They're no sooner through the front door—it's still standing open, in fact—when Brittany pushes Sam up against the wall of the foyer and starts unbuckling his belt, announcing, "I have been waiting so long for this!"

In reality it's been less than twenty-four hours since Brittany last had her hands (among body parts) on Sam's dick. But, to be fair, sitting through a whole day of school knowing her favorite thing in the world is super close yet totally off limits is very stressful.

"Oh, fuck, Britt." Sam leans back against the wall as his girlfriend opens his jeans and pushes them down past his hips. He's vaguely aware that he should care that anyone who might happen to walk by could theoretically see what she's doing to him—though, actually, that knowledge is kind of a turn-on. Any guy in the world would kill to be him right now, he thinks, as Brittany gets down on her knees in front of him. Any girl too, probably.

Brittany licks her lips as she admires Sam's cock. It's not that she doesn't love, and sometimes still miss, Santana's pussy, but there's something about a hard, thick cock that's just…well, there's no substitute for it. Or…there are substitutes, but they're honestly not as good. And Sam's is the prettiest one she's ever seen. Some people might say she just thinks so because she went so long without any, but then those people probably haven't seen Sam's.

It's thick and long and so solid and, like, heavy, but it still stands up so straight, like it's really strong, really alert, really eager. It turns the prettiest shade of bright pink when it's really excited. And it twitches, just a little, when she breathes hard on it.

Yep, definitely Brittany's favorite thing in the whole wide world. And she's so horny right now. Seeing Sam's dick, after a long time of not, does that to her. She wants more than anything to jump on it and let him fuck her senseless. But, still, she can't quite resist tasting it first.

Just a little, she tells herself. Just a quick little taste before she climbs him like a tree and drops down on his cock, burying it inside herself. Just one teeny, tiny little lick.

But who is she kidding? That first little lick across his slit tastes so good, so warm and masculine, and how can she stop when she's just had a hint? Before she even remembers her whole just-one-lick plan she's got her lips wrapped around the shaft and she's sucking on it hard.

Sam groans. This is by far not the first time Brittany has gone down on him, but he still can't believe how much she actually likes it. She's down there on her knees moaning like crazy like she's the one getting pleasured. It's…it's mind-blowing, really.

And his mind isn't the only thing that's going to blow.

He absolutely shouldn't blow yet. He knows this. Brittany's only been sucking him for like a minute or two.

But, in his defense, Sam's been popping boners on and off all day, because every time he'd see Brittany she'd talk about everything she was planning on doing to him this weekend, and on three separate occasions she guided his hand up under her skirt and inside her panties so he could feel how wet she was just thinking about it. And then the drive over here! Even without touching her at all (Brittany's a scary enough driver without added distractions), he was rock hard pretty much the entire time thanks to Brittany's dirty mouth…her dirty and talented mouth, which he's now enjoying.

That's the real reason he shouldn't blow so soon. Not because it's embarrassing to be able to last such a short time—which it would be if Brittany didn't always take it as a compliment—but because of what she was saying in the car, about needing his dick in her pussy right away. Which, you know, sounds really good to him too. So even though what she's doing now feels really, really good, he has to be careful not to enjoy it too much.

But, god, how can he not? Brittany's sucking him so hard, and she's got this perfect rhythm of alternating between the head and the shaft, and she's stroking him and kneading his balls, and it's just amazing.

Knowing he's licked, Sam realizes the only way to control himself is to get Brittany to stop what she's doing. "Britt," he forces himself to say. "Britt, wait."

She doesn't stop, though. She doesn't even slow down, not even a little.

Sam tries again. "Fuck, Britt, if you keep that up I'm gonna…I'm gonna…oh, fuck…"

Brittany perks up and starts sucking even harder. She knows what Sam is gonna, even without him finishing his sentence, and she wants him to more than anything. His dick is her favorite thing in the world, but what comes out of it is her second-favorite, and she wants a big, creamy load of it in her mouth so bad.

Oh no, Brittany didn't hear his warning and she's not going to stop. Sam should try again, but…but… "Oh god!" he braces himself against the wall and bucks up into her warm, wet mouth.

Brittany squeals in delight when she feels the first blast of hot, salty cum hit the roof of her mouth. It tastes so good; she can never get enough. It's shooting into her mouth in such strong bursts. She loves that, it means Sam really needed the release, it means she's making him feel as good as he's making her feel.

