Giselle never did well with new people, especially not new people in a position of authority over her. It had been... well... the birth of her whole new life. 2014 seemed like a lifetime ago, even if it was just six weeks back. Before she'd gotten these powers... her hand absently brushed against one of the doorknobs and there was a small little trickle of electricity out of her fingertips, and she hurriedly pulled her hand back, hoping her guide hadn't noticed.
She was pretty. Black, but pretty. Or - that sounded racist. She just hadn't known a lot of black people, out back in Montana. She looked kind of like a movie star, honestly, with this kind of airbrushed appearance. There were no blemishes, all her features symmetrical, like she'd been carefully crafted by somebody. There weren't a lot of black movie stars, so she'd never seen a black woman as pretty as her. "This is where we take naps in between shifts if you've got to," she said, opening the door to display one of the rooms. Inside, a very handsome - blonde, muscular, and wow, very tall! - guy was sitting, wearing a way-too-tight t-shirt that made her blush furiously as he rose to his feet. "This is... well, we'll come back to him," she said, with a smile that was somehow threatening and promising all at once. "So, TV, as you can see, it's got the latest consoles. Eclipse, Stream. Plus the older stuff like the Pluto," she added. "We get every channel except, you know, porn stuff."
Giselle felt the heat in her cheeks grow even brighter at that, her gaze flicking over to the very attractive guy who she really hoped didn't think she was that kind of girl! "A-ah, th-that's, I'm, fine with there not being porn stuff."
Shadow Stalker - or should she say Sophia, since she was out of costume? - laughed at that. She felt so lame. "Don't worry, a) he doesn't give a fuck, b) you're gonna find out soon enough that you don't care about there not being porn stuff for an entirely different reason," she said, with this playful wink.
Giselle swallowed. Was this... was she going to try to... no, no, that was ridiculous. "It's true," came the voice of the guy. He was really, really tall, wow. He had like... a whole head on her. Maybe more. If she walked up close enough to him, his chin would probably be an inch above her head. Not that she'd walk up that close to him - her tits would be smushing into his chest by this point, and even if there were stereotypes about large-breasted girls, she really, really wasn't the kind to do that. "The not caring, and the you not caring," he said. He absently reached over for Sophia, just pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms around her. Ah. Ah, they were in a relationship, that made sense. Really pretty and really handsome fit together, yeah.
"You two are- are a cute couple," she said, then immediately regretted it. It sounded so awkward and lame. She was trying to make a good first impression but here she was, stammering like an idiot, just like she used to back in Montana.
"Thanks, I know," Sophia said, exuding the kind of casual self-confidence that Giselle wished she had. She paused. "Hey, your power isn't going to be a problem with the -" she gestured to the TV. "I mean, we get them replaced pretty quick but a whole week without video games back here was agony last time it happened." She clawed at her face in mock horror, earning a laugh from the guy. "Agony, slut." Did she just call him-? "I was in agony."
"I know. I had to salve your agony so much. It was terrible." He smiled as if at the shared joke.
"U-uh. Um. Sorry, I think I misheard?" Giselle asked.
"Mmm?" Sophia asked, her head tilting to one side. "What do you think you misheard?"
"H-his name?"
"I didn't say his name." Sophia didn't seem to know at all what she was talking about.
"Aha, I knew it," the guy declared, tightening his hug and physically hefting Sophia up off the ground, earning a manic cackle from the woman in question. "You don't think my name's slut!"
"Sorry! I just think Maurice is an awful name!"
"Now we get to the real root of the matter," the guy - Maurice, apparently, it wasn't that bad of a name - said. "You hate my name. Do I have to change my name for you? What do you think would be a good name? I mean, slut, obviously..."
"Don't even tempt me with that freaky stuff. 's like when you offered to get my name tattooed on your ass for your eighteenth birthday, fuuuuck," Sophia groaned out, pressing her body back against him. Giselle was just blushing and staring.
"I'll still do it, if you want."
"I do fucking want, but if you get my name tattooed on your ass, then people'll either know who you are when you're in your civvies, or know who I am first time your clothes get peeled off in a fight."
