"Put out or shut up" I interrupt. I reach over put my hand behind her head and pull her head until it's in my lap."Get my cock out and suck it" . A bi... rig goes passed heading in the opposite direction gives a big thumbs up.I feel her lips wrap around the head my cock my hand forcing her head up and down my hard fat shaft . I hear her gagging. I look to my right we are being over taken by some school girls in a SUV they get a good view of her head bobbing up and down in my lap and her bare ass. All threads have at least two end chapters.Chapter 8 is the earliest a thread can have an end chapter.If I calculated correctly this definition will lead to a minimum of 32 story threads and 64 endings, obviously this could go much higher too. Based on participation levels last year I think that should be plenty to keep us busy for a month.Our story will be considered complete if all of these conditions are met. No matter what path a reader chooses they ought to be able to reach and an ending. Hands resting on his chest, Lisa rode up and down on Chris’ erection. Aching for an orgasm, she ground her pelvis on his while Chris moved his hips to match her rhythm. He squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples as hard as he dared. Ancient, hard-wired impulses took over Lisa’s mind and body. Her nails dug into Chris’ flesh. Her legs trembled. All of her being focused on the waves of pleasure her body generated. Lisa was unaware of her loud moans. Her back arched. The climax was now. I tore her pantyhose open wider, the rip reaching down to her crotch. “You did tell me to fuck you like a whore.”“Mmm, do it,” she moaned. “I want to suck your cock again.”“You will.” I picked up the scissors. “Just need to get these panties out of the way.”“I love that pair,” she groaned. “It's expensive.”“Blow your husband until he buys you a new pair,” I told her and hooked the gusset of her panties. I felt her silky, black bush dripping in her cream. I pulled the fabric from her twat,.