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Heather slowly shuffled into her apartment building after another
evening of waiting tables at the diner. It was close to midnight,
but Mr. Potter, her landlord's 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.

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 high school. She also hated her nipples. Her areola
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 plus tips. She would have to struggle to
come up with her rent money in two weeks.

**********

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, you're a bum," he said, "and you're 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 travel 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."

Potter's eyes lit up with excitement. He stepped aside and she
entered his apartment. It was messy, with dirty clothes s**ttered
on the floor and dirty dishes piled in the sink. Comics were
s**ttered 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
wondered 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 their 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
dribbled out large amounts of precum. 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 precum. 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 in 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 from the shaft 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 cocksucking slut," he said laughing, "It looks like
we've found something you're 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? He seemed to enjoy demeaning her.
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 rhythm 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 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
acted like a living a****l 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 on 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 Potter's 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 u*********sly 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.

**********

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.

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.

"You have no idea."

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. "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 that 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 landlord's 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 tugging on it didn't
work. 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 it wasn`t there. He had left already.

Part 2

Two Weeks later, Heather stumbled home from work completely
exhausted. Mr. Potter, her landlord, was waiting for her outside
his apartment.

"Your rent's due," he said.

Heather had just paid for all her text books and had no money.
She still hadn't been able to get her car out of the garage. She
couldn't look Potter in the face as she asked, "I don't have the
money. I was hoping you'd let me get by if I sucked you off
again." She couldn't believe that she had just asked to suck him
off. The last time he had left her with no choice, but now she
was offering him her mouth.

"Why you little cock hungry slut," laughed Potter. "You want to
suck me off again don't you?"

Heather didn't answer him, but her nipples popped out and her
vagina started gushing when he called her a slut. Why did her
body respond like that when he degraded her? The truth was, she
did want to suck him off again. Heather had thought of Mr.
Potter's cock everyday since she had first seen it. She had quit
sucking Jack's cock as it just wasn't as rewarding and he was
never able to get hard again enough to fuck her afterwards.

"Ok, deal," said Potter, "but this time you have to be naked and
you have to strip in front of me."

The thought of the old man seeing her nude, disgusted and
horrified Heather, but she nodded. She had been to skinny as a
p*****n and had always been insecure. She had gained weight in
all the right places by high school, but her breasts had grown
unusually large and she thought she looked top-heavy. "When do
you want payment?" she asked.

"Right now, slut," he said. She was moving to come into his
apartment, but he stopped her. "Go shower first, you stink, and
wear something sexy when you come back."

Meatloaf night again, she thought, smelling her uniform. Heather
nodded and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She stripped
and entered the shower. She thought about what she was about to
do with her landlord. Her women's studies teacher had said that
all sex is **** and that men force women to prostitute
themselves, even husbands. It shamed her to think that she was
prostituting herself, but she shivered with excitement at the
thought.

Heather dried herself off and fixed her hair. She didn't have
much money and couldn't afford new clothes. She didn't have
anything really sexy to wear and settled on a sweater that showed
off half an inch of skin around her waist. She dressed and
hurried downstairs.

Potter was naked except for a pair of Superman boxer shorts. He
sat in his chair reading a comic book about a blonde
super-heroine with the IQ of a fruit fly. She had gigantic boobs
and always found herself getting fucked by the super-villains she
was fighting against. His young tenant's knock interrupted his
reading.

"Come on in, slut," he called. He watched Heather come in. "Dumb
bitch. You call that sexy?" She wasn't showing off her navel or
her legs.

"This is all I have," she responded a little upset that he wasn't
happy with her outfit.

"It's ok," he said trying to cheer her up. "You'll just have to
hurry up and get naked then. You can start by taking your sweater
off."

Heather started to pull her sweater over her head, then she saw
the light switch. She automatically reached out and turned it
off.

"What the fuck!" screamed Potter. "Turn that damn light back on."
His tenant switched the light back on seeming a little scared by
his outburst. "You come over begging to suck my cock and you
think you can do it in the dark. Now take off your fucking
sweater."

Heather leaped to obey him pulling her sweater over her head. She
quickly moved her arms across her breasts.