"They're not gonna make my costume out of teflon. Anyway, the last time I was even in a fight was eight months ago."
"Oh, so you don't want one of those ridiculously skimpy outfits once you're freed from Wards' rules about sexual exploitation?"
"Mm. It is pretty fun to get checked out by every woman in the world." He released Sophia from his grasp at last. Giselle felt a bit lightheaded. It was nice they were comfortable with each other, but, wow, right in front of her, it was a lot, she really didn't know what to do, and fuck she'd been staring at Maurice's chest, she turned her head away and pretended to be very interested in the wall. "Oh. You got any more touring to do, or is it time to show her the team perks?" He rolled his shoulders, a movement that drew her eyes directly to those pecs of hers, which she really shouldn't stare at.
"Dean ain't back there, is he?" Sophia asked, glancing behind him as if she'd suddenly find the guy. "Or Carlos, or whoever else. One of the purity squad who act so bravely to protect your chastity." It was clear she didn't think much of that. Giselle was really having a hard time following their conversation, which, it was nice they were so in sync with each other, she really hoped that when she got a boyfriend of her own one day he was one tenth as hot as Maurice, and that she got on with him even half as well, but, it was just kind of awkward to have them doing it right in front of her.
"Nobody's back there, obviously. You think I'm going to leave a guy back there? I'm not gay."
Sophia waggled her hands in faux-defensiveness, as if to mock the idea she'd offended him somehow. "Right. Giselle. Or would you rather I call you Polytechnic? Or is there a diminutive for Giselle? Gissy?" She squinted at that.
"Ellie's fine," Giselle said, awkwardly shifting in place. "We're only supposed to use cape names in costume, right?"
"Oh yeah. Shoot, I'm sorry. I called you Slut out of costume, babe."
"You know very well that 'Slut' is not my cape name. They wouldn't let me have it."
"So you say. Think they'll change the rules once you're full Protectorate? Lotta sexy dudes in skimpy outfits out there, y'know?"
"I think you need to make the offer to our guest, Sophia."
"Oh. Right. I'm starting to think you're antsy for her. I know you like big tits."
Giselle swallowed, ducking her head a bit. It was so bizarre how people acted when they saw you were large-breasted. 'Curious' guys who'd never give a fuck about her. Okay, she'd taken up one on it, wound up... putting his thing in between her breasts, but that had been all, and he'd just said it was alright and made it obvious he wasn't interested in her now that the novelty factor was gone. Maybe some girls would be happy with that, but she wanted something more than that from a guy. He didn't even have to want to be her boyfriend, just to give her the time of day. But no, she was a novelty. Sometimes she wished she just had normal sized breasts, like a C or a D. It was a huge pain to find J-cup bras, especially since so many went labeled wrong, and all they really got her was guys who weren't interested in anything serious. Or even a round two, based on her one experience.
"Hey," Sophia said, making her look up. "Uh. You're better with girls than me, slut."
"That's not hard," Maurice replied, letting out a sigh.
"Right, okay. Every PRT Department's got team perks, right? Tinker allies. Little powers that can help you out in day-to-day. Video games," she said, with an idle gesture towards the consoles. Giselle wasn't really into video games, she was more into fantasy novels about dashing heroines saving the day and getting the prince. "We've got a real special one here at the PRT ENE. This guy." She jerked a thumb at Maurice.
"Oh! Ah. Right. That makes sense. I read about the team in the flight over, sorry, you're Succor, right?" What was she asking that for, there was only two guys on the team who were really the insanely hot out-of-anybody's-league types and only one of them was a blonde. "You... mess with powers, right? I'm having a little trouble controlling mine sometimes..." She could imbue or enchant mechanical items, make them come to life as minions that glowed and whirred like Tinkertech, but only lasted a short time. "Can you help with that?"
