Alien Urges & Affection: When Misty Fell for Shell

Chapter 4 Down and Dirty Spying

The days turned into weeks, and then before long the weeks into a month, and kept going. For Misty and Sheldon, the time that passed settled into a regular routine. School in the morning, lunch together, then afternoon classes. After school finished for the day, they would flew off to Misty's forest to do their daily practice. Sheldon's progress was slow but steady. He just did not possess the natural grace that Misty did. In fact, he had a nasty case of clumsiness sometimes. But with encouragement and hard work he was improving. Misty was willing to bet that his hands were highly coordinated, being so good with tools and machined as he was. If they ever got to weapons training, he might discover some talent he did not know he possessed.

Misty wondered if she was fooling herself into seeing muscular development after only several days. He certainly was becoming tired much less since they had started. After a few more days she was sure the exercise itself was having an affect, with Sheldon very slowly filling out just a little from his old scrawny thin self. He would never be a beefy hunk, not at this time in his life, but now might start having some muscle to speak of other than in his hands.

After usually training for an hour or more, they would often fly back, get some dinner and hang out at Sheldon's for the evening watching movies or playing games. The fighting video games proved to be a great hit with Misty, having never played anything at Brad's house except space shooters, role playing games, and the occasional first-person-shooter. While Sheldon had many of these games genres as well, he had a good many more fighting games, including several for "classic" consoles systems. These were played either through actual consoles which he owned or they were accessible through emulated games on another system.

Though it had not been planned by either of them, the two teens quickly began to spend almost every afternoon and early night together. Weekends, aside from time doing homework, were spent together as well, for usually longer training sessions and movie marathons. This whole thing happened mostly because neither teen had much else to do. Sheldon knew he could find some mechanical project to tinker with, but there was nothing he was passionate about currently, and while he did have a wealth of comics, movies, and television shows to watch, he had read or seen almost all of them several times already. Misty on the other hand, had almost literally nothing to do. Crime fighting was a welcome adrenaline rush when it came, but that was inconsistent and not very frequent. Training was fun but quickly became boring, especially on her own. Thus she spent her time with Sheldon, though it was not a desperation move nor a pastime that she regretted, because from the first flick they had watched together, she had enjoyed the mutual entertainment. The boy had turned out to have several similar interests to hers and Misty enjoyed the movies and the games and the training.

After the first week or so, the two teens had watched a considerable quantity of kungfu flicks, and even a samurai movie or two. Luckily, Sheldon's ready supply of ninja or martial arts related films seemed almost bottomless. Every now and then Misty would get calls from the city about super hero business. Usually this meant a break in her hanging out with Sheldon to attend to such requests, and then if the time permitted returning to continue where they had left off. Surprisingly, the Silver Shell had shown up once or twice in the evenings to give her some help, which seemed more often than Jenny indicated about the regularity of his appearances. This led Misty to believe he was probably more of a night person.

Misty pushed Sheldon in the training. He never complained, since she constantly entreated him to try harder and complimented him on his effort and successes. Misty was not sure if it was her determination to be a good teacher and see him succeed, or whether it was his own determination, with whatever motivations he had. She sometimes half wondered if he was trying to be macho in front of her by working so hard. If he was, she certainly did not feel the need for him to act that way, but did not mind it if he wanted to either. Privately she felt that asking his motives for why he seemed to put so much effort into the training would spoil them, so she kept quiet about asking.

Though Sheldon had only learned a hand full of basic moves, training with him was just more fun than alone, as well as more effective. Misty really did like physical activity and Sheldon's company had proved more enjoyable that she had thought it would be. His noticeable progress in such a short time was probably due in the large part to Misty's healing-hands technique. She continued to use it on Sheldon, though after their first embarrassing time, she had made sure not to sit on his lap. She would sometimes rub his back instead of his chest if the situation warranted it, though touching either skin surface seemed to warm both their respective cheeks slightly regardless. After a week of the rubdowns, Sheldon seemed to be less bothered by it.

Misty wished she could have felt the same, but there was one complication. Almost every night (and many mornings) after the two of them would separated for the evening, when she flew back to her camp site, she would masturbate. The increasing frequency of the act mildly bothered Misty, though it did not cause her to truly worry. The real problem was that during her pleasure sessions, fantasizing about some boy was not something she liked much to do, as she preferred real relationships instead of imagined ones, but it did make her orgasms noticeably better. The trouble was, try as she might, no boys seemed to be interesting for her to imagine wild fun with, except for Sheldon.

Misty did not know why only Sheldon seemed to raise her heat during the act. The first few times she had thought it was just because she had been spending so much time with him. However, as it had become progressively more and more apparent that fantasies about him, not other boys she knew, seemed to get her juices flowing much more, Misty began to feel uneasy. Sheldon was a nice guy, she knew that, and she really did not think the idea of being physical with him bothered her. It was that when she purposely concentrated on Brad or some other hunky boy at school, the fantasy just did not seem as real to her and thus left her less satisfied.

After a few nights and morning of unsatisfying weak climaxes, Misty had simply decided it was not worth the mental trouble and simply let herself concentrate on Sheldon. If only the boy knew how many times he had sex with Misty in her mind, he probably would have passed out from blushing. If he were less of a talking person and she less of a confident being, Misty was sure their conversations would have suffered more awkwardness. As it was, the only time she really began to blush was when she touched Sheldon. She hid her reactions well, since neither teen seemed to want to look the other in the face while Misty performed the technique, but she wondered if he ever noticed. Every time she gave a massage, that night's fantasy seemed more real when she recalled the feeling of his funny human skin against her hands. She found herself giving him massages on regular basis more that was probably necessary.

Misty thought of herself as someone not prone to fall in love with a boy at the drop of a hat, but after well over a week of nights and mornings with her fantasy lover Sheldon, she began to wonder if this was not a sign of some strong infatuation. She and Sheldon had never actually done anything romantic. They had definitely become closer friends in recent times, but that was understandable. They were literally spending almost every free moment with each other. Each time such questions woudl arise, Misty would push aside any idle thoughts of a blossoming crush or love for Sheldon, saying it was only her hormones to blame. However, errant thoughts of wondering if she wanted a relationship with Sheldon proved more piercing, as well as more difficult, to shove away.

Her inability to 'get off' to anyone else but Sheldon was just part of the problem. The increased need to masturbate was one thing, but another was her breasts. They had continued to slowly grow, developing much more quickly than she thought they should be. Granted, she did not know what was considered a a normal rate of mammary growth for her species, as she had left before that information had been relevant for her to learn. Certainly human physiology would be no use for her as a model. Nonetheless, the fact she seemed to have gone up half a cup size in about the last month did not set well with her.

