Blowjobs and Heartthrobs

A little earlier that night…

Victoria was almost through the kitchen when a terrible thought crossed her mind. What if this intruder wasn’t Brandon or the others…what if it was Shawn? It had almost been a day since she abandoned him, and Kendra had confirmed this morning that he was aware of her defection. He wouldn’t just let her go. No, she had disrespected him, and that would warrant retribution, she was in no doubt about that. Sooner or later, he was bound to come for her…and that time could very well be now.

Suddenly panicking, Victoria gazed into the living room but saw only darkness. She strained to listen and was sure she could hear footsteps on the gravel outside. Terror gripped her. She needed to arm herself, she decided. She couldn’t let Shawn get near her, couldn’t let him get a word out. If she gave him even half a chance. she was certain that he would ensnare her once again. Opening drawers and cupboards, she looked for something, anything, she could use to fight him off. The kitchen offered plenty of knives, of course, but Victoria wasn’t quite ready to graduate to ****. Instead, she took up an iron cast frying pan.

She slipped into the dark living room, just as she heard the door handle move. Padding silently across the room, she raised up the frying pan as the door swung open. A male shape entered, too lean to be Brandon, and, as if that were all the confirmation she needed, Victoria brought the pan down aiming for his head. A female voice called out and pulled him side, allowing Victoria’s strike to miss completely. Recognising the voice, Victoria reached out to the wall and flipped the light switch.

“Kendra? Kurt?” Victoria dropped the frying pan to the floor and brought her hands up to her mouth. “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Victoria!” Kendra growled, cradling Kurt’s upper body in her arms. “You nearly took his head clean off.”

“Sorrysorrrysorry,” Victoria pleaded rapidly, throwing down a hand to help him up. “I thought you might be Shawn.”

Kurt chuckled as he took her hand in his, and was hoisted back to his feet. Kendra was displeased by how lightly he was taking it. “I guess I can’t be too mad if it was meant for Shawn. Good girl.”

Victoria beamed at being called good. Yes, this was definitely the right path for her, defending herself. She felt a confidence growing inside her, making her chest swell. Part of her felt a little pathetic, being so elated at being called good, like she was no better than a dog eager to please its master, and yet another part of her reminded her that, however well-intentioned, she could have easily, seriously hurt Kurt. She shook her head to dismiss those thoughts, because they spoke to her with Shawn’s voice.

“You seem to make a habit of this,” Kendra snapped, as Kurt helped her up. “Dustin told me how you attacked him when you met a couple days ago too.”

“Well, what would you have done?” Victoria huffed, crossing her arms over her large chest. “I was alone in a strange cabin, I’d injured my ankle, and someone comes through the door. Sorry, my natural assumption is serial killer dragged me off into the words and not old friend volunteering with the park rangers.”

“Enough. No one was hurt so there’s no harm done,” Kurt interjected, as he looked around, noticing there was no one else. “Say, where’s Trent? I asked him to stick around to keep watch for Shawn.”

“Oh, Trent, he’s…uh…busy with Madison right now,” Victoria replied hesitantly. It wasn’t exactly a lie, she told herself, trying to fool herself as much as the others.

Kendra wasn’t buying it though, a Cheshire grin forming on her face. “You’re lying,” she said, looking her up and down. “You’re wet.”

“Wha?” Victoria recoiled and dropped her eyes, looking to her shorts, expecting to see a damp patch where her arousal had leaked through.

Kurt looked her up and down too, noting the sheen to her skin, and her blonde hair still heavy with water, like she’d been swimming or washing. “You do look like you just got out of the shower…but didn’t you have one earlier before we left?” His eyes widened, noticing her looking down between her legs, and remembering clearly how ‘wet’ she’d gotten yesterday down, and the terrible thought that perhaps she was covering for Shawn again crossed his mind. “You weren’t down by the lake again, were you?”

“No, no,” Victoria insisted, laughing nervously and backing away. “Truth be told, we were in the hot tub, okay? That’s why I’m wet.”

But it was another partial truth. And another one she didn’t get away with.

Kendra’s eyes narrowed, her smile somehow widening even further. “Your nipples are hard, so you’re clearly not wearing a bikini underneath that top. Sounds like someone was taking a little naked soak to me.”

“Dammit, Kendra, it’s not…” Victoria flustered, her face becoming a deep shade of red. Her eyes darted to Kurt, then fell to the floor, unsure she wanted to read his reaction. “It was just…fun…it’s not like I was trying to…it wasn’t a Shawn thing…”

Kurt’s laugh made Victoria look up again, surprised to see that he too was smiling.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m not your keeper, so you can do whatever you want,” Kurt assured her as he rubbed the back of his neck, his continued talking descending into rambling. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, so why should it matter to me…I mean, I want you to have fun and expand your horizons, even…even if it is with other guys, I just don’t need to hear about it, you know, so long you’re not acting out because of Shawn, you can have fuck who-”

“We didn’t have sex,” Victoria interjected, quick to clarify. “It was just a blow job, well, a double blow job and some phone sex, but my part was just a blow job.”

