Senior Year Memories: Sophie (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

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Throughout my senior year, I’d done my fair share of sneaking around when it came to getting laid. When one of the easiest times to hook up with a lot of girls was during lunch breaks or after that final bell at school, you got good at sneaking around to find some dark corner of school to get it on pretty quickly. However, with most of my experience in stealth being around the halls of Regan Hills High School, I was still sorely lacking in the skills needed for real world applications.

Namely, sneaking into a girl’s house without being seen.

Wait, I swear, it’s not as bad as it sounds.

Like so many of my adventures, this one began with an unexpected text.

I received the message about two hours after I got home from school, and you could say it caught my attention right away.

I’m horny and I can’t leave the house without getting in trouble. Can you come here? I’ll let you in through my window.

Now, I’ll admit, with the experiences that I had had this year, this wasn’t a guaranteed, 100% rush out the door sort of text. I was having plenty of sex, and the chance at getting in trouble wasn’t one I was looking forward to.

But when I saw the text came from Sophie Cusack… yeah, that was enough to get me running.

The hot-bodied religious girl had seemed like she might be an enemy of sorts back around Halloween, but after Josie and I double-teamed her in her church’s Hell House, I knew that Sophie was very much someone I could call “my people”. Our tryst on Christmas Eve only solidified this, and while I knew our encounters would be few and far between due to our very different home lives, she was definitely on my list of people I couldn’t turn down.

And so, I walked the handful of blocks over to her house (my bike was out of the question if I didn’t want it to be seen parked by her window) and followed her instructions on how to best approach without being noticed. I snuck around the side to the window she’d sent a picture of, and knocked three times.

For a few moments, I felt terribly vulnerable as I waited by her window. If a neighbor, or worse, any of her family saw…

And then the window slid open.

“Get inside! Quick!” she whispered urgently.

I did as I was told, practically jumping inside and doing everything I could to land as quietly as possible inside her bedroom.

I got a quick lay of the land before I was able to actually see Sophie herself, and to say her room matched my expectations would be an understatement. It was fairly Spartan in its lack of flair, with a single bed in the center of the room (naturally with a good-sized wooden cross right above it), a desk with some half-done homework spread out on it, and a couple bookshelves that were lightly populated on popular books and seemed to be more occupied by her school books and a large stack of sketch pads. A few framed photos were hung around her room, mostly pictures of Sophie, her parents and her four younger siblings looking every bit the modern evangelical family. Behind her smile, her mother looked a fierce one, while her father was built like a linebacker and wore the kind of clothing that told me he had a gun collection and a whole lot of American flag accented camouflage clothing hiding somewhere around this house that he wouldn’t be afraid to show off to any and all of Sophie’s potential suitors.

This… could be a problem.

But, one look at Sophie was enough to tell me that, while this was risky as hell, it was a chance worth taking.

“Thank you for coming; I’m sorry it had to be under such circumstances,” Sophie whispered, beaming up at me as I stood.

At 5’2”, Sophie might not have been the most impressive girl at a glance. Her face was pale and pretty, but could often border on a little plain depending on what she was wearing, though her light blue eyes were expressive, and when she chose to smile in a way that wasn’t smug and superior, she could light up a room. With her dirty blonde hair pulled into a ponytail that hung down to her mid-back, her conservative, pale purple pajamas, and the small golden cross that hung on the light chain around her neck, she might well have looked completely and utterly wholesome.

I knew, however, that she was anything but. Sophie Cusack may have looked completely prim and proper, but hiding beneath her was an incredibly sexual wildcat just waiting to be unleashed, with an utterly amazing body to boot.

“It’s alright,” I said, grinning. “You made it sound like an emergency in your texts.”

Pulling me in, Sophie kissed me. It was a quick, fiery kiss with more enthusiasm than skill, but one that she utterly committed to.

“Me being horny isn’t emergency enough? Because it feels like one heck of an emergency to me,” Sophie asked, blinking up at me innocently.

“Oh, it is, I was just wondering about all the subterfuge. Are you in trouble, or something?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, but it’s not like I can leave the house on a school night without a truly impressive alibi. My parents will think that I’m getting up to wickedness if I’m not in my room doing my homework like a good little girl.”

“And have you been good?” I asked.

Sophie smiled mischievously. “I did finish my homework early today… and then I got bored, so I thought I might draw, and needing some inspiration for a new sketch I started watching some pornography, and then…”

“…then you got horny,” I said.

She nodded. “Very horny.”

“And masturbation just wasn’t cutting it?” I asked.

