In a tree behind my house I have a little treehouse, a party den where I like to go to unwind after school. Generally I go there to get away from life and get high, keeping my bowl and a small stash under the couch that's in there. Tonight was like many before it, I decided to bring my vibrator to the treehouse with me and practice some self care while I was getting high.
Marcus watched Alyssa cross the yard between their houses and make her way to her treehouse. He loved to watch her walk, studying the way her lithe teenage body moved in its shorts, denim so tight and so scanty he could see a flash of her buttcheeks with every step. He watched her tits, a little more than a generous handful and way more than enough for him, sway under her floaty top and wished he could see what was underneath. He had had enough experience with white women to know that she would love his huge cock, preferring BBC for the rest of her days.
He got a cool drink and went outside, sniffing the air and catching the unmistakable scent of marijuana coming from the treehouse. He chuckled to himself. Maybe Alyssa wasn't so innocent after all. He started strolling at a leisurely pace toward the treehouse, his mind racing between possibilities.
As Marcus got to the base of the tree, he could hear some soft moans coming from above, but was quick to shrug it off as his imagination. He climbed the ladder and was about to swing the door open when he glanced through the window and saw a sight that took his breath away.
Alyssa had stripped off her denim shorts and had her hand under her top, playing with her nipples while she stimulated her clitoris with a small but efficient looking vibrator. Marcus instantly felt his cock begin to swell and become uncomfortable where the veiny monster was pressing against his jeans. He watched her play with her pretty pink pussy and almost unconciously lowered his zipper and let his cock fall out of his jeans.
As he watched her writhe and squirm with pleasure, he thought about how great it would be if he was the one giving her that pleasure. He looked down at his cock, knowing the sight of it hard, long and thick as a beer bottle, would probably alarm and intrigue her and he pushed the door open noiselessly. He silently thanked her father for doing a lot of upkeep on the treehouse that included oiling hinges and drank in the sight that was now directly before him.
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The minute Alyssa walked in the door after school her mother started haranguing her about her slipping grades and getting a call from the school about multiple skipped classes.But Alyssa didn't really care. She was 18, an adult. She could legally own a crossbow and play the lottery. She ha no plans on doing either, but the option was nice. She promised to buckle down, and told her mom she would be at the treehouse studying for an important test tomorrow and not to be disturbed.
Having guaranteed herself a couple hours of peace, Alyssa changed into clothing more appropriate for the unseasonably warm April day and skipped on down to the treehouse. Once there, she packed a bowl and took a couple of hits, getting herself nice and feeling loose before she reached for her vibrator. She ran down a mental checklist of the guys she knew. None were quite what she had in mind, but then she thought of Marcus. He had always been a skinny, dorky kid from next door. His two years at college, however, had filled him out nicely and he had always had lovely mahogany skin.
She had no idea what his cock looked like, and having only had sex a handful of times was unsure on what a 'good cock' looked like. She imagined it would probably get the job done and didn't think about it anymore. She imagined him kissing her passionately, raking his big soft lips down her torso and nestling in her nest of pubic hair. She had never had oral sex, but had read that it was wonderful and was really looking forward to trying it.
Though she never felt her breasts were anything to write home about, certainly not the biggest around, she had always loved her nipples and playing with them, making the big and round and hard enough to cut glass sent a little thrill down her body in the best way possible. She was thinking about Marcus and pinching her left nipple a little when she felt something new make contact with her dripping little pussy.
Alyssa's eyes shot open and she looked down and gave a little yelp. Marcus was kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with his index finger brushing her turgid little clitoris. He tilted his head and gave her a quizzical look.
