Sod The Roses - Sex Stories

Sod The Roses

... producing and how it was smeared all over my face by one of them was no joking matter, though.

"Go on, take it, get back on it," G.T. rambled on. When he called me a little champ, I just had to try my hardest, and for like half a blink of an eye, I did manage to swallow him fully.

I like to treat giving head as a sport because then I get very competitive and give my absolute best. And they all love it. Win-win, if you ask me. Now that I think about it, my obsession with giving BJ as if my life depended on it might have originated from the days when I was having a fling with my handball coach. The same way he used to cheer us on with 'come on girls, you can do better' from the bench, he had the same spirit in the bedroom (or more often on his car's back seat). I think my mind might have fused those two. But faulty wiring is the sexiest fucking thing; gives the best damn spark, doesn't it?

So, I was there, really enjoying myself while hubby also tried his best, joining in taking that absolute monster, and I spurred him on by pushing his head on it.

Oh, don't feel sorry for him; you should have seen how he was forcing me on it or how he was holding me by the neck.

Shit, now I'm wet again writing about it. :D And I have come like five times since. Or fifteen. But who was counting? So, don't feel sorry for him; he loves it, and I still do 95% of the job, always. When it became evident that we needed to progress further, they got rid of my bra and rolled on, ...

... pinching and twisting my nipples. I instinctively began pulling away as my nipples are very sensitive, and G.T. was really rough with them.

But instead of slowing down or being more gentle, he started slapping them with his big open palm, going especially ruthless on my right one closer to him. It did hurt, a lot, and I cried out many times, but he didn't seem to care. If anything, he was getting more and more merciless because I was not stopping him.

"You're in a lot of trouble here," he said when it was clear that I both loved and hated the ill-treatment.

The unpredictability of when and where the next smack landed and how hard exactly, was really fucking with my mind. He was also using the back of his hand (I think), which resulted in some more gentle blows.

I can't remember whether they pushed me, or by trying to escape, I fell backwards onto the bed, but I ended up on my back with both of them kneeling over me.

And the rain of sweet abuse never stopped. Now it wasn't just my tits; it was my thighs, my stomach and when I tried to roll away to protect my sensitive and burning flesh - my ass too. "You can go harder there," I tried a smart suggestion to lessen the harm, but he was having none of it and rolled me back to continue his assault on my front.

They were both kneeling by my legs, G.T. on my right side, Quinn on my left and at this point, they decided to pin me down by straddling my legs.

Oh my, if reading this story does half of what it does to me ...