As I walked into my first flow and sat down, I took a quick glimpse around the room. So many beautiful creatures to take in, but my regard fell on one in particular. Her gens was Sarah. Sarah was about 5 understructure nothin', with B cup boob and a mouth-watering ass. I had known her through the last year of middle school day and into my second-year year of high schoolhouse, and I knew her fairly well. She was intelligent, sort of girly—I would find out later, to my perverse glee, that she was a pageant girl—and witty enough to flirt with the best. As I glanced at her, she looked up, smiled, and gave me a wink. Not certain what it was, but there was definitely something that was irresistible about her. At that mo, 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 confidence, I 'm no stud, but I 'm not bad looking either. I 'm a hair over 6'4, fairly unspecific, with dirty blonde hair, greens eyes, and a 6 1/2 '' penis. Like I said, nothin'too exceptional, but a little advantageously than average, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I was confident not because of looks, but because I have always been prosperous around char, I 'm not what you would call the nervous character, and because of this, I have developed fairly expert science in the country of flirting. I have found that girls will slip over themselves for a witty guy. Thus, my confidence.

socio-economic class was somewhat uneventful, the instructor lectured while we took annotation, but my psyche was in another place. I could n't help but fantasize about the horrible matter I would do to her body, how hard I would hump her, how much she would scream in pleasance. I had to continually adjust my denim to accommodate for the growing erection hidden there. I would have this girlfriend, and soon.

As the doorbell rang, I stood and grabbed my poppycock, making sure as shooting to flow back enough to get the opportunity to mouth to her. As she walked up to me, she smiled.
'' Someone 's happy to see me '', I said.
'' Haha, maybe there was someone behind you I was looking at '', she said with a eye blink.
'' I 'm crushed '', I replied, `` So what are you doin'Saturday ? ``, I asked as we walked towards our next class.
'' I 'm gon na be officious '', she replied.
'' Oh yeah '', I said, `` busy with what ? ``
'' You 're gon na laugh '', she said with a blush.
'' Me ? Never ! ``, I countered with a grinning.
'' I have a pageant '', she said, not looking at me.
I barely stifled a hellish laugh.
'' A pageant, huh ? '' I said mischievously, `` Let me find out your pageantry voice ''.
'' No ! '' She exclaimed.
'' Haha, why not ? ``, I asked, `` I promise not to laugh ''.
'' Fine '', she relented, then in the girliest, most sugar-coated phonation 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 heard. The naturalness in that voice was almost maddeningly aphrodisiacal.
'' So if not Saturday '', I said, '' how about we hang out at my family Friday night, we can watch out some horror motion picture '', I suggested with a devilish grin.
'' I would love to '', she replied, with a devilish smiling of her own.

As she walked into her classroom, I continued toward my own, feeling like I was floating. Besides sex, there are very few feelings that can top asking a young lady out and it being a success. You feel like a king, having conquered all. It 's an over-the-top touch sensation.

The rest of the hebdomad flashed by, and before I knew it, the final exam Alexander Melville Bell had spoke. As I got in my car, I plugged in my iPod, changed it to my most feel-good call, 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 elongated holiday, leaving me to do as I wish.

As I entered the house, I set my stuff and nonsense down, and hopped in the shower. Sarah would be over at 7:00, leaving me plenty of time to set matter up. While in the exhibitioner, my thought process continually came back to where I wanted to take matter tonight. I imagined her begging for my cock, snatch overflowing for juices, craving my hawkshaw. I would eat her out, licking and sucking her outer back talk, before fucking her with my tongue and playacting with her clitoris. I would stimulate her cum harder than she ever has before, screaming my name as I pinched her nipples, sending her into a truly monolithic sexual climax. Then I would fuck her, hard and firm, with no clemency, I would twitch her over into doggy as I pounded her, pulling her hair's-breadth as i did. My dick was rock hard at these thoughts, but I did n't jack off, I would save all of my cum until tonight, when I would fill her stomach with my compact cream.

After I got out of the shower, I dried off, put on a overnice shirt and denim, gelled my hair, and put on some cologne. I then went into the kitchen, and assembled the necessary component. I decided I was going to make epicure pizza. I had about another hour before Sarah showed up, so I had plenty of fourth dimension. After the pizza was done, I took it out of the oven and set it on the comeback. Just as i was making some popcorn, the bell rang. I opened the door and my heart stopped. She looked fuckin'hot ! She was wearing a red flowy shirt that accentuated her curve ball, and my preferred matter of all, yoga drawers, perfectly complementing her already beautiful ass. She walked in and gave me a hug, then asked what smelled so safe.
'' That, my costly girl, is homemade pizza '' I replied with a tinge of pridefulness.
'' You made pizza ! ? ``, she asked, eye wide, '' that 's fuckin'awesome ! ``
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 dig and wish. I was distracted by how good she looked, I would n't be surprised if I stuttered a small, but she did n't appear to beware, I think she liked the attention.

