O.P.P.

"Go!" Whitney commanded, hopping up on the barstool.

Vance looked the ravishing blonde teenager up and down before bursting into laughter.

"What the matter? You're the one that bragged that I didn't need to lose my panties to feel an explosive orgasm," Whitney reminded, folding her arms under her navy blue sports bra.

"I did," the dirty blond college student nodded. "What I didn't say was that I could blow your mind through a pair of yoga pants. Not that I don't love the way they showcase your legs and ass. Pure magnificent, I might add."

"Thank you." Always enjoying a compliment, Whitney took it as a peace offering and hopped off the stool. Turning so that her profile faced the young man, the cheerleading captain opted to put on a mini-performance.

Brimming always with confidence, Vance could rightfully be called cocky or arrogant. Still, even he gulped as the Diamond heiress shimmied the navy blue second-skin down and over her mouthwatering rump. And that smirk, gawd did Whitney's proud smirk drive his hormones into overdrive. Vance found nothing sexier than a gorgeous woman that flaunted her beauty with the purpose of stealing everyone else's spotlight.

"Okay, now go!" the teen ordered, repeating her earlier hop onto the stool. Whitney tried to hide it, but Vance noticed the sneaky way she studied his re-hardening cock. "Time to get on your knees."

"I'd gladly do so for you, pumpkin," Vance teased, loving the way she gasped at her father's nickname for her. "But the stool is too high for that."

Instead, Vance crouched as he ran his hands up the blonde's smooth legs until he reached her inner thighs. The light touched tickled Whitney, forcing the teen to bite her lips to keep from giggling. I do not giggle for just any man. I'm not Lacey, she vowed in her head. Whitney scooted forward a tad to distract herself from the ticklish touch, allowing her butt to slide up slightly. Concerned about losing her balance, she spread her arms out, bracing them along the bar top.

Having expected Vance to act similarly to her numerous horny dates, Whitney felt surprised when he didn't immediately push her admittedly damp panties to the side. Instead, he performed a move that both worried the girl and caused her to roll her eyes.

What's with the blowing on my kitty shit? Whitney questioned, recalling Skye's go-to move from the last night. Not that it didn't work.

A male slut in many ways, Vance preferred to think of himself as the heir to a line long of gifted lovers on his mother's French side. Taking the utmost pride in his pleasure-making skills, the college student had perfect multiple opening tactics for his new lovers. Seeking to throw off Whitney's expectations, Vance chose the series of moves that teased the woman the most. Starting off by blowing, then kissing over the lace fabric, the next move would be to lick Whitney's panties before a sudden shift to allow him unencumbered access.

However, the whole line of attack wasn't working. Vance knew it relatively quickly, and Whitney followed shortly after. They both shifted around to compensate. Whitney slid her butt further forward while her opponent slipped his hands underneath her legs. Intending to support Whitney's weight, allowing her to spread her legs wider just didn't work. Wordlessly the two competitors glanced up and nodded.

"Where you want to do this? The couch? Armchair?" Vance inquired.

"And give you easier access for your final move? I think not!" Whitney dismissed, still suspicious over his ultimate intention.

Doing a quick scan of the room, Vance motioned to his left with a grin.

"How about there? It seems fitting for our bet."

"Fine, whatever," Whitney attempted to sound annoyed. Yet, inside she totally agreed with his point. Performing their bet at the card table seemed very fitting.

Jumping back down, Whitney felt a wave of embarrassment as her legs felt shaky. What the hell?! I'm not a little schoolgirl fooling around for the first time. I'm not Ramsey! Correcting her gait by ****, Whitney strode over to her father's custom gambling table. Spinning around so that her back faced it, the cheerleader showed off her agility by springing back to sit on the table.

"All settled, pumpkin?" Vance asked as Whitney slid back a tad more and spread her legs somewhat.

"Don't call me that again or else," the Diamond daughter warned.

"Or what?" Vance countered, pulling the chair back. Whitney's comeback faltered as he sat down on the chair, pulling it forward.

"Really?"

"I have manners when I dine."

"Oh boy, you're something."

"I know."

"I didn't mean that in a good way," Whitney pointed out.

"You will," Vance responded, flashing a cocky grin. "You sure about this?"

Licking her lips in anticipation of a victory along with a badly needed orgasm, Whitney felt a small tremor run through her body. This is so wicked. Here she was in her cabin's rec room, all out in the open, where anyone could see her, and Whitney Diamond was about to let a man other than her boyfriend attempt to bring her to an orgasm. Any second thoughts flashed through her mind within two seconds and vanished.

