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I took my Road Runner, the Ferrari was no good for that neighborhood. I stopped at a liquor store in Little Mexico. I bought a bottle of Jack.



I put the whiskey in my car and walked into an alley between the liquor store and a Catholic church. About half way down the alley, a Hispanic hooker was leaning against the church. She had one leg up on a box, which gave an unhindered view of her panty-less crotch. She was lightly rubbing her clit and smoking a joint.



As I approached her, she spread her pussy lips wide and asked if I was interested. I pulled out the marked bill Deep had given me at the strip club and gave it to the whore. She looked at it, gave it back, and nodded. I started to knock on the door beside her, but she stopped me.



“How ’bout a quick bite first, gringo?” she asked motioning at her cunt.



I dropped to my knees in front of her and sucked her clit into my mouth. She tasted of piss and the cum of her last John. She had fluffed herself enough already that I could go straight into the rough stuff. I shoved two fingers up her hole and started tonguing her clit. She grabbed a handful of my hair and started moving her hip.



It didn’t take her long to orgasm. When I pulled my fingers out of her there was cum on them. I shoved them in her mouth and she cleaned them off vigorously for me.



“Gracious, Gringo,” she said as her finger refound her clit.



I knocked on the door. A Mexican priest opened the door. I gave him the fifty and he gave me a small brown paper bag. I turned and walked back to my car.



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I pulled up to the motel at 3:30, went straight to no. 13, and knocked. Deep opened the door and I stepped inside.



She was skimpier dressed than she had been at the club, wearing only a one-piece black leather outfit. It consisted of a small thong bottom, with two straps coming up and barely covering her tits before disappearing around her neck.



She took the bottle of Jack, opened it, took a swig and looking at me, and asked for the pot. I handed her the little brown bag. She opened it, took a whiff, and smiled. “Now that’s the shit. Beats the Christ out of the crap Fagboy gives us.”



She put the bag down, looked at me and said, “Fuck me already.”



I pushed her onto the bed. She wiggled her tits out of the leather strips that covered them. She had itty bitty bite sized tits. But she knew how to use them and she had very puffy nipples.



I took a turn sucking each of them, rubbing the other between my fingers. “Stop teasing me, God Dammit,” she moaned, “I need that tiny white cock of yours inside me.”



I pulled off her panties and slid into her already dripping cunt. I started fucking her, slow and steady. She was grinding her hips into me.



She reached for the bottle of Jack but I grabbed it and held it out of reach. I smiled, pulled her body up so she was able to lick my pierced nipple and poured Jack onto it slowly, so she could lap it up.



Pushing her back down, I started fucking her faster. Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts.



I pulled out of her. She moaned and said, “No, fuck me more.”



“Roll over,” I said.



She did as I told her. She had a nice plump ass for a skimpy crack whore. I buried my face in it: biting, licking, and kissing the cheeks before working my way into the crack. I licked the length of her crack, swirling my tongue around her anus on my way by.



Pulling my face away from her, I spread her cheeks and spit on her asshole, then lined my cock up and pushed just the tip barely into the whole, prodding but not penetrating her.



She looked over her shoulder at me, “You limp dick Honky! Stop fucking teasing me and fuck my fat ass.”



I shoved in hard and fast. Deep moaned and encouraged me to fuck her harder and deeper.



Anal had always been Deep’s weakness, it made her incredibly hot, but never got her off. The longer I fucked her ass the hotter and wilder and hornier she would get, but she would never get release. By the time I pulled out of her ass and shoved into her cunt, doggie-style, she was a wild animal, fuelled by lust.



I reached around her body and began roughly rubbing her clit. She moaned out a beastial sound and almost immediately began cumming.



I was still resilient from my double header at the club earlier in the night and managed to keep from draining my balls into her. I pulled out as soon as she was finished cumming.



She rolled over and hung her head off the side of the bed. I walked around the bed and put my cock in her face. She opened wide and I slid straight down her throat. I fucked her mouth like it was a cunt, hard and fast. When I felt myself getting close, I pulled out and shot my load on her tiny black titties. She scooped some up with a finger and licked it. She smiled.



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Ten minutes later, we were lying in the bed talking. She was smoking a joint, my cum still drying on her tits.



“You didn’t tell anyone I’m a cop did you?”



I looked at her. “No.”



She smiled. “Good.” She took a drag, held it in, let it out, coughed once, and said, “What you doing with Juggs?”



“That’s confidential.”



“She’s a client then?”



“That’s confidential, too. But unofficially, why else would it be confidential.” She took a hit and offered it to me. I shook my head. “Why you care?”



“I can’t comment on ongoing investigations.”



“So you’re investigating her. Or at least the department is?”



“I can’t comment on that either. But unofficially, why else couldn’t I comment.”



“Right.” I looked at the clock. It was nearly five AM. “I need to leave,” I said. “Anything else I should know? Or shouldn’t know?”



“Just that you should go see Lardausse.”



I got up and got dressed. I started to leave. She stopped me.



“Hey, Dickhead.”



“Yeah?”



“Toss me the Hustler, would ya?”



I grabbed it, tossed it to her, and walked out the door.

Trevor reached his front door with little recognition of how he had gotten there. His thoughts lingered on the events of the evening. One moment he was elated the next deeply guilty he had become so pre occupied that his feet had switched to auto pilot and had guided him safely back home. He slipped his house keys from his pocket and with a shaky hand fumbled for the right one as he slipped the key into the lock Trevor sighed with relief that his wife was not home.



Once inside the safety and familiarity of his marital home the full brunt of the evening’s proceedings hit him hard. He moved on unsteady legs to the settee and dropped onto it, the frame work creaking and the settee moving an inch back. What had started out as a crusade had led to curiosity and from there quickly into participation, had his wife been home Trevor was certain he would not have gone out, she would fanned the flames of his righteousness, made him see sense. But Karen had gone out for the evening leaving Trevor to mull over his idea, which after two scotches had fortified him, sent out him out the front door to help put an end to the terrible things that were apparently happening in the neighbourhood woodlands.



It had all started innocently enough a few days earlier while Trevor and Karen were visiting her parents’ home. They had stopped for dinner and while there the local vicar had come to the door with some rather vivid leaflets he was posting through as many doors as possible. Peter, who was Karen’s father, invited him in. The vicar was nearing his seventies, his face contained more wrinkles and liver spots than Trevor thought possible or even healthy. Peter held a small leaflet that the Vicar had handed to him at the door which he passed over to Trevor while he called for his wife.



Jane came out of the kitchen and Trevor caught himself staring again, forcing his eyes down to the red paper of the leaflet, though within a couple of seconds his eyes had strayed up again focusing on the ample rear of his mother in law. “What is it?” Karen asked walking over to Trevor from the kitchen a blue and white checked towel in her hands drying them absently.



“Filth!” The vicar replied and Trevor was unsure for a moment if he was referring to the leaflet or to the unsolicited look Trevor had given Jane as she bent forward giving the Vicar a cup of tea. “In our woodlands to boot,” Trevor’s brow furrowed and he looked down at the leaflet this time paying closer attention. The bulk of it was made up of lines from the bible followed by what started off as a neatly written opening statement which by the end had become almost a scrawl filled with anger.



“Apparently there has been some incidents in the woods during the night,” Peter continued while the Vicar sipped his tea, at sixty his was not only younger than the priest but physically and mentally younger to boot, his skin showed age for certain but far fewer wrinkles and no liver spots. “Visitors of an unsavoury nature.” Peter looked over at Jane who’s smile seemed forced, trying to hide her embarrassment by what they were discussing Trevor thought.



“Dogging they call it,” the vicar blurted out and Karen sniggered uncontrollably only catching herself a second later, when she realised no one else was laughing. Trevor looked over at Jane, her face held the tight tiny smile, she really seemed nervous and a little more than embarrassed, her eyes darting to her husband then back to the old man. “The parish nature walk came across a clearing strewn with tissues and condoms.” The vicar’s face reddened as he spoke. “And then two nights ago a group had gone out bat watching and had stumbled across a group of them…doing…things.” The vicar’s voice had raised an octave as he spoke almost reaching high pitched by the time he finished talking, he lifted his cup and took a deep gulp of tea.



“Did they recognise anyone? Go the police?” Jane asked.



The vicar shook his head then lowered his now empty cup, “The police filed a report apparently and have said they will keep an eye on the area, but as no one was recognisable and no one took any of the car’s licence plates there was not much they could do.” He said sounding depressed and defeated.



Trevor looked about him, at the vicar staring at him earnestly, at Peter and Karen and a moment or two longer at Jane and realised that perhaps the vicar turning up was not just a coincidence. Trevor felt the truth cogs rolling in his head their teeth connecting allowing him to realise that he had been dined into a trap, he sighed to himself then said “I could do a story on it, see if we can embarrass a few people into stopping,” though he knew this was more than likely going to draw more people to the woods than drive them out, but the priest smiled happy with the response.



The vicar left declining another cup of tea and Peter showed him the door, “Do you think the story would work,” Jane asked Trevor as Karen headed back into the kitchen to wash the remaining dinner plates.



Trevor shrugged, “It might do, but…” he shrugged again he doubted it very much. With no one around Trevor found himself freely taking in his mother in law. Jane was fifty six and a nurse, her auburn hair was cut in a short bob easier to dye the grey out she had said when she first revealed her new look. Having three kids had left its mark also, she was curvy in the waist, a stomach that had some weight to it and breasts that hung large and heavy even in a bra.



Trevor had found himself lusting after her soon after Karen had introduced her parents, now ten years later that lust still simmered below the surface. He had been so careful in that time, the feelings constantly buried deep only bubbling to the surface when he was alone and manifesting in languid masturbation as he imagined scenario after scenario of himself and Jane. The highlight or down point depending on how Trevor felt at the time was the sneaky theft of a pair of Jane’s Knickers, a pink, delicate pair that he had lifted one Christmas day when he had been particularly tipsy and shoved into his trouser pocket. He had felt shameful the next day, yet when Karen had left for work at the department store he had rushed upstairs and slipped the knickers on rubbing his cock through the material until he exploded inside them. The knickers were still at home two years later and still received punishment.



