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Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

Keith watched her stand up, straighten out herself before kneeling down to her knees before him. For some reason, he began to think about Friday, where they had burgers, then confronted each other about their past grudges before he nearly made her go down on him since she was willing to do whatever he wanted. His hands resting on his sides began to close a little... before relaxing. Keith then brought his hand up to stroke the side of her face.

"I've wanted you to do this ever since we bumped into each other again last week," he said, playing with a lock of her straight hair. He then chuckled. "Actually, I think the real question is, how often have you done this?"

He touched her sides with his legs, feeling her against the inside of his thighs. The past was truly behind him at this point. It was so hard to hold grudges when he was feeling so good right now.
 
Sophie chuckled at his question, though his answer was pleasing enough. "I'm afraid a lady never tells," she said with a wink. She watched him relax and smiled as he stroked her cheek. Her hair was starting to come out of her braid a little, but it was still in for the moment. She tossed it over her shoulder and then reached out to him, leaning forward as she started to undo his belt.

"You'll just have to live without that particular knowledge." In all honesty, she'd only done it a few times, but she was very good at it. Or so she had been told. Deftly, she undid his pants and looked up into his eyes. "Fair is fair," she said, smirking as she freed him from his cloth confines.
 
"Then what are you, a stage magician?" Keith asked, reclining against the couch. He let her undo his studded belt, which gave off clinks as she loosened the buckle. Soon, he felt her hands unzipping him, digging down into the seat of his pants to scoop the rest of him out. The way she handled him seemed to suggest she knew what she was doing, and at which point, Keith began to wonder with whom did gain her experience from.

"You seem like you know what you're doing," he said, watching her. Emerging from out of the opened zipper of his vintage jeans were his pitch black boxers, with his thick member nestled beneath. As he felt her fingers drawing near, picking open his groin like that, he began to feel it engorge down there, slowly rising.

Then her hand grabbed it, and it nearly stood erect in her hand, protruding a little over ten inches from up his boxers. Keith's face grew red as he let out a breath, sounding like a sigh as she held him in her hand. There was enough of him to fill more than two of her hands put together. Yes, he was enormous. Veins surged from his shaft, while his cock head began to swell into its final shape. Sophie was free to look and do as she pleased while his wide girth grew in her hands.
 
She laughed at his little joke and continued to free him, her hands getting to feel exactly how big he was. She'd already pleased him this way before, but she was still amazed at how big he was, especially from her current level. Gently, she handled his enormous cock, stroking it slowly as she looked up into his eyes. His little comment wasn't lost on her, but her love life before him was none of his business...considering it was very nearly nonexistent thanks to him.

But that didn't matter to her right now. Just he did. So she blushed softly as she saw him swell and gently continued to stroke him, her full, pretty pink lips gently kissing his member.
 
Keith closed his eyes. He was already fully erect when he began to feel her lips kissing the head of his dick. The surging, electric tingle he felt which nearly made it feel even better than sex itself. On the set, he was oftentimes too numb from the fluffers to feel anything while he performed, and the pressure always took out the fun of being in a porn. Lucky for him, they were more interested in his secret little talent than they were with him.

But right now, it was pleasurable, and he was losing himself while at the mercy of Sophie's lips. He began to sigh, breathing heavily. "Oh, that's good, Sophie...keep that up." He was actually afraid to tease her this time, since she could give him enough pleasure to make him cum early.
 
Sophie smiled, enjoying his sounds of pleasure. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. She kissed his big, veiny cock, licking up and down his shaft. Her hand gently stroked his length where she wasn't kissing him, her free hand cupping his balls as she took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently. All the while, her grey eyes stayed glued to his green ones.

It had been awhile since she'd given anyone such attention, so she was trying to get a feel for what he liked and what he didn't before she really started in on him. Then again, he didn't seem like he was going to say no to anything she did. After a few moments of her teasing, her soft, pink tongue swirled around his tip and she took him into her mouth, sucking, watching his face as she went on. He was big, but that didn't stop her from taking more of him into her mouth, groaning softly. She stroked his thick member with her hand as she sucked him, adding to the stimulation as she continued to play with his sack, toying with him.
 