Potter briefly noticed a bulky, ratty, old bra before she covered
up her breasts. Her waist was slim and her sexy stomach was flat.
"Now slowly unbutton your jeans and pull them off."

Heather noticed the big "S" on the front of his superman boxer
shorts was starting to tent and she found herself craving to see
his cock again. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped
them.

Potter couldn't believe the body on this young eighteen year old
girl. He watched her big boobs dangle down as she struggled to
get the jeans down over her hips. When she was down to just her
bra and panties, she straightened back up covering her underwear
with her hands. "Now take off your bra and leave your fucking
hands down at your sides."

Heather unhooked her bra and gulped as she removed it. Standing
topless in a well lit room for the first time with a man. She
struggled not to cover up her breasts. She heard a tearing sound
and looking at Potter, she saw that his mighty cock had ripped
through the Velcro on the front of his underwear. It somehow
seemed appropriate for that cock to be rising up from the
superman emblem.

Potter felt like an angel was standing topless before him. No
wonder you can always see her nipples, he thought, looking at the
fat, inch long, rock hard, rods. They look like miniature cocks,
he thought. Her breasts were huge and firm. Her areola were as
big around as a beer can, cone shaped and topped off by her long
flagpole nipples. Her nipples were up thrust proudly, one pointed
a little to the left and the other to the right. "Take them
panties off bitch," he said. "I want to see you naked."

Tears started rolling down Heather's cheeks as she pulled down
her panties revealing her naked body to the old man.

Potter just about died when he saw that she was a natural blonde.
He heard her sob, taking his eyes off her boobs and her pussy for
a second. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a freak," she replied sobbing.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said. "Turn
around." Potter made a circling motion with his finger.

"I don't believe you," she replied, but she circled around for
him.

"You stupid slut, you don't know how lucky you are." he said
looking at her tight ass. "I've seen dozens of pornos, fucked
hundreds of sluts, and none of the women have ever compared to
you." Of course in forty years, those nipples will be hanging
down past your navel, he thought. Shame they can't stay young
forever. "Come here."

Heather assumed it was time and she walked over towards his
spread legs. Her knees wobbled as she fell to them before his
supercock. Her landlord shoved a comic in her face. The woman on
the page, had large boobs and big pointy nipples. Her breasts
seemed too big for her body and... "She looks like me!" said
Heather, surprised.

"Yes Heather," said Potter putting the comic away. "The artist
drew a perfect woman. Your body is perfect." He thought that the
truth dawned on her a little as she seemed to brighten up. Time
to bring her down a notch. "Now I've never had a perfect woman
prostitute herself to me for a blow job before. Get sucking."

Heather wanted nothing more at that moment then to have his cock
in her mouth again. She bent forward and kissed his cock head.
She grabbed it and struggled to get his boxers off, but she
couldn't bend his cock enough and she gave up. The opening on the
boxers was quite long and she pulled it open and pushed it under
his testicles, so that his entire cock and balls were freed.
Potter could swear he heard a contented purr come from her throat
as she locked her lips around his cock. She hadn't forgotten
anything from last time and she was actually getting better. He
was sixty years old and his cock had gotten hundreds of women to
fuck and suck him. Heather was on her second blow job and already
she was in the top 5%. He let her suck on it for about fifteen
minutes before saying, "You sexy whore. You love sucking on that
big cock don't you?" She didn't answer and he grabbed the back of
her hair and pulled her head back. "I said, you love sucking on
my cock don't you?"

Heather was more pissed for being interrupted then for having her
hair pulled. "Yes, you bastard," she said, wiping spit from her
mouth. "I love sucking on your cock." Potter released her and she
immediately returned her attention to his cock.

Potter let her suck him off, loving the sight of her lips wrapped
around his thick shaft. When she came up for air, he said, "Am I
bigger then that big ape you're dating?"

"His penis is a little worm compared to your big cock," she said
without thinking. Heather suddenly felt guilty for betraying
Jack.

"His little worm doesn't satisfy you does it?"

"Yes it does" she said, knowing it was a lie and knowing that
Potter knew it also. "I love him." Heather wanted to stop the
conversation, so she returned to sucking him off.

