Community service pt.6 early Draft

As requested by a level 2 patron! This is super rough so don't expect anything that impressive, some (or all!) of this may or may not be in the final product! Most of the sex scenes are NOT written in as they usually come last, so if that's what you wanted a sneak peek at, sorry to disappoint!

Enjoy as best you can! - TSG123 x

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Jennie’s ears pricked at the sound of the front door opening, dropping her controller and scrabbling to make sure her low-cut top was pressing her tits forwards as openly as possible, squeezing her skirt a little higher.

“…Mom??”

No-one responded, stairs creaking as someone made their way upstairs.

Her heartbeat quickened.

She hoped it was Peach and Zack… If it was just Peach, it would be perfect.

The lithe figure skipped off the sofa and crept towards the stairs, up to where she could hear tiny movements.

They were coming from Zack’s room.

Probably him picking up his stupid guitar.

She scowled, tiptoeing her way to the top, and pressed the door open.

What greeted her was surprising, and exciting.

Peach was alone, dressed in a black dress with purple eye-shadow, looking stressed and hunched over the desk, her foot tapping on the floor as her laptop took an age to load the first screen, before her head jerked to Jennie.

The look of worry on the older girl’s face was better than anything she could have hoped for.

And no Zack in sight.

“Heeyyyy…”

“You should knock,” Peach said, trying to sweeten the gruffness in her voice.

Jennie bounced/tiptoed over/padded over.

“Yeah but… we haven’t hung out in aaaaageesss….”

Her hand came around Peach’s shoulder, and the feeling of the girl flinching, her lips parting somewhat was simply another confirmation of what she already knew.

Peach was absolutely dying to fuck her.

“Look… I have this assignment, and I have like… two days to finish it…”

“Oh maybe I can help!!!”

“I don’t think….”

Peach stiffened as Jennie squeezed onto her lap, sideways with her pillowy buttcheeks resting on the girl’s thigh, one hand around her neck, the other on her belly.

Jennie’s voice was softer as she looked at the computer.

“What’s the assignment?”

Peach seemed like she was intensely uncomfortable, shifting on her seat.

Jennie pouted.

“Oooo, sorry, am I too heavy?”

“…No.”

Peach put a hand on her knee.

“You’re… not heavy at all.”

Jennie could almost hear the girl’s heart pounding in her chest.

“So… what’s the assignment.”

“Well, I… I’ve got to list four possible aims for a new restaurant owner in a city mall…”

“Uh-huh.”

She could feel Peach shifting her legs underneath her ass.

‘She’s trying to hide it from me… I bet she’s so hard right now…’

She pushed against Peach, wedging herself more firmly towards the centre, and felt the girl stiffen again as a huge object wedged right under between her buns beneath her skirt,

“Mmm… four aims huh…?”

“F-four…. Yeah uh… four aims….”

Jennie looked back at her, and began to fully rub her ass firmly against the erection between Peach’s legs.

“Mm… I wonder what your aims are…”

Peach’s lips were parted, a look of indecision scrawled on her features as she murmured.

“M-my aims…. Just…. should….”

A particularly slutty slide of Jennie’s ass all the way up and down the bulge meant she was almost able to push her pussy against it, and Jennie leaned forwards, putting her hands on Peach’s knees and coming to a stripper-straddle, except far more excessive touching, grinding into Peach’s lap, making the girl shake from trying to hold back her lust.

“Ohhhhh where are you gonna aim it…”

Peach was sweating, clasping the handrests of the chair as she looked down, almost able to see under Jennie’s skirt, the heat of the girl’s undercarriage warming her crotch.

“Let’s go… he could get back…”

“No!”

“Huh?”

Jennie looked up vehemently into Peach’s eyes.

“Fuck me in his bed.”

“W.. why…”

“I want to break it, so he’ll have to be reminded how hard you can fuck me every time he goes to sleep.”

“Oh my God you are evil,” grinned Peach.

Jennie grinned back, “That’s why you like me.”

“… And don’t fuck my brother.”

