And again
JTPC POTD for gold tooth, sweaty, dirty, water gun carrying JT!
You’re really not in the mood for this shit. You just got home from work, which you had to stay late, ‘til fucking 7:30 on a Friday night, because of a stupid meeting and you’re fucking brother, who’s 25, is out in the fucking yard with his friends having a water gun fight. You smile though, seeing that one particular guy out there in just some jean cut offs and a super soaker, sticking out his tongue as he pumps the water gun. You’ve seen him pump other things and you start to feel your insides ache.
Still, you know the moment you open the car door that you should have kept driving. You can hear them laughing and as soon as your door is slammed the laughter stops. You try to walk as quickly into the garage and to the door as you can, but they’re already there right on your heels, ready.
“Oh, sisterrrr…”
You didn’t want to turn. So you just stopped and said, “If you even think about it.”
There’s more deep laughter and one laugh that you’re beginning to memorize by heart. “Think about what?” You brother mocks innocence.
“Where did you get them?” You say and keep your back to them and start to dig in your purse. God where are you’re keys! You really don’t want to get all messy and wet. If they could just let you change first you’d love to come out and pretend to be a kid again and, and maybe flirt with your boy a little bit.
“Found them in the basement. Oh sister…” There’s more laughter and him and his friends start chanting “oh sister”.
When you decided to move in with him at the beginning of the summer you knew it’d be fun. But soon the keg parties and the late nights of him and his buddies staying up watching porn and sports became rather annoying. The random girls she’d meet in the mornings always seemed to shock her. And the burps and farts were worse than she expected. The plethora of rude glances and obscene comments by his friends made you nervous at first. But you got use to it.
And then there was him. And you got very, very used to your brother’s close friend. Justin could be quiet at times, and outrageous at others. An asshole in front of all his friends and the sweet and generous when no one was around. He’d make fun of you and say derrogatory things about you when you were there walking down from your room to get a snack in the kitchen. You’d by pass the couch and he yell out something that’d make you flip him off and blush and send the room into a riot.
And then a few hours later when the gang had quieted down he’d apologize for keeping you up late, or he’d offer you the last slice of pizza, or ask how your day was.
Three weeks prior was your brother’s birthday bash and when everyone else had left or passed out from the party it was just you and him still awake, kind of drunk and both very, very horny. You started out talking about things you shouldn’t have, whispering favorite positions and craziest places you’ve both done it. Talking about what you like in the other sexes body. Before you knew it you were fucking him in the downstairs bathroom, you hiked up on the sink, him standing up kissing you and thrusting gently. You were actually surprised. The kissing to the bathroom was furious, you ripped off each other’s clothes once the door was slammed, and then when he entered you he told you he wanted it to last. And it did, for so…so long. Just slow thrusts and slow kisses, quiet moans and small touches. In fact, it went on for so long your legs started to cramp and you both ended up laughing. He pulled out of you and you had both redressed as best as possibly and snuck upstairs to your room. You finished each other off there, frantic and frenzied. You were sure your scream would have woken the whole house, but no one mentioned it the next day. And then you slept together in your bed and you were positive the next morning when he finally woke up beside you that it’d be awkward and weird. But it wasn’t.
He smiled at you, kissed you, and told you to go back to sleep for another hour. And you did, with his arm draped over your side.
That afternoon he came by and invited you and your brother out for dinner. Your brother had to work but insisted you to go instead. Later, breathless and naked on Justin’s kitchen floor, with a bag of take out getting cold on the kitchen table, he told you that he was aware of your brother’s work schedule and had really just come by to see you.
You’ve hidden this secret affair from your brother, knowing how protective he can be. But sneaking around with Justin, fucking him in corners and making excuses to make beer runs together and winding up at his crowded little studio apartment late at night, in just a long coat, heels and lingerie underneath has been one hell of an adventure.
You decide to turn around, one because you know you’re not going to make it into the house dry, two because being able to see the attack might help you divert it, and three because you want to see your man half naked.
You turn and they’re all standing there with water guns pointed at you. You can’t help but laugh and you drop your purse and hold up your hands, rolling your eyes. “I surrender.”
“Good thing you aren’t wearing white.” This asshole friend Nick says. He’s your least favorite of the bunch.
All the guys laugh and you glare. But it’s your brother who says, “Hey shut up, man.”
You’re still wearing your nice work clothes, your tea length gray skirt and your black button down blouse. “How old are you all again?” You ask.
“Ten,” Justin says and winks at you as everyone else starts to laugh. You almost ask him what the hell it is he has in his teeth. You thought you saw a little flash of gold but maybe your mind is playing tricks.
You smile at him and saunter forward a little, approaching your brother. “Can I have a gun?”
“Ooo, you feeling bold missy?” He laughs and pumps his SuperSoaker once. He and Justin are the only ones with those type of water guns, everyone else has smaller, clear plastic ones.
“Maybe….” You grin and then try as fast as you can to reach for his gun and try to pry it from his fingers.
You feel little squirts of water against your back and against your face and arms. You smile at yourself, knowing the giant stream that could come from Justin hasn’t hit you yet.
“Hey!” You’re brother says and you almost rip it from his grasp when he pulls back and you realize that Justin’s just smiling at you, gun cocked right at your breasts, ready to blow a flood against your shirt. You gasp when your brother gets his gun back and all the other guys are squirting you.
“Get her!” Someone yells.
You feel like you’re in grade school again and you squeal, kicking of your heels and trying your best to run out into the yard without tripping. Now you’re being pelted with water. It’s coming from everywhere. You feel like you’re 7 years old and you’re brother and his friends are ganging up on you in a giant water fight. Back then you’d start to cry and go tell your mom, who probably wouldn’t do anything but say “boys, stop horsing around”. But now, older and less whiny, it’s kind of fun and you find yourself squealing and laughing, running around in circles in the grass.
Before you know it you’re soaked, your feet are dirty and covered in grass and your hair is plastered to your head and face. You pull a strand that’s sticking against your cheek behind your ear and you peek from around the corner of the house. The front yard is empty, but you’re not so trusting. You keep peeking for a moment, waiting for one of the guys to start shooting from behind one of the trees in the front yard, but nothing happens. You look behind you to make sure you weren’t going to be ambushed from behind.
