Tempted by Fantasy

Brandon sat in his recliner, his head leaning against the backrest, while his unfocused eyes missed the touchdown on the television screen. The pleasure coming from his groin mattered far more than the insane catch the wide receiver made in the corner of the endzone. As his hand moved up and down above his lap, the teenager closed his eyes as he moaned.

"Don't I have the best bedside manner?" a sweet voice asked from in front of his lap.

"The best ever, babe," Brandon declared, opening his eyes back up. He gently ran his fingers through her light blonde hair. "I told you I was feeling better."

"I don't know, Bran. Your mom might be correct. You feel very warm, and you're even throbbing," Ashley teased, flashing him a sultry look.

"No matter what, I love the way you take my temperature," Brandon responded to his cute little girlfriend with a grin. "Too bad, you don't own any sexy nurse uniforms."

"My, my, Bran, you sure seem interested in my dressing up for you after the other night. Maybe I should buy you one for Christmas," Ashley joked, not expecting him to flinch at the suggestion. Even more, she didn't expect him to jerk her head back down onto his rock-hard cock.

"Yeah, buy me an outfit as my gift."

While Ashley struggled to get her little mouth down further around his engorged cock under his steady pressure, Brandon envisioned his potential Christmas gift. Wearing a sexy—no, a slutty nurse outfit, he imagined them playing doctor, an adult version of the child's game. Her tight, athletic figure would be poured into the one-piece uniform. An old-fashioned nurse's cap would jostle on her head as she bobbed up and down on his touchdown maker. Wanting his temperature taken by a different hole, Brandon would pull her up onto his lap, cupping that tight ass of hers, barely contained by the minuscule skirt. As she impaled herself on his cock, he would unzip further the front of her uniform, exposing those mid-sized tits in a red pushup bra.

As the image flashed inside his mind, Brandon closed his eyes, cutting off the view of his blonde girlfriend's head, working to please his dick. In his daydream, Ashley rode him hard, bouncing at a vigorous pace as she clutched her cap to her head. The white nurse's uniform shrunk further, while the red pushup bra expanded, changing into a red babydoll. Strangely, the white cap turned dirtier as she rode on his saddle. Blinking in his mind, Brandon watched as the nurse's uniform vanished, and the red babydoll spread out in weird directions, wrapping around his girlfriend's body. A gift for me? A Christmas gift wrapped in red?

Brandon's whole body shook with his hand gripping tighter as recognized a red bow covering Ashley's large breasts. Large breasts? Running his eyes up to here face, he gasped as his girlfriend's skin gained a deeper tan, and her dark-colored nurse's cap morphed into long, black hair. Oh, fuck, no!

Jerked from his fantasy, Brandon opened his eyes as sounds came rushing back to his ears. He a heard gurgling down at his lap. Looking down, he noticed Ashley struggling for air as his hand held her firmly against his crotch. She was taking more of his cock than he could ever remember.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Ash," Brandon wholeheartedly apologized, releasing his grip on her head.

Pulling back, Ashley coughed, while gasping for air.

Feeling terrible, Brandon reached down to offer her comfort, but the blonde jerked away from his hand. That made him feel even more like shit.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I got caught up in how awesome a blowjob you were giving me. You've never taken that much before."

"Fuck, Bran. You miss a day with me, and you turn into a sex monster," Ashley remarked, looking on the bright side of his action. She wiped the small amount of tears from her eyes.

"I guess I'm backed up," he lied.

"I don't think my throat can handle anymore. Do you have another idea in mind?" the blonde asked, flashing her eyebrows at him.

"Hell yeah, I do," Brandon replied, pulling her up as he got to his feet. "Get that little butt of yours on the bed."

"But I thought Madison was going to be home soon?" Ashley questioned.

"She didn't want to come straight home, so I bet she'll take her time. Now, scoot!" Brandon added with a swat to her pants-covered ass.

Pulling his shirt over his head and yanking his pants down, Brandon watched his agile girlfriend sprint over and fling herself onto his bed. Rolling over onto her back, she giggled at his kicking off his underwear.

"Mr. Cole, aren't you presuming too much? I'm not that kind of girl."

"Not at all. You're my girl, so I know you're up for it," Brandon remarked, approaching the bed.

"Is this what you want?" she teased, undoing her pants' button. Ashley squealed as her boyfriend grabbed her pants at the bottom of the legs and roughly yanked. "Bran! Don't ripe them!"

"So what if I do?" he challenged, giving another forceful yank.

"I can't go home then."

"Good. We can have a sleepover," he joked, tugging her pants down to her ankles. "You see? They look fine?"

"You've got dumb luck then, you brute," Ashley responded, wagging her finger at him. She squealed again as he repeated the process with her pink panties.

"You could've worn some of Mads's pants home if—whoops!"

"Brandon!" Ashley shrieked, hearing the sound of her panties ripping.

"Sorry, but it's not like your parents are going to check your underwear when you get home. Now, you better take off the rest, or I will," he warned her.

Rapidly, the blue sweater vanished as did her pink bra. Equally naked, Ashley spread her legs wide, running a finger down to her mound. "Time for payback, honey."

Flashing an evil grin, Brandon crawled partly onto the bed, but not in-between her legs. Instead, from the side, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over. He didn't stop there, dragging her until she stopped sideways on his twin-sized bed.

"Bran, what are you doing?" Ashley asked, turning her head around to look back at him.

