My naughty bestie Carlie and I were snuggled up talking the other night, both naked down to our bobby socks and chasing one another's tongues as we tenderly caressed each other's hot cocks. She suggested I go into more detail about how our world (Post Comet) is different from what came before.
Carlie's very bossy, but once I stopped staring at those plump suckable lips of hers and pushed her head down to busy her mouth with something more important I started to consider what she'd said... Okay. That's not entirely true. I actually settled in for a nice long wet suck off with her slurping little tongue curling around my throbbing cock for over an hour, fingers tracing long furrows through her silky hair as she sucked me off before painting her pretty tonsils with my sugary spunk, but once we were done...
School. That's a big change. We still attend in our early years to learn science, math, and the various other skills that keep society running like a well oiled machine, but once you turn 18 you graduate to a whole other kind of institution.
Carlie and I were both ridiculously excited the first day we entered the hallowed halls of Susan Saunders High. We'd just graduated from regular high school and were overjoyed to begin another four full years of pervy fun with other budding little whores like ourselves.
See. In a society where the principal preoccupation of most women is to mount and fuck the hotties all around them, you can't just take a young girl who has been sheltered from the carnal reality of the world and toss her into the mix. It would be carnage. MMmmmm carnage.
In an effort to ease young ladies in ( Pun intended ) to our new lives in grown up society, it was decided that four years after a girl graduates high school she attend a kind of High-High school. It's not college. That comes later. After-Highschool is more like a repeat of the last four years of school with a whole new emphasis on... We fuck each other silly for four years. That's basically the idea. Sorry. Not sorry.
Carlie and I had very progressive mothers. Veronica, her mother and Donna, my own were quick to introduce us both to the truth of our world the second we turned eighteen. I can't even begin to describe to you the bliss of laying back in a bed filled with your cutest plushie animals as your mother first crawls in with you and slides up into your ass. Her soft hand on my cheek, those tender lips pressed to mine, and that big beautiful dick of hers preparing my butthole for the grown up world. She'll never just be my mom anymore. She's my lover as well. Carlie and Veronica are very much the same. Anyway. I'm getting off track.
Carlie and I managed to get into a locker together our first year of After-High and intended on remaining the closest of friends. We were strait up fucking addicted to each other to be honest. My mom had been my first, but Carlie came right after and the bond we shared was incredible. Even when we weren't greasing each others fuck-holes with spunk we were as thick as thieves.
Once we'd settled in and begun our new schedules Carlie and I found other interests. She was a natural athlete with those sexy brown legs of hers so she joined the track squad. I became a cheerleader. I'll pause here for you to roll your eyes at the stereotypical, but say what you will about it; tiny cheer skirts, little tops, and the eyes of a whole school of horny dick-girls on your horny rear end is a thrill among thrills.
Carlie could run like the wind and soon got recruited to our basketball squad as well. I was particularly excited about that, since I would be cheering for my bestie on the sidelines while she showed her stuff on the court. The way her tiny little skin tight shorts hugged that Latina ass of hers made my mouth water, and I felt her eyes on me every time my girls and I would do our routine. It involved lots of flipping up of our skirts and twerking of our young bubble bottoms, and we wore the smallest G-strings underneath that were basically just a hammock of cotton that coddled our balls and dicks. We were constantly falling out of them, and rarely bothered to tuck our dicks back out of view. When you twerk your booty hard for a cheering crowd and your huge cock and balls are freely swinging between your thighs it's impossible to look away. I love to show off almost as much as I love being pinned down and ravaged.
It became well known after a couple weeks that Carlie and I were together. She and I met after each day's practice and let the world watch as we embraced and assaulted one another's lips with desperate kisses and full body rubs that led to her tugging my naked length out from under my skirt and pumping me in full view of anyone who happened to be watching. We couldn't just butt-fuck in plain view of the whole student body, but most of the faculty let it slide when girls handled each others big dicks. Carlie's shaft is so fucking hot. I couldn't keep my hands on that gorgeous cock if I wanted to.
We were both sweaty and slick one Friday after practice when we hooked up by the bleachers beside the track field. She looked so yummy, all glistening in those cute little shorts and a tiny tank top, her feet in a pair of pretty white running shoes as she stretched after a good run. She had her hair pulled back in a long black pony-tail and looked up at me as I approached. One look at that wicked little impish smile of hers and my butthole was twitching. She drives me bonkers. I swear.
I had on my sneakers and cheer-skirt along with a tiny sleeveless top that pushed my titties up and out on display. My belly was bare and my hair was dyed pink; pulled up in handlebar pig tails. My coach called them fuck-handles, but she hadn't yet given my bottom a try for herself. There were about twelve girls on our squad and she was working her way through each one. My time was coming. From what I heard she was a brutal lover. Yum Yum.
As we came together I threw my arms over Carlie's shoulders and brought her in close, groaning as she invaded my mouth with her tongue and fed me a nice sloppy load of her spit and affection. I gobbled it up, chasing her perfect lips with mine and curling my tongue around her own as I felt her hands sliding under my little skirt to handle my bare naked ass.
Maybe you think it's gross, but neither of us had showered. I like her with a fine coating of girl sweat on her body that I can take my time licking away. My salty latin treat looked like a glazed doughnut by the end of her evening run and no shower in the world could clean her like her Eden's hungry mouth.
"God you taste good." I purred as we parted, still holding one another and grinning like wicked kittens as she openly molested my ass with her hands, spreading and squeezing them together as my big cock rose up along the soft flesh of her outer thigh. "Lets get home, so I can make a proper meal of your butthole."
"Dirty bitch." She said, grinning. We both giggled as she kissed me again and I felt myself beginning to swoon. I was so in love and lust with her that I felt my whole body turning to butter as she cuddled me. "Before we go, I wanted to show you something. Trust me when I tell you you are gonna love it."
