As he returned from work, he glanced toward Hakeem’s house and didn’t see Stella’s bicycle there. That prompted him to walk down the gate. Upon seeing her bicycle still wasn’t there, he turned in to save the money he would have spent to use the estate court.
Not long after, he had even better scores than the ones from the day before. Upon putting up his ball, he took the two days’ worth of gloves over to the shed where he left them for Hakeem. His friend was a good basketballer as well.
Feeling pleased with himself, he headed for the road. He was surprised to hear the door to the house open.
Shit, he thought as he turned and saw Stella coming down the stairs.
His friend’s sister had a reddish-pink ribbon in her hair with a deceptively innocent-looking bow. She was wearing a little spaghetti-string top that cut off just below her boobs and must have been made of gauze. Her skirt was so short that he was amazed she wasn’t flashing him with every step she took.
As if that thought was a premonition, she grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up as she reached the bottom of the stairs. He was hardly surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She laughed as he looked away — fighting the rapid tightening of his jeans.
“So, what did you think?”
“I think you need to stop sending me selfies,” he said while walking down the road.
Stella picked up her pace-setting her boobs to bouncing in his peripheral vision — and got in the way before he could close the door.
“Oh, come on. I bet you jerked it to them,” she said. Something in his expression must have given it away, because she gasped and said, “Oh my god. You did.” Then she let out an incredibly sexy moan.
“Just stop it, Stella,” Ikenna said. “Get out of the way.”
“You did, didn’t you? Did you come hard? I know I did when I was taking them for you.”
“No.”
“Liar. I bet you’re hard right now.”
She caught him completely off-guard when she reached between his legs and squeezed his erection. It was an escalation of her seduction campaign far beyond what he would have expected, and he froze in shock.
“Oh my god,” she exclaimed as she squeezed and rubbed his cock. “It’s so fucking big.”
Ikenna finally snapped out of his stunned disbelief, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand out of his crotch. “Cut it out.”
She promptly avoided a hasty, warding swat and grabbed his dick with her other hand.
“My brother will never find out,” she said as she leaned into the truck, letting him smell her perfume. “I want to lick that ass and make you come everywhere. I know you want it.” At the same time, she yanked on the arm he was gripping, pulling the back of his hand against her firm, young breasts.
The next thing he knew, her tongue was flicking rapidly in his ear. His cock throbbed powerfully in her grasp as he imagined that tongue in his ass, and he lost the battle. He let go of her wrist, filled his hand with her breast, and groaned.
“Come on,” she whispered into his moistened ear.
Stella pulled away, straightened, and turned toward the house. She grabbed the back of her skirt and lifted it to reveal her tight little ass. Then she looked over her shoulder and flicked her tongue at him again. He followed her as if drawn inexorably toward her by pure sexual gravity. She giggled and continued toward the house with her bare ass swaying.
Ikenna caught up to her and grabbed that eighteen-year-old ass, which drew a moan from her. When she paused to open the door, his hand moved seemingly of its own accord along the curve of her buttocks and between her legs. A finger slipped between her nether lips to find an abundance of warm wetness. That made her whimper as she stepped inside.
It was his turn to pause in order to close the door behind him, allowing her to get a couple of steps ahead of him. She negligently lifted her tiny, gauzy top, pulled it over her head, and tossed it on the back of the couch as she passed. Ikenna once again caught up and ran a fingertip over her stiff nipple.
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned and brushed her fingers over his hardness.
The moment they stepped into her bedroom, Stella pushed her skirt over her hips and let it pool around her ankles. While she stepped out of it, Ikenna pulled off his shirt, and then she kicked off her sandals. She grabbed a belt loop, drew him toward the bed, and then playfully pushed him down on it.
Stella moaned and ran her hands over her body, ending with a caress between her legs. Then she slipped a hand beneath his leg, instructing him to lift it. She caught his heel and untied his shoe with a quick tug. It bounced a couple of times when she tossed it to the floor. His sock followed, and then the other shoe and sock. Then she pushed on his chest.
Ikenna leaned back onto his elbows, drinking in the sight of her forbidden, young body as she reached for the button of his jeans. She popped it open and then tore down his zipper. A second later, he lifted his butt so she could yank down his jeans and boxers. She gasped when his cock sprang free and tugged even more tenaciously on the denim.
