Camren smut (g!p)

The Bonfire (Lauren g!p)

Question: If you inherited one million dollars, what would you do with it?

The heat of the bonfire warmed my hands as Marielle slightly nudged me. "Look straight ahead." I slightly nodded, waited for a couple of seconds, and glanced up, peering over the flames of the raging bonfire. Sitting on a stump in between a group of other seniors sat Lauren, who seemed to be glancing back, her green eyes sharply reflecting the fire's dim light.

Somewhere among the circle, a girl yelled in rejoice as she passed out bottles of soda and beer. I politely declined a beer and reached for a coke, my eyes still focused on Lauren, who, seemingly embarrassed, had turned away when she caught my gaze. 

"Somebody likes you," Marielle chimed.

I shook my head and took a swing of my coke. "Nah, she was probably just lost in thought." Marielle giggle slightly, nudged me again with her shoulder, and turned to Sandra to continue their conversation about the hottest new clubs in town. I shook my head, attempting to force Lauren away from my thoughts; I failed.

After a while of laughing and talking, someone decided to start up a new activity, skinny dipping in the ocean. Drunk girls tore off their shirts and slipped down to their shorts while lustful guys struggled to run after the girls in the loose beach sand. People screamed, laughed, and went quiet as suddenly as another mouth was on theirs. I slowly rose to my feet and looked around the bonfire at the remaining people; only three people remained, including me. I sighed and began to walk to the ocean.

Refusing to engage in the drunken activities, I sat down at the edge of the water, allowing the cold ocean waves to lightly lap at my toes. I turned when I heard soft footsteps, my eyes falling onto Lauren. She slowly lowered herself beside me. "Sorry about earlier, I was... deep in thought." She was talking about when she was staring at me.

"No, no. It's all good." My cheeks became flushed as I ran my finger through the sand, hoping that she would leave. She didn't.

We talked for what must have been an half an hour, brushing over every seemingly available topic; school, work, home, colleges, etc. After we ran out of topics, both of our eyes began to focus on the ocean swarmed with lustful teens, some swimming, some playing, some making out. The sight of all my classmates made me think back to freshman year, the year my crush for Lauren began to develop.

While I was deep in thought, I felt Lauren get closer. My heart raced and my blood pumped wildly throughout my body, where it seemed to stop at one place. I could feel my underwear dampen. I turned to face Lauren and began to stare at her face. Her jade eyes gleamed in the dimmest of light, and the shine of the bonfire was just enough to emphasize her face underneath her layers of freckles.

She smiled, her eyes wrinkling. I attempted to look away, but something stopped me. Something soft, tugging onto my lips; her lips. She was kissing me! Her lips at first were soft, gentle, and closed, but that all quickly changed. Her lips began to part, and I could only go along for the ride. I could feel her tongue lightly caress my lips. then enter into my mouth. I was shocked. I held on for dear life, making memory of every little thing; how she tasted like soda, how her lips were like satin, how her kiss was soft, yet purposeful. It was perfect.

I began to respond, my tongue colliding with hers. Her breathing began to become heavy, as did mine. Her hand held onto the back of my head with her fingers gently wrapped around my hair. I groaned in pleasure, knowing how far I was willing to go with her. Knowing that I was willing to go all the way.

Her other hand slid up my stomach, ruffling my thin, white tank top. Her fingers crept underneath my tank top and continued to softly scrape my skin. More moans escaped me. She laid her hand gently on top of my bra, slightly squeezing my breast.

"Is this okay?" she mumbled.

"Yes," I moaned.

She slowly got up, and all of my senses dulled. Were we done? She extended her hand and grasped mine, carefully helping me up. We weren't done. She led me into the collection of trees by the end of the beach. After we had ventured far enough into the forest. I giggled as she laid down her t-shirt on the ground. I took keenly to the idea of undressing. I smiled and began to lift my tank top slowly over my head. She then reached around her back to unclasp her bra, I started to do the same.

"No, I'll do it if you want." I nodded to Lauren as she came closer, pressed herself against my chest, and unclasped my bra. She gently removed the lacy clothing item, and stepped back, lost of breath. I never found my small breasts to be beautiful, but she clearly did. She began to unbutton her jeans. Once they were off, she took off her underwear. Her cock fell out, hard and big, at least five inches. I moaned with pleasure and removed my shorts and underwear to reveal my pussy.

Lauren gently laid me onto her clothes. Her lips closed around my hardened nipple, gently running over it again and again while the other hand led it's thumb to massage my other nipple. I moaned in pleasure, as did she.

"Please, I need you." I whimpered. Pleasure and lust had taken over my body.

Lauren angled the tip of her hard dick into the opening of my wet pussy. She brought her thumb to my throbbing clit, and, instead of rubbing, took her other thumb and placed them on either side. I had only masturbated with the the rubbing technique, and I was curious. She began to switch to each thumb, then using her fingers for a quicker motion.

I cried out in pleasure, and she began to push inside me. I screamed as she thrust her big cock inside of me and began to pull in and out, all while massaging my clit. She leaned over me and met my lips with hers. I was already close to coming, and the pleasure was almost too much to handle.

She groaned and began to whisper. "You're so fucking hot. So... fucking... hot..." She continued to thrust, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. Suddenly, she pulled out. "I want to feel that ass."

I nodded and whispered, "Anything for you, Daddy." She picked me up by my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. She powerfully thrust her cock into my ass. Screams left my mouth, both of pain and pleasure. My clit begged for attention, so I crept my fingers down to my pussy. I began playing with my clit, noticing how much larger it had gotten.

"No!" Lauren redirected my hand to her balls, and I began to massage them. I was her slave now.

My body convulsed in pleasure. "I'm cumming!" I yelled. "So am I baby." She waited for me to finish, then she flipped me over, positioned her cock over my stomach and came. Her cum covered my stomach, the sticky fluid seeping from my side. She sighed and looked at me, "It's your turn to be in control now."

I knew exactly what I wanted. "Lick my pussy." Lauren did as she was told. She slowly lowered her face between my legs. "Do as I say," I muttered.

"Yes, my Sex Queen."

"Lick!" Lauren ran her tongue over my clit. "Again!" She began to eagerly lap at my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Stop! Give me your dick."

"But it's soft." Lauren seemed confused, but I knew what I wanted.

"Now Lauren!" I was going to make her cock hard again. She was my sex slave now.

I placed my mouth over her dick, tugging and sucking. Her cock was all I wanted, but it wasn't hardening. 

"I can use my fingers," she said.

"That'll do." Lauren slipped down to my pussy as I spread my legs widely. "Now!" Her fingers plunged into my warm and wet pussy, moving in a fast and steady motion. "Lick!" She began to lap at my clit while pumping me with her fingers. The pleasure coursed through my body. She was mine.

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So it turns out Shay Mitchell isn't straight. I can almost hear the Hallelujah chorus.