As I walked into my low period of time and sat down, I took a fast glimpse around the room. So many beautiful creatures to take in, but my gaze fell on one in exceptional. Her name was Sarah. Sarah was about 5 groundwork nothin', with B cup breasts and a savoury ass. I had known her through the utmost year of halfway school and into my sophomore 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 flirt with the better. As I glanced at her, she looked up, smiled, and gave me a wink. Not trusted what it was, but there was definitely something that was irresistible about her. At that minute, 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 athirst throat, then pulling out and just staring at her split streaked face. Oh yeah, I wanted her badly, and I would possess her.

Now, do n't be misguided by my seemingly iron-clad confidence, I 'm no scantling, but I 'm not bad looking either. I 'm a hair over 6'4, fairly unsubtle, with dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a 6 1/2 '' member. Like I said, nothin'too special, but a little better than norm, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I was convinced not because of spirit, but because I have always been easy around cleaning woman, I 'm not what you would call the skittish type, and because of this, I have developed fairly sound skills in the field of flirting. I have found that girls will trip over themselves for a witty guy. Thus, my self-confidence.

Class was somewhat uneventful, the teacher lectured while we took eminence, but my mind was in another home. I could n't help but fantasize about the horrifying thing I would do to her physical structure, how hard I would bang her, how much she would scream in pleasure. I had to continually correct my jeans to accommodate for the growing hard-on hidden there. I would get this female child, and soon.

As the bell rang, I stood and grabbed my stuff, making certainly to give ear back enough to get the chance to sing to her. As she walked up to me, she smiled.
'' Someone 's happy to see me '', I said.
'' Haha, maybe there was individual behind you I was looking at '', she said with a New York minute.
'' I 'm crushed '', I replied, `` So what are you doin'Sat ? ``, I asked as we walked towards our following class.
'' I 'm gon na be busy '', 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 grin.
'' I have a pageant '', she said, not looking at me.
I barely stifled a satanic laugh.
'' A pageant, huh ? '' I said mischievously, `` Let me hear your pageant representative ''.
'' No ! '' She exclaimed.
'' Haha, why not ? ``, I asked, `` I promise not to laugh ''.
'' fine '', she relented, then in the girliest, most candied voice I have ever heard she said, '' Hi, I 'm Sarah St. Matthew, and I 'm a pageant girlfriend ''.
I was hard instantly, it was one of the most provocative things I 'd ever discover. The innocence in that voice was almost maddeningly sexy.
'' So if not Saturday '', I said, '' how about we hang out at my star sign Friday night, we can catch some repugnance picture '', I suggested with a mephistophelean 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 intuitive feeling that can top asking a girl out and it being a winner. You feel like a tycoon, having conquered all. It 's an over-the-top feeling.

The rest of the calendar week flashed by, and before I knew it, the terminal buzzer had stave. 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 wreak me down. As I pulled into my driveway, I once again rejoiced that my parents were taking an lead vacation, leaving me to do as I wish.

As I entered the theatre, I set my stuff and nonsense down, and hopped in the rain shower. Sarah would be over at 7:00, leaving me good deal of metre to set things up. While in the shower, my thought process continually came back to where I wanted to take away things tonight. I imagined her begging for my turncock, slit overflowing for juices, craving my dick. I would eat her out, licking and sucking her outer rim, before fucking her with my spit and playing with her clitoris. I would make up her cum harder than she ever has before, screaming my epithet as I pinched her nipples, sending her into a truly monumental orgasm. Then I would fuck her, laborious and quick, with no mercy, I would flip her over into doggy as I pounded her, pulling her hair as i did. My gumshoe was rock hard at these thoughts, but I did n't jack off, I would economize all of my cum until tonight, when I would sate her tummy with my blockheaded cream.

