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He smiled and glanced over at the other two.
"What do you think, fellas? What do we want out of our two hours with her?" He grinned widely.
"Well, we're stuck here, so that really limits things," Murphy said with a cheeky grin.
She giggled, sighing and rolling her eyes.
"Normal boyfriend privileges?" Kev ventured.
She smiled, feeling a surge of affection for the sweet young man. The other two laughed at him.
"What, like holding hands and shit?" Murphy asked.
He shrugged, his smile disappearing.
"Deal," Sam said, interrupting their playful teasing. "I don't mind if you hold my hand." Kev smiled genuinely at her.
"You're such a chick sometimes dude," Marley said, shaking his head.
"Well, what would you want out of a two hour girlfriend," she asked. "Don't forget, you have to share me with the other two."
He obviously hadn't considered that and frowned, causing her to giggle. "Shit, a blowjob?" he asked, causing her to burst out laughing stare at him in mild shock.
"I can't believe you!" she said, slapping his arm playfully again.
"Shit, I was kidding," he said, raising his arm defensively.
"You know, Kev might be on to something," Murphy said, causing her, Kev, and Marley to turn and look at him. "It really depends on her definition of "boyfriend things" if you think about it."
She hadn't thought of that and blushed a little. "No, no, no," she said. "You're not putting that on me."
He chuckled. "I think it means always lettin' us see them titties."
She giggled but hadn't really expected less. "Well, as long as you don't expect me to walk around school topless, I'm sure... some looks can be had." She sighed and playfully rolled her eyes as she finished. The guys hooted and cheered for a few seconds, causing her to laugh.
"Cool," Murphy replied. "You gotta start calling them titties though. Breasts sounds so proper."
"Ugh," she said, making a face. "That just sounds so crass!"
He smiled and shrugged.
"Fine," she said. "Titties."
They cheered again, causing her to smile and laugh once more.
"God, guys are all the same," she said.
In truth, she couldn't believe that she'd told them that. Part of her was wanting to slap her own forehead, but a larger part of her liked the idea. It made her feel... appreciated, desired.
"Any other privileges?" Kev asked, looking at her hopefully.
She smiled and shrugged. "We'll just have to see I guess."
They thankfully returned to normal conversation after that, and she smiled every time she glanced over and saw one looking at her chest. Having such definite confirmation that they were doing so, made her realize that she really didn't mind seeing them openly gaze at her breasts. The stares of the three guys were near-constant and the effect on her was marked. She felt them staring and couldn't get the thought of them doing so out of her head. They liked the way she looked! They were actually physically attracted to her! It was exciting, being admired so openly, and she knew she'd probably be masturbating again that night.
After a few more minutes of idle chatter, the current classes ended. They got up from their table at the snack bar to head to their next classes
"I'll see you boys Friday," Sam said, smiling widely.
"One last flash?" Marley asked, grinning. She snickered and without even looking around, lifted her shirt again for a few seconds.
"Thanks babe," he said, grinning.
"See ya history girlfriend," Kev called, grinning like an idiot.
"Later Sam," Murphy said. "Nice titties."
She laughed and gave them each a hug, enjoying the feeling of their warm hands on her back. Part of her wished they would be a little bit more brazen and squeeze her a little tighter, but she began to feel a little scandalous and blushed the thoughts away.
"You workin' at the D again soon?" Murphy asked.
She smiled. "Tomorrow," she said, winking. "I'm probably not going to be in Kimber's section, though, so no brea... titties."
He frowned and then shrugged. "Even so," he said. "We might come out and see our girl."
She giggled and waved sweetly at the three. "Bye boys," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
She went to her next class knowing that she was slightly aroused and unable to wipe the smile off her face. She looked up and saw that the guy that had sat next to her the first day was moving to do so again.
He smiled and said a simple, "Hi," to her.
She returned the smile and got out her psychology notebook to start taking notes. After his initial smile, he got out his things to take notes and for the rest of the class he surprisingly left her alone. As class ended though, he turned and handed her a note with his number on it.
"If you ever wanna go to dinner, hit me up," he said smiling.
"I've got a boyfriend," she said, "but this is really sweet."
"Well that's not gonna work," the guy said, frowning. "He's not allowed to come."
She laughed, catching what he was saying and shaking her head in mild amusement.
