"I don't like scars," Kate said, ripping open the med-packet. "Here, you do my left tit." She handed him a two-centimeter patch, then pulled out a second one and slapped it on the skin of her right breast, covering the long, crooked welt he'd singed into her perfectly tanned skin.
The burn on her left tit had been lined up properly. A blister was rising where she'd pressed the cigarette to it, a miniature nipple just a centimeter above the big, brown gumdrop at the tip of her hemispherical breast. When he carefully laid the rubbery white disk over it, the smart material disengaged from his fingertips and adhered fiercely to her skin. He wondered if she'd bought the kind with analgesics, or if pain after sex was her thing too.
His eyes wandered, searching for ghosts of other burns, but all he saw was smooth, featureless skin. It was as if she were wrapped in one single, uniformly lightly tanned scar.
"You think you can get it up a third time for the last hole?" She brought him back to the now, "C'mon, stand up!"
He didn't know if she meant for him or for his cock to stand up, but he rolled out of bed and got to his feet, teenage erection bouncing up obediently, expecting her to kneel in front of him. Instead, she rolled over, pushed herself until her head hung off the bed and looked at him upside-down.
"Let me have a little taste first," she stuck her tongue out and licked at the head of his cock, "When that sweet money shot goes down my throat, I don't even get to taste it, but," she caressed the flared head and ran her tongue along the underside, "I'm willing to make a little sacrifice for you!"
She couldn't move her head much, so she pulled on his balls, forcing him forward, taking his cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue and cheeks, then a little scrape from a molar as his cockhead found its way past her teeth. When he felt himself at the sensitive opening of her throat, he slowed down, moving more gently. Did she really want him to...
She couldn't tell him what she wanted, not with her mouth full, but when his balls mashed against her forehead, she reached around, grabbing his buttcheeks, pulling him in deeper.
His eyes widened as he saw her neck bulge, his thick cock entering her throat. Mesmerized, he thrust harder, the outline of his erection moving down to her collarbones.
She released her hold then, and moved her hands to her crotch, one middle finger tracing little circles around her clit, the other slipping between her pussylips. That left eight fingers free... would this "three-hole slut" slip one up her tight arse?
No, but she did open her legs and squeeze a second finger into her vaj, her arse squirming as she began to pump her hips. Tony felt his own hips moving now, thrusting in time with her heaving chest, those unnaturally hard, symmetrical breasts rising and falling faster and faster as she fought to take him down her throat without a pause for breath.
He'd shot off twice for her already, but his balls still had some teenage power left in reserve, though he was gasping as hard as she would have, if she could. The sight of her body almost bouncing off the bed as her struggles grew more violent finally turned his eyeballs up in his sockets (blocking his view of those disturbing burns) and he brought up the last few sperm his sphincters could press out, shooting off deep down her distended throat.
When he could see again, he looked down, expecting her violent climax to leave her as drained as he was, as limp as his slowly relaxing cock. But she was still convulsing, flailing clumsily with her arms. She was pushing him away, he realized dimly, she was desperate for air. He stepped back, that one step taking more effort than anything, withdrawing his half-erection from her gasping mouth.
"AaaaAAAHHH!" she frantically sucked in a breath, blew out, then sucked in even more deeply, "That -- wheeze -- was fucking -- gasp -- brain-burning! Here," she reached out and seized his softening cock, fingers slick with pussyjuice wringing out the last drops of semen, dripping them on her extended tongue -- not an easy trick to do upside-down -- saying, "Just a little taste, boy!" Then she rolled over, moving slowly so as not to get dizzy, and patted the bed beside her. Exhausted, he flopped down next to her.
