She knew exactly what he liked. She could make him come with her mouth so easily. She knew she was good. She was a great cock sucker. She loved Flemin...’s erect cock as best she could. Licking him, sucking him, teasing him, taking all of him, making him squirm with pleasure, relishing his need to fuck back into her mouth, searching for more pleasure. Always more pleasure. She lapped and sucked, fucked him with her mouth, sliding up and down, licking her tongue around his engorged rim, and then. I could suck a guy's cock, never have to see his face or body, never have to form a relationship of any kind, and in the end I'd get a mouthful of warm, thick cum, no strings attached. And the guy on the other side of the wall would get a great blowjob, and all he would care about is the warm wet mouth sucking his cock and coaxing out a big sticky load. Win win, right?Trouble is, I kept thinking about the negatives. What about STDs? What if the guy wasn't clean, or had a tiny little dick? What. Hey, I figure that if youdon't like my stories you sure don't have to read them. And shementioned that since I don't get PAID for my work here, quit the fuckinggriping! And I find it really telling that my greatest complainers (andI have searched the author data base for their names--they are not thereand they haven't written a thing!) who really gut-punch me are the oneswho have never actually written and posted their own stories here onFictionmania. Jerks! Can't write a grocery list and. "We waited near the bottom," he continued sadly. "We threw tacks and nails in the road and his tire burst. He wrecked his bike and his papers went everywhere. He was hurt pretty badly. He was bleeding from a big cut on his head. But that wasn't enough for us. Oh, no. We punched him and kicked him until some guy came up the road screaming at us. We picked up Scotty's bike and the envelope from his collections and ran off. We took the money and the bike and threw them in the river." Do you know.