"No worries," the guy said. "If you just wanna hang out and fool around, I'm good with that too."
Sam shivered internally, thinking about finally having sex again and couldn't hide the look of surprise on her face.
The guy smiled widely and turned.
"What are you doing after class?" she heard herself ask, her mind whirling at what had just happened.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?" her brain was screaming at her.
The guy turned and smiled widely. "Hopefully you," he said, then grimaced. "Shit, I've got an errand I have to handle, but you can text me after and we can see what's up.
She felt her knees shake a little at his boldness, still not able to believe that she was still talking to him like she was, let alone almost inviting him to have sex with her.
Common sense finally won out, and she smiled widely, shrugging. "We'll see," she managed to stammer out, and quickly hurried to English. Quietly, she stuffed the slip of paper into her pocket and smiled.
That afternoon, she looked at the scrap of paper and then looked at her phone, an internal debate raging. She quickly opened it and called Keith, dropping the paper to the floor.
"Hey hun," he said, picking up on the third ring.
"I need you," she said. "I'm... horny and you need to take care of it." She felt slutty, putting it in such basic terms.
Keith stammered something, but he was a guy after all. "Where can we go?" he asked.
"My room. Now," she said, hanging up.
Exactly seven minutes later, Keith was at her house. She quickly went downstairs and let him in.
"The only person that's here is my mother," she said, walking upstairs with him. "She's taking a nap."
Keith nodded; his eagerness clear on his face.
The truth was, Sam wasn't alone. Her mother wasn't sleeping, and Alex was home as well, but she just didn't give a damn anymore. She'd been horny yesterday, and the workout and later masturbation had curbed her appetite a little, but after her show today and the forwardness of the last guy, she was boiling over with desire. Keith had better take care of her, or there would be consequences.
Quickly, they sped up to her room. Turning, she quickly started to undress him as he locked the door behind them. She paused to tear her clothes off, and then went back to pulling his off. Pulling him close as her hand moved down to grip his steadily growing erection, she moaned and immediately dropped to her knees.
"God I've missed this," she admitted, moaning lowly as she kissed the head of his cock. Still, the fire was lit inside, and she could barely stand to merely kiss it. Blossoming her lips over the mushroom, she moaned like she'd been crawling through the desert and just gotten a taste of cool water as she took the entire head into her mouth, sucking hard and gently stroking his modest length. He groaned and stood there, gladly letting her have her fun.
She didn't suck him long, though; not wanting him to cum too early and knowing that she was already in danger of that happening after her wanton behavior. Pulling on his cock as she stood and backed up, she slid up on the bed and up to the pillows as he watched. Looking up at him, she stared directly into his eyes as his gaze drank in her body. His eyes lingered on her breasts and then worked their way down to her pussy.
She whimpered as he looked at her, his face clearly showing what he wanted, and her hand immediately slid between her legs. She spread them wide for him, her fingers rubbing her clit as he watched, gently stroking his cock.
"I'm so ready for you," she said. "Please Keith."
He smiled and knelt immediately on the bed, moving up and positioning himself between her thighs. Leaning over her, he slid in easily due to how aroused she was, and groaned in pleasure as he closed his eyes.
Sam smiled in happiness, pulling him tight down on her and enjoying the feeling of his weight as he steadily worked up a rhythm.
Her own orgasm was already fast approaching, and she clutched at her boyfriend desperately as he stroked in and out of her voracious pussy.
"Harder," she begged, knowing somehow that she needed to feel him slamming down into her pussy more forcefully.
He obliged, thrusting against her repeatedly. She whimpered in pleasure, reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss, dropping more of his weight on top of her and causing her to groan as the orgasm quickly built. He broke the kiss and looked down, watching her as she looked up at him, whimpering in pleasure as she did so.
"You're going to make me cum so hard, Keith," she cried out. "Please fuck me."
He had a brief look of surprise on his face as he heard her language but didn't stop. Finally, a massive contraction rippled down her hungry pussy as the orgasm slammed into her and caused her to arch her back in pleasure, which caused him to stop briefly. She couldn't speak, though, and resorted to slapping him on the butt to keep him moving in and out of her. He did so, and she squeaked out a whimper as the orgasm grew more intense, pleasure washing over her as he slid continued to thrust.
"Fuck me," she squeaked out. "Oh God, fuck me, Keith!"
