A Cumming-of-Age Story - Graduation

Brett began to squeeze Becca's round tits and pinch her nipples with his left hand while his right hand continued to work its magic on her cunt. The hard cock pressed against her leg showed just how much he loved everything about her body and, from the look in her wide blue eyes, he could tell that she loved the way that he worshipped her. Just then, he heard the bathroom sink turn on and off, footsteps crossing the floor, and the bathroom door closing, signaling that the two were alone once again.

Knowing that, Brett decided it was time to push Becca over the edge. He began to crook his fingers in a "come hither" motion in her pussy, hitting her G-spot with incredible precision. Reading her reaction, he could tell that she was seconds away from exploding in pleasure. He leaned in, his breath tickling her neck, and said, "Cum for me, my goddess."

And, almost on command, cum she did. Becca didn't know if she had ever felt this kind of pleasure in her life. Brett had gotten her so worked up that her toes curled as her orgasm hit its crescendo. Suddenly, without even realizing it, her head fell back against the stall door, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed her absolute pleasure to the world. Luckily, the lacy boyshort panties in her mouth muffled her cries so that the entire restaurant did not hear her. Every inch of her body burned white hot and her knees threatened to give out as she lost all awareness of the outside world, only focusing on how amazing she felt right now.

Brett held her in his strong arms while waves of pleasure continued to wash over her, afraid that her legs may not be able to support her at the moment. He had never seen Becca like this before, so absolutely lost in her orgasm. He prayed that he would remember this moment forever, even when he was on his deathbed, as he didn't believe that he could have any greater achievement in life than making this absolute goddess cum like some common slut in heat. He looked her over, taking in the sight of her again so that the image would be seared into his brain. Her long mahogany hair slightly sweaty and askew from her exertion. Her beautiful face contorted in complete satisfaction as her orgasm enveloped her. Her panty-gagged mouth, desperately trying to communicate just how wonderful she felt to the world only to be stifled by her own lacy underwear. Her ample chest, slightly flushed and heaving magnificently while her pink nipples stood out like bullets. Brett's cock, which rested against her leg, got only harder just looking at her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Becca began to come down from her orgasm. Her head finally stopped spinning. Her vision was coming back to her. Her throat was raw from all the screaming. She really was a mess, but she wouldn't have it any other way. That orgasm had been utterly earth-shattering and she had enjoyed it immensely. Brett did whatever it took to please her and there was no one else that could make her feel as amazing as she did right now. Then, she realized that one of his hands was gently caressing her hair while the other slowly rubbed her soaked pussy. He is honestly the best, she thought, and I'm so lucky to have someone that cares so much about me. She couldn't wait to show him just how much she loved him.

And so, as soon as he removed her panties from her mouth, Becca planted a kiss right on his lips. It was scorchingly intense, as she attempted to convey all of the love, gratitude, and passion that she felt for Brett right then. After several moments, they broke apart, both of them grinning widely.

"Well, you sure do know how to make a lady happy. Looks like I'm going to have to repay the favor later tonight." With a wiggle of her eyebrows and an insinuating grab of his still-hard cock, Becca dispelled any possible confusion about what the two of them would be doing later.

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine. And I'm looking forward to it," Brett replied before planting a gentle kiss on her lips. "But right now, I think we need to get cleaned up."

Checking their phones, they both saw that they had nearly been gone twenty minutes. Their dinners were sure to have arrived already and their families would wonder where they had been. Becca decided she would tell her parents that one of her girlfriends had called and would not stop gabbing with her. Brett would just say that he had been in the restroom, which he had been, though not for the reason that his family would assume. Becca quickly pulled her bra and dress back into place. Realizing that Brett still had her underwear, she looked at him before he said, "I think I'll keep these as a souvenir." He stashed them in his pocket, eliciting a giggle from Becca.

"That's fine. But now you'll have to think about me not wearing any underwear for the rest of the night," she said with a smirk. "And I don't think this thing will let you forget that," she added as she rubbed up and down his hard shaft.

