by Nawtay Brat
And with that, I press the flat of my tongue to the base of his shaft. His legs jolt when he feels the wetness of it, making its way slowly up to the tip.
Mr. Johnson groans long and deep at the warmth of my breath, parted lips hovering over the head.
“Tammy—don’t!”
My tongue wraps around the top of his shaft; wet, pillowy lips seal around the head. My head lowers itself Down… down…
“Agh!!” Mr. Johnson squints hard and clutches tight around my skull when his stiff dick enters the hot, moist cavern of my mouth. Despite his half-hearted attempt at stopping me, his cock slips into the back of my throat. Deeper, and deeper…
I have to suppress the urge to gag when his cock reaches the back of my throat. Thick spurts of saliva gush from my lips, trailing down to his ball sac.
My eyes begin to water as I fight to swallow the whole of his cock. His size is enormous, but I am determined to get it all down.
Wrapping thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft for leverage, I force his dick past the back of my tongue and into my esophagus.
Dark tears of mascara pour form bloodshot eyes and roll down my pale cheeks.
I gag and slurp along his entire length, drooling spit mixed with precum that drizzles on his trimmed pubes.
My air passages are completely blocked. I don’t know if I can get him all down on my own.
“P—push!” I manage through gargled words.
My throat tightens reflexively. I feel him applying pressure to the back of my head, helping me to deepthroat him. He forces my mouth down the rest of the way, sucking and lapping along every inch of it.
“Mmm-mmm,” I moan, bobbing my head, stimulating his erect dick down to the very depths of my throat. Somehow I had managed to stuff the entire thing inside.
My tight lips kiss the top of his balls with every plunge onto his dick, one hand tickling his scrotum.
Mr. Johnson groans with every lustful slurp and passionate suck, gripping my hair tight enough to hurt.
His hands around my head move up and down to my rhythm, assisting me on every descent into my wet esophagus.
Not telling me to stop now, are you Mr. Johnson?
“Fuck!” He groans loud again, and I can feel his cock twitching deep down in my throat. He’s on the verge of cumming now. But I can’t let him just yet.
I force my head up against the weight of his hand trying to hold me down. He’s so close…
Wet sucking noises escape my lips when they release the head of his cock. Mr. Johnson’s face is scrunched—his dick spasms on the razor’s edge of ejaculation.
“Nuh-uh,” I tease his scrotum some more, keeping him right on the precipice, “you can’t cum yet, Mr. Johnson.” I smirk at the sight of his face turning to sheer disappointment.
“Not unless you put it inside me first.” I pinch the stiffness of his shaft and give it a few gentle tugs, giggling. The head twitches some more, desperate to achieve climax.
“Tammy…” Thick precum spills from the tip. “We can’t—we can’t do that. What would your mother think of me?”
“Mom won’t be home until tomorrow. No one is ever going to find out.” I’m still teasing him with more light stroking. “It can be our little secret.”
My fingers dive beneath the waist of my cut off jeans and feel the wetness there. My tongue sweeps across my upper lip and my eyes roll back.
“Mmmm…” I moan, fingering my clit, “I’m SO wet for you, Mr. Johnson…” His pupils appear to dilate in the light of the living room, trying so hard to ignore the inhibitions screaming in his head. But how can he possibly refuse an open invitation to fuck his hot neighbor’s tight little pussy?
I bring the index finger, now dripping in warm fluids, up to my mouth. Crimson lips wrap down to the first knuckle, dark eyelids fluttering. A deep, passionate moan raises goose bumps down his arms. The taste of sweetness makes my tongue dance against the roof of my mouth.
“Do you want to know what my pussy tastes like?” I snatch his hands by the wrist and set them around my waist. Slowly, I move in until my hot breath caresses his quivering lips. His eyes remain wide, frozen in deliberation.
Then we connect in a passionate kiss and I feel the tenseness in his neck relax. His eyes droop at the taste of me, our tongues swirling together.
Brushing fingers up his nape, the tiny hairs standing on end, I whisper, “I want you to cum… inside me.” His eyes go wide and I dive in for another kiss.
