Frat Party romance - Nancy seduces Johnny.

[Nickamano]

Chapter Tags: Part 1 of 4.
Content Warnings: This is mostly consensual in the foreground though there is drunken non-consensual action in the background. So both con / non-con tags are relevant.
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"The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules. " (Rule 2.b.iii)

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This is kind of a deleted scene from my latest novel. The story itself follows the mentioned girlfriend more than the two characters in this short, though both Johnny and Nancy do pop in for a little while. I liked the set up and the characters so much that I paused the narrative to write out their story - which is below.

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Part One


Pissed off with his admittedly super-hot girlfriend Frankie Kincaid, nineteen-year-old Johnny Stone was busy drowning his sorrows and frustrations at a Frat party. It irked him that Frankie wasn’t by his side, drinking, dancing, having fun, being sexy, letting her hair down. She had chosen to spend the evening studying for a test or some bullshit; supposedly a better choice than spending time with her good looking and popular jock boyfriend.
He had been drowning his frustrations with beer and shots, and even a couple of lines of coke; an attempt at a laugh with some of his fellow frat brothers. But it hadn’t really helped much. There was something that was helping, at least a little. It was the enticing distraction who had shown up, a mid-but-sexy little firecracker called Nancy Coleman.

She was there on the edge of the lounge’s impromptu dancefloor, which had been partially cleared for one reason and one reason only. There were maybe a dozen dancers occupying the space, mostly scantily clad and drunk girls. There were three or four guys dancing too, though Johnny was almost sure they would be there in an attempt to take advantage of the girls’ drunken state, to cop a feel maybe get them to head into a dark corner or even - if they could be talked into it, or coerced or tricked - into going upstairs to one of the bedrooms. If there were any still unoccupied.

Nancy had claimed a little space for herself on the edge of the designated area pretty close to where Johnny sat on the couch, right in his eye line in fact. She was dancing away energetically, maybe coke fuelled, with a girl friend of hers. A clear space and offering him an unobstructed view for, what felt like at least, Johnny’s exclusive pleasure. He’d caught her looking at him numerous times in the corridors and in the one class they had together. They had even partnered once, and she had been very attentive and overly amused by him. It had felt put on maybe, and a little bit embarrassing that she was making it so obvious that she was interested. But he’d dug the attention all the same. She was cute, and pretty smart and the attention is always nice… so long as the one giving the attention wasn’t some whale or militant feminist cunt.

Nancy was dancing sexy, eye catchingly so. And Johnny was almost sure she had brought her girl-friend along, who was definitely nowhere near as pretty as her, to make herself stand out and look even hotter than she was. Sure, she was no Frankie – his smart and sexy ex-cheerleader girlfriend, but this Nancy was certainly making his dick tingle right now. He also felt like she was deliberately putting on a show, just for him. Through plenty of the boys were watching her shimmy, working her hips and her more than impressive tits, her eyes and her smile were laser honed on him.

She wasn’t wearing much either which was great too. Blatantly braless beneath a loose Dead Kennedy’s T-shirt, her big weighty tits were swinging and bouncing about all over the place. The T-shirt had its sleeves and neckline ripped away, the drooping armholes revealing plenty of impressive side-boob. He felt a strong desire to get his hands on those hot tits, his mouth on them, his teeth even. He fantasized as he watched her of giving it to the drunk little skank rough, while he had the chance, to make use of her and do all the things that Frankie wouldn’t tolerate or allow. If Nancy was hot for him the way she was implying, catching his eye as well as how she had put herself clearly in his line of sight, he was willing to bet he could push her to agree to everything and anything Frankie wouldn’t do. Besides. It was a frat party. If she cried about it afterwards, or even if she outright refused to do what he wanted and he had to force the matter, well… who gave a fuck? Everyone knew at these parties, when girls got drunk, they got fucked. And not always by who they wanted or how they liked it. So, why should Nancy Coleman be any different?

She spun around, more than once, putting her back to him and giving him a sweet view of a tight little rear, curvy buttocks clasped in black cut-off jean shorts, shapely legs sheathed in fishnet pantyhose while tartan-topped Chealsea boots sheathed her feet. He was getting more and more horny watching her braless tits quivering and bouncing freely inside that ripped up white T-Shirt.
She was eyeing him, grinning, deliberately working her tits and ass for his viewing pleasure. She wasn’t just enticing him, she was displaying her assets, selling herself in her performance.

He was seriously thinking about ways to get her high and malleable, maybe a little reverse psychology to get her to snort a few lines, maybe getting something off Phiby so he could spike her beer. Phiby always had something. Then he could hustle her - unsteady and out of it, no doubt - upstairs for an hour or two of good hard dicking. He might have to share her with a few of the other guys, sooner or later, but “all’s fair” and “share and share alike” and all that bullshit.

However, it turned out that all his half-baked drug-fuelled plans were pointless as she suddenly appeared beside him at the side off his couch, panting and flushed, giggling and with big rock-hard nipples poking out through the front of her shirt. She skipped over, animatedly and threw herself down onto the couch next to him. She pressed a curvy thigh and an upper arm against him, grinning up at him while she cast a decidedly interested gaze along the length of his muscular frame.
Sweaty and panting, she leaned across him and swept the half empty red plastic cup out of his hands. Her eyes holding on his, she helped herself to his remaining beer. He just smiled watched her tits as she leaned her head back and drained the cup, dripping beer from her chin onto her T-shirt. Tossing the plastic cup casually aside, she theatrically wiped her full lips across the back of an imaginary sleeve.

“Hello.” She said, grinning at him, eyes dilated.
“Hey.” He replied.

He openly let his eyes rove her breasts for an extra second before settling on her face. She was quiet for a time, and he watched her eyes travelling over his body. Her lust was obvious, right there in her flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, but also in the way her eyes were eating up his body. His GAP long-sleeve was two sizes too small and practically painted on, its sleeves rolled up over his elbows. His striped shorts were tight against his bulging thighs. While his two-thirds-hardened cock had formed an easily noticeable cylindrical ridge along one thigh. His ankles were crossed, heels of his high-top Converse propped up on the coffee table.
Her eyes blatantly remained on his obviously tented shorts and she let out a long, guttural groan as she stared. It sounded goddamn sexy to Johnny. He tensed up his cock muscles, making his shaft swell and twitch against the thin fabric covering it.

“Fuuuck” She whispered, then went on light and conversational. “You remember I was in your English class back in high school.”
“Yeah, I remember you.”
“Meaning you remember my big titties.”
“That ain’t exactly unfair.” He said grinning.
“You like a big pair of titties?”
“Doesn’t every guy? ‘Specially, like ‘em wrapped around my junk.”

She grinned, threw him a cheeky eyebrow lift. She deliberately leaned into him, the warmth and softness of her left tit pressing against his upper arm. He inched into her a little more, their mutual proximity bringing their faces closer together. Both of them intimately aware of it.

