As I walked into my inaugural period and sat down, I took a quickly glance around the room. So many beautiful beast to remove in, but my gaze fell on one in particular. Her name was Sarah. Sarah was about 5 foot nothin', with B cup tit and a mouth-watering ass. I had known her through the last year of mediate school and into my second-year yr of high school, and I knew her fairly well. She was intelligent, rather girly—I would find out later, to my perverse glee, that she was a pageantry girl—and witty enough to romance with the proficient. As I glanced at her, she looked up, smiled, and gave me a wink. 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 titan load down her hungry pharynx, 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 macho-man, but I 'm not bad looking either. I 'm a hairsbreadth over 6'4, fairly full, with contaminating blond hair, leafy vegetable eye, and a 6 1/2 '' penis. Like I said, nothin'too peculiar, but a little better than average, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I was confident not because of feel, but because I have always been comfortable around women, I 'm not what you would address the spooky type, and because of this, I have developed fairly adept acquisition in the expanse of flirting. I have found that girls will trip over themselves for a witty guy. Thus, my authority.

course of study was somewhat uneventful, the teacher lectured while we took line, but my judgment was in another plaza. I could n't help but fantasize about the atrocious things I would do to her soundbox, how hard I would roll in the hay her, how a good deal she would scream in pleasure. I had to continually adjust my dungaree to accommodate for the growing erection hidden there. I would hold this girl, and soon.

As the bell rang, I stood and grabbed my clobber, making sure to hang back enough to get the chance to talk to her. As she walked up to me, she smiled.
'' individual 's glad to see me '', I said.
'' Haha, maybe there was someone behind you I was looking at '', she said with a winking.
'' I 'm crushed '', I replied, `` So what are you doin'Saturday ? ``, I asked as we walked towards our side by side class.
'' I 'm gon na be fussy '', she replied.
'' Oh yeah '', I said, `` interfering with what ? ``
'' You 're gon na laugh '', she said with a blush.
'' 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 listen your pageant voice ''.
'' No ! '' She exclaimed.
'' Haha, why not ? ``, I asked, `` I promise not to laugh ''.
'' Fine '', she relented, then in the girliest, most sugar-coated representative I have ever heard she said, '' Hi, I 'm Sarah Levi, and I 'm a pageant girl ''.
I was hard instantly, it was one of the most provocative things I 'd ever get word. The innocence in that voice was almost maddeningly aphrodisiacal.
'' So if not Saturday '', I said, '' how about we hang out at my star sign Friday night, we can watch some repulsion picture show '', I suggested with a mephistophelean grin.
'' I would bang to '', she replied, with a devilish smile 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 girl out and it being a achiever. You feel like a king, having conquered all. It 's an extraordinary touch sensation.

The remainder of the week flashed by, and before I knew it, the final examination ship's bell had spoke. As I got in my car, I plugged in my iPod, changed it to my most feel-good birdcall, and blasted that shit. I was pumped, nothin could work me down. As I pulled into my driveway, I once again rejoiced that my parents were taking an extended holiday, leaving me to do as I wish.

As I entered the home, I set my stuff down, and hopped in the shower. Sarah would be over at 7:00, leaving me plenty of time to set things up. While in the shower, my thinking continually came back to where I wanted to take things tonight. I imagined her begging for my prick, kitty-cat overflowing for juice, craving my dick. I would eat her out, licking and sucking her outer lip, before fucking her with my clapper and acting with her clit. I would make her cum harder than she ever has before, screaming my epithet as I pinched her teat, sending her into a truly monolithic orgasm. Then I would fuck her, hard and dissipated, with no mercy, I would flip her over into doggy as I pounded her, pulling her hair as i did. My dick was rock gruelling at these intellection, but I did n't jack off, I would make unnecessary all of my cum until tonight, when I would fill up her belly with my stocky cream.

After I got out of the exhibitor, I dried off, put on a nice shirt and denim, gelled my hair, and put on some eau de cologne. I then went into the kitchen, and assembled the essential ingredients. I decided I was going to build gourmet pizza. I had about another minute before Sarah showed up, so I had plenty of sentence. After the pizza was done, I took it out of the oven and set it on the parry. Just as i was making some popcorn, the buzzer rang. I opened the room access and my inwardness stopped. She looked fuckin'hot ! She was wearing a red flowy shirt that accentuated her curves, and my favored thing of all, yoga pants, perfectly complementing her already beautiful ass. She walked in and gave me a hug, then asked what smelled so good.
'' That, my dear fille, is homemade pizza '' I replied with a tinge of pridefulness.
'' You made pizza ! ? ``, she asked, eye panoptic, '' that 's fuckin'awful ! ``
I chuckled `` Yes ma'am '', I replied, '' just for you ''.
She smiled.
As we ate the pizza, we flirted back and Forth River with each early, trading thrust and wish. I was distracted by how good she looked, I would n't be storm if I stuttered a little, but she did n't seem to mind, I think she liked the attention.

After we finished the pizza, I turned off the sparkle, and searched Netflix for a cheesy repugnance movie. I settled on one, and we curled up on the lounge to watch out.

The movie was a cheesy slasher movie, with spare gore and a English of ridiculous, but as each jump-scare occurred, she became seated more solidly in my lap. Throughout the movie, she began to wiggle that perfect ass of hers, looking back at me with a sly look on her face. I leaned forward and grabbed her, I then leaned towards her and kissed her. As the osculation became hotter, she opened her mouth, creating a space that was quickly filled by my knife. 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 nipples and feeling the flesh of her piano tits. I twisted her mammilla, eliciting a low moan into my mouth as she arched her back towards my hired hand. She was hot, and I knew without even reaching my hand in her panties that she was sopping wet. I quickly discovered how correctly I was when I slipped my hired man into her pants. As soon as I came within inches of her cakehole she shuddered, I thought she might cum the right way then, all over my fingers. I moved my hand 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 caress my dick through my denim, rubbing her hands over my insensibility. I broke away from the kiss.
'' What do you want ? '' I asked, knowing replete well what the answer would be.
'' Your cock '', she replied, looking desperately horny.
I could see sizable wet patch forming in the crotch of her yoga pants.
'' What about my tool ? '' I said, teasing her.
'' I need it, now '', she replied, looking even more hot and bothered by the irregular.
I laughed. `` Unzip me '', I said.
She did, without reluctance. As my cock sprang spare, I watched her involuntarily lick her brim, she wanted it, bad. I stood up so that she kneeled in figurehead of me, my punishing tool staring her heterosexual in the font. `` Suck it '', I commanded.
She was completely subservient, I liked that. She took my rooster into her mouth slowly, tenderly sucking on the head, then moving on to lick the dick. Again, I laughed.
'' Not like that '', I said gleefully, `` like this. spread your mouthpiece. ``
She did, unquestioningly. I immediately shoved my hammer down her throat, brutally fucking her nerve, reveling in the pleasance created by her hot backtalk. I brutally fucked her face, becoming increasingly turned on by the snag streaming down her face. I let her come up for, and after one spry breath, she shoved my cock back into her backtalk, as mystifying as possible. She was loving it ! I continued to fuck her face, loving the auditory sensation of her gagging on my rooster. I then laid down on the couch, pulling down her yoga gasp, and sitting her on my face, then pushing her forefront down onto my tool. 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 lens, she was going crazy. After about ten arcminute of this teasing, I slowly dragged my tongue from her hole to clit, taking peculiar measures to insure her clit received optimal amounts of attention. The moment my clapper made contact with her clitoris, she screamed into my dick, 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 closer and finisher to an explosive climax. I then inserted two fingers into her, slowly rotating them, pushing them into her tight crevice until the knuckle, then finding her G-spot, I began to work with it, while at the same meter sucking her clit, drawing the alphabet with my tongue. The effect was contiguous, she seized up, going completely still as I continued with my succour. With the military unit of a tital wave, her pussy gushed juices as she orgasmed into another plane of existence. She screamed tenacious and loud into my cock, it was too much, I came harder than I though possible, filling her mouth and pharynx with gallons of my cream. Even in her euphoric country, she swallowed every finally drop-off. We both just lay there, her on top, too stunned to move. She was the start to recover, she slowly slid my dick out of her mouthpiece, I was still rock hard, then, like a char possessed, she positioned herself, and slammed her hot, dripping cunt onto my cock. She rode me like she was trying to overhear a train, harder and firm than I thought possible. She quickly rocketed into another orgasm, and stopped riding, the pleasure to intense for her to think. I used this opportunity to flip her over onto her knees, and as I grabbed a fistful of her hair, I began to flap down myself into her vaj, delirious with the pleasance, she was screaming in pleasure, and I was moaning with each thrust, both of us knowing that we could not go long at this pace. As she continued into another earth-shattering orgasm, I held off for as long 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 largest shipment of my lifespan down her pharynx, pulling out to shoot my finally spurts on her face.

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