And then there was the odd feelings in her breasts. It was not like the growth she had experienced before. This time there were aches, which were becoming worryingly more frequent and punctuated, and an odd sensation of fullness in breasts. Her bust and nipples especially also seemed to tingle frequently and they were definitely more sensitive to touching when she jilled off. The whole thing had made fighting a little different at points.

Many times through her adventure in adolescence, she wished she had taken more time to learn more details about her species' teenage development stages. Sure, she knew the "important" details. The stuff everyone learned in compulsory educations since roughly age ten, and even a good deal more from the girls in the dojo. But that was more about what people did AFTER they had finished developing, not the process of such development. If Mrs. Wakemen had been around, Misty often thought that she might have asked earth women to attempt to rig up some long range communication with her home world, even though it was probably an impossible task. The only comforting thought to Misty in the whole situation was that she was relatively certain she was not sick nor had she developed anything nasty, since she was sure bad symptoms would have manifested themselves sometime in the last month in a form other than what she considered an excessive need to masturbate.

***

It had been well over a week since Tiff had given amazing head to Cliff in reward for his (and Ben's) covert spying operation, and now she felt both hot and sweaty as they slowed their walking pace. Unfortunately her perspiration was not because she was fooling around in the sack with some hot stud, which was about the only way she liked getting sweaty. Her current state was the result of trudging through these damned woods with her scheming cousin Brit and their male escorts to some remote spot out in the middle of nowhere. If she could have, Tiff would have certainly never come here.

She did not mind exercise sometimes, she was fairly muscular for a girl who never really tried to become buff. Also unlike her cousin who rarely, if ever, exercised, Tiff walked a fair amount in the neighborhood around their luxurious house, mostly because she actually liked the strolls. It was one of the few activities from her old life before she came to live with her cousin that she did not mind keeping. But traipsing through the hot muggy forest was not a pleasant walk around the neighborhood. It was hot, humid and the terrain varied.

Brit never needed her input for plans and plots, and rarely did she even need her help since the most menial tasks were taken care of by flunkies. But of course, Tiff could not be separated from her cousin it seemed, no matter how unpleasant the experience might be, and right then the experience was a long walk into the woods and the irritation of buzzing insects.

The boys had watched Misty and Sheldon for the last few few weeks to determine their general habits and patterns, so as to devise the best time to visit Misty's home away from home in the Tremorton woods. They had not watched their campsite in earnest nor had they ever entered the area, fearing to leave traces of their presence. They had merely observed their quary's travels to and from the forest with regularity and had one day very cautiously tracked the two teens to where they would go every day after school, which happened to be Misty's campsite.

Now the Crust's faithful spies were leading their mistresses to that very spot. The group had traveled to this rather remote place to investigate it, or for whatever other motives Brit had in mind.

Stepping from the tree line, Tiff saw a large clearing free of trees and rocks and very flat in front of her. The area was covered with green all over. "I hope this is it." thought Tiff as she puffed a little from the walk. "I wonder how Brit made it all the way here without stopping to rest?"

Upon arrival, Brit immediately begun to snoop around the pathetic looking campsite. This seemed to confirm her hopes and now Tiff could rest a bit. She squatted down, almost sitting on her heels and spreading her knees wide apart. Man, she felt sweaty and hot. She looked around and then frowned at what she saw besides nature. The place did not even have a fire pit, just a tent and a clothes line strung between two trees in a small clearing. Not the Hilton hotel, to be sure.

Tiff generally never voiced her questions about Brit's plans, unless they were posed for clarification, and never for contradiction. One thing she had learned from all these years with her cousin was that Brit's plans were many times well thought out, whether or not Tiff herself immediately grasped them, and the rest of the time Brit could argue for their success. On top of that, Brit hated to be proved wrong, so it was a bad thing to ever really ask why they did things, unless you sounded dumb about asking, not argumentative.

All that having been said, Tiff still felt like asking why the hell they were checking out Misty's home in the woods. What did they *really* expect to find out here? Pine needles and leaves? Seriously.... but Brit seemed to think there was something they could use. Of course, Tiff did not mention the fact that she personally thought her cousin was hard up for any plan of action against the alien girl. It had been quite a while since XJ9 had left town, well over a month, and Brit had not come up with anything very creative yet.

Tiff sighed, shifting her weight a little on her ankles, and then reached around to pull up the back of her shorts. Turning her thoughts away from her prying cousin, who was currently inside the tent, Tiff looked over at the two boys that had brought them to this rather remote location. There were Ben, Brit's escort, and Cliff, Tiff's current fling. They were each standing some distances away acting as lookouts in different directions, watching for Misty's return.

Tiff spared a long glance at Cliff as he stood under the shade of some low hanging pine branches some distance away. The glance turned into a rather long ogling look as she kept on peering at him. Those two had been unexpectedly *pleasant* lackies, and were probably the only part of this whole spying business she personally had enjoyed. Whether it was Brit's excellent sense in male selection, or dumb luck, these less than top of the popular-pyramid boys were at least quiet and fairly good in bed.

As Tiff looked at Cliff's back with his sweat soaked T-shirt stuck to it, she unconsciously licked her lips. She did not know so much about Ben, but Cliff did not demand anything or act like a pompous dick when it came to sex, unlike most popular boys at school. Perhaps it was because he was several pegs below them on the popularity scale, or maybe he was just less cockheaded. Either way, he was a lot more easy to deal with than other boys she had 'dated'. When Brit had recruited these two to do the cousins' spying for them, and then later told Tiffany of a proposed reward, she had shrugged it off. Brit and her had risen to the height of popularity at Tremorton High by three means. One was Brit's family being filthy rich and flaunting it. Two was Tiff playing mean, and if necessary dirty, with any girls that got in their way. Three was being extra nice to the boys.

The latter method being perhaps Tiff's favorite of late. Brit seemed to enjoy it too, but for her it was always business or pleasure. She always wanted something from a boy, be it a favor or a good fuck. Tiff supposed she must have lower standards, or lesser needs, because she would have liked to just fool around more with boys, than getting their to do stuff for her. Good boys were fun after all, and besides clothes and shopping, what other fun was she going to have? Read a book or something? Well, maybe some hot and gooey romance novel perhaps. Tiff kept telling herself that she just liked sex plain and simple, something that any healthy teenager felt, and that despite Brit's occasionally reproving remarks at her enthusiasm for the act, she was not strange to enjoy it.

