Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... much and a rising pressure finally expelled the last transcribable thoughts from my head.

The pressure was warm, like something that was somehow hotter than my own body was collecting in me, just above the place Davin's cock relentlessly kneaded. Hot and flowing, like when you just start to pee. It was the gestation of a squirting orgasm. I knew that from the blogs I read, and Amy Billips who talked to much when she was drunk. I'd stroked the same feeling into myself on more than one occasion, even if I'd never figured out how to tip it over the edge. However, I knew that I could turn it into something almost as grand.

I wiggled my fingers at the tight seam between Heather and my bodies, eager to touch myself like she had done. Ready to finally fucking cum.

But my hand was pulled away. "Not yet," Heather said. "You've got to earn it."

I tried to argue my case. But Davin's cock rubbing me from the inside kept interrupting the words somewhere between my brain and my mouth. All that came out was a garbled moaning that condensed into wet slobber on Heather's neck.

Confident I'd given up, Heather's hand slid along my thigh. It was a soft caress, a lover's caress, up to my ass. "I think she wants more, Davin," she said, jiggling my bum at him.

"What?" Davin said. He sounded breathy and distracted himself.

"Finger her, dummy."

My asshole twitched at the suggestion. Fuck. Would Davin have noticed? Of course he would, it was practically staring up at him. ...

... Suddenly, wetness. Something had just spatted against it. The fucker had spit on me!

"Dirty boy," said Heather, in a tone that I considered far too encouraging.

Davin's thumb smeared his spit over my hole. I tried to keep it from twitching again. Even though it did feel nice, I was wary of coming across too inviting. I even succeeded for a second or two. But then Davin's cock slid against my spot at the same time his thumb pressed just the right amount so that it felt like letting it in might not be so bad, maybe even kind of nice, and I felt my asshole crinkle against his finger like it was trying to grab hold.

It was all over then. Whether I'd meant to or not I'd invited Davin in, and I was in no state of mind to argue the point. His probing got more and more earnest, rubbing me in smaller and smaller circles with more and more pressure. Occasionally another wet, humiliating, glob of spit. At some point, it was easier just to let go.

Davin groaned appreciatively as I succumbed for him. His thumb was cool compared to his cock, but warming up fast. Weirdly, it didn't feel much smaller.

"Did she let you in?" Heather asked.

"Oh, yeah."

"Told you she wanted it."

I was glad my face was already hidden against Heather. She didn't need to see the fever bright blush I was sporting. She could probably feel it though, burning against her.

Heather's hand was doing something behind me. Touching Davin's, I realized. Guiding him. "Here, like this. Don't saw at her. ...