The Substitute Girlfriend - 02

Monday... (Tom's POV)

"Hi, Mrs. Scott. Is-Is she upstairs?"

"Yes... Tom?" She yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily, "It's so early..."

I was about to reply but got distracted when my eyes grasped what my girlfriend's mom was wearing. A small lace robe, which barely reached her thighs, with a loose sash on the front that let slip a generous view of her cleavage. I had known Mrs. Scott all my life, and never really been a perv. But maybe with how Kayla had gotten me all hot and bothered recently, plus the fact that Mrs. Scott was well... wearing something this revealing, I couldn't help but stare and realize that it was clear that Kayla had inherited her mother's voluptuous curves and good looks.

"Is everything ok, Tom?" Mrs. Scott asked.

I blushed, looking away as I muttered, "S-Sorry Mrs. Scott... I just wanted to catch up with Kayla before school."

She still seemed confused as to why I needed to be so early for this, but thankfully she just opened the door wider, gesturing me to get inside, "You know the way..."

***

Luckily, it seemed that Kayla was up already, and she opened the door after the first knock.

"I'm sorry, Kayla, I shouldn't have..." I began my prepared apology but was interrupted as after a brief moment of surprise, she gasped and immediately pulled me inside her room; pouncing on me with a passionate kiss.

"Mmfff," I moaned in shock as her tongue slipped into my mouth, her arms wrapping around me tightly. The kiss went on for almost a minute until we finally pulled away for air.

"Wow..." I muttered in surprise, "Good morning to you, too."

And before I could utter another word, she began apologizing to me!

"I'm so sorry for getting mad at you that day..." Kayla said with a guilty look, as she ran her fingers along my chest and up to the nape of my neck, "You're so sweet and caring, and I'm... well..."

I had no clue what was going on, but who was I to complain if my girlfriend had decided to forget our fight. So, I hugged her close, "Hey... it's all right... I was wrong too..."

"No! It was all my fault... Mmm..." Kayla replied as she kissed me again, her lips pressed hard against mine as she moaned into me.

"I love you so much, Tom... You know that, right?" she continued after she finally let go, "I love you so, so, so, much..."

***

Later in the day...

"So, you're telling me that not only you are forgiven, but you also got to make out with her in her bedroom this morning?" Jack, my best friend, asked. We were sitting at the back of the class as our teacher droned on.

"Yeah, thankfully she decided to take pity on me and forgive me," I replied with a blush, "I think we're all good."

Jack, however, didn't let it go that easily, "And..."

"And what?" I asked, sheepishly looking to the side, knowing exactly what he was referring too.

"Did you finally man up and tell her that you are ready to fuck her!" he exclaimed, "Come on dude! Don't tell me that you want to stay a virgin!"

I tried to shush him as his voice was louder than I would have liked, "Shhh, man... keep your voice down..."

He smacked his head in exasperation, "God, Tom, Kayla is a perfect 10 beauty. Most of the guys would do anything to get with her at the first chance. Plus, she's got that sweet girl next door vibe going for her, which makes her even hotter. And she wants to fuck you! And you still didn't make a move? Are you really that much of a wimp?"

"Shhh..." I repeated, nodding at the teacher before continuing in a whisper, "Look, I thought about what you said, and I agree. I did mention it to her a bit..." I tried to explain, but he interrupted me with a grin on his face.

"So, you actually took my advice and talked about it... That's a start," he chuckled, "And what exactly did you say to her?"

"Yeah, we ended up making a deal!" I shrugged, avoiding looking at him directly.

"Which is..."

"Dude, come on. You don't have to know every detail of my sex life..." I muttered, embarrassed. I loved the guy, but sometimes he was such a pain in the ass.

"It's not like you have a sex life to begin with... Well, not until now that is!" he shot back sarcastically, "Even there, there is not much to speak of. Now spill it."

"Well, she kind of agreed that she was taking things a bit too fast with the hand jobs and blowjobs... So, we agreed that maybe we should cool off for a week or so and get more comfortable with each other..." I finally gave in.

"How do you get comfortable if she's cutting you off?!" he asked with a look of disbelief.

"Well... She said we could still kiss and make out... just pause on the other stuff for a few days..." I said, "I am thinking of taking her out to some fancy places and some good dates this week. You know, to get her in a good mood!"

"Okay... so basically you are telling me that instead of fucking your girlfriend, who was practically begging for it on Friday, you have somehow convinced her to go back to first base?" Jack asked incredulously. "She was already in a very good mood, dude!"

"Well, I did suggest that we can do a bit of sexting. Keep it slow," I whispered quietly, and he smacked his forehead in exasperation, again, before taking a deep breath.

"Dude, you cannot fuck this up now... This is your one shot to get back into the game," he said, shaking his head at me as if I had lost all hope.

"It's just sexting! How can I mess that up?"

"So, instead of having real sex, you are just going to text about it. In my opinion, you've already fucked it up. Just make sure to be extra creative with what you talk about. And don't be a good boy, talk as dirty as you can over the phone. You need to get her so horny that she'll be begging to suck your junk by the time you are done..."

I nodded sheepishly as he rattled off his advice, knowing full well that he was right.

"I know... I know..." I mumbled, trying not to show my embarrassment, but failing miserably, "I'll try."

Jack just shook his head again and patted me on the back, "You're hopeless. It's a miracle Kayla doesn't get bored of you! I so wish that I was in your place."

"Shut up, loser!" I smirked and punched him on his arm, "At least, I have a girlfriend who loves me, and can't stop thinking about me."

***

Kayla's POV

'Ahhhh... Ahhh... Fuck me, Duane...' I recalled my incessant moans of pleasure from the weekend, replaying my taboo weekend in my mind while sitting with Karlee and Keisha at the lunch table.

"Are you even listening?" Karlee waved her hand in front of my face, getting my attention.

"Y-Yeah... I am..." I stuttered, trying to push back my memories of that monster cock fucking me over and over again. I could practically still feel it inside of me.

"You've been awfully distracted all day..." her sister, Keisha, commented as she dug into her lunch while giving me a curious look, "What's got you in the clouds?"

I blushed, looking over at my two best friends, wondering if I should tell them.

It had barely been 48 hours since my first and SUPPOSEDLY last time with Duane. But it was done now. I had spent one weekend losing my virginity and having mind-numbingly amazing sex with my black stud, in exchange for protecting my parents' marriage, and now it was over! I could now go back to being the perfect girlfriend for Tom.