She doesn't swallow it right away. She waits until the spurting stops and then she gives one last little suck just to make sure she got it all. Then she closes her eyes and rolls her head around, letting the tangy cum coat every part of the inside of her mouth. So thick and delicious, she loves it. Finally she swallows it with a satisfied groan.

Opening her eyes, she looks up to smile at her adorable boyfriend. But…wait, he isn't smiling. "Why aren't you smiling, Sammy?"

He strokes her hair and says, "I'm sorry, Brittany."

"Sorry? For what?"

"Because I came too soon. I know you wanted me to fuck you."

"Yeah, but what do you think we have the house to ourselves all weekend for?" Technically her parents didn't go away for the weekend just so she could sex up her boyfriend for two and a half days straight, but it's the only aspect of their trip that she's interested in. Honestly she can't even remember where they said they were going.

"But you said you wanted it right away."

"I know I'm impatient, Sammy, but that only took like a minute."

Sam's about to object that he's pretty sure he lasted more than one minute, but of course that's not the point. "Yeah, but now I'm not ha-…ha-…" Oh god! Oh god, she's sucking him again already. It's too soon! No, it's too much! He grabs two fistfuls of her hair and stammers, "Wha-…what…"

"I'm helping you get hard again, obviously," she explains, beaming at him.

And then she lowers her head to his cock again, and he tries to back away but he can't because the wall is in his way. She slurps the tip back up into her mouth, and Sam manages to shout, "No!" and pull her head back.

She gives him this puzzled look. "What's wrong?"

"You can't do that yet, baby. I just came and…"

Still with the puzzled look.

"It's too…Well, like, how would you like it if I made you come, and then right after that I started sucking on your clit?"

"God, that sounds amazing." Just the suggestion sends a gush of fluids straight to her pussy. "Will you do that sometime this weekend, Sammy? Please?"

Damn it, Sam keeps forgetting that girls' orgasms are totally different from guys'. Or at least Brittany's are. "Yeah, of course I will, baby. But my dick doesn't work like that. It's really sensitive after I come, and—"

"But you want it to be sensitive, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't feel anything and then it wouldn't be any fun for you at all."

"It's too sensitive, though, and…" God, Sam has no idea how to describe how overwhelming it is to be touched there right now. "It just needs to rest a while. I'm sorry."

Brittany makes a pouty face at him. It's not like this is entirely news to her—although she tends to forget this sort of thing, other guys have told her the same thing before. It's just that none of them had dicks quite as tempting as Sam's. "Can I at least do other stuff to you?" she asks hopefully.

"Yeah. Yeah, totally." Sam notices, as if for the first time, that they're in the foyer with the front door wide open. Jesus Christ, what were they thinking? He slides along the wall and, after checking the sidewalk for passersby, quickly pulls the door shut. "Or maybe I could maybe do some stuff to you? Like up in your room?"

Brittany nods eagerly. "I love stuff. It's like my fave." In one swift motion she pulls Sam's jeans and underwear down to his ankles. "Off," she orders.

Sam kicks his sneakers off first and then steps out of his pants. He had been planning on just pulling them up so he wouldn't trip going up the stairs, but this works too. Brittany picks them up once he's out of them, which is kind of surprising because she's not exactly the tidiest person he knows. What really surprises him, though, is when she opens the door and chucks them out into the rosebushes. "Britt!" he protests.

"Trust me," she says, winking at him, "you're not going to need them until Monday morning."

There are all kinds of reasonable objections Sam could make to this—like the fact that it's supposed to rain all weekend and he's kind of going to need dry pants for school, or the fact that those roses have thorns that probably aren't doing his jeans any favors—but he doesn't have it in him to do any more than groan softly and chase his girlfriend up the stairs to her bedroom.

She's a couple steps higher than he is, putting her ass at right about his eye level. This reminds him that she actually hinted that she might let him do her in the ass this weekend! He's never done anyone in the ass—he'd never even considered it a real possibility until Brittany brought it up—and to say he's excited about the prospect is a huge understatement. He's probably not actually going to need that much of a break after all.

As soon as they're up in her room, Sam bends her over the bed and flips her Cheerios skirt up onto her back. He loves the sight of her ass like that, covered in the stretchy red Spandex or whatever that fabric is. Brittany moans and rubs herself against the edge of the mattress. "Thank god you're not actually going to make me wait," she says.