But Brit had made it clear they were not supposed to be naughty unless it was in their best interests. Thus, Tiff had been consigned to boys of the upper crusts of the male popularity scale, most of which seemed to be jerks and lame dicks. In addition, Brit had strongly discouraged getting a boyfriend, because that would not only make Tiff less available to give favors to boys in return for 'social points', but it might make her less willing. So, having even a moderate length of time with a male to learn more than his name was something nice. Tiff had occasionally wondered if she seemed horny for sex sometimes because she got so little of the real action, only merely fooling around enough to keep the idea fresh in her mind.

Brit had explained that "open social points" could not be given to the two boys for a while at least, until the whole trouble with Misty and Jenny was resolved. She had outlined several reasons, none of which Tiff particular remembered or cared about. On the other hand, Brit had expressly stated that the boys rewards would be sexual favors, if they kept quiet about *everything*. The boys were silent as stone, and thankfully their dicks were just as hard. If Brit had not forbade it, Tiff would have actually screwed around with Cliff a lot more than his rewards dictated. At least at the end of today, she would get a chance to "reward" him quite a bit for taking them here, no matter how much she had hated the walk, and if Cliff was getting rewarded, that meant she could have some fun while doing it. The thought of getting hot and sweaty with boy made Tiff's nether regions tingle slightly.

Tiff's ankles were beginning to complain from the strained position, so she finally pushed herself up, then loped over to the tent where Brit was already inside. As Tiff approached, Brit said to her without turning around, "Be careful Tiffany. It is important that we not move anything too much if possible. We do not need to arouse suspicion of our presence here."

Tiff did not enter the small shelter. It was not very big and with two people, even slim girls like themselves, it would not be very spacious. "Find anythin' Cuz?" asked Tiff.

"Not as of yet dear cousin. No diary. No strange alien devices. No blackmail of *any* kind it seems..." replied Brit, still carefully searching through Misty's belongings. "I found that, but it's hardly damning." she added, pointing a hand to a pink piece of plastic on the tent floor next to her.

Tiff looked had pointed and blinked in surprise. Then her face broke into a rather lewd grin as she stared at the clearly phallus shaped toy. "Heh, guess she's ah real girl aftah all." the punk girl commented.

Brit did not respond, but instead exclaimed from within the tent, "Good Lord, does this girl possess no different types of clothing other than Khaki pants?!"

Tiff peered into the interior for a moment longer, then stepped back feeling disinterested. She strode slowly around the campsite. It really was bare and empty, with absolutely nothing of interest. She circled the camp a few times, which took almost no time at all, then moseyed her way over to where Cliff stood. He was at least partially interesting to look at.

She came up behind him and watched him. He was not particularly strong, but he was quiet, which could be a real admirable quality in a boy. Of course, Cliff did not know it, but Tiff rather enjoyed getting dirty talk during anything sexual she did, even when she was only blowing someone. She never did anything less than a blowjob. Brit and her both agreed that handjobs alone were practically an insult, as most boys could give themselves one.

Tiff realized how bored she was when blinked and found herself staring sidelong at Cliff's crotch. She glanced up at his face. He was pointedly not looking in her direction, and his eyes blinked a little too frequently to be natural. He seemed a little self-conscious, like he was aware she was watching him.

"Oh well," thought Tiff, "It's not like there's anythin' better tah do, and maybe I can get him to talk dirty to me this time...."

She vaguely thought to herself that she really needed to get some hobbies besides boys. "But they can be so fun sometimes." she whispered inside her head. If Brit caught her blowing him so casually, she would probably be irritated, but if Tiff was quick, her cousin would never know.

She sidled closer to Cliff and putting her hand on his shoulder, she was about tell him her favorite dirty words to hear while she blew him, but never got the chance.

"Hey, I think I see her!" came Ben's voice from some ways away.

Both Tiff and Cliff both turned and looked at the sky. In the far distance, they saw a dot on the horizon, which seemed to be rapidly approaching. Misty was back earlier than expected. Tiff was so disappointed at the untimely interruption of her near fun, her curses brought blushes to Cliff's face.

***

"I don't like this Brit," complained Tiff as they tiptoed through the forest side by side. The sun had almost set completely and the forest was rapidly becoming dim underneath the trees.

"Be that as it may, Tiffany dear, it can't be helped." replied Brit rather tersely as they crept back towards Misty's camp. "We acquired nothing today for our troubled excursion, so we might as well take this chance to spy on that purple wallflower while we are afforded the opportunity."

"But what if she sees us cuz?" whispered Tiff, her voice dropping low in apprehension.

"She won't if you keep quiet!" hissed back Brit, the irritation plain in her voice.

Brit did not turn her head towards Tiff as she spoke. She led the way, picking her steps carefully, as they to moved quietly back in the direction of Misty's clearing. Tiff lapsed into silence behind her cousin.

Brit usually gave her a reason for her plans, normally because she liked to feel smart by telling anyone who would listen. Tiff felt decided uneasy that Brit had not offered her any assurances beyond silence against discovery. Still, what could really happen? Misty did not know that Brit and Tiff actually meant her harm, or anything like that. Plus it was not like they were trespassing. The forest belonged to everyone and Misty really could not hurt them for just traveling through it. At least Tiff hoped she could not.

They moved slowly and cautiously through the trees, drawing ever nearer to their destination. Tiff's uneasiness mounted slightly with each step they took. She did not like feeling fear, it made her feel... well, like a coward and that was something Tiff did not like to think she was. But after the last prank Misty had pulled, she was *very* wary of the purple haired alien girl. Tiff idly wished that Brit had allowed the boys to sneak back with them, as she would have felt better for their company. Unfortunately, Brit had felt the more people would be more likely be noticed.

The forest was really getting dim now. The sky was red, purple and orange with the last remnants of the day's light. Suddenly in front of her, Brit dropped to her knees and began to crawl forward. Tiff blinked. Brit truly was serious about this if she was actually willing to get grass stains on her clothes. Tiff shrugged and lowered herself to the ground as well, then began crawling after her cousin. Tiff did not mind being on her hands and knees so much. Doggy style was her favorite positions after all.

As she crept along on all fours, Tiff thought with almost quiet reproach, "God, I can't believe I'm still thinkin' about sex...."

At last Brit finally drew to a halt as she sat up behind some bushes and peered through their foliage. Tiff breathed a silent sigh and hoped they were not getting any closer. She sneaked up to the bush and sat beside her cousin. Through the concealing green leaves, she could see the clearing where Misty's tent was pitched.

