Really, there was only one thing you could say, staring at this perfect specimen of womankind right there in front of you, and that was - "Hell yeah!"
Never having any doubt, Randall's smiled widened, his hands gracefully gliding over the smooth contours of his body as he leaned back and waited for you to get undressed.
You don't think you'd ever moved so fast in your life, wrestling with the pink cami as you struggled to pull off, feeling your quickly hardening penis fighting to be free from its silky prison once more. You had feared that perhaps Randall had had his fill of sex for one day, after so abruptly ending your last session and deciding to play his XBox instead. And although you'd still hoped it might happen again (even while acting like his own personal performing monkey), you really had started to lose hope. Thank God then for his libido! And for the fact that he obviously loved sex just as much as you!
"Having some trouble there?" he asked, giggling away as you tripped over yourself, trying to get the stockings detached from the garter.
"No. No trouble. No trouble at all." you lied, hopping around like a madman. The clothing being so damn tight and clingy that actually getting it off was about 100 times more difficult than getting it on. You were determined though. Having the most awesome prize waiting for you on the bed. That being an incentive second to none.
"Alright then. I guess I'll just have to amuse myself while I wait."
Finally freeing yourself from garter and panties, you looked up to see what exactly he meant by that, finding yourself gasping loudly in amazement. Holy...
There he sat, with one of his huge breasts held up towards his mouth, while his long tongue delicately teased at the protruding nub, flicking it back and forth with its fleshy tip. Circling then the entire circumference of its his dusky brown areola.
This was it. This was the show he'd promised you had you actually won the bet. He was giving it to you now just to tease you. What a fucking... magnificent bastard!
Almost as if on queue, his lips swooped down and trapped the nipple between them, pulling and sucking at it with vigor, while his sultry brown eyes remained fixed on you. When the hell had your goofy layabout of a friend become such an excellent tease? Watching him do this was making your cock throb so hard you thought it might actually blow!
"MMMmmm, yeah. So good," he moaned through a mouthful of breast, going to town on himself now as a hand then began squeezing and groping at the other one. "I taste so fucking good!" He was really rubbing it in.
Though tempted to just stand there and watch this incredible display - it being so much rawer and more sexual than the first time, back when he'd first shown you his boobs - you very much wanted to join in, and make it your mouth that was the one doing the sucking. Practically tearing off the rest of your clothing then, caring little for any sort of damage you might cause, you threw the last piece on the floor and hurried quickly towards him, your erection poised for action in your hand.
Seeing this, Randall released his now spittle soaked teat and quickly pushed out a hand, stopping you in your tracks. "Ah-ah-ah!" he said, holding up a finger, "Not so fast, Timmy boy. Before that thing gets to have its fun, you got a do a favor for me first. ...Remember?" As if to jog your memory then, he spread his legs open wide, displaying his ready and waiting sex. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
It didn't exactly take an intellectual to get what he was meaning, obviously wanting you to venture south and pleasure him first, just as you'd done earlier. Unlike last time though, there was no hesitancy on your part. You were eager to do just about anything if it meant getting to taste, touch, feel or even smell this Goddess before you.
And so, doing as instructed, you got down on your knees, placed your hands on either thigh and began to feast on Randall's vagina.
Fuck me, this is so awesome! you beamed, savoring every ounce of his remarkable flavor. Sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling, and using every single trick he'd previously taught you. Alternating between his juicy tunnel and his throbbing clit. Each little flick of your tongue producing the most wondrous reaction in Randall's writhing body.
In no time at all it seemed, Randall had cum. His sultry voice crying out in pleasure.
Now it was your turn.
While you weren't entirely sure where this new found confidence had come from (acting mostly on instinct truth be told), you figured it may have possibly been a result of spending the last several hours dressed like a total cock. After that sort of humiliation, there really was nothing else to be embarrassed about, and so you were throwing yourself into sex with Randall with as much confidence as you could muster. And what that confidence was telling you to do right now, as you finally came up for air from between his legs, was ask if perhaps he could return the favor. He did say he'd scratch my back.
The favor in question was something you'd been thinking about ever since you'd woken up this morning, having had flashes from last night of Randall sucking on your cock. You'd felt far too self conscious to bring it up earlier. But now... well, now you thought there'd be no harm in asking. After all, he could only say no.
"Wow... I... I really think you're... you're getting better at that, dude," Randall panted, his huge bosom heaving up and down with every breath as he lifted himself back up.
"Say uh, Randall, " you began, wiping the last of his juices from your lips and pulling yourself onto the bed to join him, "I was wondering..."
"Oh yeah? This'll be good..."
"I was wondering if maybe you could do what you did for me last night. You know... a blowjob."
As soon as the word came out of your mouth, the happy grin he'd worn on his face dropped, and he looked suddenly rather uncomfortable."Oh. Oh right," he replied, fiddling nervously with a strand of his hair. "Uh, I'm not sure, dude. Maybe... maybe next time. Putting a dick in my mouth, well that's still kinda hard for me, you know?"
Instantly regretting your decision, you quickly told him, "Oh no, totally. No problem. Sorry for even bringing it up." Fearing that you'd totally killed the mood.
You really should have known this would happen. He'd said it himself earlier on, that he felt odd having having a dick inside him. How would having one in his mouth make it any easier? You couldn't believe you could be such an ass!
Either the Gods were smiling down on you though, or you were just one lucky sonofabitch. Because thankfully, brushing this all quickly off, Randall then said, "I tell you what I can do instead though. How about we give your little man one of these..." Shuffling over towards you and bringing his body down so that his chest was now even with your crotch. "... A nice big-ass titty fuck!"
"Whoa! Yuh-yeah! Awesome!" you yelped, watching as the two fleshy pillows completely enveloped your dick, making it disappear within their mass and causing you to experience a sensation that (you imagined) was not unlike having it squeezed between two warm freshly baked loaves of bread. It felt incredible and looked even more so - his huge melons resting against your thighs as his arms and elbows pushed them tightly together, causing excess flesh to spill out in every direction. Beneath which, the head of your cock could barely even be seen!
"Bet you never imagined you'd actually be getting one of these off Miss. Card," he smiled, well aware that this was a scenario you'd talked about many, many times before.
"No, sirree. Definitely not!" you squeaked, watching then as he began slowly working his soft, doughy chest up and down your shaft, tightly pulling and squeezing at it with every stroke.
It felt so good. Unlike anything else you'd ever experienced before. Your penis slipping and sliding between the smooth womanly flesh, leaving behind a trail of pre-cum as it went. Not that it looked easy mind. The size of Randall's chest making it actually quite difficult to wrangle. Somehow he managed though, speeding up as your reaction grew stronger, obvious trying to please you just as much as you'd pleased him. "Oh Mr. Connors!" he suddenly moaned, completely out of nowhere, "Your big hard cock feels SO good between my tits!"
At first you weren't entirely sure what he was doing, caught up too much in the incredible sensation, but eventually you realized. He was acting again. Acting like a slutty version of your buxom History teacher just like before. His voice seductive and breathy, yet at the same time needy. She wanted you so bad! Miss. Card wanted you!
"Oh God... You don't know how many times I've fantasized about doing this to you in class..." she continued, her voice becoming more frantic as her strokes grew harder, "...while all the other students sat there and watched. You don't know how many times I've touched myself underneath the desk... to the thought of you jerking off all over my FUCKING FACE!"
"OHHhhh, sweet Jesus!" you groaned, almost blowing right there and then - this mental picture being just too hot.
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