Dare Me - Chapter 17 - Little Sister, Big Sister (Part 27)
Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2024 4:44 pm
Tiffany started stroking me, and in a flash, my cock was covered in green slime. Her frantic pace was familiar to my young, excitable body. And while her oral performance had been enjoyable, when it came to hand jobs, she clearly had lots more experience and ability. She was also much more enthusiastic about this activity because of her motivation to win the contest.
Meanwhile, my stupid brain forgot I was supposed to even be in a contest. I barely knew where or who I was! Her stroking technique was impeccable and pretty well matched what I usually did to myself. It took long strokes for her smaller hand to fully traverse my shaft. But she did it with gusto, knowing when to squeeze tighter and when to loosen her grip so it could slide over my bulging veins.
Feeling euphoric, I wanted nothing more than to melt into my mattress and let nature take its course. But then, much later than it should have, a panicked thought broke through my erotic haze and reminded me about the contest. I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. I was supposed to stay strong and get Tiffany to have an orgasm first. If I did that, I would get to have sex with her as a reward. But that goal seemed impossible. Without permission, my hips started humping to meet every third stroke that Tiffany was making. Angry at the betrayal, I tried to make them stop, but my body was addicted to the extra stimulation and refused to cooperate.
My hand was still sitting uselessly upon her lower abdomen. Ordering it to get into the game, I pushed it down between her thighs and cradled her sex. I could feel how turned on she was. Natural lubricant coated her pussy lips, and her mound was radiating its heat. Convincing her body to make another diamond would be a trivial task. I just needed to enter her intimate folds and work her button. Unfortunately, rather than obey my instructions, my fingers, like my toes, would only twitch and curl in response to the unbelievable pleasure Tiffany was bringing me.
Thanks to her tongue bath, my arousal was already well off the charts. On a scale of one to ten, I had started somewhere around fifty. Alternating flashes of red and white filled my vision as my eyes stopped working and fluttered shut. I could barely make out the schlurping sound her enthusiastic hand made as it worked diligently to fully integrate Dave's lotion into my painful erection.
Gone was the relaxing, Zen river I had been counting on to carry me to victory. In its place was that dreaded cliff of arousal. Every stroke of her hand was like a shove in the back goading me over the edge.
Just a few more...strokes," I thought, "...and it will all be...NO!"
I couldn't give up this easily. Digging deep, I tried to picture myself slipping into that river of Zen. But the relaxing waters had become a raging torrent, threatening to dash me against the rocks or drown me if I didn't surrender my package to its imperative.
My aching balls constricted like they were wrapped in rubber bands. My cock thrummed with potency - the large, bulging tip turning red even as the green lotion got absorbed and its color began to fade. Tiffany was doing everything in her power to convince my primed fire hose to release its contents. If I didn't think of something quick, she would get her wish.
My cheeks burned at the thought of the head cheer captain watching me cum explosively and making a mess all over my own bedroom. The extremely humiliating image was enough to get my old cocoon to briefly reform and keep my orgasm at bay. But the protection began to crumble almost as quickly. The stimulating, dual onslaught of Tiffany's relentless hand and Dave's orgasmic lotion was just too powerful.
Running out of options, I forced my eyes to open and looked frantically around for something - anything - to distract me. Sitting beside me was a gorgeous, completely naked girl with a pleased smile on her face. She had the look of someone who knew she was about to win a very important contest. To best attend to my cock, her naked body was tilted toward me with her right arm outstretched. This position squeezed her already impressive cleavage into an even more tempting display. Her large breasts wobbled erotically with every vigorous stroke of my cock.
Her nipples were dark and stiff, a good reminder of her own extreme arousal. Her body was already on the verge of making another diamond. If I could just focus on her pleasure instead of my own for a second, I might still have a fighting chance. Trying not to think too much about how hot it was that my fingers were currently touching Tiffany Lennox's pussy, I made an effort to massage and stroke her folds. But my hand would not obey my commands. I could barely get my fingers to do anything except twitch uselessly.
Feeling the lava being squeezed out of my balls, I sensed I was out of time. My pot was boiling over. This was the end. I had lost.
...but then, the handle to my bedroom door jiggled, and a single, terrifying thought, gripped me.
You're a dead man.
An existential panic rushed in and disrupted my impending orgasm, but at what cost? Out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Absolutely convinced I was about to come face to face with Bruce the Moose, I jerked my hand out from between his girlfriend's naked thighs. But when the door swung open, another, much less intimidating figure appeared.
