The Gamer Nerd Uses My Girlfriend in Exchange for Science Homework (Pt. 1)
“Go get me a Mountain Dew out of the mini fridge,” Kirby said in his nasally tenor, leaning back in his gaming chair. “Grab one from the back and make sure it’s cold!”
Then he turned his attention to my sweet blonde girlfriend on her knees in front of him. “And you can pull my dick out now,” Kirby licked his lips. “Since your blockhead boyfriend is going to fail Biology unless I do his report for him, you better make this good. Got it?”
“Got it,” Serena sighed, half-rolling her eyes. She had a light blue tank top on with thin shoulder straps, and the weight of her breasts pulled the front of it down so that Kirby’s view of her cleavage was glorious.
“And pull your tits out,” Kirby said annoyed. “I’ve wanted to see those puppies since fall semester started.”
Serena turned from the nerd looming over here and looked across the dorm room to where I stood beside the mini fridge. She raised her eyebrows.
“If you don’t do it, he’s not going to do the report,” I plead. “And then I fail another class and I’m out. Expelled. Please, Serena…for me?”
Serena had a testy shape to her mouth, her pouty lips parted and bratty. Her bright blue eyes shifted up to Kirby in his chair. The gamer was long and lanky, bird-chested, and slight of build. But he was quite tall. His black hair was a greasy mop atop his head, and his cheeks were sprinkled with small red zits. He wore an anime t-shirt and green sweatpants. The two of them were next to his computer desk, Serena almost underneath it, where his monitor was open to a game of World of Warcraft.
“Get to it or get out,” Kirby said, adjusting the thick-rimmed spectacles on his nose. “I’ve got a raid in fifteen minutes, and I can’t be late!”
I opened the mini fridge and dug around in the back. Past boxes of pizza rolls and hot pockets I found a plastic bottle of Mountain Dew that was plenty cold. I walked over to where my girlfriend knelt at Kirby’s feet and handed the boy his drink.
“Thank you, brainless,” Kirby snatched the soda from my hand. “Now quit hovering and go stand over there or something. And don’t touch the collectibles!”
I sauntered over to a bunk a few feet away, the headboard lined with unopened Star Wars action figures. The sheets smelled funny, as did the entire room. Like a nine-teen year-old kid who didn’t do his laundry often enough.
“You’re serious, Don?” Serena asked me from where she knelt on the dirty carpet. “You’re actually gonna have me do this?” Her eyebrows went up, and even in her impatient state she was gorgeous. Blonde, big perky tits, and soft, bronzed flesh.
“It’s a blowjob or I’m packing my bags,” I sighed. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
Serena let out one final sigh, and I could tell she was pissed with me. “Let’s do this then…but I don’t want to hear one fucking complaint — got it, Don?”
“Just get it over with,” I threw my hands up, intent on staring at the ceiling while the deed was taking place.
The gangling, awkward nerd twisted the top off his Mountain Dew and took a long swig. Then he looked down at Serena as she stared expectantly up at him. “Well,” he said, “what are you waiting for? Tits out and get to work already!”
Serena shot me a vindictive look, and then hooked her thumbs through the thin straps of her blue tank top. She slid the straps down around her shoulders until they hung loose about her arms. Then she took hold of the front of her top and pulled it down, slow and methodically, until her breasts busted out, swinging soft and supple.
“Very nice,” Kirby mumbled, leaning forward in his chair, and copping a feel. “Your nipples are perfect. Pink little things…” He took each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to twist.
“Oh!” Serena half-gasped/half-sighed. “Ah!”
Kirby tugged and shook Serena’s tits like a child with a new toy. He was clumsy and unskilled in many ways, but for some reason it didn’t seem to bother Serena…in fact, the look on her face said something else entirely.
“Tit play wasn’t part of the deal,” I said, fighting the anger welling in my stomach. “You said a blowjob.”
“How the hell do you expect me to get hard?” Kirby said it as if I were an idiot, the way he said everything. “Want me to stick a flaccid dick in your girlfriend’s mouth? I don’t think she wants that. You’re pretty, Serena, but you’re not so hot I get hard just looking at you. Besides, she doesn’t seem to mind the tit play.”
Unfortunately, he was right. Serena was staring down at her chest, watching the gamer’s greasy hands twist and tug at her voluptuous chest, and it appeared that the corners of her mouth were curving into a sly grin. Her nipples were quite clearly hard.
