but it’s so light and playful, it makes me smile and want to do it again.
“I didn’t let that get in the way though. I studied with her after school, got to know her, and she was as beautiful as she was smart, but she liked some other jackass. Well, now you and I know she didn’t really like him. She used that poor prick to tease the boy she really had feelings for— me . And all the while, I was pining away for her. Well, I got her drunk at a party, really fucking drunk. And in the process, I wasn’t paying attention to how much I was drinking either, but I was still in control, so it still seemed like everything was going well. She even started flirting and acting like she was horny for me.”
I inhale through my nose, and his curly hairs actually tickle my nostrils. My face scrunches up.
He pulls out for a second. “You okay?”
“Itchy nose.” I scrunch it up.
It’s absurd, but he scratches it for me, and after I thank him, he plunges his cock back inside my mouth like this is all commonplace.
I giggle around his girth and don’t care if it’s rude to laugh with a mouthful.
“Where was I? Oh yeah. The best part—she pretends to be playing games with me, something stupid like Truth or Dare, and dares me to get in a closet with her. I of course can’t back down now. I’d be a pussy if I did. So, I go into that closet, even if the dark does scare me. She touches me, she whispers something cute in my ear, and before I know it— wham ! She’s got me up against the wall.” He pushes his dick really deep to the back of my throat, and my uvula does not like it at all. It protests, and I gag a little. Instead of pulling out, he pushes deeper. “I’m nervous, so nervous in that closet that I’m nauseous, but she kisses me, and it’s so good, I come in my pants. To make matters worse, that dickhead she’s been crushing on, opens that closet, sees the wet spot on my poor boy’s pants and says something about it—about both my lack of money and lack of control. My stomach lurches, and I vomit all over the place, including on her feet.”
His dick makes short, punishing jabs into my throat.
I shake my head, telling him I didn’t know. I never knew he came in his pants. How could I have?
“She refuses to look at me at school from that day on. I try to talk to her several times, even though I’m scared to death to face her after I humiliated myself that way, and instead, I see her talk to him more and more.”
I shake my head harder.
No, no! That was so long ago. He’s punishing me for this now?
“But that doesn’t matter, right? That girl doesn’t exist any longer,” he says.
I blink and nod.
He cups under my chin. “Well, that’s not fucking true, now, is it?”
I try to swallow, but he’s still pistoning in and out of my mouth like a fucking freight train crashing through a tunnel.
“Oh, no, she’s still that girl. She shuts me out, says she’ll tighten security to try and keep me out, then she calls some jerk-off, asshat, named Riot. And he’s interested in my girl. Yes, he is.” He grunts. “And that pisses me off. You called him, didn’t you?”
I shake my head, and he slaps my arm a little harder this time than he did my cheek. It doesn’t hurt, and he’s obviously playing some game so it’s harmless, but I’m not sure what to do in response, so I simply stare in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” he hisses.
I stiffen, but keep sucking.
“She tells him she’s going to do nice things for him and even invites him over—to bring her some shitty ingredients to keep her hands clean, when she knows I’d gladly bring her that stuff.”
He means he’d steal it for me and break in to give it to me.
My eyes water, and my throat constricts, yet I like the idea of him constantly trying to break in and get at me. My body thrums with an electric energy, and my pussy clenches for a moment.
“She even tells him gym workouts are working for him. Is he hot?” he asks
“I didn’t let that get in the way though. I studied with her after school, got to know her, and she was as beautiful as she was smart, but she liked some other jackass. Well, now you and I know she didn’t really like him. She used that poor prick to tease the boy she really had feelings for— me . And all the while, I was pining away for her. Well, I got her drunk at a party, really fucking drunk. And in the process, I wasn’t paying attention to how much I was drinking either, but I was still in control, so it still seemed like everything was going well. She even started flirting and acting like she was horny for me.”
I inhale through my nose, and his curly hairs actually tickle my nostrils. My face scrunches up.
He pulls out for a second. “You okay?”
“Itchy nose.” I scrunch it up.
It’s absurd, but he scratches it for me, and after I thank him, he plunges his cock back inside my mouth like this is all commonplace.
I giggle around his girth and don’t care if it’s rude to laugh with a mouthful.
“Where was I? Oh yeah. The best part—she pretends to be playing games with me, something stupid like Truth or Dare, and dares me to get in a closet with her. I of course can’t back down now. I’d be a pussy if I did. So, I go into that closet, even if the dark does scare me. She touches me, she whispers something cute in my ear, and before I know it— wham ! She’s got me up against the wall.” He pushes his dick really deep to the back of my throat, and my uvula does not like it at all. It protests, and I gag a little. Instead of pulling out, he pushes deeper. “I’m nervous, so nervous in that closet that I’m nauseous, but she kisses me, and it’s so good, I come in my pants. To make matters worse, that dickhead she’s been crushing on, opens that closet, sees the wet spot on my poor boy’s pants and says something about it—about both my lack of money and lack of control. My stomach lurches, and I vomit all over the place, including on her feet.”
His dick makes short, punishing jabs into my throat.
I shake my head, telling him I didn’t know. I never knew he came in his pants. How could I have?
“She refuses to look at me at school from that day on. I try to talk to her several times, even though I’m scared to death to face her after I humiliated myself that way, and instead, I see her talk to him more and more.”
I shake my head harder.
No, no! That was so long ago. He’s punishing me for this now?
“But that doesn’t matter, right? That girl doesn’t exist any longer,” he says.
I blink and nod.
He cups under my chin. “Well, that’s not fucking true, now, is it?”
I try to swallow, but he’s still pistoning in and out of my mouth like a fucking freight train crashing through a tunnel.
“Oh, no, she’s still that girl. She shuts me out, says she’ll tighten security to try and keep me out, then she calls some jerk-off, asshat, named Riot. And he’s interested in my girl. Yes, he is.” He grunts. “And that pisses me off. You called him, didn’t you?”
I shake my head, and he slaps my arm a little harder this time than he did my cheek. It doesn’t hurt, and he’s obviously playing some game so it’s harmless, but I’m not sure what to do in response, so I simply stare in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” he hisses.
I stiffen, but keep sucking.
“She tells him she’s going to do nice things for him and even invites him over—to bring her some shitty ingredients to keep her hands clean, when she knows I’d gladly bring her that stuff.”
He means he’d steal it for me and break in to give it to me.
My eyes water, and my throat constricts, yet I like the idea of him constantly trying to break in and get at me. My body thrums with an electric energy, and my pussy clenches for a moment.
“She even tells him gym workouts are working for him. Is he hot?” he asks
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