Getting Dirty in the Shower
It was an otherwise bright and sunny day at Canterlot High. Nothing truly out of the ordinary, at least, not as far as you could tell. You woke up, did your usual morning routines, got dressed came to school and went to your classes per your regular schedule. It carried on that way until the end of your day at your last class, Algebra. You listened intently, taking notes as your teacher continued with the lesson you’ve been studying for the past two days. Yup, nothing out of the ordinary, not even the girl sitting next to you who was fast asleep at her desk.
“Jeez, how can she just sleep in class like this,” you think to yourself, glaring at your seat neighbor’s sleeping face. You look back to the teacher to see her writing an equation on the board and explaining it. You glance back and lean slightly over toward the sleeping beauty beside you, “Spist, hey.”
Your whispers go unheeded as the girl remains completely unfazed. You glance back over to the teacher to see her still working on the equation, giving you more time to work on the stubborn sleeper beside you. “Hey, wake up,” you whisper a tad more firmly.
Once again, you find yourself ignored. You glance back to see the teacher finishing the equation and about to turn and speak to the class. You know she’ll get in trouble if she gets caught, but you also know she doesn’t like being bothered while she’s napping. Despite that, you still don’t want to see her punished for sleeping in class, so you take a gamble and kick the side of her desk. The desk’s sudden jostling finally manages to jolt the girl awake. Even with her eyes still clearly dazed with sleep, they still manage to find and glare at you, obviously displeased with your waking her. “Wake up,” you whisper, gesturing toward the teacher who was now walking down the desk aisle toward you two.
“Ms. Gilda,” you hear the teacher call out as she reaches your section. You stiffen in fear and instinctively turn back to your desk, but glance out the corner of your eye to see the teacher facing Gilda. “Not falling asleep in class again, are we?”
“No…no, Ma’am,” Gilda quickly straightens herself out, sitting upright at her desk.
“And you’ve been paying attention?”
“Yup, o’course,” Gilda replied calmly, trying to sound casual. “I love…math.”
“Right,” the teacher said in complete disbelief as she held out a piece of chalk in front of her student. “Then you won’t have a problem solving the equation on the board. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
Gilda stares at the chalk for a brief moment before taking it in hand and then get up from her seat. It’s only then that you get to see her in full stock of seven feet tall with lightly tanned skin. She wore a plain white crop top under her favorite worn out aviator jacket, while her lower body sported a pair of jean short-shorts over a pair of black leggings and being the athlete that was, her build was a pleasant mix between muscular and tone that filled out every piece of clothing very snuggly. Her arms were slender but fit with a pair of narrow shoulders; while her legs were long and firm with a pair of supple, juicy thighs. All of which attached to a curvaceous, yet flat torso with a nice pair of beautiful breasts and wide bodacious hips, with an ample backside to boot. Her most prominent feature was her white hair with the lavender frosted tips. To this day, you’re still not sure if her hair was naturally white or dyed that way, but you knew better than to ask.
With a quick sigh, Gilda calmly walks up toward the board, standing still and eyeing the numbers and symbols in front of her intently. C’mon, Gilda, you know this, you groan internally.
After a short moment, Gilda finally raises the chalk to the board and begins solving the problem. You can’t help but smile, watching her hand breeze across the board with ease. When she finishes, she steps aside and looks back at the teacher, “Is ‘at it?”
“Splendid, Ms. Gilda,” the teacher replies in a genuinely impressed tone as she starts walking back to the front of the class. “Glad to see your tutoring sessions are helping. But please, do pay attention.”
“Right, right,” Gilda said as she passed the teacher and handed her the chalk back.
Just as Gilda got back to her seat, the teacher began her lesson again. Gilda sits upright, leaning forward and resting her head on her right hand with an entirely uninterested look on her face. She glances over at you, if only for a moment. You smile faintly at her, but she turns her gaze away and back toward the teacher. Once upon a time, that might have bothered you, but that was before you got used to it after being her math tutor.
A few months ago, after class, your math teacher pulled both Gilda and you aside. Apparently, Gilda had been bombing a lot of her tests and homework, and since you were pretty good at math, your teacher insisted you tutor Gilda to help her bring her grade up. Naturally, both of you had some apprehensions about the arrangement. Gilda didn’t feel like being kept after school for extra work, while you were a bit worried about being left alone with her. It was no secret that she had a bit of reputation as a delinquent; hence the situation you two found yourselves in. But strangely enough, beyond your fear for your safety, you couldn’t deny that you always had a pretty intense crush on Gilda.
Despite her behavior and mannerism, you always had a thing for rough and tumble girls, and Gilda was the biggest around. You always believed that even though Gilda was somewhat abrasive that she wasn’t so bad a person, just outwardly intimidating. You fantasized many a time that there might be a sweet, kind hearted girl inside her, deep down if given a chance. Regardless of either of your feelings, your teacher had made it abundantly clear that Gilda’s grades needed to come up or she would fail and that she trusted and believed you were capable of doing so. So, from that moment forth, you were Gilda’s assigned tutored.
At first, things were slow and very…unproductive. Gilda made it difficult with her constant ditching and avoiding your scheduled tutor sessions, by which point you had to take the initiative and hunt her down most of the time at her most frequent hangouts. She truly did her best to evade you, but you refused to relent. Eventually, your persistent “pestering,” as she called it, wore her down. Once you managed to meet with her regularly, you finally got down to business.
It was indeed hard work, especially for Gilda. Math wasn’t her friend, and when she got frustrated, she tended to break things, but once she calmed down, you always did your best to explain everything to her. You broke down equations, gave her detailed notes and carried her from start to finish. After a couple of weeks or so, she finally began to get it; worksheets became easier; she hardly needed your notes. Before long, you could cut your sessions down from every day after school to twice a week. However, despite it all, even when you didn’t have a session together if she needed help with homework or a lesson, she never hesitated to ask you for help. Which you obviously didn’t have a problem with. If it gave you more time to spend with the rebel beauty, it was all right by you.
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Suddenly, the ringing of the school bell brings you back to reality from your trip down memory lane. With a startled look, you glance about to see your classmates putting their things away and getting up to leave. You quickly noticed Gilda is out of her seat and already the first near the door. You slowly gather your stuff as your teacher shouts out your homework over the bell. Once you’ve heard it, you finish putting your things away and head out into the hallway.
After a few mentally pre-programed turns through the hallways, you arrive at your locker. Just as you start filing away your unnecessary items, a loud “slam” on the lockers next to you booms as you hear, “Hey, Dweeb.”
You don’t need to question who it is, the sound of your pet name tells you who it is. You look to your right to see Gilda, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed and looking down at you, per usual. You weren't the shortest guy around, but while most people came up to Gilda's neck, you stood at eye level with her chest. Such a gap you concidered both and blessing and a curse. “Hey, Gilda, you need something?” you ask as you continue putting your things away.
“Yeah, I…I just…um,” she stammers, looking away, scratching the back of her head.
“What?”
