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Michael's mind was gripped by the thought of his friend Jamie being filled with such animal lust, her pussy sliding wetly against the cafeteria seat as she hungrily sucked on his cock. It sent him over the edge once more, making him erupt into her mouth.

Michael heard Jamie moan with something between orgasm and relish as his cum filled her mouth, bathing his cock-head in his own juices, dribbling messily from her lips and onto his lap. She gripped his hips fiercely and pushed his cock to the back of her mouth, so that he was staring at the top of her short blond-haired head as his third and fourth jets shooting directly down her throat. For a crazed moment, he thought she was going to swallow his whole cock. She pulled herself up abruptly with something between a gasp and a roar, and mashed her face against his groin, smearing her face with the pooled semen there.

After a moment, she pulled herself up, looking at Michael with a look between relief and admonishment. "Don't ever tease me like that again, Michael. You shouldn't leave me hanging on with blue nipples like that."

_Blue nipples? _Michael thought, before getting the meaning. "Sorry Jamie," he said. Taking a chance, he asked, bashfully, "Do you want me to kiss them better?"

Jamie's face turned slightly red. Not with embarrassment, as he would expect from the old world, but with a mixture of arousal, and something else. "Yes," she said, lifting her shirt matter-of-factly. "Make sure to flick them with your tongue."

Michael sat up. Jamie was still seated on the stool, and made no motion to move, her expression slightly impatient. It was left to Michael to climb down fro the table and kneel partly beneath it to kiss Jamie's nipples. He obligingly lapped at each, gently flicking each with the tip of his tongue. Jamie gasped slightly.

"That's enough, Michael," Jaime said, lowering her shirt. "Sit back on the table." Michael obliged, his cock still jutting out defiantly from his lap. Jamie smiled. "Good boy," she said.

"I'm a bit high up here," he said, conscious of the weirdness of towering over her blonde head, in this world where she and every other girl is by default in a superior social position to him.

"I don't mind," she said, "so long as you don't have a problem with me mostly talking to your cock." She started rubbing her pussy.

"No, I guess that's fine," Michael said. It felt like another power move, but coming from Jamie, today, he sort of liked it. The way that she played with herself while doing it was also a turn on.