Cindy Gets Lucky, Friday

Friday, Before School, I Get Dressed

I hope he fucks me.

But then, how will I eat his cum? Should I eat it out of my pussy? I wonder if it will taste as good?

Does my pussy taste good? I mean, it smells okay, but, I don't know that I've ever... I could find out... I am very very wet... And naked... And flexible...

But he could come into the sound booth at any moment! I'm not supposed to finger myself, I promised. I'll just wait for him.

Does eating myself out count?

... Being blindfolded naked up here is making me so fucking horny... And I can hear people! In the distance, but still. It was so quiet when I got in earlier... It must've been half an hour ago? People have definitely started showing up...

Ka-chunk.

Oh fuck, someone is here. Is it him? Why isn't he saying anything?

I'll just sit here, legs wide in the chair. It's gotta be him. Anyone else woulda said something.

Right?

Fuck this is so fucking...

"C'mon." It's him! I'm standing up and... Down, oh, on my knees, okay. Hey, what's this? His hoodie? For my knees! How thoughtful!

"Holy fuck, Cindy," He's standing so close! "Do you have any idea how hot you are?"

"Thank you Master..." I murmur, blushing.

"I mean it, you're... Hotter than porn hot. Movie star hot. Hotter than that." Was that a zipper? "You're beyond hot. You're so beautiful it hurts."

I lick my lips. My mouth is literally watering. I think I can smell his cock in front of me. If I just let my mouth open up, I wonder if he will...

"I mean, it's not just your tits..." Mmm, is that the tip of his cock teasing my nipples? Fuck, blindfolds suck! "Which are absolutely incredible, just, perfect pear perkiness. And your ass! Oh my god, I could cum just thinking about that ass..." He's tracing the tip up and down my cleavage and it's driving me insane... Oh my god, did I just drool on it!?

"Heh." Oh my god, I so did and he so noticed. "You even make drooling so hot I want to fuck you..." Ah! He followed the drool up to the tip of my tongue with the tip of his cock... Just lean forward a little and... "Not just yet, babe..." Mngh, he swiped it along my cheek.

"Yes Master..." I pout.

"Your face is a portrait of beauty." One he's painting with the head of his cock and my drool... Or is that more than just drool...

"Your cheeks, your chin, your nose..." He traces each in turn, "your lips..." No leaning forward this time... "Good girl." Mmm, he's lingering on my dangling tongue, I can taste it, it's not just drool...

"But more than just the most incredible body I've ever even imagined, you're brilliant." He's stroking it now! He's stroking his cock with the tip pressed against my tongue! Fuck this is so hot...

"You crush it in every subject. Math. English. Chemistry. Fuck, you can even act superbly!" He's stroking it to how smart he thinks I am... And it tastes so good... Must... Not... Suck... Cock...

"You're an incredible girl. Amazing. I cannot express how unimaginably lucky I feel when I just get to be around you... I..." He pulled away, no!

"Ngh..." Did he just... Oh, my tits, he's cumming on my tits! Fuck, it's so hot when it's fresh! Maybe my tits are just cold from being out? It's more than warm... And so much! "Fuck, Cindy, you're so fucking awesome." Is he done?

Oh! "Mmmmgh..." He's letting me taste the last of it right from his cock! Fuck, it tastes even better fresh! Jesus I want more! Why isn't there more!? His cock feels so big and warm and soft in my mouth... It feels so good...

Aww, he's gone...

"Your orders for today are to wear that all day long. Of course, under the clothes you have here. Be my good girl and you'll be very happy later."

I smack my lips and lick them, savoring that sensation of his cock in my mouth. "Yes, Master."

"Now, count to sixty, and get to class! You're gonna be late!"

One... Two... Ka-chunk...

He's gone...

...

Twenty... Twenty one...

The cum on my tits is getting cold now...

...

Forty four... Forty five...

Fuck I'm so horny... Gotta be a good girl...

...

Sixty.

Off with the blindfold and, uh, I prolly ought to get dressed...

In my...

Oh... My...

He took my clothes!

And left his hoodie...

Wow, there is a lot more cum on my tits than it felt like.

Woah.

Friday, Second Period, I Stay After Chemistry

"Thank you for staying after class, Cindy." Like I had a choice, you were holding my test hostage.

"Sure thing, sir." I smile sweetly, crossing my legs under my desk. Master's hoodie reaches down to mid-thigh, no one can tell that the only thing on me under it is cum.

"I wanted to talk about your grade." My heart sinks, but he walks up next to me and sets it down and I just blink. That can't be right.

102/100. I got more than perfect? There wasn't even extra credit.

"I don't think I've ever done that good..." I open the exam and start paging through. Oh, he really liked the way I figured out the other yields in this reaction... No one else did that, huh? Oh, he didn't ask for it, ha.

"You earned this grade." Oh. By showing off my tits in that top. I see now. "By studying and paying attention." Now I'm just confused. "I don't know how you did it, but you blew this test away. Crushed it. This is some of the finest work I've ever seen a student in my class do. No joke."

I guess maybe I was just able to really concentrate... Bees and such...

"And I asked you to stay because I wanted to speak to you about something personal. I want to emphasize that your performance here has nothing to do with your outfit."

Hmm.

"You are clearly a very smart young lady. And I appreciate your more appropriate outfit today. You don't need to show off your body to try and convince me to give you a good grade. You earned this grade by being a smart, hard worker, not by being a slut."

A slut... But, I mean, maybe it kinda was the slut thing, though? Just not for your benefit.

For mine.

Hmm.

I don't think I care for his tone.

"Oooh!" I reach out and wrap my arms gently around him, forcing him to stumble toward me as my hands land oh-so-nonchalantly on his ass. "I can't believe I finally did so well on one of your exams!" I squeeze him into my chest, my bra-less breasts soft enough to feel him getting quickly hard in front of me.

I press the attack! "I've been working so hard in your class all year," I look up at him, my tits still firm against his now-bulging pants, my hands still casually gripping his butt cheeks, "and I've been studying extra hard, I'm always thinking about your class and your lectures and how good you are at explaining things and how grateful I am for how you make sure we all understand."

I press my face into his stomach, nuzzling him as an excuse to grind my tits back and forth against his cock. "And to know that you didn't let anything influence you yesterday, nothing at all, to know that you were able to stare at my bare tits down my shirt, you could see my embarrassingly large, dark nipples, and it didn't change my grade one bit, to know I earned this score!"

I waggle my shoulders pointedly against his cock. "That even now, with me again braless under this hoodie, with my tits batting your tantalizingly stiff cock back and forth, us secluded here in your classroom, just out of sight, where no one could see us, that you still respect me and science enough not to let it influence you!"

"Um, yes, I-" He finally pries himself away from my grip, and I grin at his obvious erection.

"Because I like to think I can compartmentalize too!" I interject, brusquely swinging my leg up onto the desk, Master's hoodie riding up and completely baring my very wet pussy.

"Even when I'm 'appropriately dressed' in almost nothing at all, and the sight of your cock getting hard for me is making my pussy achingly wet..." I slide two fingers down to part my lips before pressing inside with a gasp and a sigh.

"Even when I'm a horny slut, I can still also be smart and hard working." I smile up at him. "I can be just as good at your chemistry exams as I am at sucking your cock." I reach out and wipe my wet fingers on the front of his pants, leaving a dribbling trail of my juices along his bulge as I pull myself up out of my seat.

I step close enough to feel his cock pressing into me once more and whisper up at him. "And clearly I'm really, really good at your chemistry exams..."