“I’ll bet. You still dating Frankie Kincaid?”
“Yeah.”
“But she ain’t here?”
“Nah.” He said, pulling a face. “Too busy studying.”
“Goodie two shoes, she never like, relax? Bet she never shows you the proper attention either? Too busy studying?”
“It’s a sore point. I’d rather not talk about it.”
“That’s fair... All I want to say, is, if you were my guy, I’d make sure you got all my attention, and then some.”
“Oh really?” He said, smirking. “How exactly?”
“Bet you can guess. I’d keep you happy. Satisfied… you know… drained.”
“Like the sound of that.”
“So you should.” She said, smiling. “You’d like the feel of it too.”

She idly reached across and put a hand on his thigh, fingertips a millimetre away from the bulge of his mostly hard meat. She casually stroked up and down his hard thigh, teasing him without ever quite touching where he wanted touching.

“You’d love the feel of it.” She muttered.

He gave her a few seconds of teasing before forcing a little progression, though with surprising subtlety. He leaned into her a little more and tensed his shaft, it was enough for her fingers to find themselves in contact with the hot ridge of his shaft. She followed his unspoken urging and slid her hand more firmly onto it.

After a couple of focused caresses on his meat, she leaned in offering her lips. He took the bait and leaned down to meet her. She touched her pursed lips to his and he immediately kissed her back. Her lips parted and she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, moaning and squeezing his shaft more deliberately. He was almost taken aback, but certainly delighted. Whenever Frankie kissed him, she was always languid with her tongue use, gentle and light, presenting her romantic idea of the tongue kiss. This sweet busty punk chick was the exact opposite. She was all passion, hot and harried; all rampant frantic sex and ‘fuck romance’.
He treated her the same way, embracing the rampant desire and the lust he had always had to keep in check with his girlfriend. Pressing himself harder against her, they danced their intertwining tongues, mosh-pit rather than ballet, and swapped booze-tainted drool until they were both breathless in their mutual excitement.

“Don’t you wanna touch my big titties, Johnny?” She said, having caught her breath. “I want you to.”
“Sure I do, more than anything, wanna slap ‘em about and mark ‘em up good. But not out here where anyone can see. It’s dark sure, but there’s enough guys here’d be ecstatic to break me and Frankie up. A drunk kiss I can brush off and you just look like you have your hand on my leg, if you can see at all in the dark.”

She gave him a little nod but he could see the hurt in her eyes. The worry that her plan was going to fall through, that he was going to come to his senses. She masked it quickly, squeezing and stroking his cock a little more firmly.

“I like the feel of this beast.” She said, grinning up at him. “I want it.”

She was squeezing his meat more firmly, working her fingers and palm up and down the length, assessing its increasing hardness, grinning with satisfaction and more than a little pride. She risked disappointing him by sliding her hand away from his shaft and down onto the bare muscle beneath the leg of his shorts, but it was only for a second. She finger-crawled up the leg of his shorts and took hold of the tumescence of his bare cock, flesh on flesh. He felt heat and sweat, excretions of their increasing lust. He was practically panting during the finger-crawl but when her fingers found his naked cock he couldn’t hold back the deep rumbling groan of pleasure. They were back to swapping saliva by then, twirling tongues and sharing moans. His hand had her throat, wanting to slide down, but aware of the possible bastards taking shots on their phones. Of course, if he caught anyone actively taking pictures, he’d pound them into a fucking coma and make them choke on their cell phones.

“You’ll like the feel of that beast in other places too.” He said at the next break, somehow able to keep track of her last comment. “For instance, ploughing you good and hard.”
“So would you.” She said, grinning. “I guarantee it.”

He took a good look around, but no one was paying any attention to them, never mind pointing phones at them. The punk slut was full on jerking him off by then, her fist encircling his girth. The inside of her slender wrist, slick with his pre-cum and their combined sweat, was stroking against the swollen ridge of his crown.

“Fuck… that feels good.”
“Yeah it does.” She moaned. “I want it, Johnny.”
“So, why don’t we find somewhere a bit more private and you can take it?”
“Sounds like a plan, my guy, I need a good ploughing. Upstairs?”
“We’ll see if there are any rooms free. If not, we should try the backyard. A swing set or in the garden shed.”
“Sure. Should I go up first on my own and you’ll meet me up there?”
“Fuck that,” he said, laughing, “you go up there on your own and you’ll get half a dozen of these horny bastards following you. You’ll be get fucking gangraped till the break of dawn.”
“Damn, I was afraid of that… Scary.”
“I guess.”

She reluctantly released her grip of his erection and halfway slid up off the couch, but then stopped and reseated herself.

“Johnny?”
“Hmm?”
“If this is too personal just say so. But I wanted to ask. What’s the one thing you’re least satisfied with, with Kincaid?”

He sighed, not wanting to think about Frankie, but decided to answer the little slut.

“We fuck, but it’s always on her terms. She’s always her on top, romantic crap, you know?”

She nodded. He saw the growing opportunity of being free to really give it to this hot little skank rough. He just needed to get her into a locked room. Then he could do whatever he wanted with her.

”All the shit I wanna try she says is chauvinistic and demeaning.” He went on. “I get that and, you know, I respect her opinion. But she’s wrong about it.”
“She suck your cock?”
“Just to get me hard.”
“So, she don’t swallow?”
“Nope.”
“Deep throat?”
“Never… And she’s warned me, if I cum in her mouth she’ll dump me on the spot. Says it’d just show up the lack of respect I have for her.”

He could tell what she was thinking – “sounds like bullshit to me” – he could practically read it in her expression but she didn’t say anything. He liked that she didn’t say anything. Even though it seemed obvious that they were both on the same page.

“Johnny?” She said, softly, almost whispered.
“What?”
“I won’t be like that. I’ll do anything you say, Johnny.” She whispered, leaning in close. “Anything you want. Whatever you need from me, it’s yours. And… whenever you want it.”
“Fuckin’ A, babe…”


End of Part One
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[Shocker]

Well she is rather straight forward, with what she wants. Looking forward to see where this is going.

[BlueRaven]

Nice start, looking forward for more

[RapeU]

Mod stuff:

I get the logic of both the con and noncon tag, but the tags are meant to be mutually exclusive of each other. If this particular story is all about the con relationship, as it looks to be right now, then keep the con tag. If however the characters go into noncon territory keep the noncon tag.

Reader stuff:

I'm not much into cheating or cuck, so this story probably won't be for me. Do keep writing it though because it looks unique, and I'm sure other people who have that kink will like it.

[Nickamano]

She smiled at him. He held her gaze for another moment. Weird. It was like she was growing more attractive by the second, even as he was looking at her. Then there was the way her warm little hand felt on his junk.

“I’m counting on it.” He said quietly.
“So, we’re taking this conversation somewhere more private?”
“More private sure, but I’d say we’re about done talking, yeah?”
“Just need you to tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered, “that’s all.”
“Then get up and get your sweet ass upstairs.”

