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It was probably going to be the last party before high-school graduation, Matt thought to himself. Our hero was 5”11 with an enthusiastic smile and soft curly hair cut close to his scalp. His mixed white and Native-American ancestry gave him a slightly exotic look. “This is going to be great”, he told himself. All his friends were now over eighteen and everyone worth inviting was already there. They were ready to party like its 1999, which was after all, the year most of them were born. The school team had recently won the Alabama state championship, and in this small southern town there could be no greater accomplishment. Matt was the star running back of the team and most of his close friends were on the squad. He was on top of the world.
The one cloud on his horizon was his relationship with Angelina. When the two of them had started dating, she was ridiculously into him. As a football star, our hero was as popular as they come. When Matt first took an interest in Angelina, she was a slightly weird Christian girl. Though she was pretty, her group of friends were strictly on the periphery of the “cool kids.” The awkward girl was star struck when the star running back took an interest in her and showered him with affection.
That affection extended to the point that despite claims that she would wait for marriage, she had opened her legs to Matt. However, she hadn’t seemed to enjoy it, saying “maybe I just don’t like sex that much.” He convinced her to have sex with him again, arguing that sex gets better over time and hurts less as you get used to it. But it wasn’t much better and they never had intercourse again.
However, Angelina did like teasing him. Sometimes, she would do so at school. She liked to wear her hottest pair of panties, a pink thong which looked devastatingly good on her shapely ass, and allow Matt a glimpse over her jeans or let him feel her up discreetly if she was wearing a skirt. Sometimes when he felt her up in the hallway, he could tell her shaved teen pussy was wet.
If he was lucky, after getting teased, she would relieve him with a handjob. Matt begged her to try giving him a blowjob. However, she argued that putting an appendage from which people urinate into your mouth is “just plain gross.” She did not however, think it was disgusting for him to lick her to orgasm, which he did dutifully every time they made out. So, they settled into a routine whereby she would give him handjobs. For some reason, she excelled at these and made him shoot out fountains of cum at extremely high velocity, after mere minutes of stroking.
Though he was not fully satisfied with their limited sex life, the love and affection that bound them together blossomed for months. Now things were different. For reasons he could not quite put a finger on, they had drifted apart. They didn’t see each other as often and when they did, she was not as warm as she had been. What made this more frustrating and worrisome for Matt is that as she grew more distant, she also grew exponentially hotter. As sometimes happens to teenagers, Angelina blossomed quickly into a swan. She had always been a pleasant looking tanned girl with the kind of curly brunette hair you might see in a shampoo commercial. However, her formerly boyish body had obtained that breathtaking nubile shape that only teenage girls can have. Her stomach was so flat and toned, that you could get hard just by seeing her pass by in a crop top. However, she had just enough curve in her hips and her magnificently perky mid-sized breasts to suggest she was going to be all woman later in life. The most alluring thing about Angelina though was her smile, assisted by a sparkle in her grey eyes, which light up any room on command. The end result was that every guy in high school was dreaming of bending this teenage goddess over. Football hero or not, this made Matt understandably insecure.
As the party kicked into gear, Matt tried to stay close to his lovely girlfriend. However, she was paying more attention to her best friend. Virginia was an awkward girl, a few inches taller and with a slightly horsey face. She did however have a nice athletic body, with wide shoulders. Her ass was devasting and earned her stares, even from the poor male teachers, when she wore those black yoga pants.
In fact, Virginia got a lot of male attention but for the wrong reasons. Probably acting out on some daddy issues, the high school senior was renowned as the school slut. It was well known that if you climbed up to her bedroom window you were guaranteed a least a blowjob, probably more. She was sleeping with at least ten guys, mostly on the football team, on a regular basis. Matt recalled seeing her spit roasted between two of his teammates in the locker room, as they high-fived. It was hot but also evoked concern.
Though Virginia and Matt were fairly close friends, she was clearly resentful of the emotionally intimate relationship he shared with his girlfriend. In her own subtle way, she was attempting to come between the two. At first, the three of them were getting along well at the party. But a few drinks in, some the cracks appeared. Angelina was a small girl and could not handle her liquor all that well. Pretty soon, she was slurring her speech and lay down on the ground. Her pert little ass was showing, and ever the gentleman, Matt covered her up and carried her limp body upstairs.
On his way, he ran into Virginia. She asked him “are y’all gonna fuck?” The dutiful boyfriend answered scornfully “she is way too drunk for that, are you crazy?” slutty girl warned, somewhat menacingly, “if you don’t pound her, maybe someone else will.” Matt didn’t have time to deal with Virginia ’s passive aggressive bullshit. His relationship with the beautiful Angelina, brought out the ugliest sides of Virginia ’s otherwise pleasant personality. He wanted to secure her comfortably in one of the bedrooms in the house, and then hopefully enjoy the party! Matt did so and asked Angelina, if she was ok while he tucked her in, she said “I just need to rest my head a bit, I love you baby.”
