Chapter 1 - The usual hustle

His mother was saying something, but he was so tired it all came across as a fuzzy drone. He pushed some of the rice on his plate around with his fork when suddenly she walked over from the sink, and put her hand down on the table, 

“Hello, Earth to Nick!” 

He looked up and blinked, still groggy, “What- Yeah sorry, I got it.” Though he hadn’t heard exactly what she said they’d had this same exchange numerous times before. 

His mother threw her purse over her shoulder, “You’re sure? Rent’s due in like four days will you be able to have three hundred dollars to throw in by then? I need to know now if not so I can schedule extra shifts at the hospital.” 

He nodded, “Yeah I get my paycheck today. I can definitely get you three hundred by then.” 

His mother pinned her name tag to the breast pocket of her scrubs, and tied her hair back in a ponytail. “Alright, Thanks hon. I gotta get going my bus is going to be here any minute. Hey if got any cash left over after I pick up the groceries this saturday you want to order a pizza or something?” 

Nick smiled, “Oh snap! Yeah totally with extra pineapple!” 

She cringed, “Ugh god- are you even really my son!?” She said before heading for the door. 

She was about to leave when he called out sarcastically, “And anchovies too- they’re best together.” 

“EW BYE!” She yelled before closing the door behind her. 

He chucked to himself before shoving a fried egg in his mouth and tucking the rest of the rice into some tupperware for lunch.  He supposed he was pretty lucky to have a good relationship with his mom. Most of his friends didn't get along with their parents. Then again most of his friends were rich compared to he, and his mom. She was sixteen when she had him, despite that managed to get her GED, finish college, and even nursing school. So even though it was just the two of them, and getting by was often a struggle, they had always had each others backs. Nick had been working little side jobs to help his mom out whenever he could. She always insisted he didn’t have to, and that school was more important, but he did anyway. He maintained a solid GPA all the while too, which assured her a great deal. 

The only thing was Nick wasn’t being totally honest when he mentioned he was getting his next paycheck that day. In fact he didn’t even have a “real job” anymore, but it was better his mother didn’t know that. He had no doubt she’d object to his new line of work. Still in spite of that he was certain he had money in the pipeline. With that in mind he headed off to school. 

He ran up to his room and shoved his books, and binder into his backpack before getting into his uniform. He used to not like the uniform but he didn’t own a ton of clothes, and his friends who went to schools without them mentioned how people often got bullied for wearing the wrong clothes, or anything that looked even remotely old or, unfashionable. In all it wasn’t much to look at, khaki slacks, a white button up with the school logal on the pocket, black oxford shoes, and a sweater with. “OXO technical school,” on it and a thin black tie. Most people said the tie was a pain in the ass but he kinda liked it. He stopped and looked in his bedroom mirror to fix his hair. It was a little unkempt, down past his ears, and a dirty blond look. He had high cheekbones, and peachy skin, and was in good shape from running track. People said he looked sort of like a straight laced surfer, which he didn’t mind either. Once he was prepped and ready he got all his things and headed down to the bus stop. 

The school was across town, about a thirty minute drive. That part of the city was all posh and glittery, nothing like the drab little suburb he called home. When he got off he instantly encountered a couple of familiar faces- and so began his daily hustle. 
“Heeeeey Nick, Wassup duuuude!” Said Chad, a towering crewcut football jock in a letterman jacket. He nudged the other athlete beside him, Bobby, who jumped and turned taking notice of nick, “Oh hey bro! What’s good!? You got our papers man? They’re due today!?” the other pug nosed footballer said, while struggling to hide the urgency in his voice.

Nick made a face, “You kidding? Of course.” He said before opening his bag had handing over a paper to each of them.

“The significance of the gettysburg address… Sweet yeah this’ll definitely get Barnes off my ass.” Chad muttered, his deep voice slow and boarish. The pug nose one didn’t even bother reading it before tucking it into his bag. 