But I couldn't get Duane out of my mind. The way he held me; how his hands caressed my skin and groped me; his tongue swirling on my clit... Just thinking about it made me wet all over again. 'Stop thinking about him! He's in the past now'

"I-I just didn't get much sleep last night..."

*Ping*

My phone beeped with a message, and I blushed even harder as Duane's name popped up on my notification. 'What does he want now?'

>Duane: Hey beautiful.

I took a deep breath to calm my heart down before replying.

>Me: What do you want?

>Duane: Just wanted to tell you that you forgot your 'gift' at my place.

>Me: My gift?

>Duane: The lingerie I bought for you. You forgot it on my bed last night. You can come and pick it up after school today.

I blushed hard as I remembered exactly which piece he was talking about; the one I had modelled for him, the one he had made me wear the whole Sunday while he had fucked me senseless over and over again.

I bit my lip for a moment before replying. I knew I didn't need it back. But my feelings for Duane had changed significantly in the one month I was his 'Pretend Girlfriend'. I did enjoy the time spent with him, the perverted AND non-perverted dates too. So it was understandable that I sort of wanted a memento of our time together; something to remember our torrid affair by!

So, despite knowing better, like an idiot who had already broken her boyfriend's trust, I typed back my reply.

>Me: I'll be there after school. ONLY for the outfit. Nothing more.

***

'I really shouldn't be doing this,' I muttered to myself as I knocked on Duane's door later that afternoon.

But before I could change my mind about it, the door opened, and I was greeted with the sight of Duane shirtless and in his boxers.

"H-hi Duane," I blushed, as he casually let me in. I eyed the obscene bulge in his boxers. I couldn't help but bite my lip, imagining that huge black cock hidden beneath that thin layer of cotton, imagining our weekend again.

'Focus Kayla... You're not here to think about him like that!'

"Hey there," he smiled at me as I stepped into the house, "Come on in."

"I- I was just... t-the things... you said... the lingerie..." I stuttered as a blush spread across my cheeks. He had an amazing smile.

"Yup, got it right in my room. You know where it is..." he shrugged nonchalantly, and turned towards his bedroom, indicating to me to follow him.

My eyes roamed over his muscular physique, admiring his chiselled back and his broad shoulders. I looked around the house and asked quietly, "Are we alone?"

Duane smirked as he saw me eyeing him up, "Didn't you hear? My Dad's got his mentoring sessions with your mom, starting today. For her interview with the school board."

"Oh... y-yeah," I muttered nervously, vaguely remembering Dad mentioning it this morning. I eyed Duane nervously for any more of his persuasive tricks, but he really didn't seem to be planning anything as he shuffled around, looking for the bag.

"I-I need to be going. Keisha and Karlee are meeting me at the mall," I called out to him, trying to not stare so obviously at him.

'God, why did you make him so damn hot!' I sighed in my head, looking down and fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"Found it!" he said, as he picked up a much larger shopping bag than expected, from his closet, and then walked over to me. He stood in front of me. His imposing frame made me blush, as I looked up into those handsome brown eyes. 'He smells so good.'

Our fingers touched when he handed over the bag to me, and my heart skipped a beat. I gulped and looked down at the bag to avoid his piercing gaze, and got a bit confused as the bag contained, not one, but several small boxes.

"Oh yeah... you looked so damn hot in that one item..." he chuckled as he reached into the bag and pulled out a few boxes to show me, "I ended up going back and getting you a few more."

"T-thank you," I said trying to keep my voice steady, despite the intense arousal that was coursing through my body. 'Were they just as slutty as the one he had fucked me in?' I thought to myself.

I nodded and glanced again at the bag. Then I turned to leave after taking it from him. Just as I reached the door, his calm, deep voice stopped me, and I turned around.

"Hey... I know you have to go and meet your girlfriends. But you think that you have time to try one on before you leave," he grinned as my face turned a bright shade of red and my pussy twitched in excitement. He knew me well enough by now to know how much that idea would turn me on.

"I- I don't think that would be a-appropriate. We have our deal. You promised that we'll be just friends now..." I stuttered, my heart racing in my chest.

'Just get out of here, Kayla!'

"I got them as a gift for Tom," Duane's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Poor guy has no clue that I've been banging his girlfriend for so long. I thought watching you in some slutty outfits would make it up to him, when he does build up the nerve to treat his girl right..."

"I-I'm never wearing anything this slutty for Tom! He's not a pervert like you," I scowled at him as he chuckled at my response.

"Oh really? In that case, don't you think you should try it on at least once for someone who will REALLY appreciate how hot you look in them?" he asked smugly, "Trust me, I won't touch. I'll just sit here and watch you strip and model for me. And if it doesn't fit right, we can return it."

"That... that's a really bad idea," I gulped, "I'll try them on back at home."

"Come on Miss Goody-two-shoes. I know you better than that. If you aren't wearing them for Tom, you won't try them on alone," he said and I knew he was using his nickname for me to egg me on, "I spent a great deal of time picking these for you. It'd be a waste to not show off your banging, fuckable body in these outfits at least once! To me, that is."

"I-I..." I began, trying to think of a response. I could see his black cock rising and peeking through the opening in his boxers. It was semi hard already.

"Don't tell me you are shy all of a sudden. Not after what you let me do to you this weekend..." his hands reached up and lewdly cupped my tits, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my top. After the way he had worshipped and had his way with my body this weekend, I didn't even shy away and bit my lip at his touch.

"Just one last show, as a thank you for our great time together..."

I bit back a moan as I looked up at his handsome face, glancing down at his cock again, "F-Fine!"

***

An hour later...

"I'm... ahhh... sorreeeeee.... Karleee, Keishaaa!" I moaned into the phone as I bounced on Duane's lap wearing yet another slutty piece of lingerie, which looked straight out of a porno. He was laying back on the bed, his hands on my hips, as he guided me up and down his thick shaft, "I-I'll make it up to y-youuuu..."

"You'd better! We cancelled our plans with Sam for you!" Karlee complained, "Where are you? Did you ditch us to hang out with Tom?"

"I'm... at... ahh..." I began but I couldn't continue as my body shook with pleasure as another orgasm wracked through my body, "I'll call... you back..."

I cut the call before they could say anything else, or hear me moan really loud. My eyes met Duane's smug ones, and I glared at him, "This is... ahhh... all... ahhh... your fault."

"Is it? It's not like you aren't enjoying every second of it," he said teasingly as his fingers squeezed my ass. He lifted me up again before slamming me down hard on his cock. "Now shut up and bounce that juicy ass... ahhh... for me!"