“I just…damn, I’m not good at this shit,” she groans, a slight blush tinting her cheeks. You can’t deny, she’s surprising cute when she’s flustered. A comment you’ve stated aloud once before, which almost cost you a black eye, but seemed worth it as it remains true.
“C’mon, Gilda, I know you’re not great at math, but do I suddenly need to start tutoring you in English too?”
“Don’t get snippy, Smartass,” she barked another pet name of yours. “I just want to say…thanks.”
“Thanks, for what?”
“For…waking me up, in class,” she sighs in relief. “If you didn’t wake me, I would’ve gotten detention again.”
“No problem, that’s what friends are for, right,” you chuckle.
“Yeah…right,” she mutters in an uncertain tone. “Anyway, I was wondering if we could…skip our session today?”
“Why, you got plans?”
“Yeah, I told Rainbow Dash I’d run some laps with her at the pool after school. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Mmmm…” you think it over for a moment before responding, “no, missing one session won’t hurt, but you gotta do your homework.”
“Right…wait, what was the hom-oh!” you waste no time with her question as you rip out a piece of paper you scrolled the assignment on and held it out to her.
“You need to stop rushing out of class like that,” you tell her as she takes the paper from you.
“Yeah, force o’ habit,” she chuckles putting paper in her bag. “Well, thanks again, later, Dweeb.”
As she walks off you, call out, “You know that’s not my name.”
She simply waves you off as she continues walking down the hallway. You sigh in defeat. You may have been able to teach her math, but getting her to say your name is truly a battle you’ll never win. Once you were left alone, you return to placing your things back into your locker. After a few more moments of filing your stuff away, your bag filled with only the essentials you’ll need for your homework. With that finished, you close your locker and sling your bag over your shoulder, you waste no more time and head toward the front entrance of the school.
The trip out goes by in a bit of blur as you think back to your conversation with Gilda. The blush on her face still fresh in your mind, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Gilda was always a tough nut to crack, and barely anything could get much of reaction out of her, besides anger and aggression. However, after spending so much time together, you can’t help but think you managed to find a few chinks in her stubborn, moody armor. Back when you first started tutoring her, some of your more snappier comments were met with punches and possible death threats; now or days, she still punches, just more playful and just general barking. All of which you could live with.
Going over all of your one-on-one sessions and the changes you’ve seen in the rebel begin to bring up certain feelings. Feelings you’ve, to your great surprise, managed to keep hidden from Gilda. She seems much nicer now, you mutter internally. She doesn’t hate me or threaten me anymore either. Maybe…
The thought hangs in your head for a moment, until you remember how she response to your statement of being friends. Just as you reach the front entrance of the school, you stop dead in your tracks upon realization of what you just did. “Dammit,” you groan as you bring your hand up to face palm yourself. “Did I seriously just friend-zone myself?”
You take a moment to be thankful that the main hallway is empty and no one was around to hear or see your little outburst. “Jeez, all that hard work and I permanently screw myself over! Great, now if I try and ask her out it’ll be weird.”
You groan and mumble to yourself, drudging forward to the front doors and head outside. “Oh well,” you sigh. “Guess that’s just my luck.”
Suddenly, you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder, causing you to stop mid-step, as a familiar voice calls out, “Hey, buddy.”
You turn to your right to see who it is that stopped you and soon find you face to face with none other than Flash Sentry. “Been lookin’ all over for you.”
“H-Hey, Flash, w-what’s up,” you stammer nervously.
“Nothin’ much,” he said with a shrug and his usual million-dollar smile. “It’s just, my boys and I are having a problem. We were hoping you could help us, right boys?”
No sooner did he say that; did you look behind you and found yourself surrounded by three other guys. “Um, I-I-I, mph,” you barely get a chance to protest as two of the other guys each grab you under your arms and haul you off towards a more secluded part of the school.
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Before long, the group of jocks bring you behind the gym. Once you’re all alone, they push you forward, cornering you against the wall with Flash at the forefront, “C’mon, guys, I don’t want any trouble.”
“Then just do what I tell you, and there won’t be any,” Flash says. He then snaps his fingers and one of the guys behind him pulls out a video camera and hands it to him. “Now, it’s pretty simple. You see, the boys and I got a bit of a wager going on. It has to do with that punk, Gilda’s chest; you see we’re wondering just how stacked she is? Personally, I say she’s a low C cup. Some of my friends say she’s bigger. To solve this little dilemma, we need some proof. Luckily, today, we heard she’s gonna be swimming after school.”
Oh man, I don’t like where this is headed, Flash continues his explanation as you mind starts pieceing the puzzle together.
“So, this is where you come in. We need you to sneak into the girl’s locker room and get us some videos. Make sure you get a good view of Gilda’s chest. Also, if you could get some pics of her actual bra and underwear. That would be great too. We got a little side bet going on that too.” he chuckles slyly.
“I-I don’t get it,” you reply nervously. “Why ask me?”
“Well, we know that besides Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, you got it in good with Gilda.”
“So…”
“So, if she possibly catches you, she won’t outright kill you,” he smiles innocently.
“Basically, I’m cannon fodder,” you deadpan.
“Pretty much,” he says as he tosses you the camera.
You hastily manage to catch it, staring at it as if it was the instrument of your death, which you’re certain it pretty much is, “Flash, I can’t do this. If Gilda catches me, I’m dead.”
“Well then, would you like to get killed later possibly or would you like to die now,” he clarified as he cracked his knuckles.
With much effort, you managed to swallow the lump in the back of your throat as you made your decision.
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Forty Minutes Later
Scumbag! Degenerate! Asshole! Creep! Complete Douchebag! you berate yourself.
After taking the cowards way out, you agreed to Flash Sentry’s proposal. As if knowing you were betraying Gilda’s trust wasn’t bad enough, as insurance to make sure you didn’t chicken out and run off, the asshole jock had you strip down to your underwear and took your clothes hostage. What should have taken you a good fifteen or twenty minutes’ worth of walking, took you twice as long since you had to duck and dodge through the hallways so as not to be seen by any lingering faculty or students.
So, finally, after all of that trouble, you now stand inside the girl’s locker room. You take a quick look around, and it doesn’t seem much different from the boy’s locker room. The room was pretty widespread; the lockers were all long and thin as the lined the right side aisles of five. To your left sat a single door which you assumed led into a shower room, just like the one in the boy’s locker room. "Great," you groan. "I’m here, now which one is Gilda’s?"
Then, without warning, a loud thud and crash fill the room, causing you to jump in fright, “Whoa, what was that?”
You inch yourself forward, waiting for any follow-up noises, but none came. “Hello, is…is anyone here,” you call out. If someone is, I’m screwed.
No response comes as you tentatively take a few steps forward toward the middle aisle of lockers and find that a door toward the back had fallen open and its contents lay in a cluster on the floor. “Oh, phew, someone mustn’t have closed it properly.”
Not wanting anything to seem amiss upon their return, you walk over to mess and begin putting things back inside. It’s mostly just civilian clothes, but they seem familiar. Jean shorts, a white crop top, black stockings. It isn’t until you look up and catch sight of the worn out avian jacket hanging on the coat hook on the inside of the locker door that you realize who’s clothes these are. “This…this is…Gilda’s locker.”
