The vibrant glow of the sun shined hot and heavy on Wawanakwa. Everyone in the area was engaging in whatever activity they could to either beat the heat or take advantage of it. Some decided to take the time and catch a tan. Others tried to seek out the nearest body of water to take a dip and elude the tyranny of the sun.

That's what Harold and Gwen decided as they wore their swimsuits beneath their clothing while carrying everything they needed for a trip to the Aquatic Area in their bags. They conversed as they made their way to their destination.

"I mean y'know, I thought it was gonna like… last and stuff. I thought he was the one. Boy, that's the last time I ever believe in any of that crap." Gwen spoke as she and Harold made their way to Wawanakwa's aquatic area.

Harold adjusted his glasses as he spoke. "Such is teenage romance. One minute you guys feel like you're made for each other and you got your whole future ahead of you. Then the next minute, you end up being strangers that won't stand to look at each other."

"Well geez, you just made that a little heavy." Gwen snorted.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to put a damper on your already gloomy mood." Harold apologized as he rubbed his scrawny, stick-like arm.

"Nah you're good, man. Anyways, let's just sit down, relax, and talk about something else."

The two finally reached the pool area of Wawanakwa. They thankfully found a couple of unoccupied lounge chairs and set their stuff down.

"Man it's a freakin' inferno today isn't it?" Gwen said as she fanned herself with her hand.

"Heheyeah. I'm gonna crisp up and fall apart at this rate."

"That's why the shower here is the best. It gets really cold. Not like the crappy communal showers that aren't even cold in the slightest."

Harold widened his brows. "Oh. You wanna hop in the shower?"

Gwen nodded. "Best way to beat the heat."

"True. We should probably get out of these clothes and into our swimsuits before we hop in. I'm already wearing mine under my clothes. How about you?"

Gwen confirmed with a nod. "Same."

"Cool."

They both proceeded to remove their clothes. Harold didn't take long to remove his shirt followed by his pants, leaving him bare-chested and in nothing but a normal set of swim trunks that hung just above his knees.

Gwen couldn't help but admire the sight. Maybe it was the loneliness talking, but she bit her black painted lip at Harold baring himself to the blazing elements. He wasn't the most muscular of guys but she noticed the beginnings of something beneath his body as a result of all the physical activity he engaged in from being a Total Drama contestant. She wasn't too keen on seeing him this way, as she wanted to keep things friendly and platonic between them, but she couldn't help it.

Once Harold got his swimwear out, Gwen took her turn. She pulled up her own shirt, baring more of her own chest but still partially covering it with a modest top. Then she bent over a little to slip out of her skirt, revealing her bottoms which provided a decent amount of cover but tightly hugged her smooth, pallid ass, making her cheeks somewhat stick out.

It was definitely enough to catch Harold's attention. Little Harry was starting to wake up and poke through his shorts. His glasses fogged up at the sight of Gwen's somewhat plump ass facing his way, swaying slightly from side to side as if trying to entice him.

Which wasn't too far from the truth because Gwen knew how easily he was enraptured and so easily swayed by the power of ass. Plua she missed the feeling of being wanted.

"So, ya ready to get a move on?" Gwen asked.

"Y-yeah." Harold nodded.

"Who's gonna use it first though?"

"Hmm…good question." Harold hummed as he ponderously rubbed his chin.

"Rock, paper, scissors for it?" He proposed.

Gwen shrugged. "Sure."

They raised their fists, hammering them down three times as they uttered out loud, "Rock, paper, scissors", and made the choice in their heads that both were sure to win.

"Shoot!" Shot out of their mouths as they threw their hands down the fourth and final time.

They both ended up picking scissors. They stood and stared awkwardly with their arms hanging like idiots.

"Crap." Gwen cursed.

"Uh? Go again?" Harold tentatively suggested.

"Yeah, again."

They threw their fists down the same way as before.

"Rock, paper, scissors… Shoot!"

It was paper on both sides this time and Harold and Gwen once again stood still and slack jawed.

They immediately went for it again. Then it ended up in a tie again. They tried again. Still a tie. And again. And again.

