Chapter 1

Jenny lay under the bed covers, doom-scrolling on her phone with one hand while she absently sucked on Andy's cock. She could feel him twitch every time she trapped it against the roof of her mouth and rubbed it side to side with her tongue.

Pushing down with her pelvis, she moved her pussy closer to Andy's face. Her pussy lips parted slightly as her legs widened. She knew he desperately wanted to touch her. He also knew that if he did, she would stop sucking him. It still amazed her to discover what men would do just to keep her touching their cocks.

She continued to tease him, lowering her pussy ever closer. She was daydreaming. Maybe one day she’d lower herself onto his cock and he could finally feel her for the first time.

A ping came through on the phone from Ruth…

Ruth: Done!

Followed by a picture of Ruth’s mouth full of cum.

Jenny: Ewww, jeez TMI

Jenny then took a selfie, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth around Andrew's cock. She cropped it to remove any identifying features and sent it back.

Seconds later…

Ruth: Ha! You can see the school crest on your blouse.

Jenny: Don’t you dare post it.

Ruth: Too late.

Jenny viewed the image again, making sure there wasn’t anything else visible apart from the crest. Oh well — she was sure there would be plenty of guys from her sixth form year soon jacking off to it. She smiled at the thought of them fantasizing about which girl was giving them a blowjob. In any case, it was time to speed Andy up a bit.

Jenny reached back with her other hand and spread her pussy lips, which were still hovering over Andy's face. She dipped her middle finger inside to coat it with her juices, then rubbed it under his nose and let him suck it clean. Now he could smell and taste her as well as see her.

She brought her hand back and wrapped it around Andy's shaft, pushing down hard and stretching the foreskin far beyond its normal limit. She felt him flinch as the stretch became painful and responded by increasing the suction and licking on the head of his cock. A few seconds later, she felt him tense, followed by the first spurt of cum. She kept rubbing the head of his cock with her tongue and maintained firm pressure on his shaft until the throbbing finally stopped. After swallowing everything, she ran her finger up the underside of his cock to squeeze out the last drops of cum, then gave him one final suck before letting his cock slip from her mouth.

As she crawled out from under the covers, she looked over at Andy, who was lying flushed on the bed. “Thanks, Jen,” he said.

Jenny leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Hey, what are little sisters for?”

She stood up and grabbed her knickers and school skirt from the floor, making sure Andrew was looking up from his bed so he could get a final view of her pussy while she bent over. She winked at him, then Andrew fell back onto the bed and groaned, gripping the sheets in his hands.

Jenny made herself presentable and left Andrew's bedroom. As she stepped into the hall, Ruth was leaning on the banister, looking up from her phone.

“All done?” Ruth asked.

“Yep,” Jenny replied. She glanced at her father’s bedroom door, then turned back to Ruth, mumbling, “I still can’t believe mum pays you to suck off my dad nearly every day. And you really didn’t need to send me a picture of his cum.”

Ruth smiled. “At least I’m making money. You’re not still sucking off Andy for free, are you?”

“Hey, that’s completely different. There’s only Andrew. Well… and James. I’m not the one with the paper round.”

After a pause, Jenny asked, “So why did mum put dad on your paper round?”

“Come on, you know why. It’s no different from any other household chore. If you can afford it, why not pay someone else to do the things you don’t like or can’t be bothered with? I’m simply providing that service.

“It was your mother’s drunken dinner party that started it. I just took advantage of the wives’ confessions to put the list together.”

Jenny thought back to that party. Ruth had been having way too much fun chatting up the wives. She was sure Ruth had steered the conversation in that direction. After all, she was relying on her paper round to pay for uni.

Apparently, Ruth had worked out that she needed £600 a day. That meant she had to have a route that allowed her to service four cocks. She could manage it as long as the travel time between houses was less than eight minutes. It wasn’t as if it was the same husbands every day.

She had a strict set of rules to make sure she didn’t waste any time at each house — such as never getting fully undressed and only dealing with the wives for requests and money matters.

So, ten days was £6,000, a hundred days was £60,000, and she’d have her next three years of university sorted out before the summer was over. Jenny thought about her future self staring at that £60k debt and wondered if Ruth wasn’t the sensible one after all.

Jenny was still thinking about it as they wandered down the hall. She picked up her schoolbag and left the house.

Ruth continued the conversation outside. “Your mum is one of the most normal ones. Most of the wives just leave the money on the dresser and aren’t involved at all.

“A couple like to watch. I’ve never been quite sure if they get off on seeing me sucking their husband’s cock or if they just want to make sure it doesn’t go any further. Probably a bit of both.

“There’s even one wife who not only wants to watch, but wants me to keep eye contact with her the entire time I’m doing it.”