You then look down to find one last piece of clothing that’s left on the floor.You can feel your eyes slowly widening as you lean down and pick up the piece of undergarment. It’s thin and lacy; the fabric soft in your hands. You loop your thumbs through the thin straps and pull them apart, allowing you to see the item in its entirety. What lies out before your eyes is a purple thong; the fabric in front spanned broad enough to cover a girl’s front nicely, but as it swung down into the back. It thins out into a string as thin as the side straps which, given its most tenuous appearance, would allow it to be swallowed between a girl's cheeks easily disappearing in their flesh.
“Wow, I never thought Gilda would wear panties like these,” you mutter to yourself. Looking at them your mind couldn’t help but wonder, images of Gilda’s Amazonian figure standing before you in nothing but her thong underwear. Her back is to you, hiding her ample bosom, but her hips sway sweetly, showing off her ass. As you surmised, the thin fabric of her underwear is virtually gone, completely enveloped in her round, but firmly muscled ass. She looks at you over her shoulder, smirking with that usual confident swagger she just naturally exhumes. After leaning forward, she reaches back and slaps her right ass cheek; sending her flesh rippling from the impact. If your cheeks weren’t red before, they’re on fire now as the tightness in your underwear reaches levels of extreme discomfort. She dips and jerks her upper body back up, cupping her ass cheeks with her hands.
She pats the bottom of her ass, teasingly jiggling her flesh once again before firmly grabbing them and pulling them aside ever so slowly. Your breath catches in your throat as she attempts to show you her most sacred of places. Just as the object of your desires starts to come into view, you hear something, “I told you I’d win, Dash.”
“Only by a few inches cuz, you’re taller than me.”
Your fantasy shatters as you quickly recognize the voices of Gilda and Rainbow Dash, “Shit, they’re back already? No, I’ve wasted time fantasizing, I gotta hide!”
In a panic, you did the only thing you can think of and scramble into open locker and closed it shut behind you. You hear the door to the locker room open, and the sound footsteps follow. “Don’t be a sore loser, Dashie. Just admit it, I’m more awesome than you.”
“Please, in a foot race, you know I got you beat,”
Their voices get louder as their footfalls draw nearer, your heart racing, threatening to just burst from your chest. You can’t help but think that would be a lot more merciful death than suffering at the hands of Gilda and Rainbow Dash. “Then why did you want to go swimming?” Gilda asked, her voice sounding from the other side of the door.
“Swimming is an important part of my training,” the rainbow haired girl responded as her door clanked open. “It helps exercise all of my muscles. Having some friendly competition just makes it fun.”
“I guess so,” you hear Gilda mutter as her hand grips the latch on the door.
In one swift instance, the door swings open and your eyes widen in absolute fear as they instantly hone in on Gilda’s golden gaze. At first, you expect her to look furious; to grab your throat and choke you to death or just start beating you where you stand, but she doesn’t. Her expression devolves from initial surprise, to neutral. The rebel's eyes trail down to your half naked form to your hands. Your gaze follows to the video camera and underwear in your grasp. Her gaze then travels lower to the throbbing bulge in your boxers before looking back at you.
Your eyes slowly trails up her beautiful form; she’s wearing a white bikini top with a matching bottom. You’ve never seen so much of Gilda’s body so exposed. Those long legs and plump thighs; her wide hips and round ass that spread from her toned core. Her breasts seemed even bigger than you thought with her top seeming to strain a bit to contain them. Flash might lose this bet. Gilda looks like a pretty high C, maybe D cup from where I’m standing.
Your thoughts cause your dick to throb against your boxer, apparently demanding some attention. You quickly pull yourself from your thoughts as you see Gilda’s hand begin to move. You flinch, expecting some form of brutal physical punishment. However, your reaction goes unwarranted as she reaches out and grabs the camera and thong from your hands. “Yo, G, you okay,” Dash asks. “You went real quiet all of a sudden.”
“Yeah, I’m good. Just thinkin’ bout something’,” she said as she puts the camera on a small shelf above you. With a newly formed smirk and a surprisingly lustful gaze, she reaches behind her and loosens her bra, causing her breasts to spill out. With their restraints removed, the two massive globes bounce forth with an almost hypnotic effect. Your mouth falls as you gawk, but the moment your jaw goes slack, Gilda quickly jams her thong panties into your open mouth, gagging you. You groan in discomfort as the fabric scratches your throat before she leans forward and whispers, “Keep quiet and don’t move.”
Having no choice in the matter, Gilda proceeds to dip a finger through the waistband of your boxers and effortlessly pulls it down, allowing your stiffened member the freedom it desired. With your phallus exposed, Gilda’s smirk turns into an almost jackal-like toothy grin. From seemingly out of nowhere Gilda pulled out a towel and draped it over the top of your member while gripping the underside with her left hand. You can’t help but groan at the feel of Gilda’s hand; your dick is throbbing in approval of her warm, yet soft hold on you. Before long, Gilda’s hand starts stroking the underside of your tool while her right hand twisted the towel around the crown.
You do your best not to groan or moan at the twin sensations, but Gilda’s hands refuse to stop. All the while, she never breaks eye contact with you and smiling, as if your secret pleasure is just that amusing to her. “So, Gilda, I gotta ask. You hear anything about peeping toms in the girl’s locker room?” Rainbow Dash asks.
“Just rumors really,” Gilda responds, her hands still ceasing their ministrations. “Didn’t know it was much of a problem.”
“Yeah, recently some of the girls that stay after for clubs come back to find things missing or hidden cameras in some of the lockers.”
“Hm, yeah, I’ve heard that,” she replies, stroking you harder and twisting the towel faster as a dark splotch starts becoming visible in the fabric. “Just figured it was some dumbass pervert. Thought that they’d get caught and dealt with by now.”
“I guess you don’t have to worry about that, huh?” Dash chuckled.
“Nah, not really,” she stated, the pressure in your loins steadily rising. “I mean, I’m not part of any clubs. I do stick around to use the gym to workout, though. So far, I haven’t caught sight of anything.”
You honestly can’t believe this situation. Here you are, cornered inside the locker of your crush, while said crush is giving you an amazing handjob. All the while carrying on a conversation with her friend who is standing not even ten feet away; staring into your eyes and smiling as she watches your body and face dissolve into the pleasure she’s giving you. The constant vigorous strokes of her hands begin eating away at your strength and willpower as you feel your legs turning to jelly. You try to keep yourself up, but the sensations are indeed becoming too much. Trying to take your mind away from it, you let your eyes wander to divert your attention, but this quickly backfires as they fall onto Gilda’s chest. The lightly tanned skin on her breasts bouncing and heaving ever so slightly as she pumps her hands and arms; her areolas puffy and nipples erect, indicating her enjoyment of the situation.
“Probably cuz whoever is pulling these stunts ain’t stupid enough to mess with you. I bet they’d piss themselves if you found out they did. You’d tear the whole damn school apart to find them.” Dash laughed.