Peach smirked.

“Done.”

Jennie gave her a glare.

“No, seriously… not even a nibble.”

Peach sighed.

“FINE, not even so much as a pat on the head.”

***

Zack moaned around the shaft, the vibrations from the motor trembling as he tried his best to avoid Patsy’s arm which was still shifting gears as he sucked the living hell out of her cock.

Well, his Mother always said, if there’s a job worth doing, it’s worth doing well.

“GLHHH!”

As pre-cum burst in a shower of salty flavour on his tongue, he surmised that she probably hadn’t imagined her son would apply it to extracting cock-cream for a ride.

Patsy was heaving, and he was sure she was taking the longest detour possible to make sure she got every last drop of her seed down his throat before they arrived.

Zack didn’t mind.

He wanted her spunk in his mouth anyway.

It was beginning to scare him how addictive it was sucking a penis in your mouth, to feel the ligaments throbbing, veins pulsing against your lips, the control you have over the receiver’s pleasure.

Patsy’s fist, which had been wrenching the gear stick, shoved the back of his head so hard that her penis slammed into his throat, making him gag.

“GHLLGHHH!”

It didn’t exactly do much for your self-image though.

Once again he couldn’t help imagining it was P moaning above him, even though Patsy’s shaft was a little softer when hard, her balls a little saggier.

As he pressed between her legs to suck them into his mouth one by one like plums, he realised he didn’t mind what they were like.

As long as they tasted like balls.

‘Jeez, I think I really am becoming a slut. What the fuck…’

He pushed the thought from his mind as Patsy began to creak, and the car seemed to creak with her, accelerator jerking as her leg shook, and then Zack and the woman whose cock he was deep-cleaning groaned together as a full ton of semen exploded in his mouth with a fury that, though expected, still caught him by surprise, choking as her dick went completely rigid, and pure salty cum-odours filled his sinuses.

His eyes watered as he tried to survive it/swigged her babymaking juice, Patsy’s fist tight in his hair as she forced him deeper into her crotch, apparently attempting to push his face through the floor of her car.

The cock bulged in his throat, and even more cum flowed into his stomach, some spluttering back up over her endless filling-machine, Zack feeling like he was being force-fed a liquid breakfast, lunch and dinner in one go.

Finally, the woman shook as a last spurt poured down his throat, her belly pressing against the side of his head as she clutched him as tight as possible to her, lips right up against her hilt, the cock inhabiting what felt like his whole face and neck.

The painful whine of the accelerator being fully pressed down sputtered to a quiet *put-put-put* as Patsy let out a moan, releasing her hand from his hair.

Zack pulled himself off of her dick slowly in case he slobbered all over the upholstery, and was rewarded for his troubles with a tiny spurt of her love dribbling all over his nose and cheek as he looked at the object of pure physical perfection.

He hated himself so much for what he did next.

Patsy’s eyes snapped from the road to him for a moment, just in time to see him smiling as he licked the icing from her head, sucking on her lollypop like she was taking him to the circus for the first time.

“Hnnnnn…..”

When he had finished, and slurped down every last inch, even checking under the crevasse of her helmet for any spunk which might have been hiding (drawing a particularly appreciative “ooooh” from his concierge/Driver/taxi driver for the morning), Patsy immediately swerved into a parking space, and pulled up the clutch which ground upwards like it was attached to some sort of anchor.

Zack wondered how many laps of the community service building/offenders building car park they had done in the last ten minutes, but decided not to think about it, a virulent cum-laden burp exploding from his lips.

“BBBUHHHHRRRRBBBB!!”

Patsy squealed, laughing and hitting him on the shoulder, muttering something in her language before offering, “you go… you go….”

He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks.”

Her face became coy.

“Oh… you stay?…”

“What?! No, I do have to go…..!”

He shoved the door open as a claw closed around his wrist, and it seemed like she wouldn’t let him go as he attempted to pull himself clear, blowing her a few desperate kisses to placate her.

