4 comments/ 31348 views/ 35 favorites The Fool's Day Ball By: Kveldulf I pushed the girl with the scarlet feathered mask and matching colored wig into the emergency stairwell as our tongues fought to slip into each other's mouth. When the door shut behind us, she redoubled her efforts with her tongue while moving her hands from my neck to my hair. My hands were not idle either -- I slid them from her sweetly curved hips to her fabulous ass, grabbed it tight, and used it to pull her pelvis against my hard cock. Breaking away from her mouth, I began to kiss her throat and the side of her neck as her hands laced through my hair, threatening to dislodge my own mask. I had not worn a wig as I had figured my mask, which was made of a metallic-looking black plastic and covered my eyes, cheeks and forehead but left my mouth and nose both exposed, would be enough to disguise my identity while leaving me able to kiss and breathe at the same time. This had been especially important to me after the prior year, when I had worn a wolf half-mask that had covered my nose and made kissing and licking various body parts while still disguised quite difficult. "Oh fuck, that feels good," the girl moaned as she ground her crotch against the bulge in my shorts. I was not sure if she meant my lips on her neck or my dick pressed against her, but I was not too worried about it. She was clearly as into this as I was, and even if she wasn't Erin, and I was about 95% sure she was, I knew this year's Fool's Day Ball was likely going to be at least as good, if not better, than last year's. The scarlet-wigged woman used her grip on my hair to pull my face back up so she could kiss me, our lips meshing as she again forced her tongue into my mouth, drawing my thoughts back to the present. Kissing her back with an urgency and passion to match hers, I moved one hand up and under her wig, grabbing a fistful of the hair underneath it. My other hand wandered up to her chest and grasped and squeezed one of her large, firms tits. The girl moaned into my mouth as I found her nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top and started pinching and pulling it lightly. Then, without warning, she forcefully moved my face away from hers, breaking our kiss. She locked her smoldering green eyes on mine as she let go of my hair and took a step back, moving her boobs out of my reach. With a small smile on her lovely face, she reached behind her with one hand while she covered her breasts with her other hand and forearm. Never looking away from me, the hand behind her back untied her bikini top, first across her back, then at her slender neck. She then brought the hand from her neck to her chest before grabbing a handful of bikini top and tit with each hand and squeezing. "Want to see them?" she asked, her eyes shining. "Yes," I managed through my suddenly rapid breathing. The masked woman grinned, then relaxed her hands, letting the bikini top fall away. However, her hands still covered her tits, and I almost stepped forward and yanked them out of the way. Fortunately, before I could do anything, she pushed her breast together, then slid her hands down her stomach, letting her big boobs free. As they settled into their natural place, I stared, mesmerized by the creamy white skin of her breasts, the tan expanse of her large areolas, and the slightly darker firm nipples protruding from them. "Fucking awesome," I whispered, not realizing until I heard my own voice that I was going to say that out loud. The girl smiled and blushed before she stepped up to me again and pulled my face down to one firm nipple. Wasting no time, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked hard as I groped at her other boob with my free hand. "Shit, your cock feels nice and thick," she breathed as one of her hands fondled my erection through my shorts. "Fuck, I hope you're not the Fool," I groaned before switching my mouth to her other nipple. *** Instead of having dorms and fraternities and such, the university I attend uses the British model of residential colleges. Incoming freshmen are randomly assigned to a residential college, in which they will remain a member throughout the rest of their time at the university. For freshmen and sophomores, they are more literally 'in' the residential college, as actually living in the residential hall of the college is mandatory for underclassmen. And while upperclassmen may live off-campus, the residential hall of the college is always a welcoming refuge. But the residential colleges to which a student is assigned does not just provide a place to sleep. Members of the college usually eat together in the dining common, whether they live in the hall or not, and the common areas of the hall are host to all manner of organized and spontaneous social activities. Thus, even juniors and seniors living off-campus spend a fair amount of their precious free time in the residential hall of their college. For the sake of telling this story, I will call my residential college Charlie College. That is not its real name, of course, but it is close enough for us. And while every student at the university thinks his or her college is the best, it is well known that Charlie College students both study and party the hardest. It is also well know, at least within the college, that we have the hottest girls. As a junior, I had thought about getting an off-campus apartment with some friends, but the allure of the social activities at the residential hall, as well as the even more compelling allure of a certain auburn-haired sophomore coed, had led me to decide another year of on-campus living was a very good idea. Erin was the coed's name, and I had met her at the end of her freshman year. This would have normally been unusual, as people in the residential colleges tend to know everyone else, at least in passing. However, somehow I had missed Erin until the last few weeks of the year, but once I saw her, I did not know how I had ever not noticed her. Strictly speaking, she was not my 'type'. I tended to like leaner, more athletic women, and I had always considered guys who salivated over any girl with big tits to be juvenile. So, imagine my surprise when I started obsessing over a girl with a quite large rack. But to be fair, while Erin did not have the 'athletic' body type I typically liked, she was not at all unfit. She was just, well, curvy, I suppose, for lack of a better term. Her large breasts were matched by hips that flowed out from her waist and a firm, rounded ass. And although at 5'4" she was not tall, she still had shapely, toned legs. But, I had never noticed Erin or her luscious body until the warm weather at the end of the school year had led several freshmen female members of Charlie College to put on bikinis and sunbathe on one of the second story balconies. I just happened to be walking by on my way to the front doors of the hall when Erin stood up on the balcony, her auburn hair falling around her shoulders and down her chest, the loose ends of it just covering what I thought were her bare breasts. Shocked, I stood and stared. The young woman looked down and caught me staring, and even at the distance between us, I could see red spread across her cheeks. Still, I stayed in place and took her all in for a moment, noticing the way her flat stomach gave way to nicely curved hips, and how her tight green bikini bottoms formed a tantalizing triangle below her abdomen and between her thighs. The moment lasted maybe a few seconds at most, but it seemed to stretch into hours as we stared at each other. Then, as if by magic, several other bikini-clad freshmen girls appeared and started calling to me. Or rather, to the group of guys around me, which must have formed as I stared at the auburn-haired girl. As the other women on the balcony came to the edge, the object of my attention stepped back, and as she did so, her hair shifted off her chest, revealing a green bikini top to match her bottoms, not the bare tits I had imagined. Still, the fabric of her top was clearly straining