On his way down our hero met his best friend Donovan, accompanied by a visibly drunk Virginia. The wide receiver was like a brother to Matt and they shared the kind of bond you develop from being together in the trenches. Our hero always said he would give his friend “the last dime to his name.” However, unlike Matt, his teammate had a difficult time finding female companionship. Not because he was unattractive, because he most definitely had it going on. Standing at 6”1, with an athletic build and a handsome chiseled face, he made a lot of the female students stain their panties.
Rather, the issue was that in this traditional southern town, interracial dating was frowned upon. Unfortunately for him, Donovan was one of the few black students at the high school or in town. Luckily, Virginia did not discriminate in her sexual dalliances and was more than happy to service the talented wide receiver at any time. Matt winked at Donovan, because the way the slutty girl was all over him, he knew his friend was about to score. “Thank god for Virginia,” he thought to himself, without her, poor Donovan wouldn’t get any action.
As our protagonist wandered into the yard, he was stopped several times by students wishing to bask in the glory of the star athlete. And ended up telling war stories about the State Final game over red plastic cups of Coors Light. During a lull in the conversation, it occurred to him that he should check on his inebriated girlfriend upstairs.
He reached the room and saw the door was open and the lights were on. Hoping this meant Angelina was feeling better, Matt walked cheerfully into the bedroom. What he saw there would change him forever, leaving him less confident in his manhood for the rest of his life. Virginia was on her knees pleasing Donovan. Right next to her was his loving girlfriend, wearing nothing but her pink thong, which looked heartbreakingly good on that perfect butt. The girl who thought blowjobs were nasty, was tenderly licking his good friends’ large hairy black balls, while Virginia expertly worked her mouth up and down his large shaft. To his dismay, Angelina soon switched positions with her friend, not bothering to clean off the copious amount of drool her best friend had left there, before shoving it enthusiastically into her mouth. While not able to take it quite as far as Virginia had, she seemed far more determined than her more experienced friend, moaning like a bitch in heat as she tried to deep throat Donovan.
Our shocked hero also noticed she was using an advanced technique of licking the bottom of the shaft every time she bobbed her head up, which with Donovan’s thickness, had the effect of causing Angelina to drool copiously on her pert b-cup breasts, down her extremely erect nipples. She had a hand down her panties and was rubbing herself as if her life depended on it. All in all, she looked every bit the town whore, instead of the loving church girl he so loved.
Matt did not walk out and waited; within a few seconds they had all noticed him. However, instead of stopping Virginia redoubled her efforts. Angelina followed her lead and sucked with increased fervor. Our hero, who had never gotten a blow job from his girlfriend, could not believe the passion and dedication with which she was sucking on his friend’s larger appendage. He was also devastated that instead of stopping and attempting to save their relationship, she was focused on pleasing his close friend.
There are moments in life, when one may feel so betrayed, that there is actual physical pain manifest in the heart and unbearable queasiness develops in the pit of the stomach. This was the first, but not the last, time Matt would feel these sensations. He thought to himself “I thought she was perfect. I was going to marry her one day.” Walking out of the room in a huff, he fully expecting Angelina to follow him out. After all, they loved each other and would never intentionally hurt each other. Maybe she got carried away by the alcohol, but now that she saw his pain with her own eyes, she would feel terrible for him and make amends. Right?
Wrong. Matt waited down the hall, not wanting to got too far, for what felt like forever. In reality, it was probably more like five minutes. Defeated, he headed back to the room to see what was going on. He reasoned, maybe she had passed out from all the booze?
Matt walked back into the room, just in time to catch Donovan spanking his gorgeous girlfriend on the ass, while plowing the supple teenage body bent over the bed. The contrast between his thick black cock, and the white frothy cream his girlfriend was leaving all over it, was both jarring and alluring. Virginia looked at him with a sadistic smile. Looking Matt up and down, she registered his smaller erection and laughed.
Angelina also noticed he was there, and looked like she was about to say something to him. Maybe now she would come to her senses? Maybe she would apologize and explain herself? But just then Donovan’s pace picked up, and the drop-dead gorgeous girl had an intense orgasm, while looking Matt in the eye. It was the kind of orgasm he had never given her. The good news, was that she apparently liked sex now. Our devastated protagonist walked away, leaving the door open. Now everyone would know, Angelina was no church girl.
