[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery/)
[Part 2: Dalliance](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npy7g/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_2_dalliance/)
[Part 3: Descent](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p07s2/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_3_descent/)
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So there we were. Top row of our high school football stadium, our homecoming game laid out before us, the city lights beyond, surrounded by hundreds of screaming fans. Drew leaned against me, panting, trying to do so quietly without drawing attention to herself. She clutched my forearm under the blanket we shared. My fingers, soaked in the juice from the orgasm I’d just given her, continued to slowly massage, pinch, and roll her clit inside her jeans. Her hips bucked and rolled softly–something else she tried to conceal–and in spite of her best efforts, a quiet moan escaped her lips.
“*Ooh…* Please… I need more,” she whispered. “*Please…*” she moaned as I rolled her clit again.
“Then follow me,” I said, and gave her clit one final, soft pinch as I slipped my hand out of her pants. Drew quietly redid the button on her jeans and sat up. I grabbed her hand and led her down the bleachers. As we descended, our team completed a pass for a touchdown.
“Score,” I said cheekily in Drew’s ear against the roar of the crowd. I matched her beaming grin as we reached the bottom of the stands and made our way to the exit, still hand-in-hand.
We all but ran to my car.
“Where to?” I asked once we were inside. “Can’t be my place… Nosy sisters.”
“My parents are home,” Drew said, looking crestfallen.
“Back seat?” I suggested.
“How romantic,” Drew said, her voice as dripping with sarcasm as her pussy had felt under my fingers. “Wait. I’ve got it. My mom’s studio!”
Drew’s mother was a professional photographer who owned her own studio. She kept a bed there, using it for staged photos as well as a place to stay when working long hours. And Drew had a key, provided by her mother so she could help out after school.
“Perfect,” I said. Drew screamed and giggled adorably as I said down rubber peeling out of the stadium lot.
I honestly don’t remember much about the 15 minute or so drive from the school stadium to the studio. Drew and I made small talk and tried to make each other groan with cheesy dirty talk. The only event of note was that about the time we pulled onto the street where the studio was, Drew reached over, put both hands on my cock through my jeans, looked me directly in the eyes and said “Tonight, this is all mine.”
I have never been harder in my life.
We pulled into the strip mall where Drew’s mother leased space for her studio. The place was deserted, most of the town attending the homecoming game. I parked and we ran to the door, laughing. As Drew fumbled for her keys, I busied myself feeling her body. My hands ran over her tits, across her stomach, over her hips, and to her crotch. My cock bumped her ass as I pulled her body back to meet mine. I watched as Drew bit her lip with pleasure, holding back laughter. The key turned in the lock, we slipped inside, and Drew locked the door behind us.
We made our way to the room at the back of the studio that held the bed. Our progress was slow, due to the fact that we were making out heavily.
We finally made it to the bedroom, and we paused. My heart was pounding as Drew and I looked at each other, half with desire and half with nerves. Finally, she spoke.
“Get these things off me,” she said as she moved toward me, raising her arms above her head and popping a hip to stand there seductively.
“Gladly,” I said. I slipped off her shirt and stared at the bra she wore, barely holding back her enormous tits. Her jeans went next, baring the adorable white cotton panties I had slid my hand into earlier. I unhooked her bra and was pleasantly surprised: the tits I had expected to droop a bit under their own weight were almost unbelievably perky. They were as tan as the rest of her, hinting at a topless tanning session, and her perfect nipples were the color of milk chocolate. I cupped one and bent down to place her nipple in my mouth. A soft moan escaped Drew when I began to suck, and a small gasp and titter as I applied light pressure with my teeth. I slid my fingers inside the waistband of her panties once more, and slid them down her legs. Her pussy was gorgeous, smooth as silk. I stepped back to admire her and felt my desire for her rise. She stood there, proud, hiding nothing.
”What is it?” she ventured nervously after a few moments.
“Holy fuck,” were my only words as I picked her up, threw her on the bed, and spread her legs.
“Hey! Hold on a minute, you’re not naked, that’s not f- *aaah*,” she moaned as my tongue found her clit. I licked her, slowly, and her hips began to buck and roll again. Her breath came in soft moans and gasps as I let my tongue play with her clit, first licking slowly with a flat width, then flicking quickly with the tip. She locked her legs behind my back, and her fingers intertwined with my hair, unintentionally–but luckily–pressing her tits together with her arms. I started lapping faster and harder as I led her to climax. Her hips bucked harder and she pulled my hair, screaming my name, her body taut and quivering, as she came for the second time that night.
“What’s not fair?” I asked cockily as I rose from between her legs. Her sweet juices covered my entire face below the nose. She giggled again, enjoying her afterglow, and caught her breath. I propped myself on my elbows above her, kissing her stomach, her tits, her pussy.