The past few minutes have flown and you had wished it was Justin who had ganged up on you and wrestled you a little instead of your stupid brother and his dumb friend Steve who owns a fucking costume shop. You ended up accidentally kicking your brother in the balls and had made your escape to the side of the house, looking over your shoulder to see your brother on the grass holding his crotch. Steve was asking him if he was ok and Justin, Nick and Trace were all doubled over with laughter.
But now it’s quiet and you carefully pad across the front lawn to the brick walk way and sneak over back to your car. You had pulled up behind your brother’s little sports car in the garage and beside Justin’s beat up pick up. You decide to crouch in between your car and his and try to peek to see if the guys are hiding out on the other side of the house.
But when you do you don’t see anyone and you figure they must have grown up in the past 5 minutes and gone back into the house. You straighten yourself, run your hand over your head to push back your wet hair and you turn to look into Justin’s window to see if you can see your reflection and see how pathetic you look.
It’s then when you see him, arms above his head, gun in one hand, smirking at you, sitting in his truck.
You narrow your eyes and open the passenger door.
“Hello little lady…” He smirks and drops one arm to his stomach, holding his water gun above his head. You notice it’s smaller, no longer the giant, pumped water gun from before, but now it’s a small, yellow plastic one.
“What happened to your gun?” You stick your hip out and lean against the frame of the door. He’s sprawled out against his car down, his legs bent a little, but spread out against the front seat. And he looks so good and tasty.
“I traded it in for a smaller, more practical piece.”
That’s when you notice his tooth. He’s got a gold cap and you’re pretty sure yesterday afternoon when he started going down on you as you watched a movie with him, that it wasn’t there. “What’s with the tooth?” You giggle.
“Do you like it?”
You scrunch up your nose and hope to god he hasn’t had some tooth emergency in the past 24 hours and had to get a gold cap. “Not really.”
“It’s fake. Steve brought some stupid shit over from his shop and we were messing with it.” He shrugs and you lick your lips, taking in the sight of him, his long, lean legs, the cut offs that are tight on his crotch and low on his hips. His stomach and chest are sweaty and dirty from being outside with the boys all evening and his little nipples are hard. His body looks greased up from his sweat and you want to run your hands all over him. He’s wearing his favorite necklaces and his eyes look lazy and filled with lust.
“Kind of bad boy, though.” You grin at him and then nibble on the corner of your lip.
His arm muscle flexes and he twists his wrist a little. “So you do like it.”
“You gonna squirt me?” You ask, nodding to the gun.
He pulls the gun down and holds it to you. “You wanna get shot?”
You look him up and down and then say, “Maybe….”
“Yeah…” He grins and moves the gun so that it’s aiming at your skirt. He moves his eyes to yours and throws the gun against the dash of his truck. “You wanna get wet.”
It’s then when you decide that it’s time. This man is looking too damn good and no one else is around that you’re aware of. So you lean in and your wrap your arms around his ankles and move your hands up to his knees, saying in a low voice, “I already am.”
He licks his lips and you watch as one hand stays up behind his head, scratching the back of it and the other hands moves to his crotch and flicks open the top button of his jean shorts. “You know what you should do right now?”
“What?”
He nods at you and you watch as his hand slides into his shorts, making the zipper go down with the movement, “You should crawl up here and suck my cock a little.”
“Justin…” You say shyly. It’s an act. He knows you’ll do it and he knows you’ll like it.
“I know you want to.”
You move your hands to the cushion of the seat and you push yourself up, trying to crawl as best you can up over his legs in your wet top and skirt. “But I’m such a nice young lady. How dare you suggest such a thing.”
“Close the door.” You pull yourself all the way in to the truck cabin. He bents one of his legs so you can get in easier and you turn and slam the door. When you turn back around he’s got his cock out, holding it with his hand. It only takes one look between you two and you find yourself bending down, sighing deeply and moving your hand over the base.
You suck on your own mouth a little to make sure you have enough saliva there, and then you take your tongue and lick from the base to the tip, on the underneath of his length. You hear him sigh and you purse your lips and touch them to the glistening tip of his velvety, deep red head. You push down, open your mouth and close it tightly around him.
“Yeah, thatta girl.” His hand is tangle in your hair and you take your hand that’s not steadying his cock and move it to his stomach, rubbing his abs with your fingers as you move steadily up and down on his rigid length. You love his little sighs and you love the way his fingers tangle and grip your hair, pulling and pushing at it just slightly.
You pull off and look up at him. His eyes are burning into your own. You swallow a little, liking how he tastes, earthy and salty. “What if he sees?” You whisper, glancing at the house for a moment before moving your lips to the bit of looser skin right underneath the bottom of the head and sucking just lightly.
His hand grips your hair hard and when you look up he’s gritting his teeth. “They went inside…” He gasps a little when you hold his head in your mouth and move your tongue all around the ridge of the tip. “To…to go play pool in the basement.”
“So I can do this…” You move your whole mouth down on him and bob against him hard and suck him for several seconds before pulling away with a light smacking sound. “And no one will know?”
You start licking it like it’s ice cream, all around the front and the underneath and against the head. “Yeah girl….yeah lick it real good.”
“You like that?” You ask, flicking your tongue against the loosened skin you sucked earlier.
“Yeah girl…” He moans for a second and you move so you can bob against him again but his hand moves from your hair to your shoulder and when you look up he’s smiling at you. “Come up here and sit on me.”
You smile and hike your skirt up, kneeling above him. “You need a bath.” You say as he reaches up under the material and starts pulling your thong down.
“Come home with me and take one with.” He grins and you move so he can get the fabric off your legs. He does and tosses it up on the dash with his gun.
“On one condition.” You say, sitting down against his cock. You both sigh when the wettness of your pussy meets with the wettnes your mouth left on his dick. You slide against him, the length rubbing against your folds and your slit.