"Mikey, have you seen Ti- oh...OH!" said my sister, taking in the scene and quickly bringing herself up to speed.
She knew better than to barge into my bedroom without at least knocking. Opening my mouth, I calmly, but firmly, expressed my disapproval of Lucy invading my privacy. At least, that's what I meant to do. The only thing that actually came out was, "hnnnnngh!" as my extreme arousal twisted my face in undignified ways. Lucy giggled with delight to see what Tiffany was doing to me. This was exactly what she needed to complete her dare!
Seeing I was unable to form a coherent sentence, Tiffany spoke in my stead. "Did you need something, sis?" she asked, silently expecting my sister to reply. The lotion she had been applying was completely dry by now, and the sloshing sounds were gone. In their place was an even more lewd, thu-thu-thu of her bare hand jacking its way up and down my long, impossibly turgid shaft.
With her gaze never leaving Tiffany's busy hand, Lucy stuttered out her reason for intruding. "I-I was just, um...I didn't know w-where you went. And...what do you want for breakfast..."
"Oh, I'm not staying for breakfast," the naked teen replied, her hand continuing to milk the male partner sitting beside her, "but thank you for the offer. I'll be leaving in a few minutes," then, glancing down to check her progress, she clarified, "probably sooner than that."
Having my own sister look on in amazement while Tiffany jacked me to the brink of ecstasy made me want to die of embarrassment. Fortunately, my shyness about having an audience, along with the terrible fright I had just felt from thinking Bruce was about to kill me, gave my orgasmic defenses just enough material to muster one last stand.
In a moment of clarity, I had a thought. She was showing no sign that being caught completely naked in a boy's bed while giving him a hand job embarrassed her in the least. Surely that had to be an act, right? Well, there was one way I could put her to the test. If only I could get my stupid hand to work.
In my anger, I felt my hand ball into a fist…and saw my opening. I couldn't afford to waste this moment of manual control. Still feeling like I could burst at any second, I went on the offensive. Without warning, I reached over and plunged my hand back between her thighs. For the first time since the contest started, Tiffany was caught off guard. She gasped as my probing fingertip easily found its target - her prominent, and extremely sensitive clitoris.
Lucy's eyes went wide when she saw it. But I didn't have the luxury of explaining that I was currently engaged in a sexual duel of the highest stakes with her captain. And I wasn't about to try opening my mouth again to defend my actions.
When Tiffany shuddered, her hand's relentless stroking rhythm faltered, and my cock finally got a break from the continuous stimulation it had been receiving. As my blessed fingers continued following my instructions and adopted a vigorous stroking rhythm of their own, she grunted in surprise, and her own hips betrayed her. She couldn't prevent her overcharged body from bucking her needy pussy back against my massaging hand.
"Woah...uhh-," Lucy started to say something, but her mouth got stuck in an open, hanging position. A blush formed on her cheeks on behalf of her naked, bucking, big sister.
Tiffany recovered enough of her wits to resume stroking me, this time with abandon. "Get out," she ordered through gritted teeth - the very command I had been trying to utter earlier. I knew it! She did not want the indignity of someone watching her struggle to contain her own arousal at the hands of Mike Jenkins. By her decree, this race to the finish would be done in private. And what a race it was shaping up to be!
Each completely absorbed in bringing the other to their ultimate pleasure while surviving our own, neither of us could spare energy to exchange further pleasantries with my sister. I barely noticed when Lucy dismissed herself with another giddy giggle.
Of course she would be happy! Her big sister was literally in the act of completing her dare that very moment. She had achieved what originally seemed like an impossible task and had every reason to be overjoyed. She no longer had to worry about which teacher or student she would be required to flash at school tomorrow as punishment for failure. And, most importantly, she would finally be allowed to extract that big, healthy diamond her body had been growing since the start of her dare.
None of that crossed my mind at the moment, though. I was solely focused on the unfinished business I had with Tiffany. Over the course of this dare, I had enjoyed several new sexual experiences, first with Lucy's little sister, and now her big. But the ultimate prize was still in front of me. More accurately, it was within my grasp. I just had a little more work to do.
By focusing on her body instead of my own, against all odds, I was able to wade back into my river of Zen. It was no longer some lazy current, though. My body had been pushed far beyond its breaking point, and I had to make constant mental adjustments to find peace within the angry, roiling waters.
