Making Arrangements | By : nevercallmekitten Category: A through F > Baby-Sitter's Club Views: 6648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I didn’t know how I was going to get out at 9pm. Until I watched my mom drink too much box wine at dinner, and she passed out on the couch watching Real Housewives. I put Hunter to bed, and checked on my dad. He was at his desk, poring over papers, and didn’t see me approach.
“I put Hunter to bed. I’m going to take a walk.”
Dad looked up at me, and blinked. “Okay.”
I don’t know why I thought it would be hard. My parents were living in some other world and they barely noticed anything i did. I walked to the Prezzioso’s and waited across the street. I saw Mary Anne leave, her little skirt flouncing behind her. I knew, just knew, she wasn’t wearing underwear. That little twitch in her butt. I fucking knew.
I followed her down the street. She was so goddamn oblivious, swinging and sashaying her tight little butt at me. It infuriated me. Fucking clueless whore.
I strode behind her until I caught up. “Mary Anne.”
She spun around. “Oh Logan!” She threw her arms around me. “What are you doing here?”
“Just out for a walk. You just left the Prezzioso’s?”
“Yeah.” She was quiet. She stopped walking and looked at me, her brow furrowed.
“How was it?”
“What?”
“Tell me what he did to you.”
She got nervous. “Logan---”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to my crotch. I ran my hands over her butt and sure enough she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Logan, it’s no big deal.”
“I saw his cock. Seemed like a big deal to me. I”ll bet you’re all stretched out.” I reached down and stuck two fingers inside her pussy. It was still slick and wet and there was hardly any resistance at all. I could have stuck another two fingers in. Her tight little 16-year old cunt was her best feature, and he fucked it right out of her.
Mary Anne winced. “Logan, please don’t. I thought you were okay with this.”
“Maybe I’m not okay. Maybe I need you to feel what I feel.” I pushed her behind some hedges away from the street lights, and shoved her to the ground. She didn’t resist. I looked around, and didn’t see anyone in the empty street, just the acid glow of streetlights. I pinned Mary Anne to the ground, yanked up her t-shirt and grabbed her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra either. I pinched a nipple; she moaned, and started grabbing at my crotch.
“Wow, you’re incredible, huh? You beg Mr Prezzioso to go to poundtown on you, and you still want more?” She didn’t say anything, just pulled my shorts down and released my throbbing cock. Her tank top was yanked up to her neck, her skirt riding up to her waist. I stayed kneeling in front of her, her legs splayed out around me, my engorged dick reigning over dim, pleading face. She pulled at my cock and started to guide it in her pussy.
“Oh no. We’re changing up the game tonight.” I pulled my cock out of her hand.
She froze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I'm not going to be the hotdog in your hallway. At least, not this hallway.”
I plunged my cock into her hot wet pussy over and over. She covered her mouth to stifle her shrieks of pleasure. When I knew my cock was completely slick with pussy juice, leftover lube, and probably Mr Prezzioso’s cum, I pulled out, and in one motion, I grabbed her arm and flipped her over, revealing her tiny bare ass.
“Wait. Logan, please, what are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want.” I slid my cock slowly into her tight asshole. Oh god it was so hot and tight compared to her flabby stretched out pussy. “This is what you want right?” She shrieked into the palm of her hand, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she grinded against me. Her asshold clenched around my cock, and I waited for it to relax slightly before I started pumping my dick slowly into her. Then the thought of Mr. Prezzioso’s giant thick cock slamming into her pussy, completely impaling her, made me angry and jealous. I thought of his cock filling up my mouth and my asshole, and I thrust into Mary Anne’s slick asshole over and over. She began to come, making noises I’d never heard before, guttural and grunting. One last imagined moment of Mr Prezzioso coming into my mouth made my cock explode and gush cum deep inside Mary Anne’s ass.
I collapsed on her in a sweaty heap. I could smell the grass and dirt and sweat smearing her naked tits. She’d be shitting jizz for a week. I smiled, pulled out and got up.
“We’re even. Although given how much you enjoyed that, I think you still owe me.” I winked at her and strolled off. I didn’t look back.
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I didn’t go see Mr Prezzioso that night. I went home, turned my phone off, and went to bed.
In the morning, I saw a text from him: You didn’t show.
I texted back: I made other arrangements.
But I still wanted to see him. Rain check?
How about lunchtime? I work from home today.
It was too perfect. I had off-campus privileges and Mary Anne usually ate with her friends.
I texted back: See you then.
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