Alyssa pressed her tits together as I squeezed my dick between them and she kept urging me in a low sensuous voice,
"Cum on me, Nick, cum all over my tits. Give me a nice thick rope in my mouth and let me taste your salty goodness."
The combination of her dirty mouth and firm tight breasts pushed together pleasuring my cock finally did the trick and I started to spurt with a surprised cry. The blast erupted from the head of my manhood and spattered on her left cheek and nose and the second jet landed in her open and waiting mouth, she moaned happily and moved her mouth to catch the rest of my flowing cum. She rubbed the shaft and once she was sure I was finished cumming she clamped her mouth over the head of my prick and squeezed out the rest of my seed as I shuddered in pleasure, suddenly weak in the knees. After she had milked me clean she opened her mouth and displayed my accomplishment and played with it with her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed it down opening her mouth afterwards to show me that she had gobbled up all my juice.
I had been straddling her chest and now I threw my leg over her exquisite breasts and fell next to her panting in exhaustion. We had just finished ravaging each other in ways that I had previously only dreamed about.
"Fuck, Nick we should have done that a long time ago. Why did we waited so long?" Alyssa asked me as she wiped the last of my still warm jizz off her cheek and swept it into her mouth to join the rest of my seed already inside of her.
I thought about that question for a moment, its answer was very complicated. Alyssa and I had a lot of history together and if that history was ever published as a book its title would be "Frustration". We had known each other since we were just kids. We had been close friends for years and she was the first girl I had ever had a crush on. She was the object of my first wet dream. The first time I jerked off she was the one I was fantasizing about.
She had been the one that got away since I was twelve, but now lying next to her spent and satisfied I realized that I had finally fulfilled my fantasy of fucking the elusive dream girl and I was very happy. Not only had we fucked but it was everything I imagined it would be. I drank her in with my eyes and the sight that I saw was truly something to behold.
Early in high school Alyssa had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman, but she was built for speed. She was athletic and slender, slight of build with enough curves to really catch your eye. She had always participated in sports when we were kids and continued playing in her high school career. She became captain of the cheerleading team her senior year and played soccer too. She was the typical male fantasy in a cheerleading uniform twirling and dancing her way into every strait guy's heads in high school. But personally I preferred watching her on the soccer field. She was quick and toned. Her muscular legs could pound the ball past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net. Her long blond hair danced in the sunlight when she let it free after the game shining like so many gossamer threads. She had sky blue eyes and a perpetual olive skinned tan that she inherited from her South African parents.
She was born South Africa and her family moved to my hometown when she was eight. At that time she was still in her skinny-as-a-beanstalk, knobby-kneed, pre-puberty phase and she was my neighbor. We became friends the first summer she moved to my town. But she had quickly grown into the most desired young woman in our town. And to top off her perfect skin, beautiful hair, amazing eyes, toned and shaped long legs and tight ass she had a the most perfect breasts I have, still to this day, ever laid eyes on. Large, but not too large for sports, firm and supple, enough bounce to catch the eye but not enough to hinder her graceful movement. And if you were very lucky and catch her in the right mood you could see that she had gorgeous cherry-sized nipples that strained against the fabric of her sports bras.
Working out in the gym wearing nothing but soccer shorts and a sports bra she would give any red-blooded male a raging hard on and ruin your workout, the basketball coach actually set our weight training schedule at times when he knew that Alyssa wouldn't be around.
Because she had moved from South Africa at the age of eight she still had that curious South African accent that would cast the final spell over a man's mind, first her body would assault your eyes and to hear her beautiful voice pouring her curious honeyed South African lilt while answering a question in class would most definitely tear down a man's last defense. With a vision like Alyssa in our high school many of my friends and I had a hard time concentrating in class.
I realized I had indulging a post-coital daydream about the beauty lying beside me and finally answered her question,
"I have always wanted to, but could never work up the courage to, and don't pretend that you didn't know!" I said and she giggled and said,
"Yes, Nick, I've always known how badly you wanted me, but I just wasn't ready in high school and to tell you the truth it excited me to be the object of so many young men's affections and never giving them what they wanted, that must sound horrible but it excited me so much that would go home after school and rub my clit, masturbating to the thought of all the all the boys at school and how they would line up with their cocks in their hands ready to fuck me if I wanted them to. If only you could have known all my fantasies back then, oh, then we could have had some fun! But that was my fetish at the time, being unreachable to all the boys who would have given their left arm to fuck me and then when I had the chance of sneaking off and getting pounded by random guys on the weekend." As she spoke her chest heaved with her growing lust at the memory of her sexual education at the hands of men that she would sneak off and meet in some secluded area for casual sex.
Her confession of sexual misconduct and perversion earlier this evening was actually the catalyst for my fantasy coming true. Alyssa had come over to visit me since my parents were out of town and both of us were home from college, she had come prepared to spend the night with a small gym bag, which was a normal thing for her to do; we spent the night at each others' houses all the time. But tonight things had gone very differently from the last times we had had sleepovers. Tonight she asked me if I wanted to know her biggest secret. Naturally, I assumed it was something tame like a confession about her smoking weed at college or something. So I laughed and said,
"Sure, what's your biggest secret? Wait, you were on the grassy knoll, right?" I joked.
