Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Like A Blue Shell:>Ep56

The semi-finals were supposed to be Taylor against Sydney and Steve against Paige. But after everyone waited for a good while, it seemed pretty clear that neither were coming back.

Taylor looked over and saw that they'd mostly lost their audience, anyway. Zach lay on his back and Alexa (or was it Anna?) was kissing him while Anna (or was it Alexa?) sucked on his long, thin cock. Their red hair seemed to meet in the middle of his chest, like a long ginger cascade.

Isaac, meanwhile had his face behind Courtney, and was learning the finer arts of licking pussy. Well, mostly Courtney was just yelling at him what to do, her bottom pertly up in the air like it was offended by his efforts. "No! More tongue, less fingers. Ugh, college guys. I swear..."

Taylor felt the letdown hit her. The fucking, the arguing -- all the anger, desire and fear. She took a deep breath and let it all drain out. Was there ever a time where she'd done the right thing? It felt like she was working all the time to make fix things and when she stopped, all she heard about was her lack of effort. What would they say if she finally just surrendered?

Steve slid over to where Taylor was sitting on the couch. She could smell a hint of his cologne as he came close. It wasn't a bad scent at all, really.

"We can still do the final, he said, "You and me."

"And then you can fuck me up the ass?"

"I didn't make Courtney do anything she didn't want," Steve said.

"Tell Colin that."

Steve tilted his head toward the bedrooms. "Pretty sure he's doing just fine. Look, I get that you want to hate me. I probably deserve to be hated. I never promised to be a good person. And look, I got what I deserved. Everyone else is having fun, while I'm sitting next to someone who despises me."

"No," Taylor said, "I don't despise you. I'm just horny. And frustrated."

"I know what you mean. Tell you what. Let's do the races and whoever wins can pick a red dare. Just like we agreed. And if you win? Maybe you can fuck me in the ass."

Taylor smiled. All of a sudden, that didn't seem like such a bad idea. "Nah," she said, "I'll just make you suck my dick."

*

They sat down on the floor together -- Taylor in just her panties, Steve in only his boxer briefs. She had to admit, he looked really good. And he seemed to be thinking the same thing as he stared back at her.

"Your tits are amazing," Steve said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to actually say that out loud."

"It's OK," Taylor said, "I wish Tim felt that way. He keeps looking around for a larger pair." "Tim's a fool," Steve said.

They fired up the game one last time. Taylor chose Donkey Kong. Steve selected Link. "You're going to be staring at monkey ass all night," Taylor said.

Steve pointedly looked back at her bottom. "I don't think that's monkey. Baboon maybe."

Taylor punched him in the shoulder.

They selected a Grand Prix. Taylor took the first race. Steve the second. Taylor the third. Back and forth they chased over majestic mountains, and underwater cities. Raced right up waterfalls and shot down frozen trails. Bananas slipped by and bombs exploded. A symphony of competitive perfection.

They were down to the last race. Taylor took an early lead. It felt like every turn came easy. Every obstacle was already out of her way. All Taylor had to do was finish ahead of Steve and she'd finally beat him. Once and for all. There was a loud whoosh. An alarm. Taylor didn't need to see it. She just dropped her controller in disgust.

Steve didn't laugh. He didn't taunt her. Didn't even bother to finish the race. He just put his arm around Taylor's shoulders and kissed her on the forehead.

"This really is a stupid game," Steve said.

And then Taylor found herself kissing him. Running her hands over his chest. Stumbling as they slowly made their way back to the open bedroom. Unwilling to disengage.

They fell through the doorway. Onto the bed. It was a tiny twin but Taylor didn't care. Steve held up the red dare card triumphantly. Taylor simply slapped it away.

Still kissing. Probing with her hands, her tongue. Tasting every bit of Steve's body. She felt him doing the same. Tracing her lines like she was a sculpture. Taylor could still hear the beds thumping in the other room. The Mario music tinkling in the distance. She started to slide her tongue down Steve's broad chest. Breathed in his essence.

She slid his boxer briefs off and, once again, beheld that magnificent cock. Taylor had teased Steve about his teeny tiny peepee once before, she remembered. But Steve was anything but small. About as thick as Tim's. Nearly as long as Zach's. Practically perfect. She opened her mouth, eager to taste his manhood again. To own him lips and teeth and tongue.

Steve gripped Taylor's shoulders and pushed her away. "Not tonight," he said, shoving her on to her back. "Tonight this pussy is mine."

Taylor fell forward. Head down. Ass up. She wiggled it at Steve seductively.

"God your butt is amazing," Steve said and slapped her cheek for good measure. He grabbed both sides and used his thumbs to spread Taylor open.

"Wait," Taylor said, "Condom."

"The card said I had to do you bareback," Steve said.

Taylor sighed and shook her head. "You'll pull out, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. She just reached back and took Steve's cock into her hand. Carefully, she guided it into her aching, needy snatch.

She felt the head break through, then Steve slid in the rest. Holy fuck did she feel full.

"Ohhhhh God," Taylor said. The words and sounds started flying out of her. Like Steve's thrusts were pushing them out of her body and into the open air. Gasping grunts and wanting whimpers

"Your pussy is too damn tight," Steve said.

"Your cock is too damn big," Taylor said.

He was picking up the pace now, holding on to her ass cheeks like he needed them to stay in place. His balls bounced against her clit. Then Taylor's pussy began to tingle and she knew she was about to cum. It felt like a storm, building inside her. One that would wash her away forever.

She felt Steve slow, his balls retracted just a bit. Taylor couldn't help herself. She tried to make him speed up again. Her cum had been so close.

"Am I fucking you good, Taylor?" he asked.

"Ssssoooo good," Taylor said. She couldn't help it. She didn't want to do this, but found her body betraying her. Willing to do anything, say anything, so he'd let her cum.

"Better than Tim?" Steve asked.

"Better than anyone," Taylor said.

"Say it. Loud enough so he can hear. While he's pounding that blonde slut. Make sure he knows."

"Oh Tiiiiiiim! Steve's fucking me so much better than you!"

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