"Okay okay, that's enough. We can't stop getting tied!" Gwen groaned as she dropped her arms in defeat.

"Maybe a coin flip would be better?" Harold suggested.

Gwen nodded in firm agreement. "Yeah I think that's better."

Thankfully, Harold happened to have one in his pocket. He fished it out before setting it on his thumb.

"What's the most you ever lost in a coin toss, Gwen?" He spoke in a deeper, monotone voice.

"My virginity." The teen goth answered without skipping a beat.

"Seriously?" Harold broke character to ask.

"Yeah. I call tails, by the way."

Harold nodded. "Alright. Here we go."

The boy flipped his thumb, sending the coin high onto the air before it fell right back down onto the ground.

"No way…"

"Are you freakin' kidding me?"

The coin ended up landing right on its edge, on the flat asphalt of the ground. There should've been almost no chance of that happening, but to Harold and Gwen's mutual disbelief, it did.

Then they both locked eyes, their expressions changing from slight annoyance to one that silently asked "are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Both?" Harold asked.

"Both." Gwen answered.

Then they both nodded. "Both is good."

"But we're keeping this strictly friendly, alright? Let's not make things weird at any point." Gwen laid it out plainly.

Harold nodded firmly. "Yeah of course. My hands shall be kept to myself the whole time."

"Same."

Despite their spoken agreement, Harold and Gwen were hot for the idea of showering together and delving beyond the boundaries they verbally set but mentally wanted to break past. And they knew full well that their hormonal teenage asses would make an attempt to do just that.

The shower they spoke of was just a couple minute's walk away. The showerhead stuck out of a wooden partition that rose just a few feet above Gwen and Harold's heads.

Gwen turned the knob and the ensuing stream of water poured forth at a steady, relaxing pace. It also bore a wide enough spread to get both Harold and Gwen in its area of effect, but not their entire bodies at once. But they managed to settle in regardless.

Gwen kept her hand on the knob "How do ya like your showers, Harold? Boiling hot like the devil's asshole? Colder than Heather's heart? Or maybe warm and comfy?"

Harold chuckled a bit. "Uhh, warm and comfy but edging on Devil's asshole."

Gwen smiled and nodded. "Ah I see you're a man of culture who likes a little heat, huh? I dig it."

"But not too much heat. You're making this shower hot enough as it is." Harold said with jumping eyebrows.

His comment elicited an amused scoff out of Gwen. "Oh my gosh, you're so lame."

Gwen shook her head as she grabbed the bar of soap and began to rub every bit of exposed skin on her arms, legs, and torso and coating it in foamy suds.

Harold had already broken the agreement the moment he became mesmerized by Gwen rubbing all over her near naked body. He was captivated by the suds and water droplets rolling off her pale, flawless skin. His longing gaze raced across every subtle curve of her body, which seemed like every single one had become accentuated specifically for his eyes. The way she moved was simple and predictable yet Harold hung onto every motion.

Harold shook his head hard to snap himself out of it as he realized he was getting way too distracted. He needed to wash himself pronto.

With the bar of soap in his hand, he ran it all over his chest, his arms, and his legs, much like Gwen did minus the beguiling beauty and grace. When he tried to go for his back, he found himself struggling to reach for it. His hands fell just short of touching it.

Gwen noticed how much effort Harold put in just to lay a finger on his back and she couldn't bear to watch another second. While fully aware of the limits they set for each other, she drew a few steps closer.

"You need some help there, bud?"

"Ah-ah I'm perfectly… capable of… reaching back there. Almost… just gimme a minute…" Harold strained his voice as he spun his body every which way, but all of his efforts refused to bear fruit and he dropped his hands.

"Okay nevermind, I don't got it." Harold sighed.

"Here, I got you." Gwen took the bar of soap out of his hands before taking it to his back.

She froze in her tracks when she realized what she was doing. Gwen stood in a position where making such contact would tempt her into feeding a need that she really needed to hold back at this moment. She was sure that if she did this, she'd end up taking it far beyond what they were both willing to accept.

"No, we're just friends." Gwen thought to herself, rocking her head to shake those dirty thoughts out of her.