I simply smile up at him, our bodies uncomfortably close. He swallows and I can feel it in his cock.

I grab my exam and my bag and step off toward the door. "So, that's all to say, I'm just really, like, super glad to hear that you can compartmentalize, too!" I waggle my still-damp fingers goodbye at him and head out.

Friday, Lunch, I Skip Gym

Fuck, I need to cum so bad... I've got to stop rubbing my pussy... But I want it sooooo baaad...

I've been in this sound booth for like fifteen minutes, I'm so horny!

Maybe I should take off the hoodie...

Ka-chunk!

Yes, he's here, just hook my knees over the arms of this chair and...

"Oh shit..." Dave!

"Hi Dave!" I jump up. Oh shit, I don't think the hoodie went all the way back down... "How are you! Don't they let you take lunch, Dave?"

"You, uh, shouldn't be up here, young lady, uh, doing..." He swallows, his eyes clearly glued to where my hoodie definitely isn't. "Uh..."

"Doing what, Dave?" I smile sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes. He swallows. "Oh, you're so funny, Dave, calling me 'young lady' like that!" I walk up close to him and put my hand on his chest, "You can call me Cindy!" I straighten his tie. "We're close like that, right?"

"You're not allowed up here, Cindy." He's insistent, but he didn't call me young lady. I can break him.

"Oh, Dave, you know I have a key!" I playfully pat his chest and turn around, bending down to rifle through my backpack and innocently pressing my bare butt cheeks right around his already-hard cock.

"I've got it here somewhere..." I start riding my ass up and down on his shaft, my hoodie falling away up my back to expose just how totally bare I really am under it.

"Um, Cindy, I..." He starts as I moan softly, arching my back enough to grind my pussy against him. Fuck that feels good... "Oh fuck..." He moves behind me.

Is he... He just...

I just made him cum in his pants!

Fuck ya!

"Well, shoot." I drop to my knees and turn toward him, trying not to stare at the shockingly large wet spot now at eye-level. "I can't find it!" I pout, placing my hand right in the middle of it. "I can't imagine you'll let me go, just this once, Dave?" I pull my hand back and bring it to my lips, sighing at that increasingly-familiar, wonderful taste.

"Uh, ya, just this once..." He swallows and I pop up, grinning, and wrap my arms around him.

"Yay! Thank you, Dave!" I say sweetly up at him as he pulls away from me.

"Right..." He slips back out the door and I giggle as I can just imagine him trying to figure out how he's going to make it through the halls.

Now I am much too horny for this hoodie! And I know I've still got that blindfold... Let's get ready for Master!

Toss his hoodie in my bag... Hmm, his cum is all crusty on my tits now, so weird! And I'll just wait naked and blindfolded in the chair for him...

Just... Naked...

Just let my legs dangle open a bit... He'll like that I'm sure!

I'm so horny right now, I know I'm so wet... But, I should check, just to be sure...

Mmm... Ya, definitely wet... Mmm...

Ka-chunk!

Oh shit! I wasn't being bad! I promise!

...

Is it him?

...

It's definitely someone running their fingers along my thighs... "Ngh..." Fuck that's intense...

Mmm... Around my breasts... Teasing my nipples... "Ungh..." Fuuuuuuuck...

"Master..." I start, but his fingers go to my lips, then his hand gently pulls mine up and I stand. I follow his lead, his clothed body brushing against my naked skin, one hand in mine, the other teasing my ass then my tits then a shock up my spine as his fingers brush ever-so-gently up my back.

We walk out of the sound booth, into the catwalks, then through another door. It's terrifyingly bright, and I can feel the regular tile on my bare feet, we're not hidden wherever we are, and I'm still absolutely naked, but far too horny to protest even a little.

Down stairs, each step taking me closer to where people are, my heart picking up, my pussy aching. Then, through a door and up more stairs, the rough non-skid under my feet, then out onto catwalks again. Did we come back to the sound booth?

No... I can hear people. There's other students here! Below us. We must be above backstage.

I didn't even know you could get up here...

"Shhh" he whispers in my ear and I nod. He stops me and places my hand on a table... or, not a table? It's at an angle. A gentle push and I climb up and he guides me onto my back and steps away.

A moment later, his hands lift my ankles up and apart and I feel his body press between my legs. "Fuck me Master..." I whisper.

"Not yet, babe." I can hear his smile at taunting me like this, my naked, painfully aroused body writhing under his tantalizing closeness.

Then I feel something around first one ankle, then the other.

And his body moves away. Then the same thing around my wrists, pulling them down.

And my arms and legs are... Stuck.

I'm on the rack! From the man in the iron mask! This must be some kind of prop storage!

And I'm strapped naked and blindfolded with my ankles in the arm restraints and my arms in the ankle restraints of the partially-functional torture rack built for last year's big production, our peers close enough below us that I can almost make out their conversations.

"Ungh!" And his finger just traced up my thigh! And now tenderly up and down along the sides of my slit. I must be gaping wide and dripping wet, just fuck me already!

As if reading my mind, his body presses into me, his fingers running gentle circles on my clit. He leans in to whisper: "Did you follow directions, babe?"

Directions... What directions?

Oh, right, those directions.

"Yes, Master. I haven't cum since you told me not to."

"Good girl."

I shiver as he says it, aching for my reward. "Make me cum now, Master, please..." I try to grind my hips against his hand, but he pulls it away and I pout.

"Tell me you at least had some fun, though?"

I nod and he lightly massages my pussy mount.

"Did you make your chemistry teacher hard again?"

I nod and he starts gently stroking his finger tips along my lips again. I get it now...

"Surely he couldn't look down your shirt this time..." His fingers graze along just outside where I desperately want them to be. If I tell him what happened, I actually think I'll earn that reward...

"I spread my pussy for him then rubbed my juices on the bulge in his pants..." I gasp as his fingers finally touch wetness. My hips grind again and he pulls away and off me. Suddenly I feel awfully alone, naked and tied up, voices not too far away.

He taunts, "Ah-ah-ah!" I hear him by my head, then something grinds and clicks and my ankles chunk up a few inches.

He's using the rack on me!

My arms don't seem to have been pulled down, but, hey, it is just a prop.

He leans over me again, his fingers once more grazing gently at the tender skin between my legs, but deftly avoiding my hot, wet little pussy.

"So, did you do anything else to earn your reward, babe?"

"Yes..." If I draw it out, maybe he'll go further... "Before you came up, Dave caught me in the sound booth..."

"Oh?" Mmm... He's teasing along the edge of my lips... Mmm...

"I wasn't naked yet, but I did have my legs wide open when he walked in..." Please go in, please please please... "And he definitely saw everything."

"Because you showed it to him?"

"Yes..." Please... "I jumped at first, but didn't cover anything up, and then... And then I bent over to look through my bag and bared my ass to him, too."

Yes! Fuck yes! His fingers are pressing into me, it feels so good... "Mngh..." My hips press forward and his hand leaps away once more and I almost cry. "No, Master, please..." I beg.

"Don't worry!" Grind and chunk and my legs pull up a little higher. Much more and this will be more than just awkwardly uncomfortable... "You don't have to start all the way over..." His body presses back against mine and his fingers tease along my open pussy lips again and I sigh.

"I made him cum, Master." I say, his fingers immediately pressing into my soft, slippery flesh as I bite down on my lip and strain my hips to hold fast. Someone below says something funny and someone bursts out laughing and it's all I can do not to react just as loudly to Master's touch.