“Not today,” she confirmed, looking me up and down. “I know it’s dangerous, but I couldn’t hold back today. Is that a problem?”

“Probably not, but, how dangerous is it, exactly?” I asked, craning my neck for the closed door of her bedroom.

“Very,” Sophie admitted, smiling sheepishly. “My parents and siblings are all home, so we’ll have to keep it very quiet. We’ve got maybe an hour before dinner, though…”

Licking my lips nervously, I looked over to her door. “And because my life is an unending list of cliches, I’m going to take it that your door doesn’t have a lock on it?”

“Nope,” she said. “No lock means I can’t have any boys over, in their eyes. Shows their lack of imagination for the kind of trouble I can get up to, but… yes, it will prove challenging for us.”

“This is dangerous,” I said, looking around her room for any escape should things get bad. She had a small bathroom I could have probably hidden in, and if the window weren’t closed, I could probably jump out from there. Under her bed could probably work in a pinch, but it was a pretty tight squeeze…

“Yes, but doesn’t that make it fun?” Sophie said, beaming up at me. She reached for my belt and easily undid it, reaching inside of my pants, then under my underpants to start stroking my cock.

I groaned at this attention, making her smile even more as she continued. “I’ve done so many things in my life so safely, that I think I want to try a little danger. The thought seems to be making you very hard, doesn’t it?”

Actually, that was her hand and memories of what the two of us had done in the past that got me so hard so fast, but I wasn’t going to argue with her.

Grinning, I said, “You’re bad.”

“Wicked,” she corrected, pulling me into another kiss. We finally made out properly, arms wrapped around each other and running over each other’s bodies as we held each other close. Slowly, we shuffled over to her bed. Her legs caught the edge of the mattress first, causing her to fall on her back with me on top of her. Sophie laughed, smiling up at me and looking painfully cute.

“You are so fucking hot,” I said, eying her body beneath me and smiling.

“I’m understanding that,” Sophie said, leaning up to kiss me. “I had always been told that all boys leered at all women like that because they were weak… and that it was my responsibility to cover up in front of them so I didn’t give them any ideas. That this was the path to maintaining my purity for the right man to come along.”

I laughed. She joined me. I probably wasn’t anyone’s idea of the right man, but damn it if Sophie and I didn’t know how to have fun with each other.

“Yes, look at how well that worked…” Sophie mused, looking up at me sweetly. “I believe, when I am first out there and on my own in the world, I am going to spend a lot of money on new clothes. Find my own style, perhaps, one that will let me show a little more skin and determine myself and what I am comfortable with. It will be scary… but I think I have a guide now who can help me.”

“Oh?” I asked, leaning down and kissing her neck. “And who would that be?”

Sophie moaned softly at my attention to her neck before her eyes darted for the door.

Satisfied that we weren’t going to be heard, she pushed off the bed and rolled over on top of me. Sophie then sat up straight on top of me, making me thoroughly aware of her weight against my erection. This situation was not made any easier when she reached down and pulled off her top, revealing her massive, bare, F-cup tits to me. I’d seen them several times already and done, well, all sorts of things to them, but that never stopped me from being in awe of Sophie Cusack’s big, round breasts. With wide areolas and thick nipples that just begged to be sucked on, I was very familiar with Sophie’s tits and very happy to see them again.

“Play with my boobs and I’ll tell you,” Sophie answered me, mischievous.

“Wow,” I said, my jaw dropping at the sight of the topless beauty sitting on me.

“Thank you,” she replied with a bit of a blush. “But if I’m not mistaken, you’re not playing with my boobs, and I’d really, really like you to touch them, because you’re way better at that than any of those little hypocrites at the Young Christian Purity Brigade…”

Sophie purred softly as I reached up and gently massaged her tits, lightly pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as I held her massive breasts in my hands. Fuck, they felt so perfect, so full and heavy, and the way her eyes closed and smile broadened pleasurably at the contact…

“Is that good enough for an answer?” I asked, pinching her left nipple sharply.

Sophie clapped a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t yelp out loud, looking down at me chidingly.

Pulling her hand away, she said, “And you say I’m the bad one… you’re positively sinful, Ryan.”

“You said you liked the danger,” I said.

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to court it that actively,” Sophie replied, smiling. I continued to massage her breasts, which got a good response out of her, and seeing as how her door wasn’t being battered down, I thought we were in the clear.

“So, who is it?” I asked.

“Rose,” she answered, looking down at me proudly.