With a deep breath, Gwen began to rub circles around Harold's back, quickly covering his soaked skin in bubbly foam before applying her palm and using it to cover every bit of skin she could get her hand on.

"Ooh, that feels nice." Harold shuddered.

After Gwen gave his back enough coveraged, she grabbed a bottle of body wash and squeezed herself a hefty dollop before repeating the same motions.

Whatever tension he held in his body completely melted away as Harold lost himself to the smooth softness of Gwen's hands. He hung his head back as a strangled moan escaped his lips. His tranquil mind began to wander as it focused on the enthralling sensation on his back. He soon found himself wondering how it would feel on his…

Uh-oh. Harold's eyes shot wide open when he felt a certain something rise and shoved the fabric of his shorts. He looked down to see the subtle, yet noticeable tent he was pitching.

"Crap…" Harold hissed under his breath.

"Hmm? Ya say something?"

"N-No, I didn't."

Gwen hummed suspiciously as she pursed her lips into a slanted line before shrugging and deciding to forget about it.

"Alright Harold, I've washed your back. Now you wash mine." Gwen declared.

Harold gulped before giving a sheepish nod. "Uhh… sure thing."

Gwen handed the bar of soap to Harold as she walked around his side to get in front of him. She kept her gaze to the wall while she kept her back towads Harold.

"Okay, you can do this." Harold hyped himself up to do this without any incident.

Though he had to maneuver around the straps of Gwen's bikini top, he found little to no issue while trying to wash her back. When he put his palm on her, his fingers tingled at the velvety smoothness of her skin as he fluidly glided his hand all over her back.

The rarity of being this close to a girl made it difficult not to keep less than chaste thoughts out of his mind. Especially since this is the closest any girl's ever gotten to him while technically in an immodest state of undress. The sight of her asscheeks slightly bulging out of the rear of her bottoms certainly didn't help.

"Gosh…" Harold whispered to himself as he struggled to tear his eyes away from Gwen's butt and simply stood with his hands hanging and his mouth slightly agape.

Gwen threw a look over her shoulder as she heard Harold and couldn't contain her smile. She knew exactly why he had suddenly stopped and something sinister whispered to her touch-starved mind to take advantage of it.

Gwen took a couple steps back until the back of her bikini bottom tapped the tip of Harold's tent. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that hitch in his breath.

Harold seized up like he was tased. He dropped the soap (safely), and his hands hung even higher as conflict raged in his mind. The proximity caressed the lust within, yet he was fighting hard not to break their earlier agreement.

It all took a turn for the worse when Gwen, with a blush-dipped smile, threw her ass back and started slowly rubbing herself up and down Harold's concealed cock.

At that point, Harold saw how deliberate this was and he instantly abandoned the idea of keeping things simple and clean. With a gulp, he slowly brought his shaky hands to Gwen's hips and bucked his pelvis along with her.

"Mmm, ya liking that, Harold?" Gwen said as she threw a sly, half-lidded look at her friend.

"Y-Yeah…"

"Figures. I can feel how stiff you are right now."

"You're making it hard, that's for sure. Ah, I mean this whole uh… not my- well, you're making that hard too, but-"

Gwen chuckled. "Heh. You realize just how far we crossed the line at this point, right?"

"Uhh… well."

"It's not that I mind. We can keep going. But that depends on how far you want to go." Gwen emphasized with a sultry softening of her voice and a jumping of her eyebrows.

"That's a dangerous question you're askin', I feel. I mean, I wanna go everywhere with you. Question is, will you let me?"

Harold didn't have time to yelp before Gwen pulled the back of his head and crushed his lips against hers. His heart stopped and his mind froze but in seconds he immersed himself in the kiss and lost himself to her rhythm, passing moans and saliva between their moving mouths.

With a resounding smack, they parted. Shortened breaths puffed into each other's lips as half-lidded, lust-filled eyes conveyed their needs without a single word between them.

"Th-that answer your question?" Gwen said with a soft sigh.

Harold gulped before he gave his answer. "M-Maybe… how bout some more for good measure?"

