The Ballad of Bradley & Cindy (Side Story)

Cindy lost her concentration as Cheryl let out a cacophonous, unmistakably sexual moan. For the past five minutes, Cindy had been so overcome with boredom she'd taken to teasing any of the boys with enough of a libido to allow their eyes to wander over her and her fellow girls, instead of listening to that boring old fuddy duddy Partridge go on about something related to a long-dead author named Oscar Wilde; she sat there, forcing her expansive chest through the narrow gap between her arms, which were resting against the table, hands pointing upwards. As she pushed her unwieldy e-cups through said gap, the fabric of her shirt would go taut, creases appearing in it as it stretched to its limits (or near enough) and her breasts swelled forward, pressed together and bulging out in the most eye-catching way. Her bra was intentionally undersized, she'd always liked the feel of her barely-constrained mammaries threatening to spill out of the cups, it made her feel daring and sexy. Out of the corner of her eye, she'd caught the fairly unremarkable but respectably-cute Bradley staring openly at her chest, not even attempting to hide his keen interest in what she was doing with it.

Cindy couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that she'd reeled one in, so she shifted position slightly and angled her body so that those great mounds of hers were facing Bradley, and continued squeezing them through the space between her arms. Bradley seemed to like that very much, his eyes bearing the slightly-glassy-but-fixed look of either the hypnotised, or the uncontrollably horny. Cindy pouted, heaving her chest out once more, the naughty little cherries that accentuated her areolas beneath her bra just barely visible through the somewhat sheer material of her shirt. She'd gone on like that for a while...and then Cheryl had started yowling like a cat in heat, and Cindy had lost concentration, looking over at the idiotic blonde and in so doing, accidentally pushing her shirt a little too hard. She heard a loud pinging as the top few buttons flew off of it, three striking the walls and window opposite her, the fourth striking an unfortunate young man sitting in front of the window squarely on the forehead. Cindy lost her balance and slumped forward, her boobs landing on the table with a loud slap, and her bra now fully visible, the cherries seeming almost mocking of her accidental exposure, as they drew the eyes of any who saw right to the centre of one breast or the other. Cindy flushed, her eyes darting back to Bradley, embarrassment mingled with disappointment as she saw he, like most everyone else had turned his attention to Cheryl. Shame, really. Despite having shown off more than she'd first intended, she wouldn't have minded so much if Bradley had been the one to lay eyes on what she was packing.

She went to excuse herself, battling her own breasts in an effort to stuff them back into her busted shirt. As she rose to leave the room, Bradley glanced back at her, his eyes going quite wide indeed when he saw her current state. Cindy tried to salvage the situation, and flashed him a naughty smile, all but beckoning for him to follow her. Bradley, like a good little horndog, did as he was bid. Cindy made for the nearest bathroom once out in the hallway, and Bradley was hot on her heels, undeterred even when she disappeared into the Girls' bathroom. Once safely inside, she abandoned all pretence of modesty and allowed her shirt to fall back open, her buxom boobs falling back out, the design of the bra acting as the literal 'cherry on top' of the whole image from Bradley's point of view. Cindy tried to search for the right words to communicate where her head was at, but was only able to come up with, "You're fit, for a Ginger. Wanna fuck?"

Bradley didn't bother verbalising his answer, instead he went up to her and kissed her full on the lips. Cindy hadn't been expecting it, but she welcomed it now that it had arrived. Her right foot lifted up behind her in a gesture right out of a romance novel or film, and she pulled him in closer by his collar, returning the kiss with equal passion. When they finally broke off from it, Bradley followed up this romantic gesture by eyeing Cindy's tits with the kind of animal cunning most straight boys seem to get when they come upon a pair of bonafide Double-Es in the wild. Cindy understood his intent without him saying a word, and she dutifully unclasped her bra from the back, allowing it to fall to the ground. The falseness of the cherries replaced by the very real sight of her dark brown nipples, the area around her areolas crisscrossed with faint blue veins. Bradley didn't wait a second longer, he plunged his face into those tits and got things off to a rollicking start by motorboating them to hell and back. Cindy giggled at the sensation, then gasped as Bradley stopped and clamped his lips around her right nipple, sucking on it with gay abandon.

