Community Service Pt.4 (Patreon)

Hi all!

Part four of the 'Community Service' Series is here! In it Zack tries to keep his secrets, but his sister is gunning for Peach's dick, and things with P begin to escalate.... 

Still managing to get stories written, but had to comb over this a few times to really get it to the right standards, hope you all enjoy! (there are a few series I am also working on, so keep your eyes peeled!)

           TSG123 x

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“Zackie, why aren’t you eating your breakfast?”

The bowl of soggy oats looked quite un-interesting to Zack as he swirled the mixture with his spoon.

In truth he’d been getting used to the taste of Peach’s so much that he found himself almost wishing he could add some to his breakfast.

“Honestly, what’s gotten into you…” sighed Ava.

He didn’t respond, trying to contain a cum-flavoured burp, eyes flicking to Peach who smiled back so wide that the reflections in her spotless teeth hurt his eyes.

Ava sighed, also turning her attentions to Peach.

“So what are you up to today?”

“Oh just studying Miss Harris… I’ve just gotta say you’re looking beautiful this morning, is that a new hairstyle?”

Ava waved away her compliment whilst blushing.

“Well not particularly, but.. I did try a new conditioner…”

Zack stared down at his oats, trying not to think about Peach flirting with his Mom and how the off-white colour looked exactly like a puddle of cum, shifting his butt to make the soreness in his cheeks a little less distracting.

‘A bad start to the day….’

It was about to get worse.

“Hey, how do I look!”

All eyes turned to the doorway, and all of them fell out of their respective sockets as a young figure strutted through, clad in thigh-high black stockings, a pin-skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass, and a translucent top which showed off pert breasts with a stringy bra behind it, and a slim waist.

“…Jennie?” uttered Ava.

Zack burped, and then grimaced as his sinuses thrummed with the salty flavour of testicle soup. Apparently labelling this morning as merely ‘bad’ was an understatement.

Peach in particular was having a hard time looking away from his sister, whilst Zack’s eyelid quivered uncontrollably.

Jennie curtsied with a smile.

“Do you guys like it?”

“Well… what, exactly, is this new um… style?” said Ava, spoon stationary and halfway between her mouth and bowl.

Jennie cocked her head.

“Just trying a new look… what do you think Peach?”

Zack detached his burning irises from her, snapping to Peach who had adjusted her chair so she was wedged against the table and bending oddly forwards, her cheeks a light shade of pink.

“OH uh… yeah… nice…”

Jennie turned one knee inwards.

“Not beautiful like Mom?”

“Uh, of course,” she croaked, “really beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Her hand brushed over Peach’s shoulder as she sat down and Zack felt a trill of enjoyment at seeing Peach looking flustered, whilst hating his sister for what she was trying to achieve.

Ava decided that moving on was the best solution.

“Right.. well.. What has everyone got planned for today?”

“You already asked that,” muttered Zack.

“Well, I was thinking me and Peach could complete the cave mission on War-dogs, we couldn’t do it all yesterday!” said Jennie, placing a hand on the girl’s thigh.

Peach’s cheeks went a deeper shade of red.

“Uh, no… I gotta…. see some friends….”

“AWwwww really?”

“Oh, I thought you didn’t have any plans?” said Ava innocently.

“I-I forgot…”

Jennie’s hand squeezed as she pressed her arms close, engorging the tops of her breasts in Peach’s direction.

“Are you sure?”

Peach had to pull the words out from somewhere in her stomach.

“Y-Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, okay...”

Jennie leant back in her seat with a pleased expression, and Peach turned back to her breakfast, no longer processing the bowl in front of her as she hunched a little further forward in her seat.

Ava’s eyebrows rose in worry.

“Oookkayyyy… and you Zack?”

Zack stopped jabbing the paste he had created.

“Urm… searching for jobs… some music maybe…”

“Okay, well…. Not too much music, yes? I don’t want you stuck on that guitar for the whole day.”

“Well, better than a games console,” he muttered.

“Hey!” Jennie said rising to her feet. “You shut your mouth!”

“What, you just get to waste time because you moan so much!” snarled Zack, pushing off the table.

Ava interrupted the two of them with a sharp word.

“Ah ah, you two, none of the attitude please!… Oh goodness, what’s that….”

Her nostrils quivered, and Zack’s eyes widened as he sealed his mouth tight.

“..Goodness….”

She seemed to realise the scent and a blush settled on her cheeks.

“Ah… anyway… Jen is on holiday… so she is allowed her free time.”

Zack didn’t dare open his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she muttered, “I should be allowed to have fun, right Peach?”

Jennie’s hand continued to rub Peach’s leg, and Peach looked like she had resurfaced from a long stint underwater, breathing shallow.

“Well uh… I gotta go actually….”

She stood up and turned without looking at anyone.

“Oh, Peach, aren’t you going to say bye?” said Ava, confused.

“Yup, bye,” she said, stilted.

As she walked out Jen called after her with an innocent voice.

“But what about Zacky-poo?”

“….Right.”

She shuffled backwards, planting a violent peck on his forehead, and strode into the hallway.

Zack had spied a crotch bulge tenting her skirt and felt his mouth water, but the feeling was ruined by the fact that his sister was the reason for it.

‘Am I really getting jealous of my sister for turning on that psychopath?!”

“I’m full,” he muttered, pushing his bowl away.

“Oh, going so soon?” tittered Jen as he shuffled from the table.

“Yeah.”

“Welll actually Zack,” Ava interrupted, “could I borrow you?”

“Aw… Mom…”

Her eyes narrowed.

“No lip, come.”

He slouched out to the now empty hallway followed by his mother, who stood in front of him, arms crossed.

“Take your sister shopping.”

“What, you can’t be serious!”

“Do I sound like I’m joking? Goodness Zack is… that smell you?”

Blood rushed to his head.

“UH I’m not sure!…. Maybe it’s that new deodorant.. uh…. Peach got me…..”

She wrinkled her nose.

“Right… Well… Look Zack, maybe use your old one and then go to the mall with Jen, I can’t because I’m doing a yoga class at eleven, and you need to make up for her birthday anyway.”

“But I went with her to the cinema yesterday!”

His Mother seemed to grow, shadows lengthening, and Zack realised he had made a mistake testing her.

“So you think that one cinema trip makes up for not bothering to get her a gift, FOR THE SECOND YEAR IN A ROW?”

He wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Clearly, you don’t take much notice of what people around you are feeling.”

He shrivelled.

“Zacky… She is lonely. Perhaps you might finally understand why she’s so attached to your angel of a girlfriend! At least someone seems to be using a little empathy in this household!”

Zack’s toes curled thinking of the real reason that Jennie wanted to get close with Peach. In that moment, he felt his mother was more stupid than she had ever been, and wanted nothing more than to bring her reality crashing down around her ears. About Peach. About Jennie.

He swallowed it in, seeing the motherliness in her expression as she rubbed her temple.

“I’m sorry Zack, but… please try to put yourself in her shoes… and perhaps do the same with your girlfriend when you get the chance! God help you if you lose her too.”

“I… sure.”

“And please shower.”

He pulled down the cum burp threatening to embarrass him even further.

“…Yhhup.”

***

“Soooo let’s get something for Peach!”

“… Like what.”

“Like… some lingerie.”

