The last guy tries to tit-fuck her when he gets the chance

Jerry knew exactly what he wanted to do. Just seeing this bitch cut herself up had turned him on and he wished he could have a knife or something to cut her a little more. Once this bull got out of his way he wanted to rip her asshole open with his dick and jam it in up to her tonsils.

But before then he wanted to see what a titty fuck was like, maybe sample her cunt, and then he'd go do her tight ass. Or once tight, maybe, if the baton had stretched her.

He sniggered, wishing the big man would finish and the other guy would shut up about demons and angels. It was creepy, especially when he'd gasp all of a sudden and go half-blissful, half-pained.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, when the guy in front of him gave a last giant lunge. It nearly made the girl fall off the bean bag, which made him snigger. Damn but this was going to be great. Ever since Mary he'd been itching, just dying to get another fuck. Just because he was short and fat and wore glasses wasn't any reason for the girls to not go out with him, but they felt they were too good for him.

He'd hit on girls like this Mandy before. The ones who had the big round boobs, the tiny waists and long legs. Half of them were probably in porn, they looked just like the girls in the magazines and movies he masturbated to, but when they were out walking around town they pretended they were just normal people. Except they wouldn't put out.

He'd tried with that girl a couple of years ago, but she started screaming, and then someone came and he had to run so fast he probably looked stupid. He hated looking stupid. He hated running. And he hated stuck-up bitches who didn't put out when they were supposed to.

"You're done, get off," he told the big man, forgetting that he could probably crush Jerry. The man just looked back at him like a cow, blank and stupid, before pulling himself out with a big slurp. The girl looked kind of battered down there, and it made him happy. But first.

Jerry crawled up on Mandy, his fat body making it a difficult task, but with effort and using her tits like hand-holds, he managed to drag himself up before he grabbed his cock.

He wasn't especially well-endowed, but he was thicker than average and only a little shorter. He didn't really care about that, though. He just wanted to stop the damned itching. It was like he had bugs crawling all over him, especially in his afro-like nest of pubic hair. It was driving him nuts, and then this morning he woke up with these bumps, like they'd been biting him while he was asleep and they'd swollen into hard knots.

Of all the days for it to happen why'd it have to happen today? he thought. If it had been tomorrow he could have relieved himself in her today, enjoyed it (aside from the goddamn itching!).

"Let's see those tits of yours, slut," Jerry said, placing his dig between the battered boobs, loving the little dots from where she'd whipped her own tits. He leaned closer, spotting little black things in her skin, and dug one out. A thorn lay on her skin, or a bee stinger. He wasn't an outdoor-person and didn't care. Idly he flicked it away, watching the blood rise to the surface of the tiny wound the thorn had made.

He picked out another thorn, enjoying the slight wince she made, though it was hard to tell if it was him or the weird guy, who was giving the dumbest face-fuck he'd ever seen. Didn't this guy know she had teeth? He was moving around like he was actually trying to make her bite him. Bitch probably didn't need any encouragement.

"Look at all these thorns, he smirked down at her, though she couldn't see it with the way her head was bent back. He stretched out his hands, feeling himself balanced on her stomach, and after looking back at the door he slammed the palms of his hands down on her tits, laughing as she jerked and squealed.

The weird guy jerked too, but smiled beatifically down at her and then up at Jerry. "Thank you," he said.

Freak. Jerry picked out another thorn, then wondered why he was bothering. It was like he was helping her or something. Instead he grabbed her tits, and crushed them together around his dick.

Well fuck, he thought, this sucks. She isn't moving and I can only hop up and down. Jerry's tit-fucking was a conclusive bust as he sat on her. His short legs couldn't reach the floor and the beanbag offered him no purchase, so all he could do sort of hop up and down in an attemp to move forward. All that did was make the girl make huffing sounds and gasp for breath. Abandoning that tactic he tried scrubbing her tits up and down his dick. It was a little better, but even though they surrounded his dick he couldn't get much movement no matter how much he pushed and pulled and tried to stretch them.