Delightful, Dangerous Holes

The tongue greedily lapped up the combined juices covering the pair of balls. A soft moan came from the puddle of flesh sprawled out in exhaustion on the bed. As the tongue snaked upward to the limp manhood, it began long licks up and down in an attempt to resuscitate the life-making member. The slithering and slathering version of CPR started to show incremental success, leading to an increase in tongue pressure.

"I think it's dead for now, Jo. Why don't we rest for a while?" Jared suggested, barely able to lift his head to watch his new lover's efforts.

"C'mon, Jare. Just one more time. That's all I need. Please?" JoJo whined her need for another round of sex, giving her a second wind of energy. Not bothering to wait for a response, the brunette went back to work, swirling her tongue around the totem she planned to worship for infinity.

"If you wait until later, I MIGHT--watch the tip, watch the tip!" the stocky teen shrieked. He felt both exquisite pleasure and pain from the sensitive skin on his knob, sending shivers into his body.

"Have...I...told...you...how...much...I...love...this...cock? Your...cock...is...awesome!" JoJo said, in-between each of her licks.

"I think ten or a hundred times so far," Jared replied with a grin. He slowly began to wake back up as his cock did.

"And...I'll...never...stop."

Laying his head back against the pillow, Jared stared at the ceiling, his thoughts swirling over how crazy this all turned out to be. Never in a million years would he have imagined his old friend worshiping his cock after already cumming three times in her. Almost as unbelievable had to be JoJo's personality shift when she got horny. Tilting his head back up, he could see the mess of wet hair bobbing up and down. Usually, a shy, body-conscious girl, JoJo seemed not only to have lost those qualities at the moment in the bedroom, but she reveled in flaunting her big tits and athletic figure.

"All back!" she cried out, taking pride in bringing his staff back to full-mast.

"Well, you did it. So you get to choose. How does my Little Red Riding Hood want it?"

Without any hesitation, JoJo scrambled over to the empty side of the bed. Getting on all fours, she gave him her best come hither look.

"I want it like this, Mister Big Bad Wolf."

Rolling off the bed, Jared nearly tumbled over on his jelly legs. Bracing himself on the nightstand, he worked to get some blood flowing back into his tired limbs.

"Hurry up, Mister Wolf, my picnic basket needs stuffing," JoJo ordered, shaking her ass from side to side.

"Doesn't she get eaten in the older versions?" Jared asked, moving around the bed toward her, smiling when he realized he already ate his fairy tale vixen earlier.

"What a deep voice you have!" JoJo stated, mimicking the old fairy tale. Waiting for the next part that never came, she sighed. "You're supposed to say: The better to greet you with!"

"Uh, sorry," Jared half-heartedly apologized, his attention focused on her wiggling, delectable derriere.

"Goodness, what big balls you have!" JoJo said, opting to change the line for fun. Not even waiting for a reply, she finished, "The better to seed you with!"

Taking a grip on her upper thighs, Jared tugged her back into a better position for a round of doggy style. Moving his hand up, he palmed her twin ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them.

"And what big hands you have!"

"The better to fuck you with," Jared supplied. "So, you want it doggy style?"

"Nuh-uh, Mister Wolf," JoJo responded with an emphatic shake of her head. "I want it tiger style!"

"Tiger style?" Jared repeated with a soft chuckle at JoJo's improvisation. "Okay, you got it, tigress."

Feeding his shaft past her outer folds, Jared grunted as he began to push into her riding hole. "Ugh! So fucking tight!"

"Better to take you with," JoJo remarked, wincing at the pain.

Taking his time, Jared slowly moved his dick in and out, going a little further each time. Once his shaft became fully sheathed inside of the slim snatch, he looked up to see JoJo's head hanging down.

"You okay?" JoJo nodded. "Feels fuller this way, huh?" JoJo nodded again with bigger nods.

After giving her a few moments to adjust, he started to pump his cock into her constricting tunnel at a steady pace. Leaning forward, Jared placed loving kisses along her flawless back after every thrust forward. The cooing he received in return warmed his heart. Placing his left hand up her back, he ran his palm up and down her spine, caressing her glowing skin. Taking note that JoJo's string of dirty talk had quieted down, Jared carefully increasing the pace of his pumping incrementally.

"Full...so...fucking full!"

"Too much for you?" her lover teased, earning him a whipped-around head and a hard glare.

