Salty Lime

It was almost lunch time, and you were looking forward to the taco salad special today in the cafeteria. A bowl made of a hardened tortilla shell, layered from bottom to top with meat, beans, cheese, lettice, sour scream and sprinkled with more cheese! It was your absolute favorite. After getting in line with a few of your buddies, Big Mac and Flash Sentry, a too familiar voice hissed in your ear.

"What do you think you're doing?" You turn around and see the sharp, cold glare of your girlfriend, Limestone Pie. She was about 5'5'', had a strait grey hair that was done in that style where half her head was shaved and the other combed over to one side. She had a thinner build with some slight feminine curves, but underneath her baggy sleeveless top were muscles that could rival just about any guy in the school. Also below her top were a pair of perky C cup breasts that you hoped to one day get to feel. You had no idea when that glorious day would come, but you looked forward to it.

"Ugh, just getting lunch with the guys, Limey" you made a nervous chuckle, hoping that using her nick name would get you a out of hot water with your aggressive girlfriend. You knew what all your guy friends thought of Limestone; That she totally had you pussy whipped.

If only they knew the truth about what happened when no one wss around.

You wished you could tell them what she was really like, but you respected Limestone too much to ruin her tough image she made for herself.

"After I went through the trouble of making you a special lunch?!" Limestone was really happy bothering you like she did, even if it looked like she was the overly aggressive type. "I wake up an hour early every day to prepare a delicious and nutritious lunch for you, and you blow it off for some greesy cafeteria slop!?"

You look sheepishly from your angry girlfriend to your friends, then back to her. "Limey, I was just going to eat lunch with the guys today, if that's cool with you."

Releasing a puff of anger through her nostrils to gather herself and keep herself from losing her cool even further, Limestone seemed to mellow out a little as she held out to you a lunch in a few tupple wear containers. "I never said you couldn't eat lunch with your friends… I made you a lunch so you didn't have to spend your money on buying one. I'm looking out for your well being. Now eat it. Clean the dishes. Be grateful. And see me later to give me the dishes back."

Now feeling a little bad, you take the lunch she made and thanked her. "Ugh, you got any clubs after school?"

"If you want to walk me home together, that's fine" she had snapped. Her words were sharp, but her heart wasn't in it fully. "But don't think you have to."

"I'd like to" you tell her honestly. "My club canceled its meetings this week, so I'm free every day after school."

"Good" Limestone puffed her chest up, hard eyes once again taking aim at you. "Then I guess you can pay me back for all the lunches I make you by helping me out more at the rock yard."

Without another word, Limestone left you and your guy pals in the lunch line, making her way to the court yard to enjoy her own lunch, disappearing from sight.

"Man, is she always like that to you?" Flash asked, taking a seat next to you, noticing your 'home cooked meal made especially for you' and grimacing a bit at the sight.

Looking at the meal Limestone made for you, one would think it was the horror that McNuggests were made of. But it actually was all organic, full of nutrients, vitamins and minerals… but it did look like grey paste. Noticing his disgust at the sight of your lunch, you tell him "it tastes better then it looks."

"I'll take your word for it" Flash stated, dowsing his taco salad with hot sauce.

"Eh'yep" Big Mac agreed, taking a seat across from you.

"I know Limestone comes across as a bit of a-" you started to say, but Flash interrupted.

"Controlling-psycho-bitch" Flash said plainly as he took another bite.

"Yes…." You started to say. "But you guys don't know her like I do."

After swallowing a bite of his food, Big Mac commented "she seems ta really like ya. And she ain't hurt ya or nothin'. Ya must see something awful good in her."

"She's rough around the edges" you started in again. "But she has moments where she really shines…"

After school, when maybe a few dozen or so students were still lingering around campus, either for club activities, band rehearsals, or just plain loitering, you and your girlfriend were hidding out in your favorite spot behind the auditorium. It was a secluded place, just out of the sight of cameras, hidden away where no one would go looking unless they knew what they were looking for. A great place for teenagers driven by lust to do naughty things in public without getting caught.

You were trying to control your breathing, but Limestone was really getting into it today. You pants and boxers were on the ground, you bare ass being hit by the open air, while your girlfriend was on her knees, you entire dick going in and out of her mouth, down her throat past a point you didn't think humans were capable of, with your balls being played with by her soft, but strong hands. One thing you learned quickly about Limestone Pie not long after you two started dating, was she LOVED giving blowjobs. She was a pro at it, and seemed to master the art better then any girl her age should. Not just giving blow jobs, but drinking your semen. She LOVED draining your dick of every ounce of your cum. That's whey she made you lunches all the time. Everything she made for you was to keep your semen tasting just how she liked it. She made sure to keep you physically fit and well nourished so your semen didn't change its taste. You didn't mind so much, though. You doubt anyone could complain about Limestones technique.

The way she was able to fit the entire length of your 9 inch cock all the way down her throat, the was she licked all up and down your dick hitting the most sensitive parts, her method for massaging your balls, how she stroked your taint, the hard and seductive looks she seemed to shoot you all the while, it was mind blowing. What made it even better, was, well….

"Limey, I-I'm-" you started to say, about ready to blow your load.

She grabbed the base of your cock, restricting your explosion momentarily. Then smiled up at you with a mischievous Grinch like grin before licking the tip of your dick with her flattened tounge, taking the tip of it into her mouth, then releasing your cock and stroking it violently like a racing car piston!

Like a garden hose that was pinched at one point then let loose, your sperm went flying and filled Limestone's mouth to the brim. It was almost too much for the blow job expert to handle. Almost. But in the few months that you two had been dating, she's learned to swallow every last drop of your loads. You watched in awe as she did just that, feeling all the while like your soul was trying to leave your body out of pure bliss. Using a finger to wipe up the drop sliding down her cheek, Limestone locked the finger with a succubus like look to her.

"Ah, now thats a great source of protein" She chimmed with a sly smile. "And to think, you almost destroyed the perfect taste of your jizz with that taco salad."

You awkwardly laugh as you start to pull your pants up, nearly falling over in the process.

Lucky for you, Limestone caught you by the edge of your shirt, then pulled you into a kiss. A very passionate kiss where the muscles in her lips seemed to give your own a work out, occasionally slipping you her tongue. The first time she did that after she blew you, you were completly grossed out. But you figured its your own stuff, and it is watered down with her saliva. That makes it ok, right?

You keep telling yourself that anyway as she releases you from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva still linking the both of you togeather. The way she looks into your eyes with her sharp, hard stare would leave most thinking she was a hard ass, controlling, lusting bitch. But you knew better.

"Still coming over tonight?" She asked as she casually took a few steps away from you. "You don't have to. I just need to know to tell my folks."

"I wouldn't miss it" you answered as you finished buckling your belt.

"Cool. My parents like you. They think you're a 'good boy'" Limestone chuckled at their repeated comment. "Boy, if only they knew, huh?"