Hot Summer Job/Just blow your baby batter inside this horny bitch
You pound away into Kylie's snatch, refusing to be held back when you're getting so close. You still manage to angrily rip your shirt off to find a bit of relief but only slow the action for a second. She feels amazing. It's as if she was made just for you, even if you can't fit all the way at this angle. Your cock tingles and throbs its approval, unconcerned with anything beyond the tight folds squeezing it.
"Kee- going..." croaks Kylie. She barely gets it out, but she's clear enough to be heard. She's feeling everything you're feeling and then some based on her shaky voice.
Empowered, you place a fingertip against Kylie's clit and press down, practically squishing it between your digit and the cock inside her. She squirms sharply and you begin strumming her little nub with your thumb, hoping you can take her over the edge with you.
"F-fuck... yeaah-uh..." the teen moans with an added gasp. She grabs hold of the couch to steady herself then plants her opposite hand on one of her compact little tits, squeezing and kneeding it as you were a minute ago. Her eyes lose focus and slowly close. It's incredibly hot to see her succumbing to her arousal like this. Your balls churn and wane, but you're not giving in yet. You grit your teeth and clench all manner of muscle, willing and demanding your body hold back the dam that's about to burst. You throat catches your breath in short coughing gasps. Whatever limited focus you have left centers entirely around your thumb and you work Kylie's itty bitty clit like it owes you something. All of 30 seconds and you have her panting almost as hard as you are.
"I... I-I'm..."
An ungodly scream erupts from the 8th grader as she arches her back and tilts her head away. How loud and sudden it is freaks you out and you push forward to try to shut her up. With her leg held up in front of you and her head tilted back you can't reach her mouth to silence her. So instead you choke her, squeezing the slender base of her neck and closing her airway until only a squeak can be heard from her. A frantic hand moves from the couch to your forearm, but she's still gleefully squeezing her breasts, her body softly shuddering as you continue to fuck her through such an unexpectedly explosive climax
And that's as much as you can take, already pushed to your limits. With your own grunt of a yell you crash as deeply into her pussy as it will afford you and unload your hot spunk inside her. A few hard sporadic thrusts between each blast of cum has you tapping the poor girl's cervix and slams Kylie's small straining body away from you inch by inch, even her meager chest jiggling with each impact.
Upwards of 20 seconds of pure glory are spent coating her insides with your sperm followed by a few jerky frustrated thrusts, commanding your emptied gun to fire just one more time. Once fully and utterly spent, you slowly pull your stuffed rod from Kylie's cute little cunt. Her plentiful juices had already spilled out of her, running around her leg and onto the couch. And as her now vacated entrance closes up, some of your white cum dribbles out of her as well.
You watch your seed trickle out from between her tidy little labia with a satisfied smile until you realize you still have a firm grip on Kylie's neck. Releasing her brings a harsh gasp and a few coughs from Kylie, a noticeable pink outline from your hand imprinted on her skin.
Exhausted and sweating profusely, you collapse into the opposite side of the couch from Kylie. It's a struggle to catch your breath. You close your eyes and throw an arm over your head while you play with your balls, the elastic of your underwear still tight against them.
"Damn you're loud," you eventually comment, still processing all of what just happened. Your chest is tight and head dizzy, both heartbeat and breathing incredibly fast.
When you peak over at Kylie again you find she's no longer next to you. She's standing nearby, pulling her shorts up over her butt. And as soon as they're on she rushes out of the living room.
"Kylie, wait!"
She doesn't. She takes a half step when you shout, her head turning back to you slightly, then keeps going. Kinda fitting since you didn't listen when she asked you to wait either.
"Hey!" you call again as if she somehow didn't hear you. A moment later and she's out the door. It's then you notice that each of your respective sisters have gone missing as well. Surveying the room, Larissa's bag is missing but her shirt remains on the floor along with Bree's. Kylie on the other hand left her bag behind, in addition to her thong. The other girls must be upstairs, although you didn't hear them leave. With the sound of blood rushing through your ears numbing your senses and the determination in you a few minutes ago, they might have even said something to you and you wouldn't have noticed. But when did they leave? Exactly how much did they see. Maybe Kylie's screaming orgasm made them run. At least they didn't see Kylie run away.
What's up with her anyway? She was really getting into it. Did you choke her too hard? Is she ashamed to have enjoyed herself? She has to be going home, at least you don't know where else she'd go. Carrie would have to be suspicious about her oldest girl coming home early from a sleepover. But would Kylie tell her mom what happened? Maybe she'd lie. But a good lie, or...?
You don't exactly feel up for running after anyone right now. Besides, it's hard to know if chasing after her is worthwhile. You might be able to make things better, but you could just as easily make it so much worse. And there's also the other girls here you'd be abandoning.