Creating More Messes

"Of course, I'd come for a look. What's a curious woman like myself going to do after feeling that big boy up?" Hannah remarked, placing a hand on her hip and cocking it to the side.

"I'd say you felt him up plenty during the show. I wouldn't have lasted much longer if we'd kept watching. I had visions of sneaking the cum-stained blanket to the washing machine," Jared revealed.

"Jared, please! I would never waste a load of cum like that."

"How about you hop in here and make sure it's not wasted?" Jared waved his hand under the shower water.

"Can't do that either. I can't get these clothes wet, and if I take them off, I'm going to want that inside me," Hannah explained.

"Nothing wrong with that," Jared stated, smirking.

"Only everything if Taylor catches us. She's not going to be cleaning up forever. Turn that off for now." Hannah motioned at the showerhead. Reaching behind her head, she quickly put her hair into a ponytail.

Jared followed the busty blonde's order. With the water flow stopped, Hannah grabbed hold of his hard cock, pulling him closer to the edge of the tub. Satisfied, she dropped to her knees.

"Hello, Cock Lockett. I'm Hannah, and I want to be friends."

A hearty laugh would've followed from Jared over how serious Hannah acted, but this wasn't any other girl. No, this was Hannah Freaking Woodsen. The blonde goddess that he's spent years checking out whenever their two families got together. Ever since puberty, she'd been a frequent star of his fantasies after every time he'd seen her.

"Whoa!" Jared sounded as the big-titted blonde inhaled his cock. He needed to shoot a hand up to the shower rod to brace himself. Looking down, he took a deep breath to recover from the shock. "Holy shit, you don't waste any time!"

"Is that a problem?" Hannah questioned sharply after popping her mouth off the hard cock.

"Uh, not really. I've just never been sucked off by a girl without kissing her first," he replied,

"Well, I'm not like any other girl."

"Yeah, you can say that."

"And you're little Jared—or should I say biggie Jared?" Hannah joked, extending her tongue for one long lick of his cockhead. "You're Aunt Gabby's son. That makes you almost a cousin. I can't kiss my cousin!"

"But a handjob under a blanket or a blowjob in a bathroom is cool?" Jared asked, somewhat confused.

"It's hotter and dirtier," Hannah responded, flashing her dirtiest, sluttiest smile at him.

Kneeling down further, the busty blonde lifted his cock up with one hand, allowing her mouth easy access to his balls. Her other hand fondled its new toy while she sucked on the lonely ball. Switching over to the other side, Hannah sucked wildly while using her free fingers to lightly dance along the dick above her.

With an unblinking stare, Jared couldn't believe the events of today. Sure, he had a knack for scoring quickly with girls, but like she'd said, this was no ordinary girl. Hannah Fucking Woodsen was sucking on his balls. Even in his wildest fantasy, Jared imagined it would take days to work his way up to this with her. Nope, all it took was a few episodes of a sexy show, a shared couch, and a plaid blanket to hide her wandering hand.

A talented tongue running along the length of his cock snapped Jared out of his thoughts. Reaching the cockhead, Hannah flicked her tongue across the tip. Each time the blonde performed the move, it sent pulses of pleasurable pain from his extended member into his body. Looking up, Hannah caught Jared's eye and winked.

That's the only warning he got before her mouth swallowed his cock. That Hannah managed to swallow three-quarters of his cock on the first move stunned Jared. No girl, not even one of the MILFs that he'd fucked around with, had managed to do that. Even more impressive, Hannah gobbled up more and more with each effort until she had all of his cock in her mouth. Jared marveled at how the slutty blonde must not have a gag reflex, or if she did, it wasn't much of one.

"Damn, you live up to your fantasy version," Jared praised.

"I'm more fantastic than any fantasy," Hannah remarked confidently. Moving to take his dick back into her mouth, she paused. "You need to cum fast. No trying to show off, got it? You can display your staying power another way, another day."

"Got it," Jared replied, nodding.

Hannah followed her comment by pushing forward until the hard cock pushed up against the back of her throat. Pulling back slightly, she proceeded to suck and suck. She sucked with all her heart until her cheeks sunk in. Despite agreeing not to hold back, Jared couldn't help it. Hannah's slow handjob on the sofa had primed him, but his pride was on the line.

Frustrated, Hannah changed tactics. Rather than suck in a stationary position, she started to fuck his cock with her mouth. Jared watched in awe as she pounded her mouth back and forth on his dick. The rapid movements caused her ponytail to swing side-to-side wildly. As if a siren beckoned him, Jared reached out to grab the ponytail.

"No touching the hair! I don't need to explain why," Hannah scolded, pulling off his cock. "And fucking cum, dammit!"

Jamming her mouth back onto his iron rod, Hannah decided it was time to end this fun. Knowing what would work, she reached one hand back Jared, acting as if she wanted to use him for support. Instead, she moved her fingers over to his ass and shocked him to his core by sticking a finger into his asshole. The move worked perfectly.

