Fun with Nerdy Girls 66 (Patreon)

As Irene stood behind Ida, the rest of the group looked at us as well, looking at me. I might have blushed … but I didn’t, instead catching Irene’s gaze. 

“It’s hardly her fault, sweetie. I remember your horrible attempts to hide the fact that I had slipped inside while we were together. I’m sure the photographs look amazing.”  

Naomi laughed. “Photographs, really?” she looked at the blushing Irene. “It’s always the ones that you least expect.” 

“Ain’t that the truth,” I said, though even as I said that, I continued to pump into Ida’s tightness. Though, I wasn’t just agreeing with Naomi about Irene. It was true for all of them, each surprising me in their own way. 

Their nerdy facade hid truly horny surprises — as shown by the fact that, even as Naomi tried to tease Irene about being slutty, she was twisting Sarah’s nipple for punishment.

“S-shut up, it was an accident,” Irene said as I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a kiss, silencing her — even as Ida’s hips did her best to make me die of pleasure. 

“Really, an accident?” Naomi asked, and I decided to let Irene answer. I stopped kissing her, but I didn’t let her go. I just let my lips drift down to her amazing tits, teasing her nipples. 

“Yes, an accident. We were doing a photoshoot … and my costume had a little malfunction.” 

“Which costume?” Naomi asked. Irene didn’t answer, which made Naomi smirk. “Don’t tell me you wore the gladiator costume!” she gasped. “No wonder you ended up putting out on the first date… That costume might as well not exist.” 

“I … shut up,” Irene gasped, though the moan that followed might as well be my bite. 

“You’re one to talk,” Sarah countered. “With the way you were throwing yourself at him…” Sarah cut in. 

“But that was not enough to stop you from interfering, you controlling bitch,”  Naomi said to Sarah as she twisted her nipples, silencing her. Carrie still teased her from the other side, her smile the brightest I had ever seen her. 

Amazing show… But I turned my attention to Irene. “You  know that what happened wasn’t an accident, right?” I asked with a chuckle. “This little cutie was aware of what was going on all along, even teasing my balls when she was behind us.” 

“T-that’s true,” Irene said, trying to sound angry, only to moan when I spanked her ass. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what was going on. In that costume, you might as well just arrived naked … no, even that wouldn’t have worked as beautifully,” I answered, and she blushed. 

“Maybe, but still, it doesn’t make it—“ she tried to say, but I interrupted her again. This time, pushing her lips toward Ida, forcing a kiss. 

“Just make peace,” I said, chuckling even as I slipped my fingers into her core … my shaft still in Ida, banging mercilessly. It was a fascinating dance. 

Under attack from both sides, it didn’t take long for Ida to climax explosively. Under different circumstances, I might have held her hips and kept her in place, but today, I was feeling merciful. 

I looked at the four naked horny girls still waiting their turn … yes, I was feeling merciful, and nothing else. 

As Ida took a step back … and promptly collapsed on the carpet, I grabbed Irene’s hips and pulled her down, the sudden change of pace enough to earn a moan from her. And, unlike Ida, she was facing the others… 

“Damn, girl, you’re taking it like a true champion,” Carrie moaned as she watched the view with passion, her fingers still torturing Sarah. And, she was. Already wet from the extended foreplay, it slid easily. 

 And, I used that to my advantage, invading her mercilessly, each push exploding in the room even as my hands landed on her tits. “Let’s keep those babies in place,” I whispered. 

“No, let them dance,” Carrie commented, who was watching the show with great enthusiasm. I would have been shocked at the intensity of arousal in her tone, but considering she had already pulled Sarah’s head down, getting a tongue treatment, that was not a big mystery. 

Not that Sarah was complaining, especially since Naomi was behind her, with her fingers invading her core again and again, in a twisted version of a double-team. 

“As you wish, my Queen,” I answered mockingly as I stopped teasing Irene’s nipples. She did not complain, far too captured by the swirling circles I was drawing as I moved down her body, caressing her stomach. 

The teasing sensation was driving her wild with lust, reflected in her desperate cries. The pure, sexual moment was clearly too much for her as well, even more than our rather twisted first time… 

Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears. She writhed uncontrollably in my lap, her core squeezing to extract my seed, her moans incoherent as she chanted for me to continue going. 

Not a hard order to fulfill. 

All the while, her hips tried to dip even lower, threatening to break my legs… Though, when she grabbed my leg, I expected it to be for balance, and didn’t expect fingernails to claw my skin. 

“Damn, girl, you can’t be trusted,” I said as I hooked my arms under her legs and stood up, easily lifting her, still inside her. 

“C-careful,” she gasped. 

“Don’t worry, honey. You can trust your barbarian king,” I said as I increased my pace even more, walking closer to the others … though, as I did so, I made a mistake that a quarterback shouldn’t do under any circumstances, and lost track of one of my opponents. 

Ida.  

I realized that when the flash went off, capturing a candid view of the hardcore show we had been doing. “Try to keep your mouth closed, Irene.  You look like a whore…” 

“I don’t think … she has a choice in that matter,” Naomi commented while Irene covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the sudden reversal, once again under Ida’s camera. 

“At least she could make sure she doesn’t look like a cheap whore,” Ida answered with a sharp smirk, her alter ego once again in play. 

I felt a lightning bolt of pure pleasure shoot through me as Irene tightened around me at her words. “I’m not cheap,” she gasped, but the way her hips quickened after the insult showed she was having mixed feelings over it. 

An amazing show indeed… 

Ida took another photo once Irene looked at her, giving her a better pose. My shaft was throbbing hard, close to the explosion, while Irene’s moans doing an excellent impression of a porn star while her tits jumped with every push. 

A masterful performance.

Too bad it didn’t take long. Soon, Irene tightened even more, while her weight suddenly lost its tautness, giving all the signs of a spectacular climax. 

And there, I made my first miscalculation. I expected to last longer … but the show was taking its toll on me, and her climax was simply too tight. 

I filled her. 

She shivered as I did so, trembling helplessly. I could have pulled out hurriedly, but luckily, Ida was to the rescue. “Don’t worry, she’s on the pill,” she said, removing the worry of filling her to the brim… 

I kept her in place even as my seed dripped down, Ida dancing around us like a bee as she took many pictures. Considering she was naked during the show — not to mention all the other aspects of the show I was enjoying, I returned to life rather easily. 

I could have discarded Irene to rest, but I decided to have some more fun. I closed the distance between me and Carrie, and placed Irene on her shoulders, her pussy pressing against Carrie’s lips… 

“Just as you like it, fresh,” I said with a chuckle as Carrie started working on Irene, and I turned my attention to Naomi, who was already on her feet, ready to steal her turn…