Smiling, she slid herself off the couch and hurried around the side of it for the staircase, five feet back. Johnny took a minute to gaze around the room one last time, in case anyone had their phones out. A couple did actually but they were trained on Jessica Atkins, head cheerleader from the local high school. She was giving one of the jocks a blowjob but two of his team mates had her hands pinned behind her back and four hands were on the back of her head, forcing her face up and down the whole length of the delighted recipient’s cock. No doubt she would be forced to service all three of them before having her freedom returned.
The punk slut’s ugly friend had been dancing with a couple of guys as well but now one of them had a hand at her throat and the other fisted in her dyed blonde hair, his lips locked onto hers. His friend had one hand stuffed down the waistband of her jeans, fingering her while his other hand cupped and squeezed on a small tit. She was struggling weakly, but pointlessly. She wasn’t about to get free of them and both lads were about to have their balls drained by her, whether she wanted to or not.
Nancy either hadn’t noticed or was disinterested, she was already halfway up the stairs. Johnny followed her.

There were three bedrooms upstairs. Johnny quietly popped his head into each. The first was occupied by Rosie Summers and Clinton Best. Popular girl, popular guy. Both were in relationships with other college students but everyone knew of the sexual tension. Seems like it had overflowed and they were busy taking the opportunity to fulfil their mutual lust. They were pretty vanilla. Clint lying on his back with Rosie riding on him. His hands gripping her athletic ass, hers on his chest. After making note of how the pretty girl looked naked, Johnny quietly shut the door and tried the second bedroom.
This one was occupied by Sammy Morgan, a small and shy but very pretty girl. The jocks had obviously picked her for their evenings’ entertainment, she was sandwiched between three of them using their strength and weight to keep her pinned, and were rampantly pummelling her three holes like it was the last fuck of their lives. There were two other guys standing by the bed, slowly jerking their cocks for when there was a hole free.
Sammy was obviously in for a long and rough night; those guys wouldn’t be letting up on her for quite some time to come. Hours. Maybe even daylight.
Nancy kept her mouth shut but looked scared and a bit sickened. Again, Johnny quietly pulled the door shut and led Nancy to the third option.

“Could’ve been you Nance.” He muttered. “In little Sammy’s place.”
“Jesus…”

Her eyes were wide as she stared back at the just closed door. They could hear the gangbang still, including Sammy’s muffled sobs. Johnny crossed the landing, his fingers crossed. He opened the door, and grinned. They were in luck, there was a single bedside lamp on and some coats and bags had been dumped on the bed but there were no people. Johnny hurried across the room and dragged the crap off the comforter. He heard Nancy behind him, closing and locking the door. He glanced back at her. She shrugged, her cheeks flushed.

“Just in case.” She whispered.
“C’mere.” He grunted.

Crossing the room they met on the rug, crashing together, all hands and mouths and tongues. For a second Johnny wondered about the implications of Nancy locking the door. Images of a dozen guys pushing their way into the room, dragging him aside and taking possession of her, tossing her onto the bed, holding her down while they ripped her clothes off then got down to a hard and drawn out three-hole-gangrape. He pictured them doubling up in her holes like the stories the jocks liked to share, while more of them leaned over her to bite her tits, leaving raw teeth marks and hickies, slapping her bare skin anywhere and everywhere while she squealed and sobbed around whatever cock was stretching her throat her.

He was equal parts turned on and disturbed by the thoughts and it made him wonder why, just a few minutes ago, while he had been watching her dancing, even before that when he had first seen her walk into the frat house with her girl-friend. He would have been perfectly happy to have watched or fantasised about her getting grabbed, have the clothes ripped off her and then being held down and forced to take jock dick after jock dick all night long. Now it was different, he felt differently about her. Sure, he still wanted to bang her hard and deep, give it to her rough, ignoring her pleas to go easy or even stop. But he wanted her just for himself, and would protect her from those assholes.

He finally got his hands on her big tits. He cupped them, moulded his palms over them. At first gently, marvelling at their softness, their warmth, their weight. But then he gave them a good squeeze, a real squeeze, hard, compressing his fingers deep into those fun bags. He was rough, even cruel in his attentions, causing her to gasp and whimper, arching her back as though trying to pull away. However, she held back from retreating, instead keeping herself still for him, letting him act out the savagery of his lust.
He got hold of his self-control after a couple of seconds but he’d already marked her breasts with ruddy welts through the cotton of her ripped-up T-shirt.

“Fuck…” She moaned.
“These are fucking awesome.”
“Thanks, you wanna suck ‘em?”
“Sure, take this off.”

She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. His hands immediately grasped her tits again, they looked fantastic with her arms up over her head, buoyant and perfectly symmetrical. Large oval areolae, a dusky reddish-brown shade surrounding fat hard nipples that looked nicely centred. He gave them a good squeeze while Nancy reached down to unfasten her cut-off jeans but he let go of them while her arms were down, just to check gravity’s effect. He was more than a little gratified that they remained perky and up thrust and didn’t show much sag. He felt a shiver down his spine, his heart beating faster and his cock ached, pulsing, thrusting hard against the cotton of his own shorts.
He stepped back to give Nancy room as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and the fishnet pantyhose beneath.

“You gonna join me, Johnny?” She asked, with a teasing tone.
“Sure. Soon as I see your cunt. You shaved?”
“Waxed smooth as a babe. Just for you.”
“That’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you babe, you’d best be ready.”
“That’s what I’m betting on, boy.”

He hauled off his long-sleeve, heeled off his Converse, rolled his socks against the rug to pull them off his feet. While watching the hot little punk cunt peeling her shorts, pantyhose and a tiny little black thong down her thighs and calves all in one. He spotted the spider web of glistening cunt juice between her thong’s gusset and her smooth little pussy lips. It broke as it passed her knees. She stepped out of the gathered figure-of-eight of fabric and kicked it all aside.

“How ‘bout you kneel down here and pull my shorts off, babe.”
“I’d love nothing more.”
“Then maybe…”
“No ‘maybe’ about it, my guy, I’m gonna do for you all the shit your girl won’t…”

Kneeling down she reached out and slid her open palm down the jutting tented front of his shorts, making him groan. Her other hand reached around behind him and clutched at one of his solid muscular ass cheeks.

“…Starting with ramming this big fucking monster down my throat and choking myself on it.”
“Oh, fuck yeah girl. I’m likin’ what your bringin’.”
“I haven’t even started yet.”
“Wrap them awesome sweater puppies around it too, babe.”
“If it’s okay, I’ll take it into my throat for a while first. Get it good and lubed.”
“Sure babe, bet you’ve done this tons of times. Bet you know just what you’re doing.”

She didn’t answer him, just smiled then yanked his thin cotton shorts down to his ankles and off, before bringing her attention up to the solid shaft that was swinging around just above her face.

