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"What the hell young live webcam sex that?" she asked on her return. "He ejaculated," Stephanie explained. "Huh?" "You know, the guys talk about 'cumming'." "Wow! It didn't even occur to me that that would happen. So that was his His semen, actually, but it contains his sperm." Claire looked down at me as she ran the damp cloth my impact zone. Her small breasts jiggled slightly back and forth as she rubbed. "I didn't even know that you loaded," she quipped at me, but being still out of breath, I couldn't respond. "Did at least get the picture?" Stephanie asked as she cleaned the few spots on her side of the bed. "No," exclaimed, "It all happened too fast." "Well, then, what are we going do now?" Claire grabbed both the towels, looked down at me pensively for a moment, and then let the towels drop to the floor. "Go she finally answered. "What?" returned Stephanie sceptically, "Is that even possible?" Claire back at Stephanie. "What choice do we have?... I think Timmy's up for it, aren't you Tim?" she asked, apparently rhetorically. I furrowed brow but still lay speechlessly. Stephanie her shoulders and reached her hand in. She caressed my limp member and slowly coaxed it and down. It felt really good, but I couldn't see how it was ever going to rise again. After while, Claire asked, "How's it going?" Stephanie just shook her head. "Do need more lotion?" "No, enough from last time." Claire looked at me thoughtfully. Then put the camera on the end table and sat on the side of the bed. Leaning in toward my face, whispered to me, "What's wrong, Tim? Are we not stimulating you anymore?" Then she dropped her head and started nibbling on my neck. I could feel tongue and lips as she kissed way toward my chin and then back toward my ear. At the ear, she took my lobe between her teeth and started sucking on it. "Oh!" cried from the other end of the bed, "I think getting something here. Keep doing whatever you're doing." She continued to stroke slowly up and exhaled warmly into my ear. I could hear her respiration increase noticeably. She kissed my cheek and when she got to my mouth, she seemed to lose control. When she raised her head to get breath, I pressed a kiss forward and caught her on her neck. She inhaled sharply. She presented different parts of neck to me, and as I kissed them, she began to whimper. Soon, she raised her body up and her nipples into my mouth. whimpering increased. She caused me to suck on one nipple for a while and then replaced it with the other Her movements became frantic, and Stephanie stopped her activity to see what the cause of the commotion was. Finally, Claire back with a large inhale, looking incredulously at Stephanie, was now kneeling at the head of the bed. "I am so wet down there," Claire exclaimed in disbelief as she reached to feel herself. I reached over check it out for myself, but Claire blocked me. I decided to try again, managed to avoid her guard and slipped finger along her private area. It was hairless, and felt like I was sliding my finger across two lips. She wasn't babeding about being wet. I probed, Claire exhaled forcefully and grabbed the headboard for stability. Seeing the effect that I was having, I slid my finger up and down a few more times. "Ohhhh!!! Claire cried, prompting her to leap up straddle my face with her knees. Her private area hovered over my and then lowered onto my lips. "Timmy, do that thing you were doing with my neck," Claire breathed with obvious anticipation. She reached down and spread her apart and manoeuvred herself against the motion of my tongue. Then suddenly, something special must have happened, she began to yell, "Ohhhh gawwdddd!!!" Her thighs quivered and twitched, her private area ground into my mouth. "Unghhh!!!" she ended, pulling on my hair. Her torso pulsed visibly. Stephanie looked her in complete amazement, "What happened?" But Claire just slid down my body until her crotch stopped by my pole, which bent back slightly. Hugging my head, she pressed her lips against mine kissed me repeatedly, tasting the residue of her wetness on my lips. Then she rolled off me lay exhausted on her back at my side. "Are you okay?" Stephanie repeated. "Hmmm? Yeah.... Where we?" Claire responded dreamily. "We were trying to get the shot, and he was getting until everything got out of up here," replied Stephanie accusingly. "Hmmm," Claire said, still wistfully, as she sat up and reviewed situation. "Okay then, give me the book, and let's try something else." Claire flipped through the pages, as Stephanie reached down to feel own private area She felt something nice, but then withdrew her hand in embarrassment. "Okay. Here we go. Steph," directed Claire, "Put his in your mouth." "What?!!" Stephanie started. "Here, look." Claire raised book and pointed to the illustration. Stephanie grabbed the book out of Claire's and read for a while. Picking up my semi-firm member in her hand, she sucked into her mouth and then let it pull out. Then she read some more, and this time, she sucked on my cock a bit until it became firmer, and she then bobbed up and down it. It felt even better than previously with the hand lotion. This time is was warm and wet. Stephanie raised head and brushed her hair back. Looking at me with my cock still in her hand, she asked, "How does that feel?" I was barely able to nod my head purr an "Ummm." "Okay, but don't ejaculate when you're in my mouth. nodded again. Stephanie went back to her bobbing, I could feel things progressing nicely. She shifted her body to get a better position on the bed finally knelt so that her ass was pointed more toward the head of the