They orally united once more, shattering every barrier that held them back. Harold pulled Gwen closer, bringing her back flush against his bare chest. It didn't take long for things to intensify to the point where they pushed themselves against the wall.

A dark spot formed on the tip of Harold's bulge as he continued to grind against Gwen. The heat burned in his loins as he sought to satiate the desire to feel more. His hands jumped to her breasts, drawing a moan from her throat as his fingers clenched on her moderate bust.

Gwen couldn't help but feel it too. She was quickly losing herself to the passion blooming between herself and the nerd she happened to take a liking to, even as shallow as it was. Feeling his concealed dick rubbing against her ass brought a certain need that she had shelved in the furthest corner of her mind back to the forefront and in seconds, her girlhood began to soak and tingle.

Whether it was instinct that drove him or he had gained psychic powers in the middle of their tryst, Harold's hand began to creep lower down Gwen's body, his fingers stretched out and slightly curled. Gwen immediately recognized what the position of his hand fingers implied and she shivered in anticipation.

It's been awhile since Gwen had someone else's hands in her pants, but being so touch starved, especially in that area, left her so thirsty, she didn't care who slipped under her panties. So the moment Harold's fingers brushed against her soft, leaking lips, fireworks blew up in her core and her hips slightly jumped at the contact like someone pricked her ass with a needle. It was only a cursory touch, but Gwen quickly found herself wanting more.

"Mmm, Harold…keep goin'. She begged as she bumped her ass against him harder.

Harold figured that stiffening of Gwen's body, plus the following moan was a good sign so his shy, tentative touches didn't take long to pick up speed and increase in pressure. With every flick of his wrist, he could feel her folds slowly opening up to him, his fingers getting more coated in her juices. Then he managed to dip his finger inside, feeling her soft fleshy petals part for him while her more pliant, innermost walls closed tightly around his invading digit as if letting go meant death.

"Gosh… tight…" Harold whispered, which Gwen didn't miss by a longshot.

"Stick another finger in there and see how tight it could get…" She hotly sighed into his ear, stoking the flames of lust within him even more.

Harold did exactly as she suggested, pushing another finger into her, feeling her gape open for him before snapping shut. The sensation proved greater than before, his fingers feeling like she was strangling them. Once he started moving, her insides became a little more accommodating, allowing him to slide back and forth freely and smoothly, giving him a taste of the main course they were building up to.

"Ah, screw it!"

Gwen spun around, briefly turning into a blur before the rest of the world did in Harold's eyes. Before he could think for even a second, his back hit the wall while Gwen had him trapped between her arms.

"G-Gwen? Wha-What are you-oh!"

Harold's dick quickly got caught in Gwen's greedy grasp, flinching and groaning as she clenched her fingers tight around it.

"You know exactly what I'm doing. And I think you and I both know exactly what we want."

Harold's shaky, heavy breaths slipped between quivering lips. "U-Uh… well it seems pretty obvious doesn't it?"

Gwen nodded confidently. "Yup. Question is, how do you wanna get it?"

Harold's mind raced with a multiverse of infinite possibilities and realities, just like his favorite American comic books. The closest of Gwen's body to his and the door she was holding open for him drove his mind and his libido into a frenzy and the way she expertly groped his cock was already getting him close to blowing.

"I… wanna feel m-more…" Harold breathed through fragmented words.

"More what? Speak up, Harold." Gwen drew so close to his face, he could feel the puffs of her breath after each word on his lips.

"Y-Your soft, de-delicate h-hands on… my dick!" Harold let out with a hefty exhale.

Gwen giggled. "Oh really? Maybe I wanna feel that hard throbbing cock on my hands, too. Been a good minute since I felt one. You wanna be the reminder of how much I enjoy it?"

"G-gosh, yes! Please!"

"Weeellll, since you asked nicely…"

Gwen immediately fell to her knees. She hooked both of her index fingers on the top of his shorts but didn't immediately pull down. She looked at him with fluttery eyes and a small smile meant specifically to tease him. Harold bit his lip at the sight and could barely handle the mounting tension.

