Pleasuring the high school boyfriend out of duty

At the moment you're with your boyfriend. Well, one of them. Zachary Abrahamson, to be exact. Yes, he's Jewish, and yes, he's circumcised. But aren't all boys nowadays?

Anyway, he's got his dick in your mouth and his fingers in your cunt. You suppose it could be worse. It could be the other way around.

You see, there are certain problems with Zachary. One is that your parents and his parents have long been friends and have sworn, in spite of you being catholic and him being jewish, to have the two of you marry. That's not the big problem. It's not even the fact that he's, to put it kindly, fat, though it's related.

No it's not the 'thou shalt not have sexual intercourse before marriage' rule either. Neither of you has parents who've been very good at setting an example in that regard. It's the fact that a couple of years ago he decided that he really really wanted to be on the football team. To that end he started to 'beef up', which meant that he went from pleasingly skinny to fat. When that was apparently not enough he started to bulk up in the muscular sense. That might've been nice, but he was still fat, and to get the necessary muscles he started juicing.

What they say about steroid use and shrinkage being inversely related is absolutely true. We could whip out a ruler and I'd win. Well, lose actually.

I hadn't the heart to point it out to Zachary, though God knows (and frowns on me for it) that I'm the person who'd know best what has changed below the belt for him. What once was a pleasingly average dick was now a much less pleasing appendage.

Thankfully my other boyfriend, Jacob, has the opposite kind of appendage. No, I don't mean he's a girl, I mean he's mammoth. Porn-star worthy. I was afraid my pussy had atrophied too much to take him, but after a ton of 'taking' (just to be sure the results were correct, of course) I've concluded that I haven't atrophied significantly. I might even be going in the opposite direction. One of these days I might have to look online for a site on kegel exercises!

Right now the only stretching being done is patience. Zach's been 'riding' my lips for a long time now, constantly slipping out by mistake, and still hasn't come. It's come time to do the unthinkable.

"I want to lick your butt hole," I say, causing a noticeable jump in his diminished prick.

"Oh, but that's probably a sin. I might have to say a few hail Mary's," he worries.

"That's a Catholic thing, you're safe," I say, turning around and leaning behind him. My biggest fear when doing this, other than him losing muscle control at the moment of truth, is that he'll sit on me, snapping my neck or breaking my collar-bone. I'm kind of small in comparison to him.

"Well, do as you think best," he says, voice quivering. He'd never admit it, but he loves getting rimjobs. In fact, you'd think he'd shrunk his dick just so I've suck him there instead. Whatever, after hearing a couple of girls talk about the male g-spot being in the guy's ass I might've misinterpreted what you're supposed to do to reach that g-spot. Ever since Zach's never let me do it any other way, but he always makes me ask to do it first.

Let me tell you, whoever called it the Hershey Highway was an idiot.

Now Jacob, on the other hand, was much more my kind of flavor. As in, hardly any. I don't even regret that I, out of habit, did it one day without even thinking that I didn't need to. Now he loves it too, though thankfully not so much as he loves pounding my pussy or ass. It's a... not exactly fun, but oddly satisfying thing to do with him, not like the requirement it's pretty much become for Zach.

It is funny, however, how Zach will vibrate like one of those tiny dogs just begging to be released, and then when I'm at full extension and tickling the spot he'll yell in a falsetto voice, "Fuck!" and paint a spot of white onto the wall.

Just like now.