--WebTV-Mail-19171-355 Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Message/RFC822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Received: from mailsorter-103-2.bryant.webtv.net (209.240.198.103) by storefull-157.iap.bryant.webtv.net with WTV-SMTP; Fri, 26 May 2000 07:41:55 -0700 (PDT) Received: by mailsorter-103-2.bryant.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix) id 4F1DE72; Fri, 26 May 2000 07:41:55 -0700 (PDT) Delivered-To: storm_bringer1@mailsorter-bryant.bryant.webtv.net Received: from storefull-158.iap.bryant.webtv.net (storefull-158.iap.bryant.webtv.net [209.240.198.235]) by mailsorter-103-2.bryant.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix) with ESMTP id 456662E for <storm_bringer1@mailsorter-bryant.bryant.webtv.net>; Fri, 26 May 2000 07:41:55 -0700 (PDT) Received: (from production@localhost) by storefull-158.iap.bryant.webtv.net (8.8.8-wtv-d/mt.gso.26Feb98) id HAA09959; Fri, 26 May 2000 07:41:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Storm_bringer1@webtv.net X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhQDggC651V0joTtQu/pOBGowEO7WAIVAIR6nrQyEVudZ/Y7yb71RSPgx5+n Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 10:41:54 -0400 (EDT) To: Storm_bringer1@webtv.net Subject: Your Money or Your Mouth Message-ID: <11347-392E8D32-4897@storefull-158.iap.bryant.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: Quoted-Printable MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Your Money or Your Mouth by Stormbringer Storm_bringer1@webtv.net Heather slowly shuffled into her apartment building after another evening of waiting tables at the diner. It was close to midnight, but her landlord's, Mr. Potter, door was open and she could hear his tv blasting some war movie. She tried to be quiet and sneak by his doorway, but he spotted her and ran outside to intercept her. "Where's your rent money this month?" he said stepping out into the foyer. Heather was shy and had trouble looking people in the eyes. She looked down at the floor and saw the ever present comic book in his hand. She was surprised to see that this one was X-rated, she didn't even know they made such a thing. Heather looked up, catching him trying to stare down her blouse at her over proportioned breasts. She hated being ogled like that, but had grown to accept it. "I'm sorry Mr. Potter. Money's been tight this week, please give me more time," she begged. "I'll give you two more weeks," he replied openly running his eyes from her long nylon covered legs to her blonde hair all messed up under a hair net. "Two weeks and then I start looking for a paying tenant." He crinkled his nose at her with distaste and then he turned, going back into his apartment. Heather brought her sleeve up to her nose and took a whiff of the ugly pink uniform. Sure enough, she stank of meatloaf. She sighed and slowly climbed the three flights to her one bedroom apartment. Heather was eighteen and had just started college. In high school she was a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in her class, despite her shyness and the fact that she wasn't into partying. She had even managed to stay a virgin up until a couple months ago when she had met Jack, her boyfriend. Jack had managed to talk her into sex after only a few dates accomplishing what no high school boy had done in three years. Jack was tall, good-looking, charming, and she knew immediately that he was the one. Now Heather wasn't so sure. Jack was lazy and he didn't even take her out any more. All he ever wanted to do was drink beer and poke her with his penis for a few minutes. She didn't know why sex was such a big deal to all the other girls. She barely enjoyed it. Heather was worried about her money situation as she entered her apartment. She took off the hair net and let her long blonde hair fall down to her shoulders. She removed the foul-smelling uniform and turned the shower on. Nude, Heather looked at herself in the mirror. A girl with high self-esteem would have been proud of the body in the mirror, but Heather was embarrassed by it. She thought her breasts were too big for her thin body. It made her look top-heavy. One jealous girl had even spread the rumor around that Heather had gotten a boob job in highschool. She also hated her nipples. Her aureola were as big around as a coke can and her nipples poked out almost an inch long. Her nipples always seemed half-erect, drawing even more unwanted male stares, since she had trouble covering them up. None of the girls in the shower room at gym class had even come close to having breasts or nipples this big and she hated her breasts, though Jack had gone gaga over them. Heather climbed into the shower, thinking about the money. Tuition had just taken her entire savings and she was stuck living on $2.65 an hour. She would have to struggle to come up with her rent money in two weeks. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0********** Two weeks later. Heather's car had broken down. She had managed to save a little tip money that week, but having the car fixed used it all up and then some. She didn't even have enough to get it out of the shop and she was working extra shifts at the diner to raise the money. She was tired all the time and her school work was suffering. Heather tried to sneak past Mr. Potter's room and had thought she made it when she heard his voice behind her. "Heather your a bum," he said, "and your about to be a homeless bum if I don't get my money." "I'm sorry Mr. Potter," said Heather starting to cry, "but I'm broke this month. Isn't there any way you could let me slide this month?" Heather felt a shiver trave up her spine as he openly ogled her body, licking his lips nervously. Sweat broke out on his brow and he dabbed it with a tissue. His beady eyes and his up-turned nose made her think of a pig as he stared at her. "I'll tell you what," he said nervously, "I might be willing to let you slide this month if you give me a blow job." Bile rose in Heather's throat and she felt like gagging. She would never put a man's penis in her mouth, not even Jack's and especially not this creepy old man's. Mr. Potter was skinny, shorter then she was, and almost completely bald. Under his unbuttoned shirt, course gray hair covered his chest topped off by a tacky gold chain. He was simply one of the most disgusting men she had ever seen. Potter could tell she didn't like the idea and said, "I'll give you tonight to think about it. Bring either your mouth or your money to my apartment at 8:00 am or I'll be padlocking your door by noon." He looked at her hot body from her legs to her breasts again, wanting to drool when he saw the outline of her nipples pushing out her uniform blouse. He turned and entered his apartment. Heather had trouble sleeping that night. Jack had called wanting to come over, but she had told him she wasn't feeling well. She pictured Jack's penis in her mind. It was short and skinny, probably just under five inches long when erect. It was around the size of a lollipop and wouldn't be all that hard to put in her mouth. Plus, he only lasts a couple of strokes and it would all be over in a couple minutes. She had made up her mind by the time her alarm went off. She really didn't have a choice. Heather dressed for school, wearing a conservative top over jeans despite the heat of the day. She kept thinking that it'll all be over in a couple minutes as she left her apartment, slowly heading down stairs Heather gulped as she approached Mr Potter's door and she raised her fist, lightly rapping on the door, almost wishing he wouldn't hear her knock. He opened it immediately, almost as if he had been waiting on the other side. He was wearing a robe belted around his waist. The area around his crotch was tented out obscenely and she wondered what he had shoved under his robe to make it bulge so much. "Well did you bring your money or your mouth?" he asked leering at her. Heather just held her head down and whispered, "My mouth." He stepped aside and she entered his apartment. It was messy, with dirty clothes scattered on the floor and dirty dishes piled in the sink. Comics were scattered on the tables, most of them x-rated. Heather was surprised to see that many of the super-heroines had buxom bodies that resembled her own. Mr Potter sat down in a recliner and spread his legs. "Come on bitch," he said, "you know what to do." "No I don't," answered Heather, a little shocked at his language. Mr Potter was surprised. "You mean you've never sucked a guy off before?" "No," she replied still looking down at the ground shyly. "I've always thought that oral sex was dirty and disgusting." Potter was a little disappointed. He had assumed such a hot bitch was probably an expert at sucking cock. It occurred to him that he could teach her how to service him properly. He perked up a little when it hit him that she had probably never had her pussy eaten either and he might be able to use this knowledge to his advantage. "Fine then I'll tell you what to do. Kneel between my legs," he ordered. Heather's knees were shaking and she was relieved to kneel down. She looked up at him waiting for instructions. "Ok Heather," he said, "here's the deal. You suck on my cock until I cum and you don't have to pay this month's rent. If you can't make me cum it doesn't count. Understand?" Heather nodded wondering what the big deal was. If he wasn't any different from Jack, he'd orgasm after a couple of minutes. She also didn't like his course language"Just don't orgasm in my mouth," she said. "That's fine," he responded. "Now undo my robe and take my cock out." Heather's first class of the day was in women's studies and she wandered what her classmates what think of the base act she was about to perform. She reached out a shaking hand and opened his robe down to his belt, revealing his chest and stomach. She