Zack clenched his fists, attempting to keep his voice down as they wandered through the mall.

“Look, I’m driving back without you if you keep pulling this shit about Peach. You don’t know her like I do.”

She cocked her head.

“Oh yeah? Because you’re Zacky-poo? Well, I want her, and I know she’ll be happy with me… you could even get something for that other girl, seems like she’s the one you really want.”

At this he paused.

P… in lingerie.

The thought was mouth-watering.

“Well.. Perhaps..” he said cautiously.

“Okay then.”

With that she strutted off, winding through the gleaming mall with Zack trailing behind her through pockets of idle shoppers, coming to a stop in front of a humungous pink store that seemed like it might blind him if he stared for too long.

Zack’s face fell.

A petit lady in a tight black dress was standing at the front door to what looked like a Father’s worst nightmare with a wide grin on her face.

“Welcome to frillies!”

Polka-dot swimwear, frilly white panties, black suspenders on curvy mannequins placed in suggestive poses…

“You can’t be serious,” he uttered weakly.

“Excuuuuse me, but I want to see Frillies, you can wait outside if you want.”

She added a dismissive hand gesture to reinforce the point.

Zack felt like he was going to shrivel up, eyeing the various women wondering in and out and realising how many were sporting either subtle bulges between their legs or wearing skirts which might hide such an accompaniment.

‘Oh God…’

Every fibre in his being told him to run, but his sister’s expression, and Mom’s stern words in his head forced him to summon his courage from somewhere in his shoes.

“No… it’s…. it’s fine….”

God knows what might happen if his sister was left in there alone.

Jennie almost skipped inside, Zack traipsing behind like he was being dragged into a warzone, every woman potentially packing a bazooka in their pants.

‘How did I never notice all the tall, assertive women in this town before?”’

As if on command a redheaded older woman’s head snapped to them like a hawk spotting its evening meal.

‘Fuck.’

“Shall we… go there?” Zack uttered, pointing to an area of the shop opposite to the rakish woman.

“Okay!”

Jennie scampered off with Zack following, trying his best to avoid eye contact with everything and everyone, which immediately proved difficult as girls began to observe the young man accompanied by only one slender, distracted companion.

A bullish woman in exercise gear noticed him walking by and grabbed his shoulder from behind, whispering in his ear.

“Hello gorgeous.”

“S-sorry… that’s my girlfriend…!” he managed to whisper to the lady with muscles popping from every possible seam in her body, as Jennie leaned into a rack of bodices up ahead.

The woman growled, the smell of acrid perfume lingering as she reluctantly released him.

‘Shit…. This is BAD.’

The woman stomped away, and Zack mimicked Jennie’s shadow as she moved onto another section.

“Oooh look at these! Does Peach like Pink?”

“Dunno,” he muttered, head swivelling.

“Woowwww boyfriend of the year.”

After Community service class, it was like the veil had been pulled back. Now hung, aggressive women were everywhere. Someone squeezed his ass and he shot forwards, looking back at a young blond sporting pigtails and braces, probably no older than twenty.

‘Why did we have to come here…!’

His sister seemed oblivious, lost again in her own world of wonder, goggle-eyed as she put her hand up to a pair of crotchless panties.

“A-are you sure about those?” Zack muttered, as footsteps approached him from behind.

Jennie briefly shot him a disgusted look before marching on and Zack was about to follow when a hand closed on his wrist.

He didn’t have time to groan because the other hand was already sliding through his hair, someone taking a sharp sniff of it, and when he looked back, the girl’s face was eager, braces pushing against his cheek.

Zack dredged up what little sporting experience he had to pull away from the young blond, snatching his wrist away and rushing onwards.… to find no trace of his sister.

‘What… where did she go?!’

He tried not to poke his head too high over the aisles as many pairs of eager eyes screamed in his vision, instead rushing past bras with polka dots, red tassels and a wall of handcuffs with various levels of fluffiness that gave him no answer.

‘Maybe this way?’

He grimaced as he slid through two fearsome-looking ebony-skinned girls, not waiting to see if they noticed him only to knock past a tall, lithe brunette in yoga-pants, her ass so tight that it looked like the muscles had been moulded out of fibreglass.

He couldn’t help but turn back and stare.

A throat cleared.

His gaze crawled upwards, past plate-like abdominals, and a small perky chest, to monstrous, unblinking eyes.

They seemed almost entirely dark, like a tiger seeing prey.

“Oh… S-sorry….”

She had the darkest eyes he’d ever seen. Even Peach’s dour countenance didn’t possess the animalism in the woman’s stare.

He knew it had been a fatal mistake to look back, confirmed when she turned the rest of her body and revealed the front side of her yoga-pants sporting a ludicrous crotch bulge that looked more like a codpiece from some sort of pantomime, a hammer that would probably cave him in from both ends if she managed to get her hands on him.

‘How does she walk with that between her legs..?’

“Uh… Jen?….” he whimpered, as the woman began to close in.

He turned his head desperately, searching for an escape, and managed to catch a glimpse of his sister’s hair in the distance, already ascending the stairs to the second floor.

“Je-!”

A hand came down on his shoulder, and he turned directly into the sharp, smouldering countenance of the brunette.

The hunger emanating from her when their gazes locked was terrifying.

Before he had time to so much as whimper the woman was on him, pulling him easily into her powerful embrace, and the thought of crying out was nullified by her hand already around his waist, her thigh sliding between his legs and shoving against his crotch, taking his breath away.

“Hi.”

Her voice was strangely high and soft, like a nursery teacher, at odds with the blinding white teeth on show ready to tear him limb from limb.

“NNnh-!…H-hi…” he croaked… “I have a girlfriend…..”

“Well that’s a shame… I guess I’ll have to be your Mama then…”

She sat her package on his leg like an animal, heat emanating from it, and Zack could feel it already growing. It might have been around ten inches, but he hoped he was overestimating.

‘God it’s huge…’

His own dick was achieving a similar state, semi-erect from the moment he had walked into the shop, now begging for stimulation which she sated with more heavy rubs from her muscled thigh, making him sigh before pushing him into a quiet corner up against a mannequin sporting fishnet tights.

“HN!”

“What’s your name sweety.”

He thought about trying to run, and for a brief second pulled back, but she merely slid her hand down his pants and put her finger firmly on the stop button between his cheeks.

“HNnn… ooooohhhuhhh……..S-sorry, I’m sorry….”

She oscillated the finger, slipping just the tip beneath his rim as her cock throbbed on his leg.

“I don’t mind clumsy boys…. But I detest impolite ones…. Now... What’s your name sweety.”

“Z-ZACKkKknnn..”

She made sure to push her leg a little further into his crotch, jamming herself into and around him like a hot, muscled jigsaw piece, and Zack whimpered as he felt the walls closing in, the same as Peach’s first time moulding him into her plaything.

‘Her cock is pulsing on me… I can feel her heartbeat…’

When she pressed close her smell was sweet, like toffee or caramel, and when her mouth wove towards him there was a little hint of bitterness that suggested she’d recently taken some breath-mints, confirming it when her tongue slid between his lips and the flavour of spearmint infused his mouth.

Zack moaned into the kiss as she combined it with a slow grind, their hips fused together, her left butting into his, his left firmly against her hardness.