Peter returned to the dining room and Trevor averted his eyes from the unsuspecting Jane, “Sorry about that Trev’ he cornered us at church on Sunday,” Peter said holding his hands out palm facing as he spoke, “I knew if I gave you the heads up you would have found a reason not to turn up.” Trevor nodded, it was certainly true even as a small town journalist Trevor tried to steer clear of the parish, their views and ideas of what made news worthy stories were just not up to scratch. He had been cornered on this one and now felt obligated to atleast turn in a story to his editor. “But look you don’t have to do it,” Peter said.



“Pete’s right love,” Jane interjected, “If you think you’ve been hoodwinked we’ll just pretend you did a story and it got rejected.” Jane gave him a very soft warm smile, “If people have seen them chances are they will have gone somewhere else by now.”



Trevor nodded at her thought process and felt relief at knowing that any pressure to do the story was now off his shoulders. “Thanks guys, I just don’t think my editor would go for it.”



But on the ride home the story kept cropping up in his thoughts, as they drove past the turn off that would take you five minutes later to the woods he started to plan the story in rough in his head. Trevor had grown up in town and part of growing up was going to the woods. Before he was a teenager the trips there were for animals and the beauty of the woodland itself. Post teen it was somewhere to hang out without adults bothering you. Trevor’s first time with a bottle of gin had been in the woods, the first time he had felt up a girl had been in the woods. The woods were the town’s history and Trevor was starting to feel his feathers being ruffled by the strangers who were turning up and destroying that history.



Karen could sense something was up Trevor’s mood had turned from happy to broody the longer the drive had gone on. When they got out of the car in front of their house Karen said, “You are not thinking of doing something silly are you?”



Trevor shook his head his brow furrowed deep, “No nothing too audacious, just that well there might be a story there after all.”



Karen’s eyes widened with surprise, “Really? A story about some perverts in the woods?” she stopped and fumbled in her handbag for her keys.



“Not just perverts, out of town perverts.” Trevor said with a smile hearing his own thoughts made solid as he spoke, “I know it sounds stupid, but I was thinking the whole community thing, bringing everyone together.”



“For a mass dogging session?” Karen laughed.



Trevor laughed back, “No of course not, but small town fighting back against the wicked outsider.” The story seemed to be building itself as he spoke he could see interviews, pictures possibly a full page spread. “I might have to head up to the woods,” he said more to himself than to Karen.



Karen dropped her keys in surprise, she bent down scrambling to pick them up, “Oh no you don’t mister!” she said and stood back up, “you are not going up there alone, if you get into trouble and they get a little punchy no one will be able to come rescue you.” She headed to the front door and put her key in the lock, “Speak to Matt first,” Matt was the newspapers main editor and go to guy for juicy stories, “see if he gives the go ahead on the story then you can head up there with someone to watch your back.”



Trevor knew Karen was right and had agreed with her request…up to a point. That morning he had mentioned the story to Matt who dropped the hammer on it straight away. “It’s all hearsay and possibilities; I need concrete not just what a bunch bat fanciers think they might have seen.” Trouble was the only way Trevor could get the go ahead on the story was by going to the woods which had already been kyboshed by Karen. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her, surely.



By Friday the dust on the story had settled, Trevor did not mention it and Karen had not pushed knowing that if he was not talking about it then it had been given the heave-ho by Matt. Karen got ready for her evening out with her two girlfriends from work a weekly meet up at the town’s classiest restaurant. Karen came downstairs to find Trevor stretched out on the settee in front of the television. She felt bad for him but also relieved that such a dirty story was not going to be written in her home. “Why don’t you go down the pub and drown your sorrows?” she called to him as she stood in front of the mirror fixing her earrings into place.



“I might do in a bit,” Trevor said in the most despondent voice he could muster, hoping that Karen did not look too closely at the rucksack under the coat rack.



“Good, it might cheer you up some,” She walked into the living room, and smiled when Trevor did a double take his eyes widening and his tongue almost unrolling out of his mouth, “I guess I look alright then,” She said doing a little spin for him.



The story was pushed to the back of Trevor’s mind and his cock stiffened in his pants at the sight of his wife in her black dress, cleavage in show and the hem finishing above her knees. “Are you sure you are meeting Michelle and Tracey?”



“Actually I am meeting up with a billionaire playboy for a quickie in the back of his jet.” Karen responded pleased with her husband’s response.



“Well just make sure he pays for your taxi home.” Trevor replied and covered his face just as Karen threw a cushion directly at his head.



Trevor waited an agonising hour in the house he sat on the last step of the stairway rucksack between his knees as he counted the minutes down to nine O’clock. He had sort of planned his mission, the hour he waited gave Karen time to get to the restaurant and into her first glass of wine, and it also meant the sun would have set for a good half hour which would give him just the full moon by the time he got to the woods.



He left the house a little after nine, proving to no one in particular that he was in control. He had put on an old dark grey hooded top and zipped it all the way up, finally pulling the hood over his head the shadowy inside covering most of his face and he knew out in the woods his face would be all but masked. He avoided using the car and instead slipped round the back of the house a small cut through led down the alley that separated the opposite facing houses, two minutes later Trevor appeared a few streets down on the main road. He walked briskly cutting across smaller streets where possible before the town slipped away behind him and he was climbing a small hill that took him to the woods.



Trevor slipped over a wood and metal link fence that was there to keep sheep out rather than people. His first stop was the car park and as he expected it was deserted. He knelt down and waited, there was only one road into the woods anyone coming here would have to drive through the car park. By eleven O’clock Trevor had begun to pace, he knew Karen would not be back until later and even if she came home early she would assume he was at the pub which gave him roughly another two hours if he was lucky.



Half an hour later Trevor had had enough, he swung the back pack on and turned to head home, muttering to himself about the inanity of it all and point blankly blaming the Vicar. He stopped after a few steps cocking his head to one side instinctively he knelt down as he turned. The low hum of an engine carried on the breeze and was getting louder and louder. Finally Trevor saw the front of a car slowly ease through the open wooden gate into the car park. The car’s headlights were off, the full moon gave off enough light for Trevor to work out that the car was a silver estate it’s passengers’ though were not visible.



The car continued slowly through the car park, it slowed but never stopped as it turned in a lazy arc and headed for a smaller road that lead towards one of the picnic spots. Trevor moved steadily forward thankful that the car was going only a short distance and that his tracking skills would not be called into action. His hands felt clammy and Trevor breathed rapidly with equal parts excitement and nerves. It took him a further ten minutes to work his way through the undergrowth to the clearing up ahead.



He stopped at the tree line, his target was easily spottable. It was the only car there, the silver estate had turned around so that it was pointing back the way it had come, a quick exit if there was any need for one. Trevor shrugged off his backpack and grabbed the video camera inside he kept his eyes dead ahead as he did so. The scene seemed odd to him, a man was leaning across the top of the car his lower body pushed against the passenger side of the car it was the rhythmic swaying of his hips that was the give-away. The camera’s night vision brought the scene into fuzzy green perspective.



Whoever was in the passenger seat was sucking the cock of the man outside the car. Trevor caught his breath as the scene played out before him, partly shocked at the antics but also turned on by the blatant show. A murmur followed by a low groan carried on the wind the man pulled away from the car and muttered something before slinking off into the tree’s putting his cock away as he went. It took a few seconds before another figure appeared, this one walked lazily towards the car, his cock already out as he approached. He leaned into the car talking to the passenger and, Trevor realised, to the person sat in the driver’s seat.



Trevor zoomed in trying to get some faces but they were all grainy and the lack of resolution deteriorated as he zoomed made it all but unusable, he zoomed back just as the man reached into the car with one hand while his other hand started to wank his cock. Trevor cursed himself for staying so far away he grabbed the rucksack and moved around turning the camera off as he did so. He could sense others about him but every time he looked he could see no one, deciding finally that his mind was playing tricks on him. Trevor came to a stop about ten feet from the car, when he flipped open the camera and hit record all he could see was the back of the man, his hand working frantically at his cock, “Let me cum on your tits?” Trevor heard clearly as the man thrust his hips forward followed by a moan. “Fucking lovely,” he heard a few seconds later as the man did up his jeans and walked boldly down the road.



Trevor knew it was now or never, he had to see who these people were. If he approached with the camera would they get spooked and drive off, he did not want to take that chance and loose his front page story. He closed the view screen on the camera and shoved it into his back pocket hoping that he could grab it and start filming instantly once he was close enough. He reached up and pulled his hood even further forward, the fabric straining on the back of his head. His heart pounded in his chest as he stepped out from the tree’s his first few steps seemed hurried and he was closer to the car than he thought he would have been. The passenger window was down, the internal overhead light was on, as he got closer he caught the glimpse of the driver but not enough, finally at the window he looked down and let out an audible gasp.



His mind screamed at him to run but the rest of his body wanted to stay. The woman in the passenger seat was wearing a pale blue nurse’s uniform, the top half had been unbuttoned large fleshy breasts tipped with pale areola and thick hard nipples were splayed out sliding to either side of her ample frame the heavy load from the last man smeared across the heavy globes of flesh. The bottom half of the uniform had been pushed up, meaty thighs clad in black sheer stockings were partly spread to reveal a dark matted bush of pubic hair beneath which labia puffy and sticky with juices were visible. “Hello lovely,” Jane said sweetly.



Trevor had no doubt had his hood not been pulled so tightly over his head he would have been recognised, as it was Jane glanced at him occasionally her eyes going to the mass of hard cock that strained at the front of his jeans more often than not, he knew he should turn and run forget the story and everything that he had just seen…but that was the problem, he had never thought he would every get to look at everything he was seeing there and then. Even in his wildest fantasy with Jane’s pink knickers rubbing against his cock he had never thought up anything like this. Her breasts were far bigger than he had thought her nipples so thick his mouth watered at the thought of taking them. And her sex, oh god Trevor wanted to dive head first into that meaty, wet mass burying his head deep, smelling and tasting her until she came in a heavy sticky flood all over his face.



“I think we have a shy one hubby,” Jane said teasingly and Trevor heard the unmistakable laugh of Peter. “You’ve seen mine now show me yours dirty boy,” she chided Trevor and reached through the window with one hand cupping his crotch firmly, “Oh he feels big,” Trevor licked his lips his mouth opening though the words failed to come, “Shall I play with my cunt for you?” his mother in law asked demurely.



