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Fun with Nerdy Girls 22
🕑 Added 2021-12-18 07:20:22 +0000 UTCThere was a beautiful sense of domination coming from playing with a beautiful brunette girl with a tight body, especially when the said girl was not free to moan as she wished.
And Sarah was certainly not as free as she wished to moan as my fingers climbed upward her beautiful once again, this time even more threatening, considering their last task had been pulling down her panties, divesting her the only piece of protection that stood between her core and my naked touch, however insufficient would her soft lace panties would have been.
Her gaze bounced between me and Carrie, panic clear on her face. But that panic didn’t target me, at least not in the form of a request asking me to stop. I knew that, because even as she looked to her friend in a panic, her legs widened, allowing me better access.
I was tempted to push her down, especially since nothing prevented me from doing so. We still had several minutes before the food was properly cooked, giving us just enough time to have quick, explosive morning sex.
Pity I had to act like I was trying to hide from Carrie.
And, admittedly, watching Sarah’s attempts to give an aura of calmness — and fail it spectacularly. She was lucky she had a good friend, willing to act stupid deliberately to ignore her mistakes.
“Oh, where’s Chad?” Carrie suddenly asked, making Sarah yelp in shock. “Did you hit your foot again?” Carrie asked with a chuckle.
“Y-yes,” Sarah stammered. Answering had been more difficult than she had been expecting, because my fingers, in a complete coincidence, chose that moment to rush upward, caressing her wetness.
“Maybe another invisible coffee table?” Carrie asked mockingly, but Sarah ignored her joke directly, too focused on my treatment. “So, where’s Chad?”
“I’m down here, cleaning a wet spot,” I said with a chuckle even as I pushed my head under Sarah’s skirt, and used my tongue to caress her wetness. Since Sarah clearly was not in a mood to answer, I helped like the nice guy I was.
“Oh, make sure to clean completely. We don’t want a dangerously slippery situation,” Carrie answered, not bothering to hide her chuckle — or maybe trying and failing. Understandable. Sharing innuendos while her best friend was being pleasured behind the kitchen counter was a humorous situation.
In a very hot way.
I considered pulling back to make another joke, but the delicious taste that filled my mouth as my tongue danced around Sarah’s softness was enough to decide otherwise.
My fingers didn’t stay away, of course. They stayed on her thighs, caressing softly to make her feel pleasure even more, enjoying the softness of her toned legs in the process.
She shivered helplessly, a muffled moan occasionally escaping her mouth, helping me to imagine her desperately biting her lips. Carrie had mercy on her friends, and didn’t ask any more questions about the suspicious sounds she was making.
But delicious as her taste was, staying under her skirt to lick her was wasting the potential of the moment. It was why I stood up suddenly and leaned against her ass after pulling her skirt up. The fate of my towel made that move even more erotic than it had any right to be. “Oh, Carrie, do you want any cereal for the breakfast,” I asked even as I leaned against Sarah, my shaft lodged into Sarah’s tight ass.
“Let’s have it on the table just in case,” she answered. “Maybe I’ll crave it.”
Sarah didn’t say anything, too occupied by the way my shaft rubbed against her ass as I moved. Instead, she looked at me, and sent me a glare filled with arousal, though her crossed eyebrows implied that she might have intended that as a warning, before her body managed to hijack the message her mind was trying to send.
Her hips, rocking against my movement to maximize the impact, hardly helped her to give a clear message.
My hands landing on her waist, slipping under her blouse, hardly helped her to maintain control. As I continued to grind against her naked ass, I caressed her belly gently, before moving upward high enough to caress the underside of her bra.
“Chad,” she whispered in panic as she grabbed my wrists and pushed them down, afraid because my hands were too high. Enough to be seen by Carrie if she ever glanced to our way.
“Well, if you’re unhappy about it, why don’t you go down and pay me back for my services?” I offered her. I was ready to grab her shoulders and push her down to leave no doubt about what I was talking about, but that proved unnecessary, when she fell on her knees and turned to me, her lips already parted.