"Tell me what's on your mind whenever you catch your breath."

Heather didn't know what he meant, but the next time she came up
for air, she said, "God, I love you big cock." and the next time,
"I wish Jack had a cock this big."

Heather watched Potter lean forward. He reached out for her
breasts. She tensed up waiting for him to roughly paw at them,
like Jack did. Instead, she felt a gentle caress move down the
curve of her breast and he gently took her nipple between his
fingers and ran them up and down like he was jacking off her
nipple. A wave of electricity shot through her body and she
moaned at his touch. He caressed her breasts for a long time
before moving both hands up to her shoulders. She moaned as he
began massaging her shoulders. His cock was growing, seeming to
tremble in her mouth and she knew he was getting close, so she
increased her pace. His hand moved up to the nape of her neck and
began rubbing it. She felt him tense up and she knew he was about
to cum. Heather backed up, but the hand on her neck clamped down
holding about half his cock in her mouth. Heather swore she could
feel the vein pulsing in her mouth and the pee-slit open on the
swollen head of his cock.

His sperm burst into her mouth, filling it with the first blast.
She was surprised at how hot it was as it slid down her throat
filling her belly. More blasts came, overflowing her mouth until
sperm trickled down her chin, leaking out of her cock filled
mouth. The blasts stopped, but more sperm poured out of the tip
like a hose watering a garden. She realized that he had stopped
holding the back of her neck and that she had continued trying to
suck up more of his sperm into her belly. She didn't take her
mouth off his cock until she was sure, she had sucked out every
last drop. When he was done, embarrassed, Heather quickly threw
her jeans and sweater on, running for the door.

"Your rent's just gone up Heather," he called out to her. "From
now on you have to do this once a week."

"I understand," she said weakly before running from his
apartment.


Part 3


Potter followed the fire marshal up the stairs. It was time for
the yearly inspections and the marshal was checking the tags on
the fire extinguishers to see if hey had been serviced properly.
They checked the last extinguisher on the top floor and the fire
man filled out his form and headed back downstairs for his next
stop.

Potter noticed that the door to the roof was cracked open and
curious, he peeked out. Heather had spread out a blanket on the
flat roof and was trying to get some sun. He didn't think she was
going to be all that successful, because she was wearing jeans
and a long sleeve blouse. She had rolled the sleeves up on the
blouse and she had tied her blouse in a knot to expose her belly.
He shook his head and returned to his comic books.

Monday, blow job day. Heather entered his apartment and walked
over to his chair. This would be the third time she had sucked
him off. Potter had even quit jacking off in anticipation. He
knew the shy bitch would be swallowing a lot of sperm today.

"Do you want me nude again?" she asked.

"Why don't you put this on," he said, handing her a package.

Heather looked surprised at the gift. "It's not my birthday for
another month," she said, opening it up.

Potter watched her stare at the little bikini in the box. "I saw
you sunbathing last week and I thought you could use proper
attire."

"It doesn't look very big."

"That's the idea behind a bikini," he said. "Go try it on." He
watched her take the bikini to the bathroom. He stripped down to
his boxer Shorts- Batman this time- and shrugging he slid them
off and sat down in his chair.

"I can't wear this," called Heather from the bathroom.

"Then take it off and you can blow me nude again."

That made up Heather's mind apparently for she stepped out into
the room wearing the bikini. His breath sucked in sharply when he
saw her and his cock, which had been dangling over the edge of
the chair, immediately fattened up and began to rise. She had an
expression on her face of surprise at the reaction her bikini had
on his cock. Potter knew that she was slowly becoming addicted to
sucking him off.

Potter whistled loudly. He had guessed wrong at her size and the
bikini was too small. It was light blue and the fabric was
stretched out so much, that her large areola were visible and her
nipples stuck out proudly. He motioned for her to turn around and
she obeyed. The material on her panties barely covered her ass
crack, just a little bigger then a thong.

"You look damn sexy in that bikini," he said. "Now get over here
and suck my cock. You know what to do."

Heather nodded. She did know what to do. She could hear her
stomach growling in anticipation.