“Yes,” Trevor rasped out then shook his head, his perverted lust overriding his sensible side, before he could revise his answer, the hand that was cupping his crotch slipped back into the car and down to her waiting pussy. Trevor watched as Jane touched her pussy sliding her hand down her pubic hair a finger sliding between her labia and disappearing inside her with a soft moan from her mouth. How had he gotten into such a situation as this? Watching his fifty six year old Mother in law masturbating in her car! Now he understood their gentle push not to go ahead with the story, the funny glances he had seen when the vicar was in the house. Had they believed no one had seen them? A longer moan from Jane brought the harsh, cold reality home to him. He could turn and walk away or he could continue anonymous and live out his deep fantasy for just one night.

Jen looked amazing on her run today wearing her usual tight jogging suit. She sported a tight tank top and tight jogging shorts, wearing her usual ponytail. Her tits were amazing looking as if they would pop out any moment. She enjoyed jogging through the park near her house, she had not done it in a while. She needed to run to clear her head, only a week ago she had been used as a hooker for the dirty old man. Never had she ever dreamed of being urinated on by two hung black men after a fuck. Strangely enough she didn’t hate it, which is what really made her upset. She had not even touched herself since then hoping not to get caught again and forced to be humiliated.



Jen ran around the front of the park she was on the home stretch soon she would be at the front of the corner grocery store and home. She paused to catch her breath, and heard a rustle in the bushes across the street. Normally she wouldn’t think twice but the rustle sounded like a man being hurt. Jen casually made her way across the street and looked behind the bushes. She could see a creek with a sewage pipe running over it. To the side of the creek she saw an old man easily in his 60′s probably a foot or more taller than her with short grey hair and a long grey beard, a beer gut hidden by his dirty grey sweatshirt and pants. She assumed he must be homeless as he had a sleeping bag nearby. She was disgusted to see he was trying to pee into the creek but quickly changed to excited when she saw what he had in his hand, a massive 12 white cock. The cock was amazing not even fully erect probably 2 inches wide and his balls were as big as oranges. Jen quickly became wet she had never seen balls that big on anyone she had fucked.



Jen found herself walking around the bushes towards the old man and stood behind him without him noticing. Jen walked to his side and reached for his cock in his hand. The old man jumped startled away from her. “It’s okay I want to help you with that.” Jen got on her knees in front of the old man’s massive cock. She spit on it a few times and licked it’s massive head shaped like a bigger than average mushroom.



“Fuck this must be my lucky day.” He threw his head back in ecstasy. She could now tell he only had a few teeth, while looking up she began putting her mouth around the head having trouble with it. Mannie had a longer cock but this one was bigger and the head was more massive. Jen had never seen a circumcised cock this big before. The old man put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay if it won’t fit I understand.” This made Jen work more ferociously trying everything to get it to fit. After a few minutes she had done it and was now working some of it in her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth as he started to get rock hard in her mouth. Saliva began flowing freely from her mouth she pulled her tank top from her body then taking off her sports bra to let her beautiful tits hang freely nice and perky. Jen had been working hard on this old cock for an hour and still he was no closer to nutting but she had seen his balls shrink a little noticing they were no longer hanging completely freely. She had managed about half in her mouth when he pulled out.



“I need it inside me right now.” Jen said with lust in her eyes. The old man quickly pulled off his pants and gently laid her on his sleeping bag. It reeked of urine and shit but she didn’t care as he began pulling her shorts off to reveal she was wearing no panties. He began licking her pussy and putting a finger in and out of her. Jen was in heaven she had not had her pussy eaten in so long just fucks. The old man was working her great making her orgasm multiple times, then he put one in her ass. “Oh fuck.” Jen jumped she needed his cock now.



The old man sat on his ass and pulled Jen towards him. She used her hands to sit herself up off the ground. The old man grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them slowly inserting his cock into her pussy. Jen pushed back trying to help his cock into her pussy. They kept at it for several minutes Jen climaxed a few more times finally they had worked it in and were now fucking like animals. Jen orgasmed again and fell on her back the old man took over and started fucking her with at least 8 inches in her now. Jen moaned louder and louder she was in love with this cock.



The old man pulled out and flipped her over into doggy position. “Put it in my ass I want it now.” Jen had forgotten herself as her perfect ass shook in his face. The old man put his wet cock against her asshole, Jen took a look back and notice his balls were tighter than ever she knew this would send him over the edge. She sat on her hands and knees and slowly pushed back against his cock. The old man began moaning as her ass constricted around the head of his cock. Jen had never had anything this thick in her ass before. She didn’t know whether to stop or go faster. She chose the latter and began moving crazily. The old man began pumping hard now forcing at least 5 inches in her ass. “I’m ready where do you want it.” Jen pulled off and turned around sitting on her knees and leaning back on her hands. The old man began stroking hard to get himself off. Finally he was ready and Jen held her mouth open wide, streams of cum began shooting out of him like it was a fake cumblast. Jen caught a lot in her mouth with most hitting her tits. She sat there amazed that he had cum so much. He turned to piss in the creek, “no over here.” The old man looked confused but turned anyway as he began urinating in her mouth. Jen swallowed every last drop of piss flowing from him them licked his cock clean afterwards. Jen then got dressed and left. “I’ll be here later if you want to have some more fun.” The old man said as she began walking off. Jen realized she had an addiction now to big cocks and knew she needed help before she got something bad.

This is Part 3 in a series. You can read Parts 1 & 2 here:



Slut Education 101 – http://www.literotica.com/s/slut-education



Slut Education 102 – http://www.literotica.com/s/slut-education-102



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“Bend over, Miss Lane. I want to check your pussy,” Artemus said.



Lolly bent over the desk without hesitation. Her skirt was so short, that she didn’t have to hike it up to expose herself to him. As usual, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.



Artemus smiled. She had gone from a reluctant slut to a willing submissive in just a couple of sessions. He rubbed his hand along her pussy to reward her for her good behavior.



“Your pussy is dripping wet, Miss Lane. Have you been looking forward to today’s lesson?”



“Yes, Mr. Hooper,” Lolly said shyly.



“Have you been thinking about sucking my cock again?” Artemus asked as he slid a finger in her slick little cunt.



“Yes.”



“And I suppose you have been thinking about getting your pussy stuffed full of cock too?”



“I’ve been thinking about what you did last time.” Lolly looked over her shoulder and into his eyes. “When you had your cock in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. I liked it.”



“That’s a very naughty confession, Miss Lane. I should punish you for being such a little slut. Would you like that?”



“Yes, Mr. Hooper. If you think I should be punished.”



Artemus reached around her and grabbed the front of her thin blouse. He jerked his hand roughly, and buttons flew. The shirt was ripped open now and her tits were hanging out. She had big, full breasts that begged to be slapped.



Artemus squeezed each of her nipples. Lolly moaned with pleasure. He squeezed them harder until she whimpered. Artemus smiled and massaged her tits, making her moan again. She stuck her tits out further and leaned into his hands, arching her back and shoving her ass into his cock in the process.



“Yes, Mr. Hooper,” Lolly moaned, grinding her ass against him.



Artemus slapped each of her tits hard. Lolly squealed and bucked beneath him. Before she could react further, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her wet pussy. He shoved his tongue in and out of her tight hole, making her pussy contract.



Lolly reached down and began rubbing her clit while she took his oral assault. Artemus plunged two fingers inside her pussy without warning and licked her puckered asshole.



“I’m going fuck your ass with my tongue. You may enjoy it, but you are not allowed to cum. If you do, I shall know,” Artemus said, wiggling the two fingers in her pussy. He had very specific plans for his student whore, and he wanted to get her as hot as possible before he shared them with her.



Artemus began fucking her ass with his tongue while he fingerbanged her juicy little cunt. Lolly shoved her ass and pussy toward him, meeting each thrust with one of her own. She certainly was a fan of double penetration. Artemus felt a thrill of pleasure. He loved a slut that could take more than one cock at a time.



Lolly’s pussy quivered, and her legs began to shudder. Artemus could tell she was about to cum. He removed his tongue and fingers from her body and stood up abruptly.



“No, Mr. Hooper. Please don’t stop. I want to cum. I’m so close to cumming,” Lolly whined.



She stood and made a grab for his belt buckle, as though she were going to undo his pants and undress him. Artemus laughed.



“Oh no, dear. Not yet. I’m going to watch you get fucked before I fuck you.”



Lolly froze. “What do you mean?”



“I want to make sure you are retaining everything you’ve learned thus far, so you are going to take a midterm exam. To pass and get your grade up to a B, you will need to do everything I tell you. That includes fucking the man about to walk through that door.”



Lolly began shaking her head to protest. Artemus simply smiled in response. There was the reluctant slut he knew and loved.



“I don’t want to fuck anyone else, Mr. Hooper. I–”



“A couple of days ago, you didn’t want to fuck me either, and now look at you. You’d like nothing more than for me to ram my cock into your whore cunt and make you cum. Trust me when I tell you, Miss Lane, I know what you like better than you do.”



Artemus whistled and the door to the adjoining classroom opened. Mike Stewart, the coach of the girls’ basketball team, walked in. He was young and had an athletic build. Artemus knew that some of Lolly’s classmates had a thing for Mike and was hoping Lolly would too.



Apparently not.



Lolly covered her breasts and moved to hide behind Artemus.



“I was doing this for a better GPA,” Lolly complained. “He can’t help me with that. I don’t even play basketball.”



Artemus looked at Mike and rolled his eyes. “Show her your cock, Mike. This girl turns into a slut the second she sees a dick.”



Lolly made a huffing noise, but Artemus felt her shift her weight against him as she peeked over his shoulder to get a look at Mike’s cock.



Mike smiled and pulled down his gym shorts. His massive cock sprang free. It was thick and long. He pulled off his shirt, too, so that his well-muscled chest was exposed.



Artemus grabbed Lolly’s arm and pulled her in front of him. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.



Lolly tried to fight him, but Artemus shoved her roughly to the floor until she was in a kneeling position in front of Mike’s cock.



“Look at it,” Artemus ordered, grasping each side of her face so that she couldn’t turn her head. “Look at Mike’s giant cock and imagine yourself sucking it.”