He groaned in pleasure, his cock deep inside her as he started to cum, pushed swiftly over the edge by her foul language and whorish behavior.
Groaning, he thrust forward a few more times until his load was spent. He looked down at her and smiled as she fought to catch her breathe, her hands absentmindedly pulling at her nipples. Leaning over, he kissed her on the lips and slid out from between her legs.
As he did so, she finally came down from her orgasm and was able to relax a little. Groaning, he slid from bed and retrieved a discarded towel. She smiled, finally content, and pushed the towel between her legs and under her butt as he lay back down beside her.
Happy, the two fell asleep in each other's arms in the early afternoon. A few hours later, she woke up and checked the time. They hadn't moved an inch.
She smiled as she looked at him, wondering why she'd ever thought of breaking up. He was sweet, loyal, and so what if he was a little oblivious. She saw him drooling a little and giggled. Sliding quietly from bed, she pulled on a pair of panties and then saw the scrap of paper on the floor. Quietly, she went and picked it up, walking over to the trash.
Something stopped her though, and she turned the paper over. The name Brandon was scrawled hurriedly across the scrap, along with his cell number. She smiled, walking over to get her phone from her purse. Unlocking it, she glanced over at Keith, feeling a little guilty for a few seconds, but then smiling and telling herself, "It's just a little flirting," before entering his name and number into her contacts.
"Too bad you didn't get to show me what you were doing after class," she sent, smiling and feeling delightfully naughty.
"Samantha?" he replied.
She sent a smiley face in confirmation.
"Damn I do love a tease," he sent back. "As long as there's a follow through," he quickly added.
She covered her mouth for a moment, her smile wide and her heart beating faster for some reason.
"I do love to tease," she said. "You should have seen me working out the other night."
"How do you know I didn't?" he sent, adding a smiley face at the end.
"Aww, my own stalker," she sent, giggling quietly to herself.
"For a chance at an ass as nice as yours, hell yeah," he replied.
She smiled, quietly shivering for a moment at his brazenness. It was surprisingly such a turn on!
"What did you end up doing?" he sent.
She giggled, wondering if she should actually tell him. She grinned. He was being cheeky and arrogant and probably deserved to be punished.
"Oh, just my boyfriend," she sent.
"Ha!" he replied. "Bullshit."
She giggled. "I did!" she replied. "You don't believe me?"
"Hell no," he replied. "Proof or stfu."
She briefly wondered what stfu meant, and quickly searched for it on her phone. Snickering, she shook her head and started to type a new message.
"Okay," she said, "but you won't like it." She turned her phone around and took a picture of her naked boyfriend, taking a moment to pull the sheet over him. Adding it to the message, she sent if off, waiting for him to respond.
"Well then," he replied. "I guess I deserved that."
She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth, looking over at Keith. He didn't move. Looking back at her phone, she saw that he'd replied again.
"Did he cum in you or on you?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow, wondering why he cared. Boys were weird creatures though, so who knew?
"In me," she replied. "Why? You weirdo."
"Haha," he sent back. "In your pussy or in your mouth."
"In my nether regions," she sent, still wondering what he was getting at.
"Shit, prude," he said. "Can't stand girls who don't swallow."
She giggled again. "Who said I don't?" she sent, then sat in embarrassed silence as she realized what she told him.
"That's my girl!" he sent. "You got any pics of yourself?" he asked.
She smirked, rolling her eyes. "I just started talking to you and you want pictures of me?"
He sent her an adorable picture of a puppy with big eyes looking up with a caption that read, "Please? Send nudes."
She laughed and shook her head. "No way! You could post them on the Internet or something!"
"Sigh..." he sent. "That's why you take some with your head cut-off," he replied.
She hadn't thought of that.
"Besides, I don't do that," he added. "That's really fuckin' scummy."
She smiled, liking him more and more.
She flipped through the few pictures that she had of herself, but all of them were showing her face. She couldn't believe that she'd never thought of taking a photo without her face showing.
"You ignoring me now?" he sent.
She smirked and replied, "No, Mr. Impatient. I was trying to find a picture for you."
"Aww, good girl," he replied. She rolled her eyes at the good girl comment and texted again.
"Too bad though, I don't have any of myself that don't show my face."
"Shit," he replied. "Well, since you claim to swallow, take one of just your face with a load of your boyfriend's man-chowder in there."
