Jerry to Jerri, pt 5

Tap tap tap - Ryan non-retroactively raised Jerri's knowledge of fellatio. Her eyes lit up as the knowledge bloomed in her head mid-blowjob. Jerri went from awkwardly suckling on the tip to sliding her lips effortlessly down the shaft. Her hand went from holding Ryan's dick like a microphone to caressing the base and the balls with practiced delicacy. Ryan threw his head back and grounded when the tip of her tongue did something he couldn't even describe to the bottom of his glans.

Jerri, naked, held herself up on Ryan's legs. Her massive fake tits swung rhythmically between his knees. Her fat ass bobbed behind her, jiggling with the effort. Ryan gathered up Jerri's pony tail in his free hand and held it up like a rein, admiring his handy work. Jerri was now a far cry from the admittedly attractive old lady she had been a few moments ago and now looked like a gilfy porn star. And she was even farther from the heavy set old man - a gruff, no-nonsense bartender - she had been at the start of the evening. The old man had been afraid of the remote and all too eager to get its secret off his conscience. Now 'he' was Ryan's willing toy.

Ryan felt like a god.

He came in Jerri's mouth. She moaned in happiness. Jerri massaged the throbbing shaft with her mouth to help it along, expertly swallowing the spurting jism. As the flow stopped, Jerri gently licked the sore glans cleaned, then pulled her painted lips back and off with a dramatic pop. Jerri sank back to the floor. She jerked off Ryan with one manicured hand, drawing out the fading pleasure of the erection, and fingered herself with the other.

"Look at me," Jerri hissed plaintively. Groggily, Ryan looked down and saw Jerri beam with happiness. She continued, almost begging. "Tell me you'll remember this.

Ryan nodded and petted her curls. "I will definitely remember this."

Jerri cooed and nuzzled Ryan's balls, still softly fingering herself. Ryan continued to pet Jerri's head, but his mind was already drifting elsewhere - to the remote, to how he would use it, to who he would use it on... Tonight, in fact, he would leave Jerri as she was.. maybe change her clothes to fit, maybe... not worrying too much about how she'd make her way in a world that remembered the old her... but Ryan would get in his car and drive back into town... with a plan - a **** - a **** - half-forming in his head.

The reason Ryan had been getting black-out drunk that night was his now ex-girlfriend. Tonight had been their anniversary, and she had broken up with him at dinner.