Hunter’s love for Futa

"So, you heard the word about Laura, right?"

The voice asking was a high-pitched enough to be annoying on its own, without adding the obnoxious volume that was about a half-level too high for inside. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and sat down to a tray of mashed potatoes and mystery meat paddy, doing my level best to ignore Zeke as he spoke. It seemed simple enough, I just looked at my food and started to dig in.

"Hey! Andy! Talking to you here! Did you hear about her?"

He was persistent, I'll give him that. However I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me talk with a mouth full of food. Especially since from the smug, "I've got a secret" tone he took, I was sure what the "news" about Laura was going to be. I looked over his way without moving my head and kept chewing.

"I heard," Zeke turned his head from side to side, looking at the other students, who appeared to be just as disinterested as I was in listening to what he had to say, before he leaned towards me, "I heard she's going out with tall Andy."

Obviously when there was a high school of just over a thousand students, there was bound to be more than one Andrew in the bunch. Five to be precise. The confusion was mostly resolved by way of nicknames: one went only by Andrew, another by Drew and a third known as Ander. That left only two for Andy. I was "short" Andy, even though I was five-foot-ten, because "tall" Andy was well past six feet tall and still growing. He was also muscular, outgoing, athletic and funny, which was pretty much winning the cool kid's entrance lottery. I was no slouch when it came to friends (although with "friends" like Zeke, I sometimes wondered) but I was far from being the big man on campus.

I kept looking at Zeke, keeping a blasé expression across my face. Normally, this was the part where he'd add a bit of embellishment if his audience wasn't suitably impressed. I wanted to see what sort of lie he'd tell to see if he could draw attention to himself. Maybe it would be something really dumb like his own annoying girlfriend walking in on the two of them having kinky sex and she totally had pics on her phone, but wouldn't share because... reasons.

Watching him go through the motions of ever escalating exaggerations (knowing that they were lies) was usually more entertaining than the story itself. But that was a low bar to clear and I would have just preferred if he'd stopped talking. Thankfully, this time he appeared to have nothing at all and folded his arms as if I'd taken his toy away, "What? Are you suddenly going to pretend like you don't care? Like you haven't had a crush on Laura since eighth grade? Get out of here."

Slowly, I finished chewing and swallowing, wiping my mouth with a napkin before speaking, "Oh, I definitely care."

"You don't act like it," he shot back, almost accusatory in tone. Sitting right next to him, a black girl named Octavia rolled her eyes, which looked especially comical because the whites of her eyes (which were huge) contrasted so sharply against her blue-black skin tone. A few of my friends on my side of the table snickered and Zeke looked even more huffy. "I don't know why I even bother telling you shit anymore."

'Because it makes you feel important' was my immediate thought, but I filtered it before it got to my mouth and shrugged before explaining, "Well, the reason I don't act like it is because I know she isn't dating tall Andy."

"Oh bullshit, come on," Zeke leaned back forward, beckoning with his hands like a Italian negotiating with a car dealer, "I even heard her say, 'I'm dating Andy, senior Andy' right out of her own mouth."

"Yeah... tall Andy isn't actually a senior," I replied slowly. It was true; tall Andy was actually a junior, people just assumed he was a senior because he was so... tall. I was the only Andy in the senior class and the look of slow, dawning realization on Zeke's face was perfect. You could almost see the emotions passing across his face in rapid succession before he finally settled on the best one and definitely not a river in Egypt, "Bullshit. No fucking way. Not possible."

I raised my hands and shrugged in the best "aw shucks" gesture I possibly could, which made Octavia shake her head and smile. Then, right on cue, a pair of soft hands fell on my shoulders. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "Laura."

"Andy. Enjoying your lunch?"

"Only the finest of cafeteria cuisine, including the first meat that can successfully boast no animals were harmed in its making," I jabbed at the mystery steak with my fork. "Scrumptious."

Laura looked at it and deadpanned, "Looks delish," before kneeling down, bringing her face level with mine, "Hey, about that thing we were planning? My parents are having their anniversary celebration out in Las Vegas this weekend, so..."

"House free?"

"Yep."

Mentally, one thought crossed my mind, 'Don't say Netflix and chill, don't say Netflix and chill, don't say Netflix and chill.'

So naturally the first words out of my mouth were, "Netflix and chill?"

Dammit, scumbag brain. One of my friends, an Asian kid named Mike, actually put his fist to his mouth and bit down to stop himself from laughing. The rest of them looked down, looked away or launched into incredibly studious examination of the ceiling to avoid acknowledging my faux pas. Not that it mattered much, since Laura just laughed, "Uh, sure. But you bring them over; my house's internet sorta sucks."

Suddenly, the collective reaction of my assembled friends something that could be adequately summed up as, "Wut?"

Laura was the queen bee, the cheerleader every boy (and probably more than a few girls) wanted to be with, whip smart and that perfect combination of lithe build with big breasts, which was only emphasized by the dark brown hair she wore down to frame her cleavage. Either you wanted her or wanted to be her. On top of that, she had a nice personality, as if there was no dump stat for her.

While my clique of friends sat around in surprise, Laura rose to her feet, "I got class right now, so I'll catch you after," and walked away with a sway to her hips. I admit I let my gaze linger, the spell only being broken when Mike reached over the table and pushed my shoulder.

"Dude. Teach me."

***

While my friends were surprised, Laura's friends looked like they were in utter shock. One of the guys in particular, Wallis, was a dickhead I'd never liked who had been none-too-subtly sniffing around Laura for years. When I spotted her between classes and stopped to talk, he couldn't help but stare at me like I'd just hopped a fence to piss in his backyard. In a way, maybe I had: I definitely wasn't part of the cool kid's club. But that didn't matter, not with Laura going with me.

"So, you want rom-com, straight comedy, action or what?"

Laura's honey-brown eyes looked up while she considered it, before giving the ultimate woman's answer, "Uh, you can pick. I don't mind."

I had to smile at that. "I hope you're comfortable riding on the Fury Road then, because you just let a man pick the movie," I said as I jerked the thumb towards myself.

Of course, that was just enough opening for Wallis to cut in, "A man? You're barely –"

I didn't see the look Laura gave him, but he stopped talking mid-sentence and looked away meekly. My hero. She looked back to me and nodded, "Mad Max is fine."

From there it was nothing but minor league small talk; I was introduced to one or two of Laura's friends I didn't know and whose names I immediately forgot, there was some back and forth about cheerleading practice and how Laura not only managed AP classes with her extracurricular, but also tacked on an active social life, then they went on complaining about teachers. It was all pretty standard high school stuff, but my new girlfriend was holding court and that demanded my presence. I could feel some appraisals, most of them wondering why me. I didn't mind though. The only weird bit was one of the girls tapping me on the shoulder as the impromptu group broke apart when the bell rang.

"Hmm?"

She wore glasses, fashionable ones and had a short blonde pixie cut, "When you hang out with Laura..."

I didn't know what she was getting at and prodded, "What?"

Suddenly her face flushed with embarrassment and she scooped her books tight to her chest, "Never mind, it's nothing!" Then she scampered off, leaving me confused and alone in the hallway.