The next day, Heather could still taste sperm in her mouth. The
old man had cum enough to fill a bucket. She looked at herself in
the bathroom mirror. She really did look kind of sexy in the
bikini. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on over the bottoms
and she was reaching for her sweatshirt when she paused. Why
bother, I'm only going upstairs, she thought.

Heather grabbed her blanket and headed for the roof. She had
never worn something so revealing in public before and she felt
her nipples go hard the minute she stepped outside her door.
Heather passed a middle aged couple on the stairs and felt a
thrill go through her body when the man's jaw just about hit the
floor. The woman angrily pulled her husband after her. Men all
seemed to have a favorable reaction to her looks and Heather
found herself wondering if all the mean things her mother had
said to her were true or not.

Potter came out on the roof to talk for a couple minutes. It took
every ounce of her will not to cover up when she saw him, but
then, he had already seen her nude. He seemed pleased that she
was wearing the bikini he had given her and it made her happy to
know that he was pleased with her.

The next day, Heather only had a half day of classes. Her drain
was clogged and she had called Potter to come fix it. She was
wearing the bikini around her house, because she couldn't afford
to pay for air conditioning. Her body was covered in sweat
making her skin glisten, when she opened the door and let Potter
in.

Even Mr. Potter seemed shocked when he saw what she was wearing.
Heather decided that having men ogle her wasn't such a bad thing
after all.

Potter crawled under her sink and began banging around on the
pipes. He asked for a wrench and she dropped to her knees and
reached along his chest, handing him the tool. Heather noticed
the outline of his magnificent cock underneath his jeans. Her
stomach rumbled. She wanted to see it again. Heather's hand
reached out and gently caressed the bulge in his jeans. He jumped
a little at her touch, but kept working. His cock was growing. It
looked like a snake was crawling under his jeans, towards his
knee. She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.
He raised his hips so that she could pull his jeans down. His
cock was sticking out of his boxer shorts and she caressed it
again. She yanked his boxers down and took his cock in her hand.
It was throbbing like it was gasping for air after being trapped
underneath all those clothes. This thing should never be covered
up, she thought, as she bent forward to kiss it. Heather took the
fat head into her mouth and teased it with her tongue before she
began to swallow. Her throat was getting used to being invaded by
his foot long cock and it was getting easier every time.

Potter had trouble concentrating, but he managed to fix her
pipes. He pulled himself out from under the sink and stood up.
Heather never once took her lips of his cock while he did so. He
let her blow him while he stood there. He liked having such a
beautiful thing kneeling before him with his cock sliding in and
out of her mouth. He got tired of standing and pulled a kitchen
chair over to sit down on. "This doesn't count towards your rent,
bitch," he said roughly.

Heather just nodded and continued to suck him off.

Potter wanted to see her tits again and he leaned forward and
untied her top. He was surprised that she didn't protest and he
leaned forward and gently caressed her nipples.

Forty-five minutes later, her belly full of sperm, Heather sat
back contented.

"Thanks bitch. That was a nice surprise. Why did you do it?" said
Potter. Now was his chance, he thought. It had been several years
since he had tasted any pussy and a generation since he had
tasted pussy as young as hers.

"I d-don't know," she answered confused. "I wanted to do it. I
like sucking your cock."

"Why you little slut," he said delighted. "I guess I owe you for
that one. It's time I repaid you."

"I don't want any money," she said misunderstanding him.

"Not with money, with my mouth."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Trust me," he said grabbing her hand and leading her over to the
couch. Potter positioned her before the couch and he swiftly bent
down and yanked down her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked.
Heather yelped in surprise. "Mr. Potter, stop," she cried, but he
pushed her down and kneeled between her legs, spreading them
apart. "What are you....oh my god." His tongue had just licked up
her labia and flickered across her clit.

Heather had never felt such pleasure in her life. Sex with Jack
didn't even come close to feeling as good as this talented old
man's tongue did. Three minutes and seven seconds after he
started licking her pussy, Heather had the first orgasm of her
life with a man forty-two years her senior.

