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>wake up with morning wood and an uncomfortable amount of precum
>button still hugging me
>fuck we must have slept like logs, light already coming through window
>check phone, 8:12am
>button dead to the world…
>I reach with hand and pull hair from her neck
>start running my fingers lightly up and down her neck, being as soft as possible
>button gets goosebumps all down her neck and arms
>she stirs awake and almost immediately starts to bite her lip
>she makes some cute little noises as she enjoys what I’m doing
>”fuck you anon, this isn’t fair…” she mumbles
>”I’ve had practice, don’t feel bad” I mockingly console her
>we lay like this for a while as i tickle her neck
>all the girls I’ve known love this, trick is to be as light of touch as possible, pretend you are trying to just brush that fine layer of fuzz that covers your body
>button opens her eyes and then leans up and gives me a determined look
>how can anybody look so goddamn good right after they have woken up?
>button straddles on top of me below my crotch, leans forwards and puts her hands on my chest, clearly very awake
>black lacy panties, doubt they were an intentional choice since she grabbed them in darkness last night but still fucking sexy
>”practice huh?” she smiles at me while slowly moving her hands down my chest
>If what I had before was morning wood, what I have at this point can only be described as morning steel
>button reaches my briefs and runs her hands around my cock through the fabric, never taking her eyes off mine
>she starts running her hands up and down my shaft before eventually shuffling further down my legs and pulling my briefs back
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>button looks down at my cervix crusader and then looks back up at me, tilts her head to one side and smiles, “oh really?”
> “really” I reply enthusiastically, nodding
>”well you’re going to have to help me practice faggot…” she admits to me in moment of honesty, she hasn’t done this before
>she takes my cock in her hand and starts working the shaft up and down
>her hands are small and it feels fantastic the way she can only just get them around me
>technique isn’t quite there but I roll my head back for a second and take in the moment
>button is sitting on top of me, my cock in her hand, eager to learn and eager to please
>most win moment of my life, for now…
>I look back down and guide her hand slightly lower, like I mentioned before, I’m cut fag so knob is dry and without any lube, hitting it while moving up and down is uncomfortable coz no foreskin toll over it
>tell her she can squeeze a bit tighter, longer strokes, etc
>she listens intently and is genuinely interested in learning
>doesn’t even flinch when I explain the importance of ball fondling and how much it can help sometimes, although she did get a little distracted playing with them for a while
>before long she has a good grip and rhythm worked out and I can feel myself well on my way to the 100m finish line
>50m mark
>button has to switch hands, “no wonder guys have biceps…” she remarks
>because of cutfag situation, it takes fair bit of outside of stimulation to actually get me off unless I do it myself, only slut 3 ever made me cum from head, and even then it was a marathon the few times she did…
>have only cum a couple of times to hand jobs in my life, really gotta have the technique down or it ain’t gonna happen
>sounds crap but it’s not all bad, I can last like a motha fucka in the sack so I don’t really mind, don’t know any different to be honest so eh…
>button is working my shaft up and down with her soft small hand, cradling my balls with the other hand
>65m mark… I know button is gonna get me there, she has already got the technique pretty much down, I’m blue balling after last night enough to make up for any sloppiness
>”don’t worry if you can’t get me there, only a couple of girls ever had, it’s just part of being a cutfag” I smile and tease at button, it’s a lie, but I know exactly how she will take it
>”fuck you…” she responds… which in button’s language basically translates to ‘challenge accepted’
>the look of concentration intensifies on her face as she works my shaft even faster
>75m
>she stops jerking all of a sudden and looks at me
>wicked smile comes across her face
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>”how bad do you want to cum?” she asks teasingly
>”… really bad” … I already know where this is going…
>she is slowly stroking my cock, not fast enough to bring me there, but enough to keep me rock hard
>”take ba-” she begins
>”I take back last night, I don’t win, you do… and I’m a faggot”
>she laughs at me, “that bad huh? Fair enough”
>button hops off me and lies back down on the bed
>OH COME ON I EVEN CALLED MYSELF A FAGGOT
>she grips the bottom of her t-shirt (the big one of mine from last night, she slept in it) and wiggles it up over her head
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>OH FUCK YES… BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>the entire muslim nation wouldn’t be able to bring down these two gravity defying twin towers of holiness
>she spreads her legs apart and motions me on top of her “come on then”
>I get up and nestle myself between her legs
