposits his load directly into my esophagus. Hazel makes another check mark, and I say, "Next."

Looking sideways, Melanie has had to resort to jerking her guy again. There is semen all over her ample breasts, with a large glob dripping from one nipple.

Two all.

Number three is the first familiar face. We're not really friends, but he's in my calc class, and has come to two of my parties. I recall, with a shiver, just how hard he made me cum while ass-fucking me. "Hi, Tyrone," I say, smiling.

"Hi, Emily," he replies. "Hi, Hazel."

I know Hazel has a thing for him, I hope she's not too jealous. It also occurs to me that Tyrone and I are a walking, talking trope; The skinny little blonde white girl, and the big muscular black guy. Tyrone's cock certainly matches up to the stereotype, his nerdy love of coding rather less so.

But I can't worry about tropes now as I take his bulbous head between my lips. I smile up at Tyrone - as much as you can with a mouth full of cock that is. He seems to get the message as I'm rewarded with his brilliant grin. Then I side-eye Hazel, with a similarly limited 'what ya gonna do?' look. I get an eye roll from her in return. I guess we're cool.

Tyrone is happy to be passive, for me to do the work, and it does feel nice sucking on him. Hazel whispers in my ear that she's going to check on the line. I assume she's less than keen to see me fellating her crush.

I reply, "Nnn grr nnn."

Melanie seems to have a hair-trigger guy, and I hear her saying, "Next."

I look up at Tyrone and he understands my intent, pulling out and stroking himself furiously until ribbons of cum fly onto my face. Gathering a little on a finger-tip and then licking it clean, I mouth, "Thank you," then say, "Next," out loud. He's sweet and kisses my cheek, despite the cum dripping down it.

Olivia fetches my guy in Hazel's absence.

Three all.

— — —

Hazel is back, she came in with the two number fours. "There's a lot of guys out there," she whispers to me, "Are you sure?"

But I'm not really listening. I'm looking at the guy who is positioning himself in front of Melanie and studiously avoiding my gaze. 'Fuck you, James Young, you've sodomized me for the last time,' I think bitterly.

Still I have my own number four to focus on, and I know him too. By name, if nothing more. I'm pretty sure he's called Raj. I've seen him staring at me in class, only for him to turn away whenever I met his gaze. I get that a lot, it goes with my reputation I guess.

He hesitantly unzips. Average size, and uncut. I kinda like uncut. But he's looking like he expects his Mom to walk in at any moment.

"First time?" I ask, quietly enough that only he hears. I get a nod, and his skin tone can't mask his blushing.

"It's OK, sweetie, you'll love it." Conscious not to lose too much time, I reach up and unwrap his soft, pink tip from its pale brown prison. He's obviously cleaned himself recently, which I appreciate. But he's also moist and a little sticky with pre-cum. As I close my lips around his shaft, pulling his foreskin taut with one hand, I can feel his cock quivering. This is not gonna take long.

I know my men, and all it requires is a few sucks and a little tongue work before his eyes are screwed tight shut, and his hands are on the back of my head. I'm cool with his deep orgasmic thrust, but hope I'm not setting expectations that a future sexual partner might not be so comfortable to meet.

He yells, "Em-i-ly!" as he cums, and then looks around like a startled rabbit, shocked at his own vocalization.

"It's OK, Raj," I say after disengaging, hoping I have his name right. "Maybe come to one of my parties after I beat this bitch, OK?"

He nods, then leaves hurriedly.

I turn to look at Melanie, but she has her hands - and throat - full with James. I'd have made him cum by now, I tell myself. "Next!"

Four vs three, at least for now.

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Number five is unknown to me. He seems reluctant to drop his pants and shorts. I help him, and can understand the reason for his shyness. I smile encouragingly at him. To be honest, my jaw welcomes the respite afforded by first Raj and now his even smaller successor.

"It's not very big," he says in a rather mortified voice.

I decide actions are better than words, and take him all in one go, his tip barely brushing my uvula. Deciding to accentuate the positive, I pop off and say, "Your lucky day, you can fuck my face as hard as you like."

His eyes widen and he enthusiastically thrusts forward. I wasn't expecting him to be so decisive, and get a bruised lip. Then I'm a big girl and I have had worse. As I had assumed, he doesn't last very long, pulling back to add to Tyrone's spunk on my face and chest.

Turning to my left, I can see Melanie is still struggling with James. I'm guessing he was too excited before arriving, and had taken matters into his own hands. Now she is frantically sucking with very little effect beyond James's moans. Perhaps he did me a favor after all.

