Chapter 2

She choked herself thoroughly before coming up for air, “Do you treat a lady right too?”

I was confused. She must mean a good fuck because normally that phrase would mean dinner and drinks. I lifted one questioning eyebrow.

Brad brought his face close to mine, “She wants you to return the favor. To suck her clee-tOR-is.”

I looked back at Brad, “Her clit?”

“Clit, clitty, clitette, whatever you want to call it.” I nodded, causing Brad to smile widely while Clairette shucked her white shirt and tie.

“Well of course I eat pussy.” I thought. Admiring this girl’s bare shoulders and shapely waist. I was more than ready after too many years without. She would taste sweet as cherry pie being so young and all.

Rising, her perfect sculpted form approached. No artist nor gifted surgeon could create a more perfect being. Or did I have that wrong? Nature didn’t turn out flawless ladies like this. In fact, only an artist’s hand could be responsible.

She’d kept her bra on but just below her sternum I spied a gothic cross tattooed there on her sun-deprived porcelain skin and a hint of a back tattoo peeking out on both sides. Feathers. I guessed she had wings on her back. The artwork could only add to her well-crafted beauty.

Clairette straddled my legs creeping forward. Her girly legs were smooth and stubble free against my hairy ones.

Coming closer I smelled her powdery perfume and felt bewitched by her black lipstick. So sexy! I yearned to reach out. To take her in my arms. But Brad’s thick white slime still coated my hand which I held uncertainly up in the air and out of the way.

I felt the heat from her groin as she sat on her pedestal which was my chest.

Taking my slime free hand in hers she brought it to her lips, kissing my fingers then guiding my hand under her skirt to one lily-white warm thigh.

Next she took my gooey hand in hers. Ever so lightly she kissed one spermy finger. Brad’s cum looked delightfully tasty on her, renewed by her kiss as it was. Then the wicked vixen guided my polluted hand to my own lips.

One glazed finger was poised above my lips, then she did nothing. I looked into her pretty and darkly shadowy eyes. Wondering why she hadn’t plunged the jizz into my mouth. If she wanted to put it in my mouth I would let her. After all, it had already been in there before I spit it out.

Smiling wryly, she gave a quick nod of her head indicating that she wanted me to make the decision.

I stuck the tiniest tip of my tongue out, making contact with the fluid that had so recently been in Brad’s nuts. It was cold. Tasteless. Wet. But not so bad if this was what my dark angel desired.

This WAS all she wanted. And now that I’d taken the first step she pushed each of my fingers and the cum coated palm of my hand in between my lips with a fervent energy. She was giggling childishly while Brad held my head firm. They coordinated their efforts as if they’d done this little routine many times before. To me the proof was Brad’s re-hardening cock on the back of my neck.

She held my hand firmly, commanding me sternly to lick it all up. Brad held my head firm too, as if I would attempt an escape. I had no such plan for soon enough pliable young pussy lips would replace those fingers. I dreamed of nibbling on delicate pink labia, sucking a diminutive clit and the triumph of actually finding it, then lastly plunging my tongue into the tight chasm of raw pussy to relish the tart nectar. My favorite part was always licking the broken remnants of a torn and healed hymen as if I was offering comfort for a past harm.

Clairette knee walked closer to my face. Did I perceive the beautiful scent of a woman? I sniffed loudly, displaying my pleasure. Meanwhile Brad repositioned himself, wrapping his legs around my torso.

I craned my neck upward hoping to press my nose against the damp cotton panties which were just now visible beneath the plaid skirt. Unfortunately, Brad held my head down in his lap. I would have to be patient.

Clairette lifted herself up on her knees inches from my face. Brad spoke like the proverbial devil on my shoulder tempting me, “Beautiful, isn’t she? You want her.”

I licked my lips, “I gotta taste her. I gotta have it now.”

“Just wait, Scotty.” The slim waif removed her bra, revealing pert tiny titties and piercings.

“Wait for it.” She shook her head, fluffing long raven hair.

“I need her puss now. I can’t wait any longer!”

“Wait for it, Scotty.”

Long purple fingernails traced a line under the hem of her incongruously innocent and plain white panties. She teased me, threatening to remove the secretive undergarment, then letting the elastic snap back into place. I could stand it no more and if she weren’t kneeling on my arms I would’ve ripped those blasted panties right off of her too-perfect young body.

The evil nymph kissed my forehead then sat upright again. She removed the black satin ribbon from around her neck, draping the shiny choker on my rock hard cock as if this were a most meaningful event.

