by Jason Lenov
A cold fear flooded through me as I realized she might well have done this before except with someone else. Maybe she'd brought some other guy over to Allan's to watch her get fucked and they'd done the same thing. I felt paralyzed and completely under Stef's control in that moment and nothing could have been hotter. I pressed my finger against her clit, making her moan again.
"Oh fuck yeah," Allan growled as Stef started lapping greedily at his cock. He kept one fist in her hair and put his other hand under her chin as he started using her face like a pussy.
The more I spun circles around her dripping clit, the more she squirmed and moaned until her thighs were shaking and hot white juice was spilling from her hole down onto my hand.
Allan grunted again and looked at me with a smile. "Fuck, here it is I can feel it. She's gonna fucking come!"
A moment later Stef started thrusting herself backwards, pressing her pussy against my finger and hand and I felt the tremor of climax race through her.
Allan groaned and his eyes rolled back up into his head as his hips lunged forward, plunging his cock deep into Stef's neck. He let out a deep groan as he released into her throat.
I sat there stunned as I watched the two of them complete the sex act, Stef by my finger and Allan by her mouth. My cock was throbbing between my thighs and I longed to push into Stef's sweet wet pussy but I didn't know if that was... part of the plan?
Allan removed himself from her face after a few more grunts. His dick, sloppy with seed and bile, fell out with a noisy slurp as Stef gasped to catch her breath. He released her and she fell back onto her haunches, her back pressing against my chest. Her head lolled sideways and she looked at me with a tired smile, spunk drooling from her mouth. After a few more breaths, she spoke. "So?" she whispered. "Having fun?"
I was distressed and delirious and I had no idea how to respond. I couldn't stop looking at the cum running down her cheeks, Allan's cum, and thinking of the way he'd used her.
After a few seconds without a reply, Stef reached back and found my cock with her hand. As soon as her fingers tightened around my hardened rod, her smile grew wider and she closed her eyes. "I guess so," she whispered.
Of course she was right. I was hard because I was turned on but I was terrified at the same time. Not because of what I'd seen but because of what it was doing to me. Cold jealousy kept pulsing through my insides but every time it settled between my legs it would become super heated by the lust churning there.
As Allan left the room Stef opened her eyes again and looked into mine. "I bet you want to fuck my little pussy don't you Sammy?" she said, biting her lip.
It was almost disgusting, hearing her say that while her mouth was still covered with another man's cum but I couldn't pretend it wasn't true. I nodded, already getting up onto my knees and trying to pull my own cock out.
Stef laughed quietly and pushed me away. "Unh-uh," she said, rolling over and covering herself with a sheet. She bit her lip again even as she eyed my bewilderment at what she was doing. "I'm gonna' make you wait," she cooed.
What a tease! What a fucking slut of a tease she was being and yet I couldn't believe how much I loved it! She was going to lie there, probably act like a whore with her friend some more and make me watch while he fucked her.
"Hey Sammy?" she whispered. Her finger was at her mouth and she was biting the tip of it.
"Huh?" I muttered, clambering back to where I'd been sitting before.
"You really want to make me wet for you?"
"Uh-huh," I said, nodding my head vigorously, unable to take my eyes off of her.
"Don't touch your cock Sammy. Wait until later, okay? Will you do that for me?"
I shuddered at the request. I shuddered because I could have sworn that somehow I had known it was going to come. I had known she was going to ask me to do something like that, something that would let me demonstrate just how much control she had over me.
Of course, I knew I could leave at any time. That wasn't the problem. I could just get up and go if I wanted. Sure, I sort of had a thing for her already but if push came to shove, if things went too far and I really didn't want anything else to do with her or this, I could just bail.
I knew that. And yet I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay and see how far she would take this and see how far I would let her go.
"You with me Sammy?" she asked as Allan wandered back into the room beer bottle in hand, his flaccid cock dangling between his legs.I stared into her eyes and nodded. "I'm with you," I said.
Her smile and the way her eyes lit up in that moment is something I'll never forget.
Chapter 21
To my great relief and small disappointment, Allan was a little too drunk to fool around any more that night. Even though Stef had wanted to show off for me some more, he had a hard time getting it up and after a while our buzz was fading and the mood had slipped away.
We politely said our goodbyes and called a cab. Allan seemed unapologetic about his inability to perform a second time but that was fine. By the time we got in the cab I could barely keep my hands off Stef. As I reached out to touch her leg, she pushed my hand away, smiled a wicked smile at me and crossed her legs.
She stared at me the whole way home, as if she was trying to drink in my discomfort and angst.
There was so much confusion and anguish, guilt and shame and arousal churning around inside me that I had no idea what to do with it. I must have reeked of needing sex and I was surprised the cabbie didn't kick us out.
When we got back to my parents place I threw a bunch of bills at the driver and made a run for the door. Stef followed me, cool as ever, relishing my need and possibly the way she had me wrapped around her little finger.
When we got inside she kicked off her shoes, let out a little laugh as I tried to kiss her and smacked me on my ass cheek. "Alright, tiger. I can't keep this up forever. Get upstairs."