The stimulation melted they boy into her arms, the woman’s cock almost harder than his leg, raging for sustenance as she humped it against him, her guttural rumbles vibrating his brain as they shared hot spit, mainly hers, flooding his mouth with arousal.

He sucked it like a starving man in the desert.

‘Drown me.’

She sated his need and ate his face like it was her job, the two of them now engaged in a rut so lurid that it wouldn’t have been any more lurid if they had been repeating the manoeuvre naked, two tango dancers sealed at the face and crotch.

Steady hands pulled down her shirt to reveal quite large nipples on small breasts, Zack scanned briefly if anyone was able to see them before his head was guided straight to her firm, aching olives, latching on like a new-born babe.

They began a more loving embrace, him closing his eyes as he sucked at her tit, her nursing him, eyes lidded, muttering sweet nothings.

Her hips still ground into him even harder.

‘God it feels like she’s going to fuck her way through me…’

He would have hated how unable he was to resist strong, hung women, that is if a thought had been running through his head other than how delicious she tasted, the firm earthiness of her body tempting him to go further south and explore her true depths.

She seemed to be having a similar idea, taking a firm hold of his hair and pulling him free of a nipple which he refused to let go of, sucking it as far from her body as it would go before it sprang free of his mouth with an audible *POP*

“MMMhhhuuuhh…” woman groaned, rubbing the swollen, drenched nub pointed directly on Zack’s forehead.

Then he was being forced to his knees as she gestured to her crotch where a wet spot was growing.

“Take it out.”

Was he really going to suck a third dick in less than two weeks?

He looked around for his sister but saw only a few women smirking and the young blond from earlier, watching on with jealousy rife on her features.

“C-can we go somewhere…”

The brunette growled and shoved her hand unceremoniously into her pants, withdrawing a salami with veiny skin and a cut head, helmet oozing white slivers onto the floor.

“No.”

Nine and a half inches from base to slit.

The smell enveloped him, and he found himself once more being light-headed for dick as it edged towards his trembling lips.

A voice cut through the moment.

“Uh.. excuse me…”

He almost collapsed with relief as his saviour approached.

The atmosphere turned in an instant, the brunette’s teeth clenched into something far less attractive than her grin from earlier as a member of staff walked up to them, a man of around thirty years of age, a little taller than Zack, sporting glasses and slightly receding hair.

The woman rippled like she was ready to rip his head off, turning to eye the source of the interruption, and that one look was enough for the man to take a step back, fiddling with his collar.

“Erm… I apologise but.. Is everything alright?”

She grunted.

“You’re cute…. Piss off.”

The man’s lip straightened.

“I… I’m sorry but…. I can’t let you do this here, it’s store policy…. Maybe I could be of assistance…?”

The woman’s cheek quivered, and then she dropped Zack to the floor like a sack of potatoes, marching towards the man whose eyes grew wide as she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his knees.

“You know what? You’re right.”

“M-miss, I’m not sure th-RGHHMMPHHGLHH….!”

She didn’t slow down, almost running her cock down his throat, and Zack winced in horror as she shoved it all the way to the hilt, the man squealing and then retching as two coke-cans worth of penis clogged his airways, hands up against her hips in a protective pose which achieved nought but to make him look even more feeble against woman who was standing above him, legs wide, bicep flexing as she tried to pull his mouth over her balls.

The two shook as they adjusted to their new positions.

Zack ogled at their fusing together as the man gagged, drooling onto the lady’s crotch stubble and hairless balls whilst she threw back her head, tongue at the side of her mouth.

Clearly the man wasn’t against the idea of sucking her cock as his eyes closed, moaning into it.

Zack checked around the near area of the store and wondered how this wouldn’t be noticed, until he realised the music was being raised subtly, and turned to see the petit hostess in the distance turning a dial with a grin on her face.

‘Is everyone here insane?!’

Preservation instincts kicking in, Zack tried to slink between two aisles of accessories.

“HEY, you better stay and watch this sweety!” keened the woman, an evil smile on her face, thrusting her cock into the man’s cheek so it bulged obscenely, placating him like a dog with a bone as he whimpered, sucking in the taste, the smell of her musk.

She seemed particularly succulent as the man’s eyes fluttered towards the ceiling for a moment.

As Zack tried to process the fact that he was standing there like an idiot watching a woman fucking a man’s face, a hand intertwined with his.

He looked back in surprise to see the blond girl.

The brunette growled, bent over her prize.

“Back off. He’s mine.”

The young girl raised her eyebrow and gave the sunniest smile she could behind her braces.

“…Piss off,” the woman added, gesturing with her head.

The girl peeled her eyes, but did as commanded, squeezing Zack so hard for a moment that he winced, watching her go with a wary stance.

“GHLHH!”

The staff member then slobbered over the floor as the brunette began exorcising his face of any honour it possessed.

“OHHhhhh yes… My God…”

Their voices were not quite drowned out by the K-pop music beating from the speakers above.

‘Maybe if they really get into it I can slip out…’

“GLGHHH…MMmhhh…”

The man whinnied around the thick shaft, seemingly getting into a rhythm, and Zack let out a low whistle as slavishly brought his face up to the tip and then slammed himself back down, deep-throating like a pro.

‘…Wow.’

The brunette’s face morphed into surprise as he began to take control of her arousal, slathering his tongue along the sides and forcing her to bend over through sheer pleasure, a look of pained release on her face as he went beyond her desires, moaning and grunting like a starving dog finally being fed a meal.

“HOoooh!.. Cute b..ooohhhyyy…”

The woman could barely form facial expressions, chest heaving as a demented smile flickered on her face.

The sounds of cock-sucking began to fill the vicinity, a few women turning to watch with smirks, before continuing on.

*GLH-GLH-GLHHHH!*

The woman was losing all control to the man, who was fervently polishing her nob like an A-grade porn-star, bouncing on his knees as he worshipped every raging inch of her hardness, pulling a trickle of semen onto his lips, which he moaned into, making sure to dribble it across his face.

The Brunette simply stood and took the pleasure he was forcing upon her, knees trembling.

“OOHh…OOoooh!”

Her bullish grunts made Zack blush, but his arousal was tempered just as the pair were really getting into it, as he spotted a ghost creeping directly towards them.

Zack’s eyebrows rose as the blond girl padded closer, placing a hand beneath her skirt, laser beaming towards the brunette’s peachy rear end, two sweet buns contained within yoga pants.

He dimly remembered that he should go find Jennie, but there was almost no chance of him not witnessing what was about to take place.

The woman seemed to notice only when the girl was directly behind her, not realising the danger she was in.

“Hey, did you… Hnn… not hear me the f-first time?!”

The girl licked her lips and unslung something from between her legs.

Zack’s asshole twitched.

The fact that she had a cock was not surprising.

What was surprising was the fact that the young girl was packing a monster.

Twelve inches. It looked like a dinosaur, veins forming a roadmap across the surface, the uncircumcised head so hard and flush that the skin had been completely pulled back by the sheer tautness of it.

He realised she had even taken the time to lube it, as it shone under the moody shop lights, and the girl held it like it was almost too heavy for her body, before grinning eagerly as she lined it up…. and grabbed onto the hips of the brunette.