Luckily, Tiffany appeared to be struggling just as greatly. I started hearing the same, adorable noises she had made leading up to her first diamond. That was a very good sign. As we both grunted and groaned with need, I matched her stroke for stroke, driving her fertile body closer and closer to its peak even as she squirmed and struggled to resist.
Keeping up the pleasure pace required more exertion on her part. Her hand had much more territory to cover, and her trembling arm muscles were showing signs of fatigue. My strokes, while much smaller, were just as impactful. While my middle digit remained nestled inside her to keep pressing her pleasure button, the rest of my hand got acquainted with the rest of her sex. My palm patted a happy beat against her perfect mound like the world’s sexiest little drum. And my other fingers made sure to stroke her pretty, pussy petals every chance they got. A sloshing sound soon accompanied my every stroke as her moisture factory was conscripted into the battle.
When I felt her grip flag and her pace slow, I smiled to myself. The tide was turning! Feeling her squirm and buck adorably, I quickened my pace. Opening her eyes wide and forming her mouth into a tight, O shape, she puffed out short, halting breaths as if she could release some of the heat from the roaring fires of arousal I was stoking within her overwhelmed body. I sympathized with her but gave her no reprieve. I would not stop until the gigantic jewel forming deep inside her was released and I got to claim my prize.
She blubbered and moaned, but nothing was slowing the approaching freight train of her arousal. Issuing a loud grunt of needy frustration, she looked down in disbelief at my still impossibly full erection. My self-control was proving to be just as hard and firm as that iron rod between my legs. I think the reality was starting to dawn on her. If she didn't think of something fast, I would soon be plunging my rod deep inside her.
Thinking my victory was at hand, I dared a little grin. What else could she do now? Well, it turns out there was one thing she hadn't tried yet. Out of options, she resorted to doing what cheerleaders do best. She started to cheer.
" Mmmm-Hmmm…...Mmmmiiiikeeeey," she groaned - her sexy whimper morphing into my nickname. Then, a few seconds later, "Mmiiikeeeey...can't be...beat."
Those first few words, foreign to me and out of context, made no sense. But then, with more conviction and a clearer voice, she repeated the full chant.
"Mmmikey, Mikey can't be beat. Come on, Mikey, turn up the heat!"
When I realized that Tiffany had just personalized one of our school's cheers, my whole face turned red. Briefly, I forgot what I was doing, and my hand halted its massage. Seeing that she had struck a nerve, Tiffany seized the opening and quickly improvised another cheer.
"We know Mikey fights 'til the end. He's done it before, he'll do it again. Yaaaay, MIKEY!"
I'm not sure you understand how sexy it is to have your own, personal, naked cheerleader stroke your ego and your cock at the same time. I tried to return to my river of peace, but the eager cheerleader plunged right in after me and dragged me back to shore, kicking and screaming.
Because talking during our contest wasn't explicitly forbidden, she wasn't breaking any rules. She was still only touching me with one hand as agreed. But leaning in so close to me that her plump lips were nearly grazing my right ear made tuning her out impossible.
She had an endless catalog built up over a lifetime of cheering and rolled deftly from one verse to the next. Incorporating my name into them was a trivial matter. And all the while, she moved her hand up and down my cock in perfect time with the beat of her chants.
It's like she was whispering her cheerful encouragements directly into my brain using the sexiest and perkiest voice she could conjure. And when she randomly worked in the phrase, "big guy", I lost control. Happily issuing her latest cheer, she sang into my ear, "Come on, big guy. Do it! Do it! Come on, big guy. Do it! Do it! Come on, big-"
That's when I exploded. I started to cry out to announce my ecstasy, but the roar caught in my chest when my lungs seized. The first spurt of my cannon fired across the room in a high arc – a white liquid, the color of surrender and defeat - followed quickly by another and another. Tiffany cried out in a different kind of relief and immediately let go of me. Having won the contest, she wasn't inclined to stick around any longer than necessary.
Pain shot through my penis from losing the pressure of her grip while in the middle of its ecstasy. I was forced to grab it with my own hand and finish pumping myself dry, even though it was degrading to do so in front of a girl. Watching spurt after spurt fly across the room and all over my carpet, I knew what a mess I was making. But I couldn't do anything about that now. My trigger had been found, and my balls would not stop until they were completely empty.
Standing up and sweeping up her clothes off the floor, the naked cheerleader took one last look at me.