***

It wasn't a date per se, but that didn't mean I treated it as casually as I would hanging out with my friends. At the same time, I didn't fuss over my appearance nearly as much; Laura had been quite firm when she said, "Just wear whatever is comfortable."

Then she sent my heart racing by outright telling me, "Make sure you bring stuff for staying the night as well."

Fuck. Yes.

I rolled up about two hours after class had ended, having footed it from the bus stop to her place carrying a gym bag full of clothes, toiletries, a hard-drive and some other niceties. Like condoms. Laura's parents, if not rich, were certainly well off and she lived in an upscale neighborhood full of McMansions, complete with pseudo-Roman columns at the front door and Greco-inspired fountains in some of the front lawns. I tried to keep my relative barbarity in check by ringing the door bell rather than knocking.

Immediately a voice popped up from a speaker I didn't know was there, "Just a sec Andy! I'm coming down from my room."

It took her a lot more than "a sec" to get from her room to the door, but I wasn't complaining when Laura appeared before me, wearing grey yoga pants and a white halter top that did a poor job of keeping her breasts contained. Not even a minute into the not-date and I was already hard.

"Hey Andy! You made it already!"

"Certainly beats not making it."

Laura smiled at that and nodded enthusiastically, stepping aside and motioning me into her home. It was hard to notice how smiley she was. She was bubbling over with eagerness at seeing me, the sort of honest, upfront emotion that was hard to fake. Her normally long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun which she undid as I stepped inside, letting her hair flow down her back. Thankfully, it didn't quite reach beyond her waist, allowing me full view of her perfectly formed ass as she led the way to her absurdly massive living room. It was seriously like three of my living rooms put together, with white walls and classy, post-modern art and sculptures all over the place.

I could totally see Patrick Bateman (from American Psycho) having the exact same living room.

Creepy thoughts aside, Laura showed me the television setup and left me to get things started while she handled the popcorn and drinks. I didn't think there was all that much to hostessing, especially when getting laid was about as explicitly on the table as it had ever been for me, but she took her time, returning after about twenty minutes with a massive bucket of popcorn and drinks served in actual glasses.

"So... Mad Max first?" She asked, plopping down on the couch heavily. I actually felt over-dressed next to her; it was clear she was wearing what was comfortable – around the house clothes – while I'd tried to push the definition of casual in the direction of dapper. But if that made things awkward, she didn't mention it and snuggled right up next to me.

"A woman after my own heart. Mad Max it is."

She killed the lights (by remote; what a time to be alive!) and we got to enjoy the full impact of her home's massive curved television and three dimensional sound setup. About twenty minutes in, I made my first move, draping my arm over her shoulder. She reacted only by putting a hand on my chest and lightly tracing a pattern across my shirt. Christ, it made me so hard; just that simple touch and I desperately wanted to fuck her.

But I knew how not to overplay my hand and satisfied myself with nothing more than looking down her halter to the perfect globes of her tits. I'd already seen the movie more than enough times that I could recite the lines verbatim; I was going to feast my eyes on a different sort of visual spectacle, if I could help it. And Laura did nothing but encourage that, letting one of the straps holding her top up fall off her shoulder and down her arm. Normally that would be a quick two second fix, but she left it there, the thin material flopping off her breast and making my heart beat so fast I was sure she felt it.

That's when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

There was no way she didn't realize what was going on inside my chest, not with her finger dancing across my sternum, but acted as if nothing was amiss. I was sure precum had made a dark spot on my boxers and really regretted going with slacks rather than jeans; the moment we shifted and she looked down, Laura would see the lump in my pants capped by a spot of wetness and know what was up. However, she didn't do anything to break the spell.

In fact, my girlfriend, perfect as she was, did the exact opposite. She reached right over me and grabbed my free hand, then brought it to her thigh, high enough I could feel the heat from her pussy. At that moment, I was grateful I'd pre-gamed before coming over and masturbated away my first load. If not, I might have climaxed just from the feeling of having my hand between her thighs. As if that wasn't bad enough, she used her other hand to trace along my ear and started whispering in my ear, "What's the matter Andy? You're not shy, are you?"

It wasn't so much the words as the way they were delivered, a seductive string of words dripping with erotic intent. I opened my mouth to say something, but hastily reconsidered. What could I say to something like that? The only proper response was action rather than words; anything less would have been a tacit admission of shyness. But how bold was I really capable of being with Laura. She wasn't just more popular than me, she was also out of my league in terms of looks and body, she was smarter than me – hell, only the fact she was a cheerleader than an actual player allowed me to claim that I was at least a better athlete.

In my moment of indecision, at the very height of my waffling, the strap on her halter fell even further and her nipple was exposed to my view.

As Laura stared into my eyes, my control broke and I looked down at the nipple. Then I caught myself and looked back up. She was smiling and reached behind my head to pull my mouth down to her breast. I closed my eyes, parted my lips and started sucking her breast like it was the last breast on planet Earth.

"Hmmm... that's good Andy.'

God, her tits were amazing. Soft and hefty and creamy, the flesh practically melted into my mouth as I slurped on it. She slouched down on to the couch, bringing herself lower and forcing me to bend down over her body to keep worshiping her big tits.

"That's really good Andy... keep going..."

She wiggled the other strap down and pushed her halter to her waist, leaving her topless and seemingly in thrall to my oral ministrations. Laura pushed her arms together, pressing her breasts out and leaving me with more than enough mammary to deal with. But when her hand tightened along the back of my head and started forcing my mouth down, I realized she was was still in charge, regardless of where I might be on the couch.

My hand was still trapped between her thighs and she sensually rubbed them together around it, making it go higher and higher, only inches away from her holiest of holy. My dick was probably pumping precum on overdrive and threatening to rip right out of my pants. Still, I didn't want to go to fast; I wanted to be able to claim to have fucked Laura with Mad Max: Fury Road in the background, which would have quite possibly been the most masculine claim any male had made since first man to tell a story of how he speared a lion for dinner.

Suddenly, it all came crashing down with only two words: "Wait, stop."

In my head, I was Darth Vader, screaming "NO!" at the top of my lungs. But in the real world, I was playing it cool, sliding off top of her and sitting upright. There was only one question to ask, "What's wrong?"

Laura looked at me with her own face reddened and sat up on her elbows, "Nothing's wrong. I just want to get out of these clothes. To be honest, there wasn't much to get out of: her halter top was more like decoration for her abs while her yoga pants were... well, yoga pants. Still, I wasn't the sort of guy who likes to be teased and let her go about disrobing. She didn't try to draw it out, didn't try to make it sexy or anything, Laura just turned around, bent over a bit and peeled those skin-tight grey pants down to her ankles then stood back and faced me.

That's when it hit me. Literally.

As she'd turned, Laura – who up until that point, I'd never heard the slightest peep about being anything but 100% girly-girl – somehow managed to move too fast and too close, whipping me across the face on accident with one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen in my life. "Ooops! Sorry!"

"Sorry" had never been intended to make up for accidentally cock slapping your boyfriend with a big penis he didn't know you had. "Sorry" was for spilling a drink or stepping on someone's foot. "Sorry" implied additional explanation was unnecessary. But a surprise pecker on a girl? That required a bit more than "sorry."

