Emerald Dial
“Oh ... my ... God,” Susan thought. A package from Aunt Sylvia. Whatever could be in it?
Whatever it was, the girl thought as she took the package into her apartment, it was hardly all that big but then as Susan was well aware, just because a thing wasn’t didn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t any good.
Susan quickly tore through the plain brown outer wrapping of the shoe-box sized gift and then she was lifting the top off.
How strange, Susan thought as she looked at the contents of the box.
It was a device. That much was certain. It had what looked to be eight dials each with hash marks that went from zero all the way up to ten and while the device and the dials were all black, set in the center of each dial was what looked like a jewel.
They couldn’t be real jewels though, Susan thought. Heck, if they were, the device would be worth a lot of money just in the stones alone but why had Aunt Sylvia sent this ... this whatever it was to her. She was hardly technically inclined, Susan thought, although she might have to hurt anyone who tried to ever separate her from her iPhone. Still, there had to be a reason why Aunt Sylvia had sent this to her.
There was and Susan found out just what it was when she found the note in the bottom of the box.
“My dearest Susan,” the note read, “I’ve been holding onto this for such a long time but I think you are finally able to use this little gadget. What you have here is the ability to control minds.
“I know what you’re thinking. A device that controls minds? Come on, Aunt Sylvia. You can’t be serious. I know what you’re thinking because I thought it, too when it was first given to me but I assure you that the device does what I say it can do.
“The key to the device is the stones. If you want to heat a man up, try the red of the ruby. If you want to cool him down, the blue sapphire will do the trick. If you want to darken a man’s heart, try the black onyx. If you want to make him nicer, try the white diamond. If you want him to be more of a man, try the blue of the turquoise. If you want him to be more understanding of what a woman needs, try the pink topaz. If a man gets to aggressive, try backing him down by making him a little yellow of the amber but whatever you do, don’t try the green emerald.
“I know what you’re thinking, darling, but you need to trust your Aunt Sylvia on this. I know what I’m talking about and if you just trust what I’m saying, you’ll realize that I am right on this. I only ask that when the time comes, you pass this on to some other deserving person like yourself.
Susan couldn’t help but shake her head. She’d always known that Aunt Sylvia was kind of “out there” but this was weird even for her.
It was just too fantastic for her to believe but still, she had to call Aunt Sylvia. It would be fun to talk with her again, even if the reason for her calling was this ... this contraption.
But when Susan called, the only answer she got was from Aunt Sylvia’s answering machine. Darn, she told herself, and she’d thought she was going to have such fun with Aunt Sylvia over this.
Oh well, the college co-ed thought. It had been worth a try.
The device had sat on her counter for almost a week before her curiosity finally got the better of the fair haired college student. She’d tried calling Aunt Sylvia two more times and each time, she’d been greeted by the answering machine instead.
So once more Susan had the device in front of her and once more, she had Aunt Sylvia’s note. She twisted each of the knobs but it seemed as if none of them did anything.
It was frustrating. It wasn’t like she actually thought the device would do anything but the least it could do was something like light up or buzz or whir or ... or something.
Once again, Susan was about to push the thing away when she heard a knock at her door. Well whoever it was at her door had to be more fun than this stupid thing, Susan thought.
Or maybe not, Susan thought as she opened the door to find Greg standing there. “What do you want?” she asked.
“I came over here to see you,” he said.
“Well, I kind of figured as much,” Susan told her ex-boyfriend, “but what makes you think I want to see you?”
“Oh come on.”
“Come on what?”
“Come on,” the boy said. “That was a long time ago.”
“I don’t care how long ago it was. You were on the couch with my best friend.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“And you’ve still got nothing to say for yourself.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. I heard that already.”
“You want me to say it again?”
“Not really.”
“Oh,” the boy said dejectedly. “What’s that?”
What’s what, Susan was about to ask and then she realized that she’d brought the box with her to the door. “This,” she said. “It’s something my aunt sent to me.”
“Yeah? What’s it do?”
“It doesn’t matter what it does and stop trying to change the subject. What it does is none of your business.”