Surprisingly, there was no light in the camp. Neither was there fire or any lantern or flashlight. When they had examined the camp earlier, they had not seen any fire pit, so that made some sense. Still, no light at all was a surprise, and unfortunately, a problem. Tiff thought she could almost hear Brit's frustrated breathing next to her. There was very little light in the sky, and the cousins could not perceive any real details beyond some rapidly blurring silhouettes.

Luckily they could still hear, and Misty was plain to be heard. In fact, she was humming. Actually, she was almost singing. The sound was light and happy. Even in the dim light, Tiff cold tell that Misty had something like a bounce in her step. Misty seemed quite pleased at something. She moved quickly around the camp. She appeared to have finished undressing and was now doing something with her clothes. The cousins saw her fiddle with some hanging garments on the clothes line, and then hang up her recently discarded pants and shirt.

As Misty stepped into one of the rays of light that shown down from the sky, which was more from the moon now than the sun, her figure was clear for an instant. Tiff's face made an annoyed expression. She had never noticed it before because of the clothes that Misty wore, but now Tiff saw that Misty had a very adequate chest, at least from this distance. The thought almost made Tiff growl. While there were no girls in Tremorton High that had hips and a backside to compete with her, she was on the lower end of the boob scale. Seeing that Misty, though she was by no means enormous, was more endowed than herself was cause for irritation.

Misty continued to move about the camp for several minutes, doing something here and something there. All the while making happy noises, usually a hum or even an occasional 'La la la'. The cousins could not much see of anything she did, their visibility being hindered by the poor light compounded with their vantage point and the bush leaves behind which they were hiding. The sound of Misty's gaiety quickly became annoying to Tiff, though at least she could be relatively sure the girl's position by it.

At last Misty ducked inside her tent and closed the flap behind as her humming stopped. Observing this, Tiff held her breath and hoped that Brit would be content to leave. Thus far Misty had not come close to their hiding spot and the cousins had remained undiscovered. Suddenly there was a loud 'click' and Tiff's attention was riveted on the tent in the clearing, from which now emanated a weak light. The silhouette of Misty was vaguely visible on the outside of the tent. Misty had probably lit some lantern or other. Tiff sighed mentallyh. Brit would surely watch this for a while, even if Misty's body was now completely blurred by the fabric of the shelter. This was not only boring, it was annoying. Tiff's eyes began to roam around the clearing looking for *anything* more interesting.

The cousins watched for another minute, staring through leaves at the tent. Then something neither of them had expected happened. In the quiet of the forest all around them, they heard Misty shifting and moving inside the tent, then a moan came from within it. Then came another moan, which was more discernible and clearly from Misty. Tiff's gaze bounced back to the tent, and she saw the figure of Misty, in what looked like a sitting position. She was moving just a little. It looked like it was only her arm, but the movement was rapid. Another moan came from the tent and then the words, "Oh Shell..."

Tiff blinked. She was jilling off. Misty was jilling off!

Tiff felt a mixture of disgust, revulsion and rather strangely... embarrassment. She sat silently while the figure in the tent continued to move and the occasional sound could be heard. Sheldon's name, usually in the form of 'Shell' could be heard distinctly every now and then. Misty, it seemed, was a loud girl when it came to sex. The worse part of it was that Tiff thought she heard some sloppy wet noises a few times. Finally Misty's voice rose slightly in pitch during one call in which the name Sheldon was clearly audible, and then everything fell silent and still.

After a moment of quiet, there was more movement, this time the figure in the tent was shifting her whole body. Some more movement, then the light from the tent winked out with another audible 'click', and quiet along with darkness descended onto the campsite. The show was over it seemed.

Tiff sat unmoving in the night darkness. The only sound she made was that of her own breathing, which surprisingly had become a little quickened and heavier. Tiff blinked her eyes in the heavy blackness which was now only lit by a few shafts of moonlight. She felt... warm. Her pussy lips were tingling a little. She felt... aroused? Just from watching an alien girl buffin' the muffin? She shifted her legs just slightly and the sensation of movement sent more tingles along the crests of her mound lips and even shot a few deep into her womb. She was hot at any rate. Tiff was aware that she had a bit of a voyeuristic streak, but this was a little unsettling.

She shook her head and told herself it had to be that she had been feeling horny all day without relief. The idea that she was such a sexual creature brought with it some other issues, but it was better than getting turned on over watching another girl finger herself. Or listen to her in this case. Geeze, and she had not even used any good dirty talk.

Brit waved to her to catch Tiff's attention. When she had it, she pointed over her shoulder and turned to go. Relieved and happy to leave, Tiff followed her cousin as noiselessly as she could.

***

The Crust's limo hummed along the road back towards Tremorton with the Crust cousins and their escorts sitting inside its plush interior. The trip was at last over, or at least Tiff seriously hoped so. She was thoroughly pleased to be out of the woods and back in their air conditioned luxery. The day had seemed long and tired after their forest excursion. She hoped it had been worth it. She eyed Brit sitting quietly next to her. Her cousin had said nothing yet about their last endeavor for useful information against Misty. To Tiff's view, Brit appeared deep in thought, or something very like it.

"Well, now what cuz?" asked Tiff slouching a little in her seat. "We did all that an' got nothin' fo' it."

"On the contrary," corrected Brit next to her, "We did get something out of all that."

"We did?" said Tiff in surprise as she sat up a little.

"Yes indeed. Though perhaps not as much as we might have hoped for, this piece of information is nonetheless quite potent in its potential for usefulness."

"What's that cuz?" asked Tiff, knowing that Brit wanted to her ask.

"Why, it is that our resident alien has fallen for a local boy and that affection, my dear Tiffany, can be manipulated to our advantage." answered Brit as she laced her fingers together. "Though we will need more information and proper timing as well as more precise detailed steps, if all goes according to plan, then perhaps we can finally exact some measure of revenge against that retched social reject."

Brit began to laugh to herself after that last remark. Tiff watched her for a moment and then relaxed back in her seat again. It seemed that Brit finally had something like a plan forming.

"'bout time." thought Tiff to herself. "Geeze she's taken a long time tah come up with somethin'..."

Tiff's eyes wandered about the inside of the limo. She did not particularly feel like watching television or anything. There was a game system, but Brit generally disliked video games. Pity that, Tiff found she enjoyed those too on a occasion. Brit's stuffiness could be a real bother to a tomboyish girl like herself at points.