It was probably going to be the last party before high-school graduation, Matt thought to himself. Our hero was 5”11 with an enthusiastic smile and soft curly hair cut close to his scalp. His mixed white and Native-American ancestry gave him a slightly exotic look. “This is going to be great”, he told himself. All his friends were now over eighteen and everyone worth inviting was already there. They were ready to party like its 1999, which was after all, the year most of them were born. The school team had recently won the Alabama state championship, and in this small southern town there could be no greater accomplishment. Matt was the star running back of the team and most of his close friends were on the squad. He was on top of the world.
The one cloud on his horizon was his relationship with Angelina. When the two of them had started dating, she was ridiculously into him. As a football star, our hero was as popular as they come. When Matt first took an interest in Angelina, she was a slightly weird Christian girl. Though she was pretty, her group of friends were strictly on the periphery of the “cool kids.” The awkward girl was star struck when the star running back took an interest in her and showered him with affection.
That affection extended to the point that despite claims that she would wait for marriage, she had opened her legs to Matt. However, she hadn’t seemed to enjoy it, saying “maybe I just don’t like sex that much.” He convinced her to have sex with him again, arguing that sex gets better over time and hurts less as you get used to it. But it wasn’t much better and they never had intercourse again.
However, Angelina did like teasing him. Sometimes, she would do so at school. She liked to wear her hottest pair of panties, a pink thong which looked devastatingly good on her shapely ass, and allow Matt a glimpse over her jeans or let him feel her up discreetly if she was wearing a skirt. Sometimes when he felt her up in the hallway, he could tell her shaved teen pussy was wet.
If he was lucky, after getting teased, she would relieve him with a handjob. Matt begged her to try giving him a blowjob. However, she argued that putting an appendage from which people urinate into your mouth is “just plain gross.” She did not however, think it was disgusting for him to lick her to orgasm, which he did dutifully every time they made out. So, they settled into a routine whereby she would give him handjobs. For some reason, she excelled at these and made him shoot out fountains of cum at extremely high velocity, after mere minutes of stroking.
Though he was not fully satisfied with their limited sex life, the love and affection that bound them together blossomed for months. Now things were different. For reasons he could not quite put a finger on, they had drifted apart. They didn’t see each other as often and when they did, she was not as warm as she had been. What made this more frustrating and worrisome for Matt is that as she grew more distant, she also grew exponentially hotter. As sometimes happens to teenagers, Angelina blossomed quickly into a swan. She had always been a pleasant looking tanned girl with the kind of curly brunette hair you might see in a shampoo commercial. However, her formerly boyish body had obtained that breathtaking nubile shape that only teenage girls can have. Her stomach was so flat and toned, that you could get hard just by seeing her pass by in a crop top. However, she had just enough curve in her hips and her magnificently perky mid-sized breasts to suggest she was going to be all woman later in life. The most alluring thing about Angelina though was her smile, assisted by a sparkle in her grey eyes, which light up any room on command. The end result was that every guy in high school was dreaming of bending this teenage goddess over. Football hero or not, this made Matt understandably insecure.
As the party kicked into gear, Matt tried to stay close to his lovely girlfriend. However, she was paying more attention to her best friend. Virginia was an awkward girl, a few inches taller and with a slightly horsey face. She did however have a nice athletic body, with wide shoulders. Her ass was devasting and earned her stares, even from the poor male teachers, when she wore those black yoga pants.
In fact, Virginia got a lot of male attention but for the wrong reasons. Probably acting out on some daddy issues, the high school senior was renowned as the school slut. It was well known that if you climbed up to her bedroom window you were guaranteed a least a blowjob, probably more. She was sleeping with at least ten guys, mostly on the football team, on a regular basis. Matt recalled seeing her spit roasted between two of his teammates in the locker room, as they high-fived. It was hot but also evoked concern.
Though Virginia and Matt were fairly close friends, she was clearly resentful of the emotionally intimate relationship he shared with his girlfriend. In her own subtle way, she was attempting to come between the two. At first, the three of them were getting along well at the party. But a few drinks in, some the cracks appeared. Angelina was a small girl and could not handle her liquor all that well. Pretty soon, she was slurring her speech and lay down on the ground. Her pert little ass was showing, and ever the gentleman, Matt covered her up and carried her limp body upstairs.
On his way, he ran into Virginia. She asked him “are y’all gonna fuck?” The dutiful boyfriend answered scornfully “she is way too drunk for that, are you crazy?” slutty girl warned, somewhat menacingly, “if you don’t pound her, maybe someone else will.” Matt didn’t have time to deal with Virginia ’s passive aggressive bullshit. His relationship with the beautiful Angelina, brought out the ugliest sides of Virginia ’s otherwise pleasant personality. He wanted to secure her comfortably in one of the bedrooms in the house, and then hopefully enjoy the party! Matt did so and asked Angelina, if she was ok while he tucked her in, she said “I just need to rest my head a bit, I love you baby.”