The blood rushed to her head and she screamed with pleasure. The
old woman next door pounded on the wall, yelling, "Keep it down,
you slut." Heather now understood why so many woman made such a
big deal about sex.

Heather's biggest shock came when Potter didn't stop licking her
vagina. She looked down between her large breasts at his bald
head buried between her legs. Her belly was undulating and her
hips were rising to meet the thrusts of his tongue. She thought
that his baldness wasn't really that ugly, it made him look
virile.

"You like having your pussy eaten, don't you slut?" he asked,
before returning to teasing her clit with his tongue.

"God yes," she moaned feeling another orgasm approaching. "I love
it. Eat my pussy."

Potter's cock was hard again. He knew he could probably fuck her,
but he wanted to wait until she asked for it. He started jacking
off as she screamed in the throws of a second orgasm. Heather was
starting to think she would die from the pleasure. She felt his
finger pushing at her pussy and parted her legs to let it in. He
continued licking along her clit as his finger slowly pushed into
her pussy, where only Jack's penis had ever been before. Unlike
Jack's limp little penis, Potter's finger knew what it was doing.
She had a third orgasm as it began rubbing along a little knob
deep in her body. The blood rushed in her ears and she barely
heard herself begging him to stop, but he didn't and she came
again.

The slut was writhing around in ecstasy as he fingered her.
Potter's tongue was getting tired and he was close to cumming.
His other hand was busy fingering her and he pulled it back and
slid two finger's in. He looked up her gorgeous body towards her
face. She was staring at him in awe, her eyes wide, her mouth was
open and seemed to be saying, "No." Then her eyes rolled up into
the back of her head and she screamed again. Her hips leapt up
pushing his fingers in deeper and her pussy into his mouth as the
biggest orgasm yet hit her.

Potter felt her pussy balloon around his fingers and his face got
soaked as she came. He pulled up and stood between her legs
stroking his foot long cock rapidly. "uurgh," he grunted as he
came.

Heather opened her eyes in time to see his massive cock spit out
a large wad of cum onto her right nipple and then another onto
her belly. A couple more strands erupted from the head covering
her nude body. When he was done cumming, he leaned forward, so
that his cock was in her face and Heather instinctively kissed
it, then cleaned off the head with her tongue.

Heather watched Potter quickly get dressed and then without a
word, he left. She felt a big wad of sperm slide into her belly
button and she scooped it out with her finger, licking it clean.

Heather laid down in bed early that night exhausted, but
thoroughly content. Her pussy was a little sore and felt
sensitive. She had trouble falling asleep as she kept thinking
about old Mr. Potter eating out her pussy earlier that day.

Heather didn't know what was happening to her. She was changing
and she thought it was for the better. Since paying off her
landlord with a blow job, she was even starting to think
differently. She now thought of her vagina as her pussy and
Potter's penis as a cock. Jack's she still thought of as a penis,
somehow the little thing didn't deserve to be called a cock.

Heather was also slowly starting to feel comfortable with her
body. Her mother constantly belittled her looks and Heather
suddenly realized that her mother was jealous. She was like the
evil queen in Snow White, whose daughter had usurped her as, "the
fairest of them all." Anyway, men surely didn't think she looked
bad.

Two days later, Heather had one of her long days. Nine hours of
classes and five hours at the diner. She was horny and she
squirmed in her seat all day. Her pussy had recovered from being
eaten two days before and now it wanted more. She showered after
work and laid down in bed. She knew she would have trouble
sleeping again that night.

She had barely been in bed a couple minutes, when there was a
knock on the door and Jack let himself in.

"Heather," he called, "are you awake?"

"Yeah Jack," she called back.

He came into her bedroom and turned on the light. He smiled at
her and started stripping.

"Jack, I'm not really in the mood," she told him, thinking why
bother.

Jack stopped taking off his shirt and said, "Damn it Heather,
you're never in the mood."

"I'm sorry, but its been a long day and I'm tired."

"Come on bitch, you can't leave me hanging like this," he said.
"At least suck me off again."

First Potter, now Jack. She wasn't a bitch. Why did they keep
calling her that? "Ok," she said feeling guilty and pushing back
the covers.

