Sue's disappointment

That was what Sue told herself, anyway. But over the next couple of weeks Marcus' oral attention quickly wavered. Not intentionally, between practice with the team, team games and his dad's training regime (a mysterious father Sue still hadn't met yet), Marcus was very soon too tired to do much of anything with her.

This hadn't stopped him from pestering her constantly for blowjobs however, something Sue quickly found irritating. Not simply sucking dick, of course. Sue was a true-blue slut and she loved to suck dick. Not as much as Jen, the Queen of Cocksucking as her and Ann referred to her, but she liked it just fine. But she found it irritating that Marcus could muster up the energy to actively fuck her mouth and bust several of his sizeable loads down her throat, but afterwards he was "too tired" to return the favour and quickly went to bed.

This came to a head on the weekend when Marcus invited her over to his house with promises to "make her cum so hard she couldn't walk the next day" and "eat her pussy like it was his last meal".

Sue came over and things started well. They immediately went to his room where Sue easily sucked Marcus off, letting him cum on her shirt and tits before changing it up and fucking her pussy from behind. Sue was actually having a good time of it, Marcus had found a good angle and even his small cock was feeling good while he reached around and strummed her clit as he fucked her.

Sue groaned and panted as Marcus pounded away at her. Oh fuck this feels good, she thought as his cock continued to hammer away at just the right angle, ohmygod he's actually going to make me-

"Marcus" suddenly boomed through the house, causing Marcus' body to go rigid and yank his cock out of Sue's hungry snatch.

"Marcus, what're you-?" Sue hissed, but Marcus ignored her.

"Just a second dad!" Marcus hollered back, grabbing a pair of loose athletic shorts and pulling them up, his short cock barely making a tent.

"Marcus!" Sue hissed again but was ignored.

"Babe, I'll- I'll be right back, just lemme see what he wants." Marcus told her, trying to clean himself up quickly and heading out of his room.

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Curious, Sue followed Marcus a few moments after and crept down the hall to listen. His father was downstairs at the front door, so she could easily hide around the corner and listen to their conversation.

"What do you think you're doing, boy? Are you jerking off again?!" He boomed, making Marcus blush red with embarrassment.

"Nosir, I was-" Marcus stuttered but his father cut him off again.

"Damnit boy, you can tug on that shrimp dick of yours 3 hours a day; it isn't going to make it grow any bigger. Now get your gear and let's go." He instructed, turning to the door and expecting to be followed.

"Uh dad, I..." Marcus tried, fumbling for an excuse.

Without missing a beat, his father boomed again.

"Marcus, get your shit in the car and let's head down to practice."

Without another word, Marcus grabbed his training gear from beside the door and headed out with his father. This left Sue standing around the corner, her face flushed with her aborted orgasm and her tits still splattered with Marcus' earlier load.

"Bastard" Sue cursed at being left high and dry again.

Grabbing her shirt, Sue realized that both her top and her sweater had been splattered by Marcus' earlier messy loads. Cursing under her breath again, Sue set off to find the washing machine in this huge house.

"Fucking Marcus can't even bust a load properly, of course he hosed down my clothing" she muttered, stomping through the house checking rooms for a laundry room, "this is the last straw, if he can't even bother eating me out regularly why am I fucking around with this shrimp-dicked, loser who can't-"

"Lost, sexy?" Asked a voice behind her, causing Sue to scream out in surprise.