Good Girl
Chapter 03: One of a kind.
The morning air in the Fenton household was still thick with the haze of sleep, punctuated only by the rhythmic hum of the Ghost Portal in the lab. Suddenly, a whirlwind of barely-clad energy burst into the kitchen. Jazz Fenton, clad only in a tight G-string that hugged her curvy hips and left little to the imagination, skidded to a halt, a magazine clutched tightly in her hand. Her breasts, full and perky from her latest growth spurt, bounced with the sudden movement, barely contained by her skimpy undergarment.
Maddie was at the kitchen table wearing her morning see-through nightgown, the sheer fabric doing more to emphasize her feminine figure than actually cover it. As she tinkered with another one of her inventions, her large round butt was clearly visible beneath the delicate gown. Jack Fenton was sitting next to his wife in just his tight white briefs, absently munching on a bowl of Froot Loops. His underwear left very little to the imagination, the outline of his package clearly visible to his children who were already used to such a display.
Meanwhile, Danny was in his black boxers showing off his slightly tone belly, spooning cereal into his mouth while staring at his older sister unimpressed. Stuffing another spoonful into his mouth, he rolled his eyes at the view, his gaze traveling over her form-hugging G-string, the thin strap of fabric nearly lost between her large, rounded buttocks that wiggled with each movement.
" Oh my gosh, they said yes!" Jazz declared while hugging the magazine.
Jazz's eyes, usually a calm blue, now blazed with a vibrant mix of excitement and triumph. A wide, genuine smile stretched across her face, highlighting the slight dimple on her left cheek. She held the magazine aloft, almost reverently, as if it were a precious artifact. The cover boldly proclaimed "Genius" in sharp, stylized lettering, the word practically radiating importance. Danny, leaning against the table with a faint smile playing on his lips, watched his sister's infectious exuberance. He noticed the way her large full breasts moved with each jump, a natural consequence of her lively movement.
"Well, who said yes? The person you asked if you were a conceited snob?" Danny asked in a mocking voice.
"No, Genius Magazine said yes! They got my letter and want to put mom on the cover!"- Jazz said before she shrieks excitedly.
"Genius Magazine?"- Maddie said as she put down her screwdriver.
"Genius Magazine?! Is it the swimsuit issue?"- Jack Fenton interjected as he took the magazine off his wife's hands and star at it.
"Uh, yes, Dad, Genius Magazine is for sexy women geniuses, by sexy women geniuses, and about sexy women geniuses."- Jazz added with her classic now it all attitude.
"So, it is the swimsuit issue."- Danny frowns as he points at the magazine. "Oh, nice! Mom's gonna be in the swimsuit issue?!" the teen declared with glee.
"It is the swimsuit edition! But it is the perfect magazine to show that I have normal parents instead of a couple of ghost-hunting freaks."- Jazz declared while holding back the magazine.
The redhead let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, rolling her eyes skyward as her father with his usual boisterous enthusiasm, unveiled his latest creation: the Ghost Gabber. This contraption, a mishmash of wires, flashing lights, and a heavy-duty metal box, looked like something a mad scientist might use to communicate with particularly stubborn toasters. The device was advertised to translate the ethereal groans and whispers of ghosts into clear, understandable human speech, something Jack was particularly eager to achieve. He held it up like a prized trophy, his face split in a wide, almost manic grin.
""Danny! Speak up, son! Let's give this baby a try!"- Jack said putting the device mere inches away from his son's face.
"Uh, uh...boo?"- Danny said.
"I am a ghost. Fear me"- the gadget said with a female voice.
Jack's face, which had been beaming moments before with the manic energy of a triumphant inventor, suddenly crumpled. His wide grin sagged, his cheeks losing their rosy flush, and the sparkle in his eyes dimmed. His initial excitement, the fervent anticipation that had vibrated through the room, now wilted like a neglected houseplant left to bake in summer sun. He ran a frustrated hand through his already disheveled hair, his fingers scratching at his scalp in a gesture of utter bewilderment. His normally alert expression had morphed into a picture of dejected genius. The contraption before him clearly needed more tinkering, more refinement.
he practically threw his backpack over his shoulders, the straps biting into his skin, dragging him down, down, down. He didn't need to say anything. A rushed, mumbled, "I'd better get to school," was all he managed before he bolted for the door, his heart pounding in his chest like a sledgehammer.
