It had been a weird night already. I met a girl, a cute girl who was sexy in an unobtrusive way…wait, let me start over. She was cute, the kind of cute that was not obviously sexy but achieved the same effect. She was a mulatto, half black, half white; she had to tell me because I couldn’t figure out what she was. She had a wild mane of black hair, and skin the color of , well, coffee with milk and sugar. She had a great rack, especially for a chick who was 5’6". She was wearing a low-cut top and a miniskirt with open-toed shoes. Her legs were gorgeous, so were her feet. She was 42-24-38 and had one of those bubbly personalities, the kind of person you call an idiot if you don’t like them. Anyway, I was not really in the mood for a girl, but she took a liking to me. So, I had a buzz going and she was cute, so I talked to her. Turns out she loves football and watched every one of my games. A true Rutgers football fan, who would have thought they existed? We only win because of me. Anyway, She asked me eventually if I wanted to go back to her place and watch scouting films for Penn State. "Uuhhh sure." Man she was really into football.
She lived in a apartment on Commercial Ave.; ghetto, but comfortable. I didn’t think she actually had the tapes, but I was curios to see what exactly she would show me. Sure enough she had scouting tapes of Penn Sate football…last season’s reports, but impressive all the same. She had a really kiddy room with anime posters on the walls, and some SpongeBob Squarepants bedsheets. I was watching the tapes; a guy named Michael Leo has been a pain in my ass these last two years; when she comes in wearing a little pair of shorts and a wife beater. She snuggles up to me and proceeds to tell me about how they are vulnerable to blitzing, and to run when they show a nickel package. I don’t know about you, but girls talking about blitzes and screen passes gets me really horny. Of course she noticed, (when you’re as big as I am it’s hard to not notice) and made her move. Susan, her name was Susan, put one of her gorgeous brown legs over mine and said "Johnny, I have to admit I had ulterior motive for bringing you up here." I smiled and started to take off my shirt, "Lemme guess, you where hoping that I would do it to you? Well you’re wish is my command." I pulled down her shorts and she let out a little squeal of delight as I set to work on her little coffee colored pussy, (which, incidentally, didn’t taste like coffee, but damn sure was sweet). Her panting and squealing and giggling (?!?) turned me on more than I thought possible. I had to finish her off fast so I could let her get to work on me. One of the advantages of being a super hero and having super speed is you can move your tongue faster than a vibrator. When she came she wrapped her thighs around my neck so tight I thought I was gonna choke. When I pulled out my dick she didn’t look surprised at all. "A little bigger than I thought it would be", she said, "but I can handle it." She wrapped her mouth around the head and went to work. She seemed silly and girly before, but now she was all business. She worked the shaft like a pro, using all that giggly energy for a good purpose. She was not as good as say, Straight Girl, but for a non-superhero she sucked good dick. Ten minutes later she showed no signs of slowing down, but I had had enough. I gave her warning enough that I was gonna cum, but she seemed to want it. She jerked me off with her right hand and coaxed the cum out of my balls with her left hand. Her big tits swung back and forth from all of the effort she was putting into me. The first blast filled her mouth, the second coated her beautiful juggs, and the third went right in Spongebob’s eye.
After she managed to choke down my load, and I recovered from the great fucking orgasm she brought me to, our eyes met. We shared a moment of mutual satisfaction, then we both looked down at him at the same time. SpongeBob Squarepants with cum in his eye. And we laughed…we laughed for a very long time.
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Monday, April 7, 2008
The Good Student, Part 3
Two weeks later I called Jen. I had been calling Christine every other day, but she never called back. Jen said she hadn’t heard from Christine either. I started to get worried; from what Jen had told me Christine definitely wasn’t the type to do what the three of us had done a few nights ago, and I was afraid that she was experiencing some severe regrets. I wanted to do something to rectify the situation, but as I had not had a lot of experience with respectable women who actually felt some regret about the debauched activities they engaged in with me, I really didn’t know where to start. That night as I sat in my apartment pondering this very subject, my phone rang, and it was her. She had one of those voices that made everything better. Her voice reached down into my soul and extinguished all of the anxiety I had ever had about anything. She had a voice that could sooth a rabid dog, calm a rampaging elephant. In retrospect, I didn’t stand a chance. She did not have much to say. "Don’t talk", she began, "if you are serious about wanting to see me again, pick me up tomorrow night at 8. We are going out. If you agree, say yes." I was a bit taken aback by her directness, but as the theme of this month already seemed to be “John Dominated by Asian Girls”, I quickly answered "yes". She said "Good. Dress like an adult. You’re taking me to Nova Terra. If you ever, EVER want to experience what you experienced two weeks ago again, you’re going to have to show me that you can treat me like a lady. I say this because, despite my first impression, that is what I am. Is that clear?" Again, I acquiesced. "I’ll be there at 8". As she hung up on me I pondered this new turn of events; it seemed she wanted a date, a real romantic date. I spent the next 24 hours planning ways to romance the shit outta her.
***
I showed up at her dorm on Livingston promptly at 8 am in my big Black Mustang, and opened the door for her. She looked absolutely ravishing in a gold and white evening gown with matching white heels that appeared to be Monolos and a white Chanel bag. This girl really knew how to dress, a trait that I appreciated. She smiled appreciatively as I held the door for her, "I see you got my point, thank you sir.” As she went to sit down she noticed the dozen roses on the passenger seat, and picked them up. I closed the door and ran around to my side, thanking God that she looked before plopping her ass down on the big bundle of thorns sitting there. That would have been decidedly un-romantic. I got in and gunned the engine; horsepower impresses everyone, men and women. She fidgeted a little from the vibration, and said "the flowers are nice, if a little generic. At least they’re fresh." I could tell she wasn’t grading tonight on a curve, I’d have to be on my "A" game if I ever planned to get in her pants again. "So", I started, "what made you decide to give me a chance?" She gazed out the window and said, "I was a little ashamed of what I did with you and Jen; like I said, I really am not that kind of girl. But I have come to the decision that that kind of girl is inside of me somewhere, and you brought her out of me. And I liked it". As she said the last part, she looked at me and smiled a small smile, which made me feel all warm inside, like when you have the first shot of whiskey for the evening. "Who you saw that night was not me, not really. I usually am very picky about who I date, and I decided that you have to win me, earn the chance to be with me on a regular basis. You see what some of the perks are to being with me. I am not usually so forward, but I think the time to be coy has passed. You made the effort to call, so I think you have shown that you maybe serious about wanting to see me. I had to know for sure."