They feel silent, though only for a moment as they let that revelation sink in. Then, Kendra’s laugh pierced the quiet as she put an open palm to her forehead and shook her head. With an exasperated shrug, she said, “You two are ridiculous. She clearly doesn’t want you to think of her as the whore she is, and you’re clearly jealous.”

“She’s not a whore,” Kurt said firmly. “And I’m not jealous.”

“Well, of course, you have no reason to be,” Kendra remarked with a wave of her hand. “Not when you have the blow job I gave you to remember. The best blowjob of your life, wouldn’t you say?”

“The best?” Victoria balked. She knew that Kendra was intentionally goading her, and yet, part of her didn’t care. She still wanted to beat her, just like she’d beaten Amber. “I’ll have you know I give pretty damn great blow jobs. Remember the one I gave you on the way home that night?”

“I…okay, girls…that’s enough,” Kurt looked from one to the other, raising an open hand to both.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re good, but you were with Shawn for such a short time, so he never got the chance to properly train you. Unless…” she turned her attention to Kurt again, her grin softening to a knowing smile. “…there was some other reason you were turned on while you were tied to that chair?”

“What are you…” Kurt swallowed hard, thinking back to the warehouse, Kendra taking his cock rapidly and repeatedly over and over no matter how much he came. He should have been so sore that he should have gone soft, but something kept him hard and stiff. Was it Kendra’s mouth…or the sounds of Victoria, moaning in the cinema in the back ground?

He’d comforted himself with the thought that it was just like listening to porn. Porn of a girl he knew. But they’d had sex since and he’d heard those same moans as his cock brought her to orgasm. What was it Kendra was getting at though? Her comment seemed to have some deeper meaning than just teasing him. He glanced at Victoria who was staring at him back, thoroughly confused.

He shook his head and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then I’ll guess I’ll have to show you,” Kendra shrugged, before stepping closer to Kurt, her fingers quickly going to his belt. She looked over her shoulder at Victoria. “Grab his arms. I want this recreation to be as authentic as possible.”

“What? What?” Kurt asked, whipping his head one way and then the other, the words ‘grab his arms’ ringing in his ears.

Everything seemed to move fast. Victoria had been right beside him but seemingly suddenly she was behind him, softly hooking his arms in a nelson, simply holding his arms rather than really restraining him since she knew, if he really wanted, he could shake her off in a heartbeat. He didn’t partly because he was equally, simultaneously distracted by Kendra dropping to the floor in front of him, his belt buckle undone, his jeans loosing and beginning to slip down his legs.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, as if it wasn’t plainly obviously.

He tried to shuffle backwards, away from Kendra’s grasp, already forgetting about Victoria right behind him. She moved when he moved, though not quick enough, and she stumbled, falling backwards. With her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she pulled him down with her, half screaming when she fell and not even thinking to let him go. Together they collapsed onto the sofa, Kurt sitting between Victoria’s spread legs, pantless, his hot, hard cock exposed to the air in front of Kendra, who simply crawled closer.

“Okay, that’s much better,” Kendra said, taking his cock in hand and pumping the shaft as looked up at the pair. “Now, just imagine me in a mesh bodysuit.”

Kurt knew the exact one that she meant, picturing as it had been found in the apartment, stained and unwashed. But, in his mind, it wasn’t Kendra wearing the lingerie, it was Jennifer White, the busty park ranger trying to prove him wrong. The image made him groan, well, that and the fact that Kendra had wrapped her lips around his tip. Beside him, Victoria looked down over his shoulder, watching attentively, studying the older girl as she sucked gently on Kurt’s cockhead while her fist stroked his shaft.

Then, with the same suddenness she had demonstrated in the warehouse, she removed her hand and dove on his cock with her open mouth, sinking his whole length into her throat with a harsh gagging sound. Victoria’s eyes bugged out as she watched the brunette stuff her gullet full of Kurt’s cock, bobbing up and sucking air in before rapidly going down again, right down to the base. Beside her, Kurt groaned, the familiar feeling of her throat squeezing his cock every time it was **** inside bringing back conflicting memories of the warehouse blowjob.

Kendra slipped the cock from her lips and half frowned, bringing her hand back to his member and spreading her drool all over his cockflesh. Looking up at Kurt and Victoria, she noted, “Something is missing.”

“Yeah, my dignity,” Kurt grumbled, trying not to moan as Kendra’s hand continued to idly stroke his cock.

“No, I remember,” Kendra said brightly, looking up at the blonde. “Vicky, you need to moan.”