“You stay…”

“No, thank you, I need to..!… if you could just…”

She almost managed to pull him back in before he wriggled clear.

“Th-thank you.. no… NO!”

Begrudgingly she watched him as he fell out, landing on the concrete with a painful thud before rolling clear, bringing himself up on shaky legs, jogging a little from the car and dusting himself down.

“Jesus,” he muttered, ignoring how hard he’d been blowing her cock ten minutes ago, as she waved frantically from inside the compact vehicle. It was almost comical how small it looked on the outside.

He turned back, happy to be driving his own-

The space he had parked in the day previous was empty.

No car.

Oh crap.

He looked around, shell-shocked.

It should have been here.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he had left a roomful of delinquents and minor offenders early. Of course one would have been sneaky enough to steal a car if they noticed he had gone home early…. Hell it was probably Peach.

He thought about calling the police, and then realised that a cop had got him into this entire mess in the first place, and he didn’t want a horny cop bending him over the hood of her car, or worse, sending him to even more community service.

When he turned back, Patsy was still there watching with a morose look on her face.

He walked back and opened the car door.

“… One more stop?” he said sheepishly.

She cocked an eyebrow, and pulled up her dress, revealing the cock which had only just started going down, and was now inflating as if by magic.

‘Jesus does she not have some sort of off-switch?’

Zack sighed and nodded, massaging his jaw.

Patsy knew how to bargain.

***

Zack’s burp was so rank that his own eyes started watering, so brutally salty and tangy was the breath that came back into his nose.

“Oh jesus…”

He popped a bunch of the mints he had gotten at the gas station on the way (He had grimaced as the slurp of the gas pipe leaving the car was not unlike the slurps he had given for Patsy’s cock bulging his cheeks.)

Eventually they had made it to Mike?’s studio. Zack couldn’t stomach going home in case Peach was there

When he entered, he looked up at the cameras and waved.

“Hey man… Who was that woman in the car?”

“Huh? Which woman?”

“The one hanging around outside right now.”

Zack grunted.

‘Jesus, does she never stop?’

Starting to regret his decision to be her fucktoy for most of yesterday evening and this morning, Zack came up with the best excuse he could think of.

“Ah it’s a… a friend of my Mom’s.”

Mike peered at the screen.

“Dude… she’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah she’s… a little hot to handle.”

Mike inched a little closer to the screen.

“I wouldn’t mind handling her.”

“Well you sure have my blessing.”

“Yeah?”

“Dude, I’m serious, she’s…. she’s a lot…”

“Man, I’ll give anything a try.”

Zack muttered under his breath, “I doubt that,” before leaning in.

“Dude.. Mind if I chill here for a bit?”

“Sure man…. Want a bit of coffee?”

Zack winced as his asshole ached, quite thoroughly wrecked after last night.

“Ha…. Mind if we go stronger?”

“Not at all!”

He hurried to the fridge and grabbed two beers.

“So… hey, I think your Mom’s friend is coming in!”

Zack’s eyes widened, leaning over to stare at the monitor where Patsy was bustling from her car.

“Oh… shit…man could… could you talk to her??! Like show her a studio or something…”

“Yeah? Um.. sure… Hey, you don’t mind if I… hit on her do you?”

“Uh… sure whatever, just… let me hide here!”

“Alright man!”

He allowed Zack to jump inside just in time for the door to swing open, Zack huddling under the desk, just able to see the monitors where Patsy was now moving briskly towards the front desk.

“…Hello.”

“H.. hi there,” said Mike, “Would you uh… like to look around the studio?”

“Where he?”

“Huh? Uh.. Zack? I think Zack’s gone out the other entrance… can I help you?”

Her eyes peeled, and she looked Mike up and down, and her face became more appreciative as she took him in.

“Hmm.”

“Uh… can I.. show you a studio?”

Her demeanour began to become more appreciative, and Zack spied the eagerness on her face, even on the grainy computer screens.

“Da. You show me.”