"Oh?" His fingers tease up to my clit and back down into my slit, slow, but wonderful.

"I rubbed my ass against him, I was bent over so far my hoodie slid up, and I made him cum in his pants right there behind me, then I turned around and tasted it and it tasted so fucking good, I love cum Master, I love it..." It's all I can do not to writhe beneath him as his fingers pick up the pace.

"Too bad you're still not allowed to cum yourself, hmm?" I'm... Not allowed to? Still? But he's the one fingering me!

"Yes Master..." I bite down again. Fuck!

"Anything else, something that might earn you that privilege?"

"Last night in the middle of the night I went over to my neighbor's house in nothing but my skimpiest panties and drank scotch and took them off and let him touch my pussy and watched him jerk off into my scotch glass and drank it and left my panties there and his cum was delicious too and I need to cum so fucking bad Master please please please make me cum, let me cum, please Master, please!" I whimper.

"Well, well, well," his fingers slide inside me and I gasp. "I certainly think that's earned you a reward! We want to encourage that behavior, for sure!"

I inhale, my heart racing, and feel him pull up off me, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

Then the bell rings.

We're going to be late for class!

...

Who fucking cares...

The drama teacher starts talking loudly below us, but all I can pay attention to is the fact that I just felt Master's mouth close around my clit.

"Oh fuck, Master, oh god..." His tongue flutters on the tip of my tender pussy as his fingers speed their way in and out, a wet slap slap slap that could almost carry to the people below us if anyone was playing close enough attention.

"Cum... Babe... Cum for me..." He whispers hoarsely up between attacks on my clit. "You've earned it..." He reaches up and pulls down my blindfold and there he his, between my thighs, eating me out in broad fucking daylight up here just out of sight, an entire drama class going on below us! If I crane my neck I might almost see someone!

"Fuck yes..." I finally let my back arch and my hips grind and my legs strain (gently) against the chains (it is just a prop still). My breath quickly turns into a shudder as he continues fucking my hungry little pussy with his face and fingers, unrelenting, his pace quickening and deepening as my pussy starts to expand and contact around him.

"Fuck, Master, I'm..." My face tightens and so does my entire body, "Fuck, I'm cumming, Master!" It's everything I can do not to shout it out loud to the theater at large as my spine pumps against him, his eyes smiling up at me and his mouth and hand slowing to a matching grind against my joyous little pussy, as though he loves nothing more than squeezing out every last pulse of orgasm from my body.

"Fuck, Master, that was so good..." I'm breathing heavy, my body limp in the restraints, watching his tongue gently lap at my spent pussy. I lick my lips and grin. "I think I need something refreshing to restore my energy. Hydration. Protein." My mouth is literally watering at the thought of it. "Something delicious. And fresh!" My eyes sparkle as he finally pulls away from my pussy and stands, his erection oh-so-obvious in his jeans.

He looks at me there for a moment, naked on the torture rack prop, and seems to come to a decision. He unzips his pants and drops them and his boxers down, truly baring his erect cock to me for the first time. I can feel my mouth watering just seeing it as he steps up into the edge of the rack, delicately maneuvering around my splayed legs, before kneeling around my torso, his cock resting gently between my breasts as he leans forward above me.

"You want my cum, babe?" He whispers down at me

"Yes, Master." I lick my lips. It's so close that I can smell it now.

"What are you going to do to earn it?" He smiles and I start to get nervous.

"Anything..." I guess a blowjob isn't even worth the load of cum at the end these days... that's inflation for you!

"You promise to earn it?" He says, sternly, his hips almost unconsciously rocking as if for emphasis, sliding his cock between my tits. "By doing anything I say?"

"Yes, Master..." I might actually mean that...

"You can't swallow it now, though." He nods his head to the side, thrusting gently at my chest. "Or spit it out, obviously..."

"I would never!" I gasp in only half mock horror.

"You have to keep it in there until I say you've earned it. You can't talk or drink or anything. Just a mouthful of cum until I say you've earned the reward of swallowing it." His thrusts pause.

"Yes, Master, if you pretty pretty please fill my mouth with cum I will promise not to spit or swallow or talk or anything until you tell me to. I swear it to you, Master." I lick my lips, swallowing for what may be the last time for a while, who knows? "Just please cum in my mouth Master, please..."

"Okay." He pulls up off my chest and leans over my face, the tip of his cock pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and finally, desperately, hungrily slide it around his hot, firm, smooth, mouth-filling shaft, my pussy clenching in response, already ready for more just at the taste of his flesh in my mouth.

It feels truly wonderful having his cock inside me for the first time, and I savor every delicious moment of it. I crane my neck up to take him in deeper, pumping my head along his shaft as fast as I can.

"Better hurry, we're already late to class..." He says above me as I strain against the restraints to take his cock as fast and as deep as I can with each thrust. He angles above me to drive deeper, and I feel like I'm so close to almost taking the entire length when he pulls back.

"Don't swallow, babe..." He whispers and I realize he's almost there. I flicker my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking gently at it with wet little pops until he lets out a very soft sigh and I freeze, cum pouring hot and fresh into me, splattering into my mouth in little bursts of deliciousness.

"Holy fuck, babe..." His hips rock gently as he pumps the last of his sperm into me before slipping out, my lips sealing tight around my precious cargo as he casually wipes the tip of his cock on them. "Fuck you're incredible, Cindy."

He pulls back, his wet, half-hard cock landing between my tits as he rests lightly back on my chest. "You really are, you know that?"

I nod. Can I mm-hmm? I probably shouldn't, he said don't talk. Nodding is probably okay, though, he didn't seem to mind that...

"I know you didn't even know my name until this week, but I've known yours since fifth grade, you know that, Cindy?" He smiles down at me. I just kinda look up surprised at him. I did not know that.

"Not, like, in a creepy way?" He anxiously looks down, away from me, running a finger in circles around my breast. "Like, I've always been impressed by you."

"I've always been... I've always thought of you as someone who was doing things right. Not, like, perfect, not like that, not like... Just, the person we all ought to be. Someone who was truly capable of great things and on her way to do them."

Where did this all come from!?

"That's why I sat next to you in math. It's the only class I can keep up with you in, you and your AP English and Chemistry and stuff. But, like, just being near you I thought some of that awesomeness might, you know... Rub off on me. Maybe."

I am naked chained to a fake torture rack with a mouthful of his cum and his slowly re-hardening cock between my tits with a whole ass drama class literally happening below us and... What is he saying right now!?

"I just... I just didn't expect this?" He breathes deep. "That day, when you, when you flashed me Monday. And then Tuesday, with your panties, I..." He shrugs, pressing his palm against my breast like he's unconsciously kneading at a table deep in thought. "I'm not going to lie, it's not the first time I jerked off thinking of you, but, I don't know..."

I smile. He's jerked off to me before, has he?

"I just, getting to know you this week, and knowing what kind of person you are beyond all this, just, you're so incredible. In every way. Not just the sex, not just being so fucking gorgeous I get hard when you walk in a room, but, like, you're so smart and such a good person and you, like, you yourself, your, like, personality or temperament or whatever, the you I've gotten to know this week in-between the sex stuff, you are the most wonderful sweet smart delightful..."

He exhales and leans into my face, our noses touching as his eyes dart between mine. He pauses, as if struggling to finish his thought.

I just lay there, tied up all weird, trying not to swallow his cum, and stare blankly up at him. What is he getting at with all this?

"I love you, Cindy."

Oh.

