Much Ado About Nothing

Although my eyes were focused on my teacher, a wiry old man, my attention was elsewhere. I kept thinking about the various issues of my life: college ahead of me, past girlfriends behind me, and my academic troubles getting the best of me. I moved my eyes to my paper, grabbing the pencil sitting on my desk, and just started doodling.

I kept my thoughts steadily upon the calculus test I had just failed the period before, and what I had done wrong. My teacher's words were irrelevant for the moment. He droned on about Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing", and the topic of comedy.

My daydreaming was abruptly interrupted by the obnoxious sound of gum chewing to my left. My table-mate was Rachel Moore, one of the sluttiest girls in school. The cleavage of her nice breasts was on display past her lacy top, and her shapely, tanned legs under the desk caught my eye, barely covered by a shiny, disco ball-style miniskirt. She moved the gum around inside her mouth and blew a bubble.

I turned my refocused attention back to my teacher. He said, "Now, I want you to discuss amongst yourselves the comedic elements of this middle part of Act III. Turn and talk to your table partners."

The class remained silent for a moment before people started whispering. Slowly, we too turned to reluctantly talk to each other. I had talked to Rachel in similar partner discussions before, and under similar circumstances. She turned her face to me, and I said, "I hate Shakespeare."

She just nodded and faked a smile. I should have said "I hate Rachel Moore". What a slut: thick mascara, a deep blue eye shadow, nauseating perfume, long fingernails, stiletto heels, matching fake diamond choker and earrings. Her hair was tied up in the back, with blonde highlights hanging down over her face.

After a few seconds, I tried to get a conversation to pass the time going. "So what do you think of scene II?"

She shrugged and pulled the book toward her. "I don't know. I mean, the scene where the guy's friend fucks his girl to fool the other guy... I mean, what the fuck?"

"What's the matter?" I asked, not surprised by her loud uses of expletives in the still relatively quiet classroom.

"Well... couldn't you tell it wasn't your girl being fucked by the way she AH... AH?" She asked, moaning sexually a bit too loudly to make the point.

"I'm not sure if I'm following." I replied.

"Well, when that guy..."

"Borachio."

"...is fucking Margaret, can't the other guy know that it isn't his girl getting fucked?"

"I don't know."

"Well, have any two girls you've fucked ever sounded the same?"

I shrugged and said, "I wouldn't really know."

She smiled, "I see. You don't get a lot of pussy?"

I could not believe where this conversation was going. "I get my fair share."

"Yeah, right." She said. "You're not exactly a stud, you know."

I didn't know what to say in response, beside that perhaps she gets too much dick. "Well, I'm always looking for more." I said nonchalantly. At this point, I had no idea what I was doing. I had no possible expectation of such talk during English class today. "If the right pussy comes by," I continued.

"What pussy is the 'right' pussy?" She asked, moving closer to me, and putting her bare leg against my thigh.

"Well, it's not so much the pussy itself, but the pair of legs and tits attached to that pussy." I said.

She laughed, flashing her luscious tongue and gorgeous teeth. She moved her hand onto my leg and started moving her long fingernails up and down my leg. "Yeah? And you like the pair of legs and tits you're looking at right now?" She motioned her boobs back and forth in front of me.

I just looked away and looked back into her eyes. "And what about you? Will any piece of meat do?"

She backed away and smiled. She too looked back into my eyes, with a deep, sexy stare. "It depends on the pair of balls and ass cheeks attached to that meat."

"Well, unfortunately," I said, "I can't show you those things right now."

"That's alright. acıbadem escort I can see them later." She popped her gum in my ear and blew in my face. She moved her fingers closer to my crotch and to the bulge in my pants. She smiled again, showing her beautiful mouth. She took my wrist in her hand, curling her fingers around it. She moved my wrist from my side to her crotch. Slowly, she moved down to my hand and moved it closer.

She guided my hand under her miniskirt. I could feel the lace of her panties underneath. She took her time and moved my hand back and forth against the fabric. But she kept going--pulling my fingers between the fabric of her panties and her prickly, shaven crotch. I could feel the heat coming off her pussy catching my hand. The moisture was also there, and I could feel it envelope my fingers. She pulled my hand in slowly, putting first only one finger inside of her. She exhaled deeply; she pulled two fingers and put them deeper into her pussy. "Yes, any meat will do."

She pulled my hand out from inside her and returned it back to me, grinning dirtily. I looked at the slight moisture which had accumulated on my fingers, and, satisfying her, licked them, tasting the sourness and taking a whiff of the pleasant smell. "When?" I asked simply.