Rather than receive a verbal reply, Vance knew it was game time when Whitney grabbed his head, forcing it into her crotch. Commencing his licking, Vance decided after about ten seconds to drop his earlier plan. Despite the pressure from Whitney's hands, Vance pried his head back enough so that he could reach a hand in front of his face. Pushing the wet panties aside, a pretty pink pussy welcomed him. Vance allowed himself a fleeting smile as he inhaled the scent of the aroused girl before plunging his tongue forward.

Despite her haughty attitude, Whitney reacted like all other girls. When his mouth seized her clit within seconds, nibbling it gently, Whitney's legs slammed shut around his ears. Moans, groans, and gasps followed as the teen didn't utter any coherent words.

After his initial nibbling, Vance altered to flicking his tongue against her clit. That brought a further tightening of the legs around his head as the blonde-haired teenager writhed around her father's table. When the Vandermeer scion turned to a sucking motion, neither teen expected the sudden twist in their competition.

Whitney exploded.

Later, when she looked back on her dalliance in the recreation room, Whitney would shake her head at how fast she orgasmed. She'd find a string of excuses or rationalizations, but deep down would know that Vance made her cum really, really fast. Faster than she could recall ever coming.

It was a solid one too. No cheap, premature cum for the teen. Whitney's thighs had tightened into almost a **** grip around Vance's head as her ass bucked off the table. Her crotch also slammed fiercely into his face as she wailed out, covering his air-**** face with her juices.

Prying the killer legs away, Vance gulped down several badly needed breaths of oxygen. That didn't faze the young man as he basked in how quickly he'd scored the victory in their bonus round of the competition. Twice he's beaten Whitney's expectations. Next up would be his long-awaited opportunity with Peyton Tarver. Still, before he could bring pleasure to his Pretty Peyton, Vance took a moment to gloat.

"Tell me, who else was better?"

With a searing look plastered on her face, Whitney didn't respond. At least not with words. Reaching down, she slid her panties down while lifting her butt off the table. Vance watched in pleasant surprise as the soaked garment slid down to her ankles before getting kicked across the room.

Spreading her legs as wide as possible, Whitney eyes blazed as she barked out, "Another!"

"Wait; what about--"

"Fuck everyone else. Gimme another!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Vance pulled his chair closer to the table. Whitney countered by sliding her ass forward, presenting him with her treasure box. With his talented tongue, Vance swiftly transformed it into his personal music box.

Having mostly grunted and gasped through her first cum, the true Whitney Diamond now came out to play. Commands were barked out at a rapid pace. Dirty talk flowed out of her mouth nearly as fast as her juices.

"Lick that pussy! You got a talented tongue when you don't use it for talking," came the backhanded compliment.

Vance didn't mind the orders or the filth directed at him. Besides loving the taste of pussy, the Vandermeer playboy thoroughly enjoyed watching an uptight girl or women descend to her baser desires. And Whitney proved the tales of her family's sexual cravings to be true.

"Eat me! Fucking eat me, you bastard!" the cheerleading captain drilled into his head as her heels pummeled his back repeatedly.

Feeling like a racehorse unappreciated by his jockey, Vance moved to reassert his stallion status.

"Oh, yeah, lick--YES! Finger me, use your finger!" Whitney cried as Vance inserted a single digit inside her honey hole.

"I love a, ugh, finger in me! Put another in. Another, dammit!" Whitney screamed down at the back of his head.

A second finger joined his compatriot.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck my cunt!" Whitney screamed at the ceiling after throwing her head backward. "More, more, MORE!!!"

When Vance made it a trio, Whitney climaxed for the second time. Gripping down on a thigh with his free hand, Vance continued to plunge his finger triad in and out. Even the ear-bursting keening that rang through the room didn't stop him.

If someone comes, someone comes. Fuck it! Vance thought, caring less if they got caught at this point.

Having collapsed against the poker table, Whitney's chest heaved as she replenished her oxygen level. A small whimper emitted from her open mouth as Vance withdrew his fingers from her other lips. A sudden feeling of emptiness hit the teenager.

Sitting up, Whitney reached for her chest. Finding the front zipper on the navy blue sports bra, the blonde pulled down. To Vance's already pounded ears, the unzipping sound equaled the bass bumping from the floor above.

With his eyes locked in, a magnificent pair of tanned tits popped free. With her opponent hypnotized by the swaying globes capped with pretty pink nipples, Whitney slid the sports bra off, flinging it across the come to who knows where.

"Another for the queen," the queen bee of Honey Hollow High ordered in a soft voice.

Mesmerized by the magnificent rack, Vance didn't respond.

"Do as your queen commands!" Whitney screeched, slapping sense back into him with a blow to the head.

Vaulting forward, Vance sprung into action. For the third time, he sampled the teen's tasty twat. Unfortunately, Whitney craved more than a simple tongue by now.