"Uh... Laura..."

"Yes. I am one of the few," she didn't sound or look the slightest bit ashamed as she preempted my question with her answer, "The only question is if you still want anal?"

On one hand, it was clear she wasn't offering her own ass. On the other, it was still having sex with the queen bee of the campus. Mentally, I made hand scales and weighed the pros and cons. While I waffled, Laura hefted up her girlcock and stroked it right in front of me, the movie still playing behind her. She was long and thick, probably eight or nine inches and not far from my wrist in terms of girth, but her shaft was strangely devoid of veins, looking as smooth as silk while she worked precum up and down her full length.

"I know you're hard," she looked down on me as I sat on the couch, "I bet you wanna taste it too."

My mouth suddenly went dry and a part of my brain chimed in, "I bet her precum would quench your thirst."

Laura moved as if she could read my thoughts and took a step closer to my face, pressing her girlcock right against my partially parted lips. I didn't actually make a conscious decision to suck it or not suck it. I just sort of went with the flow as her fat dick filled my mouth, wrapping my lips around my teeth and flicking my tongue along the underside in the same way I liked. It was a natural thing and she licked her own lips, "That's it... just suck it, alright... just like that... nice and slow and mmmmm, good."

My hands came up to her hips and I slid my mouth down, closing my eyes to focus on the sensation of being a cocksucker. An actual cocksucker, can you believe that? I never in my life thought I'd be doing it, but I suppose most guys who suck off girls would say the same thing. I stopped thinking about it too hard though and concentrated my attention on what to do when her length reached the downward bend in my throat. While Laura didn't have much in the way of veinage, her shaft was certainly stiff enough to make the likelihood of curving down into my throat a rather remote possibility.

She gently added a motion to her hips and forced me to take more. If my eyes would have been opened, the tears would have fallen down my cheeks, but I managed to hold them back as I handled more of her shaft. It was actually... tasty, in a certain sense of the word, and I found myself slurping on her gently, letting my mouth fill with her precum before I swallowed it down in a big gulp. It wasn't bitter, but it was warm and I could feel the stuff as it stuck to the sides of my throat on the way down to my stomach. 

For some reason that just turned me on even more.

But for Laura, on the other hand, this was all preliminary action and I hadn't even gotten five inches into my mouth before she pulled back, stroking the back of my head with her hand, "That's enough of the warm-up Andy. You ever had anal before?"

I shook my head, wiping up a bit of stray precum and drool that had run from the corner of my lips and down my chin. As I opened my eyes and saw the size of Laura, I realized I might need to think that particular thing through before I agreed to anything. I'm certainly no slouch in the genital department, but compared to a healthy seven inches, Laura's looked like a meat bat, with a flared head and open tip that just drooled precum continuously.

"Do you want to try give it a shot?" My expression must've betrayed my apprehension to her and she immediately added, "Don't worry, I have lube and I won't like... powerfuck you or anything..."

"Promise?" Those were the first words out of my mouth since I'd started sucking on her. My own cock twitched, almost painfully erect, in my slacks and I undid my belt.

"Promise."

I sat up and unbuttoned my slacks while Laura leaned over to kiss my forehead then run her tongue down my nose until finally kissing me. Kissing my mouth while it was still full of her precum. She slipped her tongue between my lips forcefully and scooped my spit into her mouth while her hands lifted my shirt up. I was so caught up in the intensity of the moment I could barely raise my hips and slide down my pants, but Laura eventually broke the kiss and helped me get them down to my ankles.

She opened her mouth and licked my bare stomach and chest, then slipped my boxers down to join all my other clothes on the floor. If my cock was a disappointment to her, she hid the fact very well, letting it flop upwards and sling precum on chest and neck without complaint. Honey-brown eyes, glazed with lust, let me know she was still in the market for fucking me and I reached over to my bag. It was awkward to stretch across the couch while my girlfriend tongued down my belly, but I felt amazing to have her lick and suck on my skin there.

I snagged my condoms and pulled one of them out, bringing the wrapper to my lips and tearing it with my teeth.

"Uh Andy?"

I was just spitting out the torn corner, "Hmm?"

"Is it cool if..." she exhaled slowly and took a deep breath, "Is it cool if I bareback you for your first time? Condoms make lube dry up really fast and kill the feeling so it'd probably be better for both of us if I went bare."

I didn't even pretend to consider saying no. "Sure!" Her smile returned in all its brilliance and she rewarded me by taking my cock between her lips and sucking until her cheeks went in, filling her mouth with my precum and making a big show of swallowing.

"You're the best, Andy! Just scoot your butt to the edge of the couch."

I nodded and did as she asked, then spread my legs while she reached into the couch's side storage, pulling a packet of lube out. I didn't even know lube came in packets then, but apparently she not just knew more about this whole anal thing, she practiced it regularly: there was more than one packet in there and at least two that had been emptied.

The sudden feeling of being exposed and vulnerable came over me as she tore the packet open and applied the first half to her cock, stroking it in with a schlck-schlck-schlck and looking back up into my eyes, "Do you ever play with your butt?"

"What?"

Laura bit her lip and reconsidered, "You know? Finger your ass a little? Stuff like that."

"No..."

Her head gave a small nod and she squeezed tight along her girth, lip quivering as the excess of lube built up on her hand. While she did that, her other hand poured the remainder of the packet's contents between my crack. It was cold, too cold and I shivered while feeling the greasy liquid travel down to my pucker before she pushed a finger, slick with wetness, right inside me. I thought I was tight, but Laura had tiny fingers and didn't actually encounter much resistance. What I encountered was a weird sort of full feeling, more like being tickled than anything particularly erotic. But she kept right on, eventually getting her finger as deep as it could go before pulling back and adding a second finger.

Whoa. Now we're cooking with gas.

The full feeling was still there, but impressively amplified. I couldn't describe it at the time, but it was like... almost like you know something is going to happen, but you don't know what? That bit of anticipation and mild offering of fear? That emotion passed through me while my girlfriend used two fingers to play with my ass. And while the rest of me might have been confused, my cock was certainly unequivocal in its approval, throbbing harder than I could ever recall while pumping out precum by the bead.

"That's it... loosen up for me Andy... I'm going to take you to cloud nine and leave you there."

She added a third finger and I finally moaned, feeling my ring stretch but not in a bad way. I just wanted to let her know whatever she was doing, I was definitely on-board with it. Laura gave me another smile and licked my balls, then started pumping her fingers faster and deeper. Then, just like that, I was empty my whole body jerking at the sensation of being suddenly denied with a longing whimper to match.

"Don't worry Andy, just a few seconds and I'll show you how to take it." Her voice practically dripped lust, "I bet you'll love it."

As she spoke, her hand on her cock lined her up with my pucker, rolling the tip in a slow circle around my ring, which sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my spine. My precum was coming out in a solid stream now and I did my best to relax, hoping against hope she'd remember her promise not to pound my virgin ass. The old joke about guys saying, "Just the tip" and ramming it all in once they were there bounced around my head and I shuddered at the idea of taking all eight or nine of her inches at once.

