A little mutual relief could ease some tension.

"...we've got to do something about...our situation. You can't think at all right now." Tim explained, eyes darting around his friend's nude body. Crystal's eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.

"And you're chasing off after the first hot ass you see." She showed off her own butt as she spoke, punctuating it with a giggle and a smile. "Maybe, Timmy, you could take that hard tool you seem to be hiding, and shove it past my slutty little lips. I know you'd love it, and I could probably cum just from feeling it sliding along my tongue." Crystal's soaked pussy began leaking even harder as she imagined the feel of his cock sliding down her throat, every vein and ridge sending electric currents rippling down her spine.

"You know we can't." Tim said, not entirely addressing the woman in front of him.

"But Timmy," Crystal begged him, "you need it. I need it. Please let me take care of you. Oh, I promise I'll be so good at it. I want you to use me. Mmm...I want to taste you. Please, you deserve it, Timmy." She flashed him the most pleading, seductive look she could manage.

Tim groaned trying not to lose what little of his composure he had left. "Ah, shit. Crystal, c-come with me. I have an idea."

Tim's companion let out a little squeal of joy as she grabbed her coat, and followed Tim and his throbbing cock. They searched quickly for a nearby house that they could easily access. Soon, Tim had found the back door to a small home slightly ajar, and peered inside, his caution and lust battling each other. Listening for any noise over his hammering heartbeat and Crystal's heavy, quivering breath, and, finding none, he slipped inside with the dripping wet woman. A search turned up no one, infected or otherwise, perfect for Tim's plan.

One of the bedrooms was clearly more well used than the other. The bed was a mess, and several old, suspicious stains left little doubt as to what had happened. Several pieces of woman's lingerie lay scattered about, some torn and broken. Crystal couldn't help but check them, but, disappointingly, found them to be too big for her. The other bedroom was in good order and perfect for their desires.

Tim drew the curtains closed while Crystal closed the door and sat on the corner of the bed. A lamp on the nightstand painted the room with a soft, yellowish light. "Oh, Timmy. What do you have planned, taking me to some stranger's bedroom like this?" She asked with false innocence.

"Kneel d-down here." Tim commanded, tossing a pair of pillows on carpeted floor at the foot of the bed. The command left her weak with a surge of arousal, and she eagerly sank to her knees in front of him. Her legs were spread wide, showing her glistening lips to be puffy and spread slightly from her insatiable need. Her nipples were stone stiff as she looked up into Tim's eyes with the most seductive 'Fuck-me' expression she could manage.

"Oh, Timmy! I'm all yours. Use me however...you...want." Crystal told Tim in a breathy voice, emphasizing the last words lasciviously.

"I really wish I could, b-but right now I want you to start...um, start fingering yourself." Tim's order came out uncertainly, but was obeyed without hesitation. She released a shuddering gasp the moment her hand reached her sodden folds. She closed her eyes as her fingers slid across her silky slickness, luxuriating in the sensation she had missed so desperately. When she opened her eyes into an ****, half-lidded gaze, a wide grin grew across her face; Tim had dropped his pants to reveal his beautiful, bobbing, fluid-slicked cock. In a lustful daze, she reached her free hand towards her prize, but nearly fell over following it when Tim stepped back.

"Nope, no touching it. Just keep working on yourself, and you'll get a...uh, reward. I think you'll like it." Tim chided her while gripping his achingly hard rod. As he spread his juices over his stone-like length and began languidly stroking, a shudder ran through Crystal's body, both from playing with her needy pussy and the thrill of being teased and commanded. To keep from reaching out for Tim's irresistible cock, she moved her free hand to her chest. The nipple was so hard and swollen, red and sensitive, and she began pinching, twisting, and pulling on it mercilessly. Each time, her breast would shake and jiggle, and shocks of pleasure, just shy of painful, spread across her chest. She raised her soaked hand from between her legs up to her parted lip. Catching her scent from the adventurous digits, she began to moan, but it was swiftly muffled when she pushed her slime-saturated fingers into her mouth. Without taking her eyes off of his, she popped the fingers out from between her lips, slid them down her neck, along the valley of her heaving tits, and back to the near-pool that was her swollen cunt. She plunged a finger deep between her nether-lips, and with a long, drawn out breath, pushed into the hungry void. Soon, another finger was completely buried within her, then another, as she matched the pace Tim marked with his own strokes.