"Well, Mike Jenkins," she said, reflectively, "I have to admit, you do live up to the hype. It's too bad I already have a boyfriend. If things had been a little different, I think we could have had a lot of fun together."
She was gone before I had even finished cumming.
Meanwhile, my stupid brain forgot I was supposed to even be in a contest. I barely knew where or who I was! Her stroking technique was impeccable and pretty well matched what I usually did to myself. It took long strokes for her smaller hand to fully traverse my shaft. But she did it with gusto, knowing when to squeeze tighter and when to loosen her grip so it could slide over my bulging veins.
Feeling euphoric, I wanted nothing more than to melt into my mattress and let nature take its course. But then, much later than it should have, a panicked thought broke through my erotic haze and reminded me about the contest. I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. I was supposed to stay strong and get Tiffany to have an orgasm first. If I did that, I would get to have sex with her as a reward. But that goal seemed impossible. Without permission, my hips started humping to meet every third stroke that Tiffany was making. Angry at the betrayal, I tried to make them stop, but my body was addicted to the extra stimulation and refused to cooperate.
My hand was still sitting uselessly upon her lower abdomen. Ordering it to get into the game, I pushed it down between her thighs and cradled her sex. I could feel how turned on she was. Natural lubricant coated her pussy lips, and her mound was radiating its heat. Convincing her body to make another diamond would be a trivial task. I just needed to enter her intimate folds and work her button. Unfortunately, rather than obey my instructions, my fingers, like my toes, would only twitch and curl in response to the unbelievable pleasure Tiffany was bringing me.
Thanks to her tongue bath, my arousal was already well off the charts. On a scale of one to ten, I had started somewhere around fifty. Alternating flashes of red and white filled my vision as my eyes stopped working and fluttered shut. I could barely make out the schlurping sound her enthusiastic hand made as it worked diligently to fully integrate Dave's lotion into my painful erection.
Gone was the relaxing, Zen river I had been counting on to carry me to victory. In its place was that dreaded cliff of arousal. Every stroke of her hand was like a shove in the back goading me over the edge.
Just a few more...strokes," I thought, "...and it will all be...NO!"
I couldn't give up this easily. Digging deep, I tried to picture myself slipping into that river of Zen. But the relaxing waters had become a raging torrent, threatening to dash me against the rocks or drown me if I didn't surrender my package to its imperative.
My aching balls constricted like they were wrapped in rubber bands. My cock thrummed with potency - the large, bulging tip turning red even as the green lotion got absorbed and its color began to fade. Tiffany was doing everything in her power to convince my primed fire hose to release its contents. If I didn't think of something quick, she would get her wish.
My cheeks burned at the thought of the head cheer captain watching me cum explosively and making a mess all over my own bedroom. The extremely humiliating image was enough to get my old cocoon to briefly reform and keep my orgasm at bay. But the protection began to crumble almost as quickly. The stimulating, dual onslaught of Tiffany's relentless hand and Dave's orgasmic lotion was just too powerful.
Running out of options, I forced my eyes to open and looked frantically around for something - anything - to distract me. Sitting beside me was a gorgeous, completely naked girl with a pleased smile on her face. She had the look of someone who knew she was about to win a very important contest. To best attend to my cock, her naked body was tilted toward me with her right arm outstretched. This position squeezed her already impressive cleavage into an even more tempting display. Her large breasts wobbled erotically with every vigorous stroke of my cock.
Her nipples were dark and stiff, a good reminder of her own extreme arousal. Her body was already on the verge of making another diamond. If I could just focus on her pleasure instead of my own for a second, I might still have a fighting chance. Trying not to think too much about how hot it was that my fingers were currently touching Tiffany Lennox's pussy, I made an effort to massage and stroke her folds. But my hand would not obey my commands. I could barely get my fingers to do anything except twitch uselessly.
Feeling the lava being squeezed out of my balls, I sensed I was out of time. My pot was boiling over. This was the end. I had lost.
...but then, the handle to my bedroom door jiggled, and a single, terrifying thought, gripped me.
You're a dead man.
An existential panic rushed in and disrupted my impending orgasm, but at what cost? Out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Absolutely convinced I was about to come face to face with Bruce the Moose, I jerked my hand out from between his girlfriend's naked thighs. But when the door swung open, another, much less intimidating figure appeared.
"Mikey, have you seen Ti- oh...OH!" said my sister, taking in the scene and quickly bringing herself up to speed.