"He can," Sophia reassured her, "but, that ain't what I'm talking about." She hefted one elbow up onto his shoulder, the angle rather awkward. "Bah," she muttered after a second of attempting to make it look natural. "What I'm talking about is the real team perk - this." She just grabbed his dick right in front of her, making Giselle's eyes widen for a moment. Okay it was a pretty big dick but she didn't like when guys just thought of her as a boob so she shouldn't do the same to a guy even if it was really tempting. She started to look at the ceiling. "Oh. Uh. You aren't gay, right?"
"No!" Giselle replied, way too fast. But she wasn't gay! It's not like it was wrong, she just wasn't!
"If she was gay, I would have told you by now, Soph." He cleared his throat. "I'm the team bicycle. You said you read about the team before coming here? I fucked every woman on it."
"Even-" Giselle started, before cutting herself off.
"That's the perk," Maurice explained. "Gets Sophia off, knowing she can whore her man out to her teammates like I'm just a piece of meat."
"Whore my slut out," Sophia corrected. "You're not a man yet, technically. I am fucking looking forward to getting to see what outfit you pick out once you are."
"What makes you think you're not gonna be the one to pick it out?" He teased her right back.
"Don't make me promises your ass can't cash," Sophia said, smiling as she shifted around, just giving his ass a quick squeeze.
"You've bought every bit of clothing I wear at this point, Sophia."
"Right. Ellie." Sophia turned her attention to Giselle. "It's Maurice's job to make sure you feel very welcome on the Wards. He's the team leader, after all. It's his job, when you think about it. And, he's not really that smart, or that charismatic, but he's got one thing in spades, so," she gave him a quick swat on the ass. "We're going out tonight, don't forget and fuck yourself dumb in her pussy. I haven't forgotten that time I let you get double-teamed by Amy and Lily and you were useless the next day."
"That was-" he stopped himself from continuing, glancing at Giselle. She must have looked like a deer in the headlights, by the way his expression softened. "Mind if I talk to Ellie alone, Soph?"
"I mean, I'd rather watch."
"I mean actually talking," Maurice replied, with a roll of his eyes.
"Sounds boring. You talked me into it," Sophia said, giving his ass a quick smack. "I'll be around if, y'know." She coughed and left the room.
It was just her, and this incredibly handsome, hot guy, who she definitely must have misunderstood because that couldn't be right, could it? I mean there were guys who did that kind of thing, in porn, but that wasn't real, right? Real guys, especially real hot guys, I mean, why bother with a girl like her? Just for her breasts?
His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head up as he brushed aside some of her wavy red hair. She swallowed as she came eye to eye with him. She must have looked so pathetic, with her tiny face and stature, as he just towered over her. She kept her hands clasped tight in front of her, having no idea what else to do. This was probably a prank. Yeah that made sense. Some of the tension drained from her body at that realization. They were hazing her. Obviously. That was fine. Alright. They-
She was interrupted from her thoughts when his lips met hers. They tasted a little like- like cherry. She swallowed as he pulled his mouth back from hers, hand gently stroking down along her face towards her neck, his hand settling on her shoulders. "You're cute. Anyone ever tell you that?" She shook her head, eyes bulging wide with the impossibility of this situation. "I have a confession to make, just between us." She nodded. "I kind of miss nervous, shy, unsure girls. Sophia was never that, and sometimes it feels like every girl I meet turns into some domineering sadist in two sessions or less."
"Sess...ions?"
"Bouts of sex," he clarified. "I get the vibe that you aren't that kind of girl, right? You wouldn't get off on spanking me. On making me kneel in front of you. You just want to do fun, sexy stuff together. And... more than just the once, right?" She felt her cheeks heat up. It was like she was an open book and he was reading her mind. What she really wanted was a boyfriend, but... "I'll give you advice on how to get laid with guys, all that kind of stuff. I've gotten a pretty good grasp on it from observation." That made her brow furrow. Wasn't he a guy? "But I really do love Sophia, and she can be a jealous woman, so. I hope we can be friends. Sex friends. Fuck buddies. I'll be your personal meat station, if it makes you happy." Meet station-? Oh, gross! He laughed as he saw what must have been a stupid face on her part. "No, you're not that kind of girl, I know. But when I say sex friends, I mean it. Not, 'we fuck sometimes, and pretend like we have a real relationship beyond sex.' Friends, who happen to have sex. That's the relationship I want to have with the girls on my team. All of them."
