Jerry's place.

Sam strode in casually, looking over Jerry's condo. "God damn, it's filthy in here. Doesn't bother me, though. Obviously." She turned to Jerry. "Fuck yes I'll clean it. I'll do whatever you goddamn want me to. You're the boss, you freaky old perv."

Sam was really excited about this. Everyone she'd been attached to until now was wishy-washy about her condition and didn't really want to take advantage of it. Now that she was attached to Jerry, she felt happy and carefree for the first time since it all started. There was something she needed to tell him, though. Her phone was...

Her train of thought was blasted away when Jerry reached out and grabbed her tits. She suddenly felt an overwhelming horniness and a sense of power. "Oh fuck, Jerry, that feels amazing!" Her boobs were starting to hurt as he pawed at them but she didn't give a shit. She smiled thinking of how they outsmarted her bitch of a sister. "Yeah, fuck her, she isn't worth our time!"

Jerry was letting out little grunts of pleasure as he mashed her tits. Suddenly he pushed her up against a wall. "Take off your clothes." he growled, but she was already doing it. He started stripping, then stopped himself. A second later the nude woman was tearing his clothes off of him frantically. Once they were both nude, she smiled devilishly.

"You fuckin' pervert. Of course this is what you want." They went into the kitchen where she climbed up onto the counter. Jerry opened the fridge and got out a can of whipped cream. He grinned. "This is gonna be awesome." She shivered as he coated her torso and chest with cold whipped cream. A tingle ran down her spine as her nipples hardened under it. She thought about the gentle swell of her tits and thighs and shivered again, this time with arousal.

Jerry began to slowly lick the cream off of her body, groaning with pleasure the whole time. For her part, Sam was trying to stay still. She knew Jerry wanted it, but god damn if she wasn't horny as hell. His rough tongue over her taut flesh was lighting up her nerves, and the secondhand feeling of his arousal as he tongued her nubile body was overwhelming. She laughed as his tongue tickled her belly, then immediately went quiet. A dumb bitch like her should know when to keep her mouth shut.

As he finished it off, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into a sitting position. "My turn." Sam followed him into the bedroom, where he lay on the bed and squirted whipped cream across his cock. She shivered, feeling the cold sensation again. "Think you can make it thirty seconds without nutting in my face again?" she asked haughtily. In response he grabbed her head and shoved it between his legs.

She gulped down the cream until she found what she wanted. The moment her tongue touched it, an electric jolt went down her spine and she gave a very unladylike grunt. She pulled the whole thing into her mouth, wondering briefly when Jerry had last washed it. The thought was soon drowned out by an overwhelming pleasure. As she crudely bobbed up and down, the old man tensed his thighs. This time she had a little more warning - unlike last time, he lasted almost two minutes. He released a long groan and pumped feebly as a trickle of semen spurted into her mouth. This time she swallowed it immediately and fell back down, a satisfied look on her face.

She looked him over. They were both panting hard, but Jerry's face was a deep red and he was periodically coughing and wheezing. "Do you need a glass of- oh, ok." She realized that he didn't need water, he needed a break from the dumb bitch who gave sloppy head. She walked out of the bedroom and started to put on her clothes, but thought better of it. She should stay nude and covered with spunk while she cleaned the place up.