I glared at him for a moment but a sharp thrust into my pussy made my eyes roll back as the pleasure hit me again, and I let out a moan, "Y-yessss... O yessss!" He was in so deep.

***

So that's how our new deal began, with another all-out fuck, where he had me cum twice by the end of it. And we had just tried out one of the outfits! So, in my lust addled state, I promised to return to try out all the dresses for him, every day. After all, he had gone through so much effort to select the most scandalous, sluttiest lingerie for me. Tom would never appreciate me wearing something so vulgar and lewd, so I might as well let Duane enjoy me in them.

As he'd put it, 'It would be a shame to have a fuckable body like mine to waste by NOT wearing something that accentuated every curve of mine...' And for once I agreed!

Besides, it was just a few more outfits which meant that I only needed to do this till Thursday, and that would be all! It's only for the next one week, until I try everything, then I would be back to being 'friends' with Duane.

But little did I realize that he was slowly but surely training my body to crave his touch and his cock. And the first step seemed to be pushing me out of my comfort zone, doing things for him that the old Kayla would never do in a million years.

***

Tuesday...

"E-Errr... One pack please."

The cashier, a handsome boy, just a few years older than me, raised his eyebrows at the pack of Magnum XL that I placed on the counter.

I kept my eyes low and blushed a deep beetroot red as I handed him the cash with trembling hands. I was quietly cursing Duane for making me do this; this was so embarrassing. But it's not like his message left me much of a choice.

>Duane: Hi babe, we ran out of rubbers last night. Can you get me a pack of extra-large Magnum's on your way home?'

I had obviously replied back with an immediate 'No' but his next message made me blush harder.

> Duane: It's for your own good. I don't mind fucking you raw, honestly.

So there I was, right after school, at the pharmacy, buying a pack of condoms for Duane to fuck me with! I had already cancelled my date with Tom today, telling him that I had to help out Duane for a tutoring session.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

***

Wednesday... Tom's POV

"65..."

"66..."

"Yes... 67..."

"C'mon... keep going..."

"68... Fuck... ahhh... 69!"

"Language, Tom..." Coach Carter's stern voice chided me and the entire baseball team behind us, as we all struggled with our 100 squat challenge.

Thursday was fitness day in practice and Coach Carter loved pushing us to our limits, running, squats, crunches, etc.

"Damn... if he was a dictator before, he's become an absolute tyrant once Coach Scott has joined up!" Sam, our weakest member, whispered as he dropped to his knees after his 71st squat while I nudged him back up. As the team captain, I wanted everyone to finish the sets.

"I-I'm not complaining, though," Jack muttered, a dreamy expression in his eyes, which were glued on Kayla's mother, Coach Avy Scott, as she did the squats along with us, "Just look at her! It's like her ass was sculpted by God himself, in His spare time."

I rolled my eyes as I looked over at Mrs. Scott. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat; her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily, but I could see the determination in her eyes as she continued doing the squats beside Coach Carter.

Despite her being Kayla's mother, I couldn't help but admit that she looked hot! She was wearing her usual tight T-shirt and gym shorts, but today the fabric seemed even more tight and accentuated every curve of her perfect body. Her blonde ponytail bounced behind her head as she moved, and the way her tits jiggled with every squat made even my cock twitch in my pants.

'Get your head out of the gutter, Tom! Kayla will notice!' I shook my head as I glanced over at the bleachers where my girlfriend Kayla was sitting, waiting for our practice to end. There was someone else sitting with her though, and I was surprised to see Duane of all people casually sitting next to her.

'Why is she sitting with him?'

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a dull thump on the ground. Sam had given up and was laying on the floor, like a starfish.

"73... Sam!" Mrs. Scott paused her own set to rush over to Sam, a smile on her face, "Keep going, you're almost there. You too, Tom! Keep it up!"

Her beautiful smile seemed to motivate Sam to get up and keep going. Mrs. Scott glanced sideways at Coach Carter, who nodded in approval and then began doing the sets with us once again.

***

After the final 100 squats, Coach Carter dismissed us and we collapsed on the floor, exhausted. I lay on my back, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

"That was... great..." Kayla's voice chimed out and I looked up to see her walking over with Duane, a water bottle in her hands for me.

"Seems like Dad is working you guys to the ground!" Duane smiled at me and held out his hand, which I took gratefully, letting him help me to my feet.

"Thanks, Duane," I groaned as Kayla handed me my water bottle, which I quickly gulped down, "You're lucky to have skipped over to Basketball with Coach Scott. I doubt she is as strict as your dad."

"Hmmm... I don't know..." Duane chuckled as he looked over to his father, who was walking back with Kayla's Mom, "Coach Scott has her own ways to keep us motivated!"

"How come the two of you are together and have not killed each other yet?" Jack asked, joining the three of us and still a bit breathless from the workout. Kayla blushed at his words, but Duane chuckled.

"We have our moments, but we've reached an understanding. Miss Goody-two-shoes here is even tutoring me in math this week. A small perk for helping out her mom!" he replied, throwing his arm around my girlfriend's shoulders casually. I raised my eyebrow at that, but Kayla didn't seem to mind as she just shook her head and rolled her eyes at Duane's antics. She gave him a playful glare and eased his hand off her shoulder before turning to me.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Can we cancel our movie plans after school?" she asked me with an apologetic expression, "I was supposed to give him just one refresher session, but this idiot doesn't seem to improve at math despite my best efforts! I may need a few more days to get it right. I promised mom that I would help him score well on the test."

"I hope you won't mind me borrowing your girlfriend for a while!" he smirked at me with a cheeky wink, "I'll be grounded for sure if I flunk another math test!"

I was a bit miffed at yet another cancelled date, but I smiled and nodded, nonetheless. I knew that Kayla was only doing this because of the help he gave her mom during her coaching stint, so it wasn't like she had much of a choice.

"That's okay..." I replied, smirking at Duane in return, "She can be pretty strict when it comes to studies, right?"

"Oh, you have no idea, buddy. I think she's going to do many reps with me today till I get all the problems right!"

***

Duane's House - 5pm... Kayla's POV

"65..."

"66..."

"Yes... 67..."

"C'mon... keep going..."

"68... Fuck... ahhh... 69!"

After seeing the practice of the baseball team, Duane had asked me to bring over my school gym uniform and he had me do slow squats on his big black cock in my shorts. He had first cut out a big hole in those shorts for his cock. Our tight school T-shirt was stretched around my boobs, as I rode him at a teasingly slow place.

