I banged on the door, my metal claws scratching against the wood. "Morty! Are you in there? Stop jerkin' off! I need to borrow your printer!" I tapped my claws impatiently. No response. Typical. I raised my hand to knock again, this time ready to claw my way through, when the door swung open. Morty's exasperated face appeared, his brown eyes glaring at me.
"Jeez, Summer! Can you not use the claws on the door? I just got this thing fixed!" he groaned.
I held up my flash drive with a grin. "I just need to print out my pictures. Is that okay, little bro?"
He sighed heavily, stepping aside. "Sure, come on. Just make it quick, and no... slicing anything, alright?"
I sauntered in, retracting my claws with a snikt. "What kind of greeting is that?" I teased, as he shut the door behind me. "Is that any way to say hello to your awesome sister?"
Morty rolled his eyes. "Like you're one to talk, Summer. You almost gave me a heart attack, scratching on the door with those things. How are you so loud? You're, like, a hundred pounds, max."
I flexed my arm, the faint glint of adamantium showing through my skin. "You didn't think all that these claws were just for show, did ya? Don't make me demonstrate again."
He winced at the memory. "No, no, I'm good. Pretty sure the last time ya know... almost stabbed me."
I smirked. "Hey, it was an accident. You know I didn't mean to slice you." I chuckled, popping a claw for emphasis. "You didn't believe I was stronger than you. I was defending my pride, little brother."
"Yeah, well, I've learned my lesson." He shook his head. "Just... no slicing anything this time, okay?"
I shrugged. "No promises." I plugged in my flash drive and sighed dramatically. "Stupid thing. My printer won't even work because I'm not using 'authentic' ink cartridges. Like, seriously? Who do they think I am? Jeff Bezos? You know how expensive that crap is?"
Morty looked at me, confused. "Wait, your printer knows you're not using the right ink?"
"Yeah, it's got this stupid chip in it or something. Every time I try to print, it's like, 'Sorry, you need genuine overpriced cartridges to use this feature!' It's just black ink. How hard can it be?" I grumbled, frowning as the screen on his printer lit up.
Morty raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just get the real ink?"
"Because it's highway robbery, Morty! They charge you more for a tiny bottle of ink than you'd pay for, like, a dinner for two at Shoney's! I'd rather fight an army of Ricks than pay that much for ink." I crossed my arms in frustration. "The knock-off brand works fine! It just won't let me print!"
He chuckled. "So, you decided to terrorize me instead of fixing your tech problem."
"That's what little brothers are for, right?" I teased.
"Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up, before you end up slicing something out of frustration."
"No promises, Morty. So can I use your laptop or not?" I smirked and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. "How about a trade, then? Tits for prints?" Before Morty could react, I flung my shirt up and shimmied my petite breasts. His eyes went wide as his stare froze on my chest. He was adorable when he was flustered. "Now come on, those are worth a print job, aren't they?"
"Fine, fine, you can use my printer..." Morty sighed, raising his hands in mock surrender, though I noticed he wasn't exactly blocking his view.
"Thank you!" I pulled my shirt back down with a smirk. "And stop being so dramatic. You can't even see anything. I'm wearing a bra."
Morty shot me a deadpan look. "I'm not sure I'd glorify that with the name 'bra.' Looks more like a misplaced, unusually colorful eye patch."
I tugged at my neckline and glanced down. "Oh, yeah... Forgot I'm rocking the 'Gettin' Lucky' bra today. Whoopsies. Laundry day."
Morty's eyebrow shot up. "Wait, you wear lingerie on laundry day?"
"Well, it's not like I'm wearing it on any other day lately," I said, rolling my eyes. "Besides, everything else was dirty. Unless you prefer I skip the bra altogether? My, my, how scandalous... But if you want a view..." I teased, playing with the hem of my top, enjoying how uncomfortable he was getting.
"Please keep your bra on." Morty deadpanned, his face turning red. "No one wants that."
I laughed. "Relax, Morty. You're such a prude sometimes."
"Spoilsport..." I muttered, plopping down at his laptop and plugging in my flash drive. I opened the folder with my history essay as the printer buzzed to life, whirring and making all kinds of weird noises as it started printing. "So... how's Jessica?" I asked, leaning back in the chair while the printer did its thing. "Saw you guys outside the dining hall last night. Were you on a date? Did you two kiss?"
