Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... Heather, who'd laid down on her stomach as I guided her in. She was sticking out her tongue, reaching for me. But not in a sexy way. More like she was about to taste something gross on a dare. "Don't make that face," I whined.

Her eyes flicked up to mine. The angle made them look extra big. Green and gold was a nice combination. "So sorry for discovering I prefer my twats un-jizzed," she said.

Weirdly, that made me feel a little better. I could imagine she was just judging Davin. Which was good, because even though I was the one tugging her by the hair, and her nose was almost touching me now, certainly close enough to smell me—who was I kidding, the whole room smelled like me—, I was feeling very very self conscious.

Right at the base of my opening, Heather gave me a tentative, stiff, lick. There was nothing lustful or even erotic in the way she did it. It shouldn't have made me go all wobbly. But it did. Without really thinking I simultaneously pulled her to me and pushed my hips at her. Just from that one tease, I was immediately desperate for the real thing.

Heather squeaked in protest at the rough treatment. I was shoving her around by her roots, after all. Even once she was in position, the complaints didn't stop. Though they became lower pitched, more of a whine. In my excitement it took me a moment to realize exactly what she was complaining about. But then I felt it. A slithering tingle as something escaped past the imperfect seal I'd forgotten to keep ...

... holding.

Heather said something. But she was hard to understand with her tongue out. And out it was, diligently lapping up the cum that spilled out of me.

It felt wrong. Humiliating to be depositing—eww, there must be a better word—expelling? No, that was worse. Okay, I wasleaking into my best friend's mouth. There was just no nice way to put it.

But at the same time, the flutter of her tongue, sometimes dipping almost inside me to stop any mess from sneaking down to the bedsheets, was heavenly. I doubt there was any embarrassment I wouldn't have endured if it meant Heather would keep gently lapping at me, not now that I knew what I'd be missing.

I relaxed my grip on her hair. Instead, I fanned it out to cover my hips in a golden blanket. With my shame hidden from view, but Heather's soft tongue still wonderfully real, I leaned my head back and sighed.

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"Holly fuck."

I opened my eyes to see Davin standing in the doorway. He was naked with a glass of water in each hand. His cock—which had been hanging soft, but heavy—was quickly rising.

"Took you long enough," I said.

"It's been exactly fifteen minutes," Davin put the waters down on the nightstand.

"Wait, can I actually have one of those?" I said. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until just this moment.

Heather giggled from under the pile of curls that was my lap. Her bare butt, not similarly shielded, wiggled in time. I put my palm on the back of her head, encouraging her to go without ...