As I walked into my first base full point and sat down, I took a quick glance around the room. So many beautiful creatures to take in, but my regard fell on one in picky. Her figure was Sarah. Sarah was about 5 groundwork nothin', with B cup breast and a savory ass. I had known her through the last year of middle school and into my soph year of in high spirits school, and I knew her fairly well. She was intelligent, kinda girly—I would find out later, to my perverse mirthfulness, that she was a pageant girl—and witty enough to philander with the skillful. As I glanced at her, she looked up, smiled, and gave me a instant. Not sure what it was, but there was definitely something that was irresistible about her. At that moment, I imagined myself destroying her, bending her over and pounding her until she screamed, and then fucking her face mercilessly until I spewed my giant load down her hungry throat, then pulling out and just staring at her tear streaked face. Oh yeah, I wanted her badly, and I would have her.

Now, do n't be misguided by my seemingly iron-clad sureness, I 'm no studhorse, but I 'm not bad looking either. I 'm a whisker over 6'4, fairly broad, with grime blonde pilus, green eyes, and a 6 1/2 '' penis. Like I said, nothin'too special, but a little safe than average, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I was sure-footed not because of looks, but because I have always been comfortable around woman, I 'm not what you would call the queasy type, and because of this, I have developed fairly full skills in the country of flirting. I have found that girls will trip over themselves for a witty guy. Thus, my confidence.

social class was somewhat uneventful, the teacher lectured while we took notation, but my mind was in another lieu. I could n't help but fantasise about the horrible affair I would do to her body, how knockout I would get laid her, how much she would cry in pleasure. I had to continually adjust my denim to accommodate for the growing hard-on hidden there. I would take this young woman, and soon.

As the chime rang, I stood and grabbed my hooey, making trusted to hang up back enough to get the opportunity to talk to her. As she walked up to me, she smiled.
'' Someone 's happy to see me '', I said.
'' Haha, maybe there was soul behind you I was looking at '', she said with a instant.
'' I 'm oppress '', I replied, `` So what are you doin'Saturday ? ``, I asked as we walked towards our next class.
'' I 'm gon na be busy '', she replied.
'' Oh yeah '', I said, `` busy with what ? ``
'' You 're gon na gag '', she said with a rosiness.
'' Me ? Never ! ``, I countered with a grin.
'' I have a pageant '', she said, not looking at me.
I barely stifled a hellish laugh.
'' A pageant, huh ? '' I said mischievously, `` Let me take heed your pageant voice ''.
'' No ! '' She exclaimed.
'' Haha, why not ? ``, I asked, `` I promise not to laugh ''.
'' Fine '', she relented, then in the girliest, most candied vocalism I have ever heard she said, '' Hi, I 'm Sarah Matthews, and I 'm a pageant girl ''.
I was hard instantly, it was one of the most provocative things I 'd ever get a line. The innocence in that vocalisation was almost maddeningly sexy.
'' So if not Saturday '', I said, '' how about we hang out at my house Friday night, we can check some horror pic '', I suggested with a devilish grin.
'' I would love to '', she replied, with a mephistophelean grin of her own.

As she walked into her schoolroom, I continued toward my own, feeling like I was floating. Besides sex, there are very few look that can top asking a girl out and it being a success. You feel like a king, having conquered all. It 's an extraordinary feeling.

The rest period of the hebdomad flashed by, and before I knew it, the final examination Alexander Graham Bell had rung. As I got in my car, I plugged in my iPod, changed it to my most feel-good song, and blasted that shit. I was pumped, nothin could bring me down. As I pulled into my driveway, I once again rejoiced that my parents were taking an prolonged holiday, leaving me to do as I wish.

As I entered the house, I set my stuff down, and hopped in the shower. Sarah would be over at 7:00, leaving me mountain of time to set matter up. While in the shower, my idea continually came back to where I wanted to take matter tonight. I imagined her begging for my hammer, slit overflowing for juices, craving my dick. I would eat her out, licking and sucking her outer rim, before fucking her with my tongue and playacting with her button. I would make her cum harder than she ever has before, screaming my public figure as I pinched her nipples, sending her into a truly massive orgasm. Then I would bed her, hard and fast, with no mercy, I would flip her over into bow-wow as I pounded her, pulling her hairsbreadth as i did. My dick was rock grueling at these idea, but I did n't jack off, I would save all of my cum until tonight, when I would fill her stomach with my chummy pick.

After I got out of the cascade, I dried off, put on a nice shirt and blue jean, gelled my hair, and put on some cologne. I then went into the kitchen, and assembled the requisite element. I decided I was going to take a leak gourmet pizza pie. I had about another hour before Sarah showed up, so I had plenty of time. After the pizza was done, I took it out of the oven and set it on the counter. Just as i was making some Zea mays everta, the buzzer rang. I opened the doorway and my middle stopped. She looked fuckin'hot ! She was wearing a red flowy shirt that accentuated her bend, and my favorite thing of all, yoga gasp, perfectly complementing her already beautiful ass. She walked in and gave me a hug, then asked what smelled so good.
'' That, my affectionately girl, is homemade pizza '' I replied with a tinge of pride.
'' You made pizza ! ? ``, she asked, eyes wide, '' that 's fuckin'awe-inspiring ! ``
I chuckled `` Yes ma'am '', I replied, '' just for you ''.
She smiled.
As we ate the pizza, we flirted back and forth with each other, trading jab and compliments. I was distracted by how good she looked, I would n't be surprised if I stuttered a fiddling, but she did n't seem to mind, I think she liked the attention.

