The Rough Stuff

by Briella Bigbum

  Jason’s knees begin to quake. His grip on my jaw tightens and holds my head in place while his hot spunk fills the very depths of my throat.

  I want to gag, but swallow hard instead. Salty cum continues to jet from his pulsating cock and my tongue laps along the twitching shaft. Bubbly spit rolls from my lips, down his ball sac.

  Our bodies quake together; my holes accepting their endless streams of cum at both ends until my arms and legs begin to buckle.

  My heart flutters and my limbs give way. At last, my full weight collapses on the floor in a mess of cum and spit and fluids.

  “Congratulations,” Madeline claps her hands unenthusiastically, “welcome to Triple Pi.”

  HER BIG FILL

  “That’s the last box.” My stuff jostles and clangs in the cardboard box my neighbor just set down with a thud. He huffs and wipes beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of an also sweaty hand.

  Then my stomach clenches when I realize which box it is. I meant to carry that particular one up the six flights of stairs to my dorm room myself. Oops.

  “What the hell you got in here anyway Tammy? Looks like you forgot to label it.” I couldn’t possibly have labeled what was in there for him to read, so I had put a little red sticker on the side to keep track of it.

  “Oh, y’know…” I twirl a finger around in my blond curls, “just some old toys I couldn’t let go of.” Really naughty toys. I can’t stop myself form blushing a little at the thought. I shift my weight to one leg and avert my eyes.

  I must look really nervous. “And it looks like you forgot to tape it sealed.” Mr. Peterson says, squatting to get at the cardboard flaps for a peek inside.

  “No!” I rush over and place a swift hand on his shoulder to stop him from opening it. His hands freeze; he jerks his head to look up at me. He’s got a quizzical look on his face.

  “What’s the matter with you?” His glasses have fallen to the edge of his nose. A strand of dark hair soaked in sweat falls just above his raised eyebrow. Mr. Peterson always looks so cute like that.

  “Sorry, I just…” I shift my weight again. “It’s the nerves, y’know? All of this… it’s a lot to take in at once.” He stands up again. Phew. Changing the subject to my insecurities was a last ditch effort. Mr. Peterson has always been good at comforting me.

  And it really was a lot to take in. I was finally going off to college to fulfill my mother’s dream of me becoming a doctor, or a lawyer, or something else I knew I could never live up to.

  Whatever it was, my profession was supposed to make a lot of money. Of course, all she could ever talk about was what she would do with all the money I made.

  Like put her into a nice house along the beach, or pay for her to travel the world while I was stuck working my ass off at some stupid job I hated.

  But Mr. Peterson is much more encouraging. Ever since we came to the suburbs and moved in next door, he has treated us with nothing but kindness. Because my Mom doesn’t have much money, he offered to pay my full tuition at a prestigious university like this one.

  And he has always told me to pursue whatever interests me the most, instead of just what pays the most. I owe him an enormous debt for everything he has done for me.

  But now that I’ve finally turned nineteen, I desperately want to show him my appreciation… with my body. Enough that I am willing to give Mr. Peterson my virginity. I want to thank him by letting him enter my tight little pussy, then fuck me until he cums inside.

  Even now as we’re standing here, the only thoughts racing through my head are how much I want to wrestle him onto my small dorm bed and ride his giant cock until it squirts Mr. Peterson’s warm cum into me.

  I nibble at my bottom lip and cross my legs, staring into space. Just thinking about how bad I want him inside me has gotten me a little wet.

  “Tammy?” Mr. Peterson is rubbing my shoulders, trying to relax me a little. He just asked me something but I wasn’t listening.

  “Mmm…” I moan softly with eyes closed. I roll my neck while Mr. Peterson massages away the tension in my shoulders. One spaghetti strap of my pink tank top falls off the shoulder. “Sorry, what did you say?”

  He always gives the best massages. He has the forearm muscles to really get into the deep tissue, and he makes a point of getting to the gym as often as possible to keep them.

  On top of that, he’s got a solid build all around and a six pack to die for.

  “I was thinking I ought to get going soon… let you get settled in.” My eyes open wide, my neck goes stiff. God dammit, this is going to be my last chance to fuck Mr. Peterson.

  Once he walks out that door he’ll be driving back home, two states away. I can’t possibly let him leave without at least offering myself to him.

  I turn around to place a soft hand on his cheek.

  “But… you just got here…” I put on my best puppy dog face, stroking lightly at the scruff of his cheek.

  “I know, but I really should hit the road. Long way back—”

  “Can I show you something first, Mr. Peterson? …Please?” He gives a sigh of resignation and our eyes lock. I bite down on my lower lip, placing an index finger just above my cleavage.

  It traces its way up to and across my collar bone, then rests on the other shoulder strap that’s still in place.

  Then I flash a tiny smirk, and flick it off my tan skin so that both straps are drooping at my arms. His eyes go wide in shock.