“I was just asking.”
“It’s none of your business,” Susan said but now that her attention had once more been drawn to the device, she couldn’t help but smile. Now that would be quite a trick, she thought, if the device could somehow make her ex hot for her. Now wouldn’t that be fun. Get him all hot and bothered and then kick his sorry ass out the door. Now that would be fun.
Of course it couldn’t do that but what if it could?
“Come on, Sue.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“What?”
“Don’t call me Sue. You don’t know me well enough for that.”
“But—”
Susan wasn’t paying him any attention. Instead, she notched the knob with the red ruby up just a bit.
“—we were good together.”
“Yeah, the operative word there is were.” It was too bad that the machine couldn’t actually do what Aunt Sylvia said it could because she wouldn’t have minded having another go with Greg. Idly, her fingers teased the knob with the red ruby on it before she once more pushed it up again.
“I, uh, I, um—”
“You know what?”
Again, Susan notched the red ruby dial even higher. “You talk too much,” she said.
“I do?”
God, he was hot, Susan thought. Why hadn’t she noticed that before, she wondered. She grabbed him by the belt and she pulled him into the apartment. “Come here,” she said.
God, he really was hot, she realized. In fact, having him standing there, having him so close, damn!
“You know what I want you to do?” Sue asked.
“What?”
Sue let her hand slide down over the front of his pants. Damn, was he really that hard, she wondered. How could she ever have been done to have let him get away. “I need you to fuck me,” she said.
“Yeah?” he groaned.
“Yeah. Come on. Follow me.”
He was following her but then hey, why shouldn’t he, Susan reasoned. Sure, a super stud like him probably had girls falling over themselves wanting to get his cock in their pussies and sure, it wasn’t like she had the biggest tits in the world, but she’d been told plenty of times that she was cute and she was banking on that and apparently, Greg must have been thinking the same thing because he was following right there along behind her as she led the way to her bedroom.
“You know what I want to do?” Susan gushed.
“What?”
Once more, Susan tugged on his pants. “I want to get you out of these pants,” she said.
“You’re sure?”
“Oh yeah,” Susan moaned. “I am so sure,” and almost as if she wanted to prove her parent, her hands opened the boy’s belt.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he stammered.
“I’ll bet you do and you know what?”
“What?”
Susan’s hands opened his belt before she answered his question. “I want to fuck you, too,” she said.
It wasn’t long before she had his pants open and his zipper down and then she was sliding her hands inside his jeans. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
And then even as she moved in closer, she was stroking him through his underwear.
It wasn’t long before his jeans were down around his knees and Susan was more sure than ever. She just had to get his cock inside her pussy.
And then she was taking off his shirt and finally she had his underwear off and she couldn’t help but purr as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
She couldn’t get out of her clothes fast enough and then she was standing before him with her hand once more wrapped around his cock. “Come on,” she purred. “I want you to fuck me.”
And then she was on her bed with the boy perched over her body and there was his cock pushed up against her pussy.
He was pushing his way inside her and Susan just couldn’t help but gasp. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. Yes.”
She’d never felt a cock like that. She’d cum almost as soon as he’d put his cock inside her and it seemed as if he couldn’t do anything wrong. Whatever he wanted to do was exactly what she wanted him to do. He was in fact the best lover that Susan had ever had.
It was the next morning and Susan was still hot and she was still naked as she her way out to the kitchen to get herself a bite to eat. She wanted to get a little something inside her before she went back into the bedroom and she pounced on a sleeping Greg and got him to put something else inside her.
She put a pop tart into the toaster and she went to the fridge to get something to drink when she spied Aunt Sylvia’s box. Just for grins while she was waiting for her food to finish, she went to look at the box.
The ruby dial was the only dial that wasn’t set at zero and it was only set to six. What was it Aunt Sylvia had said about that dial. Something about turning up the heat, right? Susan grinned at that. She certainly hadn’t needed that, she thought as her fingers twiddled with the dial.
She notched the dial back down and then she notched it up before pushing it down again.
