12
At school that week I had a lot on my mind. Not anything scholarly, mind you, as graduation was at the end of the week, so the amount of care and attention spent on classes was minimal at best. No, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Steph. Specifically thoughts of her tits, her mouth, the single finger she used to make me cum…her semen-streaked face as she showed me her mouthful right before swallowing. We had come a long way from even a few weeks ago when she was just my step sister’s hot best friend who would tease me from time to time.
And that’s not even to mention Christine. Up until yesterday she was just my friend from church–the pastor’s daughter who would commiserate with me over her love life, over her struggle between her desire to stay godly and pure…and her desire to give in to the pleasures of the flesh. That is, up until yesterday, when she humped herself to orgasm against my leg before sucking my soul out through my cock. I wasn’t sure where she and I stood, but I think she wanted it to happen again.
And then there was Tara. I had no clue what was going on there. We had had a tense conversation where we each admitted everything that happened on prom night, yet there was still so much left unsaid; It was that chasm of things unsaid that kept us apart. She had lost her virginity to Bud Pepper, I had had my world royally rocked by Steph’s mouth, and we were both jealous and stubborn for reasons we were too afraid to admit. She was my best friend and I hurt her. I missed her desperately.
But my mind kept coming back to Steph. Specifically the story she told me last night as she cranked my dick toward an epic orgasm. She had told me the story of how she lost her virginity to the gym teacher, Mr. Ridley, while at a volleyball tournament, and it was epically hot, and dirty, and taboo, and…possibly a lie? It had been a tale straight out of Penthouse Forum, and while I didn’t doubt that a girl as hot and lusty as Steph could have had such an experience, there was a certain tenor to the way she told it. A certain sadness.
I had become intimately familiar with Steph, with her orgasm, with her arousal, and despite the fact that I had tasted her pussy, and cum in her mouth, there was still a distance between us. She was aloof. Protective. Possibly afraid to admit she liked what we were doing. Possibly afraid to admit she liked…me.
She had been the one in control–my cock belonged to her, after all–but I wondered if that wasn’t all just a defense mechanism. Which is why her story, at least the way she told it, had a certain falseness to it. A certain sense of fantasy. Maybe the only way she could tell me what she really wanted, what really turned her on, was to do it while she was still being dominant.
Like I said, a lot on my mind.
A slight distraction came in the form of being a “volunteer” to help set up for graduation on the field behind the school. I say volunteer that way because it wasn’t so much a request as much as a command. It was fine, though, one of the other volunteer’s was Sarah, the girl who lived next door. The girl I had a crush on for as long as I could remember. The girl I saw get properly fucked through her bedroom window. It was a testament to everything that had been going on with my life lately that even after all those things, Sarah was actually toward the bottom of my list of girls I was thinking about.
Even so, she was great to hang out with, and after leaving my stuff in Ms. Dorman’s room, Sarah and I paired off quickly and went to work on our tasks.
It was also beneficial because Sarah had a certain intimate connection to Steph, and might be able to help me make sense of what was going on with her.
After finishing our allotment of chairs, she and I took a break on the bleachers. We chatted about nothing, really. I wasn’t sure how to steer things in the direction I wanted, but luckily I didn’t have to.
“So, how are things with Steph?” she asked, knocking back a bottle of water. I admired her pale thighs extending out from the seat of pink short shorts, as well as the swell of her large breasts that pushed up as she arched into the last drops in the bottle.
“I have no idea,” I said, snapping out of my gawk. It was the truth. “She keeps me at arm’s length constantly, and she’s clearly terrified of my step sister finding out anything happened between us…it’s just really confusing.”
“So,” she began as a slight smile crept over Sarah’s face. I think she thought my love troubles were kind of cute. “Have you…I’m assuming you guys have hooked up?” Her voice had an upward lilt that told me she was sorry for prying.
“Yeah,” I offered back, not sure of how much information she really wanted. If it were Tara, she’d want every detail down to the last drop of semen…but this was not Tara. “We haven’t slept together, but…yeah.” I qualified.
“More than once?” She offered back again, fairly quickly. I nodded in the affirmative. “Well all I can tell you is, Steph generally isn’t a repeat offender, so if she’s coming back for more…well then I think maybe she likes you, Tim.”
Normally this kind of revelation would be liberating, but honestly it wasn’t that much of a relief. It made the whole thing that much more fragile.