“Funny,” she chuckled dryly. “It’s true most people are afraid of me. S’not like this surprises me.”
“That’s not true, Gilda,” Rainbow replied. “I hear some of the guys from the soccer team talk about you.”
“Really,” Gilda raises a brow in curiosity.
“Totally. They tell me all the time how much they love your sexy curves and cool demeanor,” Dash explained.
“Cool, huh,” she inquires with a giggle. Her hands stroke faster and the pressure rising higher and higher as your dick throbs and engorges in her grasp. “I don’t think I’d ever use that word to describe me. I got a pretty short fuse. I tend to act without thinking a lot of the time. Worse of all, I often do things without the consideration of others around me. Not to mention…” she gave a slight pause as her hands kick into overdrive, doing their best to get you to pop and it works. You thank the heavens for her gagging you as let out a muffled groan as your orgasm hits like a bomb and your seed is finally unleashed. “I can be rather forceful when I want something. But that’s just me.”
“Haha, yeah, that’s pretty true,” Dash laughs, still completely ignorant of your presence as you continue to cum into Gilda’s towel, thoroughly soaking the fabric more and more after each consecutive shot of your seed. You pant and heave, your vision a blur as Gilda continues stroking you, coaxing more and more jizz from your shaft. Oh man, that was...I never…shit, you groan internally, your mind a buzz.
Your thoughts swim in a dark fog as your body is reeling from one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. Suddenly, the rebel girl pulls her hand from twisting the towel around the head; her palm coated with traces of your cum. Even with your distorted vision, you could easily make out Gilda bringing her cum covered hand to her mouth and opening lap at it with her tongue, the predatory gaze still ever-present in her eyes. That’s it; you couldn’t hold out anymore.
Her last act of sexiness finally broke you as you feel your legs completely give out and you crash down to the bottom of Gilda’s locker. The sound doesn’t go unnoticed as you hear Rainbow Dash exclaim something you can only guess as, “What the hell was that?”
You’re not entirely sure what’s going on right now as you try to pull your mental faculties back together. Muffled words were exchanging between Dash and Gilda; you’re guessing the latter is trying to deter the former from finding you. Suddenly, a loud ringing fills the room. You’re wondering if it's in your head before a voice speaks; you’re pretty confident it's Dash. Another voice speaks up, Gilda’s, “I’m taking a shower.”
Just as you begin to regain yourself, you feel something soft, but firm grab you and pulls you out of the locker. It hurts, to say the least. Gilda dragging you along the ground for a few short moments. The sound of Gilda’s footsteps against the tiled floor give a slight echo before the noise of a sliding door catches your ear. You then feel yourself being pulled once again and dropped pretty ceremonially on the floor; the resulting impact being more than enough to pull you from your stupor. You blink your dizziness away as you sit up and pull the rebel’s underwear from your mouth, softly coughing as you toss it aside. With your windpipe clear, you take some deep breathes and rub the sore spot on your back. You then look up to see Gilda looking through a crack in the sliding door before shutting it. “Phew, that was close,” she turned to you and grinned. “Okay, Dash is on the phone. Since she usually goes home to shower, we should be good in here.”
You’re stunned once again to see her still topless as she stalks over to you. “G-Gilda, wait, why…why did you do that?”
“Why?” she asked with a raised brow before walking up to you. She squats down, standing on the tips of her feet to look you in the eye with an inquisitive gaze. “Let’s see, someone I know, snuck into the girl’s locker room. To make things crazier, he broke into my locker. All while holding a video camera and my panties.”
“Um…well…”
“Naturally, that makes a girl curious, right?” she said smiling lustfully before reaching her hand up to your chest and easily forcing you down onto your back. Before you know it, Gilda is straddling your waist her massive breasts and dominant form pinning you beneath her. “Is this what you wanted to see, hm? Wanted to see how big my girls were?” she asked, squishing her hard nipples against your chest.
“No,” you cry out, praying this weird and unusual punishment ends quickly. “Gilda, please, I’m sorry, I won’t tell anyone anything about this or what I saw, I swear.”
“Hey, relax, no need to apologize. I’m not gonna hurt you, much,” she assures you as she sits up. “I know you enough to know you’re not the kinda guy that would do this. At least, not without a good reason. Otherwise, you never would have done it, right?”
“Right,” you nod your head vigorously.
“Good,” she smiled, “That’s all I need to know.”
All of a sudden, in one foul swoop, she pivots around, turning her bare back and beautiful ass towards you. She then sits down on her knees, her ass and crotch a hair’s breath away with more than a noticeable wet spot in the fabric and thin trails of her arousal dripping down her thighs. “G-Gilda, what are-ugh,” your voice hitches in your throat as you feel soft hands on her your nether region.
“Damn, Dweeb,” Gilda purrs, her hands gliding across your quick hardening shaft. “I don’t know what I was expecting. But I didn’t think a little guy like you was packing this kind of heat.”
Your head drops back, letting yourself go and enjoying the rebel’s seemingly skillful caresses. “So big and thick,” she commented, her fingers swirling about your tip ever so gently, “with a sensitive head. Interesting.”
“You…you make it sound like you’ve never seen one before,” you asked, raising your head once again.
Sadly, the response you received wasn’t verbal, but physical as you feel a solid punch to your kidney. You groan in pain as the impact quickly spreads, causing you to drop your head back down. “Of course, I haven’t seen one before, Smartass. What kinda girl do you take me for,” she growled, looking over her shoulder at you. “Like I said before, most people are scared of me. So, naturally guys would never let me get this close to them. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m not curious. And if I’m going to do this, best to do it with someone I know and trust, right?”
At that moment, if only for a second, her eyes seemed to soften before she turns back around, “Right, so enough talk. I want to try this bad boy out, and I think I know just how to do that.”
Before you can inquire, you quickly feel your now completely stiffened member being compressed and bound by warm, soft mounds of flesh. “Is that…are those?” your mind is reeling as the sensations set it, your dick throbbing in excitement.
“Oh, I can feel your friend here twitching,” Gilda moans sweetly. “I guess it’s true; guys do like boob jobs. I should’ve known. I’ve caught you sneaking peeks at my girls before. Hell, your eyes nearly popped out of your head when I took my top off. Now, let’s how you like this.”
A wave of pleasure soon washes over you as you feel Gilda’s buxom chest rising and falling against your shaft. From base to tip, you can feel every inch of her bountiful chest against your mast; her moaning and cooing a delightful indication that she’s having fun as well. “Damn, your dick is hot and you’re leaking pre like crazy. Makes it all slick. I wonder what it tastes like.”
You groan as a new sensation takes over. Warm wet lips are wrapping around your tip as a full broad tongue laps around it. Your heart is racing as Gilda moans around your tip, her breasts ceasing to stroke your length as she gently suckles on your head. “Argh shit, Gilda,” you groan as euphoric bliss rocks through your system. “You…You have no idea how many times I imagined this.”
“Oh,” she cooed, pulling her mouth from you member to glance back at you. “You think about me? You like to jerk it to me?”