You haven’t even kissed him yet and you lean in a little, feeling his hands working furiously on the buttons of your shirt, coming to where it’s tucked into your skirt and pulling it up roughly.
“What’s that?”
You lean in and kiss him for a mere second and pull away breathless, “You let me do what you asked me about last night?”
His large hands move around your now bare stomach and ribcage and you kiss him, feeling his tongue against yours, sucking his lips between your own. You pull away, biting against his bottom lip a bit and he grins at you. Damn that gold tooth. You hate it. It’s ugly and tacky.
But why the fuck is it turning you on?
“You wanna sit on my face?” He says in a cocky manner.
You had told him about it last night before you left. After he went down on you he had asked you if he could fuck you from behind, something you two hadn’t done yet and so you let him bend you over the back of the couch while the movie was still playing and he fucked you harder than he ever had before, slamming into your wet pussy from behind, getting so deep you felt yourself panic a little because you had never felt that before and were afraid you were going to get there too soon.
After that experience you were both wobbly and exhausted and you knew you had to go home or your brother would start to worry. He had walked you to your car and then he asked you what you if there was anything you wanted him to do to you, since he had had his wish fulfilled. You had smiled, kissed him, sat down in your car and said sweetly ‘I kind of want to sit on your face.” Then you slammed the door and pulling out of the parking lot.
“mmmhmmm.” You say, grinding against his rigid dick a little. You want it in you. God you want it in you so bad. And you’re almost there. You could reach down and do it yourself, but you know if you just last a little longer, just a smidge it’ll make it even better.
“You want my fingers inside too?” He asks and you look down to see he’s pulled your breasts out of the top of your bra and that he’s got one in his mouth, sucking against the nipple and flicking the tip of it with his tongue. Your other nipple is being pinched just slightly by his pointer and middle finger as his hand massages the mound roughly.
“Yeah, see…” You sigh when you feel his other hand move underneath your skirt and up. Two fingers rub against your slit once and then push up inside, once and then pull out. You feel his hand bumping into your thighs and you lift yourself a bit so he can get to do what you both want. “I’ll hold onto the headboard and straddle your head and you can just lick me all over and suck on my little clit…” The head pushes against your opening and you don’t even think before relaxing your thighs and sinking down against him, swallowing him up inside you. “Ohh shit baby…” You whine and lean forward, his mouth dropping from your breasts and you pushing them and their tightened nipples against his sweaty chest.
“Yeah girl….ride me.” You hold him, your arms around his shoulder. You always forget how fucking thick he is, how much he always stretches you. And after 3 weeks and almost every day of sex, his size still surprises you and still makes you feel impaled and stretched to the point where it almost hurts. But it’s the good kind of hurt, the kind that only more barely there pain and more slamming and more fucking can make better.
His lips graze against your ear and you feel his hands on your hips, moving you slightly over him, “And when I do this, how many fingers you want?”
“Two.” You groan, feeling his dick pressing against your spot. Right when you feel that pressure might be able to get you there he pulls your hips up and slowly eases you down again. His lips are open against your neck, licking and sucking. “And see, then your other hand can work on yourself.”
He pulls back a little and turns up his lip, smirking at you, that damned gold tooth still there. “I gotta do myself?”
You lean in and giggle. “It makes me so hot to watch you fuck yourself.”
He licks his bottom lip and then tucks it into his teeth, working your hips over him lightly now, faster, not fucking you as deep, but more rapidly, making you bounce against the head of his dick, just enough to feel that ridge going in and out. “How you gonna watch if you’re straddling my face?”
You eyebrows bunch and you pull your hands and grab your own tits, massaging them and watching his face stare at you as you do it. You’ve got control now and you keep bouncing on that rhythm, watching him watch your hands. You begin to tweak your own nipples. “I’ll look over my shoulder and watch your hand pump your dick and then, then you can make me cum, ok?”
His eyes raise to yours, his hands still branding against your hips under your skirt. “You wanna come on my face?”
“I want you to taste it.” You whisper and he smiles a little and you feel his hand leave one of your hips and then feel his fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing viciously. “And it’ll make me so wet so that I can just slide down and you can flip me over or bend me in half or whatever you want and just fuck me until your dick explodes.”
That last line of your sentence makes him growl and soon you feel his arms around your back and he’s moving, moving under you and over you and soon your back is against the passenger seat, he’s still deep inside of you and he’s still got on his shorts, but now he’s leaning over your, sucking your nipples and thrusting into you, rotating his dick a little when he’s in and pulling out harsh, waiting a second and then slamming back in. “Fuck me little girl…”
“Sometimes I think it’s too big…” You sigh. He’s got all the power now, and his hip bone is thrusting up against your clit with every earth shattering thrust. “Oh shit Justin!”
You can feel him in you swelling. But you know its not over yet. It won’t ever be over. Ever. Thousands of orgasms later and hours and hours and days of sex could pass and it still wouldn’t be enough. Not to say he’s not satisfying, but to say he’s too good, too fucking good. He’s addicting and even when you feel you are satisfied you realize you just want more and more and you want it each time harder and deeper than before.
You have never really been with a man that you liked as much as him. Sure you had had sex before and sure you had been fucked before. But you never really had liked it. If you were in love with the guy, sure it was nice and you’ve never complained about having an orgasm.
But Justin, damn, he made you want to be fucked. He made you need it. He made you want to be punished and pounded. He made you feel dirty and animalistic, craving and hungry.
He’s the one who’s made you kinky. And it’s all happened within three weeks.
“You like it when daddy fucks your little pussy, don’t ya?” You feel the first small wave start to hit you when you feel his lips say the words harsh against your ear. It’s something about him. Sometimes he can have sex with you and be sweet and loving and say sexy, secret little things in your ear. And then sometimes he’s like this and he’s vicious and violent and mean and dirty and you love it. “You like it when he fucks you with his hard dick.”
“Yes, god yes.” You pant, your breasts bouncing with each movement of his body surging into yours.
“You can’t live with out it. You have to be fucked by me, ain’t that right?”
