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Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Authpr
Story Title : Home Improvement - The Boys
Part 3 of 4
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"Brad discovers girls"
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Five minutes later, Brad was still trying to figure out what
the hell "completing the square" was when there was a knock at the
front door.
"Shit," the boy muttered, and hopped down the stairs two at
a time to answer. When he opened the door and saw who was
there, he was suddenly reminded that *he* hadn't yet showered.
"Hello, Bradley," said Ashley, standing there looking very
beautiful wearing a short purple summer dress and shiny black
shoes. She carried her bookbag gracefully in her right hand.
"Figured I'd drop over and see if you wanted to..." Ashley paused,
smiled and cleared her throat. "*Study*," she finished pointedly.
"Sure," Brad stammered. "I mean, come on in."
His girlfriend entered slowly, the dress billowing up and
around her body as she walked by, and Brad was struck yet again at
how beautiful she was--dark brown hair, catlike blue-green eyes,
sizable breasts for her age (Brad took every opportunity he could to
take them in). Her legs were long, womanly, not knock-kneed like
a lot of the girls at school. When she smiled at him her pouty lips
became almost too sexy to bear.
"Are we alone?" she asked quietly. She looked nowhere
but at him.
"Randy's in the shower," Brad whispered. The words
came out in one breath.
Ashley pursed her lips in disappointment--it was even
sexier than the smile. "Would he mind if we used his room
for...oh, say half an hour?"
Brad's heart seemed to stop. "You mean..."
"You know what I mean, Bradley." The look she gave him
right then said it more than the words did.
Oh, Jesus, Brad thought excitedly. "Randy won't mind at
all," he said aloud, although it came out as a little peep.
"Uh...come on."
He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom,
where he and Randy had been not ten minutes ago. When they
entered, it was she who shut and locked the door behind them.
"Well, here we are," she said softly.
"Yeah," he wheezed back. Brad could barely speak, let
alone breathe. "Here we are."
She sniffed the air for a second. "Smells like you've been
sweating a bit." She eyed him. "Smells like you've been playing
soccer."
"Yeah. Earlier today." God, what a *doofus* you are,
Taylor!
Ashley exhaled and clasped her hands in front of her. "I
love watching you play...the way your body moves, Bradley." She
stared at him seductively, gave him another of those grins. And
Brad felt the familiar stirring of his cock, growing to life.
"The way your hips move when you run..." Ashley was
continuing, dropping her voice to a whisper. "It makes me so hot,
Bradley. So *wet*. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Brad answered. The room seemed to have gotten
about twenty degrees warmer.
Suddenly Ashley was walking over to him, and now their
faces were just inches apart. Her eyes bored into his, as though
trying to figure out who was going to make the first move...and
then it was she who leaned in to kiss him, just a peck on his lips at
first, and then her mouth was suddenly folded wide across his, and
Brad's eyes closed and his tongue slipped into her mouth seconds
before she gasped desperately and did the same. Her arms went
around him, fingernails scratching their way up his back beneath
his soccer jersey. Her mouth became frantic on his, gasping and
sucking and licking all around his lips, and Brad did his best to
keep up. He put his hands hesitantly on her back, rubbing up and
down...the way she'd always told him she liked it.
She broke the kiss, nuzzling her lips into his neck and his
bare shoulder through the collar of his shirt. "When I get home
from watching you play," she was whispering, hands at the same
time moving quickly to the base of his shirt, lifting it up his body,
"it's all I can do to keep my hands off myself until I'm alone...in
my room..."
Brad could only sigh, a fluttery whisper that he barely
heard.
"And then..." she continued, pulling his jersey off and
throwing it hard onto the floor, "I have to slip one, two, sometimes
three fingers up into myself, Bradley, finger myself...imagining
that's your cock in there..."
"Oh God," Brad could only pant, as her lips kissed his
nipples and her hands pushed roughly at his shorts. Some part of
his mind was grateful he was till barefoot, but most of it was
focused on the fact that he now stood naked, swollen cock sticking
out straight from his honey-colored patch of pubic hair, kissing
Ashley as best he could as her lips roamed all across his body.
Cool fingers wrapped snugly around the mid-section of his penis
and began flogging him at first gently, then hard. Roughly. She
began centering on the tip and Brad groaned, pulled her to him.
His hands went to her breasts, cupping them through the annoying
material of her dress, but Ashley gasped, pulled his hands away,
making Brad think he'd moved too fast...but then she placed them
on her legs, one hand on each, and guided them upward, far enough
up her dress to make Brad catch his breath at the realization that she
was wearing no panties. His fingers explored newfound territory--
the swell of her buttocks, the firmness of her bare hips, while his
cock throbbed between her stroking fingers. He moved hesitantly
around to the front, not wanting to risk her protest, but her moan of
pleasure when he drifted through her pubic hair was all he needed.
Plunging downward, he felt the silky lips, the moist hole down
beneath and in between...and Ashley's free hand gripped him
savagely around the back of his head and pulled him in for a frantic
French kiss.
"Oh...oh, Bradley, that's it...yeah..." Ashley was panting
through gritted teeth, head bent back as she flogged him even more
viciously, Brad just trying to keep from going over the edge as she
got a vice clamp grip on the tip of his cock, pulling and stroking.
"Get in there...oh, yes get your fingers *in* me..." She spread her
legs and Brad felt the hole magically open, felt his own face about
to catch fire. He got two, three fingers up in there to the second
knuckle and just about lost it when he felt the slick, moist heat
around them, groaned involuntarily at the thought of what his cock
would feel like in there.... He thrust back and forth with his
fingers and Ashley began moaning, almost *screaming*, and her
hips bucked and convulsed in a sexy, dance-like rhythm. Brad
gasped and finger-fucked her for about ten more seconds, not even
kissing her, just staring in amazement at this display. Her original
moisture had been nothing compared to the way she dripped wet
around his fingers now.