That made sense. During my Christmas madness, where I tried to do something nice for each of the women I’d been with until that point, I had given Sophie Rose Ferris’s phone number in the hope that the two of them would connect. Sophie was a budding artist, after all, and Rose was easily one of the best artists (and people) that I knew. I knew that if there was anyone out there who could have helped Sophie unlock her fullest potential, Rose was a strong contender.

“I have been meaning to thank you for a while now for getting the two of us in touch,” Sophie admitted, grinding against me as I continued to massage her breasts. “She has helped me understand a lot about my art that even I didn’t know I had in me, and has been… a true friend, I think. I haven’t had a lot of real friends, now that I think of it, just a lot of people with mutual interests that I’m not sure I share the full interest with anymore.”

Her eyes dropped to the gold pendant that now rested between her tits, and though she slowed her grind against me, she didn’t stop.

Sophie continued, “She’s not pushy, but she’s pushed me to be outside of a lot that I’ve found comfortable, and… I liked it. I’ve really liked it. I like her, and her style, and she’s volunteered to take me out shopping whenever it’s safe for me to do so, and she’s been so very kind. My parents don’t even mind it when she comes over, partly because she’s a girl, and partly because Rose can dress up to fit their satisfaction and plays the holy roller part well. And…”

She licked her lips, looking away from me with a slight grin.

I took her meaning easily. “Yeah, she’s a lot of fun, isn’t she?”

Sophie looked back at me, blushing again. “You would know. Not like I know, of course, but… you would know. Suffice it to say, my parents are so focused on whether or not I’ve got any boys in here, they have no problem letting girls inside if they don’t think we’re going to get up to trouble, and even if they think she’s something akin to a heathen for not attending their church, they don’t think she’s dangerous. They don’t think a girl like her would ever be a risk to my innocence.”

“Oh, that innocence is long gone by now,” I said, running my hands down her sides so I could squeeze her ass.

Sophie groaned as I massaged her ass. “They don’t know that… and Rose has seen that whatever innocence you didn’t get the chance to take from me is well past gone. That girl is… creative… and has such a nice tongue…”

With that, Sophie leaned down on top of me, kissing me passionately as her bare tits pressed against my chest. Hungrily, she moaned as we made out, her voice dropping into a husky, needy tone as she whispered in my ear.

“And that is one of the many reasons I wanted to thank you for introducing me to her… and I mean to thank you, very, very sinfully, if that’s acceptable to you?” Sophie said, looking at me with her mischievous and no longer innocent eyes.

Briefly, my eyes flashed toward that unlocked door again, and I found myself wondering how thick it was. The way my luck had gone with such things, no doubt Sophie’s house had the thinnest walls in the world, and the slightest noise we made would echo in such a way that her enormous dad would storm down the hall in a matter of seconds to kick down the door and murder me.

On the other hand, I did come here knowing exactly what I was getting into and, well, looking up at a topless Sophie had a way of hypnotizing you.

“Very alright,” I said.

“Wonderful,” Sophie replied, crawling off of me. While she pulled at my shoes, socks and pants, I removed my shirt, piling it with the rest of my clothes on the side of her bed closest to the window so it wouldn’t be visible from the door.

Finally, I lay on her bed wearing only my underwear, clearly quite tented by my massive erection, while Sophie stood over me, just looking at me hungrily for a moment. This topless beauty was a sight to behold, and just the anticipation of what was coming next had a way to make my cock twitch.

“Lately, I’ve come to question a lot of what I’ve been taught and told my entire life,” Sophie said, licking her lips as she ran her fingers around the waistband of her pajama bottoms.  “I’ve understood that a lot of people have agendas on how they think people ought to run their lives, to put limits on the pleasures of the flesh and what joys a woman especially can take from them… but when I think of what we will soon be doing, I know that this was given to us by God to be enjoyed and embraced. And that there may be no greater and more beautiful creation in His infinite wisdom than a hard, messy orgasm.”

While my own understanding of theology was far more limited than this, I wasn’t going to deny Sophie her own explorations, especially when we were both pretty damn horny and eager. I nodded to her, then took the moment to pull my underwear off, releasing my thick, ten-inch-long cock for her viewing pleasure.

She took a sharp intake of breath, smiling at the sight. With a nearly reverent tone, she said, “That might be the second greatest.”

“Cock?” I asked.

“Oh, no, just your cock,” Sophie clarified, reaching down to touch my exposed sex. “But I might be biased, because it was the first I’d ever had. And absolutely heavenly.”

“Well, thank you,” I replied proudly.

“No, thank you,” she said, pulling her pajama bottoms down and revealing her completely naked form. I got a good view from this angle of her quite hairy bush, and her exposed, pink pussy beneath, already slightly moist with anticipation. As ever, her hips flared out pleasurably, hinting at her truly epic (and very tight, from my experience), ass.

