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Fun with Nerdy Girls 19
🕑 Added 2021-11-13 05:55:00 +0000 UTCSarah’s only answer to my monumental question was a hesitant nod, her boisterous personality drowned by fear and excitement in equal measures. She was deliciously beautiful as her naked body shivered repeatedly, the growing wetness between her legs little to do with the earlier swimming session.
“As you wish, beautiful,” I said as I pushed my hips forward gently, penetrating her wetness. Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth formed a surprised gasp, followed by a deep breath pull. Her legs stayed motionless, but they were still wide enough to allow unfettered access for me as I slowly pushed forward.
And slowly pushed forward, I did, giving her time to get used to unfamiliar presence while I enjoyed the warmth of her clamping flesh, making it a difficult challenge to push forward. Her moans rose unbidden, but even through them, I could hear the gasp of shock Carrie had let out, neither Sarah’s voice nor the door on the way enough to suppress it completely.
Luckily, Sarah was too distracted by the new world she found herself in to properly process her other sensory inputs. After the initial shock, her eyes were firmly shut as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation of the invasion. “Tell me if it hurts too much,” I said as I put my weight behind the push, forcibly widening her wetness even further.
I only intended to tease her slowly, giving her a gentle first time, but she decided to ruin that plan almost immediately. “Harder,” she gasped between her shallow breaths.
“Are you sure, beautiful?” I said, even as I pumped my hips forward for a short distance, giving her a taste of rougher treatment.
She gasped in pain, but that didn’t change her answer. “Yes, I’m sure. Fuck me harder,” she gasped.
Impressive, I thought even as I slipped my hands under her tight hips, raising them for a better angle. She responded by sliding forward, impaling herself deeper into my hardness. That was all the confirmation I needed to let my instincts take over. I moved my hips forward, lubricating more and more of my cock with her wetness with each push, annexing more and more of her untouched fertile land.
And it felt like heaven.
I was still going to control myself, but her hips decided to take a bigger role in our little game. She moved back and forth, following my rhythm, while gasps accompanied her beautiful dance with each repeat. Soon, a sharp and steady slapping sound filled the room.
“Faster, faster,” she whispered, and combined with the nature of her moans and the dance of her hips, it worked wonders to loosen my already-frazzled self-control even further. The extended naughty game we played wreaked enough havoc in my body that even the time with Carrie hadn’t been enough to take the edge completely, and the pool adventure, with the presence of our secret voyeur, hardly helped the situation.
My hips rebelled, meeting the rhythm of her hips the most aggressive way possible, clapping of our bodies getting loud enough to suppress her passionate cries. Her body rocked harder and harder as my cock slid in and out of her with all the mercy of a jackhammer.
“Do you want me to fuck you even harder, you slut?” I asked loudly, realizing that, despite the slight hesitation in the middle, her harsh personality worked wonders in her sexual preferences.
“Yes, fuck me, hard,” she gasped.
“As you wish, but a question first?” I said with a sudden inspiration, slowing the beat of my hips significantly as I asked that.
“What!” she gasped, her frustration clear in her tone. I chuckled, amused by the sudden flip my sexy nerdy friends were showing the moment we overcome a certain point of intimacy. Really, all those times, I was unnecessarily bothering with all those fancy cheerleaders and ignoring the true treasure under my nose, untapped and untouched.
“If I checked your computer, what percentage of your porn stash would be BDSM?” I asked. She didn’t answer, not that she need to. The sudden widening of her eyes, along with her silent gasp, told me all I needed to hear. “Good answer,” I said with a chuckle as I pulled out of her, only to flip her over the bed.
Then, before she could even push the question, I grabbed her hips and forced them up, before one hand landed on the back of her head, making sure her face would stay buried in the pillow, my other hand reaching for the nearest item that could be used as an impromptu rope, a pillow cover.
“Do you like this, slut?” I asked even as I tied her hands behind her body, earning a shocked moan of pleasure in response. That was all the invitation I needed before slipping inside her once more, my cock sliding in and out mercilessly. One of my hands stayed over her head, pinning her in place, while the other landed on her hips, controlling her pace.
But not before turning toward the closed door, and making a gesture of invitation.