Brett let out a groan, as he realized he probably would have a boner for the rest of the night. However, he told her that he still didn't regret it, causing Becca to smile dirtily. "We'll see," she said as, upon finishing fixing her appearance, she moved toward the bathroom door. "I'll text you after dinner and we can meet up." With that, she reached the door and, after blowing him a kiss, made her way back to her family's table.

As she sat with her family, she couldn't help but shoot constant glances over at Brett, who had returned to his table shortly after she had. He just looked so damn cute all the time, she thought. He frequently caught her looking at him, usually answering her glances with a quick eyebrow wiggle or a wink, causing her to smile into her food. Becca realized that she already missed his company and that she couldn't wait to be with him for the rest of the night.

Another part of Becca also dearly missed Brett. Her pussy, now exposed under her dress since her underwear currently resided in Brett's pocket, desperately ached for him. The cool air of the restaurant did nothing to diminish the heat building within her loins. Her first orgasm tonight had been amazing, there was no doubt in her mind about that. But, now, she just needed to be fucked good and hard. And she was sure that he would be more than happy to oblige. So, even though she loved her family dearly, Becca couldn't help but count the minutes until they would leave her alone and she could spend the rest of the night with Brett.

Soon enough, both the Olivers and the Freemans finished their meals and left the steakhouse, with Becca and Brett saying goodbye to their respective families for the night. After taking their leave, they agreed to meet at Brett's apartment, hoping to continue what they had started at the restaurant. However, their friends began to text them, begging them to come down to Shooter's for one last time. Eventually, the pair gave in, walking down to the bar together hand-in-hand.

While they definitely enjoyed the last night out with their friends, both of their thoughts were elsewhere for most of the night. Brett's mind ran amok with conflict. On one hand, he was dreading an end to this last night with his friends and, in particular, with Becca. At the same time, he could not wait to get her back to his apartment tonight and finish their fun from earlier. Knowing that she was not wearing any underwear and how it came to be that they now resided in his pocket kept Brett on edge almost the entire night. And the fact that Becca had started dancing at the bar had only made him harder. She started by shaking her ass deliciously at him and, eventually, she was grinding her ass up against his hard cock to the pounding rhythm of the music. Becca also was counting the minutes until they could go back to Brett's apartment. Their encounter earlier had been entirely focused on her pleasure, which she greatly appreciated, but she looked forward to making his night absolutely unforgettable.

Eventually, they said their goodbyes to all of their newly-graduated friends and left the bar. As soon as they got into the elevator to go up to Brett's room, Becca jumped on Brett, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him with ferocity. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, seeking out his and dancing furiously with it. His hands moved to her round butt, grabbing a handful and lifting her up off the ground as she squealed excitedly into his mouth. They briefly broke their kiss as the elevator doors opened, Brett carrying her down the hallway and unlocking the door before they quickly crossed the threshold.

They resumed their steamy makeout session as the door slammed shut behind them. Soon, Brett's hands began to tug at Becca's dress, desperate to get her out of that meddlesome garment. She backed away a step, not allowing him to remove her dress quite yet before grabbing Brett's red tie, pulling him in and closing the distance again. Becca loosened his tie, quickly pulling it off and tossing it aside. Then, starting with the top button, she began to remove his shirt. As each button came loose, she began to kiss the newly-exposed skin, starting with his lightly-haired chest and descending toward his well-defined abs. Soon, his shirt was joining his tie in a pile on the floor.

Next, Becca's hands flew to his belt and, in a flash, Brett's pants had joined the ever-growing heap of clothes. Now, Brett stood before her in only his boxers, a fact that didn't go unnoticed. He remarked, "I think it's your turn now," with a smirk.

Becca replied with a naughty smile, "Well, you are a college graduate, so you must be right." Her dress and lace black bra were rapidly dispatched, leaving Becca naked in all her glory.

Brett let out a low whistle, admiring her for a second as she struck a little pose for him. I really could sit here and look at her all day, he thought, but I have better things I could be doing with her. Then, without warning, he grabbed ahold of her fabulous bottom with both hands and deposited her on the countertop. She sat there, kissing him with passion for several very enjoyable minutes.