She knew better than to barge into my bedroom without at least knocking. Opening my mouth, I calmly, but firmly, expressed my disapproval of Lucy invading my privacy. At least, that's what I meant to do. The only thing that actually came out was, "hnnnnngh!" as my extreme arousal twisted my face in undignified ways. Lucy giggled with delight to see what Tiffany was doing to me. This was exactly what she needed to complete her dare!
Seeing I was unable to form a coherent sentence, Tiffany spoke in my stead. "Did you need something, sis?" she asked, silently expecting my sister to reply. The lotion she had been applying was completely dry by now, and the sloshing sounds were gone. In their place was an even more lewd, thu-thu-thu of her bare hand jacking its way up and down my long, impossibly turgid shaft.
With her gaze never leaving Tiffany's busy hand, Lucy stuttered out her reason for intruding. "I-I was just, um...I didn't know w-where you went. And...what do you want for breakfast..."
"Oh, I'm not staying for breakfast," the naked teen replied, her hand continuing to milk the male partner sitting beside her, "but thank you for the offer. I'll be leaving in a few minutes," then, glancing down to check her progress, she clarified, "probably sooner than that."
Having my own sister look on in amazement while Tiffany jacked me to the brink of ecstasy made me want to die of embarrassment. Fortunately, my shyness about having an audience, along with the terrible fright I had just felt from thinking Bruce was about to kill me, gave my orgasmic defenses just enough material to muster one last stand.
In a moment of clarity, I had a thought. She was showing no sign that being caught completely naked in a boy's bed while giving him a hand job embarrassed her in the least. Surely that had to be an act, right? Well, there was one way I could put her to the test. If only I could get my stupid hand to work.
In my anger, I felt my hand ball into a fist…and saw my opening. I couldn't afford to waste this moment of manual control. Still feeling like I could burst at any second, I went on the offensive. Without warning, I reached over and plunged my hand back between her thighs. For the first time since the contest started, Tiffany was caught off guard. She gasped as my probing fingertip easily found its target - her prominent, and extremely sensitive clitoris.
Lucy's eyes went wide when she saw it. But I didn't have the luxury of explaining that I was currently engaged in a sexual duel of the highest stakes with her captain. And I wasn't about to try opening my mouth again to defend my actions.
When Tiffany shuddered, her hand's relentless stroking rhythm faltered, and my cock finally got a break from the continuous stimulation it had been receiving. As my blessed fingers continued following my instructions and adopted a vigorous stroking rhythm of their own, she grunted in surprise, and her own hips betrayed her. She couldn't prevent her overcharged body from bucking her needy pussy back against my massaging hand.
"Woah...uhh-," Lucy started to say something, but her mouth got stuck in an open, hanging position. A blush formed on her cheeks on behalf of her naked, bucking, big sister.
Tiffany recovered enough of her wits to resume stroking me, this time with abandon. "Get out," she ordered through gritted teeth - the very command I had been trying to utter earlier. I knew it! She did not want the indignity of someone watching her struggle to contain her own arousal at the hands of Mike Jenkins. By her decree, this race to the finish would be done in private. And what a race it was shaping up to be!
Each completely absorbed in bringing the other to their ultimate pleasure while surviving our own, neither of us could spare energy to exchange further pleasantries with my sister. I barely noticed when Lucy dismissed herself with another giddy giggle.
Of course she would be happy! Her big sister was literally in the act of completing her dare that very moment. She had achieved what originally seemed like an impossible task and had every reason to be overjoyed. She no longer had to worry about which teacher or student she would be required to flash at school tomorrow as punishment for failure. And, most importantly, she would finally be allowed to extract that big, healthy diamond her body had been growing since the start of her dare.
None of that crossed my mind at the moment, though. I was solely focused on the unfinished business I had with Tiffany. Over the course of this dare, I had enjoyed several new sexual experiences, first with Lucy's little sister, and now her big. But the ultimate prize was still in front of me. More accurately, it was within my grasp. I just had a little more work to do.
By focusing on her body instead of my own, against all odds, I was able to wade back into my river of Zen. It was no longer some lazy current, though. My body had been pushed far beyond its breaking point, and I had to make constant mental adjustments to find peace within the angry, roiling waters.
Luckily, Tiffany appeared to be struggling just as greatly. I started hearing the same, adorable noises she had made leading up to her first diamond. That was a very good sign. As we both grunted and groaned with need, I matched her stroke for stroke, driving her fertile body closer and closer to its peak even as she squirmed and struggled to resist.