to contain her boobs, and for the first time in my life I really understood what other guys saw in girls with big tits. It was not until that weekend that I properly met Erin. I was on my way out of the dining commons when she walked in. We saw each other at about the same time, and both of us stopped in our tracks as we studied the other. When I had seen her on the balcony, I had noticed she looked cute for more than just her body, but until I saw her up close, I had not realized how cute she was. Her soft face was graced with a pair of luscious lips, a small, slightly upturned nose, a splash of freckles across her cheeks, and large, expressive, strikingly green eyes. For her part, Erin stared back at me, and I am not sure how long we might have stayed like that had she not said, "I'm Erin, and my boobs are down here." "What?" I asked, sure I had not heard her correctly. "Most guys stare at my chest," she said, and I realized from her grin that she was teasing me. "You keep staring at my eyes, and it's making me uncomfortable, so here are my boobs." With her last words, she shook her torso, just slightly, but enough to draw my eyes to her chest, where her fairly loose t-shirt did nothing to conceal the size of her tits. "I'm Gavin," I said, looking from her chest back to her eyes. "I have a boyfriend at home, Gavin" Erin told me, again catching me sufficiently off guard that I was not sure that I had heard what I thought I had. "I'm sorry," I responded. "I did not hear what you...." "I have a boyfriend," the auburn-haired girl repeated, "but I like making new friends." With that, she gave me a small wave and walked past me into the dining commons. I turned to watch her go, seeing her ass for the first time. And while the shirt she was wearing was fairly loose, her jeans were not, and the tight denim revealed every inch of her ass and how it kind of shook from side to side as she walked. It was almost as if she was purposely swaying her hips to make it shake that way. I let out a sigh that was perhaps a little louder than I might have wanted it to be, because the girl looked back at me and, for the second time in just a few days, caught me staring at her. I shrugged and smiled, and she responded by shaking her head and biting her bottom lip. I was not sure, but I thought she might have been biting it to keep from grinning back at me. Over the last few weeks of the school year, Erin and I hung out several times, although never alone. By the time we all left for summer break, I could not deny that I had it bad for the cute freshmen, and not just because of her body. We never failed to have fun together, and we spent hours talking and laughing. We did not discuss her boyfriend "at home", and she did not mention the sunbathing incident again, nor talk about her boobs like she had that first time we talked, but I never forgot any of that, and I came to know later that neither did she. When the Fall Semester began the next school year, Erin ran up to me and gave me a big hug the moment she saw me. It was the first time she had really hugged me -- everything before had been just a side hug. As I hugged her back, I asked her whether she still had a boyfriend. The object of my obsession looked up at me and nodded, but I do not think I imagined it that a look of sadness momentarily crossed her face. Erin and I picked up where we had left off, but I thought I noticed a slight difference in her reaction to me. Sometimes when we were talking, I thought she looked at me with an almost wistful expression. And at times when we were just sitting together studying, which we did often, I would have the feeling she was looking at me. However, whenever I would look up, she would be looking down at her books. Finally, she was more physical with me, hugging me frequently and even touching my shoulders, arms or hands when we were together. As the first semester sped along and we got closer to the holidays, my friend grew moody, and not just with me. She snapped at our other friends with little provocation, and by the time we reached December, I was the only person left willing to be with her for any period of time. When she left for home over the holidays, she did so without saying 'goodbye'. She merely texted me that she was leaving and wished me a Merry Christmas. "You deserve to be treated better, Gavin" her roommate Shari said after I told her how Erin had texted me. "We're just friends, you know," I shrugged. "And she's going through something. I know it." "Nobody believes you're just friends, not even you two," Shari scoffed. "I think that's a lot of her problem. If she'd just let herself admit it, I think she'd be a lot happier. I know you would." I shrugged again, but I thought about Shari's words quite a bit over the holidays, and when I returned to school, it was with the intention of pressing Erin to see if she might feel what Shari had seemed to think she felt. However, Erin must have suspected this, because she avoided me whenever possible, and when she could not, she took great pains to make sure we were never alone. This was in stark contrast to how things had been before, and I have to admit that I was hurt and confused, even though I had a suspicion I knew why she was acting the way she was. This all continued over the first eight weeks of the semester, during which time the pretty auburn-haired girl consistently avoided me. It became so bad that I began not to even look for her anymore, and therefore I was surprised when she walked into a room where I was studying by myself. "Hi Erin," I said, expecting her to bolt and leave when she saw I was alone in the room. And for a moment, it looked like she would do exactly that. However, after several seconds had passed, she sat down and placed the book she had been holding on the table. "Hi Gavin," she said, her voice nearly emotionless. "Are you going to the Fool's Day Ball?" It took me a few heartbeats to respond, as I had not at all expected that question. "Probably," I admitted. "It's always fun." "When I heard about it last year, I thought it sounded pretty scary," Erin went on, looking down at the table. "So, I skipped it. But I think I want to go this year -- to see what it's like." "It can get pretty wild," I warned her as I studied her face closely. She was clearly nervous, but I was not sure why. It could have been because we had not really talked in a while. Or, it could have been the subject. But whatever the reason, her unease was obvious. "Yeah, okay," she said, still not looking at me. "I gotta go. Bye." And with that, she rushed out of the room, giving me much to think about. *** The Fool's Day ball is a tradition in Charlie College. It is held every year on the Friday closest to April Fool's Day. It is a masquerade ball, but with a twist. The twist if the Fool. A week or so before the Ball, all sophomore and juniors planning to attend have their names put in a bag. Then, a committee of seniors draws ten names. Those ten names are then put back into the bag and one name is drawn from them. No one but the committee members, and the chosen Fool, knows whose name is drawn. The night of the Fool's Day Ball, everyone in the college (at least, everyone who reserved a spot) puts on masks (and often as little else as possible) and goes to the party. The stated object of the Ball is to discover which other partygoer is the Fool. Well, unless you are the Fool, then your object is twofold -- to stay anonymous and to play a prank on one or more unsuspecting partygoers. The Fool is forbidden to lie about his or her identity, although misdirection is accepted and encouraged. So while the Fool can say all manner of things to make someone think he or she is not the Fool, if asked directly if he or she is the Fool, then the Fool may not lie. Now, this would seem to be a huge advantage to those hunting for the Fool, but there is a cost to making such an accusation falsely. Whereas correctly identifying the Fool garners a 'wish' granted by the Fool, a false accusation allows the person wrongly accused to demand a 