"During lunch, in the parking lot. Meet me in front of the school." She replied immediately and quickly, as if the answer were part of a routine. We separated as the teacher came back to the front of the room and the class quieted down. Although we were now apart, I kept my fingers close to my nose for the rest of the class and through the next period, waiting for lunchtime to come.

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When lunchtime came, finally, I moved to the front of the school. The dead of winter left me unwilling to spend any more time than completely necessary outside. I looked through the window to see only whiteness swallowing the cars of the parking lot. A snowstorm had come and left everything blank.

By now, my fingers had started to lose their scent, and my cock was throbbing with anticipation. I tried to cover my bulging crotch with various objects during passing time. I avoided all of my friends, and now sat, with a bulge, next to the front door. The attendance clerk eyed me suspiciously; I tried not to look back, or at my watch, but I couldn't help it. At long last, I heard the clicking of heels on the tile hallway floor, quickly approaching.

I raised my eyes and saw her. Her miniskirt wrapped around her long, thick legs, which ended at black, tall heels. Her left foot was tattooed with a scorpion, and for a moment I wondered what else kinds of tattoos I might see by the end of the day. She didn't carry any backpacks or school materials: only a tiny purse that hung from her bare shoulder. I stood up to greet her, but she only passed me, leaving me to smell her perfume. She signed out with the attendance clerk and passed me again on the way out the door. I only stood there, watching her, admiring her. She turned and said, "You coming, meatstick?"

For some reason, I turned my eyes back to the attendance clerk, who gave me a nasty looked. Fuck off, I thought to myself and quick stepped to join the slut.

She surprised me, braving the cold. She walked through the snow in her heels. I watched her ass move in the miniskirt and her arms sway back and forth. She unzipped her little purse and reached inside, pulling out a set of keys. Rachel hit the button on her car keys and trigged the car alarm deactivation on a small white sedan right beside us. She got up to the driver's seat and opened the door.

I came up behind her. She sensed me coming and stuck her ass out while I rubbed my bulge up and down her crack. I kissed her neck and ran my hand up her chest. She stuck her head up, putting her mouth up to my ear and said, "Get in the fucking car."

I complied and disconnected myself from her. I tipped the driver's seat forward and fell into the backseat. Meanwhile, she stuck her key into the ignition akbatı escort and started the heater. She came in beside me and tipped the passenger seat forward in order to give us the most room possible.

In one quick motion she removed her entire top, leaving her nicely shaped boobs in a lacy bra. She moved herself over and put her crotch against my hard cock. She smiled and said, "Let's warm it up in here, first." She led with her tongue and entered my mouth. I felt it squirm around in my mouth before I sent mine to lick it back. She created suction between our mouths and started sucking me, sloppily.

I kissed her upper lip and she licked my chin. She started gyrating her hips against my dick: sending my boner almost through my pants. She kept sucking my mouth like a cock, and moved her tongue in and out, rubbing against my upper mouth or beneath my tongue or the area between my teeth and my cheek.

I moved my kissing down to her neck and then down to her chest. She moved her hands behind her back and undid her bra. Her boobs collapsed to their natural position. She pulled away to remove my own shirt, while I stared at her luscious tits, tattooed black and red with figures of roses and guns. I reached out and squeezed her nipples. She finally got my shirt off, and pulled it out from behind me and tossed it aside.

I lowered myself down in the seat and she started working off my pants by undoing my belt. She pulled my pants off with my underwear, revealing my firm cock, which fell to the side. She looked at it for a moment and grabbed it in between her soft fingers. I could feel the length of her nails clenching my solid girth. She bent down and got into position.

She took my cock in her hands and licked the entire length of the shaft, ending at the head. She took the head into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. She kissed it gently and then more aggressively before taking the entire length of the shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth. I bent my head back in pure ecstasy as she kept going back and forth, back and forth along the dick.

She pulled it out of her mouth and licked it repeatedly again, up-and-down repeatedly, getting her spit all along it. Rachel took it back within her mouth and put her hand along the base. Whacking me off with her wet, glossy lips, and her thin fingers, I felt the thickness of her saliva dripping down the course of my dick. She moaned as it reached deep into her mouth and down into her throat, and let out the distinctive gasps for air and clicking sounds of a deep cock sucker.

Rachel pulled it out of her mouth and watched as a trail of spit leading from her tongue to the head of my dick fell apart. She rubbed her spit into the shaft and spit on it some more. She breathed heavily as she wacked it; she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and did so as she put the dick back in her mouth--sucking on the head while whacking off the shaft.