Her vision crept over Cliff who was sitting opposite her in the limo. Any heat she had felt between her legs had been lost by the long trek back to the car in the dark by flashlight. Still she looked at him. She was certain that Brit and her would give the two boys another reward for their services. She really did not mind, quite the opposite really. The nature of the reward would probably left up to the choice of each girl, but from the way Brit had let slip remarks about Ben's endowment, Tiff thought it likely that her cousin would probably jump into bed with him soon. Brit was that way, she did not screw everyone, but when she screwed around with someone, she really screwed around, whether it was sex or something else.

Tiff continued to stare at Cliff, who had already noticed her gaze. Tiff did not care. She kept looking at him as her thoughts continued to thread themselves along in her mind. Would she reward Cliff by getting into the sack with him? She probably would, she realized. But she also knew that she would not do it like Brit did. The thought of eventually having sex with Cliff did not bother her. She *did* enjoy sex, but she was really beginning to wonder what it was like to have sex with a boy after she had got to really know him first before they got down and dirty.

As she finally moved her gaze off of Cliff and leaned back in the seat to start up at the ceiling above her, an errant thought flitted across her mind, "I wonder why Misty's got the hots fo' Sheldon?"

***

With some apprehension Tiff reached behind herself and unclasped her bra clip. Letting the back straps fall from her fingers, she brought her arms forward again and shrugged her narrow shoulders slightly, allowing the garment to come loose on her front. She lowered one shoulder and let the strap fall off, then the other, until finally in a graceful motion she slid the bra forward on her arms away from herself, revealing her petite bust to the open air. While not being nearly as talented a strip tease as her cousin, Tiff felt she was still doing pretty good, and if the bulge in Cliff's pants was any indication, she was.

She watch Cliff's expression as he stared unabashedly at her while she removed her clothes for him. It was nice to know her body was appreciated. As Tiff swung her gracious hips a little and slowly spun herself around in a rhythmic dance, she spared a brief glance at her nearby cousin who was disrobing similarly. The 'strip tease', Tiff had learned, was an excellent warm up for both girls and boys. She enjoyed stripping almost as much as the boys did. At the few times when she had been with a boy she had fancied a bit more than others, the act had made her tingle with anticipation. Tiff felt herself getting slightly flushed as she imagined Cliff's eyes lustfully drinking in her skin, her curves, her figure.

"This is gonna be fun," thought Tiff as she licked her lips and batted her long eye-lashes at Cliff.

Tiff figured that Brit must have been effected strongly by hearing Misty polish her pearl, because soon after returning home her cousin had whispered plans in her ears for an erotic experience for all of them. Tiff agreed, and soon both girls and boys were gathered in the room the two cousins sharing, all othem preparing for a very naughty activity.

Rather more quickly than one would expect, both girls were nude down to their panties. At that time they dropped to their knees on the plush carpet and began to unbutton their boy's clothing. Instead of zeroing on the young man's hard cocks, which were now standing at full attention, Tiff continued slowly removing the boys clothing, making sure to brush her finger tips on their gradually revealing naked skin with tantalizing feather touches. She felt goose bumps ripple across the skin where her light caresses teased and stimulated the boy.

"'Course they don't need much excitin'," thought Tiff to herself.

As Tiff pulled Cliff's shirt off him, she traced a single finger over his right nipple, bring it to stiff erectness. She leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on it. She knew that boys possessed erogenous zones, one of their most sensitive being their cock and balls. But it was still fun to play with a boy's body and tease him erect through indirect means.

Tiff dropped her gaze to look at his firm member bobbing erect so close to her. She had the subtle urge to start kissing and sucking it, and that feeling made her wonder if it was a bad thing that she enjoyed sucking on the dick of a boy she liked. A lot of slurping and smacking sounds coming from nearby reached Tiff's ears and she turned to see Brit deep throating Ben to the the base of his shaft, and making a bit of noise while she did it.

Well, Tiff could at least be assured she was no more odd than her cousin was when it came to sex.

Tiff spread her knees a little farther apparent on the plush pillow that she was kneeling on and turned her eyes back to face frontwards. Cliff's several inches of manhood were throbbing right in front of her mouth. Tiff grinned and unconsciously licked her lips again. She did like sucking cock, for good or worse. Maybe it was not so weird. Boys did like breasts after all. One day she was going to have to sit and think about whether her private fascination with dick was a good thing or a bad thing. But for the moment...

She opened her mouth, already wet from unconscious release of saliva, and extended her tongue to flick the underside of the bulbous purple head. She it caressed along underneath the rim and flicked at the tiny folds of skin with the tip of her tongue. A dribble of pre-cum oozed from the tip of hard organ and in a smooth motion she licked it clean, then for a second pulled her tongue back into her mouth to taste the semi-salty fluid. The next second she flipped her tongue back out and continued to tease the head with her talented oral muscle. She relished the feel of the rubbery knob of the phallus under the touch of her sensitive tongue. She wanted more.

She wished she had a camera, either photographic or videographic would have done, it did not matter which. She knew she looked fucking hot playing with cock like this. The voyeuristic aspect of her personality manifested itself in a few ways and watching herself give head or fuck was one of them. She did not know why, it was probably not that strange. When she watched stuff, she remembered it and she got really hot again. What the two cousins were going to do would be really hot, and she really wished Brit had thought to record it somehow.

Then Tiff suddenly remembered what she had missed last time she had blown Cliff. Pulling her head back slightly and looking up, she ordered, "Starting talkin' an' make it good."

Tiff dropped her gaze back down to little Cliff. She opened her lips a little wider and leaned forward to place a wet kiss on the crown of the erect cock. She sucked gently at the spongy mushroom head. With each slurping bit of suction she pulled it in further into her mouth and moved her lips farther down the shaft. She took a delightfully long time to slowly and delicately suck his little head into her warm mouth. Once inside she rolled it around inside her maw, letting the firm flesh graze the ridges of her teeth. Teeth, if used properly in a blowjob, could be very effective in providing a counter sensation to wetness. She reached up with her arms and took hold of the throbbing shaft in her hands. Inside her mouth, she pressed the purple knob, now thoroughly slick with her saliva, against the inside of her cheek and rubbed it up and down for a second, bobbing her head a little.

Cliff looked down at Tiff playing with his cockhead in her mouth. At last finding his voice, he said to her, "Ah, you like that don't you? You like sucking on big hard dick you hot little slut."

Finally, there was the dirty talk Tiff liked so much. She responded by bringing his dick head back the middle of her mouth and she began to suck on it with gentle earnest.

"Yeah, suck it. Ah..." Cliff paused to take a deep breath, which caused Tiff to smile a little around his rod. "You're such an amazing little slut. You're just hungry for cock."

