“Harder Brandon, Harder, Hardeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr…” Rebecca began to move her hips. Her whole body was shivering.
“Im gonna cum Brandon, pleaaseeeeeee hardddderrrrrrrrrrrr, I’m gooonnnnaaaaaa cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” I can feel Rebecca’s pussy release a hot liquid. She was catching her breath.
I grabbed Amanda and began to fuck her again. Rebecca was beside us and trying to regain her strength.
“Oooohhh, Brandon, more,more mooooooooooooooooreeeeeeee.” Amanda gave out a long moan.
“Fuck me Brandon, fuuuckkk meee, hardderrr, fuuuckkkk…” Amanda’s breathing became faster and faster. I know she’s about to cum. I pounded her faster.
I can feel my hard cock in her tight wet pussy. This was even better than what I planned for the prom night. This was far better than anything I’ve ever imagined.
I started caressing Rebecca’s pussy while still on top of Amanda. Rebecca was still all wet down there. She began to moan again. I inserted my finger inside Rebecca’s wet pussy. Her perfect tis were so inviting. It was just how I expected them to be. Round, perfect and with small nipples.
“Oooooh, shhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt, Brannnddddddddddoooon” Amanda tried to fight it but she gave out a loud moan. Hot fluid began to flow outside her pussy.
I removed my still hard cock in Amanda’s pussy and shoved it inside Rebecca.
I pounded her like crazy. I can feel the warmth of Rebecca’s pussy.
I squeezed her perfect tits and sucked her nipples. I sucked her nipples like I was a little baby trying to get milk from her mom’s boobies.
Amanda came closer. She started sucking her Mon’s nipples.
Fuck, it made me hornier. This was even better than the three some fantasies I have. Rebecca started moaning again. She began moving like a snake. Amanda used her tongue to play with my cock while I was still pounding Rebecca. She used her fingers to play with Rebecca’s clit.
“ooooohhhhhh yyyyeeeessss, fuuuucccckkk, Immmm gooonnnaaa cuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmm” That was the loudest moan I’ve heard from Rebecca.
“Round 2 Amanda” I looked at Amanda and pointed my penis towards the entrance of her pussy. My cock entered her wet pussy with ease.
“Fuck, your tight Amanda” I started to pound her faster and faster. “Fuck, Amanda, fuck your tight.”
“Oh, Brandon, fuck me more, harder, harder, fuck me Brandon” Amanda grew even hornier. She has completely surrendered to the dictates of her body.
Rebecca stood up and joined us again. This time she returned the favor to Amanda. She played with Amanda’s clit while my penis moved back and forth inside her tight wet pussy.
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeessssss, yeeees, yeeesssss” Amanda was breathless.
“Okay ladies, my turn.” I looked at both Amanda and Rebecca.
They both walked towards me. Rebecca went straight down to my hard cock and started sucking it. Amanda began to kiss me.
Amanda joined her mom and also started leaking my cock. Fuck, I can feel a tingling sensation on my penis. Amanda was sucking my cock while Rebecca was leaking my balls. Then they alternately suck my cock. They transformed into cock hungry bitches. Fuck, the feeling was great. The tingling sensation became stronger. I’m about to cum.
“That’s it bitches, more tongue” I ordered both of them. ‘Fuck, I’m going to cum, fuuuuckkk, I’m cummminng”
We all fell asleep after I came and had a threesome breakfast the next day.
Summer Lessons
It’s Saturday night, but for some reason, I’m home all alone and bored out of my skull. My parents had gone to this two-day seminar somewhere North, and they won’t be back until Monday afternoon. My older brother, Kirk, had gone for a weeklong vacation with his college buddies and won’t be back until—oh, I don’t know, and I don’t really care. For two days I have the entire house to myself. Well, there’s our German shepherd, Loki, whom I love to death. Loki usually keeps to himself, though, unless said person is Kirk. And Kirk isn’t here.