I put my hand on the back of her head and forced my dick deeper down her throat. She moaned and gasped for air. Her lips clinched around my girth and the back of her mouth closed around my head. I forced her down as far as she could go, before she squeezed my thigh and I let her go.

Gasping for air, she looked up at me and said, "Fucking hell! I want you inside of me right now."

She tore off her panties and through them in the front seat. She got on the seat beside me on her hands and knees, with her pussy faced towards me. The moistness of the hole almost made me cum by seeing it. In the cold backseat I could practically feel the heat emanating from it.

I spat on the area between her anus and her pussy and let it stream down onto her pussy and then pressed my finger into the orifice: mixing our juices together. She wiggled her ass upward and cried out for me to fuck her. My dripping wet dick, covering in spit and lip gloss, ached for a deep fuck. "Fuck me like a goddamn dog, meatstick!"

I slid my cock inside her; she moaned in response. I pulled aksaray escort it slowly back and thrusted it quickly back in. She grasped the cupholder, bracing herself as I thrusted harder and harder. My crotch impacted her ass, causing it to wiggle. I slapped her ass once; she let out a long moan. I spanked her again and her pussy clenched harder.

Her juices ran down my crotch and past my balls. Her moans became more frequent and louder, more responsive to the kinds of motions I was making with my cock: driving it upwards instead of straight, and circling it around in her snatch. I spanked her again; she let out a cry, "Uhgh, yeah, spank that fucking ass!" I slapped her ass again, and again, until her cheeks started turning raw.

Her head twisted and moaned. Both of her hands were on her ass to pull her ass open. "Ah, fuck, harder!" She commanded.

I drove it in faster and with more force. She pushed her ass harder into my crotch. She starting letting out groans whenever it reached deeper and deeper inside of her. She reached back and grabbed my ass with both of her hands. Her long fingernails gripped my skin and she starting pulling me forward and pulling my dick deeper into her pussy.

Her boobs swung back and forth beneath her. I drove it harder each time. Going as fast as I could, I felt her pussy start to quiver and pulsate. Her moans got louder as I fucker her. Her grip on my ass got tighter: her fingernails dug deeper until it started to hurt. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop!" She cried out. Her pussy gripped my dick like a hot, wet glove. "Shit!" She cried and let go of my ass.

Her hair had come down and fallen in front of her face. She moved the hair out of the way with her hand. She twisted her head and moved the blonde strand out of her eye. She turned and looked into my eyes. Her mascara was running down her face. She looked really different without gloss or mascara; still hot, but hot like an innocent girl next door.

She only moaned for a few moments, trying to get some words out. Finally, she whispered, "I want your cum."

I let up fucking her pussy, fucking it slower and harder. She mouthed that she wanted it in her mouth.

I pulled out of her and waited for tired body to bend down in front of me. She got on the floor of the backseat, putting her wet and juicy pussy up against the leather interior. I started whacking off in front of her face. She closed her eyes and perked out her lips in anticipation.

I could feel it welling up inside me, ready to come out. She looked at my face and she knew I was close. She opened her mouth like a baby bird and waited for it.

My cock exploded in front of her mouth: the first stream hit the back of her throat. She didn't even flinch at it coated her mouth. I let out a loud groan. It just kept coming, paining the inside of her mouth. It filled her mouth and she let out a girlish giggle.

When it stopped, I fell back into the seat, showing the pleasure on my face. She remained on the floor and sloppily played with the warm stuff that filled her mouth. She closed her mouth and smiled at me. She then opened wide and showed me that she had swallowed it all whole.

"You're such a whore." I laughed.

She flashed a naughty smile at me. She pulled herself up and fell onto the seat next to me, pushing her ass up against me side. She said, "I guess that makes you a john, and I think you owe me some cash." She started playing with my limp, tired dick. She put her finger into her pussy and pulled it out to survey the moisture on it. She looked into my eyes and licked the moisture off her finger like she had just licked my cock: licking the length of it slowly.

She then put the finger in my mouth and moved it around, touching my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and along the palette. I savored her delicious taste once more.

"You're a good fuck." She said simply.

"Must be if you ate my cum."

She laughed. "Yeah, well, don't be too proud of yourself. I eat a lot of cum."

I touched her pussy and inserted my finger not too deep. "So what do you want to do now?" I rolled over onto my side so that her boob was touching my arm. I moved my finger in and out of her snatch, getting wetter and wetter after each insertion.

She looked forward, "I guess we're in a car." She smiled. "We can keep this going somewhere else."

I touched her nipple with my wet fingers. "Good idea."