“From what I understand she got hurt pretty bad once, so she has a tendency to pull away sometimes,” she said, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“I didn’t realize you guys were so close,” I said. Sarah didn’t know it, but I knew full well how close she and Steph had been. Very close. Mouth-to-genitals close.
“Girls tell each other things, what can I say,” she nervously chuckled.
“Did she ever tell you…” I began, pausing to debate finishing my question, “…how she lost her virginity?”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “Well now, aren’t we nosey?” she teased, but then evened out when she saw that I was serious. “Yeah, she told me…a couple times.”
“A couple times?”
“Yeah…the story is different every time she tells it. It’s kinda fun, actually. I have no idea what the true version is. Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” I lied, badly. My mind started to wander at this revelation. Sarah picked up on it and managed to snap me right back to attention.
“I actually lost mine right over there!” She said, pointing to a section under the bleachers that was obscured by a big banner.
“Oh yeah?” I said, my ears, and cock, perking up.
“Yeah, with Andy Fiorentino after a football game.” My mind immediately conjured up an image of Sarah, bracing against the legs of the bleachers, getting fucked from behind. I would never have guessed that this girl–top ten in the class with honors, AP classes–got down as lustily as she did. I wasn’t jealous like I had been with Tara…with Sarah I was just impressed. “It was awful.”
The image evaporated. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Andy lives right across the street over there. Turns out I wasn’t the first girl he brought over to the bleachers late at night.” She curled her lip into a disgusted sneer. “No big loss though, I just feel bad for all the other girls he’s disappointed down there.”
We laughed together. I loved that Sarah was as confident in her sex life as she was in her studies. She knew what she wanted, knew what she liked. I found it very sexy.
Unfortunately break time was over, and we had to wrap up our duties before heading home for the evening. Sarah and I said our goodbyes, and right as I was about to leave, I forgot I left my stuff in Ms. Dorman’s room. Sarah offered to wait, but I decided I wanted to walk anyway, and she sped off.
I needed the time to try and process some stuff.
Ms. Dorman had a room nestled in the farthest corner of the school, one that took a while to get to no matter where you started from. The walk through the halls gave me some time to think.
Everything Sarah said made perfect sense. Steph and I were in a real strange position: She was my step sister’s best friend, a girl I knew practically all my life, and on top of that she was leaving for college in the fall. Not exactly fertile ground for a healthy relationship.
Yet still she kept coming back. Maybe that’s why she was acting so extreme with me, never wanting to give up any power–maybe she truly did like me, but also knew that we could never be anything more than we were. My mind whirled as I closed in on the door to Ms. Dorman’s room.
Suddenly the sound of a loud grunt snapped me out of my daydream–I stopped right where I was. My ears strained in the silence of the empty school.
Another grunt, followed quickly by another. Female grunts. Grunts of passion.
Tiptoeing to the door, looking around frantically to see if there was anyone else nearby, I pressed my ear to the door, being careful not to be seen through the door’s thin window.
Two sets of grunts now–male and female–accenting ragged, sparring breaths.
It couldn’t be…Ms. Dorman, could it? She was so cute and unassuming; the way she had to push up her thick-rimmed glasses after she giggled always made me smile. She had looked especially cute today, with a floor length dress underneath a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up. It hugged her curves just enough to remind us all she was a woman, but not so much as to be scandalous. She had nice, wide hips that flared off a modest waist, but her breasts were a bit of a mystery. My horny, teenage brain assumed they were fantastic, but her attire always made it hard to tell.
But it had to be someone else in there, right? Ms. Dorman would never be so bold as to do something like that on school property. She WAS recently engaged, but she was such a stickler for the rules that there’s no way she’d do something like fuck her fiance on school grounds.
I had to know.
As carefully as possible, I inched my way toward the thin window in the classroom door. I first saw the chalkboard–nothing suspicious going on there–but as I continued to bring the room into view I began to see signs of activity. Faint shadows dancing rhythmically against the wall; stray papers careening to the ground. More grunting. More breathing.
As the teacher’s desk came into view, I found what I was looking for: her hands gripping the sides of her desk tightly with zero concern for where her papers ended up, Ms. Dorman was bent over the short end of her desk. Her long skirt was bunched up high and tight to her waist, exposing lovely legs spread wide, and she grunted deeply between breaths as the man standing behind her, gripping her round ass, fucked her hard and deep.
A man who was very much NOT her fiance, and very much WAS Mr. Ridley.