As she spoke I noticed she was starting to blush, another embarrassingly attractive quality she possessed. "Yes, I did want to see you. I wanted to see you that night and the next morning and every minute between then and now." I was gushing, definitely not my usual style; the cool, smooth seducer I usually am, was nowhere to be found. I found myself surprisingly emotionally naked before this woman. Fortunately we pulled up to Nova Terra before I could embarrass myself further. The valet opened Christine’s door and gave her a look that sparked a rarely felt emotion for me; jealousy. Usually when I am around my car, or whichever girl I am with that particular minute, all of the attention is on either my car or I. Sure people stare at the women I date, they’re all model quality, but I usually don’t care. For some reason I felt this powerful urge to not have that guy staring at my girl. I shot him a look that inferred a swift and blindingly painful demise for him if he even thought about looking at my date that way again. I had a lot of those looks; they come in handy when one is a superhero. He got my meaning immediately, and shuffled off to park my car. I ran over and opened the door for Christine, "sorry, I just had to take care of something." She looked at me and giggled, ‘yeah, I saw that. Try not to murder the bartender if he looks at me funny ok?"
She was right; I was coming off like a hyper-testosteroned 16 year old football jock protecting his cheerleader girlfriend. But damn she looked fine tonight. She held my arm as I ordered a table for two, and we went to the bar to wait. I ordered a Malibu bay breeze for her (when ordering for women always go with bay breeze or vodka/cran. 90% of the time it works 100% of the time) and a gin and tonic for myself. "How did you know I like Bay Breezes?" she asked. "I don’t know", I said, "lucky guess. So I didn’t mention it yet, but you absolutely gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink and said "first of all, thank you, and second of all, if I’m so gorgeous, why haven’t you noticed me before? Two weeks ago wasn’t the first time we had met you know." That can’t be right, I thought. I studied her face and searched my memory. Slowly my mind found several images of her from my past that I had never quite paid attention to. When Jen first caught my eye, Christine was right next to her. And she was also a physical therapist for the football team! I had seen her lots of times at practice, why had I never noticed before? I looked in her eyes and saw how hurt she had been that I hadn’t noticed her until we had sex.
“Oh my god, you’re one of the team trainers aren’t you?” She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "For the last three years. I’ve even worked on you from time to time, even though you never ever seemed to get hurt. In fact I don’t think I even once…" "Oh look, our table is ready", I interrupted. I tried to fake injuries every now and then in order to hide my secret identity, but the physical therapists would definitely be able to know for sure whether I was hurt or not. In any case I thought it a good idea to cover up a lie with some well-timed but damaging truth. I stalled for time, pulling out her chair for her, and looking over the menus. Eventually I said, "To be honest, I didn’t ever notice you; you weren’t my type of girl." I quickly added, "You aren’t a slut, and you have class. Most of my time here, I have been chasing the easy girls, the shallow girls, the ones who I absolutely knew that I could sleep with no problem at all. But you were not and are not that type of girl. I knew just from glancing at you that you were intelligent, that you had class and that you cared enough to carry yourself with a certain amount of respect. I was not used to girls like you, and I had no idea on how to even approach a girl… woman such as yourself.” Her eyes perked up a little and she said with a smile, "so what you’re saying is that I was too good for you?" Relieved that I had undone the tension somewhat, I said "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve never been with a respectable woman before, and I had no idea how to even begin to try and romance one." I guess that was an acceptable answer, because she visibly relaxed somewhat, but then she looked me right in the eye and said "do you know how to romance a respectable woman now?" To be honest, it was a question I had been asking myself since yesterday. Her large brown eyes transfixed me. They were amazingly elegant and alluring, shining with strength and intelligence; I couldn’t bullshit this woman if my life was on the line. I didn’t want her to know that I doubted myself though, so with all of the fake confidence I could muster, I said "That’s for you to decide, now isn’t it? But I think the answer will be yes."
***
Dinner went uneventfully, but we had very good conversation. Turns out that she isn’t a physical therapist yet, but that’s what her eventual goal is. Right now she’s just doing what she can to get experience for when she applies to grad school. The more we talked the more beautiful she became. I gave her all of the signs that I was paying attention, being a good listener is very important to women, but all the time I was cursing myself for not noticing her sooner. I already knew that she was a Tiger in bed, but I did not realize how wonderful it could be to have an actual real conversation with a girl for the purpose of learning information, and not just to talk her into having sex with me. I wasn’t just learning about her, I was learning that a woman could actually be more than a sex object. Look, I’m a 20 year old male, don’t judge me; It takes most guys decades to figure out that women are good for more than just sex. It took me 2, sue me. I did all of the gentlemanly things, I ordered for her, I didn’t eat like huge ravenous monster, I put my napkin in my lap, kept my elbows off of the table, in short I tried to show her that I wasn’t raised by wild pigs. It seemed to impress her, because I am certain that she noticed. I don’t think that I used the right fork for my salad, but I don’t think she was grading that closely… I hope. When we were finished eating, they cleared a space for dancing and started to play some salsa. "Oh", I said, "do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer I dragged her to the dance floor." “But Johnny” she said, “I don’t know how to salsa, I’m really not that great a dancer." I had already set my sights on what I wanted to do, when a slow salsa song started up. "Its OK babe", I said, "just follow my lead."
I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me. I guided her across the floor; she wasn’t as bad as she said she was. Either that, or she was an incredibly fast learner; when I spun her, she spun, when I dipped her, she dipped. I had never achieved such synergy the first time dancing such a complicated dance. She was light on her feet and very comfortable in her own skin. After a few songs she started to anticipate where I was going, and our bodies moved as one. The more we danced, little beads of sweat began to form on her chest and trickle down her breasts; an incredibly erotic sight. In fact, the whole thing was turning me on a lot considering that her ass wasn’t grinding against my crotch like most of the girls I dance with. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling; she was concentrating too hard on keeping up with me. But she looked like she was having fun, and the closer we became the more I would touch her. It was the most subtle seduction I had ever attempted; a caress there, a brush here, every now and then my hand would graze her breast or drift across her stomach, lingering every so briefly on her curvaceous hips. To my surprise, I noticed that it actually seemed to be working. Almost imperceptibly she seemed to be getting turned on. She started to breathe faster and faster, and it wasn’t from the dancing. Who knew that not being an overbearing jerk could actually win you a woman; more importantly, who knew I had the ability to not be an overbearing jerk? This girl was teaching me more about myself in one night than I had learned in the last year. As I was lost in revelry, I hadn’t noticed that my body was on auto-pilot, and was running Christine ragged. I gathered her up and took her back to the bar.