  I place palms on either breast of my push up bra and shove my tits even closer together. The front of my tank top sags even lower, enough for Mr. Peterson to see the leopard skin print of my bra underneath it.

  I stare at him with eyes full of lust, licking around the corner of my upper lip.

  “You want to see my tits, don’t you Mr. Peterson?” His expression is one of utter disbelief.

  Still, I may have caught a tiny glimpse of desire behind those eyes. I take a bold step toward him to get in closer. He is a full foot taller than me, so I have to tilt my neck way back.

  With a devilish smile, I grip the cups of the bra with pink manicured nails and peel them back to reveal my perky tits. I can tell he is using every ounce of his willpower not to look down at them.

  “Just one look Mr. Peterson… won’t you?” I ask, faking a pout. Keeping eye contact, I lower my chin slightly while lifting one breast up to my mouth. “I’ll even let you suck them, if you want.” I smile wide this time.

  At last, I catch his eyes glancing down at my hard nipples before quickly returning to my face. He is wearing an awkward expression, as if trying to pretend he didn’t just look down.

  I giggle and bring the breast all the way to the entrance of my mouth. The crimson lipstick smears around the areola as I wrap tight lips around my nipple and make wet slurping sounds. “Mmmmm… Just one taste?”

  “Tammy! What the hell!” He grabs my bare shoulders and shakes me. “You know we can’t do this.”

  “Mom will never have to know. She’s two-thousand miles away. It’s just us.”

  “That’s not the point and you know it.” He shakes his head, looking disappointed. “Now fucking cover yourself—”

  “Did you know that I’m still a virgin?” I drop my tits and embrace him, squeezing him tight. “It’s true,” I say, nodding. “I want you to be my first, Mr. Peterson…”

  “Tammy, that’s not—”

  “Have you ever felt the tightness of a virgin pussy?” I tilt my head back again, staring deep into his eyes. “Do you want to know what it’s like to fuck me?”

  Keeping one arm around his waist, I lean back to trace my finger from his sternum down to his abs, rolling over each rippling muscle behind his tight black T-shirt.

  He grabs my hand to stop me and squeezes it tight enough for it to hurt.

  “Stop! Just—stop it!” He throws my hand to the side and starts toward the door.

  “I know you want me.” He pauses there, halfway to the door. “You might be acting like you do
n’t… but that huge bulge in your jeans tells me otherwise. You can’t hide it.”

  I walk up to him and reach for his arm to turn him so he’s facing me again. “I might be a virgin, Mr. Peterson, but I still know how to suck cock.”

  My tongue licks all around the edge of my lips; my gaze shifts down at his crotch.

  His face insists on not giving anything away, but he remains still when I dip my fingers into his pants. I shove them in until my fingertips graze the head of his cock. Mr. Peterson is growing a raging hard on for me.

  I sense him trying to pull away, so I reach around to grab hold of his ass and bring him in closer.

  “If you stick around… I can show exactly how much I know about giving head.” With light strokes, I tease his cock with the very tips of my fingers. “You must be dying to know if I’m a naughty little slut, aren’t you?”

  With a mischievous grin, I force my hand in deeper until my fingers are wrapped around the shaft. “Ungghhh… Mr. Peterson wants a sloppy wet blowjob, doesn’t he?”

  I pull my arm out of his pants and grab hold of his belt buckle while getting down on my knees. To my surprise, he doesn’t put up much resistance when I unzip his pants.

  “Tammy—I—” he tries to say, but is interrupted by a hard tug at the waist of his jeans. I pull them down until they’re around his ankles and gasp at the massive tent in his white briefs.

  “My goodness…” I press a finger on the largest part of it and giggle. “I never knew you were so big Mr. Peterson! I might have trouble fitting it all down my naughty little throat…” He looks just like a deer in the headlights.

  He has no idea how to react. He is simply dumbfounded by my advances. It’s only natural that I should take advantage of this opportunity and give him the sloppiest blowjob of his life.

  I just want to show my gratitude for everything he has done for me.

  “Let’s have a little peek, shall we?” I can hardly contain my giddiness. I am finally getting the chance to suck Mr. Peterson’s cock. I cup his balls in one hand while tugging down on the elastic band of his briefs.

  The swollen head emerges first as I am fondling his ball sac around in my palm. Staring up at him, I lean in close enough for him to feel my hot breath on his cock.

  “Tammy… don’t—” But with a playful wink, I press the flat of my tongue against the neck of his shaft. He tries to suppress his moaning. “Uh—uhnng!” His shoulders drop and his head tilts back.

  A wet trail of dripping saliva is left at the spot where I slide my tongue along his dick.

  The head of it twitches at the tip of my tongue. Mr. Peterson must really be enjoying this.

  I tug his briefs down to the ankles and gasp at the magnificent size of his cock. With one hand wrapping loose fingers around the base, I guide it so the head is pointed at my parted lips.

  Then I sit up straight and position myself just right, leaning in for what I was going to do next.

