CH3: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vln4au/my_best_friends_baby_cousin_ch3_fingering_mdom/
“Abigale!” The snap of his word pulls me to my senses, reuniting me with my brain.
“What?”
“Your bra and panties. They’re soaked in cold rainwater. Take them off, now.”
I pull off my bra and my Fs hang loose. The girls are well known around town since they’re so large on such a small woman. Unknown to most, as I’m not a slut—even though I certainly feel like one right now—they’re decorated with spiderweb tattoos in fine line black and gray. Between them is a sternum tattoo of a female drider, a Dungeon’s and Dragons monster that’s a giant spider with a human torso coming out where the head should be. Her web of tangled foes hanging down from curved lines under my heavy tits. My pierced nipples point out at Jack, begging for his touch.
“Hey, is that you?” He squats in front of me, checking out the drider. “That’s fucking cool. What made you think of this?”
“My friends and I play D&D. My first character was a Drow and I was just choosing to be evil at every turn.”
He lifts a brow. “And you became a drider, wow.”
Oh? He knows D&D?
“The DM used her in some of our other campaigns. She’s like a boss in his world now.”
“You ever fuck the DM?”
I giggle. “I’m not telling.”
“Then you drink.” He smiles.
“What? No.”
He nods. “Yes. You asked how big my dick is, I answered. I’m asking if you ever fucked your DM and if you don’t answer you drink.” He stands and my eyes go straight back to his massive, rigid cock. “Come on. Let’s get under the blanket and watch the movie.”
I follow him into the living room, staring at the wall that is his back and his nice firm ass. I can imagine with all that muscle, he’ll be able to generate some powerful thrusts.
He sits on the couch and lifts the blanket but frowns. “Shit. I don’t know how we can both be under the blanket without me touching you. Here, you take it.”
I take the blanket from him but throw it over both of us as I curl up next to him. “*You* can’t touch me, but *I* can touch you.” I walk my fingers up his chest and boop his nose.
His amusement rumbles from him. “Oh, is that how that works?”
I nod, biting my lip ring. “Yeah. I can touch you however I want.” I reach between his legs, to where his bitch breaker pitches a full-sized tent of the sheet and grip him. Of course, my hand doesn’t fully circle it, but the moment our skin meets, his pulse hammers through my being, slamming into my mind.
He gasps then groans. “Abigale, fuck. You— You can’t do that. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Then you’ll have to drink.” I’d rather say, ‘Then just fuck me already,’ but I’m liking turning the tables on him finally. He’s been such a tease. *Time to get teased back, motherfucker.* And I’m the queen of tease. I glance at the paused movie. “Fuck, ninety minutes, and we’re only thirteen in, you’ll be taking eight fucking shots.”
“That will only make me wilder.” He warns.
My fingers dance up his shaft, less of a stroke and more of a feeling him out, really getting to know where the bumps of his veins are, and where his urethra bulges the most. “If that’s what you want to do, be my guest.”
His eyes close for a moment before he licks his lips. “And what about your drink.”
“I’m not taking one.” I can’t if I want to stay in control. “My DM is a guy named Charlie. His girlfriend Lacy DMs for us sometimes, too, but for all major campaigns it’s Charlie. I always made sure I sat next to him during our games.” I lean in, laying my heavy chest onto his and getting right up to his face as if we’re about to kiss. “I’d always give him the flirtiest looks. This was before he was with Lacy, by the way. I’m a good girl. I’d never steal a man from another woman.” My hand on his cock comes up to his head and I rub the fat gland with my fingers, lathering him up in his precum. “During the campaign, he’d let me get the occasional free reroll and he’d always roll poorly against me when enemies had me dead to rights. The other players all knew he was super into me.
“One night, when we were getting close to the end of the campaign, everyone was packing up to go home, so I excused myself to the bathroom and waited for everyone to leave. I came out and he was all alone.”
Jack grunts as I stroke the top of his cock with a rhythm that could see any man come if I went long enough. He reaches over and pours two drinks and downs one. “How old were you?”
“Nineteen. We’ve all been friends since high school.” I grip his rod and squeeze with all my might.
Jack moans, but I’m reeling from the shock of how much I *can’t* squeeze it. *It’s like fucking steel!*
I swallow the excessive saliva my mouth wants to use on his cock and keep telling my story. “I tell him that I know he takes it easy on me. He denies it, of course, saying that it’s beginner’s luck, every game has it and this is how it shows up in D&D. I ask him point blank if he’s ever had his dick sucked.”
Jack laughs and I chuckle along with him till I pinch his meaty head, digging my nails into the tender flesh. He groans with satisfaction and his hand moves to wrap me up but stops a couple inches from my exposed back. “Fuck.” He places his hands behind his head and laces his fingers. “Keep going.”
“You have to understand that Charlie is a big-time nerd. He was like our lost little, broken winged dove when we found him. If not for the girls of our group, the guys would have eaten him alive. So, I knew the answer to the question. He’d never been touched.
“I took him to the couch and undid his pants. I kept eye contact the whole time while I pulled out his massive cock. It makes yours look like a baby’s.” I pat the top of his cockhead like a good boy before stroking again.
Jack chuckles. “That’s not saying much since I have a micro dick.”
“Yeah, you are all kinds of small.” I go back to a rhythm. I wish I was in a position to use both hands; I’ve never done that with a guy before, but I want my chest on him and I want to breathe my words into his face. If he has a scent kink, he’s got to be loving that. “So, I stroke him for a little while, telling him how good of a DM he is. And he is good. Very fun games. He even did a sexy one last year, but that’s another story for another time.”
“Can’t wait.”