That son of a bitch.
Ms. Dorman had a look I had never seen on her face before as Ridley pounded her hot and fast from behind. She was usually all smiles, big and bright, and had the kind of cheeks that would flush red at even the slightest sense of embarrassment, but right now that cute face was scrunched up into a focused grimace of sexual pleasure.
This was not love making, this was FUCKING. Ridley pumped away with reckless, a-rhythmic abandon, each erratic thrust shaking the desk and knocking strand after strand of Ms. Dorman’s dark hair from the messy bun she had it stored in.
Maybe it was my own jealousy talking, but this gasping ghoul fucking Ms. Dorman didn’t seem anything like the erotic lothario described by Steph. Still, this vision of my favorite teacher, one I’d call my friend, in the throes of carnal congress was an erotic sight nonetheless. My cock was rigid.
She hung her head over her desk in a sort of trance of pleasure, and I thought about the time she accidentally said “Magna Cum Loudly” during her lecture. How she grew red like a tomato with a mortified smile as the class laughed, and hung her head over her desk, laughing at herself. Back then she tipped her head up to the sky in embarrassment, but now she tossed her head back and groaned a strained chorus of “yes, yes,” as the gym teacher penetrated her from behind.
Ridley’s breath suddenly started to get faster and more ragged, his thrusts harder, more erratic. He let out a long, high pitched groan, and grasped tightly to the shoulder of Ms. Dorman’s shirt as he started to cum. He pulled his hand back, but grasped only shirt, and popped open the top handful of snaps, revealing to me a smooth, jiggling breast encased in a black bra. It was bigger than I thought it’d be.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as Ridley shuddered and shook, emptying his balls into her. She gasped and breathed heavily along with him, but she didn’t exactly seem satisfied. Didn’t exactly seem happy.
As Ridley peeled himself off of her, something else stood out to me as well: his cock. Wrapped in the spent condom was not the huge, straight-as-an-arrow cock that Steph described, but one with a distinct curve to it that actually seemed to be smaller than my own. Steph’s picture of Mr. Ridley the lover once again seemed to be inaccurate. I now had no idea what was true about her story of lost virginity, but I knew that some parts of it had clearly been fabricated. I smiled a bit as I considered the possibility that maybe she hadn’t slept with Ridley at all.
Steph might not have fucked Ridley, but Ms. Dorman definitely had, and he gave her ass a playful swat as he began to clean up. She didn’t smile. As they put themselves back together, Ridley had a very self satisfied look to him, while Ms. Dorman…she seemed to be more ambivalent. Leaning in as she finished shimmying her long skirt down her legs, Ridley gave her a kiss on the forehead (the forehead!). She smiled at him, but it wasn’t that bright beacon of a smile I knew, it was a much more forced smile, and then Ridley reached down for his bag and headed toward the door.
I scrambled away, hiding out of sight and watched Ridley head off down the hall with a whistle.
Edging my way back toward the doorway to Ms. Dorman’s classroom, I paused, not knowing what to do next. Did I wait till she left? Did I just come back to get my stuff tomorrow and sneak out quietly?
It turned out I wouldn’t have to make that decision.
“Just come in, Tim,” I heard Ms. Dorman say. Busted.
I timidly moved through the doorway, stopping just inside. Ms. Dorman was sitting on the edge of her desk, the desk she had just been fucked on, arms crossed, but not in an angry way. It was casual, but she definitely had a look of disappointment on her face. I wasn’t sure who it was meant for, though.
“I forgot my bag…” I offered limply. She sighed, and gently rubbed her temple with her fingers.
“How much did you see?”
I didn’t want to lie to her, but I didn’t want to embarrass her, so all I could muster up was a short “Enough.” She sighed again, and hung her head. She wasn’t embarrassed, she was…sad. There was clearly something wrong here. I moved in closer, joining her on the edge of the desk.
“Is everything ok?” I offered. Even though she was a teacher ten years my senior, she was still my friend, and she was clearly in pain.
“I…” she started before pausing. Debating whether to open this door. “…Richie and I haven’t had sex in almost a year,” she finally continued. Richie was her fiance, a guy I had met once at a school event; he seemed nice enough at the time. “We’re both so tied up with our jobs–he’s hardly ever home, and I’m always knee deep in papers and grades…and when we ARE home, we’re more like roommates. We don’t talk much, don’t spend much time together.”