“Yes….don’t stop.” You cry out, pleading with him, searching his eyes. “Please…”
He grins, cocky, arrogant, fucking you hard. “That’s it baby girl, beg for it. Beg for my cock.”
“Please Justin, please make me cum.”
“Wait.” He stops. He pulls back and sits back on his knees, you’re laying there spread before him, wide eyed and staring, wondering what…the…fuck. His dick is hanging out, twitching a little, soaking wet, almost purple with the amount of blood running through it. His hands are on his thighs and he just tilts his head to the side. “Who said you got to cum?”
You immediately narrow your eyes. You know he’s not about to play this game with you. “Don’t.” You threaten.
“What are you gonna do?” He crosses his arms over his chest. You don’t know what you’re going to do, but you have got to do something, you have to beat him at this game or you both might end up frustrated and lonely tonight.
“Don’t do this to me.” You say.
“I don’t know,” He shrugs. “You’re all about sitting on my face and watching me get off. Making me always do all the hard work. Never giving me any-“
“I just gave you head!” You exclaim. You can’t believe that he’s really going to drag this out when you were seconds from cumming all over his dick and squeezing him into shooting his own gun deep inside you.
His forehead wrinkles a little and he gets a defiant look in his eyes, “Didn’t let me cum in your mouth now did you?”
His argument is stupid and you call him out on it. “You’re the one that made me stop!”
You watch his eyes travel over your body, twisted in your half opened clothing, you still have on your shirt unbutton and your breasts are aching how they are awkwardly pulled out over your bra. Your skirt is bunched around your middle and your legs are still spread for him. Feet still dirty with grass from walking on the ground. “Aww babygirl, you’re kind of dripping on my car seats.”
“Then fuck me and I won’t!” You bang your fists against the dash and the back of the seat. You want it, god you want it so bad and you can’t stand it anymore. You need to be fucked by something.
He sighs and shrugs, “I just can’t do that.”
“Fine…” You spit out and immediately spread your legs wide for him and you move your hand down. “Then I’ll just fuck myself.”
His eyes watch your hand. You’ve told him before that you’ve always only used a dildo and a vibrator, never put your own fingers inside. You weren’t lying, but it’s a desperate time and you want him to realize what he’s missing.
You press your fingers against your clit and sigh and then move them down and then slowly, very slowly push one inside of you. You gasp at your own heat and how smooth and silky it feels. No wonder guys like pussy so much, you think. You slide another finger in and close your eyes, grabbing your breast with one hand and moving your fingers in and out of you pressing your palm against your clit and rubbing hard.
You moan and look at him. He’s staring down at you hand, mouth opened slightly. He gulps and licks his lips. “Shit girl, I was just kidding…”
“Yeah…” You whisper and then you moan when a slight wave hits you. It’s not as good as his hand and it’s not as good at his dick, but it’s still very, very nice. “Yes, fuck…”
“Stop it…” He says in a small voice.
But you keep on harder. If you have to you’ll get off this way, showing him what he’s missing out on, you work your hand faster and your body shakes a little. “I can’t stop…”
“Stop it.” He says a little louder.
“Oh yeah…” You bite your lip and arch your back, push your breasts up in the air and bending your pussy towards him. “It feels so good.”
Suddenly his hand is gripping your wrist tight and you fell him rip your hand away from your vagina, pulling your fingers out. You gasp and look up, his mouth inches from yours. You feel his penis touching against your pussy and he grits out between clenched teeth and a tight jaw. “When I say stop, I mean stop.”
He surges in, gripping your hips and holding you there. Not moving but pressing deep and hard against your spot so far up inside of you. You start to gasp. He’s not thrusting, not moving, just staring at you inches from your face, his dick deep, deep inside, stretching you but not fucking you, just completing you in every way.
He starts to smile a little, that gold tooth peeking through and you feel it, his thumb presses against your clit and starts to rotate in a small circle movements, slow and steady.
And it happens and you can’t stop it and you really don’t want to. You swallow hard and you croak out “Oh god!” He’s not even thrusting but he’s just pushing against that spot and pressing against your clit and it’s too much and you feel yourself shake and your hands grab at his shoulders.
“Just-just-just…” You can’t even get out his name. It starts from your head, it feels like your brain is shaking and moves down, exploding in your pussy like thousands and thousands of little fireworks and those fireworks send sparks out to your toes and fingers tips and you clutch his shoulders and press your face against his bare chest, cumming hard and violent, trashing about him, even though you’re completely silent. The wind is completely knocked out of your lungs and you’re unable to even speak as your body sucks him in and curls around him, your nerves spasm and you start breathing deep, catching your breath, sounding like your choking as you start to come down.
“There’s my girl.” He says softly holding you in his arms and letting you sag and lean against him.
You breathe against his body and lick your lips. You look up at him and mouth his name, still unable to speak. It was too much, too intense, and you don’t even know hot to act now.
You’ve never felt that before. And you hope you’ll get to feel it again. “Shh, it’s alright girl.” He pulls out of you slowly and you rest there against the seat, breathing steadily as you watch him tuck himself back in his shorts which will barely zip over his straining dick.
“What...what are you doin’?” You finally ask.
“I’m taking you home. I went ahead and grabbed up your purse…” He points to the floorboard of the passenger seat but you just blink at him. “And I told your brother you were coming home with me.” He cranks the car and you just stare at him. He grins and leans over to kiss your sweaty forehead. “It’s alright. He kind of figured us out. And he’s cool with it.”
“Really?” You smile, but you almost don’t believe it.
He kisses you lips a little, then sucks on his teeth and reaches up, pulling the piece off his tooth. You raise a curious eyebrow at him as you resituate your breasts and start to button up your shirt. He laughs and drops it in the cup holder on the console. You don’t know what it was, but something about that little tooth got you going. You can’t explain it and you’re not sure you want to.
He puts the truck in reverse and looks over his shoulder as he backs out. “Catch your breath little girl,” He says, grinning, eyes still looking out the back, “Cause we got all night.” He turns when he pulls out on the road, puts the car in drive and then places his hand on your thigh. “And I haven’t even cum yet.”