Dramatically caressing her body with flowing gestures she pinched her little boobies with a shake of her torso before bringing her fingers back down for the moment of truth.

She reached beneath the side of her underwear and with no further delay pulled the deceptive material back quicker than one rips off a bandaid.

And there before my eyes, contrasting against her pale soft skin stood a ruddy long schlong. I gasped in shock, muttering something along the lines of “What the fuck!”

Brad tightened his legs around me and his grip on my head. Clairette pushed the half hard sausage down, jamming it into my mouth before I even knew it.

I had sucked Brad’s cock not that long ago, and while I had wanted to at the time, this was different. The build up to that previous cocksucking event had prepared me. Nothing had prepared me for this.

The shock was overwhelming. Everything I’d known about her was untrue. I didn’t welcome the intrusion. I didn’t suddenly love sucking shecock. I was merely dazed.

She wasn’t a perky titted niece. She was a liar.

Clairette plowed my mouth while Brad snickered, practically singing, “Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.”

The offending appendage was long, twice as long as Brad’s, yet spongy and bendy. It easily crawled into my throat as she rocked her thin hips, never letting go of the meaty log she was feeding me.

Her eyes burned into mine, “Choke faggot. There’s nothing better than choking on a cock!”

She was right. I was choking. My airway was completely blocked. I searched her eyes: was she going to let me die? I imagined my wife returning from her trip and asking how I’d died.

I imagined the shocked and hurt look on her face when she learned I choked to death on a beautiful girl’s cock. And the thought satisfied some part of me.

Just then Clairette pulled the log away from me. She brought her face to mine while I gasped. The scary angel licked my neck sensually touching my cock with her toes as if to confirm I was still thrilled by her.

She laughed playfully, “I meant what I said. There’s nothing better than choking on a big cock and yours really makes me want to choke. Do you wanna choke on mine first?”

Brad was whispering, “Hers is better than honey. Do it! You know you wanna choke on it.”

I crossed my eyes to focus on it before impulsively announcing, “Choke me Clairette. Choke me with your big femmy clit!”

She tapped it on my lips a few times, “We’re gonna 69 so we can choke together. I call top.”

In a flash we were in the sixty-nine position and I was looking up at her cock. Guttural sounds reverberated from her mouth when she rammed her throat against the blunt end of my cock. She pulled off briefly, “Mmm, I’m really looking forward to this. And teaching you. Just trust me. I won’t hurt you or anything…not too much.”

She fed her cock into my mouth and throat slowly and carefully while the noise from the other end made it seem like she was dying.

I gagged but not too much. She plugged my windpipe briefly at first, but then for longer times.

Her lips travelled from tip to base roughly and rapidly. Brad adjusted the angle of my neck slightly so Clairette could rightly fuck my face. She was gentle despite my sputtering.

When her balls hit my lips I felt proud. I could barely believe I took it all.

Brad fingered her anus (giving me tips on how to suck cock all the while), and it was a darn pretty anus.

Just when I thought I’d seen it all he kissed her puckered brown hole, “Scotty, I’m not lying when I say she’s got the best jism. Do you want her to shoot it deep, or deposit it…right…on…your…tongue?”

I moaned an incoherent answer. “What’s the matter Scotty? Cat got your tongue? Oh, right, you’re choking on a cock. Not so straight now, are you pretty boy? Well, I promise you want it on your tongue.”

He spoke to Clairette next, “Put it on his tongue, honey.”

She pulled off, “Oh Bradley, of course I will. As soon as I feel the first orgasmic jerks in his cock I’ll let loose.”

She choked herself and me for an eternity and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

With her teeth bouncing gently into the part of me just next to my dick I shook and spasmed and knew exactly what was gonna happen next.

My first spurt had barely jetted directly into her stomach when she sadly stopped choking me. Pulling back she left her plump cockhead on my tongue and began spurting.

The seepage puddled, flooding my mouth, and this time there could be no spitting it out.

Several viscous shots later she stopped gifting me her honey. It seeped into all the recesses it could find before she plunged her cummy cock down my throatpie.

I sat up smacking my lips, retrieving the tasty goo from the places it had flowed, but also wiping tears from my eyes.

With no warning Clairette kissed me gladly, “You did it Scotty!” And she pushed my own cum back into my mouth to join the remnants of hers.

“Same time next week, Scotty?” She patted my cheek, “We could spit roast you

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