"No, fingers!" she instructed, using corporal punishment again to stress her demand.

"Geez, lay off with the slaps, will ya?" Vance remarked, pulling his head back. Two fingers plunged inside the cunt, shutting her up for a moment.

Leaning back, the lover of blondes admired the sight before him. As his two fingers pistoned the stuck-up teen, he noted how her attitude hadn't dropped despite cumming multiple times. I'm something? Whitney's a piece of work. Any man that puts a ring on her is going to have his work cut out for him.

Unable to resist any longer, Vance stood up. Leaning forward, he attacked those delectable pink tips.

"Yes, suck my tits!"

Using his left hand, the dirty blond mauled the blonde's left breast while licking the right. Vance's natural instincts took over after a brief switch of his tongue to the abused left mammary. Clamping down hard on the right nipple, his animalistic side emerged. Searching for milk from his mate, Vance sucked with all his might. Unfortunately, his partner didn't have the life-nourishing liquid in her. Snarling at the failure, he tore his mouth off the breast and studied the lovely creature before him.

With Whitney whimpering from the combined ****, the Vandermeer scion smirked as he decided to find his fortune elsewhere. A change in tactics left only his thumb rubbing her nub, freeing his middle finger to set out for uncharted territory.

"My ass!" Whitney shrieked, her body shooting forward as a foreign intruder probed her pucker.

"Such a tight ass too," Vance stated, grabbing the back of the teen's neck and pulling her face close to his. Without any regrets, he pushed his finger deeper inside.

"Ass...my ASS!!!" the blonde teen bellowed as she hit the orgasm trifecta.

Exiting the bathroom after washing his finger, Vance stood and watched the effect of his dual victory. Sprawled across the poker table, Whitney murmured as she caressed one of her breasts.

With his dick cocked like a deadly weapon, Vance needed more. Like a guided missile, the heat-seeking cock brought him back to the table to stand between Whitney's legs. Reaching down, he grabbed the cheerleader's hips. Lifting her, Vance swung the teen around. Deciding it was time to change the game, he placed Whitney onto the pool table, positioning her a the edge so that her legs hung down from the knees. Dropping down, he proceeded to issue a series of sweet, loving kisses to the pretty pussy.

"What?" Whitney questioned, returning to her senses.

"I'm bored with playing cards. Wanna try using my stick to knock a ball into your hole?" Vance asked, unable to hold back a chuckle.

"Sounds yummy," the teen moaned, stretching out like a cat awakening.

"How do you want to do this?" Vance asked, repeating Whitney's question from the start of their competition.

"Hard and fast."

"Shock and awe style?" Vance inquired, recalling Whitney's attack style for his handjob.

"No mercy rule," the blonde winked.

"Alright, prepare for...shit, I probably should ask this first. Are you sure? This would be cheating for sure," Vance pointed out, showing incredible willpower. It would be that willpower and respect that the Diamond heiress would remember for the rest of her life.

"Aw, fuck," Whitney groaned. It wasn't Owen's face that she saw, but her own father's. Remembering how her dad warned her to never follow in his footsteps and cheat, the blonde teenager frowned at almost breaking her cheating cherry. Seeking a possible way forward, she turned that frown upside down. "How about a tit fuck?"

"Take it, rich bitch!" Vance roared.

The ropes of cum splashed across the teenager's face. Closing her eyes in the nick of time, Whitney felt spunk hit her forehead, her eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally her lips. Figuring that swallowing another man's cum would be definitely cheating, she fought the urge to part her lips.

A few nudges toward the man on top of her brought what she wanted as Vance hurried off and returned with a towel. Once finished cleaning off the cum, Whitney opened her eyes to see her ex-opponent looking down at her in concern.

"Ah, sorry about that last part."

"Painting my face without a warning or calling me a rich bitch?" Whitney queried.

"Uh, both," Vance responded, turning his hands palm up as he shrugged.

"For the record, calling me a rich bitch is weird since your family is rich too, ya know."

"I thought it was better than slut."

"Good call, buster," Whitney growled. "But I think having a guy blow his load on my face is the definition of cheating. Fuck!"

"Whoa, hold up, we didn't cheat," Vance argued, causing the teen to raise her eyebrows. "See, not only did we never actually fuck, but we also never kissed. So that's not cheating!"

Whitney didn't respond with words. Her laughter filled the room as Vance staggered to lay down on the pool table at her side. Neither game competitor noticed that a redhead scurried around the corner from the stairs as she half-dragged a brunette with blonde highlights behind her. Nor did they hear the loud click as a bedroom door shut. The music from upstairs hid the secrets down below.