'wish' from the accuser. If the Fool remains unidentified until 1:00am, then he or she is celebrated all year until the next Fool's Day Ball, and the Fool is able to choose from a top-floor room in the residential hall the next year, if he or she wishes. If the Fool also manages to play a public prank on a partygoer or partygoers without being caught before the 1:00am safe time, he or she is given the largest and nicest room in the residential hall (a converted attic with private kitchen, bath and game room). The room is so special that only a Fool who earned it may live in it, meaning it is often uninhabited as it is very difficult to remain anonymous and play a very public prank on someone. According to Charlie College history, the Fool's Day Ball began in the late 1930s, shortly after the founding of the college. The Ball has changed over the years, with perhaps the most momentous change coming in the late 60s when the college became coed. At that time, a new side game was introduced to the Ball, one that has no articulated rules and almost resulted in the Fool's Day Ball being banned in the early 90s. The side game is simple. Attendees at the party try to trick their fellow partygoers of the opposite sex (and sometimes of the same sex) into performing oral sex on them. After the act is completed, the person who received the oral sex refuses to reciprocate, often despite prior assurances, and in some cases may ridicule the abilities of the person 'fooled' into going down on them. The person so fooled must walk around the rest of the night with a large red 'F' written on his or her forehead, usually in lipstick. Now, one might assume it would be easy not to get fooled into going down on another person during the Ball, but it is not that simple. The Fool's Day Ball is also the perfect place for people to hook up with other people who they would never hook up with or who they would never have the chance to hook up with otherwise. Put another way, there is a lot of semi-anonymous sucking, licking and fucking that goes on during the Ball. Thus, refusing the advances of another partygoer puts one at risk at not being able to hook up. So, sometimes it is worth the risk to go down on someone else first if one believes that person is sincere in wanting to hook up. It is a game of odds. Well, in the early 90's, a female freshman student (freshmen are the most common prey for being fooled in this way) gave a guy she thought was a friend a blowjob, letting him finish on her face, which, from what I am told, was a lot less common then than it is for us today. Anyway, the guy was not her friend, and as soon as he was finished, he wrote an 'F' on her forehead with a magic marker, stripped her naked, and made her walk through the Ball with the scarlet letter and drying cum on her face. The girl ended up leaving the university, and the administration came down hard on Charlie College. The Resident Advisor (RA) at the time, a tenured faculty member in mathematics, was forced to retire, and several students were disciplined. No one was expelled, mainly because no one knew (or would admit to knowing) the identity of the offending party. But, the Fool's Day Ball was only allowed to continue under new guidelines that were intended to do away with the sexual aspect of the Ball, including a strict dress code and required faculty oversight. Of course, it was impossible to completely get rid of the sexual components once they had become part of the lore of the Fool's Day Ball. The students just took that part of it underground. For a few years after the scandal, anyone fooled into giving someone oral sex was required to hand over her or his underwear, and the underwear was then displayed different places around the residential hall until the next Ball. The Fool's Day Ball In the early 2000s, the RA at that time, a former student at Charlie College and a professor of sociology, was more interested in studying the behavior of the students than curbing that behavior, and under his watch the costumes became skimpier and skimpier, until guys often wore nothing but shorts and a mask, and girls wore just bikinis and a mask. The red 'F' had also made a comeback, but now in lipstick rather than indelible ink. What's more, during the same time, the "wishes" granted by a caught Fool, or by a false accuser, became more overtly sexual in nature. In the past, even when the rest of the Ball had become increasingly debauched, the wishes, at least publically, had been in the nature of humiliating tasks or lavish gifts. There were rumors that sexual favors had always been a hidden part of some wishes, stretching back to the beginning of the Ball, but no instance of this had ever been made public with a high degree of certainty. According to the stories told in Charlie College, that all changed in 2007 when the Fool, a pretty sophomore student, was unmasked and made to give her accuser a blowjob in front of the entire party as his 'wish'. Things were pretty tame the next couple years, but then in 2009, a girl who made a false accusation against another girl was made to lick her 'victim's' pussy while the victim's boyfriend fucked the false accuser from behind. This they proceeded to do right in the middle of the Ball, and a trend toward publically fulfilled sexual wishes began. By 2012, one year before I started at the university, the wishes had become mandatorily sexual and public, with the only exception being that a person obligated to grant a wish to a person of the same gender could either opt for a non-sexual wish, which usually turned out to be extraordinarily humiliating, or grant a sexual wish to a member of the opposite sex as designated by the person to whom the wish was owed. *** The first year I attended the Fool's Day Ball, which was 2013, other than kissing and groping a couple of girls, I did not hook up with anyone. However, neither was I fooled by anyone, so I escaped relatively unscathed. The Fool that year not only remained anonymous until 1:00am, but she also managed to play an epic prank on an unsuspecting freshman. At 1:00am, the Fool revealed herself, hooked a video camera up to a TV, and showed a freshman guy on his knees, stroking his obviously erect dick while he sucked on a strapon the Fool was wearing, all while she promised him a blowjob as a reward for his efforts. The Fool, a junior named Sarah, was revered for the next year as one of the greatest Fools ever. The guy was at first humiliated, but shortly afterwards, he discovered that there were several girls who had seen the video and were willing to give him sympathy sex. I later heard that much of that sympathy was a direct result of the fact that the video, as humiliating as it was, had revealed that the guy had a larger than average penis. The second Fool's Day Ball I attended was more subdued overall -- no one unmasked the Fool, but neither did he play a prank successfully -- but much more exciting for me personally. I managed to get a petite freshman girl to give me a blowjob in a corner, but in the end I decided to be nice and not mark her with lipstick. The girl, to my surprise, seemed offended by this and demanded I put the red 'F' on her forehead or boob (a growing trend that had started the year prior). I picked forehead, and she happily marched away with the proof of her actions there for everyone to see. Later, toward the end of the Ball, I hooked up with a girl who I was quite sure was from my own year. It was then that I learned that my ornate wolf-shaped half-mask hindered my ability to kiss or perform oral sex on a woman as the snout came down and covered all of my nose as well as my upper lip. So, once 1:00am rolled around and the masquerade ball descended into a normal college party, I discarded my mask, and the girl did the same. It turned out she was not a sophomore like me, but rather was a pretty junior who I knew in passing, and we happily fucked until past 3:00am. I had not known Erin in April of the prior year, so I until she told me she had not gone to the Ball as a freshman, I just