"Not too long," Sam says, pulling her spanks and panties down to her knees. He kneels behind her and just looks. Her ass, Jesus. It's even better without the Spandex. So round. It's toned from all her dancing and cheering, but it still looks soft. The skin, especially, looks soft. He places one hand on each cheek and it feels even softer than it looks.

"Are you gonna put it in my butt, Sammy?" Brittany asks. "Because I'm into that, but I really, really want it in my pussy first."

"Don't worry, I'm gonna put it in your pussy. You just have to be a little patient, baby."

Brittany doesn't like being patient, and she whines a little. But what starts out as a whine of frustration soon turns to a whine of pleasure as she feels Sam's mouth on her inner thigh. His hands continue to stroke her ass while his mouth moves up until his tongue is lapping at her wet folds, then poking through and circling her clit.

A gush of Brittany's arousal floods Sam's senses. She's so warm and slippery inside, and her scent and taste have him light-headed. But it's probably her whining more than anything that has him fully hard again so soon. She just sounds so desperate. Desperate for him. No one has ever sounded like that because of him before.

He's well on his way to being desperate for her too, even though he just came a few minutes ago. But he's not quite at that point yet, and since she's not exactly complaining, he keeps going with his mouth. He gradually gets more insistent, more forceful, until his tongue is thrusting in and out of her cunt. She starts trying to hump the mattress at this, and he realizes there's nothing touching her clit anymore, which he remedies with two fingers.

Brittany immediately comes undone at that. Sam's tongue gets squeezed inside her clenching walls and coated with her slick fluids. She shrieks into the mattress, and Sam can feel her scream reverberate through her insides.

Unlike Sam, Brittany doesn't require any recovery time after an orgasm. So as soon she stops screaming, Sam stands up and nudges her legs a little farther apart. Without any further preliminaries, he slides his dick inside her pussy.

"Sammy," she gasps. "So good."

"Uh-huh," he agrees. He finds it difficult to carry on much of a conversation at times like this, times when he can't really think in words, times when all he can do is feel the incredibly hot, wet cunt squeezing around his dick as he slams it in again and again.

"So good," Brittany mutters again. Having to wait all day for Sammy's dick to be inside her was super difficult, but it was worth it because it's there now and it's so good. She loves his cock so much. She loves how thick it is, how much it stretches and fills her, how it drags across her clit with every movement he makes. She loves how long it is, how it slams into this secret spot way far inside her that can't be reached with a tongue or fingers or anything else.

She loves how it's making her come already.

"Don't stop!" she manages to tell him before the sounds coming out of her revert to incoherent screams as she clutches the sheets and bucks back against him for all she's worth.

Sam knows what don't stop means: it means Brittany doesn't want him to come yet because she's got more than one orgasm waiting to get out. He doesn't know if she has any idea how difficult it is for him to hold off when she's screaming like that and her pussy is spasming around him like it is. Sometimes he doesn't manage it—luckily she never gets mad—but he at least has a fighting chance this time since he just came such a short time ago. He just keeps slamming into her while trying not to notice how amazing her walls gripping his cock feel.

Brittany's orgasm subsides just long enough to give her a chance to catch her breath. Sam doesn't let up, because he's super good at fucking her just how she needs it, and one particular thrust hits her just right, and she's off again. Her throat is sore from screaming—which makes her think of how soothing a nice fresh load of cum would feel in it—and all she can do is whimper and bite down on the sheets as her body convulses with its third orgasm.

As she nears the very peak she senses that this is going to be it for her (for a while), and she manages to plead, "Sammy, Sammy, please come in me."

Thank god. Sam didn't know how much longer he could last, even if he did come earlier. He grips her hips tightly and allows himself to really feel the next couple…three…four more thrusts before finally releasing his load with a groan and a shudder.

"Oh, god, yes," Brittany mutters. That gush of warm, creamy cum blasting inside her just as she hits her climax…god, it's the best. She feels so warm and content after. Sleepy.

Sam slumps over on her back and they both just lie there for a minute, breathing heavily. Finally, Sam suggests, "Nap?"

It's like he can read Brittany's mind. "Uh huh," she mutters happily. "Take off your shirt first," she adds, pulling off her own Cheerios top and then her bra. Leaving some clothes on during sex is one thing—sometimes there's too much urgency to bother taking them all off—but cuddle-naps pretty much have to be naked.

Sam drops his t-shirt on the floor and curls up around his girlfriend on the bed. She's already asleep before he pulls the blanket over them, and he follows her really shortly after.