“Jesus.” She breathed, staring at it.

Taking it gently in one hand, with an air of worship, she glanced up at him, blushing and with heavily lidded eyes, his erect meat blocking half of her face.

“I’ve kinda a dreamed of this.” She whispered.
“C’mon girl. Don’t keep me waiting. Do what you promised.”
“Right.”

With that she levered the hardness in line with her lips, slipped them over the tip and gave it a little kiss, laying her tongue around the blunt heat before sliding her lips down, engulfing the head. He groaned, gave a little guttural curse. She slid her lips back and forth a few times, letting saliva build up in her mouth before shoving herself right down it. The hot, solid crown tapped the back of her throat and she released a not-quite gagging cough. His hands closed on her head, fingers pressing in tight, but she didn’t even give him the chance to force her onto those last few inches, she lunged forward herself, popping the head into her gullet and working her lips along that last inch until her mouth and nose were buried in the nest of his sweat-matted pubic hair. He groaned out long and loud, throwing out colourful curses of high pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Nancy, Jesus, you’re fucking great girl. Suck that fucking meat, slut!”

She did. She went to town. Worked hard and put her all into it. Either she was a natural or she’d sucked a fuck load of dick before. Either way, she did incredible things to his throbbing shaft. The whole joy-aching length of it.

He’d been mildly aware that the little punk chick, Coleman, had had the hots for him ever since high school. But there had been plenty of those middle-of-the-range chicks who did. After all, he had been on the football team at the time, had been was popular and well liked. And none of those girls came anywhere near his girl Frankie. However, of all the options he had open to him, right at this moment, he was really glad he finally went with this hot little punk slut. Unlike a lot of those girls who were at their peak in high school, Nancy Coleman had come into herself since finishing school, like an ugly duckling transformation. And after spending a little time with her, he had come to realise how pretty she actually was now. And with a killer fucking body that she had always tried to keep hidden before. Now she had maybe the hottest glamour-puss figure he’d seen outside of retro glamour shots of Monroe and Mansfield and that Fifty Foot Woman chick. And, if her cock sucking skills were anything to go by, she’ll probably turn out to be a fucking goddess between the sheets. But, best of all, she was willing to please him any way he wanted, and he was absolutely gonna take full advantage of that shit.

She worked him beautifully, her thrusting mouth, cinching-sucking lips and gripping throat muscles giving him hit after hit of sensual caresses straight through his hot throbbing cock, while simultaneously coating him with masses of her warm bubbly drool. It was dribbling out of the seal of her lips, trickling down her chin and onto those supreme bouncing tits. It was oozing from her nose and her eyes were teary. He didn’t have to jerk her back and forth along his cock, didn’t have to hold her head down on its root; she was doing it all for him. All he was doing was running his hands through her wild, unkempt blonde hair, which had been spiky until the heat and sweat of her dancing and his own caresses had flattened it to something resembling Edward Scissorhands.

How the fuck he hadn’t already blasted a huge load down her throat he put down to the cocaine in his system. He did know that when she did eventually drain his balls, he would go off like a fucking fire hose. And the idea of doing that in her mouth, halfway drowning her in his hot jizz, was a pretty fucking horny thing to picture.
Then again. So would giving her a huge slobbery pearl necklace after giving those big tits a raw pounding. He was getting close and decided he didn’t want to shoot his wad down her throat after all. Not his first one and not so quickly. He tightened his grip of her head.

“Hey, babe?” He asked. “So, you wanna get down and fuck?”

She slowed her fast, aggressive bobbing and eventually popped her lips from the crown. She rocked back onto her heels coughing and panting. She glanced up at him, face flushed and wet and yet still full of something, some energy, that made Johnny tingle and his cock throb for her.

“Up to you, my guy.” She said, in a wet grating voice. “Like I said, I’m loving sucking your cock. But if you wanna fuck we’ll fuck.”
“I’m happy to blow my load down your throat but, yeah, I wanna throw you down on that bed and fuck your brains out.”
“Let’s go then. Come on and fuck my brains out. I want it, want it rough.”

He leaned over and scooped her up by her underarms, hauled her to her feet, and then off them. Immediately his mouth sought out her tits and nipples, he licked at the drool, laving it all over her flesh until her breasts gleamed under the lamp light. She hooked a hand onto the back of his head, urging him to attack her tits however he wanted, while her other hand encircled his slick hard cock and squeezed it hard, sliding her fist slowly up and down its impressive length.
Johnny, focussed on her nipples for a minute, taking one into his mouth sucking and licking at it, snatching it between his teeth, flicking at the dimpled tip before giving it a not so gentle gnaw, she whimpered and moaned at the harsh assault, but didn’t protest or try to pull away. He completely ignored her response and moved to the other nipple, repeating the aggressive attentions.

“Remember my promise, Johnny. Whatever you want, just do it to me. You don’t even need to ask. Whatever it is, I’m never gonna say no.”

In the moment, her promise, vocalised as a whimper, meant everything to him, so did the fact that Frankie’s name had stayed out of her mouth. They both knew what she was offering, it was kind not to try and put herself above the girl he loved. He found himself appreciating it.
He showed her his appreciation by assaulting her nipples more gently. The way he would for Frankie, loving and attentive, for the first time wanting to give her pleasure, not just take it for himself. Nancy was still going on, though there was a distinctive moan behind her speech.

“…And anything I’m might not be great at, you know, you can educate me, my guy. I take lessons well… Real well.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Let’s get you on the fucking bed!”
“I want it hard Johnny. Make me feel it. Give me something to remember you by. Make it so I’m sore all day tomorrow, okay? So I know I’ve been well and truly fucked.”

Again, he had to fight his instinct to carry on playing with her fabulous tits. Growling with lust aggression he straightened up, hands still under her arms, easily carrying her clear of the floor. With a bad-boy grin, he spun her around and using his superior strength tossed her across the room. She hit the mattress cleanly, bouncing, just shy of thumping into the wall. She gasped, giggled a little curse and rolled herself onto her back, propped up on her elbows, and looking back at him. Half shocked, half impressed. She grinned.

“Come and get me then, caveman!”
“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it, you hot little slut.”

He climbed onto the bed after her, his thick, swaying cock achingly hard and reached for her. Fighting back a grin, she rolled out of his way, kicked out at him, though not too hard, playfully slapped at him. Raising his aggression, playing hard to get. He slapped at her when she kicked out at him, a little bit harder. His slap surprised her, bringing a tear to her eye. But she was grinning. He caught her arms, pinned her to the mattress, arms trapped over her head, he slapped her across the face, enough to pink up her cheek. Then he laid a couple of slaps across her tits, got them pinked up and swaying violently. He lay flat on top of her.

