All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 651 - Chapter 660

Since I had known her, I had never once gotten a good idea of what they looked like, even this year, when they had clearly grown a bit more. Bridget always wore sturdy, full-coverage sports bras when running, like any intelligent girl. But when she wasn't running, her favorite item of clothing was a hoodie. And when that was not on the table, she wore loose, flowy stuff, and I don't think I had ever once seen her sporting a low neckline. I had no clear idea of how her boobs looked.But I damned sure always knew that they were there. And that all the sparsely available evidence was that they were considerable.And all I needed was a brief, fairly minimal, though committed effort, and I would finally get to see them. She was already totally pissed off at me, she couldn't get any more mad.Right?Right?I waited until she reached the end of that long, straight, flat stretch of road and disappeared around a curve. I picked up my pace as soon as she could not see me, and right when I knew

She fortunately took the reassurance from my eyes that I had not trusted my clumsy, treacherous mouth to provide. "But I swear, the moment I sent that text, guessing that you had actually been with a girl, the thought popped into my head, 'Huh. Al is a person who could get laid. That might be good to know.' But even then I still did nothing.""And then, when the three of use were walking back after that first practice, when we, um, worked out what might be behind your success? Yeah, I'm telling you right now, I realized that I suddenly wanted very much to have you, even before that conversation broke up." Okay, that surprised me. I'd have liked to have known that."But we all traded glances while you were looking confused about fucking dick size for God's sake," she grumbled, "and I thought we three girls were all on the same page. Fooling around with you would be a party foul. We were a group of friends. It would get weird. And you needed to go on with girls who were not so... close

"It is the recording studio in the library basement," I said. "I have the combination. It is lockable, out of the way, and unless it has been scheduled, by musicians, early on a Sunday morning, it will be free for a good long while. No one goes in without an appointment, except for deliveries on weekday mornings. And best of all, it's soundproofed!" I finished brightly."Soundproofed?" Bridget said, askance."Yeah, of course. It is in the library, I mean.""That is the best thing about it?""Sure. Come on. Girls are loud during sex. We really don't want to get caught."I've gotten pretty experienced by now. Why was I still getting these looks all the time?We found ourselves trying to stroll but at an almost ridiculous-looking pace. We giggled about it and tried to slow down."Hey! What was your time after all that?" Bridget asked, trying to make conversation to fill the eternity until we could be safely in private.I looked idly down at my watch for the time I'd recorded. "Holy shit!

I was just so relaxed and happy, I forgot to even think about the ways to prolong things. Almost out of nowhere, my relaxed happiness flipped over to urgency."Told you I'd be quick," I grunted. "I'm.. going to..."Bridget just languidly lifted her head free of my cock and raised and lowered her hands languidly on my shaft. I just gasped on a long, slow, wordless moan as I watched my jizz fucking fountain out. The first little spurt slapped into her smooth cheek, and she let out a little, gasp of delight.The second, main effort shot out hard, hitting her partially open lips square on. A lot of it had to have shot directly into her mouth, but the rest spread out all over the bottom half of her face and chin. Bridget pulled back a bit at the shock of the flow, and my follow-on jets ended up leaving streamers down her throat and upper chest, quickly drizzling down her upper breasts. Now that was fucking hot to look at.Bridget seemed to be swallowing what had gone right into her mouth.

Beth picked up her knife and cut into her own omelet. Then she looked up at Bridget, meeting her eyes and replied quietly, "Nothing much. We are just glad to see you..." she stiffened suddenly. Then she grinned."Well, Carla," she went on with sudden glee, "I guess that is one way to solve this situation.""What?" said Carla, confused, but glad a firefight wasn't breaking out."I'm pretty sure Bridget just short-circuited the issue and fucked Alistaire herself, along with other assorted activities," Beth said, hardly able to contain herself.Carla gasped, then stopped. She sniffed at what her gasp had told her. Then she leaned forward and took a deep, ostentatious, whiff. "Daaamn! She fucked him just now!"Bridget could not help but giggle. I just sat there, looking smug. I felt smug. I felt I deserved to feel smug. Smugness quite possibly defined me at that moment. Besides, I knew my participation in the conversation was not currently needed. I resumed eating, in hopes my other servi