assumed she probably had, as almost everyone in the college went. But, I cannot say I blamed her for not going. As I indicated above, Female freshman were the most common prey at the Ball. However, she was going this year, and she had made a point of telling me. And there was only one reason I could think of for her to tell me, and that reason was that she was hoping we could hook up at the Ball. I admit this seemed like a crazy idea when it first occurred to me, considering how she had been treating me the last couple of months. But the more I thought about it, the only reason I could find that a girl would go out of her way to tell a guy she was going to the Ball was to try to get him to look for her there. I considered running my thoughts by Erin's roommate Shari, but I was not sure they were talking at that point, and even if they were, I was not sure Shari would reveal her friend's intentions. So, I kept my suspicions to myself and planned my strategy. To find someone at the Fool's Day Ball required paying close attention to what one could see and not be distracted by what one could not see. Sure, I had been wrong on the identity of my hookup the year before, but I knew Erin much better than I had the girl I thought I was hooking up with, and I did not think I would mistake her body or her eyes, the two things she would likely not be able to hide, for anyone else's. So, I was quite confident when I walked into the Ball. As I had wanted to make it easy for Erin to find me, I had chosen a mask that covered my forehead and went around my eyes but did not conceal my lower face. Not only would I be able to kiss or do other things in the mask, I was quite sure I had left enough of my face visible that Erin would recognize me. Other than my mask, I was wearing black shorts and a black t-shirt. I had gone shirtless, as most guys did, at the first Ball I attended, but although I was toned and in good shape, I was not muscular, and the next year I wore a shirt as I thought it was a better overall look. That had worked well for me then, so I did the same for this Ball. As I walked through the Ball, I was surprised to see several girls topless. Bikinis had pretty much become the norm for female attendees, and as the night progressed it was not uncommon for girls to lose their tops somewhere, but as far as I knew, girls coming to the party already topless was new. No one was objecting however, and other than taking a good look at what each of them was showing, I did not really pay them much attention. I did not think there was any way that Erin would be among the topless. About forty-five minutes into the party, I saw a girl wearing a red feather mask, a red wig, and a red bikini talking to a guy about my height and build. He had on a full mask, and it looked to me like the girl was trying to look at his eyes. As I watched them, I saw her shake her head 'no' and start to turn away. The guy reached out to grab her arm, but the girl shook her head again and backed away. The guy threw up his hands, then flipped the girl off before heading into the crowd. I saw the girl in the red wig relax, then look around. She did not see me, however, and using the crowd as a screen, I managed to get within a couple of feet of her. When I had a chance to see her up close, I was about 70% sure the girl was Erin. At the least, her body matched what I remembered of Erin in a bikini, and her lips were as full and sensuous as Erin's, at least from what I could tell by looking at her profile. "You have great boobs, Red," I said, trying to lower my voice. The nicely curvy girl turned sharply to look at me, and I at that moment I became about 85% sure she was Erin. The nose, the eyes, the lips, the boobs, and the hips were all right. However, the part of her face that was visible showed no hint of recognition as she looked into my eyes. "Turn around," I growled, causing her eyes to widen. "I want to see that ass." For a moment, I thought the girl in the red wig would say 'no', but then she did as I had commanded, even leaning slightly forward to give me a good view. The ass sealed it for me, at least with 95% certainty, that this was Erin. However, at that moment I decided I did not care really if it was or not. I wanted to fuck the girl in front of me, and I was going to do that if at all possible. Grinning, I gave the girl's nice, round, firm ass a slap on each cheek, causing her to yelp in surprise. Then, when she turned to face me, her eyes flashing in anger, or at least annoyance, I grabbed her around the waist, pulled her body against mine, and kissed her long and hard. When we finally broke apart, the girl was panting and my own breathing was heavier than normal. "Let's go somewhere more private, Red," I suggested, and she immediately nodded. Grasping her hand, I pulled her to the emergency stairwell, then pushed her up against the wall beside the door as I kissed her again. This time, she kissed me back with more zeal, including nibbling briefly on my lower lip. As we kissed, I opened the door and moved her through it. We continued kissing as I walked her back into the stairwell, letting the door shut behind us. Once we were alone, the girl in the red mask and wig redoubled her efforts with her tongue while moving her hands from my neck to my hair. My hands were not idle either -- I slid them from her sweetly curved hips to her fabulous ass, grabbed it tight, and used it to pull her pelvis against my hard cock. After a bit, I pulled my lips from hers and began to kiss her throat and the side of her neck as her hands laced through my hair, threatening to dislodge my mask. "Oh fuck, that feels good," the girl moaned as she ground her crotch against the bulge in my shorts. I was not sure if she meant my lips on her neck or my dick pressed against her, but I was not too worried about it. She was clearly as into this as I was, and although I was almost certain it was Erin behind the mask, at that point I would not have stopped even if I knew it wasn't her. The scarlet-wigged woman used her grip on my hair to pull my face back up so she could kiss me, our lips meshing as she again forced her tongue into my mouth. Kissing her back with an urgency and passion to match hers, I moved one hand up and under her wig, grabbing a fistful of the hair underneath it. My other hand wandered up to her chest and grasped and squeezed one of her large, firms tits. The girl moaned into my mouth as I found her nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top and started pinching and pulling it lightly. Then, without warning, she forcefully moved my face away from hers, breaking our kiss. She locked her smoldering green eyes on mine as she let go of my hair and took a step back, moving her boobs out of my reach and pulling her hair from my fingers With a small smile on her lovely face, she reached behind her with one hand while she covered her breasts with her other hand and forearm. Never looking away from me, the hand behind her back untied her bikini top, first across her back, then at her slender neck. She next brought the hand from her neck to her chest before grabbing a handful of bikini top and tit with each hand and squeezing. "Want to see them?" she asked, her eyes shining. "Yes," I managed through my suddenly rapid breathing. The masked woman grinned, then relaxed her hands, letting the bikini top fall away. However, her hands still covered her tits, and I almost stepped forward and yanked them out of the way. Fortunately, before I could do anything, she pushed her breast together, then slid her hands down her stomach, letting her big boobs free. As they settled into their natural place, I stared, mesmerized by the creamy white skin of her breasts, the tan expanse of her large areolas, and the slightly darker firm nipples protruding from them. "Fucking awesome," I whispered, not realizing until I heard my own voice that I was going to say that out loud. The girl smiled and blushed before she stepped up to me again and pulled my face down to one firm nipple. Wasting no time, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked hard as I groped at her other boob with my free hand. "Shit, your cock feels nice and thick," she breathed as one of her hands fondled my erection through my shorts. "Fuck, I hope you're not the Fool," I groaned before switching my mouth to her other nipple. "Why?" she moaned as I used my teeth to pull her nipple. "Because this would likely be part of the Fool's prank." I explained between licks delivered to her clearly sensitive nubs. "This is no prank," she breathed, her hand now stroking my fabric covered dick. "This is whatever you want." "Isn't that what the Fool would say?" I asked "Probably," she admitted. "Then why not ask me and know for sure?" "Because if you're not, then I'll owe you a wish," I told her before I began kissing her neck again while caressing her incredible tits. "But if I'm the Fool, you'll get whatever wish you want," she pointed out. "Erin," I whispered against her neck, "are you the Fool?" "Yes, Gavin," she breathed. "Now claim your wish." "If you're the Fool, the wish must be granted in public," I reminded her, cursing myself inside as I did so. "It would be better if you were not and then you could wish for me to continue what we're doing." "I can't do that, Gavin," she lamented. "I have a boyfriend. But if you won a wish and demanded this from me, what else could I do?" "You could falsely accuse me publically," I suggested. "Then you would have to grant me a wish." But even as I said it, I saw a problem with the idea. As with the Fool's wish, a wish granted by a false accuser must be done publically. There was actually no way out of one of us performing publically, unless we just chose to hide the fact that an accusation had been made. "Or we could just fuck our brains out and not worry about these games," I went on. "I can't," she whimpered as I pulled her nipples with both hands while nibbling on one ear. "I need you to claim a wish from me. That's the only way." At that point, I realized I could not resist her anymore, so I decided to play her game. "Then I demand my wish, Fool," I snarled. "Get on your hands and knees on the stairs so I can fuck you from behind like you're a common whore." "Shit, Gavin," Erin moaned. "That's fucking nasty... and fucking hot." "So, what're you waiting for?" I asked, putting as much menace in my voice as I could. "Should we take our masks off?" she asked, her eyes searching mine. "No," I shook my head. "I want you like this. Mask and wig. But, you do need to take your pants off." The girl nodded, pulled her bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them before kneeling down at the bottom of the stairs and starting to turn so she could lean up against them. Instead, however, she turned back toward me and looked up at me, her green eyes eager. "Can I see your cock first?" she asked in a small voice. I smiled at her, then pulled my shorts and underwear down, letting my dick spring free. Now, I am not huge by any stretch of the imagination, but I have not had any complaints either as I am probably both a bit longer and thicker than average. And from the look in Erin's wide eyes, she was liking what she saw. "Can I suck on it first?" she breathed, her eyes fixed on a small glob of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip. "Do what you gotta do," I teased her even as I reached out and, placing my hand on the back of her head, pulled her lips to me. Erin closed her eyes briefly as her lips brushed against the head of my cock. Opening them again, she stared up at me while her luscious red lips sucked the first two inched of my dick into her mouth. As her tongue wiggled all over my sensitive head, she sucked hard, causing her normally smooth cheeks to look sunken. Then, she began bobbing her head up and down my hard shaft as my knees grew week. "Fuck, you're a good cocksucker, Red," I croaked, returning to the nickname I had given her earlier. Erin moaned around my cock, then pulled her lips off and grinned up at me. "We can do more of that later, if you 'wish', but I'm ready for you to fuck me like I'm your whore," the girl told me, her pretty green eyes brimming with lust. "Then turn around," I snapped. Erin immediately complied. When she was kneeling facing away from me, I pushed her forward so that her hands were on the third step up the stairs. I then put my hand between her thighs and pushed them apart until I could see her smoothly shaven cunt. "Did you shave for me, Red, or do you always do it?" I asked as I ran my hand along her fleshy and moist pussy lips. "I shaved my cunt for you," she moaned as I sank two fingers inside of her well lubricated but snug hole. "What a good whore you are, Red" I teased, causing the girl on the stairs in front of me to whimper and shiver. "Please fuck me, Gavin," she begged, breaking out of character. "Just fuck me." I pulled my fingers free of her now dripping pussy. Curious, I tasted them as I used my other hand to guide my dick to her waiting opening. Her juices tasted tangy yet had a hint of sweetness, and I thought briefly about licking her right then and there. However, I wanted to fuck her as badly as she seemed to want to be fucked, so I pushed that though aside as I buried my cock in her tight, wet cunt. "God yes!" Erin moaned as I sank all the way into her. "I've wanted this so long." "So have I, Erin," I told her before I started thrusting in and out, her pussy walls clinging to my cock with each motion. "It's so wrong," she whimpered, pushing her ass back to meet my pelvis as I began to slam into her with increasing force. "But fuck, it feels right, like you were made to be in me." "It's only wrong if you think it is, beautiful," I responded, reaching around her torso to grab and hanging tit in each hand. "And I can't find anything in this I think's wrong for us." Erin whimpered again as I pinched her nipples, but then let out a long moan as I released them and gave each boob a firm squeeze. When I did the same thing again, she grunted at the pinch, which I held longer this time, then moaned even louder when I again let them go. "Which do you like better, the pinching or the release," I asked her as I gently rolled a nipple in each hand. "Your hands on me, claiming me," she groaned. "All of it." "God, you're amazing," I told her, pinching her nipples. "Fuck!" Erin yelped in a high pitched voice as I pulled on her tender nubs, only to follow the curse word with a series of grunts as her body began to shudder beneath me. "I'm cumming," she gasped, "I'm fucking cumming!" Suddenly, the girl's already tight pussy clamped around me, prohibiting me from continuing to thrust into her. As I felt it spasm around my cock, I almost came myself, but as it turns out, luckily it was not enough to finish me off. After Erin's body shuddered one last time, she went limp on the stairs. I leaned forward and asked if she was okay. "Yes," she breathed. "Just... just... recovering." "Should I pull out or...?" I started to ask. "No, stay in me," she said at first, but then continued, "Wait. Yes, pull out." I did as she asked, although not easily. Her pussy was no longer squeezing me, but it seemed tighter than it had when I had first shoved my cock inside of it, and I suspected she was not as well lubricated as she had been then. However, when I pulled my dick free, I saw it was covered in her juices. The Fool's Day Ball "I haven't had sex in, well, some time," she told me, turning around and sitting on the second step of the stairs. "It's probably really tight right now, since I just came, and I am afraid it would hurt. But I'll take care of you." Locking her eyes on mine, my friend and, at least for right now, lover wrapped her lips around my still wet dick. Unlike moments before, instead of sucking hard on the first inch or so, she pushed her face down until I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. She held herself there briefly, her tongue waggling against the underside of my shaft, then she pulled back until only the tip was in her mouth. She sucked slowly and softly on just