A soft alternative, a sticky solution

"Tits!" Amy stammered. "My tits!"

Realizing that Greg was on the verge of another life-ruining decision, Amy thought of the only solution she had readily available. After all, the nerd had made it clear since the very beginning that the mere chance of seeing her tits was enough motivation to help her cheat the education system.

The ex-cheerleader remembered how easy he was to tease, so despite her hatred for the nerd, she got into the act, prepared to take whatever steps necessary to keep her virginity intact. And what little dignity she had left.

"What about your tits, cunt?" Greg asked. "I said your pussy or your mouth."

"Mhm." Amy nodded, slowly kicking her shoes from her feet. She leaned forward, intentionally giving Greg a peek at her cleavage, while tugging at her soft pink shirt. "I mean, no one's saying those are off the table… But don't you want these too?"

Greg's eyes fell and his clenched jaw began to soften. He immediately started breathing heavier and he started tapping his fingers on the kitchen table.

"Really?" He wheezed as if she had offered him a million dollars. He cleared his throat and put on a stern face. "So which is it then? Mouth or pussy?"

Amy lifted her foot, sliding her girly ankle socks up his ankle.

"Why so anxious?" She could tell she was getting the upperhand, but she had to find some way to remove sex from the equation. "I don't think you're going to last very long after you've had a taste of these. And wouldn't you rather dump that fat…"

She licked her lips.

"Juicy…"

Greg squirmed in his seat, cock growing hard as iron.

"Load of nut down my throat instead? I do give really good blowjobs."

Amy wanted to make this option sound as tantalizing as possible, but at this point she felt like it was entirely true that her blowjobs were Pornstar-tier. A dark thought wormed into her brain following the first.

"Finally, something I'm good at."

Greg's finger was practically tapping a morse code message on the table now. Amy didn't know morse code, of course, but she knew without a doubt the message he was sending was that his cock was ready to explode and she had him just where she wanted.

"So… a boobjob?" He groaned, staring at her tits.

"Oh, um, like a… titfuck?" She was taken aback. She certainly didn't mean to insinuate anything more than letting him feel her up while she gave him a blowjob, but the idea didn't seem like such a big deal after everything else she'd done. "Yeah, sure."

"Hah, fuck yes!" Greg grinned. Finding some of his original courage, he chuckled. "Heh, your pussy must be a wreck if you're offering that instead."

"Hey, fuck you, Greg!"

She snapped, forgetting that her mother might be able to hear. At that moment, she was more worried about defending her virgin pussy's image.

"My pussy is fine! Ow!"

Greg found the perfect moment to reach out and grab her tits, bunching her shirt in his hands until he could see her cleavage perfectly.

"Shut up already." The nerd stared down her top, letting his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose.

"Hmph."

Amy was miffed but she knew she couldn't act too surprised. This sort of thing was becoming normal for her and it was one of the few times where she was guilty of inviting it.

She sat awkwardly, leaning forward so he could play with her tits. Little grunts and moans would slip past her lips as she felt his excitable teen fingers roaming across her chest. The fact that she was braless seemed to excite him to no end and eventually his actions became bolder.

Greg paused in his fondling long enough to shove his hands into her lowcut top. His fingers dipped into her cleavage, and his fidgeting fingertips tickled her gently.

Before Amy had even realized, her top was stretched around his wrists, while his bare hands were palming her breasts. She gasped, pleasurably, and grabbed his forearms to keep herself steady.

"G-greg! Slow down!"

Amy bit her lip, toes curling in her cute socks, while Greg dug the toes of his shoes into the floor.

Both of them were clearly enjoying themselves and soon they were lost to their own arousal as the years long tension between them finally reached its limit.

Amy felt a wave of sobering shame as she realized she was letting a sniveling nerd touch her tits. What she hated more was how good he actually was. It was like he had studied her breasts for so long, hoping for a chance to get his hands on them, that he knew exactly how to stimulate them.

The longer and harder he grabbed them, the faster Amy could feel her panties getting wet. She was already certain she was spotting in her blue yoga pants.

Another frightening thought occurred when Amy felt like she might actually cum just from Greg's hands alone, when suddenly the front door swung open and her father came inside.

"Daddy!" Amy squealed, about to blast her panties with grool.