But his hands clutch tight at my waists and force me back. My lips peel reluctantly; a string of spit and fluid still clings to his chin.
“Stop,” he yells, shaking me, “we have to stop.”
“But—“
“That’s enough now, Tammy. I—I have to go.”
Tears are welling in my eyes. His thick, pulsing cock is still on the brink of climax. How could he want to stop now? Precum wets the crotch of his briefs when he puts them on in a hurry.
“We probably shouldn’t see each other anymore. I—I’m sorry, Tammy.” Then the door slams shut behind him and he’s gone—blue balls and all.
I watch him through the window moving awkwardly back toward his house and wipe the fake tears from my face, smirking.
If you think it’s going to be that easy to turn me down, you’ve got another thing coming, Mr. Johnson.
******
I’m wearing the short black dress Mr. Johnson gave to me last week when I ring the doorbell of his home. I know it’s his favorite because he had an erection before I’d even tried it on. I’ve got matching black pumps and my hair down just the way he likes it.
When the door creaks open, I put on a perfect smile. It’s been two days since Mr. Johnson left me a hot mess of humiliation. Plenty of time for him to drive himself crazy thinking about what he missed out on. Lucky for him, I’m back with a second chance of opportunity.
“Tammy?” He’s got an undone tie hanging from his neck, just home from work. Perfect.
“I wanted to apologize,” I say, ducking under his arm holding the door.
“Uh, yeah—come on in.”
“It’s been eating me up inside.” My heels click against the immaculate white tile floor of his hallway. The smell of Lysol is overpowering. I knew Mr. Johnson was a clean freak, but damn. “You know, after what happened between us.”
“Look, Tammy, you don’t have to—“
“Can we sit down somewhere and just talk?”
He glances down at his watch, saying, “I don’t know. It’s not really the best time right now.” What the hell? What could be more pressing than seeing me out of this dress? I know he wants to, if he’d just cut the act already.
Instead, I ignore what he’s saying and saunter down the hall into his living room.
“Really, Tammy. I’ve got work to fin—“
“Please?” one hand caresses his cheek. “It won’t take long. Promise.” I bite down on my bottom lip and give him a little wink.
For a moment he is lost in my gaze, and the real purpose of my visit becomes clear.
“I should have never let it get this far,” he says, shaking his head.
“But you did, Mr. Johnson. And now you need to finish what we started.” My fingers drape over his broad shoulders and I lean in until my cheek grazes the stubble of his jawline. Crimson lips part, the warmth of my breath at the nape of his neck. The words emerge, soft and direct, “Did you know that I’m a virgin?”
My fingers roll over the hardness of his chest, feeling the bulges of a perfectly toned abdomen through his shirt. “Do you want to know what it feels like?” My fingers are working at his belt buckle. “To cum inside a tight little virgin pussy?”
Mr. Johnson’s expression goes blank when he feels my hand groping his balls. His eyes roll back and his head nods in subtle apprehension.
He swallows hard to stifle a groan as his cock begins to swell in my hand. Then there is the snap of leather and his pants fall below his trembling knees.
I guide him to the sofa, a gentle hand pressed against his chiseled features. My own panties are off before he’s even lying down.
I straddle myself over his cock, leaning over. He gasps, flinching at the cold wetness of my tongue circling his hard pecs. Manicured nails dig into tough skin, playfully scratching along his chest. I rock my hips, grinding myself between his legs.
My wetness glides on his stiff dick; fluids gush from my warm pussy, coating every inch of his throbbing shaft.
“Ungh…” Soft moans escape between rapid breaths. Mr. John’s rock of a chest heaves as my body writhes against him.
I bring his hands to my ass and he latches on with a grip tight enough to startle me. My pussy quivers at the size of him, slipping along his hard cock, longing to be filled.
“Are you ready?” I say. But I’ve lifted myself up, knees at either side of him, guiding his cock to my wet entrance before he has a chance to answer.
“Tammy?” is all he can muster. His legs are restless; his heart pounds in his chest.