>she reaches down and grabs a hold of my snot rocket again, because she is about a head shorter than me, she has to stretch her arm
>she pulls on my cock and guides me further up the bed into a better position
>this has the added effect raising her legs even high, and pointing her panty clad pussy slightly more toward the ceiling
>I can’t decide what is more important to look at, buttons face, or the superb perky breasts she has just revealed to me
>she starts working my shaft again
>80m
>I reach down between her legs and slide her panties to one side
>she is already completely drenched
>turns out when button gets wet… she gets really wet…
>I start by sliding my finger in and out of her in a traditional finger bang style
>not enough for her to lose concentration, but enough to encourage her
>90m
>she opens her mouth and starts to breathe more heavily as my finger slides in and out of her slick wet snatch
>button is working my shaft up and down with both hands now, the combination of her small hands wrapped around my cock, her glorious tits and glazed over look on her face from my finger banging has me sprinting flat out towards the finish line
>95m
>”button you’re going to make me cum” I inform her through clenched teeth, double checking for final approval
>she just bites her lip and nods approvingly at me, excited witness the upcomming event for her first time
>shit I almost forgot to tell her, “one last thing, when I cum… whatever you do, don’t stop jacking until it’s all out…”
>had an ex do this to me once before, didn’t realise that when yoghurt started flying, that signals the beginning of the orgasm… not the end… nothing fucking worse in the world then having a girl stop jerking you just as you bust your nut
>98m, finish line is in sight… in retrospect this has been the easiest 100m race of my life…
>button can see that I’m nearly there and works my cock even harder and faster
>I hit the 100m mark and my mind goes fucking blank
>my arse squeezes shut tighter than the London bank vault and I begin firing my man icing all over buttons glorious mounds of vanilla pudding
>button maintains eye contact with me, doesn’t even look down at the imaginary fire I’m attempting to extinguish all over her chest
>she keeps jerking like a champ as well, after a bit I have to tell her it’s ok, she can stop
>I sit back on my legs and begin to survey the battlefield, my semi hard field gun is now resting on her knickers, still oozing lubricant all over them
>button now props herself up and looks down at her boobs with intense curiosity
>cum literally hanging off one of her nipples like something out of a brazzers film
>she dips her finger in a rather large glob on her upper left boob and plays with it between her fingers
>she looks back up at me and says “fuck I wish I could do that!” with complete sincerity
>I literally lose my shit and start laughing
>she smiles at me, “I’m going to need a shower”
>I move from between her legs and let her slide over to the edge of the bed where she hops up and starts walking towards the bathroom
>I tried to get a glimpse of her tits now that she was standing missed my chance
>as I’m cleaning my knob with a spare towel, button calls out to me, “…are you coming?”
>so this is what it feels like when a contestant gets called from the audience on The Price is Right
>button is already standing naked under the shower, washing the cum off her boobies… with soap…
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>she doesn’t even look at me… until I take my briefs off at which she turns her head and watches me curiously
>I keep my eyes locked on her ass… oh man there is no way I’m not going to give that thing a squeeze now
>”how soon until you can go again?” she enquires seeing that my cock is still limp but still not entirely deflated,
>”depends…” I say as I step up and into the shower, “you would be doing well to get me off with a hand job again anytime soon, and I don’t mean that suggestively, that’s just how I am, I need a while to recharge”
>”fair enough…” she says as she hands me the bottle of shampoo she brought with her
>she seems completely comfortable with the situation
>”why do you ask?” I enquire as I squeeze a generous handful into my hand
>chicks with long hair go through a lot of shampoo… you never realise this as a guy with short hair…
>I start working the shampoo into her hair
>it smells like mangos…
>slut 1 was an apprentice hairdresser when I was dating her, I know it sounds lame as fuck but I picked up a few things from her, mostly through observation
>use to practice a lot of things on me, like how to rinse without getting in customers eyes, and when you work the shampoo into hair they do like this finger massage thing that I remember felt fucking amazing, shit like that
>”I want to do it from now on…” button declares suddenly
>this takes me completely off guard… in a good way of course but still don’t understand where her head is at and I feel like I need to try and get on the same level
>”you ok with that?” I ask before quickly adding “It is a daily thing for us guys you know? twice even…”
>”why wouldn’t I be?” she says it like I just asked her the most stupid question in the world;
>I think I understand, “so you mean like… friends with benefits sort of thing?”
