Chapter 9

To say that I was eager to get out of school for some fun and games with Alice would be an understatement of cosmic proportions. My resolution not to masturbate had my balls aching. I was used to coming at least three times a day, draining them in the morning, after school and before going to sleep, at the very minimum. Missing the morning session and the massive visual stimulation I'd been exposed to was having a noticeable effect.

So when Alice wriggled inside and sat in the car next to me, my first words were, "Did you play with yourself today?"

"No, I barely had time to dress and stick that log up my ass. Good thing you put a bottle of lube next to it," Alice replied, shifting in her seat.

"Remember, don't play with yourself, at all. I want you primed," I played a fingernail up her thigh. "I'm holding myself to the same discipline," I unzipped and helped it pop out. Alice stared at me with wide eyes, not resisting as I lowered her head to my lap. "You see, this will be my first cum of the day," I relaxed back, wallowing in the wonderful sensations her moist mouth and skilled tongue brought on, "Which is usually a quick one. Try to get the first with your mouth, as I don't want to go off early when you're in need. I'm sure you agree," I played with her breasts, hearing her moan agreement around my cock. It really didn't take long, the risk of exposure heightening the eroticism of my being able to just order a girl to suck me off. Especially when it was Alice.

She was quiet on our drive and stayed silent as we copied the keys. I was feeling mellow, idly wondering at her thoughts.

"You won't be taking the bus or walking anymore, Alice. I'll pick you up in the mornings," I stated and she nodded thanks.

I barely got the door open when she ran past me, upstairs. I locked up and went after her, following her to my bedroom. Her purse and my laptop were lying on the ground by her shoes, with Alice busy taking off her bra. I smiled, eyes locked on her pointy nipples, watching her strip as I took off my own clothes, in a more leisurely fashion. Alice sat on the bed, staring at me, legs closed and hands by her sides. When I threw the last item of clothing away, she rose to her feet and stepped towards me, freezing when I raised my hand for her to stop.

"Remember what I wrote you? I'm not going to tie you up today. It's all up to you to stay still, a test of willpower. Now, kneel on the bed, holding your arms behind you."

Wordlessly, Alice turned and climbed on the bed, the sway of her tight ass holding my attention. Turning back to face me, she knelt down, spreading her thighs to expose her pretty little slit, her arms behind her back, hands gripping her elbows. The position arched her back, making her tits look larger, and I could just see the circular top of the butt plug peeking beneath her glistening pussy.

I stepped closer, breathing out, "God, but you're beautiful. You're even more beautiful nude." I touched her, one finger rising from collarbone to the hollow of her throat, descending slowly between her breasts, then tracing a figure eight to circle both, going lower, around her navel, skirting her mons to trail down one thigh, then between her spread legs, reaching behind her opening to nudge the plastic disc that kept the plug from being swallowed into her bowels, drawing a loud gasp and a twitch as Alice worked to keep herself still.

The visible signs of her arousal were mounting as her pale skin began to flush, beads of sweat forming on her temples despite air-conditioning I'd turned on.

"Am I as beautiful as Maya?" Alice suddenly asked, shifting slightly.

"To me, you're more beautiful," I answered absently, caressing her side, feeling her ribs expand with the intake of her breath.

"Meaning, she's more beautiful to other eyes?" She persisted.

"Quite possibly. Why the rhetorical questions? Why do you care? I'm with you, not Maya," I touched and touched again, sliding fingers against her silky skin and even softer hair, building up the tension.

"I can't believe that bitch," Alice tried for indignant, having trouble managing it as her voice turned hoarse, "trying to set you up with her, with me sitting right there."

"It's all your fault, you know," I said calmly.

"I mostly shut up after you warned me," Alice gasped out, biting her lower lip hard to keep from moving as I traced the outer lips of her moist sex.

"Not just that, but who you are, or rather, your reputation," I explained. "It's a status thing, I'm important because I melted the Ice Queen."

"And how!" She moaned, squirming in sexual heat. "I'm melting, please, please, I need you, please..."

I watched her in fascination, letting her beg some more, her voice growing louder, her motions more pronounced the more I touched her.

