You’re not a commie. You’ll have fun with Amy instead

“Listen, this meeting seems really… fun,” you say. “But all of these flags, the chanting, the ideology… it’s a bit much.”

“Sure, it’s a lot to take in at first,” Amy says. “But that’s part of the charm! It’s a whole new world!”

“I’m flattered that you brought me here, I really am,” you say, staring at all these ‘comrades’ busy going at it on the mattresses everywhere, lost in their collective ecstasy. “But maybe we do the other thing you suggested. Let’s go into the other room, just the two of us.”

You see the slightly crestfallen look on Amy’s face, but then she perks up.

“Okay, follow me,” she whispers. “Try not to draw too much attention to us!”

Despite her thick figure, Amy moves stealthily, and you do your best to imitate her smooth moves across the hall. You pass by Beta and Chi fucking each others brains out, Phi and Delta 69ing, while Epsilon, Gamma, and the other three guys are in some massive heap of hands and tongues and cocks in orifices that you don’t bother trying to disentangle with your eyes. A moment later, you’re in a small study, and you gently shut the door behind you.

Before you have a chance to get your bearings, Amy pulls you in by the shirt and kisses you. You kiss her back, taking the chance to grope her abundant tits. These are the most gorgeous, bounteous things that you’ve had the pleasure to handle, and you go at it with gusto.

“You like these bad girls?” she laughs, taking off her red top, revealing the red bra underneath it.

“These have to go,” you say, pulling on her bra.

“Then I think this does too,” she says, tugging on your pants.

They both do in short order. Amy looks at the bulging outline of your erection and runs her hand across it, very happy with what she sees.

“You sure you don’t want to go back and study your Marx?” she asks. “The other comrades would eat this up.”

“I’ve got a hot girl in front of me handling my junk, and you want me to go study some old manuscripts written by a dude born 200 years ago? Yeah, no thanks,” you laugh, dropping your boxers.

“Your loss,” she smiles, seeming to genuinely mean it.

“Don’t think I am losing,” you say, right as she kisses the head of your cock.

You groan in pleasure as Amy begins the blowjob. She runs her tongue up the length of your cock and then takes you into her mouth, sinking down on your length with a satisfying suction. You hold her by the shoulders, beginning to pump your hips back and forth.

“It’s not going to be a blowjob,” you say. “I’m going to facefuck you like… like capitalism fucks the proles.”

Your comment inspires her to run her fingers along your perineum, the sensitive strip of skin lighting up with arousal. You continue to push your cock into her mouth, each thrust of your cock hitting deep inside of her.

“That’s the spot,” you grunt, loving the feeling of her hot little mouth wrapped around you.

{if JeanneStalker == 1} That’s when you look up and spy a blonde girl spying on you through the windows. At first, you think it’s one of the comrades, but then you get a better look at her.

“Jeanne?” you say, confused.

She ducks out of the window just as quickly as she appeared, and Amy gives you a curious look up.

“Nothing, just… thought I saw something weird,” you say, shaking your head. {endif}

You continue face-fucking her, trying to go deeper and deeper, but unfortunately, the woman seems to have somewhat of a gag reflex. The gluck gluck sounds she makes are great, but it means that you’re not getting the depth that you want. You squeeze her tits instead, thinking that you might as well make the best of this very peculiar situation, when Amy pulls away from you. The lifeguard gives you a smirk, sidling up to you.

“Seems you like these quite a bit,” she laughs, pushing her tits together. “I think my girls would like to get to know your big guy better.”

“Let’s make the introduction,” you say, and she smiles.

A moment later, you’re seated in a chair. Amy kneeling in front of you, her huge tits wrapped around your cock. You watch as it appears and disappears within the folds of her cleavage, and you lean back, enjoying the heat and friction. Everything’s been lubricated nicely.

“Yeah, that’s right, squeeze those tits together,” you say, and she obliges further ensconcing your tool between her mammaries.

You get into it, thrusting alongside her to build up a rhythm. You feel yourself inching closer and closer to an orgasm. Maybe it’s orgy you witnessed outside, maybe it’s all the Communist rhetoric, or maybe it’s just Amy’s phenomenal rack, but the titfuck is driving you into a lust that you’ve rarely felt before. You feel yourself breaching some point of no return, and as you do, you moan: “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, cum all over my big fat tiddies,” Amy says, beaming at you as your spunk spurts out, coating her tits all over.

Your baby batter comes to a rest over her heaving breasts.

“Damn, that was great,” you say.

“Always happy to get a brother get off, even if he’s not a comrade yet,” Amy winks.

Just then, you hear a voice calling out from the main room.

“Comrade Alpha? Where’ve you gone? We miss you!”

“Shit, I got to get back to them,” Amy says. “I’ve been meaning to jump comrade Omega’s bones for the last two weeks…”

“Go for it,” you laugh, waving her away. “I’ll make my exit in a couple minutes, when you’re all distracted with each other.”

Amy +15