was surprised to see that his body was pretty cut and trim. He was lean, muscular, and probably fairly good-looking when he was younger. His white chest hair covered his upper torso and a line of white hair pointed the way to his crotch under his navel. Heather decided that she should quit dawdling and just get this over with. She reached out and untied his belt. It came loose and something smacked her in the chin with enough force to sting her a little. Heather jumped back and stared in awe at the old man's crotch. His penis was simply gigantic. It had to of been twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist. She had no idea that penis's came in different sizes and she didn't know how she was going to get this monstrosity in her mouth. She heard Mr Potter cackling a she stared at his penis. "You ever seen a cock that big?" he asked still laughing at her. Heather shook her head, still staring at it. She hated to admit it, but his cock..his penis was beautiful. The head was plump and smooth, about as big as a plum. The rest of his rod was hard and thick. She thought that his penis was so big and hard that she could hammer nails with it. It wasn't fair that Jack's big, muscular body had a little limp penis and Potter's short, skinny body had a proud, massive cock. "First bitch," he ordered, "I want you to lick around the head." Heather gulped and reached out her hand to hold it steady. Her fingers closed around the tip and she caressed it, still in awe over the size. It was only the second penis she had ever seen and the first she had looked at this closely. She hadn't even really touched Jack's penis before, with the exception of squeezing it to make it hard enough to penetrate her. She hefted Potter's mighty penis in her hand feeling how heavy it was. She lifted it and looked down the rod to his testicles. They were also gigantic and they hung down low, heavy in his sack. The underside of his penis was dominated by a large blue vein that seemed to throb with each beat of his heart. "Quit gawking and start sucking," said Potter, growing impatient. Startled out of her reverie, Heather stroked her hand down his shaft and gripped the base, realizing that her fingers didn't even touch around the thick shaft. She brought her head forwards, disgusted to see that the pee-slit was opening and closing, as it spit out large amounts of pre-cum. She touched her lips to his cock, feeling the hard skin of his cock head against her lips. She tentatively licked out her tongue and flickered it across the tip tasting his pre-cum. Heather then swirled her tongue around the big bulbous head, running it along the hard flared ridge and back up to tease his pee-slit. "Oh yeah baby," moaned Potter, " Now lick up and down the sides." This really isn't that bad, thought Heather as she finished licking around the head and proceeded to lick up and down the foot long shaft. "Now take my balls into your mouth," he ordered. Heather ran her lips down the big vein on the underside to the base of his cock. The monster was resting against her face, the tip pushing into her blonde hair as she licked his balls. She took first one and then the other into her mouth, licking her tongue all around the big hairy things. "Enough," he barked, "Now it's time you started sucking bitch." Heather ran her mouth back up his rod and then she stopped staring at it for a minute. She put her lips back on the tip and opened her mouth. She pushed down, feeling her jaw stretch as the big plum-sized head entered her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head as she sucked on it in her mouth. Potter loved how hot and wet her mouth was. "More bitch," he said, wanting to feel his entire cock inside her mouth. Heather relaxed her jaw and pushed down taking several inches of his rod into her mouth. She felt the head sliding into her throat and she gagged, removing her mouth to catch her breath. "You are a worthless bum," said Potter contemptuously. "You might as well give up now and start looking for another place to live." Horrified that she would still get thrown out even after going this far, Heather immediately swallowed the head back into her mouth and began swallowing again. Potter wanted to shout with triumph as this buxom teenager slowly swallowed more and more of his cock into her mouth. She reached the halfway point and began gagging again. "You really suck at this, Heather," he said. She looked up at him angrily, with a look of determination on her face. He loved seeing her look at him like that with her lips wrapped around his cock. She started swallowing again and he said, "Relax your throat and just let it slide in." Heather wasn't a worthless bum and she was determined to prove to this old man that she could do it. At eight inches, she began sucking, catching her breath when her mouth was on the tip and trying to take more of his cock with each swallow. Her jaw was loosening and it