She knew better that to try and kick or knee him anywhere serious. She lay still, maybe squirmed a little but he had her pinned with his prodigious weight. He licked a nipple, kissed around her areola, she whimpered in pleasure beneath him, he could feel her rubbing her thighs together between his spread legs. He released her arms and she immediately wrapped them around his neck, drawing him upwards, their mouths locked in the hungriest most heated erotic kiss Johnny had ever experienced. He groaned into her mouth and she reciprocated with her own throaty moan. Their tongues lost in another frantic dance. His hands attacked her tits again, squeezing the soft expanse, pinching her nipples between fingers and thumbs, stretching the buds and areolae, making her moan and whimper. She turned her head, his tongue sliding across her jawline and cheek, delving into her ear. She shivered.

“Oh God, Johnny.” She moaned. “Ram that monster in me. I need it!”
“Get up and on your hands and knees.” He growled, leaning up off her.

She couldn’t get into position fast enough. Johnny marvelled at her in that position, though overall shorter and smaller than Frankie, Nany’s ass wasn’t much broader and her waist swept inward just as much as Frankie’s. But her gorgeous tits were hanging down so far, they were almost touching the rucked-up comforter beneath her.
He squatted behind her put one hand around his cock, touching the swollen head against her swollen labia. She shivered at the feel of the contact, and let out a breathy groan. With his other hand Johnny stroked a path upward along her spine until his fingers slid into the lank hair on the back of her head. He made a fist, grabbing a handful and tugging her head back. She gave a hiss.
He thrust into her, giving her his entire length in one hard shove. His hands shifting to her hips, grasping and squeezing, both hands pulling her hard against his impaling shaft.
The poor little slut shook and squealed as she was stretched and filled so abruptly, but she was already drenched inside. So, it was pure overwhelming pleasure that she exclaimed, her high-pitched squeal turning into a tremulous moan. By the time he had pulled back and slammed into her again, the crown thumping into her cervix, the poor punk slut climaxed noisily. It seemed like she had been so wound up being in his company, maybe anticipating, that feeling his cock stretching and filling her lusty little cunt must have been too much for her. She practically collapsed, her whole body going into convulsions. Johnny laughed, keeping his dick rooted inside her, he wasn’t decided if he should keep her up on her hands and knees or let her fall onto the bed, and follow her down. But she somehow managed to keep to her hands and knees.

“Fuck, you made me cum already, you bastard! Ohhh… God Johnny, you’re so fucking sexy. Now give it to me, just like you want to.”
“Now you’re asking for it, babe!”
“I am Johnny! I just want you to use me. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me however you want!”
“You’re gonna get it, you slut!”

With that he dug both hands into the smooth flesh of her hips and leaned over her back, pressing his feet into the mattress and driving his hips into her buttocks, while he used his grip on her hips to slam her back onto the hard muscles of his groin and abdominals; the loud reverberating slap of flesh on flesh and Nancy’s high squealing moans practically ringing in his ears.

“Fuck me hard Johnny! Make me feel it!”

[Shocker]

I do lack the cultural background, but why any woman would show up for a party at that frat house is beyond me. They seem to routinely devolve into rape sessions with several victims. This must give them a reputation. It’s well written, but that logic bugs me a bit.

[Lucius]

Content Warnings: This is mostly consensual in the foreground though there is drunken non-consensual action in the background. So both con / non-con tags are relevant.

I understand the reasoning, but it's an either/or proposition according to the guidelines.

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[Nickamano]

He grabbed Nancy’s hair again and yanked back on her head hard, his other hand reaching around the front of her thighs, fingers locating and then strumming her engorged clitoris. It instantly set her off again, barely minutes after her first orgasm had faded.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

She went suddenly quiet as she peaked, mouth locked wide open, eyes squeezed shut. Her whole body began spasming as she was submerged into a world of untold ecstasy for a second time.

Johnny kept up his rough thrusting, keeping a tight grip of her. She was jerking beneath him, her hips shunting forward and back in a rapid spastic rhythm. This little punk slut was giving him one awesome ride. Her cunt muscles were rippling and clenching hard on his cock, her body jerking and writhing under him, her flesh warm and slick with sweat. She looked good, she smelled good and she fucked good. Especially with the shit she was spouting in amongst the noisy moans and groans. She was stroking his ego even more than his cock, and it was making feel like a fucking sex-machine.

He had to fight to keep himself under control, strong hard thrusts but slow and measured, to keep his sap from rising too quickly. He needed this to last. It was too fucking good to stop any time soon. He wanted to feel her tits in his hands. Maybe if he went down onto his knees and then supported himself with one hand he could play with her tits with his other. But he knew she wasn’t strong enough to support his full weight on her back, not even now that she was back with it now that her orgasm had faded.

“Oh, god… Johnny…?”

She looked back at him over her shoulder, flushed, bathed in sweat, mucus and tears; her eyes huge and glistening. He could almost read the desire, even love, in those huge pretty pools. But there was also fear, even panic.

“S’okay, babe.” He said, reassuringly. “Roll the fuck over, on your back. Spread yourself out wide for me, and throw your arms up over your head.”
“Oh Johnny…” She moaned.

Excited, relieved. Happy. Though she whimpered when he pulled out of her. She moaned again when he slapped her ass.
She quickly slid back, threw herself over and stretched her legs out wide, fully opening herself to him, practically putting herself into a splits. She was smiling through teary eyes, watching him through her lust-lidded gaze as she threw her arms up over her head, fully supplicate.

“Fuck me, Nancy.” He groaned, looking down at her, naked and laid out for him. “What a fucking body…”
“All for you, my guy.” She said, smiling. “Anytime.”

He lay himself down on her, prodded his cock back into her slick hot channel, this time working more slowly, easing in an inch, withdrawing two, easing in three withdrawing until her labia were draping his crown, the tip teasing her entrance. Gritting his teeth, eyes on her tits, he shoved in firmly, feeding half of his length into her, followed by a slow withdraw. After five seconds she was squirming, pleading with her eyes and her pout, rolling her hips.
Grinning, he slammed in to the root, thumping her cervix and making her full breasts leap and slap together. She arched up, head thrown back and let out a shrill wail.

“Oh, fuck Johnny! Do it! Do me, my guy! Do me!”

He spent five minutes in a press-up position, hands on either side of her glorious tits, their rolling, soft weight repeatedly caressing the corded muscles of his forearms. He kept his thrusts smooth but hard, slamming his hips onto hers and bottoming out every time. Followed by a slow withdrawal. He was getting off on the visual treat of her tits bouncing and circling all over her chest due to his strong and deep fucking pace.
It was definitely getting to Nancy, more than Johnny who was doing a good job of keeping his ardour in check, while Nancy was jerking and writhing, her stretched out legs trembling, hands fisted, eyes wide and staring up at him, but her mouth didn’t seem to know what it wanted to do. It was wide open and gaping, it was gnashing gritted teeth, but either way her lips were drawn back in an erotically animalistic way.
And then all of a sudden, she was going wild, writhing and jerking, tossing her head, eyes rolling in their sockets.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Johnny! Fuckme! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme! FUCK!!”