bed. Claire, was waiting on the side with the camera for the shot, sneaked around bed and, taking my hand, placed it against Stephanie's elevated area. I didn't know what to do, so Claire extended middle finger and rubbed it between Stephanie's lips. Stephanie pulled my cock out of mouth and moaned appreciatively. In apparent gratitude, she became more creative with what she was doing. She licked along the side my cock, flicked the head with her tongue, and kissed and down the shaft. As I increased the frequency of my rubbing, she did the same with her sucking. With my fingertip, I tried to find the young that, for seemed to be a place of worthwhile attention, but Stephanie pre-empted me by grabbing my hand and inserting my finger deep inside her. As I moved my finger and out, Stephanie became She stopped sucking and began to whimper with each of my strokes. She tried to return to her work but, each time, had to break away. Her hips began rock against my hand. "More," pleaded. What did she mean - more speed? I tried to go faster, but I couldn't work against her hip action. More width? I was about to insert second finger when she looked down at my swollen cock and then back at me. a quick scramble, she moved her hips around straddled my stomach with her legs. Then with a slow push, she fed my rigid snake into "Ohhh... Fuuuccckkk!!!" she exhaled. I was shocked and on a sensory high. My penis was completely surrounded by a wonderful and wetness. Then she began to rock forward and back. I just lay there. With each lunge, she picked up momentum. Her swayed deliciously in compensation to her movement. She continued accelerate. I was not going to last much longer. Suddenly, her eyes widened. my gawd!!!" she exclaimed as she stared off at the headboard above me. Her bumping went into a higher gear, and she forcefully. "Unghhh!!!" she gasped, finally righting herself on my vertical dick. Her arms shook in front of and her stomach quivered noticeably. This was all too much for me. I shot and and shot inside her. Waves of pleasure rolled up and down my entire body. My calf muscles seized, followed by my thighs. I could feel myself getting light-headed. When finally went still, Stephanie turned to Claire, and they a look of disbelief. "Jeez!" exclaimed Claire, and then the two of them began laughing uncontrollably. I continued to perfectly still. I was going to mention the fact I had ejaculated inside Stephanie, but I thought that she must know that already. As the laughing subsided, Stephanie dismounted from me and flopped onto the bed beside me. "Now what?" she queried, up at Claire. "Start announced Claire, who glanced at me, in time to see the eyes pop out of my head. I felt the icey cold tingle of her fingers just an instant before cheek started burning. "Clark!", she frowned. "Where...", more frowning. "...are...", yet frowning. "...my...", she starting to turn a young red. "...clothes?", oh, yeah, she's pissed. I sat there, face burning, to figure out how I was going to explain the sale of her panties to some I mean, it's not a subject they teach you in Sex-Ed--how to explain selling your girlfriend's panties to her, after she regains suspected I was in some trouble. . . .. ... ..... My parents were half asleep in the living room, watching the Late Show Letterman--a family tradition, really. I could and go, mostly, as I pleased because I was a good son and never did anything wrong. But I was going to drag my potentially deceased girlfriend out of the hedges, through the yard, and to my room without them noticing me. I needed a plan. Moving a body? How do people move bodies, usually? I looked around as I made my way outside, trying to catch my attention with anything that would prove useful. And behind the lawnmower, in the garage, perfectly on the way the hedges under my second-story window, where Paula fell... ...construction bags. 30mm heavy duty garbage carriers... seventy gallon capacity... perfect. I grabbed one on way to the side of the house and saw her as I turned the corner. Even dirty, with a bit of a scfuckd knee, without a shirt, and tangled sideways pivoted forty degrees to the aft hanging in a mmmm-mmm, my girlfriend was hot. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a total a hot bitch. Even I can't deny that. I looked at the situation with confusion and glee. Her ass was in the air, the skirt over her moist panties, one leg sticking out of the side of the bush and the other hanging down. Her arms were pointing up and down, and you couldn't see her head. She was the most ridiculous I'd ever seen. Now, if only the entire cheerleading team could be here for /this/. Mmm-hmm. My off under the bleachers is nothing compared the head cheerleader rubbing her clit for the first time on second-story ledge and then cumming so hard she fell off into a bush and ended up like a really, really impressionistic sculpture. They'd forget all about my jacking off them under the bleachers. The upper hand, and my pride, was returned! . . .. ... ..... I slung my girlfriend-in-a-sack my shoulder and made for the front door... hoping my parents think too hard about me taking the trash "in" instead of "out", tonight. I was grateful that Paula was unconscious, not dead, because I'm not sure if picture I took would have been more wrong. In it would have been wise to take a pulse before taking a Polaroid... high school is one rough neighborhood, and I wasn't going to bog myself down with the details. war. And she was my Manhattan Project. I dumped her out on my floor and looked at her curled up like a sweet girl--anyone at her would think she was out playing with some babes or just back from a rough outdoor practice