To ruder entries*

Stacy wasn’t quite sure what she had expected… but this was rather straight to the point. No sooner had she put down her bag and lowered herself onto the cold floor… than suddenly she was faced with the flopping entity of a limb she knew well.

Yet from above it was Terry’s voice that still sounded more anxious than anything.

“Umm… you might have to… warm it up a bit… or something… Sorry!”

The practiced young cocksucker was still almighty confused about what was really going on here… or how to fit any of this into her view of Pete’s brother… Had he just apologised? While demanding fellatio for the price of not selling her darkest secrets to the world?! Stacy couldn’t quite get her head around it… but before her was something she most certainly knew how to get her head around. Terry’s weapon was not quite the size of his brother’s, but it was still a fine piece of meat for her to get her lips around. She didn’t hesitate. Explanations could wait, giving a blowjob was hardly a grand task to ask of her these days.

The older boy seemed reassured by how easily she took to her task. He tangled an encouraging hand into her hair and began talking at a rapid pace.

“Thanks Stacy. I’m so glad Pete made friends with you… but I had no idea you were… that kind of girl…”

The ‘that kind of girl’ looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, but was struggling with her own quandary too. Things weren’t… progressing as fast as she was used to? That was never a problem she’d had before…

Terry balked a little, as if still worried he’d upset her. “I mean… I’ve never had much of a chance to hang around with ANY girls to be honest… so I wouldn’t know a ‘slut’ from any other type… I’ve just heard the other guys in class talk about them…”

The boy smiled down at her, trying to bridge the gap between them. “So, like I said I was so happy to find out YOU were someone who liked to do this kind of thing… I’ve always thought we had a kind of… connection, you know?”

Stacy was FINALLY getting somewhere with his dick, though it was taking every trick she had learnt to this day. Mark or Peter would be a puddle on the floor by this point. Still, she found a moment to send a slobbery smile upwards. So that was it… he was just another poor virgin looking for a chance to throw away that title. She’d never realised just how detached and naive the young man was though… to not have hung around with enough real girls to even realise the mythical ‘sluts’ that boys talked about in their locker rooms were about as genuine as fairies, nymphs or dragons. Well… mostly, she thought, through a mouthful of eagerly gargled cock…

Terry seemed pleased to see her confirm her own contentment to be used as an easy access test chamber… and almost surprised at the extent of his own reaction to it. He let her run her slathering magic up and down the length of him for a few more minutes, before gently tugging her back upright. Stacy had expected a want for a tongue-swirling kiss at that point, and puckered up all ready… but the older boy seemed not to even notice. He was looking through the small window behind her, out over the crowded seats. Still, she could easily guess what next would be required of her. Stacy turned around before he even needed to ask… dropping her panties to the floor. She planted her hands upon the wall and craned her neck up to see out as well. There was a clear view of the screen from here, she realised, she could blink images of sun-drenched bodies on a tropical beach into view. Some kind of spy thriller was clearly unfolding, ridiculously suave and muscled men chasing each other past bikini clad femme fatales.

Behind her she could already feel the exciting tension of a penis planning its entry route. She didn’t want to turn and look. Wanted to hold on to the anticipation until she could just FEEL this new slab of meat slide into her. Her third ever entrant. Another heart she held dear, gaining everything he needed from her lurid little form. It made her so happy to think of all the pleasure she could bring to these darling, innocent creatures. The genuine, beautiful souls which the rest of her shallow-minded sex simply wouldn’t give a chance. Stacy was filled with all this golden, ambivalent grace: Pride in herself as the slut they so needed, as she felt the gentle kiss of his helmet against her rear entrance…

Then shattered into a thousand screaming shards as she felt him drive straight into her rectum.