That night at Taylor's house...

The tit job satisfies your immediate urges and the rest of the day goes by in a haze. Once you get home you take a quick peek at the nude pictures of Taylor on the web. She obviously took them herself in her bedroom. The framing is the same in every pic, so she must have used a timer on the camera so she could take them alone. Bad shots or not, she's still fucking hot and you have to stop looking to keep from blowing your load on pictures before you get to the real thing.

After dinner you make an excuse to your parents about studying at a friends house. You run a couple of stop signs in your hurry to get to Taylor's place. Her house is easy to find, it's the biggest on the block and has a lawn that must need three landscapers to keep all the flowers blooming so perfectly. Your hand shakes in anticipation as you knock on her door.

The heavy oak door swings open to reveal Taylor, rolling her eyes at you. She's changed out of her cheerleader uniform into a tight white sweater that highlights her best assets and a black skirt that is almost as short as the skirt in her cheerleader uniform. "Gawd! I can't believe you actually came. You're such a loser."

You smile. "I'm a loser who can-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She smirks sarcastically and waves you inside in an overly dramatic fashion. You move in close as you walk past her, purposely rubbing your arm against her big breasts. She lets out an exasperated sigh, but doesn't try to stop you.

"Oh, hello," says an older woman who must be Taylor's mom. She has the same dark hair and breasts almost as large as her daughter's, although she's got a few too many pounds to be attractive anymore. "Who is this, darling?"

"He's here to..." Taylor pauses as she looks you over with an air of disappointment, though it's probably mostly disappointment in herself for being in this situation. "He's just here, all right? Come on, let's go to my room." The bossy head cheerleader grabs your arm and leads you upstairs. She slams the door behind her to make it clear that her family shouldn't disturb her.

"Okay, let's get this over with," says Taylor.

"Oh, that's not a good way to look at it," you reply as you look around the room that's already familiar from the pictures. "This is going to take a while. We're going to have hours of fun!"

Taylor puts her hands on her hips and throws back her shoulders. It's meant to make her look more intimidating. Mainly it thrusts out her fantasy fulfilling chest stuffed into the overstretched white sweater. "Look, I know I have to do what you say, but I'm not going to like it. So just tell me what you so we can get it done. You want me to suck your cock?"

It's amusing that she still thinks she can get out of this with so little as a blowjob.