Yes, it was good to be with Sophie, even accounting for the risks.

Though it was a narrow fit on her single bed, Sophie crawled up beside me, wrapping one leg over one of mine as she partially straddled me. Her naked body now partially on top of me, we began to make out properly, hungrily, kissing each other and running our hands over each other’s bodies. My hands landed easily on her tits and ass, while her eager hands soon gripped my cock. It took both of them to reach all the way around, but she soon began to expertly jack me, encouraging a small bead of precum to become more of a steady flow.

I groaned at her contact, something that caused Sophie no small amount of pride. “See? I’m getting better all the time, aren’t I?”

“Like you were born to do this,” I agreed, moaning and moving my hand from her ass to reach between her legs. She parted them just enough to let me reach her clit, massaging it gently and causing her to shudder and groan.

“I agree,” she answered, breathless. “I never would have thought that this was something I’d have an aptitude for, but once you see the light, you see the light…”

“And is it good?” I teased.

Sophie stifled a laugh and settled for rolling his eyes. “Ah, what fun can be had with a heathen in my bed.”

I squeezed one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She didn’t squeal out loud, as anyone who had good instincts on avoiding parental attention had gotten quite skilled at not making a scene, but she still looked at me with eyes that held lust and annoyance.

If this were the old Sophie, from back in early October, this look of annoyance on her face would have meant I’d soon be getting a lengthy sermon about everything she viewed as a bad decision I’d made in my life.

Since this was very much the new Sophie, and a very naked and horny one at that, it instead got me a fierce kiss as she jacked my cock more firmly. It was a fair state of balance we’d found ourselves in, making out and groping each other, pleasuring each other with our hands without ever pushing things any further than that. It was a state that we could have kept up for quite a while, honestly, if there weren’t such a ticking time bomb as Sophie’s upcoming family dinner.

Breaking the kiss, Sophie said, “I want to taste you.”

“I like where this is going,” I replied.

“Can we… can we try something?” she asked.

“What’d you have in mind?” I asked. Sophie grinned and disentangled herself from me, standing beside the bed for a moment before leaning over and kissing the head of my cock. She soon climbed atop me, still kissing my cock while she swung her legs over my face so that she straddled my head. With her pussy only a few inches above my lips, I thought I had a pretty reasonable understanding of what she wanted to try.

I mean, who could turn down a 69 with a girl as hot as Sophie Cusack?

Enthusiastically, she lowered her pussy down onto my face, smothering me briefly until I could lift her off of me.

“Sorry!” Sophie whimpered. “I guess I got a little excited.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I said. “I just like to breathe from time to time.”

“Certainly,” she replied, kissing the head of my cock from this new angle. “I’ll try to be better… but I know I can be very…”

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“…very…”

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“…very good to you,” Sophie finished seductively, suckling my cockhead into her mouth. She held it there for a while, simply suckling and worshipping it with her tongue and, I must say, doing an amazing fucking job of it. Really, really amazing. I never would have thought this girl was a virgin only a few months ago based on this kind of progress. Give her another year and she might give most porn stars a run for their money.

For the worshipful treatment she was giving my cock, I was more than happy to return the favor, pulling her pussy down to my mouth and feasting on her hot, wet and so very sweet lips. I could feel Sophie moaning around my cock as I suckled and licked at her lips, gently grazing her clit without ever giving it full attention. It was a slow tease that only made Sophie more desperate for my cock, as she sucked more and more in.

Sophie bobbed up and down on my cock, forcing more and more into her mouth, then into her throat. Her fingers gently and playfully teased my balls, making the fact that I was nearly all the way into her mouth all the more exhilarating. I teased her less and less, giving more attention to her clit as she moaned and rocked above me.

Pulling her mouth from my cock, briefly, she took a ragged breath. “Goodness… fuck… that feels so amazing, Ryan… keep going, please keep going, I love your mouth, I love what you do to me… keep going, like that… yes…”

I reached down with one hand, cupping one of her massive tits and massaging it while I went harder at her pussy. Sophie, in turn, inhaled nearly all of my cock, going back to eagerly blowing me.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but I’ve always loved a good 69 for how you can equally pleasure each other, but it does bring its own unique challenges. First, even if you’ve gotten used to it, the position can be a little awkward, and second, when both of you are really good at giving oral, getting distracted is pretty damn easy. Thankfully, both Sophie and I were quite good at this, but at the same time, I don’t think either of us was capable of giving our best because of how good the other was.