And as my eyes adjusted, I saw something pressing at the front of Kirby’s green sweatpants…but the angle was strange — the protrusion too far down his skinny leg.
“Do you swallow?” Kirby asked, still pinching my girlfriend’s tits.
“If you want me too,” Serena breathed, grimacing when he got too rough.
“Hmmm, I don’t know,” Kirby examined her. “You are awfully cute…I might like to cum on that cute face of yours.”
“Absolutely not,” I interjected. “Cum on her tits or something since you’re so fucking in love with them.”
“Wasn’t talking to you, lunk,” Kirby’s said high and nasally. “How about it, Serena. You suck my dick then I come on your face, and then your idiot boyfriend gets to pretend to be in college for another semester.”
Serena giggled at his joke, and I found myself so angry I nearly lunged across the room and wrung the little twirp’s neck. “I’ll swallow it, or you can do it on my tits,” she said, her back straight as an arrow as he continued to fondle her. “Is that OK?”
“Fine I guess,” Kirby sighed absently. “On with it already. Ten minutes till my raid!” Then the nerd sat back in his chair and snatched his Mountain Dew off the computer desk. He lifted his ass up out of the seat so that Serena could pull his sweatpants off.
A moment later Kirby was exposed, and the first thing I saw was his huge, unkempt bush of pubic hair, black and curly and unruly. Then the sweatpants seemed to get stuck halfway down his thighs, like they were caught on something.
“Holy shit,” Serena guffawed. “Are you serious?” she wrenched the sweatpants down past his knees, and something unholy and mammoth sprang into the air and rebounded off Kirby’s flat stomach.
“What the fuck!” I gasped out loud, by mistake.
It looked abnormal on the frail nerd. Sure, it was fucking huge. It would have looked big on Shaquille O’Neil. But it was attached to a six-foot dork who couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds…probably a quarter of that weight in the monstrosity now lying halfway up his torso.
“I take it dummy over there isn’t so endowed?” Kirby grinned down at my girlfriend, relishing the expression on her face. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t bite. And you better not either.”
Serena reached out two trembling hands and lifted it up. Blue veins ran along the undershaft, and the subtle change of color three quarters of the way up was flawless and smooth. His head was pink and bulbous, a single drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Serena stared at it wide-eyed, and then she turned to me. “Do you see this fucking thing?”
“I see it,” I said uncomfortably.
Serena stacked her hands on top of one another, gripping the base of his shaft, Kirby’s wild bush of curly black pubes tickling her palms. Her fingers couldn’t make it all the way around his girth — not even close.
“This is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she smiled up at Kirby.
“Good,” Kirby snarled, placing a hand on the back of Serena’s blonde head. “Now let’s make it the biggest cock you’ve ever tasted. Suck.” Kirby pulled her face forward, and Serena’s supple mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. “It’s up to you what kind of grade your boyfriend gets on this report,” he said, casually starting to fuck her mouth. “Is he going to get a C? C +? Or is he going to get an A. What do you need to pass the class, lunk-head?”
“An A,” I groaned.
“Not surprising,” Kirby sighed, using his free hand to take another swig of Mountain Dew. “You’re one dumb jock, lunk.”
Serena’s mouth stretched to its limit as the nerd slid deeper. With both hands glued to her skull, Kirby fucked her mouth shallow and quick, drawing lots of drool from her throat that ran down his colossal member in small bubbly rivers.
Then she started to gag.
“Gak-gak-gak-gak,” too loud for my liking.
“There we go,” Kirby said. “Getting the hang of it, aren’t you? It takes practice, learning to suck a big cock. There’s no way lunk could have prepared you for something like this. But we’ve got time…fuck, you’re so good at this I might have to postpone my WOW raid!”
“GAK-GAK-GAK-GAK!”
“Oh for God’s sake,” I said. “Just hurry it up!”
“Uh-uh,” Kirby shook his head, shoving Serena deep on his cock and holding her struggling face there. “I’m gonna take my time. I’m gonna enjoy the way your girlfriend’s tits jiggle when I fuck her face.”
Serena’s face turned red, a single black drop of makeup ran down her beaming cheek.
Kirby let Serena up for air, her lips slipping with drool.
“That OK with you, Serena?” he asked.
“Mmhmmm,” Serena moaned, staring at the miracle between Kirby’s legs with something like desire in her eyes.
“You heard your girlfriend,” Kirby said, plunging back down her throat, “we’re just getting started!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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