Street Lights - 9 - Sex Stories

Street Lights - 9

“I mean, come on! You and I both know we ain't supposed to be doing this kind of shit,” the first voice argues. “Yeah, and? We've done it before! What's stopping you now,” the second voice questions back with some malice laced into the words. “I don't want this anymore. I'm not even sure I'm into this kind of stuff,” the first voice says. “You know you're the only one that can get me going,” the other voice pleads into the dimly lit room, only illuminated by the ray of sunlight. A moment goes by before there's anything else said. “No. I won't – I can't – do this with you,” the first voice finally contends. “Why the fuck do they sound similar,” Avery whispers in my ear, sending hair-raising chills down my spine. “Because,” I whisper back, “they're related.” I can sense Avery's confusion. That's right. That's Johnie Mae and Bobby Mac. I raise up slightly and make the figures out. Yupp, that's them alright. They're so pale they reflect the sunlight. “Look, I just need my pussy fucked, and you're the only one that can do it right! What's so hard to understand about that, Bobby,” Johnie pleads. “Okay, fine, whatever. This is the last time I ever do this, you hear me? I fucking hate you,” Bobby meekly says, unsure of himself. “Good, I like it rough,” Johnie giggles, happy that she gets her way once again with Bobby. Bobby steps back from Johnie and sighs. I feel so bad for him. Had I known things were like this I would have stepped in. He holds his hand out with a bored expression ...

... on his face. “Got a rubber, bitch?” She leans in. “Let's do it raw,” Johnie whispers seductively. Bobby twists his face up and steps back again. “NO!”, he yells, just catching himself, “Don't be a gross tramp.” “Okay, okay, fine,” She says, pulling a glow-in-the-dark condom out of her bra. Johnie steps up to Bobby and kisses his neck, attempting to unbutton his shirt. He pushes her away and she falls on her ass with a faint thud. You can see right up her sundress. “Her panties are nice,” Avery whispers in my ear. I shake my head and continue to watch. “None of that sissy shit, slut. Just get on your knees and get me wet,” he says, slightly agitated. Johnie wipes a spec of spit from her face and immediately gets on her knees. Then she begins to unbuckle his belt. After successfully getting it open, she works the button open and then the zipper. In one swift motion she tugs his pants and underwear down, beholding her prize with wide eyes. “So that's what his cock looks like,” I nonchalantly whisper to Avery. He looks over at me with a raised eyebrow. His cock isn't thick. Long and skinny actually. You can tell it has a fat head on it. Kind of like a mushroom and uncut. I like the fact that he keeps the hair trimmed but not cut all the way off. Johnie pulls the skin back, exposing the rose colored head. She licks tenderly at the slit, eliciting an approving moan from Bobby. She goes for his balls, taking one in her mouth and sucking on it, while stroking Bobby's hardening dick. ...