Between breaths Cliff continued to describe how much she liked licking dick, and the dirtiness of his words seemed to turn her on. For half a moment Tiff sucked on it like a pacifier and took time to feel the rubber like flesh inside her oral cavity. The sensation was very strange but highly pleasant to her. After that bit of time, she changed the sucking from a gentle pull to a little harder and then gradually still harder. She began to bob her head back and forth a little with each powerful suck and slowly the long pink shaft began disappear into her mouth. She worked her lips around circumference of the throbbing fleshy organ as it worked more and more into her head. She blinked suddenly at she realized she was feeling very warm, especially between her legs. She was *enjoying* this.

Eventually she had worked nearly all of his cock into her mouth, shaft and all, until her nose nearly touched skin of his crotch. He had shaved himself, as per her request, so this time there were no small hairs to tickle her nose. She could feel the heat that emanated from the hot turgid organ all along inside her mouth and somewhat down her throat. She could feel it throb and pulse too. She actually smiled around the big firm shaft in her mouth, and began... to hum.

Cliff's reaction was immediate. He legs wobbled and he put a hand on the wall for balance. He stopped talking for a moment while he got used to the sensation. Tiff grinned again. She liked to make the boys squirm a bit too when she could. Pleasant vibrations pulsed through the throbbing hard dick in her mouth and up along the shaft.

With one hand Tiff reached out and cupped Cliff's ball sack. She began to massage it in her hand and play with it. She rolled the testicles around inside their sack, and occasionally gave a gently tug on both of them, delicately pulling them away from his body. While she was humming, Tiff slowly drew her head back, causing Cliff's rod to slurp out of her mouth, until only the head remained inside her lips. She kept huming and plunged her head back down on his cock, driving it back down her throat. His whole dick was slick with her saliva and she slide it with practiced ease in and out of her mouth. With her tongue and lips she could feel veins pulsing and pump underneath the thin layer of skin on the shaft, with each thrust of her head she could just feel a surge of pressure in them. She continued bobbing her head up and down on his tool, all the while humming merrily away.

Cliff, already highly aroused from everything, could not last long against Tiff's expert blowjob and deep throat. Soon she felt the telltale spasms of intermittent rigidity ripple through his hardon. She maintained the speed of her deep throating, but brought her final trick into play. She began to use her throat to swallow strongly around Cliff's stiff dick. This caused all the warm slick sides of her throat to touch and caress the cock stuffed down inside her.

Half a moment later Cliff's whole body tensed up as the first spurt of cream blew down into her gullet. Tiff kept humming and bobbing her head up and down and swallowing while her tongue licked frenziedly at the underside of his shaft. She felt a sense of exhilaration as his dick exploded again and again into her mouth, the feel of the living vibrant flesh spasming between her lips and inside her maw sending subtle tingles down her spine and between her legs.

Her hands played with his balls, massaging the twin orbs in their loose skin sack and gently coaxing more cum from them into her mouth. Tiff managed to milk four or five tremendous blasts of cum from his throbbing cock, and even a few half spasms as his orgasm subsided. She looked up at Cliff's face as he finished his climax and she smiled as she saw the exquisite expression of agonized bliss plastered across it. If she were lucky, soon she would feel that way too.

Cliff leaned heavily against the wall behind him, and was literally gasping aloud for breath. He had never had an orgasm that good, ever. He could literally feel the surge of chemicals that had pooled in the forefront of his brain from the experience. That is to say, he felt a little thick headed but very satisfied.

Tiff continued to suck on his rapidly deflating cock for another minute, keeping it semi-erect and not allowing it to become flaccid, then she finally drew it out of her mouth with a sweet slurp. She licked her lips and smiled at Cliff. He smiled back rather sheepishly and managed to mutter quietly, "Thanks..."

"Hee hee," laughed Tiff in response as she smiled a little wider and licked her lips again. Keeping the bobbing, swallowing, licking, lip massage and humming all going took some considerable concentration and was the reason Tiff was the more skilled at oral sex. It was nice to be appreciated.

Tiff reached over and picked up a glass of water from the bedside table. She took several large swigs and surreptitiously gargled the liquid in her throat for a second before swallowing. She had no problem with the flavor or texture of semen. In fact, she sometimes wondered if she liked the flavor, due to her willingness to give blowjobs. The reason she drank the water however was to clear her throat. The strings of cum sometimes got stuck half way down and were a little agitating. She sat back on her heels on the floor and took a few sips of water, then looked over at her cousin and Ben. Brit seemed to be nearing the end of giving a blowjob to the boy as well. He seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit as well, though she wondered how her skills would have compared.

It was the practice of the two cousins to always begins sex with a blowjob before hand. Not only did Tiff find giving them very arousing, and she suspected Brit did too, but the initial orgasm was good for taking the edge off of quick shooters and normally ensured some nice hard and long sex with their partners. Tiff stood up, turned around to sit on the nearby bed, and then reached out to pull Cliff down next to her.

She put the glass of water down on the night stand. She continued to watch her cousin giving head as her own hands snaked their way down to her pussy which was by now glistening slightly with moisture. Her nimble fingers found the erect nub of her clit. She began playing with it between her fore finger and thumb, slowly stoking the latent arousal that had arisen from her oral practice.

Soon Brit finished with Ben and sat back to rest as well then took a drink of water herself. After the moment's rest, Brit raised herself and laid back on her own bed. With an inviting expression on her face, she spread her legs apart and purred audibly at Ben. The boy did not need to be told twice and he stepped forward to join her on the bed between her legs.

Tiff grunted as the site. She was not surprised that Brit let Ben fuck her in her pussy. That was her way, she loved getting plowed good. But that was not Tiff's way. She did not give that up *that* particular gift for just any boy, even if she was pretty promiscuous otherwise. She sometimes wondered why she had that little shard of pride when Brit did not.

But that did not mean Tiff did not let boys fuck her. Far from it. It just meant that they fucked her a different way. A naughty smile crept across Tiff's lips as she thought of that. She leaned over towards the night stand again and opened the top drawer, then pulled out a tube of anal lube. She squeezed a line of the gel out onto her free hand and then turned towards Cliff. "You ready fo' mor'?" she asked playfully.

Cliff, of course, nodded. Tiff leaned forward and reached down between Cliff's legs. As she smeared some of the odorless lube over his semi-flacid cock, it bloomed back into full erection under the touch of her fingers. After coating his hardon with sufficient grease, she handed the tube to Cliff. Then with a wide curved smile on her face, she playful bade him, "Lube me up."