Lolly closed her eyes tightly, defying him. Artemus yanked her skirt up and slapped her on the ass three times in quick succession. Lolly squealed and her eyes flew open. Before she could protest, Mike shoved his cock into her open mouth. Artemus was still holding her head so that she couldn’t move.



Lolly’s eyes widened as the cock slid further into her mouth. Artemus used his hands to move Lolly’s head in a bobbing motion up and down Mike’s shaft. Mike groaned as his fat dick slid even further into Lolly’s open mouth.



“Take it baby,” Mike moaned.



Lolly struggled and tried to shove the cock out with her tongue. Her eyes filled with tears. Mike mistook her tongue wiggling for passion and moaned louder.



“Yeah, baby. You know how to work it.”



The unexpected response seemed to loosen Lolly up slightly. Artemus felt her body relax against him and her head began to move on its own, no longer needing Artemus’s hands to guide it. Nevertheless, Artemus kept his hands entwined in her hair.



“Suck more of it, Miss Lane,” Artemus encouraged. “I know you can take more than that.”



Lolly opened her mouth wider and allowed Mike to shove his cock in deeper. She moaned as his member slid against her tongue and down her throat.



“That’s a good girl,” Artemus said. He began rubbing her pussy, which was even more drenched than before. “Now you’re going to let Mike force fuck your pretty slut mouth. He’s going to shove his cock to the back of your throat with every thrust.”



Artemus let go of Lolly’s hair and let Mike take over. Mike grabbed Lolly’s head and buried his cock in her mouth as far as it would go. He began thrusting into her mouth hard. Artemus relished the sight of balls on Lolly’s chin and felt his dick stir every time she gagged on the massive cock fucking her throat.



Juices began to run from Lolly’s pussy down her thigh. Artemus used them to wet three of his fingers. He slid all three digits into Lolly’s wet pussy. He wanted to make sure this slut was ready to get fucked. She took all three fingers without protest, moving her body so that they sank even deeper into her pussy.



Artemus was tempted to shove his entire fist in there just to see if she could take it, but he had other plans for her and wanted to stick with them. As much as he enjoyed fucking Lolly, she had the type of body that made you want to watch her get fucked too, and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.



“She’s ready, Mike.” Artemus announced.



Mike pulled his cock from Lolly’s mouth. The entire shaft was swollen and red. Lolly looked at it greedily.



“Do you want to get fucked by that big cock, Miss Lane?” Artemus asked.



Lolly grabbed her tits and squeezed them together. “Yes.”



“Tell me you want it. Tell me how nice it was for me to bring Mike here to fuck your wet little cunt.”



“I want it so bad,” Lolly breathed. “I want to get fucked by that big cock while you watch me. Thank you so much for bringing Mike to fuck my wet little cunt. You’re so good to me, Mr. Hooper.”



“That’s my pretty slut,” Artemus said. He smoothed Lolly’s hair and tucked a stray strand behind her ear. “Go on. You can fuck Mike’s cock now.”



Mike seated himself in Artemus’s desk chair and motioned for Lolly to climb on. She straddled his cock so that her back was to him and she was facing Artemus.



Artemus watched approvingly as Lolly lowered herself onto Mike’s bulging erection. His thick shaft slid into her pussy. Artemus moaned with pleasure as he saw the look that appeared on Lolly’s face when Mike’s cock entered her tight slit. She was in pure ecstasy.



Mike grasped Lolly’s hips and moved her up and down his fat cock. Lolly’s eyes were locked with Artemus’s as her pussy was aggressively pounded.



“Touch me, Mr. Hooper. I know you want to,” Lolly panted. “I know you want to punish me for wanting to fuck Mike’s cock.”



Artemus’s erection strained his pants. She was such a good little slut. She was starting to understand exactly what he liked. If she kept this up, he may not want to let her leave his service–even after she achieved the A grade she was looking for.



Artemus moved closer to Lolly and slapped one of her huge tits. She moaned and continued to bounce on Mike’s cock.



“I love getting fucked, Mr. Hooper,” Lolly taunted him.



Artemus slapped her other tit, harder. Lolly moaned and took Mike’s cock deeper. Artemus used both hands to slap her tits simultaneously. Pink handmarks were now visible on her pale white breasts.



“I love getting fucked,” Lolly screamed. “I can’t get enough cock. I’m going to cum!”



Artemus grasped her nipples between his fingertips and squeezed until tears came to her eyes. Lolly whimpered. Whether it was the pain of the titty torture or the pleasure of her orgasm, Artemus wasn’t sure, but the sound made his cock throb even harder. He needed this slut now.



“Get off that cock,” Artemus said. He grabbed Lolly’s arm and pulled her off of Mike’s lap. Forcefully, he spun her around and bent her over so that her ass was in the air and her face was shoved into Mike’s lap. Artemus unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants down.



“Suck Mike’s cock while I fuck you,” he ordered. Lolly placed her lips around Mike’s cock just as Artemus slid his own cock inside her wet pussy. She was still so tight!



Artemus rammed his cock into her forcefully, taking care to bury it as far as it would go. He used his body weight to shove her forward so that she would have no choice but to swallow Mike’s entire cock.



“You like getting fucked, you dirty little slut?” Artemus asked as he hammered into Lolly’s pussy. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t walk right for days.”



Lolly moaned. Artemus wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure of pain this time either, and he was past caring. All he cared about now was fucking this slut and making her drink his cum. He rammed his cock into her with all his might.



“I’m going to blow my wad down this little bitch’s throat if we don’t stop,” Mike warned.



Artemus growled in frustration and pulled his cock out of Lolly’s pussy.



“Lay on the desk,” he told her. “On your back”



Lolly did as she was asked. Her breasts were heaving and her legs were spread wide as though she was hoping someone would refill her gloryhole with more cock.



Artemus slapped her clit and shoved two fingers inside her to keep her motivated. She bucked beneath them, contorting her body to take the fingers as deep as possible.



“Mike’s going to jack off on you now. He’s going to cover your face in cum. Once he cums on you, I am going to fuck you. I want you to learn what it feels like to get fucked while you’re covered in cum.



Lolly moaned. “Fuck me now, Mr. Hooper. Stick your big cock in me. I want it.”



“Keep begging for it,” Artemus said. “Beg me for my cock while Mike jacks off on your face.”



“Please, Mr. Hooper. I need to get fucked. I need to have your thick cock inside of me. I would do anything for your cock.”



Mike stroked his erection, aiming the head of his cock toward Lolly’s face. But she only had eyes for Artemus.



“Please,” Lolly whispered. “I love your cock, Mr. Hooper. I think about it all day and night. My pussy is always wet, and I can’t quit touching myself.”



Mike stroked his cock faster. Thick, white cum spurted from the end in streams. Load after load of cum poured onto Lolly’s face. It was on her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and her lips. A few droplets had even made their way into her mouth.



Lolly looked into Artemus’s eyes. She was covered in another man’s cum, but still yearned for her teacher’s cock.



“Fuck my pussy, Mr. Hooper.”



This time Artemus obliged. He buried his cock into her wet slit and jackhammered her pussy. He had never fucked anyone so hard in his life. Lolly took every thrust, moaning louder and louder each time his dick slid into her.



“Do you like taking cock while you’re covered in cum, Miss Lane?”



Lolly screamed in response. She was loving it. When she came, her pussy turned into a vise, milking his cock until he almost unloaded inside her. But he didn’t want to do that. He pulled out of her and walked around the desk. He stroked his cock once and came all over her tits. His wad was twice the size of Mike’s and left her tits covered in thick white cream.



Lolly stared into his eyes. She took her index finger and swirled it along the cum on her right tit. She lifted the finger to her mouth and sucked the cum from it. And then she did it again and again, trying to slurp up every drop of Artemus’s cum.



Artemus smiled approvingly and moved forward to help her. He dipped his fingers into the cum on her left breast and fed it to her. She licked it from his fingers appreciatively. They worked together until her chest was clean and dry. Artemus used her ripped shirt to clean Mike’s cum from her face.



“Well done, Miss Lane. Your grade has moved from a C to a B. Come back tomorrow and I’ll do everything I can to get that grade bumped up to an A.”



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“Oh. My. God,” breathed Carol, wide eyed as she digested the news.



“I know, right!” laughed Amber as she took another sip of her coffee. “I thought our perfect little Katie was just a secret slut. I had no idea she was a sly little minx whoring herself out for college grades!”



“Oh, come on guys, it’s not whoring, they’re just small favors…” protested Katie weakly.



“Babe, there may not have been money involved, but giving a guy a blowjob when he writes a term paper for you is whoring,” retorted Amber with a grin.



“Fine, fine,” said Katie throwing up her hands in mock surrender. “I’m a college hooker. Whatever it is, it’s working, and my GPA has never been higher. And I have all this extra free time to hang around with you guys, right?”



“Yeah, that and shop,” said Amber.



“And party,” added Carol.



“And suck,” Amber added slyly, motioning wanking with her hand at her mouth and poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue in comical imitation of a blowjob.



Amber and Carol broke into hysteric whoops of laughter, while Katie rolled her eyes and tried to stifle a giggle herself. Now that her secret was out in the open with her friends, despite her best efforts to keep it hidden, it didn’t seem nearly so bad. Even Carol was taking it surprisingly well.



The three girls were having brunch outdoors at their favorite cafe in town, a ritual they shared some three to four times a week. The coffee here was black and rich, the salads delicious, and the male baristas and waiters especially hunky.



They were all dressed casual but pretty, perfect for a morning brunch. The petite, little Katie was wearing a simple orange tube top and skinny jeans that highlighted every curve of her slender legs. Her dark auburn hair was up in a ponytail and she wore summery sandals on her feet.



Her friends also looked gorgeous. Carol, the tall brunette with a bob haircut, a smile to die for and a hypnotically attractive rack that even Katie couldn’t help but stare at, despite being perfectly straight. Carol’s generous but perky tits were snugly encased in a tight blue tank top with a grey vest over it that seemed to prop up and highlight her amazing chest and cleavage even more. Below she was wearing menacingly short denim hot pants that screamed ‘look at my long, sexy legs!’