Outside, the chilled autumn air bit at his exposed legs and torso, but he barely registered the cold as he sprinted down the sidewalk, his bare feet slapping against the rough concrete. The laughter of the pedestrians made him realize he was wearing nothing more than his faded blue boxers. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and he scrambled back inside the house, diving into his bedroom in search of clothes.
Jazz, leaning against the kitchen counter, a half-eaten piece of toast in her hand, sighed a long, drawn-out expulsion of breath that seemed to carry the weight of countless similar mornings. She looked at the magazine in her hand already envisioning her mother on the cover holding some lab equipment, no longer the ghost obsessed-freak but a true and respected scientist.
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Later that evening at the vice-principal's office, Jazz knelt obediently under Mister Lancer's desk as he graded tests, his thick cock once again steadily disappearing into her eager mouth. The educator's manhood was truly massive, just as she remembered from their previous encounters, her tongue wrapped around the meat rod as her head bobbed up and down his impressive length, slurping sounds filled the quiet office. She was able to take most of the "ruler" into her throat which made her feel usually proud of herself.
"Miss Fenton, I have to tell you, your brother Danny is on the edge of failing my class," Mister Lancer said with a sigh, stroking her hair affectionately. "That last biology test, well, he barely managed to scrape by with a D-minus. I'm afraid his poor academic performance could reflect poorly on your mother when that interviewer from Genius Magazine comes to profile her. The press is sure to look into the whole family."- Lancer said as he recalled how Jazz bragged about the upcoming interview with said magazine.
Jazz frowned around the thick shaft stretching her lips, she then sucked Mr. Lancer with extra gusto as she fretted over Danny's grades. The young teen skillfully milked his cock, cheeks hollowing as she deep throated him, determined to please, she had practice much in the last few days and her skills had increased greatly. Having honed her oral talents, she knew just how to tease the overweight man. Her tongue tickled along the underside as she pulled back, until just the swollen head remained between her glossy lips. She fluttered her lashes up at him coyly.
"I'll think of something, Mr. Lancer. Please, tell me what I can do to help," Jazz purred. "I'd do anything for my little brother." Her plump rump wiggled enticingly beneath her tight jeans as she sucked him off with extra attention, focused on bringing him pleasure.
Mr. Lancer groaned, savoring the feel of her hot mouth engulfing him. The educator had grown quite fond of Jazz's naughty antics and the sight of her full cheeks stretched around his cock. The man had an idea of how to help Danny which enticed the busty teen to doubled her efforts, her movements becoming faster and more intense. She took him to the hilt, his cock-head kissing the back of her throat. Moaning lustfully, she massaged his heavy balls and stroked what she couldn't swallow. Mr. Lancer gasped and grunted, eyes rolling back as his climax built.
"Fuck, just like that! Swallow it all like a good girl."- the man commanded.
"MMMM!" Jazz hummed in delight as thick spurts of cum flooded her mouth, pumping directly down her greedy gullet.
She gulped it down eagerly, making sure not a drop leaked out. Finally, Mr. Lancer's orgasm subsided and she released him with a satisfied smack of her lips. Panting lightly, the pretty student looked up at him with a coy smile. Breathing heavily as she looked at the print her lipstick left behind.
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In the comfortably worn living room, Maddie lounged in a tiny string bikini that left little to the imagination, her ample curves straining against the delicate fabric. Next to her, Jack looked like he had been poured into his skin-tight orange swim trunks, his muscular physique on full display. Across from them, Connie perched primly on the single couch, dressed "conservatively" in a sling bikini. The esteemed journalist from Genius Magazine held a sleek silver tape recorder aloft, its microphone pointed toward the trio on the couch.
Jazz practically vibrated with excitement, her young breasts jiggling with barely contained glee in her skimpy thong swimsuit as she watched the scene unfold. This moment felt like a dream realized her mother was going to be featured in the coveted Genius Magazine swimsuit edition. The theme this month was "Big Breasts Don't Equal Big Brains, Or Do They", and Maddie's stunning figure and sharp intellect made her the perfect subject. Connie cleared her throat, her eyes flicking briefly over Maddie's bikini-clad form before meeting her gaze with a professional nod.