On his way down our hero met his best friend Donovan, accompanied by a visibly drunk Virginia. The wide receiver was like a brother to Matt and they shared the kind of bond you develop from being together in the trenches. Our hero always said he would give his friend “the last dime to his name.” However, unlike Matt, his teammate had a difficult time finding female companionship. Not because he was unattractive, because he most definitely had it going on. Standing at 6”1, with an athletic build and a handsome chiseled face, he made a lot of the female students stain their panties.
Rather, the issue was that in this traditional southern town, interracial dating was frowned upon. Unfortunately for him, Donovan was one of the few black students at the high school or in town. Luckily, Virginia did not discriminate in her sexual dalliances and was more than happy to service the talented wide receiver at any time. Matt winked at Donovan, because the way the slutty girl was all over him, he knew his friend was about to score. “Thank god for Virginia,” he thought to himself, without her, poor Donovan wouldn’t get any action.
As our protagonist wandered into the yard, he was stopped several times by students wishing to bask in the glory of the star athlete. And ended up telling war stories about the State Final game over red plastic cups of Coors Light. During a lull in the conversation, it occurred to him that he should check on his inebriated girlfriend upstairs.
He reached the room and saw the door was open and the lights were on. Hoping this meant Angelina was feeling better, Matt walked cheerfully into the bedroom. What he saw there would change him forever, leaving him less confident in his manhood for the rest of his life. Virginia was on her knees pleasing Donovan. Right next to her was his loving girlfriend, wearing nothing but her pink thong, which looked heartbreakingly good on that perfect butt. The girl who thought blowjobs were nasty, was tenderly licking his good friends’ large hairy black balls, while Virginia expertly worked her mouth up and down his large shaft. To his dismay, Angelina soon switched positions with her friend, not bothering to clean off the copious amount of drool her best friend had left there, before shoving it enthusiastically into her mouth. While not able to take it quite as far as Virginia had, she seemed far more determined than her more experienced friend, moaning like a bitch in heat as she tried to deep throat Donovan.
Our shocked hero also noticed she was using an advanced technique of licking the bottom of the shaft every time she bobbed her head up, which with Donovan’s thickness, had the effect of causing Angelina to drool copiously on her pert b-cup breasts, down her extremely erect nipples. She had a hand down her panties and was rubbing herself as if her life depended on it. All in all, she looked every bit the town whore, instead of the loving church girl he so loved.
Matt did not walk out and waited; within a few seconds they had all noticed him. However, instead of stopping Virginia redoubled her efforts. Angelina followed her lead and sucked with increased fervor. Our hero, who had never gotten a blow job from his girlfriend, could not believe the passion and dedication with which she was sucking on his friend’s larger appendage. He was also devastated that instead of stopping and attempting to save their relationship, she was focused on pleasing his close friend.
There are moments in life, when one may feel so betrayed, that there is actual physical pain manifest in the heart and unbearable queasiness develops in the pit of the stomach. This was the first, but not the last, time Matt would feel these sensations. He thought to himself “I thought she was perfect. I was going to marry her one day.” Walking out of the room in a huff, he fully expecting Angelina to follow him out. After all, they loved each other and would never intentionally hurt each other. Maybe she got carried away by the alcohol, but now that she saw his pain with her own eyes, she would feel terrible for him and make amends. Right?
Wrong. Matt waited down the hall, not wanting to got too far, for what felt like forever. In reality, it was probably more like five minutes. Defeated, he headed back to the room to see what was going on. He reasoned, maybe she had passed out from all the booze?
Matt walked back into the room, just in time to catch Donovan spanking his gorgeous girlfriend on the ass, while plowing the supple teenage body bent over the bed. The contrast between his thick black cock, and the white frothy cream his girlfriend was leaving all over it, was both jarring and alluring. Virginia looked at him with a sadistic smile. Looking Matt up and down, she registered his smaller erection and laughed.
Angelina also noticed he was there, and looked like she was about to say something to him. Maybe now she would come to her senses? Maybe she would apologize and explain herself? But just then Donovan’s pace picked up, and the drop-dead gorgeous girl had an intense orgasm, while looking Matt in the eye. It was the kind of orgasm he had never given her. The good news, was that she apparently liked sex now. Our devastated protagonist walked away, leaving the door open. Now everyone would know, Angelina was no church girl.
