“Damn, your pussy is really good,” he groans, screwing the cheerleader rapidly. He is always awestruck at how her silky insides feel on his dick, as her fleshy walls grip him when he fucks her. The friction is indescribable, making all the blood in his body rush to his dick. “You like this don’t you? You like being a nice, little cum-dump for guys like me. Say it, or I won’t cum inside you.”
“Ohh, I’m a aaah cum-dump! I’m just a fucking cock-sleeve, Ed!” she is spasming on the edge of the table as he pounds her elastic cunt, banging her out of her mind. She is delirious with pleasure, greedily sucking his prick with her pussy. “Fill me up, Ed! Fill me with your cum! I want it! I want your cum! Give it to me!” The girl is screaming like a hooker every second, trying to get him to dump a load in her.
Eventually, her effort pays off as Ed begins ejaculating, jizzing into her vagina. The boy’s cock throbs violently inside her in a powerful eruption. It greatly delights her to feel him spraying cum all over the walls of her womb, painting her insides with his seed. He continues pumping cum inside her orifice for nearly a minute, until he has fully unloaded in her almost supernatural cunt.
“Let me clean your dick for you,” she tells him, putting her skirt back on and getting down on her knees. She kisses his cockcrown, licking it and the shaft, mopping up her own pussy juices with her tongue. Getting carried away, Emilia slides her lips down to the bottom of his still hard cock, deepthroating him. The girl bobs her head up and down on his erection as he grips the back of her head.
“You just can’t have enough of cock, can you?” Ed sneers. Five minutes later, he cums for the second time, this time directly down her throat. As she begins to gag though, he decides to help by withdrawing his tool and jerking it, spraying the rest of his jizz on her beautiful face, covering her cheeks with his sticky cum. Emilia, of course, is ecstatic at being decorated this way. Soon, her slutty face is soaked in semen.
She takes out her phone for a selfie, before wiping away the cum with her handkerchief. The girl wishes she could go to class like this but would rather not risk getting into trouble.
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Mark starts the Monday morning with a boner as he usually does. Like every boy his age, he wakes up with a hard cock. The morning wood has irritated him before but now he knows the best way to do with it. He has started masturbating first thing in the morning in order to start the day on a positive note. The boy takes his pyjamas off and wraps his fingers around his five inches cock, squeezing gently to increase blood flow to the organ. He reaches over to get a bottle of lubricant on his bedside table, getting a dollop of it on his palm.
Using it to slicken up his tool, he begins pumping himself, caressing the engorged shaft. Moaning, he lies back down, eyes shut. Feeling the sheets on his body, he jerks off carefully, giving the rod deliberate strokes. It feels so good to pleasure himself like this. He slides his fist along the length of his cock, jacking it the way he always does. Sighing in contentment, he reaches once more to grab something, this time a photo of a naked porn star’s ass. Ever since he can remember, the teenager has always been and will always be an ass man.
He aims the tip of his cock at the picture of the woman’s ass. The sight of those beautiful asscheeks make him even hornier as he tugs his pole. Picking up the photo, he places a kiss on the wonderful butt, feeling his cock get harder with how depraved he is acting. He might be a total virgin but has a very clearly defined preference. There’s nothing he would like more than to be a submissive boyfriend for the woman he loves. Problem is, he isn’t in love with anyone yet. For the past couple of years, he has been looking for a romance but failed miserably.
All these thoughts go out the window as his orgasm crashes into him. He screams out as his cock explodes, spraying cum all over the printed picture of the porn star. Mark’s jizz thoroughly drench the booty, covering it. Once his climax is over, the boy immediately blushes, just like he always does after giving someone a cumtribute. For him, the most exciting thing he can do is worship a woman with his cock and cum. It reminds him of how he is born to serve a woman. He just wants a good woman to enslave him and make him hers.