The realities of adult relationships were becoming clear to me, now. Settling down seemed to be a lot more literal than I had imagined, something that my hormone-addled brain could hardly comprehend given the sensory overload I had been experiencing lately.
“And Dennis…Mr. Ridley…he just wouldn’t leave me alone,” she continued, “and I guess I just liked the attention.”
“How long’s it been going on?” I inquired.
“A couple months…once every couple weeks,” she admitted sheepishly, “I’m not even sure why, to tell you the truth–the sex isn’t very good.” We both nervously chuckled.
I pictured her again, bent over the desk, getting fucked from behind, and I felt bad. All this sweet woman wanted was someone to love her, to touch her, and here she was settling for a small taste of intimacy while Ridley dumped his nuts inside her. I bet he never even made her cum.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you all this,” she sighed, “you’re a student…it’s very inappropriate.” While she wasn’t wrong, all I could do was chuckle given the circumstances.
“I think we’re well past inappropriate here, Ms. Dorman,” I jabbed, and we both laughed. That bright-yet-embarrassed smile of hers returned.
“Yeah…” she said in a drawn out expression of embarrassed agreement. “You probably think I’m awful, don’t you?” She began biting her thumbnail anxiously.
“No, not at all!” I quickly responded. It was true–as much as I thought Ridley was a gross hound-dog, I didn’t blame Ms. Dorman for feeling alone. “Everybody wants to be wanted…everybody deserves to be wanted.” We paused for a moment in silence before I continued. “I think you might be avoiding some tough decisions,” I said, playing armchair therapist, “and lashing out…cheating on Richie…might be the only way you’re willing to process them right now.”
“Yeah…” she let out quietly, her thoughts drifting away. “I think Richie and I are not putting our relationship first, and we’ve just grown apart.” She could sugar coat it all she wanted, but I knew exactly what she really meant: Ms. Dorman, the conservative, mousey school teacher, liked to fuck. She liked to fuck, and she wasn’t getting fucked at home, so she started looking elsewhere. It made perfect sense to me. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to cum.
“Thanks, Tim,” she said with a smile, putting her hand on mine, “you’re wise beyond your years.”
“Any time, Ms. Dorman,” I said, greeting her smile with one of my own.
“Please, your time is up at this place – from now on, call me Julia.”
I thought a lot about those final words as I walked home. “From now on,” she said. Classes were over, I was going to graduate. Was she leaving the door open for us to see each other again outside of school?
The thought definitely crossed my mind later that night as I stroked my hard cock in bed. I replayed those images of Ms. Dorman–of Julia–lolling her head back and forth, grunting and rippling as she got pounded from behind. But this time it was me sliding my cock into her wet pussy. It was me, not Ridley, and I was doing it right. Her sizable tits jiggling and shaking with each thrust, she’d shudder, shake, and cry out as she began to spasm in orgasm around my cock. That gorgeous, euphoric smile of hers would be beaming, and she’d cry out “YES” as I gave her exactly what she wanted. And with a final thrust and groan I’d give her my load; hot, thick, and deep.
But at that moment, I didn’t cum. I worked my cock to its full hardness, but as I played this fantasy across my mind I suddenly stopped. I reached for my phone.
I pulled up Steph’s number, and I stared at the empty text message box. I thought about what Steph had said, about how maybe Steph liked me. I thought about her story, her fantasy, about how maybe she was trying to tell me something. Mostly I thought about her mouth and her tongue, the jiggle of her perfect breasts, her silky, wet, pussy. My brain was flooded with hormones as my cock stood like a proud beacon, and I decided to press my luck.
“You up?” I finally texted to her. After a short, agonizing wait, I saw those three bubbles pop up.
“Maybe…” she responded, followed shortly by “why?”
“I want to see you” I texted back, letting my desire get the better of me. I followed up with “I want to talk.”
There was a pause. I waited.
Finally, the bubbles.
“Sure,” she responded. I was about to suggest we meet out on the back porch again, when she followed up with a response I was not ready for: “come on up. My parents aren’t home.”
This was unprecedented. She told me herself that she never brought anyone over after she got walked in on one time by her parents. This could mean one of two things: either she didn’t even consider me a real sexual partner, despite all we had experienced together, or…or maybe she liked me enough to take the chance.