Tim was approaching his limit too quickly. He was determined to actually enjoy himself, and if he was being honest with himself, this was the most fun he'd had since this disaster began. It took a titanic effort of will to slow his stroking to a crawl, but with a groan, he managed to hold off the inevitable. "Are you-ahmn-are you okay, Timmy? Am I doing it right for...f-f-for you? Oooh!" Crystal couldn't stop if she wanted to, but the submissive slut in her didn't want to let her sexy friend down.

"You're doing fine, Crystal. I just don't want to blow too soon." Tim still found his gaze fixed on his wanton companion, surges of achingly exquisite pleasure pulsing through his length and into his pelvis.

"Oh! You really know how to flatter a girl. Mmmmn...oh oh, oh god! Timmy, please, talk dirty to me. Call me a cum-craving whore. Make me beg for your cock!" Crystal craved a little submission. She craved her master, but she still loved the safe, commanding presence of the man she had been running with.

"I...well, I can try. Are you having fun...um, showing off your big tits for anyone to see?" Tim tried to give Crystal what she needed, but he was nervous to be in these untested waters.

"Yes, yes! Oooh! Look at my tits, my pussy. Please look at my body. Stroke off to me." Crystal stirred up her pussy with more urgency, wet sucking noises permeating the room. The tingling sensations spreading through her, though just a shadow of what her beloved master could give, were divine after so long.

"Hey, aren't you being a bad girl right now? Didn't your master say that you couldn't do this?" Tim asked her, an impish smile creeping across his face.

"Uhn! Nooooo..." She replied like a kid caught taking a cookie, "he only said that...that I couldn't get f-fucked."

"You told me before that you shouldn't touch yourself, either. You are a bad girl, and you know it. You're just too much of a, well...a slut to stop yourself." That had struck a chord with the girl kneeling on the floor. Her pace became erratic and she squeezed her breast as a small orgasm rippled through her. The rapturous sensation burned away faster than she wanted, so she continued to dive into her sodden cunt for the release she craved.

"You really need it, don't you? I bet you imagined yourself stuffed full of every cock you've seen out there. You just want to be used for sex, right?" Tim kept it up the best he could, still hesitant to speak so harshly to someone he liked. It seemed to have quite an effect on her, though, and the sight of Crystal desperately exploring her body was having a similar effect on him. He wanted very much to explore her body himself, but resigned to reach his own climax instead. "Crystal?"

"Uh-huh."

"You're a cum-thirsty whore, aren't you?"

"Yes yes! Oh, yes, I am."

"Do you want your reward for being a good slut?"

"Yesss! Please give it to me, Timmy!" Crystal's eyes focused quickly, first on his eyes, then his straining cock. Tim flinched as she suddenly leaned towards him, momentarily afraid that she was going to wrap her lips around his manhood and pass on her curse, but she only moved her face in front of the slick head on his dick. "C'mon, Timmy. Feed your whore. Give me what I need! Cum for me!" Crystal begged, her mouth open eagerly while she shook from the vigorous fucking her own hand was giving her. Her off hand had even joined it's mirrored twin down between her legs, and was madly rubbing her clit in anticipation of a wonderful climax.

"Here it comes! Gaaaaah!" Tim let out a groan that transformed into a shout, as the pleasure finally spiked. Every muscle in the vicinity of his cock pulled tight trying to **** every bit of ecstasy from his orgasm and every drop of jizz from his body. The pressure built until it finally released as a thick, pearly line across Crystal's face. She gave another squeal of joy when the next, even bigger blast fell into her open mouth and on her lips. More rained down on her, in her mouth, on her neck, and in the valley of her wildly jiggling breasts. Her tongue ran over her lips to capture more of her prize, her treasured reward. She finally swallowed with an audible gulp.

"Mmm...Ooooh! It's amazing. You taste so fucking good! Oh, Timmy! Fuck! I'm-I'm cumming!" Crystal shut her eyes tight and threw her head back. Mouth once again opened, she began quickly panting. Every release of breath was joined by a moan, an uncontrolled, **** moan. Her hips rolled and bucked against an imaginary lover, but her hands never stopped their efforts, even in spite if the flood of love juices spilling from her spasming pussy. With a final, drawn out groan and a deep, shuddering breath, Crystal finally came down from her climax. She fell over on her side and rolled onto her back, happily scooping up the rest of Tim's cum and sucking it off her fingers. Meanwhile, Tim, legs nearly giving out from the biggest orgasm in recent memory, had collapsed on the bed like a gelatinous mass.