Jack was surprised that she agreed. She hadn't expressed interest
in sucking him off again, since the first time she had done it
several weeks ago. He was even more surprised to see that she was
sleeping naked and she was getting out of bed nude with the light
still on. "Heather, when did you start sleeping nude?"

Heather looked down at her body. She hadn't even realized it. "I
don't know, I guess I was just too tired to throw something on."
She watched Jack pull down his pants. His little penis was the
hardest she'd ever seen it as he stared at her nude body. Yeah,
she definitely wasn't ugly. It was her mom they should be calling
a bitch.

She kneeled before Jack and smiled up at him. He looked so
arrogant looking down at her as he stood there. He shouldn't feel
arrogant, he should be embarrassed about his little appendage.

Heather leaned forward and took his tiny penis in her mouth. The
head barely touched her throat as she easily deep throated him.

"God your lips look good wrapped around my big cock," he said.

The only thing big about you is your ego, she thought. Heather
hadn't even gotten started when she felt it jerk in her mouth.
His penis dribbled out a couple drops of sperm, barely enough to
whet her appetite. It wasn't even rich tasting like Potter's
sperm, Jack's was more like water. His knees were shaking and he
yanked his penis out of her mouth as if he couldn't take having
it touched any more.

"That felt so good, baby," he murmured, catching his breath.

Heather stood up and sat on the bed. He was smiling at her, but
he also looked like he was half asleep. She spread her legs and
said, "Now it's your turn. Come do me." She waited expectantly,
but the look on his face said it all. The thought disgusted him.

"No way am I going to put my mouth down there," said Jack.

Heather felt the tears start to roll down her eyes. "Then I don't
want to see you over here ever again." This man didn't care about
her needs at all. He only cared about blowing his load, as small
as it was. This was the man whom she had given her virginity,
whom she had thought she loved.

"B-But Heather, I...," Jack stuttered, shocked.

"Just get out," she screamed, standing and pushing him towards
the door.

Jack grabbed his clothes and left as she slammed the door in his
face and chain locked it.

Heather laid back down in bed, crying. Her stomach rumbled and
she was still horny.

Potter opened his door and he wasn't surprised to see Heather
standing there. He had watched her boyfriend storm out a few
minutes ago. She had thrown on a pair of sweats and was barefoot.
"Why Heather," he said trying to act surprised. "Come in. What
brings you down here?"

"P-Please Mr. Potter," she stuttered, "I need to cum. Please eat
my pussy again."

"Worthless boyfriend won't do it huh. Well I'd be happy to."

Heather learned how to sixty-nine that night. She liked it, but
found her orgasms distracted her from the big, beautiful cock in
her mouth.


Part 4


A month later, Potter let himself into Heather's apartment to
check on her pipes. It was like a furnace in her place. He turned
the air conditioner on to cool the room. Heather was stopping by
his place three times a week now for oral sex and he figured that
was payment enough. He could cover the electric bill for her.

She was addicted to sucking his cock now and she was also hooked
on having her pussy eaten. She said it relaxed her, that it
helped her sleep, and she liked to cum after a hard days work.

He quickly checked the pipes, then looked around the kitchen. The
only food he saw was a well sc****d jar of peanut butter and some
stale bread. A couple greeting cards were on the table and he
remembered it was her birthday today.

A beautiful girl like her shouldn't be working all day and then
coming home to stale bread on her birthday. Then Potter had an
idea. He hated going to the mall on a Saturday, but then he
didn't have anything better to do.

Heather got home around six that night after a hard days work.
Potter met her in the hall. "Happy Birthday Heather," he said.

"Thanks, but so far it hasn't been very happy," she replied,
"unless you let me come over for a couple hours tonight."

"Why you don't even need to ask me," he said smiling, "but I'm
afraid I have some bad news. You have a moth problem in your room
and I had to bug bomb it. You can't go home until tomorrow
morning."

Heather looked distraught. "But where will I sleep tonight?"

"You'll just have to stay with me and I'll even take you out for
a nice birthday dinner," he said.

A nice dinner sounded good to her and a whole night of oral sex
didn't sound too bad either. "Can I at least go get a change of
clothes?"