>”I was thinking more like best friends with benefits…” she corrects me
>I know how gay this sounds (or maybe its just button conditioning me to feel like a faggot every time I say something mushy) but my chest did that awkward butterfly feels thing when I heard her say that
>I start massaging the shampoo into buttons head with my fingers, again, previous work in my trade has given me above average strength in my hands so I do a pretty darn good job of this whole head massage thing that I picked up from slut 1
>button lets out an honest “uuunnnggghhh” noise and she sags her shoulders
>”awesome fucking benefits” she corrects herself
>thank you slut 1, even though your head jobs were about as interesting as dipping my dick in a bucket of warm water… you did impart at least a few useful things on me before you ripped my fucking heart out and ran away
>the showerhead is one of those detachable types on flexible metal hose
>I start rinsing the shampoo from buttons hair, careful not to let any run into her eyes
>thoughts of last night and this mornings events are still floating around in my head
>”you’re surprisingly good at this” button suddenly realises, “the evidence is starting to mount against you, you realise?”
>I ignore her and keep rinsing the shampoo out of her hair as I remember how tight her virgin hole was, it’s going to be difficult to get two fingers in there let alone anything bigger…
>”maybe you were a faggot in your past life or something, hmmmm…” she continues to mock
>I finish up with her hair, it’s even longer than I thought when it’s all wet and straight
>her taunting is causing my thoughts to become less and less ‘gentle’
>maybe she can take two… only one way to find out
>I grab a firm hold of her hair at the base of her head and pull head to one side
>”ugh, gent…” she beings to protest before realising what my intentions are
>I start to kiss down her neck again and her protest turns into more of a soft moan
>release her hair and move both hands towards her ass
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>I’m literally just googling filename extensions at this point btw, I ran out on day 2
>I grip one half of her badonkadonk in each hand
>uncle reamus stands to attention so quickly he slaps me in the tummy
>”having fun there?” button asks as I start to get carried away playing with her ass and not putting enough attention on her neck
>”my bad”, I work a finger in between her butt cheeks and start push it inside her which rewards me with a slight gasp
>de-attach the shower head again and start spraying water at the wall in front of us
>”err… what the fuck are you doing?” button asks me after a bit
>button is so new to this that it makes my dick tingle sometimes
>I re-attach the shower head and then grip her firmly at the base of the neck
>I take my hand from between her legs, put it on her waist and then push her up against the wall
>button almost instinctively arches her back and pokes her ass out (this is one of the best thing you can ever have a girl do to you… makes your dick squirt pure testosterone)
>”just warming the wall up for you” I say to her as I take my hand off her neck and move it back down between her legs
>I start on her neck again as I slide my finger in and out of her now much more exposed and easy to access pussy
>I keep her back arched by pressing her waist into the wall, at this point she has pretty much given up any sort of resistance and just lets me do as I please
>she has her teeth clenched and is moaning softly every time I push my finger into her
>I slow down a bit and put two of my fingers together, I press them against her glistening hole and gently start to push them in
>”if this starts to hurt, sing out” I tell her
>”I think you are forgetting who the faggot is he…” she winces at back at me
>fine, I think as I clamp down on her neck with my teeth and cut her off mid-sentence
>I push my two fingers all the way into her, I can tell she is in some pain because she is gritting her teeth, but I have no doubt if she wanted me to stop then she would throw me off
>I try to be a bit more gentle, and slowly work them in and out, it doesn’t take long before she is stretched out a bit and back to moaning
>I’m not doing anything particularly special at this point, just running my fingers in and out… no g-spot stim, it’s too awkward to do properly from this angle
>this is really just trying to get her used to two fingers