At first, his hands closed over the fabric of the couch, gripping it. The feel of her tongue slithering over his member caused him to shiver, exhaling from the sheer joy of the feeling in itself. As to be expected, he was sensitive to every lick of her tongue, every breath and vibration in her mouth. His bent legs touched her sides, pressing against her, hugging her. He shifted in his seat.

Then he felt fingers which were not his grabbing his nuts. Both of his testicles hung loose in her hand, smooth like pigeon eggs within his wrinkly, brown sac. When he felt the entire head of his cock inside her mouth, he moaned. "Sophie, oh dead god..." His hand leapt up into her hair, running through it, feeling her head with a writhing thumb. His eyes were still closed, so he wasn't able to catch her eyes looking up at him. Keith continued to breath, sinking down in his seat to close the gap between his groin and Sophie's arms as her hands supported his cock up.

His eyes rolled up inside his sockets as he felt her tongue swirl around his tip. He felt like his entire body was going to lurch upward as a reflex to the rush of pleasure. "Yeah...Oh..." he breathed, "that's good, oh, right there. That's good..."
 
Urged onward by his reactions, Sophie grinned devilishly and continued her ministrations. Gently, her fingers stroked and caressed his sack, as she slowly, swirled her tongue around his tip. Her soft, pink lips wrapped around him and slid even further down his length, taking more of him into her mouth before she pulled away. She felt his legs brush against her, squeezing her a little tighter as she pleasured him.

She wondered if he'd been this satisfied with himself when he was pleasing her, and slowly started to bob her head up and down his shaft taking a little more of him every time. The pretty redhead wanted to make sure that Keith walked away wanting more of her.
 
Keith had enough of trying to be quiet. His breath shuddered, trying hard to stifle a moan, but he failed miserably as he felt her mouth closing in all around him, letting one escape his lips. He rubbed his inner thigh against her as though he were pleading her to stop. But the electric currents she sent through the tip of his cock only caused him to shiver even more, stroking the side of her face with added gusto.

A pea-sized, bead of pre-cum leaked from the head of his member as it throbbed in her mouth. He wasn't expecting her to go all the way down his shaft like that, but the deeper she went, the closer to heaven he felt.
 
Hearing his moans only made her want to do more. Her hand abandoned his sack for a moment, lightly massaging his inner thigh. She looked up at him and smiled as he stroked her face a bit more firmly. Sophie wasn't sure she'd be able to take his entire shaft into her mouth, but she could certainly try.

As she pulled back a bit, she tasted his salty precum and then continued to take him into her mouth bobbing up and down his length. It only spurred her on to further action. She wanted to taste more of him. When her jaw got tired or she needed a little break, she'd stop, suck on his tip, and stroke what she couldn't have in her mouth at the moment.
 
He was gasping now, filling each gap of breath with a yelp of genuine ecstasy. He arched his neck back, resting the back of his head against the top of the couch. Keith nearly screamed in pleasure when she sucked at the tip, cocking his shaft like a shotgun. With heavy breaths, he opened his eyes, looking down at her. His face was red, and tiny beads of sweat began to glisten from his forehead. He didn't want to see her attempt to take his entire ridiculous length down his throat without having verified she didn't have a gag reflex, so he wanted to suggest her lend a little extra help. His leg moved to bump against the soft cushion of her breasts, rubbing against it with the blunt edge of his knee.
 
At this point, Sophie was dedicated to getting him off. She never thought she would see Keith affected quite the way he seemed to be now. Definitely a hot and bothered fellow, all thanks to her. Apparently, her partners had been telling her the truth.

Sophie hadn't been prepared to take the entirety of his shaft in even if he wanted her to, but as his knee pressed into the softness of her chest, she got an idea for what he wanted instead. She'd hardly noticed that in the process of pleasing Keith, her straps were once more coming down from her shoulders. But what a lovely opportunity.