“Ok,” I responded. Cock still hard, I forced it back into my pants, and quietly made my way through the house to head up to Steph’s unit. As I moved silently past Alex’s room, the reality of the situation hit me: I was sneaking past my step sister’s room to go upstairs and meet her best friend for something clandestine and possibly erotic. The irony was not lost on me.
I floated up the stairs and stood at her front door. Not risking the sound of even a faint knock giving me away to anyone else in the building, I texted her to let her know I arrived.
I waited. It’s funny, I had been in Steph’s house many times–shit, my cock had been in Steph’s mouth, she had swallowed my cum, my fingers and tongue had been inside her pussy, she had orgasmed on my mouth…and yet standing outside that door I was nervous. The last time I had been alone with Steph in that house it had not gone well, and even though these were different circumstances, it still felt like a big deal.
I heard the click of the lock. The door opened. There she was, glorious legs covered by loose-fitting pajama pants, a tight spaghetti strap tank top on top. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Her blonde hair was done up in her usual messy bun, she was clearly in relax mode, except…lipstick. She was wearing lipstick. Was it left over from whatever activities she got up to earlier in the evening? Or was it just for me?
“Hey. Come on in” she said, and turned and padded down the hall. Her ass swayed delightfully under her pajama pants. I followed, expecting to head into the living room, the same living room I had seen her mother, Sandy, in a threeway amateur porn shoot with her husband and the guy who my step mom was currently dating, but Steph took a left turn. A turn towards her bedroom. I followed.
“Sorry it’s such a mess,” she said, welcoming me into her room, which was strewn with boxes and clothes, “I’m trying to get things in order for college.” This was strange to me, as school obviously starts in the fall, and this was the tail end of May.
“What? Why so early?” I inquired.
“I…” she started, pausing for a moment, “…I’m doing a summer semester to catch up on credits so I can graduate on time.” She looked at me with slight sadness behind her eyes. “I leave in three weeks.”
“That’s…oh, wow, that’s…soon.” I said meekly. My stomach sank. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t realize it would be so soon. I was legitimately saddened to hear it. My relationship with Steph was fucked up at best, but I liked her. I liked spending time with her. I was going to miss her.
“Yeah,” she answered, in an equally meek tone. A silence hung between us for a moment, accented by the soft pop music coming from her computer speakers. “So,” she said finally, moving over to sit on the edge of her bed, “what did you want to talk about?”
I joined her on the edge of the bed, and watched as she started mindlessly folding clothes. “Well,” I began, “I saw something pretty wild after school today, and I needed to tell someone about it.”
A soft smirk flashed across her face “hmmph, and Tara was already asleep?” The invocation of Tara’s name was unexpected.
“No, she and I…” I thought back to everything that had gone on between Tara and I. “we’re not really talking at the moment.”
“That’s too bad,” she said, mid fold, never raising her eyes to mine, “you guys are good together.”
This gave me pause. Steph had never been so generous with her assessment of Tara. At times she almost seemed…jealous. But before I could think too much about it, Steph moved things along. “So what was this ‘wild’ thing you saw?”
“Well,” I began, conjuring up the images I had witnessed, “I was doing some prep for the grad ceremony after school, and I forgot my bag in Ms. Dorman’s room. I went back to get it on my way out and…” the pause wasn’t so much for dramatic effect as much as it was me still not totally believing what I saw. “…I saw Ms. Dorman bent over her desk. Getting fucked from behind.”
Steph’s folding stopped. “What?” she said, excitedly, finally looking up at me.
“Yeah, no shit,” I chuckled, “she had her skirt up around her waist and she was getting fucking RAILED. And NOT by her fiance!”
“Oh my God, who was it?” Steph blurted, raising an excited hand to her cheek, dropping her cold exterior to revel in the hot gossip.
I looked her dead in the eyes. I knew the answer to this would elicit a response from her, and I wanted to see it. “Mr. Ridley,” I said.
Steph looked away from me. “Oh really?” she said flatly. She grabbed the shirt she had been folding and got up off the bed, heading towards her closet. “Good for him,” she said, her back to me.
“Yeah, Ms. Dorman actually caught me watching…we talked about it afterward,” I continued, my eyes watching her back for any sign of expression, “she and her fiance are in a sexless rut, and Ridley kept hounding her, so she decided to give in. They do it every couple weeks or so, but she doesn’t seem to find it very satisfying…I definitely don’t think he’s making her cum.”
