Chapter 3 - work it

Doug’s horny eyes lit up and he immediately went down, seeming surprisingly nimble for his size. He was more than ready to submit. The sight made Jenny’s eyes widen; hardly believing what she was seeing.

The feeder was still oiling up her arms as Doug began worshipping between her legs, but Vicky’s face did not seem to display any of the pleasure that she was getting from the fat boy’s tongue inside her. “So, where are you from?” she asked Jenny nonchalantly.

“I’m from…”

“Tell me as you’re getting your clothes off, babe,” Vicky cut in, suddenly noticing that Jenny was still dressed.

It never occurred to Jenny not follow the girl’s command. She jumped nervously and then began undressing, trying to explain her home town to Vicky as she did so.

“Never heard of it,” Vicky said dismissively. “Come on, Piggy. I’m sure you can work your tongue deeper than that!” she called down at Doug, who looked like he was in blissful heaven, permitted to do this. “You can have some of my oil if you forgot yours,” she nodded to Jenny, already throwing over her little bottle to the now naked girl.

Jenny fumbled and failed to catch it, having to bend over and collect it from the floor. She was so nervous, she’d hardly realised that she must have just given Vicky the least flattering view of her body as she bent over like that.

“So, do you want to focus on the food, or are you better handling the edging of this fatty?” Vicky asked Jenny. “I’m going to make him come later on, but that doesn’t mean you can’t as well.”

“Um, yeah… whatever,” Jenny replied. She was getting so turned on, but she couldn’t tell whether it was down to the sight of Doug, or if it was simply just Vicky’s smart talk.

“Do you want him to work you for a bit?” Vicky pointed down at the fat guy in her crotch. “He’s not great at it, but not terrible either.”

Jenny smiled. “Yeah, all right then!” she replied excitedly, watching as the fat man was manoeuvred into her crotch. She gasped with pleasure and moaned quite loudly, unable to help herself as the fat man’s tongue began to do its thing.

Maybe she could get into this after all...