and was sleeping innocently on the floor... poor thing. I knew better. She was the devil... from Hell to destroy Inside that lithe, tanned, athletic, hot body was the soul of pure prudish evil. sort of evil that will rub her ass on your crotch at a school dance, but give no nooky. The kind evil that gnaws at the hearts of men. I should put her back in the sack. But... you can't fight evil evil... or, maybe you can, but you can't fight this kind evil with its own kind of evil. That's just ensuring nobody gets laid, y'know? I had plans. I proved, tonight, that my girlfriend curious about sex with me. I needed to push her a young further. I needed to unleash the good. Out the evil, you horrible woman, and with the good. I sat down, and found a magic marker on my desk, writing the word "Good" on my still semi-erect cock. I'd like to say I did because it was a cool idea, but it was probably because it was late and I was tired I was starting to let my imagination run my life. So, me and Goodcock up Paula, and took her to my bathroom. If I was going to have sex with her, tonight, I might as well get her cleaned up it. Besides, I had no way of knowing how she'd react to waking in my room, and wanted to give as young ammunition as possible. Abducted? That was bad. Abducted and dirty? Knowing Paula, she'd had me shot. Fast fact... did you know that cheerleading uniforms easier to take off than most formalwear? It's true. A zipper up top, a zipper on the skirt, a zipper on the sports bra... I mean, How Cheerleaders aren't a metaphor for easy access is beyond took off Paula's skirt just after the bathwater got warm enough. That wasn't so strange. I'd seen her in this skirt so many times, during and pep rallies... and everyone had seen what was under it, as Paula was most gymnastic one the team. I took sneakers off, carefully, and her socks. I even massaged her feet a young, but if she was having any reaction to it, I couldn't I began to get a bit worried... what if was a coma? Or brain damage? Should I call a hospital? How would it look if found her without her shirt (which I in all, brain damage would just have to be risked. I'm not letting my leverage get away easily. Paula with brain damage was a small price to pay for NOT being considered a pervert by the whole school. ...young at its finest. So, there I was, holding girlfriend in my arms, her gorgeous face resting on my shoulder. I took care unzipping her sports bra... this was going be one of the moments I was waiting for. The first male to see Paula's tits. I could the chorus of young boys singing, in anticipation. Z-zzzzzzzzip. I took it off and pulled it over her head was confronted with two perfect breasts... I moved my hand over them and they my palm. They were firm and tanned she tanned... nude?), they were smooth and I had to fight the urge to start nuzzling nibbling at them. I wanted to suck on her perfect nipples so badly, it took everything I had not to. I was not a molester. I a pervert. There is, apparently, a difference. Her panties, however, were another story. white, cotton... they would have to come off, I wasn't sure if I was ready to naked-ify my unconscious girlfriend just yet. I mean, Chrissake, are one thing... exposing her nether regions was just, I dunno, a young much. I thought over the whole thing for a few minutes. pros, the cons. I wanted to make an intelligent decision on the matter. However, I found instead making intelligent decisions on the matter, I discovered that my hand had made it all the way back to my cock before I knew it. Reason just got ass-fuckd instinct. This be the only chance I'll ever have to see Paula naked. Might as well not let it go to waste. I have the rest my life to regret this decision, but there's no telling how long she'll be out. I slid my thumbs to either side of her panties and began them down. Inch by tug by tug. I got them to her knees, trying not to look (savoring the moment, when I could gaze in full glory). pulled them off of her and held them in my hand. They were still damp, and they smelled exactly how sweet pussy to take a look at my prize... KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! My heart froze. I couldn't breath. I darted of my bathroom with my girlfriend's wet panties balled up my fist and saw, on the other side of my window, Todd and Ted. A couple of freshmen who lived across the street. They were wiry, geeky young guys and they were sitting on ledge looking at me, smiling. Ted had my girlfriend's cheerleading top on his head. Fuck. I over and got close enough ask them "What?" audibly. "Where is she, man?", Todd asked with a horny-as-fuck look on his man... where is she? We saw her fall off your roof, man. Fuck, she's hot.", said Ted. I had to give these guys credit for the effort, their conversational skills were seriously lacking... I mean... wait... ...wait... ...hold did you know she was here?", I started getting angry. "Oh", Todd, "We... promise you won't get mad?" "Promise", I lied. I was having visions of beating Todd in face with my sort of... were following her..." "Following her?" "Yeah... see, we were going to ask her for... uh..." "Spit it out, Jesus... are you talking about!?", I was really pissed now. "Ted and I came with a few hundred bucks and some sophomore told us that she'd sell us her panties if we asked.", he turned bright red at this. Now, a senior, I've heard this one before. Sounded like someone just to make a fool out of these guys, and as much as I wanted to hurt them... I actually sympathized. I know how it feels for someone to toy with your sex drive. Hell, they were babes. "Alright...
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