Giselle felt her throat bob, more than actively chose to swallow. "Y-you're hazing me, right? Guys don't like nervous, shy, unsure girls."
He tilted his head at that. "They do, but-" he raised his hand before she could object. "See. You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, right? And so guys that are into cuties like yourself, generally, they just wind up sitting there nervously while that girl continues to remain too oblivious and nervous." Wha- was that really true? Her brow furrowed as she tried to think if it could possibly be true. Was there secretly a guy back in Montana who would gladly have been her boyfriend but she never realized? "It's really a tragedy, but I guess there's no way to fix it, other than with guys like me," he explained, smiling an unbelievably handsome smile, the kind of thing you'd see in an advertisement for a really good brand of toothpaste. "So, let me say it: lots of guys would be absolutely happy if you mustered up the courage to ask them out. If I ever see you near one such guy, I'll tell you, so you can make the decision."
"Th-thanks?" There was no way he was right, but, she appreciated the thought.
"Now..." his fingers trailed along her neck, sending goosebumps all through her body at how they went. "Would you like to enjoy the perks of being a team member? Because I'd really love to enjoy them with you."
"You mean..." she really had to have misunderstood, or this must be a prank, or-
He hefted her up in his arms, shifting to carry her bridal style. She squeaked and blushed as he carried her to this simple, plain room, with nothing but bunkbeds in it - eight of them, to be exact. "I mean, sex, right here, right now. Well." He sighed. "I'd like to just lie you down, but..." he laid her down on one of the top beds, then quickly opened a box at the base of it. A few seconds later, there was a plastic tarp spread over the bottom bunk. "One of the cleaning staff complained about all the, you know. Residue. I felt bad, so, here we are." He hefted her back up easily. He was so strong and really hot and he was laying her gently down on what was admittedly plastic, but any thoughts of that flew right out of her head as he started to pull up that tight shirt.
Wow. He shaved. He didn't have a trace of body hair below the neck, and it made her feel completely unprepared. She was basically a virgin - she'd only ever had that one guy, who'd only gotten a titjob, which didn't really count - but this was a guy who was obviously really really experienced. He wasn't even the slightest bit hesitant, as he peeled off his top, wriggled his way out of his pants, and revealed that very nice big cock that made her lips part as she just stared and stared. "I'm thinking missionary?" He suggested gently, reaching for her skirt, slowly pulling it down to reveal her bare skin, removing her socks and shoes a moment later. She couldn't wiggle her feet out of them fast enough, as her brain slowly but surely restarted with the sharp realization this was really happening.
"Missionary s-sounds nice, Maurice," she managed to stutter out.
"You can call me something else," he said, with just the faintest crinkle of his nose. Okay. He didn't like that, what should she say? "Stud. How about stud?"
"L-like a horse?" She sputtered. That was kind of rude, wasn't it? Like breeder, but more obscure? Or was it different, like how shit was a cuss but poo was fine?
"You could say I'm hung like a horse, that'd really get my motor running," he told her, as he slipped her panties right off. She could feel the air brushing against her lower lips, the sensation one she was almost painfully aware of. She swallowed.
"I-I'm a virgin. Stud. Sorry if I come too fast."
He just leaned down to kiss her, even as his hands began to remove her t-shirt, grasping it by the base and pulling it up. She could feel his cock brushing against her thighs, the sheer size of it still astounding. "I really, really, love it when a girl comes quick," he breathed out in her ear, in a voice so utterly serious she was actually convinced. "One of my favorite things to do with Soph is make her orgasm on the first stroke. Don't tell her that I said, though," he added, with a nibble at her earlobe, his hands reaching behind her to undo her bra. He did it faster than she could do it herself, a quick flick of the wrist and she was topless.