"I’m sorry", I said, I get kind of carried away when I’m dancing. You are great by the way, you really underestimate yourself." I ordered her water, which she drank immediately. "I don’t know, I felt like you were doing all of the work." "Oh, I was" I said, "When I dance with someone less experienced than me, I lead as much as possible, but when you learn more steps, I’ll be an afterthought. You’ll be the star of the dance floor. You know, assuming that we have a second date." She dabbed some sweat off of her head, around her neck, and then down her chest. I couldn’t help but stare every bit of the way. "Well, right now it’s looking like a distinct possibility. I’ve never danced like that before, and I want to do it again, after I’ve had some time to practice. I just wanna say thank you Johnny, I really like having new experiences like this." She hugged my arm and nuzzled against me like she always wanted to be right were she was right now; eliciting a response something akin to what I’ve heard can be called "Love?" "Hm? What did you say?" "Oh nothing, nothing. Hey why don’t we get out of here, I know somewhere we can go." We went to the door where my car was waiting. I quickly inspected it for scratches, and just for fun, shot the attendant yet another glance that I’m certain brought him to the edge of complete pants urination. I looked at Christine to find that she was suppressing a smirk. “You like it when I scare people, don’t you?” She straightened her face out and lied “No, that is wrong, and you shouldn’t be doing that.”
The valet attempted to open the door for her, and I looked him off and opened the door myself. This time I definitely saw her giggle. We took off down 18, speeding all the way. I didn’t have to worry about cops because Melissa radar-proofed my Mustang, but Christine didn’t know that. However, she was surprisingly calm as I aggressively wove through the ever-present traffic in East Brunswick. "I hope the way I drive doesn’t bother you", I said full well knowing that I wanted to see how she’d take my driving, “I tend to speed." She reclined leisurely in my comfortable leather seat, "No, actually I like it. It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time, like being in an action movie. Besides, I trust you." She likes the way I drive! I was giddy; very few girls could stand the way I drove when I drove the way I wanted to. Also, the concept of a woman “trusting” me was quite foreign; I had no idea what a woman meant when she said she trusted a guy. I’d have to ask Melissa about that tomorrow. "Where are we going anyway? It’s the middle of the night and all the bars are closed. We already ate so we can’t be going to a diner." I could tell that all of the Bay Breezes were starting to kick in as her face took on a nice rosy red flush. She took her heels off and put her feet on my dashboard. Hm, cute toes. "We are going to the beach.” "Really", she said, "but it’s the middle of the night. People don’t go to the beach at night." "Exactly", I said.
Twenty minutes later we were walking in the sand at Point Pleasant. I carried her so that 1. She didn’t have to put her heels back on and 2. The alcohol really started hitting her on the way down and she was having trouble walking on sand. I sat us down on one of the dunes next to the water, and she sat in my lap. I held her close as we gazed out into the deep blue darkness of the Atlantic Ocean at night, and we just talked. We talked about everything; school, work (her job), sports (my job), money, our families, our past, our future… everything. I had never been on a date that lasted this long where I wasn’t having sex with the girl by now, and I did not care. Apparently there are other types of gratifying intercourse other than sexual. I had never felt so relaxed and at ease in my life, and the feeling seemed to be mutual, as I looked down and noticed she had fallen asleep in my lap like a little kitten. As I ran my fingers through her jet-black hair, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, to mark it down in permanent ink in my consciousness. It is moments like these that sustain me when life is literally exploding around me and everything is chaos and pain. These quiet times with people who really mean something to me, this is the meaning of life. Right now, my entire life was summed up in this dream of a woman who slept like an Angel in my lap.
***
I thought maybe 5 minutes had passed, but when I opened my eyes again the sun was up. "Christine, Chris wake up, we fell asleep." She slowly came to and looked at the sun coming up over the waves. "Mmmm it’s beautiful." “Come on honey, it’s time to go home." I gathered her up again and carried her back to the car. She looked like a little Asian angel in my passenger seat, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. When we got back to Livingston I gently nudged her awake. “Chris babe, you’re home.” I walked her to her door and suddenly realized that I was not automatically invited in. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said, ‘Johnny, I had a wonderful night. You are hereby invited to call me later today for a second date.” She smiled a smile brighter than the rapidly rising sun. “OK, that’s cool. But do I get a good night, er, good morning kiss?” Her answer was not with words, but with the slowest, most seductive, gentle, kiss I had ever had, or have had since. It was deceptive, for somewhere in her kiss there was a hint of the Tiger I had experienced two weeks ago. I can’t imagine that was an accident, I think maybe she wanted to remind me what my reward for good behavior could be. "Good night Johnny.” I watched her as she walked up the stairs inside until she was out of sight. I focused on her walk; she had been out all night, I danced her ragged, then we slept on the beach, and she still managed to walk like a supermodel; in heels no less. I took a deep breath and headed back to my car, her kiss leaving me more hung-over than any vodka ever could. Her scent lingered in my car, and every time I inhaled thoughts of her filled my head yet again. That’s how my first lesson in dating a respectable girl went. I decided that if all of my lessons were going to be like this, then I would be her best student from now on.
