It started when Cassie asked Jake if he thought her ass was too big.

“It’s just right,” Jake proclaimed.

“You’re not just saying that?” Cassie demanded.

“Very well,” Jake said, and he affixed an eraser to the freshly sharpened American Eagle #2 pencil he used for working crosswords. With Cassie positioned comfortably on the floor, Jake started with the hood of her clitoris, using slow, gentle strokes, one side, then the other, back and forth, until the little clit peeked out, firmed and fattened, fully erect, begging to be brushed with the cunt pink eraser tip.

Jack withheld that favor, opting instead to caress Cassie’s perineum, short scant strokes, rhythmic at first, then syncopated, then rhythmic again, until Cassie’s sex moisture welled up and oozed out.

Jake skimmed the naughty eraser thrice around the rim of Cassie’s excited anus, bringing a success of twitches and contractions to the aperture’s tight pout.

Finally, Jake’s instrument caught up some of Cassie’s cunt sap. When the eraser was sufficiently lubricated, Jake teased it just inside Cassie’s asshole.

Her orgasm was sudden and obliterating.