The 69 Paradox, am I right?

Still, even with this “handicap”, I think we made the best of the situation. Between the feel of her mouth pleasurably engulfing my cock and the taste of her pussy on my tongue, I was feeling pretty fucking good right now. I’d even gone past caring about her bedroom door with its lack of a lock and gotten completely and utterly lost in the moment.

I looked up and got a good view of Sophie’s puckered asshole, winking at me as she flexed her ass and ground against my face. Remembering how good it felt to fuck Sophie’s ass and sensing an opportunity, I collected some of her juices on my middle finger and pressed it against her tightest hole, pushing deep inside as she squealed around my cock. I knew this would drive her wild and have her cumming in no time.

What I hadn’t anticipated was that Sophie would take it as a challenge. Without missing a beat, I felt one of her hands sliding past my ball and down to my own ass, until I felt her extended middle finger pressing against my asshole.

I hadn’t had this experience much with girls, but when I had, it was always uniquely pleasurable. And so, I moaned into her pussy as Sophie fingered my asshole, pushing inside of me with some effort and fucking me in time with her blowjob. At once, all of my nerves were set alight, my body consumed by a pleasure I was trying to hold off but now was unable to. I did what I could, wanting to hold off my own orgasm until I’d made her cum, but feeling the pleasurable pressure building inside of me with every thrust of her finger and bob of her head was an intense experience I was not adequately prepared to combat.

Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m…” I warned, only able to get off a brief word-like sound before I started to cum. This took Sophie by surprise, as it sounded like she gagged on my first shot, but she quickly recovered. Soon she pulled my cock out of her mouth, cooing and jacking me off as she continued to ride my face. I could feel some of my cum splashing against my groin and lower abs, but the way she arched her back, I knew that she was aiming a lot for her face and chest.

I was stunned by how hard I came, with my face being buried in her pussy the only reason I didn’t cry out noisily and risk us both getting in a lot of trouble. It felt like Sophie was conscious of this, too, as she pulled her finger from me and sat up in this moment, not putting all of her weight on my head, but definitely looking to quiet me.

“Oh, you really liked that, didn’t you?” Sophie teased, moaning softly as she continued to ride my face. “I’ve tried that trick on some of the boys from the Purity Brigade, and you would have thought that I’d shown them the light for a brand-new way of thinking. At least one or two of them, I think, might actually have had a revelation about themselves… won’t that be fun for them when they truly start to explore all the possibilities… oh, goodness, fuuuuuuuuck…”

I’d regained some of my bearings, and wanting to repay that amazing orgasm, I dove back in to eat her pussy with gusto. It was a different angle, so I had to pull my finger out of her ass, but like this, I was able to get both hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them as she rode my face. My tongue was a blur over her clit. I could feel her above me, trying everything she could to restrain herself from getting any noisier than she already was, and though I didn’t want to get killed by her dad, it felt a little fun to tempt fate in some ways. The danger of it, I would say, definitely had some part in making this a lot hotter.

And so, that’s why I closed my lips over her clit and suckled. I suckled and ran my tongue in firm circles over her hot little nub, loving the sounds she made as she rode my face. I would have loved to make her truly loud, to scream and curse and blaspheme to her heart’s content, but as I felt her body shudder and tense from a coming orgasm, I knew that wasn’t going to be. Not when I heard her clap a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as a hard fucking cum tore through her.

Sophie’s body jerked above me as she humped my mouth more energetically. I held onto her, wanting to offer her some stability, but the way she shook and shuddered, I doubt even solid steel restraints could have held her back. For my part, I was doing my best to breathe whilst lapping up the utter gush of juices pouring from her cunt into my mouth.

“Okay, okay, you can stop… please stop…” she whispered, putting her hands on my chest and then pulling herself off of me.

Sophie turned around and looked down at me, giving me a good view of my handiwork. Her face and tits seemed to be utterly covered in my cum (impressive, given the size of her breasts), and she knelt beside me looking about as smug as I’d ever seen her. Considering the holier than thou attitude she used to always carry with her around school, this was really something.

“You… look like you had fun,” I panted, still licking my lips of her juices.

“Mmm, yes… that was the best kind of sinful, wasn’t it?” she said, running her tits over her cum-covered body. “You seemed to enjoy yourself most dramatically there as well.”

“Well… you know how to treat a guy right,” I said.

Still smiling rather cockily, Sophie climbed off the bed and wandered over to her bathroom. I could hear her sink running as she began to wash her face off.