"Yeah... I think so," Morty mumbled, leaning against the desk, his face flushing a bit. "I mean, she's smart, funny... and she listens to me when I talk about all my, you know, geeky stuff. It's... it's nice. Honestly, I could just sit with her for hours, not even doing anything, just... holding hands. Our dates pretty much perfect... almost."
"Almost?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
Morty's smile faded slightly. "Yeah, well... It'd be perfect if Rick didn't ruin every date."
I snorted. "What'd he do this time?"
Morty rubbed his face with both hands, clearly still exasperated by the memory. "Remember that movie night I set up? The one right after you went to Atlantis? So I invited Jessica over, we were all cozy on the couch, everything was perfect... and then Rick invites Mr. Nimbus over, drunk off his ass."
Summer raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Nimbus? Rick's ocean arch-nemesis? "
Morty sighed, slumping into his chair. "I don't even know, Summer. They're always fighting, but apparently, they've got this weird, twisted frenemy relationship. Rick says it's all about respect, dominance, whatever, but it always ends with them trying to one-up each other. So Nimbus shows up, and they start bickering about territory—who controls the ocean, who controls the land—and next thing I know, Rick's dragged me into this... I don't even know, like, Narnia dimension."
Summer leaned in, curious. "What happened? Did Rick blow it up or something?"
Morty sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair as he recounted the disaster. "Not exactly. So, I thought I'd age the wine in Narnia. You know, the dimension where time works faster? It seemed like the perfect place to age wine, right? But when I got there, I ended up running into Hoovy, who helped me move the wine boxes back into our dimension. Everything was going smoothly at first."
"Yeah, I remember," Summer replied, her interest piqued. "What did you do?"
"Well," Morty continued, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "after Hoovy helped me out when he went back, I found out that his wife had died while he was gone. And his son? He was furious. He swore to kill Hoovy for leaving them behind!"
"Whoa, that escalated quickly," Summer said, her eyes widening in shock. "So, what did you do?"
"I panicked!" Morty admitted. "I tried to explain that it wasn't Hoovy's fault, that I dragged him into this whole mess with the wine. But the son didn't want to hear it. The next thing I knew, I was in the middle of this crazy cycle of revenge. The son became a leader and got a bunch of other Narnia people together, and they all wanted to kill me because I was the one who caused Hoovy's absence in the first place."
"Oh my God, Morty!" Summer gasped. "You killed him?"
"I didn't mean to!" Morty shouted back, his voice rising. "But when he died, it kind of created this huge ripple effect in the Narnia dimension. It messed up time itself, and people started blaming me. They turned against me, and now I'm the enemy of the entire Narnia world."
"Wow, you know how to make a situation worse," Summer said, shaking her head. "What did Rick say?"
"He just laughed it off, like it was all some big joke!" Morty groaned. "But it gets worse. Jessica got trapped there while I was trying to escape, and now… now she's become some sort of time god because of the chaos I caused. She's bending time and reality to fix everything I broke."
Summer's eyes widened. "Wait, Jessica? Your Jessica? She's a time god now?"
"Yeah!" Morty ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I thought I was saving her when I tried to pull her out of that dimension, but instead, she got trapped in some time crystals for eons. She's powerful now, Summer—like, scary powerful."
"Morty, that's insane!" Summer exclaimed, trying to process the situation. "So what are you going to do? You can't just let her stay there as some kind of time deity." "Classic Rick," Morty sighed, shaking his head. "He said a Sanchez should always have a phase where they fuck a god one way or another." He rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. "He's got a way of messing things up, huh?"
"Yeah... I'm just hoping he doesn't ruin this one too." Morty's voice trailed off, and I noticed he was getting lost in his thoughts again.
But I wasn't listening anymore. My eyes wandered over to his laptop, and curiosity got the better of me. I started sifting through his recent pages, and the titles left very little room for ambiguity. "Cute chick doing a great blowjob," "Good morning blowjob," "Amateur blowjob contest..." I bit my lip, trying to hold back a laugh. Guess I knew what Morty's kink was now.
The video started as I watched, eyes wide and rapt, as a young woman welcomed a customer to what I was already beginning to suspect, was not quite a legitimate massage parlor, based mostly on the masseuse's miniskirt of a kimono and her obvious absence of a bra. Or panties, I realized, as she bowed to her client. Morty stopped talking and looked over at the Laptop screen. His face quickly turned as red as the masseuse's lipstick.
