I was sound asleep. The bedroom windows had blackout curtains. The full volume Metallica music did not keep me from going to sleep or staying asleep.
What did wake me was Bethany's warm wet mouth sucking my hairy balls in her mouth. Her two hands jacking my cock, her long blonde hair tickling my stomach, thighs, and groin. 'Hey slut. What time is it?' I asked smiling.
"Cock O'clock!" Bethany stated, drool dripping from her mouth, as she licked my cock lewdly like an ice cream cone. She then crawled up, mounted me, and slid my dick into her no longer virgin pussy.
Bethany smiled wide, she massaged her tits, and she rode my cock. She ground her clit into my groin and leaned forward. Her tits bouncing on my chest and face. I sucked her nipples. One at a time. I then pulled her down, her mouth met mine and we tongue wrestled.
I took both of my hands, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into a firmer rhythm. Her sweaty body was getting close. Her rapid breathing. "Can I cum?" Bethany asked with pleading eyes.
'You may.' I stated plainly.
Bethany rode faster. 2 minutes of groaning, squealing, and pussy juice running down my balls and she collapsed on my chest. "So much better with a real cock. No more vibrators. It's so much better." Bethany stated, wiping her hair from her face.
My dick was still firmly stuck inside. She was flexing her muscles, testing how they worked.
We talked about sex, partners, history, and what not. I was amazed she waited this long. She loved being a tease. She got off on it, she would flirt, she would touch, she would even grope women. But in the end, she liked playing with them and leaving them hard and hot. She would then use a vibrator on her clit. She was rubbing her pussy with her hands and complaining of the pain from losing her virginity.
'Yeah. The first time is not very fun for women. I have taken a few. The next day or two is always better. I plan on fucking your ass daily. It needs to be used often, to stay flexible. Otherwise, it will clam up shut and tight. If I only use it once a month it will always hurt.' I told Bethany.
"Sounds good. When you rammed me last night. I was so scared. It hurt so bad. But then, I felt full, it felt good, and then you pulled out. I knew I wanted more. But you had a plan. It's not my place to upset that." Bethany stated with a smile and kissed me.
My bedroom door swung open, and Sam walked in wearing shorts and a shirt. "Breakfast is ready."
A plate of eggs, bacon, and biscuits on a plate.
Bethany didn't bother getting dressed but ran out naked to get food. Sam sat in my gaming chair laughing. 'How was your night? I couldn't hear any of the fun over your music.' I asked.
"My dick aches, my hamstrings are done, my abs are sore. Ok, my whole body is sore. Even my fingertips." Sam stated while laughing.
'Did you two have fun?' I asked.
I learned Sam and Blaire walked from the store to a pizza place. It was down the road 3 blocks past our street. Blaire did not whimper or try and talk her way out of her attire or pizza. The store was packed and the teenage boys working in the place were happy to see a mostly naked Blaire. As a tip Sam let them each take a naked selfie with Blaire. She then carried the pizza back to the house.
She complained the pizza was hot and it burned her hands. Sam had to whip her ass with his belt. "She moaned. She actually moaned out loud." Sam stated laughing.
"That's when I knew I could not be too hard, too sadistic, or too rough. There was a red welt across her ass, and she loved it." Sam explained.
So, Sam wanted to test her. Put her through a trial. See if she would give up, tap out, or say stop. Blaire never did. Sam had her suck his dick while he played video games for hours, he laid her face down on his bed, her arms tied behind her back with a belt, while he went from fucking her pussy, to fucking her ass, and back. Again, for hours. He then spun her around, hung her head off the bed, and throat fucked her.
"She doesn't have a gag reflex. I couldn't believe it. I shoved my whole hand in her mouth, as far back as I could, I was scratching her damn Trachea with my fingers. No gag, no reflex. She just winked at me." Sam stated.
"By the end of the night I had orgasmed 5 times. My shaft ached. Not enough lubrication, I think. I laid back on my bed, panting, sweating, and she crawled up next to me, grabbed my cock, and stated "Thanks. That was fun babe." Sam explained while smiling.
"And then bam. Sound asleep." Sam stated while laughing. He had set his alarm for 9am. When it sounded, he told her to get up and make breakfast. She did, wiggling her ass for good measure.
Bethany came in holding two plates of food and two drinks. She handed me my food and drink and complimented Sam. "Nice work last night. Blaire is marked up good. Belt? She's also humming to herself. She's never this happy. What did you do?" Bethany asked.
"Yeah belt. But also, a training whip for a horse. I pushed her to the limit. I tested her to see if she would ever tell me no. Stop me. Or try and pull away. She took it all. I have some new ideas for tonight." Sam explained with an evil smile.
"Well, you two look like you are having fun." Bethany stated while she chewed on her breakfast.
"Nice tits by the way. DDD? They bounce and sway nicely. It was difficult to not stare at your ass when you left walking in those boots. You must practice a lot." Sam told Bethany.
"Yeah. High school. Cheerleading. And then at home in front of the mirror. I like dancing at clubs and teasing. I'm not as flexible as I was when I was 18. But Victoria still has it. Lucky bitch. I had thought about becoming a stripper but there are no good places around here. All dives and dead ends. I'm not about to be kidnapped by a biker gang or drugged by some pimp." Bethany explained. She sounded like she had looked into it and made up her mind.
Blaire also had been a topic of discussion. Bethany explained her family is all mild-mannered nerds. Accountants, math people, and such. At around 12 years old Blaire started acting up. The most her parents ever did was sit her down, talk sternly to her, and warn her about her actions. After that Blaire did things to try and get a rise out of them. Specifically, her father. "Daddy issues" is her problem. He never raised a hand, he never yelled, he never showed any real passion. Again. Nerds.
I finished my food and handed Bethany my plate and glass. Sam did as well. Bethany balanced them all in her hands and on her forearms. I guessed she had worked at a diner somewhere, sometime, and learned a trick or two. Her jiggly ass was the focus of both or our attentions as she left. Still wearing her red suede boots.
