Extract from Jodhpurs and Jeans

Amber sucking

Fat Jeff was settling himself onto the stool, and I turned back to my task with a sigh. Of the four, he was undoubtedly the grossest, the least appealing, physically. He was not the worst. That was to come, with the humiliation of having to suck Gavin Bulmer's penis far outweighing any lack of appeal on Jeff's side. It was still going to take a lot of doing.

He had spread his thighs, and pulled up his gut to let me get at his genitals. He had pulled it all out, a great, fat, wrinkled cock, with a thick, meaty foreskin, lying on a big, hairy scrotum, with his balls moving sluggishly inside. As he'd said he wanted to come on my breasts I cupped them, holding them out in the hope that he'd sacrifice his right to a suck in return for fucking me between them, or even coming over them.

'Suck on my balls, first,' he demanded. 'I like that.'

I made a face, but I went down, to kiss the wrinkled, hairy skin of his sack, once, twice, before I could screw up my courage and take a ball in my mouth. He gave a satisfied grunt as I began to suck. I could taste him, oily and male, not too clean either. I tried to push it out of my mind, but there was no good pretending. As my mouth came wider he pushed the other ball in with one grubby finger. I was sucking his balls and that was that.

He began to masturbate, right in front of my face, his hand knocking on my nose as I mouthed on the full, fat bulk of his scrotum. I could feel his balls squirming in my mouth, a truly disgusting sensation, while he had begun to push himself into my face. His breathing was getting harder, and I was wondering if he would just come over my head when his hand closed in my hair.

As I was pulled off his balls I was praying it would be his cock and not his anus he wanted attending to next. It was, and I actually felt relief and even gratitude as the thick, stubby erection was pushed into my mouth. I began to suck hard, eager to get him off before he made me do anything else dirty. He began to fuck my mouth, hard, jerking my head up and down by the hair, forcing me to make a fanny of my mouth, as I had for Anderson. I could barely breath, and struggled to pull back, only for him to wrench my head back, grab his cock, and ejaculate full in my face and over my boobs.

I was still holding them, and it was only then I realised I had been playing with my nipples as he amused himself with me. He came, across both, spattering them, in thick, cream coloured blobs and streaks, spurt after spurt. I just let him do it, emptying himself over me, until both my boobs were slimy with it. A fair bit had gone in my face too, catching my other eye, with a streamer lying across one cheek.

He finished off between them, sticking his cock into my deep, slimy cleavage as I pressed them together to fold them in, and fucking briefly to milk out the last few drops onto his cock head and over my skin. When he at last pulled back, it was to wipe his cock on my jumper.

I look down, in disgust, close to defeat. I was filthy, my cleavage a slimy mess of well rubbed in come. Both breasts were spotted and streaked with it too, an extraordinary volume for one man. A piece even hung from my nipple, stretching as I watched, to break and land on my stomach. It was nearly too much. It disgusted me, utterly, but I wanted to play with it, to rub it in, to masturbate with it. I wasn't going to, not in front of everybody.

Even as Fat Jeff climbed to his feet, still puffing, Gavin Bulmer was jostling in to take his place. I looked up, peering from eyes soiled with his friend's sperm. He grinned. Suddenly I was close to tears, but as his thighs came open I just went down, to take his already erect cock in my mouth, as I was supposed to. My resistance was gone, broken. So many times I'd told myself that I would never, ever have anything to do with him. Here I was, regardless, down on his penis with my naked, dirty bottom stuck out behind me, my bare, filthy boobs swinging under my chest, cock sucking for him, like the dirty slut of his imagination.

He was really enjoying himself, making queer gulping noises and giving little chuckling laughs as he watched the shaft of his cock slide in and out between my lips, as I struggled to control my feelings. My body was telling me one thing, to play with my breasts, to touch my sex. My mind was telling me something very different, not to give him an inch, not to show pleasure at all, to do what I had to, and no more.

I never did give in. Not that he cared, using me as if I were no more than an aid to his masturbation. What was it he'd called me when we first spoke? A fuck-toy. Now I was, and as if reading my mind, he added one more humiliation.

'Turn over, I'll give it you up the fuck hole.'

I shook my head, despite a sudden, awful need to lift my hips for entry. I sucked harder, imagining it, me, bum up, everyone watching, willingly letting him into my body from the rear...

Even as that awful, utterly humiliating thought hit me, he came in my mouth. It was sudden, unexpected, his cock tightening, and the next instant my mouth full of his salty, slimy sperm. He held me tight by the hair as he milked himself out down my throat, and I just let him, unable to breathe, barely able to see for his friends' mess. Only when I started to choke did I try to pull back, but he held on hard, his hand locked in my hair, until a great, bubbling mass of sperm and mucus erupted from my nose, into his pubic hair and over his hand.

'Ah shit! Fucking gross!' he swore, and let go, allowing me to jerk myself off his cock, panting for breath as I sat back.

My nose and mouth were still full of come bubbles. All I could do was squat, coughing and gasping on the ground, with the mess running down my face and falling in sticky clots onto my boobs, belly and legs. Only when I was breathing properly again did it really sink in. I'd done it. I was utterly soiled, the whole front of my body filthy with men's come, but I'd done it, all four, and I didn't have to take any more cocks in my mouth.

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