the head for a few seconds, then she began rapidly slurping up and down my cock, slobbering all over it as she went. And as she sucked me, I grabbed her head lightly, wishing I could stroke her auburn hair instead of the scarlet wig covering it. So instead of playing with her hair, I just held my hands on her head, not pushing really, but still putting just enough pressure on her that she knew I could push her if I wanted to. And for her part, Erin did not seem to mind my hands on her at all, as she just kept sucking me harder and harder, her normally full lips stretched thin around my cock, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes fixed on mine. Before long, the incredible visual of her sucking me mixed with the intense sensations created by her mouth on me caused my dick to twitch, and I felt the building pressure of cum about to explode. "I'm gonna cum, Erin," I warned her, not sure where she wanted me to finish. The girl's green eyes sparkled up at me as she slid her lips up until only the head of my dick was in her mouth, then she sucked gently as I grunted and shot the first stream of cum into her mouth. As more spurts followed, she again slid her lips up and down my cock, as if she was milking the cum out of me. When I had no more to give, I saw her throat working and knew she had swallowed it all. "You're fantastic, Erin," I grinned before I leaned over and kissed her, tasting my own cum a little as I pushed my tongue into her surprised mouth. "Kevin's never kissed me after I..." she started to say, then trailed off as her eyes took on a guilty cast. "Who's Kevin?" I asked foolishly, a wave of jealousy sweeping through me before I realized who she must mean. "Um, never mind," I said quickly as Erin bit her bottom lip. "You're only my second, Gavin," she told me a few seconds later. "Both in my pussy and in my mouth." "Oh," was all I could say, suddenly wanting to be somewhere else. "And this was so much better than anything before," she continued, giving me a huge smile that blasted away the tension that had started to build up. "I want more, even though I know I shouldn't." "Dump him," I suggested. "It's not that easy," the girl said with a shrug. "That's why it was important that I had to do this tonight. I couldn't make the choice on my own. At least now I know what I want to do." "And what's that, Erin?" I asked. "Fuck you every chance I get," she informed me, a new intensity infusing her normally soft voice. "And suck you off when we're not fucking." "I won't fight you on that," I laughed, holding out my hand to her. "Thanks, Gavin," she smiled as I helped her up. "We better get back to the party. It must be close to 1:00, and I'll have to reveal myself." "Wait, you really are the Fool?" I asked, shocked -- I had believed she was just playing a game. "Yep," she said. "And I was pissed at first because I only wanted to come to the Ball to try to hook up with you. But then I realized that if I snuck off with you and revealed myself, then no one else would be able to identify me, and I'd have a reason for giving in to what I wanted to do anyway." "But there has to be something done in public," I pointed out. "If we tell people I identified you, that is." "Yeah, I know," Erin replied, and I could see a pink blush spreading on her face. "But I think I could just give you head, since I already did that and won't be nervous about it, and you can pretend to cum pretty quick, then we can sneak off and I can finish the job right." "Or, you could say that no one discovered you're the Fool, claim a nice room on the top-floor next year, and we could go someplace private and do, well, whatever comes up," I proposed. "That'd be cheating," she pointed out as she stepped closer so that her body was touching mine. "Like it wasn't cheating to reveal yourself to me so I'd have to fuck you," I countered. "Well, when you put it that way..." she whispered right before she kissed me. I think we probably would have fucked right there in the stairwell again if we had not heard people starting to call out for the Fool. "What time is it?" Erin asked, looking around for her bikini parts. "It's just after 1:00am," I told her after I retrieved my phone from my shorts. "Shit," she blurted out as she pulled on her bikini bottoms. "I have to go." "What'll you tell them?" I asked her as she quickly tied her top on. "That no one found out who I was," she replied. "But, I think you should wait in here." "That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, but then, as she made sure her mask and wig were straight, I began to wonder if this really all had been part of some prank I could not see yet. If it was, no one would ever believe me that she had revealed herself first. They would think I was making it up to try to escape the humiliation of being the prank victim. "Want to try to meet up later?" Erin asked, looking back at me, her gorgeous green eyes locking on mine. "I suspect Shari will be out all night." "This isn't part of some elaborate Fool's prank, is it Erin?" I inquired, giving voice to my concerns. The girl shook her head emphatically, a hurt look flickering in her eyes. "No, Gavin," she assured me. "This is me finally figuring out what I want and giving myself to you. I'd thought maybe we'd just fuck and that'd be the end, like in Kate Chopin's "The Storm," but that's not what happened, and now I want you even more. Do you think you can deal with that?" "Yes, I think I can," I laughed, then we kissed quickly before she hurried out the door to the stairwell. *** Erin played it up magnificently, I am told, claiming she had eluded detection. And while she did not have to perform publically thanks to my decision not to tell anyone that she had revealed herself to me, it turned out that there were several false accusations made that night. And since an undiscovered Fool has to preside over the public fulfillment of wishes from false accusations, it was nearly 4:00am before she texted me and asked me to meet her in her room. "Hey, Gavin," she said when she answered my quiet knock. "Hi there, sexy," I said, happy to see her without her mask and wig; I did miss the bikini, however, which she had traded for knit shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. "Did you watch any of the wishes?" Erin asked as I walked into her room. "No," I replied. "I thought it best to avoid whole thing." "You missed at spectacle," Erin informed me with a grin. "Shari falsely accused this big, gorgeous guy. Personally, I think she just wanted to have to do him in public." "What did she have to do?" I asked. "Give him a BJ and let him cum on her face," Erin snickered. "But, being Shari, she did not give him just a BJ -- she gave him a porn quality BJ, and drug it out too. People were cheering her on by the time he came. Then, when it was all done, she left with him. I think he lives off-campus, so I doubt we will see her until Sunday, at the earliest." "That gives us plenty of time to be bad," I laughed, pulling her to me for a quick kiss. "And I like that I can see your whole face now. And that I can play with your real hair." "I like seeing your whole face too, babe," she cooed before she kissed me. "Wanna fuck?" she asked a few seconds later, stepping back from me a little. "No, I want to eat your pussy," I grinned. "I've been wanting to ever since I tasted your juices on my fingers. You taste great." "I didn't know you did that," she said, her cheeks turning pink. "Well, I did," I told her, "And I want more, so strip and get on your bed." The auburn-haired girl smiled at me, then pulled off her shirt and slid down her shorts. Once she was naked, I immediately grabbed her and pulled her close enough to burry my face in her incredible tits. As I licked all over them, making sure to give each of her hardening nipples plenty of attention, Erin moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. "I take it you like my boobs," she smiled when I came up for air. "I love them, baby," I replied, "and have since I first saw you in that green bikini." "Perv," she