I followed her up the stairs my hands resting on the soft mounds of her ass. In the bedroom she turned around and let me peel off her clothes and when she was naked she put her hands on my shoulders and made me sink to my knees in front of her. My eyes were just below her chest and I looked up like a loyal servant looking at his queen.
Still smiling and without a word, she picked up her tit, leaned forward and fed it to me.
I sucked the stiff nipple into my mouth and my cock jumped at the taste and feel of the wrinkled bud gliding along my tongue.
"Oh Sammy," she sighed as I started rolling my tongue around it and trying to suck it in as deep as I could, like I was trying to pull milk from it. "That was so fucking hot, you watching like that. Feel my pussy."
I didn't need to be asked twice. Still suckling on her teat and staring up into her deep blue eyes I pressed the edge of my finger against her slit, splitting it open and sending a torrent of her heat gushing out.
My dick jumped, threatening to tear a hole in the pants I was wearing.
Stef moaned above me, reached down and pressed my hand harder against her soaked puss. She pulled her breast gently away, the nipple popping out with a wet slop and stepped forward.
I knew what she wanted from me and normally I would have been only too happy to give it to her but now I was so turned on that I didn't think I could wait. "Baby, can I... can we... " I let the question hang, hoping she would understand how badly I needed her right then.
A grin spread across her lips as she took another step forward, bending me back until I could no longer sit on my knees and had to roll back onto my ass. "Sammy," she purred, reaching down and stroking my cheek that was now almost directly below her. "Of course we can. But you are making me so fucking hot by how... good you're being about all this. Can you just do this one last thing for me? Please?"
A thin strand of her clear juice dripped down from her pussy in that moment and landed on my neck. It dribbled down onto my chest and that, along with the scent of her hot snatch that close to my face made my cock throb again.
Again I knew that if I'd wanted to
I could have said now. If I'd wanted to I could have told her that I needed her then and I'm sure she would have said that was no problem and let me fuck her.
But being so close to her, under her like that, desperate to come and still curious to see just how far she would take this was a greater force. I opened my mouth as she took the last step forward and settled her pussy lips onto my face.
This time I plunged my tongue in, hungry to taste every last drop I could suck out of her. As I pushed her lips apart another gush of her hot juice spurted into my mouth. She groaned and clutched two handfuls of my hair with her fists.
I started fucking her with my tongue, trying to get as deep as I could into her. My cock lurched each time I plunged into her pussy and more of her juice came oozing out.
Every once in a while she would break out of her swaying trance above me and look down with a hungry smile. She looked so intense and yet content at the same time. She started panting, her breath coming in short gasps a few moments later.
I felt her pussy start to clench around my tongue.
The first hot splash of her cum came as a shock. She had already been leaking into my mouth but this was an actual squirt, enough fluid to fill my mouth. I tried to back away but she had me so tight by the hair that I couldn't. I had to swallow instead.
As Stef moaned above me, her pussy gushed pulse after pulse of hot nectar into my mouth. I was powerless to do anything but swallow, the excess spilling down my cheeks and neck and soaking the shirt I was wearing.
With one last scream, the end of her climax ripped through her and her thighs shook against my cheeks. She held me there, my mouth pressed against her pussy so that I had to breathe heavily through my nose, panting and staring at my cheeks turning red. Then, when she decided it was time, she let go of my hair and started sliding down my chest.
Reaching down between her legs, she undid my pants.
I lifted my ass up and she yanked them down my legs, just enough for my cock to spring out. Putting her arms on my shoulders she settled over me in a squat, just high enough so I could feel the heat of her pussy touching the head of my cock.
"Holy fuck Sammy," Stef said, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead against mine.
"Yes?" I whispered, half-joking but half wanting to hear what she was going to say. I wanted to hear that she'd loved everything that had happened. I wanted to hear that she wanted more of it. I wanted to hear that she wanted to spend more time together and do this all again, that she felt something close to what I did.
"I've never done anything like that," she said, her hips swaying seductively above me. Her thighs must have been burning from squatting like that and still she held the position, taunting me with her closeness.
"Me neither," I whispered. I wished she'd open her eyes and look at me. I desperately wanted to feel us connect.
She did. She opened those big baby blues, tilted her head back and looked straight into mine. The smile was gone, not a trace of it left on her lips. She was as serious as I'd ever seen her. "Sammy... "
I didn't say anything as she trailed off. A special silence formed between us.
Stef slid down onto her knees, low enough that her pussy touched my cock. She looked at me again.
"What were you going to say?" I asked. Being so close to her and not inside her was killing me but I needed to hear what she was going to say.
She looked away, suddenly shy and not herself. She shook her head. "No, nothing. It was nothing."
I knew it wasn't nothing. I knew it was a big something and I wanted to hear it more than anything else in the world. "Please?" I whispered.
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "It's silly. I shouldn't. Come on," she said. Then, leaning forward she pressed her pussy harder against the head of my cock until I felt her pick split open and hot juice run out.
"No, wait!" I whispered. Not that I really meant it. The inside of her meant the world to me right then but whatever she was trying to keep from me meant more. "Please? What was it?"