"A few more questions, Maddie. Can you tell our readers what you're working on now?" the journalist asked.
"Well, it's called the Ghost Gabber, and—" Jack tried to answered by was elbowed by Jazz in the ribs.
"She's actually working on a new self-adjustable dildo perfect for the working women who don't have the time for dating."- Jazz produced the green colored dildo and show how it change its form. "Plus, it has a self-generating energy source. She's an amazing, intelligent woman who's about to change the world.
"Connie, that is a very important development but my primary focus these days is ghost hunting."- Maddie replied very confident in herself.
"Um, forgive me. Did you say ghost hunting?"- Connie asked puzzled.
A sigh, heavy with a weight unsaid, escaped Jazz's lips. It was quickly swallowed by the sharp sound of the front door being thrust open, ushering everyone's attention to Danny, Tucker, and Sam. Danny's appearance was jarring. The bags under his eyes were dark and prominent, hinting at a sleeplessness that went beyond simply staying up too late. He moved with a kind of detached exhaustion, not a word or acknowledging glance given as he turned away from the gathering and made his way with deliberate sluggishness to the stairs.
"Danny, look at you! I'm not sure I like this overnight zoo research."- Maddie said with a concern voice.
"Mom, come on. We're just a bunch of kids. In the zoo. At night. Alone."- Danny explained as everyone looked at him. "We'll be in my room."- the trio then rushed upstairs.
"We'll be in my room. Fear me."- The ghost gabbler intervened.
"Give me that!"- Jazz takes the Ghost Gabber and hides it under a pillow.
Jazz tries to steer the conversation away from the ghost topics as her brother and his friends vanished into the upper floor, she already had enough with her dad constantly trying to include ghosts and other paranormal things into the conversation. Jazz continues to explain that her mother is doing more than just researching ghosts, its more like a hobby. Jazz then shows her cellphone and tells Connie that Maddie had actually developed an innovative new smartphone app.
"My Mom has been working on an app that warns women about the location of small dick creeps they might encounter, while simultaneously pointing out where all the big-dick studs are hanging out. It's designed to make it easier for ladies to hook up with well-endowed men at nightclubs and bars," Jazz elaborates enthusiastically.
Connie looks intrigued by innovative app and wonders when it is expected to hit the market for public use. Her eyes light up with interest. Maddie chimes in to fill in more details. "The app was originally designed to track down ghostly activity, believe it or not. But I realized it could be adapted to track a different kind of...specter, for lack of a better term," she says with a giggle.
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Suddenly, Maddie's interview with Connie was ripped apart by a series of sharp, violent sounds erupting from Danny's room. This wasn't the typical teenage angst; it was a terrifying, chaotic outburst. The distinct cracks, so reminiscent of gunshots, were followed by a relentless barrage of objects crashing and shattering against the walls. The very foundations of the house seemed to tremble with this violent eruption. The unsettling sounds reverberated through the Fenton household, sending shivers down Connie's spine and shattering their fragile attempt at normalcy.
"Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!"- Jack suddenly stood up screaming like a madman.
The man grabbed his signature ghost-hunting ecto-rifle from seemingly nowhere, ready for a fight. Connie watched with awe as the weapon power up. Tucker practically flew down the stairs, his normally cheerful face contorted with a strange mix of fear and desperation. He didn't even bother stopping to catch his breath.
"Tucker, get down! There's a ghost in the house."- Maddie declared.
"Actually, there's two… much homework to be done for there to be a ghost here."- Tucker said while moving towards the kitchen. ""We need…soda! Lots and lots of soda!"- he added before sprinting away.
"What is going on up there?!"- Jazz yelled trying to stay calm.
"Uh, lifting weights?"- Tucker replied from the kitchen.
A jarring, sudden crash echoed from the kitchen, the sound like splintering wood and shattering ceramic. It ripped through the tense quiet of the Fenton home, instantly drawing the attention of the entire as well as Connie. They exchanged bewildered glances, a mixture of concern and apprehension etched on their faces. With cautious steps, they moved toward the source of the commotion, their footsteps muffled on the living room rug. The sight that greeted them was perplexing. Tucker Foley stood amidst the debris, the mangled remains of the kitchen table scattered at his feet.