"Hush and get on all four," he ordered. "Do it!"

The slap to her naked ass caused the blonde to hop onto her hands and knees.

"You're a naughty nurse and don't get a reward. You'll get what I give you and like it," Brandon taunted. He positioned her so that he could still stand on the floor and reach her with only a slight bend to his knees. Fisting his aching member, Brandon brought it forward, and without warning, shoved himself inside his girlfriend's tight channel.

"Fuuccckkkk!"

He gave her a moment to adjust to his girth. Once he felt she was ready, he pulled back, leaving just the head inside, before plunging fully back inside.

"Not so hard, right away!" Ashley grumbled, twisting her head to see him.

"Quiet!" he commanded, slapping her tight buttcheeks again. "You always want it harder."

"Yeah, I do," she flashed him her Cheshire smile.

Holding onto her hips, Brandon began a steady pace of thrusting his hips forward and backward. God, she's got one hell of an ass. Brandon said to himself. A fucking work of art, so damn marvelous. Small, tight, flawless, and perfectly rounded, the teenager knew his girl's ass was her greatest physical asset. Sure, she had practically no body fat on her figure, honed by years of cheerleading, and she had an adorably cute face. And her tits were firm and perky, even if he wished they could be bigger like her older sister's. At least, her nipples are sensitive.

With that thought, Brandon slowed his thrusting to a more manageable pace. He reached under the petite body to cup and fondle her left breast. Deciding to have more fun, he added his other hand to her right breast. Cupping them firmly, he used his handholds on her medium-sized breasts to pull her back and forth in time with his thrusts.

"Oh, Bran...yes, baby...play with my tits!"

Repositioning so he could pinch her nipples, he started to play her body like a violin. Working up into a rhythm with his thrusts, pinches, squeezes, and slapping, Brandon grinned like a madman as he could feel her body already approaching an orgasm. It looks like she's the one that missed us not fooling around yesterday.

Guessing that her time was close, Brandon let go out her tits, nearly causing Ashley to collapse onto the bed, but his hand slid swiftly down to catch her falling hips. With an unbreakable hold, he jackhammered her soaked, clingy pussy. Thousands of tingles of pleasure shot to her brain from her overloaded lovebox.

"Close...so...fuuckk..yes...harder...hard—cuuumMMMIINNGGG!!!" Ashley howled, her hips jerking violently under Brandon's hands.

The tiny blonde's strength gave out. She would've collapsed if her boyfriend hadn't grasped a firm hold of her slim waist as she started to fall to the bed. Brandon smirked to himself. Not only for delivering a loud orgasm to his girl but also for managing to keep his iron-hard dick inside her convulsing cunt.

Brandon listened to the wheezing from his athletic girlfriend, taking pride in his abilities. Waiting silently for her to recover enough for him to continue, his thoughts met an interruption.

BANG BANG BANG

"Keep it fucking down in there! I'm home now! You hear me, asshole!" Madison yelled from the other side of her brother's bedroom door.

BANG BANG BANG

"Madison's home," Ashley groaned. "I guess I better get cleaned up."

"Oh, no, I haven't cum yet, and I'm ready for more," Brandon informed her, slapping her asscheek softer than before.

"But BrAANNN!!" Ashley shrieked as her body lurched backward, as he fully pierced his cock into her again.

"We'll do this fast and hard," he informed her, adding another stinging slap to her firm buttcheek.

"Fuck!" Ashley exclaimed.

Brandon wasted little time ratcheting up to a strong and steady pace. Glancing up at the wall, his cheerleader poster caught his eye. The busty blonde that reminded him somewhat of Hannah seemed to meet his eyes. A fleeting feeling of guilt hit Brandon. Deep down, he knew he sometimes fucked Ashley doggy style in order to imagine it was Hannah in front of him. As long as her smaller tits weren't in front of his face, he could pull it off.

Only now it wasn't the fake Hannah's body that drew his eyes to it, it was the fake Rosita Veliz standing next to her. The Hispanic hottie's curves and smirk beckoned to him like a deadly siren luring him to a dangerous fate. Clenching his eyes shut, Brandon continued his relentless driving into the now faceless pussy. Ashley's groans, grunts, and passionate cries went unheard by her boyfriend.

Wipe that fucking smirk off your face. Wipe it off! Reaching down, Brandon grabbed the long hair and wrapped it around his hand. Stop teasing me with that body. Fucking stop it! Yanking hard on the locks in his hand, Brandon didn't hear the howl of shock, pain, and pleasure coming from his girlfriend's mouth. Nor did he perceive at first the shout echoing through his shared bathroom with his sister.

"Fucking knock it off, Brandon!" Madison screamed again, having opened her door at the other end of their bathroom. "Stop it now, or I'm telling Mom AND Dad!"

I'll make you pay for tempting me with those tits and that ass of yours. I'll make you pay, Lisa!! Thinking the name of his sister's best friend, and hearing his sister's voice brought Brandon near eruption. It would be Ashley's tight snatch, closing like a vise around his plunging cock as she howled again in orgasmic bliss that proved the final straw.

"Take that, you fucking slut!" Brandon bellowed, shooting spurt after spurt of his sperm into his girlfriend's gushing pussy.

Brandon didn't hear the shocked gasp from the other side of the bathroom. Nor did he realize that in their rush to fool around, he failed to notice an important detail in his room. His mother had once again opened the blinds to the window that overlooked the Gettingers' home.