>I release her from the wall and turn her around
>”why did you stop?” she asks, she almost sounds disappointed
>”I was just getting you ready, sit-down in the corner, trust me” I instruct her, corner of the bathshower has a fair bit of room, enough to sit down on
>she doesn’t even hesitate, but does look kind of curious
>I take the opportunity to get a good look at her chest puppies… they really do defy gravity!!!, perky as fuck and not too big, soft little nipples
>I’m going to have to study them later and possibly write up a science journal about my findings, button’s boobies may just hold the secret to conquering gravity once and for all
>I get down on my knees and push her legs apart, “don’t worry, it’s not what you think” I reassure her, she visibly relaxes as I say this and reaches out to grab the back of my head
>she doesn’t want me looking at her all exposed for too long, still a bit nervous I figure at this point
>I steal a quick glance at her vagoo before going back in to kiss her neck
>flawless ini… completely symmetrical, perfectly shaved, bang/bang would bang
>I get to work quickly and slide two fingers gently back inside of her
>now I’m in the right sort of position, the perfect position in fact
>I put my arm against the wall to hold myself up as I lean right over her and at the same time I wedge my feet against the other side of the bathtub wall so that I can press her into the corner using my thighs without slipping and face planting into her stomach
>I curl both fingers upwards and start to wiggle them against the roof of her cock tunnel, she starts to moan sweet nothings while looking at me
>button puts one hand against my chest, and grabs a hold of my cock with the other and starts to jerk me
>I appreciate the attempt but she can’t concentrate enough for it to be any good
>I start to work my fingers back and forth in and out of her quickly building up pressure and speed
>button grits her teeth, her eyes glaze over and she digs her nails into my chest
>she also squeezes my cock as if it was a bottle of kewpie mayonnaise but It’s worth it for what happens next
>as my fingers start to pummel her g-spot, she very quickly reaches the edge and then flies right off it
>she starts cumming like the 4th of July fireworks, I can feel her squirting all over my legs
>her moaning comes in short bursts and sounds like a cross between crying and being tickled to death, it’s hard to explain but it’s hot as fuck
>when women cum, it’s a whole body experience, all their muscles spasm (depending on how hard they are cumming) as opposed to us chaps who just sort of feel it down in our groin and get a bit of a shiver
>if you make them cum hard enough, they basically lose control of all muscles, that’s what makes them go all cerebral palsy on you
>realising button is now midway through the most intense orgasm she has most likely ever experienced in her life, I work my fingers in and out of her even faster in an attempt to keep it going as long as I can
>she keeps squirting with each jolt that rocks her body
>a good 15-20 seconds later (count it out, it’s longer than you think) I slow down and she relaxes her grip on my cock and chest
>her moaning has been reduced to something along the lines of whimpering
>I pull her out of the corner and let her slide down into the tub, I just pull her close and hold her for a bit while the last few waves and spasms roll through her
>I learnt how to do this with slut 3 fyi after I watched that instructional video years back (google ‘How to Make a Woman Squirt Instructional’) shit is sooo fucking cash, but your girl needs to be willing and relaxed
>literally reduces girls to a whimpering pile of shaking jello, also, I’m not going to sugar coat it… girl squirt is just mostly piss… if the orgasm is intense enough then the muscle spasms become so much that they just lose control of their bladder and ‘squirt’ out piss with each contraction, there is a little sweet nectar but yeah… sorry to burst anyone’s bubble
>after button gets her shit back together she looks at me, “did I just squirt?”
>”yup… it was pretty hot” I tell her as I help her get to her feet, she is still a bit jittery
>”I don’t think I will be able to walk to the movies… my legs feel like jelly”
>I reach over and pick up the matching bottle of conditioner that she brought in, “how about homemade pizza and more Halo 4 then? We can still go see it tomorrow?”