His face was a mask of awkward embarrassment, but that quickly shifted as he struck a ridiculous karate pose, hands held in clumsy fists, feet splayed wide. A few seconds hung in the air; a silence punctuated only by the drip of some spilled liquid. Before anyone could utter a word, a question, or even a sigh, the house was rocked by a second, even more violent crash from the upper floor, the sound like something heavy being hurled against the ceiling.
"What's going on?"- Connie asked looking at the stairs.
Jazz followed close behind Connie, clipping her heels together as she marched tried to prevent the journalist from going to the upper floor. The redhead pull out her cellphone, the inappropriate app flashing its crude finding, waving the phone screen in the reporter's face but failed to catch her attention, she then used the Fenton brand dildo and waved it in front of Connie, using the adjustable size configuration but still didn't seemed to catch her attention.
Connie confidently walked down the hallway, muffled grunts and cries echoed as they approached Danny's room, followed by the sounds of crashing objects, it sounded almost like a fight. Connie paused, brow furrowed, but reached for the knob regardless. Before she could throw it open, Jack Fenton himself knocked loudly on the door with his big, meaty hand.
"Danny, where are you? Somebody here wants to meet you."- Maddie spoke just as her husband open the door. "Danny, this is Connie, from Genius Magazine."- Maddie fell silent.
Jack yanked the bedroom door open with more force than necessary. The hinges groaned in protest, a stark counterpoint to the silence he'd expected. Instead, his eyes were assaulted by a scene that instantly short-circuited his brain. There, sprawled across his rumpled bed, was Danny on top of his friend Sam. The goth's usually pristine black checkered skirt was hiked up exposing her bare, surprisingly pale buttocks. She lay flat on her back, her head near the edge of the mattress, her legs bent and draped over Danny's shoulders.
Danny himself was half naked, his shirt long gone and his jeans pushed down around his pale thighs, the waistband of his underwear still perched around his hips. The air felt thick, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with anger. The room itself was a disaster, clothes strewn across the floor, textbooks splayed open like fallen soldiers, empty chip bags crumpled into balls. It screamed of hurried, interrupted activity. Jack felt a blush creeping up his neck, shame and confusion warring within him. All four watched with awe, Jazz kept her phone aim towards her younger brother.
"Big dick alert! There's a hot stud in front of you"- Jazz's phone alerted.
"Don't you people ever knock?"- Danny yelled as he leaps off his friend and slammed the door.
"You better be using protection, young man."- Maddie yelled but didn't open the door while Jazz muttered about murdering her brother.
"Brooding? Messy? Reclusive? Sexually aggressive? Now those are the signs of a true genius. Oh! If only he were a woman."- Connie declared.
"Alert! Alert! Small dick creep near you!"- the phone once more alerted. "Initiate evasive maneuvers!"- the phone started blaring an alarm. Jazz noticed it was aiming at Tucker.
"Hey, I'm regular size."- The teen replied.
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The following day dawned bright and deceptively normal. The sun beat down on the cracked asphalt of the track field, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant rumble of students. Jazz found her gaze drawn to the grates that lined one side of the field. There, perched like a trio of urban gargoyles, sat Danny flanked by his two weird friends. Jazz let out a quiet sigh, the sound of exasperation barely audible. Choosing to avoid the potentially messy situation, she veered off the track and headed towards a sprawling oak tree that offered a generous patch of shade. She settled down on the soft grass, carefully unwrapping her lunch, a perfectly balanced salad.
The awkwardness of the previous evening still hung heavy in the air, a sticky, uncomfortable weight. The image of Danny, half-naked and tangled with Sam on the bed, flashed through her mind, making her cheeks flush. She was worried that Connie might have gotten the wrong impression of her family would skip them for the Magazine cover. She took a large bite of her salad, trying to push the memory away.
Just as she was starting to find a sliver of peace, a shadow fell over her. A familiar, slightly deep voice cut through the quiet. Jazz looked up at the fat figure in front of her. she was faced with the slightly balding figure of Vice-Principal Lancer. She swore the man possessed the uncanny ability to appear out of thin air, like some kind of bureaucratic specter. He's like a ghost, always lurking and appearing out of nowhere. Lancer, his tie slightly askew and his glasses perched on the end of his nose, launched into his usual overly formal tone.
