Bill wants a blowjob

Bill lays his hand on your cheek and strokes your face.

"I want to feel your mouth," he says and begins to tease your lips with his thumb.

You part your lips and slide out just the very tip of your tongue so that his thumb grazes it each time he rubs it across your mouth. You release your hold on his cock and grab Bill by the wrist. You turn your head and engulf his thumb in the warm wetness of your mouth.

"Oh, yeah," Bill laughs.

You look him in the eyes and bob your ovalled lips up and down his thumb several times before pulling it from your mouth. You swirl your tongue all over it. He groans, obviously anticipating the feel of your mouth on another part of his anatomy.

You don't make him wait long. Bill rolls onto his side and you roll onto your stomach and slide down to face his hard cock. It's wet with your mixed juices and rich with the damp aroma of sex. You prop yourself up on your elbows, your large breasts dangling between your arms and your hard pinkish brown nipples dragging on the sheet.

You wrap your fingers around Bill's shaft and lean your mouth towards his cock. He watches, his hand stroking your back, as you stick out your tongue and gently begin to tease his cockhead. You taste the salty residue of your juices and you lick up the traces of his cum clinging to the edges of his pulled back foreskin.

When you finally close your lips around Bill's hard cock he shudders and his dick twitches in your mouth. You suck him slowly, stroking his shaft as you gently massage his head with your lips and tongue. The only sounds in the room are Bill's breathing and the soft wet murmur of your lips sliding around his cock.

You gradually increase your pace. Bill begins to moan and he reaches behind your arm to play with your breasts. His strong hands squeeze and stroke your tits and lightly pinch your nipple as you work your mouth up and down his cock. Your saliva begins to ooze down his prick and your stroking fist makes a wet slapping sound each time you slide it up and down his dick.

"I'm getting close," Bill warns.

You pop his swollen cockhead from your lips and turn to look at him, a lazy smile on your lips.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" You ask.

"I want to watch it," Bill admits.

"Mmmmm," is your reply as you suck him into your mouth once again.

In a few minutes you feel his balls shrink from your fingers and his cock begin to swell in your mouth. You pull your lips from his cock and open your mouth wide. You extend your tongue and rest it beneath his cockhead as you stroke him with your fist.

He watches with great excitement, his breathing becoming ragged and heavy.

"Oh yess," he moans. "Yes, take it. Here it-ahhhh..."

Hot cum spurts from his cock and across your lips. His salty load splatter across your tongue and drips from your mouth onto the sheets. Thick globs ooze down the back of your throat and you swallow them. As the last spasms work up Bill's hard cock and deposit his semen on your tongue you close your lips around his cockhead. You lick and swallow as you suck the last pearls from his cock.

When you're finished you curl next to him on the bed. He pats you on the butt and thanks you for living up to your end of the deal.

"It was fun," you confess. "Why don't you come with us?"

"No," Bill's mood darkens.

"There are other survivors," you say. "We could..."

He grows suddenly angry and he pushes you away.

"No, I said," he shouts and sits up. "Get your things. Take whatever you want. Take everything. Just leave me."

You dress in a hurry, fastening your gun belt around your waist. You wonder what you have done wrong. What it hurt to ask him to come with you.

As you pass back into the living area of the small house your eyes catch on the small graves outside the window. You realize what Bill means to do a moment too late. The shotgun is loud in the confines of the bedroom. Your heart catches in your throat. You don't need to go back to know that Old Bill has killed himself.