“No problem.” Nick replied. After he said that though he stood there with his hands in his pockets looking at them calmly. Once a long moment passed he raised his eyebrows expectantly, punctuating the look with a wry smile. 

In unison, they went, “OH! Right.” They dug into their pockets and forked over forty dollars each. “Alright- Thanks guys. Don’t be afraid to hit me up when college admission gets going. You’ve got my number.” The pug nose one slapped his head, “Good point bro! I didn’t even think of that! Alright- we gotta dip. Peace!” He waved goodbye and put the money into his wallet, glad to know he was a quarter of the way to his goal, and it wasn’t even Nine AM. 

The next couple of classes were pretty much a breeze. He had AP american literature, which was fun because he got to read cool books, then Modern History, then Physics, which was his favorite subject. He thought maybe one day he could go to college to study astrophysics, and maybe become a real life rocket scientist one day. After that was lunch, and the second part of the day’s three part hustle. He quickly chowed down on the white rice he had left over for breakfast then made his way over to find his next contact. 

The school was one large building with two wings. On the second floor above the gym was an old disused woodshop class that had a broken lock on it. His second contact liked to hang out there. He knocked on the door, and poked his head greeting, “Yo!” 

Three girls over sitting in a circle suddenly stopped talking, “Oh hey Nick.” The middle one greeted. Trina, Gina, and Nina. Their names rhymed, but they didn’t really have anything in common besides that. Trina was chinese american with brightly dyed blonde hair that ran down to her lower back. Considered herself a fashionista since she had some some modeling as a kid, and had a major attitude, but also didn’t really like to talk, so he wasn’t surprised he didn’t greet him. Some people joked she’d only talk to you if you really pissed her off, or if she really really trusted you, which could probably only be said for the other two girls in the room. Gina was a sweet, but shy gal. Her parents both used to be in the military, but her dad was a preacher now. She had a killer voice, and participated in the school’s glee club, but quit because she didn’t like to share the spotlight. She used to sing gospel at her father’s church but wanted to sing R&B professionally. Nick thought she could probably make it as a professional singer, so long as she didn’t let her lofty self important attitude get in the way. Nina was their de-facto leader. She was a genuine goth, and metal head. Her grades were pretty average but her family was rich, hence why she went to their school. She seemed like a fun person fun. Nick couldn’t tell if she was fun like someone you want to be friends with, or fun like in the way that playing with matches was fun. He knew she’d nearly gotten kicked out of the school on numerous occasions. In fact the reason he knew she could help him with his side hustle was because she was banned from the store by the school for shoplifting in their freshman year. 

“Hey Nick- it’s good you came! Do you think you could grab me a pack of cigarettes before lunch is overrr?” She asked, dragging out that last “R” sound playfully. 

He whipped out two packs from his back, and replied, “You mean like two packs of camel crushes?” 

She grinned giddily and took them both, before hastily opening one and popping one of the grits in her mouth. She gave him the price of the smokes, and twenty bucks for the trouble.

“You’re not worried about smelling when you get back into class? Lunch is over in like fifteen minutes.” Nick asked curiously. 

She shrugged, “Nah- I that old perv Spence always let’s me cut Gym. I should be fine by sixth period.” 

Nick nodded and turned like he was about to leave. 

“Hey wait!” Nina called. 

He paused, and looked back over his shoulder cautiously, with his eyebrows raised.

“Hey my parents are out of town this weekend. I’m throwing a party this Saturday. You should come.” She suggested before lighting her cigarette, and giving a suggestive eyebrow raise back. 

Nick thought about it for a moment. It didn’t seem like a good idea. While he could confidently say he got along pretty well with pretty much everyone he wasn’t particularly close to anyone either, though that was his own choice. He had money on his mind, which meant he didn’t have time for casual social stuff like that. Still it was tempting. Furthermore she was eighteen now. She could buy her own cigarettes, but still asked him too- thus she was probably using it as an excuse to talk to him, which he felt was sort of flattering. Still he tried to think of an excuse, “Uh wait- Saturday? Shit. I would but I’ve got work until ten, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it.”

