John B and Wheezie

(assume for purposes of the story that Wheezie is 18)

John B and Wheezie had always had a fiery attraction to each other, ever since they first met on the shores of the Outer Banks. But with Sarah in the picture, they had never acted on their desires. That is, until one hot summer day when Sarah was away on vacation with her family.

Wheezie had been hanging out at the Pogue’s house, drinking and flirting with John B. The tension between them was palpable, and it wasn’t long before they were both drunk and making out on the couch.

“Fuck, John B,” Wheezie moaned as he ran his hands down her body, grabbing her ass and squeezing it hard. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you, Wheezie,” John B growled, his hands now on her tits, squeezing and massaging them through her shirt. Wheezie’s nipples were already hard, and John B couldn’t resist leaning down and taking one into his mouth, sucking and biting on it until Wheezie was squirming beneath him.

“Mmm, fuck, John B,” Wheezie moaned, her hands fumbling with the button on his pants. “I need your cock inside me.”

John B didn’t need any more encouragement. He quickly stripped off his clothes and positioned himself between Wheezie’s legs, his cock already hard and throbbing with desire.

He entered her with one swift thrust, causing Wheezie to scream out in pleasure. “Oh fuck, John B, yes!” she cried out, her nails digging into his back.

John B began to move in and out of her, his hips slamming into hers with each thrust. Wheezie’s pussy was so wet and tight, it felt like heaven to him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” John B grunted, his hands gripping Wheezie’s hips as he pounded into her.

Wheezie could feel her orgasm building, and she knew she was close. “Fuck, John B, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her back arching off the couch.

John B could feel her walls clenching around him, and it was enough to push him over the edge. “Fuck, Wheezie, I’m gonna cum too!” he yelled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

With one final thrust, they both came, their bodies shaking with pleasure as they rode out their orgasms together.

As they both lay there, panting and sweating, John B couldn’t help but think that this was the best fuck he had ever had. And he couldn’t wait to do it again.