She felt his cock line up with her slick sex, his hard length brushing against it, so tantalizing... the possibility of losing her virginity here, to a guy so sexy that nobody'd believe it back home... it was so tempting, but, she was going to be a heroine, and that meant... "I-I'm not on the pill, s-" was as far as she got before he simply thrust inside her, filling her up. Her eyes rolled up at just how good it felt, her breath catching in her throat as her hips bucked and ground against his body, her legs absently kicking at the air behind him. She couldn't even wonder why he'd been so willing to thrust into a girl without protection, because an orgasm hit her almost immediately, her sex clamping down on his cock hard enough to make him groan too.
"Don't worry," he breathed out, a moment later. "I've gotten pretty good with my power. It lets me make sure you don't get pregnant." He kissed her on the lips, a soft thing, that same cherry flavor taking her breath away. "Now... I've tried to ignore the pair of elephants in the room, but God, they're just gorgeous, Ellie," he told her, his hands sliding up her hips, reaching towards her breasts and caressing them. He was gentle, tentative, feeling up the weight in his hand with a kind of sweet interest, like it was his first time getting a grip on any pair of big breasts. "I mean, you're a cutie without them, but with them, you're a super cutie," he said, leaning down to kiss at the bare flesh of her breasts, sending tingles up her spine as he did so.
She blushed at the words. It was a weird way to put it... but it was also really nice. Like her breasts weren't just something novel for sex. Like he really liked them. She couldn't help it, her cheeks started to heat up, her body squirming beneath his own as he kept on thrusting inside her. He was surprisingly gentle, despite his apparent... well... she shouldn't think that kind of stuff about a nice guy like him. His lips kissed their way up her breasts towards her neck, then began to seriously suckle at the bare flesh there. It felt so weird, but really nice, too, a little breath escaping her throat as his fingers squeezed her tits. Not a lot, just a little, like he wanted to get a feel for how much they could compress but was worried he might hurt her.
He spoke then, a whisper in her ear, something sweet and gentle. "Come on. Talk more, Ellie. I want to hear you talk." She swallowed, having no idea what to say. "Compliment me," he suggested. "You can say nice things, I know."
"Y-you're really hot?" She could feel him twitch inside her at those words. Did guys really like being complimented that much? What was the thing he'd said earlier? Oh this was so ridiculous, but... "You're so big. You're hung like a horse?" She squeaked out that last word, but it really provoked something in him. His whole body language changed in a heart beat, going from sweet and tender to carnivorous, even desperate. She could feel his length seem to swell inside her, her body bouncing on the bed with each thrust - then it was her breasts bouncing, because his hands moved down from them to her hips, holding her in place.
It felt amazingly good. Stupidly good. She was biting her lower lip, straining not to come again. Even if he'd said it was okay, it was probably a sweet little white lie he was telling: girls weren't supposed to just come buckets all over the place and be totally useless during sex, even a virgin like her knew that. "You can come. Please do," he growled out, and she clenched her eyes shut, trying to decide whether or not to obey his request.
Her decision was taken away from her when another burst of pleasure flooded, seemingly unbidden, up her whole body, overpowering any mental defenses she had put up against an orgasm. Her body thrashed frantically in his grasp, wild and desperate, more energetic than it had ever been before. He simply buried himself deep inside her, smiling sweetly as she twitched wildly beneath him.
When her orgasm finally subsided, she was left panting on the bed beneath him, her head lazily lolling to one side. That had been a really amazing orgasm, but she could feel the burning in her cheeks. She had come way too quickly. Even if he was trying to be nice, she was acting way too much like some virgin. "That was really hot," he told her, making her cheeks burn, her eyes flicking up his way to confirm that he was being honest. He... looked like he meant it. "Don't worry so much about coming. Like I said - I like seeing girls come. Even if it's also cute watching them try really hard not to, then failing."
She swallowed. Was she that obvious? She didn't have much time to contemplate the question, because a moment later, he was moving inside her again, pumping away once more. His hands slid from her hips down to her legs, pulling them up and back, and she sputtered as she felt him get deeper inside than he had before. Her eyes spun around in her head as she simply gasped, her fingers clawing at the plastic tarp beneath her.
