Happily Never After

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She paused, letting his throbbing cock pulse gob after gob of cum in her mouth. She swallowed, gulping him down before sucking his cock for a few more article, getting every last drop milked out of him.

She finally released his cock from her lips, and before she sat back up she tucked his cock away, making sure it didn’t leave any marks or stains on his shorts. What a good girl, he thought. As she sat back, a camera click went off, and he thought to himself, hed need to see who that was and get that photo. I bet she looked great.

Just then she fixed her dress, tucking her titty away before putting her head down.

“Come on let’s get that drink” he said as he stood up, and took her by her hand. The small crowd dispersed, a few guys still holding their phones, guilty of having taken some of those photos she no doubt heard. And he nodded to them.

“ ‘Scuse me boys I need to get a drink. Gotta rehydrate after giving up so much fluid” he said with a wink as he towed Imogene up, out of the room, down to the basement, and to the ‘bar’. A folding table with some beer on it, cups, liquor, and a keg sitting in ice in a baby poool. While rap remixes thrummed through the air. A large group of people dancing under black lights and color strobes.

He grabbed two cups and had the boys quickly fill them with some cold beer

“Do you dance” he asked a she leaned close to her ear to be heard over the loud music

 

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Imogene fixed her dress as she stood up with him, the make up hiding how embarrassed and pale she was. She followed him, her hand in his, down to the basement. Her heel clicking on each step though the sound faded as they descended into a nightclub atmosphere where music was thrumming so loudly she could feel it in her feet.

She stayed close to Sam as he led her through the bodies towards the makeshift bar. Imogene looked around as Sam got two cups for them both and she accepted hers from him with a small, appreciative smile. She sipped it, washing the taste of his semen down her throat as he leaned closely so she would hear his question. Could she dance? Yes. Did she dance? No one had ever really asked her to.

"Oh, um, not...not a lot." She shrugged noncommittedly, half-yelling her response in his ear.

Was he expecting to dance with her? She glanced over at the dancefloor where some of the student body were having fun, grinding on each other or twerking, she shuddered. Twerking was definitely not her thing. The most sexy dancing she'd ever done was typically alone in her room to music in front of her mirrored wardrobe. She wasn't sure how that stood up to anyone else but she was her own worst critic.

 

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He smiled at her as she turned her attention to the floor. His eyes slid over her, admiring the way her dress showed off her form. She had an amazing body, quite well hidden under those sweatshirts she’d wear.

And she was obsessed with him. He had just gotten her to give him a blowjob in a room full of people. This year was going to be amazing.

He quickly chugged the rest of the drink.

“Come on. I wanna see what you got. Finish that drink and let me show you how I like to dance” She finished her drink and then he tugged her onto the dance floor.

The slid into the crowd, and he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close to him. His leg sliding in between hers as she put her hands on his shoulders.

He began to move her to the rhythm of the music. His leg sliding high between her thighs, driving the jem
Of the dress up stopping right at the curve of her ass.

He ground his hips into her and he swayed with her. As they moved he watched the way her tits bounced in her top, thinking of how nice they had felt in his hands and how much more fun he planned to have with them.

One hand slid from her hip to her inner thigh. Hidden between their bodies he let his finger slide along her thigh, to slip over to her sex and glide over her hot wet pussy lips, one finger quickly slipping in. Her pussy still sopping wet from the arousal of what she had done upstairs less than 10 minutes ago.

As the music thrummed and their hips gyrated together on the dance floor, his finger pumped in and out of her deliciously wet slit as the two melded with the crowd.

 

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Imogene downed her drink and no sooner had she done that than Sam was pulling her towards the dancefloor. She felt out of place but tried to get into the groove of things, scarcely believing Sam was holding her close. Gyrating with her. Dancing sexily with her. She felt his leg position between hers and gripped his shoulders nervously as she felt the hem of her dress rise with his insistent thigh.

She was glad he stopped short of exposing her ass and sex then and there. But then she felt a tickle on her inner thigh and looked down for a moment before raising her eyes to Sam upon seeing his wrist disappear between her legs. She never got the question out before his finger quickly slid inside of her sopping pussy. Imogene gasped and gripped his shoulders tighter.