With one hand, she reached behind her and undid her dress, the little that she could and let it fall from her chest, her light blue lingerie coming into the light. Next, she unhooked her bra, with some difficulty, and let it fall from her shoulders as well.

Her heavy, shapely breasts fell free, exposed to the air, all while she continued to suck on his tip. She pulled away just long enough to come closer to him and wrap her soft, large breasts around his cock, enveloping it in her warmth as she squeezed them a bit and started to move them up and down his length as she licked and kissed his tip.
 
Paizuri. That was all he could think of. Paizuri. It was a no-shit that titfucking was a popular fetish in those Japanese doujinshis, and Keith didn't have to be Japanese to understand why. He nearly orgasmed (oh, like what, for the third time?) while he watched her fingers bring down that dress, unveiling her prominent figure held up by the beautiful glow of her bra...before gazing in awe while it loosened and fell away from her like flower petals.

He just stared at her breasts while they hung from her, deliciously shaped, while enormous just the same. It was quite a match for Keith's length. He imagined most cocks disappearing inside her cleavage, never to be seen again, but he doubted if his own monstrosity would be completely swallowed in between them.

When she placed him in between her tits, his eyes closed, with a sleazy, drunk expression. He relaxed his head back, gasping for air towards the ceiling. There was so much of her; his dick seemed to sink forever until he actually felt something harder than a large breast. He opened his eyes again, and when he did that, she was already stroking, gripping some of the skin on his cock, then licking, kissing his tip. He shut his eyes again.

"Oh my god, Sophie," Keith groaned. The way it exited his throat almost sounded like a toad, but whatever got her to do more of what she was doing. "Oh Jesus...oh Jesus fuck..." His hands scrambled to do something, but they just settled on the couch, dumb and without a conscience since whatever conscience was left, went to enjoying this titfuck. "Oh, Sophie," Keith moaned. "Just...keep doing what you're doing."
 
Though at first she struggled not to laugh at the way he sounded, the things he said got through to her and she managed to keep it in check. The way he said it, as though he needed her, turned her on even more, and the little urge she'd had to giggle vanished.

Sophie squeezed her breasts together and rolled them around his length, still sliding up and down, her mouth taking his head back in. She sucked on him like a Popsicle and watched him react. Her reactions may have been more subdoed than his, but she'd also been on a counter top. Not many places to go with that. But she had felt the kind of pleasure he was feeling.

Now, she just had to push him over his threshold and get him to cum. She wanted to taste it so badly. It was pretty clear that she wasn't going to stop until she did.
 
His words began to melt into a slew of nondescript murmurs. Keith nibbled on his lip with his eyes closed. He was losing himself in her cleavage while he felt her slide up and down him, her mouth sucking his tip to cause a huge surge to course through his groin.

His hand finally went to her head, sliding his fingers into her red hair, thumbing the uneven surface of her braids. It was still hard for him to accept the idea this was Sophie. The same Sophie he walked home from school with, now causing his engorging member to want to spurt in her lips. His swelling tip pulsated against her tongue, releasing more precum.

"S-Sophie..." Keith groaned, gasping. His voice rose in pitch, nearly pleading in tone.
 
Sophie looked up as his words became incoherent. The look on his face was exactly what she'd been looking for. She smirked. So the great porn star could lose himself after all. She leaned into him a bit more, taking more of his cock into her mouth as her breasts continued to massage him. He was amazing, and she wanted him to be aware of how lucky he was to have someone just as amazing as he was.

It appeared to be working. As his fingers made their way into her hair, she felt her braids loosening. Her eyes closed and she groaned, her body working to please him as much as humanly possible. She wanted his cum and she wanted the satisfaction of knowing she had brought him to his climax.
 