It was almost as if she seemed to realize what she was doing for the first time in a long time. She was naked, damn it. She was naked in her apartment and what made it worse was that there was a man in the other room. What the hell was the matter with her?
She notched the dial lower still. Had the sex really been that good, she wondered. Sure, it had seemed that way at the time but now ...
Susan looked at the settings on Aunt Sylvia’s box and she gasped. Oh my God, she thought. It couldn’t ... no, it couldn’t be ... could the box, could it have somehow influenced her?
She didn’t see how it could have and yet ...
The pop tart popped up but its presence went unheeded.
It was nonsense, Susan told herself. The box couldn’t really do that and at that moment, Greg came out of the bedroom.
Just like her, he was still naked. Oh my God, Susan asked herself. What the hell had she been thinking.
“I was wondering where you were,” the boy said.
“What?”
“I woke up, and I was wondering where you were,” he said again.
“I was right here,” Susan said noncommittally.
“I can see that.”
“Last night was great,” the boy said.
Oh my God, Susan thought. Oh my God. There was absolutely nothing at all special about him. Oh my God. What had she done.
“I was thinking maybe we could do it again.”
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
“No?”
Susan looked at the box in front of her. What was it Aunt Sylvia had said. The blue sapphire cooled things down. She notched that dial up and then she turned it up again. “I don’t think so,” she said.
“No?” the boy said and now there was a bit of edginess in his voice.
Susan shook her head.
“Fine. I didn’t want to anyway,” he said, “but I thought I’d just ask ‘cause it seemed like you wanted it but I guess I was wrong. That’s good to know,” and with that, he turned and headed back into the bedroom.
Susan couldn’t help but shiver. She was still naked and she really wanted to put some clothes on but to do that, she’d have to go back into the bedroom and that would mean letting Greg see her naked and she didn’t really want to do that.
He saw her naked when he came back out of the bedroom a few minutes later fully dressed. “I’ll see you around,” he said and Susan nodded and with that, he was gone.
It didn’t take long for Susan to convince herself that what she had thought was the box was just pure happenstance. Sure she didn’t have any idea why she’d done what she’d done with Greg and it most certainly wasn’t going to happen again but it most definitely wasn’t Aunt Sylvia’s box that was making her act that way. It was just chance and that’s all it was. Just chance.
But then there was Brett Caldwell.
Susan had the idea that Brett saw himself as something of a bad boy. She wasn’t sure if that was exactly what he was. Drifter was more like it, the girl thought because he didn’t really have the edginess of a bad boy. Susan couldn’t help but wonder if Brett really cared about anything.
Well, he cared enough to come over to her’s and her roommate’s apartment from time to time. His apartment was just down the hall from theirs so it wasn’t like it was a big deal for him.
Still, Susan wondered one day. What would he be like if he really was a bad boy?
And that’s when she thought about Aunt Sylvia’s box.
She wasn’t even sure why she thought about it. It wasn’t like she even believed it could do what Aunt Sylvia said it could do but what if it could and wouldn’t it be fun to play with it when Brett was around?
She wouldn’t have long to wait, she thought. He was always coming around.
And then there was a knock on her apartment door and when Susan opened it, there he was. “Hey, Brett,” she said. “Whatcha up to?”
“Not much. Just hanging out.”
“Yeah? So you thought you’d come over here and hang out with me and Maureen?”
“Yeah.”
“Too bad.”
“Why?”
Maureen’s not here. That’s why.”
“Yeah but you are.”
“So you’re going to settle for me?” Susan said with a laugh.
“Who said I was settling,” Brett grumbled.
Susan laughed again. “Okay,” she said. “You can come in but only for a little bit ‘cause I got some stuff to do.”
“Whatever.”
Susan stood aside as she let Brett in. He wasn’t bad looking in his shorts and his tank top. Again, the thought came to her. He was more of a drifter.
“So whatcha up to?” the boy asked.
“Not much.” Susan ticked the onyx dial up a notch.
“I thought you’d be studying.”
“Nah. I already did that.”
“Yeah?”