Duane lay on his bed, his condom covered cock pointed straight up as I kneeled around his waist with my feet planted on either side of his body. My pussy lips were pushed apart by the girth of his thick shaft and a trickle of my juices ran down his cock. Despite my embarrassment, I had to admit that it was an amazing sight.

I was wearing my hair back in a ponytail and my face was flushed red with the effort of keeping up my slow torturous pace. I would not do a full squat but just go down deep till his entire length was buried in me and then move my hips slowly up till only the tip remained barely inside my pussy. Slowly, teasingly...

All this while, he laid there on the bed, arms under his head, watching me, counting me out. His face betraying the gentle slow pleasure he felt every time I sunk down onto him, "Oh fuck... Kayla... ahhh... just a little more till 100!"

"I'm.... ahhh.. so... close..." I groaned and leaned forward, my hands on his chest as I sank down into another squat. My knees brushing against his sides as my body moved up and down on him, feeling my pussy stretch around his thick cock with each movement. He knew how much it drove me crazy to go this slowly.

"70... mmmm... ahhh... fuck... 71... ahhh..." I groaned as I continued, my pussy quivering in arousal at the slow pace.

"Come on baby... just 30 more squats..." he groaned, reaching up to play with my nipples, which were poking out through my T-shirt.

"Ahhhhh... ohhhh..." I shuddered in pleasure at his touch, "Oh no... I'm... I'm cumming... 72... ahhh... ohhhh... fuck..."

I sank down all the way, taking him inside me and began to shake uncontrollably as an orgasm rocked my body. My pussy clenched around him hard, gripping him tightly as I shuddered in ecstasy above him, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Did... you just cum?" he asked me with a smug expression as I slowly recovered, panting for breath on his cock.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out, blushing in embarrassment at having cum without permission, "You just felt so good..."

"But don't just stop now. We're going till we reach 100 and let's see how much you cum before we get there..."

***

Thursday...

"Kayla's tutoring Duane again?" Jack asked when I dropped by at his place, yet again, after school, "I thought you guys were supposed to hang out today."

"Yup. We were," I said with a sigh, picking up the remote, "But it's the last time, she was pretty clear about it. We have our big date at Luigi's tomorrow night. No way she is missing that."

"Hasn't she been spending a bit too much time with Duane, though?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"What? You think Kayla and Duane..." I smirked at his naivety.

He shrugged and smiled at me, "Nothing dude... Just wanted to make sure you are ok with it. He's like the school stud now. Especially after winning the basketball championship!"

"Come on, man! Kayla has had an axe to grind with him for years. And honestly, knowing how strict she can be, I probably pity him right now." I chuckled and shook my head. He really had some wild theories, "Kayla's probably punishing him right now for any missteps..."

***

Meanwhile at Duane's Apartment...

*Buzzzzz* *Buzzzz* *Buzzzz*

The soft buzz of the vibrator against my clit was drowned out by the sound of my moans as I arched my back in pleasure. My legs were pushed back all the way, almost behind my head, and my pussy spread obscenely wide.

"Mmmm... Ahhhhnnnn... Mmmmm..." I whimpered and moaned like a slut; my body trembling in pleasure as I writhed on the bed. My pussy juices were probably ruining Duane's bedsheets as I rubbed the toy between my pussy lips, teasing myself again and again with it.

My eyes were blindfolded, and my world was reduced to nothing but the pleasure coursing through my body. I was dressed in yet another slutty piece of lingerie for him, a lacy set with cut out panties and heart shaped hoops around the nipple areas on my bra!

I could feel Duane's hands pinching and twisting my nipples, teasing me just the way I loved it. My head was positioned right below his crotch, his thick 12-inch cock lewdly dangling over my face.

I could smell his masculine scent, and my mouth watered in desire for it; but I wasn't allowed to taste him, yet.

"Mmmmmm... Ahhhh... Fuck!!!" I cried out as my body was wracked by another small orgasm.

"How many times has that been?" Duane's voice whispered teasingly; his fingers digging into my breasts, groping them and pushing them together before letting them drop again.

"How many times has it been, Princess... Two? Three?" he teased again.

"I-I... Ahhh... lost count..." I gasped as he pushed the toy deeper against my clit and rubbed it in a circular motion. I bit down on my lower lip and moaned loudly as I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me.

"Tch... tch... I would have expected more from an honour student... But I guess your brain turns to mush when you're with me..." He chuckled as he continued to tease and torment me with the toy; my hips bucking up in response to his touch.

"Please..." I whimpered, as I began rubbing the vibrator against my swollen clit once again. I was trying to reach another orgasm, but it just wasn't good enough now.

"Please what, Princess?" he chuckled, "Use your words."

"Please let... let me cum properly!" I begged, my voice cracking as I spoke, "I-it's... ahhh... not good enough... mmm like this..."

He leaned in closer to me; his fingers teasing my nipples with a gentle twist. His voice was low and threatening, yet there was an underlying seductive tone to it as well, "First say the words I trained you to say?"

"I'm Kayla Scott... I'm... the principal's daughter and honour roll student... ahhh God... But who I really am is Duane ... Ahhh... Carter's slut..." I cried out, my body writhing under his touch, "I'll be yours Duane... Always... I need your cock... please... Ahhh... Fuck me! Please fuck me!!!"

"Good girl... now get it nice and hard while I get on a condom," he ordered, pulling the blindfold off me and grabbing my hand. My blue eyes blinked as they adjusted to the light, but the sight of his pre-cum coated cock right above me made me drool.

"Mmmmhmmm..." I moaned incoherently as I stretched out my tongue and licked his black cock from base to tip, preparing his cock for yet another amazing fuck!

***

FRIDAY... Tom's POV

"Honey, you need to have a proper breakfast!" Mom's voice called out as I walked out of the house with my backpack and a sandwich in my hand.

"I'm good, mom... It's fine..." I mumbled with a mouthful of the egg-sandwich as I rushed out the door.

There was a good reason why I had to be early today. And as I crossed the yard and turned around the corner; I spotted Kayla leaning against the garden fence of her house.

"You're late..." She called out with a cute little pout as she stood there looking absolutely stunning. My eyes went wide as they trailed over her figure; she had on a simple white sundress with a light blue jean jacket on top, her long blonde hair flowing down one shoulder in a loose braid.

Her lips curved into a warm smile and her blue eyes twinkled in the morning light as I ran my fingers through my hair, "Sorry... sorry... Mom wouldn't let me go."