***
I showed up at her dorm on Livingston promptly at 8 am in my big Black Mustang, and opened the door for her. She looked absolutely ravishing in a gold and white evening gown with matching white heels that appeared to be Monolos and a white Chanel bag. This girl really knew how to dress, a trait that I appreciated. She smiled appreciatively as I held the door for her, "I see you got my point, thank you sir.” As she went to sit down she noticed the dozen roses on the passenger seat, and picked them up. I closed the door and ran around to my side, thanking God that she looked before plopping her ass down on the big bundle of thorns sitting there. That would have been decidedly un-romantic. I got in and gunned the engine; horsepower impresses everyone, men and women. She fidgeted a little from the vibration, and said "the flowers are nice, if a little generic. At least they’re fresh." I could tell she wasn’t grading tonight on a curve, I’d have to be on my "A" game if I ever planned to get in her pants again. "So", I started, "what made you decide to give me a chance?" She gazed out the window and said, "I was a little ashamed of what I did with you and Jen; like I said, I really am not that kind of girl. But I have come to the decision that that kind of girl is inside of me somewhere, and you brought her out of me. And I liked it". As she said the last part, she looked at me and smiled a small smile, which made me feel all warm inside, like when you have the first shot of whiskey for the evening. "Who you saw that night was not me, not really. I usually am very picky about who I date, and I decided that you have to win me, earn the chance to be with me on a regular basis. You see what some of the perks are to being with me. I am not usually so forward, but I think the time to be coy has passed. You made the effort to call, so I think you have shown that you maybe serious about wanting to see me. I had to know for sure."
As she spoke I noticed she was starting to blush, another embarrassingly attractive quality she possessed. "Yes, I did want to see you. I wanted to see you that night and the next morning and every minute between then and now." I was gushing, definitely not my usual style; the cool, smooth seducer I usually am, was nowhere to be found. I found myself surprisingly emotionally naked before this woman. Fortunately we pulled up to Nova Terra before I could embarrass myself further. The valet opened Christine’s door and gave her a look that sparked a rarely felt emotion for me; jealousy. Usually when I am around my car, or whichever girl I am with that particular minute, all of the attention is on either my car or I. Sure people stare at the women I date, they’re all model quality, but I usually don’t care. For some reason I felt this powerful urge to not have that guy staring at my girl. I shot him a look that inferred a swift and blindingly painful demise for him if he even thought about looking at my date that way again. I had a lot of those looks; they come in handy when one is a superhero. He got my meaning immediately, and shuffled off to park my car. I ran over and opened the door for Christine, "sorry, I just had to take care of something." She looked at me and giggled, ‘yeah, I saw that. Try not to murder the bartender if he looks at me funny ok?"
She was right; I was coming off like a hyper-testosteroned 16 year old football jock protecting his cheerleader girlfriend. But damn she looked fine tonight. She held my arm as I ordered a table for two, and we went to the bar to wait. I ordered a Malibu bay breeze for her (when ordering for women always go with bay breeze or vodka/cran. 90% of the time it works 100% of the time) and a gin and tonic for myself. "How did you know I like Bay Breezes?" she asked. "I don’t know", I said, "lucky guess. So I didn’t mention it yet, but you absolutely gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink and said "first of all, thank you, and second of all, if I’m so gorgeous, why haven’t you noticed me before? Two weeks ago wasn’t the first time we had met you know." That can’t be right, I thought. I studied her face and searched my memory. Slowly my mind found several images of her from my past that I had never quite paid attention to. When Jen first caught my eye, Christine was right next to her. And she was also a physical therapist for the football team! I had seen her lots of times at practice, why had I never noticed before? I looked in her eyes and saw how hurt she had been that I hadn’t noticed her until we had sex.
“Oh my god, you’re one of the team trainers aren’t you?” She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "For the last three years. I’ve even worked on you from time to time, even though you never ever seemed to get hurt. In fact I don’t think I even once…" "Oh look, our table is ready", I interrupted. I tried to fake injuries every now and then in order to hide my secret identity, but the physical therapists would definitely be able to know for sure whether I was hurt or not. In any case I thought it a good idea to cover up a lie with some well-timed but damaging truth. I stalled for time, pulling out her chair for her, and looking over the menus. Eventually I said, "To be honest, I didn’t ever notice you; you weren’t my type of girl." I quickly added, "You aren’t a slut, and you have class. Most of my time here, I have been chasing the easy girls, the shallow girls, the ones who I absolutely knew that I could sleep with no problem at all. But you were not and are not that type of girl. I knew just from glancing at you that you were intelligent, that you had class and that you cared enough to carry yourself with a certain amount of respect. I was not used to girls like you, and I had no idea on how to even approach a girl… woman such as yourself.” Her eyes perked up a little and she said with a smile, "so what you’re saying is that I was too good for you?" Relieved that I had undone the tension somewhat, I said "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve never been with a respectable woman before, and I had no idea how to even begin to try and romance one." I guess that was an acceptable answer, because she visibly relaxed somewhat, but then she looked me right in the eye and said "do you know how to romance a respectable woman now?" To be honest, it was a question I had been asking myself since yesterday. Her large brown eyes transfixed me. They were amazingly elegant and alluring, shining with strength and intelligence; I couldn’t bullshit this woman if my life was on the line. I didn’t want her to know that I doubted myself though, so with all of the fake confidence I could muster, I said "That’s for you to decide, now isn’t it? But I think the answer will be yes."
***
Dinner went uneventfully, but we had very good conversation. Turns out that she isn’t a physical therapist yet, but that’s what her eventual goal is. Right now she’s just doing what she can to get experience for when she applies to grad school. The more we talked the more beautiful she became. I gave her all of the signs that I was paying attention, being a good listener is very important to women, but all the time I was cursing myself for not noticing her sooner. I already knew that she was a Tiger in bed, but I did not realize how wonderful it could be to have an actual real conversation with a girl for the purpose of learning information, and not just to talk her into having sex with me. I wasn’t just learning about her, I was learning that a woman could actually be more than a sex object. Look, I’m a 20 year old male, don’t judge me; It takes most guys decades to figure out that women are good for more than just sex. It took me 2, sue me. I did all of the gentlemanly things, I ordered for her, I didn’t eat like huge ravenous monster, I put my napkin in my lap, kept my elbows off of the table, in short I tried to show her that I wasn’t raised by wild pigs. It seemed to impress her, because I am certain that she noticed. I don’t think that I used the right fork for my salad, but I don’t think she was grading that closely… I hope. When we were finished eating, they cleared a space for dancing and started to play some salsa. "Oh", I said, "do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer I dragged her to the dance floor." “But Johnny” she said, “I don’t know how to salsa, I’m really not that great a dancer." I had already set my sights on what I wanted to do, when a slow salsa song started up. "Its OK babe", I said, "just follow my lead."