“Hey, what the f-“

The woman’s face morphed from one of gratification to one of shock upon perceiving the vessel preparing to set sail in her rear end.

“-WAIT what the H-!!”

The blond girl sneered and pressed, not even bothering to lower the yoga-pants, and the woman whimpered as it pressed the material up into her asshole.

“HHHUNNN….. J-JESUS!!!”

Zack’s cock was throbbing as the brunette suddenly tried to remove herself from the heavy suction of the man beneath her, whilst avoiding the beast being pressed behind her, but as the yoga material pushed further into her anus with nowhere to run, she began to make a new sound of feminine distress.

“Nnnnh! O-OH MY-! UUHG….”

A splitting sound signalled the end of her yoga pants’ resistance, and the woman’s knees bent, spine arching as a choked cry left her lips, the cock sliding five inches deep inside her.

It was quite the sight.

Zack couldn’t look away as the woman mewled, caught between the delirious sucking of a man who was clearly in heaven, and a woman filling her ass with a horse-cock that would surely leave her struggling to walk the following morning.

The sound of lube squelching, and the smell of sweat and pre-cum began to tinge the air as Zack felt his own cock stain his boxers with a guilty spurt.

‘Shit.’

“Ghhhnnn you b-bitch,” the brunette whined, trying to push her arms behind her without putting any real effort into it, and the blond merely accepted them, grabbing and holding tight, and slung another few inches of cock deep inside the woman, who spasmed as she seemed to be overtaken by the sensations, gasping for breath, legs shaking, feet planted to try and feel the earth under her feet, her world most likely spinning.

Zack had to control himself not to rub his own hardness as the blond girl leered, putting a little kiss on the woman’s shoulder that belittled her more than anything else.

It seemed clear that despite her grimacing the brunette was enjoying the experience more than she let on because as the blond girl’s hips closed in on her rear end, the glute muscles flexed so hard that every rippling of pure sculpted perfection went taut, her voice becoming low and chuntering as something inside her switched.

“Hnn… L… Let me g…. Hnnnnnnnn….”

Zack could see the effects of the tension in her anus as the blond girl suddenly grimaced, her cock caught in a pleasure vice, unsure how to proceed.

“UHHH!”

“Yyeaah bitch,” grunted the brunette, grabbing the girl’s hips, “seems like you need a lesson in h-how to fuck.”

Then in a quite incredible feat of self-destruction, she pulled the blond in, and through the spasming and bitch-whining she used her incredible ass to shut her butt down, insides clutching the flagpole with such intensity that the blond nearly screamed, suddenly red-faced, bent over the woman as she moaned with need, dribble running down past her braces and onto the lady’s back.

Zack watched the interaction with a full erection, unable to stop himself rubbing the front of his trousers as the women gave and received huge rushes of pleasure that made their cheeks twitch, faces going blank and immediately switching to intense need in a split-second. The fact that they were trying to outdo each other seemed to make it even hotter, the blond no longer certain if she wanted to be on top as the women beneath her, who looked in the most beaten, dogged position possible, sent another shock through the girl’s body with her ass flexing once more.

“HUHGHH!”

“Mnnn..”

Every flex must have been making the giant womanhood of the blond pulse, because instantly the brunette would whimper back, the two caught in a struggle with no loser.

The fact the brunette hadn’t cum into the man who was fastened to her cock like a limpet was quite a feat of self-control, although how long she would last Zack didn’t know.

All he knew was he couldn’t look away.

“GLGHGHGLH”

“UHhhh fuck…”

“MmmMH!”

The blond attempted to find some sort of fucking rhythm, but every clamp down on her cock was simply too much, the girl moaning like she was the one being fucked as the brunette managed a wide grin for the first time…. until the blond managed to drive herself to the hilt.

“UGHHH!”

The brunette seemed to cave for a moment, and the blond sensed victory, eagerly driving her cock to the hilt inside her again.

“HUHHHHh!!”

For a moment the woman spasmed, undone, and Zack’s eyes found the man beneath her who whimpered as the first pump of semen filled his mouth…. and then slowed.

The brunette bared her teeth, grunting for a moment, before somehow quashing the impulse to spew her load as she shivered in the midst of heat.

“H…Ha… you only made me p-pre, bitch,” she spat, saliva leaking from her jowls, and the blond’s eyes widened.

Clearly no one had survived her dick before.

The brunette then pulled forward and smacked her hips back to the hilt of the blond’s schlong, and whatever she did inside her body to it caused the blond to squeal as Zack saw her balls flex like they were bodybuilder biceps in a gym mirror.

He could almost feel the heat as the blond’s soul left her body and entered the brunette’s, her balls pulsing, falling onto the older woman as she surrendered to the captivity of her dick.

The older woman didn’t have time to celebrate her victory as the magnitude of what was about to hit her kicked in, and she gasped as two tonnes of piping hot girl-cum rocketed into her body, eyes turning upwards, receiving a filling so deep that her entire being would have felt the girl’s seed against it.

“HUUHGH!”

The two women’s moans became one hot mess of sweaty release, the man beneath squealing as the brunette exploded into his throat.

Zack watched him gulp like a frat student chugging beer, mouth opening in surprise and near-jealousy at the cock-sucking majesty on display, the boy swilling cum like it was his job.

He realised that maybe there was a reason this guy worked here.

All three figures writhed and sweated and groaned, the blond hugging the brunette’s back now for support, pumping heavy doses of seed into her. The brunette, previously in control, was now delirious, cross-eyed with half her weight held up on shaking legs, supported partly by the man whose belly was distended by the amount of semen he had swallowed, his arms desperately trying to hold up the two women collapsing on top of him.

It was not enough, and as he managed to pull his face off her cock with a loud *POP*, the two women fell on him in a heap.

The man groaned, mirrored by the ladies above him.

Zack stared at the pile of bodies, all with sweat dripping from brows and backs, cum forming a puddle beneath them which the man had managed to land in, the brunette’s yoga pants drenched in sweat, cum and drool.

Nobody moved for a few seconds, the sounds of heavy breathing the only sound apart from the store music which continued unabated, completely at odds with the scene beneath it.

Eventually the blond stirred, and tried to pull herself away from the brunette who seemed much the worse for wear, the giant log exiting her body with a nuclear bomb of cum that drenched both her legs and the entire lower half of the blond.

Zack stared in disbelief at the broken asshole on display, spraying cum onto the floor like they had struck oil as the brunette offered a pathetic moan like a cowed puppy.

The blond seemed shaken, dazed as she picked herself up, before letting out out a breathless smile at the crater she had made in the older woman.

“W-wow….”

A bubble popped from the woman’s ass, and Zack decided he’d seen enough, trying to push his erection so it wasn’t visible before slipping away.

‘I need to find Jen…’

He crept away, sparing one last look at the scene where the blond was issuing a spank on the woman’s glorious, widened ass, before making his way carefully through a row of g-strings towards the second floor, trying to gulp down the saliva that had built up in his mouth, some of which may not have been his.

A lithe figure walked lazily past, and his hopes rose, only to see another young girl with a black bob.

He stepped back and waited until she had gone.

Best not to take any risks.

An endless sea of revealing garments led him up to the second floor, Zack wincing as the shop seemed to go on forever.

Do women really need this many panties and bras?

Judging by the way they were ogling, it appeared so.