However, Brett was seriously in need of relief. It seemed like he had been hard all night and his cock desperately ached for satisfaction. Thus, he left her on the countertop and walked toward the pile of dispatched clothes, leaving Becca with a confused look on her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he quickly collected his tie and his belt from the pile. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why he did this.

Her question was answered when Brett said, "Hands together in front of you, baby," and he held the belt up in front of her. Recognizing the tone of his voice, she realized that this was an order, with no question as to if she should obey. Becca quickly complied, with a shiver going down her spine and a flash of heat going to her pussy as he wrapped the belt around her wrists and tightened it, trapping her hands together in her lap.

Spending so much time together, Becca had grown immensely fond of Brett and trusted him to the hilt. He was always a complete gentleman to her, except in the bedroom. Just how she liked it. Therefore, she'd let him do whatever he was planning to do to her right now while she just sat back and enjoyed it, knowing he'd never hurt her.

The beast within her, freed during their tryst in the restroom earlier, began to stir again as Brett took control of the situation just as he did before. She loved when this side of him came out, as they would go at it like animals until they were both satisfied.

Her lust only intensified as Brett placed his tie over her eyes, knotting it behind her head securely and obscuring her vision. She laid back on the countertop as his powerful hands grabbed ahold of her thighs, parting them while pulling her toward the very edge of the counter. Her skin radiated heat onto the cool surface of the countertop as her body began to react to his actions. Soon, she could feel the warm tickle of his breath on her smooth, and once again soaked, pussy. Becca groaned in absolute pleasure as Brett's tongue started to trace its way up and down her slit, savoring the sensations he gave her once more.

Brett's tongue lapped up Becca's secretions eagerly as more continuously flowed from her cunt. It was clear that she was enjoying his ministrations not only from her sopping pussy, but also from the little cries escaping her gorgeous lips. He could do this all night just to hear those wonderful little sounds. However, his hard dick, still begging for relief, led him to try and get Becca off as quickly as he possibly could.

Meanwhile, her body, which had been buzzing all night, quickly approached orgasm once again. The blindfold that stifled her vision only served to heighten her other senses. Thus, the pleasure she was feeling at the moment was almost overwhelming. Brett's tongue continued to swipe up and down her cunt and, soon, Becca was pushed over the edge when Brett began to suck and lightly nibble on her clit. Her face and chest seemed to burn white hot as another climax ripped through her body. Her toes, hanging in the air beside the island counter, curled tightly as waves of ecstasy, more intense than those she had experienced earlier in the evening, emanated throughout her entire being.

He continued to service Becca while her cunt continued to spasm. After some time, she began to come down from her high and her awareness began to return to her. "That was incredible," she exclaimed. "But I need that hard dick in me right now."

"Well, you're gonna get it," Brett replied. However, he walked to the other side of the island, grabbed Becca under the shoulders, and slid her across the countertop until her head was hanging over the side and her long mahogany hair cascaded over the edge of the countertop. "Open up."

She quickly complied with his command, opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could. Then, he inserted his cock in her mouth, the upper side of the head grazing her tongue in a way that made Brett shudder. With her hands belted in front of her, Becca had no choice but to let him do what he wanted with her. At first, he moved slowly but firmly in and out, picking up the pace gradually until he was fucking her face in earnest. Each time Brett pushed his dick past her lips, the head popped into her throat, drawing a deep groan from him.

Becca loved the feeling of Brett's hard cock filling her mouth and she could tell that he obviously was enjoying it just as much, if not more so. However, she only loved it more when he firmly grabbed ahold of her tits, using the leverage to saw his dick in and out of her mouth even harder. She moaned as his hands squeezed and pushed her ample breasts together, which left Brett marveling at how good the vibrations felt on his dick. Brett couldn't even describe how good it felt to have his impossibly-stiff cock plunging in and out of Becca's warm, wet mouth. It was as though he had died and gone to heaven. He still couldn't believe that he had Becca Oliver here in his apartment, currently naked on his countertop while he dominated her and fucked her throat. Half a year ago, he'd only imagined this kind of scene and, now, it was a reality. Goddamn, she's incredible, Brett thought as he continued his assault on her throat. He knew, without a doubt, that this moment would be forever burned into his brain. Here's to many more fucking sexy memories, he mused to himself. With that thought in mind, he moved his hands to play with Becca's nipples, sending even more pleasure surging through her body.