More than the physical sensation of her cunt clamping and squeezing it was the reactions of her face, her body , tits especially, and the all the shit she was squealing that were really getting to him.

“FUCKING PLOUGH ME JOHNNY! I’M YOUR PERSONAL WHORE! FUCKING FUCK ME!”

He was riding high, pounding into her, full strength, full speed. He pummelled her tight cunt as she orgasmed beneath him; rapidly working toward his own much needed climax, fully expecting it to be explosive. But he hadn’t yet made full use of the little slut. He suddenly yanked his shaft right out of her throbbing cunt, snatching a wailing squeal out of her.

“I’m gonna fuck you in the butt, Nance!” He growled.
“Oh shit!” She groaned, still coming down from her own orgasm. “Oh god! This is gonna hurt…”


“Back on your hand and knees now Nancy, you need to take this like a bitch!”
“Yes Johnny.” She whimpered.

She awkwardly returned to her previous position, though not hesitating, just anxious. He repositioned his pulsing hard on immediately. Relocating his swollen, purple crown to the tiny puckered star of her anal sphincter, he grabbed his cock shaft tight, impressed at just how hard and ungiving it already felt and then started putting pressure on the cinched ring of her puckered ass hole.
She gasped a little hissing inhale, a sharp intake of breath that tumbled into a stuttered whimpering moan.

“Oh, this is gonna be great! Reach back Nance, spread these juicy cheeks.”
“Oh, god… Johnny…” She groaned. “Ahhhh… hurts Johnny.”
“And you’re gonna take it, aren’t you Nance!”
“Mmhhmmm…” She moaned an affirmative, though the reluctance was obvious. “Owwwww!!”
He had to push hard, putting his back into it while grabbing her hip with his left hand, getting hold of a handle of flesh and muscle, he pulled her onto him.
The joint friction was difficult; the heat was amazing. Eventually there was progress. He leaned over a little, took aim and spat some saliva, it trickled down to coat the seam where her anal ring was fighting off his cock head. The lubrication was enough and he suddenly slid in, the head popping into her rectum.

“Ohh… Awwww….” She whined her throat already sounding raw. “…FUCK!! AHHHH!”

It was obvious how difficult and painful it was for her but noisy moaning and whining was all she did. Though as he fed her another inch, her head dropped onto her forearms and she let out a crescendo of sobs.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck!” Johnny growled, ecstatic. “Tight fucking ass. My little punk slut!”
“All yours, Johnny. Just like I promised!” She moaned loudly. “Oh god! OH FUUUUCK!”

He withdrew the donated inches until his mushroom ridge was trapped behind her sphincter ring, pulling at it and pressuring it without actually forcing it wider. She was quivering, shivers running up and down her spine. He pushed in again, giving it to her even as her tender muscle walls clenched around his invading meat.

“Oh Goddamn, Johnny, that fucking hurts!”

He forced her to take three inches before pausing again. Grunting at the domineering pleasure of it as much as the heat and slick friction enshrouding his sweetly aching shaft. Both his hands were squeezing hard into her sweet cushioning ass cheeks while he pummelled between them.
“If it hurts so fucking much,” He growled, “grab a pillow and bite down, cause I ain’t fucking stopping!”
Nancy did exactly that. And, to Johnny, it was sexy as fuck. She was groaning deep and loud into her half-crushed pillow as he bottomed out and then started to thrust hard. He was so impressed with her dedication to his pleasure that he would have kissed her if she didn’t have her back to him. He promised himself he’d make sure he showed his appreciation at the end of the session. But for now, it was all for him, her suffering not only didn’t matter, it was essential for his pleasure. Her dedication to him.

He was full on hammering into her ass now, balls deep every time, pounding her, numbing her with his rough battering hips and squeezing hands, making sure she felt every inch, making sure she clenched, squeezing him tight.
He slid his hands up and down her back, her sides, squeezed her buttocks and hips, stroked up and down her sides, her back, her shoulders, the outer curves of her divine breasts. He couldn’t get a proper grip of them as her upper body had crumpled to the mattress and her tits were squashed under her. But the actual butt fucking itself was just exquisite, even better than he had imagined. And it was almost upsetting to recognise that he wasn’t going to last very long. It alighted the idea of getting her as an ongoing side piece just so he could have a chance to fuck a bitch in the butt on the regular.

“Oh fuck, fucking… Fuck! Damn Nancy your ass is too fucking good babe! Too fucking good!”

He thought she might have groaned - “I’m glad Johnny” - it sounded like that, but the pillow stuffed in her mouth and the constant throaty groaning all but drowned out what her response actually was.

Despite her consenting to suffer for his pleasure, it was obvious that Nancy was so turned on to be on the end of his meat and with his hands all over her, that she didn’t even complain. Well, not in any serious way. And she wasn’t trying to fend him off or pull away, she wasn’t going to try and escape his cock. She was just going to lay there and take it. For him.

She suddenly threw her head back threw the tear- and drool-soaked pillow to the floor, then forced herself up onto her elbows, he saw her reach back under her chest with both hands. He couldn’t see exactly but he was sure she was pinching and squeezing her own nipples. It made him groan.

“Oh, Jesus Johnny, fuck…! Please… Ohhh… please… please, hurry up and cum… please… hurry and cum in me, Johnny! Shoot your wad up my butt!”
“I’m gonna give it to you babe, you gonna take it for me? You taking all my jizz up your ass? Huh, my little punk slut?! You’re taking my dick! You gonna take my all my cum in this sweet ass?!”
“Yes, Johnny. I’ll always take your cum in me! Squirt it my guy! Empty those big fucking balls! In me or on me, wherever you want…! Oh! OH OHH! Oh GOD JOHNNY… OH JESUS! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN!”

That was it, for both of them. Her climax had her involuntarily clamping her sphincter and her rectal muscles around his fast-pummelling shaft. It became a fist squeezing him and jerking him off at the same time. Before he knew it, he felt a strong hot pulsing in his cock and then the scalding euphoria-spurts of his cum geysered out of him.

“Oh fuck!” He yelled. “Ahhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Take it, my slut! Take it, take it all!! FUUUCCKK!”

Nancy was all but silent other than a high keening shriek. Johnny fell backwards, throwing his arms back to catch him. His still erect cock, gripped tight by Nancy’s clinging rectum, was squeezed as it was snatched back out of her and sprayed an arc of jizz between them. A great burst of it, gushed out of her still gaping anal ring as her legs gave out and she slumped flat, face down on the bed. Johnny barely able to keep himself propped up to watch her ass hole close up, the action squeezing even more of his huge loud out of her colon. So that it dribbled thickly down her vulva and her engorged clitoris. He saw her inner thighs quivering as his viscous, cooling fluid coated her pussy.

[Nickamano]

“Holy, fucking Jesus, that was… that was unbelievable.” He groaned still trying to get his breath back.

