The Friday Show – Propaganda [mc] [MMFF] [MF] [oral] [orgy]

Steph was frustrated. The boys were spent. It had been hours, now, since she had last managed to make either one of them hard.

She and Sarah had alternated sucking and licking and blowing Steve and Frank with bouts of frenzied masturbation watching the endless parade of men who went on stage and shot their loads in the red head’s mouth.

She must have blowed at least a dozen guys – each more than once – over the course of the last few hours. And Steph was at the same time disgusted by the pornographic display on TV and envious of the young girl who could drink as much cum as she wanted to.

Initially, everything went fine. Even though both Frank and Steve must have come at least a couple of times each in Sarah’s mouth and all over her tits, Steph’s arrival had been like gasoline on a fire. Soon both men – the younger Frank with his eager, smaller cock and the more mature Steve with his thick, persistent hard on – were cumming all over the girls again.

Steph particularly enjoyed deepthroating Frank as she had never been able to get Steve’s large cock so deep inside her. She loved to feel the hot jets of cum directly in her throat and gulp down as much of it before she was forced to gasp for air. Also, Frank’s entire body quaked as he shot his load and he made what Steph believed were the cutest moans she had ever heard, quite different from his husband’s grunts.

Sarah seemed content to lick and nudge and tease Steve or Frank’s cocks with no particular preference, and smiled contently as the cocks throbbed and pulsed around her gentle fingers and on her lips, leaking precum and shooting cum on her lovely face and perky tits.

When both men had cum, Steph and her younger neighbor took some time for themselves, and turned to watch Channel Four while picking up anything in the house that could fit their now always wet holes: a small glass sculpture of a swan, whose delicate neck slid easily in Sarah’s slit, an unpeeled banana, several pencils, a blue candle that made Steph’s juices drip blue stains on the couch…

Then, after half an hour or so, and at least half a dozen orgasms each, Steph and Sarah gradually reverted their attentions to their husbands. Steph would begin by stroking her husband’s cock, then taking it (still half-soft) in her mouth, before catching a glimpse of Sarah doing the same with Frank’s.

The men let them do what they wanted, not really caring, as they were both absorbed by Channel Four’s ongoing porn broadcast, discussing between them the political implications of the scandal, the morality of it, the incomprehensible reasons and processes behind it.

After just a couple more orgasms, Steve was already less sensitive to the oral attentions he would receive. Sarah managed to swallow two more loads by Frank before tagging with an increasingly frustrate Steph to elicit a reaction from Steve.

Steph and Sarah joined forces – and tongues – to arouse Steve. First licking together the tip and the shaft of his cock, their tongues sometimes finding each other, then alternating at sucking the thick cock. Steve finally came (slow, large globs of cum spurting with low pressure) while Steph was deepthroating his cock and Sarah was busy licking his balls.

Sarah moaned in frustration – after all her efforts, she wasn’t even getting a shot of cum – so Steph reluctantly detached herself from the cock, only after milking it in her mouth for every last drop of semen, and let a glob of white cum drop from her mouth to Sarah’s.

The younger girl eagerly accepted the gift, then, instead of swallowing, she put two fingers in her mouth and rubbed the cum all over her face and tits.

After that, the two men were spent. At best, Steph and Sarah managed to get their cocks half hard.

Sarah didn’t seem to mind too much. She simply reverted back to fucking her own pussy with whatever object she may find, her orgasms only increasing in intensity, all screams and moans and shivers. Even after Steph finished herself off for the fourth time, Sarah was still going louder and louder. Now she had collapsed on the floor in a pool of cum and her own juices, legs spread in front of the TV, pushing the sixth marker pen inside her pussy, knuckles white for the tension and strength of her grip, eyes rolled back, drooling and whimpering incoherently.

Steph, however, was not satisfied. She needed to feel a cock in her mouth, like the redhead on TV. The redhead. She looked happy. Of course. Why wouldn’t she? She had an endless line of cocks ready for her. As soon as one man was done, she would just summon a new one.

Steph smiled. All this time, she had the solution in front of her eyes. All she needed were more cocks.

Steph knelt and kissed the spasming girl on the forehead, tasting the salty cum that covered her face. “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to seek help”, she explained, softly. Sarah was past understanding her words. Not that Steph really cared.

Half naked, skirt and panties abandoned on the floor and shirt open to reveal her chest, cum glistening on her face and staining her clothes, Steph walked out of the flat and went looking for reinforcements.

