The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos
Rory and Conor went through the food and divvied Conor’s sandwich and little carrots and Avengers fruit snacks, and gave everyone a cupcake. Each pair shared a Diet Coke.
With sugar in their system, and after the girls came back from a washroom break, Conor put cupcake cream filling on his cock and got Lyla to lick it off (in place of the peanut butter he saw on that one card in her pile). Next, Conor put on Lyla’s bra. “I’m raking in the points. I am totally winning!”
Mia asked, “So, what were Costa and Silke up to? They saw you? What did they do?” She was comfortable, again, cuddling, stroking Rory’s cock.
“They were playing Cluedo,” Conor said, taking off Lyla’s bra after she demanded it back.
“Why are you saying Cluedo? It’s just Clue,” Rory put to him.
“Silke calls it Cluedo. And I want to fuck Silke.” Conor got the looks, again. “Come on, I’m a guy, you know what I mean…”
Rory answered Mia. “Yeah, they barely reacted. Must be getting along.”
“We get along, don’t we?” she asked his neck.
“Very well.” Rory had never stopped caressing her breasts.
“Ready to fuck me?”
“Try and stop me.”
Rory moved Mia onto her back, thinking about whether he wanted to lick her pussy, still, or just get into fucking. He sucked at her breasts while thinking about it.
Lyla and Conor both saw Mia start the action. “Okay, get over here, you idiot,” Lyla called to Conor, and they negotiated taking their half of the bed and Conor happily went back to licking Lyla’s pussy.
Rather than a half-and-half, it wound up like they’d sliced the bed corner-to-corner. Rory, in his exploration, was angled just so that his cock was near Lyla’s head. Or had Lyla angled herself so that her mouth was near Rory’s cock? Either way, her mouth found his cock.
A long lick from balls to crown caught Rory’s immediate attention. His head popped off Mia’s breast to catch a smiling Lyla looking up at him. She took ahold of his cock and put it into her mouth properly.
Quickly, he glanced back at Mia. If she knew about it, she didn’t scold her friend. Mia just pushed his face back onto her breasts.
Rory relaxed and didn’t panic. Hey, if this is a group thing, I’m not gonna argue. Mia took a little suck of Conor, before. We’ve all been getting little ‘tastes’ here and there. He let a hand fall down to Lyla’s hair, letting her know he was into it. He could feel her smile around his cock. Suck me, Lyla. He thought it, but he just couldn’t say it out loud. He did let his hand wander down to her tit, though — he couldn’t help that, she had some nice tits. One of her hands found his and made sure he caressed both of them, not just her left. His cock got a little harder, then.
Rory didn’t want to cum in Lyla’s mouth. He wanted to fuck Mia. He began a roll to pull out of Lyla and off of Mia at the same time and set himself between Mia’s legs.
Mia whispered to Rory, “No sample, this time. Wrap it up.”
Rory nodded, then slapped Conor on the shoulder. He figured out what Rory wanted when he saw him break from position to find his remaining condom, then did the same.
Rory took his time putting the condom on, this time, making a little show of it, looking into Mia’s eyes, but noting that Lyla was a part of his audience, too. She wanted his cock, huh? Maybe when he was done fucking Mia, he’d let her clean him off.
But Mia… her legs spread and waiting for him… he looked at her and melted, but the fire inside him raged at the same time. He had to fuck her, and do a better job than his first time. He slapped his raincoated cock on her vulva, sawed it back and forth through her labia and up into her runway of pubes — he loved those! He wanted to lick that pussy, again, but didn’t want to stop his momentum, now. He circled his cock on that clit, found her entrance, and slipped all the way in.
“Oh, mmmffff!” Mia kind of said as their pubes meshed. She raised up to meet him on his way to crashing down on her, and pulled him into a kiss. Her legs crossed behind him and locked him in place, then her hands sailed down his back to his butt, gripping his flesh and starting him plunging in and out and back and again into her.
“Yeah… Yeah, Rory… oh, fuck me… fuck me… that’s it, fuck me…” she moaned below him.
“I’ll fuck you, Mia… god, I love fuckin’ you…” he groaned back to her, getting into the sex talk.
They’d gotten into a good rhythm when the bed moved, and Rory glanced sideways to note that Lyla had taken to riding on top of Conor. As Rory was braced on his hands above Mia, he could see Conor as the other boy looked over at him, too. No words were exchanged, just a smile and flushed cheeks, but each could tell from the other’s eyes that this was a fucking great day!
