I ask the big question

This was it. The big moment. The moment that I had been waiting for for years. Gemma and I had grown up together, being firm friends since we were kids. All through school we hung out, chatting about books and games while I slowly fucked her holes. She had actually been my first non-incestuous fuck, a major milestone in any boy’s life. Naturally, we had tried dating once, back in high school, but teen relationships being what they are we fell back to being friends pretty quickly. She seemed fine with it, but from then on, every time I used her mouth, pissed up her asshole or spunked in her womb, I wondered what would have happened if we tried again.

It was Celia who pushed me into action. I’d spent a movie night facefucking her and Gemma as we watched crappy horror movies. In the morning, after Gemma had left, Celia cornered me in a huff. I had apparently blown every load that night down Gemma’s hungry throat, switching out of my sister if need be. The little cumbucket had gone quite hungry by the end of the night. I hadn’t even registered this, and I thought long and hard as I filled my whiny sister’s belly with a mighty helping of piss. I decided that I had to make my feelings known.

So now it was time. I had planned this carefully. Her black lover seemed content with her sloppy cunt, so I took a deep breath stepped forward and guided my entire length into her throat. So far, so normal.

“Listen Gemma,” I began, beginning to pump my shaft slowly into her neck. I made sure to keep my cock at least partly in her throat and bottom out with every thrust. “I have something big to say, so I’m gonna keep your mouth occupied until I’m done.”

She raised her hands, giving me a thumbs up before bringing them around to my ass, pulling me further into her mouth.

“So, I know we’ve tried dating before, and it didn’t work out,” I began, as a frothy mix of drool and pre-cum started to spill from her perfect lips and down her perfect face. “But we were basically kids then, and I was too busy trying to knock up every teacher to treat you the way a beautiful girl like you should be treated.” Mission accomplished on the teachers, by the way. Gemma’s stunning face was a mess of spit now, waves spilling out of her mouth as she choked on my cock. It leaked into her nose, which now blew bubbles as she struggled to breath, and into her eyes, which were rapidly becoming bloodshot.

“We’re different people now,” I continued. “I’m more responsible, I’ve got two whores to take care of at home after all. And I’ve realised that you make me happy in a way no other slut has. I know I could just take you home and enslave you, but I wanted to ask... “ I took another deep breath, as she struggled for air. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

At last, I pulled out, releasing another wave of spit from her throat and over her face until it dripped onto the floor below. Ropes of spit connected her lips to my cock, still twitching just in front of her face. She gasped for air, breathing deeply and setting her fine tits heaving in front of me, but I had my eyes locked on hers, anxiously waiting for her response.