They weren’t helping his erection either.

A flash of brown caught his eye, and he raced after it.

‘Please be Jen, please be Jen…’

When the skimpy top of his sister came into view, he positively moaned in relief.

“Jen!” he hissed.

She regarded him with an idle air.

“Oh, you’re back.”

“Y-yeah….”

“So, didn’t wanna talk about you girlfriend huh?”

He groaned as she walked onwards, completely besotted with the vast array of revealing items, nattering as he caught up to her walking past a row of corsets.

“I don’t know why you care so much about me wanting Peach if you’re so into this other chick… like, are you just a straight up control-freak or-?”

He gulped down any response, silent as she pondered between a red latex pair and a purple set of undergarments as a shadow fell across him, an imposing woman in her fifties with round hips and long sheets of grey her down to her ass tutting loud enough for him to glance at her.

“I mean come on… You only agreed to come here to buy your dirty secret something.”

“Hey…. She’s not dirty!”

Jennie barely heard him, glued to a lacy number with frills running up the sides.

“So, you like this girl, huh?”

“Are you going to buy something or just interrogate me?” he threw at her, before his chest tightened as something large placed itself on his ass. He tried not to notice the hand as it squeezed, his brow sweating whilst his sister gazed at a pair of nipple tassels.

“Well you don’t talk to me otherwise.”

The hand moved down to his crack and he jumped forward before the woman could pull him in, trying to interpose his sister between them, peering back with his heart pounding in his chest as the sharp-cheeked woman shot him a sly look.

He tried to tug Jennie away.

“Let’s go.”

She huffed.

“God, see? You still don’t want to tell me anything.”

He saw her eyes snap towards the bottom of Jennie’s ass peeking beneath her skirt.

“Well…. maybe if I did I would have found out you were a colossal bitch sooner!”

His sister’s lips went thin.

His Mother’s words of empathy flitted in his mind, but Zack ignored them, and after a painful second Jennie ran past him, relief flowing through him until the woman changed targets again, honing in on him like a heat-seeking missile.

Zack moved faster than he ever had in his life, almost tripping over as he followed his sister to the exit.

***

His heart wouldn’t stop hammering in his chest until they were well clear of the store, Zack allowing Jennie another ten metres of walking before finally satisfied that they were safe.

“Jen!”

“GO AWAY!”

“I’m sorry.”

“NO, YOU’RE NOT!”

“Sure…. Listen, Jen… I’m sorry… can we go somewhere else? Let’s grab some tacos.”

“I don’t like Tacos.”

“Well something then, what do you want??”

“Zack, I wanted to buy something, but you can’t even stay for twenty minutes without insultingme.”

He sighed.

“Well, we can still buy something… I just… I didn’t feel comfortable, alright?”

She didn’t look him in the eye, and Zack could tell she was trying to hold back tears.

A part of him briefly considered accepting her request and leaving, before his Mother’s stern expression swam in his vision.

He ran a hand through his mop of bed-hair, and tried to use a softer tone.

“Okay…. Sorry….”

He gritted his teeth.

“If you choose now, I’ll buy a set of underwear online… for Peach….”

“And me,” she sniffed.

“WH-.. Fine, FINE ….. And you…. And then Tacos?”

“What about your other girl?”

P flashed in his mind, but then he thought about the amount on his card and winced.

“I-it’s fine…”

“Wow, you really are an asshole.”

He laughed in pure frustration.

There was no winning here.

***

Zack carefully adjusted the warm shell so it contained the perfect ratio of beef, cheese and jalapenos, huffing as a drop of sauce escaped down his leg.

He paid it no heed as Jess attempted to squeeze a less ambitious amount of food into her own tacos, splitting it down the middle with a sad *Cak*

“Ugh.”

“Cawwful,” said Zack, his mouth overflowing as the air thrummed with the sizzling of oil and chatter of guests.

“I don’t get it Zack… you bring home a girl like Peach… you’re fucking all the time….”

He choked on a piece of shell, eyes flitting to other tables in case they heard and finding a guy whose gaze had been lingering on his sister’s chest. The briefest of glares at him made his temple throb as the guy’s eyes darted quickly back to his meal.

“… So why would you need this other girl?!”

He managed to swallow the lump, fists clenched.

“UGH, well…. It’s…. it’s complicated…”

She took a careful bite before setting her tacos back on her plate.

“Zack… why don’t you just be honest….. for once?”

He looked her in the eye, and for a split-second the urge to explain everything bubbled up from the knot forming in his stomach… But his sister was still his sister, and some things were best kept from prying eyes, especially ones as volatile as hers.

“She’s….. just my drummer. It’s nothing.”

He took a more aggressive bite of his food.

“Sure…. Well, I guess it’s nothing if I take your girlfriend Peach for a good time then? Maybe she’ll tell me the truth…. Honestly, I’m actually surprised you didn’t suck that girl’s cock in the shop today.”

His hands dropped to his plate, suddenly not hungry as his irises scanned the room.

“Wait.. you SAW that?!” he hissed.

“Why would I care when my brother’s just a Cheating LIAR!?”

Zack felt like pressure beginning to build against the insides of his head.

“Keep your voice down!…. And did… did you plan for me to go through that back in the shop!?”

She shrugged, fiddling with her uneaten shell.

“The fact you only made out with one girl is not bad by your standards. I just had to see it for myself.”

“Gah why are YOU such a fucking BITCH!?” he spat.

Water came to her eyes, but Zack felt little sympathy as she raised her chin in defiance and raised her voice.

“Well, maybe it’s because my brother is such an ASSHOLE!”

A few heads turned, many of them running their eyes over his sister’s body.

“Yeah, OF COURSE, just say it over and over and that makes it true…”

“Did you even wonder if I like tacos or not??!?”

He screwed up his face in incredulity.

“What?! What has that got to do with things?!”

She threw hers on her plate.

“Only YOU like tacos Zack, YOU!”

Jennie stood up, and Zack watched all eyes turn to follow her storming out, including an old couple sitting across from him.

“What are you looking at?” he threw at them, face red.

They shook their heads and went back to their meal, leaving him feeling somehow lectured despite his mother not even being there.

Most people’s eyes didn’t leave Jennie’s skirt until she was well clear of the restaurant.

***

“Well you seem stressed.”

He hitched on the sunniest smile he could muster.

“No… uh.. all good! How’re you?”

P smiled back, but the lustre wasn’t quite there either.

“Yeah… fine.”

A few birds skirted past, shooting between trees so green that they seemed to have been cut from postcards and brought to life.

They had originally agreed to meet up for ‘band practice’, but as weather had been so good, they gave up and had gone to the park instead, their choice confirmed as a good one by the rays making them crumple their eyes in a squint, heat like a warm liquid on their skin.

“Mike was kinda sad I didn’t bring you back to the studio today.”

“I’m sure he’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know… He kinda likes you… Maybe we’d better tell him and put him out of his misery.”

“Tell him what?” she said slyly.

“That… that uh….”

She waited patiently for him to finish the sentence.

“That we’re seeing each other.”

“’Seeing each other’… okay…. That’s a start,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite have her whole heart behind it.

P had come in a strangely colourful tank top for her, a pinky white that outlined her black bra underneath, revealing her various tattoos, Zack able to make out a snake wrapped around various sigils and inscriptions, with black short-shorts that revealed only a single tattoo on her well-defined legs, a flaming skull.

