Alexis Chapter 5

With that, Kyle pounds his cock into me in several long, slow, hard thrusts-each one causing me to moan out loud. I can feel his seed shooting out of his tightening dick and up into me. He lets out one final yell and slams up into me one more time before finally exhaling deeply and shutting his eyes.

Leaning down, I kiss Kyle passionately, running my fingers through his hair and tasting the sweat on his lips. I can feel his dick starting to slide out of my ass as it softens inside of me. I slowly lift my weight up off of him, his cock slipping out of me with a slurping sound. My little boy pussy feels wet and loose as I pull my dress down and get off of Kyle, who's still lying there with his eyes shut, breathing heavily.

Standing up, I toss my sweaty hair to the side and grab my backpack.

"Where are you going?" Kyle asks, sounding almost a little too demanding.

"To clean up," I say. "People are going to be here soon, aren't they?" I ask.

"Yeah…good point," Kyle says. He sits up and searches for his underwear as I head into the bathroom.

In the shower, I wash the lube from around my asshole and touch it lightly with my fingers. It's loose and relaxed, almost like a real pussy. I can't wait to see how much more I can put it to use tonight.

I stand in the shower for a while, letting the hot water splash against my body as I think about how much of a whore I really am. There's no shame to my actions, and this scares me a little bit. I'm starting to wonder just how far I'm going to go.

Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off and open my backpack, pulling out my outfit for the party tonight. First, I slide a hot pink g-string up my legs and adjust it over my tucked back package. I put on my red lacy push-up bra. My skintight jeans come next. They're dark denim with no back pockets, and they sit really low on my hips, so low that my ass crack and thong are exposed if I'm not careful. Finally, I put on my black lacey top. It's a halter-top, and I lace it up in the front to give me a lot of cleavage. The tops of my bra cups peek out a little bit too.

I brush my hair and redo my make-up, thickening my eyeliner and reapplying my lips gloss. I slip my 4½ inch sandal heels on, give myself one more glance in the mirror, and turn out the bathroom light.