was becoming easier as she got used to it. She was also ashamed at how her body was responding to this degrading act. Her half-erect nipples were rubbing her bra and she could feel dampness on her panties. Her whole body felt alive and ultra sensitive, even more then when she made love to Jack. Concentrating hard, she pushed down feeling the old man's penis push into her throat and she kept going. Something tickled her nose and opening her eyes, she saw his gray pubic hair staring her in the face. She had taken it all. "Why you cock-sucking slut," he said laughing, "It looks like we've found something your actually good at." Heather swore she could hear her nipples pop out, rock hard, and her vagina started gushing at his compliment...insult? Why would her body be reacting this way? Still, she was pleased to know that he was enjoying this. "Now slut," he ordered, "suck that cock hard and fast." Her mind rebelled against following this disgusting old man's orders, but her body leapt to obey. She sucked on his entire cock for what seemed like an eternity, developing a rythm of sucking on it and licking around the head as she caught her breath. Heather experimented finding that he reacted more with her lips squeezing tightly around his shaft. Finally, it seemed to grow even larger and the old man started moaning, bucking his hips into her mouth. She knew he was close and she quickly sucked up, removing it from her mouth. She held it steady pointing at her face. It seemed to tremble in her hand and the head was simply gigantic. It had turned a dark red and seemed like it was about to explode at any second. "Gawd dammit bitch," screamed Potter. "Make me cum." She saw his fingers were clenching the arms of the chair and he seemed ready to leap out of his seat with frustration. Heather was used to cleaning up Jack's few drops of semen from her vagina after sex and she was curious what it looked like oozing out of a penis. She slowly brought her fist up from the base to the head and back down again. When she reached the half-way point, the pee-slit opened wide and it seemed to spit at her. She blinked as a large wad of sperm exploded in her face. The monster penis seemed alive as it leaped out of her hand and blew another wad into her hair. She fell back in horror at the sperm bath and another wad flew onto her blouse. She watched in awe as more wads of cum flew from the engorged head until the pressure was gone. He wasn't done yet though, his penis kept pouring out sperm onto the floor, soiling the carpet. It was Potters turn to look at Heather in awe. "Damn slut," he said, "that was the best fucking load I ever blew." Heather felt a shiver run through her body when she heard that she had pleased him. She watched his penis. It throbbed with each beat of his heart, shrinking slowly until it hung over the chair, still at least eight inches long when soft. She looked up at her landlord, he was staring back at her lustfully. She looked down at his penis again and was shocked to see that the monster was swelling again, growing bigger and longer as it grew erect once more. Jack never got hard right after cumming! Heather felt sperm trickling down her cheek and not knowing what else to do, she ran from his apartment. Heather ran into her room and locked the door. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, disgusted to see the unbelievable number of strands of sperm covering her face, hair, and soiling her blouse. Still, she also realized that this was the most turned on she had ever been and she would be calling Jack to come over that night. Heather felt the sperm liquefying and it started dripping down her cheeks and over her lips. She unconsciously licked her lips tasting a man's cum for the first time. She realized what she had done and grabbed her toothbrush, covering the bristles with toothpaste to try to cleanse her mouth. Heather would have to take another shower and she worried that she would be late for her women's studies class. She glanced over at her alarm clock and did a double take. She had already missed her class! She had been with Mr Potter for an hour and a half. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0********** Heather could swear that her panties stayed damp all day. She ran into Jack near the end of the day. "Feeling better I see," he said, a little put out and frustrated that he didn't get any last night. "Sorry honey," she replied wanting to tear into his pants right then and there. "Please come over right after school and we'll spend the evening in bed. I'm off work tonight." "And what do you want to do in bed," said Jack perking up. Heather wasn't one to talk dirty, but decided to see how Jack might react. "I want to suck your cock and then fuck your brains out," she said smiling sweetly. Jacks eyes widened in shock, then he grinned from ear to ear. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. I can't wait for tonight." "Just don't be late," said Heather running off to her next class. =A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0=A0 That evening, Heather was climbing the walls with sexual frustration as she raced back to her apartment. She ran into Jack on the way there and hand in hand, they entered the building. Potter was waiting in the hall way. "Don't forget rents due in two weeks," he said. Heather sighed, she was two weeks late today and now she only had another two weeks to raise $500. "What a creepy little guy," whispered Jack as they ran up the stairs. The young couple entered her apartment and started stripping. Heather was still embarrassed by her body and flicked the lights off. You could still see pretty well and she jumped under the covers to hide her nudity. Heather watched Jack strip off his pants and she felt her heart sink with disappointment when she saw his limp little noodle of a penis. The words, "creepy little guy", came to mind. He climbed into bed beside her and she practically pulled him on top of her in an effort to get him inside her. "Hold on baby," he said lying on his back and pulling the covers down. "You said you wanted to suck on my cock." Heather smiled seductively and looked up at him as she slowly kissed down his muscular chest towards his crotch. This was going to be easy compared to her ordeal from this afternoon, she thought. "Just warn me before you cum," she said before sucking the head into her mouth. "Yeah, suck on that big cock," said Jack as she swallowed him whole. Heather practically snickered as he called his pathetic little penis a "big cock", he doesn't even know what big is. It was so easy sucking this little thing, it wasn't even a challenge. Heather had bobbed her head up and down his penis five times, when she felt something warm and sticky in her mouth. "You jerk," she said angrily, "You came in my mouth." She swallowed his two or three drops of cum, thinking it wasn't really enough to complain about and it actually didn't taste bad. "Sorry honey," he answered before yawning. "It just felt so good that I couldn't control myself." Heather didn't care, she just wanted him hard again. She tugged on his penis trying to make it erect. She hadn't known men recovered that fast until she had seen Mr Potter's big cock rising again after blowing him. "Jesus, Heather," he said sleepily, "I'm not made of sperm you know." Crying out with frustration, Heather desperately tried to make him hard again. She tugged futilely on it and took it into her mouth again, nothing worked. Then it hit her, Jack loved her freakish breasts and she brought them up, wrapping his little penis around them. She squeezed her breasts tight, pulling them up and down, trying to make him hard again, but all she got out of Jack was a snore. He was fast asleep. Jack slept like the dead all night. It was still early and Heather got up and did some homework, but she had trouble concentrating. All she could think about was her own horniness and her landlords massive penis. She finally crawled into bed around midnight, tugging on Jacks penis once again to no avail. She hoped he would be ready to go again in the morning. She had trouble falling asleep that night. Heather was on her knees, fully clothed about to be forced to suck on Potter's pathetic little penis. A window shattered and Jack flew into the room, nude except for a red cape. Jack's giant penis was hard and over a foot long. He strode across the room and smacked Potter across the head with his mighty penis. Potter flew across the room, slamming into the wall. Jack turned his super-cock on her and hosed her body with sperm, before grabbing her and flying out the window towards the setting sun. Heather awoke from her dream around dawn. She sleepily reached out feeling Jack's penis was still limp and she rolled over falling asleep again. Heather was kneeling about to suck on the little penis again. Looking up she saw Jack grinning down at her evilly. The window burst and Potter strolled in nude except for a red cape. Energy flowed in waves down his body making his gray chest hair shine with power. The energy seemed to flow into his massive cock, as the tip crackled with electricity. Potter leaped to Jack and smacked him backwards with his cock, before turning it on Heather and spraying her with sperm. Heather reached out and grasped his cock. She was nude this time and she pointed his cock all over her body, making sure she was covered in his sperm. Potter pushed her back in the chair and shoved his cock into her mouth. It pumped gallons of sperm and she lovingly swallowed it all, before he moved it down, pointing it at her vagina. She parted her legs and he slammed it in with one mighty thrust. The alarm woke her up, the dreams fading fast from her memory. The area between her legs was soaked and she reached out for Jack's penis, but he was gone. He had left already. See part 2 --WebTV-Mail-19171-355--