The black boots remained on.

He searched for a way to continue the conversation after the awkward silence.

“M… maybe we should find a girlfriend for him.”

“Huh… maybe…. Depends what kinda girl you want, if you know what I mean.”

Zack thought of all the women in community service, and wondered if Mike would be interested.

“Yeah…. Good point…”

Clearly tall, strong women weren’t a turn off… but dicks might be a whole new ball-park.

She didn’t press on.

“So, how was your week?”

He didn’t know how to answer, as various fresh images of Peach’s crotch stubble flashed in his head (The fact she hadn’t been at the house since the mall day with Jennie had left his tongue salivating for cock. Alongside all his other recent humiliations, this hankering for sperm left him feeling queasy.)

“Uh… yeah fine… just… practicing.”

“Cool.”

“You?”

“WelllllI’m trying to get a job.”

“Oh yeah???”

“Yeah.. but my CV kinda sucks… and most places don’t want people that look… interesting.”

She gestured to her hair which was hanging over one side of her face, some of the pink faded which lent her an emo-girl vibe.

“I don’t know.. I’d hire you.”

She smirked.

“Yeah, I bet you would.”

“Yeah, you can be the drummer when we tour the world.”

Her smirk fell.

“Steady Slash… I only played in front of two people you know, the first was my drum teacher, the second was you.”

“You mean… you never played on stage? Did your parents…?”

She rolled her eyes.

“I mean they don’t count.”

He chuckled.

“You don’t mention them that much.”

“When did you want me to mention them… when you were riding my dick, or sucking it?”

He blushed.

“Fair point.”

She grinned and pushed him off the path, and he flew a good metre, managing to stop himself going face first into the grass.

“Oof!.. Hey-!”

He sprang up and charged after her, and she made a token effort of running, eyes bright as she snatched a look back at the young man huffing after her, not going so fast that he couldn’t catch up and push her back, the scene of a tall, powerful woman being pursued by Zack’s small frame laughable to anyone who cared to look.

When he finally did catch up, she took his momentum and steered the tackle into a clearing near a large birch tree.

“Ooo, looks like you got me,” she smirked as she pulled him into a straddled position on top of her.

“Yeah,” he panted, realising that playing guitar a lot wasn’t exactly conducive to any sort of physical activity, until his attention was wrestled back by the girl running her hands across his thighs.

“You know… if you took me to those bushes… you could do anything to me there…” she grinned, “I’m just a helpless girl…”

Zack felt the heaving crotch bulge already pulsing against his ass and knew exactly who would be helpless in that situation.

His mouth was already watering.

“Yeah… I guess I’d better… take you somewhere where you can’t escape,” he uttered, still trying to catch his breath.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed, the delivery so stiff and un-emotive that Zack couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know, if you were ever thinking of being an actor…. Don’t.”

Her gaze became heavy.

“Yeah? Well I guess we’d better drop our pretences then.”

Like she was lifting a satchel she crunched upwards, and Zack gasped as his world lurched, P ascending with him now clamped around her waist, lifting off one knee until she was standing tall, him a human fanny back clutching her torso.

Her expression triumphant, she marched him towards a bush, Zack wondered how life had brought him to this position as he eyed a pair of joggers in the distance, a group playing with a frisbee across a small bridge, and the occasional person on their phone or lost in a book scattered across the grass.

His embarrassment was overcome by the desire to be taken as he was carried by the striking figure, one or two people turning their heads quizzically to the odd sight, and then they were hidden, slipping behind a clump of bushes next to the tree.

He wondered how he could want anything more than the woman whose stern expression was trained on his every move, before he was dropped on his feet.

A few happy cries echoed from the outside world flitted at the edge of his perception, a million miles a way from the girl who now loomed over him, chest rising and falling with anticipation.

P began unslinging her pants and Zack stepped forwards to help.

“What are you doing?”

He paused.

“Oh uh… helping?”

She looked down on him like a scolding parent.

“Remove yours.”

“Oh! Sure…”

“Dickhead.”

“Wow okay, okay….”

He thrust his shorts down and quickly revealed his erection, and then P knelt in front of him.

“Wait w-“

His baby mushroom barely found air before she engulfed it with her mouth, the heat and wetness enveloping him.

Zack moaned, and P took his balls with one hand whilst slurping to the tip and popping free before looking up at him with dribble running down her chin.

“Mmmph…..Maybe I should become an actor,” she said, tone sultry, licking his slit with such insolence that he couldn’t help smiling, his cock so sensitive it was almost painful.

The fact she was having to bend over just to get down to his cock was somehow exciting in itself, and when she hoovered him back in Zack had to contain a cry of delight, her tongue dancing across his shaft, fluttering against the underside, hitting the tip again which nearly doubled him over.

P grinned, bulging the shaft against her cheek, or as much as it was possible to given his size, Zack gazing into the eyes of someone in deep heat.

‘This is amaz-“

A hard meat-slapping sound began to issue loudly, and he looked down, incredulous at how loudly P had begun wanking her own cock flopped out of her shorts, already leaking pre across the grass as she sucked him back in again, making love to his penis like it had written poems for her, responding with her own love-letter penned by her tongue, racing across his shaft, her drool the ink she used to splatter across his entire crotch.

Zack whimpered, the weights on his shoulders lifting for that brief moment in the shade of the birch tree as the sounds of P masturbating and moaning into his groin imprinted themselves on his memory, solidifying with the texture of the bark, the air thick with the scents of pollen and cut grass.

The damp patch on the grass below her grew into a puddle.

She blew him for only a few minutes, and it reached a point where he was already whimpering before she stopped, squeezing hard on his cock so that orgasm was cut off.

“UhghHHH!!”

“Oooh sorry… was just trying to edge you…”

He grimaced, a ripple hitting his spine.

“Yeah… little more gentle next time…”

She squeezed his balls lovingly, making him coo, and then stood up, adding her shadow to the tree, blotting out the sun entirely with a fierce look.

“Now, on your knees.”

He scrabbled to the floor like a pet agonising over its morning food, hands on knees in an utterly submissive pose.

“Oh you do like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” she smirked.

His mouth watered as her cock waved from side-to-side above his face.

“Duh.”

The power she held seemed to infuse into the raging hardness which bobbed wildly, her hands flexing as she pointed at her cock and snapped her fingers.

Zack descended on it like it was his last meal, slamming himself so harshly over her dong that he immediately had to pull back, sputtering as P tried not to laugh. His second attempt was more measured but no less zealous, lips stretch wide, tongue sliding from the tip, down the foreskin and onto the shaft followed by his mouth which engaged in heavy suction.

The slurping sound was twice as loud and vigorous as P’s had been, and instantly her knees were weak, having to lean on the tree-trunk for support as Zack less coaxed, rather pulled the semen from her balls, her cock automatically leaking for its favourite toy as the heavy zest of jizz hit his tastebuds.

“Mmmmmhhphlg!”

“OoOOHh… I think we…. PREFER-Unn-! this way round,” she groaned.

He sniffed in deep through his nose, bring a low rumble of appreciation from the belly of his lover, her expression incredulous at how desperate Zack needed her, the nourishing nectar building in her balls just waiting to be deposited into any hole he was willing to give.