"I've devised a solution to help circumvent Danny's… shortcomings." Lancer punctuated the word with a subtle, almost predatory smile. Jazz's eyebrows furrowed. Lancer looked far too pleased with himself. "I would like to you to meet me tonight… at Amity Park… after dark."
Jazz frowns at Lancer's request, her brow furrowing in consternation. She can practically see the devious wheels turning in his head, no doubt concocting some kind of twisted, depraved scheme. The man has a sick imagination, there's no denying that. Still, Jazz knows it's generally easier in the long run to just give Lancer what he wants, especially when it comes to his insatiable sexual appetites. Sucking his massive cock in the office is a far more palatable option than whatever depraved act he has planned for tonight.
She makes a mental note to swing by her dad's workshop and bring a Fenton brand taser, juiced up with a hefty 500,000 volts of pure, unadulterated ectoplasmic energy, could prove useful if things take a turn for the worse this evening. She knew Lancer wouldn't try anything too weird but one never knows when a little extra anti-ghost technology might come in handy. Jazz isn't naive enough to think it'll be a pleasant walk around the park after dark.
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The sun, a molten orange orb, began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of violet and rose. Jazz's footsteps were light on the cracked pavement as she made her way towards the park. A familiar unease settled in her stomach, not from fear, but from the sheer absurdity of the situation. The Park, usually bustling with children and dog walkers, was eerily deserted. The hushed stillness was a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of laughter and barking. It was the kind of quiet that fueled the local rumors, the whispers of hauntings and the more outlandish stories of gigantic wolves that supposedly roamed its shadowed paths. Jazz, ever the pragmatist, found the wolf rumors and ghost sightings particularly ridiculous, yet she couldn't deny the slight tingle of curiosity that danced beneath her veneer of logic.
As she rounded a cluster of ancient oak trees, she spotted him. Lancer. He was leaning against the hood of his beat-up, vintage car, which looked even more out of place in the deserted park, and his outfit…well, it was a spectacle. A safari outfit, complete with khaki shorts, a button-down shirt with far too many pockets, and, crowning it all, a ridiculous pith helmet. Jazz felt a wave of second-hand embarrassment wash over her, a blush creeping up her neck. Why Lancer, why? She frowned at the sight of a bulky camera, perched on a tripod, its lens gleaming like a watchful eye. This was going to be worse than she thought.
"Mister Lancer!"- she called out, trying to keep the exasperation from her tone.
"Jazz! You made it!" Lancer adjusted his pith helmet with a flourish. "Tonight, we embark on an expedition!" He gave a wide, almost manic grin spreading across his face.
"An expedition?" Jazz raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the madness. "What kind of expedition? Are we going bird watching?" She gestured at the empty branches overhead.
Lancer's smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in his eyes which made the redhead feel most uneasy. He ignored her suggestions and instead reached into a bag slung over his shoulder, pulling out something that made Jazz's heart sink: a fox mask. It was a masquerade with orange fur outline, something more proper for a Victorian era ball than at the park. He tossed it to her, the mask landing with a soft thud in her hands. Jazz stared at the mask, then at Lancer, her silence was proof to her bewilderment.
"You're kidding, right?" she finally managed, her voice laced with disbelief. She held the mask as if it were a venomous viper and not just a plastic disguise. Lancer chuckled, shaking his head
"Nope!"- the overweight teacher leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Tonight, we become one with nature. We tap into the primal energy of the park, become the very creatures that roam its shadows. It's all going to be captured in my nature documentary."
"Just say it. Tell me, explicitly, what you want me to do," she demanded, her arms crossed tightly across her large chest. Jazz sighed, the weight of his utterly ridiculous request settling upon her. She knew what he wanted. She knew where this was going. Her voice was firm, yet with a very small, barely there, hint of playfulness. She was starting to get the tiniest bit excited for this.
Moments later, Jazz found herself on all fours, the cool, damp grass touching her warm skin. The fox mask, now secured on her face, felt both absurd and strangely freeing. She was naked, save for the mask, her skin prickling with a combination of cold air and sheer, unadulterated mortification. She lowered her head, inhaling the earthy scent of the park, and, against every fiber of her rational being, began to sniff the ground. Her hands dug into the dirt, and she started to move, low to the ground, a predator on the hunt.