Well that was no fun, Susan thought. Maybe she needed to push the dial a little higher. “You can’t study all day.”
“Yeah, but a lot of the time, you are.”
Susan grinned to herself. A lot of the time when you come over, she thought to herself even as she notched the onyx dial a little higher. It was always a good way to get Brett to go home to tell him that you had to study.
“You know, you really think you’re such hot shit,” Brett said suddenly.
Susan was caught off guard by his comment. “What?”
“You think you’re so hot standing there. Come on in, Brett, you tell me, but you can only stay a little while, Brett, cause I got shit to do, like what you got to do is so damned important.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Brett said.
“I never said it did,” a bewildered Susan said.
“Yeah right.”
“I didn’t.”
“You know, maybe someone ought to teach you a lesson.”
“What lesson?”
“You know what I got in here?” Brett asked.
Susan looked at where Brett was stroking his shorts. “Yeah,” she said.
“No you don’t. You only think you know but you’ve never seen it,” and with that, the boy stood and he lowered his shorts.
Susan just stared. This was hardly what she expected to have happen.
“Maybe you need a closer look,” Brett said.
“No.”
But already, Brett was coming closer and then he was sticking his dick in Susan’s face. “Kiss it,” he demanded.
“No,” she wanted to say but he was forcing his cock against her lips even as he pulled her head towards his cock and then even before she realized she was doing it, she was kissing his cock.
“There you go,” he said. “How’d you like that?”
“It was fine,” Susan muttered.
“Fine, huh? Maybe you need something more.”
Susan shook her head.
“Yeah, I think you need something more. Stand up.”
In spite of herself, Susan stood.
“Take those jeans down,” Brett ordered.
Again, Susan did as she was told to do.
“That’s good enough,” Brett said when Susan had her jeans down around her knees. “Now turn around.”
Susan turned and then she found herself being pushed into a kneeling position on the couch as Brett came up behind her and she could feel his hands on her ass. “You know,” the boy said, “I’ve wanted to do this for some time.”
He slapped her ass.
“Ow,” Susan groaned.
“Shut up. Take it, bitch,” and with that, he slapped her ass again.
“Ow,” she groaned again but Brett didn’t even bother to admonish her again.
“This is what bad girls really need,” he said.
“Ow,” she moaned as he slapped her ass yet again.
He slapped her ass again and again and then yet again before his hands fondled her burning cheeks. “I think we know what you need.”
“What?”
But he wasn’t bothering to answer her, at least not with words he wasn’t but when Susan felt his cock in her pussy, she knew what his answer was.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
“Yeah, that’s right,” the boy said as he pounded her hard.
He was pounding her hard. It was almost too much Susan thought but she suddenly realized she couldn’t get to the box anymore.
“Yeah, you’re going to take this,” Brett said almost as if he were reading her mind.
It looked like she had no choice and besides, her pussy was starting to get with the program.
“Yeah, someone likes this,” Brett said as his cock continued to savage her pussy.
He was right.
“I bet someone wants me to cum in their pussy.”
“Yeah,” Susan groaned.
“All right, bitch. Here it comes.”
Even as he said it, Susan could feel his cock swell inside her and she knew he was doing just what he said he was going to do.
He left soon after that but not before he’d given her ass a few good, hard smacks, just to make sure she knew what he thought of her.
And then there was Tommy Rafferty.
After what had happened with Greg and with Brett, Susan was willing to admit that maybe the box was playing some kind of a role. She wasn’t willing to go so far as to say that the box was controlling them, but maybe it was influencing them in some way and if there was one guy that Susan really wanted to influence, it was Tommy Rafferty.
He’d been Maureen’s boyfriend long before he’d started coming on to her but Maureen had gotten tired of him real quick but apparently not quickly enough because before she was done with him, Tommy was already coming on to Susan.
Susan tried to be polite at first. She tried to tell him that she wasn’t interested.
But then he went and sent her flowers.
Okay, they were nice flowers. Really nice, actually, but come on. He shouldn’t be doing stuff like that, Susan tried to tell him.
Why not?