Rory felt a hand that wasn’t Mia’s run up his spine. He rose up and turned his head to his right and found himself kissing Lyla, her hand on his cheek making sure of it. He was fucking Mia and kissing Lyla. Wait! — he had to get this right… He was fucking Mia and kissing Lyla, her tongue in his mouth, her hands on his head, while she was fucking Conor. When she let him, he looked down at Conor. He was not kissing Mia — he was too focused on watching his own hands play with Lyla’s tits. Rory looked to Mia, who just smiled back at him.
She wasn’t mad. Fuck…!
He fucked Mia harder.
Lyla moved her head into the space between him and Mia, and she and Mia began to make out. One said something to the other. The other answered. Rory couldn’t tell what.
Lyla twisted off of Conor and pulled Mia with her, then both boys lost contact with fucking. Conor looked to find how Lyla wanted him next, but Lyla put herself over Mia and gave her backside to Rory.
“Rory — fuck me!” Lyla called, reaching backwards for his cock.
In that moment, with too much juice running through his body, Rory could do nothing else but grab Lyla’s waist and let his cock find her pussy.
“Oh, god, Rory, yes! Gimme that cock!” Lyla moaned. She kissed Mia, again, and this time Rory could make out what they said. “Rory has a nice cock. He’s fucking me, Mia…”
“You can borrow him, but you can’t keep him,” Mia warned.
“You’ll get him back,” Lyla breathed.
Mia moved out from under Lyla and reached for the abandoned Conor’s hand.
“Oh, fuck yeah! I get to fuck Mia? Just like I… Oh, fuck yeah!” Conor cheered, unable to control his enthusiasm. He helped her find her way underneath him and got his cock inside her as fast as he could, just in case it was a mistake. “Oh, fuck! Mia… I love your pussy, too!”
Rory couldn’t listen to his friend. Well, you couldn’t help but hear him, but Rory blocked him out and paid attention to the girl he was with, rather than think about his girlfriend fucking his best friend. He also had to not worry about the idea that he was fucking Mia’s best friend, and not his own girlfriend.
This was fun, though. Mia was into it, so he knew he shouldn’t read too much into it. He might not ever get this chance again, so he had to enjoy fucking Lyla while he could. It was not hard to, he had to admit. But plowing into her from behind, looking at her back and her hair, wasn’t what he wanted. If he was going to fuck this girl, he needed to see her face, and more.
He took charge.
Rory, his hands still holding her waist, lifted Lyla off her knees. There was a squeal and a couple ‘whoa!’ noises from her as she realized things were moving. Rory twisted her legs and spun her over. He’d wanted to keep his cock inside her the whole time while he did that, but they weren’t that coordinated. Lyla didn’t quite know what he was doing and had that bit of fear until she was on her neck and back and could see Rory still holding her in the air, finding her hole, again. Then she relaxed and smiled up at him. He let her wrap her legs around him, but kept her fine ass up in his hands.
Yes, there was Lyla’s face. He wanted to see her eyes while he fucked her. He wanted to see her tits bounce while he fucked her. He needed to see his cock slipping in and out of that golden pussy while he fucked her. He needed to believe this.
This morning, he was hoping to get his hands up Mia’s shirt sometime between classes and feel her bare tits so that tonight he could get her shirt off and see how far he could take that. But here he was. No longer a virgin, and fucking his second girl of the day. He was one lucky…
“Fuckin’ Lyla…” Rory mumbled, trying to get as vocal as the others. “Fuckin’ you with my cock…” He slammed his cock into her as hard and fast as he could.
“I love your cock, Rory,” Lyla answered.
“Fuckin’ you… blonde pussy… those tits… those fuckin’ incredible tits…”
“Feel my tits, Rory, suck my tits…”
Rory couldn’t say no. He adjusted how he held her to get his hands and mouth on her tits. He was mildly aware of Conor doing something similar to Mia, but he chose to ignore them.
He had slowed down his slams into a very wet slide while he sucked on Lyla’s nipples. He pulled off and went for a kiss, again, when Lyla decided she was going to change their position. “My t—!”
She had shifted them, and started sitting up, but Rory, still on fire, couldn’t have any of that. He leveraged back on her shifting, put his hands on her shoulders, and shoved her back down onto the bed. Lyla’s eyes popped full open, a little shock running through her.