"Holy shit!" She whispered, as she discovered a hitherto unknown side to herself, one that apparently had a thing for having her tits sucked. Bradley went at the stiff little nub of her nipple as if he were about to be sent off to war, likely to never return. Cindy sagged against him as she felt herself start to get wet in response to this distinctly unorthodox bit of stimulus, putting her arms around his neck and leaving little kisses all up and down his throat. Once or twice, Cindy would gasp again as he slipped in a little too much tooth, nicking her nip with a molar or a canine and quickly correcting his mistake when she chided him. After several minutes of pure, unadulterated bliss, Cindy decided it was time to return the favour. She unlooped her hands from his neck and reached down, stroking the exterior of his trousers on the crotch, then grinning from ear to ear as Little Bradley came out to play, rising from the deep as she rubbed his shaft. Cindy whisperer something in his ear, and he reluctantly broke off his oral exploration of her boob to stagger with her over to the nearest stall, awkwardly squeezing themselves inside before closing the door behind them.

He went to continue his tit sucking, when she pressed a finger against his lips and shook her head. "Down, boy!" She laughed. "I want to do something else, something more..." She bit her lip. "Serious." Bradley caught her meaning quickly enough, and he went to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers as she fumbled with her skirt, sliding her plain white panties down to her thighs and leaving them there as she planted her feet apart and prepared to receive him. Bradley was all too ready to give her what she so clearly wanted, and as he shucked his boxers down to his ankles, his member sprang proudly up to full mast, and he put his arms around her as they came together. Cindy moaned as he entered her, and Bradley moaned right along with her. They began rutting there in the stall without any consideration of who else, if anyone, might walk in. His cock was as impressive in size as Cindy's breasts, relatively speaking, and she openly let out squeaky cries of pleasure as he drove it up inside her pussy. Cindy was drooling a smidge from all of it, and when he noticed, Bradley went in for another kiss, heedless to the saliva dripping down the front of his shirt.

Their lips stayed locked together even as his pounding continued, and Cindy gyrated her hips and slipped him her tongue simultaneously; they provided each other pleasure on two fronts at once, and when they reached down and started fondling each others' backsides, two became three. The stall was a confined space, but as their copulations progressed, they made it work for them. After the traditional hole was plumbed, Cindy turned and lifted her skirt to provide Bradley access to another, and by the look on his face you might think all his Christmases had 'come' at once. Before he could act, Cindy reached around and parted her own cheeks, and Bradley, despite being indoors, saw a star. With some careful navigation, Bradley negotiated his considerable girth up and into Cindy's arsehole, stalling momentarily, unsure of himself for a brief instant.

Cindy sensed his hesitation, and yelled at him over her shoulder, "DON'T STOP! FUCK ME IN THE ARSE, BRADLEY THOMAS!"

Bradley had never been one for refusing such direct requests, so he plunged himself into her anus and thanked his lucky stars he'd found a girl so eager to let him do it. He marvelled at the tightness of it, how closely the contours of her butthole suctioned cupped around his dick. It was like having his cock vaccuum sealed; Cindy's hungry, hungry arse felt as if it would never let him go, and a part of him wished it never would. Wasting no time, he started ramming her against the side of the stall, her breasts cushioning her like the airbags of a car, preventing her from hitting it too harshly. "Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" She shrieked. "I can't get pregnant from this so I don't give a shit if you cum in there or not, just get it done, oh fuck me, get it done!" Bradley nodded, his only verbal response a guttural grunt, then kept right on fucking her in the arse. A few blissful minutes later, and he felt himself on the verge of cumming. "Hoooh...oh shit, it's coming!" He groaned.

"Let it come! Let it co—" she was interrupted by a sensation both of them felt with incredible intensity. Bradley's cock went the way of Vesuvius, a fine load of semen rising up through it and shooting out the top and into Cindy's arsehole. Cindy let out a long, satisfied sigh as she felt the sticky wad shoot up deep into her butt, and she sagged against the wall, slowly sliding down it toward the floor. Bradley gasped for air, then, with a look of longing, extracted his Sword from Cindy's Stone, biting his lip as he felt the suction cup-like seal of her butthole pull at his still-sensitive head. He fell backwards against the other wall, and they both stayed there, panting like animals with their underwear tangled round their legs and their faces red as radishes.

Bradley looked up at the ceiling, noting with only momentary interest that one of the ceiling tiles looked slightly discoloured, before turning his gaze back down to Cindy, who even post-bathroom-coitus, with her skirt flipped up over her back and her panties at her thighs, still looked a vision of feminine allure to his eyes. With some difficulty, she turned her body to face him, and her tits flopped back onto her chest. Bradley felt a funny little twinge in his dick, and only barely resisted the urge to do something entirely new but incredibly lewd to those boulders of hers. Cindy seemed to intuit what he was thinking, and jokingly put her hands over them — they barely covered the area immediately surrounding her areolas — and said, "Not on your life, ginger boy. I'm all...tuckered...out."

Bradley chuckled. "Me too," he replied, and at last he fell to his knees and forward into her arms. This had been the best twenty minutes of his life, and all things considered, he'd have given anything to do it all over again.