She took a deep breath, mouthed the word "relax" and started pushing. Almost immediately, I started to have second thoughts, feeling my outer ring stretch around her girth. It was incredible in every sense of the word and I hissed. As I tried to loosen up and mostly succeeded, the movie's soundtrack filled my ears, with one of the characters screaming "WITNESS ME" at the exact moment Laura pumped her girlmeat up my ass.

I'm not going to lie: I screamed.

But the initial penetration was nowhere near as bad as I'd been dreading and my cry died away. Laura had stopped right after getting the crown of her cock inside and was looking at me, "Are you OK?"

"Y-yeah... I'm fine."

"Good," she started backing out and pushing in, "Because your ass is the best and tightest I've ever felt.. holy shit, I'm surprised I'm the first... if any of the others had known, they would have been all over you like..." Her voice trailed off.

"Like nerds on Star Wars merch? Like –" I didn't complete the phrase, as Laura grunted and pumped two or three inches in me. You never think two or three inches is much, but when it's up your ass, it is suddenly a lot more than you've been led to believe. And Laura's was thick, so it was especially straining.

But once she got those inches in, she let go of the rest of her cock and looked down, "I'm gonna make you cum Andy. I'm gonna make you cum from having anal... I bet you'll love it."

Her hands took up my ankles and raised my legs even higher as my girlfriend pushed them back, spreading me even wider while her hips worked back and forth. It wasn't the jerky, spasmodic sort of thrusting usually associated with desperate virgins in the throes of casting off their virginity. No, this was the slow, thorough driving that made my hole quiver in a mix of pain and pleasure. It certainly burned a bit but as her plump shaft rolled over my prostate, I really did see stars, incredible stars, all over my vision. Even better was when she pulled back and the flared head of her cock caught against my ring, stretching it out just a bare few millimeters, all that was needed to make my insides sing her praises.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.. so tight."

She didn't pick up the pace, but she did bite down on her lip and close her eyes as her cock worked in and out of my stretched, recently unused hole. My cock was twitching like mad now, completely drenched in precum that was being milked out by her thick shaft squeezing at my prostate. I had the overwhelming sensation of being a huge slut.

It felt really good.

"Can I cum inside you?"

My eyes popped open and I looked at Laura. Her head was thrown back and she was drooling and hissing, clearly in the throes of ecstasy as she fucked me. Barebacking was one thing, but actually taking a cumshot? That seemed somehow... more taboo.

"Go ahead."

"Gonna breed your tight ass Andy... gonna spunk you so good... you're gonna be dripping with me all night long..."

She let go of my ankles and grabbed my hips, holding me tight as she finally broke her promise not to powerfuck me, "So fuckin' good... god I love buttfucking boys... so tight... fuck... I can feel your prostate. Are you gonna cum for me Andy?"

"Harder."

Laura smiled and went harder, easily working five out of her nine inches in and out with every thrust, her flared head penetrating me deep and touching spots I never knew I had, tits swinging back and forth over me. She was so big, it was like having a battering ram through my insides and only the feeling of pleasure that passed over me in waves kept me in the game, so to speak. And it was good. Real good. Good enough that I was actually having mini-orgasms every time she bottomed out, my own cock dribbling a bit on my belly when her balls clapped against me.

Not gonna lie: feeling like a slut was amazing. I don't even know how girls go through life denying they enjoy getting fucked, because – for me – getting fucked was seventh heaven. It took basically every lusty, hedonistic fantasy I'd conjured up in my head, neatly packed it into a box, then used that box to bend me over and fuck me. Imagining what my pucker must looked like stretched around Laura's girth was what filled my head and fueled my fantasies now, along with the realization that this would be happening a lot.

"Andy... I'm close..."

"Uh-huh!"

"I'm gonna cum inside you..."

"Uh-huh! Do it!" This went well beyond the naughty act of barebacking – she was going to blow her load right up my ass. I don't know how I'd keep a straight face when my friends asked what happened over the weekend, but that was a fuzzy concern somewhere on the periphery of my mind. What was first and foremost was squeezing her shaft, milking it as tight as I could.

There was a sudden and deep strain to her voice and I felt her cock throb inside me. "Alright slut, here it comes!"

Then I felt her climax. It was hot, sticky and sinful, pouring inside me like honey, washing over my prostate and mixing with the lube to fill every bit of my guts. I came right along with her, hard and would have sprayed my own face, but Laura – sodomite-angel that she was – knew I was close and pulled my cock up towards her as I dug my fingers into the couch and cried out. My own load rocketed up and blasted her in the chin before the second rope adorned the underside of her huge tits.

It was the sort of deep, soul-wrenching orgasm that made my balls feel like they'd been turned inside out and continued on even as the little orbs were empty, my cock twitching almost violently while my vision blurred and a ringing sounded in both ears. In and of itself, it would have been the climax of climaxes for me, but Laura's incredible cock had one last surprise in store. As she withdrew, slowly, the slight upturn on the head of her ladystick stroked my prostate at the exact right angle to trigger another orgasm. I jerked up and I sang her praises as nothing but runny precum bubbled out of my cock, dribbling down my shaft and letting her no, without a doubt that I'd enjoyed bottoming for her.

"I've never seen a guy cum that hard from being fucked before," she said with a slight note of exasperation in her voice, "Most just pop real quick and that's it. Is that how you long you normally cum for or what?"

"No... never like that," I nearly gasped.

Her smiled spread across her face, mischievous and sincere, "So you're saying that this," she pointed to her cummy breasts and belly, "Was all me?"

"All you Laura... holy shit it was all you..."

"That's good to know," she flipped her hair back with a toss of her head and lifted my thighs once more, "Because we have plenty more to go before I'm all done."

And with that, she bent down to kiss me softly, while sliding her cock back deep inside my creamed in ass.

 ------X------ 

In hindsight, it was a very good thing that our first time together was an uninterrupted weekend. We went at it at least ten times before her parents returned on Sunday evening from their Las Vegas honeymoon. I was honestly a little relieved when they called ahead to tell their daughter to have the house in order when they got back; as deliciously slutty as I felt from getting pounded again and again, I also was a bit sore. Not even the feeling of my girlfriend's big tits and tiff nipples sliding across my back while she thrust deep inside me could make up for the tenderness. Naturally, Laura kept right on fucking me as she answered the phone, promising that there had been no parties or anything at the same time she left my insides plastered cum white.

But after that feast, there was famine. Laura had a lot on her plate; classes, college applications, cheerleading, volunteer work and keeping up with her friends. I didn't have nearly as much going on between my own school stuff plus football, although I wasn't as smart as she was and actually needed to study to get good grades, which filled my spare hours. And all the while, her parents were starkly conscious of the fact that they were raising a teenage daughter, so visitation meant nothing more than studying at the kitchen table: where Dad could see both sets of hands.

Without any sort of break in our schedules, I tried to put it out of my head, but night after night I found myself thinking of Laura; the way her hips sort of spread out from her thin waist; how her breasts were so soft my fingers practically sank into them; the way her girlcock felt when it pressed against my star. I had a fever and the only cure was another dose of the queen bee on campus. It was a fairly futile hope though and before long I'd adopted a Zen-like fatalism towards intimate contact with her; if it was going to happen, it would happen. No sense trying to force it.