“Tommy, you were dating my roommate.”
“So? I’m not dating her now.”
“That’s not the point. She’s still my roommate.”
“So?”
“So I don’t want her thinking that I tried to steal you away or anything like that.”
“So you’re saying the only reason I can’t date you is because of what your roommate might think? That’s dumb.”
It wasn’t dumb, Susan said and it wasn’t the only reason. Heck, Tommy was a nice enough guy but he just wouldn’t back off. He kept coming and coming at you and Susan didn’t have the heart to tell him as bluntly as Maureen had that she didn’t want him around anymore but because she wasn’t willing to say that, he wasn’t about to leave.
And that was when she thought of the box. What was it Aunt Sylvia had said. The yellow amber would back him off.
Hey, it was worth a try.
She waited until Tommy came around again and then she notched the amber dial up.
“You and me should go out on a date,” Tommy said.
Hmm. Hardly the effect she was hoping for but then hey, she didn’t really think it would work. She notched the amber up again. “Really?” Susan asked. “Where would we go?”
The boy shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Susan notched the dial up a little higher. “Maybe to a restaurant or something like that?”
“I guess.”
“Maybe a really expensive restaurant?”
“Sure.”
Whoa. That was hardly like Tommy Rafferty. He’d always been a bit cheap, Susan thought, but was it really the box or was he just going along with what she wanted?
“Maybe we could go to a concert.”
“Okay.”
“There’s a country band in town. We could go see them.”
“Okay.”
It had to be the box, Susan told herself. Tommy fashioned himself more the rocker and he’d always hated country music.
It just had to be the box.
And Tommy was certainly backing down. There was no denying that so why wasn’t she happy about what he’d become?
It was because she hadn’t wanted that, Susan thought after Tommy had left. She hadn’t want to turn him into a wimp and the yellow amber was certainly making him that.
So what did she want? Maybe it was the other direction she wanted to go. Maybe if Tommy was so bold, maybe she wouldn’t mind what he was doing. It was, after all, worth a try.
Everything on the box seemed to have an opposite, Susan thought. If the red one made a boy hot and the blue one cooled him down, if the black one turned him into a bad boy and the white one negated that, didn’t it make sense that the green one would negate the yellow one?
Except of course that green wasn’t exactly an opposite of yellow.
Of course, neither was red an opposite of blue.
And besides, Aunt Sylvia was very clear. She wasn’t supposed to touch the emerald dial.
But why?
If the yellow dial made a boy yellow, then what did the green dial do. Turn him into a vegetarian?
Except that wasn’t exactly the opposite of making a boy weak. The obvious answer of course was that it made him strong.
It never occurred to Susan to think that there might be another way to think of what might be an opposite and even if that was what the box did, was that really such a bad thing to make a boy strong. Was it really such a bad thing that she shouldn’t touch the dial?
Susan couldn’t help herself. She was dying to know what the emerald dial did.
She put in another call to Aunt Sylvia but once again, Aunt Sylvia didn’t answer.
Damn it. She really wanted to know and really, how bad could it be.
But Aunt Sylvia had told her not to.
Well if Aunt Sylvia had wanted her not to touch it, she should have given her a better reason, Susan told herself even as she once more pulled the device to her. She’d just try it just a little and all by herself as she was, it was most likely that it wouldn’t do anything anyway.
She ticked the dial up just a little and just for a moment and then she took the knob back to zero again.
Had anything happened?
As far as she could tell, the answer to that was no.
But how could she tell for sure? That was the question and the answer of course was that she couldn’t actually know for sure. The only way to try it out was to take it a little higher the next time Tommy came over and to try it out.
This probably wasn’t the smartest thing in the world, Susan told herself but she’d already made up her mind. She was going to do it. She ticked the dial up and she held it there before she eased it back to zero.
She waited. She was holding her breath and then she laughed nervously. This was silly, she told herself. The emerald dial didn’t do anything. It was all just an elaborate hoax on Aunt Sylvia’s part.
It was all just so silly. She should go ahead and turn the emerald dial all the way up to the highest setting.