Blast after blast of cum hit the back of her throat. Breathing rapidly through flaring nostrils, the fun blonde swallowed each drop of Jared's massive load of sperm. Satisfied that she'd milked him dry, Hannah popped the softening member out of her mouth.

"Mmm...yummy," Hannah moaned, sticking her tongue out. "All gone too."

"What...the...hell, Hannah?" Jared groaned.

"I told you not to fight it. Don't ever disobey me again, got it?" Hannah ordered more than asked.

Seeing an angry look on the blonde's face that reminded him of his mother, Jared nodded.

Zack and Ashley stared into each other's eyes in shock. It was Zack that finally broke the eye contact, running his gaze down the body that laid on the guest room bed. For the first time, he noticed that Ashley's pajama top had been entirely unbuttoned. The material still covered her breasts, but a gap of skin peeked out from the top to the bottom of the pajamas.

Realizing that he's just checked out his family friend, Zack's attention snapped back to her face. Expecting to see a horrified or pissed-off look, Zack noticed that Ashley no longer stared at his face. Following her gaze, he found himself shocked to discover a bulge forming in his pants and that Ashley had noticed.

"Ash, you still there?" Brandon Cole's voice asked from the speakerphone of his girlfriend's phone.

Simultaneously, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Panicking, Zack reached for the door, slamming it shut. Only after he did that, Zack realized that he'd closed the door with him on the wrong side. Turning, he caught Ashley gazing at him with growing curiosity.

"I'm still here, Bran. I heard a noise and wanted to check on it," Ashley replied, but her eyes were on Zack.

"Good. I'm so hard for you right now. I need to hear your voice to cum," Brandon revealed, shocking Zack.

"I know, Bran, I know. That TV show got me worked up too," his blonde girlfriend responded.

"Fuck! I wish I could come over there right now."

"And do what?" Ashley teased, repositioning her body.

The young blonde didn't know what had been coming over her of late. When she and Brandon first started to fool around, she hated sneaking around in cars. However, this summer, their trips to Lover's Lane had taken a turn in her mind. Where Ashley had once cringed at the possibility that someone could walk over and see her and her boyfriend having sex, now the cheerleader found herself growing hornier at people possibly watching. Only in the last few weeks had Ashley admitted to herself that she might have some exhibitionist traits like Hannah.

"You know what I want to do," Brandon said lamely.

"Bran, you need to be more descriptive. That's how phone sex works," Ashley reminded her boyfriend. She stifled a giggle with a hand as Zack nearly fell into the wall at her words. That's also when Ashley remembered that her other hand was inside her pajamas, between her legs. "Would you walk into my room and surprise me?"

"Yeah, I'd scale the wall, jimmy a window open, and slip into your room. I'd be a ninja." Zack couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cheesy line.

"Sounds awesome, Bran, but I'm on the first floor," Ashley giggled, more at Zack's face than her boyfriend's plan.

"Oh, right," Brandon said.

"How about if you snuck in through the back door? I left it unlocked. You'd sneak down the hall until you reached my door. Silently, you'd turn the knob, slipping into the room. Guess what you'd find, babe?"

"You naked and ready to fuck," Brandon replied.

"No," Ashley shook her head, wondering how her boyfriend could still be so bad at phone sex. They'd been doing it for seemingly forever. "I'm lying here on the bed with my pajama top unbuttoned but hiding the prizes."

"What prizes?"

"What do you think, Bran? My tits!" Ashley shook her head as Zack covered his mouth to block a laugh. "And down inside my bottoms, my fingers have been getting me ready for you."

"Oh, yeah? Are you touching yourself now?" the school's starting quarterback asked.

"I am. I'm thinking back to our trip last month to Lover's Lane." Zack's eyes popped open wider at Ashley's mention of the local makeout spot for his classmates. "You remember the one, right?"

"Uh, which one?"

"The one, Bran!" A look of annoyance flashed across the usually sweet blonde's face.

"The one with Trent and Tanya?"

"Yes, Brandon, our double-date night!" Ashley hissed before working to calm herself down. "It was a hot, sticky night. We managed to get there at the perfect time to get the private spot."

Zack nodded as he knew the spot. When a person came around the bend, they would end up in the section of cleared woods called Lover's Lane if they continued straight. But if they pulled off to the left, a small alcove sat nestled into the forest. Big enough to pull in two small cars or one truck, it had been formed over the years by teenagers driving into the bushes for extra privacy. Zack had personally never parked in that section with Lisa as it was the prime spot to get. Usually, whomever's car sat there would be rocking boisterously.

"Yeah, I remember. You wore that cute blue sundress while Tanya had that low-cut yellow one. Boy, her tits could barely stay inside. I swore I saw her nipples when we left the theater," Brandon recalled, a little too vividly in Ashley's opinion.

Frowning for a moment, the blonde picked up the tale. "It was so sticky that neither of us wore bras that night."

"Trent said that Tanya didn't have panties on either."

"Forget what Trent said!" Ashley snapped. "Remember how they started making out even before we got to Lover's Lane?"

"Damn right, I do! Trent was sucking on her tits when I parked."