What was forced was a lot of approval. Upon reaching my usual spot at lunch, I saw Zeke with his tightlipped smile, looking my way as if he'd stumbled upon yet another great personal secret. It had been weeks since Laura and I had been together; what was hot gossip the following Monday had long since become stale history, so I was curious - no, wait, no I wasn't. I didn't care at all.

Not that it had ever stopped Zeke, "Hey Andy! Guess what I heard?"

I didn't look at him. Giving Zeke attention was like pouring water on a grease fire, so I just poked at my food. That day it was pizza squares, the kind that are so small that you get 1.5 pepperonis if you're lucky.

"I heard," Zeke went on as I pointedly ignored him, "That Wallis has a thing for your girlfriend."

"That's not really news," I said, mostly under my breath.

My smarmy, gossipy "friend" waved his hands in a dismissive gesture, "No, no! You don't understand, this time it's serious!"

Wow. 'This time it's serious' was a new low in terms of generating excitement as far as Zeke was concerned. Unfortunately, Octavia wasn't there to roll her eyes - that usually flustered him enough he'd calm down.

My response was low key and really said nothing at all, "Mmm."

"What you don't think Wallis sniffing around your girl matters?" Outside of lunch times, Zeke wasn't nearly this bad. It was just something about gathering during school hours that made him absolutely unbearable to be around. But there were only so many tables in the cafeteria and he could only sit at ours, so my little clique of friends and I hadn't decided to vote him off the island quite yet. Although there were times when it seemed like a great idea. Like just then.

I briefly contemplated eating that greasy square of pizza to avoid answering. But I only had one pepperoni, which was probably a bad omen, "Not really."

"Oh man, you don't even know dude... he could be skeezing on her right now... getting all up in her ear," he lowered his voice and leaned in close, which was pretty damned discomfiting, "And whispering all sorts of crazy shit to her. Just think about that."

I raised my shoulder and bumped his chin to get him away from my ear; Zeke being inside my intimate space was - well, I was fine with Laura doing it, but anyone else? Nope.

Mike pursed his lips and shook his head, stepping in bravely to save me from the ravages of idle gossip, "So... the big secret is that Wallis likes Laura. That's all?"

"Nah, I mean, yeah, but... like he's really going after her now."

"How?" Mike and I asked simultaneously.

"Like... you know... sweating her real close... especially this weekend"

The weekend! I'd nearly forgotten it was Friday entirely with all of my school days blurring together; Friday and we had a playoff game for the school's football team. Probably the only time Laura and I would spend together that day, separated by several yards and the fact that hundreds of people would be in the stands watching every move we made.

Life isn't fair.

***

I'd done my best to block thoughts of Laura out while playing, but seeing her in her cheerleader uniform required a special kind of discipline. I was sure if I could only master it, I would be able to shoot lightning from my fingertips or levitate or explode people's heads with a one inch punch or something. At least I'd hope I'd get something like that, because it was damned near impossible.

She'd laughed, all brown hair and big tits, when I told her that my position on the team was literally called 'tight end.' At first she didn't believe me, but after a bit of prodding - and rolling me flat onto my stomach for another go - she'd said, "Yeah, I think tight end is a good position for you."

Then Laura pushed her long, thick girlmeat deep inside me.

Memories like that were seriously distracting on the field. I was a good athlete, a starter on the varsity team, but damn if I could play without my head on straight. On the bright side, I wasn't the linchpin of our offense. On the downside, Wallis, AKA Andy's public enemy number one, was our linchpin as running back. He was strong, fast and agile - a deadly combination when it came taking the ball and blowing through the opposing team's line. And since our quarterback was mediocre on his best day, Wallis carried the team quite a bit. Frankly, he was the only reason we were even in the playoffs to begin with.

And my job was to protect him, while he got all the glory and the crowd roared his name. Of course, while they might have been cheering for Wallis, they were looking at Laura. Christ, that cheerleading uniform looked positively pornographic on a frame like hers, with about a mile of deliciously toned leg on display and tits so big they made the school name look like it was misspelled: "High School" became "Hig ool" thanks to the sheer depth of her cleavage. Noticing things like that made me forget I had other things to think about.

Fourth quarter, twenty seconds left on the clock and we were down by three points on the opposing twenty yard line. Either we could take the safe route and just kick a field goal, sending things into overtime... or we could go for a touchdown and secure our win over a rival school. Our coach was red-faced and waving a clipboard while screaming at us, "Tighten it up! Tighten it up! Come together like butt cheeks! Tighten up!"

It was pretty unhelpful, since tighten up doesn't actually mean much of anything. It was just a catchphrase he used whenever he was too overwhelmed to come up with a good plan. We were all the huddle, exhausted after a long drive and an even longer game against players who were probably better than most of us. Certainly stronger. Most of us looked at the quarterback, but the quarterback looked at Wallis, "You think we can cover twenty in two rushes?"

"No," Wallis snapped immediately, "But I can do it one." That was the sort of thing that was confidence if you were right and sheer arrogance if you were wrong. Unless you were me and didn't like Wallis to begin with, in which case he'd be a cocky asshole either way.

"Good. Draw?" A draw is meant to trick the other team into thinking the next play will be a pass when it's really a run.

Wallis shook his head, "Nah, straight in. Bring everything we have in to block for me."

I held my tongue but gritted my teeth; blocking for Wallis was like Superman helping Lex Luthor win the Presidency. I knew there was a good reason for it, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

We broke after that and lined up. The snap went off smooth, I shot off like a bullet and immediately saw my blocking assignment. He was a big Samoan linebacker, probably a good two inches taller and thirty pounds heavier than me. He'd been pushing me around throughout the game. I dropped my center of gravity and dug into the grass a split-second before we collided, throwing every last bit of strength and willpower into my block. The impact rattled my skull inside my helmet and made my rib cage cry out for mercy, but I dug in and kept pushing, harder.

He was stronger than anyone I'd ever faced on the field before but something within wouldn't allow me to back down. Maybe it was some thought of Laura. Maybe I didn't want Wallis to be able to blame me for the team's loss. Maybe I just wanted to go out on a high note; I was nowhere near big or athletic enough for college ball, so I was more or less staring at the end of my football days. Whatever it was, I felt my foot linger in the air as he matched my strength, suspended for the briefest of moments before he started fading. My foot came down lightly and found purchase in the grass. I pushed him back one step, then another half step before he toppled down backwards, a clear hole left where that big Samoan kid should have been.

All of that happened in perhaps a second, a second and a half at most. And Wallis, for all his faults, had an eye for opportunities and zipped right through the gap, blowing past other defenders on his way to a twenty yard touchdown as the game ended. There were people standing up and embracing each other in the stands, on the sidelines and among the players. There were cheerleaders dashing onto the field to surround Wallis.

And there was me, laying down in the grass, with my limbs tangled up in a Samoan kid. I wasn't expecting a victory parade, but at least some thanks and acknowledgment would have been nice. It was, perhaps, the greatest performance in all the games of football I'd ever played. And nobody noticed.