You’re really not in the mood for this shit. You just got home from work, which you had to stay late, ‘til fucking 7:30 on a Friday night, because of a stupid meeting and you’re fucking brother, who’s 25, is out in the fucking yard with his friends having a water gun fight. You smile though, seeing that one particular guy out there in just some jean cut offs and a super soaker, sticking out his tongue as he pumps the water gun. You’ve seen him pump other things and you start to feel your insides ache.
Still, you know the moment you open the car door that you should have kept driving. You can hear them laughing and as soon as your door is slammed the laughter stops. You try to walk as quickly into the garage and to the door as you can, but they’re already there right on your heels, ready.
“Oh, sisterrrr…”
You didn’t want to turn. So you just stopped and said, “If you even think about it.”
There’s more deep laughter and one laugh that you’re beginning to memorize by heart. “Think about what?” You brother mocks innocence.
“Where did you get them?” You say and keep your back to them and start to dig in your purse. God where are you’re keys! You really don’t want to get all messy and wet. If they could just let you change first you’d love to come out and pretend to be a kid again and, and maybe flirt with your boy a little bit.
“Found them in the basement. Oh sister…” There’s more laughter and him and his friends start chanting “oh sister”.
When you decided to move in with him at the beginning of the summer you knew it’d be fun. But soon the keg parties and the late nights of him and his buddies staying up watching porn and sports became rather annoying. The random girls she’d meet in the mornings always seemed to shock her. And the burps and farts were worse than she expected. The plethora of rude glances and obscene comments by his friends made you nervous at first. But you got use to it.
And then there was him. And you got very, very used to your brother’s close friend. Justin could be quiet at times, and outrageous at others. An asshole in front of all his friends and the sweet and generous when no one was around. He’d make fun of you and say derrogatory things about you when you were there walking down from your room to get a snack in the kitchen. You’d by pass the couch and he yell out something that’d make you flip him off and blush and send the room into a riot.
And then a few hours later when the gang had quieted down he’d apologize for keeping you up late, or he’d offer you the last slice of pizza, or ask how your day was.
Three weeks prior was your brother’s birthday bash and when everyone else had left or passed out from the party it was just you and him still awake, kind of drunk and both very, very horny. You started out talking about things you shouldn’t have, whispering favorite positions and craziest places you’ve both done it. Talking about what you like in the other sexes body. Before you knew it you were fucking him in the downstairs bathroom, you hiked up on the sink, him standing up kissing you and thrusting gently. You were actually surprised. The kissing to the bathroom was furious, you ripped off each other’s clothes once the door was slammed, and then when he entered you he told you he wanted it to last. And it did, for so…so long. Just slow thrusts and slow kisses, quiet moans and small touches. In fact, it went on for so long your legs started to cramp and you both ended up laughing. He pulled out of you and you had both redressed as best as possibly and snuck upstairs to your room. You finished each other off there, frantic and frenzied. You were sure your scream would have woken the whole house, but no one mentioned it the next day. And then you slept together in your bed and you were positive the next morning when he finally woke up beside you that it’d be awkward and weird. But it wasn’t.
He smiled at you, kissed you, and told you to go back to sleep for another hour. And you did, with his arm draped over your side.
That afternoon he came by and invited you and your brother out for dinner. Your brother had to work but insisted you to go instead. Later, breathless and naked on Justin’s kitchen floor, with a bag of take out getting cold on the kitchen table, he told you that he was aware of your brother’s work schedule and had really just come by to see you.
You’ve hidden this secret affair from your brother, knowing how protective he can be. But sneaking around with Justin, fucking him in corners and making excuses to make beer runs together and winding up at his crowded little studio apartment late at night, in just a long coat, heels and lingerie underneath has been one hell of an adventure.
You decide to turn around, one because you know you’re not going to make it into the house dry, two because being able to see the attack might help you divert it, and three because you want to see your man half naked.
You turn and they’re all standing there with water guns pointed at you. You can’t help but laugh and you drop your purse and hold up your hands, rolling your eyes. “I surrender.”
“Good thing you aren’t wearing white.” This asshole friend Nick says. He’s your least favorite of the bunch.
All the guys laugh and you glare. But it’s your brother who says, “Hey shut up, man.”
You’re still wearing your nice work clothes, your tea length gray skirt and your black button down blouse. “How old are you all again?” You ask.
“Ten,” Justin says and winks at you as everyone else starts to laugh. You almost ask him what the hell it is he has in his teeth. You thought you saw a little flash of gold but maybe your mind is playing tricks.
You smile at him and saunter forward a little, approaching your brother. “Can I have a gun?”
“Ooo, you feeling bold missy?” He laughs and pumps his SuperSoaker once. He and Justin are the only ones with those type of water guns, everyone else has smaller, clear plastic ones.
“Maybe….” You grin and then try as fast as you can to reach for his gun and try to pry it from his fingers.
You feel little squirts of water against your back and against your face and arms. You smile at yourself, knowing the giant stream that could come from Justin hasn’t hit you yet.
“Hey!” You’re brother says and you almost rip it from his grasp when he pulls back and you realize that Justin’s just smiling at you, gun cocked right at your breasts, ready to blow a flood against your shirt. You gasp when your brother gets his gun back and all the other guys are squirting you.
“Get her!” Someone yells.
You feel like you’re in grade school again and you squeal, kicking of your heels and trying your best to run out into the yard without tripping. Now you’re being pelted with water. It’s coming from everywhere. You feel like you’re 7 years old and you’re brother and his friends are ganging up on you in a giant water fight. Back then you’d start to cry and go tell your mom, who probably wouldn’t do anything but say “boys, stop horsing around”. But now, older and less whiny, it’s kind of fun and you find yourself squealing and laughing, running around in circles in the grass.
Before you know it you’re soaked, your feet are dirty and covered in grass and your hair is plastered to your head and face. You pull a strand that’s sticking against your cheek behind your ear and you peek from around the corner of the house. The front yard is empty, but you’re not so trusting. You keep peeking for a moment, waiting for one of the guys to start shooting from behind one of the trees in the front yard, but nothing happens. You look behind you to make sure you weren’t going to be ambushed from behind.