Keeping up the pleasure pace required more exertion on her part. Her hand had much more territory to cover, and her trembling arm muscles were showing signs of fatigue. My strokes, while much smaller, were just as impactful. While my middle digit remained nestled inside her to keep pressing her pleasure button, the rest of my hand got acquainted with the rest of her sex. My palm patted a happy beat against her perfect mound like the world’s sexiest little drum. And my other fingers made sure to stroke her pretty, pussy petals every chance they got. A sloshing sound soon accompanied my every stroke as her moisture factory was conscripted into the battle.
When I felt her grip flag and her pace slow, I smiled to myself. The tide was turning! Feeling her squirm and buck adorably, I quickened my pace. Opening her eyes wide and forming her mouth into a tight, O shape, she puffed out short, halting breaths as if she could release some of the heat from the roaring fires of arousal I was stoking within her overwhelmed body. I sympathized with her but gave her no reprieve. I would not stop until the gigantic jewel forming deep inside her was released and I got to claim my prize.
She blubbered and moaned, but nothing was slowing the approaching freight train of her arousal. Issuing a loud grunt of needy frustration, she looked down in disbelief at my still impossibly full erection. My self-control was proving to be just as hard and firm as that iron rod between my legs. I think the reality was starting to dawn on her. If she didn't think of something fast, I would soon be plunging my rod deep inside her.
Thinking my victory was at hand, I dared a little grin. What else could she do now? Well, it turns out there was one thing she hadn't tried yet. Out of options, she resorted to doing what cheerleaders do best. She started to cheer.
" Mmmm-Hmmm…...Mmmmiiiikeeeey," she groaned - her sexy whimper morphing into my nickname. Then, a few seconds later, "Mmiiikeeeey...can't be...beat."
Those first few words, foreign to me and out of context, made no sense. But then, with more conviction and a clearer voice, she repeated the full chant.
"Mmmikey, Mikey can't be beat. Come on, Mikey, turn up the heat!"
When I realized that Tiffany had just personalized one of our school's cheers, my whole face turned red. Briefly, I forgot what I was doing, and my hand halted its massage. Seeing that she had struck a nerve, Tiffany seized the opening and quickly improvised another cheer.
"We know Mikey fights 'til the end. He's done it before, he'll do it again. Yaaaay, MIKEY!"
I'm not sure you understand how sexy it is to have your own, personal, naked cheerleader stroke your ego and your cock at the same time. I tried to return to my river of peace, but the eager cheerleader plunged right in after me and dragged me back to shore, kicking and screaming.
Because talking during our contest wasn't explicitly forbidden, she wasn't breaking any rules. She was still only touching me with one hand as agreed. But leaning in so close to me that her plump lips were nearly grazing my right ear made tuning her out impossible.
She had an endless catalog built up over a lifetime of cheering and rolled deftly from one verse to the next. Incorporating my name into them was a trivial matter. And all the while, she moved her hand up and down my cock in perfect time with the beat of her chants.
It's like she was whispering her cheerful encouragements directly into my brain using the sexiest and perkiest voice she could conjure. And when she randomly worked in the phrase, "big guy", I lost control. Happily issuing her latest cheer, she sang into my ear, "Come on, big guy. Do it! Do it! Come on, big guy. Do it! Do it! Come on, big-"
That's when I exploded. I started to cry out to announce my ecstasy, but the roar caught in my chest when my lungs seized. The first spurt of my cannon fired across the room in a high arc – a white liquid, the color of surrender and defeat - followed quickly by another and another. Tiffany cried out in a different kind of relief and immediately let go of me. Having won the contest, she wasn't inclined to stick around any longer than necessary.
Pain shot through my penis from losing the pressure of her grip while in the middle of its ecstasy. I was forced to grab it with my own hand and finish pumping myself dry, even though it was degrading to do so in front of a girl. Watching spurt after spurt fly across the room and all over my carpet, I knew what a mess I was making. But I couldn't do anything about that now. My trigger had been found, and my balls would not stop until they were completely empty.
Standing up and sweeping up her clothes off the floor, the naked cheerleader took one last look at me.
"Well, Mike Jenkins," she said, reflectively, "I have to admit, you do live up to the hype. It's too bad I already have a boyfriend. If things had been a little different, I think we could have had a lot of fun together."
She was gone before I had even finished cumming.
