"It's time for a titfuck."

Your eyes basically roll back in your head as your hot, throbbing cock is engulfed in sweet soft titflesh. Isabel's blowjob game was... fine, though nowhere near as good as Sof's. But now you think you've identified her calling: using her soft, malleable tits as sex toys to please your cock. She sat on her knees between your legs, pressing her tits together around your cock and bouncing softly up and down. Titfucking you.

After a few minutes, the saliva on your cock has started to dry, leading to a decrease in the perfection of the titjob. "Suck me again, Isabel. Just enough to get my dick wet. Then back to titfucking." As she does so - this will never get old, that Isabel the volleyball bitch is your personal freeuse slut - you record another video. Because yeah, you want your new best friend to be able to enjoy the sight of Isabel's tits, but he should also be jealous that he isn't using them as a fleshlight like you are.

"What-" Isabel has finished covering your cock in saliva and has wrapped her ponderous globes around it once more. "What are you doing with my phone?" Aww, she's nervous. And this is all being recorded.

"Chatting with Sexiboy," you reply honestly. "He seems like a pretty cool guy. Good catch with him."

"Ohmigawd," Isabel answers quickly. "I can't believe you're talking to him. You didn't tell him you're using me, did you?"

You think about it. Technically... "Nope. I didn't tell him."

Relief is plain on her face as she bounces her sweet tits up and down on your lap. "Oh thank god." Aaaand that's where we'll end the video. Send. There's no need to tell her yet; let her enjoy her blissful ignorance for a while longer. She'll find out soon enough.

Sexiboy is blowing up the phone with mind-blown emojis and whatever, but you just had another thought. What's in slutty Isabel's photo gallery? You resume your pornographic anthropology, searching for the answer to that age-old question.

The photo gallery itself is more of what you saw in her messages to her boytoy: sexy but tasteful. But you dig a little deeper and find an encrypted photo gallery app. And the password is her face again. Well. What else can you expect from a stupid jock slut? You unlock the app, and... jackpot!

Your cock stiffens further, somehow, as a testament to your 18-year-old libido and the proof of Isabel's sluttiness arrayed before you in visual form. There are topless pics and nudes, flashes and coy faux-embarrassed poses. There are tit flash selfies in the school bathroom and even sneaky flashes on the bus - flashing tits and what looks like snapping pictures up her own skirt. You wonder what guy she took all these for, and how long it would have taken sexiboy to earn things like this.

You say "would have taken" because you are absolutely dumping these nudes in that convo. Godspeed, ❤️✨Sexiboy✨❤️. Have a good hard nut, wherever you are.

You gasp in surprise as Isabel's warm tits pull away from your cock, only to be immediately replaced by the warm wet feeling of her mouth doing her best to deepthroat you. Her best... well, she's clearly giving her best, and you appreciate that.

"Gak, gak, gak," says the proud blonde cocksleeve. Your eyes try to flutter closed, but your **** them open. You will not give in yet. You have more yet to do. More research yet to glean from this phone. You focus on your mission and the nudes on Isabel's phone as she pulls her head off your cock, strings of saliva following her as if her mouth doesn't want to let go. As she resumes jerking you off with her cleavage, you reach the end of the secret folder.

It's videos. Oh sweet mother of fuck. You turn the volume way down and try a few. You stop on what appears to be a topless Isabel, lying on her back, taking a video selfie. She's talking... and now she's moaning. Her tits are pressed flat against her chest by gravity, but they're jiggling energetically. Almost as if...

The phone is brought close to her face. Suddenly the view switches and now we're looking down her body. Ah, she's not topless. She's naked. And masturbating.

You didn't think you could get harder, but somehow, you do. You watch Isabel's private video of her sweet barely-legal body pleasuring itself, complete with little moans, while you enjoy Isabel pleasuring _you _with her pliable pillows.

The video ends, and you can feel that your orgasm isn't too far away. You groan as she deepthroats you again. You need to have these videos. And the pictures.

Luckily, being a lifelong hornball has equipped you to solve this particular puzzle, even under pressure. You quickly open a filesharing site and upload everything - the bra and panty pics from the normal gallery, the nude pics and vids from the secret gallery, and the ones you've taken and shared with Sexiboy. You send the access code and link to yourself in a text, then delete the text from Isabel's phone. She would just worry about if if she knew, right?

As you finalize your complete ownership of Isabel's pornographic career thus far, your ability to delay your orgasm has run its course. Quickly, you start one more video, then lean back to enjoy as Isabel, popular blonde, normally too good to even acknowledge your existence, jerks you off with her tits. And now you finally give her what's she's earned with all her hard work throughout english class.

You blow.

Nestled deep within the soft confines of her tits, you blow. Your first load shoots high, landing in her hair and across her eye. She stops, shocked.

"Keep going," you groan, and she obeys, sliding her supple flesh up and down, milking your cock. You continue to unload, covering her neck with your hot sperm which then drips down to cover her tits. One spray manages to get past her chin and hits her right in the lips. She gasps as she gets a surprise taste of your cum.

"Okay, stop," you command. She lets go of her tits and leans back, freeing your cock, which is still twitching and leaking seed. You grab your dick with your hand and pump, aiming your last few sprays across her big nipples. Your pumping slows, then stops. You find a small clean patch of titflesh to wipe the last drops of cum off your tip. Then you sit back down and sigh, satisfied.

Isabel is also stunned. After a few moments, you hear your teacher call out, "Isabel if your punishment is over, please return to your seat. Class will be over shortly." She returns to her seat in a daze, momentarily forgetting her phone. You quickly add your newest video of you spraying cum all over her big soft tits to your folder in the cloud. Then you wave the phone at Isabel, who snaps out of her daze to reach over and grab it back from you. Then she realized her hands are covered in cum, not to mention her face, hair, and of course her chest, and wonders how she is going to clean up for next class. Her fellow volleyball bitches are whispering at her; you're sure they'll figure something out together.

You make eye contact again with Keira, and this time she holds it for a long moment. Was she watching? What is that expression on her face? Before you can decide whether to say something or break eye contact, the bell rings. Someone walks in between you, breaking the spell, and Keira hurries out of the room.

What's going on there? Eh. You'll think about it some time that you're not floating on a cloud of postnut bliss.