Inside her (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Where Matt came was really not up to him. He tried his best to pull out, but his crush's vacuum tight pussy spasming around his rod made that difficult. Not only that, but when he did try to move back, Sarah's hips slammed back to chase his anyway. In a final **** attempt to free his dick, he took her by the hips and physically stepped backward, only for Sarah's tight grip and pursuing ass to keep her joined to him anyway.

The end result, was the pair of them suddenly overbalancing. Their eyes both went wide at once as they suddenly fell from their position on the table, an audible squeak of shock escaping Sarah's lips as sharp fingernails skidded uselessly off the polished wood. With his cock still buried deep inside her, Matt landed on his bony butt with a thump, and Sarah's much softer ass landed on top of him.

Luckily for both of them, rather than bending his cock, the fall just sank it even deeper into Sarah's gushing cunt. That powerful thrust, which was a complete shock to both of them, triggered both of their orgasms at the same time. At the deepest point possible of Sarah's fertile pussy, Matt's cock burst like a firehose, even as her whole body seized around him.

Another squeal, of pleasure rather than surprise this time, burst from Sarah's lips. Her whole body seemed to tingle as she fell back against Matt, her bare back pressing against his hot chest as her sweet-scented red hair spilled over his shoulder. In a flash of instinct his arms wrapped around her, too late to catch her fall, but just in time to cradle her through her orgasm. They might have only been weedy twigs, but they made Sarah feel safe as she melted in their embrace.

With no chance or hope of escape, Matt's hips bucked against Sarah again in time with the bursts of cum from his throbbing cock. He was smart enough to know that cumming deep inside a young woman with no protection and no clue if she was on birth control was a bad idea, but since he had ****, he sat there and enjoyed it. The warm walls of her pussy shuddering around his cock milked his heavy balls dry, while his unconfident hands caressed her silky skin.

Risky or not, pouring his load into his crush like this still felt like heaven.

He wasn't the only one enjoying the moment. Atop him, Sarah had closed her eyes again to bask in the warm glow. Now she was on the floor, her curling toes and twitching legs found purchase on the carpet, which helped to keep her grounded throughout her very intense orgasm.

Matt's cock hilting itself so deeply and forcefully inside of her had struck her like a lightning bolt, driving her mind blank and forcing out a quick squirt of girlcum on to the carpet. Her hands had gone from playing with herself to weakly holding on to her lovers forearms, stroking him gently as she even forgot who he was and where they both were.

"Mmm, mmph, ahh," she moaned quietly into his ear, feeling too good to muster any actual words. Rolling her head on his shoulder, she weakly kissed his cheek, her eyelids fluttering as the aftershocks of her orgasm wore off. Soon, his cock fired it's final salvo into her womb, one last spurt that made their bodies shiver in unison a final time. For a little while after that, they just lay still, a sloppy and twisted pile of intertwined arms and legs.

Sarah felt his cock softening between her legs, breaking a seal she didn't know existed and allowing his cum to begin to trickle out of her. As her breathing returned to normal, she kissed her partner's jaw again and **** her eyes open, only to blink in surprise when she remembered who was holding her. It was Matt's bony and bespectacled face that greeted her, rather than a handsome lover like she was used to.

Turning her head from him she tried to get up, only to find that her legs were still too weak, making her fall back into his lap. "Y-you alright?" He asked, his skinny arms clutching her protectively again, until she limply swatted them away.

"I'm fine," Sarah huffed, blushing as she placed her head on his shoulder and looked away. The dick had been so good that she had almost forgotten who it belonged to, now remembering who she had been fucking left her feeling conflicted.

"What? What's wrong?" Matt asked, his newfound confidence fading as he stared at the back of his crush's head. In a vain attempt to soothe her, he caressed one hand unsteadily down her forearm again, just for her to shrug him off.

"Nothing," she muttered, mustering all her strength to lift herself again. This time, rather than aiming to stand up, she set her sights lower. She just shifted herself enough so that Matt's flaccid dick would fall out of her, another wave of conflicted emotion washing over her as she saw it's soft, but still impressive, length fall between his legs.

"Are you sure? It sounds like something's bothering you, what is it?" He asked again, resting his chin on her bare shoulder. Unlike most guys, who would ask her what was wrong when really they were asking "why aren't we fucking right now," Matt sounded genuinely concerned. If this was just an act he was putting on to fuck her, then it was a convincing one. Once she had pushed him away, his hands had rested gently on her sides rather than making another attempt to touch her, a respectful detail that a liar would probably have missed.

They were silent for a while, with only the tickle of Matt's breath on the nape of her neck to confirm he was still looking at her. "I-I I'm sorry Sarah," he muttered, "It's just that, I c-c-care about you, and if something's wro-"

"It's your stamina!" She hissed suddenly, wheeling to face him with fire in her eyes that made him quail. "That was pathetic," she ranted, "that was barely two minutes, probably not even ten thrusts, I know you're a virgin but that was ridiculous. You think you can get away with that just because you're hung like a horse?!"

"B-but d-didn't you cu-?" He tried to interrupt her, only for her to bulldoze past him and continue speaking.