“GLHHGL-GLHGH-GLGHHH!”

“Oh fuck Zack…”

The young man worked up, lathering spit on it like icing on a donut, his saliva now mixed with cum as a hard throb brought more tanginess to his oral cocktail.

A bug hovered in the distance, buzzing to itself, unconcerned with the pair fused mouth to hips in the shade.

P had to grit her teeth to stop the pleasure spilling from her lips, peering over the bushes to where the frisbee was still whizzing through the air, a jogger glancing in her direction but apparently not lingering on the dirty pink hair poking above the bushes, P moaning as she watched a couple setting a blanket out less than twenty feet away whilst Zack sucked her cock with gusto, lips clamped to her girth which was pulsing with need, zips of pleasure working their way up into her stomach, through her neck to the top of her head.

She shivered as he let out a bitch-whine, ducking down as one of the couple glanced idly in their direction.

“M-maybe a little less volume,” she stammered, before Zack set himself, sliding all the way up to the tip of her head.

“Mphhgshure..”

Then he attacked her balls.

P moaned with need as he French kissed them like it was his wedding day, making love to both her testicles in as many angles and positions as he could, sliding his tongue between the two so her nutsack was being propped up by it, then slapping the sides with his tastebuds, attaching his lips to one and seeing if he could suck it into his mouth. There was no chance of it fitting inside, but the mere attempt had P raging as she tried to hold onto her orgasm a little longer, her cock a water fountain that wouldn’t stop trickling cum down the sides, a mountain now covered in snow.

Then he began the blowjob in earnest.

She didn’t stand a chance.

P threw her headback and bellowed into the air, barely sparing a glance at the couple who were now staring at a pink-haired girl in the bushes staring at the sky, sounds of retching and spluttering emanating from beneath her.

“UGGGHHhhhhh!!!”

The two onlooker’s jaws dropped as they quickly began to roll their blanket up like a beehive had been dropped in the centre, a nearby jogger slowing down as her head snapped to their hiding spot, accelerating in the opposite direction with an incredulous expression as P made another gorilla moan.

“GHUUUGHHHHH!”

“… Knew we shouldn’t have moved here...”

“..the hell, it’s broad daylight…!”

Behind the bushes Zack lost himself in blasphemy of the best kind, the heat of his mouth so tight to her womanhood that P couldn’t even speak, his fingers caressing her bollocks with enough tenderness that she couldn’t have brought such pleasure upon herself if she tried.

“Mpghlgh-glh-gluh.”

“Ohhhh Zackie… Sorry… Zack…. ZAACKKUGHHH…”

She exploded like a cannon, the recoil sending her body painfully back into the tree-trunk as all of her lower half engaged in a complete exorcism of spunk, firing with the force of a heavyweight punch into Zack’s mouth, a spunk-bomb that even he wasn’t prepared for.

“GHLHHHP!!!”

Semen popped out of both nostrils, Zack somehow managing to open his throat up to accept the load drowning his stomach, spluttering as he was turned into a cum-receptacle.

“…h my God, is someone getting blown in there?!”

The two figured spasmed like they had been hit by lightning, Zack’s lips clamped so tight to P’s dick that she was nearly doubled over by the sensations rippling through his shaft.

“UGHHHH!”

The noise echoed over the bushes and across the clearing, one of the frisbee throwers’ ears pricking across the bridge.

“..e hell..?”

Zack whined as another batch his throat, and he began to shoot long strings against the tree-trunk between P’s legs, trying to stop himself being drowned whilst enjoying the fog of bliss that had descended on him.

They remained that way for minutes, two zombified adults engaged in a sexual trance that flitted back and forth.

“…Just throw the frisbee-…!”

“Guys, seriously, someone is sucking dick in there!”

Much of the park had become aware of the lewd set of bushes by the time P managed to squirt the last drops onto Zack’s tongue, the boy himself so full up that he could barely move, groaning as he put his hands around a belly distended by cum, the smell of it encapsulating him as it dribbled from his nose, too tired to even register that pretty lines he’d painted on the tree between P’s legs.

A female voice rang out sharper than the rest.

“I’m going to take a look…”

P was standing on thighs made of jelly.

The blowjob had lasted less than five minutes total, but during that time she had stained her clothes with sweat, swaying as she looked down in shock at Zack who had the smile of someone high on heroine, a complete, mindless happiness.

A squeal issued above them as a girl poked her head between the bushes, and then shot backwards, laughing.

“YO, THERE’S TWO PEOPLE FUCKING IN HERE!”

The two of them simply lay there, listening to the furore in the park as people either moved on indignantly or discussed the openness of their activities.

“Grossss!!”

“I TOLD you guys! HEY, SHE WANNA BLOW ME TOO?!?”

“Natalie, you’re never gonna believe this…. SHE’S GOT A DICK!”

“Yeah, so what? You know I got one too Rach..”

“Huh!?!?”

“Hwow…..”

Zack burped and P had to supress a giggle, panting as she finally responded.

“Well, now that we’re famous…… is now a bad time to ask if you wanna get ice cream?”

“I’ll *BLUh-!*… pass….”

The belch contained such a sharp tang of dick-smell that even P crinkled her nose, even though it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever felt coming out of a boy’s mouth.

“… No way do you have a dick!”

“…. guys are fucking crazy!”

P grabbed him, and the two slid slowly to the floor, sweat on their foreheads as they rested in the summer heat, P pulling him to cradle in her lap.

For a moment everything was perfect.

A beetle lazed across the weak grass in the shade of the tree as the clamour around them died down to pockets of gleeful muttering.

“Hey Zack.”

“mm?”

“…. Why didn’t you want me to meet your sister?”

He froze, the shade suddenly chillier than it had been.

“Uh…”

He remembered having to suck Peach’s cock directly after being with P that day.

Self-disgust threatened to worm its way into his still hazy brain.

“…. I just… didn’t want her to know about you because… She’s…. We…. *uhnnn..*don’t get along, exactly.”

Some cum had bubbled up to his lips, and P added a little squeeze of his ass.

“Oh? Why.”

He groaned, slurping the cum back into his stomach.

“Because she’s whiny… m-manipulative, annoying….”

“So…in short, a little sister then?”

He let out a snort.

“You got one I’m guessing?”

“Nah, just little old me.”

“There’s nothing little about you.”

She pretended to look offended.

“Hey, don’t insult my teeny weeny girl peen.”

She pressed her leaking cock against him as she said it.

He chuckled, nearly bringing up a mouthful of spunk, the flavours sharp in his throat.

“PHGLuh…Oh… I’m never insulting that, I wouldn’t want to make it angry.”

“Wise choice.”

He sniffed, pressing a little closer against her breasts, smelling them, the sweat and the freshness around them, alongside the natural odours of her body, full and earthy.

“Mmmmhh…I envy you.”

She chuckled.

“I bet you do.”

He sniffed.

“No, I mean the sibling thing.”

“Sure.”

“No, seriously…. It must be nice not having anyone who is just so… Needy..!”

“Well , not as much as you’d think…”

“Why, your parents must love you!”

She pursed her lips.

“Yeah, I guess…. Super supportive. Mom hated the hair at first, but now she likes it….”

He chuckled.

