I finished smoothing out the comforter and then took a seat on the bed. "Are you talking about her or the car?"
He took another sip. "Her. But I gave you my word; I would help her get a used car."
I was disappointed. "I see."
“Yesterday, you made it clear to me how you felt.” He leaned off the frame and walked into the room. “But in all honesty, I wouldn't even know where to start.”
“Oh, for crying out loud, you two should just get married.”
“What?”
“She won’t put out and you don’t have any balls. A perfect match.”
He was shocked. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Do you know how many boyfriends she’s had in the last two years? Seven.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Because she’s a cock-tease and she needs to be put back in her place. Her answer to everything is ‘ewww, that’s gross’. She’s never given a hand-job. She’s never given a blow-job. No guy has ever eaten her, sniffed her, fucked her…nothing.”
He threw his hands out and shook his head.
“She’s going to run me into the poor-house, Jake. She refuses to work, she wants everything and she’s never going to leave this house. She needs to move on. But why go to school wearing tight jeans and shorts everyday? So the guys can see the shape of her pussy and see her ass eating up the denim? They want to smell it, not look at it.”
“You keep talking but what does that have to do with me?”
“We need to change your mindset. You're using the side of your brain where logic and reason resides. And that's good. You're a very disciplined man. But in order for me to be successful, I have to switch your brain to the other side where instinct resides.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I took his cup from him and set it on the nightstand. “Well, let me show you.”
Offset from the bed was a nice and plush sofa chair. It’s where he sits when we take in a movie on our projection screen. I took a clean sheet from the closet and whipped it open and draped it over the chair.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m going to change your way of thinking.”
He was looking at the chair. “And the sheet?”
I grabbed his crotch. “I’m going to give you the jerk of your life.”
“Damn, I like the sound of that.”
“Good,” I said. “Now strip completely naked and have a seat.”
He was excited. “Ooh, do it to it, baby. No offense, but you've given me hand-jobs before. I don’t know how that’s going to change my thinking.”
I went to the dresser, just next to the chair and retrieved a plastic baggy from my purse, clutching it so he would not recognize the contents.
When he undressed and sat down, I went and kneeled in front of him, placing the baggie on the floor next to me. “Now put your legs over the arms and put your ass at the edge of the seat so you are completely exposed.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said as he scooted to me, with his legs ever widening as he had to keep them on the fat arms of the seat.
I began to caress his balls and started fondling his cock. It slowly began to rise. I giggled. "Now, let's see how much cum we can get out of there."
I reached down and opened the baggie, retrieving a pair of panties. I casually placed the crotch of it onto the head of his shaft and firmly slid it across, yielding a nice clumpy mount of drying cum. I then reached to the head and gently stroked downward to smear the cum over the rest of his cock.
His cock continued to stiffen. He let out, "Ooh, your juices; nice."
I continued stroking downward to liberally coat his shaft. “Your cock is going to have fun today,” I said.
He sank his head back into the soft pillow top. "Oh, that feels good."
I told him, “This is where your brain switches.”
"Well, okay then."
I looked at the clock on the wall, noting the time. I then began the actual stroking. The heat of his cock was activating the scent of female cum.
Again he moaned. "Oh, that feels good."
The odor was getting stronger. "Can you smell that?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I continued stroking. "So, how do you like the scent of April?"
He looked down to me. "Say what?"
I smiled. "How do you like the smell of April's pussy?"
His dick jerked.
I giggled. “That instinct is already kicking in.”
The smell was quickly spreading. I continued the stroking as his cock was getting stiffer and stiffer. I was actually surprised because I never seen quite so hard. My eyes widened. “Wow, that's a big dick.”
He looked down to me with a red, melted look.
I told him, “Now that's the look I was going for.” I playfully shook his cock and spoke to it. “What's making you so hard?”
I scooted my body next to his groin so I would have more leverage. Being my hands wouldn't fit around his dick; I had to apply pressure in order for my fingers to meet. I then began an elongated corkscrew motion as I stroked from the head to the base. The pasty sound of April’s thick, drying cum could be heard and the stench was becoming very strong. Again, his dick jerked hard, moving my hand with it.
He put his hands to his head as he laid back. “Oh fuck, that smells good.”
Up and down I went, keeping the pressure on.
He leaned forward, looking down on my stroking. His face was balmy, his breathing was becoming faster. "Fuck, I had no idea her pussy was that strong." His face was becoming contorted and he breaths were getting deeper as he watched me stroke him.
I was having fun with his cock. “Ooh, you're just a big, happy dick, aren’t you?” I started stroking as fast as I could. My fingers were suddenly forced apart. “That's right. Let April...”
"Oh fuck!" Jake yelled.
I looked up as his cum shot about four feet high, cascading back down across his stomach and my hands and the sheet.
I looked to the clock. I eased up on the stroking until the aftershocks subsided and his dick began to soften. I then grabbed the corner of the sheet from the floor and wiped my hands. "45 seconds. Wow."
He slammed his fist down onto the arm of the chair. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He was breathing heavily and gulped. He took a few more breaths. “I've never shot that high before.”
“So my theory is correct,” I said. “The scent of April has taken over and your cock is larger and your orgasm is more intense.”
His put his hands on his forehead. "Oh, fuck."
I stood up. "You just stay put."
I went into the restroom and started washing my hands. “You know, I’ve been doing April’s laundry forever,” I said out to him. “And about once a month, she just destroys her pussy, making a complete mess in her panties.”
As I returned, he still had a tremble about him.
I giggled. “I've never seen cum fly that high. That was a good one.”
He kept his hands on his forehead. “I can't believe this shit.”
“Oh, you're not done.” I picked up April's panties and pulled his legs off the arms and over the edge of the seat so his feet were on the floor. I then straddled the arms of the chairs, so my legs were on the outside. “Now that April is in your head, now you can make me scream.”
He knew what that meant because that's what I do when I finally get a fuck.