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tuesdays demon
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so in the car, we drove, listening to bjork. and bjork by default makes you horny. not a bad horny. but horny anyway.
and we kept joking about the dating and how we should be. and finally it came down to simply physical pleasure. that all he wanted was head and yes, i could give it to him. so i did.
it was my first time ever giving anyone head. and it was his first time getting head. and he was driving. and when he pulled it out, it was huge. i had seen penises before but i wasn't supposed to see his. he's my friend.
but it was huge. way bigger than i thought his would be. i mean, he's a skinny guy, but apparently packing it in all the "right" places.
and as soon as i closed my mouth over it, his hand started rubbing my back. and it slowly went up my shirt, under my bra and he began to squeeze my right breast. he didn't squeeze too hard, almost as if he knew what he was doing, even though he didn't because he hadn't done anything close to making out with anyone since the 6th grade.
it was hard and soft at the same time.
my entire hand fit around it. i gagged sometimes, because i would forget the size of my mouth compared to the length of his penis. but i could feel the blood pumping in it. and for some reason, it made me got at it harder and more fervently.
but i was careful not to bite him and rubbed his stomach with my left hand. his stomach is always really hard and i could feel his heart beat through the muscles.
his hand slipped down below the elastic band of the skirt i was wearing and past the elastic band of my black calvin klein underwear. his hands were always attractive to me and they were very soft. and i thought it funny that he was trying his best to please me while he drove, but it was a sad attempt. appreciated, but sad.
bjork kept playing, and he kept making quiet heavy breathing noises, holding his breath then letting it out all at once. he'd groan a little, like it ached. and as he'd breathe heavier, he'd rub my back harder and faster. so i would go fast and harder. and finally he whispered "i'm about to cum. i'm about to cum." so i let him, and he let out a quiet sigh. a sigh of relief i'd imagine.
and i swallowed as he came. i knew if i didnt, it would all collect in my mouth and flavor would asborb and i would never get it out. so i swallowed twice.
when he was finished, he patted my back, like someone pats the back of their dog when they're saying "good girl". and i didn't really mind. i was happy to make him happy. and i liked his almost inaudible sex noises. and the look on his face when i sat up was completely different from anything i had ever seen.
it didn't look like him at all. until he smiled and said "wow, i need a cigarette. you want one." and handed me the last menthol Marlboro. he said the god's must've known that something like this was going to happen and we'd need two cigarettes, because there were only two left.
i didn't mind swallowing. it didn't taste great. and it was warm, which made it even worse. but i didn't mind. and i liked the noises he made and his hands on my back. and the way his stomach trembled and the way his body had the slightest seizure when he came. i shouldn't like it so much. but i do. and its scary.
i dont like him. i just really like his sex.
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