I must say, it is always interesting to shower with my nephews outside the bathroom door. At six and ten, they find me to be a constant source of entertainment.
Questions abound from them, with my normal answer. Do you want the truth, or can I lie to you? They prefer my lies on most topics.
They leave me alone long enough for me to dress. As soon as I leave the guest room, they want to know where I am going, what am I going to do, why won't I stay with them, etc.
At the doorway, I give them hugs and kisses. The six-year-old tells me I smell "pretty," and his brother agrees.
You're going to go with a boy, the six-year-old tells me.
Oh really, I question him back. What makes you think that?
He then tells me about how I smell "pretty" and girls who smell "pretty" go play with boys.
Can't beat that logic.
I announce my intent to see them in the morning, telling them the "inquisition" is over. The ten-year-old wants to walk me out to the driveway, to make sure I get to my car safely. In his socks, he runs out before me, opening the car door. Before he closes the door, he wants a solid confirmation from me I will not miss his final football game. I give it to him.
A few miles later, I'm where I want to be on this Friday night about sevenish.
As I enter the house, I'm greeted by his dog. The dog seems pleased to see me, I think. I sure hope I get the same response from his master.
I know there is a plan. . . I get to "choose" my favorite seat! In my wicked mind, there is no choice.
I'm going to "sit" where there a man has strapped himself to his bed!
I take off my clothes, as quickly as possible. I still have the dog's attention; after I pull off my jeans I feel the familiar cold, wet nose on my ass. Must be a "dog" thing. Once over the shock of the nose, I'm left standing in a crushed velvet piece of lingerie. The dog approves.
In sheer moments, I am bounding into the room where my friend has himself tied to the bed. A sight I like to see-- a man, in my underwear, tied down spread eagle.
Yup. My nephew was right. I was indeed planning on playing with a "boy!"
I was already wet, from the time I put my jeans on after my shower. Nasty thoughts filled my head, knowing a tongue would soon be in my pussy made me all the wetter.
Casual greetings are exchanged, I attempt to be a gracious guest. Like a child, I want to "hurry up and dig in."
Kisses are exchanged. My friend has a long tongue, sucking on it turns me on. He frees his hands from his self-imposed bondage (which I find to be extremely sexy as well as delightful!) and I am treated to his hands roaming all over my ass.
I'm the consummate time-waster. I enjoy the thrill of pleasure denied; making pleasure obtained all that much more magnificent once realized. . .
Not tonight.
I break from the kissing, to place my ass right over his face. I was invited to sit at my favorite place; how impolite of me not to make my choice known?
His hands spread my ass, allowing him access to my wet pussy. The initial dive of his tongue into my snatch causes me to lean forward onto his wall. If the wall wasn't there, I bet I would have fallen over from pleasure.
All I can think about is how bad I am, how corrupt my need to fuck and be fucked is. . .
I know I'm going to be fucked. Fucked so damn good, I won't be able to stop thinking about his hard cock for days. Or, longer.
Fuck me, I think. Seriously, fuck me. So what if I spend most of my life as a mean, hateful bitch. . . I want to be nasty.
I'm thrown from my personality thoughts by the start of an orgasm. I know I am going to cum. Hard. I force myself to hold back, to stop myself. I want more tension. I want the evil orgasm, the orgasm that makes me feel like I am on fire. I feel his tongue, working my clit. Fingers are in my pussy. . .and I am so fucking wet.
I pull myself away just a bit, to give myself a "rest." I want to cum, I want to delay it, I want to fuck. I don't get too far away, for my friend pulls me back down onto his face.
He shoves his tongue up into my pussy. I know moans of pleasure are escaping my lips. I can't hear myself. I look over my shoulder, to see his hard cock in my panties. The panties don't do shit for covering up his dick. Good for me-- the mere thought of hard cock puts me back onto my path of orgasm.
Holding back on an orgasm is far more difficult than finding it. I can practice delayed orgasm by myself- it is a true challenge when a man is controlling the action on my pussy.
I stop holding back, and it happens. I can hear the low moan of my friend, as he drinks in my pussy juice. A finger on my ass makes the orgasm that much more intense-- I feel greedy for enjoying such pleasure.
Not missing a beat, my friend removes the rest of his binds, and I lay down on his bed. He dives back into my wet pussy. I want more pleasure, I'm anxious to be fucked.
I spread my legs as far wide as they will go-- I want him and his fabulous tongue to partake of all the pussy he can handle. His fingers are in my pussy; I know I'll cum again and again and again...
