The best way to approach May was to go through the middle, climb up her panties, right onto her juicy ass, and walk down on her back and to her face. It sounded like a lot of work in my head, but it was bound to work. Her body was still jamming to her music, and it scared me to think that any action made would be by complete accident. She wouldn't even have noticed that her friend's little brother was climbing her body.
I started by quickly getting away from the foul-stenching socks she kept on for some reason. My nose was already crumbling off my face the more I stuck around. After walking a safe distance, I paused and looked at the challenge ahead of me: A bright, light blue wall of panty laid in front of my eyes. May was a fairly big girl, and she had many curves. Sexy curves, one horny teenage boy would say. What amazed me the most was the bulge of her vagina lips sticking through the fabric. The imprints were clearly seen, and possibly touching them would cause some sort of sexual arousal with her. I looked at them with intense desire. She was one of Mella's hottest friends. She was unaware of my presence. Just one touch would both be my dream and ultimate demise. How would things look if I was caught doing this? Without her even knowing? I was tempted, but help was needed the most.
The more I got closer to her privates, the more of her natural musky scent became stronger. It wasn't as bad as her socks, but it could still used a good cleaning. I looked from top to bottom, measuring the distance that would need to be climbed. It even caught your attention that you could now hear faintly the music blasting through her headphones. It was definitely clubbing music. The kind that was dirty and full of passion. Grinding music, I think it was called. I hear Mella play the same in her room sometimes. I didn't understand what was so great about it that people would want to listen to it over and over. I didn't even know how to dance to it.
Ignoring the music, I began to climb. I tightly grabbed a handful of the fabric without actually grabbing skin. I made slow rises, hoping that it wouldn't be enough to get her attention and get caught on her ass. I kept climbing more and more, steady so no mistakes were made. The plan was going smoothly, and I felt as though I would reach help in no time. Then I felt a bump. I felt a small and sharp rise in the air, then quickly brought back down. I poked my head out to find anything odd, but nothing seemed weird. As my head was out, it happened again, the rise and fall. This time I was able to see that it was May's doing. She did it three times: twice fast, and once real slow. It was in sync with the music. The way she moved felt enchanting. I tried to climb quicker, but it just made things worse. Without being careful, May did a strong ass rise and slammed it back down, causing me to lose my grip and fall back onto the bed.
I landed hard on my face, quickly picking myself up and seeing her vagina compressed to the bed sheets. I could hear her making some soft moaning noises. Was this part of the song, I wondered. She lifted her ass once again, and because of the large dent that was made into the bed, I started to slip into it. I tried climbing out, but I only managed to trip on my feet and fall into the center on my back. I was now looking up at an eclipse. Her ass was in the air, while her bulge was staring down at me. Before I could even react, she came smashing down on my body. Her covered lips were in my face, rubbing up and down on my crushed body. She lifted again, only to bring it down even harder. I tried to make a move, but it only made her react for more. Her body felt me, and started to rub me down, like I was part of the sheets. She went along with three more quick vaginal smashes, then went with a slow grind. I couldn't see a thing. Even when she lifted herself, I was only given to seconds of sight before having to face more of her musky panties. I felt a slight wetness touch my face. The more she smashed her body on me, the more it got wet. She was getting excited, hearing the moans get louder between each rise. I did my best to escape, but the dent was too huge to climb out. It was like she was keeping me trapped for her amusement.
Eventually the song ended, and she was ready for one last smash. Did I escape outside of her, or under her body?
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