She leapt from her seat, forcing Greg's hands from her top just as her father got the door shut. Fortunately, he was distracted with his briefcase and jacket.

"Hey, sweetie. Everything okay?"

The perky teen half-jogged towards her father, ignoring the fact that her tits were bouncing noticeably. She wrapped her father in a hug, pressing herself against him.

"Everything's perfect, Daddy. Just happy to see you."

She put on as much charm as she could, subconsciously using her father to counterbalance the lewd act she had just engaged in.

This, unfortunately, backfired when it silently occurred to Amy and her father, that her tits were pressed right against his chest and her nipples were rock hard and poking out of her shirt.

With an awkward cough, Amy's father pulled away from her, warmth rising in his cheeks.

"Happy to see you too, honey. Now -erm- I've got work to do in my office."

He quickly departed, only vaguely greeting Greg before he plodded downstairs.

Amy felt spectacularly awkward, but Greg refused to let anything else ruin his good time. She was standing in the living room, percolating on what had just happened, but Greg grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her towards her room.

Shellshocked, she willingly went along, following him upstairs and straight into her room.

She was barely through the door before Greg was already pulling his shirt over his head. Amy quickly moved to shut the door when her mother chimed in from down the hall.

"Amy? Was that your father?"

"Mhm." She nodded. "He's in the office- whoa!"

The teen was trying to maintain a level voice, but it was difficult once Greg dropped his shorts and she could see his spry cock standing at a 45 degree angle. It wasn't anything impressive considering all the dicks she'd encountered, but it was nothing to be embarrassed about either. Amy rubbed her thighs together, noticing the way precum dribbled from his cock and into the underwear he was trying to remove.

Greg hopped onto her bed without a care, carelessly knocking some of her stuffed animals onto the floor. His sweaty balls dragged across Amy's comforter and she knew she'd be smelling him for the rest of the week.

Her attention was split between the horny boy and her oblivious mother.

"Could you ask him what he wants for dinner?"

"I'm busy, Mom." She mumbled.

Slamming the door shut, Amy was surprised that she was excited to move forward as well. She ditched her shirt and wiggled out of her pants, giving Greg an awesome shot of her crotch as she giddily removed her clothes.

"We have to hurry." She grumbled. "If my parents walk in on us…"

She didn't finish the sentence. Instead, she rushed to her bed, kicking her panties from her ankles. They landed in the pile of clothes strewn across her floor.

Greg was breathing heavily, stroking his cock and anticipating her big tits wrapped around her cock. It seemed insane to him that only minutes before he'd never even touched a woman's breasts before and now the hottest girl he knew was standing topless in her bedroom. Just for him.

He almost whimpered when she crawled onto the bed and her perky tits swayed side to side. Her pink nipples stood out straight, begging for attention.

Amy cupped her tits, telling herself that she wanted to get Greg off as soon as possible. She refused to acknowledge that part of her actually wanted to do this.

"So… how should we do this?" She asked nervously, still trying to drown out thoughts of her mortified father.

Greg thought about it for a moment before making a decision.

"On your back. So I can shoot a fat load all over your face." He beamed.

"…"

Amy was speechless. Her cheeks lost all color and she felt her belly rumble with disgust.

"Alright… On my back." She muttered.

Laying back on her bed, she lowered her head down to her pillow and held her tits together, waiting for him to straddle her. Her movements were stiff and awkward while she gradually came to terms with her impending humiliation.

"Mmmnn, fuck yes."

Greg straddled her chest, plopping his balls down at the base of her sternum and dropping his cock between her tits with a wet slap.

"I've fantasized about this for years." He admitted with a heavy breath.

Amy winced. She tried to avoid his gaze while keeping his dick lodged between her tits, but her body was responding against her will and it wasn't completely miserable.

Greg leaned his head back and thrust his cock between her breasts. His mushroom head dragged pleasantly between her tits, leaving a clear trail of precum on her soft pink skin as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Nnng… You're such a perv." Amy said, smiling with a hint of affection. Internally, she was full of self loathing.

She squeezed her breasts tightly around his cock, sliding them up and down his rock hard dong. Her fingers laced together until his cock was snug between her perky tits and only his cockhead was visible.

It wormed it's way from the top of her cleavage, dribbling precum all over her chest.

