Bored Little Girl/Park/Reluctantly Accept
"Yeah, well, O-kurgh," you reluctantly gurgle. Your neighbor had taken his cock out of his shorts, grabbed the back of your head, and stuffed your mouth as you were protesting. You manage to multitask by stroking the high schooler's penis rhythmically. Your neighbor's cock is very thick, but not that long. Even so, your lips have trouble wrapping around it. Your neighbor is just as tall as the high schooler, so he doesn't have to bend your head down too much to fuck your face. You still don't find him appealing, but his cock wonderful, as all cocks do. He bobs your head down on his knob, giving you an eyeful of his manbush each time he brings your face closer. You decide to close your pretty eyes and flutter them when you took his whole cock in your mouth. You wanted your lashes to tickle his skin, but you don't think he noticed. After a particularly vicious thrust, you choke on his thick cock and step back.
You give a few, short coughs and you try to reason with the man. "Ok. Now. I want to have a good time with this cutey," you say, wrapping your arm around the high schooler's side and peering with only your eyes over his dick at your neighbor. "You can go now and I'll take care of you later." "Wait," your neighbor begins angrily, "I'm not finished with you yet. Your father will hear about this!" "Don't worry, don't worry," you calm him down. "I'll take care of you. Just later." "What about my blue balls?" He continues to insist. "Tonight," you reply, "Where you wanna meet?" Your neighbor takes a moment to consider. "Your place." "What?" You don't believe him. "But my dad's home!" "I know," he says, grinning. "I'll be there tonight," your neighbor declares, zipping up his shorts and walking away.
You turn your attention to the high school boy. After your exchange with the grown man, the lanky high schooler lost his erection. You are somewhat disappointed but you don't show it. You pull his arm down until he's sitting down and then he allows you to push his shoulders back until he falls with barely a thud on the grass. You sit on his face, positioning your mound right over his mouth. You look down at his blonde hair and piercing steel-gray eyes. Looking at him like that does things to you. Inside you. You feel like you are falling into those eyes and that sea of hair. He is so cute. And you are so horny. He licks your mound, your wetness. Laps at it with his tongue. He had seemed maybe a creep or wimpy, but you always felt pulled in by his face. And you liked a more lanky boy body. You try to put the thoughts of your neighbors unappealing toned ab muscles and the fact that you had to maybe see them later out of your mind. You were focused on this older boy, tongue brushing around your mound, trying to push it inside of you. You moan with ecstasy. Having been so close to cumming this whole time, you finally gush all over his tongue and you collapse forward. You barely catch yourself before you crash into the grass. The high schooler moves to get up, but you push him back down with your legs. You get up and go over to his semi-erect penis. You stroke it and suck it a little and it roars right back into life. You kneel on his legs, which causes him some discomfort, but he gets over it. You sidle up to his cock and you rub your wet mound over the length of his shaft without putting it inside. Holding his cock tight to your mound, you hump against it, up and down rhythmically, getting it wet with your juices. He looks at you and you can tell he is getting closer and closer. You gyrate against his penis harder and faster and harder and faster. You go faster still, breathing raggedly, until he bursts. You lean back and jerk his cock onto your abdomen. He cums only a little. It pools in your navel. You wipe up all the cum you can and taste it. You smack your lips and grin at him. "Fancy a kiss?" You giggle at him. "N-," he begins, but you lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips. He spits air and wipes his lips, "Ew, you just ate my cum. You just made me taste my own cum!" "Oh, don't be a baby," you smirk at him. "Hope to see you around cutey," you shout over your shoulder as you put on your dress and walk away. You really do.
That night, you: