Yadda Yadda, over 18, mostly fiction, etc lol. Constructive criticism always welcome.
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There's maybe a dozen people over tonight for a cookout planned three weeks ago. Everyone brought something to the party, you brought rum. It has been a while since I've had rum, mostly because I feel like I get into trouble with it. When you tell me you hid it for us to drink, I know you are hoping for trouble.
We spend the majority of the night eating and chatting with friends, both of us drinking more than our fair share. As the night is halfway done, I follow you inside when you make a bathroom trip. As you leave the restroom, I pull you into the master bedroom and shut the door. You moan against me as we make out, and I push you up against the nearest wall. You don't fight me as I kneel before you, dragging your panties with me. While you step out of them, I duck under your skirt and start to tease your clit with my tongue. I ball them up in my hand and slide a finger inside your pussy. You're wet enough that I start to wonder if you had already been touching yourself. You are trying to keep quiet as I lick and finger you, but you whimper ever so slightly anyway. The whimpers turn to outright moaning again when you feel me start to stuff the panties inside your sopping cunt. I can feel your hands on my head as you try to push me away, but I only drive my face against you harder. One fingerful at a time, you feel them filling you up, and you are only getting wetter for it. Soon there is just a tuft of it visible, and I stand up and slide my tongue into your mouth while I finger your clit a bit more. I whisper in your ear to stay wet, even if that means you have to touch yourself. As you shudder, I know you won't have any problems with that. I leave you there against the wall to go rejoin our friends.
I see you stagger out a few minutes later, the firelight hiding your flushed face. You drift from conversation to conversation, never staying long enough to arouse suspicion. But our friends are drunk, and don't notice either way. I secretly touch my hard cock, waiting for the right moment for the next move. as the next half hour passes, a few people leave, and the rest are in a group chatting. I lightly touch your arm and wink at you as I walk around the house. You follow me like a starved animal. As you round the back of the house, you see me hiding in the shadows, waiting for you. I tell you to come in front of me and when you do I reach for the panties. Feeling them inside you still, I tug them gently, and twist them. I want you to feel them, instead of becoming accustomed to them, but when you moan a bit too loud I decide you need to shut up. So I grab you by your hair and pull your head down. You cry out softly as you let yourself be guided onto the ground.
You unzip me and pull out my dick, seeing it bob in front of your face fills you with a powerful urge to taste it. When you open out your mouth to lick the swollen head, I shove my cock into your mouth, muffling your moaning. You are quick to get in line with the pace, diving quickly to swallow me whole, and you begin to bob up and down, coating me in spit. I feel you try to tongue the underside of my shaft, I feel your moans, I feel you forcing my tip into your throat. I feel your lips as you milk my cock, hungry for cum. I tell you not to stop for anything. or anyone. If we get seen, let them see you be a slut. I want them to see, I want them to watch you swallowing me. I moan softly when your hands reach up to fondle my balls. You take your mouth off me and begin pumping my shaft furiously as you lap at my sack. I want suddenly to cum across your face, your warm tongue nearly sends me over the edge. But you quickly engulf me again, this time your fingers explore the area just behind my sack. I know you are trying to give me a show, and to give me what I want, especially when you start teasing my ass. I look down I can just see the trail of spit running down from your lips, flipping through the night air. I know this is the time to stop you, so I pull out of your warm lips, and let your drool run down your chin and chest, leaving a visible trail from your tits, to your mouth. As I tuck away, I tell you not to wipe up after yourself, and I leave you there on your knees, wanting more again.