He heard her groan, picking up the pace with her sliding breasts. Keith began to buck his hips, wanting to squeeze more pleasure out of the incoming orgasm. His shaft rubbed in between her soft chest, while he felt her mouth over his tip. He moaned, repeating the rhythm, shaking her breasts, causing the cleavage to shiver as they rapidly wobbled around him. He couldn't hold it in anymore. With every peak, there was a climax, and this was no different.

"Sophie!" He gasped.

He moaned, arching his back up. His member began to contract, pumping his seed up his length in repeated spasms until it oozed from the lizard-eye-like slit. A copious amount shot out at first, sticking to where ever it landed, before more of his hot cum splurged from the tip, strong-smelling and thick. Keith's hand tightened in her hair, as more of his semen welled up his cock like a broken oil pump, dribbling over and sluicing down his shaft in generous amounts, before squirting out again in elastic lines.
 
The bucking of his hips sent vibrations through her body that made her want to please him even more. She groaned softly and felt her breasts jiggle as Keith tried to intensify his pleasure even more. Finally, he climaxed and she got her first real taste of the man she'd been wanting for the longest time.

He called her name and she drank down a good deal of his hot, thick cum. His hands tightened in her hair and she only pulled away when it lessened a bit. Some of his messy, smelly seed shot up onto her cheek and covered her breasts as stream after stream came forth. She panted softly and looked up at him, still gently massaging his cock with her breasts, which were quickly becoming coated with his essence.

"Mmmm, tasty," she said, a devilish grin spreading across those full lips of hers. And then she took his head back into her mouth and sucked him off, cleaning him off and sucking up any of what she'd missed.
 
His panting began to level out while he felt himself soften down there. He let her continue to slide up him, gasping from the feel of her mouth cleaning him off at such a vulnerable and sensitive moment following his orgasm.

When Keith opened his eyes, he noticed some of his cum stuck to her cheek, and how casual she seemed to feel about having a partial facial. Then he saw how comfortable she was tasting him, filling her lips with the sticky stuff and licking it that it made him wonder how much experience did she really have with all this, and whether or not she was really a virgin.

He let her finish, bringing his thumb up to wipe away his remaining ejaculate from her cheek. "My, I think we're due for another shower," Keith said, resting his hands on her shoulders, giving her firmness a nice squeeze. He didn't move though, but sat there, gazing down at her as she was nestled in between his legs. He could sit here like this forever, but he knew they had to move soon or else Zack and the rest of the shop caught them in this vulnerable position.
 
Whether or not she had experience with this sort of thing, Sophie did appear to be enjoying herself, and she saw that Keith was no exception. Once she had finished cleaning him off, she waited for him to do or say something. Anything. The cum that was clinging to her cheek didn't really bother her, but there wasn't exactly a nice way of getting it off of her, either. So she let it be.

Having finally gotten what she wanted, she was starting to calm down a bit too. His taste lingered in her mouth and she smiled at the thought of it. Whether or not he was questioning her experience, she planned to keep it something of a mystery.

When he spoke, he thumbed away the seed that had spilled onto her face and put his hand on her shoulder. He seemed to be in a daze, uncharacteristically thoughtful as he gazed down at her. She almost didn't want to move. His comment about a shower, however, was pretty spot on. "I second that motion," she said, her voice a bit soft to keep the peace of the moment they had just interrupted. She wished that there were some clothes for her to wear around. Ones that might fit her. But then, if she had to wear the dirty ones, it couldn't be helped.

In any case, she slowly pulled away from him and stood up, pulling her dress back into place for the time being. "Are you coming with, or staying behind?" she asked, tilting her head.
 
"Of course I'm coming with you," he said, tucking his dick back into his pants. Somehow, saying the word 'coming' held a double-meaning that made him chuckle a little to himself. He rose up to his feet with her and took her hand, feeling some of his cum rubbing off onto her fingers as he led her towards the bathroom.

He casually undressed in front of her, stepping into the tub. It was a conventional bathroom with a single sink, toilet, a bathtub with shower, and it was lit by a couple of round bulbs lining the top of the mirror. The bulbs cast an orange, almost golden tint on everything in the room. Keith turned on the water, waiting for it to become warm as he waited for Sophie to follow.
 