"And they wasted no time before screwing," Ashley continued. "But remember what happened next? Trent complained that he didn't have enough room."

"So he opened the door, pulled Tanya out until she leaned over the backseat, and he started fucking her from behind. Shit, that was insane!"

"Yeah, it was something. After our shock wore off, I crawled onto your lap and started to ride you," Ashley smiled at Zack's uncomfortable fidgeting.

"That was a crazy night. But why were you thinking of that night?" Brandon challenged. The suspicion in his voice was unmistakable.

Rolling her eyes at Zack, she waited for his jaw to drop with her following words. It did. "No, I wasn't thinking of Trent. I wondered what it would be like if that was you and me putting on a show."

"What?! Outside of the car? You know how many people saw them fucking?" Brandon questioned in surprise.

"That's exactly what makes it hot," Ashley stated before hastily adding. "It's only a fantasy, Bran."

"Oh, okay. I got you."

"So, here I am, playing with my little kitty, and you walk in. What are you going to do?" Ashley purred. Zack's prick twitched inside his tented pajamas. A movement that the blonde didn't overlook.

"I'd jump on the bed and fuck the shit out of you."

"Phone sex, Bran, phone sex!"

"Oh, right!"

"Would you stand there and watch?" Ashley asked.

"Fuck no!"

"I want you to watch," Ashley mouthed at Zack.

Gulping, he nodded. Zack couldn't believe how much more insane his night had become. Here was sweet little Ashley acting like her seductive older sister.

"Are you going to take your clothes off, Bran?"

"Hell, yeah!"

"Don't you want a treat in return? Ashley asked, winking at her watcher. "How about if you take off those pajama bottoms, I'll open my top?"

"Uh, I'm wearing jeans, babe. I wouldn't wear pajamas to sneak over," Brandon stated dumbly from his side of the phone.

"Yeah, yeah. Is that a fair tradeoff?" Ashley asked Zack. She slid her free hand over one of her pajama-covered breasts. Noticing the continued hesitation, she mouthed a "Please."

Partly frightened over there this might go, Zack let his bold, horny side make the decision. Reaching down with both hands, he started to slide his bottoms down. Ashley watched with heightened anticipation as the elastic waistband encountered resistance from the dick pointing straight out.

Ogling his old family friend as well, Zack watched as Ashley gaped when his cock sprung free. He could hear the moan and see the way her hand clutched her tit while the other hand began to stroke under her pajama shorts.

"Oh, you're so big!"

"Shit, I love hearing you say that," Brandon replied with pride.

"No, it's bigger," the blonde girlfriend gushed, staring at Zack's cock.

"That's because you miss it," the unknowing voice responded.

Raising her gaze up to his face, Ashley caught Zack's attention. Knowing that he watched her, the blonde cheerleader peeled one side back and then the other, freeing her perky breasts, she ran her hand over each, cupping them one at a time.

"I know my breasts aren't the biggest," she seemingly apologized.

"That's okay, Ash. I still like them," Brandon reassured her.

"They're perfect," Zack whispered. Both pairs of eyes lit up, turning toward the phone in fear that Brandon heard.

"So what are we gonna do?" Brandon asked instead.

"We're going to imagine that we start with me playing with that huge cock. Then, I'll blow you," Ashley said to Brandon. Meanwhile, she pointed at Zack, then at his cock with her making a jacking-off motion.

Zack understood. Reaching down, he began to stroke his cock. Never tearing her eyes away from it, Ashley began to masturbate as she described what she wanted to do with Brandon.

Seeing no one else around, Taylor did something unthinkable. She popped her sticky finger into her mouth and sucked. Tilting her head to the side, the brunette pulled the finger back out and studied it. Next, she looked down and studied the globs of cum smeared on the blanket.

Unsure over what she tasted, Taylor dropped down to her knees to sit in front of the sofa. Reaching out, she plucked a slightly larger glob of what she assumed was Jared's cum off the blanket. Sliding the cum-covered finger into her mouth again, Taylor swirled the spunk around in her mouth like a food critic might do.

Eyes widening at the taste, the brunette wasted no time bringing not one but two fingers back down to the blanket. Rolling them around, Taylor managed to accumulate a large wad on the two fingers. Once down her throat, she searched for more. With luck, she found another large amount on the other end of the blanket, where it ended up after getting partially folded.

Moaning at both the incredible taste of the cum and the frustration of it appearing all gone, Taylor glanced again over her shoulder. Still seeing no one, she leaned all the way down to lick the blanket. Squeezing her thighs together, Taylor pulled her head up.

"What am I doing?" she asked aloud. "I'm acting like Hannah."

Yet, even saying that the brunette leaned back down over another section of the blanket, licking up as much spent semen as she could.

"Delicious, so delicious," Taylor moaned, astonished at tasting the best cum ever. She'd never seen the attraction to cum that some girls had, but now after savoring this batch, Taylor understood.

Pushing the now useless blanket out of the way, Taylor jumped down onto the sofa. Spreading her legs wide, she took her saliva-covered fingers and started masturbating to thoughts over how to get more of the quality cum.