me!”
Pips staggered to a chair by the kitchen table as Tonya tore into the bathroom, the urine stain huge on her leggings.
“Hurry up, Tonya, you slut,” she called, “I gotta go, too.” She pulled her arms out of her purple turtleneck, leaving it around her neck, and pulled her leggings off. “Ugh, pee, disgusting!” She tugged at her frilly panties, also wet. “That’s got to go, too,” she said, and tugged the panties off, standing with her cock exposed, her turtleneck hanging off her shoulders. Of course, she had those tiny breasts. I felt myself blush. But even flat-chested, she was so pretty.
Tonya came out of the bathroom and nodded at Pips and Sissy nearly naked beside him. She said, “Great idea,” and pulled off her T-shirt, showing off her lovely big breasts and her shorts. Sissy hurried into the bathroom and I heard her soft dribble. That must have been all she had left, since she’d peed herself.
“Hey, I’ve known this old geezer for the longest time,” Tonya said, looking Pips up and down. “Back in Greenwich Village he was always jerking off,” she shook her head. “Looks alive to me.”
“I have to eat,” Pips grunted. He looked tired but shuffled into the kitchen. He looked in a cabinet, took out a can, opened it, and ladled Chef Boyardee spaghetti into a pot. “I haven’t eaten in a few days,” he mumbled. “Lost my nourishment.”
“What you mean you haven’t eaten in a few days, what’s wrong with you?” Tonya said, shaking her head. “You gotta eat. No wonder they thought you was dead, they was about to bury you, too. Jesus fucking Christ!”
Sissy came out of the bathroom and looking at Pips and Tonya. She pulled off her purple turtleneck and tossed it onto a chair. I was the only one still fully dressed, and I felt like an idiot. I began to remove my T-shirt.
“Hey, I had a dream about this,” Tonya said, looking at me and taking my hand. “It was a room just like this and everyone was naked except this one guy, just like you. That was pretty weird,” she said. She looked far away, thinking about her dream.
“That’s right,” Sissy nodded. “Leave your clothes on. You had a hard-on ever since Avenue C when you was talking to that big creep Paulie, my horny neighbor. What you expect from him, a blowjob? Talk to her.” She giggled and shoved me at Tonya.
Pips had stirred his Chef Boyardee to a boil. It bubbled as he removed the pan from the stove. He carried it a few steps to the table. He set it down, stuck in a spoon and started to eat.
“Damn, I thought you was dead,” Sissy repeated, wiping her mouth and shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me you hadn’t eaten? That sure scared me, a lot.”
“I’m sorry,” Pips said, not looking up. He was already chewing his second mouthful.
“When did you eat last?” I asked.
“I don’t know, last week, I think. What’s the big deal, anyway, it’s only food.” He shrugged and went back to his pot of boiled Chef Boyardee, eating mouthful after mouthful until it was empty. He dropped the spoon into the pot and it made a clattering sound. “Ah, better,” he said, pushing the pot away and looking at us. His eyes glinted and he began to jerk off right way. He leered at Tonya, who seemed to be drifting away again. I began to feel resentful. He wasn’t even looking at me, just bigboobed Tonya! How quickly he’d forgotten me! Did her big tits distract him?
I shook my head. Dirty old man, I thought. Jerking off old geezer, that’s what he was , when I felt a hand on my crotch. Sissy was palming my erection while her mouth was latched onto Blowjob Tonya. What perverts they are! I thought when Sissy broke from Tonya and breathed out.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, sweetie,” Sissy sighed. “Man, you’re fucking hot.” She pulled Tonya out of the kitchen. Tonya winked back at me but let Sissy drag her into the bedroom.
I looked over at Pips. He was still jerking off, looking at me as he beat his dick
Pips staggered to a chair by the kitchen table as Tonya tore into the bathroom, the urine stain huge on her leggings.
“Hurry up, Tonya, you slut,” she called, “I gotta go, too.” She pulled her arms out of her purple turtleneck, leaving it around her neck, and pulled her leggings off. “Ugh, pee, disgusting!” She tugged at her frilly panties, also wet. “That’s got to go, too,” she said, and tugged the panties off, standing with her cock exposed, her turtleneck hanging off her shoulders. Of course, she had those tiny breasts. I felt myself blush. But even flat-chested, she was so pretty.
Tonya came out of the bathroom and nodded at Pips and Sissy nearly naked beside him. She said, “Great idea,” and pulled off her T-shirt, showing off her lovely big breasts and her shorts. Sissy hurried into the bathroom and I heard her soft dribble. That must have been all she had left, since she’d peed herself.
“Hey, I’ve known this old geezer for the longest time,” Tonya said, looking Pips up and down. “Back in Greenwich Village he was always jerking off,” she shook her head. “Looks alive to me.”
“I have to eat,” Pips grunted. He looked tired but shuffled into the kitchen. He looked in a cabinet, took out a can, opened it, and ladled Chef Boyardee spaghetti into a pot. “I haven’t eaten in a few days,” he mumbled. “Lost my nourishment.”
“What you mean you haven’t eaten in a few days, what’s wrong with you?” Tonya said, shaking her head. “You gotta eat. No wonder they thought you was dead, they was about to bury you, too. Jesus fucking Christ!”
Sissy came out of the bathroom and looking at Pips and Tonya. She pulled off her purple turtleneck and tossed it onto a chair. I was the only one still fully dressed, and I felt like an idiot. I began to remove my T-shirt.
“Hey, I had a dream about this,” Tonya said, looking at me and taking my hand. “It was a room just like this and everyone was naked except this one guy, just like you. That was pretty weird,” she said. She looked far away, thinking about her dream.
“That’s right,” Sissy nodded. “Leave your clothes on. You had a hard-on ever since Avenue C when you was talking to that big creep Paulie, my horny neighbor. What you expect from him, a blowjob? Talk to her.” She giggled and shoved me at Tonya.
Pips had stirred his Chef Boyardee to a boil. It bubbled as he removed the pan from the stove. He carried it a few steps to the table. He set it down, stuck in a spoon and started to eat.
“Damn, I thought you was dead,” Sissy repeated, wiping her mouth and shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me you hadn’t eaten? That sure scared me, a lot.”
“I’m sorry,” Pips said, not looking up. He was already chewing his second mouthful.
“When did you eat last?” I asked.
“I don’t know, last week, I think. What’s the big deal, anyway, it’s only food.” He shrugged and went back to his pot of boiled Chef Boyardee, eating mouthful after mouthful until it was empty. He dropped the spoon into the pot and it made a clattering sound. “Ah, better,” he said, pushing the pot away and looking at us. His eyes glinted and he began to jerk off right way. He leered at Tonya, who seemed to be drifting away again. I began to feel resentful. He wasn’t even looking at me, just bigboobed Tonya! How quickly he’d forgotten me! Did her big tits distract him?
I shook my head. Dirty old man, I thought. Jerking off old geezer, that’s what he was , when I felt a hand on my crotch. Sissy was palming my erection while her mouth was latched onto Blowjob Tonya. What perverts they are! I thought when Sissy broke from Tonya and breathed out.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, sweetie,” Sissy sighed. “Man, you’re fucking hot.” She pulled Tonya out of the kitchen. Tonya winked back at me but let Sissy drag her into the bedroom.
I looked over at Pips. He was still jerking off, looking at me as he beat his dick
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