First Touch_My Best Friend's Little Sister

by Lauren Wood

  I lost count after the third time and was pretty much a rag doll with no energy. He was lifting my jacket and my shirt at the same time to trail his tongue along my spine up to my neck.

  “I was lost and then you found me. Giving me a brief taste of what you can do turned my head. It hurt to be across the street from you and not be able to express myself. I was trying to be good, but it feels so much better to be bad. I see your face a million times in my dreams and I wake up with morning wood every day. I’m guessing you can feel the effect you have on me.” He was rubbing the protrusion of his cock through the opening of his jeans against the very spot his tongue had just vacated.

  “Your approach isn’t for the faint of heart. I should have had a full physical before agreeing to this. I can honestly say I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that hard and that many times. I lost my breath and I’m trying to find it.” The knob was pushing past the petals of my sex, stretching me open and letting me feel the biggest part of him.

  “I’m what you might call a sex explorer. I’m about to impart to you the wisdom of what I have learned over the years. Making you happy is my mission. Those nights you come home from the restaurant will be met with a bubble bath and a long and satisfying massage. Then I will make you scream until the windows are rattling.” His words tickled my fancy and made me hungry to consume the evidence of his arousal.

  “Did I do that? It looks like you’re not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve.” I took half of his log of persuasion into the depths of my boiling hole.

  “Don’t act so innocent and we both know you have an evil side. On the count of three, I will thrust and you will push back at the same time.” We both had the same idea at the count of two.

  I found myself trying to usurp his control, but he was with me with every inch buried to the hilt. The extent of our depravity was only limited by our vivid imagination.

  “I admit that I don’t have a halo on my head. I tried to play nice, but the devil knows what lies in the heart of every man.” I was very juicy and leaving a glistening reminder of my excitement on every inch of him.

  “It’s exciting to be fucking you like this on the motorcycle that I personally made inquiries about buying. I can see the lips fluctuating and kissing every inch from the head all the way down to the balls.” He pulled all the way back, leaving me empty and then filling the void in one stroke to take my breath away.

  I came with my fingernails digging into the throttle of the machine and my pupils were drawn into the back of my head. My whole body was electrified and sizzling turning up the heat inside of me to a blistering degree.

  His balls were slapping up against me, but he was very careful not to make direct contact with the tracks of the zipper.

  “I want to change positions, but I don’t know if I can pull out without losing it. I think it might be a good idea since I would like to see your face when I do finally blow my nut.” It was rather crude, but it struck a chord inside of me to act like a wanton whore.

  I released him from my tight embrace and flipped around with my legs over his shoulders. He had his hand underneath me pulling me along the seat until his cock slid like warm butter back into the position he was previously in.

  “This is a red-letter day for the both of us. We’ve been dancing around what we want for too long. Isn’t it novel that we finally admitted the feelings that have kept us hostage for long enough?” I was telling him everything in my heart, but my body was betraying the flowery words coming out of my mouth.

  “Michelle, I’ve been in love with you from the moment we met, but I thought we were destined to be friends after that disastrous date. We are not meant for flowers and candy. This relationship demands that we throw caution to the wind.” He was fucking me deeply and making sure not one single inch was wasted.

  “I know that you can feel me cumming all over your cock. I fucking need you to promise me that this isn’t the last time that we are going to do this. I used to feel that sex was an obligation. God damn…your cock just got fucking huge.” I knew what that meant and I was ready to bring him to the pleasure that he wanted to feel.

  “My cock balloons bigger every time I get closer to the moment of truth.” I didn’t know that I was ever going to feel the same way that I did that day, but I was going to make it happen on a daily basis.

  “I’m cumming again and it’s even stronger than the first one. I hope you are ready for the ride of your life.” I turned the throttle and accidentally released the brake sending us headlong toward the cliff a few yards away.

  “No…yes…damn it…YES.” The hot contents of his balls burned like fire squirting from his hose.

  I don’t know if it was luck or good management, but he managed to grab the brake and come to a stop a few inches from the edge. The rocks skittered over from the wheels and he turned off the engine making sure our safety was his main concern.

  I breathed a sigh of relief and once again I found inspiration for another tattoo. It was interesting how being with him had opened up the pathways of my creative genius.

  I knew his work was dangerous, but he was going to introduce me to more than I bargained for. The ink was barely dry on his body and the mark I had left behind was permanent. It hurt to be alone, but I was never going to have to worry about that again. Bring on the next chapter.

  THE END

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