She just sat there waiting to see if something would happen ... and then it did.
It was like her body was starting to fill up with a green goo. She wasn’t sure how she knew what color the goo was but she knew it was green and she knew it was filling up her toes.
Something was wrong. She knew that now and yet she seemed incapable of acting as she knew she should.
And besides, the goo wasn’t just in her toes anymore. It was in her feet and it was beginning to move up her legs and it just felt so good because it had such a wonderfully numbing effect.
This was so wrong and yet ...
And yet the green goo was up to her knees now and it was moving higher.
It was up to her knees now and Susan was sure she couldn’t have moved her legs even if she’d wanted to but she didn’t want to. She just wanted to sit there and let the green goo fill her up.
And still the goo rose higher still. It was up to her thighs now and now it was up to ...
Oh my God. It was up past the tops of her thighs now and suddenly, her pussy was firing like crazy. Oh my God. It wasn’t just her pussy. It was her butt, too. Her ass was tingling. Oh my God. How could Aunt Sylvia not told her about this, the girl wondered. Oh my God, it felt great.
And still the goo was moving up. It was up around her torso now and oh my God, that felt great.
And still it continued to come. It was up around her breasts now and Susan couldn’t believe the way it made her breasts tingle. She’d never been one for playing with her breasts before but when they felt like this, she thought, why the heck shouldn’t she.
And still the goo continued to rise and now it was up around her neck. She wondered if it would keep on going and if it did, would it fill her up. Under any other circumstance, she might have found that prospect disconcerting to say the least but for some reason, she didn’t. She didn’t care if the goo did fill her up.
Why oh why had Aunt Sylvia tried to keep this from her, she wondered.
And still the goo kept coming. It was filling up her head now and Susan couldn’t help but wonder if she was still breathing. Well she must be breathing, she thought, or at least it wasn’t like it was anything to worry about at all.
And then finally, it was done. She was full of the green goo.
And she just sat there. Indeed, it hardly seemed like she could do anything else and she certainly didn’t want to do anything else. It was perfectly fine to sit there and do nothing at all.
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there and she didn’t care. She just sat there.
And then suddenly, almost as quickly as it had filled her up, the green goo seemed to be draining from her body and when it was gone, the fair-haired girl just sat where she was. She felt so empty, she told herself but in a way, that was okay. It was okay to be empty.
With a start, she realized that there was a knocking at her door. How long had that been going on, she wondered.
But then she was getting up. Ow, she thought. Pain around her breasts. She didn’t like pain.
She walked to the door and she pulled it open. It was Tommy.
The boy just gaped at her. “Susan?” he asked. “Is that you?”
Susan, the girl thought with a pout. No, that was so wrong. It sounded so formal and stuffy and she was hardly either formal or stuffy and yet she knew the name sounded right. No, it was the right name. It just wasn’t her. “Call me Suzie,” she said.
“What?”
“Call me Suzie,” the girl said again.
“O-okay,” the boy stammered. “W-what happened to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve changed.”
Changed, the girl thought. What was Tom talking about. She was the same person she’d always been and she told the boy that.
But Tommy was just shaking his head. No, he insisted. No. You’ve changed.
“I haven’t changed,” Suzie said again.
“No, you’ve changed. Your ... your, um, your breasts—”
“You mean my boobies,” the girl asked and then she caught herself. She’d never called her boobies that before but now that she had, she couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t ever done that before and she giggled. Boobies was such a fun word, she thought. She liked calling her boobies her boobies.
“Yeah,” Tommy said. “I mean your ... your boobies. They’re a lot bigger than they were before.”
Maybe that was why they were hurting, Suzie thought. Her boobies were obviously way to big for her bra.
“You know,” Tommy said, “I think maybe you should take your top off and take off your bra.”
That was a totally great idea, Suzie thought and she thought it was even greater when she finally took her top off and took off her bras and the pain finally went away.
“With tits like those—”
“Boobies,” Suzie said sternly. He needed to use the right word.
“Okay, have it your way. With boobies like that,” and Suzie giggled as the boy did what she wanted him to do, “you should ever try and cover those up.”