“Hmph, not surprising,” she reflexively chortled. That was it, that was something I was looking for. There definitely was something to her story of lost virginity, but I wasn’t sure what. I needed to find out.
“Steph, that story you told me the other night…about how you lost your virginity…was it true?”
“Why does it matter?” She said, idling at the closet, her back still to me, “I was a virgin, I got fucked, and then I wasn’t. Who cares how it happened?”
“I care,” I said, attempting to break through her defenses, “I care about…you.”
It wasn’t a lie.
Her fidgeting stopped and she turned towards me, a reticent look on her face. I was starting to put the picture together.
“It WAS Ridley, wasn’t it?” I said, a gross taste at the back of my mouth as I said it. “Just maybe not exactly like you described?”
Steph paused a moment, a far away look on her face, then moved over to the bed. She climbed in and wedged herself between the pillows at her headboard, knees tucked up almost under her chin. She took a deep breath.
“I had such a crush on him,” she began. My stomach went cold. Ugh. Ridley. “I thought I was such hot shit – I had jerked a few guys off, but that was it, really. Didn’t matter though, I thought I was the queen of sex and seduction. You start to see what you can do to a man, to his cock, and you start to feel powerful.”
She wasn’t lying. I knew from first hand experience how powerful a woman can be with your cock in her hand.
“He was the hot young teacher, all the girls talked dirty about him. He flirted with everyone, So when he became the assistant coach, I decided I was going to do what the other girls wouldn’t dare–I was going to fuck him.”
I moved over to where she was, and sat on the edge of the bed. “On a tournament trip?” I asked, breathlessly.
“No,” she continued, “I had made it a point to start flirting back, and one day after practice It was just him and me putting the equipment away. It was quiet, we were alone…so I went up to him and grabbed his cock.”
My pants started to tighten. Decency be damned, her taboo story was making me hard.
“He groaned and smiled,” she went on, “and I reached in and pulled it out. I hadn’t seen that many dicks at that point, and his was the first that was curved…which was interesting.” I chuckled. This little detail confirmed her story was true. “I was rubbing his cock, jerking him off, and I kept wanting to go in to kiss him, but he just wouldn’t shut the fuck up, so I’m standing there, jacking his cock, and he’s going ‘yeah, that’s it, yeah, jerk it’ like some fucking porno!”
“Oh wow, that’s classy,” I said sarcastically. This supposed lothario of a teacher seemed to be a real jackass.
“So I’m jerking him off, and he starts going ‘yeah, you want it? You want that cock, baby?’ and I mean…despite it being less than the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, it WAS what I came for, and as you know I always keep my word…” visions of Steph by my side at the prom flashed in my head as I nodded. “And so I just said ‘yeah, baby, i want that cock!'” She shook her head in embarrassment. “My God, I can’t believe I actually said that,” she chuckled.
“Well, in any event, that seemed to be all the invitation he needed,” she sighed, “because as soon as I said that, he grabbed me, spun me around and started squeezing my tits.” That cold twinge of jealousy grew into my stomach, but it was more than just jealousy. The thought of Ridley grabbing her tits, poking into her back with his hard, bent cock made me a little angry. He was a total tool, and he was getting to have this experience with Steph, a girl who definitely deserved better.
“It was a pretty exhilarating experience. My pussy is wet, is what I’m saying, so when he started pawing at my shorts, I didn’t stop him, and I reached down and helped him out.”
My cock throbbed at the imagery, I wished it was me sliding her pants off.
“So he yanks my shorts and panties down,” she said with a bit of a pause. Her eyes got kind of far away for a moment as she conjured up the memory. “And he bends me over. I’m grasping for anything to stabilize myself, and he’s just saying ‘you want this cock, don’t you? You want me to give it to you?’ and I wasn’t lying when I said ‘yes, give me that cock!’ like a goddamn pornstar.”
Her legs shifted together a bit at this moment. I couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment.
“So I’m expecting…I don’t know what I was expecting…I guess a bit more tenderness? A bit of foreplay? Some consideration at all of my own needs at the very least, but instead, as I’m there bent over the equipment rack, I hear him spit into his hand. Then I feel the head of his cock line itself up between my pussy lips, and he just starts to push into me. There wasn’t any pain, like I said, I sure was wet, but it was just a very sudden, surprising experience. I gasped, and he kept pushing, and my body keeps taking him in, and then I feel his hips against my thighs–I’ve got his whole cock inside me. I wanted to take a minute to get used to it all, but he immediately starts pulling out, and then he thrusts back in. I feel him grab my hips with both hands, and then he just starts pumping. He’s fucking me. It feels good, but it’s all so overwhelming, I can’t really focus on anything. I’m gasping for a controlled breath, and he’s just pounding away at me, grunting, saying “yeah, take it, take that cock, you volleyball girls are built for fucking!'” She laughed a bit at the ridiculousness of what was being said.