I take a few seconds to focus on rubbing myself. Fuck! That's good. Orgasm number two for me.

Feeling kinda fuzzy and rather pleased with myself, I say, "Next," and also ask Hazel to get me a washcloth and a bottle of water.

Five vs three.

— — —

While Hazel is getting what I requested, I assess number six, another stranger, and close to number five in length.

Melanie is still getting nowhere with James, and an idea crosses my mind. "Hey, Party Queen, wanna swap?"

She stares at me with what appears to be something close to hatred in her eyes, but then looks at the scoreboard and maybe decides that she's in no position to refuse.

"OK, let's see the BJ expert in action," she says sarcastically.

James shuffles over. He is still looking kinda hangdog, I tell him quietly, "We are gonna talk about this, OK?"

He nods sheepishly and, with the formalities out of the way, I devour him. I can tell from how his eyes almost stick out that this is a whole different sensation for him than with Melanie. 'Yeah, girl,' I think to myself, 'you're a great cock sucker.'

James isn't small, but I take all of him, then grab his ass and begin to use him to fuck my own throat. My oral assault is much too much for him. I crave his cum inside me, but can't resist being a show-woman and instead jerk him for a few seconds, enough to send streams of semen splashing onto my grinning face.

I look triumphantly at Melanie, her guy has just orgasmed and I can see the cum inside her as she regards me open-mouthed.

"Next!" I say imperiously.

Hazel hands me the washcloth, and her breath tickles my ear as she bends to whisper, "Don't get cocky, kid."

The reference and the double entendre combined have me giggling.

Six vs four.

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As I'm dabbing myself down, I suddenly freeze. I've just seen one of the two guys who have entered. It's my fucking ex. And... and he's not walking toward Melanie, he's walking toward me.

"Hey, Party Queen, I'm calling a time out, OK?"

Melanie replies, "OK."

"So both guys outside again, it's just us four."

My ex smiles in an not altogether pleasant manner, but leaves without a word.

"What's up ladyboy?" asks my fellow fellator.

I ignore the attempted insult and explain. "That dude, Michael Campbell, is my ex. No fucking way am I sucking off my ex. Not after what he did to me."

Melanie doesn't seem terribly interested in my rather checkered dating history. "OK, I'm happy to accept your concession then," she smiles.

The certainty that she's arranged for this to happen grips me. What a fucking bitch! She knows she can't win by fair means. I'm about to object when something inside me snaps. "OK, fuck it, I guess I'll show him what he's missing."

I think I detect a slight look of disappointment in Melanie's face, but then she is all smiles. "OK, let's get to it shall we?"

Hazel and Olivia bring the guys back. This time I at least get an acknowledgement. "Hi Em," he says, while getting his cock out.

"Hi," I reply flatly. For a second I'm captivated by the image of biting his dick in two. But it passes.

I get back on my knees, but refuse to raise my eyes, instead resolutely focussing on one part of his anatomy, trying to pretend it's not attached to the lying sleazebag.

'It's just a cock,' I try to tell myself. Opening my mouth, I bow my head and begin to suck. I'm not gonna masturbate while going down on him; this isn't pleasure, it's business. I try to make it quick, but his stamina seems to have improved from when we were an item. Eyes closed I hear Melanie saying, "Next," and note that the gap is now only one in my favor.

I decide to take a leaf out of Melanie's book and move to manual stimulation. Still, I'm getting nowhere fast. Was this her backup plan? Maybe Melanie sucked him dry before the competition started? Again I hear her voice, "Next," and the score is even. Fuck!

I have an idea. I quit sucking and instead lick my fingers, smothering them in saliva. I grip his root and pull him toward me. He takes an involuntary half step forward. Then, before he can move or object, I put my other hand between his legs and roughly push two fingers into his ass. He startles, his body shakes, and a look of both shock and intensity runs across his face. He gasps, and his cock throbs.

Waggling my fingers, I jerk him hard with the other hand, then take just his head in my mouth. He's whimpering now, and I can feel his cock twitching. I ram my fingers deeper into his rectum and he groans. His twitching becomes an uncontrolled spasming, and there is a flow of salty-sour semen into my mouth.

I pull back, spit into the bowl, and motion to Hazel to give me the water she had brought. I gargle and spit out again.

All this time, he's standing there, tremors running through his body, cum still dribbling from his slit, a man transfixed.

"You can fuck off now, Mikey," I growl, "before I crush your balls for you."

The spell is broken. Trying to pull his pants up, he stumbles toward the door and is gone.

Melanie, who has just made her number seven cum, is looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Is it respect?