Someone was more enthusiastic for a taste than I had assumed.
As her lips wrapped around my girth, Carrie turned toward me, her enthusiasm about Sarah’s disappearance clear. “Oh, now Sarah is gone.”
“She’s down here, handling a problem she created,” I answered, which made Sarah quicken her service even more, before taking a break to let out a small chuckle, assuming Carrie was the target of my little innuendo, unaware she was the target.
I might have used the opportunity to tease Sarah a bit more, but Carrie chose that moment to join the game in a more direct manner. She sat on the dining table, her bathrobe wide open, giving me an excellent view of her naked body.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen Carrie naked, of course. But the fact that Sarah was on her knees, locked between my body and the kitchen counter, her beautiful lips engulfing my shaft with a warmth that continuously crept upward as she pushed her limits while Carrie provided that show…
Spectacular.
After last night, I was aware that Carrie’s absurd shyness had been long conquered, but even with that. But watching her fingers slip inside her while her other hand was busy caressing and mauling her spectacular breasts delivered the idea with no room to mistake.
Oh, she still blushed, her gaze wide with adrenaline, clearly fearing a sudden reaction from Sarah, but she didn’t stop that from enjoying the moment, or displaying her curvy body to my gaze perfectly.
“Make her gag,” Carrie whispered, too soft to be heard, but I was able to read her lips, especially since she decided to support her message with animated miming.
Who was I to deny the request of the princess? I pushed my hips forward, forcing Sarah to swallow the entirety of my shaft without a warning, which earned a delicious gag.
Carrie decided to push even more. “What’s happening?” she asked in a casual tone.
“Sarah decided to swallow something that disagreed with her,” I said, even as I grabbed her head, preventing her from escaping, ramming into her throat again and again. Then, I looked down, catching Sarah’s begging yet aroused look. “Play with yourself,” I ordered her.
“She could be gluttonous from time to time, even if that causes her problems,” Carrie answered, her laugh a beautiful crystal.
Sarah didn’t care about Carrie’s mocking. Without having the full picture, she missed Carrie’s pointed joke, focused on following my request. She pulled her skirt up immediately, obediently following my orders as her fingers disappeared inside. Gags escaped her mouth despite her best efforts, but luckily, she was far too distracted with her own pleasure to realize the excuse I had given to Carrie was hardly believable.
I leaned down a bit, just enough to allow me to slip my hand under her shirt once more. I reached to her back, a flick and a pull divesting her from her bra before sinking my fingers to her naked tits.
Meanwhile, my favorite blonde had stood up once more, doing her best to replicate a stripper. Her body was definitely up to the task. Unfortunately, her dancing abilities didn’t match a stripper, much clumsier.
Not that I was complaining. Her relative clumsiness, when combined with her enthusiasm, turned that into a delicious show, especially when she continued to finger herself even as she moved back and forth, her hips swaying beautifully.
Meanwhile, Sarah was still gagging and gasping, but grabbed my legs to pull herself forward even deeper, swallowing my full length again and again, doing her best to bring me to climax.
I could feel I was getting closer, so I grabbed her head with both hands and started impaling her mercilessly, her gags rising in volume.
Carrie responded with another moan, which gave me the last push I needed to complete the progression, filling Sarah’s throat with my seed. Unprepared, she failed to contain all, staining her lips and her shirt with my mark.
She looked at me, begging, though I didn’t know whether she was asking me to stop or asking me to send Carrie away so that we can properly enjoy various kitchen surfaces.
Unfortunately for her, keeping her on the edge was far more fun. “The omelet is ready,” I said with a chuckle as I pulled back, leaning down to grab my towel — and swiping her underwear in the process — while Carrie fixed her bathrobe and sat back.
Sarah took a second to fix her clothing, though her shock as she realized her underwear was missing was simply beautiful. She looked at me angrily, but unfortunately for her, Carrie’s nearby presence prevented her from fixing the situation.
I chuckled as I walked toward the pan, to finish preparing our delicious breakfast.
We certainly deserved it.
