Max sat in the diner waiting for Chloe, tapping away at her phone while customers buzzed around her paying her no notice. She occasionally glanced up at the door when the bell rang to check if her friend had arrived but was inevitably left disappointed. How late is she going to be?
Putting down her phone she decided to preoccupy herself with other things, turning her thoughts to the last message she read from Warren asking after her about going APE this weekend. She was looking forward to it despite how crazy things had gotten lately, eager to spend some quality time with her other friend. Warren and her hadn't really hung out properly since Chloe crashed back into her life so it'd be nice to make it up to him.
Almost involuntarily her mind conjured images of how she would apologize for abandoning him for Chloe, her guilty conscience forming images of how APE the two of them would be willing to go the next time they met up.
She pictured Warrens face as he fell onto the bed, staring up in wonder as she leapt on top of him to smother him in kisses, tearing his shirt from his chest to rub her small hands over his shoulders. She could almost feel his own hands circle around her back pulling her against him, their lips locking together as they explored one another with their tongues. Max would take the initiative and shove him against the mattress, crawling down the bed to unbuckle his trousers and pull out his penis to take him into her mouth. She'd have a lot of making up to do, she thought imagining herself delivering one hell of a blow job.
In her minds eyes she saw him object, tell her she didn't need to, she'd insist, he'd relent because of course he's a boy and I'm sucking his dick. Why would he say no? No, Warrens not like most guys. But he'd still give up without too much hassle. Max giggled under her breath as she imagined him putting his hands on the back of her head pushing her harder against his lap, thrusting his cock into her throat until he came. Maybe this time I should swallow all of it, she promised herself, having not managed to take a full load into her mouth without almost choking before now.
Warren would look at her like she was the hottest girl who'd ever sucked his cock and they'd make out, sharing his cum as they undressed beneath the bedsheets. Max pulled up her mental image of Warrens naked body, scrawny but buff in all the right places, a good looking geek. She always got nervous being so close to his nakedness being so self conscious about herself and her body, but he always put her at ease by kissing her cheek (and sometimes her breasts).
As she sat staring out the window her breath hitched as she imagined the pair of them tussling in the bed, bodies melding together as their hands explored each other's sensitive regions. She inhaled sharply as Warrens imaginary fingers probed her wet entrance, her own hands wrapped around his cock massaging his length until he was as hard and an iron rod. "Put it in" she whispered to herself, the mental image shifting until Warren was on top of her primed against her pussy lips. She bit her bottom lip as he penetrated her, her feet interlocking behind his back pulling his further inside. She heard his moans in her ears as he rocked against her slowly, building up momentum until the bed was squeaking underneath them as they went APE together all afternoon.
Max leant back against the seat in the diner closing her eyes, her breath labored and panting softly as her legs rubbed together trying to get some friction between her thighs. She crossed her arms over her chest to quell the urges to touch herself in a public place, but continued to allow her daydream of Warren to progress until he was on the verge of ejaculating inside her imaginary fertile womb. Make me pregnant, her metal self cried in blissful orgasm, their hips fusing as two (three) sets of voices sighed in satisfaction. The photographer opened her eyes looked around the room checking to see if the diner remained oblivious to the horny teenager. What if Warren one day did knock me up? Our kid would be such a geek, she chuckled.
"Everything alright Max?" Joyce asked as she approached her table note pad in hand.
Max turned red as the blonde waitress arrived, shoving away her dirty thoughts lest they give something away in her expression. "Yeah," she stammered clamping her thighs together, only now fully aware of how damp her panties were underneath her jeans. "No, I'm just…waiting for Chloe. How are you doing today Joyce?"
"I'm very well, thanks for asking" she replied warmly. "Is there anything I can get you while you're waiting? We got some of the blueberry pancakes you like."
Oh, I would kill for some pancakes right now. "That'd be great. Thanks" Max answered.
Joyce nodded as she strode onwards to her next customer, leaving Max to watch her walk away. The photographer found herself tilting her head to steal a look at Joyce's curved ass and luscious long legs, the sight making her mouth run dry. It was a guilty secret that Max had been attracted to Chloe's mom in some form ever since she was a kid. She knew it was wrong and had hoped she'd grown out of it. But shed grown up now and was still admiring the older woman's legs unhealthily.
