Eric knocked on the door into John's apartment.
Time stood still. This was it.
Who... or what... was going to open that door?
He was early. Much earlier than the rest of the book club. They'd agreed to show up together, but he wanted to be the first one here to see... her.
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That hot little bitch from the book club had, all of the sudden, started posting the most depraved, incredible, fucked-up, sexy shit he had ever seen. Well - seen before the AGS outbreak, at least. He remembered how she had called him out for touching the side of her bra awhile back. Okay. Well... he touched her boob. It had caused a whole... thing. He was the only guy in the book club, and so they gave him so much slack that it felt kinda patronizing. A lot of "if we don't make some allowances, then our group runs the risk of being unwelcoming" that, to Eric, sounded an awful lot like he was the token guy who they tolerated so that other, better guys might feel more comfortable joining.
It was only the four of them in the group, after all. Amanda and Zoey, the other members, both seemed like they were hoping this group might end up more as a co-ed enterprise. Amanda wanted a prime boyfriend, clearly, but none ever seemed to show. Eric thought it might help if Zoey stopped choosing raunchy romances and (not so) stealthily fingering herself through her pocket during the meetings. Eric appreciated the smell, though, when he caught it. It made staring at Veronica's ass just a bit spicier. Mmmmm... Veronica. Veronica, the only one who had seemingly joined to read the books, and was mostly ignorant of all of this. The goddess with a perfect body that she kept bound up with cargo pants and sweaters. Veronica had just wanted to join a book club to read, and didn't want to deal with greasy bottom-feeders poking awkwardly at her breasts.
Eric wasn't deterred. He kept trying, but at that point it was mostly to spite Veronica. He made it a point to leer directly at her fully-clothed legs every time she moved them within his eye line, and then made direct eye contact with her afterwards - making it completely clear what he was doing. He never did it to anyone else, and never let anyone else see. But he wanted *her* to know, specifically, how he felt about her whorish body.
She'd gotten in the habit of returning his gaze with an empty not-quite-a-smile. It drove Eric mad sometimes.
He could still see it in his mind. Veronica's stunning tits, carefully contained in a tight sweater. His eyes moving slowly from where her nipples were hidden beneath layers of fabric, to her face, then back and forth slowly and suggestively. He moved his eyes slowly enough and from far enough away that no one but her could see what he was doing. But she would just sit there, icily. staring back at him with an empty expression.
Refusing to acknowledge him.
So when it had been Eric's turn to pick the book of the month a few days ago, Amanda had been kinda glad that Veronica hadn't been there. Amanda figured Eric'd pick something... a bit unorthodox, perhaps a little bit risqué. Amanda figured she'd tolerate it, roll her eyes at Zoey's pretended disinterest, and then tell Veronica that nothing bad had happened once she'd gotten back from wherever she'd disappeared to. Some kind of trip or something, the rumor mill seemed to say? Eh.
Amanda figured she had dodged a bullet until Eric and Zoey had shown up with a kind of gleeful, barely contained energy. Wide grins on their faces, they sat down and stared directly at Amanda.
Zoey started softly. She took a deep breath. "We have a club activity that we want to pursue as a group as part of an ongoing bit of side-work that Eric and I have been doing on the side. There's an online... sort-of-book that we've be-"
"IT'S MY TURN I PICK VERONICA'S BLOG FOR MY BOOK."
Zoey turned to look at Eric and smacked him. "Dude! We needed to slow play this. This is insane, she's not ready and she's got to be ready by tomorrow."
Reflexively, Amanda pulled out her phone and started searching as she spoke with disinterest. "That's... huh? We can't read a blog together for a book club. You realize that no one will take us seriously." Amanda saw a link to a blog that used - huh, Veronica's real first and last name. Bold, these days. She clicked it and glanced up as it loaded. "Besides, what on earth could she even have to talk about? She never leaves... her..."
Amanda's voice dropped as the page loaded. Her eyes widened as Zoey smiled at Eric and leaned back into the chair. "Give her a second."
The most recent post loaded automatically. A picture of Veronica was shown at the top.
Amanda's eyes had trouble leaving the clear still image, kneeling on the ground eyes looking up at a camera. Her tits were clearly visible, and her ass could be seen peeking over her shoulder. Her tongue was sticking out, and ropes of white cum could clearly be seen sitting directly on top of it. Most distracting, however, was the look of... intensely aroused interest in her eyes. She was clearly horny as hell and intensely focused on something. And, most importantly, her face was lit up with the widest, brightest smile that Amanda had ever seen on Veronica's face. Her eyes were so wide it almost drew your gaze away from the ropes of cum just sitting on her extended tongue and open mouth.
Amanda's hand shook. What?? She had trouble tearing her eyes off the picture to read the paragraph nearby.
'For my week off I wanted to try a neat trick for my fetish! Even before this week, I was starting to love, love, love the taste of cum. Maybe just John's cum? But probably all of it. The smell fills my nostrils, I wanna chew it up like some kinda gummy-snack treat when it's thick, and the salty taste just makes me want to imagine it on all my favorite foods! So I've been using some meditative tricks and John's conditioning to sort of refine my focus and... condition myself? Like - I asked John to fill my mouth with cum a few days ago, and then spent a few hours letting it sit in my mouth while I tried to get as turned on as possible. I kept doing this in a more and more targeted way until having that salty snack in my mouth just made me drip from the taste alone. And with John's help, I'm happy to report that I've accomplished -'
Amanda's read of the paragraph was interrupted as the image of Veronica above *moaned,* as it was revealed that the picture was actually a video of Ver... sitting still. Veronica's pussy started squirting, and she started to spasm in place. Her muscles tensed, and she clearly was trying very hard not to move as her body shuddered. Her eyes, still wide, sitting atop the wild unchanging smile, now took on a genuinely unhinged quality, staring directly at the camera through a long, unbroken orgasm. Throughout, the cum sat jiggling on her tongue in her open mouth. You could see the little air ripples across it as she squealed in ecstasy, if you looked closely enough. She stopped after a few moments to flash a look of success at the camera, and then (with a wide grin) slowly started to pull the cum into her mouth.
Her tongue, ever-so-gently, retracted into her mouth. It seemed to be just gently lowering the cum deeper into her gullet. Her expression was one of intense rapture as her mouth closed and her throat made a slow, deliberate swallowing motion.