“I’m fuckin’ you, Lyla! I’m fuckin’ you…” Rory started slamming into Lyla’s golden pussy, again, holding her down, the ecstasy traveling from his balls up his spine into his arms and skull.
Lyla began breathing heavy, then almost couldn’t breathe, at all. “Oh my… Oh!… ohRor… oh fuck… I’m… I’m…c…” Her cum began pouring out of her golden pussy.
“That’s it,” Rory breathed, finding his cock sliding faster inside her. “Cum all over my cock. Lyla… I’m fuckin’ Lyla…”
Her legs were flying all over the place as she shook, hitting Conor and Mia. Rory took ahold of her legs and bent them at the knees, holding her feet just below his chest, keeping her pussy nice and wide open. With the little barrier keeping him from falling on her, Rory used it as a brace as he slammed into her for what he knew would be his final thrusts. He could feel the tickle in his balls, the tingle traveling up his back. He was going to cum, too.
Rory screamed out his breath. If he spoke any word, it was unintelligible. He convulsed and shot his first load into Lyla, followed by others as he convulsed. His grip on Lyla’s legs loosened, and she let her feet slide up his chest to his shoulders. One foot hit his face and he took her first few toes in his mouth, holding them in place with his tongue while he kept cumming.
The toe-thing made Lyla scream, again, and start a second orgasm rather than subsiding to aftershocks. Rory could only enjoy the pride while he wavered back and forth on his knees, using Lyla’s legs for support, while he pushed to shoot whatever was left in him.
Into his condom. He hoped the thing was still intact. It had moved down some.
Rory opened his eyes. He looked at Lyla below him. Then looked at Mia and Conor. All three pairs of eyes seemed to center on him. He let Lyla’s legs down easy. He backed off the bed and pulled off his rubber, tossing it onto his pile of clothes behind him. He bent low and put his face on Lyla’s pussy. Before this was over, he had to get a lick in there. He licked her labia bottom-to-top and tickled her clit. She shivered, again. He dipped his tongue inside her hole, but didn’t taste any of himself in there, only her cum and a hint of latex.
He crawled over top of Lyla, and gave her a ‘thank you’ kiss. “I really liked that.”
“You liked that…?” she said back quietly, almost to herself, eyes still wide.
He stood to his knees and offered her his cock. “Clean me off?” He gave it a try. Conor would always do it, but if she said ‘no,’ he’d just laugh and collapse.
Lyla’s hand shot up to hold him. She leaned up and took him inside, sucking off whatever cum was still attached to his cock. She gave him a couple extra bobs and let him slip out of her mouth with a pop.
Rory carefully fell to the bed, pushing himself between Lyla and Mia.
Conor broke the silence. “You never fucked me like that.”
Rory looked up at him. “Not gonna, either. Now get off my girl.” Conor dismounted and fell to the headboard.
Mia turned Rory to her. They needed to read each other’s eyes to know what this all meant. Neither had a worried look to them. They both had figured out this one was just for fun. Rory pulled her tight to him and kissed her. There were some words on both of their lips that neither spoke. Something to the tune of “But you’re going to fuck me like that, right?”
“You can fuck me like that again, if you want,” Lyla sang, running her fingers along Rory’s spine, again, until she reached his anus and slipped a finger inside, there still being enough lube present.
Rory lurched with the sensation and pushed back on her, kind of automatically.
“Hey, let him alone,” Mia warned. “He’s mine.”
Lyla stuck out her bottom lip. She sighed loudly in comic exasperation and fought to sit up. She rolled off the bed and stretched, noting she at least had Conor’s watchful eyes following her moves.
“Did you have fun?” Mia asked Rory, quietly.
Rory was a little guarded. “You guys planned that swap, right?”
“Not until it kind of happened,” Mia said, “but you know Lyla, and I thought today’s the day to do it, if we’re gonna.”
“So that was okay?” Rory was still worried he’d cheated on his girl. “I mean, you and Conor did, too, so…”
“Yeah,” Mia said, running her hand along his back. “I mean, we’re just having fun, right?”
“Yes, it certainly was fun,” he laughed. “How was Conor?”
Mia thought on it. “What’s a good word? Hmm. Eager. I’ll go with ‘eager.’”
They felt eager Conor climb off the bed.
“Hey, Mia, who’s your most embarrassing social media crush?” Conor asked.
“Why?” Mia was puzzled.