Finally, his legs were free, and he was as naked as her. She reached out and caressed his bouncing member with one soft hand. In a voice just above a whisper, she said, “If I had known it was this big, I would have wanted you even more.”
With that, she looked deep into his eyes, offered a sultry, mischievous smile, and sank to her knees on the floor next to the bed. At her prompting, he lifted his feet up onto the mattress. Her hands settled on his butt, and she leaned in.
Ikenna grunted and his back arched when her slippery tongue washed over his puckered opening. His cock twitched up high, dropped down, and almost immediately shot back up several times as she lapped his ass.
“Feel good?” she asked between licks.
“Fuck yes.”
Stella moaned and swirled her tongue around the circumference before giving him several quick flicks.
Only one other girl had ever rimmed him, and that had been a drunken hookup. Whether it was sobriety, the danger of his best friend’s sister doing it, or just plain talent, that past experience paled mightily in comparison to Stella’s wonderful tongue.
One hand left his butt and began to caress his hardness with feather-light touches. She reacted almost instantly every time his cock throbbed, trying to press harder against her fingers, keeping the pressure light. All the while, her tongue flicked and lapped at his ass.
She was in no hurry. Ikenna had never experienced such sweet torment as she took her time licking, stroking his cock, and mildly probing his back door. She moaned in delight and sometimes giggled when his grunts and groans amused her. Just when he was teetering on the edge of frustration — needing more — she would provide it. Her tongue would press hard, penetrating him, or flick rapidly over the puckered opening. She would stroke the head of his cock with her thumb a half dozen times and then move back to gliding her fingers over his turgid flesh.
His pleasure built slowly — and sharply. It reminded him very much of when girls would edge him, letting him almost reach orgasm and then denying him. The sensation had that same bite but was growing ever stronger. His teeth clenched, and his fingers fisted into the bedclothes. When he glanced down, he saw strands of pre-cum stretching and then breaking with every bounce of his cock. A small puddle of the clear liquid had pooled beneath the head of his cock as well.
He also saw Stella looking up at him, her eyes sparkling with both delight and devilry. She moved away from his ass briefly, lapping at his taint and tight balls while keeping him trapped in her eyes. When she dipped back down again, she pushed on his legs, opening him up further, and slipped her tongue deeper into his ass.
Ikenna groaned and let out an explosive breath. When one of her hands moved back to his cock, she slowly stroked her pointer finger and thumb up and down opposite sides, just brushing against the helmet at the top each time. The sudden increase in stimulation caused his pleasure to spike, and another thick ooze of pre-cum to roll down the head of his cock.
Stella dipped her thumb into the pool of slippery wetness, slid her hand beneath his cock, and curled her fingers around it. She pressed her thumb against the ropy frenulum on the underside of his cockhead, and began to rub it in short, soft strokes. At the same time, her tongue went into a frenzy on his ass.
Ikenna growled and yanked loose the fitted sheet from one of the corners of the bed when he lurched from the electric pulses of sexual energy she was generating in him. The slow burn of his pleasure turned into a bonfire, rising rapidly toward a peak. After a few seconds of almost painful pleasure, he erupted in a shout, and in orgasm.
Though his eyes pinched tightly closed on the first pulse of his cock, he could feel the hot cum spattering over his chest — all the way up to his neck. The ejaculation was so powerful that he felt it surging up the shaft, and tickling the slit as it erupted. Blast after blast covered him in cum, making him grunt and growl. All the while, Stella’s tongue continued to slather over his puckered ass, and her slippery thumb caressed his glans.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had come so hard. It never seemed to end, or even dull in intensity for the longest time. He had no idea how many times he had spattered himself in cum before he finally began to dribble. Panting for breath, he opened his eyes to see Stella standing up. She leaned over him, lifted his cock straight up, and slid her lips down over it.
She croaked when his hips lurched from the sudden stimulation of his sensitive organ, but quickly recovered and kept her lips wrapped around him. She sucked out his last few fitful dribbles, and then let him go with a pop, just as he was about to push her away. She kept his cock in hand, and leaned down to lick up the cum that had pooled beneath the throbbing organ.
Ikenna gasped for breath — regularly stiffening and twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Stella licked and slurped up every drop of cum she could find, savouring it with hungry, delighted moans.
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