Mike’s countenance seemed to inflate, becoming bolder as he gestured grandly with an outstretched hand, and was rewarded with a smile and a ????? accepting/submitting/

It seemed as if he couldn’t believe it, and he positively bounced to the first studio.

“Here we have….”

She ignored him, walking through the door and gazing around at the soundproofed walls.

The more she saw, the more curious she became.

“Music?”

“Uh… yes, that’s what we are here fo-“

“Why?”

He cocked his head as she pulled at the faded black padding on the wall.

“Ah could you not… that’s soundproofing.”

“…. Sound…”

“… Proofing, yes… so people don’t ah… so it makes less noise.”

“Hmm. I like noise.”

“Well, perfect then, what instrument do you play?”

“You have girlfriend?”

Patty seemed to be enjoying an entirely different conversation to the one Mike was having.

“Wuh?.. uh…”

Zack could just about see on the monitor what was happening, until the pair walked a little further in.

Curiosity got the better of him.

He crawled over and poked his head out of the booth where he could see Patsy walking into the centre of the room with Mike beside her.

“And what about..?”

She mimed a ring on her empty ring finger.

“Ah… no, no not married…”

Patsy’s expression grew hungry, and fear and excitement seemed to build in Zack’s belly as he saw all the warning signs begin to show, Mike painfully unaware of how her demeanour became more aggressive, too busy ogling her tits as fingers curled into claws, the woman stepping a little closer to him.

“…… And you say… no others here?”

Mike seemed to be disbelieving what was about to happen.

Zack could almost see the hamster in his brain scrambling in its wheel.

He was going to get laid… in his studio….

“Ah… sure.. but why don’t we close the door and we can….”

She put a soft, but firm hand on his wrist.

“If nobody here, no door close.”

Mike’s eyes popped to the booth, briefly looking at Zack who couldn’t look away.

“Ah… right… okay…..”

The two figures seemed caught in a moment of pure tension, almost painful to watch as Zack stared at Patsy’s ass, her glutes rippling as she adjusted slightly into a more aggressive posture.

Without a word, Patsy walked up to Mike, until she was looking down at him.

Mike seemed spellbound, eyes wide, and then she placed her arms around him. Mike didn’t even kiss back at first, so shocked was he by her viper-fast insertion of tongue into his throat, but then the air was filled with moans and squelches as they accustomed themselves to each other’s taste.

“MMMhhh!!”

“Mhhhphhh….”

Patsy seemed to be enjoying the kissing so much she was not even taking the time to escalate, smiling into the kiss, slobbering down Mike’s chin.

The man seemed so surprise at how sloppy and how wet it was that he was almost apologising.

“Mph.. Pllhlohhh sorry… MMMPH-!”

Patsy had spat fully into his mouth with a huge glob which landed on his tongue, and when she next slammed her muscle into his mouth, she did it with so much venom that it would have caused him to fall back if her arms hadn’t wrapped around him.

Mike moaned as he was manhandled like a human broomstick///, pushed and shoved off balance until she was mauling his mouth against the wall, then she was grabbing his neck and squeezing as he coughed, muttering something that only he could hear.

Mike whimpered.

Zack adjusted himself, his erection now pressed flat against the floor as Patsy grabbed Mike’s head and shoved it manfully into her large tits.

Mike moaned like he had been kicked nuts-first into heaven, now fully pressed against the heavy and intoxicating smell of Patsy’s tits, the woman knowing full well what she possessed and using it to her full advantage, shoving him so hard against the wall that Zack wasn’t certain whether Mike’s moan was pleasure or pain.

It was answer by Mike’s hands reaching out and violently grabbing Patsy’s buttcheeks, digging into them and actually creasing her dress in her cheeks so his fingers brushed close to her asshole, making her whimper in shock and delight.

“MMMooOOHhhh…. Strong boy…!”

Mike took that as a sign that apparently vigour was the correct approach, and he began to moan loudly into her tits, Zack realising the man must have been unleashing months, if not years, if pent-up lust.

As they wrestled, Patsy clearly powerful enough to snap him in half if necessary, Mike suddenly became rigid.

