I reached out and grabbed it. I could feel it under my hand as I massaged it. I pulled it towards me and saw the tip of the huge jug come out with the...comically small triangle of fabric covering her nipple. I pulled it aside and licked the tip. She giggled and smiled at me, moving one hand down to her camel toe. My door knocked and I darted away from the screen. The oversized breast went back in and she resumed her pose. I heard the door knock again as I zipped up. My friend was there and ready. "Fuck me," he heard Dorothy respond over the phone."Great idea hon. Tomorrow night, you'll be here six o'clock, naked, face buried in a pillow and your ass ready for my cock."Another pause before in a very submissive sounding way Dorothy responded, "I'll be there Trip."Without another word Trip pulled the phone away from his ear and hit end. Trip knew that Dorothy would be dreading her visit tomorrow. He had a reputation on campus, though it wasn't always talked about. Trip was the ultimate. A young girl, my age, with blonde hair ending in dyed-purple tips walked in. She held a case in one hand, not unlike a fisherman's tackle box, the other a phone she stared at. She was petite, a tight belly shirt clinging to her small breasts, a jean skirt hugging her waist. She took two steps in, inhaled, and froze.Her eyes flicked up. The brilliant, blue depths locked on my futa-cock.“Hi,” I said, fisting my girl-dick. “I thought we would just skip right to the fucking so you could get my. It was unscheduled.”Mark was fully awake by now. He knew that X could be up to no good. “So you mean that the container is now probably in Alaska”, he asked.“Not probably, we are certain it is there. The whole place on the west of Alaska is under surveillance by some unknown group. Can be only X’s doing.”“So, now you want me to go and dig it up right.”“Exactly! Your mission is to free up that container and ship it back with all its contents intact.”“You know what it’ll cost you don’t you.”“Yes.