>button doesn’t respond straight away, she’s clearly weighing the two things up I think to myself as I squirt moisturiser into my hand and begin working it into her hair
>”…do you think it would be ok if I stayed here instead of finding my own place?” She finally asks me while I am massaging the conditioner into her head
>my brain opens the dopamine flood gates upon hearing this… my whole body feels like the song fireflies by owl city… most mushiest thing I will probably ever admit to /b/ but I don’t even give a fuck at this point, I’m lost in the moment
>”hmmm…” I pretend to ponder aloud
>button looks back over her shoulder at me with one of her ‘don’t be a faggot’ looks
>”sounds like a good idea to me” I respond, i was going to say something witty but buttons look made me think twice
>we spend the rest of the shower just laughing at how she essentially peed all over me, she tried to describe what it felt like when she was cumming and asked me what it’s like to cum as a dude
>nowhere near as good as chicks unfortunately
>I lathered up her sweater stretchers and played with them for a while
>I decided to name them RB and LB
>she called me a faggot
>dontcare, touchedbewbs
>we got out of shower and dried each other off, button plays with my balls for a bit… girls always seem to find them incredibly fascinating
>I paid extra attention to RB and LB as well as the much lower down but equally impressive RT and LT
>may have got called a faggot a second time upon declaring those names
>button slipped into that shirtdress thing again because I told her how much I liked it
>she then proceeded NOT to put any underwear on
>asked me if I was cool with just spending the day in because her legs were still shaking
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>I gather any dirty washing we have including the couple of panties she went through over the last few days, one has my dry cum on the top of them from when she jacked me off this morning, but both of them have a noticeable patch on the bottom from where she was leaking engine oil once I hit her ignition switch
>button has dragged a hairdryer out of her suitcase and is blow drying her hair in the mirror
>I grab her bum on the way past her to put the laundry into the washing machine
>”let me guess, you’re an expert with the blow dryer as well?” she teases at me
>”actually… that’s probably the one thing I haven’t ever done, though how hard could it be?” it’s the truth… “but I do have a wet to dry straightener in the bottom draw, and I’m not half bad with that” I continue while I’m adding some ultra downy fabric softener to the washing machine
>gotta have dem soft potato undies yo
>button flicks her hair to one side, still drying it as she turns to face me with an ‘are you serious’ smile… I already know what’s coming… instantly regret saying that
>”yeah yeah I know, I’m a faggot blah blah… it’s a long story, but when you have girls over often enough sometimes its handy to just have backup things like that” I’m trying to justify my existence as a man, “otherwise its hours of whining over not being able to go out because of wet hair or not straight hair…”
>button is still smiling at me through the mirror as I attempt to salvaged what is left of my dignity, “fair enough…”
>phew
>”but that doesn’t explain how you became ‘not half bad’ with them”
>”well…” I barely even get a chance to begin
>”faggot” button declares smiling and turning her attention back towards her hair
>start washing machine up and move over behind button, I place one hand on her hip and I reach around the front of her and push my hand in between her legs, gripping her snatch through the fabric of her shirt
>”fine, but you can’t deny some of my skills are rather impressive” I whisper in her ear while looking at her in the mirror
>button just stands there and smiles back at me as I move in to kiss her neck
>”I admit nothing!” she points the hair dryer in my face and blasts me with hot air
>fine, button can have this one then, I give her a decent smack on the ass and walk out of the bathroom, “this morning was second gear…” I call back at her, turning back to check her reaction
>button is watching me walk away; she bites her lip at me and then pokes her ass out and gives it a wiggle, “really? I thought you were still in first…”
>ohyoufuckingaskedforit
>I turn around and start walking back towards her
>button turns to face me and takes a sort of firing stance, legs apart and hairdryer held out in front of her, pointing it at me like a gun
>it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen her do, doesn’t help her cause at all
>I’m going to enjoy this…
>I pull my shirt off over my head and throw it in the corner
>she steps back slightly as I walk toward her,
>button’s expression has changed from cute confident smile to too ‘oh shit’
>I pull the hairdryer out of her hands and yank the cord out of the socket, throwing aside into the dirty laundry bin
>button just standing there, unsure what is about to happen, she hesitates as I start towards her again
>thinking back, must have looked like I was about to rape her or something
>grab her around the waist firmly and throw her against the wall, forcefully, but not enough to really hurt her