“Mphh!”

Zack tried to work out what was going on, and then he saw Patsy un-smother Mike with her tits, his face sweaty and red as he looked down in confusion at the thing resting on his thigh.

His eyes widened at the bulge which seemed to be inhumanly large.

“Oh…. Sorry… wh.. what is that…”

She grabbed it, and moaned a little as she squeezed it.

He looked up at her, fear in his gaze, his hands trembling.

“I… is that a….?”

She took his hand, gently, and Zack watched, entranced, as she led it to the bulge in her dress.

Mike’s whimper was of a cowed dog as he came into contact with it, his fingers receiving no instructions as they simply flopped against it.

Patsy’s eyes peeled, and she controlled them, wrapping his hand around the outside of the bulge, and squeezed his hand against it.

“Mmmhhh…”

Mike’s ears pricked at the sound of a woman being pleasured, the orgasmic little trill that ran up her body as he took in the full weight and magnificence of this mature woman, in the peak of her womanhood, dressed so plainly and yet so utterly sexy because she knew exactly what they both wanted, and how they were going to achieve it.

She let his hand go, and it stayed there on her bulge.

When he looked up, he was staring into eyes so full of fervour it felt like looking into molten lava, all the indecisions in his brain melting away.

Patsy was in control of this situation. She knew what she was doing.

Patsy’s expression became sly, and she pressed the bulge hard into Mike’s groin, and mimed putting her lips around a dick and sucking.

When Mike’s eyes went round, she flicked hers down to the meeting of their appendages, and then to his lips.

Apparently, her bargaining was still on point.

Mike looked like he was unable to move of his own free will, so Patsy assisted him by placing two hands around his shoulders, putting a ton of pressure into them which drove him to his knees.

“OOF!”

When he hit the floor his hands came to a begging position on her front, and she took advantage by grabbing his hands and sliding them firmly to the front of her dress.

Mike shivered as his hands came into contact with the throbbing erection, clothed though it was, and Zack watched, drawn in, unable to stop himself reaching for the front of his pants as his friend went through the same process in his head that he had.

Thinking that it wasn’t natural.

Feeling the strength of her.

Reasoning that she’s beautiful, and that it turns him on.

What would people think?

All the while the longer he held her bulge, the more he set himself on his knees, the closer his face got to it.

The smell would be wafting in his nostrils now.

Patsy had already let go of his hands, and now he was rubbing up and down the shaft… and fiddling with the hem of the dress.

She seemed to enjoy it the most when Mike was caught between stopping and letting himself go, having an internal battle that none but he could see, before he lifted up the dress, managing to free the bulge that was now being held back by nothing but a pair of ugly spanx??!?

As Patsy was walking out, sweat staining the front of her dress around her belly and under her breasts, breathing with such a satisfied air she seemed completely at peace.

Zack watched her on the monitor, and then the hairs on his neck rose as she paused at the entrance… and walked right up to the counter.

He willed himself to be silent, almost painfully aware of the woman standing above him.

“Thank you….. I keep him.”

(INSERT LATER)
Zack walked into the studio and was surprised to see Mike standing, looking rather dishevelled, leaning over the desk.

“Hey man… what’s…”

He paused upon seeing the woman standing behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder menacingly.

Patsy was smiling with the look of someone who had just won custody of their child and was now parading said child to their ex, her fingers tightening on Mike which made the man wince.

“.. Ah… hi Patsy.”

“His ass nice, huh?”

She grinned at him like she was showing off her new Porsche.

“Uh.. yes…”

She leaned over the man’s head, accenting/showing their height difference.

“He get fucked good last night.”

“A… Ah….”

Her other hand wound its way into his hair, and began to give a firm scalp massage.

Mike seemed to be getting turned on at the same time as being profusely embarrassed, his cheeks red, still not quite having caught his breath.

“Hey, Patty can we….. not in front of clients…”

Her grin became sick.

“I say what to talk….. hands off.”

He groused.

“P… Patty..”

She slapped his wrist.

“Staaaaannnndd….”