Gwen teased herself just as much as she teased Harold with every agonizing second that passed by. She felt her sex quiver with anticipation, unable to wait any longer for something big and hard to fill her empty void once more.

She pulled his swimming trunks down to his knees, hoping to get slapped across the face with a big throbbing chunk of meat, thinking the nerd might have been secretly packing this whole time and she'd be the first to discover it.

Then Gwen's jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide. A gasp escaped her parted blue lips. She figured that Harold had to be a "big guy" to compensate for the rest of his scrawny self.

But not this big!

She got what she wished for as a thick slab of meat that's about as thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm hung between Harold's legs. Gwen moved her head in every angle, struggling to believe this was contained beneath his shorts.

"Well, this is me. Hope it's not too… lacking." Harold sheepishly said as a blush colored his face.

"Harold, are you kidding me? You're like… a friggin horse!" Gwen's eyes climbed up and down his length, tracing the many veins and ridges lining his shaft.

"Aww shucks, I never really-I mean aren't other guys the same size?" Harold rubbed the back of his head.

"No, not at all! I didn't think I'd have… like, so much to work with, y'know what I mean? A warning would've been nice."

Harold nodded. "Yeah I'm sorry about that. Didn't really expect to go this far."

Gwen nodded. "Yeah, I get it. "

Gwen gave Harold's dick a closer look. It stood up straight and throbbing, indicating he was at full mast. As daunted as she was, she realized she had gone this far already and resolved herself to make the best of it.

"Well, I always heard to relax and it wouldn't hurt…" Gwen used that like an inspiring mantra to keep her going.

She reached out with both hands closing every soapy finger around Harold's meaty thickness but struggling for them to meet. He shuddered and groaned, the sensation rapidly surging throughout his nervous system, driving his fists to clench and his toes to curl. She let a breath slip when she saw how far back and forth she had to move her hand, but at least she didn't have to put in that much effort. Harold was already huffing and puffing when she only stroked a fraction of him.

"G-Gwen, your hands feel really good…" Harold moaned.

"Never got this before?"

"No, never."

Gwen smiled. "I'm surprised. I think any girl would love to handle this beast. Guess that makes me lucky."

It took nearly ten minutes before Harold's breath became short by the time Gwen's hands moved fast enough to blur on his dick and he could feel him throbbing in her grip.

Harold groaned. "Oh gosh, Gwen! I'm really- I think I'm gonna-"

She barely had a second to react before Harold let loose a quick shot of his thick, creamy cum right on the spot of skin between her collarbone and the curve into the top of her breasts. It momentarily stunned her to feel cum splattered on her that quickly.

"Gosh, I'm really sorry about that." Harold apologized between tired puffs of air.

Gwen chuckled "It's fine… it's your first time isn't it?"

Harold coyly nodded.

"It happens." Gwen got to her feet and faced the showerhead. She applied some more soap to her chest to wash the cum off of her.

Harold's eyes soon proved bigger than his dick as Gwen's body tempted him once again. The unintentionally sensual way she washed herself slowly geared him up for another go and his flaccid cock was beginning to reawaken.

"Uhh, Gwen?" Harold called out.

"Hmm?"

Harold wasn't sure if she would say yes, but he gave his best shot.

"Ya think… we can uhh… keep going?"

Gwen stopped what she was doing to face Harold before a bugged out gaze darted to his still standing dick, throbbing and shivering for more. She gulped in trepidation, yet the sight of it thrilled her and brought her pussy to an aroused tremble.

"Geez, you're still hard aren't ya?"

Harold nodded.

"Dude, I'd freakin love to. Never had it that big before, so I'm just wondering if that's gonna fit me."

Harold nodded. "I think so! I mean, if you uhh, maybe lube it up a bit. Plus… you haven't got yours yet."

Gwen conceded that he had a point. It was true, she didn't get anything out of that herself besides a nice view, a nice shot on her chest and the satisfaction of feeling such a monster in the palm of her hands. The more she looked at it, the more her body ached for it.

Gwen gives a firm, agreeable nod. "Y-Yeah, you're right. Alright Harold, I uhh… I can give it a shot."