"H-hey!" he stammered, trying to close his laptop. But I was faster and pulled it away. "Quit it! What are you watching?"
"You should know... I found it in your history. It looked interesting..."
He averted his eyes. "Why were you going through my history? I thought you were printing your pictures?"
"I got bored! And I just opened your browser... It's not like I was expecting to find porn." But I had kind of hoped I would... I glanced back at the screen. The masseuse was helping the customer out of his clothes and onto the massage table. Her dark brown eyes roamed over his muscled and tattooed body.
"Turn it off..." Morty pled.
"Oh, come on, don't be a prude. Watch it with me!" I suggested. I was curious about what sort of porn Morty watched. What did he watch while he sat alone in his room, stroking his cock to orgasm? What did he think about?
He blinked rapidly in consternation. "Watch it? With you?"
"Yeah, with me, what's the big deal?"
"Uh, well, let's see, it's porn, aaaaaand...it's porn."
"So? We've watched sex scenes in movies together before and it wasn't weird."
"There's a difference between a movie with a sex scene and a sex scene that's a movie... Besides, movies are usually...simulated. This, uh...isn't."
"That's what makes it interesting. Come on. I'll give you a backrub if you'll watch it with me... Please? How can you resist?"
He hummed. I smirked. He was faltering. "Why do you even want to watch it?" he inquired.
I tried my best to appear innocent. "I want to check my technique. Or..." I began, brushing my hand against his thigh as he startled backward. "...you could tell me what you think of it." I laughed at his reaction.
"Okay, fine, I'll watch it with you if you promise to behave."
"Promise!" I surrendered the seat to him. He sat down and I stood behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders right as the customer was turning over on the table, his obscenely skimpy towel doing little to hide his massive erection. That lucky little minx... It was so unfair... The last guy I brought home was packing four inches, and she had a footlong to play with. My crotch warmed as I began to give Morty his backrub, both of us watching the laptop screen.
"So..." I inquired, my lips near his ears, "you really like blowjobs, huh?"
He was silent for a moment. I wished I could see his face... I was just sure he was blushing adorably. "I mean, y-yeah, don't all guys?" he stammered.
"Well, not just guys. I do, too," I confessed.
He turned around and looked up at me, his cheeks still pink. "Really?"
"Really! I love the feeling of a guy's cock filling my mouth, having his hot, hard cock inside me, feeling him quiver between my lips as he cums, getting to swallow every last drop of his orgasm. It's this special little treat just for me. I feel like I'm just totally in control like I have absolute power over his pleasure...", I explained, my fists clenched as I savored memories of past cocks sucked and loads swallowed before realizing I was getting a little too into my answer. I coughed politely. "What do you like about them? Besides, like, the obvious..."
"Me? It...geez...this is so embarrassing..."
"No, it's okay! Keep going, I'm curious!" I spoke. On-screen, the masseuse was reaching under the towel with a wickedly mischievous grin on her face. I glanced down. Morty's jeans bulged outward, a long, thick ridge reaching down his thigh. He'd look pretty good in a towel in a massage bed, I bet. Just how big was that bulge? How did he taste? How much would he cum? Would he be sweet or bitter? I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking that about my taken friend...
"Okay," he conceded, taking a deep breath. "It feels passionate to me, you know? It's really hot to see a woman so desirous that she's willing to do that. It feels more, uh, intimate, I guess than just regular sex. Is that weird?"
"No way, not at all. I agree one hundred percent. I've always thought that the mouth is the center of intimacy. Giving a blowjob is like kissing a guy in his most precious place. Even fucking can feel impersonal with the wrong guy, but I never feel that way about fellatio. It always feels so much more personal, and more passionate. I'd rather blow a guy than fuck him, to be honest. I love just being the giver of his pleasure, like he's my master and my only purpose is to bring him to orgasm.
"You know...my absolute favorite thing is to wake my guy up with a blowjob, so the first thing he sees when he wakes up is my face between his thighs, sucking away, his shaft vanishing between my lips." My thighs felt hot. My panties were damp.
"That sounds amazing..." he admitted.
"Ever tried it with Jessica?"
"No..."
