It was the summer before University. A-Level exams were a distant memory, results day wasn’t quite looming. Had nothing to worry about beyond my summer job, and which party to go to that night.
I’d been with this guy John a few weeks. Things had got pretty intense, pretty quickly (probably because our first night together we’d fucked in my bed, whilst an old fuck buddy was fucking his most recent conquest on my bedroom floor). John wasn’t stereotypically hot – 6ft, broad chested, fairly overweight. What attracted me to him was his presence. He commanded attention – and got it. That dominance was also very prevalent in the bedroom. I’d been at his house a lot those few weeks and during that time he had had me handcuffed to his bed whilst edging me and then forcing me to orgasm over and over, he’d had my hands bound with his school tie whilst forcing his cock down my throat and he’d put a ball gag in my mouth, bent me over his bed and spanked my ass til it was glowing. I loved it.
His parents were away, and he and his brother were throwing a party. John and Mike were known for their epic parties. The house was full of drunk, stoned, horny teenagers. Earlier that day, John had given me a present – he’d bought me some Ben-Wa balls. An hour or so before people were arriving, after we’d been playing a little, he pushed them into my pussy. I jiggled and bounced – testing how they felt inside me. It was a pretty interesting sensation – feeling the internal weights colliding with the balls, which then reverberated through my pussy walls. For a little while, it was all I could focus on – as I put on my tiny thong, and my dress that barely covered my ass, and my make-up.
People started to arrive, and I soon forgot about the balls. Most of John’s friends were hotter than him – and one or two I’d fucked previously. John loved parading me around “Look what I’ve got”. He loved it when I’d flirt with other guys, when I’d get physical – touching their arms, stroking their chests, sitting on their laps… and then flounce back over to him. So I was in my element this evening – smiley and giggly; innocent, innocuous, casual touches, and the odd “accidental” flash of my cleavage and ass.
Sam, an emo boy with a pretty boy hair cut, pierced lip and dark moody eyes (who I might have fucked a few times earlier in the summer) was particularly attentive that evening – every time I moved room, he seemed to follow me. I went to the kitchen to raid the fridge for more beer, and suddenly Sam was behind me, his hips pressing into mine, I could feel his semi-hard cock grinding into my ass. “Are you sure you want John” he said into my ear. I twisted out of his grip, giggled at him and wandered off to find John. I fell into his lap and relayed what had just happened. “I’ve got an idea… come with me”. I followed John up to the bathroom where he explained – he wanted me to suck Sam’s cock. And he wanted Sam to know that I was being a good little sub and acting under instruction. I was tipsy, horny and the balls had been subtly working their magic. I readily agreed.
John sent Sam a message – “Lily is waiting for you in my room. I’ve told her to suck your cock. Cover her in cum.” I was completely unaware of this last sentence. Sam comes in to the bedroom – fairly hesitantly, expecting some kind of practical joke. When he sees me, alone, his eyes turn hungry and his cock swells – the bulge in his skinny jeans gets larger.
He pulls me towards him, and kisses me hungrily. When he lets me pull away slightly, I’m breathless and manage to get out “that’s not what I’m here for”. I drop to my knees, pull out his hard cock and take him down my throat in one motion. The groan that Sam makes as his hands tangle in my hair is intoxicating. He stumbles back against the door – stopping anyone coming in, and pulls me with him.
There was nothing teasing or slow about this blowjob – I wanted cum. I wanted to hear him growl as he shot his load. I wanted to feel his grip in my hair get tighter as he got closer to cumming. I’d been flirting with Sam a lot, he wanted me so much. Now he had me, he wasn’t going to last long. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and prepared for a huge load of cum – he would always cum loads. So I was a little surprised when he pushed me back and finished himself off, covering my face and chest in cum. It was dripping down my chin. Sam looked at me – taking a mental picture – and walked out.
I wiped off what I could, then went to the bathroom to fix my make-up a little bit. John found me as I was heading back downstairs – with a beer and a cigarette for me. “You got something in your hair there Lily” ever full of the wise ass comments. He wraps his arm round me and whispers in my ear “Good girl. You realise I need to reclaim your mouth now though?”.
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