Instead, the crowd around Wallis grew larger, slapping him on the back, congratulating him, asking him to try out for a college team or sign their tits or both. Slowly I extracted myself from the Pacific Islander, got up on one knee and watched the assemblage around Wallis. Even a local news crew had joined in, quick to shove a microphone under the man of the hour's chin and get his take on the game. I was quite sure that my name wouldn't escape his lips when giving thanks and slowly stood up. The linebacker I'd bowled over was already on his feet, hands on his hips and shaking his head, muttering under his breath as he started walking off the field. No worse for the wear, honestly.

Meanwhile, everything on my body hurt - and not in a good way either. I could feel the strain in my arms and legs and hips, all the muscles I'd used to give my school nemesis his own personal moment of triumph. Which he immediately used to reach into the crowd and pull out Laura, spinning her around for a kiss.

As I said before: life isn't fair.

But that doesn't mean you can't get something approaching justice. For me, it was watching my girlfriend - tall, beautiful, and busty - keep right on spinning as Wallis tried to stop her, his attempt at a kiss meeting only air. Laura whirled like a dervish right out of his arm and Wallis looked like an asshole trying to smooch the space she should have been occupying. He actually hung there with his eyes shut for a couple of seconds, before opening them in confusion. It looked more than a little comical and the local television camera man must have caught it.

I could certainly tell it had happened and I was a good fifty feet away.

Laura emerged from the pack, half running and half skipping towards me, her smile bright enough to outshine the Friday night lights shining down on the field. "I saw your play!" she said excitedly, putting both hands around my helmet and hanging some of her weight off me, "You were amazing!"

I shrugged and put my hands on her hips, "I did what I was supposed to do."

Her eyes almost twinkled when I said that and her smile curved into a mischievous half-smirk, "Oh, I know you picked up the biggest blocking assignment on the draw and knocked him flat on his ass. And I know that was the only reason Wallis had a hole to run through for the touchdown. That's the tight end's job in a draw, sure, but no one expected you to smash the blitz like that. And if you hadn't... well, I don't think Wallis' is quite fast enough to sweep outside before their safeties notice and move to tackle."

All this, from a girl who claimed ignorance of my position. I was impressed; she'd managed to play unknowing cheerleader gimmick well enough I forgot she was smart enough to learn football. I tried to reign in my surprise, but Laura wasn't buying it and ran her fingers along the back of my neck.

"Anyway, seeing her boyfriend being the modest, unsung hero of the day certainly puts a girl in the mood..." she spoke with a sultry, smoky tone to her voice, flicking her tongue along her top lip as if I needed a bigger hint. Alas, there was no way we could get somewhere private. Had it been an away game, there would have been the possibility of sharing a seat on the bus ride back. But this had been played at home.

"Argh... Laura, I want to... you don't know how much I want to, but we can't... there are way too many people around and -"

She put her finger through the grill of my helmet and against my lips, "Shhhhhh, I've already taken care of that." Then I realized she was holding up a key with a clearly marked green tab on the end, "The key to the coach's office."

"How did you get that?"

Laura's smile returned to being secretive, "Oh, a girl has ways of doing things."

***

Laura's mouth was pressed tight on my neck and I could feel her erection tenting her skirt up against mine. The smell of her brunette hair filled my nose and made my head swim. Physical closeness after a nearly month-long dry spell was almost more than I could take.

At the same time, my hot girlfriend didn't so much kiss as devour me. She used her weight to push my body me up against the coach's glass trophy case along the wall and put a lot of faith in its structural strength as we went about grinding against one another. Her top was pulled up over her big tits while her bra was around her bare midriff, letting me fill my hands with the softness that was only interrupted by her fat nipples' stiffness. In turn, she'd already yanked off all my pads and most of my uniform, leaving me essentially nude.

All the better to grind on each other.

I eventually worked one hand down below her waist, squeezing her girlcock through the tented portion of her skirt, stretching the material over her while stroking down her length. Laura bit down on my neck and growled, letting me know in primal terms she enjoyed what I was doing but wanted more. A lot more. Before long, the minx had reached down to fondle my balls, juggling them between her fingers and thrusting against my hand.

Laura leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "God, you're so sexy Andy, I just wanna..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned back and looked directly into my eyes, then kissed me again, right on my lips. Her tongue was wild and eager, swishing around my mouth, licking my tongue, getting as far back as my tonsils; it honestly felt like she was trying to breath through my lungs. When she'd finally had enough - and not a second before - Laura broke the kiss, a stringy bit of drool connecting our mouths together, "Get my panties off," she commanded in a breathy voice, pushing off my chest and standing a little bit back. I nodded and went to reach under her skirt, but she slapped my hand away, "Not your hands. Use your teeth."

Well now.

I looked towards the door, taking a few seconds to make sure it was locked (it wouldn't do to have someone walk in on us in flagrante delicto, especially not with a dick in my mouth) before falling to my knees in front of my girlfriend. She really did look incredible in a cheerleading uniform, but I didn't have time to dwell. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she wasn't in the mood for a slow tease. And so I went quickly, ducking my head under her skirt and dragging my tongue up her filled panties, from her balls to the tip of cock, before taking the hem between my teeth and tugging it down.

Her girlmeat was so fat and so ready, it came falling right down onto my face as I looked up. A copious wad of precum was already growing, rapidly overtaken by gravity and rolling down her shaft, where it came to rest right on my forehead. As her panties went down her thighs, a second bead dripped off and landed on my cheek. Laura was dripping the sticky clear stuff like a leaky faucet and I gave up pulling her underwear down just to cup my tongue underneath and catch the third drip. It tasted good, real good and I realized just how horny looking up at her meaty erection made me.

Without prompting, I started tonguing the tip of it, rolling all around and slurping on her precum for a snack. Laura gasped and put both her hands on the trophy case, letting me suck while offering a few helpful tips, "That's it Andy, lots of tongue... keep her wet, she likes it sloppy... mmm yeah, just like that... real wet... your mouth is so warm... keep sucking..."

I didn't need the direction, but I sure as hell liked hearing it. My lips took over for my tongue, wrapping tight around her soft glans. I licked at the little hole, then made it flare a bit by pressing down with my lips and slithering my tongue just the slightest bit inside. Laura let out a deep breath and slumped her head against the glass. At the same time her hand fell to my hair, gently scratching along my scalp for a few seconds before pushing my head forward. She forced my mouth to take more of her, her thickness stretching my lips, forcing me to open wide. I tried to look up into her honey-brown eyes, but the skirt was still hanging over my eyes. I would have pushed it away, but my hands had better things to do; one of them was just getting wrapped tight around the base of her girlcock, the other was pulling on her plump balls.

She started groaning and I let her force my mouth down another few inches, letting drool run down her length. And what a length it was! Eight or nine inches, completely smooth, pulsing with every one of her heartbeats, dripping precum onto the back of my tongue. Laura certainly liked what I was doing with her ladystick, so much that I swore she swelled another quarter-inch inside my throat, and I liked doing it to her. Working my head back and forth, with her guidance, I had every bit of her cock wet with spit, using my hand to make up for the inches I didn't yet have in my mouth.