Nancy was just moaning - “fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…” - over and over again, more or less under her breath.
It took Johnny five minutes to get up and get dressed. He needed to get into the nearest bathroom to wash up, clean his cock. He had been tempted to make Nancy suck him clean, straight out of her ass. It was a dirty, horny, domineering move, but he felt like he might not ever be able to look at her again if she did it so, he didn’t bother.

He hurried back after he had found a suitable bathroom. Someone had been asleep in the tub and there was a girl throwing up in the toilet, but the sink was available, and puke free. He was half expecting to open the bedroom door and find a whole gang of jocks holding Nancy down and raping all her holes but they were apparently still happily occupied in the other bedroom.
He locked himself inside their room and before he knew it was gathering Nancy’s clothing for her. She eventually rolled over, dragging herself weakly until she was sitting on the end of the bed, groaning to herself and reaching back to gingerly examine the state of her butt.

“Fuck, my guy. You practically ripped me a new one.”
“Sorry Nance.” He found himself saying.
“Hell, don’t be sorry,” She grinned. “You want it again, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”

He sat beside her and pulled her against him, practically onto his lap. He kissed her, cupping and squeezing those fantastic tits and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back ravenously. It went on and on. She started on his cock, with her hip, just rolling her flesh against him, making him groan into her mouth, their tongues going at it, frantic in their rapidly reviving lust.
He felt her hand encircling his semi hardened shaft. It felt tender but she seemed to anticipate that and was very gentle with her caresses.
He pinched and rolled her nipples. It got her panting and letting out a little whining moans. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment and looked into her eyes. She looked beautiful in that moment, huge brown eyes sparkling like onyx with love or lust or desire for him, her swollen wet lips partly open, her brows raised slightly. Even her hair had taken on an attractive unkept stylishness.

“You get me hard again, Nance, and you’re getting it again right now.”
“That a promise?”
“More like a hope?”

She laughed and gave his shaft a squeeze. Then moaned as he gave her firm nipples a harder pinching in response.

“Fuck, you can do that to me whenever, my guy. I love getting my tits played with and my nipples abused… You, know, I think there’s life left in this fella, if you’re still interested?”
“You get it hard babe, you’re responsible for making the jizz come out.”
“Righto. I’ll remember that.”

They went back to tongue kissing for a while, Nancy was moaning more and more as his played with her tits, his ardour was rising again more rapidly, as his cock continued to slowly fill out and stiffen under her gentle, caring ministrations.

“I might beg you to let my ass recover a little bit,” she said, all serious again. “But if you’re insistent on another butt fucking, I’m not going to say, no. Like I said. I’m never going to say no to you, Johnny.”
“Hey, if I want you ass again, I’m taking you in the ass again.”
“Yes, Johnny.” She whimpered, reticent yet horny.
“But okay, for now maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

She locked her lips on his again. He released one of her tits, but then spread his other hand across her chest trying to capture both big teardrops of softness with one hand. It was a struggle. He got one nipple under the pad of his thumb and the other under the heel of his palm and gave them a good massage. His other hand hooked the back of her head, taking a grip on her hair, he transferred her lips from his down to his lap, in one smooth downward push.

“C’mon then. Let’s seal this night with a good blow job, hey babe?”
“Sure Johnny, happy to oblige.”

She found the head of his cock and slid her lips around it, holding it with suction and her hand while she licked at the tip and burrowed the tip of her tongue into his slit. Then, widened her lips slightly she thrust her face down until the whole thing was in her mouth, stretching her lips, the head shoved somewhere deep in her throat. He kept his grip in her head but knew he didn’t need to. She sucked and licked and worked her throat muscles. And it was delicious.

“Fuck’s, Nance, that’s perfect. Why has no guy snatched you up babe, you’re one fucking fantastic lay!”

He let her up so she could answer. Her voice sound raw, cloying and wet. But after a couple of gulps and a cough or two, she answered him.

“Holding out for the right one, I guess.” She gasped.

She immediately slammed her face back down his length, unbidden. He let go of her head, one arm thrust backward to support him on the bed while the other reached under her to play with those fantastic tits again.

“Wait.” He said, suddenly, “I got a better idea.”

Leaning forward and grabbing her head in both hands, he pulled her up off his cock. Pulling her up until they were eye to eye. There was worry in her gaze, behind the tears of exertion and mucus oozing from her dainty little nose.

“You wanna get outta here? How about I drive you home, and you can carry on doing what you’re doing on the way.”
“Er, okay, sure thanks. Didn’t really know how I was gonna get home, and I guess this party’s past its prime.”
“Yeah. Honestly, I’d say any girls still hanging around here now that ain’t dogs, or whales are gonna be getting screwed by guys that ain’t their boyfriends, and complete strangers, probably repeatedly too.”
“And they ain’t getting a say in it either.” She said, nodding. “No, I hear you, my guy. Sure, I’d love a lift home and I’d love to suck you off ‘till we get there.”
“We could take the scenic route, even park up outside your place for a while., if you’re not ready to call it a night. Just hang out, chat, shoot the shit. That is, if I can’t get it up again after your done with your incredible mouth.”
“Sounds perfect. But we’ll keep testing this dude. If he’s up for more fucking or sucking, I’m right there for him. Whatever part of me he wants.”
“Sounds good to me, babe. Best get you dressed first, unless you’re into getting dragged off and forced to fuck a bunch of perverts.”

She laughed.

“Sure.”

There weren’t many people left at the party by the time they made their way back downstairs. There were a few people dotted around, mostly asleep on the floor, curled up under a table, lounging on an armchair, on a recliner. One couple was fucking on a couch, the girl was struggling drunkenly under the guy, whether she was being raped or was just uncomfortable with the position they didn’t know. Johnny led Nancy by the hand until they were out the front door and taking the porch steps and through the front yard to the street. A threesome was leisurely playing on the steps. A girl was kneeling over a guy, her head bobbing languidly in his lap while a second guy was kneeling behind her his face buried between her buttocks, beneath her pleated miniskirt.

Johnny slid an arm around Nancy’s waist, sliding his hand down into the rear pocket of her cut-off, cupping her probably sore ass cheek. He paused and pressed her up against a tree trunk, kissed her, while her hands came around his shoulders and the back of his neck, his slid into the dropped arm holes of her T-shirt and grabbed both of her heavy breasts. They spent a few seconds swapping saliva and duelling tongues while Johnny tweaked and twisted her nipples to his heart’s content.

His car was the next one along, parked outside one of the neighbour’s front yards, without blocking the driveway. Nancy, still being groped while Johnny planted a big branding hickie on the side of her neck, moaned as she recognised his Mazda3, electric cobalt saloon.

“Oohhh,” she cooed. “fucking love this car, my guy.”
“You’re about to suck some cock in it, babe.”