The fact that no one seemed to notice he was finger fucking her on the dancefloor in a crowd of people felt so crazy to Imogene...and it turned her on a little more thinking they had this sick little secret between them. She was breathing hotly crushing against him, her soft little moans of pleasure drowned out by the thunderous dance music. His finger was pumping in and out of her leaving her wondering what it'd be like to have his huge cock there instead.

She hoped he'd let her find out someday.
She didn't think he'd find her worthy of that though.

She stared into his face the entire time, letting him see all the emotion he caused cross it. Usually she'd have hidden her face, buried it in his chest but she longed to see the way he looked at her too. It made her blush beneath her make up, it aroused her more that he enjoyed it.

Fuck.

She never expected he would enjoy it, even in her wildest fantasies written in that diary, she never thought he'd enjoy it like she did. Not at her level.

 

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He let his finger work to the rhythm of the music as his thigh slid between hers. She was ungodly wet, her pussy felt incredible as he slid a second finger in with the first, finger fucking her with a grin on his face, her head was tilted up towards his and he smiled as her face told him exactly what she thought of what he was doing.

She was puddy in his hands, almost literally, and he grinned as his eyes slid from hers to her full breasts jiggling to the music. Unable to resist himself, he was a very visual guy, he brought his other hand up to her breast, squeezing the full melon, covered by the thin material of her dress. The low plunging neckline exposed a delightful amount of her cleavage, but he wanted more

His fingers curled, to slide between hers skin and the dress. He slowly pulled it to the side, eyes locked on her jiggling tits, and smiling as her bare tit finally bounced free. Her nipple was a small stiff nub bouncing and swaying atop her full tit.

He drank in the sight for a hungry moment, before tugging the dress back. He knew people had seen, he didn’t care. He had wanted to see.

His hand then slide around to her back, and he gripped her full round ass, squeezing her rump in his big strong hand.

His hand had thrust in and out of her as the music thrummed. As he gripped her ass, he finally slid his fingers free from her. He lifted his pussy juice coated hand, and slipped his two fingers into her mouth. As he did that, he pulled her ass closer to him and he could feel her wet pussy against his thigh.

His hand squeezed her rump hungrily, apparently she had been hiding a nice ass too, he thought to himself.

He pulled his hand back from her mouth and smiled at her as they danced.

Moments later he had to pause when one of his buddies tapped him on his chill set. Then told him his connection was there. It was time for the night to get interesting. At the very least he could make some money.

He turned with his friend, giving her the nod of his head to follow, as they left the dance floor, Sam talking to his friend.

They went to the bar, eyes scanning the door as they got more drinks.


Sam nodded his head up as a small group came down the stairs

 

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Imogene's lips split into an 'O' and a sharp gasp escaped her as he added a second finger. Imogene wondered if he intended to make her orgasm on the damn dancefloor but moments later she felt his other hand tugging insistently on her dress until her breast spilled right out of it. Right there. Amidst the grinding bodies and the dark lighting.

Imogene didn't even cover herself.

Sam was looking at her like she was a meal and fuck, she drank that in. He recovered her a minute later and most of the surrounding people had gotten an eyeful. His hand slipped around her back and grabbed her ass firmly, her right hand slid from his shoulder to lie flat against his chest. He had been finger fucking her the entire time and god she knew if he wanted to, he'd have her cum all over his hand right there.

But he withdrew his fingers which left her to swallow a little needy whimper. He brought those fingers to her mouth and she opened wide without a second thought to taste herself on his hand. He pulled her closer at the same time and she was flush against his chest with hooded eyes.

This just couldn't be real.

But it was over in moments too. Sam's friend tapped his shoulder and said something Imogene couldn't hear but his body language changed so obviously it was important. She followed him from the dancefloor, tugging her dress down somewhat as she went to the bar with him. Sam indicated a small group of people entering the basement on the stairs, her eyes travelled there - she didn't recognise these particular people but that didn't mean much considering how very dead her social life was.

Well, until recently anyway.

 

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His friends came over and grabbed a drink. There were three of them, he knew two, his connection Brock and his buddy Brad. They were always together, but he hadn’t met the third guy, and soon after introductions learned it was his younger brother Ben. He hadn’t met just turned 18 and was touring schools.

Brock, leaned his head close to Sam and quietly let him know his brother was not to know about the ‘X’ he was trying to sell. So as they got drinks and headed over to a corner of the basement. As they walked over there Sam pulled Imogene close.

“Hey. Ben isn’t supposed to know about the drugs I’m gonna buy hear. I need to make some money tonight” he told her as his hand slipped around her waste and pulled her close.

“So I’m gonna need you to distract him. When we get over there I’ll let it slip it’s his birthday. You get all bubbly and insist to dance with him. Then take him to the dance floor and make sure he has a good time so you stay out there long enough til I come get you.” He didn’t ask, he told her how this was going to go.

The group made their way to a dingy little sitting area in a corner of the basement. After a few moments of small talk

“Hey Ben I hear it’s your birthday. Just turned 18 right?” Sam asked aloud

 

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Imogene felt a little like a third wheel, merely smiling at everyone uncertainly as Sam wheeled them around the basement, weaving through the crowd with ease. As they finally made their way towards the corner of the room, Sam pulled her close to give her the lowdown. Of course it was party drugs, she inhaled softly as he explained Ben wasn't to know. Her eyes found the young man quickly as Sam started giving her instructions.

She was disappointed he was sending her off to keep this guy occupied when she'd have preferred to finish what they started on the dancefloor. He'd worked her up so much, it was so damn hard to be sidelined! Still she nodded, she acquiesced, she had to. Not just because he had her diary as leverage but because she needed to make Sam happy, needed him to keep giving her attention. God, she craved it like some ravenous harpy.

They made it to the corner and Imogene sat on the arm of the chair Sam settled in. She was rather disinterested in the chit chat, she was reminding herself over and over she had to wait for Sam's cue. Besides, she didn't know any of these people.

And there it was, Sam spoke and Ben was nodding eagerly as if he was glad to be noticed by his older brother's friends.

Imogene pasted a pretty sudden, bright smile on her lips, "Is it really?! Oh my gosh, how exciting! Come on, we should dance! You simply have to celebrate sometime."

It didn't take much convincing, all done up in make up and a short little black dress - Imogene looked like one of the popular girls. The co-ed wet dream. Ben was all too eager to take her up on her offer, if only to have the chance to grind against her and perhaps even brush against her magnificent rack. He put his drink down and Imogene took him by the hand, leading him to the dance floor with one last glance backwards at Sam, hoping he was pleased.

 

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Sam smiled as he watched her pickup her line.

She did it well too, quite the actor as she deftly drew him out of the circle and dragged Ben to the dance floor. He saw her glance back at him, and he gave her a nod, before turning back to his connections.

“Don’t worry your little brother is in good hands. Imogene will make sure he has a good time” he said as he nodded down to the baggies on the table that had been set out after Ben had been hauled off. The two beginning tonnage over prices of the bags of Molly and LSD.


Ben watched her ass sway in the snug black dress as she dragged him onto the dance floor, and he couldn’t help but find himself excited.

Their bodies slid into the throng and soon he found himself dancing behind her, her ass giggling right in front of him as they moved. The beat driving the two together as he put his hands on her hips, and felt her ass begin to bump and slide over his waist and groin. As he felt her push into him, she leaned back, wrapping her arm around his neck as he looked down at her. The angle made it so that he had a great view of her full tits in the tight black dress. Each mound covered with a triangle of black material, a deep line of full cleavage quivered and swayed as she moved where her breasts collided and jiggled

He felt his cock begin to swell as he moved with her.

This girl was outta this world. His hands slid from her hips, around to her waist.

Her hips continued to slide against him, his cock soon sliding between her ass cheeks, as his hands slid higher, testing her boundaries.

One hand slid over one full breast, squeezing it. Suddenly she turned in his hands to face him. The quick movement, made his fingers catch the triangle of material. And as she turned, her tit popped free.