“I can treat a man alright, because a man knows how to treat me back,” Sophie corrected. “The boys I’ve been playing around with, the ones from church who are all energy, and some of whom quite literally wouldn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground… they don’t know a thing. You… you’re a man, and I am quite pleased to give you my best.”

A man. That was a title I was having a hard time associating with myself. I mean, under the eyes of the law (and with the anaconda I was packing between my legs), I certainly had to qualify, but-

“Sophie, honey?”

My blood ran cold at the sound of a man’s deep voice in the hall. My eyes briefly caught Sophie’s in her bathroom mirror, and her terror outstripped my own.

“Hide!” she whispered insistently, looking around madly before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Without thinking, I rolled off the bed on the side facing away from the door, on top of my piled clothes (and Sophie’s pajamas). Quickly, I pulled back the blankets on her bed to cover our puddled fluids, pushed our clothes under the bed, and slid under myself. It was a tight squeeze, and if my blood were still in my cock rather than feeding my fight or flight instinct, I might not have fit at all.

Thankfully, I could mostly disappear; never before had I been so happy to be this slender.

The bedroom door opened, and from what little I could see, there were a man’s feet standing in the doorway of her room.

“I’m in the bathroom, Daddy!” she called out, trying to cover her fright with annoyance.

“You know I don’t like it when you close your door, sweetie,” the man said, his tone friendly even if his voice sounded like he could tear you apart if the mood suited.

“I’m working on some homework, and I didn’t want Johnny or any of the others bothering me,” Sophie explained. “It’s important work, stuff leading into finals, and I just needed the privacy; I didn’t think it would be that big a deal.”

Her dad stayed where he was. I covered everything up as best I could, but the smell of sex still had to be in the air. If he caught it and investigated further, we were pretty well fucked.

“Well, alright,” her father said in as pleasant a tone as he could manage. “Lord knows I don’t want to get in the way of you getting good grades. I just wish you would tell me the next time so I wouldn’t have to let my imagination take over. I mean, if you’d slipped and fallen and broken your neck, or gotten into some other kind of trouble, I wouldn’t know, would I?”

“I haven’t broken my neck, Daddy,” Sophie said. “But thank you for your concern. I promise, everything is fine!”

“Well, okay, sweetheart,” he said, shuffling out the door, and adding before he could close it entirely, “And your mother says that supper will be on the table shortly, and she would like your help setting it. I’ll tell her you’re working on important schoolwork, and she’ll get one of your sisters to help, but when I come for you next time, I expect you to be ready, young lady.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Sophie exclaimed.

“Good. Excellent,” her father said, finally closing the door.

For what felt like the first time since he called out to her, I exhaled. I made sure I couldn’t see his feet, and that the door was still closed, and I slid out.

Sophie opened her bathroom door and stepped out, looking embarrassed as she walked over to help me up. She’d cleaned my cum from her face and chest, but still looked freshly fucked and quite lucky that she hadn’t been caught.

“That was too close,” I said.

“I know. I’m sorry. It sounded fun until it happened,” Sophie admitted. “Then it was entirely frightening, and absolutely zero fun.”

“I understand. And in that spirit, I think I should probably be going,” I said.

“I guess that would be the wise move,” Sophie said, smiling mischievously as she looked down at my deflated cock. She reached out one of her small hands, running a finger along the underside until she reached the head.

I hissed with pleasure. “That feels good, but that doesn’t change that I should be going.”

“I know. And I know it would be smart… but I’m still horny… I’d really like you to fuck me before you go… please, Ryan?” she asked in her sweetest, kindest tone. It was one that would make any man’s defenses melt, and it worked on me as if I had no defenses at all.

Fuck.

I reached out with one hand, pinching one of her nipples. She cooed, smiling up at me.

“So, that’s a yes?” Sophie asked.

“Against my better judgment… yeah, that’s a big fucking yes,” I answered, pulling her in close for a kiss.

“Wonderful,” she moaned, softly. We stayed like this, kissing and holding each other, hands running over our bodies as we groped and caressed hungrily. Her hands soon went down and found my cock, bringing it back to life quite easily through her enthusiastic efforts. Soon enough I was once again very hard.

“Mmmm,” Sophie murmured, turning around so she could get on the bed.

Seeing her turned away from me, the flare of her epic ass and the curves of the outside of her tits visible from behind… I couldn’t let her make the bed.

Instead, I grabbed her by the hips and bent her over the bed until she braced her hands against the mattress.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Sophie looked back at me, surprised. “What-“

Her words caught in her throat when I began rubbing the head of my cock against her wet slit. She moaned, quite loudly at first, before catching herself, as I teased her entrance with my cock.