“That’s your card.”
“Are we still playing?” she asked Lyla.
“If we are, got to make it dirty…” she advised from her mirror, brushing her hair back to how she liked it.
“So, which of your social media crushes would you most like to screw?” Rory interpreted.
Mia rolled her eyes, but smiled, getting a mental picture. “Okay. Okay. Um… the lifeguards who did those daily beach conditions videos all summer? You know, ‘Today’s water temperature is 82º, and the wind is ten miles per hour, and there’s rip currents so listen to your lifeguard!’ And they take turns so you get to see them all, and get to judge who’s hottest in their red suits!”
“You talkin’ the guys or the girls?” Conor asked, thinking he’d catch her.
“Oh, both…” Mia giggled, Lyla joining her in sentiment. “You just want to reach inside your screen and tug their suits down, suck a cock, lick a pussy, grab those titties, or just… rub your hands all over those pecs and abs…” Mia ran her hands over Rory’s chest.
Lyla came and stood at the bed. “Like how?”
Mia sat up. “Like this.” She let her hands roam over Lyla, now, instead, and got handfuls of her breasts. “The boys said it, Lyla. Your tits are incredible.” Her hands slid down to Lyla’s waist and she held her steady as she leaned in and took a lick at her pussy.
“Jeez, I didn’t think I would get hard again so fast…” Rory intoned, staring at the two.
“This is my favorite TV show. I want to watch it all day,” Conor spoke, mesmerized again.
Mia gave Lyla a couple extra licks for good luck, then broke away. “That’s what I’d do to the lifeguard.” She leaned back into Rory, kissing him and taking up stroking his cock, again. “Mmm, you are hard…!”
Rory needed to do something about that. “We’ve got some time, yet, before we have to get dressed and head back for soccer practice, you know…”
“Just you and me, though. Like, just us.” Mia wasn’t putting down their friends, but they both wanted to try again and take it all the way through.
“Hey, Lyla… can we, like, take one of the other rooms?”
Lyla knew the need for privacy — and space. She thought it out. “Yeah, but don’t take my mom’s room, take Tori’s. I can explain that one, easier, if I have to. She probably didn’t even make her bed, so…”
“Wait, can’t go until you do your card,” Conor shook his finger.
“Really?”
“Yup.” Conor drew a Dare for him. “‘Using three books, balance one on your head and one on each hand, then walk across the room.’” He and Lyla looked at each other with furrowed brows.
“How much weight can your hard cock hold while you walk around the room?” Lyla suggested.
“Yeah!” Conor cheered.
Mia helped Rory get up. She thoughtfully judged the appendage hanging from his midsection. “Are you hard enough?”
“I think so, after that display you put on,” Rory guessed.
“Let me make sure,” Mia said, and went down on her boyfriend’s cock, giving it that extra confidence. It started as a few quick bobs, but Mia started taking him as far as she could and playing with his balls.
“Okay, let’s see it,” Conor interrupted, holding some items from Lyla’s bureau.
Mia pulled off Rory and presented his cock.
Conor hung Lyla’s purse over it, letting the long strap slide down to Rory’s pubes. The weight pulled his 80º angle down to 50º. “Hang on,” Conor said, then went down on his friend’s cock, himself, with ten-to-fifteen good bobs. “To ensure your success,” he explained when he came back up.
“I know you’re gonna miss it, now, it’s okay…” Rory joked.
Lyla tossed the towel at him, and it hung easily.
“Sorry, we do this one in the gym showers all the time!” Rory crowed.
“You do?” Mia asked.
“Sure. If you get a boner, you either hide it, or flaunt it!” Conor agreed.
“It can get to be a competition,” Rory explained to the girls.
Conor added a shirt to the pile on Rory’s cock. Not much of a change. Lyla then balanced a Barbie doll in her blue Fashionista Denim ’n Dots dress on top. “Okay, let’s see how you do,” she told him.
Rory started walking around, making sure to go pause by the window just to agitate Lyla, and kept Barbie riding his cock. “See?”
“That’s some power, there,” Lyla said admiringly.
Rory took off the purse, towel, and shirt, but put Barbie back on, and walked over to Lyla, who held Rory’s cock steady and retrieved her doll. “She enjoys an early-morning ride,” Lyla teased.
“Really? I’m an early-riser, myself,” Rory teased back. But now he was anxious to take Mia out of there.
Mia whispered in his ear, “Do you have more condoms?”