She covered her mouth, laughing quietly at his terminology and the general embarrassment of the whole situation. Still, it wasn't a bad idea. She supposed she could just take a picture of her mouth full of Keith's spunk.
"That can be arranged," she said. "What do I get out of it?"
"Well, besides a load of cum?" he sent.
"Well yeah, besides that," she replied, giggling.
"I'll buy you lunch some time, no strings. I'll also send you a picture of my dick, all hard n' shit."
She covered her mouth, giggling quietly. Intrigued, she weighed her choices for a minute. She didn't really stand to lose anything if she took the picture right, she figured. Plus, it was a free lunch and she'd never gotten a picture of some guy's dick on her phone.
"Deal," she sent finally, covering her face in momentary embarrassment. "Give me a little while and you'll get your picture."
"Hell yeah," he replied. "Text me when you're done."
"Will do," she replied and put her phone down. Turning, she looked over and saw Keith still snoozing.
Quietly, she walked over to the bed and pulled the sheet down. She quietly wondered if he would be able to get it up but figured that she was more than skilled enough to pull off the task at hand.
Laying down on the bed, she took the towel and rubbed his cock clean with a clean part of the fabric, then leaned down as he started to rouse from his sleep, her tongue running up his cock as she looked up at him.
"Oh my," he said, looking down as she squeezed the base and started to suck on the head. She winked and bobbed her head up and down, her lips sliding down to the base and back up as she sucked. He groaned, and she could feel the blood rushing to his cock as she pleasured him.
Suddenly having an idea, she pulled her mouth off of him and gestured over to her phone. "Grab your phone and take some pictures," she said, smiling up at him.
His eyes got big and he smiled widely. "Wow, Sam," he said. "You're really wild today!"
She snickered and lowered her lips down to his cock again, slurping at the steadily hardening serpent with her lips and tongue. He groaned, his phone in hand as he aimed it down toward her. She looked up, then lowered her head again, her lips sliding up and down. Putting on a bit of a show, she moaned and started to raise and lower her head dramatically, stroking up and down as she did so.
Keith's cock was hard by this point, and it looked like he was having a hard time focusing.
"Pictures," she said, gently biting at the flesh of his cock.
He grimaced and looked down, taking a picture as she grinned with her teeth on the flesh of his cock.
He smiled and shook his head as she giggled. Focusing back on what she was doing, she let herself enjoy the gift she was giving Keith.
In all her time with Pastor Dickhead, she'd come to realize that she really did love sucking cock. At first it had just started as a way to help a man in apparent need, but it had turned into something much more to her.
She loved the way they responded to her, especially if they were more vocal about it. She loved how the flesh of their organs felt in her mouth, and how they seemed to enjoy forcing her down harder and harder on themselves. She loved the way it made them squirm when she licked or sucked on their testicles and liked figuring out what they liked in particular. She'd only knowingly sucked off two, though Pastor Dickhead had admitted that he'd had other people come in and use her mouth when he wanted.
Still, Keith was relatively new to getting blowjobs, so she was definitely looking forward to learning what he liked. Plus, who knew who she'd get to pleasure next?
She smiled at the thought and focused again, her tempo increasing as she sucked hard on his cock. She looked up and saw Keith still taking pictures, obedient as ever.
"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum, honey," he mumbled.
She grinned. She also loved, loved, loved when a cock came in her mouth. She loved the way it tasted, loved the way it oozed around inside or down her chin. She loved the way it slid down her throat and the expressions on their faces when she did so. She looked up then, as Keith fought to take another picture or two, and winked.
A burst of warm semen flooded her mouth and she whimpered in pleasure, moaning as she fought to keep it in and not swallow. Again and again he cried out, oddly holding his phone on her face and convulsing in pleasure.
Thick swathes of cum rolled around in her mouth, and she was surprised that he had so much of it, given that he'd just orgasmed. She whimpered, desperately wanting to swallow what she had, but instead, she grabbed his phone and spun it around. She saw that he'd been videoing her instead of taking pictures and rolled her eyes in irritation. She'd have to see if she could figure out how to get screen shots from it. Quickly turning the video off, she flipped the phone around and opened her mouth after switching it to selfie mode. Carefully, she opened her mouth and took a picture, being sure to exclude everything but her mouth.