Gina interjected, “Oh I didn’t know you had a job nick. What do you do?” She asked like she already knew the answer. Though he was sure no matter what he said she’d find something condescending to say about it. 

He squirmed internally.“I mind my own business. Professionally. You should try it Gina!” He thought to himself. Nick didn’t like lying, even though he was about too. Not because he felt strongly about telling the truth but rather living without lies kept things less complicated, thus he tried to avoid situations that would require him to do so. His inexperience with it made him hesitate. He opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything, though for a moment, and declared, “What? I uh- deliver pizzas. That’s me. Pizza delivery guy.” He explained awkwardly. 

She raised an eyebrow, “You don’t own a car. How do you deliver those pizzas, on the bus?” She asked with a snicker.

“Why you giving me the third degree GINA?” He screamed in his own head. Outwardly however he held his cool. He never thought flaking would be this difficult. “Oh I just use my bike. It’s over in my neighborhood. So no car needed!” He assured, side stepping her obvious prod at his class status.  

Nina pouted, getting back to her original offer, “Ah- oh well. If you can get out of it you should come by. You know what they say all work and no play makes Nick a dull boy.”  

“It’s isn’t it supposed to be Jack? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Gina corrected. 

Trina looked like she had lost her patience for her friend’s snark, “It’s because she’s talking about him you vapid slut.” She scolded caustically. 

“Ugh- bitch what did you call me?” Gina shot back, surprised by the sudden outburst. 

Nina waved stuck her hand between them, shushing them before they started arguing, “Um does it matter!? Chill!” She rolled her eyes before looking back at nick. “But yeah- you know come bye if you want. You know my address don’t you?” She asked in a suspiciously blasé tone.  

Nick squinted for a moment, then shook his head. They’d never exchanged that kind of info, and she knew that. 

“Here I’ll text it to you!” she said with a coy smile. 

He handed over his phone, and texted him, “Heeeey Nickyyy 🖤💀🖤 ...“ Followed by her address. 

“Cool. I’ll try and stop by if I can.” He declared trying to close the conversation. He turned heel and heading on his way before they could say anything further. Once he was in the hall outside he stopped and looked at his phone. It was clear she was really trying to reel him in. Maybe other teenage boys were too dense, or inexperienced, to pick up on that sort of thing, but not him. She was practically shouting it. Likewise most teenage boys would be all too eager to “give her the D,” but he didn’t want to chance it. Being with her, even just hooking up once, could bring all kinds of drama he didn’t want to deal with, and figured it wasn’t worth the risk. Plus he did have a real reason he didn’t want to go that he couldn’t mention there. He had plans with his mom. That was pretty damn uncool as far as most people were concerned, hence why he kept it to himself. He didn’t care if other people frowned upon it though. His mom was a cool lady, and he liked hanging out with her, even if it made him weird.      

Nick was still staring down at his phone when he overheard Trina again, “Jeez you’re so fucking thirsty!” 

Nina scoffed, and replied with cool nonchalance, “Don’t be bitter- B i t c h.” 

With that he took off before they realized he was still in earshot. 
The rest of the day went by without event. The last three classes were dull, dull, and more dull. When the bell finally rang he hurried over to the bus stop and hopped on the first one as it arrived. A few stops away in a residential neighborhood not far from his school he stopped at a large house with a well manicured lawn, and fancy new SUV in the driveway. Once the bus drove off however he walked around to the side entrance, and let himself in. In the back was a sizable back yard with an oblong shaped swimming pool. It looked pristine, save for one or two leaves floating on the surface, and he knew from previous experience that it was heated. Back there sprawled on a reclining chair sporting a sheer floral patterned cardigan, white bikini, wide sun hat, and oversized sunglasses was an older woman sipping an eightball glass full of brown liquid, which looked like iced tea, but he knew was really liquor. 