“I’m sor….” He half started to say, but as he oullled his eye from the gorgeous breast, he saw the smile on her face, as she tucked her titty back in her top, giving him a smile.

She slid closer to him, he could feel her breasts pressing on his chest as his legs slid between hers, her thigh finding his trapped erection.

Emboldened he let his hand slide up to her breast, and he gave her massive melon a squeeze

“Oh shit” he half hissed as he felt the soft full dozen of her chest. His other hand slipped around to her ass, squeezing it firmly as he pullled her close, taking liberties with her body as she let him.



Sam smiled after the haggling. He’d be able to get it all fronted if Imogene would take Ben’s virginity. He hadn’t asked, but he’d spoken as if it was a sure thing. He took the four bags and slide them into his pocket. He’d let them have a little more fun dancing first, he thought as he watched her turn to face Ben, getting good and close. She was quite the treasure trove, this was going to be a year to remember.

 

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It was her fault, she'd turned around too quickly while he had hold of the strap of her dress and *POP*, her damn breast fell out. It was difficult to constantly remember she wasn't wearing any underwear, it wasn't exactly her usual attire (or scene for that matter). She was determined to ensure he had a good time and remained distracted so she just smiled and casually recovered her boob.

He got bolder after that and Imogene slid her thigh up to his erection, teasing him with it. It was something she hadn't really done before but she tried to act as if she did it all the time. She let him grope her wherever he wanted while she took every opportunity he was distracted to scan for Sam. She couldn't help it. He'd left her so frustrated and she felt a little like a fish out of water when he wasn't around.

She caressed Ben's bicep smoothly, giving him a brilliant smile and centering him whenever he looked at her face as she smoothly undulated her hips on the dancefloor and shook her hair out. She wanted it to appear as sexy as she hoped it did.

Sam suddenly slunk out of the crowd and was walking towards them so Imogene made sure she was grinding on Ben by the time he got close enough to see. She wasn't sure if she hoped he'd be pleased or perhaps a little jealous. Either way, she was determined to make him want her just a little bit.

'Pathetic,' Imogene had to wonder why her inner voice always sounded just like Sandra whenever it was giving her shit...

 

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Sam smiled as he walked up the dance floor. He could see Imogene dancing close with Ben, and Ben…..well he was having fun, if his hands and eyes were any indication. This is was going to be easy.

His eyes shifted to her, and he felt his body throb a little at her appearance. Dancing had her body jiggling and bouncing in ways that showed off her frame. Her dress was pushed up her thighs again, catching her ass cheek barely, with a little hint of curve sticking out.

He stepped up to Ben and tapped him on the shoulder. As he didn’t he glanced over at Imogene to catch her eye. He nodded his head towards the stairs.

“We are going upstairs” he half yelled over the music, then turned without saying a word led the way.

Ben and Imogene followed, after going upstairs Sam turned to a free bedroom that was empty.

Ben and Imogene followed him in.

“Take a seat Ben. “ he gestured to the bed, then stepped up beside Imogene.

Standing beside her he turned to her, while she still faced Ben who sat on the bed.

“Do you like Imogene Ben?” He asked as he lifted his hand to brush her hair over her shoulder. He let his hand then slide down her neck, and over her collarbone. His fingers catching the strap of her dress, slowly pulling it off her shoulder and down her arm.

“She is quite beautiful” he said as he pulled the strap lower, the trainable of fabric rolling down the curve of her breast, until he revealed her nipple, then the fabric flopped down

“Don’t you think?” He asked, looking at Ben as his fingers let go of her dress and then caught her nipple pulling at it to make the flesh of her breast jiggle for Ben.

Then he put his hand on her waist and turned her, so she was facing away from Ben. He let his hand slide down her back, over the round swell of her ass, the he caught the hem of her dress, and pulled it up. Exposing her round ass to Ben, and the. Lack of panties. He lofted a had and slapped her ass, both watching the way her rump jiggled ever so enticingly.

