It’s Like I Don’t Even Own My Pussy Anymore (Part 2)
Editor’s note: This post by Staci is a work of fiction. Read Part 1 here.
My mind started racing, wondering if it was wrong to be doing this with my stepbrother, but my mouth instinctively kissed him back. He put his tongue in me deeper than he should have, guys always want to kiss so deep . . . I love warm wet kisses, but this felt like he was auditioning my throat with his tongue for something a lot larger later.
“So, here is what happens next,” Johnny said without any emotion at all. “You’re going to keep me very happy.” He shifted his hips suddenly as I tried to climb off his cock, and somehow I ended up bucking forward before gravity pulled me back down so deep my teeth clicked together. It felt so fucking good. My hips started grinding down on him . . . it was wrong I guess . . . but my pussy wasn’t interested in facts.
“You don’t have to do anything mean to me,” I said meekly. “I’ll keep you happy, I promise.” I wasn’t sure what else there was for me to say. It’s one thing to be known as a party girl and get invites to all the frat houses, but it’s something totally different t have video out there like this one would be. Besides, if I’m being totally honest . . . I always thought Johnny was really cute . . . just don’t ever tell him I said that.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Johnny blurted out as he interrupted me. He was being so dismissive. It was like what I said or didn’t just wasn’t important, all that mattered was what he wanted and how quickly I could comply. “Lean forward and let’s see how these nipples taste,” he commanded. I started to breathe heavier. I love having my nipples sucked. I don’t have really big tits so too many guys overlook them but my nipples are so sensitive.
I gently allowed my nipple into his mouth and he sucked it softly for half a second before clutching at it with his teeth. It was then that I realized he was fucking me harder and using my tit just to hold me in place. I couldn’t back off him without a whole lot of pain, so I leaned into him more and made it even easier for him to get all he wanted out of me.
“Alright, you got what you want,” I gasped as he starting bucking harder and I could feel my warm juices trickling out. “I won’t move… I won’t even try to fuck… I’ll stay right here in this spot like a good girl and take it until you are done with me. I promise. Just please Johnny, don’t cum up inside me . . .we don’t have a condom . . . please,” I whimpered.
“I’ll cum where and when I want,” he whispered into my ear with a guttural tone that frightened me and turned me on all at once. “Get off my cock and clean yourself off my rod,” Johnny ordered. “Clean up your mess with your mouth and get a good taste of yourself . . . you get even wetter than your mom does when I’m inside her.”
At first I wanted to believe he was making a crude joke, but something about the way he said it and the look in his eyes had me convinced that he had been between her legs before as well… and likely more than once!
Coming next week: Part 3!
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