He smiles at me, almost laughing. "Fuck, I said it! I actually said it out loud!" He sits up, staring down at me staring up at him. "I love you. I'm in love with you. Everything about you is incredible. I've never even imagined meeting someone like you who would even care about someone like me, and you're..." He shakes his head, then grabs my tits, pressing them tightly around his now-hard cock. "I love you, Cindy. I truly love you." He smiles, then unhooks my ankles before slipping off me and unhooking my wrists.

I pull myself up and about at him.

Do I... love him too?

I...

"You can't talk, so don't even try to tell me what you're thinking." He leans down and rifles through his bag, pulling out my clothes from this morning and handing them to me along with my own bag. I guess he brought it all with us.

"Let's get to math." He smiles and my heart feels light and, yes, yes I think I might.

I really just might...

Friday, Fifth Period, I'm Crushing It

"If I didn't know those were your nipples, there's no way I could tell." He whispers in my ear, and I nod. I had pointed between my eyes and my loose-knit crop top sweater wrapping my braless breasts and he clearly got the gist of my question. Here in the back of the room, it's not like anyone is looking too hard at me anyways, so even between the risky top and the deceptively sheer tights with nothing under them, I'm still actually a lot safer than I feel.

And feeling like that while sitting here in class with my mouth full of cum is... Well, it is certainly having an effect on me! I don't need stiff nipples making themselves painfully obvious at a glance on top of that...

"Alrighty, folks, now I'm going to show you some magic!" The teacher writes the integral of udv is equal to uv minus the integral of vdu on the board. "So, someone proved that, right? Given we know that's true, we can now make lots of integrals way easier!"

I nod, ya, that would be a handy trick in a few places, especially where you can see which v prolly gives you a convenient dv...

"Cindy!" Me? "Why don't you come up here and show us how to apply this to the integral of x times the natural log of x?" He holds out his marker and my eyes go wide.

"Go on, love, you got this!" Master sounds frankly too earnest, but I can't help but smile at his confidence in me. He leans over to whisper: "Just remember that we're all staring at your tits and ass. And don't swallow!"

... so much for being safer than I feel...

I smile to hide my nervousness and pull myself up, walking calmly to the head of the class. I can feel my tits jostling slightly as I walk, and the skin-tight tights feel almost like nothing at all. In fact, they probably look even more like nothing at all than the top does from up close.

But the sensation of thinking that maybe someone I'm walking by is noticing all of this fills my mind so completely that the simple symmetry of the integral of x and the derivative of natural log x coalesces in my head.

I take the marker and write the integral of x natural log x dx on the board and stare at it for a second, absently rolling my mouthful of cum around on my tongue.

"So the trick here is to pick a good..." The teacher starts, but I had this half worked out by the time I got up here, and I just figured out the rest of it now.

I write that it equals x squared natural log x minus the integral of x all over two and that *that* equals x squared over two natural log x minus one quarter x squared and smile and tap the end of the marker on my chin. Then I raise it in a burst of recollection and toss a plus c at the end, looking satisfied over at the teacher.

He takes the marker from my hand, with a likewise satisfied look. "Well done Ms Belle!" He grins, "Very well done indeed!" I turn, smiling, bowing lightly to the class, and trot back to my desk, letting a little more pizazz into my step than before. These tits and ass Master said everyone would be staring at are almost certainly a little more eye catching this time, but I don't care!

I crushed that!

I sit back down smiling, catching Master smiling in awe at me. He leans over, whispering "You are amazing, love, truly amazing."

The teacher goes on for basically the rest of the class explaining what I'd just figured out in the time it took to walk to the board.

Getting bored, I turn to the side in my desk, facing Master and letting my legs part. I feign attentiveness to the lesson, but finally catch Master's eye and dart my eyes pointedly down.

He looks and raises his eyebrows with a grin, leaning over. "Much less subtle than the sweater, love." He whispers and I smirk, propping my foot up on my chair to see if I can make the lack of subtlety even more pronounced.

Based on Master's reaction, I have succeeded!

Shortly, the class ends. As we all start to file out, the teacher stops me. As other kids slip away behind me, he seems smitten with my performance today. And based on his eyes and the front of his pants, in a completely different way than my chemistry teacher.

It's almost like he hasn't even noticed!

"... so, I know it's last minute, but we're short a teammate, and I thought since you're clearly close with Ben, you might be able to jump right in." Wait, who? What? The math team? Who's Ben?

Oh, shit, is that Master's name? Ha!

I'm honestly standing here in a see though crop top sweater and see through tights with a mouth full of cum and that's when I get invited to join the math team?

I nod vigorously. My tits do too, but he doesn't even notice.

...

I'll keep working at it. He'll get there.

Friday, After School, I Have a Boyfriend

I find Master outside the school where we usually start home and tap excitedly on his shoulder, and he turns. I wave my hands and open my eyes wide, trying to convey that I have big news.

"Hey love." He smiles and I inhale, smiling back. "I think you earned that mouthful, don't you?" He nods at me, and my eyes go wider and I nod eagerly back.

I swallow. It's lost its texture and I think it's mostly spit at this point, but I shiver a little nonetheless after the past hour or so of build up to this point. I smack my lips, and boy howdy does my mouth taste a whole hell of a lot like cum now that there's air flowing through it! Wow!

Delish!

"So!" I smile at him. Should I tell him?

...

"So?" He smiles confusedly back at me as we start walking.

...

Not just yet...

"I'm on the math team now!" Less exciting news.

"Oh, for this weekend?" He looks pretty excited regardless, "That's awesome! We could really use you, Anna is sick..."

"Oh." So that's why they're short a teammate.

"And you're a fucking genius, so that'll help a lot."

I grin. "And I'm sure these won't hurt to have along either." I gently smack at my braless boobs, jostling them in the tight knit top.

"I dunno, it's hard to say, I'd probably need a closer look..." He frowns seriously at them and I grin.

"How's this?" I pop my top up at him, baring my large dark nipples to the empty alleyway with a giggle.

"Hmm, still not sure." He reaches out and gently squeezes my breast before sliding his hand up across my nipple and grabbing my top. I help him pull it up over my head, leaving me in nothing but very transparent tights in broad daylight still two blocks from home.

"Oh my god, Master..." I whisper as he stuffs my top in my backpack then crosses in front of me and leans in. "What are you..." His lips close of my nipple as his hands grip my breasts, sucking softly at first, then hard with a loud pop followed by a shocking little nibble as I gasp. "Oh fuck..."

"Better hurry across the street before anyone see you like this, love..." He says, quickly turning and heading into the next alley. My heart jumps and I speed after him, my bare tits bouncing boobily, as it were, as I go.

"I'm not sure they're enough, to be honest." He taps his foot as I make it into the relative "safety" of the next alley. "I really need to see the whole ensemble." I don't get what he means until he abruptly steps up to me and kneels down, shoving my tights down to my thighs and planting another sucking kiss right on my very wet slit, his hands groping at my bare ass this time.

"You know, my parents aren't home for a few hours still..." I bite my lip, looking down at him looking up at me, his tongue exploring between my thighs. He rocks back and I awkwardly step from foot to foot, pulling my tights off the rest of the way, carrying them in one hand and practically dragging him in the other.

Completely naked and unafraid, I race across the last street and into my alley, popping the latch to my yard and pulling him in behind me. My bag and tights fall to the ground as I pull him to me, my hands clutching the front of his shirt as I draw him into a kiss that quickly turns into our tongues shoving against each other.