Potter shook his head. "Everything was infested. I had to burn
all your clothes."

Heather was horrified. All she owned was her work uniform!

**********

Heather stripped and climbed into the shower. A ring of dirt
circled the tub at the water level. Potter really needs a maid,
she thought as the hot water cascaded over her body, wiping away
the diner smells.

When she had dried off, Heather went to the bedroom and found
that Potter had laid out some bags of clothes on the bed. She
rifled through the bags and was aghast to see they all contained
either short skirts or skimpy tops. She couldn't wear these out
to dinner and certainly not to school, but it was these outfits
or her work uniform. She didn't have a choice.

Heather couldn't find a bra, but she found some underwear in a
bag. She pulled the panties on, feeling them slip into the crack
of her ass. They were thong panties! Heather was surprised that
they actually felt quite comfortable as she felt the cool air
blowing on her butt cheeks. Heather tried on some skirts, finally
settling on a light blue one. The skirt only reached halfway to
her knees and it showed of her legs, nicely.

She tried on some tops, going with a white halter that showed off
her entire stomach. Damn! She could also see the entire outline
of her areola under the white material. Why didn't he buy her a
bra? She looked around for the bra she had worn to work, but it
had disappeared.

Heather found a pretty pair of sandals in the last bag. They
showed of her dainty little feet and completed her new look. At
least, until she could save up some money and by some decent
attire from the thrift store.

You look sexy, flashed in her mind when she looked at herself in
the mirror. Her legs were long and slim. Her belly was flat and
had a nice tan from sun bathing in the bikini. The skirt even
matched her bright blue eyes.

Slowly, Heather was starting to feel good about her body. Wearing
the skimpy bikini, Potter showing her the comic book women, and
men's reactions to her looks were starting to build up the self
esteem that her mother had destroyed.

Potter's jaw hit the floor when she came out into the living room
and spun around for him.

"You like," said Heather. She was surprised to see that he had
changed into a nice pair of pants with a shirt with a tie. He
actually looked somewhat handsome.

"Me like," he answered. Potter was going out in public with a
sexy girl young enough to be his granddaughter. Not only was he
taking her out to dinner, but tonight he planned to fuck her.

To Heather, the biggest surprise of the evening was that she had
fun. She had a great dinner and, even though she wasn't much of a
drinker, several glasses of wine. Potter talked mostly about
comic books and she actually found the subject quite interesting.
He was also very funny and seemed to get even funnier after each
glass of wine.

**********

"Hey Jack, isn't that your girlfriend?"

Jack was seated at the bar on his way to becoming shit-faced. He
looked over at his buddy sitting next to him and then at the girl
he was pointing at. "No, Heather would shnever..." He did a
double take when he realized it was Heather and she was dressed
like a slut! Dressed like he had always wished she would. He
narrowed his eyes, staring drunkenly at the little bald man she
was sitting with. He recognized the man as her creepy, old
landlord and his hand was resting on her bare knee!

"Why that fuscking shlut," he said. "She's fuscking him to get
out of paying her rent." That's the only possible reason she'd be
out with him. He watched as Potter paid the bill and they got up
to leave. Heather was clearly drunk and the old man had his arm
around her bare waist, supporting her. Jack excused himself and
followed the couple out

Heather couldn't remember ever having a birthday this fun in
years and the night wasn't over yet. She couldn't wait to have
Potter's head between her legs.

Mr. Potter helped a drunken Heather into his apartment. He held
her still and quickly flicked up her halter top so that her bare
tits were exposed. She was taller then he and he didn't have to
bend down very far to take one of her nipples into his mouth. It
quickly turned completely erect with desire. He heard her moan as
he ran his tongue around long nipples. He felt her grab his cock
underneath his pants and she gave it a little squeeze.

Heather felt Potter's hands on her shoulders and he pushed her
down. She quickly fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. He
wasn't wearing underwear and she easily yanked his pants down to
his ankles. His giant cock stared her in the face.

She took him in her mouth and began lovingly slurping on his
penis. She knew what he liked now and soon he was bucking his
hips into her mouth. Still, it took him thirty minutes to fill
her belly with his sperm.