Once he’s recovered from his orgasm, he puts away the soaked picture and lubricant. Rising on unsteady feet, Mark walks over to his small bathroom. His family is doing okay, being lower middle class. They aren’t anywhere near as rich as some of his classmates but are still able to maintain a decent standard of life. The boy gets inside his shower stall, quickly washing his hands and cleaning under his armpits. He doesn’t care much about his appearance, not doing much more than taking care of hygiene and shaving. The boy prefers not having facial share and shaved very often to prevent that.
When he has finished showering, the teenager uses a towel to dry off and grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste. He begins cleaning his teeth, looking into the mirror at his average face. Others might feel hopeless in the boy’s situation, never even having had a date at the age of 18. But he is not too upset with how it is right now, despite longing to have a relationship. He tells himself that he could still keep trying and would one day end up perfectly fine, with a woman who loves him just as much as he loves her.
Gargling his mouth with the tap water and spitting it out, he shaves and leaves the bathroom to go put on his usual, boring clothes, ones that do not stand out in anyway. After that, he walks over to the living room where he finds his parents sitting, waiting for him. He quickly goes into the kitchen and starts cooking breakfast for the three of them. The boy finds the activity to be very enjoyable, taking great pleasure in cooking ever since he was old enough to do it. Nothing could dissuade him from putting on his apron and grabbing the saucepan and ingredients.
Once finished, he serves spaghetti to his mom and dad, and sits down with his own plate. The three quickly begin eating together. As usual, both of his parents are delighted by what he has prepared for them. He really is a gifted and dedicated cook. There is nothing to be faulted about what he’s put together. The boy eats happily, putting the pasta in his mouth and drinking water. Within a few minutes he is already done and so are his parents. Mark then washes the plate and gets into the car with his mom, who always drives him to school.
“Honey, you should really start trying to get some friend,” Mark’s mother begins. Ah, yes. This conversation again. She has always been pushing the teenager to strive to develop human relationships with the other students, despite him repeatedly telling her that he really prefers to be alone and that all he ever wanted is one partner, a girl to date and fall in love with. He did want to have friends at one point but has already given up on that, having realised how painfully shy he is and that the whole thing is hopeless.
“I told you, mom,” Mark says. “It doesn’t really matter to me. I’ve already tried to approach people before but they wouldn’t accept me into their circles. But I’m used to it now. It doesn’t bother me anymore. Now I just prefer reading by myself.” He can no longer muster up the energy to find other people to talk to and try to make friends with them, knowing the outcome will always be the same. That they will always look at him with disdain and tell him to be gone. Why expose himself to any more unnecessary pain? There is just no point to it. No reason to even try, after all the failures he have had in the past few years. It’s just stupid, to think people can change and become accepting of a loser like him.
“Yes, but still, it would be good for you to have some companionship or something, Mark,” his mother informs him. “You can’t just go through life on your own.” He guesses she’s right. He does want companionship, but only in the form of a girlfriend, and not friends. It is probably so difficult for them to understand that since they were both really popular back when they were young and in school, unlike how he is right now.
“Mom, I really appreciate your concern. Please believe me. But I can get by just fine on my own.” Mark tries to assure her that he will be perfectly okay without having any friends, to no avail. Oh well. He guesses that that is the thing with parents. They will always be concerned. He can’t blame her though. The boy knows he will be almost the same way if he has a child of his own one day. If, though, since he is not entirely sure whether he will ever be able to find a romantic parter or not.
“Oh, alright then,” his mother relents. She has given up on trying to force her son to have an active social life now. If she can’t get him to go out now, then she is fairly sure she wouldn’t be able to do it anytime in the future. There is no longer any point in trying.
For the rest of the ride, Mark just stares out the window at the scenery. They drive past the same houses and trees. He observes everything casually, trying to put his mind at ease. Somehow, Mark’s got this feeling at the back of his head that everything is about to get very different. That today things are going to change forever. He still couldn’t figure out why he is thinking like this. There is just this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, warning him. Mark just tries his best to shrug it off, telling him it’s probably something he ate last night. Little does he know how accurate the subconscious warning is.