She was acting, pretending, but the further she went the more of a predator she felt. It was utterly, completely, mind-bogglingly embarrassing. This was probably the most humiliating moment of her life; she was sure of it. And yet… as she moved through the grass, as she felt the muscles in her legs engage, a huge wave of excitement, even adventure, began to build within her. Lancer licks his lips upon seeing the redhead's cunt was starting to drip with her love juice. This was, she had to admit, surprisingly thrilling. The line between embarrassment and exhilaration was becoming increasingly blurred, and deep down, Jazz knew she was starting to enjoy the sheer madness of it all.
"You brother isn't the only one studying the wild life."- Lancer sneered earning Jazz's middle finger.
The overweight teacher could feel his cock hardening as he openly ogled Jazz's naked, round, ample butt. Her pink asshole was winking at Lancer, inviting him. His eyes roved hungrily over her curves, a realization suddenly struck him like a freight train derailing in his brain, something was missing from her costume or lack of. Jazz let out a low growl as the teacher tossed her a pair of fox paw-shaped gloves and slippers. But it was the tail accessory that made her glare daggers at Lancer. The unwelcome sight of the conical tip. Though she'd never actually used such a device, Jazz knew exactly what it was, an anal plug.
Lancer smirked in satisfaction, his erection now straining painfully against his shorts. Jazz begrudgingly worked the "tail" into her tight rear entrance, then donned the paw accessories before continuing her erotic fox act for the teacher's camera in the grass. She rolled around seductively; bushy tail tucked between her legs. Jazz had no idea how foxes acted nor care to, she just wanted this madness to be over.
"Do keep in mind," Jazz panted at Lancer between lusty moans, "if this footage ever sees the light of day, I won't be the one facing consequences. That'll be on you."- Jazz reminded her old teacher.
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Jazz crawled through the grass on her hands and knees, red hair bouncing with each movement. She felt vulnerable, completely exposed and naked under the moonlight but oddly excited. The cool night air caressed her bare skin as she inched along, aware that there was no one else around in the park, even though it was still relatively early. Yet she still had an uneasy feeling that a late-night runner would stumble upon her and catch an eyeful of the lewd display.
This was a first for the young teen being outdoors in the nude, much less with a butt-plug stretching her rear hole. The sensation of the toy buried inside her was foreign and naughty, the fox tail attached twitching with her every crawl. She had never even considered such a thing before, let alone imagined acting out this scenario. But here she was, fox mask on her face, playing a role for the camera as Lancer filmed from behind. He narrated as if making a nature documentary, voice calm and professional despite the erotic scene unfolding. Talking as if she were some animal in heat.
"Crawling through her natural habitat, the vixen searches for prey under the cover of darkness. Her reddish fur glistens in the moon's glow."
Jazz, confidently and with a hint of playfulness, rolled over onto her back, presenting herself to the camera. She could hear the sound of the camera lens zooming in on her most private and sensitive areas. A cool breeze from the night air gently caressed her exposed breasts as she arched her back, creating an alluring and captivating scene for the camera. The feeling of the plug shifting inside of her, sent ripples of pleasure and sparks of excitement surging through her body. Her legs, already wet and glistening, stretched wide apart, revealing her inviting and moistened vagina. Jazz continued to maintain her alluring posture, allowing the camera to capture and document every inch of her exposed body, while putting on a tasteful and arousing display.
"Ah, what have we here? The vixen in heat, displaying her fertile body for potential mates. Quite the brazen display." Lancer continued his commentary, circling around for different angles. "Her sleek body undulates sensually, drawing in any male in the area. Though none remain to witness this gratuitous act." He knelt beside Jazz, camera focusing on her face and perky breasts.
She panted lightly, feeling the plug work its magic, getting her worked up in the open air. Who knew being lewd in nature could be so thrilling? The risk of discovery only heightened her arousal. Soon she would have an audience much larger than Lancer's camera. The thought made her clench around the toy.
"This is so degrading."- Jazz muttered but couldn't help and yet was having a trill.