“Yes, all the time,” you confess. “You’re so sexy and beautiful.”
“That right,” her motions cease, leaving your dick throbbing in need. “You really think that?”
You nod earnestly, which earns you a genuine smile from her, “Alright then, prove it.”
She leans forward, once again, claiming your manhood with her chest as well as presenting her nether region and hindquarters to you. “If you honestly like me so much, go ahead. We’re all alone, and you’ve got me all to yourself. That is unless you’re a little bitch and you’re just gonna lie there and let me toy with you. So, what’s it gonna be, Dweeb? You gonna nut up or shut up?”
Normally, you’re not one to be baited so easily, but given the situation and feeling nothing to lose, you decide to go all in. You raise your hands up and with great gusto, smack them down on the soft, but toned globes of ass cheeks. Gilda gasps in surprise as your hands take hold of her buttocks before quickly devolving into a hearty chuckle, “Atta boy, show me whatcha got!”
Your hands begin kneading her rear, getting a proper feel for them, leaving the rebel girl moaning and cooing, her chest once again stroking your dick. Her ass is big, but firm and pliable, the perfect mix of muscles and bounce. Feeling the need to verify, you raise your right hand before smacking it down hard again, electing a delightful squeal from the girl. You raise you left and give her other cheek some equal treatment, her reaction just as pleasing to your ears as the last. “Hmmm, you like dat ass too, huh?” she growled.
“Definitely,” you growl back, giving her cheeks an affirming squeeze.
“Then what about what’s beneath it, hm?”
You knew what she meant and didn’t hesitate to go after it. You spread her cheeks apart, the thin fabric of her bikini bottom doing little to hide her rose bud. Despite how alluring it was, your eyes didn’t linger there for long as they glided down toward her crotch. The wet spot from before had indeed grown, the fabric completely soaked through as thick trails of liquid excitement flowed down her juicy thighs. You lean in toward her right leg and begin lap up her sweet, tangy arousal. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed as Gilda moans her breasts sweetly stroking against your length gradually escalates, giving you further incentive to continue.
Your tongue trails further up her muscular thigh, sending shivers up her legs as you grow closer to her honey pot. Just as you reach the source, you stop just short of the mark before switching over to her other thigh and repeat the process. She groans in frustration, apparently wanting your attention elsewhere, but that doesn’t stop her breasts wonderful caresses. “Dammit, Dweeb, what’s with all the teasing,” she moaned.
“Just savoring it all,” you answer quickly before continuing your task.
“Well hurry up,” she practically whined, her legs fidgeting. “Put that tongue somewhere useful.”
It didn’t take you long to finish off the last of her delicious nectar, and once you finished, you gazed at its source. The wet spot was damp; it held the perfect outline of her pussy; it’s juicy lips winking, desperate for attention. Feeling you’ve kept her waiting long enough, as well as the lustful desire growing reaching its peak, you hold nothing back as you dive forward and latch your lips onto hers. A surprised gasp and quite cute, girlish squeal ensue as you suckle hard on her soaking wet bikini bottom covering her pussy. “H-Holy shit, I-I wasn’t expecting that,” she stammers and shudders atop of you, the pleasure apparently so high she stops stroking your member.
You lap and lash your tongue about her slit, prodding her entrance and nibbling on her labia with such diligence and passion that moaning and groaning are all the desperate rebel can do to hold back her voice. Even with the fabric separating you, it does nothing to hinder the pleasure Gilda seems to be experiencing as her thighs tighten against you, trying to keep you in place, “Ah, shit, t-that…I….daaaammmn,” she groaned heavily.
Her moaning rose in pitch, and she began to pant as her hips shook. After a few more licks, you pulled back, licking your chops of the nectar staining your face. Your eyes quickly fell where they easily located the visible bulge of her clit, pressing against her thong. Without hesitation, you sealed your lips onto it and gave a hard, strong suck. This managed to get a scream out of her as her back arched, “Fuck! Ah…you sneaky fucker, d-don’t suck so haaah!”
Her pleading fell on deaf ears as you continued sucking and nibbling on her sensitive button. She mewled and squealed, thrashing atop of you as blissful jolts seemed to shoot through her. You hooked your arms around her legs, holding her down and in place, leaving her at your mercy. A steady stream of her juices flowed from her pussy as you refused to cease your onslaught. How could you stop? You’d spent some much time admiring and dreaming of this girl. Imagining how wonderful it would be to experience such intimate pleasures with her. Now you were, and you weren’t going to let these moments pass by you. Like a man possessed, you were on a mission, and that was to make Gilda, the tough chick, the notorious bad girl, cum.
“Aaah!” she screamed as her body became tenser. “S-So hard. I’m gonna cum so hard!”
Your heart pounded in sheer excitement of her claim. You had to see it. You wanted to see it. To deliver the best orgasm, she’s ever had. Just as it seemed her muscles were as wound up as a tightly compressed spring, you sucked as hard as you could on her clit, electing the loudest scream you’d heard from her ever, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!!”
Fem cum gushed forth from her pussy as her climax shocked her whole system; her body went ridged, back arched, trembling violently as her pussy sprayed a powerful stream of her arousal onto your mouth, chin and chest. You quickly latched onto her pussy once again, doing your best to drink up her juices with her bikini doing little to soak up what she was dishing out. After a moment or two, Gilda’s body relaxed as she laid herself down on you; her breasts had once again enveloped your dick as she gasped for breath. You could feel her heart racing through her chest as your cock throbbed in time with yours. For a moment, all was quiet between you two and, if only for one instance, it felt like your heartbeats fell into sync with each other.
“Oooh, shit,” Gilda moaned, pushing herself on her arms. “That…That was intense. Damn, Dweeb, you’re way better than I expected.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled, smiling lightly as your pride swelled up a bit. Unfortunately, your pride wasn’t the only thing that was growing as Gilda quickly realized.
“Oops, my bad,” she giggled as you felt her hand gently stroking your shaft. “I almost forgot all about your buddy, here.”
Gilda then rises to her feet and glanced over her shoulder at you as she hooks her fingers under the waistband of her bikini. You watch with baited breath as she leans down, slowly pulling her thong down her legs. Soon enough, your eyes brighten at the incredible visage of her dripping womanhood. With careful steps, she removed the last of her swimwear and tossed it aside before turning around to face you, naked as the day she was born. “Don’t worry; I know how to return a favor.” She grinned down at you.
However, before she could further emphasize the door cracked open slightly, “Yo, Gilda!"
“Shit, RD’s still here! Come here, hurry!” Gilda whispered in a panic. You have no chance to respond before Gilda grabs your wrists and hauls you up to your feet. The two of you quickly clamor into the nearest shower stall before Gilda shuts the curtain and turns the water on. “Quick, climb on my back,” she whispered frantically.
“What?”
“Climb on my back,” she practically growls this time.
You both hear the sliding door opening as Rainbow Dash calls out, “Gilda?”
