Keeping A Promise by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Keeping A Promise by loyalsock

... was alone in Rachael's house with Richard and this notorious boy, George. Richard was grunting furiously now, and Jennifer was pretty sure he was shooting his hotwads of cum deep into Rachael's twat. Then she saw Richard's sweating body collapse on top of Rachael's. The two of them were silent, except for their labored breathing. Finally, Rachael looked over at Jennifer. "Aren't you convinced yet?" she asked. "About what?" "About sex!" "Oh, it has to be the greatest thing in the world! But I promised!" Jennifer's rosebud mouth got very firm when she said this. She did mean every word she said. She was sorry she had accepted Rachael's invitation. She felt slightly betrayed by her friend. She realized what a quandary she was in. Before Rachael's phone call, she had felt betrayed because Rachael hadn't done anything for her. Now Rachael had got her a marvelous date, and Jennifer still felt betrayed. Rachael hadn't advised her. Not only that, the condition of the date was that she get fucked. And she felt more and more like a hypocrite because she wasn't a virgin, and she was getting her nookie regularly. "Hey, look!" Richard said, pointing down at his cock. It was still erect. "Now what do I do with that?" George laughed. "You fuck her again, man, that's what you do." "You are willing to give up your turn?" "I am doing fine, man. Carry on," George said. He turned to Jennifer, whose hand was still resting on his prick. "You want to touch it bare?" Jennifer nodded her head. ...

... Her hand was aching as badly as her cunt. George arched up and pulled his jockey shorts down. Jennifer gasped. His cock was bigger than her b*****r's and bigger than her father's, even. There was a drop of pre-come on the handsome, well-shaped head of the cock. She reached out the tip of one finger, and rubbed the opaque drop of gism around. George winced, and she saw the cock lurch at her soft touch. She put her finger to her lip to taste it. "It tastes good." George laughed slyly. "I can give you a lot more of that, if you want it," he said. There was something ineffably sexy about the boy, even if he were scary. Jennifer looked at him and licked her lips. "Well, eating your cock isn't the same as getting fucked, is it?" she said. "You mean you would?" "What?" "Eat my cock?" "Oh," Jennifer said softly, grabbing his massive peter at the hairy base, "I sure would love to. It's such a pretty cock." "Damn! I think I've hit pay dirt!" "Yecch!" Rachael said, now impaled again on Richard's cock. "I wouldn't take that nasty old thing in my mouth for anything!" "Oh, I'd do it for nothing. I don't think it's nasty at all. Even if he doesn't take me to the prom." Jennifer looked earnestly up into George's face. "Listen," she said, "tell me the truth. Do you think if I tasted your cock it would be the same as getting fucked? Because that's what I promised my mother I wouldn't do." "It sure isn't!" "But you could be saying that because you want me to eat you," Jennifer said, seriously ...