"Wipes, I need anti-bacterial wipes," I plead to Hazel, holding up my two fingers.

As I thoroughly clean my digits, I say, "Next."

Seven all.

— — —

I reflect that the most guys I've previously entertained at the same time was six, and we got up to a lot of stuff beyond oral.

Number eight is now walking toward me. He's Asian, I'd guess maybe actually Chinese. We have a lot of foreign students at college. I've never seen him before, he's a little older, and I figure he's a senior or grad student.

Hazel's lips are close to my ear as she says, "That's fucking Professor Zhou."

We'd said that anyone was welcome, but faculty? He's certainly not shy and, as he gets ready for me, another stereotype bites the dust. The professor is hung. Like really hung. Like putting Tyrone to shame hung! Fuck!

He smiles at me. "Do we have a problem, Miss Miller? I heard that the session was open to all." His English is perfect, but with a strong flavor of Shanghai.

To be honest, the only thing I'm thinking about right now is whether I can manage to take even just part of him orally. Girth is an issue, let alone length. But the frequency with which I've started to rub my clit, and the needy heat which is spreading through my body, both tell me I desperately want to try.

I manage a strangled, "No problem, Professor. But... can we take it slow?"

He seems pleased by the implied compliment. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that Melanie has stopped sucking her guy and is giving me her full attention. What the fuck?

I peel back the Professor's foreskin. His aroma is strong, but not unpleasant. I look up with trepidation on my face, not something I'm accustomed to feeling, but this is getting into monster porn territory. I didn't know they made them this big. However, my apprehension is dwarfed by my desire. I just have to know what his cock feels like inside me.

I open wide and take the very tip of his domed head between my lips. I push forward, and I feel like I'm going to rupture a commissure before his glans is fully inside. But I keep easing forward and - with a sense of relief - his head is past my lips. My jaws are aching already and I know the hardest bit is yet to come.

I pause, breathing through my nose, centering myself. I know Melanie is still watching me, I guess it must be quite a show. I close my eyes and try to focus.

A thought crosses my mind: Has any woman managed to deep throat the Professor before? If so, that woman has my undying respect.

Ever so slowly, I move my face forward again, my heart thumping. A little more. A little more. I want to stop and draw breath, but the idea of getting him past my lips again is not so appealing. Let's keep going.

He's at least considerate, realizing the intensity of my experience, and lets me proceed at my own snail-like pace. I can feel him twitching in my mouth, and so assume this is pleasurable for him too.

A little further... fuck this is hard!... and his wide head is at my less than wide throat opening. Oh my fucking God, I can't! My normally vestigial gag reflex is in overdrive, I really can't.

And then feel a hand on my hand, the one I have between my legs. Gently it displaces my fingers and finds my most sensitive area. Christ, that feels good! I'm unable to open my eyes, but offer a silent thanks to Hazel, she's the best.

As my friend begins to rub me harder, I also feel soft kisses on my semen-soaked cheeks. And I think 'I can do this.' Her digital dance is exsquisite and I'm so close to... fuck that was powerful!

As my third orgasm subsides, I realize that I've done it. He's in my throat! I can feel the bulge as he moves deeper. And again I'm... shit! that orgasm was more powerful than the last.

I've done it, but no way can I have him face fuck me, or I'll end up in the ER. Time for my hand to take the burden.

Again, ever so slowly, I pull him out of me, a quarter of an inch at a time. Until, with an audible pop, I'm free. I gasp, greedy for oxygen. I open my eyes to thank Hazel when...

Melanie!!!

She's kneeling next to me, her hand still stroking my pussy. I'm disoriented and don't know what to say. But she kisses me. It's like I've slipped into some parallel dimension.

Then she pulls back, and says, "That was both the most impressive thing I've ever seen. And the hottest. If you want, I'll concede defeat, but..."

"But...?" I ask hoarsely.

"But maybe we should bury the hatchet. What do you think?"

"I think... I think..." and now I'm smiling, "I think Professor Zhou has been very patient with both of us."

His shaft is long enough that Melanie and I can each fit a hand on it, mine above hers. We put our heads close together, open our mouths, and stick out our expectant tongues.

It seems that being jerked off by two college girls simultaneously is much too much for the poor academic, and within two minutes his semen has been added to so many others. Though - slightly disappointingly - his volume is not proportionate to his size.

He bows in thanks and pulls his pants up.

As he leaves, I turn to Melanie and extend a hand. "Friends?"

Rather than answer verbally, she French kisses me, our faces both slimy with ejaculate. This was not how I saw the day going.