When I saw a droplet of blood flow down her lip as she bit down too hard, I stepped closer, directing my aching cock at her sopping pussy. I entered her slowly, gently, filling her and pressing my body down against her, her trembling thighs collapsing back, knees opening wider.

Fully buried inside her, her nipples hard against my chest, I listened to her sobbing breaths, aware that she hadn't cum. Withdrawing, I tried to simultaneously bend down to bite on one nipple, press hard against her clit, pull out her anal plug and violently ram down, slamming all my weight against her crotch and filling her back up with my cock. I was a bit too clumsy to manage all of it at once, but perhaps the succession of shocks had an even greater impact. Her cunt pressed hard against my buried cock as her head dropped back and she screamed so hard my ears ached, then again, before she flopped bonelessly down.

I was still achingly hard and more than a bit frustrated, but fucking an unconscious Alice held little attraction. I fetched a wet towel to wipe the perspiration off her skin, moving her away from the wet spot and working to replace the sheet. The way I was going through bedsheets, I'd have to do laundry soon.

My erection wouldn't go down, the occasional brief glance at Alice's nude form more than enough to keep me aroused.

I picked up the discarded butt plug, looking in disgust at the filth that covered its tip, which rested deepest inside Alice. The smell wasn't that enticing, either.

"I'm sorry," Alice said in a low voice that sounded so bad that I almost whiplashed my face against the air, turning to look at her so fast. She looked about to cry, ashamed. "I just couldn't keep it clean, that far inside."

"Hey," I threw the offensive bit of plastic away, almost running to touch and reassure her, "I know, it's not a problem. I got you an enema kit, you can use it outside school. Ideally, I want you to always be clean and lubed, just in cased I feel like bending you over and fucking your ass," I rubbed one cheek thereof in emphasis. "Now, can you go on, or do you need a shower?"

Alice brought one hand to her pussy, then looked at my bobbing hard on.

"You didn't get off?" Her eyes were large.

"That's why I wanted a blowjob," I reminded her, "so I could last."

"But I didn't," she said in a small voice.

"Shower?" I asked with affected patience.

"Sure," Alice whispered, then her voice grew stronger, "You can fuck me in the shower," she suggested.

"That sounds so kinky!" I let my eyes go wide in mock astonishment, making her laugh softly. I picked her up and carried her to the shower, cock rubbing pleasantly against her skin. Getting a bit impatient, I had her hold on to the bars once the water felt warm enough for comfort, then held on to her soft, wet, slick ass, mounting her and fucking away with no regard for her pleasure for once, just letting go and banging away. Releasing all constraint, going wild on her, was a huge relief, a flood of lust and horniness the swept me up into a hard, almost violent, animal rampage. I don't know how long it took, but the release, streams of cum at least as powerful as the water raining on us from the showerhead, was so strong it brought tears to my eyes and left me shaky.

I looked down to see Alice's face cradled in her arms against the shower wall, her buttocks an angry red. "Are you okay?" I asked, worried almost sick.

She moved and I slid out of her, white fluid dribbling down. Alice moved slowly, carefully, turning and hugging herself against me, rising on her tiptoes to kiss. We let the warm water run down us, rubbing against each other in a long lip-lock that involved plenty of tongue.

"I take it that you are okay?" I raised my brows in question.

"Much better than merely okay," Alice replied languidly, stretching kinks out in a manner that almost had me up again. I wouldn't have thought that even remotely possible. I definitely meant what I told her earlier — neither Maya nor Brianna could possibly look that good naked. Bigger tits just aren't enough of an equalizer, nor are their faces that much more attractive, at least not to me. Especially given the way Alice looked at me and her almost unconscious sexiness.

"The only problem is," she looked down, "I'm sore again. I hurt just about everywhere. Oh," she hurried to add, "in a good way, but I'm not really good for another go, not the way you do it. You fuck like a god," she looked me in the eyes, licking her lips, "I can't take too much of it. I just don't have the stamina," she shrugged.

"No sports at all?" I asked, turning her around and massaging her shoulders, taking some liquid soap in my hands and massage-soaping her all over.

"Not really, unless pool or chess count as sports," Alice sighed as I soaped her breasts, paying meticulous attention to every millimeter.

"Well, I'm going to free up three afternoons, we can play tennis or squash. It's a physical game for two. Table tennis, too."