With those words, she turned over and got on fours on the bed. She crawled forward a bit until she her shapely rump was at opportune access near him, and then she even shook it at him a little for encouragement. Though a little nervous, Cliff nonetheless obliged by gently applying a quantity of lube to Tiff's puckered hole. She giggled at the first touch of the cold gel on his fingers, spreading the cream around her tightly clenched little orifice.

Little shivers of pleasure crept up her spine when Cliff pressed a single finger into the center of her little rosebud and then smoothly penetraited her, wriggling his digit inside her hot behind. Her ass respond by clamping down in pleasure on the engulfed finger. He moved about inside her, spreading a bit of the lube he had pushed into her. He withdrew the finger, gathered more lube and thrust it in again. He repeated the process a few times, each little invasion and the following little movements inside her back passage shot more tingles up Tiff's back and brought moisture to her pussy lips.

After a moment or two of this preparation, which almost seemed like a perverted form of foreplay to Tiff, they were properly greased for hot anal action. The punk girl pressed her chest into the bed covers while leaving her ass in the air. She grabbed a hold of hand fulls of the bed quilt with her hands and turned her head to the side so she could look over her shoulder at Cliff. She grinned at him, signaling him to go for it. Cliff moved forward and put on hand on her hips and positioned his ready tool with the other, aiming straight for her tight entrance.

Tiff let out a small squeal of pleasure as she felt Cliff press the tip of his hard cock against her asshole and then push passed the resisting ring of muscle, sinking his length in a few inches. With his hands firmly gripping her behind he pressed his hips forward and sunk the rest of his dick into Tiff, whose tight butt gripped him from all side in with hot soft flesh. The penetration was smooth and easy, but Tiff's ass felt magnificent as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Once all the way in, he paused to feel her warm clenching insides wrapped all around him and to get used to sensation of being full embedded within her. She felt so wonderfully tight as she gripped his rigid member.

Tiff's eyes unconsciously rolled into her head as she felt her assflower forced open and crammed full of wonderful hard throbbing cock. When Cliff finished working all the way into her, she sighed as she also savored the feeling of being stuffed full in her backside. She liked to have her pussy played with, eaten out and everything, but she had also really come to love being plowed like this, and it was about to start feeling really good.

After a moment Tiff turned her head frontward again and let it hang down as she spread her legs a bit, still supporting herself upright on all fours. Next she rocked herself forward a little, allowing Cliff's cock to be pulled nearly all the way out of her sphincter, and then rammed her ass back against him, her butt cheeks slapping against his bare stomach and thighs as she drove his cock back into her. "Ungh!" she gasped involuntarily.

"Fuck me Cliff!" she gasped in a horse whisper. "Make love to my ass."

She felt the hands on her behind get a better grip on her asscheeks, and then suddenly Cliff drew himself back, pulling out nearly to his cock head and then drove himself forward again, sinking his length back into her. "Faster." she called to him with her voice still low, and wiggled her rump at him, causing his cock to move and thrust around inside her, "Don't tease me!"

***

Ben moved between Brit's open legs and pressed the head of his hardon against her vertical slit. She was dripping with moisture and quite ready for loving. He put his hands on each side of her waist and gentle pushed his hips forward, slowly penetrating her depths with his manhood. He slipped inside easily and his cock was met with a deliciously firm resisting pressure. He slowly pushed against it as he finished thrusting all the way inside. He paused for just a second to savor the wonderful hot flesh surrounding his engorged member before he began pulling back into his first thrust.

Before Ben could finish the motion however, Brit interrupted him by reaching up a hand and cupping his right cheek in her palm. As his attention suddenly focused on her, she said to him, "Ben, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me long and hard and I want it ROUGH. I want to be screaming when I come. Is that understood?"

Ben nodded dumbly, he could do that. Pulling himself out until only his head remained inside, Ben then plunged himself forward, pushing his length inside all the way to the hilt. He pulled back and then thrust in, and soon he began pumping into her with regular strokes. After only a moment she grunted at him, "Harder."

Ben complied increased strength into each thrust, moving in and out and without any hesitation or care. Seconds later Brit moaned in pleasure as his hard cock really began to drive in and out of her throbbing pussy. Ben actually felt her twat grip him tighter as her pleasure began to rise. She really loved getting drilled hard like this.

Brit's hands unconsciously found their way up to her breasts and she started to fondle them, roughly toying with the nipples and racking her fingernails against her flesh. She pinched, tugged and even twisted the erect little love nubbins on her chest with near reckless abandon. The shocks of pain mixed in with the pleasure, making her twat spasm in little waves of pleasure and sending tiny jolts of sensation shooting up from her belly. She liked it rough.

She suddenly let go of her mammaries and reached out to grab Ben by the shoulders as he continued to pound away at her.

"Play with my tits," commanded Brit, dropping any pretense of eloquent diction during sex. "Hard." she added.

Ben, a little distracted by his current task took a second to respond before he brought his hands up to her chest. Almost immediately Brit commanded, "Bite them, nibble them, *moan* suck them, pinch them, pull them, *pant* twist them... manhandle them!"

He had to shift Brit where she lay on the bed and then adjust his stance, before he found a comfortable way of bending to get his face against her chest while he continued to drive into her. He might not have managed it except that Brit was now pushing back against his thrusts, meeting him with equal force as she fucked him back.

With one hand Ben gripped Brit's body as he rode her hot cunt, while with the other he grabbed her breast and lifted the nipples towards his mouth. Using his teeth he nibbled, and chewed on her breasts, sometimes on the teats, sometimes sucking the whole areola into his mouth. Sometimes he would use his fingers and torture the little love buttons. He roughly pawed and squeezed her breasts, occasionally switching hands so he could give both of the twins equal playtime. The rougher he was, the more Brit growled in pleasure and he practically could swear her cunt clamped down harder on his cock when he toyed with her.

The hard cock riding she was doing and the delightful abuse Ben was giving her tits was bringing Brit to a surprisingly rapid orgasm. Waves of pleasure built up quickly and she could feel her pussy start to grip harder and longer on Ben's cock in anticipation for the climatic crash. Sensing she was close, Brit took a stronger grip on both of Ben's shoulders with both arms and then she gasped out to Ben through her panting, "I'm *pant*... gonna come... *pant* soon..."