At that, Maurice positioned her so that her ankles rested on his shoulders, then reached for her wrists. Right. This was plastic, it- he moved her hands towards his back. "Go ahead and scratch that all you want," he said, smiling down at her. Then he leaned forward, and her thoughts whited out as he forced her into a tight V shape, her feet pressing right up to her ears. She had never been so glad that she'd tried out gymnastics before that moment in her life. Desperate gasps and pants escaped her throat, her vision completely blanked out by the sheer pleasure, her fingers raking freely across his back as her mouth opened and closed, desperately sucking in breaths.
Then he came as well. It was a low groan that accompanied it, his body shuddering atop her. She closed her eyes, going lax beneath him, happy just to have gotten the chance to experience... that. It was amazing. Her head lolled to one side, her eyes gently closing as she enjoyed the sensation. She was... ahn... fuck, it was so good... she was already drifting off in joy. He'd be done too, since he was a guy. She was just glad she'd made him come, and...
He was moving on the bed atop her, pulling out, letting her legs flop onto the bed. His eyes ran across her naked body. She was a complete mess, sweaty, her red hair sticking in various places, but he looked down at her with a carnivorous glint that she'd never received from a man before in her life. It made her cheeks burn. Was he really that interested in her? Were boys ever that interested in girls? She was increasingly being forced to conclude that he did, in fact, think she was cute, and liked that she came quickly, and all those other various absurdities. It was hard to believe he was a good enough actor to manage otherwise, even harder to guess at his motive.
She bit her lip and fidgeted on the bed. His cock throbbed in the air, and her eyes widened as she realized he was still hard. His hand reached down for her face, gently caressing her cheek, his eyes soothing and gentle as he looked down at her, yet there was that constantly-pulsing dick, bouncing in the air.
"Hey," he breathed out, his voice soft and gentle. "You want to try something else?" She nodded quietly. "I really want to titfuck these gorgeous boobs of yours. Is that alright?" His words were this bizarre (and strangely sexy) mix of gentle and crude. The wild reality of being told that a guy wants to do something sexy and exotic with you, combined with somebody sweet and caring... Sophia was really lucky to have such a great boyfriend. "Ellie?"
"Oh! Yes. It's okay. I mean, I've done it before." Once, but she didn't say that.
"Alright." He got off the bed, collecting a bottle of lotion and a small towel; he used the towel to clean his dick of her juices (thank God, she hadn't thought about how gross it would be to have that so close to her face), and thes started to splurt and rub the lotion into his dick - and then into her breasts. Her eyes wandered that hard cock of his, as he squeezed and rubbed the slightly pink, slightly translucent lotion in, the faint scent of strawberries wafting up from her own breasts as he rubbed it in there.
Once he was done, he straddled her. She felt tiny under him, especially since he had to lean forward to avoid bonking his head against the top bunk. His hard cock was soon swallowed in her breasts, his hands gently grasping them on either side and just squeezing them around his dick. A few inches still poked out from the top, seeming threatening and large - the first guy she'd done it with, his cock had completely disappeared in her tits, so this felt really impressive.
His pace was methodical, at least at first. These gentle back-and-forth movements, pumps accompanied by his cock almost poking her right in her nose. It didn't do a whole lot for her, having her tits used like this, but it felt kind of nice, and he was definitely enjoying it, and she'd come a lot before, so...
There was this gentle trickle of precum at the very tip of his cock, and it completely entranced her for several long seconds, threatening to bounce free at any moment. Then she leaned up, tongue stretching out to catch the droplet of salty something. Maurice groaned at that, his response perhaps exaggerated but definitely sincere, and she decided to go further, trying her best to give him a blowjob. She'd only seen a couple in pornos, but she knew the basic principle: you put the guy's cock in your mouth and used your tongue to make him feel good until he came. So her lips were wrapped around the tip of his dick (sometimes a bit more than the tip of his dick, when he slid far enough forward), and her tongue flicked at it whenever it could, flapping away as he groaned.