I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me. I guided her across the floor; she wasn’t as bad as she said she was. Either that, or she was an incredibly fast learner; when I spun her, she spun, when I dipped her, she dipped. I had never achieved such synergy the first time dancing such a complicated dance. She was light on her feet and very comfortable in her own skin. After a few songs she started to anticipate where I was going, and our bodies moved as one. The more we danced, little beads of sweat began to form on her chest and trickle down her breasts; an incredibly erotic sight. In fact, the whole thing was turning me on a lot considering that her ass wasn’t grinding against my crotch like most of the girls I dance with. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling; she was concentrating too hard on keeping up with me. But she looked like she was having fun, and the closer we became the more I would touch her. It was the most subtle seduction I had ever attempted; a caress there, a brush here, every now and then my hand would graze her breast or drift across her stomach, lingering every so briefly on her curvaceous hips. To my surprise, I noticed that it actually seemed to be working. Almost imperceptibly she seemed to be getting turned on. She started to breathe faster and faster, and it wasn’t from the dancing. Who knew that not being an overbearing jerk could actually win you a woman; more importantly, who knew I had the ability to not be an overbearing jerk? This girl was teaching me more about myself in one night than I had learned in the last year. As I was lost in revelry, I hadn’t noticed that my body was on auto-pilot, and was running Christine ragged. I gathered her up and took her back to the bar.
"I’m sorry", I said, I get kind of carried away when I’m dancing. You are great by the way, you really underestimate yourself." I ordered her water, which she drank immediately. "I don’t know, I felt like you were doing all of the work." "Oh, I was" I said, "When I dance with someone less experienced than me, I lead as much as possible, but when you learn more steps, I’ll be an afterthought. You’ll be the star of the dance floor. You know, assuming that we have a second date." She dabbed some sweat off of her head, around her neck, and then down her chest. I couldn’t help but stare every bit of the way. "Well, right now it’s looking like a distinct possibility. I’ve never danced like that before, and I want to do it again, after I’ve had some time to practice. I just wanna say thank you Johnny, I really like having new experiences like this." She hugged my arm and nuzzled against me like she always wanted to be right were she was right now; eliciting a response something akin to what I’ve heard can be called "Love?" "Hm? What did you say?" "Oh nothing, nothing. Hey why don’t we get out of here, I know somewhere we can go." We went to the door where my car was waiting. I quickly inspected it for scratches, and just for fun, shot the attendant yet another glance that I’m certain brought him to the edge of complete pants urination. I looked at Christine to find that she was suppressing a smirk. “You like it when I scare people, don’t you?” She straightened her face out and lied “No, that is wrong, and you shouldn’t be doing that.”
The valet attempted to open the door for her, and I looked him off and opened the door myself. This time I definitely saw her giggle. We took off down 18, speeding all the way. I didn’t have to worry about cops because Melissa radar-proofed my Mustang, but Christine didn’t know that. However, she was surprisingly calm as I aggressively wove through the ever-present traffic in East Brunswick. "I hope the way I drive doesn’t bother you", I said full well knowing that I wanted to see how she’d take my driving, “I tend to speed." She reclined leisurely in my comfortable leather seat, "No, actually I like it. It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time, like being in an action movie. Besides, I trust you." She likes the way I drive! I was giddy; very few girls could stand the way I drove when I drove the way I wanted to. Also, the concept of a woman “trusting” me was quite foreign; I had no idea what a woman meant when she said she trusted a guy. I’d have to ask Melissa about that tomorrow. "Where are we going anyway? It’s the middle of the night and all the bars are closed. We already ate so we can’t be going to a diner." I could tell that all of the Bay Breezes were starting to kick in as her face took on a nice rosy red flush. She took her heels off and put her feet on my dashboard. Hm, cute toes. "We are going to the beach.” "Really", she said, "but it’s the middle of the night. People don’t go to the beach at night." "Exactly", I said.
Twenty minutes later we were walking in the sand at Point Pleasant. I carried her so that 1. She didn’t have to put her heels back on and 2. The alcohol really started hitting her on the way down and she was having trouble walking on sand. I sat us down on one of the dunes next to the water, and she sat in my lap. I held her close as we gazed out into the deep blue darkness of the Atlantic Ocean at night, and we just talked. We talked about everything; school, work (her job), sports (my job), money, our families, our past, our future… everything. I had never been on a date that lasted this long where I wasn’t having sex with the girl by now, and I did not care. Apparently there are other types of gratifying intercourse other than sexual. I had never felt so relaxed and at ease in my life, and the feeling seemed to be mutual, as I looked down and noticed she had fallen asleep in my lap like a little kitten. As I ran my fingers through her jet-black hair, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, to mark it down in permanent ink in my consciousness. It is moments like these that sustain me when life is literally exploding around me and everything is chaos and pain. These quiet times with people who really mean something to me, this is the meaning of life. Right now, my entire life was summed up in this dream of a woman who slept like an Angel in my lap.
***
I thought maybe 5 minutes had passed, but when I opened my eyes again the sun was up. "Christine, Chris wake up, we fell asleep." She slowly came to and looked at the sun coming up over the waves. "Mmmm it’s beautiful." “Come on honey, it’s time to go home." I gathered her up again and carried her back to the car. She looked like a little Asian angel in my passenger seat, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. When we got back to Livingston I gently nudged her awake. “Chris babe, you’re home.” I walked her to her door and suddenly realized that I was not automatically invited in. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said, ‘Johnny, I had a wonderful night. You are hereby invited to call me later today for a second date.” She smiled a smile brighter than the rapidly rising sun. “OK, that’s cool. But do I get a good night, er, good morning kiss?” Her answer was not with words, but with the slowest, most seductive, gentle, kiss I had ever had, or have had since. It was deceptive, for somewhere in her kiss there was a hint of the Tiger I had experienced two weeks ago. I can’t imagine that was an accident, I think maybe she wanted to remind me what my reward for good behavior could be. "Good night Johnny.” I watched her as she walked up the stairs inside until she was out of sight. I focused on her walk; she had been out all night, I danced her ragged, then we slept on the beach, and she still managed to walk like a supermodel; in heels no less. I took a deep breath and headed back to my car, her kiss leaving me more hung-over than any vodka ever could. Her scent lingered in my car, and every time I inhaled thoughts of her filled my head yet again. That’s how my first lesson in dating a respectable girl went. I decided that if all of my lessons were going to be like this, then I would be her best student from now on.