Lancer's fingers brushed against the worn fabric of his khaki shorts, a familiar gesture before the impulsive act that followed. With a sudden, almost theatrical flourish, he tugged them down, the material bunching at his ankles to reveal the impressive length and girth of his erect penis. His cock stood proud and thick, a blatant display of his arousal. Jazz Fenton, initially startled by the abrupt reveal, found her eyes drawn to the imposing sight. A slow, involuntary slide of her tongue across her bottom lip betrayed her captivated attention. Her gaze then traveled lower, noticing the intricate, vibrant tattoo inked onto the shaft. It was a striking splash of color against his skin, the words of some forgotten or perhaps newly invented rule swirling around the base of his erection.
The redhead's gloved hand, part of her playful fox masquerade, subtly adjusted the delicate mask. This small movement allowed her to lean forward, her breath catching slightly in her throat as she approached her intended target. With a deliberate slowness that heightened the anticipation, she opened her mouth and began to take him in. The sheer size of him was evident as her lips stretched, accommodating his considerable circumference.
"The slutty vixen found her prey and is ready to attack"- Lancer said while aiming the camera at Jazz.
But then, a moment of surprise rippled across Lancer's face. He hadn't expected such enthusiastic commitment. Jazz continued, her throat flexing with a practiced ease, drawing him further and further in. To his utter astonishment, she managed to deepthroat him completely, taking all thirty centimeters of his engorged length down her eager throat. Jazz's focus was unwavering. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she worked, the muscles in her neck contracting with each deliberate movement.
Her tongue, a warm, wet muscle, danced and swirled around the veiny skin of his shaft, exploring every curve and vein. The cool whisper of the wind or the prickle of the grass beneath her knees seemed inconsequential, mere background sensations to the intense pleasure she was both giving and receiving. Her entire being was concentrated on the sensation of his thick flesh filling her mouth. Jazz slowly turned her head, her plump lips wrapped around Lancer's girthy shaft, and caught sight of a pair of curious faces peeking out from behind some nearby bushes.
"Holy Shit!"- Jazz mentally screamed as she looked at the voyeurs. "Relax, just act normal and finish suck on this huge, fat cock."- Jazz concluded.
A smug grin spread across her face as she realized they were a group of young voyeurs, likely no older than her kid brother. Rather than stopping or running away embarrassed, Jazz decided to put on a little show. She bobbed her head up and down Lancer's hefty cock, slurping and sucking noisily as strands of saliva dripped down her chin and onto her ample tits. The pimply-faced boys crept closer, eyes glued to Jazz's naked body, mouths agape. They'd never seen a real live naked girl before, let alone one actively giving a blowjob right in front of them.
"Fuck dude, look at the size of those tits!" one whispered loudly, not realizing Jazz could hear. "And that ass, holy shit!" Jazz smirked around Lancer's cock, continuing to deepthroat him despite her audience. She pulled back to catch her breath, letting his slick dick flop out.
"Like what you see, boys?" she purred, fondling her heavy breasts. "Jealous you don't have a cock this big?"
The four teenage boys huddled behind the bushes, came out from their hiding spot and watched as the veiny cock disappeared between Jazz's luscious lips with each bobbing motion of her head. The boys gulped audibly, eyes glued to the spectacle, unable to believe their luck. This was no grainy, low-quality video flickering on a phone screen, stashed away to be feverishly watched in the secrecy of a bedroom late at night. No, this was real life, happening right in front of them. Not even their best porn video could begin to compare to this.
"F-fuck, look at the size of her tits..." one of the boys muttered, his voice barely a whisper.
The others nodded in awe, but suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable as they shifted their weight from foot to foot, their pants feeling tighter with each passing second. Their eyes soon settled on Lancer's massive cock, they knew they couldn't even begin to compare to his length and girth. The lustful moaning made the teens aroused as they saw how Jazz polished his cock with her tongue. Unable to resist any longer, one of the teens tugged his shorts down, freeing his own dick. It sprung out, already glistening at the tip.
"This is way too hot"- the boy declared as he started to jerk off.
The others hastened to follow suit, a soft rustling as zippers were tugged down and cotton slid over excited flesh. They pumped their fists up and down, imagining how good it would feel to sink into the girl's voluptuous body, to grip her large, bouncy tits and spank her plump ass. But they kept their distance, too much of a chicken to approach, all too aware of their own mediocre sizes in comparison but that didn't stop them from jerking off.
