Did he forget she's a dom? She wants a blowjob.

"I'm going to wear this one," Stacy gestured to the deflated Francis, "and you're going to suck me. I wanna check out how the other half fucking lives."

"Uh...Stacy...I'm not sure I can do...that."

"Oh Wendell," she said turning the chair back and forth and taking a puff off her cigarette, "I've got the gun. Plus..." she followed with a finger pointed to Wendell's groin, "You're little friend there is telling me you're not opposed to this." Wendell looked down to see that he was indeed hard.

This is...not...what I thought would happen, but it's...good?

"Uhh...I-that's from...I don't...really. Yeah..ok."

--

Francis stood, wearing nothing but his stockings. He was fully erect and gripped his cock by the base looking in the mirror. He was totally hairless and with a squeeze, a pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of his glans. "This little guy's not bad," Stacy said from inside him. "Not the same as a pussy, but pretty good so far. God, the thing just feels so tight and fucking pumped up like this. Now I know why you guys need to relieve the pressure so often." Stacy turned to Wendell still sitting on the bed, and scrunched Francis' face into a hungry, deviant smirk. She ran her fingers along the faint pectorals of Francis' body and pinched each nipple. "Crawl over here, you little runt."

She's gonna be pissed when she founds out I don't know how to do this...but she's kinda hot when she's pissed.

Wendell crawled over on his hands and knees to the standing Stacy and with a quick move of the hand she grabbed him by the hair. The pain wasn't unwelcome, but the view she presented him with was totally foreign. Francis did not have a big penis, but from this angle, not but an inch or so away from Wendell's face, the thing looked massive. The precum was a huge top mark to a massive glans that gave way to a few pumped up veins on the shaft that seemed to stretch far away. Following that was a bit of connective tissue that led right into Francis' tight scrotum. Stacy cocked his head the side a bit and pushed the tip of Francis' into Wendell's lips, smearing the precum.

"Open!" She commanded and with surprisingly little hesitation, Wendell did just that. She shoved the tip right into Wendell's mouth and he had to open a little further to accomodate the shaft. It was warm, smooth and Wendell could the feel the skin on the outside sliding around the stiff interior. Stacy let out a low moan, and unable to help herself, pushed the cock all the way to the back of Wendell's throat. This made him gag, and his eyes water. He pulled away.

"Sorry...got a bit carried away there." Stacy eased up the grip on Wendell's hair exchanging her tight fist for an open palm. Wendell, looking up into Francis' eyes saw that Stacy was genuinely apologetic, and then willingly realigned himself with her cock and eased it into his mouth. He tried to emulate the type of sucking, and rhythm that Francis had used on him. It was slow at first, but eventually he got into a sort of rhythm going in and out with the cock running over his tongue and gently hitting the rear of his mouth without gagging himself.

Here, with the warmth in his mouth, the rhythm of his movements, and the moans coming from Stacy, he achieved a kind of mechanical peace that washed over him. He was hard, dripping in fact, his knees ached, the muffled music played outside and none of that really mattered anymore. With each pulse, he was driving Stacy closer and closer to orgasm, and looking up into her closed eyed face distorted with pleasure brought him a kind of enjoyment he hadn't felt before. A control, or perhaps a lack of, that made him feel almost safe. Then Stacy began to shoot cum into the back of his throat, and the taste snapped him out of whatever trance he was in like a mallet to the face. With a wretch and a surprisingly loud pop sound he pulled back leaving the a stream of saliva from his mouth to the cock, but Stacy was not finished. Several ending spurts of cum when right over Wendell's face leaving him sticky, stunned and looking up at a very relaxed Stacy.

"Ugh...that's what that tastes like?"

"You little sissy," the cadence was feminine, but clearly Francis had a masculine voice. She laughed. "You get used to it." She fell forward, right on top of Wendell, and put her hands around his neck. Not to choke him, but control his head while she went about licking all the cum from his face. With most of the fluid licked up, she swallowed it. "Wendell, my little toy," she said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "we are going to make some big, big changes on campus."

Huh...that sounds a little...ominous?

--

Wendell stood naked in his dark dorm room while Stacy opened the door to the hall. Just like the two had done with Francis, she simply slapped his clothes back on him, tossed him into the hall, and reinflated him, leaving Full Tank Hank confused, standing shoeless in the hall and thinking that he had somehow had too much to drink. Stacy listened at the closed door, and after some time heard Hank trudge off to his dorm room. In the dark room she turned to the nude Wendell.

"Climb into bed." He did just that pulling the comforter over him self. She took a long stride over to him and sized him up like he was a plate of food. She bent over, grabbed him by his hair and forced his mouth into hers. Exploring his mouth with her tongue for a few moments she then threw his head back to his pillow. "Sleep tight, you little fuckin' creep," she said going over to the door. She opened the door and, backlit from the flourescent hall lights, she held up the rayguy and looked at it. "Meet me in the gymnasium's upstairs utility room, tomorrow, 5 p.m. And you don't want to be late." With that, the door closed, leaving Wendell alone and in the dark.

What the hell have I set loose? And why am I turned on by it?