As his hands slide around my naked body, mine slide down to his pants, awkwardly undoing them and failing so bad at pulling them down that he does it for me, his cock springing free and practically smacking me in the stomach.

I pull out of our wet, sloppy kiss and grip his cock in both hands, distressingly horny as I smile achingly into his eyes before dropping down into the grass, angling my mouth level with his cock.

"You know..." I lick the head and shiver as it tastes as wonderful as it did earlier. "This is where I fingered myself thinking about you the other day..." I run my tongue all the way down his length as I smirk up at him. He clearly liked that!

"I'm glad to hear you like to enjoy the fresh air..." He manages to form a clear, coherent thought. I need to push harder!

"I was dreaming of this cock..." I say before plunging my mouth around it with a soft sigh. I bob my head quickly, gently tugging at the base of the shaft as I feel myself drooling on him.

"Oh fuck Cindy I..." Ah, there we go! Let's keep him off balance!

I wrap my hands around his waist and push. He stumbles slightly as he slips out of my mouth, but quickly gets the message and drops to the ground. I as quickly climb across him, straddling him and immediately sliding his hard, spit-slick shaft into my achingly wet pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, Master..." I shiver once more as I press down onto his cock, the very breath in my lungs feels electric at the sensation of him finally inside me.

My pussy grips his shaft as my hips grind into him beneath me, and I awkwardly lift myself up, feeling my pussy squeeze around the shape of his cock as it slides out and back into me, my breath already turning into quiet little moans. I barely slide up and down him a handful of times before I feel like I'm already losing control.

I step up the pace!

"Uh! Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" I gasp as I bounce greedily up and down on Master's cock. I feel my breasts likewise bouncing roughly, and vaguely realize my voice certainly must be carrying somewhere, but all I see is white hot lust burning outward from inside my pussy. "Oh, fuck, I'm, fuck, yes!"

First my pussy, then my entire body starts to convulse around him below me as I reach orgasm, his still-hard cock unyielding inside me as I barely register that I'm crying out before I collapse onto him.

"Love," Master lifts up from the ground, his arms around me and his cock still inside me, and manages to pull himself standing as my weakened legs grip his hips, "I think I'm ordering you to cum again." He sets me onto my back in the grass and pulls off his shirt before kissing me. I feel myself shiver under his weight, my orgasm still just barely fading. "I mean, if that's alright?"

"Yes, Master..." I mean, he has already cum a few times today, I guess it makes sense a minute or two wasn't quite enough for him... "Fuck me..." I whisper before kissing him again.

His hips pull back and slam into me, shoving his cock in hard and deep and my breath out fast and gasping. Before I remember how to breath, he's out and back in again and I barely manage a gasp as the sound of his cock slapping into me over and over, faster and faster fills the yard, a sharp contrast to the sounds I filled it with the other night.

"Oh fuck, Master, I-" I can already feel another orgasm coming as I squeeze around his cock. He pulls my legs from around him and pushes them up, the angle letting him drive his cock even deeper inside me.

"Fuck, love, I'm gonna..."

"Cum inside me, Master..." I gasp between sharp breaths, "I'm on the pill, please, cum inside me... don't stop..."

"Fuck, babe..." He slams hard and deep and pauses, my pussy pressing around him in tense anticipation, then another thrust, and one more and I feel him burst inside me, like a fountain of warmth, a spark igniting a second wave of pleasure inside my own body, crashing against me with each additional deep, hard thrust that ends in another burst of warmth inside me.

Finally, he stops, and I try faintly to remember what breathing is as I clutch him inside me with all the strength left in my arms and legs. He kisses me and I open my eyes to him.

My body feels wet with both our sweat, and his cock is the only thing keeping his cum from gushing out of my pussy into the grass. I can feel his heart beating against my bare breast, and I smile into his eyes.

"I love you too, Ben." He beams down at me as I say it and then kisses me, my naked body wrapped tightly around his, my pussy staining to keep everything it can inside as long as possible. Our tongues press past each other until he pulls away, smiles, and finally slides free of me.

I breath, heavily, as he collapses onto the grass beside me. I reach down between my still-spread legs and scoop up sloppy, wet fingerfuls of creampie. I pull it up above me, feeling it drip drop into my naked body in little splashes along the way. I sniff it, smile, and slip my fingers into my mouth with a happy little sigh.

"Mmm, so good, you have no idea..." I mutter, sucking noisily at my fingers before reaching down and groping at my very wet slit for another mouthful.

"You really do like my cum, don't you?" Master says, rolling onto his side and watching me gobble it up from my pussy.

"Mmhmm," I suck off another set of wet fingers and reach down for more, "And not just yours, I'm pretty sure I'll like anyone's cum," I nod at him with a very earnest look as I root around in my twice-fucked pussy for another tasty mouthful, "I loved the guy across the street's cum last night!" I pull up my fingers and grin at the flavor.

"About that..." Master reaches down and rubs gently at my clit, his fingers finding their way inside me, "You are an incredible girl who doesn't need anyone's permission for anything..." I cock my knees up and out slightly as his fingers slide in and out of my nicely creamed pussy, "But if you wanna masturbate in the street or fuck the guy across the street or anything you want, know that I'll always love that about you, too."

"That sounds like an order, Master..." I pull his over-eager hand out of me and up to my mouth and suck on it gently.

"Heh, alright." He hooks his fingers gently against my teeth and pulls his hand slowly back, pulling me up, following as he guides me down to his mostly-hard cock. He rolls into his back and I slide my mouth into his shaft.

It's fucking delicious.

"Cindy, I order you to be a horny little cumslut." I mm-hmm my assent as I bob on his cock, "I order you to flash these boobs." He grabs at my breast, "And this pussy," He worms his hand between my thighs where I'm kneeling beside him, and I do my best to pick up the pace, "To anyone and everyone, and to masturbate in the street..." I feel like I'm actually getting his cock pretty deep here... "And... holy fuck, babe... and, uh, I order you to suck and fuck any cock you want... fuck..."

Hehe, he's clearly enjoying this!

I slam down as deep as I can over and over and he mutters softly and I feel him burst gently once more, deep in my throat. I pull back and a little more spurts into my mouth, but I guess I've probably pretty well drained him at this point.

I suck in and pull off his cock with a wet smack, a trickle of drool dangling between it and my mouth as I pull away.

"Yes, Master." I smile down at him as he slowly regains his composure. "But my parents will probably get home at some point, so maybe no more sucking and fucking for right now?"

"I can't wait to hear what you get up to tonight when I meet you here naked tomorrow at, say, seven?" He says, sitting up and grabbing his shirt. "Gotta get to the school for the math team meet, prolly wanna get there a little early to have some fun beforehand."

So I have to do something slutty tonight and meet him out here totally naked on a Saturday? "Yes, Master!" I beam.

Having a boyfriend is awesome!

Friday, Midnight, I Practice

"Actually, I'm a campfire girl, not a girl scout." I flash my eyelashes in mock offense, my hands casually behind my back clutching my little surprise, my tiny vest that's older than my breasts not even pretending to be closed as my bare titties stare up at Jeff. At least I managed to fit the skirt all the way around me, if not around my hips, leaving it a little high... but that just lets me show off this cute thong!

He clearly likes the fit!

"Campfire girl?" He says as I stand there calmly mostly naked on his front porch, off just enough to the left of the doorway to definitely be captured in his little doorbell cam.