One of the teens dropped to the floor and couldn't tear his eyes away from Jazz's naked butt. It was truly amazing, full, round, and perky. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. He imagined running his hands over those supple curves, kneading and caressing her firm buttocks. His cock throbbed as his gaze lingered on her most intimate area. The other three boys watched wide-eyed as their buddy blatantly jerked off, stroking himself with long, slow pulls. No one said a word, too shocked and aroused by the live sex show unfolding before them.
Jazz was fully in the zone now, slurping and sucking on Lancer's impressive manhood with gusto. Drool ran down her chin as she took him deep, nose pressed to his pelvis. His heavy balls slapped against her spit-slicked chin with each bob of her head. The teen on the floor let out a soft groan, picking up the pace. He pictured shoving his own dick into those lush ass cheeks, and making her moan like a whore. The mental image was too much and he exploded, spunking all over his fist and the grass. His friends stared in awe, two of them fisting their own cocks.
"Maybe, I should help them?"- Jazz thought as she stretch her hand out.
Suddenly, the man let out a guttural groan, his back arching. His hands flew to the girl's head, fingers sinking into her hair as he held her in place. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, coating her throat with his thick baby-making batter. The sight was too much, the boys grunted and moaned, pumping their dicks faster, lost in a haze of pleasure. Strings of pearly seed painted across her skin as they found their own release, shamelessly covering her in their cum. The teens were puffing as they recover, never had they cum so hard before.
"What in the hell is going on here?!"- an voice filled with authority broke the silence.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, the boys scrambled to gather their clothes, bolting away in a flurry of panicked motion. The girl quickly gulped down the load still in her mouth before darting away with Lancer running as fast as he could close behind her. They disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a puddle of mixed fluids seeping into the grass.
XXXX
The late afternoon sun, filtered through the slightly dusty windows, cast long shadows across the living room. Jazz was sprawled luxuriously on her stomach across the worn, grey couch, completely absorbed in her reading. The worn fabric of the cushions conformed to her shape as she rested, seemingly oblivious to anything else. Her bare back, save for the thin straps of a black tank top, curved gently above the low-riding waistband of a black G-string. Fingers trailed across the slightly worn cover of the book nestled between her hands: "Surviving Adolescence Through Therapy."
The quiet rustle of turning pages was the only sound in the room until the front door burst open. Danny shuffled in, his usual buoyant energy noticeably absent. His shoulders were slumped slightly, and a frown tugged at the corner of his lips. He looked like a storm cloud had settled directly above his head. Without preamble, he launched into his tale of academic woe.
"You won't believe this, Jazz. Lancer only bumped my grade up to a lousy C. A motherfucking C! After I risked my life in that gorilla cage!"- Danny declared with deep frustration in his voice. "I discovered the rare purple back gorilla was a girl, no one had the balls to check if she was a girl or a boy."- the teen continued.
Danny's disappointment wasn't a quiet simmer; it was a visible eruption. He punctuated his frustration by propelling his hand as he flung a thick, glossy edition of Genius Magazine. The magazine, slick and vibrant, skidded across the surface of the coffee table, Jazz leaned forward, a slow smile spreading across her face. Her gaze locked onto the image plastered on the cover: a brightly lit, slightly cheesy photo of Danny positioned squarely between his parents. Both were beaming, their smiles radiating an almost unsettling level of enthusiasm. But it was their mom who drew the eye. She was clad in a microscopic excuse for swimwear, a daring micro bikini that showcased an astonishing amount of skin, leaving nothing to the imagination and prompting a silent wince from her son, no doubt.
"Well, maybe next time instead of facing potential primate peril, you could try the library? Just a thought"- Jazz replied as she took the magazine and started looking at the pages with a smirk.
Just as the tension in the room began to dissipate, the kitchen door swung inward, and Maddie Fenton bustled in, her apron and perpetual skintight hazmat suit dusted with flour. Her expression was a mixture of concern and slight annoyance as she held a piece of paper that her next door neighbor just handed to her.
"You two will not believe what I just heard," Maddie announced, her voice carrying the weight of community gossip. "Apparently, the neighborhood watch got a report just now. Seems there's a… shall we say… exhibitionist couple in the park, some pervy couple was doing lewd things last night."- Maddie continued.
"Crazy what people do"- Jazz replied as she started to the magazine.
To be continued.