"Oh, just cause I squirted all over you, you think you're Mister perfect?" She yelled, pink filling her cheeks as she brought her face even closer to his. "We're going to have to fucking work on making you last as long as a real man right away! There's no way my boyfriend can be some two pump chump!"

"B-boyfriend?" Matt's eyes lit up at the word, like he had just unwrapped exactly what he wanted on Christmas morning.

"Yes, if we can-" Now it was Sarah's turn to be interrupted. In an uncharacteristic display of confidence, Matt leant forward and kissed her deeply, his lips smooching against hers, even as his glasses nearly fell off his nose. When the kiss finally broke, they both opened their eyes again, and stared blinking at each other.

"S-sorry,"Matt apologized sheepishly, "I-I just couldn't resist." Luckily for him, Sarah just smiled.

"As I was saying," she began again, "you can be my boyfriend, if we can fix that little "quick shot" problem of yours. Do you think you can do it?" As she asked the question, she traipsed her fingers around on his chest, drumming a rhythm-less beat on his weak pecs.

"Yes, anything for you," Matt nodded hurriedly, his arms wrapping tighter around her once more.

"Good boy," Sarah smiled, tussling his untidy hair before pushing his glasses back up his nose for him. Hung and obedient. A perfect mix. Obviously, the sex had been more than satisfying, but she didn’t need him to know that. If she could train, teach, or bully him into lasting for at least half an hour, then he would be the best toy any lady could ask for.

"You two seem to be getting on well," a voice said from the opposite end of the table.

Glancing away from her new boyfriend, Sarah saw that the voices source was Nicole. Evidently, Sarah and Matt hadn’t been the only ones to cum. John’s fat cock gradually losing weight between his thighs and dripping cum from its tip was clear evidence that he had already finished, and if Nicole's messy hair, satisfied smile, and flushed face were anything to go by, then she had came too. The only person who didn’t seem to have had any climax or release, was Miranda.

Still on her knees in front of John, she buzzed with the energy of someone dangerously close to relief. Her face was a white mask, John's cock clearly having packed as much punch as Matt's in terms of volume. Sticky strands ran from her brown fringe, across her mouth, and even down to dribble off her delicate chin. She panted through soft lips that were joined by ropes of his cum, as she raised unsteady hands to clean her face.

Like taking off some sort of spa facial treatment, she swept the cum from her eyes with two fingers. The light of the living room made her blink warily as she turned to face the source of her new makeup.

Her inscrutable eyes pinned John in his seat, and the jovial attitude that had accompanied cumming all over his crush quickly faded. "Sorry about that Miranda, you're just so beautiful that. . . I mean, would you like a towel?"

Miranda shook her head slowly, staring him down all the while.

"Do you want me to return the favor? It would be my pleasure to reciprocate,” John said, awkwardly reaching out a hand to Miranda, who was still on her knees. Grabbing him by the chubby wrist, she hauled herself upright before taking the collar of his shirt in her other hand.

"I'm going to go wash my face, then you're going to eat my pussy, and if you don't I will strangle you," she said, with a nervous energy that suggested she wasn’t kidding.

"Oh erm, yes. Of course!" John almost shouted as he hopped to his feet, moving very quickly for a man of his size. Evidently the excitement was making him move faster, as if he more excited to pleasure Miranda than he had been to be pleasured by her. "Well, we could do both at the same time if you'd like, if you wouldn't sharing the toilet with me."

"If you don't mind eating in the bathroom, I don't care," Miranda replied, still holding on to his collar. Without another word, she turned for the door, pulling the unresisting John along behind her. He looked more than happy to go, until he was about halfway, where suddenly a thought struck him.

"Err, Nicole, do you want to be involved in this too? "He asked, briefly stopping Miranda from dragging him away.

"I suppose a little research might be interesting," the cute nerd mused, "if Miranda doesn’t mind?"

"I don’t mind if the whole town is watching, I need someone to lick me before I scream!" Miranda shouted back. With that, she lead John out of the living room door, with the thundering sound of her feet pounding up the stairs letting Sarah know which bathroom her friend was headed towards.

Before she left, Nicole turned her attention back to Sarah and Matt, who were both still mostly naked on the floor. "Well, I suppose this is goodnight!" She said cheerily, "I just wanted to say thank you Sarah for an excellent party. Social events like this aren't usually to my taste, but tonight has been extremely enjoyable."

Sarah was inclined to agree. Despite her misgivings, the afterparty had turned out to be both fun, and profitable. And she owed it all to that dork Matt, and his lame friends who just didn't know how to take a hint. Maybe she would treat nerds better in the future, or maybe she would stop judging books by their covers (and judge them by their cocks instead). Either way, Matt was getting what he wanted, and in a way Sarah was too.

"I'm glad you all came," Sarah smiled warmly, and she genuinely meant it.

Nicole smiled back, a goofy look that was quite fitting for her freckled face. Tugging at her still short skirt, she turned to go, only to look back as she seemed to think of one last thing to say. "And to think, I used to think you didn't like us!" Nicole laughed to herself, before turning to follow John and Miranda before Sarah could even reply.

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