“Now,” she tells you, turning her back to you. With great haste you do as you’re told and hop onto Gilda’s back, wrapping your arms around her torso and your legs around her waist. She gives a slight yelp as you both feel your still raging hard-on nestles itself between her thighs, pressed up against her pussy.
Neither of you is allowed to truly adjust yourselves before Rainbow Dash calls out, “Gilda, you in there?”
“Yeah,” the rebel responds rather frantically as she whipped the curtain partially open, only allowing her head and part of her shoulder visible. “Yeah, what’s up? I thought you left by now.”
“I was about to,” Rainbow answered, her voice filled with uncertainty. “Shy called me, asking for some help at the animal clinic. Before I go, I wanted to check on you. What was that noise earlier?”
“Oh, that…that was nothing, really,” Gilda chuckled somewhat nervously. “Some of my stuff just fell over is all. You know I just shove things in my locker all the time. Shit just falls over.”
As the two of them converse, your heart was drumming fiercely in your chest which is pressed firmly against her back. The shower water is cascading down on the two of you, droplets beading down your bodies. Your cheek lay against her back, her skin soft and warm beneath you. You took a deep whiff of her. Whether her natural scent or something else, you weren’t sure, but she smelled wonderful. Feeling her warmth and softness was drowning your senses, all except the sensation of your dick between her thighs.
You groan internally, feeling her hot wet lips drool along your length as your member throbs in need, demanding relief. Ah, she smells and feels so good! you bite your lower lip, your willpower slipping. You draw your hips back slightly, sliding your shaft against her pussy almost effortlessly thanks to her wetness. Instantly, you feel her body stiffen as a slight squeal escapes her; a reaction that doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by her friend.
“What’s wrong, G, you okay?” Dash asks suspiciously.
“Y-Yeah, I’m…o-okay,” Gilda chuckled in a shaky tone. You thrust forward, sliding yourself against her flesh, your tip and shaft both hitting and dragging against the noticeable bump that was her clit. She gasps in response, nearly falling forward as her legs almost give out. “Gilda, seriously, what’s wrong?” Dash snaps in worry.
“S-S-Sorry…s-sorry,” Gilda quickly replied, doing her best to keep herself upright. You can feel her trembling in your grasp. Heart pounding against your chest while her pussy grows wetter by the second, and it’s exciting you. Alright, Gilda, time for some payback. Let’s see how you like being toyed with!
Your hips slide slowly back and forth, thrusting against her sopping sex, enjoying the sensation of her lips on your dick. Her body shivers against you as the pleasure travels through her. However, despite you or herself, Gilda continues to try and hold her conversation as best she can, “I-I think I hurt m-my leg during our race. Might’ve…p-pulled something.”
“Well, do you need help,” Dash inquired, the uneasiness for her friend’s plight refusing to leave her voice. “Want to go to the nurse; maybe she’s still here?”
“No…No, it’s f-fine, really, I-” her voice rises a few octaves as you quickly move your arms up and grasp her breasts, “I-I’ll be f-fine. I-I just need to r-relax it a-a bit. Y’know, a nice h-hot shower to s-sooth the muscles.”
Her breasts! I finally get to feel her breasts, you moan internally as your hands grope and massage her bountiful mounds, they’re so soft, like marshmallows, they fill my hands up completely!
You continue exploring her chest before your fingers brush against two hard, perky nubs, gaining another squeak from her. You quickly realize you had found her nipples as your fingers hone in on them; your index fingers rub and flick them intently, each brush of contact gaining a satisfying whine or groan from her. Damn, they’re sensitive, tender even, you mentally note as you feel her getting even wetter than before. Your hips begin to move with a mind of their own, speeding up as you grind your dick against her pussy with great vigor. She groans deeply and panting loudly. You can’t see her face from your position, lest you’ll be caught, but if you could, you bet Gilda would be sporting the sexiest expression you’d ever seen.
After having been so thoroughly teased earlier, between your hips thrusting wildly against her pussy and the feeling of her magnificent breasts in hand, you could sense your orgasm rising fast. Hm, hurry and get rid of her, Gilda. I’m not gonna last much longer.
“Gilda, really, if you’re seriously hurting, just take it easy,” Dash told her sternly.
“Geez, D-Dash, relax, I’m not a-a wimp. I’ll be f-fine, I can…can take it.” Gilda rebutted.
“You don’t see-,” Dash paused midsentence as a buzzing sound went off. “Oh, it’s Shy. I gotta go.”
“Then g-go, I-I’m a big girl,” she said with a slight huff.
“Fine, I’ll go but finish up, go home and rest,” Dash told her as her footsteps started to grow further and further away. “Later, G.”
Almost, there, you groan, feeling the pressure reaching critical levels. Your desperate need to release your pent-up lusts causes you to pull back a bit further than you expected and nearly lose your grip, with your tip aimed at the base of her pussy. Fearing as much, you tighten your hold on Gilda’s chest and hands with your limbs before thrusting back. Unfortunately, you don’t notice where you member is positioned, and when you thrust back, you feel your dick become swallowed up in a hot, wet, fleshy embrace.
Your eyes shrink to pins as you feel Gilda’s body lock in place and the wet canal squeeze down on your member with incredible strength. Oh. Shit! were the only words to reach your mind as you feel yourself unloading your seed. You close your eyes tightly as the throughs of your orgasm course through you as you paint her insides white. To your surprise, not a second later, you feel the fleshy walls around your dick convulsing madly, giving you even greater pleasure before a powerful explosion of warm fluid hits your dick and douses it as thoroughly as your seed. “L-L-Later, D-D-Dash!” Gilda stammers, her voice trembling.
You hear the door sliding open and then closed, allowing you both a moment to sigh in relief. You loosen your limbs from around Gilda and slide down her back to the ground. With the afterglow of your orgasm still freshly buzzing through your system, you nearly lose your footing and stumble back. You fell yourself gently hit the wall and use it to hold yourself upright, leaning your head against the wall to try and catch your breath. “Daaamn, Dweeb,” you hear Gilda groan before a loud ‘thawk’ follows.
You pull your head down to look, and you see the rebel leaning against the wall to your right, adjacent to the shower head. Her back was still to you for a moment before she turned, so her back was to the wall. Her chest heaved, her legs shook almost violently as she tried to catch her breath. “W-What the…hell,” she stammered in a labored breath, looking over at you. “You…You came a lot with that hand job earlier. Yet, you came this much inside me?”
Your eyes drift down Gilda’s pleasure wracked body to the source of her surprise. Given her position against the wall, her legs are noticeable spread, giving you a proper view. Between her legs, you can easily see your seed steadily flowing out of her pussy. It truly was a sight to behold as a long thick trail of white continued to fall from her love canal. To your surprise, you could feel yourself instantly becoming harder than you ever had before. Before your heart was pumping demanding air, but that need for oxygen quickly became one of lustful excitement. Your mind swam with thoughts of every ounce of pleasure she could give you and that you could give her in turn. You wanted more. You needed Gilda.
Almost on autopilot, your body quickly lunges toward Gilda’s lust prone form as you wrap your arms around her midsection. “Hey, what’s the big id-hmm!”