I’ve been immersing myself in nothing but television for most of the day, and now I’m bored to death. I glance at the clock on the wall. It reads 9:45 PM. Good Lord. I should’ve been out with Trish and the rest of the gang tonight, dancing our asses off to the latest music spun by one of the country’s most notable DJs. But here I am, ass glued to the couch and with nothing but the remote control for company. I look around the living room. No sign of Loki. He must have retired to his nook under Kirk’s room, which is upstairs.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door. I frown. It’s almost ten o’clock in the evening. Who could it be? My folks had told me countless of times about the dangers of strangers and stuff, so instead of opening the door right away, I simply raise my voice and call out, “Who is it?” in my most “Don’t give me bullshit and I won’t give you any” voice.
“It’s Mr. Pike,” answered the person at the other end of the door.
I get off the couch frantically and run my fingers through my tousled blond hair. It’s Mr. Pike! He’s our hot next-door neighbor who works as a high school teacher during the day and does some odd jobs during the night. Basic housekeeping stuff is Mr. Pike’s specialty. Broken pipes, squeaky hinges, doorjamb problems, and such are what he deals with when he’s not donning his serious-looking glasses and even-more-serious-looking coat and tie.
But despite the awful fashion sense, Mr. Pike is hot, and I don’t mean that in an offhand kind of way. He really is smoldering hot. Even Trish, Vern, and Rachel think so, and those chicks are the pickiest chicks on the planet. What makes Mr. Pike—whose first name is Andrew, by the way—even hotter is the fact that he doesn’t know how hot he is. I mean, seriously.
Mr. Pike is around 6’3” tall. He’s blond too, although his hair’s a darker shade of yellow than mine. He has blue-green eyes, shoulders so broad Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars can rest on them, and a chest so toned a girl could faint just by looking at it. Okay, the last bit (something Rachel coined) is an exaggeration, but it just goes to show how completely gorgeous the man is. His severe suits don’t give away his figure, but I’ve seen him shirtless one time. It was an accident, I swear.
It happened one rainy afternoon, just roughly a week ago, I think. Everyone but yours truly was inside. I think I was trying to get Loki inside (Kirk’s already in college, in case I haven’t mentioned). The dog was busy trying to corner a cat or something, and I didn’t want to get him all soaked. He leaves messy prints on the floor, see, and Mom goes nuclear when Loki does that. Anyway, I was trying to woo him inside when I spied Mr. Pike out of the corner of my eye. Instinctively I looked in his direction, and oh my Lord, if it wasn’t the most sculpted chest I saw!
Apparently Mr. Pike was trying to keep something out of the rain as well, just like what I was doing with Loki. I forgot all about the rain the moment my eyes landed on Mr. Pike’s delicious chunk of a chest. My breath hitched. I felt my nipples perk up and begin to strain against the thin cloth of my spaghetti-strapped top, and a delicious slice of lust cut through the place between my legs. Mr. Pike, after rushing inside the house bringing something I couldn’t quite make out, came into view again. His awesome chest was made even more awesome with the glistening drops and splotches of rain on them.
Without even knowing it, my tongue had crept out from the corner of my mouth and run across my lips. I felt my panties start to get soak. I knew it was crazy, being completely turned on by the sight of my shirtless next-door neighbor who happens to be a teacher as well (beauty and brains, oh, what a deadly combination!), but it was happening. Loki and the rain escaped from my mind. My eyes were glued to Mr. Pike and his lush body. I couldn’t think of anything else but him.
Mr. Pike must’ve sensed someone watching. Just as my tongue made its run across my lips for the second time, Mr. Pike turned. His blue-green eyes met my dark-blue ones. Our gazes locked for a full second before my dad hollered from inside telling me to get right in with Loki or else we�
�ll be a soaking mess. I blinked the second Dad called out, and that blink broke whatever connection Mr. Pike and I had at that moment. I saw he was wearing jeans. I’m not totally sure, but I could’ve sworn I saw something bulge inside his well-fitting jeans. I’m not an idiot. I know what that bulge meant, but some part of me suggested my eyes could be playing tricks on me.