Her chest swelled as she let go of her weight and lowered herself onto me. As her tight pussy swallowed me up it felt like the heat from her core was invading my body, running through my cock and up my spine.
I groaned as she impaled herself onto me, the whole time staring deep into my eyes. She pressed her breasts against my chest, tilted her head and kissed me gently on the mouth. "Sammy," she whispered, the sound of my name barely a breath across her lips. "I think... "
She paused.
My jaw hung open and my eyes were wide as she moved her hips slowly in my lap, her pussy sloshing quietly along my cock.
"I think... I think I'm falling in love with you."
My heart melted, draining into my loins and making my cock thick with seed.
As Stef slowly rode me up the wave of my climax, she would kiss me, then lean back, bite her lip and stare into my eyes, then lean forward and kiss me softly again.
As I felt cum start to pulse into my shaft I pressed my cheek to her chest and felt her wrap her hands around my neck. "Oh fuck," I groaned as my cock began to throb inside her pussy.
I knew I was bare and she was unprotected but none of that mattered in the moment. The fact that she just wrapped me closer to herself made me want to stay in her hot cunt forever.
Pulse after pulse of my eruption sprayed into her, coating her womb until I felt it start to drizzle down my shaft.
She kept rocking even after I had come, even after my cock started going soft, clinging to me and finally lying me down onto my back. From there, on top of me, she stared into my eyes one more time as a fresh smile spread slowly across her plump lips. "You and I are going to have so much fun."
Chapter 22
When we woke up the next morning we cuddled under the covers, delaying the start of the day despite the fact that we were both pretty hungry. There was a talk that needed to be had but both of us were enjoying the newness and freshness of what was happening too much to pay attention to that need. Finally, some time after noon we managed to crawl out of bed and into the shower.
We made our way to Jeanine's Diner, which was just a few blocks down the street from my parents place and found a quiet booth in the corner of the almost empty restaurant.
We munched on eggs and home fries for a while before Stef popped the question.
"So what was that thing you wanted to talk to me about?"
I almost choked on my toast when she asked it. It was so innocent, the way she was waving her fork around and concentrating on her food. She had no idea what it was about and, frankly, I'd forgotten all about it. It took a moment to swallow the mouthful of food I'd almost choked on and by that time I'd been silent long enough that she looked up.
"You alright?" she asked.
I coughed, then reached for my water. "I'm fine," I replied, my throat finally clearing. "I'm fine."
"So? What was it about?"
As my mind raced to make up lies, a part of it started to remember how messy this all was. I'd slept with Laura, practically Stef's aunt. I'd watched her and Arnold fucking from their closet. I could probably leave that part out but what if it came out? What if things with Stef and I got serious and all of this somehow came out and I was caught in my lie, or at least my omission.
I could barely bring myself to look her in the eye and I'd just thought of excusing myself to go to the bathroom when a pair of worn jeans and cowboy boots stopped at our table.
"Steffie?" Her name had been spoken with a hint of drawl.
I looked up to see a broad shouldered man in a cowboy hat, big brass belt buckle in the shape of a sheriff's star.
Stef turned and her eyes started to sparkle. A moment later she was jumping up and into the guy's arms and making people turn to stare at the commotion.
Another wave of relief and panic rode over me at her enthusiastic greeting. This was clearly someone from her past. Clearly more than just a friend. Someone who'd saved me, by coincidence but still, from a very awkw
ard conversation. Even as I stared at the way they buried their faces into each other's necks, my cock rising at the sight, I knew I would have to confront that difficult talk at some point. Just not now.
"Holy shit, Billy, what in the fuck are you doing here?" Stef said.
Even Billy turned and looked around at all the people staring disapprovingly at Stef's loudness and language.
"Oops!" she giggled, then followed up with a quick, "sorry!" before sitting down. "Come on," she said, patting the chair next to her and between us, "have a seat!"
Billy glanced at me, mouth open, looking apprehensive, like he knew he was interrupting something. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to... I just... Stef and I know each other from before and... "
"Bill!" she snapped, "It's alright! He's alright."
Hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort both I and obviously Billy felt, I wiped my mouth with a napkin, stood up and offered my hand. "Sam Jones," I said.
Bill, or Billy, or whatever I was supposed to call him, nodded in that way that strong men do when they appreciate an honest greeting. "Bill Sampson. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I replied. "Seriously, have a seat."
Bill took a second pretending to decide, which I thought was pretty polite of him, but removed his hat and sat down. He looked at me and nodded again before Stef piped up.
"What are you doing? What are you doing here? Are you here with the band?"
Bill smirked. "You better believe it, although I can't even believe it myself!"
Stef's jaw dropped open and she slapped Bill's arm.
Bill just laugh, pretended to have to rub where her palm had landed and put his shoulders on the table.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Stef exclaimed. More patrons turned their heads to look in our direction, though Bill was now too busy staring at Stef and smiling to notice. "How the hell did you fucking hillbilly's get this far north?"
Bill smirked and shook his head, rubbing his forehead with a palm and pushing back his cowboy hat. "So how's life been treatin' ya'?" he asked.