"Nnngg! Faster!" Greg growled, gently digging his heels into her blanket and clutching at her stuffed animals. "Use your fucking mouth.."

"Mmhmm." Amy nodded, trying to keep up her receptive attitude.

Pretending to enjoy it seemed a better alternative than just laying back and taking it. The sooner she got his nut, the sooner he'd be gone and she could take a hot shower and focus on her homework.

Obeying his command, she gently craned her neck and stuck out her tongue so she could lick his precum dribbling cock. The tangy taste was enough to make her cringe, but she was relentless. She wiggled her tongue up and down his pisshole and with a bit of maneuvering she was able to suck his entire cockhead between her soft lips.

"Hnnnn! NNNN! Nnnfff! Hfff!"

Greg picked up the pace, humping her mouth and tits in jittering spasms. His moans became nasally and almost whiny and Amy feared that her mother would catch on at any moment.

Unfortunately, she couldn't protest with his dick in her mouth. Every time his cock slipped free, she tried to sputter the words out, but was repeatedly cut off by his throbbing cock, dragging cockjuice over her tongue.

"Greg. GWEG! MAH MAWM KAHN- SSLLRRRP!"

Amy felt his cock slide out of her mouth for a second, but before she could say anything else she had to slurp down a mouthful of precum, cocksweat, and her own saliva.

"My mom can hear- ULLP!"

Her protests were wasted on him, but his trembling limbs were a clear indicator that it wouldn't be an issue for much longer.

The bed was squeaking in time with his thrusts, and despite how tightly Amy held her tits together, but she couldn't keep them spreading to accommodate his pistoning cock. The inside of her cleavage was a bright red mess, glistening with cockjuice, like a wet ropeburn.

"Unn! Unnf! Unnn!"

Greg was moaning openly now, eyes fluttering while his glasses bounced on the bridge of his nose.

"Unn! I'm…gonna…CUM!"

Amy couldn't decide if she was more anxious about her parents walking in or Greg's fat load glazing her face, but the decision was quickly made for her.

Before she could protest further or remind Greg that he was getting out of hand, she happened to look down at his cockhead, just as he thrust forward. The pretty girl was treated to a gooey cumwad directly in her eye.

"OW! Fuck!"

She instantly stopped holding her tits, but her arms elbows were pinned between her chest and Greg's knees, so she couldn't wipe the jizz from her eye. Her legs kicked, causing her bed to squeak even louder.

"Ooo, Amy. Your tits are the best." Greg moaned.

Panting loudly, he continued with minimal thrusts. His cock spewed ropes of cum randomly, until Amy's tits and cleavage were a frosty white mess of jizz. The rest covered her face in thick ropes that quickly congealed into unbreakable globs of semen. She was lucky enough to avoid anymore eye shots, but her lips, chin, and the corners of her mouth were completely frosted, like Amy had forgotten how to eat a yogurt cup and had dumped it on her face.

"Wow, that was… perfect…" Greg sighed. He collapsed beside her without a care in the world, now that his balls were empty.

"Mmm." Amy couldn't speak with her lips glued shut. "MMM!"

Now that their noisy tryst had ended, Amy could hear, with startling detail, her mother's footsteps stopping just outside of her door. She tried to think of a way out, but the quick succession of cum-splattering events had left her disoriented.

Knock knock!

"Honey, is everything alright? What's going on?" Her mother asked through the door.

Amy sat up, resting on her elbows. She glanced around her room for something to wipe her face off. The only items within range were her comforter, her clothes strewn about the floor and a nearly empty box of tissues.

She needed to make haste, but Greg wasn't finished yet. After collapsing, he had reached for his discarded pants, pulling out his cellphone.

CLICK!

He quickly snapped a photo of the nasty cumload he had dumped on Amy's face. It reminded him of an off-white 'J' or a musical quarter note drawn with his spunk. Like an artist admiring his work, he saved the photo, knowing it would provide him entertainment (and **** fodder) for years to come.

"Whudafuk?" Amy muttered through a mouth covered in jizz.

The cum began spilling down her chin, but there was no time to confront Greg. She had to face her mother looking like an overly glazed doughnut.

Would she be able to clean up in time, or would she have to explain her slutty appearance to her mother?