After we finished the pizza, I turned off the lights, and searched Netflix for a cheesy repugnance moving picture. I settled on one, and we curled up on the put to learn.

The movie was a cheesy slasher motion picture, with surplus gore and a side of meat of ridiculous, but as each jump-scare occurred, she became seated more solidly in my lap. Throughout the picture, she began to wiggle that double-dyed ass of hers, looking back at me with a sly look on her expression. 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 lingua. 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 tits, caressing her teat and feeling the shape of her soft tits. I twisted her mammilla, eliciting a low moan into my mouth as she arched her back towards my hand. She was hot, and I knew without even reaching my hand in her step-in that she was sopping wet. I quickly discovered how mighty I was when I slipped my hand into her pants. As soon as I came within in of her fix she shuddered, I thought she might cum right then, all over my fingers. I moved my hand lower, And began to dally with her clit. She screamed into my mouth as an sexual climax hit her. I laughed silently to myself, this was gon na be fun. She began to caress my tool through my jeans, rubbing her hands over my hardness. I broke away from the kiss.
'' What do you need ? '' I asked, knowing full phase of the moon well what the answer would be.
'' Your shaft '', she replied, looking desperately horny.
I could see sizable wet pip forming in the crotch of her yoga pants.
'' What about my cock ? '' I said, teasing her.
'' I need it, now '', she replied, looking even more hot and bothered by the arcsecond.
I laughed. `` Unzip me '', I said.
She did, without indisposition. As my cock sprang free, I watched her involuntarily lick her lips, she wanted it, bad. I stood up so that she kneeled in front of me, my hard cock staring her straight in the face. `` Suck it '', I commanded.
She was completely submissive, I liked that. She took my tool into her mouth slowly, tenderly sucking on the head, then moving on to lick the shaft of light. Again, I laughed.
'' Not like that '', I said gleefully, `` like this. Open your sass. ``
She did, unquestioningly. I immediately shoved my cock down her throat, brutally fucking her face, reveling in the pleasure created by her hot mouth. I brutally fucked her grimace, becoming increasingly turned on by the tears streaming down her face. I let her total up for, and after one ready breathing space, she shoved my shaft back into her mouth, as deep as potential. She was loving it ! I continued to bonk her face, loving the sound of her gagging on my pecker. I then laid down on the couch, pulling down her yoga pants, and sitting her on my face, then pushing her straits down onto my putz. As we 69 'd, i began teasing around her beautiful pussy, licking the outer lips, straying ever closer to her hot hole and engorged clit, but never quite making contact, she was going crazy. After about ten minutes of this teasing, I slowly dragged my tongue from her golf hole to clit, taking special measures to ensure her clit received optimum amounts of attention. The moment my glossa made inter-group communication with her clitoris, she screamed into my tool, the vibration from this almost causing me to blow my load right then and there. Luckily, I was able to restrain myself from ending the fun early. I continued to eat her pussy, bringing her finisher and closer to an volatile orgasm. I then inserted two fingers into her, slowly rotating them, pushing them into her tight crack until the knuckle joint, then finding her G-spot, I began to play with it, while at the same meter sucking her clit, drawing the first rudiment with my natural language. The effect was immediate, she seized up, going completely still as I continued with my ministrations. With the force of a tital undulation, her kitty-cat gushed succus as she orgasmed into another plane of world. She screamed long and forte into my stopcock, it was too practically, I came intemperately than I though potential, filling her rima oris and throat with Imperial gallon of my emollient. Even in her euphoric state, she swallowed every last cliff. We both just lay there, her on top, too stunned to move. She was the first to convalesce, she slowly slid my dick out of her mouth, I was still rock hard, then, like a woman possessed, she positioned herself, and slammed her hot, dripping cunt onto my dick. She rode me like she was trying to enchant a train, harder and faster than I thought potential. She quickly rocketed into another sexual climax, and stopped riding, the pleasance to intense for her to mean. I used this opportunity to thumb her over onto her articulatio genus, and as I grabbed a handful of her hair, I began to mosh myself into her vaj, hallucinating with the pleasure, she was screaming in pleasure, and I was moaning with each jab, both of us knowing that we could not death long at this stride. As she continued into another earth-shattering coming, I held off for as hanker as I could. Finally, just as I was about to cum, I pulled out, flipped her around, and shoved my cock down her throat, pumping the large onus of my life down her throat, pulling out to blast my live spurt on her case.

As I lay there, completely and utterly drained, she began to scoop up all the cum on her face, and lick it off her digit. When she got it all, she sucked her fingers one last time, winked at me, and in that orgasmly innocent, sexy, unbelievably miss pageantry voice, she looked me utter in the eye, smiled and said `` Thank you ! ''