Amber was also rocking a pair of tiny shorts, denim cut offs that hugged her tight ass and showed off her olive tan skin. She wore a long, loose punkish tank top that could have passed for a very short dress and that almost covered her short shorts. Her raven hair hung over her naked shoulders, and her eyes hid behind dark shades.



Katie poked at the bed of rocket and baby tomatoes on her plate with her fork and reflected on past events.



It hadn’t been that long ago that Amber had discovered Katie in a back alley behind a bar giving blowjobs to two guys after a tipsy night out. Amber, who had always been a little slutty and straightforwardly casual about sex, seemed to take it in her stride and joined in. She had assumed that Katie, who had always played the perfect and innocent preppy girl, was rather prudish. Amber seemed to take some delight in discovering that Katie was just as sexually debauched as she was. However, she hadn’t yet realised the extent of Katie’s secrets.



Katie wasn’t simply down on her knees with a throbbing dick in her mouth for the fun of it. It was part of her college plan; give out sexual favors to select guys in return for their expertise and commitment to doing Katie’s college class work for her. It was a comprehensive program that ran all the way from writing her term papers for her to helping her prep for exams. In return Katie would give out everything from handjobs to fucking (and on the rare occasion even anal) depending on the kinds of grades the guys helped her get.



Her favor system had suddenly somehow expanded however, and soon Katie was making similar arrangements to cover all sorts of favors; buying her drinks; driving her places; fixing her air conditioning; you name it, and she was sucking dick for it.



Katie’s best friend Carol had been oblivious to it all, and even Amber didn’t realise the extent of it until one of Katie’s “clients”, Greg, had approached Amber for the same deal.



And now Amber had just spilled the story to Carol over brunch, though to Katie’s surprise and relief, she didn’t seem too alarmed.



“Very funny guys,” said Katie. “But you know, this isn’t much different from what you do anyway Amber, only I get something productive out of it.”



“Oh, I think my orgasms are incredibly productive,” shrugged Amber with a smile. “But you have a point, maybe I need to get in on your game!”



“Oh no, not you too Amber!” exclaimed Carol.



“Well, I can see the value in it,” said Amber plainly. “Only, I don’t think I’d be able to. It would then be all about the guy’s pleasure as payment, and I’m much too selfish for that.”



“I don’t do it for pleasure, it’s just business,” said Katie.



“Oooh, so cold!” laughed Amber. “So when are you going to get Carol in on it, Katie? You know she’s dying to get her GPA up, she’s such a nerd.”



“Oh, shut up,” laughed Carol. “I would never do that. I mean, don’t you find it gross having to let all these guys cum on you or let them finish in your mouth, Katie?”



“Didn’t you do that with your boyfriend last year, Carol?” asked Katie.



“Well yeah, but it’s not the same,” said Carol, blushing heavily.



“Spunk is spunk, whoever it comes from,” shrugged Katie.



“And it’s tasty!” grinned Amber wickedly.



The girls broke out into laughter again, and then fell into hushed giggles as an old lady sitting nearby turned to stare at them with disapproval.



“Well, I couldn’t do it unless it was in a relationship,” said Carol.



“Cum with love is the only jizz for her,” joked Amber, before Carol slapped her arm.



“I’m just relieved you guys don’t hate me,” said Katie.



“Hell, I do the stuff you do for free, who am I to judge,” grinned Amber.



“To tell you the truth, I’m not really that surprised at all this, Katie,” said Carol thoughtfully.



“What?” cried out Amber and Katie at once.



“No, really. All of high school, you’ve always been really good at playing on your sexuality to manipulate guys and get what you want, Katie. This just seems like an evolution of that,” said Carol.



“Nice analysis from our resident nerd, Carol, way to go,” laughed Amber.



“So you’re not mad?” Katie asked Carol.



“Of course not,” said Carol. “It’s a little weird, sure, but you’re our friend, it’s no big deal.”



“Carol totally wants in on it,” smirked Amber.



“I do not!” laughed Carol, trying to slap Amber’s arm again, but Amber dodged it.



“Well, some of Katie’s guys want Carol in any case,” said Amber.



“What?” now it was Carol crying out.



“When Greg ‘propositioned’ me, he mentioned that Lyle had the hots for Carol and wanted to know if you were doing what Katie did too,” said Amber.



“Oh yeah,” said Katie, “now that you mention it, Lyle’s been bugging me about getting you involved whenever I’ve seen him for our… sessions.”



“Gross,” said Carol. “I’m suddenly not so hungry anymore.”



“He’s a total nerd, Carol, just your type!” joked Amber.



“He’s not a bad fuck either, certainly better than Greg,” said Katie.



“Yeah, that’s true,” Amber nodded in solemn agreement.



“I am not going to fuck Lyle!” insisted Carol.



“I think he just wants your gorgeous breasts, Carol,” said Katie. “I think Greg does too for that matter…”



“Ha! Yeah you can’t help it Carol, your tits attract guys from miles around, how can we mere mortals compete!” laughed Amber.



“They are pretty fantastic,” Katie agreed.



“Whatever, this is all a bit much for one brunch!” said Carol as she got up. “I’ve got to go print off my term paper, all eight thousand words of which I wrote myself. It’s due tomorrow morning. Ciao girls!”



**



“Shit, shit, shit! What am I going to do?” cried Carol’s voice through the phone.



Katie shifted herself to get in a more comfortable position as she held her phone to her ear. The petite brunette was sitting on an old couch in the middle of a cramped little apartment owned by Greg. Katie was still wearing her skinny jeans and her orange tube top; though the top was pulled down to reveal her perky little tits.



Greg himself was standing over Katie, his crotch level with her chest as he supported himself on Katie’s shoulder with one hand and furiously wanked his cock with the other. He had taken over from Katie’s hand job after Carol had suddenly called, uninterested in interrupting his fun or waiting for the call to finish. Katie still had one hand cupping and squeezing his hairy ball sack, absentmindedly fondling him as she listened to Carol’s crisis.



“Okay, just breathe deep Carol, we’re going to think through this,” said Katie, reassuring her friend as she tried to ignore Greg’s insistent cock stroking in front of her. She had tried to get him to stop, but he seemed oblivious to her requests now that he was in the heat of the moment.



“Okay, okay, breathing…” said Carol, though she sounded ragged.



“Now you say you’re computer’s been hacked or caught a virus or something has happened to it?” asked Katie for confirmation.



“Yes! It won’t fucking work, it’s just dead or dying and blue screens and I don’t understand what’s going on!” cried Carol.



“And you’ve lost the only copy of your term paper on there,” said Katie, “which is due tomorrow.”



Greg moaned as a fleck of his precum went flying off to land in Katie’s cleavage. Katie frowned and let go of Greg’s balls to try and wipe the droplets of cum off.



“Yeah, and I already tried calling all these computer repairmen, but no one can make it out until at least Thursday!” exclaimed Carol.



“No chance you can write the paper up again in a night?” asked Katie.



Carol let out a string of expletives, and Katie had to hold the phone away from her face for a moment before trying again. Greg meanwhile was grunting and raising his cock so it pointed towards Katie’s face suggestively. Katie knew what Greg wanted, but a blowjob wasn’t party of today’s arrangement so she shook her head firmly at him.



“I was just confirming Carol, I’m not saying you should try that,” reassured Katie.



“There’s no way I could do it all again in one night,” sobbed Carol. “I’m totally fucked!”



“Well, I guess what we need is some kind of computer expert to see if they can recover your hard drive and your term paper document this afternoon, or by the end of tonight at least,” said Katie.



“Yeah, but I already told you no one is available!” said Carol.



Greg had now gently grabbed Katie’s head and was trying to rub the precum oozing head of his cock up against Katie’s glossy lips.



“Mmmf!” moaned Katie in protest as she pushed Greg and his angry cock away. “Hold on a moment, Carol, I have an idea.”



Katie moved the phone aside and looked up at Greg, “Lyle’s an IT expert right? Computers and stuff like that?”



“Yeah,” grunted Greg. “He’s a freaking genius with that shit.”



Greg was huffing and puffing with exertion now as jerked himself off. Slyly, he kept aiming his cock higher and higher, even though he had earlier promised Katie he was not going to cum on her, and especially not on her face.



Katie raised the phone again, “Carol, I may be able to help, but I’m going to have to call you back–”



Greg suddenly cut her off mid-sentence when with a mighty wheeze of ecstasy he came, bursting spurts of thick, smelly white cum all over Katie’s face in a sudden frenzy. His cock shuddered and twitched in his hand as more streaks followed, splattering on Katie’s cheeks, nose, forehead, lips and chin.



“What the fuck Greg! I told you not on my face!” screamed Katie as her nose wrinkled at the warm, wet goo now coating her.



Greg shrugged and wiped his cock on Katie’s shoulder, “sorry, babe.”



“Ewww, did Greg just…? Did you just…?” came Carol’s voice on the other line of the phone.



“Carol, just hold tight there,” said Katie. “I’ll be at your place in half an hour, and I think I’ll have a solution, but you may not like it…”



**



Carol answered the door to her place half an hour later in her clothes from earlier that morning; the sky blue tank top and denim hot pants, although the vest was now gone. Her face had mostly cleared up from her earlier panicked sobbing, though she still seemed anxious and out of sorts.



Outside was Katie in her orange tube top and skinny jeans. Her face looked as if it had a faint sheen on it, despite otherwise looking clean and freshly washed.



Next to Katie was Lyle, the somewhat gangly looking nerd had an anime t-shirt on and was crudely ogling Carol’s tits in the tight tank top.



Carol ushered the two of them in and closed the door behind her. Her place was nice, spacious, well decorated and pleasantly furnished. It was still the afternoon so daylight streamed in through the windows making the lounge room feel airy.



“Um, Carol, you remember Lyle,” muttered Katie. “Lyle, Carol…”



“Yeah, hi,” mumbled Carol before turning to Katie. “I need help! What’s going on?”



“Lyle here is a computer expert,” said Katie triumphantly. “I explained the problem and he says he can take a look at it now and should probably even be able to fix the problem and get your paper back.”



“Really? Great! Oh my goodness, that’s such a relief, my desktop’s over here…” began Carol.



Lyle made a small, strange coughing noise as if to interrupt.



“Only, there’s one small problem,” sighed Katie. “He wants something in return.”



“What? Payment? I can pay him, how much does he need?” asked Carol.