said, then she kissed me quickly before hurrying to her bed. As she lay down and spread her legs, I climbed on the bed between them and took a look at her exposed pussy. Her swollen lips were covered with a sheen of moisture, and without hesitation, I leaned forward and licked and sucked on them. When my mouth touched her, Erin let out a gasp and grasped my hair tightly. Seconds later, when I pushed my tongue into the entrance to her pussy, she yelped and pulled my hair tight. I admit I was a little surprised by the extent of her reaction, given I had not even started licking her clit yet, but I figured that she was probably just sensitive after so much stimulation earlier. After some time of concentrating on using my tongue in and around her pussy itself, I moved up to her clit and began licking it in long, slow licks. When I did so, a high pitched sound that I can best describe as a mix between a squeal and a moan came from the girl as she shivered and yanked hard on my hair. "Oh, fuck," she whimpered as I started picking up speed with my tongue. "Oh fuck." I was pondering sliding a couple fingers up her pussy when she let out a series of whimpers just before her body shook then tensed. And while I was surprised it had happened so soon, I had no doubt that my lover had just cum. As Erin came down from her orgasm, I licked gently all around her pussy. I didn't go near her clit at that point, but even so it was only a matter of seconds before the auburn-haired girl was moaning again. And when I realized she was still aroused, I moved my mouth back up, licked her firm clit once, then sucked it into my mouth. Erin gave a little shriek, and her hands, which had relaxed in my hair after her orgasm, tightened their grip again. As I alternately licked and sucked on her clit, I deliberately slid two fingers into her tight cunt while I reached up and grabbed on big tit with my other hand. Erin gasped when I began plunging my fingers in and out of her, then moaned loudly when I gave her boob a couple of squeezes. As I continued, the girl started to produce what I can only describe as a rhythmic squealing, and after a few seconds of this, she dropped her hands from my head. Raising my head up enough to have a look at her, I saw that Erin's eyes were tightly closed. Her plump lips, however, were slightly parted, and she was pulling at her bottom lip with the index finger of her left hand. Her right hand was wrapped firmly around her right tit -- the one that I did not have a hold on -- and she looked to be squeezing it at least as hard as I was squeezing the other one. While I watched her, the girl sucked her finger into her mouth just before she started pinching and pulling at her own nipple. Had I not already been achingly hard, this would have done the trick. As it was, I think I actually felt my penis strain at my shorts as I viewed what pretty Erin was doing to herself. Wanting to up the ante a bit, I sucked hard on her protruding clit, then nibbled it. The girl's hands immediately abandoned what they had been doing and again latched onto my hair. "OOOOOHHHHH GGGGGOOOOODDDDDD," she groaned loudly. "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Unlike after her first orgasm, when I had let her recover a bit, this time I just kept going, both with my fingers and my mouth. For her part, Erin did not relax her grip on hair this time, although she did alternately try to pull me away by it and then use her hold on it to force my mouth harder against her. Within almost no time, my lover, who was whimpering in time with the shudders wracking her frame, began to cum for a third time. As I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, a string of inarticulate sounds burst from her lovely lips before she arched her back and her body stiffened. Her muscles remained tensed for a few more seconds, then she fell back against her bed, gasping. "Stop, Gavin. Please," she begged. "It's too much." I ignored her request, moving my fingers in and out of her steadily as I now softly licked her clit. However, it became clear to me that Erin was serious when she yanked me up off of her by my hair. Then, as she held my face above her, she pulled herself to a near sitting position and kissed me deeply. "You clearly don't mind your own taste," I laughed when we broke our kiss. "And I don't blame you -- you taste wonderful." "I'd never tasted myself before tonight, when I sucked you off after you fucked me," the girl admitted, her already flushed face reddening more. "Really?" I asked, surprised, moving back so I was kneeling on the bed between her still spread legs. "Not with your fingers, or when, um, someone went down on you? "No," she answered, pushing herself fully to a sitting position. "I've never tasted my fingers after using them. And you're the first person to ever lick my pussy, so I've never had the chance before to kiss someone afterwards." "You're boyfriend never licks your pussy?" I pushed, shocked. "I mean, you certainly aren't a stranger to giving head, at least you don't seem to be...." "He didn't want to, I guess," she replied, looking down. "And yeah, I sucked his cock all the time." "That doesn't seem fair at all," I pointed out as I moved from between her legs to sit on the bed beside her. The girls shrugged, then shifted her eyes to the obvious bulge in my shorts. "Looks like I need to suck you off right now, Gavin," she grinned. "You don't have to do that, Erin," I told her, suddenly feeling bad for her and not wanting to take advantage of her as it seemed her boyfriend did, and as I was suddenly afraid I had done as well. Then, as I thought about her, and her boyfriend back home, and what we were doing together, her words really sank in, and I realized that she had referred to what she did with her boyfriend in the past tense. "Erin," I asked, watching her face closely. "Are you still with your boyfriend?" "Uh-uh," she said, biting her lip again as she shook her head. "Then what was all that earlier about not being able to do anything unless you had to because you have a boyfriend." "It was kinda a prank, I guess," she said sheepishly. "I broke up with him over Christmas. I had intended to tell you as soon as I was back, but I felt so bad, and I was not sure how you really felt about me, so I decided to wait. Then Shari and I came up with the whole Fool's Day Ball scheme as a little prank on you." "So you avoided me, giving yourself time to get over breaking up with your boyfriend all while setting me up for the Ball," I summarized. "Is that right?" "Something like that," she replied. "I figured if I told you I was going and you tried to find me there, I would know that you wanted me. And if you didn't try to find me, I would know you didn't." "How could you think I don't want you?" I demanded, incredulous. "I've wanted you since I first saw you on the balcony." "And I've wanted you since we first talked, when I was so nervous that I said that stupid line about looking at my boobs because I was not used to guys looking at my eyes," she responded, her face coloring again. "I think I told you I had a boyfriend as much to remind myself as anything." "I still don't understand why you pretended earlier that you were still with him," I admitted. "That was not planned, really" she said, glancing up at me. "But when I found out I was the Fool, I was pissed at first, like I said earlier, because I was worried it would ruin everything. But then I began to think that it would be fun to be in the position of having to give in to you, even if I still had a boyfriend. Like I said, it was kinda a prank. The Fool is supposed to try to prank someone, you know." I shook my head, astounded. I thought that maybe I should be angry, but I could not find it in myself given that I had ended up with everything I wanted. "You know, it's not really a very good prank if it turns out this good for the intended victim," I told her with a wink. The auburn-haired girl shrugged, then smiled at me. "It turned out quite nice for me too, Gavin," she said. "Especially what