I picked up speed until the sound of slapping dominated the room, more than enough to suppress the sound of a door opening silently. On the other side of the door, our sexy voyeur revealed herself, her face contorted in a beautiful mixture of pleasure, guilt, jealously, and desire…
In other words, a masterpiece.
I sent a naughty grin to her before turning my attention to her best friend with an attitude, continuing my merciless slamming, Sarah’s sudden tenseness after being bound enough to drive me crazy. I slammed inside her, again, again, and again…
My pacing skipped a beat when I felt a sudden pressure on my back. A familiar pressure, and very much welcome, coming from the familiar shape of two globes, perfect enough to be called worthy of a goddess. When her soft gasp reached my ear, followed by her hot tongue trailing my neck, I was lost in pleasure. “Fuck her harder,” Carrie whispered, aroused and angry at the same time.
Her arousal was nothing surprising. Anger, on the other hand, was rather interesting. Apparently, despite her impressive permissiveness, a part of her still resented her best friend for trying to steal her man. I could have pointed out that I was not her man, but just her friend — with considerable benefits — and she allowed things to come to this point for her own gratification.
But I wasn’t an idiot, so I didn’t say that. Instead, my hand rose, only to land on Sarah’s ass explosively, the sound echoing against the walls. And it wasn’t just Sarah that let out a sound. Carrie gasped as well, tinged with arousal. Luckily, it was much less loud than Sarah’s cry, going unnoticed under the rush of pleasure.
Carrie’s face was reddened in shock at her own response, avoiding my sharp gaze as I looked at her. Interestingly, that did little to slow her fingers, busily widening her slit, stroking her entrance and caressing her knob. She clearly wanted more, the shake of her hips no less than Sarah. “Later,” I whispered to her, though the way she leaned against my body, her amazing breasts brushing against my arm, went a long way to break through my willpower.
I turned my attention to Sarah, pushing my hips even faster, the furious pounding joining the regular spanks I was delivering. With her arms properly tied behind her and her face buried, she just moaned obediently, each slap pushing her tightness to a spectacular level.
She raised her hips with great effort, moving back and impaling herself on my cock, meeting my furious pumping gleefully, the angle providing me better access to her depths as I did my best to stretch her wetness, determined to make her first time a spectacularly memorable affair. Her relentless tightness, resisting against my furious pumping, suggested that I was traveling in the right direction for that particular achievement.
When my hand settled on her ass, Sarah’s ability to contain her moans was completely gone, even the pillow not enough to suppress her voice. Her muffled moans mixed into the slapping sound, her body buried on the bed, tightening around my shaft.
Carrie watched from the side, wide-eyed as her best friend received the treatment of a lifetime from me, her fingers long disappeared inside her. Her perky breasts continued to rub against my body, her hands wandering over my chest, caressing my muscles.
I couldn’t help the desire to pull my hand away from Sarah’s ass and grab Carrie’s breasts, squeezing hard, enjoying the sensation while punishing her, making her attempts to maintain silence much more difficult. Pity my other hand needed to stay on Sarah’s head, preventing her from looking up.
The combination of feelings, around my fingers and around my shaft, soon proved too much. I barely managed to pull back, exploding all over Sarah’s tight ass, who was busy trembling as she tried to overcome her own explosive climax, but the weight of the first time proved too much. When I managed to untie her, she was already half-lost in the dreamland.
“Were you satisfied with my services, sweetie?” I asked, only to receive a lazy, dazed moan as she buried her face on the pillow, her ability to resist the loss of unconsciousness drained completely.
I let out a chuckle as I grabbed Carrie’s arm and dragged her out of the room to reward her for her spectacular success…
Befriending my nerdy girls was the best decision I had ever made…
Comments
Dirk Grey
Appreciated.
Alice
She didn't answer 'nor' that she needed to. Should be 'not' or the sentence should be reworked. Love the chapter!
Alice
Her best friend for trying to steal 'his' man. Should be 'her'
Pedro Sousa
Seems like Carrie is developing a masochist cuckold fetish + voyeurism, (netorase), for herself which is the perfect fetish for a main heroine in modern harem circumstances. And delicious to read as well. Hehehehe.
