The Secret Life of a Teenage Nympho 2
By Juno Sanchez
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I wondered when the next time would be. I was completely in Maxwell's fold and would let him have me whenever, wherever, and however he wanted me. I was sure he knew it too, but in case he didn't, I whispered in his ear.
"Fuck me."
"Don't worry, I will... when I'm ready."
"I'm ready."
"Is that so?"
"Yes it is. If you don't believe me, I'll show you," I told him as I clenched my sphincter muscle around his still inserted and hard shaft. He moaned softly in my ear and I smiled.
The alarm went off and I woke up. I woke up to wet sheets and come spilled everywhere beneath them, including my body, great another wet dream. Damn, it felt so real and clearly my body was in perfect sync with my mind because I came all over myself. I guess that's the problem with wet dreams, their just dreams, but what a dream. The only problem with a dream like that was now I wanted to make it reality. Despite having spilled my seed sometime in the night, I was horny again and my dick was rising to the occasion.
"I'm up," I said to the knock on the door.
"You're going to be late," she said and knocked again. I ignored her.
I was far from interested in whatever my mother was saying to me from beyond the closed door. I was busy rubbing what remained of my come explosion all over my dick. I forgot what had for dinner, but whatever it was, I could still taste it on my fingers, well the bitter remnants of it anyway. Campbell's chicken soup wasn't the only thing that was mhmm, mhmm good. Simply put, the best part of waking up wasn't Folgers in my cup, it was come in my mouth and I wanted more of it.
I climbed out of bed, stretched my arms above my head, standing in my room naked and hard. My window was opened and the curtains drawn back, exposing me nudity to anyone who wanted to see me. The thought of it was almost as much a turn on as being spanked by a hot guy, a guy like Maxwell, but Maxwell isn't here, so I guess I'll have to do it myself. Being late for school was worth what I had coming. I looked over at my closet and smirked. There was only one way to settle my urge. The radio went on with the tough of a button and my favorite song of all time played. Who knew George Michael's words could have so much meaning long after he engaged in a lewd act in a public toilet? I want your sex... the greatest line a song has ever had and I've got the greatest friend a guy could ever have. When all alone and needing to get off... vibrate your way through.
There are things that you guess and things that you know, boys you can trust, and vibrators that make everything feel better. The buzzing sounds more like a barber's shaver than the mechanical best friend of my ass, but this machine doesn't cut; it penetrates eight and half inches deep inside my juicy pussy.
"Oh, mhmm," I moaned. Who would have ever predicted that God would give man the sense to make a tool so wonderful? "Ughhhh," I bit my lip.
I saw Maxwell's face in my mind, his lips, his hands; his... big dick. I drove the vibrator as far inside my body as it would go, swallowing it whole like a snake does its prey. My nipples were hard, partly from the jolt of pleasure making its way from my canal to my brain and partly from the morning breeze feeling me up. God I wished Maxwell was there; he had all the right equipment and knew how to use it.
"Can you feel me inside you?" Maxwell's voice carried in my brain cells. "You want it don't you, you want me inside you, don't you?"
"Ugh, yes... yes."
"How bad do you want it?"
"Ugh, I want it, I want it."
"Show me how much you want it, show me now," he ordered. "Tell me you like it; tell me you want me to..."
"What are you doing in there? You get ready for school right now, you hear me?"
"I think the whole neighborhood heard you," I mumbled under my breath. "Fuck," I rolled my eyes.
She knocked again, no she banged again. I wasn't going to get a moment's peace so I got up, slipped my white jeans on over my hard dick and wobbly legs, put on my cleanest, come stained , short sleeve woven, and a tie, neon pink to offset the lime green woven. Black rim fashion glasses and black, canvas shoes finished the look. I could rock out with my cock out and would have if not for it being held hostage behind my zipper.
School was nothing if not boring, so I found something better to do or rather I found someone better to do me. Not every guy in the school is sixteen; there are seniors who are eighteen and walking around with wagging dicks, panting like dogs waiting to put their tongues into a bowl of water. In this case, Andrew had his tongue firmly between my ass cheeks. I always knew he liked pussy, I just didn't know he liked it that much. Clearly, he's had a lot of experience eating out. The way he moved his tongue suggested it was with females, but hey a guy can get adventurous when enticed properly. A stare, a tongue swipe, a gentle brush against an ass can do a lot to a horny teenage guy. Tight fitting, white jeans and no underwear also helped, especially since my body shape is all male, but feminine.
"Ugh, ugh... yeah," I moaned.
