I do not have any financial gain through this written piece nor I intend to cash on it. This content is mostly to be seen as a parody work with adult ...ontent. I repeat, a parody. With adult content. Because of that, people under the authorized age to see erotic material wherever they live aren't allowed to read this story.Anyone else who bears something against the content, characters or anything else must also look somewhere else to be. If you are fit to read this story and contribute with. I was growing a bit, and my clothes fit a little smaller. I started catching boys looking at me, and girls giving me weird looks. I loved wearing pants and shorts that showed my pantyline. I had a teacher, Mr. Anderson, who I caught looking at my butt a few times. He was a fat, ugly, old white man that I didnt like at all. I would go up to his desk and walk away shaking my hips a little more than usual. I didnt really notice an ass on myself, but I loved the attention I was getting, and didnt. I got up and put on a pair of linen pajama pants, then made my way to the kitchen.I rooted around my fridge and pulled out eggs, green peppers, basil, onions, and of course, bacon. I scrambled the eggs in a bowl and diced up the vegetables. I set the oven to preheated for the bacon.Monica came into the kitchen still wearing only my button down shirt."You are so sexy in my clothes." I told her with a smirk."Well, it's all about how you wear it. And you seem to be wearing those pants wrong," she. I pulled out of her sweltering asshole, and she turned around and dropped to her knees just in time to catch the first wave of my cascading spunk in her wide open mouth. Without hesitation, she took my shaft deep into her mouth, and sucked my wildly squirting cock with enthusiasm. I could hear her gulping loudly, determined to drink up every drop of my offering.When my spasms finally subsided, Katy slowly stood up, planting kisses up my belly, chest, neck, and stopping at my lips. We kissed.