“Seriously?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah, but that’s not even the craziest part. When she does it, she’s completely naked and resting her head on her husband’s stomach. So we’re really close, with me staring into her eyes while she watches her husband’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. And get this — she uses a wand on herself the whole time.

“It’s kind of fun, actually. It’s like a race to see if I can make her husband cum before she does.

“I suspect she’ll be propositioning me for a threesome soon. Or at least to go down on her.”

Jenny just smiled at her friend and gave Ruth a hip bump, knowing she was probably down for either option. Ruth turned to her, pretending to look scandalized, but she couldn’t keep a straight face. They both burst out laughing as the bus arrived.

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It wasn’t long before the photo of Jenny’s morning encounter was making the rounds. When she arrived in the sixth form common room after lunch, the others were already trying to work out who the girl was. She approached her group of friends, and Helen eagerly held out her phone. “Any ideas?”

Jenny paused for a moment, considering how to respond, then redirected. “Not much to go on with just part of the shaft showing. Don’t all cocks look pretty much alike there?”

Helen punched her on the shoulder. “No, seriously — who do you think she is?”

Jenny took the phone and shrugged. “Well, given the number of blowjobs I know this group alone has given, it could be half the year. I assume it’s someone in the sixth form. It might have been easier if the school hadn’t ruled that sixth formers also have to wear uniforms. If they’re trying to narrow it down, they only have themselves to blame.”

The discussion continued in the same vein until the bell rang for the next class. Jenny felt she had sown enough doubt that no one would be specifically targeted.

With the immediate crisis averted, she drifted through the rest of the day’s classes on autopilot, her mind still turning over Ruth’s comment about sucking off Andy for free. She could definitely use the extra cash, but Andy was as broke as she was. If she was going to start her own “paper round,” it would need to be for serious money, not pocket change. Thinking back to the average university debt of over £60k, she realised that if she could fund it all while enjoying herself, it would be a definite win-win.

Chapter 2

After school, Jenny was catching the bus alone since Ruth had an early errand to run. She was flicking between the two morning photos when she heard a comment from the seat behind her. She wasn’t sure if she was meant to hear it, but it definitely sounded like: “What I wouldn’t pay for that.”

She could have ignored it, but instead she glanced at the window, trying to see the speaker’s reflection. It was a student from the local private college. He looked like he was in sixth form too, though it was hard to tell. Either way, she decided to call his bluff.

She turned around and looked straight at him. “I don’t think you could afford it.”

The boy froze, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face as he realised she had heard him. “Ah… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yeah, of course you did,” Jenny replied. “Why were you looking at other people’s phones anyway?”

He switched to the defensive. “It’s not like you were hiding it. The photo was right there in front of me.”

“So that gives you the right to proposition me?”

“I didn’t proposition you. It was just a comment. I didn’t mean for you to hear it.”

“So you wouldn’t care who was giving you the blowjob?”

This was spiraling out of control. He had no idea how the conversation had gone this far.

“Look, I’m really sorry. Please just forget I said anything.”

Jenny studied him, weighing whether she actually wanted to go down this path. In the end, it came down to price. What could he really offer?

“How much?”

The boy jumped and stared at her, deer-in-the-headlights once again.

Jenny decided to push him. “Okay, so it was all just talk. It’s not like you could afford me anyway,” she said, turning back to her phone while still watching his reflection in the window.

He sat there, clearly unsure what to do. Was she seriously offering him a blowjob for money? She was stunning — and all he had to do was name a price? Suddenly he blurted out, “Sixty pounds.”

Jenny froze. She knew Ruth charged £150 for ten minutes. Given how nervous he was, there was no way he’d last that long. Still…

“Ha! Thought so,” she said. “Look, I’ll do you a favour — £150 for five minutes. If you’re not done by then, that’s on you.”

He froze again. Jenny shook her head slowly and turned back around. She was sure she’d star in his wet dreams for the rest of the week no matter how this turned out.

Then the boy spoke up again. “I don’t have that much on me.” Jenny kept looking at her phone. “I mean… I can get it, but I’ll have to go to my house first.”

Jenny shrugged and turned back to him. “It’s not like I was going to do it on the bus anyway. Where’s your house?”

“It’s two more stops, by the Lamb Inn.”

Old Town, Jenny thought. He probably wasn’t as flush as she’d expected for a private school kid. “And how far from the stop?”

“Oh, it’s quick. My house backs onto the park.”

That was a bit better. Some of those houses were huge. The bus pulled up at the stop by the Lamb Inn and they both got off.

The boy turned to her and extended his hand. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Jenny looked down at his hand and then back at him. “This isn’t an interview. I don’t need to know anything about you, and you definitely don’t need to know anything about me. Now, where’s your house?”

Flustered, the boy replied, “Ah… this way.”

They crossed the road, cut through the park, and entered a back gate into the large garden of a massive house. Jenny began to wonder if she had asked for enough after all.

