Balls Deep

“Fuck, you really love my cock, don't you, you little fag?” Cassie growls with arousal, looking down at me, her cock pulsing against my face as I moan an affirmation. “I bet you'd love it, if I just pushed it straight down your throat right now, huh?”

“Mm, Mm-Hmm!” I moan against her cock as I kiss my way down her shaft, and she watches me lick all the way back up to her tip. Her fingers clench and when I kiss her crown, she pulls my hair and rolls her hips, driving herself into my mouth.

I moan softly around her, offering her pleasurable vibrations as she pushes my head down her cock until my lips touch her hilt. She groans in pleasure as the first rope of her cum pumps into my lower throat. “You're lucky I'm feeling generous!”

As my lips lock around her hilt, I moan happily in appreciation for her giving it to me. I swallow around part of her cock as I suck the rest, focusing my eyes on her hips. The wiry curls and soft skin at her base gleam with a cleanliness I can taste.

“That's it, faggot, suck me dry!” she growls with yearning, as more and more of her release pumps from her balls, resting now against my chin, into my throat. I swallow, taking her seed into my stomach, letting her fill me with her sweet seed.

Cassie holds my head down firmly, not that I'm interested in going anywhere while she's unloading. I moan loudly on her, vibrating as much of her prick as I can, and suck hard. I grind my tongue against her hilt, swallowing to stroke her length.

“You're so good at this, faggot,” Cassie murmurs, awe and delight breaking through the haze of lust, rage, and hormonal cruelty, “Fuck this is so nice ...!” She whimpers softly in lamentation when her pulsing stops, but keeps herself inside me.

I suck firmly on her hilt, swallowing around her meat until she whines softly, pulling back. Cassie doesn't sound as if she wants to pull out, but knows she must. Her eyes focus down on me as she pulls my hair, making me look up at her face.

“Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful like this,” she murmurs to me, her cock still half in my mouth, as she quickly gets her smartphone out and snaps a picture. Then she pulls out fully, using my hair to dry herself off before stowing her meat.

She clears her throat and looks at Mom. “Thank you for letting me use him, Misses Grennan. It was very kind of you.”

“You're quite welcome, Cassie, dear,” Mom replies, “The faggot spoke warmly of you, during your summer camp years, and after. I enjoyed handing him your letters from across town.” Cassie's cheeks warm as she looks at me, then back.

“I'll try to start to come around,” she says, “Not just because he's ... this ... for the week.” Mom grins but nods in answer. Cassie waves and quickly bolts back to her car because she was still technically clocked in while I worshipped her cock.

Once Mom closes the front door, she turns and motions me toward the kitchen.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 23: Family Dinner.