The past few minutes have flown and you had wished it was Justin who had ganged up on you and wrestled you a little instead of your stupid brother and his dumb friend Steve who owns a fucking costume shop. You ended up accidentally kicking your brother in the balls and had made your escape to the side of the house, looking over your shoulder to see your brother on the grass holding his crotch. Steve was asking him if he was ok and Justin, Nick and Trace were all doubled over with laughter.
But now it’s quiet and you carefully pad across the front lawn to the brick walk way and sneak over back to your car. You had pulled up behind your brother’s little sports car in the garage and beside Justin’s beat up pick up. You decide to crouch in between your car and his and try to peek to see if the guys are hiding out on the other side of the house.
But when you do you don’t see anyone and you figure they must have grown up in the past 5 minutes and gone back into the house. You straighten yourself, run your hand over your head to push back your wet hair and you turn to look into Justin’s window to see if you can see your reflection and see how pathetic you look.
It’s then when you see him, arms above his head, gun in one hand, smirking at you, sitting in his truck.
You narrow your eyes and open the passenger door.
“Hello little lady…” He smirks and drops one arm to his stomach, holding his water gun above his head. You notice it’s smaller, no longer the giant, pumped water gun from before, but now it’s a small, yellow plastic one.
“What happened to your gun?” You stick your hip out and lean against the frame of the door. He’s sprawled out against his car down, his legs bent a little, but spread out against the front seat. And he looks so good and tasty.
“I traded it in for a smaller, more practical piece.”
That’s when you notice his tooth. He’s got a gold cap and you’re pretty sure yesterday afternoon when he started going down on you as you watched a movie with him, that it wasn’t there. “What’s with the tooth?” You giggle.
“Do you like it?”
You scrunch up your nose and hope to god he hasn’t had some tooth emergency in the past 24 hours and had to get a gold cap. “Not really.”
“It’s fake. Steve brought some stupid shit over from his shop and we were messing with it.” He shrugs and you lick your lips, taking in the sight of him, his long, lean legs, the cut offs that are tight on his crotch and low on his hips. His stomach and chest are sweaty and dirty from being outside with the boys all evening and his little nipples are hard. His body looks greased up from his sweat and you want to run your hands all over him. He’s wearing his favorite necklaces and his eyes look lazy and filled with lust.
“Kind of bad boy, though.” You grin at him and then nibble on the corner of your lip.
His arm muscle flexes and he twists his wrist a little. “So you do like it.”
“You gonna squirt me?” You ask, nodding to the gun.
He pulls the gun down and holds it to you. “You wanna get shot?”
You look him up and down and then say, “Maybe….”
“Yeah…” He grins and moves the gun so that it’s aiming at your skirt. He moves his eyes to yours and throws the gun against the dash of his truck. “You wanna get wet.”
It’s then when you decide that it’s time. This man is looking too damn good and no one else is around that you’re aware of. So you lean in and your wrap your arms around his ankles and move your hands up to his knees, saying in a low voice, “I already am.”
He licks his lips and you watch as one hand stays up behind his head, scratching the back of it and the other hands moves to his crotch and flicks open the top button of his jean shorts. “You know what you should do right now?”
“What?”
He nods at you and you watch as his hand slides into his shorts, making the zipper go down with the movement, “You should crawl up here and suck my cock a little.”
“Justin…” You say shyly. It’s an act. He knows you’ll do it and he knows you’ll like it.
“I know you want to.”
You move your hands to the cushion of the seat and you push yourself up, trying to crawl as best you can up over his legs in your wet top and skirt. “But I’m such a nice young lady. How dare you suggest such a thing.”
“Close the door.” You pull yourself all the way in to the truck cabin. He bents one of his legs so you can get in easier and you turn and slam the door. When you turn back around he’s got his cock out, holding it with his hand. It only takes one look between you two and you find yourself bending down, sighing deeply and moving your hand over the base.
You suck on your own mouth a little to make sure you have enough saliva there, and then you take your tongue and lick from the base to the tip, on the underneath of his length. You hear him sigh and you purse your lips and touch them to the glistening tip of his velvety, deep red head. You push down, open your mouth and close it tightly around him.
“Yeah, thatta girl.” His hand is tangle in your hair and you take your hand that’s not steadying his cock and move it to his stomach, rubbing his abs with your fingers as you move steadily up and down on his rigid length. You love his little sighs and you love the way his fingers tangle and grip your hair, pulling and pushing at it just slightly.
You pull off and look up at him. His eyes are burning into your own. You swallow a little, liking how he tastes, earthy and salty. “What if he sees?” You whisper, glancing at the house for a moment before moving your lips to the bit of looser skin right underneath the bottom of the head and sucking just lightly.
His hand grips your hair hard and when you look up he’s gritting his teeth. “They went inside…” He gasps a little when you hold his head in your mouth and move your tongue all around the ridge of the tip. “To…to go play pool in the basement.”
“So I can do this…” You move your whole mouth down on him and bob against him hard and suck him for several seconds before pulling away with a light smacking sound. “And no one will know?”
You start licking it like it’s ice cream, all around the front and the underneath and against the head. “Yeah girl….yeah lick it real good.”
“You like that?” You ask, flicking your tongue against the loosened skin you sucked earlier.
“Yeah girl…” He moans for a second and you move so you can bob against him again but his hand moves from your hair to your shoulder and when you look up he’s smiling at you. “Come up here and sit on me.”
You smile and hike your skirt up, kneeling above him. “You need a bath.” You say as he reaches up under the material and starts pulling your thong down.
“Come home with me and take one with.” He grins and you move so he can get the fabric off your legs. He does and tosses it up on the dash with his gun.
“On one condition.” You say, sitting down against his cock. You both sigh when the wettness of your pussy meets with the wettnes your mouth left on his dick. You slide against him, the length rubbing against your folds and your slit.
