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Click hereWell, you are sitting on my face and I'm licking you. You're bouncing up and down and grinding and moving side to side and then bouncing some more. I hold on to your hips and move my head to stay with you so that I can at least keep the tip of my tongue on you. I can't really hold you still cuz you're ...
you have ...
there are two guys in front of you and ...
you're taking turns sucking on them.
And jacking the one you aren't sucking. And you talk dirty to them. You tell them you want 'em to cum on your tits. You tell 'em how big they are.
And I wonder if they're bigger than me.
You tell them how hot they make you. How hot their cocks are. How smooth and straight and perfect. You tell them there is no way you can deepthroat them.
You tell them you wish you weren't married so you could fuck them.
Oh how much you wish you could fuck them.
And your pussy keeps getting wetter and wetter. And your hips keep moving
gyrating
pressing
seeking.
My face is covered with your juices. Sticky. Sweet. Sexy.
My neck is tired. My jaw and lips are tired. My cock is sore from being ignored for 20 minutes or more.
And when they are ready you tell them to jack off onto your tits.
And the whole time, I'm trying real hard to keep licking and sucking on you.
And when they finally cum, they cum all over your tits. I hear you squeal in delight. You shout "Fuck yeah!" You scream "Give it to me!" And "More!"
You tell them how good it feels. How could they possibly cum so much. How sexy they are. How hot their spunk is on your
huge
fucking
tits.
And then you move away from my mouth and slide down my stomach to perch over my thighs. Your tits are coated with cum. But the smile on your face is pure animal bliss.
You pull my cock out of the panties you had me wear to the party and sink yourself on me
in
one
fast
plunge.
Fuck it feels so good to finally be inside you.
You stay upright. Play with your tits. Head back. Eyes closed. Reveling with my cock inside you. Your fingers work the cum on your tits. Smoothing, pushing, swirling the cum ...
the cum from these other guys ...
strangers ...
You close your eyes experiment with the feel of slickery cum on your tits. As you grind circles on my cock.
Then you lean forward, slowly. Your tits hang free as your hands go to either side of my head. You balance those beautiful
sensitive
exotoc
nipples
in front of me.
I know what you want but ...
I can't.
I can see the cum on your right tit begin to slide down the inner slope of your breast. Gravity at work.
"Don't make me tell you what to do ..." you say. It's a threat you say with a smile. You enjoy my predicament almost as much as you enjoyed the double blowjob.
I can see the cum on your left tit sparkle and shine in the candlelight. A candle you had me light after stripping me down to those panties in front of those two men.
"Cuz if I have to tell you, you won't cum tonight," you say. It's a promise you make with a smile.
The big freckle that's 1/3 of the way between your sternum and your right nipple is completely covered in spunk.
"Maybe not until next weekend," you say.
It's been three weeks already.
I know I can't make it another week.
But that's not why I move my hands from your hips to the sides of your tits. Careful to not touch any of the cum. But my left index finger can't avoid contact. I am surprised that it's already cool, especially because your tits are so hot.
You lean a little more forward for me as I lift my head and gingerly open my mouth. Stick out the tip of my tongue. I am afraid of the taste
and the texture
and the feel
and what you will think of me
so I close my eyes and move slowly toward your breast.
"Open your eyes," you whisper. "Clean up your mess, and make
me
cum."
That's all I need.
I engulf your nipple eagerly. I feel the cum's alien moisture and taste its foreign tang. I want to gag but I ignore it.
More than that, I want to make you cum.
And just like that, it's like any other time you ride me. Every other time you are on top.
We're pounding together below and I'm frantically licking
and massaging
and biting
and tweaking
and fucking
loving
your tits.
When you cum, you yell in my ear:
"Make me cum, you fucking bitch!"
"Lick up all that cum!"
"Cum in me now goddamnit!"
"Fucking make me CUM!"
And we cum together. Forever.
***
"So, how did it taste?"
"What?"
"All that cum?"
"I don't know. We just did it that one time where you kissed me after a blowjob. I don't really remember."
"Apparently you liked it."
"I just liked that you made me do it."
"Bullshit."
"Really—"
"Well, then, let's find out."
...
"Find out what?"
"Stand up and drop your panties."
"These aren't—"
"Do not argue with me, Bitch."
...
"Now, tell me what to say while I stroke you onto my huge fucking tits."
...
"Then you're gonna clean up your mess."
the subject is not bad at all,
but
the
single
word
carriage
returns
are
entirely
distracting.
Please STOP! Let the story set the pace, not the type.
Come on out sweetie. I guarantee you the boys will love some new hole to fill.
Jesus, that was horrible. As an experiment in writing style you earn a bit ZERO. ee cummings you are not. Bad story + unreadable = No need to try again.