Lyle smiled awkwardly and kept staring suggestively at Carol and her incredible rack.



“No, he wants a different kind of payment,” said Katie, clearly exasperated, “you know, the kind of favors I do.”



“He wants you to have sex with him for helping me?” asked Carol quizzically.



Katie shook her head.



“No, he wants you,” said Katie. “Believe me, I tried to get him to settle for me, I offered everything! But he’s had his mind, or cock rather, set on you. That’s his one condition.”



Carol went pale.



“What the fuck!” exclaimed Carol. “I am not going to sleep with some guy just because he might be able to fix my computer!”



“Nah, it’s cool babe, you don’t need to fuck me, I just want your tits,” piped up Lyle enthusiastically.



Carol glared at the horny college boy.



“My tits?” gasped Carol.



“Yeah, just a tit fuck until I cum,” enthused Lyle. “You don’t even have to do anything, just lie back and let me do all the work.”



“I tried to tell him you wouldn’t go for it,” said Katie. “I thought maybe if I get him here I could at least get him to agree to help you for some kind of favour from me.”



“Nah-uh, no way,” said Lyle, shaking his head seriously. “I’ve been lusting after Carol’s legendary boobs since the first week of college. Of course, I didn’t know who you were then, I just called you fucking hot tits girl! But the other week when we all had drinks together, I knew I just had to have them. I’ve been trying to tell Katie, but she keeps saying you don’t put out for favors like she does.”



Carol ran her hands through her sexy bob of brown hair, and sat down on the sofa in silence.



“I’m so sorry, Carol, I’ll get rid of this jerk now, I thought maybe I could make it work somehow,” said Katie.



“No, wait,” said Carol meekly. “Are you sure he can recover my term paper?”



“Absolutely,” said Lyle. “I’m the best.”



“Then I’ll do it,” said Carol, with more confidence now.



“Awesome!” grinned Lyle.



“Wait, what? Are you sure Carol?” asked Katie.



“Look, it’s not a proper fuck anyway, and I really need to get that paper in or I’m in deep shit,” said Carol. “I’ll just let him have his fun and that’ll be that. But, only after he recovers my document, he doesn’t get anything from me otherwise.”



“Awww, what?” protested Lyle. “That’s bull, I need some inspiration. How about at least a blowjob while I work?”



“Don’t push it, Lyle,” warned Katie.



“Titfuck at the end, and blowjob while I work, or no deal,” insisted Lyle, crossing his arms. “And only from Carol.”



“You bastard–” began Katie.



“I’ll do it,” interrupted Carol suddenly. “You have a deal.”



“Alright!” laughed Lyle awkwardly. “When do we start?”



Carol turned to Katie, “do you mind if you left us alone? I’d rather just get this over with.”



“You sure you’ll be ok?” asked Katie.



“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” said Carol. “It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve given head or anything. And if you’ve been doing it all the time, it can’t be that bad. I’ll call you when we’re finished, one way or another.”



With that, Katie reluctantly left, leaving behind Carol and Lyle alone in the house.



“So, uh, where’s your computer?” asked Lyle, his voice breaking a little as he suddenly became nervous, eyeing the tall, busty brunette in her tight tank top. She was almost as tall as Lyle was, and it just seemed to bring her breasts up to an even more convenient level to ogle.



“This way,” Carol said, leading Lyle to brightly lit study where a desktop computer drive and monitor sat on a large and luxurious wooden desk with plenty of leg room.



Lyle dropped himself into the computer chair and swung about on it for a few moments before he tapped on the power button and the computer whirred to life. Soon they were presented with a perplexing blue screen scrawled with text. Lyle pushed a few buttons and then the monitor switched to a black screen, still filled with weird block text and numbers. Without waiting for permission, he began typing.



“Wow, you seem to know what you’re doing at least,” said Carol, looking at the screen over Lyle’s shoulder.



“I think I know what the problem is but it’s going to take me a little while to work through it,” said Lyle confidently, now feeling at home in front of a computer. “But I’m going to need some stress relief while I work. How about you get down under the desk here, Carol, and get to work with that pretty little mouth of yours?”



Carol shuddered and suppressed the sudden urge to turn tails and run. Instead she moved around to the desk and dropped to her hands and knees, unintentionally giving Lyle a stunning view of her tremendous cleavage down her tank top.



Lyle groaned in pleasure as he stared into the pillowy abyss of Carol’s creamy cleavage.



“Wow, thirty two double D!” exclaimed Lyle, immediately estimating Carol’s cup size.



Carol frowned at just how suddenly accurate he was but continued to crawl under the desk, now inadvertently showing off her gorgeous ass in her tight denim mini shorts.



Lyle grinned stupidly to himself until Carol turned around so that she was kneeling between his legs, whereupon he quickly made himself look serious and busy typing on Carol’s computer.



Carol could see all too obviously now the tremendous bulge that had sprouted in Lyle’s shorts. He looked pretty sizeable. Despite herself, Carol’s mouth began to water a little with arousal at the sight of the crotch bulge and she even felt herself grow a little damp between her thighs. It had been a while since she had seen, felt and tasted a cock in the flesh. All of a sudden those cravings for a man’s tool were surfacing again, even for someone she didn’t at all like, and in a circumstance she had never wanted to find herself in.



Lyle however was all too happy to be where he was right now. In reality, all he had to do to fix Carol’s computer was a simple system reboot. However he was not going to waste the opportunity, and had the computer running a diagnostic to soak up time while he intended to fully enjoy the bounties of Carol’s mouth and the blowjob she had promised him. It would be the perfect prelude to the main course of his desires; to once and for all claim and use Carol’s legendary tits.



Erect and unable to wait any longer, Lyle reached down to unzip himself and pull out his long and stiff dick. The cock jutted out in the air, under the computer desk, just inches from Carol’s face as she manoeuvred in the somewhat cramped confines to try and take the thing in her mouth.

When I got home that night, I felt strangely horny. I was disgusted by the whole thing, the dirty bathroom, the blow job, the ass licking. Yet, my pussy was dripping wet. I felt ashamed at myself for being turned on by such an awful act, yet I couldn’t deny it. I masturbated that night and for the first time, thought about Sam fucking me, not my lover, who had always dominated my fantasies.



The next couple of days I avoided the bar. I told myself everything was fine and I should forget about it. After all, I had made rent and had another month to worry about that. Then Bruce came in to get change. As I handed a couple role of quarters, he asked me where I’d been and told me things were boring and quiet without me there. I told him I’d stop by after work. My worst fear, that he knew, and everyone knew, was probably silly.



I stopped in the bar and sat down at my usual spot. Sam was across the bar from me, as usual. He simply smiled at me and I smiled back. I thought, all is normal and it seemed so for several nights. One Friday, about two weeks later, when the bar was busier than usual, a stranger came up to me, introducing himself as Sam’s friend. He was kind of cute, nice build, and smile with dimples. He looked to be only in his early thirties. He asked if he could buy me a drink. We talked while we had our drinks. Just as I was starting to feel like he liked me, he told me his real desire.



“Um, so Sam says there is a way we might be mutually benefited, if you know what I mean?” He asked, looking directly at my tits and not at my face.



Embarrassed, I said I wasn’t sure what he could mean.



“Oh, now, don’t get defensive, you aren’t like the other girls, we both know that. But it’s Ok, no judgment here. What do you say we work out a deal. I have a lot of spare change.”



I sat there frozen. My mind was spinning. I had a couple of drinks and because I had been saving money, I didn’t eat at work, so hadn’t had a bite since cereal for breakfast. I felt humiliated. But I thought he was cute. I wanted to have the dignity throw my drink in his face and walk out of the bar. But what I did didn’t match my what I wanted.



“All right, what do you offer.”



“I hear it’s a $60 blowjob. Is that right? Cause you know that isn’t really a great deal, I think Sam was doing you a favor.”



“I think I am worth it, and if you don’t, get lost,” I spouted back, proud of myself for being such a negotiator.



“Hey now, calm down. How about $60, but I wanna fondle those tits while you do it.”



The thought of a strange man touching my body hadn’t occurred to me. I shuddered at first. But I rationalized it. Big deal, everyone has tits. It’s not my pussy. It not like selling sex. So I nodded.



We agreed the bar was too busy for the bathroom and agreed to go outside. He wanted me to go to his car, but I was afraid to get in a strangers car. He laughed at me, you’ll suck a strangers dick but not get in their car, he said laughing pretty hard.



We left the bar and walked around the corner to the alley. He pushed me up against a wall and started unbuttoning my top. I just stood there, feeling the heat of the outside touch my breasts as they were exposed to the air. He leaned down and started sucking my nipple, then bite me hard. I cried out in pain and tried to push him away. He was strong and lean and held me tight.



“Shut up whore, I bought you, you belong to me till I cum.”



He pushed me down on the ground and opened his pants. I grabbed onto his thick cock and started sucking as if it is my favorite thing. This was the third cock I had ever sucked, ever touched, ever seen. I went from wanting to be with the only man I ever loved, to sucking random strangers in a bar for little money. It was humiliating. I wanted this done quickly, and it didn’t take long. Luckily, he didn’t fuck my face, but let me do the work and it was actually kind of pleasant. When he came, he asked me if I wanted to swallow it. I told him I didn’t care and he said he wanted me to wear it. So while jerking his cock slowly he came all over my tits. He put his cock back in his pants, handed me the money and was gone without a word.



I wiped his cum off my tits with some grass leaves and put my bra and top back on. I decided to go home, where to my surprise, I couldn’t help but masturbate thinking about his hard cock fucking me deeply.

Can men and women be ‘just friends’? I’ve argued yes they can, a million times, but I do wonder. It probably isn’t a black and white statement that has a definitive answer. I’m sure there are men and women that are friends and nothing more; maybe Jane and I crossed a line by living together. I would like to think that timing just never worked for Jane and I but for whatever reason she has never considered me more than a friend, even going so far as to say I’m like the brother she never had. If that’s not the kiss of death for a potential sexual relationship, I don’t know what is.