Sophie smiled and took his hand, feeling the cum from his fingers transferring to her skin. Even with that, what she really focused on was his warm, comforting hand. She remembered what it felt like to hold his hand when they were little and remembered feeling safe and happy. Now, she could honestly say she felt the same way.

As he led her to the bathroom, she wondered if anyone else was going to be around today. She hoped that it could just be the two of them for a little while longer. Tomorrow, she realized, they would have to be back in class, and she didn't know how she could get back to normality.

Once they were in the bathroom, she watched him strip down, the glow of the lights making him seem somehow ethereal. And maybe he was. This entire experience had been surreal, and they'd come so far in just a few short days. So much was ahead of them, that it made her head spin. But it was nice to just step back and live in the moment, watching him in the light.

She disrobed, leaving her clothes folded neatly on the floor near the counter. She undid her braid and shook out her hair, the golden light highlighting the waves in her crimson hair. Her pale skin glowed as she walked toward him and stepped into the tub behind him, closing the shower curtain.
 
Keith thought about embracing her in the shower, ravaging her pussy as the water washed their suds away, but he was feeling too mellow right now to even consider it. And besides, they had class tomorrow, and he wasn't even sure if he finished his homework. So he kept mostly to himself, passing the soap over to Sophie whenever she needed it.

Once they were done, Keith dried up and put on his original clothes. He went out to the garage to check up on Zack and Faye and to see whether or not the car was finished. The garage reeked of sealant and other cleaning chemicals.

"Well, well," Zack said, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. "Looks like someone has made himself at home. We finished with the windshield and are working on the interior right now. Once Marcos and Evan show up, we can start fixing up those dents on the bumper."

"Thank you, Zack," Keith said, nodding at him. "I appreciate everything you've done so far. I owe you for sure."

Zack scoffed, shaking his head. He chuckled. "Don't mention it, kid." He glanced at Faye while he said that. "Just enjoy your early twenties as much as you'd like, because it's all gonna go downhill at some point."
 
Sophie happily showered with him. Despite the fact that she had the perfect opportunity to get him riled up, she let him be, just enjoying the shower with him. Once they were finished, she put on her clothes and found a hair dryer to take care of that with. She smiled and held onto Keith's hand as they walked back to the garage, kissing his cheek before they got there. She let him wander off to talk to Zack once they got back in.

Faye was busy scrubbing out a particularly difficult blood stain as the two of them returned. She greeted Sophie with a little smile and a salute, still working to get the stuff out. "Hey, almost done with the inside of your car, hun. Gotta admit, what you did was ballsy, but I would avoid it at all costs in the future." It was a little joke that actually made the redhead laugh and the two fell into getting to know each other.
 
Evan and Marcos eventually showed up, reluctant to work on a Sunday at first, but after seeing Keith there in one piece, they managed to get Sophie's car looking like new. With the new windshield, the smoothing of the dents and rebuffing, along with Faye's work on the interior, Sophie's car looked like it came straight out of the dealership. Even though it wasn't his own car, Keith was overcome with this feeling of gratitude--the kind of overwhelming gratitude you got when your parents or a group of people you cared a lot did something unexpected for you. You know, it was the heartwarming kind of gratitude.

"Um, I really don't know what to say," Keith said. "Thank you."

Zack lit a cigarette, dragging in enough nicotine to cause his eyes to grow mellow. "You thank me one more time, Keith, and I'm gonna make you walk your ass home. Besides, I don't think your lady friend there appreciates you doing all the talking for her." He glanced over at Sophie, letting a stream of smoke escape his lips.

"It's just that, I never expected any of this from you, Zack."

"The Lord works in mysterious ways," Zack replied, taking another pull from his cigarette.

"But, you're not even religious."

"I can start prayin' anytime I want to," Zack said, smiling at him.

Keith gave him a pat on the shoulder, turning his head to look over to Sophie. "Ready to head home?" He asked.
 
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