"Yup!" I pull one hand up to my vest, pointing at my badges, keeping the other carefully tucked back, out of sight. "I got this creative arts badge for this knot art I did, and I got the environment badge for this tree planting thing I coordinated, and, well," I pause, tracing my fingertips across my exposed nipple, "I could go on, but I'm terribly parched... maybe I could come in for a drink?" I smile, putting my hand back behind me and pushing my bare chest out at Jeff.

"Oh most definitely, Cindy, another Scotch night?" He steps out of the doorway, but I press my body into him anyways as I slide past with a grin. "Or something more complicated this time?"

"Let's start with a little Scotch and go from there?" I smile, slipping into the living room without betraying my secret package, and quickly stashing it under the loveseat before he steps in with the drinks.

He smartly slides in next to me on the loveseat this time, handing me an ample glass of Scotch and raising his, "To erasing another ring video?" He smiles and I giggle.

"May there be many more where that came from!" I sip the liquor and exhale with a shiver. That taste, oh my god, so good, even better than last time? "Is this a different Scotch?"

"Yes!" He looks stunned and I fail entirely to hide my self-satisfaction, "This is a highland single malt, the other night was an Islay."

"Air-luh?" I smirk at him, taking another sip. "Well, no offense to air-luh, but this is way better." I drink much too much for one sip and cough lightly, laughing at myself.

"You know, I've always felt the same." Jeff nods at his glass.

"Oh, and before this stuff gets to my head!" I kick my feet up across his lap like last time and lean back on the arm of the loveseat, "I just wanted to mention that I definitely consent, you know, just do you don't feel like you're taking advantage here."

"Consent to what, exactly?" Now he smirks, sipping, and I shrug.

"Whatever." I casually toy at the hem of my skirt, resting just above my 'eat me' thong. "My boyfriend gave me permission to do whatever I want from now on."

"You need to ask permission?" Jeff frowns.

"No." I smile, "But it's more fun to be able to say that, don't you think?" I lean up into his ear, my bare breasts pressing into his arm, his cock pressing up under my thighs in his lap, and whisper, "Don't you like knowing you have permission to do whatever you want, Jeff?" I kiss his ear lightly, then giggle and fall back, taking another sip.

"I take it this is another pair of underwear your mother shouldn't see?" He runs his fingers across the lettering, just above my little slit, and my hips react hungrily.

"Definitely. I really ought to hide them someplace safe." I sip, "Any recommendations?"

"I could hold onto them for you." I pull myself upright and guide his hand further down, between my thighs, as I shuffle my legs around him to straddle his lap, resting down on top of his fingers, his very hard cock just behind them.

"Oh, what a great idea, I could just kiss you!" With each of us holding a Scotch in one hand and him holding my pussy in the other, I press my open mouth to his, grinding against his fingers as they quickly find my wetness.

I grab his glass and his now-free hand finds its way to my breast as our tongues slide past each other, still grinding my pussy against his hand in his lap.

I pull back with a sighing exhale and slide up off the couch. "Let me set these down..." I stand up in front of him and bend over sharply across his coffee table to set down the glasses, pressing my ass toward his face. "Oh gosh, this is embarrassing again, but you know how these thongs always give me such a wedgie, do you mind?"

I wiggle my mostly-bared ass at him and he reaches up under my very-high skirt, tugging my thong down my legs, and I wiggle my now totally-bared ass. "Thank you, Jeff!"

With how I'm bent, he can surely not just see my asshole, but my obviously wet slit's got to be staring him right in the face. "Say, would you mind being just terribly honest with me, Jeff?" I say, peering back at him around my backside.

"Of course, Cindy." He's definitely smiling!

"Does my ass look toned to you, Jeff?" I try flexing it as I ask.

"Definitely."

"Okay, but, I mean, does it feel toned?" I squeeze again and wonder if my asshole is puckering at him. He reaches up with both hands and grabs my bare cheeks, kneading surprisingly roughly at them.

"It certainly feels great in my hands!"

"Mmm, that does feel great..." It does... I pause as he plays with my ass, then interject, "Jeff? How about my pussy?"

"Is your pussy toned?"

"I mean, does my little teen pussy feel great in your hands too, Jeff?"

He slides a hand between my thighs, one finger sliding easily in my very wet pussy from behind, its siblings massaging at my lips.

"Mmmm..." I sigh.

"Your pussy is delightful, Cindy."

"Mmhmmm..." I murmur, simply enjoying rocking my hips against his fingers for a moment, "Oh, Jeff?"

"Yes?"

"And the taste, Jeff... how's my pussy taste?"

He doesn't hesitate, pulling his finger out to massage at my clit as his face presses into me and his tongue slides into my slit from behind, making me gasp.

"Delicious..." He slips out between long, exploring probes into my very happy little slit.

"How's... mmm... how's your cock, Jeff?" I bite my lip, trying not to let him push me over the edge just yet, "Is your cock nice and hard with the flavor of my young pussy, Jeff?"

"Extremely..." He says and I stand, turning, causing him to fall back against the loveseat as I kneel between his legs, feeling the sloppy wetness between my thighs. I shuffle the tiny campfire girl vest up my shoulders, resting it open against my breasts.

"Show it to me." I smile sweetly up at him, "Pretty please, Jeff, please show me what my tight little pussy has done to your big, tasty cock?" I flutter my eyelashes up at him.

"As you wish..." He grins down at me, undoing his pants and pulling his dick free. It stands before me, poking out, and it smells... delicious...

I want to hesitate, to take it slow, to savor it and build it up... but fuck that!

I press my mouth around his shaft as hard and as deep as it'll go and he practically jumps in shock. I pump my face, feeling like my brains are bouncing around in my head, my tits definitely bouncing against his thighs, greedily devouring his cock, and it's awesome.

... but not good enough... his pants... I want to prove I can get all the way down. If his pants are there, I'm not really all the way!

Slowing and pulling back to the head of his cock, I grip the sides of his pants and he gets the idea, lifting his hips up off the loveseat. I yank them awkwardly down, pausing my bobbing but never taking my mouth off his cock. His pants a tangle at his ankles, I prop my hands on his thighs and pull my chest up, angling my throat a little more in line with his cock.

I can do this.

I push forward and feel it slide easily in, deeply, until my lips press against his hairy crotch. I feel my own hips writhe at the sensation of his cock fully inside me, and grind my face gently against him before pulling up part way and pushing fully back down again.

I'm doing it!

I pull up, lifting my whole torso back, until the head of his cock is just barely in my lips, then press fully down again. It's a whole-body effort to move at the right angle the full length, but I pick up the pace, sliding his entire cock fully in and out of my throat over and over, and I realize he's quickly reaching his limit.

I reach out and grab his hands, drawing them to the back of my head. His fingers slide into my hair and my head bobs on his cock until I feel him burst as I'm sliding down. I press my hand against his and he finally gets the hint, pushing gently but firmly at the back of my head as my face makes contact with flesh and his hips grind gently against me, his cum streaming into my throat in spurts.

Thinking he's done, I try to pull up for some much needed air, but he holds me in place, pumping a few more thrusts deep into my throat before finally releasing me. I slide off his quickly softening cock and cough slightly, cum and spit dribbling from my sloppy, cum-streaked face down to his sloppy wet cock.

I snort a laugh at the mess, wiping my face on my campfire girls' vest and run my tongue along his soft cock, lapping up the mix of my saliva and his semen. I suckle the tip of his cock with a noisy slurp, and rock back into my haunches, grinning a shining wet grin up at him.