"You're becoming lazier day by day..." she continued to tease, her hands playing with the hem of her dress that ended right above her knees, "I think I will have to punish you today..."

My eyes trailed up her long legs and then up her body, taking in every curve; her big boobs barely contained by her white sundress, "Don't worry... I've got the reservations for us at Luigi's like I promised..."

"Good boy... now come on," she said with a giggle and leaned forward to peck my lips, "Let's go. You promised that we would spend more time together going forward..."

"Well, we might spend even more time if you didn't schedule your tutoring session just after our date?" I asked, as she fell in step beside me, "Who sets up a tutoring session on a Friday night!"

"I'm sorry, Tom. His father is leaving for that seminar in Newton today, so Duane's busy most of the day, and I did promise my mom that I would help him..." she replied, blushing slightly, "It will be the last time though. I swear."

"Deal! So, Luigi's at 7pm. Make sure you aren't late," I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

***

7:05 P. M.... Luigi's..

"I'll have the Pasta Alfredo and he'll have an Aglio-e-Olio... " Kayla said to our waitress before turning to me and smirking, "And a glass of wine for each of us, please..."

As the waitress went off with the orders, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked tonight.

Kayla wasn't usually one for wearing dresses, but she looked like an absolute goddess in the form-fitting red dress that ended just above her knees. It hugged her curvy frame perfectly and the neckline left little to the imagination as it dipped between her large tits and pushed them together in the most mouthwatering way possible.

I had to look away for a bit, as I felt my pants tighten just by looking at her cleavage.

'Easy there Tom... you promised to take it slow...' I told myself as Kayla gave me a teasing wink; clearly enjoying the effect she had on me.

But this was easier said than done. Ever since last week, something HAD changed in her. Kayla had always been beautiful, no doubt, but recently it was as if my girlfriend oozed sex appeal. From her clothes, her body language and her overall confidence; it felt like I was dealing with a different person altogether.

I couldn't explain it, but it was like Kayla had suddenly turned on her feminine wiles, every smile, every sway of her hips, every touch of her fingers, all were tantalizingly seductive...

'Had I really been that much of a prude to not notice her like this before?' I sighed as Kayla took a sip from her wine and raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're unusually quiet today..." she said with a teasing smile, "You know, for someone who is on a date with his girlfriend in one of the best restaurants in town..."

"I'm sorry..." I smiled at her as I leaned forward across the table, my hand reaching for hers, "You look stunning... It's hard to take my eyes off of you. I just keep getting distracted."

"Good save," she replied, lacing our fingers together with a smirk and leaning closer as well, her cleavage now dangerously close to spilling out of her red dress, "I've been looking forward to this all week."

"So have I... I feel like I've barely seen you this whole week!" I squeezed her hands gently and sighed.

"I know... I'm sorry... I've been really caught up with... you-know..." She blushed and looked away, biting her lower lip before changing the topic.

"It's a very romantic place, isn't it..." Kayla smiled, looking around the dimly lit restaurant. In the soft glow of the candles, I could see the twinkle in her eyes. The place was indeed quite nice with the soft music, delicious food, and the dim lighting giving us an intimate setting.

We spent a good bit of time chatting up, laughing like we always did, about random stuff. And eventually the topic of Duane came up again and I teased her about him.

"So... What changed?" I asked as I sipped my wine, "You guys seem to be really hitting it off lately."

"I wouldn't say THAT!" she scoffed at me, rolling her eyes, but then a soft smile formed on her lips as she thought about it some more, "But yeah... you were right. He's not THAT bad a guy. But he's still a bit of a bully..."

I chuckled and nodded along. Duane could come across like that to people who didn't know him; he has always been a popular jock, and his way of teasing could sound rude to many.

"Anyway..." Kayla changed the topic, "Let's not ruin our romantic night by talking about him!"

"You are the one heading over to his place after this date!" I said in mock indignation as she shook her head, "If I were any other guy..."

But before I could finish, Kayla spoke up again, "You trust me, don't you?"

"I do..." I said, feeling a bit silly now for even mentioning it, "Sorry... Jack said some things about me being naive and..."

"Mmmmmmfff..." she leaned in and cut me off by kissing me gently on the lips. Her blue eyes met mine as our lips touched, her hand reaching out under the table to hold mine. As her soft lips moved against mine, I found all my doubts and worries melt away.

We pulled back and smiled at each other before she spoke again, "Duane is just a temporary thing. You are my guy, and I will always be your girl!"

"You're right," I nodded as we held hands, smiling at one another across the table.

"Now let's finish eating! Before our food gets cold..." she said as she picked up her fork again, her eyes twinkling with joy.

***

'C-Can't you finish this tutoring tomorrow? We could go back to your place, your mom is at that seminar.' The words almost reached my lips, but didn't come out as I dropped her off at his place.

She was looking practically irresistible in that red dress and my hormones were urging me to ask her for more. Jack was right, what the fuck was I thinking till now.

"I made a promise, and I would rather get it over with. It will just be an hour!" she blushed at my suggestion and then gave me one of her trademark innocent smiles, "I promise to make it up to you tomorrow!"

"You promise?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I leaned in to kiss her again.

"Mmmmmhmmmm," she nodded as our lips met again, for another passionate kiss.

"And you are NOT going to wear that sexy dress while tutoring Duane..." I whispered as we broke the kiss and she laughed at the comment.

"I would never!" Kayla said with a giggle as she picked up her small bag, which she had carried with her, "This dress is ONLY for you. I'll change into something more comfortable as soon as I am inside..."

"Good. Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning?" I smiled as we pulled back, our hands still linked together.

"Mmmhmmm... Good night, Tom!" She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before letting go of my hand.

I gave her sultry dress one last look, "Only for me?"

"Only for you! I promise. I will be wearing something entirely different before I start with Duane..."

"Call me when you are done..."

***

Kayla... Five minutes later...

"Take it off..." Duane's voice ordered me as he lay back on the couch. His eyes took in every inch of my body in the red dress that I had worn for Tom just moments ago.

Now the old Kayla would have huffed and puffed at this tone of his, but by this point, he had fucked all the resistance out of me and I would quickly comply whenever he casually summoned me for a fuck, like tonight. I had learnt to let go of my inhibitions and just accept everything we did.

As per his instructions, I had worn HIS special outfit under my dress. I had been so turned on all night, the thought that Tom had no idea that his innocent girl was wearing something this scandalous under her dress!

