The rest of the school day went by quickly for Sharon, her bitterness with Andrew’s behavior in math despite her constant rants about his sucking up to James had supplanted her recurring thoughts about the dream. When approached about it he just gave his usual shallow excuses.
In the cheer practice following the school day she outperformed herself. Despite all the coursework and studying that was swamping her she managed to display excellent agility. She had been going downhill for a while but today’s practice reinvigorated her, she must have put on more muscle but didn’t look any bigger. Probably for the best, all the muscle she gained typically went to her legs and she wasn’t really going for the Chun Li look, something she had worked hard to avoid.
7:30 rolled by and Andrew came round shortly after. He had brought round some bath oils which he claimed that his friend that recommend claimed it increased women’s hormones and sex drive. True or not she appreciated the sentiment and the bath was relaxing as he managed to compound the application of the bath oils with a massage.
Perhaps placebo, perhaps pre-existing or perhaps just pure natural desire, but watching Andrew from the bath, as he sat over her, naked, handsome and as always muscular, got her hormones raging.
With one hand she reached down to grab her snatch, trying to caress her heat, simultaneously swinging her tush around the bath to get to the side Andrew was sitting. As her body got closer to his she reached out her free hand, her tongue peering out her mouth over her top lip whilst her cheekbones shot up and down in preluding ecstasy. Her free hand skidded forcefully around his waist, over leg and then started searching for the piece to pleasure into usefulness
As she found it and grabbed it and began fumbling and stroking it she put pressure on her whole arm to move towards the bath, hopefully encourage Andrew to enter and takeover.
“No, not yet” he said abruptly, standing up forcing her release her grip. Content with nothing less than a non-committal hand job apparently.
“What? Come on baby? Don’t you want me?” she whiningly protested as he left the bathroom
“Yes, but I want you to you the way I want you” he said from the adjacent room.
She heard footsteps moving back towards her. Then she saw something hovering just inside the door. It was an expensive bottle of red wine held out by Andrew who, bar his hand was momentarily out of sight. He also brought through two glasses
“I don’t know whether or not those bath oils will work, but this stuff always works” he said laughingly, holding up the bottle, “From my parents”.
She started clapping approvingly, holding out her hand well in advance for her glass.“it looks good, just one bottle?” she asked
“Yep, but it is strong” he said handing her a glass
“Oh dear god it is, drunk sex isn’t much fun you know, doesn’t really go anywhere and generally starts and ends with communal masturbation” she professed as she took a drink with an anointed but sarcastic tone
“Yeah we will drink about half of it in here then dry up, sufficiently” he said grinning ”and then go through into the living room for the grand fuck fest”
She rose up her hand and they then high fived while snickering. Rather than being premeditated, Andrew pulled out the bottle to avoid bath sex, something he always hated, uncomfortable, obnoxious and extremely limiting.
After the bath they moved into the living room, by now quite tipsy Sharon had dried herself and stuck on some lingerie. A black V-String with a black lace bustier, upon making her appearance Andrews eyebrows rose and stayed suspended for quite some time, she allowed this vindication to whip a smile onto her face. Andrew’s muscly body lay lying on the sofa in patrician fashion, waiting to be served. As she approached him he moved his hand onto his cock and started stroking it. She grabbed his wrist gently and moved it away, placing her crotch on top of his. She slowly straddled him, consciously trying to stimulate him. She grabbed his other hand and angled herself down towards him so they could begin kissing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her panties down to allow his shaft into her snatch. She stretched back up breaking the kiss and then let out a yelp as she felt Andrews long cock go deep into her. She put her flat palms on his chest and then started bouncing up and down his crotch, her bubble butt rubbing off the inside of his thighs and her thighs rubbing off the outside off his. He could feel her legs spasm as she fell back down and let his cock go deep inside her.
“OOOOOOHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME UH UH UH UH” Her screaming was extremely loud, constantly interrupted by frequent groans, grunts and moans. it was like she was in a craze. He had never seen her so turned on before. He held onto her with one hand from the waist and with the other started slapping her backside.
“Come on babe, make me cum” he demanded, he grabbed both her butt cheeks and started forcing her down. With each bounce her butt seemed to get firmer and bigger, it was an incredible feeling. He lifted his torso up and put his right hand deep into her cheeks and started fingering her asshole.
“Oh FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK” she yelled as she responded to the fingering, her cheeks spasming with every insertion, feeling a slight pain from the tensing cheeks which only made him more turned on. She was moving up and down a lot faster now. She was so energetic, her body was dripping with sweat and her muscles seemed to burst out. She had never given him sex so good and so forcefully.
“OH babe I am coming!” he gave her no time and she felt a flood unleash inside her, He continued fingering her hoping she was only moments away herself but she seemed to be getting nowhere. His cock had turned limp yet she continued ramming it as if possessed. The look on her face was as if she was trying to remove a great itch, with lips pursed and eyes looking upwards.
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