Blake and the Blowjobs

(All characters in this story, that do anything erotic, are at least 18 years old)

His cockhead was slipping in and out of my mouth never leaving my lips, my tongue danced around him. I gently stoked his spit-wet balls. It was bliss, in just a moment I would ask him to fuck me properly. I forgot his name. I looked up and his faced was stupefied with pleasure. He was Brian’s friend. He suddenly exploded in my mouth coating my lips with cum, wonderful cum. I adore a mouth full of cum, my nickname is Suckin', but I wanted to be fucked.

Licking my lips, I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him down and commanded him to eat me. In a daze he kissed around my kitty, getting closer with each lick. Then he hit the spot and I moaned with pleasure, he lapped up the juices dripping out of me. I rode waves of joy as he cleaned me up. I hadn’t mentioned that there was already a couple other guy’s cum in there today, but that should just be assumed these days.

As he continued to eat me out, I looked over at Brian. He was giving his little sister a good fucking; his tight buns were bouncing up and down as he drilled into her. I felt a twinge of jealousy. I would get him later.

Now don’t be a prude, the admonitions against such family fun are a thing of the past. There is no chance of a pregnancy and these days nobody’s brother and sister have the same seed, just the same mother. It is just, convenient.

Now back to the issue at hand, I can’t spit, that would be rude. But I and getting too fat from all of these men.

According to Danny, one of my fuck buddies, I'll eat anything standing still or even moving slowly. But Mother said nonsense, he does for her too. I simply have a high metabolic rate.

Danny answered, "You haven't had it checked, so how do you know? Suckin', stand sideways and let me look at you."

Junior said, my annoying kid brother, "She hasn't got a 'sideways,' " and let loose a perfectly horrible prepubescent laugh. Of what use is the male of the species before the age of consent? Later on, they are bearable, even indispensable-at least I would find it difficult to dispense with Blake, although Junior may never be useful.

That's how I went on a diet. I need to give fewer blowjobs and have the boys arrive in my kitty, or on my face, or in my ass… There are so many other possibilities. And a lot of it has to do with Blake, more on him later...