Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... bother to clear off my mouth before speaking. “Are you cool if I told anyone about what we’re doing?”

He clearly didn’t expect me to say that. “Anyone? No. I don’t want my parents knowing,” he initially replied.

I rolled my eyes, even with my face a mess. “I mean, like… Drew has been asking if we’re a couple, because apparently we’re hanging out in class a bit more.”

Greg was initially surprised, but then, a slow smile crept across his face. “And you telling him what we’re up to can segue into asking him if he wants it too.”

My cheeks burned. Greg was annoying, but there was no denying he was pretty clever. He nudged his dick against my cheek, and on instinct, I took it into my mouth. “Yeth,” I admitted with my mouth full of dick.

“Nice,” he chuckled, then mulled it over while softly humping my face. “It might make things weird, but, if everything blows up, you were the one who initiated it, not me,” he mused to himself. “Enh, whatever. I’m blunt about stuff, Drew won’t be that surprised. Go for it. Let me know how it goes.”

I made a happy noise while I continued to suck him off. In my head, I began to formulate how I’d approach Drew – probably tomorrow – and worked to get Greg off, though clearly, he had other plans.

Greg pulled me – by the hair, hot – off of his cock, and angled my head up to his so he was looking me in the eye. “It’s been over a week, hasn’t it?” he asked me with a low, almost challenging tone. “Want to see what you’ve been ...

... missing?”

My heart rate began to rise. Holy fuck, it was happening. And it was so unceremonious, so unromantic. My pussy was practically gushing. This was perfect. I was just a thing for him to be used. Eagerly, I nodded, and he didn’t even need to instruct me. I got up onto his bed and laid down, spreading my legs. He got used to me blowing him naked anyways (which usually meant whenever I visited him, he’d shut his bedroom door and snap his fingers, the signal for me to start undressing).

Greg removed his shirt and stared at my pussy, nodding approvingly. “I can see you’re wet from here,” he said softly. “You ready for this?” He grabbed his dick and started stroking it.

“Fuck yes, please,” I practically moaned. “Just use me. Get off in me. Please.”

Greg gave me a muted smile and got up on the bed, lining himself up with me. “It’s going to hurt at first,” he warned.

The smile I gave back was almost a drunken one. “Do you warn a fleshlight that it’s going to hurt too?” I asked rhetorically.

He rolled his eyes and slowly pushed in. It helped that I was wet, but that didn’t mean the first slide in wasn’t painful. It was like a whole baseball bat was getting shoved up in there, splitting me in half. I groaned, feeling my poor pussy getting filled until it couldn’t get filled anymore, and Greg kept going. When he saw pain on my face, he slowed down a bit, but he never stopped. Eventually, I felt his balls touching against me, and I groaned again.

“Jesus,” I ...