Ben and Lily explore their relationship in a more intense and daring way, pushing boundaries that previously existed only in their fantasies. How far are they willing to go?
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the schoolyard, casting a golden tint on the concrete benches and the rough-hewn grass where the students gathered after school. Ben, his tight navy shorts emphasizing the outline of his thighs and the bulge between his legs, leaned back against the trunk of an oak tree, watching his girlfriend with a lazy smile. Lily, sitting cross-legged on the ground, moved her pencil over her notebook with a concentration that wrinkled her freckled nose slightly. Her red hair, tied back in a messy ponytail, fell in unruly strands over her pale shoulders, framing the generous neckline of her sports bra, which struggled to contain the weight of her round, firm breasts.
"I don't understand this formula," Lily muttered, chewing on the end of her pencil in frustration. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?"
Ben chuckled softly, pushing off the tree to approach her with slow steps, as if he enjoyed simply seeing her like this, vulnerable and adorable. He knelt behind her, his hands finding their way to her hips before sliding down to her waist, where his fingers dug possessively into the soft flesh of her stomach.
"Don't stress, baby," he whispered, bringing his lips close to the curve of her ear. "Just worry about being pretty. I'll take care of the rest."
Lily giggled nervously as she felt Ben's hot breath against her skin, followed by a shiver as his lips landed on the hollow of her neck. His hands didn't stay still; they moved up to cup her breasts through the fabric, squeezing firmly as his thumbs brushed over her already hard nipples.
"Ben," she protested, though her voice sounded more like a whimper than a complaint. "There are people here..."
"Let her see," he replied, still massaging her. "Everyone knows you're mine."
His fingers looped in the waistband of Lily's leggings, pulling them down just enough to expose the top of her round, pale bottom. Ben couldn't resist. Leaning down, he buried his face between her buttocks, his tongue tracing a slow, wet path from the small of her spine to the cleft between her cheeks. Lily gasped, her fingers gripping the notebook tightly, the pages crumpling beneath her grasp.
"Ben, for God's sake!" she hissed, but her body arched back, seeking more contact.
He growled against her skin, his lips sucking hungrily before he broke away to admire the sight: his girlfriend, flushed and trembling, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top with every ragged breath she took. In one swift movement, Ben took her arms and sat her across his thighs, dragging her until her back was pressed against his chest. One of his arms circled her waist, holding her in place, while the other moved up to pinch a nipple through the material.
"Look," he said, taking out his cell phone with his free hand. "Let's watch some anime. You'll like it."
Lily, still recovering from his tongue attack, nodded against his shoulder, her glazed eyes fixed on the screen as Ben selected an episode at random. But even the brightness of the animated colors couldn't compete with the feel of Ben's fingers drawing circles on her stomach, dipping dangerously toward the elastic of her leggings. She tried to concentrate on the plot, but every time he moved his hips, his erection, hard as steel beneath the fabric of his shorts, rubbed against her ass.
"I can't… concentrate," Lily confessed, her voice shaking.
"Of course not," Ben laughed, his hand finally slipping inside her leggings, finding the damp heat between her legs. "Because you're wet like a bitch in heat, baby."
His fingers moved mercilessly, rubbing her swollen clit as she tried to stifle her moans by biting her lower lip. The phone screen was completely forgotten as Ben pushed the fabric of her top aside with his teeth, freeing one of her breasts to let the cool evening air brush against his sensitive skin. His mouth covered it instantly, sucking hard, his tongue teasing the nipple until Lily arched her back with a high-pitched moan.
"Please…" she begged, her nails digging into his thigh. "I need more."
Ben didn't need to be asked twice. In one swift motion, he stood up, pulling her with him and sitting her down on the nearest concrete bench. His shorts could no longer hide the obscene bulge of his cock, which throbbed against the fabric, leaving a dark stain of precum. Without taking his eyes off Lily, he pulled his clothes down just enough to free his member, thick and red, the veins prominent along the shaft. Lily looked up at him, her eyes wide, her mouth ajar in a mixture of nervousness and desire.
"Take those off," Ben ordered, indicating her leggings with a nod of his chin. "I want to see you."
She obeyed, lifting her hips so he could drag the fabric down, exposing her glistening pink pussy, its lips swollen with arousal. Ben wasted no time. He took a condom from his pocket, unrolled it over his cock with practiced movements, and then, taking Lily by the hips, pulled her towards the edge of the bench. She gasped as the tip of his member brushed against her entrance, but before she could prepare herself, Ben pushed down, sinking into her in one brutal movement.