Jane and I had been friends for years. We were both we dating other people when we met which might have solidified my ‘friend’ standing for life. We’ve always got along so well; she’s the only girl I have ever met with the same bizarre sense of humor as me. As if being attracted to her personality isn’t hard enough, she’s gorgeous too. She has an amazingly sexy, fit body, with long tanned legs and perfect tits that I have imagined would fit perfectly in my hands. The real torture is she is always walking around the apartment in short shorts and tank tops. Every time I look at her all I can think of is how desperately I want to fuck her.



My plan started about a month ago when we were hanging around the apartment watching episode after episode of our new favorite show and drinking wine, and then beer, and then shots of coconut rum. Jane ended up passing out on the couch. I tried to wake her up to go to bed but she was completely out. I could have left her there but I wanted to pick her up and carry her off to bed. As I picked her up she didn’t even make a noise; she just lay in my arms like a rag doll. I was nearly a perfect gentleman as I brought her to her room. Admittedly my hand was just under her breasts and I may have let my hand enjoy the feel of her silky soft legs as I let her slowly spill from my arms on to her bed., but that was it.



I went to my room and thought about her lying there all alone; how her tit felt in my hand as I carried her; how inviting her pouty pink lips looked as she let out her inebriated sounds of deep sleep; how her legs splayed open when I put her in her bed. Even though I was drunk, my cock was rock hard. It certainly wasn’t the first time I had jerked off thinking about fucking her, but for some reason my fantasy started to become a scheme to replay the events of tonight but where I would remain sober and where I would actually get my chance to make my fantasy come true. I came harder than I had in years. I actually made a loud groan as I climaxed, which I had never really done while on my own. That was the last thing I remembered about that night. I was either too drunk or too satisfied to clean up my mess; I just passed out with my cock hanging out and slept in that pose until morning.



Ever since that night, I found myself plotting our next drunken night. I knew I was in trouble when I found myself buying a the tequila Jane didn’t like with the sole purpose of dumping it down the drain and filling it with weak tea so I could appear to match her drink for drink the next time we brought out the liquor; I even found myself practicing my drunk slur. I rehearsed excuses I would say in case she woke up in the middle of my violation. I was horrified that I was actually planning this, but yet every night I would jerk myself off to the thought of it.



There were a few nights where we drank a bottle of wine, but Jane wasn’t interested in any more than that. I was slightly relieved, but mostly sexually frustrated. I wanted her so badly that I could seem to think of nothing else. I argued to myself that what I was planning was actually a good thing, I would get fucking her out of my system and we could go on being friends. It was an absurd lie, but it is amazing how I easily I was justifying my scheme.



The night finally came where the bottle of wine ended and Jane wanted more. She was actually upset about breaking up with her recent boyfriend. The relationship was nothing too serious, but perhaps out of habit, Jane wanted to purge the relationship with getting shit-faced. I did drink the wine, but when she wasn’t looking I would pour mine into her glass. I had maybe had one glass to her four. She brought out the rum and I made up a lie about not being able to handle the taste of rum after last time as I brought out the fake tequila for myself. It felt like an eternity before she finally ended up passing out on the couch. My cock instantly got rock hard. I poked her …nothing. I caressed her thigh a little and held my breath…nothing.



I scooped her up in my arms like I had done month before, but this time with a clear head and a less than admirable goal. I let my hand fully cup her tit as I brought her to her bed. I laid her down and lay on the bed next to her. I brushed her long hair to the side and for a moment just watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed heavily. I moved closer to her, letting my clothed erection rub against her leg. My balls ached. I wanted to cum so badly but since I knew this was my one chance, and in my justification I promised myself it would just be once, I wanted to make the moment last.



I turned her face towards me and lightly kissed her lips. It felt strange kissing someone and not feel her lips kiss back but it excited me. My cock grew harder as I penetrated her mouth with my tongue. In the back of my mind I rehearsed what I would do if she woke up. The biggest obstacle would be to not look guilty. My hand groped her tits as I kissed her. As I felt them I decided I had to see how perfect they were. I slowly lifted her white tank top to expose her bright pink bra. I should have been staring at her eyes to make sure she wasn’t waking up but I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of her breasts. I managed to slide off her tank top. I reached around her and unclasped her bra and slid it off to reveal her perfect tits. My cock grew uncomfortably in my pants. I quickly reach down and undo the button and zipper of my jeans and pull the waist of my underwear under my cock. I gave my cock a few quick strokes for a little relief, and then I rubbed the head on the smoothness of her creamy thigh.



My mouth begins to yearn to taste her again. I slowly brought my tongue down to her breast and licked her nipple. I watched it become erect at my touch. I continued to tease her nipples carefully with my tongue and fingers. My licks progressively became stronger and more aggressive until I found myself hungrily sucking at them. I felt pre cum seep from my cock. I carefully slid my hand under her shorts, and then under her panties. I worked my fingers into her moist pussy. I watched her face to make sure my movements were not causing her to stir. I felt her slippery warmth as I fondled her clit. I hoped she was somehow dreaming that I was fucking her. Again I found myself rationalizing that what I was doing was okay as long as she just ended up thinking it was a vivid sexy dream. I once had a girlfriend who woke me up with a blow job. That state of half dreaming as I woke up to find out it was real was amazing. I justified that I was bringing her the same excitement.



After a few moments of rubbing her clit she let out a snort and slightly repositioned herself. My heart stopped. I was sure I had woken her. I remained motionless as I waited for her breathing to return the comforting sound of deep drunken sleep. I slowly removed my hands from her pussy and smelled my fingers. Fuck…her pussy smelled so good. My cock ached again. I rubbed my slippery fingers over the head of my cock; I wish this was enough to satisfy me, but I knew I needed more.



I slowly slipped off her shorts to reveal a pair of wispy white panties. I stared for a moment so I could burn the image in my mind. She had a tiny strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair. I let my fingers trace around her panties. I brought my face down between her legs and took in the scent of her. I felt at war with my cock; I wanted to take my time and savor every minute but my cock ached to feel her pussy. I slipped her panties down over her shapely ass and then down those long sexy legs. I let her legs splay open for me. I had to taste her. I teased her pussy lightly with my tongue. I work my way to her clit and sucked it gently. I could feel it swell in my mouth. I rubbed my cock as I continued to tease and suck her clit. She shifted again, but this time I was too worked up to stop, if anything my tongue became more aggressive. I reached up and teased her nipple with my fingers. My cock couldn’t take it anymore. I positioned myself between her legs. I rubbed my cock against her slippery slit and slowly thrust my cock into her. I had the urge to cum right then. I gained control and began slowly fucking her.



I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Thoughts of disgust with myself were in the background but they were drowned out by the feelings of pleasure and fear. My thrusts became deeper as I gave her all of my cock. I watched her face for any sign of waking and noticed nothing. I began fucking her hard. I sucked on her tits as I fucked her deeply. I felt like I was in a dream. This moment was too close to perfection to be real. I kissed her soft lips and decided I needed to feel them on my cock. I pulled out of her pussy and brought my cock to her lips. I wiped her pussy juices all over her lips with my cock. Her lips looked so inviting coated in her own wetness, I reached in her mouth and opened her mouth a little more with my thumb. I slid my cock past her soft wet lips and slowly fucked her mouth. My cock had only been sucked by willing participants before, so it was odd to not feel her lips wrap around it. I was disturbed by how aroused I was to fuck her disconnected face.



I felt close to coming and removed my cock. I bent down and kissed her pussy cum off her lips. My cock needed to be inside her warm slippery pussy once more before allowing myself to cum. I buried my face between her legs again and licked her hungrily. I wanted to remember the taste of her every time I jerked off to the thought of this night. I allowed myself to slip my cock into her pussy one last time. I fucked her gently and then quickly and then gently again. I wanted to fuck her forever but I was ready to explode. I slipped my cock out of her pussy and stood on the floor with my cock aimed above her chest. I rubbed myself a few times and carefully aimed the deluge of cum all over her tits and stomach. Splashes of my white hot mess landed artfully on her nipples and were beginning to trickle down to her chest. I rubbed my cum all over her tits; they looked amazing covered in my mess. I stared at her for a long while to savor the moment. I slid her bra back on her and reached around to do up the clasp. I carefully lifted her head up to replace her tank top. I went to her underwear drawer and looked for a similar pair of panties. I found a reasonable stand in pair and slid them up her long silky legs. I lifted her ass a little as I slid them all the way up.



I stood back to survey the scene. I had the mind of a criminal. I made sure everything looked like she had fallen into bed drunk. I momentary thought about getting a damp cloth to clean my cum off her tits, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to leave that with her. I was sure she wouldn’t notice but it added to my excitement that she might. I took the pair of panties she had been wearing and put them in my pocket. I couldn’t bear the thought of not taking some part of her with me.



No one has to tell me what a disgusting human being I am. Who does something like that to their best friend? Not surprisingly my plan didn’t work. I wasn’t able to just fuck her the once and get over it as I had tried convincing myself of. Every day since has been an even greater torture than before. Now I know how she feels, how she smells, how she tastes and I can’t have it. The worst part is not being able to get over what I did and I constantly fight the urge to do it again.

My favourite thing to do to my boyfriend on a lazy morning. Usually follows a really good fuck the night before, but it doesn’t have to. I just want him to feel exactly how loved he is. I wanted to give that impression through this story, a combination of love him to bits and can’t keep my hands off him. Have fun, feedback appreciated. :)



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The sun is coming through the curtains, golden and cheery. It doesn’t stir Jacob — he can sleep through anything. I’m itching to go and look outside — the sunlight hints at a beautiful day. I slip out of bed, naked, and pad across the room, one arm wrapped around my boobs. It is indeed glorious outside, all crisp golden sun on magical, crackly overnight frost. I look back at him. The giant is still asleep, despite the chink of sunlight falling across his face. He isn’t really a giant, but tiny as I am it can feel that way sometimes. I pull the curtains to, and crawl carefully back into bed. Regardless of how pretty it is outside, it’s much warmer in here. And I have a giant to wake up.



You’re curled up with the duvet pulled right up to your face, the smooth line of your back exposed. I wriggle across to be directly behind you, my boobs against you, and the line of my body following yours – except for my feet. Mine are about a foot higher up the bed than yours.