The Good Student, Part 2
My phone rang around 7 o clock on Wednesday night. It was my best friend Jen. She is a crazy girl, and very experienced with boys, but she’s always been good to me . For instance, she has a few boys that she keeps around more or less as pets. They do her bidding, and the ones that are very good she will let do stuff to her. She always says I need to be more adventurous and open-minded, but that was never really my thing. She has a dirty mouth, and I always use the proper words for things. She gives me a dirty look whenever I say “penis” or “vagina”. “Christine”, she says, “it’s cock and cunt. What are you, 12?” I just look down when she says things like that. I wish I could be more confident and outgoing as she is, but she knows as well as I do how traditional Filipino families are, and I am a product of that. “That’s no excuse”, she says, “I am a product of that too. Look, I’ll be by to pick you up at 8. Dress up, we’re going to go out tonight, but first we’re going to stop by my friend’s house. His name is Johnny, and he will help you learn how to loosen up.” I didn’t like the sound of that at all, but I have to admit that I was intrigued. “Ok, I’ll be ready.”
I put on my 7 For All Mankind jeans and my 4 inch Manolo heels. I don’t know if I looked sexy, but I felt sexy, and that would have to be good enough. Jen pulled up right on time in her new Eclipse and we drove over to one of the new dorms on
His apartment was wonderful to say the least. It was no regular dorm room; it took up the whole top floor of the building. It had a huge living room with the kitchen off to the right, and the bedrooms in the back. Christine made her way to the back and told me to make myself comfortable. I sat down on a love seat across from one of the big couches and checked my makeup. I don’t know why she brought me along for this. Jen is much prettier than me. What would Johnny want with me if she is here? Eventually they came out together, Jen looking very smug. Johnny looked sexier than I imagined him to. I had always had a thing for Black guys, but I was always too shy to do anything bout it. He wore a wife beater which showcased his big, strong arms and wide muscular chest. He wore black jeans and no shoes. His skin was a delicious shade of dark brown, and his smile… well, his smile just made me warm all over. I couldn’t believe that I was sitting here in the company of the sexiest man I had ever seen. I was reacting like a little girl with her first crush. I had to pull myself together so I wouldn’t look like a total idiot in front of this man. He came over and sat next to me instead of Jen, which shocked me. He put his arm around me and said “You’re right, Jen. She is cute. But are you sure she’s up to this? She looks really nervous.” I sat up straight and glared at him. “No! I am not scared. I was just surprised to see you, that’s all.” As nervous as I was, my pride would not let me show it. I snuggled up against him and said “So, what are you supposed to be teaching me?” with all of the fake bravado I could muster. Johnny leaned over and whispered into my ear, “This”. All of the air rushed out if my body and he gently kissed and sucked on my neck. Suddenly, breathing became difficult.
Then, Jen did something I’ve never seen her do before; she opened up her blouse and started to rub her breasts. “Christine, take his shirt off.” I felt myself turning a deep shade of red. This wonderful, beautiful man was kissing my neck-- and, where were his hands going -- and my best friend was watching us and enjoying herself! “Christine, take his shirt off and rub your hands over his chest now! Do you want me to make him stop?’ I was breathless but I managed to say, “No… No, I don’t want him to stop. Please don’t stop.” Jen then took her bra off and was brazenly playing with her nipples. “If you haven’t realized yet Chris, I’m in charge here. You and Johnny are performing for my amusement. Do what I say or I make Johnny stop. And I know you don’t want that, do you?” At this point, Johnny had one hand on my left breast and his other down my pants. My hands ran up and down Johnny’s rock-hard chest and took his shirt off. It was as if they were acting in their own. All of it seemed like I was out of my mind, in a dream. But I did not want it to end, no matter how strange I knew I would feel about it later.
I did what Jen said. Johnny’s hand worked expertly on my clit. I could not believe how wet I was, I had already soaked my panties, and he had just started. I moaned as much as I could, but it was hard to breathe with the waves of pleasure that I was experiencing. I could not believe what I was doing but I was so turned on, I couldn’t stop. Johnny was rough with me but I felt so safe with him. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted him to use me for his own pleasure. God, what was happening to me?! His other hand twisted and tweaked my dark brown nipples, raising them to a hardness that could cut glass. He slipped a finger easily into my hole and I gasped for air. “Jen, I don’t know if I should do this anymore. This girl isn’t breathing!” I scratched my nails into his chest with surprising fierceness and said, “No, no, don’t stop. I’m fine.” Christine was ready to put forth a new set of orders.
“No she isn’t going to stop Johnny she’s just getting started. Chris, pull out his cock and suck him.” My eyes grew wide. “You want me to what? I can’t suck his penis, at least not in front of you.” Jen gave me a harsh look and said, “No, you won’t suck his penis. I want you to put his big black cock in your mouth until he blows his load down your throat. Do you understand?” I didn’t have much willpower left at this point after what Johnny was doing to my… pussy. I ran my fingers over his washboard abs and into his pants. What I found there was marvelous to say the least. His pe… cock was beautiful. It was 10 inches already, and he wasn’t fully hard yet. “I can’t swallow all of this, but I’ll try”, I said as I ran both hands up and down his shaft. I was hypnotized by the monster I had pulled from his pants. Johnny laid back, ready to enjoy the ride. “That’s okay, baby. You just do you best and everything else will take care of itself. You want to, don’t you?” I was overcome with want, “Yes. God, yes.” Jen interjected, “Yes what, Chris? What do you want to do? I want to hear you say it.” I hesitated, and then I gathered myself and said “I want to suck his cock. I want his big, black cock in my mouth. Can I, Jen?” Jen smiled a wide smile and said “You always were a fast learner, Chris. Yes, you may suck his cock.”
I was suddenly glad I had a wide mouth as I let his cock slide between my lips. To my own surprise, I gobbled it down hungrily, stuffing myself with as much as I could handle. I tasted and savored his hot tool in my mouth, then pulled it up and slid down again. Soon I was bobbing my head up and down like a woman possessed. My saliva ran down over my hand. I couldn’t believe I was drooling so much over this man’s cock that it formed a little puddle on his stomach. I couldn’t get enough. I ran my tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his dick, never stopping jerking him off with both hands. There was a fire deep inside me that wanted to please this man as fast as possible. I wanted to receive my reward as soon as I could, in my mouth and all over my face. “Jen, can he cum in my mouth and on my face? Please?” I also was surprised at how fast a learner I had been. Part of what scared me and fascinated me about all this was how much I enjoyed performing for my best friend, taking direction from her and asking for permission to do by far the most perverse things that I had ever done in my life. Maybe that’s why I enjoyed doing it. I wasn’t in control. I had never been a normal, submissive Asian girl, but here I was-- blowing a black guy I just met for my friend’s amusement. I loved every minute of it.
