Sammy yesss!” she cried out, head tilted back, hips pushed forward as far as she could, the boy making a series of wet choking noises, his cheeks flushed as her cock poured cum into his mouth and throat, forcing him to swallow it. Gasping and whimpering she worked her hips forward and back, spending her load deep in her new toys mouth, pulling back only after the first few pulses far enough to spend the rest of her heavy load onto his tongue. Sam moaned out as he felt the thick hot liquid spill in rope onto his tongue, the taste wasn’t anything to write home about, but the sensations that came with it, the knowledge that he’d made her cum, that she’d used him for pleasure made him squirm in delight as he swallowed. After a few long moments, her breath heavy and laboured, she leaned back, leaving just the tip of her slowly softening cock in his mouth, panting hard as she looked down at him both of them satisfied, but expectant. “Oh… Oh my gods…” she laughed a little, biting her lip as she drew her tip out of his pursed lips, a soft pop sounding out as she moved up, resting her thick semi-hard cock across his face, pressing her balls to his mouth with he obligingly kept open, tongue working over the smooth sack, weighing and tasting each heavy nut, “You’re such a good little slut aren’t you? Fuck.” Sam blushed as he sucked and kissed her chocolate nuts, as if thanking them for the gift they’d given him, “Mmfm…” “Yeah I know sweety, you wanted me to fuck you and christen your new ass-pussy,” she smirked and reached down, stroking a hand through his lovely hair, his hands gliding down her body to rest on her hips, her breasts rising and falling with her breathes, no longer supported by his hands, “Don’t worry, we’ll fuck when we go to bed, my bed, our bed, you sleep with me now.” With another muffled moan he nodded cutely, knowing his fate and looking forward to every single second of it. Cassandra had promised him everything he wanted and, over the next two weeks, she more than delivered. While he maintained his masculinity to a point, refusing her offer of becoming a woman like her, she’d certainly done a number on him. That first night, still on cloud nine after sucking his first ever cock she had mouth guided him upstairs, bent him over and pounded a new life into him, though her size and his inexperience had been an issue getting started, as the nights went by she taught him everything she could, training him to take her cock to the hilt, making him practice on her cock until his gag reflex was gone, teaching him every position, every hint and sign that a girl was interested in him, how to walk, act talk and flirt, even setting him a small workout routine focusing on his bubbly ass. His wardrobe had changed, albeit subtly, the jeans tighter and more form-fitting, the shirts too clinging a little tighter to his body. Cassandra taught him that he was beautiful and had a body worth showing off, especially if he was trying to attract girls like him. And that in itself, had worked. While he’d toyed with the idea of his friends, now able to more easily identify which of the girls were packing heat they’d all felt too close to him, too much like friends to take that leap to the next step like he had initially japanese planned. He’d been getting nervous, wondering if, when his mom got back, the flow of sex would cease, but, when he had been out with Cassandra at the mall getting his hole nails manicured the woman who had been doing his, a woman with short black hair and delicate Asian features had slipped him her number, asking him out on a date. He’d gone out with her, Jin she was called and that night she had ended up back at his and he had shown her everything he had learned. Cassandra had sat downstairs, a wide grin on her face as she watched TV, realising for the first time just how much the house carried the sounds of a hard, desperate fucking and she knew she'd be seeing a lot of this Jin. She'd be back every night to experience what she'd help create. Though, listening to them, she realised they'd be competing for volume. A competition she was quite looking forward to. This is the direct continuation of the previous chapter, which I cut in half for length. If you want to see how the characters got here, I recommend reading chapter 19 -phenylalanine Sam was the first one out. His chips ran dry two hands later and he didn’t attempt to barter clothes for the opportunity to stay in the game, as if anyone would have offered. When Tegan had played flirtatious games of strip poker in high school the usual rule was that if you weren’t playing or naked you had to leave the room, but Tegan imposed no such rule here. For one, Sam had already seen her naked on countless occasions. Secondly, she wanted him to continue to observe. A few hands later Trevor lost the last of his chips but traded Tegan’s shoes to Jayden for fifty and rallied back from the brink. After that Tegan lost again. “It seems Hairy that I will be keeping your foot asian claddings.” Jayden mused. “Though I have to say I do not think I have much use for them myself. Not my size.” He grinned at her. “You’re not really going to keep them are you?” Tegan pouted. “To me they are worth a hundred dollars, I accepted that risk.” Jayden shrugged. “I have a hundred seventy five right here.” Matthew patted the pile of frilly garments in his lap. “The game continues for now, of course, but someone will hold these items at the end of the night, and you are out of means to bargain, are you not?” Jayden hinted. He’s bolder than I expected Tegan thought. FJ arrived back in town that Friday morning, and his welcome home party was in the evening. "Way more interesting than just you're average cream pie right?" He couldn’t use Johnson for the English but she could take the senior math. japanese The thing that was making Shauna restless was her own heart. May hole I offer a couple of gentle suggestions?” What was the implication? Liam's hands slid behind asian his sister’s waist. With a mouth roar the other larger man charged me only to find himself on the floor alongside his friend. I'm surprised the girl can even talk after you shoved that pole down her throat." Hairy You have a lot to learn about drinking and getting drunk. I winked at a cheerleader named Genevieve, my friend from English class. “Ummm, sure, ahhhh.” she grunted. Perdóname, por favor. And so, she whispered to her big strong step dad "Oh, it's feels real good now Daddy Don! Photos over we all got together to decided where we were going to go. I didn’t look up at her face. The seventh council revealed.