“I think my mom would kill me if I got my hair coloured.”

“HEY, why don’t you guys come out and show us what you’ve been doing!”

They ignored the laughter ringing over their heads.

“And…. your Dad?”

“Ran off to California ages ago. If he turned up angry about my hair colour I’d be surprised.”

“Ha… uh… sorry.”

He shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it. Mom’s the best… and that’s why I can’t disappoint her.”

“Disappoint her?”

“Yeah, with the community service….”

‘..And Peach,’ he thought to himself.

“Wow.. you didn’t tell her?”

He gawped at her.

“HELL no. What did your parents say about it?”

“Hey guys, I think you need to give Rachel some tips!!”

“HEY fuck off Brad..”

“You could practice on me…”

“Natalie, what the fuck?!”

She chuckled.

“Well mom hit the roof. Dad asked what I did.”

“So… what did you do?”

“Got caught smoking weed.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah… Apparently illegal here….. By the way, did you tell your Mom about me?”

She said it in a casual way, but Fred could hear the anticipation by the tremble in her voice.

“Uh… not yet…”

At that moment, seeing her expression grow tight, he found himself longing to spew everything, to unload the heavy weights attached to his temple…. but these things only led to more questions.

“… But I will, soon!”

“Cool… Just… just checking.”

“Warriorrrrrs, come out and fuuuuuck!”

The guffawing from outside didn’t even enter his brain, his chest tightening at the worry on her face, and the way she couldn’t contain her pensiveness as easily as her joy made him want to spoon her for eternity.

After a while she looked at him sulkily.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.”

She softened.

“Why?”

“Because I like looking at you.”

Her lips crept upwards.

“Sure.”

He pulled himself up, his stomach aching.

“Hey, I think…. We might be able to get ice cream… a small one.”

She became animated.

“Yeah? Alright… Although I should probably let you know that you need at least one breath-mint first.”

“Y-yeah… obviously..”

As P made to pick herself up a rustle froze them, and a pair of elegant, flowing hairstyles and one shock of blond fell into the bushes from the opposite side, missing the pair of them entirely in their haste to pull the clothes off each other.

Mary and Stacey from community service class fumbled with their summery skirts, Jared between them, trying to help both whilst achieving naught.

The tents at their crotches left no doubt as to what their intentions were.

*AHEM*, P coughed loudly.

The figures whirled in shock, and then recognition dawned on their faces.

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Mary

“Oh…. YOU guys…?” said Stacey.

Jared seemed the most embarrassed, knee turning in as he put two hands over his laughable erection.

“H-hey…”

The girls spoke like they were walking dogs in the park, not even stopping their plan remove Blah’s clothes as quickly impossible and breed him.

“I TOLD you these bushes were always taken…. So… coming next week?”

Their hands continued to rip Jared’s clothes from his frail frame, and when he was entirely naked, dicklet bobbing in the air, Stacy slapped his back, forcing him into a spitroast position with a wince.

*OHHHHMM!*

Zack winced as the boy was slid to the hilt.

“Yeah, you coming?” added Mary, placing her cock more gently between his lips.

*GHLHH*

Having felt similar sensations, he knew how good it felt, whilst also wincing as Stacey jammed her cock particularly violently into the boy’s ass once more.

“Uh no…. We should be going…”

“MPHHGHHH!!”

Jared screamed over the shaft of Mary whose politeness was giving way to gorilla instinct.

“Are you surreeee!?” Mary sighed, as Stacy’s legs shivered beneath her.

The sounds of fucking began to echo in the small clearing.

“JESUS THEY’RE FUCKING NOW!”

“Y-yeah, we’re sure,” said P, although she glanced one last time at the fully plugged ass of Jared on their way out the bushes, who was having a fit trying to take two giant cocks at once.

“HHhey,” burped Zack once they had rustled out of the opposite side of bushes, sweat-ridden and dishevilled, trying to ignore the range of looks that greeted them from every corner. “Eyes off the prize.”

She raised an eyebrow whilst ignoring a student with his book forgotten on the grass beneath him, staring at the pair of them with his mouth agape.

“I didn’t see you looking away from their dicks.”

A blush came to Zack’s face.

“Well…. Uh..”

She pulled him to his feet, and gave him a deep kiss, sucking some cum from under his tongue that he had been savouring.

“Yeah, WE GET IT, you guys are dirty assholes!” crowed the girl who had spied them escaping round the other side, and the rest began to laugh, the frizbee clutched in one of their hands as they bent double.

“SPhhhmmm… time to go.”

“Yup!”

“Hey, who are your friends!”

They made their way briskly away from the sounds of Jared getting plundered towards the park entrance, deciding in the end not to get ice cream because Zack realised that his stomach might explode if anything else white and gooey entered it, going slower and slower until with a jolt he realised they were walking past the same place that he had seen the police officers… the incident that had got him in community service in the first place.

The image of the man’s mouth stretched wide around his partner’s dick remained imprinted in his memory.

How little could he have known that would be him weeks later, willingly?

Even more crazy was the fact he could no longer imagine his world without dicks in it as a pretty woman in pink leggings jogged past, and he found himself casually checking for her bulge, his mild disappointment at the smoothness between her legs giving way to morbid self-curiosity.

‘Am I…. actually a cock slut?’

He hung his head, before P brought it back up with a few soft words.

“I liked today.”

“Huh? Oh….Yeah, yeah so did I.”

He turned and tried to go up on tip-toes to kiss her, but burped directly into her face as he did so.

“WOahhh!”

She nearly fell over at the smell, chuckling.

“Wow Zack… you’re a knockout…”

He held his belly, sensitive from being so swollen, his cheeks a ruddy red.

“HEY I-it’s your fault…”

She grinned, and pecked him on the cheek.

“Well I guess I’ll have to apologise by aiming for your other hole next time.”

They embraced, and the feeling of her arms around him made him want to turn into a statue, never letting her go from his side.

In that moment the birds chirping and the sun beginning to sink from the centre of the sky froze, and he longed to tell her everything, something in his chest begging to be undone like a belt around his rib-cage, a crush that left him struggling to force the words from his throat.

They almost reached his lips, but he swallowed them down.

Then it was over, and she gave him one last kiss, before she sauntered over to her bike.

As he watched her go, the weights on his shoulders began to descend once more.

“Just remember, Community service class next week, yeah?”

His stomach dropped.

“Oh yeah…”

She smiled, picking her helmet up.

“Hey… don’t be sad.” She bent over in a curtsey. “I’ll be your little security guard if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, as she drew a long finger across his cheek, “are you sure little Is the right word?”

She stood up and grabbed her crotch in a very un-ladylike fashion.

“Tell it to this.”

He burped again.

“I already did.”

She burst into laughter.

“OHHhh Zack…. I honestly think you might be the best cocksucker I’ve ever had.”

He blushed, and she padded back to him.

“But that’s not why you’re special.”

She took a hand and gently brought it to her crotch, the shaft already shifted into gear, hard and vibrating with power as her breath came hot against his ear.

“Never forget what’s waiting for you down there.”

His heart accelerated.

She brought his face up to her chest, pulling his hand to her heart.

“And here.”

He paused for a moment before blurting it.

“Ilo- ove yeeou… I… I love you,” he managed.

She chuckled.

“Well duh.”