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A moment later, as he kissed his way from my mouth to my nipples, then down the trail of hair leading past my navel to my briefs, his fingers pulled the waist band down, and my hard, wet cock was free at last. I obliged by letting him take my briefs off. Almost immediately, he buried is nose and mouth on my sac, and started kissing and licking and sucking each ball. With his right hand, he grabbed the base of my cock ever so slightly, only to hold it up from my groin. Slowly kissing and licking his way along the shaft up to the head, before reaching the sweet spot on the underside of my cock, he pulled off and engulfed the entire head of my cock into his mouth. I nearly came on the spot, but instead laid back on the bed moaning in complete ecstasy. This boy knew how to suck, and I had to think of anything else other than the man of my dreams blowing me in my own bed, otherwise I was afraid that I would have cum instantly. I wanted this to last more than just a minute. After. The box of monster condoms I bought today felt like such waste. Women wanted to be bred by me. I mean, an entire sorority, Sigma Lambda Tau, were throwing a party for me this afternoon after classes were wrapped up for the day at our college, the University of Washington. The only thing today that happened that had nothing to do with me breeding women was Kurt and Dona breaking up. Not because I knocked her up, Kurt didn't have a problem with it, but because Dona was jealous of Kurt's feelings for his step-sister, Janice. I felt bad for Kurt because Janice was more into having sex with his mother, Mrs. Albertson, than him.“I'm just tried of feeling used by him,” Dona had told me. “I'm just his rebound girl after, well, you two fell apart.”“Yeah,” I sighed, believing that easily. Kurt and I had dated for three years, all through high school. We even attended the same college to stay together, and when I finally gave him my virginity, well, he somehow turned me into a futanari. I wanted.
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