"You're missing out," I promised him. When was the last time I had had a cock in my mouth? It must have been Hemorrhage from Post-Apocalyptic Dimension. That had been, what, two months ago? My soul ached at the thought that it had been so long since I had sucked a man to orgasm since I had swallowed his seed. The masseuse felt the same way, apparently, from the relish she displayed as she engulfed her customer's cock, her full breasts spilling out of her kimono, her head bobbing up and down vigorously. My hands were no longer massaging, just gripping Morty's shoulders as we watched together in silence.
Neither of us spoke as she writhed upon his body, his head tilted back in pleasure, her lips tightly wrapped around his long, hard shaft. The room was filled with the wet sounds of slurps and licks and swallows. The masseuse was in love with his cock, passionately pleasuring it with a smile on her face. She kept her eyes locked on him, watching his face as he moaned and grunted.
I kept looking downwards at Morty's lap. It was all too obvious that he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. His manhood pulsated within its prison, swollen with lust. Oh, how I wanted to free it, to satisfy its desires. I could feel my mouth unconsciously forming into a perfect "O," ready to take him into my mouth. I removed one of my hands from his shoulders and began to lazily rub myself through my pants, trying to temporarily satiate my ravenous desire.
Before long, the customer could no longer resist his masseuse's lascivious skills. He groaned like a wounded beast. His hips bucked wildly, but she refused to release her prey. She pulled him deeper into his mouth, not letting a single drop go to waste. Her throat bulged as she swallowed his cum. My tongue tingled with vicarious pleasure. My whole body smoldered. The masseuse released her customer from her mouth and beamed proudly at the camera, his semen dripping from her lips. I thirsted for it. I licked my lips. The clip ended.
I realized I had been holding my breath. I exhaled deeply and broke the silence. "Wow... That was pretty hot, don't you think?"
"Y-yeah..." he stammered. I leaned over him and looked down. His cock strained furiously against his pants. I whimpered and swallowed. God, that thing was tempting. What I wouldn't give to get him into my mouth and feel his body shake as he let me swallow his tasty treat. And I knew he would enjoy it, too. I would make sure of that...
"I just love her technique, the way she moves and bobs. And she has such passion. That's the kind of blowjob I love to watch like the girl's been poisoned and the only antidote is cum, you know? Passion is the single hottest ingredient in a blowjob."
He coughed drily. "I agree. She was pretty good."
My eyes spied a banana on his nightstand, presumably purloined from the dining hall this morning. I had an idea. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself. "How would you like to see my technique?" I asked. "Let me know what you think.
He turned around, his eyes wide. "What?!"
I stood up and grabbed the fruit, walking back over to him and peeling it. "Relax, not for real. Just a mock-up." I turned his seat away from the desk and placed the faux phallus between his legs, "accidentally" brushing against his inner thigh. He shuddered deliciously. "Just hold this right here, and watch me."
"I, uh, don't think I should..."
"But what? This isn't your dimension, Morty. I'm not the same Summer you're used to," she interrupted, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. "I'm way more confident here, and maybe I'm just exploring... life a little differently. You know?"
Morty scratched his head, trying to process her words. "So, like, you're saying it's okay for you to be all... flirty and stuff, but I can't? That seems a bit unfair."
"Not unfair," she corrected, leaning closer. "Just different. You're still my brother, and I'm still your sister. But here, maybe we're just allowed to be a little more... free, you know?"
"I...I guess that's alright..."
I licked my lips and smiled. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, I had to admit, but the look on his face as I tucked back my hair and lowered my face, engulfing the fruit between my lips, was real. That look of astonishment, of amazed disbelief, of happy wonder that someone was pampering his cock this way, that was what I loved most about giving a blowjob, even more than the feeling of power, more than the contentment of a job well done when he came inside my tight, little mouth.
His hand trembled as he tried to hold the fruit still. I rested one hand on his thigh, my fingers inching almost imperceptibly with each bob of my head closer and closer to the rigid shaft imprisoned in his pants, my fingernails grazing against the sensitive skin of his loins. With my other, I held his hand in mine, steadying his grip.
If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend I had a real, live cock to play with. I took as much as I could into my mouth, savoring that full sensation, the knowledge of being a good little cumslut, the feeling of deep-throating his entire long, thick shaft. His body trembled. My pussy was sopping wet, juices dripping.
I needed to feel the real thing. My body craved cock. I had hoped I could deceive myself, and satiate my hunger with some play-acting, but it wasn't working.