"Yes!" Harold hissed victoriously as he pumped his fist.

They both got out of the shower before moving to the lounge chair, making out as Gwen laid on her back while Harold was on top. Shivering, excited hands wandered all over her body, trying to feel every morsel of skin they could. After crawling all over her body, his hands landed on her covered boobs to give them a squeeze, drawing a muffled moan from her lidded lips. She raised herself while keeping her lips locked with the guy and reached behind her back.

Harold had completely lost himself to the moment, his concentration completely consumed. That was until he felt the bikini top slip away from his hands and replaced with plus, hand-filling flesh. A strangled gasp leaked from his lips as tore himself away from Gwen and looked down where his hands met her chest.

"B-Boooobies…"

Harold quietly uttered in reverence, his hungry gaze glued to the moderately sized pillows of smooth pale flesh topped with shiny pink nipples. His eyes shimmered while drool hung from his lip.

"Hey. Focus." Gwen chuckled as she snapped her fingers in his face.

"Heh. Sorry." Harold apologized before drawing close for another kiss.

Only for Harold's lips to pucker on Gwen's palm.

"Whoa whoa, Casanova. I think we've got enough of that. How bout putting those lips somewhere else?"

"Somewhere… else?" Harold asked, his brow raised in confusion.

"Mm-hmm. In fact, you've got your hands on them right now." Gwen slyly hinted.

"Oh!"

Moving his hand to expose her nipples, Harold brought his face to a boob and suckled on her tit. He started out gentle, "biting" and pulling it with tightly puckered lips.

"Mmm… ooh."

Gwen moaned in earnest, enjoying the way her tits were being toyed with like she always had. They were somewhat sensitive and every little touch sent sharp little shocks soaring through her body, making her shake like a leaf in the wind.

Once Harold added his tongue to the equation and tasted her, it was like a switch flipped in his brain and he became more ravenous, much to the goth's enjoyment. The little bites on one titty and the pinches on the other began to make this whole interaction even better. Soon, there was enough heat and wetness in her loins and her pussy twitched and ached for a skilled, passionate touch in a more intimate area.

Gwen lightly nudged the top of Harold's head, the unspoken message of which thankfully got across and he began to lower himself down her body, his lips pecking on her stomach throughout his descent.

Eager to taste pleasure, Gwen threw her bikini bottoms down her ankles and off her feet in one swift motion before shoving Harold's face right into her naked, smooth shaven pussy barely allowing any time to admire it. His mouth puckered on it immediately and so too was his tongue rushed to lap at Gwen's flooding folds

"Mmm! Mmmff!" Harold was equal parts suffocating and equal parts intoxicated by Gwen's strong, feminine taste and scent, which bound him to her crotch more than the pressure she applied to her hand.

"Crap… oh gosh!" Gwen threw her head back and arched her back, involuntarily bucking her hips into Harold's face. Despite how sloppy and unrefined his oralwork was, he compensated with ravenous enthusiasm, driving her senses to a fuzzy blur.

Gwen pulled Harold's face away from her, forcing a gasp out of her lips like she was just underwater. Her back straightened out as it fell onto the chair. Hormones and horniness raced through her body and mind as she reached for Harold's crotch and greedily grabbed his bulge.

"Drop those pants now." Gwen said with a firm authority like the crack of a whip across Harold's back that compelled him to obey.

With that, she threw herself to the lounge chair, laying on her stomach. and spread her legs wide open.

"Hope I don't need to show you how this works." Gwen said as she spread her pussy lips

Harold shakily laughed. "Nahhh, I got this."

Kicking his trunks off his feet before getting between Gwen's legs. Harold kept himself above her while using his free hand to aim his dick towards her pussy. With every thrust he made, he missed her by a longshot, poking everywhere but the actual point of entry.

Harold ran a sweaty hand over the back of his neck. "Uhhh, oh geez, I'm sorry Gwen…"

"It's okay. Here, lemme…"

Gwen grabbed Harold's dick and gently guided him to her hole. She ran his head up and down her thin, soaking slit, giving herself a preparatory rub before his head pushed passed her buttery soft lips, spreading them open like they never have before and slowly pulling her insides apart with every slow push.

