whispered across the skin near her buttocks and she lifted her head. A pair of knees suddenly filled her vision. Her breasts swayed with her heavy breathing and her anticipation.
TJ moved, straddling her legs on his knees and tickling her calves and thighs with his hairier legs. His cock prodded her, first bumping into one butt cheek then hitting upon her slit. He separated her ass with his thumbs and his gaze bore into her like a one ton weight.
She whimpered and dropped her head back down. How could she be doing this?
One hand left and she bit her lip. Surely he didn’t think to do anything to her ass. Not tonight. Something cold plopped onto the tight pucker.
“Oh God.”
“Relax, baby. If you don’t like it, I’ll back off, simple as that.”
“Uhnnn…”
TJ’s thumb pressed through the cold lubricant and she tensed. Jon sat in front of her, his erection at a furious angle right in front of her face. Fascinated by the pearly drop of come on the fat head, she relaxed, curving her spine and releasing the tension in her butt.
Jon’s hand tangled in her hair, lifting the strands away so he could see her face.
“You ever done this before?”
She burst out laughing. “Which part? The going down on my hands and knees, the two men at once, letting someone stick their thumb in my ass, or the blow job I think is staring me in the face?” She glanced up at him. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”
His smile said he liked her answer. His words cemented it. “I love your feistiness. I am specifically referring to the blow job, as you so eloquently put it.”
She would have answered except at that moment TJ slid a finger into the one place on her body nothing had ever entered before. It hurt, yet felt good at the same time. She groaned and backed into him. He steadied her with the hand on her back again, pushing her forward until he had her where he wanted her, and pulled his finger nearly all the way out.
“Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Well duh,” she wanted to shout but didn’t. She wiggled, looking for more. “Since nothing’s ever been…” He pushed in again. “Fudge.” Chris collapsed onto her elbows and dropped her head on her forearm.
“What was that?” TJ asked, retreating and thrusting over and over, opening her up to what she was sure would be a bigger invasion sooner rather than later.
“Nothing,” she snapped and heard TJ chuckle. Jon tilted her head and scooted closer. His penis would have poked her in the eye had she not yanked her head back some more.
And there it was again, in all its way-more-inches-than-she-could-handle glory. She realized she wanted to though. She wanted to take all she could of his length in her mouth and please him. It was the thought of swallowing what came out of said penis that made her pause.
Did everyone swallow? Did Jon expect her to? Would he be angry if she didn’t? Christ, just thinking about it had her sweating and gagging. Fear of the unknown. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she was making it out to be. She agonized over the problem for precious seconds before deciding if he didn’t like her not wanting to receive his come, then he could bite her. They’d essentially kidnapped her. If they made her do anything she didn’t want, she considered that rape.
His cock waved before her eyes, begging her for some attention, and she swallowed.
“Hey.” Jon’s hands slipped around her cheeks and he looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
Oh shit. He was going to make her cry. Again. She wasn’t prepared for the tenderness. She had not been brought up to perceive men the way he was acting.
“I want to,” she replied with steely determination. And she did. For him. For being a man she hadn’t realized existed.
TJ added a second finger and she yelped as he widened the expanse of her exit. It couldn’t be called an entrance. She didn’t think God had really meant for it to be used as an entrance when he created it, but
TJ moved, straddling her legs on his knees and tickling her calves and thighs with his hairier legs. His cock prodded her, first bumping into one butt cheek then hitting upon her slit. He separated her ass with his thumbs and his gaze bore into her like a one ton weight.
She whimpered and dropped her head back down. How could she be doing this?
One hand left and she bit her lip. Surely he didn’t think to do anything to her ass. Not tonight. Something cold plopped onto the tight pucker.
“Oh God.”
“Relax, baby. If you don’t like it, I’ll back off, simple as that.”
“Uhnnn…”
TJ’s thumb pressed through the cold lubricant and she tensed. Jon sat in front of her, his erection at a furious angle right in front of her face. Fascinated by the pearly drop of come on the fat head, she relaxed, curving her spine and releasing the tension in her butt.
Jon’s hand tangled in her hair, lifting the strands away so he could see her face.
“You ever done this before?”
She burst out laughing. “Which part? The going down on my hands and knees, the two men at once, letting someone stick their thumb in my ass, or the blow job I think is staring me in the face?” She glanced up at him. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”
His smile said he liked her answer. His words cemented it. “I love your feistiness. I am specifically referring to the blow job, as you so eloquently put it.”
She would have answered except at that moment TJ slid a finger into the one place on her body nothing had ever entered before. It hurt, yet felt good at the same time. She groaned and backed into him. He steadied her with the hand on her back again, pushing her forward until he had her where he wanted her, and pulled his finger nearly all the way out.
“Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Well duh,” she wanted to shout but didn’t. She wiggled, looking for more. “Since nothing’s ever been…” He pushed in again. “Fudge.” Chris collapsed onto her elbows and dropped her head on her forearm.
“What was that?” TJ asked, retreating and thrusting over and over, opening her up to what she was sure would be a bigger invasion sooner rather than later.
“Nothing,” she snapped and heard TJ chuckle. Jon tilted her head and scooted closer. His penis would have poked her in the eye had she not yanked her head back some more.
And there it was again, in all its way-more-inches-than-she-could-handle glory. She realized she wanted to though. She wanted to take all she could of his length in her mouth and please him. It was the thought of swallowing what came out of said penis that made her pause.
Did everyone swallow? Did Jon expect her to? Would he be angry if she didn’t? Christ, just thinking about it had her sweating and gagging. Fear of the unknown. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she was making it out to be. She agonized over the problem for precious seconds before deciding if he didn’t like her not wanting to receive his come, then he could bite her. They’d essentially kidnapped her. If they made her do anything she didn’t want, she considered that rape.
His cock waved before her eyes, begging her for some attention, and she swallowed.
“Hey.” Jon’s hands slipped around her cheeks and he looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
Oh shit. He was going to make her cry. Again. She wasn’t prepared for the tenderness. She had not been brought up to perceive men the way he was acting.
“I want to,” she replied with steely determination. And she did. For him. For being a man she hadn’t realized existed.
TJ added a second finger and she yelped as he widened the expanse of her exit. It couldn’t be called an entrance. She didn’t think God had really meant for it to be used as an entrance when he created it, but
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