The slick lips part easily as my greedy tongue licks upwards then lingers at the hood. I wiggle it a moment before slithering back down to the honey p...t with its drip, drip of nectar. Some people crave chocolate, even coffee, but give me pussy cream any day.Or indeed any cream. Nothing says whore more than a face full of sperm as it clings and strings to where it was shot. I am not fussy according to She. I do them all.I hear the kisses above me. Two masks swaying as lips touch, and then. “She said you got a big hard-on,” Darien said, stilllaughing.“I said this poor kid’s got a boner my brother wouldkill for,” Iris said.“Who’s your brother?”“Charlie. Charlie Garner. You know him, don’t you?”Ethan shook his head.“He’s the fag,” Darien said.Iris made a cross face and swiped at him, but he simplyleaned away.“He’s not a fag, he’s just gay,” she said.“What do you think. I watched him intently from the other side of the room. Our heavy breaths getting heavier the more we looked on. He nervously bit his knuckles, hiding his excitment with a book. We were oblivious to everyone around us. All i heard was the rain banging violently agaisnt the windows, in sync with our breathing.The bell rang. 3 o’clock. Schooltime over. I slowly walked down the corridor, thinking about him as i did. Molly, Hayley, and some other new odd girl popped up infront of me, blocking. . oh, wait. Hi John, are you having fun with my wife? I hope she was a good lay?"Stacy spread her legs, pointed at her pussy, and said, "Come here, husband. You're late. We couldn't wait, so we started without you. I've been horny all day, and I had an itch that still needs scratching. Come fuck me."Stacy grabbed hold of my partially inflated cock, sucked me down, and worked me up to a 'ten.' As she looked up into my eyes with my cock deep in her throat, I caught the edge of a worried look. I.