You quickly cut her off as lust takes over your actions and you grab her head, pulling her lips down to meet yours. She squeaks in surprise, but her body quickly succumbs to your desires. Your tongue enters her mouth and finds her own. Her tongue barely puts up a fight as they mingle together in a sensual, passionate embrace. It doesn’t last long as you pull back and look deep into her glazed over eyes. “Gilda, I’m sorry about cumming inside you before. It was an accident, but I can’t stop now. Please, let me fuck you!”
You’re practically pleading, while your hips thrust back and forth between her legs, once again, grinding your erect shaft against her sensitive lips, smearing your cum all over her quivering labia. Gilda groans deeply, biting her lip, shuddering against you. “Geez, what’s gottin’ into you! You came twice, and you’re still raring for more?” she asked, completely astonish.
“Yes, please,” you almost growl. Your hands move from around Gilda’s back and up to her breast, assaulting them with firm and sensual massaging. Your swift actions gain a gasp from her as she throws her head back, while your hips refuse to cease their movements. “Your body is beautiful. It’s perfect! I love it! Please let me fuck you!”
Your mouth then reaches out and latches onto her right nipple, which causing her to let out a light scream. You suckle on it gently, while your tongue laps and swirls around the tender nub. Your hand plays with its twin, flicking and pinching it in your grasp; all of which is turning the weakened rebel into a panting, quivering mess. “N-No,” she whimpered weakly, looking back at you., “s-s-stop, I’m…really sensitive. If…you keep going I’ll…I’ll c-cum again.”
“Do it,” you tell her, peering straight into her bliss-filled gaze, “Cum! I wanna see the look on your face when you cum on my dick!”
She tightens her eyes and bites her lips, desperately trying to control her voice, but it was all for not. Your grinding on her pussy and groping of her chest was too much stimulation to contain her. “Ah, s-s-shit. I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna…aaaahhh!”
She threw her head back and screamed to the heavens as her body locked in place. A flash flood of your combined juices sprayed forth coating not just your rod, but her thighs and the tiled floor as well. Luckily the shower makes quick work of some of the mess. Gilda’s still leaning against the wall, shuddering as her orgasm continues to rock through her, panting as gasping as your hips have still refused to stop rubbing against her over sensitive lips. She drops her head back down, her golden eyes are lidded, burning with lust and pleasure. She seems in a daze for a moment, before her eyes hone in on yours and she speaks the most beautiful words you’ve ever heard, “Fuck me! Now!”
Finally, having been given permission, you waste no time in responding. With surprising strength and dexterity, you grab Gilda’s left leg and haul it over your shoulder, before your quickly line yourself up and take the final plunge. You both moan as you feel yourself sink deeply into her depths; her wet, silky walls tightening around your member, drawing you in as far as you could go. Suddenly, you feel something inside you snap. Between the sensation of her pussy, the look on her face and the fact that you’re having your first time with your long-requited crush, you feel like a switch has flipped inside your mind and all you want to do is rut Gilda into the ground.
With your mind and body on the same page, your hips draw back fluidly, before slamming back home in your crush’s pussy. Your hips move with fierce drive and passion as you pound away with total abandon. Gilda’s cries of pleasure, do nothing but spur you on as her arms wrap around your head and pull you into the magnificent valley that is her chest. “Ah, f-f-fuck yeesss! I can’t believe you’re so big and still so hard! I-I guess I d-don’t have to ask h-how my p-p-pussy feels,” she exclaims, shuddering against you.
You look up from between her breasts to see her face bright red, staring back at you blissfully. “You kidding,” you groan, your hips thrusting powerfully in and out of her. “It feels amazing! You’re so hot and tight inside. I can’t stop myself!”
You turn your head and pull her right nipple into your mouth, earning a delighted gasp from her. Gilda’s hands hold your head firmly where it is as you suckle and lap at her teat. “That’s it, Babe,” she cooed sweetly, “keep sucking my tit. Keep pounding my pussy! Oh, I’m gonna cum again!”
Those beautiful words set your heart ablaze, and you could tell they held truth to them. You could feel Gilda’s pussy convulsing and contracting around your dick; her next orgasm ready to explode from her at any minute and you were determined to get her there. “Yesyesyesyes, just like that,” she begged, her legs growing more unstable by the second. “Right there, ooh, I’m…cumming!”
Just as promised, you can feel her pussy gripping you even harder as she douses both your legs in her nectar. However, despite her recent climax, your hips still continue their onslaught. “I…I c-can’t…can’t…” her voice seemed to dissolve as her back slowly slid down the wall, her legs giving way under her. With about as much grace as you would expect from her, Gilda steadily dropped to the ground on her side, all while you continued to fuck her senseless. You let her tit pop free from your mouth as you take hold of the leg dangling over your shoulder, using it to give yourself more leverage, hammering her still quivering pussy even harder than before.
She gasps and moans under your unyielding stamina, finding it difficult to do much us but take what you’re dishing out. “I-I can’t t-take much…m-m-more,” she whimpers, trying to push herself up on her arms. Not seconds later, her arms give out, and she merely rolls herself onto her back. “Argh…f-fuck it. Do…do w-whatcha want! I’m…all yours.”
Even in your wildest dreams you never thought you’d hear such submission from the one and only Gilda. Hearing it here and now simply made you want to give her your all. Your hips kept up the pace with tremendous gusto with little signs of slowing anytime soon. You vigorously groan as you thrust, relishing in the pleasurable sensation of her walls massaging your prick. “Oh, Gilda, your pussy is incredible. I can’t get enough!”
“C-Clearly,” she chuckled meekly. A strained purr escaped her lips as her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. “Y-You’re…You're so deep! I c-can feel you s-s-stretching me out! I love it!”
“You like it rough? Like it deep?”
“Yes,” she looked back at you. Her eyes are beaming, begging for it, but still, you wanted to hear her say it. “Fuck me harder! Deeper! Please, I need it! I want your dick to fill every inch of my pussy!”
You feel a predatory grin stretch across your face as a very devilish idea crosses your mind. You manage to stop your thrust and remove yourself from Gilda’s slit. She groans in disapproval until she squeals in surprise as you grab hold of her ankles and quickly stand up, pulling her lower body along with you. You spread your legs in a bow-legged stance while keeping Gilda’s legs spread eagle as her head lay held upside down. In such an exposed position, Gilda’s eyes widen as you reposition your dick over her waiting pussy. Feeling your member twitching in the cold air, demanding to feel the incredible warmth of the rebel's womanhood once again, you quickly thrust your hips down and drive your dick deep into her pussy.
“Aaaah, yeesss,” Gilda’s gasp quickly degraded into the most lust-filled groan you had ever heard. Her eyes floated into the back of her head, and her tongue lolled out as you quickly picked up where you left off and began pile driving her pussy with overwhelming force. “So deep! So good! It feels like you’re trying to empty me out!”
“That’s cuz you keep getting tighter,” you groaned, feeling her walls constrict around your girth like a vice, “you’re so wet and snug inside, like your pussy doesn’t want to let go. I can’t get enough.”