"Not bad for my first deep throat, eh?" I waggle my eyebrows confidently and he looks down at me in stunned silence. "I'll take that as agreement!" I giggle, pulling myself up and climbing onto his lap, resting down until I feel his wet cock against my also-wet pussy.

"Do you think my tight little pussy can make your big, tasty cock hard, Jeff?" I slide my pussy gingerly against his lap, leaning into his ear and whispering, "Don't you want to cum inside me again?"

"Most definitely." Jeff grabs my ass and lifts me up and I shriek lightly and laugh as he stands, picking me up easily and laying me on my back on the loveseat, legs splayed in the air. He smiles down at me, rubbing his fingers roughly against my wet slit, massaging at my clit, before crouching down and pressing his tongue into me.

"Oh fuck..." I murmur as he laps at my pussy, his fingers sliding into me as his tongue starts working at my clit. "Oh fuck yes..." I grind gently against him as he picks up his pace just slightly, pushing two fingers now deep in and out of me as he suckles gently at the tip of my slit.

It's only a moment at this before he pulls up off my pussy, his face wet with my juices, his cock stiff once more. I pull myself upright, my fingers slide along his shaft, caressing his balls as they tease the soft skin of his hard cock.

"You know, I'm terribly parched, you should go make me one of those fiendishly complicated drinks you suggested earlier..." I lean in, kissing the tip of his cock, grinning, "Impress me and it'll definitely be worth it..."

"Uh, sure thing, Cindy, coming right up?" He steps back and turns, looking confused. I watch his ass until it's out of the room and jump up, reaching under the couch for my little surprise.

A rope.

Of course, I've already prepared the knots. Just need to lay it out and adjust the lengths, and loop my feet in... nice and snug... perfect! Ready for him!

I think better of it as I adjust my weight waiting and slide a little throw pillow under my stomach...

"What's this?" Jeff, evidently looking to surprise me too, walks in totally naked and smirks at me in my too-small campfire girl skirt and vest bent over the arm of his loveseat, my ass in the air and my face tilted down into the cushions.

"I told you I got that badge for my knot-y skills, didn't I?" I jostle my broadly-spaced feet and he glances down, seeing the rope looped around them and routing out either side of the couch and under and up the other side, where I've slipped my hands into likewise knots. "It's all slip knots that will tighten when you pull that end right there..." I nod at the two end pieces dangling out from under the middle of the loveseat. "Give it a tug!" I smile.

"Naughty skills indeed..." He sets a colorful drink on the table and reaches down to grab the rope. He considers it for a moment, then looks at my arms and tugs gingerly. I can feel it on my wrists, but not enough to go tight.

"Harder!" I smile at him, insistent, and he shrugs, jerking hard at the rope. I squeak as I definitely feel that one yank right through to my pussy, my arms going out straight across the loveseat, my ankles cinching tight into its feet. "Ah! Fuck, that feels good, I'm..." I pull at my arms, trying to twist free, and fail, "... stuck." I shiver at the thought... "Whatever will you do with my tight, young body now, Jeff?"

"You know," Pulled taut across the loveseat, I'm hanging above the seat cushions, my tits dangling below me and my head to the side to talk to Jeff, right below cock height. As he considers his options, he rests his stiff cock on the side of my face, tracing his fingers delicately down my back between the bottom of my vest and the top of my skirt. "I made you a pretty tasty drink..." I try to turn my head to slip his cock in my mouth and fail.

"I guess you could untie me and I could try it, if you really want..." He reaches under me and runs his fingers just as delicately around my hanging breasts, teasing softly at my nipples.

"Maybe in a few minutes..." He teases the head of his cock just out of reach of my reaching mouth as he tweaks gently at my nipples. Then he shrugs, picking up the glass and dipping his cock in it, bringing it over to my mouth and sliding himself in.

"Mmmm..." I suckle at his cock. The drink really does seem like it would taste good, even without his cock. He pulls his cock away and I pout. "That does taste good!"

"Told you..." He traces his fingers down my back as he sets down the drink and walks around behind me, letting both hands slide down my sides, gripping at my bare, spread cheeks in passing as he winds his way down my legs. He kneels down and tugs gently at the ropes on my ankles, seemingly satisfied that I really am stuck here, and then leans forward, planting a soft kiss on my bare butt cheek.

"Mmmm..." I sigh, wriggling lightly at his touch as his hands slide back up my legs and start to knead at my buttocks. His kisses trace down the back of my thigh and back up the opposite legs before landing on my very wet slit from behind.

"Mngh..." It feels so good to have his tongue slide its way along my pussy lips, his thumbs working their way inward, now gently pulling my asshole apart before finding their way to my pussy too.

"Oh fuck..." I murmur as he slides a finger inside me, his other hand back to massaging my cheek and teasing my asshole. With another kiss on my cheek, he stands behind me, my body rocking against his hand as it pumps in and out of me. "Oh Jeff, fuck me, please, Jeff, please..." I murmur as I feel his hard cock gently pressing against my ass, his fingers a poor substitute for the real thing.

"I feel like I should make a demand, but also I don't think I need to..." He says, pulling his finger out and sliding his cock teasingly against my pussy lips.

"Anything you want, anytime you want, anywhere you want, just fuck my hungry little pussy, please, Jeff, please..." I need it so bad now... his finger got me so close... I can almost feel it already...

"Sounds like a bargain to me..." He angles up and slides into me and I very nearly orgasm just from the first thrust! Between my saliva and the remnants of his cum coating his hard shaft, he slides easily fully into me in one stroke, my body reacting as I can feel the pull from my arms tugging against the ropes around my ankles.

"Fuck you're tight..." He murmurs, sliding back nearly out of me as I gasp a shudder. This time, he grips a hand on each hip and slams in hard, the whole loveseat jolting slightly as he pauses inside me after I let out a soft cry, thankful for the pillow I shoved on the armrest at the last moment.

"Oh fuck yes..." I strain against the ropes as he pulls back for what can only be another deep, hard thrust, his thumbs tugging at my ass cheeks, spreading them roughly before his cock forces its way fully inside me again, forcing my breath out as it does.

Only, this time, there's no pause deep inside for me to collect myself. There's no slow withdrawal and anxious anticipation of the next thrust. This time, as soon as he slams into me, his hands clench tightly around my hips and ass cheeks, practically shoving me and the entire loveseat away and dragging us back as his hips rock in rhythm, his cock shoving quickly in and out of me.

"Oh! Fuck! Jeff! Fuck! Yes! Oh! Fu! Guh!" My staccato yelps descend into incoherence as he reams me from behind, roughly spreading my ass with his hands as he seemingly tries to split my pussy with his cock. In return, I'm already tensing hard, pulsating around him as I pull on my restraints, already peaking as he seemingly only begins to pick up steam.

"Fuck, Cindy, your pussy is fucking incredible!" He says, almost too calmly over the sound of his flesh thwack-thwack-thwacking against mine.

"Ayeu-ayeu-ayeu..." Is all I can manage in reply, a second... or is it the same orgasm? It's just an orgasm on top of the other orgasm... fuck...

"God, I'm gonna cum soon, fuck..." He starts slamming hard into me, the loveseat rattling with each thrust, my thighs already aching, and my pussy wrenching at his cock as I barely manage to shriek my reply.

"Cum inside!" He can't stop now, it feels so fucking good!

He slams again, one last hard thrust, and bursts, pushing me into orgasm three or four or I don't even fucking know as I cry out, my entire shuddering as his hips rock again, his cum pumping and pumping inside my pussy, my arms straining hard against the rope, tighter now than ever, orgasms all the way down...

