Michael arrived home at seven o clock, having left blush wine's house at six fifteen. The dusk around him was cool on his hide as he opened the door to his house and entered. His parents were both sitting at the dinner table, his Fatherhood peering at the city paper through a pair of indication glasses, sipping a glass of wine and picking at a dinner of leftover meatloaf. His female parent sat leaning precariously back in her chair, sipping on a much bigger glass of wine than her spouse and eating a diet meal. She read a book on funds and realtors, though somehow Michael supposed that she was reading it simply to record something. He slouched, assuming his defeated ‘ high-schooler'position. He moved as quickly as he could, but just as his foot hit the stairs his Church Father, the lonesome somebody in the house who cared anything for his existence, stopped him.
"How was school day today Michael ? Did you have detention again ?"His mother looked up from her book and smiled at him before returning to her ‘ reading ’. He stepped off the step, desperately thinking of how close he was to being safe in his room. He moved slowly over to the table and sat down adjacent to his father.
"No, I was at a friend's house. We had a project."He thought of the ‘ task'that he and Rose had actually worked on, and instantly a hard-on began to mould in his pant. Luckily he was back in his tight drawers, so there was no quick threat of anyone noticing. His father nodded and smiled at him while his female parent made something of a snort.
"sound good. You should work on something over here one Nox, I'm sure we could all use the company. You know that your Quaker are receive here ?"His father meant it. Michael could assure he genuinely meant it. That made Michael smile. He would never actually bring pink wine to this hellhole but the sentiment was well received.
"Yeah Dad, I know. Thanks. Maybe soon, we've got a lot of stuff coming up."He shouldered his haversack and stood."I've got some reading material to do for English, I'm gon na go up to my way. G'night Dad."His forefather reached out an arm and patted Michael on the arm. Michael just smiled a rueful smile that no one saw. He walked up to his room, counting the steps and moving as quietly as possible. Suddenly Dana ran from the bathroom to her room and slammed the door screaming,
"MOOOM ! Michael just walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower ! You little convolute !"Michael just sighed and went towards his room, knowing that was the only condom piazza in the world for him. He locked the door from the interior and got on his data processor, drowning out the sound of his mother knocking furiously on the doorway with a shuffled iPod. The night passed with almost no incident besides.


Michael was at schooling at seven o'clock, early as usual. If he avoided the ruckus of breakfast things were much leisurely on him and on the full household. He sat on the edge of one the flush gardens, eating an orchard apple tree and reflecting on the day before. Just thinking about the jam in the wall of the john and his hour with rose was enough to start the tent in his jeans. He smiled, a uncommon sight to be seen by the school day. He finished his apple and made a shot over his head towards the trashcan at the chess opening of the gym, hearing the bouncing of the core telling him that he had made it. He swung his legs up onto the wide-eyed concrete barrier between the garden and the walkway. As he shut his eyes he thought of the peephole, and what wonders it could bring to him. blush wine was the only girl who knew it existed… or so Michael had hoped. Suddenly a paw landed on his crotch and started to palpate up his flaccid phallus, something that caused him to set off up and snaffle the hand. He looked straight into the optic of Rose, the lovely freshman he was now, he thought, in a relationship with. She sat on his lap and encircled his neck with one arm, pulling him to her lips and kissing him gently. He reciprocated happily.
Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her back down on top of him so that they were laying together on the bound, her head on his shoulder and his helping hand around her waist.
"I thought we agreed not to act differently around schooling ?"Michael looked at her with feeling, though what it was he wasn't sure.
"They never get here early unless it's for athletics… and we never finished our academic term yesterday."She looked up at him as he attempted to cypher out what she meant, before rolling so that her entire dead body was on top of him and her head was just above his. After he couldn't chassis it out she leaned down and kissed him, faint and more gently than before, and whispered in his ear,
"I'm still a virgin…"Michael wrapped his munition around her waist, checking to make certainly that no one was around before dropping his hand to her ass and squeezing one cheek through her short shorts. He grinned and kissed her as normally as any high school couple would, before breaking off and getting up. He reached out a hand to her and pulled her to him, hugging her grueling as her hand dropped down to trace the abstract of his cock on his underdrawers. Suddenly she pushed him off of her and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the school. They ran through the mansion house towards the public convenience. He pulled her into the guy's bathroom, making his way to the last sales booth. Once they were in and the room access was locked, the two were unclothe and desperately clutching at the early. Michael picked pink wine up and pressed her against the wall, kissing her hard and playing with her puss lip as she clawed at his back. Finally she pushed him away and sat him down on the toilet, positioning herself over his cock and slowly lowering herself. He grabbed her headspring and kissed her hard as his turncock poked into her vagina, the purple head desperate to be inside of her.
She gasped and cried out as she began to spear herself on his cock, the nine and half inch of man piercing her and splitting her in half. Michael was middle inside of her when he remembered the hymen.
"Fuccccckkkk… rosebush, your virginal membrane !"She grunted as she continued to drive herself down further and further.
"I… I broke it… doing gymnastics… one competition… I'm fine… ugh !"Michael felt his hips bear upon her thighs as he finished, realizing that he could finger her cervix uteri with his tip. He grunted and pushed up against her, pushing the head of his pecker up against her cervix. She moaned and hugged him to her, the feeling for both of them a 1000 multiplication keen than the experience of unwritten. Rose began to spring on his tool as Michael playing with her mammilla, wanting her to go her own f number. She hadn't gone far when she began to cum.
"AAAAH… Fuck YES, fuck my miserly little cunt… ohhhh, ass Yes"She dropped back down onto him and stayed as her cunt convulsed on his thick cock. Knowing that they didn't have time to neutralize Michael grabbed her and began to move her up and down on his dick. After she was done she put her hired hand on his berm and let him have her, moaning as loud as she dared. She didn't have to wait long before he came and filled her with his seed.
"Oh… FUCK… ROSE !"At his muffled yell she kissed him, feeling his munition hug her hard against him as he filled her. She began to cum as she felt it happen, screaming herself as he dumped a massive loading into her virgin cervix. Michael left rose passed out, dressed, on the toilet and went to division. He somehow felt that today would be a very dissimilar day .