I cringed.
“So he’s fucking me, pretty uncontrolled and erratically, and just as I’m starting to get used to the sensation, he pulls out of me, grunts loudly, and starts cumming on the back of my leg.”
“Again,” I said, “real classy.” She laughed in agreement.
“Yeah, I mean it was all over so fast, and now there I was, leaning against an equipment rack, dripping with spunk, trying to figure out what the hell I just experienced” she laughed again. “Then to put the cherry on it, he slaps my ass, and says ‘thanks babe,’ in a gross ‘bro voice,’ can you believe it?”
“I can, actually,” I said. What a twat this guy was.
“And so that was it,” she concluded, “it was just the one time, and we never even really talked to each other for the rest of the season.”
“What’d the other girls say when you told them?”
“I didn’t. I just…I don’t know, like I’m not mad about it or anything, but it just wasn’t…it just wasn’t worth talking about.”
We sat in silence for a moment. I looked at Steph. She deserved so much better. He could have felt those long, shimmering legs wrapped around him, felt her wet pussy grip his cock and pulsate as she orgasmed. He could have heard her squeal in delight as he took her nipple into his mouth. This gorgeous creature in front of me deserved to be worshiped and experienced, not treated like a kleenex. He didn’t even kiss her.
Silently, I shifted up next to her on the bed. She looked me in the eye. Her long legs stretched out in front of her. She had let her guard down. I reached my hand up and gently touched her face. She didn’t flinch. I ran my thumb gently over her lips. Those full, luscious lips of her…he didn’t even kiss them.
So I did. It was electric.
I heard her exhale quietly as our lips touched, and she let out a low moan as my tongue slipped into her mouth.
I felt her hand touch my leg. It squeezed. Our lips glided over each other, and we began to pull each other close…when all of a sudden she broke our embrace and pushed away. No words were said, but the look on her face was one of trepidation. At this point, despite all the times she’d blown me, jerked me off, or all the times I’d eaten her out or sucked her nipples, we had never kissed. We had crossed a line into a new level of intimacy, and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. What it meant. What I meant.
I looked down and saw her hand gripping my thigh, oh so close to my hard cock. I reached down, took her hand off my leg, and put it back beside her. I would love to have felt her hand on my cock again, on my swollen balls, but this wasn’t about me. It was about her. About experiencing her. About showing her that I was real.
Putting her hand down by her side, I reached back up, cupped her cheek, and smiled at her. She closed her eyes. She was nervous. I leaned in and felt the heat of her breath on my face as we kissed once more.
Her nervousness broke, her body relaxed, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth as I pulled her close.
Our tongues sparred with each other slowly, passionately. She wrapped her arms around my head, and my hands ran up and down her body. We languished in each others’ mouths with deliberate kisses. My lips and tongue loved on hers, sliding away for hot excursions to her neck and jawline that elicited shallow gasps from Steph before my lips joined hers once again.
My hard cock pressed into her hip, and her legs began to slide back and forth against each other in arousal. Without ever leaving the safety of her lips, my free hand slid down her body, past the swell of her perfect breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach, and under the elastic of her pajama pants. There were no panties to be found.
My fingers quickly became slick as they slipped between the swollen lips of her pussy. Steph moaned into my mouth and her hand came up and gripped my face as we kissed. I dipped a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat of her body, then drew her wetness up in search of her clit. A gasp and a soft bite of my lower lip told me I had struck gold.
My fingers massaged her hard clit in slow, smooth circles, around and around, dipping back into her wet core periodically to refresh their lubrication. Ragged breaths released into my mouth as our lips continued their passionate dance, and she pulled me tighter as the tension mounting in her core grew higher and higher.
Around and around went my fingers. Her hand gripped my hair tight.
Around and around went my fingers. Little squeals and yelps started to escape from her throat as her body started to twitch.
Around and around went my fingers. She pulled her mouth away from mine and threw her head back, gasping for air. My continuous kisses on her neck and jawline egged her on.