A few more slow, deep thrusts inside me and his cum finally stops, but my orgasm doesn't. My body tenses and untenses as my breath continues in little fits and starts, his cock pulling out of me, his hands groping at my ass, then reaching under and grabbing my tits as he comes around the couch.

"Fuck that was good." He says beside me. I turn my head to find his half-hard cock, slippery with my juices and his cum, resting on my cheek. I open my mouth and he slides in and I suck through the shudders still rippling through me as his fingers kneed my nipple.

It might be my own pussy juices on there. It might be the booze from earlier. It might really just be the still-dissipating orgasm. But holy fuck his cock tastes so good right now...

The cum!

"Mmmmg!" I mumble around his cock. He pulls back, my slobber dribbling messily out as he does. "Put my drink between my legs..." I look up hoping my expression will make this seem sexy and not gross.

But fuck is it sexy to me!

He stiffles a chuckle and grabs the drink, walking behind me and coarsely spreading my cheeks once more, shoving the glass between my thighs as he also spreads my pussy lips. "Go for it, babe."

I squeeze and push his cum out, and I hear it splattering into my drink. It dribbles out longer than I expect, and then he reaches a finger in, cleaning me out as my pussy convulses around him and I shiver once more.

"I guess I ought to untie you so you can enjoy this?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Kind of a shame, really..." I pull my hands together and wedge one free using the opposite thumb, then the other, standing up a little more unsteadily than I expected. "Whoa..." I shake my head and he frowns at me. "What?"

"Totally restrained, eh?" He sets the drink down on the table, quite a lot of white goop floating conspicuously in it, and sits, legs wide, on the loveseat.

"Totally." I lean down, freeing my legs. "You, uh, wouldn't have anywhere in the back yard I might be able to attach some ropes to, would you?" I smile, waggling my eyebrows as I flop into the loveseat, legs just as wide, one crossing over his, and grab the drink.

I tilt it back as his hand oh-so-nonchalantly slips a finger inside my pussy. The alcohol is strong, and the cum is not totally helping out this time, but I guzzle little of the cum but about half the booze as I reach over and likewise tease at his cock.

"Mmah!" I smack my lips, setting the half-emptied drink back on the table as my other hand gropes roughly at his crotch, tenderly squeezing his balls, gripping around the base of his shaft, stroking it, feeling at the tip of his cock. "So, you got any more in there?" I say as I feel him getting just a little bit hard once more.

"I don't really know, to be honest..." I pout, his slowly-hardening cock in one hand and my drink in the other, gargling down the last of the thick, goopy slutty slurry and making a face. "That good, eh?" He grins as I shake my head, trying not to gag.

"Not nearly as tasty as this..." I wiggle his cock in my hand and grin. Maybe not all the way there yet, but hard enough to suck! I pull myself up onto the couch, kneeling across his lap, and grin as I slide him into me once more.

"Fuck..." He mutters as I try to push him deep quickly this time. I clearly need more practice at getting these things all the way in there, let's go for a speedy encore!

As I slobber sloppily on his shaft, his hand gropes at my breast, as I reach for the other one, guiding it to the back of my head again. Tilted down, I route his cock easily into my throat, and soon find my lips making contact with hair. Success!

... and far tastier than that drink...

Having met my goal, I pull off with a wet gasp for air, a proud, open-mouthed grin on my face, both it and his hard cock shining with my spit as I stand.

"You are getting really good at that, Cindy." He shakes his head with a sigh, blinking up at me. "Like, really good..."

"Good enough for you to have one last mouthful for me?" I wipe a pitifully small amount of the slobber off my face, and reach down, pulling just gently enough at his cock for my hand to side up off the tip, pantomiming failing to pick him up by the cock. He takes the hint as I pull again and stands up with me.

"Maybe one last mouthful..." He says as I grin and drag him along out of the room by his cock.

We make it to the front door and he stops at I open it, pausing to look back with a concerned expression as I casually stroke him.

"Cindy, I'm naked..." He mutters almost conspiratorially, as though someone is waiting right outside to catch him fucking the teenager from across the street.

"So?" I shrug. "I'm naked out there all the time, and as far as I know, you're the only one who's ever caught me." I step up closer to him until my hand has to wedge between our mostly naked bodies to keep gently moving on his cock. "Plus, you promised to let me suck you through the fence..." I encourage him, lifting up on my toes to kiss soft little pecks along the base of his neck, straining only slightly to press my bare breasts against his chest as I keep moving my hand slowly up and down his shaft.

He swallows hard. "Okay..." I almost jump with giddiness, spinning, cock in hand, and drag him along out the door and into the yard.

The night is dark and quiet, even being Friday, the neighborhood is very peaceful at this hour. Too early to get up, even get up really early, and too late to come home. If you're somewhere this late, you're probably sleeping there.

The street light covers his yard more than mine, and we are definitely not hidden in shadow as this obviously-mostly-naked girl drags a definitely-totally-naked man up to his white picket fence and frowns.

"Hmmm..." I pull him by the cock up to and through the fence.

"Something wrong?" He looks at my frown.

"It's just..." I shrug, hopping through the gate, "I pictured it lower in my head, like below the sideways part..."

"Sorry I'm tall?" He smirks, and I smile.

"So, now, let's do this properly!" I scurry along the sidewalk just past the edge of his yard and turn. "Call me over like I'm on my way home from school!" I start walking casually along, minding my own business.

"Uh, sure." He coughs, "Hey there, Cindy! Big campfire girl event after school today?"

I stop in front of him, and look up sweetly. "Oh, hi, Jeff! I didn't see you there!" I step up to the fence and casually rest my hands on either side of his cock, and it very obviously reacts.

"Your uniform fits you great!" He smiles, casually reaching out to straighten my vest, letting his fingers play along my bare breast, and I giggle.

"You don't think it's a little small?" I tug at the hem of my very-high skirt, already covering nothing up around my waist, and look down at my basically completely exposed body.

"Looks perfect!" His hand teases my nipple and I feel the shiver right down into my pussy.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you to say, Jeff!" I slide down onto my knees, bringing my face level with his still-very-hard cock. "How would a good little campfire girl repay such kindness?" I blink innocently up at him, so close even I can feel the breath from my words against the tip of his cock.

"Well, I suppose I'd be willing to help you with your squirrel badge..." He grins stupidly down and I just look confused up at him. "By helping you collect a nut!"

I snort a laugh, sliding my mouth onto his cock, still chuckling around it as the wonderful taste overtakes me in the fresh night air, my body nearly exposed, my face grazing the slats of the fence here in the street, easily within the brightness of the street light.

"Mmngh..." God I love cock. Not just Master's. I think I just love all cock. I love the taste on my tongue. I love this feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth as I suck on it.

I've got to try more...

"Fucking hell, Cindy, Jesus fuck..." Jeff mutters, his hands gripping into my hair as his hips join my rhythm and in a moment I feel him pulse, bubbling out little bursts of cum into my mouth.

Fuck that's delicious...

I suck keenly at the tip, not wanting to waste a drop of the good stuff, and then pull myself back upright. "Meh!" I show him my mouthful, swallow, and open back up. "Yum!" I shake lightly, hugging myself. "It really feels so good to eat something so yummy! You know? Like, all over good."

"Ya, no, that felt really fucking good..." He eyes the empty street. "I'm, uh, gonna go in now... you wanna have some fun again another night, I presume?"

"Yes!" I lean forward and plant him a quick kiss on the lips, then turn and practically skip across the street and home.

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