Jen now had her skirt around her waste and was playing with her clit, her other had still rubbing and kneading her breasts. Her pussy was as wet as mine and that made me even more excited. The idea that I was sexy and that I turned her on made me feel… I don’t even know how to describe it. Whatever the feeling was, it ended up being good for Johnny as I put even more effort into the blow job I was giving him. If I had an audience, I wanted to do my best to put on a good performance. I put his cock back into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. In no time at all he gave me my reward for a job well done. The first wave filled my mouth just by itself, so I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let him wash me down with the rest of his hot seed. It felt so good. I let the last bit drip onto my own breasts. I had never felt the sense of satisfaction that I did from seeing the look of serenity that I had put on Johnny’s face. He looked so peaceful, like a big, Black, spent angel. I looked over at Jen and she was suddenly right next to me. “You’re a good girl, Christine. Here, let me clean you up.” I sat there frozen as she licked the cum off of my face and breasts. My body tingled and shuddered; I didn’t know what to do. I was never interested in girls sexually, but this… felt wonderful. My vagina was on fire. I needed him inside me desperately. “Jen, Jen, please? Can he fuck me? I need him to fuck me!” I could barely breathe, my lust was making it hard to do anything. Jen finished swallowing the last of Johnny’s cum that she had sucked off of my nipples and said, “You have been a good girl.” She looked towards Johnny and said, “Fuck her like you fucked me.”
Wordlessly, Johnny picked me up and placed me on the couch, spreading my legs as far apart as they would go. Amazingly, he was still hard as steel, and he aimed that weapon of his at my dripping hole (when did I start to think in such dirty language?). He pushed into me slowly, and I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him inside me. Sensing my urgency, he started to fuck me hard and fast. My wetness made all sorts of obscene sucking and squishing noises as he dove in and out of me. Things came out of my mouth that I never thought I would hear myself say. “Oh, goddamit! Yes, fuck the shit out of me you big, black motherfucker!” I haven’t sworn like that before or since. He pushed my legs back so far that my feet were flat against the back of the couch. I was completely open, and I needed to be in order to accept all that he was giving me. After what felt like hours and at least 5 orgasms later, my mind reeled from what was happening. I started to hope that he was close to coming, because I really wasn’t sure how much more my mind and body could take of this. “Johnny, please cum, please, I can’t take any more, I want more of your hot cum in my mouth!” For the first time in a while, I remembered that Jen was there, and I looked over to see what she was doing. She now had four fingers of one hand inside of her, and the other hand was vigorously rubbing her clit. She looked quite disheveled and sweaty, as if she had cum several times herself. “Yeah, Johnny. You’ve fucked her enough. Be a good boy and shoot a big, hot bunch of spooge in her mouth. And when he does, Chris, hold it in your mouth until I say you can swallow.” Johnny and I both nodded as he increased his pace. I was on the verge of sensory overload; my nerves were shot from the intense pleasure I had experienced, and I felt woozy. Suddenly he pulled out and put his cock right in my face. I was not so out of it that I didn’t know what to do then. I put the head right between my lips and welcomed his cum into my mouth yet again. This time I tried to hold it but it was far too much; a lot of it ran down my chin back onto my breasts. When he was done he collapsed onto the couch, and Jen was immediately right next to me. Her hair was down and she was half naked. “Kiss
The Good Student, Part 1
I was in Bio class, a class that bores me nearly to violence. It’s not that Biology is a boring subject in general, but is incredibly boring for me. In the course of oh, say, a 4 month semester, I usually break 80% of my bones, get shot in all of my major organs, and sustain fatal injuries to everything else. Consequently I am intimately familiar with the human body and all of the injuries it can sustain. It’s like when you own a shitty car, you become an amateur mechanic because of all the stuff that breaks on your shitty car. There’s very little else I can learn from this fat professor who smells faintly of Drakkar Noir. I usually pass time in class by making up little stories about what his social life must be like and the awfully inept, awkward dates he goes on. Whatever other time I had to kill in class I spent flirting with the prettier girls in the class. Eventually though, you run out of girls, and I make a practice of not sleeping with any random girls I meet in class more than twice. The problem now was that it was late in the semester and I had pretty much exhausted my options.
There was one girl I hadn’t talked to yet, but it was more because she was not my type. She was one of those quiet little Asian girls who never make waves, does what she’s told, and gets an A all the time. Not my type at all…I like girls who have the potential for wildness, who can get me going. There’s a certain excitement from corrupting innocent good girls, but I was afraid I would be just too much work to do for this girl. She was pretty enough by far…dark yellow skin like gold…Filipino I think, and deep soulful eyes, nearly black, lurking behind surprisingly modern frames. She dressed the way she should, generic, but neat. As I observed her taking notes (missing all of said notes in the process) I noticed the slight swell of her breasts, which produced a slight swell in my pants in response. “Hell, who am I to argue with my dick, I thought, “if she is good enough for him, she’s good enough for me.” The next step was how to bed the beauty; most quiet little good girls are scared to death of a big black guy like me, and my big black…well, you know. But it couldn’t hurt to give it a try. Hell I had nothing better to do tonight.
After class I approached her and asked if she could help me study for the final. "Oh hi, you’re Johnny Taurus right? The football player?" Again my reputation preceded me. Maybe she was a fan, which would make things easier. "Yeah that’s me, and you are?"
She blushed ever so slightly and looked away. It was perhaps the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. "Oh, my name is Jen. I watch you at the games. I had always wanted to talk to you but I never thought I would I considered myself lucky to just be in class with you."
Ah, hero worship never, ever gets old. This may be easier than I thought. "Well, Jen, I guess you wouldn’t mind helping me study for the final then huh? I just don’t get this Bio stuff, and I couldn’t help but notice how smart you are." She blushed harder and avoided my eyes, but her joy was palpable. "Oh I do my best. I mean, if you think you need help, I think I could help you. Are you busy tonight?"