You smell gorgeous, something about sleep smells really good. Anyway, you haven’t yet stirred. Moving slowly, I let my hand creep over your waist and slide up your chest. I run it back down to the waistband of your pajamas. The reaction is almost immediate: a soft, not quite conscious moan, at the same time pushing your hips forward. As always, I find it hard to believe you weren’t awake already, but I’m not going to complain, because it’s very sexy. I tug gently on your hip, so you roll over to face me. You’re very obliging in the mornings. I watch your eyes, still shut, as I reach down for you. You’re rock hard. I wrap my hand around your cock, giving it a squeeze and enjoying the jump I get in return. Or just generally enjoying it.



Half asleep or not, you’re horny, so I follow your lead. No slow and steady this morning. I rub you through your pajamas with my whole hand, slow firm strokes that go from the tip to just before your balls. I can see you’ve sort of got your eyes half open, I imagine the world looks pretty blurry to you right now. Your mouth finds mine, in a fumbling, hungry way. This is one of my favourite sorts of kisses, although I’d happily take any you offer. You make some attempts at getting to my boobs, I put your hands elsewhere and so these stop. Doing what she wants is clearly the most sensible option when your girlfriend wants to touch you, stroke you and lick you.



“Good morning,” I whisper against your lips, at the same time dipping my hand inside your pajamas to hold your balls, playing with them gently.



The only answer I get is a low moan. I break the kiss and pull away from you. Slowly, you focus on me, seeing that I am smiling. You look crumpled and sleepy, but also lustful.



“I meant hello,”



“Of course you did. I didn’t hear anything otherwise,” I reply. You know I’m silently laughing at you a little, but it’s too early in your day to make any accusations. Instead you pull a hurt, scowling face.



“Aw, it’s not that bad is it?” I said, disappearing down the bed. I eagerly pull your pajamas out the way enough to get to your cock. For a few seconds I stop and stare: it is one of my favourite things about you. It’s long and thick, more than enough to fill me up, but not the sort of monster cock that scares girls. I’m quite proud of it.



It’s perfect, I think, pulling the soft skin back and giving it a good long lick, from lightly haired base to salty tip with the flat of my tongue. I lick all over the head, swirl my tongue around it. Then I let my lips enfold it, making it feel suddenly much hotter to you. I kiss it and lick it, letting my lips slide over it, to just under the ridge and back again, sucking ever so slightly. I pop it out of my mouth and let it rest on my lips, glistening. The hand holding the wide base of your cock squeezes, and I smile as it twitches slightly on my moist lips. My hand makes a slow, firm stroke up your shaft. Precum beads. I lap it up and once again take it in my mouth. I caress the broad head, trying to show you how much I love it with my movements.



Bit by teasing bit, I slowly let my lips slip further and further down your cock. The all over toying with the head of your cock eventually becomes a steady rhythm as I suck more of your cock each time. By this time, you’re soaking wet until about halfway down. I can’t take any more of it in this position, but before I move I let it rest against my lips again. You’ve curled around to look down at me. I’m surrounded by duvet, pressed close to your legs, your hardness resting on my lips.



I paw at your hip. You roll over. I let go of your cock, just so I can marvel at the way it stands proudly up and away from your body. It curves gently, and as I position myself between your legs I can’t help but notice it smells good too. Why does all of you smell so good? It makes me giddy, that smell of salt and sex and sleep, utterly familiar to me.



Kneeling between your legs, I push your cock down so the tip touches your smooth flat belly and lower my mouth to your balls. I take them in my mouth one at a time, fondling them with my tongue. With two fingers I rub behind them at the same time, slow firm circles that intensify the feeling of my hot mouth. I only stop when I feel you nudging your hips upwards ever so slightly. You’re getting all worked up, which is why I’m doing this.



I return my attention to your cock. Once again I make it about halfway down your cock, bobbing my head up and down. This time instead of stopping, I keep taking more of it. I swallow it down hungrily, opening my mouth wide as it forces my tongue down out the way. There’s about an inch left. I take a deep breath — as do you, anticipating what I will do — and ease all of you into my mouth. I can’t breathe now, and the way you fill my throat makes me gag slightly, squeezing you. This is one of my favourite things in the world to do to you. I hold still as you sigh contentedly.



I slowly come up to breathe. Take a few deep breaths, and then I’m down again. I swallow all of you, feeling you stretch my throat. Your hair is tickling my nose. A few more times I do this. I can tell you’re awake now — even though your eyes are shut and you’re spread out on the bed, completely relaxed, I recognise that you’re breathing faster and shallower than normal.



I step it up, bobbing my head up and down your cock. I work hard, steadily getting faster, winding you up until you’re thrusting into my mouth. It makes it harder to keep my rhythm going, but I think it’s sexy. Your breathing shudders ever so slightly, and I know it’s time to change tactics, now you’re all fired up.



Reluctantly, I let you go. Your eyes open, and you look a little disappointed. But I know that you will like what is coming next even more… I crawl up your body and sit on your cock, trapping it against the moist lips of my pussy. I gently touch my lips to yours. I can’t help but smile as you immediately begin to rub yourself along my slit.



“Hold on a second you,” I laugh. I go in the drawer next to the bed — at the same time, my boobs sway over your face. You lick my nipples playfully. To try and get to things without separating our sexes is a game, and it has put us into many funny/enjoyable positions over the years.



“Nuh-uh, you can do that later. I want to do something else,” I say, holding up a bottle of lube for you to see.



I squeeze a little bit into my palm and rub them together to warm it up. I don’t want to put anything cold on you. That would be mean, and I am only mean in the evenings. In the mornings there is only love. I thoroughly cover your cock with it, enjoying the little gasps that go with the sudden intense touch. Once you’re all lubed, I start something that resembles a massage. I let my hands glide down your shaft, holding firmly except for at the tip. Not too much just yet.



I give you a few minutes to adjust, continually stroking downwards slow and steady. I notice you’ve gone very pink in the face. Next I link my fingers and thumbs together and holding the damp spongy head between my palms. I smother it in my hands, covering you in flesh. Rotate them and nudge them up and down, again very slowly but firmly. The feel of you in my hands is making me wet.



I go back to stroking downwards, smiling as I watch you bite your lip a little. You’re beginning to pump upwards into my hands, looking for more. I oblige and change to stroking up and down, hard and fast. My hands slide all over you easily, feeling the smooth hot head, the ridge below that and the muscle at the base. I see your hands gripping the edge of the mattress and the duvet, knuckles pale. Your breathing shudders. I want to do more; I want to make you out of control. I know that by this point, you’ll let me do anything, even something cruelly intense. You will shudder and writhe, but you won’t object. You know that I wouldn’t listen even if you did — I love the effect it has on you far too much.



My hands are still working. I switch to focusing just on the head of your cock again. You arch your back, gasping. I know it’s too intense, the quick fast motion on the most sensitive part of you. You give a high pitched whimper, the one you only do when you’re really out of control. I know that you won’t cum when I do this — it’s just too intense- but it leaves you in a hazy, horny state that I love. It makes you pliable and willing to do anything.



“Please…” you murmur. I love that too. You beg, I think because you want to cum, but you can’t normally string words together that much.



You’re lucky that I’m feeling nice today — some days, I’ll stretch it out, toying with you mercilessly. Today I want you to cum. I want to tease you and make you really hot, and then I’d like you to cum, hard. That’s what I mean by a nice wake up.



“Please what?” I say softly.



“I want to cum please…” you whisper. I already know that, I just wanted you to say it.



“Get on all fours then. If you’re gonna cum then I want you to do it all over me,”



You don’t reply, just scramble into position above me. Once again I’m tempted to toy with you. Your cock hangs beneath you, pointing to your chest. Your balls are all tight, and as I take hold of you I can feel you throbbing.



“You wanna cum now?” I say softly against your neck, beginning to stroke you.



You whimper again in return.



“Go on then, cum for me,” I say, encouraging you.



You move your knees wider and begin pumping into my hand. The motion is just as mesmerising whether you’re fucking my hand or my pussy. I think it’s to do with the shape of your body, the way you spread your legs apart and make long, low thrusts. It’s almost animal like. I squeeze your cock a little, gazing at it as it pops in and out of the circle of my fingers. Your hands wrap around the back of my head, holding me to you. I move my spare hand so that every time you thrust the sensitive head rubs against my hand. You’re breathing hard and your fingers are wound up in my hair, tugging on it. You’re getting faster and faster, closer and closer, focused on nothing but what you’re feeling. That is fine by me; I am in the perfect position to let my eyes roam over you. I might be small and soft, but your body is much more interesting. It’s sleeker than mine and I like watching it work. You have angles and bits where your bones are much clearer than mine. Where I am soft, you are often hard, your forearms, your shoulders, your back…



I disappear off into these thoughts, enjoying you.



“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum,” you tell me, with some difficulty. You’re panting and slightly damp all over.



“Come on then, cum all over me, I want you to cover me in it!” This is true. If you won’t cum in me, then on me is just as good.



You don’t really need telling. As you cum you hold me tighter, spraying me with the warm liquid. It hits most of me, streams of it over my boobs to nearly my shoulders, down my stomach and some over my mound. Eventually, you stop moving. You just go still where you are, head down next to mine, cock still pulsing gently in my hands. You’re breathing hard and your eyes are tight shut. I wriggle down and squeeze your tired cock. I lap the last few drops off the end of it. I like how it tastes. Slightly slutty, but I don’t really care.



“Morning,” I say cheerfully, still playing with your cock. I’m tempted to start sucking it again but I know you’re too sensitive.



“I love you,” you say quietly, falling sideways back on to the bed. You watch me as I rub the cum around with my fingers, putting it on my nipples and watching them stiffen. I lick some from my fingers. I notice you watching and do it again, slow and deliberate.



“I love you too. You want to share? You’re very welcome to you know,” I grin, knowing you don’t really get why I like it so much.



“No thanks.”



You lay there, covers thrown back, chest rising and falling fast. You’re still all pink in the face. I grab something to clean myself up with, your pajama bottoms I think, and make a bit of a show of it. Spend rather longer getting it off my boobs than I need, just to do more rubbing them around. You seem to like it. I get up and open the curtains, honey gold sunlight streams in, falling over the bed.



Then we lie opposite one another. I look over you, you look over me. We’re awake now, but no one is in a hurry to get up. The sunlight bathes us in a bright light. We have the entire day to do whatever we like with.

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