"Hold your breasts," he told her, as he continued to move back and forth, and her hands came up to do exactly that, her fingers pressing and compressing her breasts around his length. She did it a little bit more roughly than he had, just to make sure, and he let out a soft groan that told her he approved.
Then his hands went to her nipples, beginning to gently tease and play with them as he kept thrusting back and forth. It felt shockingly good - she'd never even really tried masturbating with her tits, but wow, he was amazing. His fingers would do this little twirl right around her nipples and it sent electric shocks right up her spine, hot breaths escaping her throat around his cock. His lips curled into a brighter smile as he worked her tits even harder, using those techniques, giving gentle pinches and tweaks to the hard nubs, and she panted around his cock as she felt her pleasure surging up.
Even if she'd never orgasmed from having her boobs played with in her entire life up until then, it was no surprise to either of them when she came. She moaned around his cock, her eyes lidding in pleasure as he held himself deep in the valley of her breasts, the tip of his cock smearing precum against her palate. She could feel it twitch and throb as she moaned around it, threatening at any moment to spray its hot seed all over the inside of her mouth, but she would welcome that.
It didn't quite come, though. It seemed like he'd definitely enjoyed being pressed in between her breasts, but he hadn't actually come. When her own orgasm had subsided, he reached down with one hand for the back of her head, gently petting her as he resumed a gentle, slow pace of thrusts back and forth, his balls slapping against her tits. Then he started to direct her forward up. He wasn't grinding her there (though, was it wrong to think it'd be a little hot if he did? She wasn't a sub, but a guy getting really into it and just smushing your face in his groin was sexy...), but directing her. A nudge, not a push. She followed the nudge up, though, until he vanished from her view entirely, her face obscured in her own titflesh as she wound up inadvertantly kissing her boobs around his cock, his tip teasing at the back of her throat.
That was when he came, suddenly and with a low, animalistic groan, simply holding her down as her mouth was filled up with hot semen. It was thick, let forth in copious quantities, filling her mouth to the brim, clogging the back of her throat, threatening to splatter out of it. She kept as tight a seal as she could on his dick, but the stuff just kept rushing out in spurt after spurt, so she increasingly worried she wouldn't manage to.
She did, though, somehow. He peeled back, then, letting his cum simply stain the inside of her mouth. She made sure to swallow it all down, even if it tasted salty and sharp. Guys liked it when girls swallowed, after all, didn't they? By the look on her face, she could at least be pretty sure that he liked it when she swallowed.
There was a long, pregnant silence, Maurice settling onto her stomach, his cock absently twitching, half-flaccid but still seeming really big to her eyes. Should she say something? She should, right? What... what should she say? "Your cum tastes really good." Her cheeks turned beet red the moment the words left her lips. What an absolutely ridiculous thing to say.
He just smiled down at her anyway. "Thanks for saying so." Okay, maybe it wasn't that ridiculous. They stared up and down at one another in that quiet pause. Were they going to keep going, she wondered? He was still kind of hard... but she was probably being sexist, assuming a guy would be up for three rounds right in a row just because he was really hot.
The door opened unceremoniously mere seconds later, putting the question out of her mind as one of her teammates - shoulder-length dark-blonde hair, around her age, which meant she was probably Vista, which meant this was insanely fucking embarrassing. And Maurice was on top of her so she couldn't really hide herself, just desperately look for something to cover herself with.
"Oh. Soph said you were just talking," Vista said, her gaze obviously way more on Maurice than on Giselle, which was the one tiny mercy of the whole situation. "Welcome to the club, by the way," she said, her eyes briefly meeting Giselle's. "Are you still going, or can I get a round?"
"I'm going to go ask Sophia why she told you we were just talking," he said with a scowl, getting up and hastily getting dressed. Giselle then had the opportunity to hide herself under the plastic tarp - Vista didn't stick around, though, following Maurice out.
"I mean, you said you were gonna talk," Sophia said distantly, feigning innocence as Giselle started to gather her clothes up. "And you didn't say you'd started fucking, which I figured, if you had, you would want me to know, so..."