Andrew's hands were all over my ass, massaging each cheek, spreading them as far apart as they would go and I let him. My dick danced in front of me, sticking way out, waiting for me to take hold of it. I arched my back and pushed back against Andrew's face, burying his tongue deeper into my wanting crevice. We were the only ones in the bathroom, last stall in the back. Bathroom stalls weren't normally my choice of places, but under the circumstances, it had to do. I preferred the swagger of a velvet bedroom or the smooth flow of a clean living room, but in my current state of arousal, I wasn't going to suggest waiting until after school when I could take him home and have some fun with him. I needed to come... badly.
"Turn around," he said as he spun me around. I looked down at him.
His eyes locked with mine for a moment. He smirked, I smiled and then he licked the underside of my balls right down the middle of the sack. I moaned softly and he smiled, and then did it again. He opened his mouth and swallowed my left nut, rolled his tongue around it and sucked. He did the right one, nibbling a bit while he played tongue hockey with me.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked as precome began to ooze down toward his blue eyes.
"I never said never, I said I never did it with you, now stop talking," he grabbed my cock and began stroking it, gripping it tightly the way he would a football. I was sure he had a lot of practice holding a dick after all; he had one of his own.
He stared at my swollen stick, licked his lips perfectly and took it in, tongue deep to the back of his throat. His head bobbed back and forth in perfect synchronization with the pulsing blood flow that made my dick so stiff it hurt. I placed my hands on the back of his head as he sucked me. He grabbed the back of my jeans and pulled them down further, raked his fingertips across my ass before he cupped them and nearly swallowed all of my genitals whole. I wasn't sure which one of us was going to come first. I rubbed the top of his head, god I forgot how much I loved dark, Italian hair.
"Mhmm," I bit my lip. Andrew was far from Maxwell, but his mouth felt good.
I felt myself getting close to that magical moment and I could tell from the way he backed off of me that he felt it too.
"Not yet," Andrew said. He sat back on the toilet and slid his shorts down mid-thigh. His dick sprung up, hard, cut, and ready to be worked on. He grabbed it and slowly stroked it. "Suck it," he told me.
I didn't hesitate. I bent over, kissed the tip of his dick, licked his swelled head and took it in my mouth, like I had a choice. If you're wondering, I didn't have a choice because he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down on his dick.
"I said suck it," he said aggressively. He drove my face deep into his lap. I sucked his dick from top to bottom, feeling it hit the back of my throat because of the force with which he pulled me down on it. The thing disappeared in my mouth and Andrew enjoyed every second of it.
"Mhmm, yeah like that, cock sucker," he groaned. "Suck it, ugh," he moaned.
I stayed on his dick for as long as he demanded I stay, which wasn't long because he had another idea. In fact, we had the same idea. He pushed me back, turned me around, and bent me over the toilet.
"Put your hands on the wall, spread your legs," he ordered. I pressed my hands firmly against the wall, pushed my ass upward so he knew what I wanted. I knew he couldn't resist.
"Mhmm," I groaned when I felt his dick head poking me.
He spit on it and rubbed it against me. He pushed again, I pushed back and in a second my ass opened up for him and he was thrusting behind me. Who had time to wait? His dick slid back and forth inside my ass with the ease of an oiled eel. He held my hips in a strong grip, so strong that he was able to lift my body as he wanted while he rammed his dick inside me.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I cried out, but I wasn't in pain, well not much, but even the feeling of my whole being stretched and pounded could be considered pleasurable.
"Fuck, you're so tight, it's so fucking tight," he said through clenched teeth. Andrew liked fucking me, I could tell.
I thought about Maxwell and clenched my sphincter around his shaft as much as I could and held it. Andrew moaned and breathed heavily, trying to fuck me without making a lot of noise. How many girls had he'd been with, how many guys? None of it mattered; the only thing that mattered was making him come in my ass and coming all over the toilet, leaving my mark for the next guy to find.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I pleaded. "Harder, ugh," I said before I bit my lip again.
"Oh yeah, I'll fuck you," he panted. His grip got tighter, his thrusting stronger, and it was in three words... pure animal sex.
"Fuck me harder, harder!" I demanded. I pushed back against him. I wanted his dick. I could see Maxwell and it drove me insane.
"Oh fuck, ugh, ugh, oh shit!" Andrew slammed into me one last time. His come load filled my rectum.
"Pull my sack," I stood up with his dick still spewing come inside me. I arched my back, wrapped an arm around the back of his neck. "Harder, pull it harder," I moaned while I squirmed on his throbbing shaft. He did as I wanted him to.
"Like that? Like that?"
"Yeah," I moaned. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I looked down just as my dick erupted with come shots. I came and came and came again, all over Andrew's forearm, his hand, the toilet seat, my jeans... I could come for hours being fucked like that, but was still nothing compared to Maxwell. Maxwell was... an expert. What exactly do you do with an expert? I wonder...