Tightening her grip on the bundled blankets in front of her, JoJo hung her head almost to the mattress, taking deep breaths. Using her fistfuls of the sheets as leverage, the soccer star flung her body back, attempting to meet every one of Jared's thrusts. A mismatched rhythm at first, the duo eventually synchronized. Having cum three times already, Jared knew his next orgasm was still far off, but he could tell JoJo's wouldn't take much longer based on the heavy panting and moaning.

With one hand gripping her hip, Jared ran the other one down her back. Tracing the curve of her butt cheeks, over her tail end and back, a light bulb went off in his brain. Taking hold of both compact cars on her caboose, the experienced lover shifted one hand, bringing his thumb near an opening not yet explored. Grinning deviously, he plunged his thumb inside JoJo's virgin ass.

Hips jerking violently, Jared grabbed them firmly as JoJo howled out an ear-splitting orgasm.

Pulling their jackets on as they bolted out of the bunkroom door, Austin and Newt raced down the stairs, taking several steps at once. In better shape and with longer legs, Austin hit the door leading outside first, tumbling out into the cold. Three steps behind him, Newt felt the bitter air slam into him while he also ran into the back of a stopped Austin.

The pinging sounds could be heard again, louder now than in their room. Also heard was the banging of the side door leading into the boathouse, likely left open by the person out on the lake and now swinging in the steady wind. As Austin jogged toward the dock, Newt stopped to peer into the main portion of the boathouse. Inside he saw a pile of tools and summer boating equipment laying in a disorganized mess, clearly not the way Mr. Diamond stored things around the cabin. Turning the light off, Newt shut the door, hurrying to catch up to the other boy.

"Jesus, is he crazy?" the high school quarterback questioned out loud to himself, stopping at the edge of the dock over the water. "That's fucking insane."

Thinking the same thing as he reached the start of the dock, Newt peered out onto the moonlight-covered lake. There, a man swung a long object downward at a different long object sticking out from the ice. When the two connected, a metal pinging sound echoed across the frozen waters.

Is that a boat oar? Newt asked himself of the object being swung down. And is that a shovel jammed into the ice?

"Mr. Singer! Uh, what are you doing?" Austin called out as Fred swung down again with the oar but missed as the voice distracted him. Both boys watched as he fell to the ice, a loud string of curses following.

"Say something else," Newt instructed.

"Like what? I don't even know what he's doing!"

"Ask him!"

"Fine," Austin said with a dismissive wave at the other teen. "Mr. Singer, maybe that's not a good idea."

"Fu-fudging leash me alloon!" Fred shouted, climbing back to his feet. "Nusy broths."

"He's drunk as a skunk," the more experienced drinker of the teens remarked, turning to look at the nerd at his side.

They both flinched as the pinging sound rang out.

"That ice can't hold for long," Newt pointed out, studying the frozen surface. "He's lucky it's thick near the shore. We need to stop him."

"How?" Austin asked, peering down at the ice. "The way he's chopping down on the ice, it might not hold another person's weight."

"Mr. Singer!"

"Shutch ep!"

"Look, I'm going to run back to the cabin and get help. You stay here and keep him distracted," Austin relayed the play he wanted to run.

"Why do I have to stay?!"

"Denton, I'm the better athlete. Are you going to run back and not get winded halfway there? Yeah, I thought so," Austin remarked, seeing the nervous look by Newt. "I'll find Lace's parents and Finn. Maybe they can talk some sense into him."

"But what am I supposed to do?" Newt called out helplessly as Austin started to jog off the dock.

"Keep him distracted!"

Newt turned back to the lake and saw Mr. Singer slip as he lifted the metal oar up again. At least, Finn's father falling to his knees again bought the teenager more time to think up a way to distract the drunk man.

"But how?"

The teenager whimpered as her body dug into the mattress, electric currents of bliss shooting throughout her body. Panting heavily, the young woman couldn't fathom how such pleasure could come from a once-unthinkable source. Palming her perky breast, she pinched her pink nipple, adding another wave of tingles. Biting her lip, the teen's eyes shot open as another wave of pleasant little bursts shot through her body.

Having already cum twice in the short period of time in the room, the redhead's body arched as she could feel the next bodyquake on the verge of starting. While her right hand palmed her own medium-sized breast, her left hand found itself tangled in a mess of brown hair mixed with blonde highlights. Pushing down hard, Lacey tried to shove Skye's tongue as far as she could into her pussy.

