"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... to, because I had little time to see my buddies lately, and you know what they say, &#034Bros before hos.&#034 That was a mistake. The rule's bullshit. None of my &#034bros&#034 would give me blowjobs. Not that I wanted any from them, I'm just saying I was an idiot to give up blowjob time to hang out with them. It was fun hanging out with them, but nothing compared to getting my cock sucked by my s****r. I got one last session of head from her in her room that night. By established history and a lot of prior arguments, bets of &#034one week&#034 or &#034one day&#034 or &#034one month&#034 or whatever were always rounded up to the next day, so even though we started in the middle of the day last week, I could press her for one until we went to bed. So I did. It was only after I left her room that I realized she never mentioned it was the last. Neither had I. So I decided to press my luck. The next morning, after the folks were gone, I went into her room one more time, mentally crossing my fingers. &#034Hey,&#034 I said. &#034Want to give me a blowjob?&#034 She sighed, and went down on me again. It was excellent, and she swallowed my load, and was all the more enjoyable because it was a freebie. &#034Thanks,&#034 I said after I was done. &#034Don't thank me,&#034 she muttered after a last swallow. &#034I don't want to be doing this. Thank Samuel L. Jackson.&#034 It was idiotic of me, but I couldn't resist rubbing in her face. Both literally and figuratively. As I wiped my dick ...

... on her face, I said, &#034Sammy had nothing to do with this one. The bet was only for one week, remember?&#034 Her mouth opened wide, and then her face turned red. &#034You jerk,&#034 she yelled. She grabbed a pillow from her bed nearby and threw it at my head, but barely missed me. &#034I was thrown off because my dance class was cancelled. Why didn't you tell me?&#034 &#034I never said you had to do it, I just asked you if you wanted to. You seemed to enjoy it so much the other times.&#034 &#034Fuck you,&#034 she said. &#034If you wanted, but you'd have to give me a few minutes to recharge.&#034 &#034Shut up and get out of my room. You asshole. The only reason I'd go anywhere near your smelly cock was because of the bet.&#034 She pushed me towards the door until I was out of the room, and then slammed it in my face. I heard the lock click, and then a sound I thought was her flumping on her bed. I stayed there being super quiet. She hadn't turned music on, and it was extremely quiet in there. After a few minutes, I thought I heard a repeated whimpering sound. Not like she was crying... I'd heard her cry before and this wasn't it. This had a little bit of a grunt in it. I imagined herself shoving something into her pussy that was a little bigger than comfortable, and the sound fit with what noises I'd imagine she'd make. I grinned. She was more into it than even I expected. When she left that day, I went back in there, looking for anything she might have shoved inside her and ...