It hit Rory like a brick. Fuck! They were going to get a private room, they had an hour to themselves, and now… “Well, we’ll just have to be…” he started, but then stopped himself. He’d bought a six-pack of Trojans and passed them out. Together, they’d used four. The other two were… “Wait! Costa and Silke! They don’t need theirs. I’ll be right back.”
Rory went to the door, briefly considered getting some clothes on, then remembered Silke had already seen him naked during the faerie incident. He just continued out into the hall and down the stairs.
“Hey, you two, do you guys still have the…” Rory stopped dead on the bottom stair.
Silke and Costa were naked on the couch, Silke riding Costa’s cock for all she was worth.
“Oh, hey, Rory…” Costa called, noticing him.
Silke pulled her hair out of the way and sat up. “Sex is much better when I have gotten to know someone well.”
“You know me very well, don’t you, Silky?” Costa breathed, grabbing her ass and quickening the pace from below her.
“Very well,” she agreed.
“Um…” Rory seemed to forget why he’d come down. “Yeah. Hey, do you… No, I suppose you’re using them now, aren’t you?” Rory was disappointed, but wasn’t leaving.
“What?” Costa asked.
“The condoms.”
“No, we’ve still got ‘em. Somewhere. In my pocket, I think.” Costa pointed to their pile of clothing.
“I do not need to use such things,” Silke told Rory.
“That’s… that’s great.” Rory came down the last stair and approached the clothing next to the couch. He took his time getting the packets out of Costa’s pants pocket, gazing at Silke’s breasts and pussy while he could. She was quite pale and had nice, full breasts, her nipples like cherries on vanilla ice cream. Her pussy was shaved, though. He knew her pubes would probably have been very light, like her eyebrows, but they just didn’t exist. He still liked Mia’s landing strip, better.
“Thanks. Thank you,” he said, and backed away to the stairs.
Back in Lyla’s bedroom, he looked a little lost, but showed a packet to Mia and tossed the other to Lyla. “Good, they still had them,” Mia said.
“Yeah, they, uh… Silke said she doesn’t need them… and they were…” Rory tried to tell it.
“She didn’t need them… because…?” Lyla asked.
“She and Costa are fuckin’ on your couch, and I guess she’s got pills or something from Belgium, or…?” Rory barely said ‘couch’ and Lyla, Mia, and Conor had run past him out the door and down the stairs.
“Hello,” Silke said, waving to the three as Costa spun her back beneath him, it being his turn to be on top.
When the three returned, Lyla was saying, “Must be nice…”
Rory took Mia’s arm and let her show him which room belonged to Lyla’s sister.
It was certainly a teenage girl’s room. Mostly pink, but the walls were covered in band posters and a couple Disney Princess posters from “the old days,” as well. Apparently, Tori really liked Anna from Frozen as she looked more like her, and Lyla was light blond like Elsa, except the ages were wrong. Rory found photos taped up to the wall, some including his sister, Fiona, and their friends, and a couple from that beach trip they’d taken to Michigan.
Mia left the lights off, but closed the window shade. She turned on Tori’s pink-and-purple lava lamp, but it wouldn’t do anything until it warmed up, she knew. The bed was unmade, as Lyla had predicted, but the comforter looked very comfortable, covered in hearts in six colors of the rainbow. The white sheets were soft. The two of them could ignore that it was someone else’s bed and be quite happy there.
Rory waited until Mia slipped inside the covers, first, though. They pulled each other toward themselves and cuddled, Rory’s hard cock and Mia’s soft breasts holding the center.
“Hi,” said Mia.
“Hi,” said Rory.
“Finally alone.”
“It’s nice.”
“No Conor to make jokes, no Lyla to try to steal you from me.” Her hands roamed, as did his. They both found something to play with, as well as each other’s ass. It was warm under the covers. A good warm.
“I’ve been waiting to hold you like this,” he told her, making sure he had her eyes. “I mean, I know we’ve… held each other, making out… but…”
“Naked? About to fuck?” she joked.
“Well, sure, but,” he laughed but blushed, “I just mean… close. Nothing between us. No parents in the other room. Just you and me.”
“Yeah, you and me… and the Kraken!” She pulled on his cock.
“I don’t think I smell like the Krakengard, anymore,” he acknowledged.
“But the good way. Not as much as after your game, but it affects me.” She drew her nose along his shoulder, then snapped her teeth at his ear. “You are so sexy. I can’t wait to feel you inside me, again.”
