Unspoken Pleasure by 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. | 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 twhere she'd done the right thing? It felt like she was working all the

tto 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 cclose.

It wasn't a bad scent at all, really.

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

"And then you can fuckup the ass?"

"| 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, | get that you want to hate me.

| probably deserve to be hated. | never promised to be a good person. And look, | got what | 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 fuckin 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 sthing as he stared back at her.

"Your tits are amazing," Steve said, "Sorry. | 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 gone 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 ceasy. 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 | 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 | fucking you good, Taylor?" he asked.

"Ssssoo00 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 fuckingso much better than you!"