Blake and the Blowjobs ... chapter 2

chapter 2

(All characters in this story, that do anything erotic, are at least 18 years old)

He… Brian’s friend’s tongue was exploring my kitty, up and down my labia, then pressing my clit and quickly sticking inside. Next to me on the bed, Brian shouts out loud as he delivers his load into his eager little sister Debbie. As he rolls off her, I reach across the bed and cup one of her perky little breasts.

His tongue really has my kitty warmed up, I feel the joy float across my body and I squeeze Debbie’s cute breast. She rolls over on top of me her little sweaty breasts poking my curved mountains. I shake with the attention my kitty is being given. Debbie kisses me on my cum flavoured lips and our tongues meet, they sword fight in our mouths. (We aren’t actually bisexual or anything, but in this pornified world, after your first hundred different cocks, a woman is just a variation.)

He stops licking me and I look up; his boner is erect and again and raging. I gasp out “Cock, I need your cock, fuck me, please, give it to me, now”. Debbie presses a sweaty breast in my face and I feel the end of his big cock exploring the gate of my kitty. I feel him slowly enter, deeper and deeper inside of me. Then he pulls back a little and then in deeper, slowly he is enjoying all of my kitty and Debbie starts kissing my breasts, slowly working towards an eager nipple. Then her tongue reaches it and my emotions explode.

“Yes, Blake, give it to me!” I gasp out. Brian’s nameless friend stops pumping my kitty for a minute. He chuckles and starts again. Debbie giggles into my breast, she knows how I feel about Blake, we have been together. Brian’s friend speeds up his cock, pounding my kitty to erotic happiness. He stiffens, goes all spastic for a moment and then relaxes lying on top of me, crowding Debbie.

Blake is my best boy fuck buddy friend. Of course we both get it on with many other people, but I can talk to him. I am proud of how many kitties he gets, as long as he saves some hardness for me. I want to share the world, and my body, with him. He prefers to do me rather than anyone else, male or female. I have never had any cause to doubt the earnestness of Blake's dedication, but I have sometimes wondered what it was he found most enthralling about me: my personality, willing nature, and true worth, or my so-to-speak bodily construction.

My mother’s bathroom scales were beginning to make me think it was the former…