“Alright, alright. My turn,” she said, pushing me off of her and the bed. She almost tore my t-shirt as she threw it over my head. With a finger, she traced my pecs, my abs. “You know, I’ve seen these before… but never in this context,” she said, biting her lip.
“There’s more where that came from,” I teased.
“Oh I’m counting on it,” she said. She maintained eye contact as she undid my belt, fumbled the button of my jeans apart. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she cooed, as she knelt in front of me and reached inside the waistband of my boxers to grab the base of my cock. Then she pushed my jeans and boxers down as one.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly. For a few moments, she simply stared at my throbbing cock, mere inches away from her open mouth. Then her eyes slowly rose to meet mine, and she swallowed.
“Jesus Christ, dude. Am I in a porno?” she said. I couldn’t help but laugh, and she joined in. “Seriously, don’t you need a license for a weapon like that?”
I laughed again. “You just going to talk about it, or are you going to have some fun with it?”
Her eyes dropped to focus on my cock. “I’m sure as hell going to try,” she said. She slowly kissed the tip. Her tongue slid along the bottom of the shaft, from base to tip, along the sides, as she softly coated my cock in a thin layer of her saliva. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. It felt glorious, having her lovingly caress my member with her mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity of her teasing, she stopped and took a deep breath. Looking up at me, she said, “There’s no way I’m taking this… but here goes nothing.” And she slipped her lips around my cock.
She worked her mouth slowly but surely down the shaft, tongue massaging below. About halfway down, she abruptly stopped, eyes wide. She looked up at me with a pleading light in her big brown eyes, held her position as long as she could, and backed out, gasping for breath.
“Is that okay?” she asked shyly. “I mean, I did my best.”
“It was amazing,” I replied.
“Good.” She smiled impishly. “’Cause I’m doing it again.” She began to suck again, slowly gaining speed. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her hips swayed and her tits bounced slightly as she found her rhythm. I gathered her hair in my fist in a makeshift ponytail, and used it to guide her head. Every so often, she looked up at me with a shy look, smiled–as best she could with my cock in her mouth–and went back to her blowjob with eagerness. To this day, she claims it was the first blowjob she’s ever given. I still don’t believe her.
Just before I came, I grabbed her by her cheeks and slid her mouth off my cock. She laughed giddily, continuing to stroke my cock slowly. “Good?” she said.
“Hell yes,” I replied. She giggled again, giving me one of the clearest memories of that night: Drew, on her knees, tits heaving as she caught her breath, giggling as she stroked my cock.
Without warning I pulled her to her feet. I kissed her deeply. Her arms wrapped around me and she pressed her naked body to mine. Without breaking the kiss, I pushed her slowly toward the bed. I gently laid her down and took my place above her. She stroked my cock as she spread her legs.
“Yes?” I said.
“Slow,” she said, as she guided my cock to her. She was still as wet as she could be, and I felt her tighten against me as I thrust. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “Oh God, oh God, oh God….” With every centimeter I slid in, her eyes got wider. She held my gaze with her own, a pleading look in her eyes. She gripped my back, my arms, put a hand on my chest, anywhere she could lay a hand. Her pussy tightened and loosened, spasming as she tried to accommodate the cock sliding slowly into her.
And then it was done. Drew lay beneath me, eyes wide, clutching me for dear life, and I began to thrust.
“*Ohhh*…” Drew moaned. “Faster… I want it faster…” I didn’t change my pace. “Faster… *Oh God*… Faster, damnit, faster! *Please!*” she panted and begged. Still I slid my cock slowly in and out. “*Oh fuck, please, please! Faster!”
I gradually increased my pace. Drew kept panting and gasping. I couldn’t make out any words at this point. Her hips bucked under me. Her nails dug into my back, and she locked her legs with mine, ankles behind my knees. One hand rose to cup the back of my neck.
I don’t know how long it lasted, but eventually Drew’s breath came faster, her moans grew louder until they became screams, her body began to quiver and she arched her back as I gave her her third and final orgasm of the night.
As her breath returned to normal I kissed her deeply and my hand massaged her breast.
“Alright, where am I finishing?” I asked breathlessly.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked. “All over me. Make me yours.” Her eyes held that mischievous light once more.
Without another word I started thrusting again, working myself toward orgasm. Drew moaned my name and panted, “Fuck me, fuck me.” Just before I came, I pulled out and jerked myself to orgasm.
The first rope went directly into Drew’s open, waiting mouth. The rest covered her from chin to pussy; by the time it was done, her tanned and toned body was absolutely drenched in come. I still can’t believe how much I came that night, and it stands today as the most impressive cumshot I’ve ever given someone.
Breathlessly, I collapsed beside Drew, and we both giggled, enjoying the afterglow of our night. Eventually, I rolled back onto one arm to get another look at my handiwork and admire Drew’s nudity. She stretched luxuriously, placed one hand on the back of my neck and another on my chest, and with a smile, said:
“Well it’s about damn time we did that.”
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