“Why hello nick.” She greeted knowingly. 

He put down his bag, and peeled off his sweater, “Hey Ms. Fredrickson.” Once the outerwear was out of the way he removed his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. She lowered her glasses and eyeballed him directly as he undressed. Thereafter he stripped off the T-shirt beneath exposing his trim chest and muscular abs, before stating, “Right why don’t I get started.” 

She waved a hand, “Yes- Yes! Please do. I was contemplating going for a swim this afternoon but I just couldn’t with all that mess floating around in there.” 

Nick looked at both leaves in the pool. “Jesus- Joanne. Exaggerate much?” He thought to himself, though he was hardly surprised by her comment. He walked over, and took the net then dipped it into the water. He deliberately went slow. Pushing the water about to make each leaf float away a couple of times before finishing them out. The whole exercise took maybe three minutes. When they were both out he returned to her, and rest a hand on his hip. “There we are. All clean.” She’d feasted her eyes on him the whole time. 

This was a little game she liked to play with him. When he first started working there, the year prior, she used to let him in through the front door, then go out to sunbathe while he worked, always watching him as she relaxed. Back then there was even actual leaves in the pool that needed cleaning. Once on a particularly hot day he worked shirtless. He recalled that particular day was the first time she gave him a bonus for his work, an extra twenty dollars on the base forty. From then on she asked him to work shirtless. At first she tried to disguise her intentions there too. “Oh I just wouldn’t want you to get it went- is all.” Though it was obvious what she really wanted. After that things gradually started getting more physical. She’d sunbathe while he worked, then when he finished she asked him to rub her down with sun tanning oil. She “accidentally” let a few breathy moans escape her lips while he touched her. Admittedly at first he was quite nervous. He’d never touched a woman before, but that was a long time ago now. She did have an impressive body too. The word, “Milf” came to mind when he thought of her. She was fit, in spite of being in her forties, and had a sizable bust which he suspected was surgically enlarged. Likewise all the tanning left her golden brown from head to toe save for the light patches beneath her bikini line. He found out about those tan lines when one day she undid her top, and asked her to rub her bare breasts. She wanted to “even out” her tan, she assured. Things didn’t stop there. Some days he’d come over and find her tanning totally naked. After he rubbed her down she offered to take him inside and reward him for all his hard work. That was the day he lost his virginity to her. Nick started getting cold over a lot more often after that. Lately he’d get a text about, “Cleaning the pool” usually once a week, and even more frequently during the summer. The tips never stopped either. On the contrary they got even more generous. He could usually take home a solid two hundred of they went all the way, hence his confidence when he spoke with his mother that morning. 

She smiled, and removed her glasses, “Good work. Well done! How about we go inside for a little break hmm?” She suggested, before licking her lips. She got up from her chair and reached out to take him by the hand, stepping in towards him so close her tits nearly touched his chest. Wantonly she stroked his torso, letting the soft pads of her fingers glide down his frame until they were tugging at his slacks. He thought it was weird, working shirtless in khakis, but he had a feeling she liked seeing him in his school uniform. Taking him by one hand she opened the sliding door and ushered him inside. 

He’d seen her living room many times over. It was pretty luxurious. It was an open plan, attached to the kitchen, and had a large L shaped couch in the middle of it with a large television hanging on the wall nearby. There was a fireplace too, but he’d never seen it actually used.  There were a few end tables, with pictures on them. It appeared she had lots of relatives, and a husband, though Nick had never met him in the year he’d “worked,” there. She’d mentioned him in passing, but he never thought it was wise to ask too many details about him considering what he was doing with his wife. 

She sat him down on the couch, then sat close beside him. She put her hat on a nearby coffee table reached over to his cheek, turned his face and kissed him. She liked kissing. The older woman always moaned when their lips met, and hungrilly thrust her tongue into his mouth. He gave some back, but knew it was best to restrain himself. He’d gotten overzealous a couple of times and she pushed him back to slow him down. She liked guiding him, playing the role of the more experienced partner, so he made sure to be gentle about it. She used to pull him onto her and push his head between her thighs to make him eat her pussy. Nick enjoyed that, even if it did take a while to make her climax, usually so long his tongue would go numb. However after they had sex the first time she grew infatuated with his cock. It seemed that day she was particularly hungry for it as well. 