"Oh, I love this! So good, so fucking good!" Arching her back again, her tight ass lifted off the bed, taking Skye's head with it. "Feels sooo GOOOOD!!"

The squirt of teen juice shocked Skye, but the young woman quickly recovered, swallowing the tasty treat. Her mouth followed the candy dispenser as Lacey's body slammed back into the bed. Lifting her head from Lacey's kitty, the young woman stared up the teen's taut body with a Cheshire grin.

Crawling along the teen's quivering body, Skye ran her hand along the flushed skin, making sure to pay attention to those heaving breasts. Ticking the young flesh oranges, the sizzling smokeshow hovered her body over the barely legal cheerleader. Waiting for the aftereffects of the orgasm to subside, Skye stared deep into Lacey's eyes as they opened, captivating her.

"Hi."

"Never...I never knew it could be like that," the petite redhead replied.

Dipping her lips down, Skye issued a soft, loving kiss to the adorable high schooler. Two pairs of eyes were spellbound as the cheerleader began to return the model's kiss. Kissable lips were licked, sucked, and bitten. Lacey found herself enthralled at knowing the sweet juices she cleaned off of Skye's mouth belonged to herself. That spurred on her passionate makeout session with the older waitress. Tongues caressed, sucked, and the battle for supremacy in the battlefield of their mouths. A probing finger inside her dripping wet snatch ended up snapping Lacey from her hypnotic state.

"Nuh-uh," the red-haired teen said, breaking off their long, lust-filled kiss. "You've made me cum enough. It's your turn now."

Showing off her cheerleading skills, Lacey flipped Skye over, straddling her stomach with a little leap. Holding the brunette's gaze, the sweet matchmaker took hold of the perfect C-cups. Palming them, she rolled them around, testing their weight, firmness, and bounciness. Satisfied with her physical examination, the featherweight girl slid down a few inches until her face was level with the model's moneymakers.

Lacey's taste test went swimmingly well. She loved the feeling and thrill she felt, squeezing the breasts and sucking on the eraser-hard nipples. I wonder what it would be like to suck on other girls' tits? Lacey mused, images of breasts of all sizes that she knew well from the showers after games and extra-intense practices. Whitney's magnificent knockers. Cat's seductive succulents and Roxie's chocolate-dipped treats. Would Kaitlin's pale, freckled jaw-droppers taste better than Yumi's ditzy duskies? What of Aurora's firm, forbidden headliners? The wicked thought of sucking those as Austin rammed her from behind nearly sent Lacey into another orgasmic bliss.

Her body felt on fire from the warmth created by the close contact with Skye and the burning desires inside of her; Lacey lost track of everything except those wondrous twin mounds and their dusky tips. It even took her a short time to realize that Skye's hand sought to push her head away and down to her needy peach.

"Cupcake," Skye said, her husky voice waking Lacey. The teen shuddered from a micro-orgasm at being called cupcake in this sexual situation. "Cupcake, I'm going to need you to take care of my pudding. I'm so close already."

Gliding down, Lacey paused to admire the view as her new lover spread her legs further apart. Such a beautiful pussy. So many men must dream of seeing this when they look at her pictures, and yet I'm the one about to taste it. Already in love with the bare pussy, Lacey darted her tongue out, tentatively tasting her first sampling of girl juice straight from the source. Quickly deciding she liked--no, loved-- the taste, the loyal girlfriend, began to actively take charge of a sexual act with another person. Running her tongue along the whole of Skye's slit, Lacey's mind considered the ramifications of her actions. Jerking off Sean in a haze and allowing Skye to go down on her twice now seemed less like cheating as she had been a semi-active participant in strange situations. Now, with her tongue greedily lapping at its first pussy, Lacey knew there were no excuses to be made. She was cheating on Austin with another person. Sure, it's a girl, one that he would give his left nut to watch go at it with his girlfriend, but it was still crossing a line in Lacey's mind.

Wasting no time, Lacey found her new lover's clit. Targeting it with her tongue, she flicked, licked, and sucked, quickly causing Skye's body to thrash around. Then, forced to grab the bucking brunette's hips, the little ginger's tongue rolled over the clit, floating the wannabe model's body on a sea of bliss.

Shoving the teen's mouth away, Skye gasped for air. "Did you hear that? I think someone was shouting."

"Who cares," Lacey replied, diving back in to finish the first orgasm. Dreams of her upcoming inaugural 69 with another girl already heating up the furnace between her legs.