Gwen was seized by a sharp, lightning-like shock from the initial penetration before every thick inch of Harold's pecker parked inside her like a school bus in a doghouse. He stretched her out in a way that no toy or penis has ever done before and it left her spine arched and her body as stiff and speechless as a stone statue.

"Oh crap, I'm in… side." Harold said through a bitten lip as he could already feel the attempt to strangle his cock.

"Y-Yeah… you are." Gwen choked back a gasp.

"H-How's your first pussy feel?"

"Agh… like heaven. Sooo hot! So tight! Ooh I dunno if I can go on longer." Harold spoke with a wariness in his voice.

"Just… try okay? Longer than before. Ah shit I dunno if I can last either…" Gwen said with strain in her voice.

Harold simply nodded, making a promise he wasn't sure he could keep. He pulled his hips back before slamming them home as hard as he could, the impact echoing throughout the aquatic area. Alongside the rough rocking of her body, Gwen felt the bulbous head of his cock beating against her cervix, slightly caving it in.

"Oooh shiiit, you're stretching me out, Harooold…" Gwen's black lips fell open in a lusty whine.

"Th-That's good, right?"

"Fuck yeah it is! Keep going!"

As Gwen felt nothing but sharp but slick friction, there wasn't any part of her that Harold wasn't stretching out. All things considered, she was surprised by how well Harold kept up the pace with a surplus of energy, despite how he had just cum just minutes ago.

Harold began to go even faster, and Gwen opted to relax her body, resting her head on her forearm. She felt the weight of her partner's sweaty body rest on her own, and his forehead rocking on her shoulder.

"G-Gwen…" Harold hoarsely called out.

"L-Lemme-hah… guess? About to… to blow again?" Gwen surmised between labored breaths.

"Y-Yes… like right now!"

Gwen nodded. "Alright… jus-just cum on my back. I-It's not safe for me right now!"

"Hahhh… okay."

Harold's thrusts reached top speed for a few seconds before he gave a few final pushes, before that burning sensation in his loins reached a fever pitch and he could no longer take it. He pulled out as quickly as he could, his flopping cock, immediately shooting all over her ass and her back, adding more white to what was already on her skin.

Gwen felt a little disappointed that he couldn't cum inside her because she felt so much cum on her back, it felt heavier than Harold's body did. It felt so warm and she would've loved to feel that filling her guts.

"Ahhh…" Harold sighed like he had a refreshing drink and promptly collapsed as the fatigue finally caught up to him.

Gwen also had the energy drained out of her, despite how little she actually did. This was definitely something Gwen would love to repeat, especially better prepared so she could be safe enough for him to finish inside. Feeling the whole thing was deliciously exhausting, she rolled Harold off her back and sat up straight on the lounge chair. She grabbed her towel from her bag to wipe her back.

"Harold?" Gwen called out.

"Y-yeah?" The boy answered as he laid on the chair trying to catch his breath.

"Let's… do this again." Gwen smiled as she locked lusty eyes with the guy.

"That good, huh?" Harold said, feeling a swell of satisfaction in his chest.

Gwen nodded. "Kinda, yeah. And next time, I'll be on the pill so you can… yeah, you know."

Harold's face lit up. "Wait really?"

"Yup. To be honest I didn't expect much when we started getting a little frisky. Hell, I didn't expect you to be packin. But man, you blew me away big time."

Harold nodded. "Wow. Thanks."

"Don't mention it, Harold. Now uh, I think I'm gonna go… wash up a bit."

Gwen got up to her feet before heading in the direction back to the shower. Harold kept his eyes glued on that tantalizing sway in her hips and the subtle jiggling of her ass with every step she took.

Gwen suddenly stopped, throwing a tantalizing look over her shoulder while keeping her naked back facing him. She smiled as he pulled him to his feet with four simple words.

"Care to join me?"

Harold could not jump out of his seat fast enough. His huge dick swung between his knees before jumping into a solid standing pose that pointed directly at Gwen.

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