My stomach churned, remembering that moment. I said to Sam, “I need to talk to you in private.”
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Salome “Sam” Shapiro
The only light that spilled through the equipment room bled from under the door. I trembled in the darkness with Justin. It felt so… intimate. Even with his harem of hundreds of schoolgirls and his army of protectors just outside, I suddenly felt like we were the only two people in the world. He took my hands in the darkness, his body merely a silhouette my eyes slowly adjusted. Beat by beat of my heart, I could see more and more of his features resolving out of the shadows.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, the sudden nervousness swirling through me as he rubbed the back of my hands with his fingers.
“Are you… sad that you surrendered your cherry to me?”
“Of course not,” I said, my deflowered pussy clenching. My snatch felt so… open. “I don’t regret saving our lives one bit.”
“Even though you didn’t get to loose her virginity in the backseat of a car after making out while watching a scary movie?” Justin asked. I could just make out his lips spreading in a smile.
“No,” I said. I had wanted him. I had no regrets. “I was just glad that it was with you. It turned out all that stuff really didn’t matter. Even with those bizarre versions of Petra and Melissa watching us, I felt your love. It felt so…” A breathiness entered my voice. My heart fluttered. All these emotions that I normally tried to ignore were bubbling up through me. My nipples ached, my areolas feeling so puffy and itchy. In my pussy…
My pussy needed to be touched. Stroked. Penetrated.
“I promise when this is all over, I will take you out on that proper date,” Justin said. “I want to do it properly, and—”
I kissed him.
My arms sprang around his neck. I pulled him tight as my lips melted against his. My body pressed against his. I clung to him. His arms went around me, embracing me with a fierceness. His dick throbbed in twitched against my belly, smearing precum that leaked out of the tip. My cunt clenched, aching to be touched. All these wicked and naughty sensations rushed through my body.
Our tongues dueled. My glasses brushed his cheeks as our lips worked together. So wonderful. It was like we were trying to devour each other. To feast on each other’s passion. I was so happy. Such joy bubbled through me to feel his arms around me. I whimpered against him, shivering.
Being kissed was wonderful, but I needed something more… rapturous.
I broke the kiss with Justin, panting. I could see more of his face now, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. His had a glossy shimmer to them. They were liquid with his passion. His breath was hoarse, heavy. He stared down at me with such hunger.
“If you want… to do this right, Justin,” I said, struggling to speak clearly as I gasped for breaths, “then you need to… go down on… me.” I licked my lips and then added, “I did douche myself. I washed out all of your cum.”
“We’ll have to remedy that,” Justin said, a grin spreading across his face. “After I go down on you and make you explode.”
“Yes!” I groaned as he knelt down before me, his strong hands sliding down my naked flesh. I was getting so used to being nude all the time, it was so naughty. His touch ignited my skin in ways I didn’t know possible. His fingers found my hips, holding me tight. Then he pulled me forward.
I gasped as his lips found my bush, nuzzling into my silky delight. He kissed lower and lower through my pubic hair until he reached the top of my pussy. He let out a growling moan of hunger.
Then he licked me.
His fingers tightened on my hips as his tongue lapped through my folds again. I shuddered, his mouth feeling so different from Miss Daisy’s licking tongue. He dipped into my hole since I had no hymen to block my entrance now. He didn’t have her delicate touch, either. He licked me with a stronger, more forceful touch.
A manly touch.
“Justin!” I squealed, pleasures racing through me as his tongue licked and lapped through my folds. My hands shot down past my quivering, budding breasts to grab his dark hair. I clutched him, fingers digging through his short locks as I held him against my pussy.
It felt so incredible. His dark eyes stared up at me, his nose pressed into my black bush. I shuddered, grinding my snatch across his face. I humped against him, his tongue diving into my pussy. He swirled around inside of me, teasing my silky walls.
I whimpered as the pleasure rushed through me. It flowed to every inch of my body. It built this wonderful ache inside of me. His nose would brush my clit as his tongue plunged in and out of my pussy. Almost like he was fucking me.
“Justin, yes!” I gasped. “Your tongue… Oh, wow, your tongue!”
“Just let yourself explode, Sam,” he growled, sounding so confident. A day enjoying sex slaves had given him the boldness to know what he was doing with my pussy. I could feel it as his lips latched onto my clit.
Sucked.
I gasped, my entire body bucking. His hands gripped my hips, holding me tight to his mouth as he nursed on my little bud. Between sucks, his tongue fluttered against it. He caressed it, stimulating it.
The rapture built inside of me. This wonderful quiver of ecstasy. My pussy clenched as I held onto him. I whimpered, my braid of black hair swaying down my back as I shuddered.
“Oh, my gosh, it’s building in me, Justin!” I moaned. “My orgasm. You’re going to make me climax.”
“Do it,” he growled, his hands sliding my hips to grab my rump. He seized both butt-cheeks, squeezing tight. “Cum on my mouth!”
He latched onto my clit again. Sucked.
“Yes!” I screamed.
The feel of him nursing on that sensitive bud sent rapture shooting through me. It built and built in me, swelling so swiftly. My toes curled against the gym mats lying on the floor. I trembled, my entire body tensing, bracing itself for the explosive ecstasy.
Justin’s tongue brushed my clit. He triggered it. I gasped as the bliss burst inside of my pussy. My snatch convulsed, begging to be filled. Juices flowed out of me while rapture speared through my body. It swept through every bit of me, washing through my mind.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as little stars burst across my vision. My neurons were firing so hard. My mind was flooded with dopamine. It set off all my pleasure receptors.
Justin licked and lapped at my pussy, drinking the flood of my passion gushing out of me. His fingers gripped my clenching rump, holding me tight as I spasmed. I clutched at his hair, the room spinning around me. I was dizzy with rapture.
With the rapture he gave me.
My boyfriend loved me. He gave me such ecstasy. I groaned and gasped, my eyes fluttering as such bliss rippled through me. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted him in me.
“Justin!” I called, unable to put my needs into coherent words.
But he understood.
He pulled his face from my pussy. He held my hips tight as he guided me down to the floor. Before I knew it, I was stretched out on the gym mats and he was over me, a dark shape that hovered above. My arms slid around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I had to love him. He was Justin.