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He wrote something in his notebook, using his left hand because his right one was busy with Ling’s puss.
She had dark, narrow eyes and beautiful lips—upper and lower.I think Deanna sensed this, because she stopped, leaving my dick spitty and erect and sticking straight out of my pants.“Oh, no,” she said, “You’re not cumming until I do.” Deanna climbed effortlessly into the backseat. “Yeah,” she said, already unzipping her shorts and drawing them down her legs.I had to get out of the car and climb through the back doors. Flashes of chlorine-stained memories came back to me. Just as I’d fantasized, I kissed her, from her angular jawbone down to her breasts with their tan nipples. What followed was ten minutes of unrelenting, ball-slapping, sweaty, teenage sex. She pulled my jeans and boxers down and slapped my bare ass.I couldn’t tuck my cock back into my boxers because it was too wet, so it wagged in the cool autumn breeze during the seconds I was outside of the car. The dirty things I’d done and seen—Kyla Cates riding my cock hard, getting Krissi Cates gangbanged, watching my friend Max fuck that dirty Asian kid, Ling, on the stairs of my pool. I drove all the way into her, lubricated by spit and pussy juice. She was so different from the girls, and I loved the difference. She was warm and responsive, her body wriggling under mine, her pussy popping around my dick. It was bigger than the girls’ clits, something I could hold onto and tug and masturbate like a tiny little penis.
I wanted to make it to the regional competition this year, but I knew it was a long shot.