I really hadn’t planned for 8 parts it seems excessive, I feel like someone should tell me that this is enough and I should stop haha!

When my zipper starts to slide down my eyes go wide and I do my best to look natural. My gaze shifting to my food as I feel her hand still moving under the table cloth. “So Adam, tell us what you do!” Said Liz’s dad through a mouthful of food. “Steven! Don’t eat and talk! That’s disgusting!” His wife abraded, before she rolled her eyes. Thankfully Adam loved his work and didn’t have any complaints about over explaining it(I promise he’s a good guy, I’m not trying to make him sound insufferable).

Meanwhile I was in a struggle for my life, Kris’s hand had worked its way into my underwear and her fingers were now teasing my warm shaft. I could feel them gliding over every vein and curve of my cock, so small and at first very cold. When I glanced over at her she was generally paying attention to the conversation but I could see her cheeks flushed a little. Then her hand pushed further into my pants, her palm now against my dick and fingers wrapping around as much as they could. I picked up my phone and leaned back from my half eaten plate and pretended to be answering emails and scrolling reddit.

This rouse seemed like it was working till I glanced at Liz, her eyes were at first shocked then I saw a combination of annoyance and amusement go across her face. I glanced at Kris pleadingly and Liz seemed to let it go. Or so I thought. She picked up her phone and texted both Kris and I. “Would you get his cock out of your hand…please?” Kris looked at her phone and chuckled before responding. “You sat him next to me.”

“Not so you could give him a handjob!” Replied Liz. Then Kris grinned while I felt her hand trying to reach further into my pants. “Fine, it’s too long to reach his head like this anyway.” I was blushing furiously at this point and once she pulled her hand out I stood up quickly and excused myself to the bathroom, holding my jacket so it covered it and my stomach. Once I got to the bathroom I sat down in the stall and tried to cool down but god I wanted to cum so bad. Then I got a text from Kris. “Be there in a minute, let me know if anyone is in there.”

I didn’t reply hoping she was joking while praying she wasn’t. Not long after I heard the door open. Heard her heels on the floor then the knock on the stall. “Hey…let me in quick!” Unfortunately I’m the kind of asshole that takes the handicap stall, though now I certainly wasn’t complaining as I let her in and she immediately put both hand on my chest and leaned in close. “Sorry…I just…I want this…” before she could continue I’d gripped her hips, pulled her against me and my lips were against hers.

I pressed her against the wall and felt her soft lips parting fit me already and my tongue swiftly took that space while her hands slide down and started unbuckling my belt. Once she had it open and my pants both her hands were down them and gripping my cock while she started stroking me desperately. “God it’s so fucking big…why do you have this fat dick?” She panted against my lips while I panted hard and growled. “Why do you have to have such perfect lips? And tits…” one of my hands slid up from her hip to grope her soft perky breast, squeezing it while my other hand pulled her leg up and around me.

That does it for part 8, figured I’d stop this one once things started getting hot so I can spend as much time in the next part on the smut for you lovely degenerates ;)