>pull the hair away from one side of her neck and move straight in to start kissing it
>put my weight against her body and pin her down
>feel one of her hands grab hold of my hair at the back of my head, nope… I reach back grabbing her wrist and then pin her hand up above her head
>button makes cute little moans each time I press harder or bite down on her neck
>when I’m confident she is enjoying things enough I release her hand and reach down under her thighs, hoisting her up and then slamming her back into the wall again… this time not so gently either
>she wraps her legs around me tighter than an anaconda’s death grip
>I don’t even need to hold her up, so I move my hands back up and grip either side of her waist, pinning her against the wall while I go to town on her neck
>button has one hand digging into my upper back and the other gripping the back of my head, pushing me into her neck
>I take one hand off her waist and hook it back under her thigh, pulling her shirtdress thing back far enough to reveal her juice box, and I use that term for a good reason
>no preparation needed, I slip two fingers inside of her as best I can giving the current situation
>I can’t quite tickle her g-spot properly, but combined with everything else its enough to get her over the edge pretty quickly
>she locks her legs around me so tightly I swear she is about split me in half like something out of a cheesy 90’s action flick
>I clamp down on her neck when I feel her starting to cum and work my finger as best as I can
>”ffffuuuuuccckkkkkk…” she whimpers through gritted teeth
>I release her and let her slide back down the wall onto her feet, her hair is a fucking mess, her eyes are kind of vacant and she is still huffing and puffing from the intensity of the moment
>she looks up at me but doesn’t say anything
>I give her a serious look, “careful how you tease me, I may not be able to hold back next time”
>button looks like she is about to burst out laughing, “nope, try again… something more badass”
>should’ve known this sort of shit wouldn’t fly with her, “next time I won’t be so gentle” I offer her, trying to keep my look and tone serious
>”too cliché… “ she shakes her head
>”well what do you suggest” I ask her coldly
>”how about…”, button adopts a serious face and tone “next time I’ll ravage your asshole like a true faggot”
>”fine…” I give up and start walking back out of the bathroom
>”oh come on anon… don’t get all butt hurt!” she calls out after me
>I’m not really, more disappointed that I cheesed up the ending to my little power display
>I let button know that I’m going to duck down to the shops quickly to get stuff for the homemade pizza, I mostly just need a couple of bases and some shredded mozzarella
>”is there a chemist nearby?” button asks me suddenly as I’m putting on something suitable for going out
>”yeah there is, it’s just across the road from the supermarket I’m going to” I respond
>button contemplates this for a bit, I guess trying to decide if whatever she needs is important enough to bother walking with jelly legs
>”it’s literally just a block away, it’s not a long walk or anything” I let her know
>”alright, I need to hand in and fill a script” she responds
>doesn’t take much effort to deduce that its most likely the pill, presuming her text message the other day had truth to it despite sent to mock to me
>button gets up and starts pulling some things out of her suitcase
>it’s a little overcast and windy today, looks like it may very well rain later as well
>looks like staying in was the right choice anyway, though I am pretty keen to see the hobbit
>button slips on a pretty stock looking purple bra and a pair of high riding blue knickers, probably closer to a g-string than undies but I don’t know the name of the style… either way I can’t do anything but stand and stare
>she then decides on a pair of skintight jeans, which explains the g-style knickers… the way she wiggles her hips and practically peels this thing onto her is one hell of a sight
>finishes off with that dark blue hoodie with the cute little ears on it
>its an incredible contrast, to see her wearing such a cute outfit, soft brown eyes and long dark hair… but to know what she is really like
>I can imagine the way guys must approach her, as if she were Russian porcelain doll, a trophy even… fuck she must hate that
>we step out of the studio and I lock the door, button grips the handrail particularly tight as she makes her way down the flight of stairs
>gives me a satisfied feeling knowing it was my doing
>I put my hands in my pockets as we walk side by side down to the shops
>button loops her arm through mine and holds on with both hands, “stop being butthurt faggot, I can’t let you win all the time you know that”
>any disappointment I had about my failed attempt at asserting my manliness earlier is instantly melted away
>”you let me win… oh is that how it is!” I remark
>”well if I shot you down every time then you wouldn’t bother to keep trying harder…” she explains smugly
>we both know we are talking out our asses… but this is my favourite sort of conversation with button
>well not entirely out our asses, I did turn her legs to jelly…
>either way I feel like she has just grabbed me by the feet and planted me back on solid ground, something I’m actually rather grateful for