I blushed as I remembered my last promise to Tom, about changing into something more comfortable and not being in that dress for too long. This was probably not what he had thought that I meant.

I turned around and slowly slid my zip down; letting the dress slip off me. A coy smile spread on my lips as I knew his eyes were glued to the way my body swayed seductively in front of him.

My ass wiggled as I pulled my dress off and tossed it aside, and I heard his deep chuckle as his eyes roamed over my lingerie; his gift...

"I-I wore this all day like you told me to?" I murmured shyly as I turned towards him, showing off the scandalous pink polka dot lingerie. Two triangular patches, barely one inch wide which apparently was supposed to be a bra, struggled to contain my jiggling boobs as they bounced with every step.

Forget covering my boobs, my nipples were almost visible as the cloth just barely covered my areola. The thong was an equally tiny patch over my pussy, which left little to the imagination and I felt his lustful eyes drink in my figure from top to bottom.

I knew I shouldn't feel like this, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw the look of desire in his eyes and I swayed my hips sensuously as I sauntered towards him, biting my lower lip in anticipation.

"Fuck me... pink is definitely your colour..." he whistled, as I eyed Duane's body appreciatively myself. Unlike other days, I wasn't the only one dressed up like a porn star today.

In a fit of what he called gallantry, but I called perversion, Duane had picked out the male version of what I would call sexy underwear. A lace string which ran around his waist and the only piece of fabric was a black pouch made of stretchy lace that snugly wrapped around his heavy balls and his big black cock in an almost lewd way. The thick veins on his cock were clearly visible under the sheer lace fabric as it clung to every inch of his manhood.

"C'mon! Get over here!" he commanded as he stretched back on the couch in his living room. And like an obedient little slut, my bare feet carried me across the cool marble floor to his side.

My eyes roved hungrily over his chiselled black body and his bulging muscles; a contrast to my skin as I sat beside him. His broad shoulder wrapped around my body, and I shuddered as his right hand reached up and roughly cupped my breast.

"So, how was the big date with Mr. Perfect Boyfriend tonight?" he asked casually as if he didn't have his fingers sinking into the softness of my boobs. "Did he like your dress?"

I blushed as I thought back to the way Tom had stared at my red dress earlier. The way his eyes lingered on my body and the hungry look in his eyes.

"H-he did. I think he liked it very much," I whimpered as my nipple was pinched hard in between two dark fingers.

"I still can't believe he actually dropped you off at my place!" he teased my nipple again with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I mean how can he head off without fucking you, especially when you looked so hot tonight..."

"D-don't club him with a brute like you?" I murmured as he leaned in and gently nibbled my earlobe, making me moan, "He's a good guy, he always respects me... something that I don't get much from you."

"Hmph... A girl like you doesn't want to be respected," his tongue trailed along my neck, licking the sensitive skin there before biting into it, "... If you were my girlfriend, I would have been with you every night!"

"You're the one who calls me over here every day!" I retorted with an annoyed pout, and he chuckled, his other hand reaching over to touch my hair affectionately.

"Well, you can't really blame me, though!" he muttered, now both his hands on my tits. I gasped as he slid the tiny excuses of cloth covering them aside and began to pinch my pink nipples. "I just love these big tits so much!"

"Ahhhh... S-shut up..." I moaned under his touch. I loved it when he played with my breasts, and he knew it. I could feel the wetness seeping through my thong, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I gave in completely to him.

"I do feel a bit bad for Tom though, imagine having you, all sexy and hot, but never getting to see you like this? Tch... Tch..." he whispered in my ear as he squeezed and pulled my nipples, tugging them up until my tits stretched upwards.

"St-Stop it... I love Tom. This is just... ah... mmm... ahhhh.. physical... oh fuck..." I moaned as his tongue lashed against my nipples, "Tom and I have an emotional connection. One you would never understand."

"Well then, I'll leave Tom to fulfil your emotional needs while I fulfil the physical needs of a slutty banging body like yours..." he gave my tits a playful slap and leaned back.

He opened his mouth, and invitingly stretching out his tongue just a bit.

But if I admitted that Tom and I shared a deep emotional connection, then after having so much sex with Duane, I had probably shared an even deeper sexual connection with him...

Just like Tom and I often finished each other's sentences and had a lot of inside jokes between us; Duane and I had an unspoken physical language of lust where the smallest of gestures communicated much more than words ever could.

Like when he faces me like this with his mouth open, that expression of desire which I now knew so well. It means that my stud wanted 'The Kiss'.

I turned towards him and pushed him back against the couch as I threw one leg over his muscular left leg to straddle him. I crossed my hands around his neck and leaned forward, looking deeply into his eyes as I brought my soft lips barely an inch away from his.

He stretched out his tongue a bit more and I mirrored him, slowly sliding out my wet tongue until the tips of our tongues were touching. I was keeping my lips tantalizingly close to his but not touching his.

Slowly, sensuously, we began to lick at the tips of each other's tongue. Our eyes closed as I felt his left hand slide down my back and squeeze my juicy ass.

My fingers slid through his hair affectionately as our tongues continued their sensual dance, teasing each other, swirling, flipping around the other's tip, tasting each other's saliva. My body was on fire as I rubbed my pussy lips against his muscular thigh.

Of all the things that Duane had taught me, 'The Kiss' was one of my favourites.

After the initial dance, Duane liked to be playful and sucked my tongue in between his soft lips and began to slowly slurp on it, making lewd, sloppy, wet noises with his lips that only drove me crazier.

And then, his other finger would reach out just under my quivering tits, gently flicking my nipples as if mirroring his tongue's work.

"Mmm... ahhh... Duane," I moaned his name in a voice that was practically dripping with lust. Our tongues still locked together and his lips sucking on mine while I rubbed my wet pussy against his leg.

I knew that my calling out his name like this drove Duane nuts as it was a sign of complete surrender and submission to his touch; a sign that he had made me his.

I began to suck back hard on his tongue, slurping it into my own mouth. It was my turn now to tease my bully lover. The hand that wasn't caressing his hair was already between us, tracing over the defined muscles of his abdomen, feeling his rock-hard body flex at my gentle touch.

After we kissed like that for a while, the tip of his cock would get wet with pre-cum. I glanced down at his pouch, it was stretched to it's limit, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the dark patch where his pre-cum was leaking out. This was my signal that he was ready. And, so was I, my pussy practically dripping juices on his thighs!