“I shouldn’t?” the girl asked breathlessly.
“No. With boobies like those, you need to put them out on display.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“But first—”
“First?”
“Yeah first, before you try putting those away, I think maybe there’s something you con do first.”
“Yeah, like what?”
“Like maybe you should suck on this first.”
Oh my God, the now busty blond thought, he had his cock out. Oh my God, that was so bad, but maybe, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
“Come on. You know you want to.”
Maybe, she thought. Actually, why not. Sometimes, it was just so hard to think so wasn’t it better to let other people do the thinking for her.’
“Get down on your knees,” Tommy said. “Get down there and suck on my cock.”
Suzie dropped to her knees. This wasn’t so bad, she told herself. This wasn’t so bad taking that cock in her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” Tommy encouraged her. “Suck it. Suck that cock.”
Now that she was finally doing it, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to do.
“Oh God,” the boy was groaning and then he groaned again and then ...
He was cumming, the busty blond thought with a pout. He was cumming in her mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Tommy asked.
“You came in my mouth,” the girl pouted.
“Yeah so?”
“So you came in my mouth.”
“But I thought you wanted that.”
“Why would I want that?” Suzie said petulantly.
“Well you were sucking my cock.”
“Yeah but—”
“And you had to know what was going to happen if you kept sucking it.”
“Yeah but—”
“And you kept sucking it anyway even though you knew what was going to happen so you must have wanted to have me cum in your mouth.”
“What?” the girl said in confusion.
“You must have wanted me to cum in your mouth.”
Well maybe she did want it, Suzie thought. She hadn’t thought she’d wanted it but when Tommy explained it that way, it all made perfect sense. Maybe she had wanted that and if that was what she’d wanted, then why was she complaining about what she’d gotten?
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think there’s something else you want to do.”
“What?”
“I think you want to show me your pussy.”
“What?”
“I think you want to show me your pussy.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Well you already sucked my cock so I just figured.”
Suzie had to agree. It did make sense.
“So why don’t you take that skirt off for me.”
Suzie stood and then she was taking off her skirt.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“Your tits—”
“My boobies.”
“Right. I think your boobies aren’t the only things that are bigger.”
“Why?”
“Well your butt seems bigger, too.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all. In fact I like it that way. I like the way it stretches your panties so tight.”
“You do?”
“Oh yeah. I do. Do you mind?”
She wasn’t sure what the boy wanted but when Tommy tried to turn her around, Suzie wasn’t about to object to what he wanted. After all, it was as if Tommmy just knew exactly what she needed even if she didn’t know it herself.
Tommy peeled her panties off of her ass and then he was sliding them down her legs before his hands were back again and Suzie could feel his hands as he fondled her ass and then it wasn’t just his hands she was feeling.
She couldn’t help but moan as she felt his cock press up against her pussy. “Oh fuck,” she moaned and then she felt his cock sliding inside her. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you.”
“Yeah,” the girl moaned. “Yeah, I like it.”
“I’ll bet you do. You know what else I think you’re going to like?”
“What?”
“I think you’re going to like it when I cum in your pussy.”
“But Tommy—”
“What?”
“Do you think we really should?”
“What? You don’t want me to cum in your pussy?”
“I don’t know if we should.”
“Why? Don’t you like having my cock in your pussy?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Don’t you like the way it feels the more you feel my cock in your pussy?”
“Well yeah again.”
“So it can’t be bad to have my cock in your pussy.”
“No, it’s not.”
“So it must be fine if I cum in your pussy.”
“But Tommy.”
“In fact, I think I’m going to do that right now.”
“Oh my God,” the girl said as she felt his cock cum in her pussy and then she moaned again as her pussy started to cum.
“Yeah, you like that,” Tommy said. “You like it when I cum in your pussy.”
“Yeah,” Suzie gushed enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I thought you would.”
Suzie just laid there as the cum oozed out of her overfilled cunt. She loved having a boy’s cum in her pussy and finally, she’d found out just what the emerald dial did.