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“We are the resistance”, Ron announced. *God, was the man pompous*, Laura thought, cleaning her lips from some drops of cum with her fingers, then sucking them.

Six men and three women were in the room, the latter engaging in either acts of masturbation or blowjobs. The men were mostly naked, standing in the room, half watching Channel Four and half listening to Ron’s speech. Ron himself was wearing no trousers, his now soft cock dripping a mix of cum and spit on the floor.

Laura couldn’t remember all the names. Jayne was young black woman with a round ass and a huge pair of tits. She wore glasses before she took a load right on them and was forced to take them off.

Mia was a lady in her forties. She was not a beauty, but her elegant looks and slim body made up for it. Too bad that the dress she was wearing was now all stained in white on the front.

And then the plain looking Beatrix, whose only notable feature were the raven black hair, the young and brainy Thomas, the overweight and friendly Claus, and other friends and colleagues of Ron.

They were the only people who were not in the thrall of Channel Four’s diabolical broadcast. The few that, for some reasons, were not watching it when the journalist reached out to them, or had enough willpower to detach themselves from the screen and drive or walk through the haunted streets to Ron’s safe house meeting.

That is, those who were free from Channel Four’s influence *until* they arrived at Ron’s.

Laura had made sure not to raise any suspect in the newjoiners, muting the TV until each one of them, individually, entered the room. At that point, Laura would greet them by turning on the volume again and giving the men a welcome blowjob, or helping the women down on their knees to taste their new life.

Ron continued talking and ranting about conspiracies even as Laura helped Jayne first and Mia later give him a blowjob. He urged them all to join the cause against Channel Four’s brainwashing program while, in front of him, Laura dialed the volume all the way up and held Beatrix’s head fixated on the screen; and then he welcomed the late comer Tom by explaining the dangers of being entranced by the TV while Laura herself buried her head in the young man’s lap and brought him to an orgasm in a mere thirty seconds.

“We need to be vigilant and monitor the situation constantly”, said Ron as Beatrix orgasmed at his feet, trying to fit a baseball bat in her cunt. “We need to keep our eyes open and spot all signs of unusual behavior, any weird occurrences. We know something wrong is going on, we just need to understand what it is. Then we will be able to fight it”.

Laura whispered in his ear, licking his lobe. “We can do so only by watching the program. We cannot fight what we don’t understand”, she said.

Ron repeated her wise words to the small crowd assembled, talking loud to make himself heard over Jane’s wild screams of pleasure.

The assembled men nodded. At that moment, the scene in the studio changed. The redhead went off stage and so did the last man she had serviced, only to be replaced by a tall brunette, naked except for her stiletto heels and black collar, and another muscular stud with a hard cock, indistinguishable from the ones that came before.

Laura felt a pang of excitement. Still standing behind Ron, she brought her hand to his cock. Then whispered softly in his ear. “To fight the program, we need more men and women to join us. To join the Resistance.”

Ron hesitated. His cock was slowly getting hard as Laura stroked it slowly, methodically. “We… We need to recruit more people. People like us. Strong willed. Who did… Who do not give in to the program. Who were not watching”.

The brunette bent over the desk in the TV studio, so close to the anchorman who was still reciting the litany. The man stepped behind her and aligned his cock to her pussy.

Laura felt a wave of lust wash over her. *Oh God yes*. She realized this was what she had been waiting for, hoping for, since she had started watching the show.

Where and how could they find someone who was not watching the show? Laura realized she already knew someone. Her pussy gushed as if someone had turned open a faucet. A sudden moan escaped her lips.

She stroked Ron’s cock faster. She leaned in and added in a sultry whisper. “Your family. They must watch the Show”.

Ron’s cock suddenly jerked alive in Laura’s hands, harder than ever. “No. No. My family is safe. At the cabin”.

Laura walked round to be in front of Ron. She gently pushed him back on the sofa. He let himself fall on his ass on the soft cushions, his cock standing obscenely engorged. All around them, the men who could still sport an erection were pairing with more than willing partners.

“You can’t protect them, they can’t fight the show, if they don’t even know what they are facing. If they have never watched it”.

“No… This doesn’t sound right… ”

Laura straddled his cock, the tip resting just against the warm, wet labia of her aching pussy.

“They need to watch it. To fight it. Call them. Tell them to join the Resistance.”

“The Resistance… Yes… To save them… To fight… I need to call them. They need to watch it”.

“Good Ron”, whispered Laura, as she finally allowed his hard thick cock to impale her.

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