I broke the kiss, a line of saliva still connecting our mouths and he opened his eyes to see me staring at his crotch. I met his gaze with an impish smile and began to gently slide down his leg until my feet touched the ground and I kneeled in front of him.

"God... just where do you find such perverted things..." I muttered, as I leaned down further to nuzzle my cheek against his pouch, feeling the warmth of his cock on my face, "This thing barely fits your monster cock..."

"You should see how sexy you look right now..." He groaned and reached out to grab his phone, "You look fucking gorgeous."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he winked back at me, "I promised you that these will always be just for you and me. Don't you trust me?"

I blushed, as always, at those words. He was dependable, he had proven that time and time again during the last month. Helping out with Manny, always being there for me, no matter what.

"Y-You're such an idiot," I murmured playfully, pouting and pressing my plump lips against his cock, holding the pose until I heard a click from his camera.

"God, that is so hot! I've got to record this! " He groaned as I peppered kisses all over his shaft, feeling it twitch and throb against my mouth, "Go on. Tell the camera what you are doing, just like I taught you..."

"I... ummm... I-I..." I stuttered and bit my lower lip nervously. Despite all his 'lessons' in talking dirty, I still struggled to let loose in front of the camera. But complied, putting on a show as I dragged my tongue slowly along the outline of his throbbing cock, "I-I'm... kissing... mmmm... your big... cock while wearing this lewd outfit you forced me into..."

"You've become quite honest with yourself, Kayla." he whispered, "Who would've thought that our school's top goody-two-shoes would utter those words while wearing something so shameful!"

But at this point, I wasn't really listening to him to give him a retort. The moment I had begun kissing his cock, it was like some primal instinct had awoken inside me and I lost myself in a trance of lust as my body moved on autopilot. Just like he had trained me to do!

"Tom would be very disappointed to hear how far his 'innocent' little sweetheart has fallen..." he chuckled as I gave him a mock glare but reached around and pulled on the strings holding the pouch together until it slid away, revealing his 12-inch monster.

"S-shut up..." I groaned in embarrassment as I pressed my tits together around his thick meaty shaft and kissed the bulbous black head, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue again.

"Oh fuck... that's good," he groaned, and I began to slowly slide my tits back and forth along his shaft. It felt so warm and thick, sandwiched between my breasts.

"Stick out your ass for the camera... just like that... God, you are so sexy..." he muttered, as I obediently arched my back and pushed out my ass to form an erotic curve.

"Mmmmm... Ahhh... fuck... ohhhhh..." I moaned out as I rubbed my tits on his hard, veiny rod, "Do you like my boobs sliding against your cock? Do you like fucking my soft tits?"

My words made his cock jerk in excitement, "Oh God... you are perfect, Kayla..."

"Ahhhhh... mmmmm..." I moaned, slowly licking the side of his cock, as I slid my tits up and down along his thick shaft, "Your fat cock is making me so wet."

He reached out to stroke my hair, "I love it when you talk to me like that."

"I know..." I smiled up at him, and this time, I opened my lips wider, slowly fitting the thick head of his cock in my mouth, "Mmmmppphhhh"

By this point, we were both turned on beyond belief, and I was desperate to taste more of him. I bobbed my head down lower, letting another inch slip between my stretched lips. It felt so hard and thick on my tongue, and my lips struggled to accommodate the girth.

"Mmm... that's it baby!" he grunted, and I began to slowly suckle on his cock, my lips stretched around him as I slid my head up and down on him. I slurped messily on his shaft, slobbering all over him as I began to move faster, "Oh shit... just like that... fuck, you look so hot right now..."

"Mmmmppphhh..." I moaned around him, my saliva dribbling out of the corner of my mouth and dripping down onto my boobs, "Cum for me, Duane! Please... shoot your load all over my tits!"

My words seemed to push him over the edge and his cock began to twitch between my lips and he groaned out loud, "Fuck... fuck... fuck... AHHHH!"

His cock throbbed and I felt his warm cum spurt out into my mouth. I tried to swallow it down but there was so much that it spilled out between my lips and down onto my chest, coating my cleavage in ropes of sticky cum as I continued to suck on him.

"Oh God..." he groaned, and I finally took my mouth off him, my lips a sloppy mess of cum, saliva and pre-cum. The camera continued recording everything and I smiled seductively up at it, opening my lips to show off the pool of cum in my mouth.

And just like he had trained me, I swirled it around my tongue for the camera before swallowing every drop with a satisfying gulp.

***

"Ahhhh... Don't tease me," I moaned as I felt his condom-covered cock tease my pussy lips from behind. We were back in his room, me on all fours, my ass on display for him while he squeezed it gently and gave it a playful spank.

"Who's teasing who?" He whispered in a low voice, "Just look at this ass. I still can't believe a loser like Tom gets to have you all to himself!"

"Shut up..." I pouted and pushed my ass back, trying to push his cock in between my pussy lips, "He... He's a great guy!"

"He's a fucking idiot who doesn't appreciate you for the goddess you are..." His fingers trailed over my soft skin, sending goosebumps through my body as I felt him position his cock just at the edge of my pussy.

"Fuck me please, Duane..." I whimpered

"See, if he were here right now, what would you do?" He teased, slapping the head of his thick cock against my pussy again. "Would you spread your legs for him? Let him see you as a slut, just like how I do? Would you beg for his cum like you do for mine?"

I bit my lower lip, trying to ignore him as best as I could but he was relentless today.

"Seriously, break up with Tom already and be my full-time girl!"

And despite myself, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat at his words, 'his girl'. Before I could reply though, he suddenly shoved his thick cock into me, making me cry out in pleasure as he filled me completely. He wasn't gentle this time; he was ruthless as he began to pound me from behind with his thick black shaft.

"OH FUCK... AHHH GOD!! Mmmm... God! You're so fucking BIG!" I cried out in ecstasy. My body quivered with each powerful thrust, my boobs jiggling like crazy with every slam of his hips into mine.

"You should really be my girlfriend..." he grunted as he fucked me hard and fast, "I've been a better 'fake boyfriend' in less than a month than your boyfriend anyway!"

I moaned incoherently, unable to reply as I felt him pound me mercilessly, "Mmmmpphhh... aahhhh... Ohhhh God!"

"If you go out with me, I'll make you feel this good every single day. You won't regret it!"