I drool a bit of spit into my hand and stroke saliva on his shaft. The head of his dick presses into my folds. His dick slip into my tightness and his eyes roll back.
My back arches and we moan loud together. My nails clutch his chest like a vulture finally catching its prey.
I lower myself onto him, surprised at my sudden apprehension. Is this really happening?
But any and all thought vanishes in the moment of my lips give way to his enormous size. My walls wrap tight around the head and my whole body shudders. One hand holding his shaft, I continue to lower myself. Down, and down…
Mr. Johnson watches his dick disappear inside me. I can’t help but wince at the subtle pain of his penetration. But then it subsides, dominated by a wave of euphoric tingles running up my spine.
“Holy s—shit!” he says, holding the bulk of my round ass in a death grip. “You’re so fucking tight…”
My tongue circles the edge of my lips—I can almost taste him filling my insides. He holds my entire weight up by the ass, taking control. His girth spreads my tight walls as my slick insides lubricate the long descent.
Then my whole body spasms when his cock bottoms out at my cervix. He’s so deep I just want to scream. My fluids trickle down his shaved ball sac. My tight pussy wraps his entire length from head to shaft.
My body begins to move on its own, bucking wildly against him, relishing in the sensation of his cock filling me whole, spreading my insides apart.
Mr. Johnson lifts me with fierce thrusts into the depths of my pussy, gyrating his pelvis, drilling into me with abandon. My nails dig deep into his chest, enough to scratch the skin.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. Mr. Johnson impales me, again and again, like he’s splitting me in half.
And then an unfamiliar pleasure is all consuming. Electricity seems to flow out to every extremity, overwhelming my senses. My mind goes blank.
Ecstatic wails fill the room as I ride Mr. Johnson’s cock, my heart lost in a sea of orgasmic fluttering.
Sweat pools at the small of my back, trickling between ass cheeks now red and raw from Mr. Johnson’s vice. He holds me down on his cock while my body quakes against him. The tight muscles of my core contract and squeeze the enormity of his cock. Neck tilted back, my long hair clings to me. My vision blurs—a white void sweeps across my senses.
“Agh! Fuck!” He lifts me up with his powerful hands to stop himself from cumming.
Dammit! He’s so close.
“What’s wrong?” The internal tremors subside; the energy of the orgasm begins to fade.
“I’m sorry, I—“ His cock throbs beneath my legs, dribbling precum, right on the verge.
I give it a few gentle strokes, finding pleasure in the facial contortions of him trying so desperately to hold back. Mr. Johnson is at my mercy. Too bad for him, I won’t be letting him off this time—until he’s getting off inside me.
I get myself turned around, a hand resting on the arm of the sofa, my sopping pussy in front of him. I reach between my legs and spread the lips apart with two fingers, juices pouring out and running between them. I give my ass a little shake, inviting him to enter me from behind.
“Mmmm…” I moan out, fingering my sensitive clit. “I need your cum! Please!” My soggy pussy quivers and aches, pleading to be filled.
My head droops and my dark hair fails over my face. I spread my legs wide apart, and wait…
And then I feel it—His girth spreading me again, splitting me nearly in half.
Mr. Johnson goes wild with animalistic grunts, pounding into my pussy with arms wrapped tight around my waist.
My hips buck against him, working his cock, coaxing it to cum.
“Ungh!” My insides go into a fit of orgasmic tremors while Mr. Johnson humps and moans and fucks. This is it. I can feel him. Yes! Yes!
My whole body jolts when he cums inside me, his hot spunk filling my uterus.
The muscles of my core spasm uncontrollably, squeezing and milking every drop of semen from his stiff dick.
“Oh, God!” he says. The pulse of his throbbing cock beats against my walls, again and again, ejaculating his thick load into the depths of me. The warmth of his seed is comforting.
Mr. Johnson collapses his weight on top of me, slipping in the sweat of our skin. I can still feel his cock twitching inside me, emptying every last bit of sperm while he's still holding me in a tight embrace.
Our bodies writhe together, clinging to a fading orgasm. I want this moment to last forever—the moment when Mr. Johnson impregnated me.
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 su
burbs 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.