“Alright cutie why don’t you lay back, and let me take care of you!” She fawned. 

She placed one knee on the couch, and leaned over him, unbuttoning his pants, before slipping them down his thighs and off his legs. She eagerly eyed his boxers, already seeing some chub tenting in his boxer shorts. With a quick flip of her fingers she had his boxers down too. 

Nick didn’t like to boast, but he was pretty well hung. He could put most porn stars to shame. Joanne certainly knew that too. With an excited glimmer in her eye she stroked his girthy ten inches. As hot as she was it took a bit longer for her to get him up now. Not that he didn’t like her body, or had problems with that sort of thing, but rather he was tired of always playing such a passive role. He wanted to grab the back of her head and ram it into her mouth, but if he ever got too energetic she’d always back off. He tried to lay back and enjoy it, but to his surprise she actually took notice. 

“Are you feeling alright Nick?” She asked in a troubled down. When she looked up he could tell she was rather disturbed. Her usual confidence didn’t quite shine through. 

He cleared his throat, “Uh- yeah I just had kind of a stressful day at school…” 

Her expression softened instantly, “Oooh-” She breathed, clearly relieved. “Mmh- well don’t you worry. I know a special trick that I think you’ll like!” she cooed, with a lurid look in her eye. Before the teen could react she bowed her head and began to lather his shaft with her tongue. He let out a shaky breath. It felt good, but she’d done that before. 

“What could she have meant”, he asked himself.

The answer to his question came a split second later. To his surprise she went lower pressing her lips to his scrotum. She gave his sack a firm wet smooch before parting her lips around one of his heavy golf ball sized nuts, and sucking it into her mouth. He jolted from the sudden intense stimulation, and gripped the cushions on the couch. She glanced up and purred with delight at his genuine reaction then began to stroke his cock. Her head bobbed rhythmically while she worked him. Jerk. Dip. Jerk. Rise. And repeat. He was hard as a rock in a minute, but she didn’t stop even after the veins in his shaft were bulging in her well moisturized palm. Squeezing him tighter she started jerking him long and slow, like she were milking his cock, and did likewise with his testicles in her mouth. He jolted and squirmed. She’d never paid any attention to his balls before and it was driving him wild. With a couple more minutes the first couple of sticky dots of pre-cum began to well up on his tip. He was breathing hard, covering his eyes with his forearm, looking up at the ceiling, summoning all his strength not to blow his load right then and there. Seeing his heightened arousal she finally released his orbs and pressed the pad of her thumb against his urethra, spreading his pre all over his turgid cock head. It felt so intense he was afraid he might piss himself. 

“M-ms. Fredrickson… Oh my god that feels- ugh it’s good.” He murmured, practically melting in her hand. She chuckled coyly. Before opening her mouth and finally placing his tip into her moist gob. She sucked him mercilessly. The housewife brought her head down onto it in rapid jolts, pushing it in deep, taking him past the glands on the very first go. His toes curled, and quivered. Likewise she pushed excess spit onto his shaft letting it collect in stringy ropes on his flesh, and run down her chin. Her tan skin glowed with a pinkish tinge. Lustfully she snaked one of her hands down between her thighs and began to fondle her sex while she blew him. He thought it couldn’t get any wilder when suddenly she pushed him deep into her mouth, deeper than she’d ever taken him before. She opened her jaw wide, stretching it to the limit, forcing it in deep until he could feel it rubbing up against the uvula in the back of her throat. She rasped instantly, making moist guttural noises emanate from her open mouth, sending even more strands of saliva running down his length in rivets. He gritted his teeth. It felt like his head was swimming. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He thought she might give it up after than and give him a break before trying to fuck him like she usually did but he was wrong once again. Gripping his shaft with both hands she held him in deep and bobbed her head rapidly on his shaft thrusting his tip against the back of her throat. That did it for him. 