She’s on the hook, now to reel her in. "No baby, I have nothing to do but spend time with you. And study, you know?" Now the smile…they can never resist the smile. Our eyes met for the first time and she looked like she was going to cum right then. "O-OK, 8 then. I have to go now, but come to my room, Quad s house 21, room 12. Come at 7 OK? I will see you then." She trotted off like she had just won the lottery. Little did I know that it was I who had hit the jackpot.
***
Around
"I hope you didn’t think you were coming here to study were you?"
I turned around and there she was, wearing nothing but her glasses, a black thong and a very wicked smile. "Because I have other plans for you. Now get on your back. get on your fucking back!" I jumped at the sudden angry tone she used. I was already off guard by her stripping before I even had a chance to seduce her, but her forcefulness was completely uncharacteristic. I lay down and she jumped on top of the bed and dug one of her stiletto heels into my chest. “When did she put those o-"OUCH!" "Shut the fuck up you fucking pussy. I’ve been dreaming of fucking the great and mighty Johnny Taurus all year, and you’re not going to ruin it by fagging out on me, now are you? ARE YOU!?!" She dug her heel deeper into my chest, and I had to stifle the urge to say anything else. I had obviously made a judgment error in assuming that this was your average Good Asian Girl. My reverie was interrupted by the spilling of hot wax on my chest. "I like the sounds boys make when I hurt them. Don’t worry; I’ll make it up to you." At this point I realized I had no control over the situation, and, actually, I had no problem with that. This was loads more fun than I was expecting to have.
Jen kindly removed her heel from my ribcage and pulled off my clothes until I was naked. I was hard as a rock at this point, shooting straight up into the air. "Ah Johnny, you do not disappoint. It’s not the nicest cock I’ve ever had, but it’ll do. Now if you haven’t guessed you’re going to do exactly what I say, or you get no treat understand?" I nodded in assent, amused by the total freak I had gotten myself involved with. "Now first I want you so suck my pussy, and lick it like you mean it or no treat for daddy. She lowered her soaking wet pussy onto my face and smacked me in the head. "Eat it you fucking sissy! Lick my fucking cunt till I scream!" Not being a soldier who disobeyed orders, I immediately stuck my tongue in her hole and wiggled it around. She was indeed leaking like a faucet, and her juices tasted wonderful dripping down my throat. I moved my tongue to her clit, licking it up and down as fast as I could (which, as you can imagine, is pretty fast). She obviously approved as she was to busy moaning to abuse me more. She was not however too distracted to continue swearing like a drunken sailor. "Oh YES, YES! LICK ME YOU FUCKING NIGGER! LICK MY FUCKING PUSSY, YES, YES SWALLOW MY CUM! OH GOD YOU WHORE, YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM HARD!" I sped up my tongue speed to that of a vibrator, and rubbed her nipples between my fingers. She came and she came hard; I’m sure the whole quad heard her scream. And I licked up every bit of juice that came from her. I couldn’t help but to, it was like Snapple, made from the best stuff on Earth.
She fell back across my chest, with her face just inches from my dick. MMM. That was goooooooooood. I may have to be nicer to you. "I wiped my face off and said "Now did I earn the treat mistress Jenny?" She smiled at me and said "don’t be a smart-ass. Now let me get to work on this monster. She rolled over, and her tight little ass was in my face again, but this time she was focused on me. She spun around, she said, because she wanted, me to see what a good girl could do to a good cock. She immediately swallowed half of it, 6 inches, and came up. "My mouth is a lot bigger than it looks Mr. Football Star", she said as she jerked my pole with both hands. "Now I should warn you, many men have been unable to function properly mentally after one of my blowjobs. You just might fail all your finals." I smiled and put my hands behind my head, "that’s just a risk I’ll have to take."
She went back to work on my cock, sliding her full lips up and down my shaft like it was the only think she ever wanted to do. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and she soon had the whole thing covered in her saliva. The wetter she got it the faster she jerked me, and the harder she sucked. Her enthusiasm was what made it so good; she swallowed my dick like it was the key to saving her family’s life. She dug her nails into my thighs as she blew me, and the mixture of pain and pleasure was surprisingly nice. Who would have guessed that such a nice, sweet, good girl would be turning me into a masochist? With some effort she pulled my cock from her mouth and said "I know you’re enjoying this, but quite frankly I don’t give a shit. Time for me to get what I brought you here for." She sat up on my lap and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slippery slit. Then with no warning she slammed herself down and the whole 12 inches in one move, something I wouldn’t have recommended. "Be careful, you might puncture something." Jen had her eyes closed tight, as if she were trying to levitate a car using only her mind. "You shut the fuck up…I know what I’m doing. My cunt can take this and more, just watch."
Jen, after properly settling in on my monster cock, raised herself up and slammed herself down on it again. I was close to cumming already, her cunt was the tightest I had, and she knew how to control it. Her juices made it easy for her to get me in, and she then proceeded to fuck as hard as I had every fucked any girl. She pounded my cock into herself like a jackhammer. She squatted over my cock and repeatedly pulled most of it out before shoving it all back in again. "Enjoy this you bitch", she said, "you won’t ever have pussy like this again. This Pinay Pussy is the best you will ever have, believe that." I had no reason to doubt her. As she fucked me I never wanted it to end. Her face was the picture of innocence, but her body was doing the dirtiest thing imaginable to me. The contrast was more than I could take. "I god, I’m gonna lose it."
This statement did not please Jen. "Don’t you dare, don’t you dare cum before me or so help me god I will make you regret it." This, actually, scared the shit out of me, so, using my super muscle control I held back and until she had yet another screaming orgasm, rattling the walls, and leaving long scratches down my chest. To my surprise she recovered in no time, and started sucking my cock again. "It’s not a complete cum until you cum too. Now I want you to be a good boy and cum in mommy's mouth." I really needed no more prompting than that, and let my tide of hot semen wash down her throat and onto her face. The sight of her pretty, good-girl glasses covered in cum made me shoot again, landing in her hair. The effort damn near killed me, and I collapsed on her bed, unable to move or speak for 5 minutes. Jen, for her part, was no worse for wear, casually wiping the cum off of her face and licking it off of her fingers. It was unbearably sexy, and my cock was hard again in no time. "Hm, ready for round 2 big boy? I haven’t even gotten started. Wait till I get the whip out." A small "eep" escaped my lips as I realized that with this good girl I may have bitten off more than I can chew. I will never underestimate a sweet looking girl again.
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