Potter stripped and watched Heather as she took the rest of her
clothes off. He pushed her back on to the couch and sat her down,
kneeling between her legs. She eagerly spread her legs for him
and he could see her juices glistening on her labia. Potter
leaned forward and licked her half-heartedly with his tongue.

Heather frowned and moved her hips around trying to get his
tongue in deeper. Nothing worked. "What's wrong?"

Potter stopped eating her pussy. "I'm sorry. My jaw's sore."

"Please, I need to cum," she practically screamed in frustration.
Heather had never felt this horny before.

Jack heard her beg the old man to give her an orgasm as he leaned
against the door. Good luck, he thought, nothing can make that
frigid bitch cum. He reached down and slowly turned the handle.
It was unlocked.

Potter looked up from between her legs. "I'm sorry I can't do it,
but I could fuck you," he said. "Think how good that would feel.
My big cock could fill you a lot more then my little tongue can.
It'll make you cum like you never have before."

Yes, Heather thought, that would feel good, but she almost said,
no. After her disappointment with Jack, she had decided not to
sleep with another man until she was married. Potter's tongue
satisfied her sexual urges, but now that wasn't working. Her
horniness and the booze made her give in. "Yes," she cried, "put
it in my pussy. Make me cum. Fuck me."

Potter sat up. His cock was throbbing with desire. He had made
her blow him earlier because he wanted this moment to last
forever. He moved forward so that his cock was touching her
labia.

Heather jumped when she felt the fat head of his cock touch her
pussy. She pushed down with her hips, desperate to feel him
inside her, but he just teased her until she thought she was
going to die with frustration. Finally, he pushed down and she
moaned as she felt her pussy lips spread around his cockhead. Her
eyes grew wide at the shock of having something so wide enter her
and her old landlord became only the second man to penetrate her.
As her pussy lips closed around the head of his cock, she
corrected herself. Potter was the first man to ever truly fuck
her. Jack didn't count.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," said Potter as he pushed a
couple inches in.

Heather began raising her hips to meet his thrusts. He was slowly
moving in and out of her, letting her become accustomed to his
size. She felt the first orgasm building up before he wasn't even
half way in. Then his cock was yanked from her pussy.

Jack had crept into the room and watched the old guy's ass flex
as he began to penetrate his girlfriend. He couldn't see much of
her body, but the expression on her face seemed to indicate she
was enjoying it. Jack felt like he was about to vomit in disgust
at seeing his beautiful girlfriend with the ugly little bald man.
Finally, he couldn't take it any more and grabbed the man from
behind.

"Put it back in," screamed Heather. She opened her eyes to see
Jack throw Mr. Potter against the wall. Jack's face was flushed
with anger. He spun Potter around and put one hand against his
throat. She thought Jack might choke him to death and Potter's
face had gone white as a sheet.

The adrenaline rush caused Jack's penis to get hard. "Slut," he
said looking at Heather, "how could you fusck thish old man?"
Jack looked down Heather's incredible body. Her legs were still
spread and her pussy was wide open for him to see. Her labia was
spread apart and her clit was engorged with desire. He looked the
old man in the face and clenched his fist. He drew back ready to
punch him, then he felt something poking him in the balls. Jacks
face went white as he realized the old guy must have his hand
down at his balls ready to squeeze. Jack noticed that the old
guys hands were hanging limply down at his sides, but then what
was poking his nuts?

Jack released Potter's throat and he gasped for breath when Jack
looked down at the big cock poking him in the crotch. Jack fell
backwards staring in horror at Potter's foot long cock.

Potter was scared to death of the bigger man but said, "Never
seen a man's cock before have you, Jack? Heather tells me you
have a little boy's penis." Potter started walking towards Jack
who crawled backwards, still staring in horror at Potter's penis.
"No wonder you can't satisfy her or any woman for that matter."

Jack couldn't think straight in his drunken state. He just stared
at the giant penis as it talked to him and told him how worthless
he was. As the penis came closer, Jack turned and ran. It could
have Heather. He couldn't satisfy her or