The thought made me even hornier, my pussy clamping down harder around his massive cock, as I wondered what it would be like to really be with him like that. But my conscience wouldn't let go of my guilt about Tom and I finally found my voice again, "Y-you know... I-I... Oh fuck... I-I can't... I'm... I'm ahhh... oh God... Tom's girl..." I moaned, "You can't just take me from him... like this"

"Maybe Tom deserves better than you..." he grunted, thrusting harder and faster inside me. I felt his hands grip my waist tighter, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, "A girlfriend who doesn't fuck another guy behind his back..."

"I AM... OH GOD... THE BEST... GIRLFRIEND... FOR... AHHH... TOM!!!"

"Like hell... you are!" he groaned and leaned over my body to play with my boobs as his hips continued to slam into mine, making my tits jiggle wildly. His fingers pinched and rolled my nipples as he continued to fuck me hard and fast. My pussy clamping around his thick shaft with every thrust. I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm, the way he pounded me, making my body tingle all over.

"Do you really love him that much?" he grunted and slapped my tits.

I gasped and moaned uncontrollably as I pushed back against him, the sound of my ass slapping against his crotch filling the room, "I love him more than anything! AHHH FUCK!"

"More than me?" he asked and before I could react, he pulled outside and flipped me over. Without wasting a second, he climbed on top of me, his cock teasing my pussy again as he looked down at me. His strong arms on either side of me and his muscular body pinning me beneath him.

"Wasn't I a good boyfriend all this time? " he whispered and reached out to lift my face up by my chin, looking into my blue eyes with his own. His lips opened for me and my pussy twitched with need as he pushed out his tongue, just a little, asking for 'The Kiss'

I couldn't help but nod my head in response to his question about being a good boyfriend. Duane was always caring and attentive to my needs, helping me with my worries and making me feel special. He WAS a perfect boyfriend. The only problem is that I was already taken...

"Then shouldn't I get rewarded for it?" He said and suddenly thrust forward, penetrating my needy pussy once more and at the same time my lips met his halfway, my tongue slipping out of my mouth and into his.

"I love you, Kayla," he mumbled into our kiss and his words hit me like a truck, as our bodies melded together as one; his hips thrusting into mine with every kiss, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer to me until his entire length was buried deep inside me.

'I love Tom but Duane's good too.'

'He's so much fun to be around... even when we are on our dates'

'He is so easy to talk to...'

'The sex is just so good...'

'The kisses are so much better than with Tom!'

'And his cock...'

Duane continued to grind into me, the bed shaking violently beneath us as our bodies moved in sync, "I love you, Kayla..."

"I... I..." I broke our kiss and looked up into his eyes. His thrusts slowing down, giving me a moment to breathe, his cock throbbing inside my pussy, filling it completely. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.

"P-Please just fuck me..." I whispered back to him," I'll be yours... ahh... yours tonight... just please stop teasing me and just fuck me!"

His eyes narrowed at me for a second, and there was a moment of silence before he finally nodded at me, wordlessly letting me off the hook. I felt a sudden rush of gratitude towards him, which was soon replaced with pleasure when with a sudden thrust his hips started to move again.

"Who's my slut?" he grunted angrily, as if he wanted to claim me for the night at least.

"I am!" I moaned back. His thick cock slamming in and out of me. His powerful thrusts made my tits bounce crazily on my chest as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper, "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! I'm your slut!"

"Who owns this pussy?"

"You do! It's all yours!!!" I gasped as I arched my back off the bed, my body rocking with every hard thrust.

"Show me that you want it just as bad as me?" he muttered angrily, and I knew I had hurt him.

I wanted to make him feel better, so I leaned up, pressing my soft lips against his neck, my fingers sliding through his hair as I whispered in his ear, "Get on your back..."

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow but complied, pulling out of me for a second to roll onto his back on the bed. I was still dripping wet from earlier, my pussy juices trickling down my thigh. I quickly straddled his waist and positioned myself above his cock.

"L-let your slut fuck you," I gasped as I slowly slid down his shaft, feeling him stretch me out again. My hands pressed against his chest, pinning him down as I rolled my hips against his.

"You're so fucking beautiful..."

"Ahhh... fuck... Duane... " I whimpered and began riding him hard, my boobs jiggling on my chest as I impaled myself on him again and again, my ass slapping against his thighs. My pussy was gripping his thick shaft tightly, not wanting to let go.

"God, I love this pussy..." he groaned and grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto him even harder.

"I love... ahhh... I love your c-cock so fucking much... Duane"

I couldn't believe that just a few weeks ago I hated him with such a passion.

"Fuck, Kayla, I love it when you say my name!" he grunted, "Who's slut are you?"

"D-duane's"... I whispered.

"Again..." he groaned as he grabbed my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"I-I'm Duane's slut... " I cried out as I bounced on his thick cock, my pussy clamping around his shaft.

"Fuck... fuck..." Duane moaned beneath me as I rolled my hips on him again, taking every inch of his massive rod deep inside me, "your pussy is going to milk me dry..."

"Cum in me... I love it when you cum inside me! I love feeling your cock throb inside my tight little pussy!"

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." was all he could moan.

"I want all of your cum inside me," I begged, riding him faster, grinding against him as hard as possible. My tits bouncing wildly on my chest. I leaned forward so that they were just in his face, my soft mounds pressed against his chiselled chest.

"Fill me with cum! Fill me with your cum, Duane!! AHHH FUCK!"

And with that I felt his cock swell and shoot his load. The feeling sending me over the top too.

I collapsed on top of him, my pussy clamping around his shaft as his hot cum shot out. He held me close, kissing me passionately until we both came down from our orgasmic high.

"I... ahh..." he could barely speak as I leaned back, feeling his thick meaty rod slip out of my pussy with a wet plop, the condom filled with cum almost slipping off his now softening cock.

"Duane..." I whispered back after a long while when my voice had calmed down and I had time to think this through.

"Yeah?" He murmured.

"I-I think I will stay the night... We're not going to be sleeping much... are we?" I replied in a low whisper, my lips curving slightly upwards.

"No... we are not," he smiled back and kissed me gently on the lips...

***

With Duane's father off to the coaching seminar with my mom, I lied to Dad, telling him I was going over to Karlee's. I ended up spending yet another weekend at his place. But it wasn't just all fucking all the time.

Well, to be honest, there was a lot of sex involved. But I surprised Duane with requests to take me out to multiple dates, the arcade, the movies and whatnot. Duane was confused but didn't refuse and was the perfect boyfriend for me the whole time.

And when Sunday night finally rolled around, he drove me over to my house and stopped at our usual spot a few streets down. He was about so say something when I hushed him with a finger to his lips.

"I think we need to end our 'relationship' for good..."