“I mean, come on. You’re only sixteen years old. How could someone as good-looking and accomplished as Mr. Pike have the hots for someone like you?” the voice said. “No offense, you know you’re hot in your own way. But let’s face it. Mr. Pike is out of your league. He’s just way out there. Besides, his morals are so intact, it would take a dozen axes to break them down. No way is he going to hit on a kid like you.”
For the following days that followed, I believed everything the voice said. It was right. I know I’m gorgeous in my own right, and I’m not being conceited here. I know of practically hundreds of boys who would back up that claim. Also, I’m not blind. I know what I see when I look in the mirror. More importantly, I like what I see.
But I don’t think I’m as gorgeous as my friends. Trish, Vern, and Rachel? Those girls are total bombshells. The hundred boys I told you who could affirm my gorgeous state? My three friends could find a hundred more of those hundred boys. They’re that gorgeous. They too know how sizzling they are, but thankfully, they don’t let the fact get over their pretty heads. My best girlfriends are nuts about sex (we all are, to be honest), but they’re not afraid to get down and dirty too, both literally and metaphorically. My friends and I are suckers for sports, and that’s what drives the boys even wilder. Hot chicks and sports just don’t mix, but my friends and I have defied that belief. No wonder we’ve got boys and men hot on our heels.
Except for Mr. Pike, that is.
I never saw Mr. Pike again after that rainy “encounter.” I’ve told the girls about the whole thing, and they all say the same thing: Mr. Pike likes me. They’ve seen him a couple of times when they came over. Of course they think he’s the bomb. They also think he’s way too old for them, or any of us, for the matter. In other words, they’re not interested.
“Well, thank goodness,” I had joked then.
I sure am not in a joking mood now. In fact, I am feeling something that I could almost classify as panic but not quite. I am all alone in the house with nothing but a huge wooden door separating me from the stuff of which my night and carnal dreams are made of. I gaze at the shut door for a few more seconds, debating between this and that? I have some dim plan in mind, but I don’t think I can find the guts with which to carry it out. I’ve been pining and lusting for Mr. Pike the minute I shot into puberty. Surely the forces in the universe must’ve conspired to make this once-in-a-lifetime encounter happen.
I moisten my quivering lips with my excited tongue and take a deep breath. It’s now or never. My dignity is at stake, and I decide not to try anything funny tonight with Mr. Pike. I will act like the nice, respectable teenaged next-door-neighbor. I take another deep breath.
I walk over to the door and swing it open.
My jaw drops open at the sight that greets my eyes, which are wide open with surprise.
It was Mr. Pike at the door, all right, but that’s where the familiarity stops. Mr. Pike is standing outside the door with nothing but a pair of gray boxer shorts on. The fabric, although pretty thick, did nothing to conceal the huge bulging thing between Mr. Pike’s legs. I’m seeing his cock—or hints of it, but it’s his cock, it’s the same thing—for the first time ever, and up close at that.
“Mr. Pike,” I say helplessly. My eyes take in the rest of him. He’s obviously shirtless, but he must’ve rubbed something on his skin because he’s all dewy and glistening in a very sexy kind of way. His blond hair is all fixed up, and suddenly the irony dawns on me: Mr. Pike got his hair fixed in his usual teacherly way, but he got his body fixed in a completely different way. Innocent meets devilish, or something like that.
I feel like I did when I first saw him without his shirt on. A slice of delicious pleasure cuts through me, and I do my best not to shiver. It’s the perfect summer night; no wonder Mr. Pike looks completely at ease even without a hint of clothing on him. Save for the boxers, that is, but they don’t count.
Mr. Pike sees me looking at him in a hungry kind of way. He smiles, and I don’t know if it’s a smile of approval or disapproval.
“Andrea,” Mr. Pike says.
I remember my resolve to be the perfect teenaged next-door neighbor. I clear my throat. “Mr. Pike, hi. Um, what can I do for you?”
He raises an eyebrow at that, and unable to help it, I blush furiously. The question doesn’t sound so good. “I mean, what are you doing here?” I correct myself.
“I’m here to teach you a lesson, Andrea,” Mr. Pike answers with all seriousness.