I wouldn't hurt to just...touch him, would it? Just a quick graze... This pale, soft, weak imitation between my lips just wasn't good enough. I had to feel a man's tool, feel its warmth, feel its pulse, feel its powerful shaking as it surrendered its orgasm...
I slid my hands forward until his manhood was underneath my palm. I sighed deeply through my nose as Morty gasped. He was big. He was big and hard and firm and hot. I squeezed gently and opened my eyes, gazing into his. "Summer..." he choked out. "You should move your hand..."
"Like this?" I whispered, sliding my hand slowly back and forth along his shaft. That glorious feeling of the real thing filled my hand and my mind. It was perfection...
"No, I mean you...shit... Shit, shit, shit... Fuck," he grunted, as his whole body convulsed and his cock spasmed in my grip. He tilted his head back and gritted his teeth. I watched silently in wonder as a large, wet spot grew at the tip of his twitching cock as Morty panted heavily, his hands gripping the chair's cushion. I rubbed my finger against it to be sure. It was sticky and warm and just a bit slippery. It was cum.
"Oh my god, dude!" I exclaimed, putting my hand up to my mouth, trying and failing to stifle a laugh. "I didn't mean to make you...um...wow." Just watching me blow a banana had been enough to make him blow his load... Fuck, that was flattering. What a shame that he had jizzed in his pants instead of in my mouth. All that wasted cum, unappreciated, untasted, unswallowed... I stuck my fingertip into my mouth and savored his salty flavor, his own, personal dessert he had made just for me... But it was nothing more than a soupçon. I ached for more. Morty was still looking down at his chest. His face was pink. His eyes were clenched. A single tear escaped from one eye. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"God, this is humiliating," he murmured. "I'm so sorry, Summer. You should go..."
I hugged his waist. "Morty! It's my fault. I'm sorry! I was the one who...you know... I didn't think you would go off... But that was one hell of a hair trigger. Isn't Jessica...taking care of this?" I asked, gesturing towards his stain.
He sighed bitterly. "Not really... She just doesn't seem to be interested in this stuff after being a time god... before that, we just had kissed, but she didn't make any sort of move, and if I put her hand on it she'd move it away after a bit. I don't know if she's shy or what, but it's giving me major blue balls."
"I can, uh, see that... Have you talked to her about it? You two sound like a great couple. It'd suck to let something like this ruin things."
"I guess I just don't know how to bring it up and she is the only girl who can handle Rick and his shenanigans. I don't want her to feel like I'm accusing her of being a bad girlfriend. And I don't want to pressure her if she's not up for it. She's perfect in every other way. Just not in the bedroom... It's driving me crazy. I keep fantasizing about just going down to a massage parlor and getting a happy ending for my sanity's sake."
"So you've gone all these months without her getting you off? That sucks, dude. And hey, I am sorry about...this..."
"It's fine. Just really, embarrassing. Let's keep this between us."
"Of course! And you know, accidents happen. I once had a guy bust a nut right as he was putting the condom on. It doesn't bother me. We laughed about it, we waited until he could get it up again, and we fucked. Honestly, I think it's flattering... It's kind of a turn-on.
"So, uh, what were you thinking about? When did that happen?"
He laughed. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Jessica sucking your dick?" I asked.
"No..."
"Hm...that porn star sucking your dick?"
"N-no..."
I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Me sucking your dick..?" He was deafeningly silent. Another bad idea came into my head. Should I propose what I was contemplating? He was my friend.
But we both needed it. It was a win-win. Wasn't it better that he used me than a random happy-ending masseuse? "So, uh...I missed your birthday last week. How about I give you a special...present? Our little secret? No more blue balls for you."
"I can't, Summer. Jessica..."
I unzipped his jeans and reached in. The entrancing aroma of arousal and semen poured out. His moist, sticky manhood was still dormant, deflated, and flaccid. "Jessica's not here, and she's not doing her job. If she's not going to do it, she can't complain when someone else does. Besides, you and I are family, right? Just think of it as a sister helping out her brother. This is just a...favor between family," I explained. "A family-friendly blowjob and it's kinky." I pulled out and studied the small, vulnerable member in my hand. Even now, in the depths of his refractory period, it was still impressive: thick and heavy. A brown circumcision scar wrapped around its shaft. His head was a soft pink. He looked delicious.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he replied without conviction.