“Mmm, baby. I can’t believe what’s happened today,” he moaned.
“Lost the V Card. Why were you so slow in getting to this point? I don’t mean…!” she backpedaled. “I mean, you do it when you’re ready. Of course. I know. I just mean, why haven’t you been more like a tiger with me? You had a couple girlfriends last year. You knew I wasn’t a virgin, right?”
“Actually, I didn’t know that until we’d been going out for a week,” he admitted. “I just haven’t tried to rip your clothes off. I didn’t want you to think I was a creep. And we haven’t had too many chances like this, so…”
“So, you took it easy.” She considered this and held him to her.
“It’s not like I’d heard anything about you and asked you out because of it, you know,” he said. “I really like you, Mia. I do.”
“You like me naked?”
“I love you naked.” He kissed her. “But I don’t want us to just be this, either. I know I don’t have a car, and won’t even get my license until after the winter, but I hope we can do something together every night. Something fun.”
“Homecoming is coming up. You haven’t asked me, yet,” she reminded him.
“I hope the answer is a given,” he pretend-worried. “I just have to come up with something creative, and public so you can post a picture.”
“And I meant that, before, about having people know we’re together. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“Other girls to know? or guys? Earlier, you said Upperclassmen,” he remembered.
She considered her answer. “A part of me… wants the jerks I dated to know I’m better off now that I found someone I like, instead of just a Junior with a car who chose me to go for a ride with him.” She took a breath. “I went out with guys last year because of cars and… ‘Oh, boy! I’m dating a Junior!’ and I was so stupid. That’s how I… well, you know.”
“Don’t show off, then, okay?” he asked of her. “Forget them. If that’s all those guys wanted… Just… be with me. They’ll all see us. Let’s have fun, like you said. For a long time.”
“You really like me that much, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do. That’s why I worried a little bit about us in there,” he motioned to Lyla’s room, “with the playing around with Lyla and Conor.”
“Don’t worry about that. Sex is fun. And you know we’re both fifteen; no one’s gonna get married here, or anything,” she said with a bite of reality. “I don’t know if it will, but if anything happens like this again, you’re not gonna lose me.”
The two launched into a make-out session that only raised the temperature under the covers, so those got pushed aside. His hand found her pussy. “I love your little bush, the landing strip.”
“You’ve never seen my bikini. Wish we’d started going out over the summer.”
“You know, each club gets to sign up for a splash party every year,” he told her as she pulled his cock closer to her, their hands smacking each other.
“We better sign up for Ski Club soon, then.” She shifted him over. “But I may be wet enough, now.”
He pulled his finger from inside her and tasted it. “I’ll say you are.” He shifted a little more and wound up between her legs.
“Do you really want to do a double-date with my sister and Scott?” he asked, finding her lips, again.
“Could be fun,” she smiled through their kiss. “Do you really want to fuck your sister, like Conor says?”
“Oh, you know it!” he laughed.
He ran his cock up her slit, and did it again, and did it again. “That feels nice, but if that’s all you want to do…” she warned.
He took ahold of his cock and played with the head at her entrance, dipping it in, a devilish smile on his face. “No, no, no,” she sang, but this time started closing her legs, squishing him up and out. “Come on… had to go to a lot of trouble to get that thing back from Silke. Put it on.”
Rory barely held back a sigh and pushed himself up, reaching over onto Tori’s nightstand for his foil packet. He’d had enough experience with these, first being brave enough to buy a box just-in-case in 8th Grade, going through one to try it on and make sure he figured them out — which way they roll on, and wound up letting Conor try on the next two. He kept one in his wallet, but the packet got torn and the rubber dried out. He and Conor used the other two on each other after it became clear they weren’t getting laid. The ones they bought were “ribbed for her pleasure,” but Conor liked how they felt, too.
Rory put his condom on quickly to get back to his girl. Even though this was now his third time — he really didn’t count his times with Conor — he was still a little nervous, but his desire made up for that. She opened her legs and let him settle back in. He addressed his cock back on her entrance.
He lay down upon her, his chest on her breasts. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he entered her. She drew in her breath sharply, taking some of his before she could pull her face away. For a brief moment, he worried that he’d hurt her, but her kissing him again put his fear to rest. He’d only gotten about half-way with the condom on, and had to pull back and push in twice more to get all the way inside her.