Around and around, around and around, my fingers summoned her orgasm. Her squeals and yelps came faster now. The hand that wasn’t gripping my hair grasped wildly at the sheets of her bed, and with a final, exuberant “FUCK!” I heard those three delicious moans burst from her throat in their short-short-long succession as she began to cum.
It was at that moment that I sipped my finger down into her pussy while my thumb strummed her clit through her orgasm. I needed to feel it. I needed to feel her. Her body tensed around me, and my finger was deep in her spasming pussy. I felt it squeeze and release my finger in a wild rhythm. Her thighs squeezed my hand, and she shook as the pleasure worked its way through her body.
Coming down from her euphoric high, I cupped her pussy gently with my hand and held it there as her breath began to return to normal. She turned to look at me, and took my lips back onto hers. We held each other, kissing slowly and romantically as I felt the warmth of her vagina and the pressure of her thighs.
Somewhere along the way both of us drifted off to sleep.
Minutes later, hours later, days later, who’s to say, a pleasant feeling gently roused me from my sleep. A warm feeling. A wet feeling.
The moonlight diffused through the curtains on Steph’s windows was the only light, and as consciousness returned, the feeling became more pronounced. I looked toward the source of this glorious wake up call–my crotch–and through sleepy eyes I saw a dark figure hunched over me. Hair bobbing up and down in a messy bun, the only sound in the dark room the slight, subtle slurp of a mouth sliding slowly up and down my iron-hard cock.
“Steph?” I squeaked out. The sucking came to a slow halt, and the figure rose up to look at me, perched on her knees between my legs. Bathed in the soft moonlight was Steph. She was completely naked.
A soft smile skirted across her lips, and she leaned forward, a strand of golden hair falling infront of her face. It drew a line up my chest as her face floated down toward mine. Still only half awake, I felt her lips touch mine in a passionate kiss as she snaked her body, throwing her leg over me. Stradling me.
My cock was straining to the heavens as we kissed. I could feel the heat radiating off of her pussy as it floated above me.
Our lips parted, and her eyes found mine in the darkness. We made no sound, but for our ragged, excited breaths. Her eyes asked the question, and my eyes gave the answer.
Reaching back with one hand, she gently grasped my straining cock, and positioned it snugly at her opening.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. My hands reached up and gripped her spread thighs tightly.
Then with one, long, agonizingly slow movement, my step sister’s best friend lowered herself down on top of me, taking the full length of my cock deep into her body with one stroke.
We both gasped. My cock was completely enveloped by her hot, wet pussy–my cock was in Steph’s pussy–and even the slightest shift or movement sent shocks through my whole body. I was inside my first woman, a woman I truly cared about, and this overwhelming new sensation sent me careening toward the edge.
Steph ever so slightly began to rise up, drawing her tight lips along my screaming length. I gasped again, losing all control over my breath. My balls churned again, and that coil of sweet pleasure came rushing to my core.
“That’s it, Timmy,” Steph cooed as she increased her deliberate up and down grinding on my cock. That name, Timmy, a name that had once been a weapon used to tease and torment me, took on a new, erotic meaning as this golden goddess took the length of my cock inside her. It was now a term of want. Of desire.
This wasn’t hard, fast, staccato fucking, this girl was using her whole body to coax me toward ultimate pleasure. My whole body was vibrating. “That’s it,” she said lovingly, placing her hand on the side of my head as she watched me lose control.
“That’s it, Timmy,” she whispered once again, followed by the command of all commands: “Cum for me. Cum inside me.”
The white hot spring snapped.
My head lolled back, and my mouth hung open, overcome with sensation. My balls rushed up tight, my cock flared out hard against the walls of Steph’s pussy, and I began filling her with torrent upon torrent of hot cum.
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“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” she encouraged as her tight pussy milked the pleasure out from my very soul. I felt the walls of her pussy twitch and slide as I flooded her with my semen, and Steph pulled me close to her as she rode me through the waves of euphoria. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.”
I pulsed inside her for what felt like days, and I felt as though I would have flown away if it weren’t for the weight of her glorious body to keep me on earth. She laid down upon me fully now as my cock began to soften inside her. Her perfect breasts pressed tight to my chest, and our breathing matched in a deep, synchronized rhythm.
I wrapped my arms around her and smiled as we both began to slip into sleep once more.
“I might be in love” I thought as the world fell away, “and she leaves in three weeks.”