After we finished the pizza, I turned off the ignitor, and searched Netflix for a cheesy horror movie. I settled on one, and we curled up on the cast to watch.

The picture was a cheesy slasher picture show, with extra Al Gore and a side of idiotic, but as each jump-scare occurred, she became seated more solidly in my lap. Throughout the movie, she began to jiggle that staring ass of hers, looking back at me with a sly flavor on her face. I leaned forward and grabbed her, I then leaned towards her and kissed her. As the kiss became hotter, she opened her mouth, creating a space that was quickly filled by my tongue. I reached up her shirt to discover—to my arousal, and surprise—that she was n't wearing a bra. I began to fondle her knocker, caressing her nipples and feeling the shape of her delicate breast. I twisted her nipple, eliciting a low moan into my sass as she arched her back towards my hand. She was hot, and I knew without even reaching my paw in her panties that she was sopping wet. I quickly discovered how right I was when I slipped my bridge player into her pants. As soon as I came within inches of her hole she shuddered, I thought she might cum proper then, all over my fingers. I moved my handwriting lower, And began to play with her clit. She screamed into my mouth as an orgasm hit her. I laughed silently to myself, this was gon na be fun. She began to fondle my putz through my jeans, rubbing her hands over my hardness. I broke away from the kiss.
'' What do you want ? '' I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
'' Your cock '', she replied, looking desperately horny.
I could see sizeable wet spot forming in the crotch of her yoga bloomers.
'' What about my cock ? '' I said, teasing her.
'' I need it, now '', she replied, looking even more hot and bothered by the second.
I laughed. `` Unzip me '', I said.
She did, without waver. As my cock sprang free, I watched her involuntarily lick her lip, she wanted it, bad. I stood up so that she kneeled in front of me, my operose tool staring her straight in the side. `` Suck it '', I commanded.
She was completely instrumental, I liked that. She took my shaft into her mouth slowly, tenderly sucking on the head, then moving on to lap the shaft. Again, I laughed.
'' Not like that '', I said gleefully, `` like this. unfold your oral cavity. ``
She did, unquestioningly. I immediately shoved my putz down her pharynx, brutally fucking her face, reveling in the pleasure created by her hot mouth. I brutally fucked her face, becoming increasingly turned on by the crying streaming down her face. I let her follow up for, and after one quick breath, she shoved my cock back into her mouth, as oceanic abyss as possible. She was loving it ! I continued to fuck her face, loving the sound of her gagging on my cock. I then laid down on the couch, pulling down her yoga pants, and sitting her on my face, then pushing her mind down onto my prick. As we 69 'd, i began teasing around her beautiful pussy, licking the outer lip, straying ever closer to her hot cakehole and engorged clit, but never quite making impinging, she was going crazy. After about ten second of this teasing, I slowly dragged my tongue from her yap to clit, taking especial mensuration to ensure her clit received optimal quantity of aid. The moment my tongue made middleman with her clitoris, she screamed into my dick, the vibration from this almost causing me to blow my burden right then and there. Luckily, I was able-bodied to restrain myself from ending the fun early. I continued to eat her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. I then inserted two fingers into her, slowly rotating them, pushing them into her miserly crevice until the knuckle, then finding her G-spot, I began to play with it, while at the same time sucking her clit, drawing the ABC's with my tongue. The effect was immediate, she seized up, going completely still as I continued with my ministrations. With the military group of a tital wave, her pussy gushed juices as she orgasmed into another planing machine of existence. She screamed long and loudly into my cock, it was too much, I came harder than I though potential, filling her mouthpiece and pharynx with gallons of my cream. Even in her euphoric DoS, she swallowed every stopping point drop. We both just lay there, her on top, too stunned to affect. She was the for the first time to recover, she slowly slid my dick out of her oral fissure, I was still rock-and-roll hard, then, like a woman possessed, she positioned herself, and slammed her hot, dripping twat onto my cock. She rode me like she was trying to watch a railroad train, harder and degenerate than I thought possible. She quickly rocketed into another coming, and stopped riding, the delight to intense for her to think. I used this opportunity to flip out her over onto her knee joint, and as I grabbed a smattering of her hair, I began to thrash myself into her vaj, delirious with the delight, she was screaming in pleasure, and I was moaning with each stab, both of us knowing that we could not in conclusion long at this pace. As she continued into another earth-shattering orgasm, I held off for as foresighted as I could. Finally, just as I was about to cum, I pulled out, flipped her around, and shoved my stopcock down her throat, pumping the enceinte lading of my life down her throat, pulling out to shoot my last spurts on her face.

As I lay there, completely and utterly drained, she began to scoop up all the cum on her face, and lick it off her finger's breadth. When she got it all, she sucked her fingers one last clock time, winked at me, and in that orgasmly innocent, sexy, unbelievably young lady pageant articulation, she looked me utterly in the eye, smiled and said `` Thank you ! ''