Her eyes clamped shut with pleasure under her blindfold, Becca slithered her tongue around the cock vigorously fucking her mouth, painting its surface with her spit.

"Goddamnit, Bec, that feels so GOOD!" Brett yelled as she sucked incredibly hard on his cock. Those words were absolute music to her ears, as Becca desperately wanted to please him after the two orgasms that he had already given her tonight. However, it was her turn to moan in ecstasy as one of his hands found its way to her sopping wet pussy while the other rested on the countertop, supporting his weight. His thumb quickly found her clit while he inserted two fingers into her tight hole. In little time, she was moaning around his mouth-stuffing member as he began to rub her hard clit and stretch her velvety walls.

Right on the edge of cumming, Brett divided his attention between satisfying his own burning desire and satiating Becca's desires. His dick had been unbearably rigid for what seemed like the entire night and his balls ached to be emptied into this gorgeous woman. Therefore, he did not cease his insistent pumping into her mouth while his hand matched his pace as it played with her pussy.

Then, Brett had a wicked idea that he knew Becca would enjoy. She was confused as he removed his hand from her nether regions, unable to see what he was doing. However, she was surprised and incredibly excited moments later when he began to lay a series of quick, firm smacks on her cunt. With each spank, it felt as though lightning was shooting to every corner of her body. God, I love it when he plays rough with me, she thought as her body spasmed in excitement, though she couldn't voice that thought as Brett's cock still filled her mouth.

"Mmph mmpph mmmpph MMMPPPH!" is all that escaped Becca's lips while Brett's hand manipulated her soaked cunt. With the delicious vibrations from her moans stimulating his cock, Brett was finally sent over the edge for the first time that night. He ceased his pumping as he began to cum, leaving his dick resting in her mouth as it began to spew rope after rope of cum. The first shot went directly down Becca's throat while the rest filled her mouth as she struggled to keep up with the flow of cum being shot from his balls.

"OH FUCKING SHIT, I'M CUMMING!" he practically screamed as his balls nearly emptied into Becca, spewing so much cum into her mouth that it actually hurt. She struggled to swallow his entire load, though she did an admirable job, with only a tiny bit leaking out of her mouth to coat her lips. Brett, breathing heavily and slumping over as he recovered from his earthshattering orgasm, pulled his cock from between her lips.

Then, he quickly removed the tie from over her eyes and undid the belt around her hands before trying to catch his breath. However, even in his exhausted state, he couldn't help but watch Becca as she sat up on the countertop and spun to face him, her eyes glinting as she swallowed the remainder of his cum. After licking her lips clean, she stood to face him, naked as the day she was born except for the naughty grin that covered her face.

Brett couldn't help but exclaim, "You are so goddamn hot," as she stood there smirking at him.

"Well, I'm all yours. So are you just gonna stand there all day looking at me, stud?" He quickly replied, "Just give me one more second." Becca couldn't help but giggle at that. After a moment, Brett went to take her hand to lead her to the bedroom, but she quickly jumped back, a mischievous grin appearing on her face while her big, firm rack jiggled magnificently. He watched this with great enjoyment before saying, "I guess I'll have to take what I want." Before Becca could react, he rushed up to her and scooped her up in his arms, causing her to laugh in surprise. Then, as Brett carried her towards his bedroom, she wrapped her legs around him and began to furiously make out with him. Upon making it to his bed, Becca extricated herself from Brett's embrace and stood in front of him. She gave his still-hard member a few tugs, preparing it for what was to come. "Now THIS is what I like to see."

The pair resumed their kissing while Becca proceeded to jack off Brett's stiff dick. After getting it good and ready, she ordered him to lay down on his bed. He wasn't about to disobey this gorgeous woman so he quickly did as he was told.