1. Being More Social - Chapter 9


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blackmail, Blowjob, Cheating, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Soon, however, she evidently became bored of my slow speed, as she began to pick up speed herself, impaling herself again and again on me. With an internal laugh, I shrugged and gripped her ass again, thrusting myself fully into her quickly. She rewarded me with a "Mm!" that showed how much she wasn't expecting that. Savoring my victory, I picked up speed, my dick drilling Megan's pussy as I went faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Megan's juices began to flow, starting to go down her legs as she thrust herself back onto me with as much force as I was using on her. For good measure, I gave her a single spank as I kept going, which caused her to give a groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. On and on we went, losing track of time as Megan's ass became redder from the cold and occasional spank. Eventually I felt a stirring that became all-too-familiar with me in the past few months, and with one final slam, I let out a breathy groan as I emptied myself into Megan. She moaned at the feel of my seed entering her, and slowly shifted on me, attempting to milk me for all I was worth. About a minute passed before she slowly removed me from her and started to put on her clothes again. "You didn't get to cum, did you?" I bluntly asked. She shook her head and smiled. "It's okay, though. As long as my boyfriend is happy, I'm happy." She smiled at me as she shook her shirt free of snow and pulled it over her head again. Startled by the sudden cold, she sat back down and pulled into me. I ...
    was already fully clothed, apparently having learned how to dress quickly through subconscious telepathy by Nicole. Why was I thinking so much about Nicole? It never really occurred to me, and I started to think about it for the first time as Megan embraced me in an attempt to escape the cold. I kept comparing the things she did, how it felt around her, to Nicole. Was Paul right? Was I that hopeless without her? I guess it made sense. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Nothing would have made me happier at that moment to have her, the best friend I had made in high school... No, ever... To just message me now, asking to hang out. Nothing sexual, definitely nothing romantic, just... being around each other. I turned back to Megan, who was just about surgically attached to my torso. At least I have her, I thought to myself. Though, that was little compensation, given the very shallow connection we had between us. I actually had this odd gratefulness about me in that moment. I was strangely grateful that we weren't going to the party together. *** "A party, huh?" Dad asked me at the dinner table. I shrugged. "I figured there's a first time for everything." I turned to mom and winked. "And hey, it means I'll be going out and meeting new people." Mom smiled hesitantly. "Sweetie, we're very proud of you, and the lengths you've gone to show us that you're willing to make friends. It really means a lot." "But..." Dad began as if they were sharing the same ...
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