"Oh wow... Andy... you're the best cocksucker, you know that?"

"Mmmprf!"

"That's right, talk with your mouth full..."

I kept right on "talking" my mouth working overtime to try to get the last two inches down. It was hard though, and not just in the literal sense, with my gag reflex kicking in and preventing me from willingly going deeper on her warm cock. After the second failure, I pulled back, stroking her with my hand while I gasped for air and swallowed a nice mouthful of precum she'd dribbled. I had every intention of resuming but Laura let go of my hair and grabbed my chin, pulling me to my feet.

 "Enough foreplay, boyfriend; time for real satisfaction."

She spun me around and slammed me against the glass trophy case, kicking my feet apart. I could feel her fingers - cool and wet - probing at my hole and wondered when she'd managed to put lube on them. I was just about to ask her, but the first of the players were filing in to the changing room next door just as she pressed a finger inside me and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. Laura wasn't so compelled being in full control of her facilities - unlike me, "So Andy, you wanna tell me how you want it?"

Her lips weren't even an inch from my ear. I could feel the wetness of her tongue dance along it when she spoke and shuddered, "Please Laura... I want it..."

"How do you want it baby?"

"H-hard."

Another finger pushed inside and Laura slowly started pushing back and forth, working the lube in, "How hard? You want me to bust your little knot wide open? Is that it, Andy?"

"God yes!" I replied, probably a bit too loud, "Please!"

She licked the back of my neck and pulled her fingers out to use both hands in the course of spreading me wide. I felt so exposed and the press of Laura's cock against my ring made me whimper in anticipation. She went slow, still licking and kissing my neck, letting my hole slowly stretch wider, "C'mon Andy, stay with it... that's it... let me inside... mmmm, you're still so tight... "

"It's because you're - nnngh fuck! - so big Laura."

"Maybe I'm only so big because you're such a good boyfriend?"

Huh. I'd never thought of it that way. It was certainly a fresh perspective on the whole thing and something I really wanted to know was true or not. But I was in a bad position to ask, with my cheeks spread wide, helping massage her excessive length as it pumped in and out of my puckered knot like a piston.

Her breath was hot against my neck and her nails digging deep into my skin as Laura went on, working herself into a frenzy as she plundered my ass. I could feel beads of sweat dripping off her face and onto my back, letting me know she was putting in just as much work as I was receiving, her girlcock taking stock of my innards and forcing obscene grunts from between my lips. I was losing control and knew it; she knew it too and reached up to cover my mouth with her hand.

Just in time as well: a second later, the sound of a few others changing passed through the wall and into the office. At first, I was afraid they'd hear the steady slapping sound of our rough coupling but the guys were loudly banging lockers, shouting and undoubtedly grab-assing in the post-victory revelry. I didn't feel left out in the slightest. I was engaged in a much more enjoyable form of grab ass and my whole body shook as I dribbled precum on the floor. It was so good, like surfing a wave of erotic pleasure, feeling my ring stretched around such a girly girth, her hands holding me in place, the way her breathing shifted from quiet pants to audibly huffing and puffing.

She was close and we both knew it. I did my best to tighten up, squeezing down on her and preventing her from pulling out. It was only then that I remembered condoms and turned to look back at Laura while trying to talk through the hand over my mouth. It was no use; her pretty eyes were shut tight and her mouth was hanging open, lost in the rapid approach of her climax. A small, distant voice told that I should have cared but the feeling of pleasure was so much closer and louder. I just focused on the pleasure instead, imagining how good it feel to cum right with her. The way her tits bounced, the way she looked like a completely trashy cheerleader fucking me with her uniform still on. It was something like an erotic epiphany: I was being fucked by a cheerleader. A male, taking cock right up his ass from a cheerleader and so close to cumming I could taste it, yet I didn't feel the slightest bit of shame or emasculation.

All I felt was her load bubbling up from her heavy balls and making her meat swell up right against my prostate before filling my insides with her hot, sticky sperm. Over and over again, basting me like a Thanksgiving turkey with so much cream I thought it would flood my eyeballs. Laura bit her lip hard to keep quiet, but I could hear the deep, contented sigh ringing through her throat at how good it was to fill my ass. But as far as I could tell, it felt even better to be filled, the gooey, squishy, spermy white stuff splashing all over the right places

I arched my back, rolled my hips a few times and started blowing my own load, all over the glass trophy case and the floor between my legs. There was already a puddle of precum under me but my actual nut was strung out in long strips, tracing from behind Laura's feet, up the wall and finally coming to drip off the plaque at the top. It was a minor miracle that I didn't hit my own chin when I came.

We were both panting like dogs, our cocks flagging as we sucked down air and I turned around the moment hers flopped from my creamy star. I reached down and cupped her ass while she draped her arms over my shoulders. The room was warmer than comfortable thanks to our fuck session and sweat was falling from both our heads. Laura's brown hair was matted to her face in the cutest possible way, while a little bead of perspiration dangled from the tip of her nose. She licked her lips and exclaimed, "That... was fucking amazing," then kissed me on the nose, "You're amazing."

The next few minutes were spent in quiet pillow talk, sweet-nothings and idle observations. Neither one of of us was in position to continue coupling but we couldn't exactly get out of the room either. People would definitely know something was up if Andy and Laura stepped out of the coach's office together. Instead, we lay against one another, whispering softly.

"So you think I'm the reason you get so hard?"

She threw her head back and laughed before catching herself and covering her mouth. It sounded like angels singing to my ears, and she shook her head as if to clear the giggles away before speaking, "Oh Andy... Andy, it is definitely you! Most guys," she bit her lip and looked upwards, as if struggling with how to frame her response for a few seconds before restarting, "Pretty much most of the guys I've been with can't handle me."

"Right," I replied, meaning to sound less skeptical than I probably did.

"Well, not that I've been with that many or anything," she said defensively, "You know, college boys. It's just that they seem to be too... I dunno. Too fluffy? Too easily flustered? Maybe I'm just overthinking this but -"

I kissed her right then, right on the lips, pouring my tongue into her mouth and giving her a taste of what she'd given me earlier. I was sure her head was swimming with thoughts and doubts and complications, but mine was completely clear as I dug in. We probably french kissed for a solid two or three minutes before she pushed me away, her eyes glowing in the dim light of the office. It was clear I'd reminded her of just how hungry she was, in spite of the load that was dripping down my leg even as I looked at her.

Her head tilted towards me and her honey-brown eyes followed as I rolled over away from her and stood. She followed my lead, her member suddenly a lot thicker than I remember it being while lying down. Sentimental Laura had been thrown back down into the pit with my kiss. Now Laura the Love Goddess was back, her girlcock rising once more and glistening in limited light, "C'mon Andy, you know what I want."

I gulped, seeing her member rise like a phoenix from the ashes, "Self-actualization?" I asked sarcastically as she matched my movements.