“She is built very well and she is quite skilled too” he said as he turned her back around, her left tit was still covered, her right breast exposed the full round D cup melon was capped with a stiffening nipple. the tight dress was now bunched about her waist, her shaven pussy plain for Ben to see. Sam smiled as he watched Ben stare at her. Then he let his hand slip between her thighs, smiling at the heat of her pussy as he began to tease her clit and her lips



Ben was practically in shock as Sam, began to unwrap his present. His cock stiffening in his pants as he drank in his present, watching how Sam seemed to own her. He licked his lips as Sam turned to show him the ass he had been groping on the dance floor. He swallowed hard as she was turned back around and he watched Sam continue to toy with her. Then he watched as Sam whispered in her ear.




“So don’t be shy Ben. Happy birthday” then he looked at Imogene, he leaned close to her ear, whispering to her, just as his finger slid into her

“Crawl over there and show our birthday boy a goood time. “ then he stepped out of the room

 

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Imogene followed Sam alongside Ben, she didn't really know what to expect but the bedroom wasn't it...at least not with the three of them. Imogene waited uncertainly as Ben sat down on the bed while Sam came to her side and asked Ben if he liked her. Ben seemed a little confused but Imogene only had eyes for Sam.

His hand trailing over her skin made her pussy fire up in a blaze and she shivered a little though she wasn't cold. He told Ben she was beautiful and butterflies erupted inside her tummy. Her breath hitched as he rolled the strap of her dress down and exposed her breast. Ben was nodding vigorously but Imogene didn't hear the question, she could only hear the pounding in her ears as Sam pulled her nipples and her lips parted in a soft cry of surprised ecstasy.

She turned as Sam pulled her, her hands allowed to crawl over his pectorals as he had to be flush with her to pull up her dress. She didn't even care that he exposed her ass for Ben. She jolted against him and exhaled sharply as he spanked her. She didn't utter a single protest as he turned her around again because his hand slipped between her legs. Her pussy was like a hungry fire trying to lick his hand, she jutted her hips and spread her feet further apart for him. She let him give Ben a good show, if he'd just keep touching her. She hadn't cum all night though Sam had teased her like crazy.

Sam dipped his head to whisper to her and she whimpered softly because it meant he was gifting her to Ben and not taking her for himself. And the little voice in the back of her head told her it was because she wasn't good enough. His finger briefly dipped inside of her sex, making her moan, but then he withdrew and told her to crawl to Ben before exiting completely.

Imogene was left flushed and aroused but she was able to refocus on Ben, eying the tent in his pants. She got down on her hands and knees in her disheveled dress and started crawling to the bed where Ben sat.

She knelt up at his feet and looked up at him, "How do you want me, birthday boy?" She smiled suggestively and licked her lips.

 

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Ben watched her crawl towards him, his cock growing rock hard as he watched her one full breast sway.

His hands went to his pants, the button popping free, then the soft sound of his zipper.

His 6 inch cock sprung free. He stood up in front of her, his cock was inches from her face, and without a word. His hand went to her head, and he pulled her down on his cock. Smiling as she swallowed his meat.



“Oh shit” he groaned at the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock. His hips began to shift as he began to fuck her face.

“Oh shit” he growled, each thrust going deeper and deeper until her face met his waste.

“Oh fuck” he said, stopping, the sensation too much and he didn’t want to cum.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet. One hand going to her exposed tit and lifting it to his face. The other went to her shoulder, slipping the strap off her other shoulder.

He groped at her as he sucked on her pretty titty.

His other hand slipped between her thigh, her dress now bunched up at her waste. He turned with her and pushed her to the bed

He watched as her titties bounced, and stepped between her thighs. Stepping up to her almost immediately as he pressed the head of his cock to her sex.

The heat and sensation of her pussy on the head of his cock was unreal, and her juicy count seemed to swallow his cock, as he slowly sank into her.

“Oh fuuucckkk” he growled as he began to thrust into her. After only a few moments he felt his whole body begin to tremble.

“Shiiiiittt” he half growled and hisssed as he pulled his cock out, exploding alll over her stomach and pussy, thick gouts shooting far up to her chest and neck as he came and came, her black dress bundled at her waist was not spared from his orgasm