Her voice was laced with cruel eagerness, and Mike whimpered as he let his hands go… and his legs crumpled.

Patty caught him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as she pulled him back into the booth wheely chair which creaked ominously under her weight, almost crying out for help as Mike’s smaller frame joined her.

“Da… Blyshuk tibia lublue….”

“Uh…. Can… could we practice…?”

Patsy’s tone was sharp as she responded.

“No. We closed.”

“B-but the sign says.”

Patsy’s eyes flashed, and she ???????

“WE CLOSED.”

***

Peach flicked through the pictures of Jennie on her phone, her laptop sitting untouched in front of her.

‘Jennie is such a sexy little whore…’

On her knees, sucking the oozing slit of her pink helmet…. Legs in the air with her pussy distended, eyes wide….

“Hey.”

She jerked her head up, locking her phone.

“What.”

Zack had walked in, a look of intense dislike on his face, and she greeted him with a noticeable air of indifference.

“So… you’re fantasising about my sister.”

A smirk came across her lips as she thought about how she’d done a hell of a lot more than fantasise about it.

“Girl’s allowed to dream.”

“Well.. it’s sick.”

“Whatever.”

He looked down at the tent in her dress/jeans/etc., staring for a moment.

“Stand down bitch, I don’t need you yet,” said Peach.

Zack’s face went bright red.

“Oh, why, because jerking off to my sister is scratching the itch huh?”

Peach cocked her head, peeling her eyes.

“Are… are you jealous?”

His face became the colour of a stop sign.

“What?! NO, I am not…”

Peach grinned.

“Woooww…. I fucked you so good that you WANT my dick….”

“I-I don’t!”

Tears came to his face as he clenched his fists.

“Y.. you ruined EVERYTHING…”

Peach laughed.

‘No fucking way…. He really still wants to suck me off…’

“Hey, I’m not the liar here, you lied to your biker girlfriend… if you weren’t such a slut you’d have picked one of us, now you have no-one.”

“Well I pick her!!” he shouted, “a thousand times her!”

“Then why are you here,” sneered Peach.

“I… I don’t know!”

He turned and slammed the door.

***

Zack poked at the re-heated meatloaf sitting morosely in his bowl.

He had tried everything. He had called, texted… he didn’t have P on social media so couldn’t find any place she might be… she probably wouldn’t be in the park…. he didn’t even have her last name!

As it was, all he could think was that the next community service class would be the last chance he had to try and talk to her.

He sighed. Everything had gone wrong. All the secrets he had tried to keep from people….

“Honey!”

He jerked his head up as Mom walked into the kitchen, a light sweat on from her yoga.

“Hey.”

“What’s up… you look a little peaky!”

“Oh it’s….”

‘It’s nothing.’

“What?”

“It…”

‘Just say it’s nothing.’

“What?”

He took in a deep breath.

“… My car got stolen.”

“What?!”

Ava dropped her rolled up yoga mat on the floor.

“How?” “Where?”

“At the community service centre.”

“I’m sorry, the WHAT?!”

“I’ve been….”

Zack had to force the words out.

“… I’ve been doing community service.”

Ava’s face seemed to be trying to rearrange itself backwards.

“Zacky… you’ve been…”

A lump came to his throat.

“… I had to do…. Ten weeks/twelve weeks…. I didn’t want to tell you….”

“Why?”

A watery pressure was building in his eyes that he tried to hold back.

“I… I got arrested… and… and Peach isn’t really my girlfriend…. And..”

Ava’s mouth dropped open.

“… And I… I sucked her dick…,”

Ava wrapped him up before he could say any more.

“Shhhh…”

He collapsed, wrapping his arms around the warmth of his Mom. For some reason he could feel small trails working their way down his face.

They stayed there for a moment, the only sounds the air conditioning and their heartbeats.

When they broke, Zack was sniffling as Ava raised his chin with a caring tone, her own eyes welling up.

“Honey… you tell me everything okay?”

He nodded, wiping his face.

“Al... alright....”

***