Megan awaited him outside of Dubois’ classroom, sitting on her butt, back propped against a locker. “Nice going, dummy,” she said, pushing off the ground. “What kind of idiot gets caught like that?”
He assumed she was talking about leaking her tit pic to Mrs. Anderson. “Me, apparently,” he said, smiling sheepishly.
She hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her soft body into his. “And what did you do to my mom?” Megan asked and let him go. “She can’t stop talking about how sweet you are.”
Bobby shrugged, and they walked into class together. “She helped me bride Mrs. Anderson,” he said, smiling at Dubois and raising a hand.
Megan snorted and lowered her voice. “Are you free tonight?” she asked, plopping her backpack on her desk. “My mom wants you to come over for dinner.”
Nodding his head, Bobby said, “Yeah, sure.”
Megan smiled and spoke directly into his ear. “If Emma goes narcoleptic before mom gets home, we’re going to have some fun with her,” she teased.
Bobby slid into his chair. “You know some girls took video of us in the mall?” he asked, unlocking his phone. “Nosy bitches followed us around. Here, I’ll send them to you.” Selecting both videos, Bobby texted them to Megan.
Her eyes widened, and she ducked her head closer to Bobby. “Did they catch us outside?” Megan whispered as her phone buzzed.
“No, just me grabbing your ass in the store, and you going into my dressing room,” he replied in a similar tone.
She pulled up the videos, watching them silently, her brow furrowing in anger as they played. “Cunts,” Megan muttered as the bell rang. Jumping off his desk, she took her own seat after tugging up the corner of her blue jeans with a shake of her hips.
As Dubois taught, Bobby daydreamed about what to spend his money on. Over sixty thousand dollars, he reflected, waggling his toes in his worn sneakers. Bobby’s mind drifted to his mother and whether she was in the clear regarding bills and debt. Could he plant another bag of gold coins in the basement? Maybe he could buy rare coins or an old watch to hide.
“Hello, earth to dummy,” Megan said, waving a hand in front of his face.
Bobby shook his head. Students were clearing out of the room, someone’s shoes squeaked. “What?” he asked, pretending like he had been alert the entire time.
“What are we going to do about the bitches who spied on us?” Megan said, sounding annoyed, as if she had repeated herself at least once.
He hadn’t given revenge any thought. “Nothing, they were probably just bored,” Bobby said with a shrug. “Where do you live by the way? What time did your mom want me to get there?”
Megan smirked. “She gets off work at five,” she said. “That gives us plenty of time to have some fun.”
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Alex picked Bobby and Megan up. “Who is this?” Megan asked as she piled into the back seat. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“The name is Alex, who are you?” Alex replied tersely.
“He’s sort of my bodyguard,” Bobby said, sitting in front.
Megan laughed. “Why do you need a bodyguard?” The trio bickered, shooting the shit until they reached Megan’s house.
As soon as the front door shut behind them, the devilish look Megan gave him sent a tidal wave of arousal through him. “Follow me, virgin,” she said, turning down a hallway with family photos lining the walls.
She opened a door, staring back at him and slipped inside, her boob pressing against the doorjamb. Bobby followed. The room was a faint shade of yellow, with dirty clothes strewn about or dangling from a chair and the corner of a dresser. There were posters of different bands and male singers Bobby disliked hanging on the walls, along with two full bookshelves on either side of the bed.
Emma was asleep on top of the covers and sucking one of her thumbs, her jaw muscles working. Megan sat next to her older sister and slid her dress up, revealing a pair of off white panties. “Come on, virgin, get your pants off,” Megan ordered as she caressed Emma’s golden thigh.
He gulped, stepping forward, eyes drawn to the woman’s butt cheeks, where pale skin showed against her deep tan. She had a fat ass, plump and bouncy, better than Megan’s. Reaching for his button, Bobby undid his pants as his heart thundered in his chest. “You’re so bad, Megan,” he said, willing to do anything she suggested, nearly.
She gazed at his throbbing length. Licked her lips. “You have no fucking idea, virgin,” she said, slipping her fingers into her sister’s underwear and pulled them down to her knees before running her middle finger up Emma’s crack. It disappeared for a moment between those thick cheeks. When it reappeared, Megan made it vanish again, plunging the digit into her mouth.