“Please, Ryan…” she whimpered.

“Please, what?” I teased back, applying enough pressure to keep her interested without pushing inside of her.

“Please… won’t you fuck my slutty little pussy… it’s so hot and wet and tight for you and ready to be destroyed by your thick, heathen cock…” Sophie pouted, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

I grinned, and I pushed forward, sliding my cock slowly inside of her utterly perfect cunt.

Both of us sighed in quiet, pleasurable unison, not wanting to draw any attention to this bedroom, but wanting to savor every moment as I slid inside of her. I had had the pleasure of fucking Sophie Cusack twice already, and she was always a tight, hot, treat. She whimpered and moaned softly with every inch I forced into her, gripping me and urging me forward until I was buried completely inside of her.

“Like that… fuck… like that… goodness, that’s fucking amazing…” she said, her eyes rolling back as she dropped her head.

Without a word, I held onto her hips and started to fuck in and out of her. I kept it slow to start with, trying to gauge how much noise her bed would make as I fucked her against it. Thankfully, it was both sturdy, and nearly silent, so as soon as I was able to increase my pace, I found that I could fuck her pretty damn hard. Soon, the loudest noise in the room was the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, her ass jiggling with every time I thrust into her amazing pussy, and the low, wet sound of a serious fuck.

Though, it seemed like if I kept this up, we risked the biggest problem being Sophie herself getting too loud.

“Oh this is good, this is so fucking good… goodness… none of the other boys… they can’t stack up, they don’t know what they’re doing, and their cocks… but yours is divine, amazing, splendid, fuck, I can’t get enough of it… I can’t get enough of you, Ryan… I need this, I need you bad… I love it… fuck me, fuck me, fuck my slutty little cunt harder with your big fucking cock, please, Ryan…” Sophie moaned, getting louder and louder as I fucked her.

I looked down at her with some frustrated nervousness, expecting every sound she made to bring the door down at any moment. In a moment of inspired desperation, I took my hands from her hips, then grabbed a handful of her hair in one hand. Pulling her head back just enough, I was able to reach around and cover her mouth as I fucked her. She looked back at me with a sense of confused desperation, but I think she got the message well enough.

We could fuck hard, but we had to do whatever it took to not make it sound like we were.

And so, I fucked her like this for a good long while, pounding in and out of her while I covered her mouth. Every so often I would tug on her hair, an act that would make her squeal into my hand.

Soon, though, she balanced herself on one hand just enough to reach back with her other to get my attention. I slowed down, taking my hands from her hair and mouth.

“This is amazing… but I need a different position…” she suggested, motioning for me to get off of her. Though pulling out of her was a distinct agony at this point, I did as she said.

“Got any position in mind?” I asked, my hand dropping to my cock and slowly jacking while I took in the naked angel before me.

Sophie crawled up onto her bed and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Smirking, she said, “What do you think?”

Well, that answered that question.

Quietly, I climbed on top of her on the bed, once again sliding my cock into her pussy. Getting to watch her face as I did this made all the difference, first that intense look of focus and concentration as she took it in, soon to give way to one of the biggest looks of satisfaction. Buried inside of her once again, Sophie opened her eyes and smiled broadly before wrapping her legs around my ass.

“Perfection…” she said, her hands reaching up to stroke my chest.

Now not dealing with the awkward position of our standing fuck, I was able to really start giving it to her, my hips a blur as I fucked in and out of her with much better leverage. I was a grunting beast, but getting to actually look into her eyes, or look down and see her massive tits bouncing beneath me… yeah, this was fucking worth it.

“We need to do this more… so much more… I need to just call you over whenever I’m horny…” Sophie moaned softly, her lips never dropping out of the satisfied smile they’d taken on.

“We’re gonna have to find a better way of keeping quiet, if that’s the case,” I said.

She thought about this. “We should get a ball gag.”

I nodded. “That’d work.”

Sophie grinned. “I know. If we didn’t have to worry about getting caught, I think I’d really like to get tied up. That seems like it would be a lot of fun to me.”

“I’ve got a ton of bondage stuff back at my place. If you ever want to get tied up… we can do some pretty twisted shit at my place… if you can ever get out, that is…” I suggested, not breaking my stride as I truly railed her.

She laughed, softly, her voice hitching with every thrust inward. “I don’t know how, but I’m going to make that work. Somehow. That has to happen. I’ll make something up, tell them I need to help someone in crisis, someone down at the church… I’ll figure something out, I just need that to happen!”

“Yeah? You like to make things nasty?” I grunted, fucking in and out of her at a steady pace.