“I told him that I’ve really appreciated him protecting me in the game and that I wanted to show my appreciation, but I made it very clear that we were not an item. When he convinced me that he understood it was a one-time thing, I stuck his cock in my mouth. Jokes aside, he wasn’t packing very much, only about three or four inches. I didn’t need to use my special talent.”
Jack took the second shot. “What special talent?”
I let go of his cock so I could ride up on him more and get in his ear, pressing my breasts into his jaw. “I don’t have a gag reflex, baby. I’m going to take you to your base tonight.”
Jack’s arms flex and his body tenses. His hot breath turns ragged, and a curse escapes his lips. “Maybe if you can also dislocate your jaw.”
“We’ll see. Regardless, he wasn’t anything close to you and your bitch breaker.”
His chest expands, tightening under my skin. “*Ohhh*, fuck! Really? That’s what you’re calling it?” He raises his hands over his head and balls them into fists before placing them behind his head again. He chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re playing dirty.”
“You love it.”
He nods.
I lower myself back to my original spot, my heavy tits sliding down his chiseled chest. My nipple piercings glide along his skin, and I restrain myself from moaning at the tantalizing sensation. I grip his cock and stroke again. “I sucked Charlie off for a couple minutes and he came. I debated if I should take the shot in my mouth or have him cum on himself, I end up going in the middle and let him glaze my tits. It wasn’t much of a glazing, he spurt a couple ropes and I used his underwear to wipe it off.
“We’d met the Drow and other driders earlier in the campaign and my character, Morgana, a Drow sorceress, had found a spell on a page torn from a book. I asked what it did, and he said it would kill everyone in my eyesight, but I needed to read and speak primordial. No one in the group knew primordial so no one knew that’s what it was. I asked if it could turn it into a spell to become a drider queen, and, of course, he said yes. He figured it would make more sense if it was in demonic, and since no one knew demonic either, it wouldn’t change anything. He made sure that the next few sessions I focused on learning a new language and to everyone else my choice to learn demonic was just me being me, totally evil.
“On the session before the last one, I suggested we only bring what we need so we could travel as light as possible. When my torn spell page came up, he told the group that I could now read it and ended the session there.”
Jack scoffs. “Nice cliffhanger.”
“He asked me to stay after the game in front of everyone, so he could tell me what the spell is and I could decide what to do with it before the next game. Of course, he begged me to fuck him, but I came prepared.”
“Prepared?”
“Drink, big boy.”
He pours two drinks but huffs. “Fuck it.” He tips the bottle to his lips and swallows.
“I said, yes. I picked up my backpack that normally has all my notes and D&D stuff. I’d brought a six-inch strap on and lube.”
“I can see you being into that.”
I grin like mischievous cat. “After giving him a hand job…” I glance down at his dick, chewing my lip to abate a portion of my horniness. His cock *thumps* in my hand with every beat of his heart. “Not nearly as sexy as the one I’m giving you now. I had him lay his head down on my lap and I stroked him till he came on his stomach. I had my strap on the whole time, making him suck on it.
“When I had him bent over on the couch, I pressed my rubber cock up to his ass and pushed in just a touch.” I rub Jack’s pre all over his head and my finger before I slide my nail from the base of his cock to the head along the bottom. When I reach the flared head, I dip the nail into his hole.
He hisses, and his arms flex again, but he keeps back. He takes another shot from the bottle. “Did you like pegging him?”
“I’m not there yet. I’m only pushing into his ass.” I lay my chin on his meaty chest. “Do you like it?” I scrape the inside of his cock. A super light touch, anything more would be pure torture.
He grips his wrists, his biceps jump, doubling in size. “Fuck.” He hisses. He grabs a shot glass and tilts it to my lips.
I take my drink. “So? Do you like it?”
He grins down at me before taking another drink from the bottle.
I bite my lip. “That’s what I thought.” I take my nail out, soaked in his pre, and stroke him more. “When I had my dildo on his ass, I told him to beg for it. Sound familiar? He begged, pleaded for it. ‘Please, Mistress. Please.’” I reenact Charlie’s desperate plea, struggling not to laugh a how pathetic he was. “I hadn’t even told him to call me that. He did it naturally.”
He takes *another* drink. “Did that make you hot?”
“Oh, yeah. It felt good to dominate him like that, make him my little bitch. I could take him from Lacy any time I want, but I don’t because she’s nice and we get along. I fucked his ass for over an hour, making him squirt all over his couch. He still has the couch. His favorite seat is that cushion.
“When we were done, he promised that I wouldn’t die, and I told him not to do that. I wanted to play the game and that meant risk. We played the game, and the rest is history. I’ve pegged him a couple times since, but never jerked him off or sucked his dick again.” I lower myself, digging under the covers and exposing Jack’s massive slab of meat. “Like this.”
The moment I lick his wet shaft, right under the fat, mushroom head, a jolt of tingling electricity shoots down my spine, causing me to squeal. I keep it in my throat, so I don’t stop sliding my tongue up and over the gland. I take his head into my mouth, it’s a hard stretch. I can get him in easy if he doesn’t mind me scraping my teeth, but I most certainly would.
Jack moans and reaches down to my head but stops short, balling his fists and growls like a bear. “Fuck, Abigale. I need—” He reaches for the remote and hits play.
“You’re going to start the movie when I have my back to it?”
“I’m still doing my dare, and you’re doing all this shit? I need the clock ticking. You can lay on my stomach if you want to— *Uggh!* Fuck. If you want to watch.”
“I like watching you.”
I stretch wide to get him in, my jaw on the verge of popping from it’s henge. I get him in with not much room for my tongue, but I manage.
Jack groans again. “Truth or dare?”
I count his shots and he indeed took five. I glare up at him, challenging him with my emerald eyes. “Dare me, big man.”
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