"Why not? I know you'll enjoy it. It's just like a back rub. But lower down, and with my mouth. If you change your mind, just say so and I'll stop. What do you say?"
His chest rose and fell as he debated himself. I wish I could hear what he was thinking. Would he say yes? Would he say no? Would he tell Jessica? His eyes looked scared. I extended my tongue and caressed the head of his cock for a bit of extra encouragement. He shuddered.
"Sure," he gasped.
I blinked. "Really? Wow, okay, then! Let's do this." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, opened my lips, and engulfed his cock, suckling his soft organ. It was hard to believe something so tiny and limp could grow to become the hard, massive tool that had been threatening to burst out of his pants just minutes ago.
It didn't take long for my ministrations to achieve their desired effect. His penis slowly inflated in my mouth, arousing itself from its refractory slumber. I silently thanked Evolution for such a delightful design. The feeling of him growing between my lips was nothing short of miraculous. I wanted him to rock hard. I wanted him writhing. I wanted him to cum inside my mouth. I craved it. Deep within me, I could feel an avalanche of pleasure about to be released.
I began rubbing his pants, grazing my fingernails along his thighs and his balls. They contracted from my touch, but his cock throbbed. I waited for him to tell me to stop, that I was going too far, that he wanted me to cease my sucking, but he never did. I looked up into his confused eyes. Was he surprised that his friend was doing this for him? Glad that I was? Ashamed that he let me? Afraid that Jessica would find out? I didn't know. I didn't care. I had his cock. That was enough.
By now, his cock had fully hardened, his smooth, firm shaft filling my mouth perfectly, as though I had been made just to suck his cock, to give him pleasure, to bring him to orgasm and swallow the evidence.
I took a deep breath and slowly, patiently worked my way down the length of his long shaft until my lips brushed against his pubic hair and I had all of him inside me, the head of his cock against the back of my throat. I savored the sensation for a few seconds, a sheath for his sword, a hole for his cock to rest in.
I wished I could just kneel her all day, keeping his cock between my lips and sucking him off every time he grew hard, his own personal fellatrix slave. Nothing turned me on like giving a man head, worshipping his cock, pleasuring him, and stimulating his most private and intimate organ.
The head of his cock brushed against my lips. His shaft slid past my tongue. His most filled my nostrils. His cock pulsated and throbbed inside my mouth, every heartbeat transmitted directly to me.
He grunted. "Oh Jeez, I'm gonna cum," he warned. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into his mouth, unwilling to sacrifice any of his ambrosial essence, as I eagerly awaited his climax. I didn't have to wait long.
His cock spasmed inside my mouth, pushing me over the edge of my orgasm. I quivered, trembling between his thighs, as cum gushed into me, nearly overwhelming me. Ecstasy crashed over me, sending me tumbling into the depths of euphoria. My orgasm spread through my limbs, my brain lost in a haze as I lost track of everything but the cock in my mouth. Morty put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his manhood, encouraging me to swallow, not that I needed any. I jubilantly drank every last drop of his scrumptious semen, filling my stomach with his seed.
I sucked fervently, consuming all that I could until he was empty and dry. My body stopped shuddering as Morty and I panted, catching our breath together. I surrendered his happy cock, both of us glowing in post-orgasmic bliss. His jaw hung limply, his mouth open. Somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, my conscience whispered, reminding me that sucking off my taken friend had probably been a huge mistake, but it was drowned out by the exhilarated cheers of my libido.
"So what did you think of my technique?" I asked, licking the last few specks of his cum off my lips.
"Amazing... Incredible..." he mumbled dreamily. "I needed that..."
"I'll say... I was worried I was going to drown there for a second. That would have been an embarrassing obituary..."
"Glad you didn't choke. I wouldn't want to kiss you right now. No offense..."
"None taken. It's an acquired taste. But delicious," I added, as he smiled.
"So, uh, Summer. Would you mind if we made this a regular...thing?"
"Morty! Are you asking me if I'll come to your room and suck your cock whenever you need to cum?"
"Well..."
"Gladly," I replied. I had to admit, I felt a little, well, a lot, like a cum slut agreeing to blow my friend on demand. But the thought of it warmed me in a way that made me want to go back to my room, lock the door, and drain my vibrator's batteries.
Besides, it couldn't hurt, right? It was nothing more than a blowjob.
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