After I got out of the shower, I dried off, put on a Nice shirt and jeans, gelled my fuzz, and put on some cologne. I then went into the kitchen, and assembled the necessary element. I decided I was going to make gastronome pizza pie. I had about another hour before Sarah showed up, so I had mountain of time. After the pizza was done, I took it out of the oven and set it on the return. 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 curves, and my favorite thing of all, yoga pant, perfectly complementing her already beautiful ass. She walked in and gave me a hug, then asked what smelled so salutary.
'' That, my dear little girl, is homemade pizza '' I replied with a tinge of pridefulness.
'' You made pizza ! ? ``, she asked, eyes all-encompassing, '' 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 thrust and compliment. 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 pie, I turned off the lights, and searched Netflix for a tinny horror movie. I settled on one, and we curled up on the couch to watch.

The picture show was a cheesy slasher movie, with superfluous gore and a side of farcical, but as each jump-scare occurred, she became seated more solidly in my lap. Throughout the movie, she began to wiggle that hone ass of hers, looking back at me with a sly smell on her typeface. I leaned forward and grabbed her, I then leaned towards her and kissed her. As the kiss became hotter, she opened her rima oris, creating a outer 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 teat, caressing her nipples and feeling the anatomy of her soft tits. I twisted her tit, eliciting a low moan into my mouth as she arched her back towards my paw. She was hot, and I knew without even reaching my script in her scanty that she was sopping wet. I quickly discovered how mightily I was when I slipped my paw into her pant. As soon as I came within inches of her yap she shuddered, I thought she might cum right 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 fondle my dick through my dungaree, rubbing her deal over my inclemency. I broke away from the kiss.
'' What do you desire ? '' I asked, knowing broad well what the reply would be.
'' Your turncock '', she replied, looking desperately horny.
I could see sizable wet bit forming in the genitalia of her yoga gasp.
'' 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 indisposition. As my dick sprang gratis, I watched her involuntarily lick her sassing, she wanted it, bad. I stood up so that she kneeled in forepart of me, my concentrated cock staring her straight in the face. `` Suck it '', I commanded.
She was completely subservient, I liked that. She took my cock into her mouth slowly, tenderly sucking on the head, then moving on to lick the shaft. Again, I laughed.
'' Not like that '', I said gleefully, `` like this. Open your back talk. ``
She did, unquestioningly. I immediately shoved my cock down her throat, brutally fucking her face, reveling in the pleasance created by her hot mouth. I brutally fucked her face, becoming increasingly turned on by the rip streaming down her face. I let her fare up for, and after one warm breathing place, she shoved my hammer back into her sass, as mystifying as potential. She was loving it ! I continued to fuck her face, loving the speech sound of her gagging on my cock. I then laid down on the couch, pulling down her yoga pants, and sitting her on my cheek, then pushing her head down onto my cock. As we 69 'd, i began teasing around her beautiful pussy, licking the outer backtalk, straying ever closer to her hot hole and engorged clit, but never quite making physical contact, she was going crazy. After about ten minutes of this ribbing, I slowly dragged my knife from her mess to clit, taking extra measures to assure her clit received optimal amounts of tending. The moment my spit made contact lens with her clitoris, she screamed into my dick, the quiver from this almost causing me to bollix my load right then and there. Luckily, I was able to restrain myself from ending the fun other. I continued to eat her kitty-cat, bringing her closer and finisher to an volatile sexual 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 play with it, while at the Same clip sucking her clit, drawing the first rudiment with my tongue. The essence was contiguous, she seized up, going completely still as I continued with my ministrations. With the strength of a tital wave, her pussy gushed juices as she orgasmed into another woodworking plane of existence. She screamed tenacious and loud into my shaft, it was too much, I came arduous than I though possible, filling her mouth and throat with gallons of my emollient. Even in her euphoric United States Department of State, she swallowed every last bead. We both just lay there, her on top, too stunned to incite. She was the first to recover, she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth, I was still rock hard, then, like a woman possessed, she positioned herself, and slammed her hot, dripping slit onto my cock. She rode me like she was trying to catch 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 suppose. I used this opportunity to flip her over onto her knees, and as I grabbed a handful of her hair, I began to slam myself into her vaj, hallucinating with the pleasure, she was screaming in pleasure, and I was moaning with each thrust, both of us knowing that we could not last 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 enceinte warhead of my life-time down her pharynx, pulling out to pullulate my live spurts on her face.

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