She pried her eyes away to snap her mind out of the gutter, reminding herself Joyce was Chloe's mom and it was wrong to think about her like that. But damn how amazing would it be to get in between those gorgeous thighs. I wonder how she would taste?
Oh crap, she mentally slapped herself as her next thought was exactly that; her face planted between Joyce's juicy thighs eating out the milf like she was buffet. She could picture her naked body clear as day trembling above her as her tongue lapped up at her folds like a puppy dog, her hands grasping her inner thighs holding her hips steady to enjoy the savory meal. Joyce's face contorted in wonder as she stared down at the talented young girl, her chest heaving as she gasped and moaned a symphony of pleasure through Max's ears.
The photographer sat bolt upright in her seat, her face flushed as the fantasy made her body heat up rather uncomfortably. Oh god, stop thinking about her like that! She willed herself trying to force Joyce out of her thoughts. But that simply threw fuel for the fire as her brain played her an image of the waitress cumming all over the girl's face, her warm sticky fluids showering Max's head before she crawled up and kissed the milf, sharing her nectar while her hands…
No! Stop thinking about her like this. It's wrong, that's Chloe's mom. Think about something else, someone else. Warren! Think of Warren. Sweet, kind, handsome Warren and his amazing cock.
As she wanted Warren did indeed renter her thoughts, materializing behind her to thrust his cock into her pussy holding her shoulders tightly. Max rocked on all fours as the young boy fucked her rhythmically, his soft grunting mixing with her labored breathing as she closed her eyes. Unfortunately the moment was made worse when Joyce returned to cup the girl's breasts, circling her hard nipples with her tongue eliciting more moans from Max's lips, her body pressing against her as the boy sandwiched her between her two lovers.
"Oh my god" Max whimpered in the corner of her booth, her breath shaky as she trapped her hands between her legs to stop them from rapping the table uncontrollably. The daydream was getting too intense for her now, taking on a life of its own commanding her body to obey its urges. She gritted her teeth and covered her mouth to stifle a moan as she mentally climaxed in-between her classmate and her best friends mother, her jeans getting damp from the leaking fluids threatening to gush out of her uncomfortable crotch. I can't! I can't…
She abruptly stood up and scrambled out of the booth, her wild eyes darting around at the strangers looks the patrons were giving her as she stood awkwardly in the diner feeling very exposed. Her thighs rubbed together trying to stem the burning in her loins long enough for her to brisket walk across the room towards the back where the toilets were. "You alright luv?" Joyce's voice called out from behind the counter.
Max hesitated just before the door, taking a deep breath before replying "I'm fine Joyce. I just need to…" cum "..pee. I'll just be round back."
"You're going to need the key then. I just cleaned them out and hadn't got around to reopening them." Max looked back to see her holding the small toilet key in her palm. Reluctantly she back pedaled her way to the counter to accept the item, avoiding the older woman's gaze as her cheeks flushed red , her mind still in the gutter with an image of Max kissing the milf while Warren slipped into her backdoor, cock slick with her juices. "You okay Max?" Joyce asked her worried seeing how flushed she was.
"Just…bathroom" Max squeaked, her loins so uncomfortable she thought she was going to explode as she jogged through the back into the toilet hastily unlocking the door.
The moment she was inside the cubicle she latched the door shut, falling back against the filthy graffiti stained walls to undo her jeans. In her mind a dozen images of herself, Joyce and Warren in compromising situations filled her thoughts, her heart pounding as her pants opened up so she could plunge a hand under her panties between her aching legs. Max cried out in relief as her fingers dived into her soaking wet entrance, her other palm slamming across her mouth when she realized her screamed were getting loud enough to alert the whole street as she worked her pussy furiously, her body shaking violently until a painful, urgent orgasm ripped through her, her screamed echoing across the bathroom threatening to bring the whole roof down around her.
All the tension came flooding out of her in one violent gush, drenching her hands and thighs as she fell back against the cubicle, her hips quaking as everything tingled and quivered. Her legs gave out soon after and she slid down to the floor sighing in relief, her mind finally and mercifully blank. Max sat there in her own cum sweating and panting, her limbs weak and trembling as she closed her eyes and hoped nobody outside in the diner heard her, praying Joyce wouldn't come to investigate and find her in such a state. She was already embarrassed enough.
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