Victoria was startled to be addressed. “Wha…me? W-why?”

“Back in the warehouse, when I was sucking Kurt off, you were moaning in the background because Shawn was having us listen in to your date,” Kendra explained, pleasantly, like she were talking about the weather. “I’m sure you can remember what happened at the cinema…”

Victoria’s face went red as she hid herself behind Kurt’s broad shoulder. “Fuck. I forgot you’d heard that.”

“I…I didn’t really have a choice…you know Shawn,” Kurt sympathised with her, before turning his attention to Kendra. “Come on, this isn’t funny anymore. You shouldn’t make Victoria-”

“No,” Victoria whispered from behind his back. “It’s okay…if…um…it helps…”

Just hearing her voice, sounding so sweet and innocent, betrayed by the desperation, the need, in her tone, send a shiver down Kurt’s spine, even though he could feel her warm body press against his. He felt hot and cold all at once, her breath against his ear as she let out a **** moan. He heard her swallow hard, building up the courage to try again, going with a ‘mmmm’ next, this one better but not quite genuine. Not the raw, overwhelming desire he’d heard when she was in the cinema.

Satisfied that she’d gotten Victoria to play along, Kendra went back to sucking on Kurt’s cock, impaling her mouth on his whole cock in one loud, erotic gulp. Victoria gasped, still in awe at the ease with which Kendra took Kurt’s cock into her mouth, and the speed, completely surprised that it was even possible for someone to facefuck themselves. She felt Kurt tense against her body, that gasp the first legitimate vocalisation of her arousal. But maybe it was just a fluke, just Kurt tensing because of Kendra’s mouth.

She watched the older brunette some more, feeling her body tinging from seeing Kurt’s cock disappear into her mouth. It was strange, allowing herself to moan. Normally she might hold back, not wanting others to know the pleasure she was feeling, not wanting to signal to other people that yes sex was happening here. But when she gave her body permission, it was as if a dam had been broken and the gasps and moans came flooding out, all from watching Kendra roughly suck Kurt’s length.

With a pop, Kurt’s cock slipped from Kendra’s mouth and her hand began to stroke him again, his hard shape firm beneath her fingers. She smiled at Victoria, speaking directly to her, “Since you started moaning, he’s gotten so much harder. You wouldn’t believe the effect you’re having on him.”

“No…no…ah…” Victoria denied it, shaking her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to believe it, but how could her small, aroused voice be making him harder than Kendra’s expert mouth? It wasn’t possible. “Mmmm, it’s…it’s...you…your mouth…”

“Hm, maybe…but the only way to know...” her shrewd brown eyes flickering towards Kurt, seemingly darkening as they moved. “Is to ask the man himself. Tell the truth and I’ll make you cum in my mouth, just like then.”

Kurt debated with himself, briefly, though it wasn’t much of a struggle. His cock was achingly hard, his balls demanding release, and both had commandeered his senses. Gasping, he confessed, “Victoria. Hearing you getting off turned me on. It’s just so…hot.”

“Kurt…” Victoria whispered. She leaned forward, as he turned his head to hers, their mouths meeting, tongues swirling in the middle, the sweet, romantic moment somewhat ruined by the other girl who had resumed sucking on his cock. Victoria felt Kurt gasp into her mouth as the sensation of Kendra’s wet throat enveloped his shaft again.

Just like at the warehouse, it only took Kendra mere minutes of working Kurt’s cock with her throat to bring him to the edge. Or maybe it was Victoria’s kiss. Whatever it was, he could feel his balls tightening in preparation. With Victoria’s tongue wrapped around his own, he couldn’t warn Kendra, though she’d promised to make him cum in her mouth anyway. He could only groan as he felt his shaft tense, knowing that Kendra felt it too, as she began to deepthroat him at what should literally have been a break-neck pace.

He moaned into Victoria’s mouth as he felt the tightness in his balls surge up his shaft and erupt from his tip, the sense of release, deeply satisfying, like sitting back after a large meal. Kendra kept sucking, slurping noisily as she drank down every drop of cum that poured from his cock. He and Victoria were still kissing when she sat back, letting his still rigid cock fall from her lips, only parting their lips when the sounds of sucking had ceased completely.

“Then I did it again, and again, and again,” Kendra said to the two teenage faces looking back at her. “Since Shawn isn’t here…maybe you can tell me Vicky? Do you want to see me suck him again?”

“Um…” she began, but before she could finish that thought, there was the undeniable sound of a car engine pulling up outside the house. It was probably the others from the mission to Hannah’s house she surmised. She didn’t move, unsure what this meant. Her night with Kurt and Kendra was probably over at least…

But the older brunette had other ideas, jumping up to her feet as they heard the sound of car doors slamming shut. “Quick,” she instructed, already on the move. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”