She giggled. He unlocked it with his key fob and they slid in alongside each other. Nancy obediently reached for his zipper and levered out his half hard meat, then dropped her face into his crotch while he put the Mazda in drive and pulled out onto the street. She sucked hard and deep, plunging him into her throat over and over again, working fast. He had a hand on the back of her head, but found no need to push her down, she was taking him balls deep each and every time. Even though she was gagging and gurgling on the saliva overflow and her already over worked gullet.

“Can’t believe how fucking great you are at that, Nance.” He moaned, stroking her head.

She let out a long guttural groan by way of gratitude for his compliment, at least that was what it sounded like; while the vibration she put through his swollen meat almost made him spew then and there. But he could tell she was floundering with her pace, earlier in the evening he might have put a hand on top of her head and made her work faster, pushing down or grabbing her tight so he could skull fuck her. However, his indifference and mindless lust for a beautiful body had long since been replaced by a warmth and authentic attraction for the punkish teen. So, he forgave her floundering performance.

“I’m gonna take pity on you babe. You can hold off for now, but when I park up outside your place, I’m gonna need you to get me off.”

She switched to long slow sucks, the sort girls used to clean a cock that has already blown its load. After a few seconds of that she popped his length out of her mouth and carefully, and not easily, levered him back into his pants. Having zippered him up she leaned back in her seat, stretching up the length of her loose T-shirt to wipe of her lips and chin. Driving one handed, Johnny reached across and stroked her cheek appreciatively, she caught his hand and kissed his palm. She lowered his hand and placed it on her thigh. She took hold of his wrist and gently slid his hand into her T-shirt’s arm hole and onto one of her full perky tits. He cupped and squeezed it.

“Fuuuuuck…” He groaned under his breath. “First class tits, Nancy. First fucking class.”
“Thanks, my guy. They’re yours whenever you want them, no bullshit.”
“Hold you to that babe.” He said.

Stroking his palm back and forth over her stiff nipples, he had her twitching and gasping at the contact.
She had to give him directions once he got to her side of town, he didn’t know it well. Finally, he pulled up onto her driveway. The house appeared dark.

“No one home?”
“Nah, my parents are in, they’ll have gone to bed already. They’re probably heard your car though so they’ll know I’m back safe.”
“You gonna get called in straight away?”
“Nah, they’re pretty hands off, as long as I keep my grades up and get no cops at the door.”
“So you ain’t a petty criminal bad-girl in trouble with the law, like the rumour mill says?”
“That’s what they say? Nah, I’m a good girl! Anyway, I have a task to perform before I can go to bed. You want my mouth some more?”
“Only if you want to babe.”
“Sure I want to! I promised, didn’t I?”
“If you’re sure. Hey, how about you use those world class tits instead.”
“Whatever you want, my guy.”

She hauled off her T-shirt. While he ratchetted back her seat and then buzzed the back down half way. She cupped her tits while he climbed across, straddling her chest, his knees cinching her slender waist. Leaning forward, he grabbed the head rest. She unzipped his cock and stretched herself forward awkwardly to suck him to hardness and get him all slicked up with her drool.
Once she was satisfied, Nancy lay back against the seat back and cupped her tits while Johnny thrust his hips forward, burying his cock in her cleavage. She squeezed her big fun-bags firmly around him and started working the divine globes up and down as his hips started their thrusting rhythm.

It didn’t take long, they both worked hard, mutually impassioned to get his cock to spew cum onto her. When she could see and feel the straining of his hardening shaft, and could hear in his grunting and increasingly colourful language that he was close, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth. He didn’t even stop his thrusts and was soon popping his bulging crown into her throat again and again. One final balls-deep thrust and he lay grinding against her face and his cock started to spew one last heavy gout of watery jism. It sprayed right down her throat as she gulped, and sucked and pursed her lips around his quivering jerking member. He cursed and moaned along with each blast of his hot seed.
He finally leaned up off her. Nancy’s face was red and sweaty and slick with an overflow of drool and cum. Again, panting hoarsely she retrieved her T-shirt and wiped her face and neck and her tits with it.

“Fuck babe that was fucking awesome. Thank you.”
“No problem. Any time, my guy.”
“Any time. I like the sound of that.” He said, grinning at her.
“I’m serious, Johnny.”

She winced as she pulled the cold, sodden garment back over her head and covered her still damp tits with it.

“Think that needs a wash.”
“Think you’re right.” She said, then sighed. “Best be heading in, I guess.”

She pouted, looked at him one last time, seemingly upset that their evening was at an end. As she reached for the door control, he leaned over and gave her a last slobbery tongue heavy kiss. Cupping her face in one hand. She reciprocated with her free hand. When he finally pulled away, she looked up at him, her eyes glimmering wetly in the streetlights.

“Johnny?” She asked, in little more than a hopeless whisper. “Are we done? Is this it? Or can I maybe see you again? I know you and Frankie Kincaid… but I was hoping… you know… maybe?”

He just looked at her for a second in silence, looking into her big glistening eyes. Seeing the hopeful-hopelessness in her eyes, the desire. She blushed deeply and then tried to correct herself a little, maybe she felt she had sounded sad and desperate.

“What I’m saying is, no pressure, but I’m down for spreading my legs for you again, or my butt cheeks, if you’re interested.”
“I’m gonna be frank with you Nancy… I absolutely, definitely need to fuck you in the ass again. And I ain’t gonna be able to stopping thinking about your tits any time soon… and these too…”

He ran a gentle fingertip across her pouting, swollen lips. She almost shed a tear at his gentle touch and kissed his caressing fingertip. Instead, she smiled coquettishly.

“I’m glad.” She said.
“...So yeah.” He went on. “I’m definitely interested in getting together again. Round two for starters, then, we’ll just have to see, I guess. I need more of my cum in you. That’s for definite.”
“Okay, great. Let me have your phone…?”

He did so, unlocking it for her. With a little coy smile stretching her lips, she quickly typed in her number, put it in his contacts under the name “gamer guy.” She turned the screen around so he could see. He smiled and nodded then took his phone back and pocketed it. And that was the end of their night. She leaned in and gave him a little peck on the cheek, whispered –

“Hope I showed you a good time, my guy.”

Climbing out of his car, she bounced up the drive toward her front door, deliberately working her sweet ass for him as she walked away. She looked back and threw him one last sultry smile before putting her door key in the lock and finally disappearing inside her house.

As he reversed out from the driveway and made his way back across town toward his own home, Johnny couldn’t stop smiling. However, his elation diminished when he thought about Frankie.

By the time he was getting out of bed let the following morning, Johnny was starting to think he might be falling for sexy little Nancy Coleman, and it made him feel terrible.
He had cheated on Frankie who had been the love of his life until yesterday evening. He had felt terrific when she had agreed to let him take her out and all their dates since. And now he had betrayed her. His thought process continued that way as he showered and dressed, and even over breakfast. However, it changed to a childish sense of horny excitement when, later that morning, he received his first text from “gamer guy".

The End.