“Ugh Fffff- Ms.Fredricksoni’mgonnacum!” He blathered. She moaned and grabbed his balls, not stopping for a second, and made him unload right into the back of her mouth. He swore he’d never come so hard in his whole life. A heavy dollop of seed shot from his tip, thick as paste, like the entire contents of his balls spilled in a single powerful shot- but even that wasn’t enough to make her stop. She rose slightly and sucked in her cheeks until they turned concave while stroking his shaft. He instantly came again firing off several more squirts of hot spunk right into her mouth. Impressively she’d managed to swallow the first big bust he’d given her but not the subsequent four doses that followed. She retched, and let it spill out her mouth, pouring all over his cock, and pubes in a runny of white frothy mess. Chest heaving she finally lifted her head. Her chin was glazed in semen, and her mouth was still full, so full she couldn’t speak. She raised a finger, insisting that she wait while she walked over to the kitchen and wiped her face with a dish towel, then gargled a bit of water. 

A moment later she reappeared, and sat down beside him with amazement. “Y-you’re still hard!?”

Coming back to his senses he looked down at his dirty lap. It was true. He blushed, and scratched his head before nodding silently. 

Once again her confidence shook, and her brow furrowed. “You’re not satisfied?” It was then Nick identified the worry in her voice. 

He panted, “N-no that was amazing! I guess you just like- got me really turned on.” 

She met his eyes again. “Really!?” She asked, sounding a little more assured. 

Nick nodded, then gave her a determined look. “Please Ms. Fredrickson let me have sex with you!”  

She blinked, bewildered, then pressed her hands together with glee. “Eeeh! Alright, I’m feeling pretty hot as well.” She started moving like she was going to climb on top of him, when suddenly nick got up and took her by the wrist. 

“W-wait! Could we do it doggystyle? I’ve always wanted to try it!” He asked earnestly. 

She froze for a second, not having expected him to insist upon anything, but then nodded, adding, “Okay that’s fine. Just don’t go too quickly.”

Nick nodded, with a glint in his eye. Releasing her she turned around and put both knees on the couch presenting her back side to him. He breathed sharply out his nose. The view was amazing. Her butt was toned, and voluminous, making a perfect heart shape, and her thighs were meaty, and supple. Without thinking he reached out and placed both hands on her ass cheeks giving them a hearty squeeze. Even her asshole looked cute and inviting, a soft pucker begging for a good dicking- though he hoped that would happen at a later date. Likewise her cunt, looked pale compared to the rest of her body, and had a handsome triangular bush that gave a kind of retro porn gal vibe. She looked back at him while he lusted over her body, and remembered he’d better get too it already. He placed one hand on her hip, and the other on the root of his cock before poking it up against her impressively tight slit. She sucked in a breath as they touched, and quivered with excitement. Nick wanted to say something vulgar, “You want this cock don’t you slut?” He thought, but kept it to himself, fearful he’d scare her off somehow. Once he had the perfect angle he pressed his tip against her opening and pushed forward with his hips. His cock glided into her velvety snatch effortlessly. Joanne let out a long shaky, “Oooh” As he pushed in the first couple inches. He could tell she could really feel his size form this position. With her on top she often huffed, and moaned a bit, but wasn’t particularly vocal. That sound however was a new one, though certainly answered the question he’d thought. With a mischievous grin he continued pushing forward feeding her the rest of his long thick shaft. Her eyes widened instantly, and her back jolted, arching upward slightly like a cat. He pushed until he felt his tip meet the wall of her cervix then came to a stop, as she slunk her head, and clamped her eyes shut. Her elbows wobbled under her own weight for a moment then she looked back again. Her eyes fluttered slight, and hung half lidded. “You feel much bigger from this position.” She confessed. Nick couldn’t help but smirk. It was rare for her to pet his ego like that. “I’ll go slow.” He assured once more. He retracted slowly taking his length nearly all the way out, until only his tip remained buried in her pussy, then at an equally moderate pace pushed it all the way back in again. She moaned erotically once more loving every second of it. He repeated that a couple of times making sure she had ample opportunity to adjust. Once he could see she was ready he started moving a bit faster. His thrusts weren’t particularly hard yet, just at a nice pleasant tempo. Joanne was feeling it. She sighed, and whooped softly as he moved. “Aah! Oooh! Oh!” He grinned, glad he could finally solicit those reactions. He felt for the first time like he was fucking her like a man. He tightened his grip on her soft trim love handles, sinking pressing his fingers into her smooth tan flesh and gave it a little more umph. Their bodies clapped lightly as the bet. She groaned, gritting her teeth, and dropping her head, but didn’t tell him to stop. Emboldened he continued like just like that. In short order the clapping became more frequent, their bodies colliding with every movement. Her ass bounced, and warbled alluringly. He gawked at it animalistically while he fucked her. He decided play her game back on her. 