I am baffled with his reply. Him, teach me a lesson? I get that he’s a teacher, all right, but he doesn’t have anything to do with me at all, and vice-versa. Despite the waves of lust coiling all over my body, I frown. “Thanks, Mr. Pike, but I don’t think I need any lessons from you or from anyone else. It’s summer, I don’t have school, and even if I do, my grades are perfectly fine.”
He goes on as if he hasn’t heard a single word I said. “I said I am here to teach you a lesson, Andrea. You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
His words sound scary, but they excite me more than scare me. The waves of lust grow in number and coil tighter, and I feel something gush out from my cunt. I realize I’m wet. And to think Mr. Pike hasn’t even done anything yet.
I open my mouth to tell him I have no idea what he’s talking about when he closes the distance between us with a swift single step and plants his mouth over mine. Mr. Pike, soft and gentle as he looks, is not a delicate kisser. He kisses me hard, almost furiously. His lips are a force to reckon with against my surprised puckers. He nibbles on my upper lip then chews on my lower one the next second. He runs his tongue all over my lips and over my lip corners.
I am stunned. Is this really Mr. Pike? The respectable high school teacher from next door? Could he really be kissing me torridly at my doorstep, in full view of the whole neighborhood, with nothing but a pair of gray boxers on? His actions and his kiss take me by surprise so much that I do nothing for a few minutes, except stand still and let him kiss my lips like mad.
With his lips playing with my own, Mr. Pike gets busy with the rest of his body. He presses his large solid chest against mine. I feel his body heat through my thin shirt. I’m not wearing a bra. I don’t wear any when it’s just me, meaning when Kirk’s in college. My breasts, particularly my nipples, react to Mr. Pike’s body heat. My peaks stir from their slumber and begin to awaken. The tips graze against the thin fabric of my shirt, and right into Mr. Pike’s chest. He must’ve felt them, because he let out a groan into my mouth and presses himself even harder against me.
Mr. Pike runs one hand all over my back. The other runs all over my front. He kicks things off from the waistband of my cutoff shorts. He let his finger run over and inside the soft fabric of my shorts, grazing my delicate skin there ever so lightly. His touch, although light, drips with eroticism. It is my turn to moan in his mouth, and I do that exactly.
The element of surprise has gone out from my system, only to be replaced by waves of lust so massive, they have become a single force. I surrender to the giant wave. I let it consume me. I let myself drown in it, and the drowning is fine.
Mr. Pike’s hand is on my belly button this time. His fingers circle it gently, sometimes dipping a finger or two inside its cup. Then his fingers travel upward, toward where my ribs are, and into the underside of my moderately sized breasts. I like to think they’re my best asset. My boobs may not be the biggest out there, but they’re not mere lumps and bumps either. I think they’re just right in terms of size, and Mr. Pike seems to echo the sentiment when he cups one breast with his hand.
“Mr. Pike,” I say breathlessly, and he answers by giving
my boob a hard squeeze. I gasp and stiffen. What did he do that for?
Mr. Pike breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear. “You deserve to be punished. You’ve been a bad girl, Andrea. I’ve seen you look at me that way last week. Do you think I let such naughty acts go unpunished?” He places his thumb against my nipple and plays with it while the other fingers squeeze some more.
The squeezing hurts, but it also turns me on. Mr. Pike is just so hot! “Yes, Mr. Pike,” I answer, as I moan again when Mr. Pike presses his thumb against my erect nipple. I arch my back and wrap a leg around his waist. Mr. Pike’s hand, the one that was running all over my back, gives my ass a hard smack.
“What was that for?” I ask, sounding like a whiny little girl.
“That was for being a cunt,” Mr. Pike answers. Then he lifts me off and brings me inside the house, kicking the door shut behind him and placing me on the couch.
Lying on the couch and facing him, I finally understand Mr. Pike and his games. I decide to play along. The smacking and pinching hurt, but surprisingly, they turn me on too. I feel my underwear getting more soaked by the minute. Without waiting for Mr. Pike to say a word, I reach inside my denim shorts and feel my pussy. I am right. I am absolutely dripping. It turns me on so much, I let out another moan.
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