“Rory…”
“Mia… my… god, I want…” he tried while breathing around her mouth.
She moved her hands down to his ass and let him raise up on his elbows. He took the freedom to start a better pace of thrusting, following the patting on his butt. A slow all-the-way-in, a slow almost-all-the-way out.
The thrill inside him of what he was doing was still shocking his system, but he wasn’t as concerned about how quick he might be this time. After all, this would be his fourth cum of the day, he would have to work at it a little bit more to reach that point. But probably not too much more. Not with the beauty underneath him.
“Yeah, give it to me, baby…”
“It’s all yours.” Not a great comeback, but he tried. “I wish I didn’t have to use this thing. You felt amazing before.”
“I like your cock better bare, too, but I don’t want to get ‘fat.’”
“I know.”
Mia could feel some of the lube from the Conor-fuck still in place between Rory’s buns. Her left hand took a good hold of half of him, and her right sent a finger inside him as deep as she could get it.
Rory’s yelp surprised even Mia, and she was the one that caused it. “Did that hurt?”
“No, I just didn’t expect it!” he half-laughed. He started fucking, again, but didn’t drive as deep, letting his butt stay up, a bit.
“You like it?” She let her finger dip in and out.
“There’s a nice spot, but I don’t know if you can get it.”
“Rory, are you really bi?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’ve only been with Conor?” she inquired. “That really was hot to watch.”
“Only fucked Conor. There was this one other kid we played with. He’s in 8th, now, but that was just…”
“Middle school stuff?” She pulled her finger out and wiped the lube off on his butt cheek as she could.
“Yeah.”
She gave him a signal and started to roll. He figured out that she wanted to be on top. They made it happen without disturbing the bedding too much. She made sure the condom was secure and let herself slide down on his pole.
“Oh, yes… I do like your cock, Rory…”
He gladly fondled her breasts while she bounced on him. “You and Lyla?”
“You saw we know how to make each other feel good.” She fell forward to him and began rocking his cock faster and faster. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you, though.”
Rory took ahold of her waist and made sure she didn’t slow down.
“Could you do any others? Is there anyone you like?” she asked, getting breathless. “You said you thought Johnny Walker was cute, like I did…”
“I did say that, didn’t I?”
That wasn’t a denial, she knew.
“Come on, baby, all the way down on me. Let me feel those titties…”
She lay fully on him, and he took over the rhythm, holding her steady and began slamming her pussy from below — a move he had no idea about until that moment, but it made so much sense. It caught Mia by surprise and she began to cum. “Oh my… oh Rory… I’m cumming again… I’m cumming… I’m…” Her words turned into a squeal.
Still in control, Rory didn’t let up, and kept her body moving even while she shook and convulsed. She wasn’t gushing juices like she had before, though.
“Rory? Rory?” she half-pleaded. “I can’t br…”
He gave her a break and slowed, and she started breathing, again. She dug into the pillow and wrapped her arms around his neck, still twitching below. He held her, but still gave her slow strokes; he just couldn’t stop.
He rolled her over, taking over top position, again. He found a comfortable position on his knees and raising one of her legs, her left foot by his cheek. Seeing her little landing strip as he fucked her made him happy, like an arrow telling him ‘fuck me here.’
It felt like his condom was getting dry, or wasn’t as lubed as it used to be. And she might be a little sore — she wouldn’t let him lick her pussy after she fucked Lyla. Or she was drying up a little — did that happen to girls? Maybe it was because of the condom, or was it him? He needed to cum, though. This was their time.
Mia was coming back around. “That’s it, Rory… fuck me… Fuck me, Rory…”
“I love fuckin’ you…” He had to do something; the condom was starting to bunch.
What he should have done was pull out and find a bottle of lube in Lyla’s sister’s drawer — she was the one with all the toys, so there must be something like more lube in her room. She probably even had flavored lube, or the warming kind. Or maybe she even had a spare condom in her nightstand drawer. There were good options. He should have put some lube on his condom or even on Mia’s labia or both. Then they both could finish.
But he didn’t.
What he did do was pull out of Mia, tear the condom off completely, and work his cock back inside her pussy. Without the condom, his cock went in easily, and Mia’s pussy reacted.
Suddenly, it felt better. Fucking felt better. Everything felt better.
“Ohhh!” Mia moaned. “Rory, are you…?” It felt so different, he had to be, she knew. But she started rocking with his thrusts. “Oh, that feels so much better…” So much so, that she became steadily wetter, again.
