"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... room. &#034Remember,&#034 I called back after her. &#034No masturbating while I'm not there.&#034 She didn't speak, and I smelled my finger and went back to my game. She held out an hour before coming back to get me. &#034I want to masturbate.&#034 &#034Yeah, I guess it was unfair of me to get you all worked up and not get you off,&#034 I said. &#034It wasn't you,&#034 she insisted, but was unconvincing. &#034I was watching my DVD of Twilight.'' &#034Sure. Let's go, then.&#034 I followed her up to her room, smacking her bottom playfully as we climbed the stairs. Once there, she pulled off her shorts and sat down on the bed. &#034You might as well get all the way naked,&#034 I said, &#034Since I'm probably going to be touching you anyway. There's no reason to make it difficult for me.&#034 She frowned, and then removed her top, and finally her bra, then lay back, made herself comfortable, and started touching herself. She kept her eyes on me. I unzipped and pulled my cock out in advance, although I felt up her chest for a while before doing anything. When I did, I rubbed it on her breasts, teasing the nipple. &#034It's too bad you don't have bigger tits,&#034 I said. &#034There's not even enough to titfuck here.&#034 She told me to shut up, so I let go of her, stepped back, and just kept watching. Soon, she closed her eyes and began to rub more vigorously. I leaned in for a close look, and then, as a surprise, stuck my tongue in past her frantically moving fingers and around ...

... her clit, and wiggled it. I'd tasted one girl's pussy before, but this one tasted much better, stronger than the remnants of her juices. It tasted a little like an apple that was just a little sour, but not unpleasantly so. The response to my little taste test was immediate. &#034OH GOD!&#034 she cried. Her back arched up, bringing her pussy upwards, closer to my mouth, and the lick inadvertently became a kiss. Faith collapsed in a heap, her hands dropped to her side. Once she caught her breath, she said, &#034You weren't supposed to lick. Only touch.&#034 &#034I was touching you with my tongue. You never said what I could use.&#034 I ran my hand into her red hair and ruffled it a little, and then left her lying naked. I didn't trust myself to masturbate in front of her without deciding to try then and there to fuck her, so I went to my room to do it alone. Faith avoided me the next couple days, spending much of the time with her friends except when our parents were home, and either choosing not to masturbate, or to secretly violate the terms of the wager. I was worried I might have pushed things too far, but it was awful fun, and I knew she'd be coming back to me eventually. One night, as we were having a f****y dinner together, in front of the television, Mom spoke up. &#034Oh, I forgot to mention, your cousins called. They're back from their trip, and want to know if you want to come over tomorrow, go swimming or something.&#034 &#034Sure,&#034 Faith said. &#034I can't wait ...