you just did. I mean, people told me how good that felt, but I had no idea how it would really feel. It was amazing." "You're amazing," I responded. Erin smiled widely, her green eyes almost glowing from happiness, then she dropped her hand down onto my now only semi-hard dick. "You sure you don't want me to suck on this?" she inquired sweetly. "I do, but only to get it hard," I replied. "Then I want you to ride it." "Like be on top?" she asked. "I've never done that." I shook my head as I examined her, then I said, "Let me get this straight -- your ex-boyfriend never ate you out, and you never rode his cock. I know you sucked him off, but what else did you do?" "Mostly, I was on my back and he did what he wanted," she shrugged, her eyes again cast down. "Sometimes I was on my hands and knees." I sighed deeply, causing the girl to look at me and say, "I'm sorry I'm not very experienced, Gavin. I think some guys would like that, though." "It's not your experience, Erin," I assured her. "I am just trying to figure out how a guy could be such a moron that he would not at least explore other things with a woman as sexy as you are." "Maybe I'm not that sexy," she suggested with another shrug. "You're incredibly sexy," I told her. "And, I'm beginning to think that maybe this is another little prank." "Not this time," she said with a shake of her head. "Okay," I replied, reaching out to take her hands. "I think I already know the answer, but are you willing to be a little adventurous with me?" "That depends," she responded, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. "Are you just talking about me being on top or...?" "Being on top," I said. "But since I am pretty soft now, I might need you to use your mouth to get me hard again first. Erin smiled, then kissed me before pushing me down until I was lying flat on the bed. She then got up and moved to the end of bed, where she stood and looked at me for a second or two before she leaned forward and pulled down my shorts and underwear, sliding them completely off of me and tossing them off the side of the bed. As she did that, I sat up and peeled of my t-shirt, throwing it in the heap with my shorts and underwear. The girl finished undressing me by yanking off my socks and adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. Once I was naked, my lover lay down between my legs, resting her forearms on my hips. After giving me a sweet smile, she took my limp dick into her mouth and began licking the head of it. Once I started to stiffen, she commenced sucking up and down on my shaft. Well, it did not take much of this for me to become rock hard, but even when it was clear I was ready, she continued sucking on my cock. "Do you want to ride it, baby?" I asked, and Erin nodded without taking her lips off me. "Well, if you keep that up I'll never last long enough for that," I warned her. The Fool's Day Ball Erin let my dick loose, then kissed the tip before she began to scoot up the bead. However, to my surprise, she stopped just as her hanging tits brushed against my erection. "I've always wanted to do this," she informed me as she pushed her big boobs together around my cock. "The one time I tried before, my boyfriend told me to quit messing around and suck him off." "He sounds like a fucking asshole," I blurted out as Erin began to rub her magnificent boobs up and down my dick. "I was with him a long time," my auburn-haired lover said. "He was the only thing I knew. Then I met you." We were both silent for several seconds as Erin continued to tit-fuck me. It felt wonderful -- much better than I had experienced in the past. Of course, I realized that was likely because she had much bigger tits than anyone I had tried this with before. "Do you like it?" Erin asked. I nodded, but then said, "I do, but right now I would love for you to ride me. If you still want to." "Fuck yes," the girl responded immediately. Bending her head down, she sucked on the head of my dick where it emerged from her cleavage, then she let go of her tits and crawled up my body, dragging them against my abdomen then my chest. "Shit, you're so fucking hot," I moaned as she rubbed her boobs against my chest and kissed my neck. Erin smirked, then kissed my lips as she reached between us and grabbed my cock. She fumbled around with it for a few seconds, and it soon became clear that she was having trouble getting it in the right position. "Raise up a bit on your knees," I told the girl sitting astride me. "We need some room." When Erin did as I suggested, I reached down and positioned my cock so that it was just between her hovering pussy lips. After I was in place, I reached around her with both hands and grabbed her firm ass. "Lower yourself now," I told her as I used my grip on her butt to pull her down. "Gravity will do most of the work." Thankfully, Erin was sopping wet, because otherwise the slow trip down my shaft might have been excruciating, given the tightness of her cunt. We both let out a sigh of relief when she was all the way impaled on my cock. We then smiled at each other as she wiggled around, and I assumed she was getting accustomed to the feeling of having me inside of her so deeply. "God, this feels good," she beamed. "I think I'm gonna like this." "Me too," I grinned before I let go of her ass to give her the freedom to take control. However, instead of starting to move up and down on me, Erin just continued to wiggle. Wanting more, I gave her butt a smack, sending her lurching forward, her hands against my chest so she did not fall into me. "Gavin!" she squeaked. "Why'd you do that?" "Seemed like a good way to get you going," I grinned. The auburn-haired girl bit her bottom lip, then began to move forward and backward on top of me. This lasted for several seconds, then I pushed her up and away from me so that she was upright again, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting up into her. After a sharp gasp and a shiver, Erin seemed to get the idea, and in very short order she was bouncing up and down on my hard cock, her movements matching me own. In fact, she started sliding up and down my pole energetically enough that quite soon I was able to just lie back and enjoy it. As Erin rode me, I reached up and played with her tits, making sure to pinch and pull her nipples every few seconds. Each time I did so, my lover whimpered at the pulling and moaned with the release of her erect nubs. I am not sure how long we went on like that, but as we neared our finish, we were both covered with a sheen of sweat. Erin's continued to slide up and down my cock, but eyes were closed and several strands of her lovely auburn hair were plastered to her forehead. Her sensuous lips hung open as her chest heaved with her ragged breaths, which were interspersed with low moans. Then, just when it seemed she would have to stop to rest, I felt my lover's pussy clamp around my dick. As the girl shuddered and moaned on top of me, the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt was enough to make me cum. When I did, I grabbed her hips and held her firmly as I explode inside of her, spurt after spurt of cum filling her. When I was spent, I reached up and brushed the damp hair from her forehead as I stared into her now open loving eyes. I could not help but grin at her, enthralled by the moment. "Did you cum in me?" she asked, and the tone of her voice brought my sense of happiness crashing down. "Yes," I whispered as my heart began to pound. "I'm not on birth control, Gavin," she cried, her eyes wide. "Fuck," I groaned, and I am sure my fear was plain on my face. As we stared at each other, I saw Erin's horror inexplicable turn into a grin. "Oh I get it," I sighed with relief. "That was a prank, right." The girl smiled but did not say anything as she continued to gaze down at me. "Okay, April Fools on me," I laughed nervously. But when she did not respond, I added, "It was a prank, wasn't it baby?" Erin's green eyes burned above me as her smile turned into a wicked grin just before she leaned down and kissed me. The End.