Switcheroo

One thing about Jason. He's a liar. A terrible one at that. He boasts about dumping Heather for not suckling her twat.

One thing about Heather, everything she does and wears is specifically calculated to make no doubt sure she's the center of attention. All eyes on her. A slutty call girl.

She showed up at my door night before last with an open bottle of tequila in hand, all giggly and smiles. I gave her a lingering, ten second body feel.

"Don't you look edibly fuckable."

She cocked her svelte hips. "Is that so much to ask?"

As usual, she was wearing a black leather mini-skirt with waist-high slits and a matching black Spandex tube top. Firm, knockout tits showcased her raspberry-sized, perky nipples.

Now I don't drink often, but who could blame me? I was all too giddy to oblige, bettin' she had a lot more on her mind than just casual banter. So I drank with her, listening to her rant and ravTe on and on about pent up sexual frustration. Like her realizing the pitiful truth about Jason. It made her even sexier.

"I don't get it. His puny dick made me laugh. After all the begging and misty-eyed pleading, I finally gave in. Can you believe I let that loser fuck me. Twice? Anything to shut his whiny, lyin' ass up. A total sympathy fuck. Bet he bragged about being some studly sex god."

She took a slug, wiped her cutesie mouth, gulped another, then passed me the bottle. I tried to match her, taking a good sized pull myself. I fell over laughing, "Classic Jason. So it's true he wouldn't suckle your puss? I'd be gettin' down with a quickness to be tongue fuckin' your little snatch."

Me talkin' raunchy about her really turned her on. And pissed her off, striking a nerve.

"Tongue fuckin', huh? Diggin' that. But hell no the twerp wouldn't! I waxed it clean as a whistle, just for him! Believe me I was livid. Tell me, what kind of man in his right mind doesn't get his rocks off making a horny gal like me writhe and moan in orgasm from his tongue? Damn, I need some thick dick!"

She sighed, parting her thighs overly wide. Her mission was too obvious. I had to get closer, close enough I could nearly smell the sweet scent of her essence.

I boldly stated, "Let's just face it. You know damned well we both wanna' fuck."

"Shit! That's my line!"

"I get dibs on tongue fuckin' that pussy first."

"I'm so wet."

"Yummy. Tell you what. I'll make mad tongue love to your naked twat, giving you so many orgasms you'll lose count."

She spread her legs even further, licked her full, glossy red lips, then said, "I'm dyin' to get fucked by your tongue. Just do me Bret."

I laughed, "I'll lick, fuck, suck and rock the living breath out of that sex-starved body. Watch your eyes roll back, clutching the sheets, and coming again."

"Oh God. Can't stop friggin' my sloppy wet pussy. Your words--come-coming!"

"Doin' my job."

First, I suckled her tiny toes then traced my tongue up a toned calve and along the inner side of both lili white thighs. Her whole body quivered.

"Oh no. Oh yes, Oh yeah! You're doin' it again!"

"Yup. Hold on little fire cracker, just gettin' started."

In focused anticipation she raised up her flawless, heart-shaped tush, allowing me to easily peel off her dainty panties. I gnawed on their come laced crotch before stuffing them in her mouth.

"Such a nice little butterfly pussy, all shiny with come. The pleasure will be all mine."

"Oh God, I'm gonna' come again. I need your nice fat rod inside me now! Ugh, that feels so fucking good! Your hot tongue swirling around, teasing my lonely clit."

"Yup. It's addicting. Everything about your immaculately freckled body is addicting."

I then thumbed 'round her bold, unshy bud while snaking my tongue deep into her tasty, well lubricated box, savoring the moment. She bucked her hips violently, kneading her fingers into my hair, fastening my face to her slippery cunt. A slow, steady stream of translucent come oozed onto my eagerly lapping tongue.

I jammed it into her puckered virgin glory hole. Her body trembled. Then she turned over, ass up, face down, splayed her ass cheeks wide, inviting me in.

I gripped her alabaster hips, entering her from behind. First deep and slow, then harder, faster, eventually pounding her squishy, noisy pussy. Our sweaty bodies collided in unison.

She squeezed the sperm out of me, helping me come an incredible three times. Inside and all over her that night. Both satiated, we slept easily.

Some time in the early afternoon, we played footsie while we ate. Biscuits and sausage gravy.

I lost my bet. She proved she could more than deep throat me, taking all my come, gulping it down with a devilish grin on her face.

Not only was my ready tool perfect for her, she was perplexed as to how I had so much stamina.

She might be a bimbo, but now she's my badass bimbo. Remember gentlemen, ladies always come first.