Her clit was big and all I could think about as it was rock hard against my tongue was that it was like she had a little cock. So without her directi...n I wrapped my lips around it like she did to me and started sucking it in and out of my mouth. She started to shake all over and cried out as she mashed my head into her pussy. She started telling me to not stop as she continued to cum all over my face. She didn’t squirt but she got really really juicy. She grabbed me with both hands and. They continued to cluster around the rock where Beth sat and I figured that would be as good a setting as any. I got my sketchbook set and then plugged my mp3 player into a tiny speaker I’d seen advertised on late night TV a couple of weeks ago. It filled the clearing with an eerie note of flute music.“Shakuhachi!” Beth shouted.“Beautiful. A flute?” Melody asked.“Japanese Bamboo Flute,” I answered. “There’s a few cuts of new age flute music, too. I wanted something we could all hear and that. Found me a part time job to pay for my food and such," she said."What did you have to give in return, Meagan?" I said. She started to cry, and there was no stopping her. I waited."There was no fucking, Chester, I swear to you, none of that," she said."Okay, then what," I said. She started wailing again. I was becoming annoyed. I waited some more."Well?" I said."Just an occasional handjob. Maybe a blow job or two," she said, and she said it so quietly I think she was hoping I wouldn't hear it.. I reach down and finger my wet pussy, his pussy, as my hard nipples abraid against the wall of the booth. I try to take his cock down my throat, like the woman on the screen. I gag, but keep trying to force it down. A long thick string of my saliva hangs from his bulbous head. I use it to slick my hand, as it moves up and down on his turgid shaft. I take the head back into my mouth. Sucking on it throbbing bulb. My tongue licks the edges of the helmet. I taste the slick pre-cum and it is sweet.