He couldn't wait any longer. Roughly he pushed her over
toward the bed, and she sat down with a pleasurable grunt. His
hands yanked at the straps securing the dress on her shoulders, and
the top part flopped down easily, revealing her considerable
breasts, the pale aureoles, the erect purple-red nipples that stood
plumply out from her body. She stood briefly to let the rest of her
dress fall away, and when she moved back to lie naked on the bed,
Brad could only stare at her small patch of fine pubic hair, a darker
brown than the hair on her head, and at the way the slit between her
legs seemed to open at one point, exposing the secret place within.
Her ass curved beautifully, separating hips and legs.
She said his name once, very softly: "Bradley..."
He joined her immediately, pushing himself awkwardly on
top of her and becoming almost dizzy at feeling her move her legs
and pelvis skillfully beneath his, accommodating him, until
suddenly his crotch was cupped perfectly into hers and Brad felt the
warmth, the heat of her against the sensitive skin of his cock and he
exhaled audibly, desperately. His moist lips met her own once
again, eyes closing and tongues circling frantically as Ashley's
hands slipped down his back to grasp his smooth ass, the girl
gasping as their kiss became more urgent, faster, harder. He felt
her crotch shifting...then rolling beneath his--Brad felt the mind-
boggling sensation of having her wet pussy lips teasing the length
of his cock, smoothly, silkily, up and back, until he couldn't stand
it anymore and he shifted himself around on her, Ashley
understanding and reaching down to gently point him outward and
downward, helping him to find the right angle, and then Ashley
thrust her hips upward at the same time she guided Brad
downward...the boy suddenly feeling the maddening sensation of
having just the head of his cock inside her, the smooth liquid heat
beckoning him in further. He grunted loudly, spread his legs, and
drove *in*. Ashley cried out as Brad penetrated her to the hilt,
grabbing him hard around the lower back and ass and Brad, who
felt like his head was about to explode, began moving to some
rhythm he heard only in the dim recesses of his mind.
"Oh Ashley," he heard himself say, and his voice was
huskier and deeper than he'd ever heard it before. "Oh my God..."
Her snatch was a pool of fire that had enveloped him, spreading
pleasure outward from this center between their two bodies, and he
was dimly aware as he moved, she had begun to thrust with him,
shallow motions of her hips that seemed to make her hole come
alive around him, caressing him, holding him sometimes tight and
sometimes loose. When he was in to the hilt, it was like he wanted
to hold himself there forever, lose himself.
"Bradley..." the girl moaned, and her voice was desperate,
vulnerable...nothing like the girl who'd smiled at him earlier.
"Fuck me, Bradley..."
Brad grunted and pounded at her harder, centering most of
his motion in his hips and causing the bed to start squeaking and
clacking as they moved.
"Oh..." Ashley howled, seething as she threw her head
back and slapped the palms of her hands against the boy's ass as it
pumped up and down. "Oh...fuck me...fuck *harder*...make me
cum, Bradley..."
"Yeah," Brad grunted, letting the tight friction of her hole
bring him up fast but at the same time desperately trying to hold off
as long as he could. He hugged her to him, her breasts pressing
maddeningly against his chest. When they kissed there was a
hunger to it that Brad had never known with her before.
"God, yes," Ashley moaned. "Oh...oh,
Bradley...I'm...I'm..." She sucked in a quick breath and dug into
the flesh of his upper thighs and ass with her fingernails, Brad
barely noticing, as he thrust in and out shallowly, bringing only the
mid-section of his erection in and out of her. He paused once,
about two minutes after beginning, to try to let his growing
excitement fade so that he could draw it out, and she gazed up from
the pillows into his sweaty face and wide eyes and kissed him
hungrily.
"No!" she said, pulling him downward to her once again.
"Don't stop now...God..."
"O...Okay," Brad wheezed back, starting to move once
again, thrusting daintily within her, not daring to exaggerate his
motions beyond dragging just the very root of his cock in and out
of her for fear of blowing his wad right then. His ass pumped up
and down above her, keeping his motions very steady. Her
breathing was extremely shallow, her eyes half-closed...when Brad
let his hand wander across her breasts he found her nipples had
become like little pebbles. He thrust faster, harder...up to two full
strokes a second, but staying shallow with his motions, his cock
still deep in her. Ashley gnashed her teeth and began moaning
softly under her breath, sometimes saying his name, thrusting with
him, harder and harder until suddenly her eyes flew open and her
lips parted in one long gasp...and Brad barely noticed her
expression until suddenly she had pulled him to her while she
moaned long and loud, and Brad heard himself holler as the
sensation of her pussy seeming to *constrict* on him, tugging on
him, was all he needed to finally hit the edge...and he pounded at
her blindly, almost forgetting she was even there, until he went past
the point of no return, barely feeling her legs slip up and around
his, barely hearing the bed start shrieking as though in pain at their
savage motions...and then he was finished, spurting with a long,
satisfied grunt with his cock buried into the girl all the way to the
root, thrusting his hips hard and slow with each new burst, until he
was completely spent. And then he just lay there on top of her,
catching his breath and letting his heartrate return to normal, loving
the feeling of her beneath him and the sticky feeling of remaining
inside her as he shrunk.
"Mmm," Ashley whispered, after they had calmed down
and Brad had rolled away to lay naked at her side. "Bradley..."
He leaned over and kissed her slowly and easily. Nothing
like before.
CONTINUED IN PART 3...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex. But it isn’t
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex! You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it.
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