Rory picked up the pace. “Oh, Mia, I had to. I had to. I have to fuck you…” The wetter she became, the faster he slammed into her.
“Oh, yes, Rory, fuck me… fuck me, Rory… yesyesyes…!” She wrapped her legs back around him, locking him in place.
She focused her eyes. Rory was smiling down on her. She wanted him to cum, finish it.
“Rory?”
“Huh?”
“Do you really want to fuck your sister?”
The question hit him unexpectedly. Hit him hard. He started slamming into Mia’s pussy.
“I so want to fuck my sister…”
“You want to fuck her blond pussy, huh?”
“Oh, god…!” Now he was captive. He could do nothing more than slam into her pussy. And he felt the end was near. That familiar tickle in his balls was happening. “Mia… Mia, I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum, Mia…” He knew this, but he couldn’t stop.
“Rory… oh, you feel… I’m… I’m… my god I’m cumming… I’m cum…!” Mia’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. It looked like she was screaming, but… and then, half-way through, with a new breath, the squeal came leaking out of her, rising in pitch and volume, as her legs shook and her body quivered. “Oh, fffffuck!”
“Mia, let me go…”
“Cum in me, Rory. It’s okay, I want to feel it again. Cum in me…”
He took his girl at her word. She’d given him permission, right? Part of his brain knew he shouldn’t, he knew it was just the passion talking, he knew it was only going to cause trouble, but the other part of his brain said, “Cumming feels so good!” and Rory shot inside his girl, again. As his fourth cum of the day, it was surely a smaller load than he’d shot in and on her before, and less than he’d shot at Conor’s belly, and even if what he’d shot into the condom inside Lyla was lesser, it felt huge. But whatever he was shooting inside his girlfriend now, it was just as potent. But he couldn’t stop himself.
Together, they collapsed, and slowly Mia relaxed and released Rory from her legs. He shifted and fell to her side, and they breathed regularly, again.
Their blood was racing, their skin was glowing, but their thoughts were all over the map.
* * *
Rory made his way back into Lyla’s bedroom while Mia went to the washroom. He slapped at what he thought was Conor’s foot snarled in Lyla’s sheets, but that made Costa pick his head up.
“What’s up, man?” Costa greeted Rory.
Rory had to, once again, figure this out. But with Lyla laying on her back with her arms wide and her breasts on full display, that was a little difficult. “I’ll… I’ll be right back.” He went out and then down the stairs.
Conor was with Silke, sitting on the couch, her head in his lap. She wasn’t sucking him, just relaxing while he stroked her platinum hair. “Hey, Ror. You’ll never believe what happened.”
“I can guess…”
“No, you’ll get it wrong. Lyla’s ‘Dare’ card said to blindfold her and put something in her hand to figure out what it was. And she knew I was gonna put my cock in her hand, so I had to do something different. So I snuck down and got Costa and put his cock in her hand. And then Lyla wanted to fuck Costa, and I came down here and fucked Silke — or Silky, now! And it was great! I didn’t have to use the condom with her, man! It was so fucking fantastic!”
Rory nodded. “Cool. We, uh… we’ve got Soccer practice. You gotta find your clothes.”
“Oh, yeah.” Conor excused himself from Silke’s head, and both boys went upstairs to get dressed.
Mia was there.
“Hey, Mia!” Conor greeted her. “You’ll never guess what happened!”
“I kind of figured it out,” she said, chucking him on the shoulder.
They picked out their clothing and got dressed.
“You gonna walk back with us, or hang out here, yet, with Lyla?” Rory asked her.
Mia just wrapped her arms around Rory. He held onto her as tightly.
“What do you think of ‘Chloe’? or ‘Quinn’?” she said to his ear.
“Maybe we’ll be lucky. How long until we find out?” he asked. He was shivering. Maybe the thermostat went back on auto.
“I’m due soon.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“We’ll see.” She picked her head up. She looked him over and went about fixing his collar, pulling his shirt straight, and fixing his hair.
“Hey,” he said, finding her eyes.
“What?” She was fairly composed. A soft look to her face, but no tears.
“We’re gonna be okay.”
“It was my fault, too.”
Rory considered that, but didn’t nod. Instead, he got down on one knee in front of her. “Mia, I have to ask your something. Will you go to Homecoming with me?” He got a smile out of her, at least.
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