Ben heard this and redoubled his efforts, his hips pistoning in and out of Brit's pulsating cunt. He let got of holding onto to Brit, allowing her fingers and nails almost digging in his skin as she held on to him for support keep them attached. With both hands freed for play now, he used them both to torture her breasts. He raked his fingernails over her soft skin, scoring lines of hot pain into. He squeezed the tanned brown orbs almost viciously, pressing painful in on all sides of her tits with his fingers and thumb. He pinched sharply on her engorged little nipples and he tugged hard on them to bounce each breast when he did, sending electric bolt of pain mixed with pleasure pulsing through Brit's chest. She cried out and moaned with each little painful action.

By now Ben was fairly close to release as well. After nearly a minute of Ben's increased tempo and busy hand work, Brit's face contorted into an expression of what can only be described as enjoyable looking pain as her orgasm hit. Her eyebrows pressed down over her eyes, which squinted half closed, with her eyeballs themselves rolling almost back into her head. Her upper lip drew back, exposing the front row of her upper teeth as she bit down her lower one.

Brit gripped Ben's shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into his muscles, as her body went rigid underneath him. Her legs locking in their position, the muscles all tensing and they shook slightly in place. She sucked in her breath passed her partially closed mouth as waves of pleasure began crashing over her brain and her whole body began to shake and spasm slightly through its tension.

Brit's pussy itself became an almost crushing force that rippled and pulsed around Ben's cock as he continued to fuck the copper skinned girl with all his strength. In less than a minute after his partner came, Ben followed as his dick became rock hard for an instant before shooting blast after blast into her tightly throbbing cunt that milked his cock for all it was worth.

Ben was nearly finished coming into her snatch when Brit's body finally finished it delightfully little period of sexual high. Her muscles relaxed and she slumped back onto the bed, lay out flat and weak on the covers. The boy finished his own orgasm, emptying the last of his spunk into her, and then he seconds later, he followed her down onto the bed, almost collapsing on top of her body, and rested his face on her breasts.

Brit laid on the cloth covered surface gasping a little for breath as she savored the warm afterglow of her orgasm. It has been pretty good, causing her to shake and spasm as her body was wracked with contractions from pleasure. But... she had not come screaming, as per her desire. Oh sure, she had come, but not come hard enough. "No," she thought as she felt the heavy weight of Ben on top of her. "I *will* have more... later."

But it had been pretty good after all. She reached up a hand and put it on Ben's sweaty back. She patted him a few times before letting it simply rest on him. She felt Little Ben spasm and gush a bit more fluid into her depths. Still resting, she turned her head towards the other bed where Tiff and Cliff were still fucking away. She watched her cousin fixedly as Cliff drove his hard cock in and out of tight her asshole. Tiff was moaning and panting by now, gripping great handfuls of the bedcovers in the throws on her pleasure. Her head was resting on one cheek on the bed, her eyes half closed and unfocused. Her face lurched slightly with each pounding thrust from her partner into her shapely rear and her mouth was open a bit. Brit thought she might actually be drooling a little, from the look of great enjoyment on her face.

Brit kept watching Tiff as Cliff thrust merrily away at her backdoor.

"Of course she'd fuck him with her ass," thought Brit with the slightest hint of distaste. "There's her little bit of prudishness again. Honestly, you'd think she'd have got over that by now."

Brit did not mind getting drilled up the back, but she really thought pussy fucking gave more pleasure. Although, as she watched the powerful loving that Tiff's behind was receiving and listened to her very loud sounds of sexual pleasure, Brit had to wonder.

***

Tiff was moaning often now. She did not even try to keep quiet, letting her body give voice to the delicious pleasure she was having pounded into her hot fine rear as Cliff fucked her. The thrusting was regular and even, but fast enough to keep her happy. By now, Tiff was panting shallowly from the exertion and the pleasure of their fucking. Her hips were moving on their own accord, thrusting back to meet his drives forward every time he plunged his several inches of hard manhood into her tightly gripping ass. At some point she had abandoned holding herself up and had dropped her chest to the bed, which now was bouncing and squeaking under the heavy sex the two teenagers were putting it through.

After only a moment or two of having her behind ridden by Cliff's tool, her pussy was sopping and dripping juices which ran down her inner thights and legs. She was loving this. To help stimulate herself, Tiff would rolled slightly onto one shoulder and let her fingers work on a breast, gently twisting and playing with her very erect nipples. Though it was a little difficult to do because of their body motions, her other was trying to play with her exposed clitoris. She would finger her wet cunt for a second then run her slick fingers over her engorged clit, frigging herself madly in between the mutual thrusts. Another pleasant thrill that sent little shivers up her spine was when Cliff would play with her cushy ass cheeks, kneading them in his hands and even slightly smacking her rump on occasion.

After several minutes of this, Tiff began to feel warm and tingling, immediately followed by that familiar pressure building in her loins. Another moment and the tension rose, nearing it crest and Tiff knew she was nearly done. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck me Cliff! Fuck my ass!" called Tiff as she pushed back into him with a particularly powerful thrust.

Cliff was nearly ready to shoot himself and had been pacing himself up until this point, but taking the hint, he redoubled his efforts as their mutual climaxes neared. He sped up, doubling and then nearly tripling the rate of his thrusts as he pistoned in and out of Tiff's ass. He could feel her body starting to twitch and spasms as she reached the apex of her sexual bliss. Her ass was contracting and releasing his rod like a vice now, the interval between the grips becoming shorter and shorter.

He could swear her body was heating around his cock as he fucked her for all he was worth. Just as Tiff let out a scream of pleasure as her orgasm hit, Cliff felt his cock become rigid for an instant before letting loose several thick blasts of cum, filling her bowels with his milky essence. He kept plunging his spasming cock as he came, and Tiff kept thrusting back against his rigid dick, even while each was lost in the chemical rush of sensations washing through their sex soddened minds.

At last Cliff collapsed on top of Tiff, his cock still embedded within her and weakly jerking in the quietly ebbing tide of his orgasm. Their bodies were covered in sweat from head to toe, and any movement of any kind was felt double by their now super extra sensitive skin. Cliff's mind was a complete blank except for one thought, it had been fan-fucking-tastic.

Tiff's chest was falling and rising rapidly as she panted and gasped for breath, basking in the after glow of her orgasm. That was what she had really been wanting for a while, perhaps a long while. She had *so* needed that.

She slowly lowered her hips, letting them come to rest on the soft bed. Cliff, his body still on top of her and his cock still stuff into her back passage, followed her down. Tiff clenched her tired but very happy asshole around Cliff's still semi-erect cock, making sure to keep him inside of her as she finally laid down, Cliff's naked body laying on top of her own nude form. When she could at last relax completely against the soft cloth of the bed, she sighed in deep contentment.