He let out a soft moan, “Ah- Do you like it Ms. Fredrickson? Does that feel good for you?” 

She was barely able to raise her head. Her hair long black bangs were stuck to her forehead, beads of sweat ran down her face. Her cheeks glowed scarlet red, deeper than he’d ever seen on her before. She could scarcely produce intelligible speech, and tiny dots of spittle welled in the corner of her soft full lips. “Yes! Aaaagh Yes Nick! It feels good!” She gushed between deep steamy panting breaths.

Once her gaze fell again he grinned. It felt good to wield such control. That wasn’t all that felt good though. Her pussy always felt amazing but in that position especially so. When his tip nudged up against the back wall of his cunt he felt a rush of stimulation that made him feel harder, and stronger. Likewise though she’d felt wet to begin with she felt tremendously more so now. He though at first it might have been from the cum and spit on his cock to begin with but her previous reactions made him doubt that. He’d felt her snatch convulse, clench, and quiver, around him after he got going, not too different form how it had when she rode him. He had a feeling she came right then and there, but never told him. She seemed lustful enough to do something like that anyway. As he looked down again what he saw made his suspicions concrete. Her frothy sexual fluids mingled with the mess about his cock, dripped out of her with such abundance it made their thighs, and the sofa below wet. She couldn’t get enough. 

Glad she’d gotten off he decided it was time for him to turn up the heat. Without warning he pulled back and gave her a good hard thrust, making a rich fleshy clap as their bodies connected. She gasped, and raised her head. He could see her chewing her lip, and closing her eyes. She was ready for it. Taking a deep breath he held her tight and gave her another, and another, each time faster than the last. The tempo hastened form sensual and mellow, to wild, and intense. He’d barely begun rutting her when her elbows finally succumbed under her own weight, and she flopped head down onto the couch cushions, all while keeping her ass high. He could see her face much more clearly that way. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned weakly with every breath, drooling as he rammed his cock in. He egged her on again, leaning in, and sliding a hand between her thighs to tease her clit with her fingers. 

“How about this Ms. Fredrickson?” He said, while fanning his fingers over her sensitive button. 

She was losing it. “Yyyyeeeh- Yuuuh” She groaned affirmatively, before biting down into the cushions. 