“I think so… I’ve only had so many opportunities, but I need to explore more, to understand more… fuck, this is so good, keep going, keep giving it to me, like that, please, like that…” Sophie moaned softly, looking deep into my eyes. I stared down into hers as we fucked, sharing in our deep connection as I savored the sweet pleasures our bodies were capable of together.

I had been with many women of differing temperaments, some timid, some wild, some kind and some bitchy, but there was something about Sophie that just drove me completely and utterly wild. It was more than just her body, and it wasn’t (entirely) the image she put on of this buttoned-up, conservative type that did it either. There was something to her, something unexpected and intense that made me throw out my better sense and want her more.

So, I took leave of my senses. I wasn’t as quiet as I should’ve been and I fucked Sophie harder and harder. I grunted and cursed and groped her wildly bouncing tits as my cock drove in and out of her hot, clutching cunt, and though the occasional look of worry may have fluttered across Sophie Cusack’s face, that worry was quickly consumed by looks of overwhelming pleasure as her eyes closed tightly and her mouth dropped open. It was only through the greatest self-control that she seemed to be able to rein in her own desire to cry out, but it seemed that if there was one thing that Sophie had learned in her journey of sexual exploration, it was how to keep hidden from her family anything they would disapprove of.

I just hoped that it was a strategy that would serve her well long-term.

In the moment, however, it served the two of us well. We fucked as if we were in our own world, and as if nothing around us mattered or existed. It was a quiet world, a cautious world, but it was our world, damn it, and it was one that we were going to fully enjoy. My hips were a blur as I fucked her hot, wet pussy, her legs locked behind me as she encouraged me to fuck her harder.

It was a state that we could have likely stayed in for some time, but with a ticking timer in play, it had to end sooner rather than later.

“I’m gonna cum soon…” I warned her.

If Sophie wanted me to pull out of her, you wouldn’t have known that for how hard she kept her feet locked behind me as she continued encouraging this pace. She whispered to me, breathy, “Just a little longer… give me a little longer… fuck… I’m so close…”

I gave her a little longer, a little more of what I had, but it was tough at this point. With cum boiling in my balls and her pussy so achingly tight, it felt like nothing on earth could stop me at this point.

As it turned out, I’d be proven wrong on this matter quite quickly.

A sharp knocking on her door roused my attention and filled my veins with ice.

I heard a rattling of the doorknob, and a voice through the door. “Sophie, sweetie, dinner’s almost ready-“

Looking straight into my eyes with a hint of playfulness to her smile, Sophie called out, “I’m cumming, Daddy!”

Never before in my life had I been happier that “coming” and “cumming” sounded exactly the same. Sophie came under me, hard, her mouth dropping open so wide that I had to cover it with my hand to keep her from crying out. The power of her orgasm gripping my cock caused me to cum in one of the most intense orgasms I could remember, my body nearly blind with frantic ecstasy as I made sure every drop of cum found its place deep inside her clutching cunt.

I held my hand over her mouth through this while doing everything I could to keep quiet myself. We had a narrow chance at getting away with this, and I wasn’t going to get caught because of noise. She kept forcing me to fuck her in what felt a frightened, desperate need to get off, and though terror gripped my heart, I soon heard the knob being let go.

“Oh, good, see you at the table then,” he said, the sound of his heavy footsteps walking down the hall music to my ears.

Our orgasms still being ridden out, Sophie and I looked at each other with shocked gratitude. I didn’t know if it would be better for us to scream or cry or laugh out loud, so instead, we did none of these things. I pulled my hand from her mouth and I kissed her like I had never kissed any other girl before, a passionate kiss of relief and fear being let loose as we held each other close, groping and stroking as the last of our orgasms faded and the last few drops of my cum found a home deep inside of her.

Panting and out of breath, Sophie said, “That… that was thrilling.”

“Almost too thrilling,” I answered.

“Almost,” she replied. “But not too thrilling.”

I kissed her again. “You’re going to be dangerous for me, aren’t you?”

Smiling mischievously, Sophie said, “If being dangerous means I get fucked like that more… then yes, I’m going to be very dangerous for you.”

“You’re bad,” I said.

“Wicked,” she corrected, kissing me hard. “But I don’t have much time left, I do need to get dressed for dinner, and I think I’d like to do it while I still have your cum deep in me. That would be pretty fucking naughty, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’d say I’ve created a slutty little monster,” I said, climbing off of her and quickly finding my clothes.

Sophie grinned up at me, sitting up and looking every bit a pornographic goddess. “And that’s a problem?”

Smirking back at her, I replied, “Never.”