As they entered the house, Steve motioned towards the sweeping staircase. But as they passed the kitchen, a woman’s voice called out, “You’re home, Steve. And who’s your friend?”

Jenny glanced at Steve and saw the familiar deer-in-the-headlights look return. Seriously, guy. Grow some balls. Still, she hadn’t given him her name, so she was curious how he’d handle it.

Jenny walked straight into the kitchen and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Jenny.”

Steve finally pulled himself together. “Hi Mum, um… Jenny’s just dropping by to help with a school project.”

Jenny had wasted enough time already. There was no way this woman was going to buy that excuse. Still facing Steve’s mother, she said, “Actually, Steve propositioned me on the bus but didn’t have enough money on him, so he invited me back here to get the rest.”

There was a small squeak behind her. Both Jenny and Steve’s mum turned to see an empty space where Steve had been in the doorway.

“Steve, get in here this minute!” his mother yelled.

A few seconds later, Steve reappeared. “Is this true?” Steve could only nod. “And what exactly was the nature of this proposition?”

When Steve stayed silent, Jenny answered for him. “£150 for a blowjob. Five minutes or until he finishes, whichever comes first.”

Steve’s mum considered this, then turned to Steve. Jenny was floored by her response: “Well Steve, get yourself upstairs and showered. You have two minutes to get clean and back down here. Your friend Jenny and I have a few things to discuss, but if you’re not down by then, you’re out £150.”

As Steve rushed off, Steve’s mum reached for her purse and counted out £150. “You’re quite steep. I hope you’re worth it.”

Jenny picked up the three £50 notes from the kitchen island and slid them into the back of her phone case. “Well, it’s the travel time that kills you, but I’m sure he’ll be satisfied.”

This was a direct quote from Ruth, who always complained that while she was paid for 10 minutes, the time getting there and back meant it was more like 30 minutes. Having that route for the paper round was her way of reducing this.

Steve’s mum seemed a bit taken aback by the comment but replied, “I want to make sure he is.”

Steve’s mum looked around. “The armchair next to you. I’ll be staying here to make sure he gets what he paid for.”

It was Jenny’s turn to be taken aback. Steve’s mum — she needed to stop calling her that, but she’d never given her name — really wanted to watch her son get sucked off?

Steve’s mum saw her reaction and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be over behind the island.”

Jenny just shrugged. If that’s what she wanted, she would make sure Steve’s mother got a full view of her son.

Steve had just returned to the kitchen doorway and was shuffling from foot to foot, so Jenny motioned him over and indicated that he should sit in the chair. Jenny knelt down in front of him and said, “It seems your mum is looking out for you. She’s making sure you have no buyer’s remorse.”

And with that, she reached up, undid his jeans, and pulled both his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. His cock was in full view and already stiff. He tried to hide it from his mother with his hands, which sort of defeated the point of this exercise.

Jenny reconfirmed the contract. “So, five minutes or until you orgasm, right?” Steve only nodded, so Jenny took the matter into her own hands. She lifted one of his feet out of his jeans before placing each of his legs over the side arms of the chair. She then pulled Steve’s arse forward so his balls were sitting on the edge. Finally, deliberately looking at Steve’s mother, she took his hands and moved them away to release his cock.

Steve’s mum visibly pressed herself against the kitchen island at the sight of her son’s erect penis. Jenny then understood that there was more to this than just checking up on her. That, she could definitely live with.

She wrapped her hand around Steve’s shaft and started to stroke him, making sure the foreskin was pulled back from the head. Then, taking a leaf out of her experience with Andrew that morning, she pushed down on the shaft to make the head bulge. She pressed harder until Steve whimpered.

Jenny glanced over at Steve’s mum, whose gaze was fixed on her son’s cock. There was definite movement against the corner of the island.

Jenny lowered her head and started to lick the head of Steve’s cock, moving her head to the side so she could watch Steve’s mother while she licked it. She proceeded to moisten the entire head, which also allowed Steve’s mother a full view of her son’s erect, angry penis wrapped in her hand.

She pulled back, continuing to push down on his shaft, and sucked her middle finger on her other hand. She then used that hand to cup Steve’s balls.

She went back to licking the head of his cock, with one hand still pushing down on his shaft and the other gently rolling his balls. She then confirmed eye contact with Steve’s mother. As Jenny watched her, she rested her lubricated middle finger against Steve’s asshole. His mother could see exactly what she was doing, and as soon as she pushed her finger in, Steve’s cum shot up nearly to his shoulder. Jenny kept the pressure up, massaging his prostate with her finger while continuing to lick his cock head and stroke his shaft until he completed his orgasm. She squeezed his cock from the base upward to make sure it had released everything before letting it drop.

After that, she stood up and walked over to...