You haven’t even kissed him yet and you lean in a little, feeling his hands working furiously on the buttons of your shirt, coming to where it’s tucked into your skirt and pulling it up roughly.
“What’s that?”
You lean in and kiss him for a mere second and pull away breathless, “You let me do what you asked me about last night?”
His large hands move around your now bare stomach and ribcage and you kiss him, feeling his tongue against yours, sucking his lips between your own. You pull away, biting against his bottom lip a bit and he grins at you. Damn that gold tooth. You hate it. It’s ugly and tacky.
But why the fuck is it turning you on?
“You wanna sit on my face?” He says in a cocky manner.
You had told him about it last night before you left. After he went down on you he had asked you if he could fuck you from behind, something you two hadn’t done yet and so you let him bend you over the back of the couch while the movie was still playing and he fucked you harder than he ever had before, slamming into your wet pussy from behind, getting so deep you felt yourself panic a little because you had never felt that before and were afraid you were going to get there too soon.
After that experience you were both wobbly and exhausted and you knew you had to go home or your brother would start to worry. He had walked you to your car and then he asked you what you if there was anything you wanted him to do to you, since he had had his wish fulfilled. You had smiled, kissed him, sat down in your car and said sweetly ‘I kind of want to sit on your face.” Then you slammed the door and pulling out of the parking lot.
“mmmhmmm.” You say, grinding against his rigid dick a little. You want it in you. God you want it in you so bad. And you’re almost there. You could reach down and do it yourself, but you know if you just last a little longer, just a smidge it’ll make it even better.
“You want my fingers inside too?” He asks and you look down to see he’s pulled your breasts out of the top of your bra and that he’s got one in his mouth, sucking against the nipple and flicking the tip of it with his tongue. Your other nipple is being pinched just slightly by his pointer and middle finger as his hand massages the mound roughly.
“Yeah, see…” You sigh when you feel his other hand move underneath your skirt and up. Two fingers rub against your slit once and then push up inside, once and then pull out. You feel his hand bumping into your thighs and you lift yourself a bit so he can get to do what you both want. “I’ll hold onto the headboard and straddle your head and you can just lick me all over and suck on my little clit…” The head pushes against your opening and you don’t even think before relaxing your thighs and sinking down against him, swallowing him up inside you. “Ohh shit baby…” You whine and lean forward, his mouth dropping from your breasts and you pushing them and their tightened nipples against his sweaty chest.
“Yeah girl….ride me.” You hold him, your arms around his shoulder. You always forget how fucking thick he is, how much he always stretches you. And after 3 weeks and almost every day of sex, his size still surprises you and still makes you feel impaled and stretched to the point where it almost hurts. But it’s the good kind of hurt, the kind that only more barely there pain and more slamming and more fucking can make better.
His lips graze against your ear and you feel his hands on your hips, moving you slightly over him, “And when I do this, how many fingers you want?”
“Two.” You groan, feeling his dick pressing against your spot. Right when you feel that pressure might be able to get you there he pulls your hips up and slowly eases you down again. His lips are open against your neck, licking and sucking. “And see, then your other hand can work on yourself.”
He pulls back a little and turns up his lip, smirking at you, that damned gold tooth still there. “I gotta do myself?”
You lean in and giggle. “It makes me so hot to watch you fuck yourself.”
He licks his bottom lip and then tucks it into his teeth, working your hips over him lightly now, faster, not fucking you as deep, but more rapidly, making you bounce against the head of his dick, just enough to feel that ridge going in and out. “How you gonna watch if you’re straddling my face?”
You eyebrows bunch and you pull your hands and grab your own tits, massaging them and watching his face stare at you as you do it. You’ve got control now and you keep bouncing on that rhythm, watching him watch your hands. You begin to tweak your own nipples. “I’ll look over my shoulder and watch your hand pump your dick and then, then you can make me cum, ok?”
His eyes raise to yours, his hands still branding against your hips under your skirt. “You wanna come on my face?”
“I want you to taste it.” You whisper and he smiles a little and you feel his hand leave one of your hips and then feel his fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing viciously. “And it’ll make me so wet so that I can just slide down and you can flip me over or bend me in half or whatever you want and just fuck me until your dick explodes.”
That last line of your sentence makes him growl and soon you feel his arms around your back and he’s moving, moving under you and over you and soon your back is against the passenger seat, he’s still deep inside of you and he’s still got on his shorts, but now he’s leaning over your, sucking your nipples and thrusting into you, rotating his dick a little when he’s in and pulling out harsh, waiting a second and then slamming back in. “Fuck me little girl…”
“Sometimes I think it’s too big…” You sigh. He’s got all the power now, and his hip bone is thrusting up against your clit with every earth shattering thrust. “Oh shit Justin!”
You can feel him in you swelling. But you know its not over yet. It won’t ever be over. Ever. Thousands of orgasms later and hours and hours and days of sex could pass and it still wouldn’t be enough. Not to say he’s not satisfying, but to say he’s too good, too fucking good. He’s addicting and even when you feel you are satisfied you realize you just want more and more and you want it each time harder and deeper than before.
You have never really been with a man that you liked as much as him. Sure you had had sex before and sure you had been fucked before. But you never really had liked it. If you were in love with the guy, sure it was nice and you’ve never complained about having an orgasm.
But Justin, damn, he made you want to be fucked. He made you need it. He made you want to be punished and pounded. He made you feel dirty and animalistic, craving and hungry.
He’s the one who’s made you kinky. And it’s all happened within three weeks.
“You like it when daddy fucks your little pussy, don’t ya?” You feel the first small wave start to hit you when you feel his lips say the words harsh against your ear. It’s something about him. Sometimes he can have sex with you and be sweet and loving and say sexy, secret little things in your ear. And then sometimes he’s like this and he’s vicious and violent and mean and dirty and you love it. “You like it when he fucks you with his hard dick.”
“Yes, god yes.” You pant, your breasts bouncing with each movement of his body surging into yours.
“You can’t live with out it. You have to be fucked by me, ain’t that right?”