Bobby kicked his shoes off, cock flapping as he hopped, trying not to fall while he ditched his pants. Megan giggled, undressing herself calmy from where she lay next to Emma. When Bobby freed himself, he stopped her progress, crossing the gap in an instant and pressed his lips into hers.
She bit him hungrily, using one hand to hold his head in place and the other to stroke his cock. Their tongues clashed and he tasted blood. Megan pulled back. “Slow down,” she said, breath coming in swift gouts and let go of his shaft.
Her neck was already coated in a thin layer of sweat, and Bobby buried his face into her sweet, fragrant flesh. She smelled like desire, and he lost himself in that scent, licking her delicate skin and smearing his own blood across it. “Shit,” he muttered and stopped, touching his lip.
Megan flung her pants away, black thong catching her heel and stayed behind as she spread her legs, rubbing her fingers along her sex. A clearer invitation had never been sent, and Bobby dove on her, getting between her knees. His bloody lip was an inconsequential and distant memory. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him in place with all her strength and driving Bobby’s hips and manhood into her pubic mound. “Shut up, dummy,” Megan said, yanking his shirt up.
He raised his arm, propping himself on one elbow, and Megan ripped the shirt off awkwardly. It landed on Emma’s back, her substantial ass jiggling from their frantic movements. Megan’s grip on him lessened, and she reached down, taking his length in hand and guiding him inside of her. When he felt his tip enter Megan’s warm embrace, he ground his hips forward into her wet, tightness. “Ah, you feel fucking good,” he moaned dumbly.
Megan latched onto him with her boney ankles and calves again, forcing him deeper until his sack met her sweaty nether region. A bolt of pleasure struck him as Megan arched her neck, digging the back of her head into the pillow and exhaling violently. Bobby couldn’t move if he wanted to, she had him pinned and clamped all at once but that was enough for now. All he could handle. “Do you like it, virgin?” she hissed, baring her bottom row of teeth.
Her squeeze relented, and Bobby’s length slipped out halfway. He gasped, not realizing he had been trying to back out of her the entire time. Her fleshy ridges grazed his throbbing cock, cloying and terribly soft. “Fucking good,” Bobby managed to rasp, holding his breath.
She moaned and groped his flexed chest with her fingers, roughly. Scratched him. Megan tensed her legs like a cue for him to move. Hovering above her and propped on both fists, Bobby gripped the comforter and pumped his hips. Her dripping, creamy flesh, parted for his spear, and Bobby convulsed, erupting inside of Megan and dashing her cervix and walls with his seed. “You’re such a virgin,” she breathed, teasing him still and pulled him to her; his chest against her covered breasts and bearing most of Bobby’s weight.
He shuddered, groaning as his cock spasmed. “Shut up, ho,” Bobby muttered, huffing in her face before pressing his lips into hers. He knew she was about to criticize him again and didn’t want to hear it at that moment. Bobby was sure Megan hadn’t felt as good as him. Maybe Dubois would offer some tips, he could not survive the shame of asking Megan what to do. “Fuck!” He released her mouth with a smack. “I forgot to use a condom.”
She giggled, running a finger along his neck. “You are the condom,” she said and tensed her legs before unwrapping them from Bobby’s hips.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he asked with a crooked grin and got off her, pushing to his knees. His member glistened from their combined fluids, still swollen and beating.
Megan shook her head, wry grin teasing the corners of her mouth. “Don’t worry, I told you I’d let you come inside me,” she said, running a hand through her frazzled hair. “How was it?”
It had been overwhelming, for as long as it lasted, like a powerful tidal wave that swept him in any direction it pleased. Powerless was how he truly felt. Small. “Amazing,” he said, the brief act had felt incredible, his feelings notwithstanding. “But, are you on birth control?” He eyed her leaking pussy and smirked, she was getting his cum all over Emma’s bed. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
She followed his line of sight, quirking an eyebrow. Reaching for his seed, she said, “Yes, can you go again?”
He watched her shove two fingers in, and Bobby glanced at her sleeping sister. What was wrong with them? “Come over here,” he said, walking backward on his knees, “and turn around.”
Flushed, Megan crawled forward on her hands. Grasping his rigid shaft, she forcefully drew his tip across her lips like cold ChapStilk. Her tongue slipped out, flicking Bobby’s glans before swallowing him to the root. “Gulk. Gulk.” She choked and coughed, expelling his cock from her throat. Her eyes watered, going red, but Megan went back for another helping. “Gulk. Gulk.” Her head bobbed rapidly, and she gagged, throat muscles clenching around his slick manhood.
His mind was a thrumming haze and all he could do was pant like a dog. “Stop,” Bobby croaked, grabbing a handful of her damp hair, a couple strands snapping. She bit down, and he sucked his teeth, holding her hair tighter in response to the slight pain. Megan stopped, mouth still full and made eye contact before sinking her teeth into him again. “Ow.” Bobby flinched and balled his fist on the side of her head, yanking her hair, and she withdrew her teeth with a purring moan before lashing his rod with her tongue.
“Mmm, mmm,” Megan gargled, thick webs of saliva gushed from her mouth and traveled down his shaft, coating his taut sack and dribbling lower.
Bobby let out a guttural, hissing breath. Squeezing his fist tightly, he pulled her closer, forcing more of himself down her throat until her running nose met his abdomen. Megan seemed to melt as he directed her with her hair, following his lead without protest or teeth. “Gah, shit,” he bellowed, holding her firmly in place and bucked his hips before pulling her off.
She gasped, drawing in a spluttering breath. “That was fucking hot,” Megan said, her chin dripping. Megan turned around, giving Emma’s ass a squeeze as she rotated on her knees. She waggled her cheeks before him. Rubbing her darkly toned, meaty pussy, Megan flaunted her assets with an arched back. Her aggressive fingers sloshed, mixing up her lips and revealing the most enticing shade of pink he had ever seen.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sweat beading on his brow and directed his cock toward her entrance.
Her fingers stopped when she felt his prick and grasped his shaft, impaling herself and driving her hips into him with a moan. Her momentum forced him backward as his dick vanished, swallowed by her weeping warmth. She nearly knocked him on his ass. Moving forward, she unslung his shining length and ground her hips back again. He met her motion with an awkward thrust, and they smacked together as the headboard knocked against the wall. Megan took in a sucking breath, and they collided once more. “Fuck me,” she moaned and tossed her head like a moody horse.
A blossoming chill radiated through him, and he grabbed her tan hips. His cock felt like a swelling diamond that was about to shatter, and he grimaced. A mute snarl. He tensed his stomach and plunged into her suctioning tightness with a slap, trying to keep pace so he wouldn’t be knocked over his feet like a rag doll. “Slow down,” he groaned, pushing with his hands, but her skin was slick and she didn’t listen.
“Right there,” she hissed, looking back at him and baring her teeth. “Ah.” She cried out and buried her face in a pillow. Her body shuddered as the bedframe bashed the wall and something fell. Her ass cheeks smashed against him, jiggling and wobbling as sweaty juice ran down his sack.
Clutching her hips, he tried stemming the tide, not wanting his pleasure to end, but Megan kept gyrating and filling herself with his fuming rod. He let out a moan, feeling himself swell and she tightened around him with her clinging flesh. It was too fucking intense. So good that it pained him, and he convulsed, letting loose a yelping breath as his cock spasmed and released.
Megan’s horizontal movement stopped, but she wriggled slightly as his buried manhood filled her. He pulled her hips, pinning her ass against himself and delving as deep as he could, pumping everything inside of her.
Panting, his jaw slackened. “Fuck,” he sighed and slid out an inch, her lips trailing his shaft. Pushed back in, slowly. His cock fired again, and with some effort, he pulled all the way out.
Megan flopped onto her back, giving him a wicked grin. “That was pretty fucking good, virgin,” she said.
He chuckled, crawling off the foot of the bed and stood. “Yeah,” Bobby agreed, feeling fully spent. “Are you going to call me that forever?”
“Are you going to stop me?” Megan asked.
She had raised her knees, and Bobby couldn’t see her expression, but it sounded like a challenge. The way she had bitten his cock the second time flashed through his mind; she wanted him to be rough with her. He didn’t know for certain though, and it was a great question to ask Dubois, assuming he was willing to tell her about it. Getting his teacher to demonstrate things was near the top of his bucket list, and inquiring about sex may lead there. “Yeah,” Bobby said, and grabbed one of Emma’s crumpled tank tops, “but not right now.”
Megan giggled, and Bobby wiped his wet dick and balls on the shirt.