  My lips form a tight seal around the head and he moans again. My tongue swirls around in my mouth, licking and teasing the neck while I tickle his scrotum. As my lips slide along the shaft, I shove

  Mr. Peterson’s cock deeper into the slippery wetness of my throat. He moans louder, feeling the warmth of my mouth travel along the length of his dick.

  It is really a lot to get down. I have to fight a reflexive gag when his cock hits the very back of my throat.

  Still, I am determined to go much deeper. I lift his ball sac with my cupped palm and force my head down lower like I am trying to swallow him whole, balls and all. I gargle and slurp on

  Mr. Peterson’s cock, pushing hard to shove it down my esophagus. Thick saliva mixed with mucous spurts from my lips, trickling down the shaft.

  “God damn Tammy… where did you learn to—” He starts to say, but interrupts himself with more loud moans. Then his hands move to the back of my skull. He applies a bit of pressure to help me get it all down.

  I gag hard and cough more spit onto his wet dick. With his help, I can almost swallow the whole thing. I reach around with both hands to grab Mr. Peterson’s ass from behind, then pull him in toward me to get the last bit of length down my throat.

  Tears begin to well in my eyes. Thick globs of dark mascara are rolling down my cheeks, soaking into the end of a strand of hair and turning it black.

  With one last shove from behind, my nose connects with Mr. Peterson’s rock hard abs. I can’t believe I got his whole cock down!

  I try to hold his cock there for as long as I can, but I’m getting desperate to breathe. My tongue laps at the base of his shaft, wetting the hairs of his balls.

  I let my lips slide back on it just a bit, then shove his pelvis toward me by the ass again to stimulate every inch of his dick with the soft wetness of my throat.

  I pucker my lips and suck my cheeks in, slurping and choking the whole thing down.

  Trying hard to ignore the pain in my lungs from lack of air, I start humming to vibrate Mr. Peterson’s cock. I catch his eyes and read the immense pleasure in them.

  I increase the volume of my humming and watch his eyes roll back before he lets out a deep, long moan. I can’t help gagging some more at the sensation of his vibrating penis tickling the deepest recesses of my throat.

  Another thick bunch of mucous spews out and rolls down his cock before I decide I can’t hold him in any longer.

  With a gentle push against his thighs, my mouth slips along the shaft, leaving behind thick strings of saliva still connected to my lips which separate and drizzle onto the carpet floor.

  His cock slowly emerges from my lips until I’m finally all the way off his dick, gasping for air.

  “Told you I know how to suck cock.” I say between breaths. I smile and wipe some of the wetness around my lips with the back of my hand and look up at him. “I’ll let you cum all the way back in my throat if you want, Mr. Peterson.

  Just make sure you hold my head in place while I’m gagging.” I take a deep breath to prepare for the next deep throat plunge.

  His hands move with a bit of hesitation to the sides of my head, just under the ears. He must still be fighting with his conscience about this whole thing.

  He is unsure what to think about his naughty little neighbor slobbering all over his hard cock, and if he should feel guilty about just how much he is enjoying it.

  But I’ll make sure he forgets all about those thoughts when I suck him dry of every ounce of cum.

  But to my surprise, instead of pulling me in closer to go down on him again, He lifts me up by the head until I’m standing.

  “We—we just can’t do this. I can’t,” he says.

  “But Mr. Peterson… It feels so good, doesn’t it? I can tell how much you like it.” I reach for his cock to stroke it, but he pulls away.

  “I could never forgive myself if we—if I let you do this.”

  I just want to make him happy. I want him to feel all the pleasure I could give him if he would just relax and go with the flow. Hearing him talk like this after I had already deep throated his entire cock was making me all teary-eyed.

  It wasn’t easy. And besides all that, I’m a girl who always finishes what she starts.

  “Don’t be like this… please?” He turns away from me. “I’ll… I’ll let you cum in my pussy.” That got his attention. He is fixated on me with a blank stare for a long while, before his expression turns to one of disappointment.

  “I have to leave now,” he says, crouching to pull up his pants. Mr. Peterson isn’t listening anymore. I can’t believe he is just going to leave like this. What will become of our relationship after we both know he had his cock lodged down my esophagus. “And don’t worry,” he finishes buckling his belt, “I won’t tell Mom about any of this.”

  I bury my face in my hands and sob. Why did it have to happen like this?

  “Let’s just… try to forget any of it ever happened. Okay?” Sniffling and crying into my hands, I nod my head in resignation. It’s all over.
Mr. Peterson must be utterly disgusted with me.

  And all because I just wanted to make him happy. He rests a hand on my shoulder in some small effort to comfort me. I turn from him and collapse onto the crisp sheets of my new dorm bed shoved against the wall, weeping into a pillow.

  Then the door slams shut and I know that he has left me.

  ******

  Lying face down, restless in the empty stillness of an unfamiliar room, I remember how Mr. Peterson had left my box of secret toys.