An old friend

We practically grew up together, he lived in the house behind mine for years. Going over it now, he was my first kiss, my first dick pic, and the first person to ever touch me where I’d never been touched.

He popped up out of nowhere and coincidence of all coincidences, we’re both bona-fide sex addicts.

I’m six months into a 2 year pledge of abstaining (for good reasons that don’t make it easier), so sex is out of the question. Unfortunately. I told him hard and fast: you can’t fuck me so don’t ask.

He asked me for selfies with maybe a little cleavage, and I can pretend I don’t know what he’s doing with them. Except he makes me an offer: $80 for a couple photos and a video.

I happen to be flat broke at the moment and $80 is nothing to sneeze at, so fuck it! I send him two nice shots I took that day and shake my tits around in a video for him.

Today he tells me he has to head home, but to meet up so I can have the money. He jumps in my car and we catch up a bit before the conversation naturally devolves to stories about sex and he gets his dick out.

I haven’t given head in six months and I miss it. Just having his cock out is tempting me to put my mouth on it. He suggests we drive a bit, then admits he suggested it so as not to beg me to blow him.

He asks if he can grab my tits and I say sure. He slips a hand under my bra and I say, “Whoa, I meant over the clothes!” He says he’s sorry, can he keep going? He’s already there, and he’s playing with my nipple which feels good, so what’s the difference at this point.

We’ve made a loop and parked next to his car again. He kisses me now and it’s not the first time but it feels new all over again. He pulls my tits out and plays with my nipples. He says he’s never seen pierced nipples before and I tell him he can’t say that anymore.

He takes my hand and I let him wrap my fingers around his cock. He kisses my lips, my face, my neck, and I stroke him. In my opinion, if you want to give a good hand job, use your mouth, so I don’t stroke him very long.

He’s asked me more than once if I’ll put my mouth on it, and I say no every time, but he knows I want to. It takes me longer to answer every time. He begs, “just a little?” I ask him to define a little and he says as little as I like.

I laugh and tell him he’s full of shit, as soon as I’m done he’ll want just a little more. We go for another small drive and he puts his dick away, but by the time we’ve made it to his car again, I can’t help myself anymore. I tell him fuck it, he can get his cock back out.

He’s got this look on his face like he doesn’t belive me for a second and I tease him, “Are you going to sit there until I change my mind?”

Of course he won’t, so he hurries to get his pants undone. I take my coat off- it’s already warm in the car and if I keep it on I’ll sweat. I let my seat back, slip my shoes off, and pull my legs up so I can lean over him.

I grasp his shaft and he kisses me before letting go of my face. I start to lean down, but my hair falls and I’ll get mad if I have to fight with it. I find a clip in my cup holder and swirl it all up on top of my head before taking him into my hand again.

He touches my neck and my face and I lick my lips, then the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth.

It’s been six months, but I surely didn’t forget anything. I bob up and down just a little, using my big, wet lips to make him harder and harder. I press his cock into the back of my throat and use my tongue to keep it pressed against the roof of my mouth.

He’s moaning softly and grabbing my tits. I come up a few times and tease him, “what if I’m done now?” Of course, he wants just a little more.

He’s hard now, and I press his cock into my throat just a little at a time. I come up for air and he kisses my face and neck while I stroke him.

He told me more than once that I don’t have to make him cum, not that I thought I did. But I’m already here, so may as well.

I start to jerk him while I bob, keeping up the pressure between the roof of my mouth and my tongue and sliding my hand to follow my lips up and down.

He presses a hand to the back of my head and goes, “Oh shit, keep doing that. Keep doing that.” His cock is so hard and I can feel him tense up. He begs me, please can he cum, please don’t stop that.

I let out an “mhm” but don’t let it distract me from my rhythm. He’s still begging me not to stop, but he’s getting a little breathy.

Finally I feel his cock throb and his hot cum gushes into my mouth. I pull my hand up to meet my lips again and make sure he’s finished before taking my mouth away.

He says he’s never done that before, cum in someone’s mouth. I tell him he can’t say that anymore either.

He told me originally he had to be home, so I ask if he has to go. He says he was due back at 11 and it’s already passed so he may as well stay.

He kisses me better now, holding my neck firmly and not letting me pull away in the slightest. He moves to my neck and sucks and nips, still with a firm hand. I know I let out a moan, but I can pretend I’m not embarrassed.

He pulls my tits back out any time I slide them into my bra and kisses me nicely. He doesn’t leave until 2a and while his car is warming up, I jump out to hand him his phone which was on the seat.

Since I’m standing, he may as well admire my ass, too. He grabs it and smacks it and takes hold of my hips to thrust against me. That makes me throb more than anything else and I tell him it isn’t fair.

I lean against my car, feet spread and back arched, and he spanks me, one cheek then the other, and again. He doesn’t hit me too hard and I almost let out another moan.

I press against him and he moves my hair to kiss my neck. He grabs my tits, my hips and rams against me, and I throb. I say that it isn’t fair, but I’m breathy and he does it again.

I kiss him and tell him I’m gonna go home and take care of what he’s left behind. He says he’ll see me again. And I know I’ll meet him when he asks.

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