“Yes….don’t stop.” You cry out, pleading with him, searching his eyes. “Please…”
He grins, cocky, arrogant, fucking you hard. “That’s it baby girl, beg for it. Beg for my cock.”
“Please Justin, please make me cum.”
“Wait.” He stops. He pulls back and sits back on his knees, you’re laying there spread before him, wide eyed and staring, wondering what…the…fuck. His dick is hanging out, twitching a little, soaking wet, almost purple with the amount of blood running through it. His hands are on his thighs and he just tilts his head to the side. “Who said you got to cum?”
You immediately narrow your eyes. You know he’s not about to play this game with you. “Don’t.” You threaten.
“What are you gonna do?” He crosses his arms over his chest. You don’t know what you’re going to do, but you have got to do something, you have to beat him at this game or you both might end up frustrated and lonely tonight.
“Don’t do this to me.” You say.
“I don’t know,” He shrugs. “You’re all about sitting on my face and watching me get off. Making me always do all the hard work. Never giving me any-“
“I just gave you head!” You exclaim. You can’t believe that he’s really going to drag this out when you were seconds from cumming all over his dick and squeezing him into shooting his own gun deep inside you.
His forehead wrinkles a little and he gets a defiant look in his eyes, “Didn’t let me cum in your mouth now did you?”
His argument is stupid and you call him out on it. “You’re the one that made me stop!”
You watch his eyes travel over your body, twisted in your half opened clothing, you still have on your shirt unbutton and your breasts are aching how they are awkwardly pulled out over your bra. Your skirt is bunched around your middle and your legs are still spread for him. Feet still dirty with grass from walking on the ground. “Aww babygirl, you’re kind of dripping on my car seats.”
“Then fuck me and I won’t!” You bang your fists against the dash and the back of the seat. You want it, god you want it so bad and you can’t stand it anymore. You need to be fucked by something.
He sighs and shrugs, “I just can’t do that.”
“Fine…” You spit out and immediately spread your legs wide for him and you move your hand down. “Then I’ll just fuck myself.”
His eyes watch your hand. You’ve told him before that you’ve always only used a dildo and a vibrator, never put your own fingers inside. You weren’t lying, but it’s a desperate time and you want him to realize what he’s missing.
You press your fingers against your clit and sigh and then move them down and then slowly, very slowly push one inside of you. You gasp at your own heat and how smooth and silky it feels. No wonder guys like pussy so much, you think. You slide another finger in and close your eyes, grabbing your breast with one hand and moving your fingers in and out of you pressing your palm against your clit and rubbing hard.
You moan and look at him. He’s staring down at you hand, mouth opened slightly. He gulps and licks his lips. “Shit girl, I was just kidding…”
“Yeah…” You whisper and then you moan when a slight wave hits you. It’s not as good as his hand and it’s not as good at his dick, but it’s still very, very nice. “Yes, fuck…”
“Stop it…” He says in a small voice.
But you keep on harder. If you have to you’ll get off this way, showing him what he’s missing out on, you work your hand faster and your body shakes a little. “I can’t stop…”
“Stop it.” He says a little louder.
“Oh yeah…” You bite your lip and arch your back, push your breasts up in the air and bending your pussy towards him. “It feels so good.”
Suddenly his hand is gripping your wrist tight and you fell him rip your hand away from your vagina, pulling your fingers out. You gasp and look up, his mouth inches from yours. You feel his penis touching against your pussy and he grits out between clenched teeth and a tight jaw. “When I say stop, I mean stop.”
He surges in, gripping your hips and holding you there. Not moving but pressing deep and hard against your spot so far up inside of you. You start to gasp. He’s not thrusting, not moving, just staring at you inches from your face, his dick deep, deep inside, stretching you but not fucking you, just completing you in every way.
He starts to smile a little, that gold tooth peeking through and you feel it, his thumb presses against your clit and starts to rotate in a small circle movements, slow and steady.
And it happens and you can’t stop it and you really don’t want to. You swallow hard and you croak out “Oh god!” He’s not even thrusting but he’s just pushing against that spot and pressing against your clit and it’s too much and you feel yourself shake and your hands grab at his shoulders.
“Just-just-just…” You can’t even get out his name. It starts from your head, it feels like your brain is shaking and moves down, exploding in your pussy like thousands and thousands of little fireworks and those fireworks send sparks out to your toes and fingers tips and you clutch his shoulders and press your face against his bare chest, cumming hard and violent, trashing about him, even though you’re completely silent. The wind is completely knocked out of your lungs and you’re unable to even speak as your body sucks him in and curls around him, your nerves spasm and you start breathing deep, catching your breath, sounding like your choking as you start to come down.
“There’s my girl.” He says softly holding you in his arms and letting you sag and lean against him.
You breathe against his body and lick your lips. You look up at him and mouth his name, still unable to speak. It was too much, too intense, and you don’t even know hot to act now.
You’ve never felt that before. And you hope you’ll get to feel it again. “Shh, it’s alright girl.” He pulls out of you slowly and you rest there against the seat, breathing steadily as you watch him tuck himself back in his shorts which will barely zip over his straining dick.
“What...what are you doin’?” You finally ask.
“I’m taking you home. I went ahead and grabbed up your purse…” He points to the floorboard of the passenger seat but you just blink at him. “And I told your brother you were coming home with me.” He cranks the car and you just stare at him. He grins and leans over to kiss your sweaty forehead. “It’s alright. He kind of figured us out. And he’s cool with it.”
“Really?” You smile, but you almost don’t believe it.
He kisses you lips a little, then sucks on his teeth and reaches up, pulling the piece off his tooth. You raise a curious eyebrow at him as you resituate your breasts and start to button up your shirt. He laughs and drops it in the cup holder on the console. You don’t know what it was, but something about that little tooth got you going. You can’t explain it and you’re not sure you want to.
He puts the truck in reverse and looks over his shoulder as he backs out. “Catch your breath little girl,” He says, grinning, eyes still looking out the back, “Cause we got all night.” He turns when he pulls out on the road, puts the car in drive and then places his hand on your thigh. “And I haven’t even cum yet.”