Hazel interrupts our embrace. "That's all very sweet and inspiring, but there are like thirty or more horny guys outside. Plus him..." she adds, looking at the guy Melanie had abandoned.

"I'm Liam," the object of her glance says, holding up a hand in greeting.

Hazel says, "Hi, Liam," before looking back to us. "I don't want to start a riot. What do we tell them?"

I glance at Melanie and she winks at me.

Turning back to Hazel, I say, "Let's keep going! But do you, and maybe Olivia, want to help?"

Olivia chimes in excitedly, "I do!"

Hazel rolls her eyes. "If you insist, Emily."

She grabs two more pillows, throws one to Olivia, and begins to undress.

— — —

Olivia leaps right in and is soon fellating a happy-looking Liam.

Hazel moves to the door, intent on bringing in the next three guys, but I ask her to stop.

Retrieving my phone, I find Tyrone's number - I had it from the parties - and call him.

"Hey, it was nice to see you again... Yeah me too... So, can you do me a favor?... I want someone to watch the door, and stop anyone else joining the line... You will...? Thanks so much! And, Tyrone, I know Hazel might find a special way to say thanks, assuming I didn't wear you out that is... Cool! See you later."

Hazel is looking at me, mouth open, full of indignation, which is a hard thing to pull off when you are totally nude.

"That's great, I'm sure Tyrone would love to see you just that way," I tease.

She's now arms akimbo and I'm getting the look.

"Oh please, Hazel! Everyone knows you need new panties every time he's in the room. From what he said, maybe the feeling is mutual... though not the panties so much."

"Argh! You are fucking imposible, Emily Miller, you know that?"

"Yeah," I grin, "I know. So you gonna get those boys now?"

Hazel is grinning too, and makes for the door.

— — —

It takes a while. Melanie and I do the heavy lifting, a further ten each. Hazel and Olivia manage four and five respectively, so maybe Hazel's earlier counting hadn't been quite so accurate. English majors, right?

When the last four satisfied guys leave, we kinda huddle in an exhausted, semen-covered group.

"Eighteen," I say, somewhat absent-mindedly, as if enumerating the days left to some event.

"A measly seventeen for me," sighs Melanie. "I guess that means you win."

I kiss her, not having the energy to reply.

"I don't know how you two do it," says Olivia. "Five and I'm half dead."

"Practice," Melanie and I say in weak unison. We are too tired to laugh at our synchronicity.

There is a knock, and Tyrone's face appears around the door. "Just checking... um... if you girls need anything."

Hazel - still naked - walks up to Tyrone, sticks her tongue deep into his mouth, then takes his hand, waving to us as she leads him out. Presumably they are heading for the room that Hazel and I share.

"Well," I say, "looks like I need somewhere to sleep. Can I...?"

"Of course," replies Melanie. "I'm dog tired, and as sticky as fuck all over, but I don't think I can make it to the showeroom."

We decide to crash. Melanie insists I share her bed, despite it being a twin, but I don't object. We agree that both we and the bedding will need to be washed thoroughly in the morning.

With the lights out, Olivia is asleep in seconds, and I can soon hear her measured breathing. Melanie and I talk quietly.

"I don't get it. I kinda thought you hated me! What happened?" I ask my ex-rival.

"I dunno, Em. Seeing you with Zhou, your single-mindedness, your determination, your fucking depravity. It... well it made me realize the truth."

"The truth?" I say, intrigued.

"Yeah," she replies. "That I always kinda liked you. More than liked actually."

"Miss Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?" I laugh.

"Yeah... kinda. That OK with you?" Melanie asks, a little uncertainly.

Incredulous, I say, "You, like, wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Maybe... in time. Perhaps we could get to know each other a little better first."

"Sure," I say, feeling that maybe I have some energy left. "How about we see if my tongue is compatible with your pussy?"

Melanie thinks this is a great idea, and I wriggle down under the covers.

I reflect that I've probably had more than enough of male secretions for one day, but that I can't see me ever having my fill of female ones.

In the warm dark of Melanie's bed, I find the warm dark of her already lubricated vagina, and begin to get to know her better.

THE END

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If you liked this story, you might like my erotic action / adventure novella, By The Horns, too. It's an homage to treasure hunting movies and video games, and features a female adventurer and a female archaeologist who very much enjoy each other's company, and the company of others, both human and mythical.

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Endnotes

This story is in my Little Emily Dreams section for a reason. I did a lot of sexual exploration at college, but never did I ever. With the exception of obvious authorial insertion, all of the characters are as fabricated as the events.

Thanks, as always, to my good friend, Djmac1031, for reading as I wrote and editing when I stopped.