"Is that what kids are calling sex these days?" she replied, equally on the ball with her wit as she backed me into a corner and opened the door. I was horrified at being caught and tried to shy away, but she poked her head out and looked around boldly, her member swinging for anyone to see. I could've gone pale from the shock of it - actually, I'm sure I did - but my dickgirl better half quickly brought her face back around to me, "Andy, coast is clear and the showers are empty."

"H-how do you know? Anyone could just be in there!"

"Because the lights are out, duh." And with that said, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me out into the hall, opening the door to the boy's shower area and pushing me into the darkened room. The door shut before the lights came on and the two of us were treated to a few seconds of struggle and flickering, precious seconds which she used to kiss and lick my chest while stroking my cock and shedding the last bits of her uniform. Her tits bounced completely free while her curves were right there for my viewing pleasure. If there was ever a time to be alive, it was right then.

Still, Laura didn't rest on her laurels and gently moved me back to the shower area. I was already naked but I could see my locker - at least before she turned the water on, hotter than I like, but steamy enough it would shield us from casual view if someone were to walk in. I let her stroke me for a few more seconds, my own hands cupping her ample breasts. They were big and soft and plush and I could've spent a lifetime with my face buried between them, but she had other plans.

Before I knew it, my back was against the wall of the shower and Laura was rubbing her girlcock back and forth against my balls. It felt outrageously good and I moaned. That time, she didn't bother covering my mouth and just let me get it out, the full feeling of being a slut for my girlfriend washing over me while her thickness spread my balls apart, working them like thigh-fucking a girl. Back and forth she seesawed, moaning and licking my nipples, dragging her teeth along my skin, her hand stretching and peeling my cock's skin. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her tits with the other, encouraging her to go as hard as she liked.

Apparently though, Laura, the brown-haired minx, needed a different angle for that and stooped down to grab under my knee, lifting my leg up as she speared my hole once more. This time it was different, taking me from a different angle, one that left my balls to slide along her shaft as she moaned and I whimpered. "Fuck Laura... it's so good... fuck me."

"Fuck you harder?"

"Uh-huh, I want it harder."

"Deeper?"

"Yes please, go deeper."

"You don't mind me going bareback a second time, do you?"

"No, just fuck me... fuck, it's so good... I don't care if you're raw..."

"Good, because I'm gonna shoot so much in you," she gritted her teeth and slammed herself deep, "I'm gonna get you pregnant."

Her boast was obviously just a bit of dirty talk, but it still made me cum, spilling my seed all over her hand she had wrapped around my dick, blasting it along the underside of her tits and all over her belly before the shower water washed it away. My eyes were closed tight and I kept right on moaning like a whore, my girlfriend's tight fist growing tighter as she worked out every last drop from my balls, then went over the head, squeezing it and rolling it around with her palm, fucking me harder at the same time.

Girls are such good multi-taskers.

Our little shower rendezvous was brief by necessity; the water had the odd effect of making things dry and she'd left her lube elsewhere. But we had a bit of time and she used it oh so well, slam fucking my ass from the front standing position like we were cellmates doing life in prison, slurping and licking all over my chest, leaving bite marks across my skin. It would be hard to explain to anyone who saw me afterwards that I wasn't attacked by a cannibal, but I didn't care. My only concern was feeling another raw load dumped inside me, trying to use my body to bring my girlfriend off like a firecracker.

Before long, the burning set in, but I stuck with it, grunting louder and with more intensity while Laura abandoned my chest in favor of dirty talking her way through it, "That's it baby, stick with me. You're so fucking good, I'm gonna cum for you. Do you wanna wear it on your face this time?"

My mouth was already hanging open, "Yeah, paint my face. I want to wear that nut."

"You're gonna look like a tramp."

I came again, this time from having my ass fucked. It wasn't really worth writing home about, but I jerked and shuddered around her, my hole clenching tight just as she bottomed out and pulled back. There were no words, no exhortations, just furious mutual grunting and groaning, each of our bodies giving in for the other. Not much came out of my prick - and what little did just rolled down the shaft - but I could feel the way the additional tightness took hold of her silky smooth and femmy dick, milking out her spunk for a second time. There was a little pain, sure, but the slight burning was more than worth the wet fullness she packed into my ass, hitting my prostate and stretching out my climax even as my balls finally ran dry.

It was an orgasm for the ages, that's for sure. And I'm willing to bet Laura would say the same thing. She wrenched herself out of me, my tight ring stretching out along her length until it finally released the bulbous glans of her girlcock. I could feel the cool air on my hole as I knelt down, watching her member's tip flare wide as tasty white goodness came bursting out, splattering across my face and onto my extended tongue. I moaned every time I felt her nut covering my skin, the way the first few ropes actually ricocheted off. And Laura had so much to give, groaning and pumping her girlcock hard, giving me everything I wanted and more.

With a deep sigh of satisfaction, she shook out the last few drops onto my hair and bent over to kiss my cummy forehead.

***

The next Monday was all kinds of backslapping and attaboys for Wallis, with nary a glance given my direction. It didn't bother me; playing a supporting role meant, well, supporting your teammates. Even if those teammates were assholes who would just as quick skeeve on your girlfriend. What did bother me, however, was Zeke.

"OK man, you gotta tell me," he began, putting his hand on my locker door so I couldn't just close it and walk away, "What's the deal with you and Laura?"

"What's to tell? We're dating." I replied, trying to add an air of finality to my voice, "What else do you think there is?"

His eyes lit up, "Oh come on, you know... the thing!"

I raised an eyebrow like Spock and gave him a lingering stare, "The... thing?"

"You know," suddenly his hands were off my locker, motioning frantically in the air, "Th-the-the-the thing!"

"What Zeke is trying to say," Octavia, my savior and personal Jesus Christ, said as she arrived, "Is that he wants to know what her breasts feel like. He's just very much failing at using his words." She smiled at him in a sort of innocuous manner then traced a finger along his ear. That was a good way of getting any guy's full and undivided attention.

I liked Octavia; she had a good head on her shoulders and if not for Laura, I'd probably be dating her instead. Or trying to at least. She wasn't the classical all-American beauty but had high standards.

"But - if I remember correctly, tell me if I'm wrong Zeke - he has a GIRL-FRIEND already," the black girl practically shouted as she twisted his ear, hard, adding extra emphasis by separating girlfriend into two distinct words. Zeke's face twisted in pain to match his ear.

"Ow, ow ow ow, OK, alright, ow, ow, Octavia stop, ow, ow ow!"

The gossiping shit looked comical and I had to smile at Octavia's brash nature.

She smiled back at me and let go of his ear, "Next time you ask about another girl's tits, I'm going to do much worse than your ear: I'm going to tell your girlfriend."

Just in time as well; the moment Zeke meekly walked away, Laura came down the nearby stairwell, "Hey Octavia, hey Andy!"

Her curvy body seemed to flow right into my arms while the skirt she wore was practically leading my eyes around on a leash with the way she filled it. "So Andy, I wanted to let you know, don't wait up for me afterschool. I volunteered to clean the coach's office," her leg went inside of mine and her thigh rubbed against my balls. I was sure Octavia could tell, but she showed nothing on her face.

"Cleaning the coach's office is a lot of work, you need some help?"

"Mmm, that would be greaaat."

I take back what I said; life is fair.

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