“Me…either,” her eyes stared off into space, a dazed, but euphoric expression plastered on her face. “Oh, m-my h-head is a b-blank. I-It feels like I’m…f-floating like I’m gonna…pass out! Oh no, I’m…gonna cum a-again!”
Your hips continue to thrust without rest, and as you feel Gilda’s pussy getting ready to release another torrent of her essence, you soon began feeling the pressuring building up. “H-Here it…comes!”
Her back arches before it goes ridged and a stream of her juices springs forth like a fountain, dousing your dick and herself. You feel her pussy squeezing you, desperately trying to milk your dick, but your release isn’t there. Not yet. You can feel it, the oncoming pressure building stronger and stronger with each powerful, unrelenting thrust. You moan heavily, enjoying the incredible sensation of her over sensitive pussy still writhing wildly around you. “Nh, ah, w-why? Why h-haven’t you…c-c-cum yet?”
“Don’t know…but I am,” you tell her, sensing your body’s demand for release. “I…I think it’s gonna be big too.”
“H-H-Hurry, please,” she mewled. “I-I can’t last…m-much longer. A-Another orgasm and I-I’ll pass out!”
Figuring this to be the final round, you decided to change things up again. You pull out of Gilda once again and gently put her legs and waist back to the ground before letting her go. She trembles violently, still experiencing the remnants of her last orgasm. You move to her side, and with some effort manage to pull her up onto her knees. “W-What’re you…doing,” she looks over at you, but you don’t answer.
With her upright, you then maneuver yourself behind her and tell her, “Here, lean on me.”
She nods and swings her right arm around your back with your head stick out from under her arm as she leans her back against your chest, using you as support. You wrapped your arms around her midsection before guiding yourself back into her drooling cunt. She moaned sweetly as you ram yourself into the hilt. Once more, your hips move with such vigor and force that even Gilda’s moans vibrate with shudders of pleasure. “M-Mmmm, I…like t-this pose. Rough…but i-intimate,” she purred.
“Yeah, and it lets me do this too,” you added as your hands began to traverse her form.
Your right traveled upward while your left headed south. Gilda cooed delightfully as your hands sensually caressed her skin. However, her gentle reverie didn’t last as your hands found their intended objects of affections. She gasps and squeals, squirming in your grasp as your right-hand grabs hold of her right breast and your left rubs against her clit. The magnificent mound of flesh more than filled up your hand; her erect nipple peeked through the gaps of your index and middle finger, allowing you to play with it at your leisure while your left hand gently rubbed against Gilda’s love button in small quick circles. Given how many orgasms she had, thus far, her body was already in sensory overload. Fiddling with her more sensitive erogenous zones turning her into a howling bitch in heat, “Aaah, fuck! That’s it! Play with my nipple! Rub my clit! It’s driving me crazy!”
“I can tell,” I chuckled. “Your pussy is going crazy. If you keep this up, I’ll cum in no time.”
“Then you better cum inside,” she told you, glancing down at you passionately. “You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” you grin at her. Once again, this girl manages to stoke the flames of your desire, and you’re more than willing to show her what you can do. Last stretch of the race. Can’t hold anything back!
You soon being thrusting like a rutting beast; your rhythm changing from long and hard to short and fast, sending Gilda into a screaming, moaning fit. You can feel the pressure of your orgasm on the rise. It’s a pleasurable pain that fills your groin, ready to be unleashed into the girl’s waiting sex. Gilda’s pussy responds in kind to your ministrations, tightening and squeezing you as best it can, creating the perfect amount of friction to get you to give it what it wants while her most sacred of places deep inside her prepares to receive it all. Its work doesn’t go to waste as you feel your orgasm finally reaching its peak, “Argh…Gilda, I’m, getting close. Oooh, it’s gonna be big.”
“M-Me too,” she whimpered. “Mmmm, I-I can feel you s-swelling inside me! G-Give it to me, please, I c-can’t hold on m-much…longer.”
Wanting to go out with a bang, you pull your hand from her breast and up to the back of her head. You leaned up as you drew her lips down to meet your own in a final passionate kiss. Her moans into the kiss as your tongue wrestle around one another in a longing embrace. Gilda’s sweet moaning soon changed into a muffled squeal as you feel her body go tense and her orgasm struck her. She quickly separated her lips from yours to let out a pleasurable scream as her pussy tightened to its absolute limit, splashing your lower body in her fem cum; the sensations becoming more than you could take. You gritted your teeth and growled as you gave a few more powerful thrusts before bottoming yourself out inside the rebel’s writhing slit, “I’m cumming!”
With your climax finally reached, you feel your dick unleash the biggest load you’ve ever experienced. Flashes of white go off in your eyes as you unload shot after thick shot of your seed into Gilda’s womb. “Yesyesyesyes, finally,” Gilda exclaimed, “fill me to the brim! Give me everything you’ve got!”
The most gleeful expression adorned her face. Her face burned red as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, biting her lower lip, trying to contain herself. “Nhh, so much! So hot! Oooh, oh no, I-I’m g-g-gonna cum a-again…aaahhh!”
Another gush of her essence met your own, and it felt wonderfully refreshing, feeling it mix with your load. The mixture of your combined orgasms soon became too much for her pussy to hold and began pouring out around your dick as you continued to fill her. You’ve never cum so hard before, and you weren’t sure when it would stop until a few short moments later when you felt it tapering off. You trembled a bit, panting, trying to regain your breath while Gilda remained surprising still. Her breathing seemed as ragged as yours, but she was otherwise silent. “Gilda…you okay,” you inquired.
Looking up at her, you noticed her head lay slouched over; eyes closed.
“Gilda?” you called out, but still she did not respond.
With some effort, you managed to extract yourself from Gilda’s well-fucked pussy and leaned her up against the wall in front of the shower. You kneeled next to her and looked her over; she seemed fine; her peaceful expression changed into a more joyful one as a shudder wracked her body. You then looked between her legs to see a stream of your mixed love fluids flowed out of her. “Mmm, so…full,” she moaned.
Wow, she really passed out. You couldn’t help but smile at her. She looked so serene and cute. Feeling more than your fair share of moral obligation, you decided to clean her up a bit. After washing her body down and wiping her clean, you turn off the water and haul her back into the locker room. It’s not easy, given that she’s bigger than you and your adrenaline rush wasted on your rut session; but slowly and steadily, you make your way back to her locker. After placing her down next to it, you grab her towel and lower it over her waist and cover her front with her jacket. A small smile grows on her face as she mumbles, “Mmm…Dweeb.”
Again, you feel yourself smile at her and then you look up to see the video camera sitting on the shelf in her locker. The memory of how this all started played in your mind, your fists clenching in anger. “No, I’m not gonna do this,” you tell yourself. “I don’t care what Flash does to me. I’m not gonna betray Gilda’s trust. I’ll just take my beating…like a man.”
With that decided you run back into the shower, grab your boxers and head back into the hallway to face your punishment.