She felt my smooches because she quivered further. I was now working on both of her inner thighs, indulging in the fact that I seemed to be doing well.
The pleasure was increasing for me as well. How I wished I could see higher, just a little bit! Instead, I had to use my imagination to replace what I had no access to. That wasn’t hard. I had seen many cunts in porn. The choices were aplenty. If anything, I wasn’t sure which one would fit her best.
Meanwhile, I was caressing and pecking her, just like I would with a lover. Or so I imagined, having no such prior experience, to my great regret.
‘Look, future potential girlfriend of mine! Look how well I’d treat you!’
I was losing myself in my delusions a little, but that was fine. It only enhanced my jerking off. Sometimes, Waverly came to my mind. For some reason, even Marjorie made a quick cameo appearance. I was a simple guy. Just a girl looking at me twice was enough to get me going!
However, I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Judging by the woman’s movements, she appreciated what I was doing. She was getting more agitated as time passed, with small muscles twitching from time to time. It was to the point that my imagination was beginning to run wild.
‘She couldn’t be… right?’
When less than thirty seconds were left, something unexpected happened. Her thighs trembled greatly for a few moments, and suddenly, she closed them around my head, squeezing me between them. Then, her flesh twitched grandly a few times, only to relax soon after.
‘No way… Did she really…?’
That single possibility was too much for me. I increased my hand movement speed a few times and ejaculated hard with the thought of what could have happened on the other side. I tried to muffle any groans, to avoid alerting my parents, appreciating the pleasure silently.
After a moment, I finished climaxing and sighed lightly.
‘Damn. SBPR is really something. And that woman. Wow.’
Back Left Bouncer Pro. I’ll remember you too. Or maybe, all women currently on SBPR were worth remembering, in one way or another. They hadn’t been chosen for no reason. They played it safe, just like women did in reality, but once that layer was peeled, things started to become amazing.
[Transaction complete. Lender satisfaction: 88%. Your satisfaction: 62%. You pay 20 points. You earn a medium amount of experience toward the next rank. Due to being the target of a special offer, you earn an extra 50% experience toward the next rank.]
[Current points: 225.]
I cleaned myself with what was available in my room. I had plenty of stock, precisely for these sorts of situations. It wasn’t like this was the first time.
With my lust satisfied for now, I felt a different craving coming up. Back Left Bouncer Pro didn’t seem to create another special offer for me either, so I decided to boot up my computer and play a little.
One hour later, a new SBPR message popped up, even though I had closed the window.
[Global message. SBPR’s initial test in your area is a resounding success, with more than 400 transactions realized in 24 hours. As such, we decided to initiate the next phase of the program. 900 new users will be invited to SBPR, within a one-kilometer range of the starting point. To help with the large number of potential offers, new search and filtering options will become available. Please look forward to it and enjoy your time with our program.]
Now that changed everything. Funnily enough, the first question that came to my mind was how many free dicks offers would become available on the board. Realistically, I shouldn’t expect anyone to choose my offer from now on, especially since even my description text didn’t help. Since I was on this topic, I recreated the offer without description text. No need to keep getting a bad reputation for no reason.
A few minutes later, a plethora of new offers about fingers and hands flooded the board. It seemed humans all thought similarly. Instead of interacting with them, I only checked the new pseudonyms, laughing when I found some funny ones. I preferred to let newcomers interact with other newcomers. It wasn’t fair of a veteran like me to deprive them of their first impression of SBPR.
My phone vibrated, indicating that I received a new message. It was from Bryer.
<I’m in that SBPR! Can’t believe that wasn’t a lie!>
<That’s fire! You have to accept it.>
<Did that as soon as it talked about pussies, ijbol.>
Great minds think alike, indeed.
<Lit. What’s your pseudo?>
<Yerald the Great>
So he took the “yer” from Bryer and added some random stuff afterwards. Fair enough. That was how on-the-spot aliases were made, anyway.
<I’m Tenna_372692.>
<Gotcha. Let’s go! Pussies are waiting for me!>
He might be a bit disappointed, but he would figure it out. He was also a gamer. He didn’t need any advice from me to do well on a game like this.
I let the initial rush from the newcomers quiet down before taking on a few minor free offers to accumulate experience points. I called it a day when I started to yawn. After brushing my teeth, I went to bed, not looking forward to another day of school.
Friday. The only positive thing about this day was that it was the last one before the weekend. Well, in my case, I wasn’t looking forward to the weekend that much either.
I was woken up by my mother, quarreled with her, and headed for school. I chatted a little about SBPR with Bryer, especially how he told me about his first experiences, before classes started.
I was more careful when I inspected my classmates today. If Bryer had become part of SBPR, it meant that any other person could also have been included.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t detect anything special, except that Waverly looked as nice as usual, and that I met eyes with Marjorie once again. That girl definitely had a crush on me. There was no other explanation. I felt a bit uneasy since I used her a little during my wanking the previous day.
‘Sorry, Marjorie. But thank you too. I came harder because of you. Probably. Maybe.’