Confident he had her right where he wanted her he went for broke. He took one more sharp breath, like he were readying for a sprint, and gave it to her as hard and as fast as he could.He rose from his knees pistoning his pelvis into her like the turbans of a firing on all cylinders. With teeth gritting, and his own sweat stinging his eyes, he pushed himself to the limit. His muscles bulged, and flared. Veins popped in his well toned thighs. He could feel his well worshiped balls slapping against her slit with every powerful thrust, and loved every moment of it. His powerful burst of speed, and strength, brought on the familiar rising pressure of an oncoming orgasm. He could feel it coming on bubbling up just under the surface. He didn’t give in though. He wanted to see her come before him. Sure enough he didn’t have to wait long. The barrage of furious thrusts made her legs buckle, and her body jolt with overwhelming carnal pleasure. Her cries rose higher and shaper, louder until she was practically hollering. “AAH- AAAAAH!” she exclaimed as the pressure built up into an awesome crescendo. Her cunt squeezed and all at once gushed. Translucent sexual fluid gurgled from her slit like a waterfall for three straight seconds, before she reached back, and pushed him off of her, slumping over on her side limply, twitching as she came to rest. Her chest heaved visibly, her eyes were watery and glassy. Nick leered down at her and got up off the couch walking over to her. She looked up at him dazed. 

Finally openly showing his dominant side he tested her. “Lift your head up. Kneel for me.” She blinked slowly and complied, hoisting herself off the couch with shaky arms, and slinking down to the floor. He stood over her beating his meat in front of her face. She looked up at him, still afloat on the pink cloud of her mind melting orgasm. 

“Press your tits together, and open your mouth.” He ordered. 

Again without the faintest sign of protest, she complied. She scooped her hefty jugs up and squeezed them together before gaping her mouth open, and letting her tongue loll forth. 

He couldn’t have hoped for a better response. 

With a few more feverish strokes he grunted bullishly and let off a couple last powerful shuts of spunk, landing on her lips, into her open mouth, and finally squarely between her monsterous tits. Breathing steadily he wrung out the last couple of drops then stepped toward her, and placed his hand on the back of her skull, and brought her mouth around his tip. Immediately she sucked it, drinking up the last rogue drops like a vacuum, purring gladly as she went. 

Thoroughly pleased with with exchange he sighed with relief, and plopped back down on the sofa, occupying it like his personal throne. She rest there leaning on his leg for a while as she caught her breath too. It was surprisingly nice. Usually after they fucked she walked off to go clean up right away, or handed him his money and told him to go, but now there seemed to be no sense of urgency. It felt refreshing. Likewise he’d really worn himself out. He was sure he could have dozed off right then and there. He rested his eyes for a minute or two before Joanne finally came back to life. 

She staggered to her feet, knees still shaking, and scooped what remained of his cum into her mouth. Her demeanor was totally different from before. “You… I didn’t know you could fuck like that. You’re pretty good for a kid.” 

Nick’s mouth twisted with annoyance at that. “I’m not a kid Joanne.” 

Her eyes widened for a moment. “Hmm- well that’s fine. You did good today. I’ll bring you your pay, and a tip.”

She had already started walking when nick called out, “Wait.” 

She halted, and looked back with an eyebrow raised.

“Look from now on why don’t we skip the pool boy act. I know why you’re really bringing me over.” He requested firmly. 

She looked taken aback. It seemed she hadn’t really realized just how much of a performance he was putting on. “Well… Alright. I see no problem with that.” She stopped and looked down for a second. “Listen you’re a capable young man. I’d like to introduce you to some of my gal friends.” 

Nick cocked his head to one side, “Wait like you want me to go out on a date with you are something?” 

Joanne shook her head, “Oh no nothing like that. It would complicate things if we were seen out in public together. You understand. I mean- I’d like to share your contact information with them. I think they’d be interested in giving you a little work as well.” 

He liked the sound of that. “Oh yeah? They give good tips too?” 

“If you fuck them like that they most certainly will.” She replied with her usual charm. 

He nodded, “Okay. Go ahead then. Tell’em I’m interested.” 

Afterwards she got him his money. When he counted it out he clocked in two hundred and fifty dollars. “You can guess why I threw in the extra fifty, can’t you?” she joked. He didn’t hesitate to accept. With that he gathered up his clothes from the backyard, dressed, and headed home. As nice as it would have been to call it a day after that he couldn’t quite call it quits just yet. He still had homework to take care of. 