"Ah! God!" Lily cried, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as her body adjusted to the invasion.
Ben gave her no respite. He began to move inside her with deep, measured thrusts, his pelvis slamming against her buttocks in a rhythm that made the bench creak beneath them. Each time he sank to the bottom, the hair in his groin brushed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure that made her shiver.
"You're so fucking tight," Ben groaned, his hands squeezing her breasts as he entered her. "And all mine, right?"
"Y-yes…" she moaned, her head falling back as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. "Only yours…"
It was then that they heard laughter nearby. Ben looked up and saw his friend, Mateo, approaching with a mischievous smile, his eyes fixed on the spectacle. Lily, noticing, instinctively tried to cover herself, but Ben stopped her, whispering in her ear:
—Leave it. Trust me.
Mateo stopped a few steps away, his eyes raking over Lily's body with abandon: her breasts swaying with Ben's every movement, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over again, the muffled moans escaping her parted lips.
"I didn't know the party had already started," Mateo said, his voice husky as he rubbed his crotch, where his own erection was beginning to take shape beneath his jeans.
"Join me," Ben offered, continuing to fuck Lily. "She's a very good girl."
Lily looked at Ben uncertainly, but the way he caressed her cheek, his fingers stained with the sweat from her skin, made her nod slowly. Mateo didn't need any further invitation. He approached, unbuckling his belt with clumsy movements, freeing his cock, long and thin, the purple head already dripping with precum. He positioned himself in front of Lily, bringing his member closer to her face.
"Suck me, redhead," he ordered her bluntly.
Lily hesitated, but when Ben gave her a gentle spank on the bottom, she obeyed. She reached out with her tongue, licking the tip of Mateo's cock tentatively at first, savoring the salty taste of his arousal. He grunted, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his member against her lips before sliding into her hot mouth. Lily moaned around the flesh, the sensation of two cocks occupying her at the same time—one in her pussy, one down her throat—making her head spin.
"That's it, bitch," Mateo panted, grabbing a handful of her hair to guide his movements. "Suck that cock good."
Ben wasn't far behind. His thrusts became more erratic, his fingers digging into Lily's hips as he used her for his pleasure, his balls tightening with the approach of orgasm. But he wasn't the one on the brink. Mateo, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing ragged, growled a warning:
—I'm gonna cum, bitch…
Lily didn't have time to react. With one last thrust, Mateo sank to the back of her throat, his cock throbbing as he shot thick jets of cum directly into her mouth. She coughed, some of the liquid escaping from the corners of her lips, but Ben held her in place, forcing her to swallow every drop.
"Good girl," Mateo murmured, pulling back with a satisfied sigh, his still semi-hard cock glistening with saliva and remnants of his cum.
Ben, however, wasn't finished. With an animalistic growl, he flipped her onto the bench, pushing her legs up to fully expose her pussy. The condom glistened with her juices as he penetrated her again, this time with a ferocity that made her scream. His thrusts were short and deep, his pelvis slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound.
"Ben, please!" Lily begged, her nails scraping the concrete. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Yes you can!" he roared, feeling his orgasm approaching like a runaway train. "And you're going to take it all, my love. Enjoy it."
With one last thrust, he buried himself inside her, his body tense as he emptied his load inside the condom, his hot semen filling the latex tip. He stayed that way for a moment, panting, before carefully withdrawing. Lily lay on the bench, her body trembling and covered in sweat, her legs still spread, exposing the red of her used pussy.
Ben knelt in front of her, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to tenderly wipe the remnants of semen from her chin and lips. Lily looked up at him with glassy eyes, a mixture of gratitude and confusion on her face. Her trembling fingers rested on his, as if searching for something to anchor her to reality.
"Am I… okay?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Ben didn't respond immediately. Instead, he ran his thumb over her lower lip, still swollen from Mateo's thrusts, before leaning in to give her a soft, almost chaste kiss compared to what they'd just done.
—You are perfect, you bring joy to me, your perverted boyfriend, I promise to make you feel happy —he murmured against her lips.
In his eyes, Lily saw something else: a boundary they'd just crossed without a map or compass. She wondered, as the wind played with the loose strands of her hair, how far this could go. How far he'd want it to go. And for the first time, fear and excitement twined in her chest like two rutting snakes, impossible to separate.