Debbie DeBubblia was one of a kind. Some thought that it was shameful. Some thought that it was a very good thing and that there should be more young ladies in the world like her. The ones who thought the former were usually the ones who had never had the chance to fuck her. Everybody wanted to fuck her.
She had 42DD tits, a twenty-three inch waist, a bubble butt, and thighs just thick enough to make great earmuffs on a cold winter's night.
She also had a brain the size of a raisin. To call her a bimbo would have been highly inaccurate, though. It would have made her seem far and away more intelligent than she actually was. She called herself, with an odd amount of pride, a ditz. It wasn't any more accurate than calling her a bimbo, but it was one of the few words she could consistently remember when asked to describe herself. So, she was known by everyone as Debbie the Ditz.
The fact is that anyone could hoodwink Debbie into doing almost anything. What people most regularly tried to hoodwink her into was fucking them. The irony, which seemed lost on most people, was that it was the one thing that nobody actually needed to fool her into doing. All anyone had to do was ask. She loved sex. She lived for sex. She was born for sex. She was really, really good at sex. It was the one area in which she genuinely excelled.
The latest one to waste time trying to fool her into amorous activity was her math teacher, Willis Thwinkle. He had promised her a passing grade for a daily blowjob and tit fuck. Debbie, of course, would happily have done without the added incentive.
Thwinkle was nearly fifty years old, had a pot gut, spindly legs, skinny arms, and smelled bad. Debbie didn't care. Mr. Thwinkle was her favorite kind of man. He had a cock.
Thwinkle moaned as Debbie's soft, pillow-like lips slid up and down his little dick. Even though she had been doing this to him every day after school for about two months he still couldn't believe that a girl that looked like Debbie was willing to grease his pole.
"That's a good girl," he said as he patted her head with one hand and mauled one of her huge hooters with the other, "Suck it."
As her pretty, blonde head bobbed in her math teachers lap she reached down to tickle his balls with her fingers. Thwinkle groaned and wheezed as he started bucking his hips against her face.
Debbie knew that when he started bucking he was almost ready. She pulled her lips up to the head of his dick and gave it a slow, sloppy lick. Thwinkle groaned again.
Then she pulled her mouth completely off of him, buried his stiffy in the soft cavern between her tits, and shouted, "Titty time!"
He started cumming at the first contact with her pliant flesh. It wasn't a lot, but was enough for her to scoop up with her fingers and swallow after he had finished.
When she had finished licking up her math teacher's dribble of jizz she pulled her t-shirt back down over her huge jugs, thanked Mr. Thwinkle for the "yummy, little snack" and skipped out of the classroom wondering who she'd get to fuck next.
Had she had even one more brain cell she would have remembered that Billy Snerk would be waiting outside of the classroom for her as he did every day. He knew that she would be giving old man Thwinkle his daily jug job.
Billy was Debbie's polar opposite He was tall, gangly, homely, and the smartest kid in school. He and Debbie had known each other since the sixth grade. He was one of the few people who knew her well enough to have worked out that you didn't need to trick her into fucking.
So, when Debbie emerged from the classroom he smiled and said, "Hi, Debbie. Wanna fuck?"
She threw her arms around him and cooed, "Oh, Billy, you're such a smoothie. You know just what to say to a girl." Then she gave him a big, wet kiss.
She had always liked Billy. He was her favorite kind of boy. He had a cock.
"Okay," said Billy, giving one of Debbie's big tits a playful squeeze, "Let's go to my car."
Debbie looked confused and said, "I thought we were gonna fuck."
"Well, not right here in the school hallway, you little ditz," said Billy with a smile.
Debbie giggled and said, "Oh, right. We'll fuck in your car."
"No," said Billy.
"No?" said the eager slut with great disappointment.
"No," Billy repeated, "I'm going to drive us up to Lookout Point. Then we'll fuck."
"Oh," said the girl.
She furrowed her brow as though she was trying to think of something. She rarely did that because it made her head hurt.
Finally, looking like she had come to some very important decision, she said haughtily, "Okay, on one condition."
"What's that?" Billy asked.
"I get to suck your cock while we're driving up there," said the blonde firmly.
"That sounds fair," Billy agreed.
As they traveled up to Lookout Point, Billy hoped that his driving wasn't too erratic. The blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap was very distracting. Between the slick tightness of Debbie's suction and the constant darting and dancing of her tongue along his stiff pole he was having trouble concentrating on the road.