A Pie for Peter

Peter Littleton entered his room to find his girlfriend, Katie, already there. She was naked, her long dark hair braided tightly, her huge natural DD breasts looking especially ripe, and her cunt newly waxed. She was both drunk and high, her new friend Desean introducing her to weed and Henny. She even had a weed dealer now. Peter looked especially to her pussy -- it looked fucked, and not by just any cock -- by the kind of cock that could resize a woman.

"C'mere, cucky," Katie giggled, beckoning her boyfriend to her.

"What happened? Why is it shaven?" Peter asked, staring at her sex.

"Waxed," she corrected him. "Desean asked for it." Of course it was Desean, Peter thought, a little grumpily. He was taking over their relationship.

"Anyway," Katie continued, "Desean left you a present."

"A present? Doesn't sound like him," Peter said suspiciously. But he knelt as Katie pulled him close, unable to deny his grade school sweetheart. He ate her sweet pussy, but there was a salty tinge to it now ...

"C'mon, eat my pie," Katie insisted, tugging him close and tight to her pussy, and then relaxing the tight walls, yielding the salty treat to her boyfriend. She stared into his eyes, watching them go wide, as Desean's thick load started to drool into her boyfriends mouth, dollop after dollop of cum. She half expected Peter to resist or flee, but he submitted.

"How was it?" Katie asked, with all sincerity.

"I guess it could have been worse ... but you should have warned me."

"Fair, but you'd never say yes. I'll let you fuck me if you clean your mess."

Now that was an invitation difficult to refuse.