>”well I’m glad to hear you are enjoying yourself” I say dryly
>”don’t try to pull that bullshit on me faggot… you’re the one that said you needed some time too recharge”
>thisistrue
>I would be doing really well to cum two or more times in one day, if I’m on my own I wank maybe once a day, skip a day here and there even
>my only redeeming quality is that, like I mentioned before, I can run a marathon in the sack
>we continue down to shops, discussing what we each want on our pizza
>stop out front of supermarket and point her towards the pharmacy on the other side of the street, “I’ll meet you inside when I’m done with the shopping”
>”don’t forget the olives” she calls out as I enter the shop
>grab all the things I needed and then head across the road and into the pharmacy
>I can see button sitting on a chair up the back at the script section
>easy to tell it’s her… only person in the shop wearing a hoodie with ears on the top
>don’t want to get all up in her stuff in case the script is rather personal
>start browsing aisles, get to personal hygiene aisle, skip past condoms and lube, I still have some at home
>deodorant! Fuck, lucky I came here after all or I would’ve completely forgot
>start checking out the different types, don’t want to get the same as last time because it was slut 3’s favourite and, well you know how it is
>pick one out and spray on wrist… meh… guess it will do
>button suddenly appears next to me, she grabs my wrist and smells it herself, screws her face up and shakes her head “nope”
>she picks out a few others and tries them on various parts of my arm
>”I don’t mind that one…” I say after smelling one that seemed particularly masculine
>”sure… if your intention is to be butt raped in the gym showers by a gay weight lifter” she says coldly
>wellshitidontknowthen
>few more choices later she seems to find one she likes, I say that because she doesn’t immediately return it to the shelf
>button brings the can up to my neck and sprays a bit onto me
>she moves towards me, presses herself into me and then gets up on tip toes
>”kiss my neck” she instructs me as she tilts her head to one side
>I move in and give her a couple of gentle kisses, I feel a bit awkward, being in a chemist and all but I’m not going to argue
>I move back away and button is now looking at me, biting her lip, “definitely that one…” she confirms with a nod
>10 minutes of deodorant hunting completely worth it
>button collects her script and we both take our things to the front counter to pay
>I see the name on the medication box and figured out what it is even though I haven’t seen that particular pill before, ‘Yasmin’
>most of the contraceptive pills have feminine names like ‘diane’ and ‘brenda’… chicks are weird like that…
>they do the same shit with their tampons… all fucking rainbow colour wrappers with stripes and shit… fuck it, just accept it for what it is, bullet shaped ammunition for your baby canon
>we exit shop and I open up the grocery bag, motioning for button to put the little paper chemist bag in
>she obliges and a takes my arm again
>”are you 100% positive you got the right deodorant?” I ask her mockingly
>”I just tried to find one that I liked and didn’t remind me of my brothers” she replies honestly
>pretty fair call… I didn’t even think about that
>”the fact it turned me on was a bonus though” she continues
>I spent the next 5 minutes feeling pretty fucking good about life
>this has turned out to be pretty much the best morning of my life so far, so much good feels, plus bewbs, handjob and button wants to be roommates/friends with benefits
>”you know, people are going to think we are a couple walking around like this” I cast my line out, fishing for a response
>”well if they ask, you can correct them say we are just fuck buddies” button offers with a shrug
>interesting response… I decide to recast, “we haven’t fucked though…”
>”well what would you prefer…” button begins, “this is my best friend whom I haven’t kissed but I finger bang several times a day and get handjobs from” she says in jest as if introducing me to somebody
>at this point I’m suddenly very aware of the fact I haven’t kissed her yet and I’m trying to decide what that may or may not imply
>although I’ve thought about doing it a few times before, I know that it is bound to be an awkward experience while she is huffing and puffing with my fingers wedged up her cave of wonders
>I’m already guessing she hasn’t had a whole lot of practice at it, if any… and there is definitely a technique to a good kiss, and everybody has their own preferred method
>I can still remember the first time I frenched a girl, it was in the cinemas watching one of the LOTR movies… was horrendous dribbling mess… but still kinda cool!
>”have you ever kissed a guy?” I ask her curiously
>”yes but not in same way you’re thinking about kissing me right now…”
>”how did…” I begin as I turn to her, wondering if I’m that easy to read or if she just knows me that well
>not that it’s a huge mystery… she mentions kissing and I go off to la la land for half the block
>she looks at me smiling “I’m the little princess to 4 older brothers and a very proud father… I grew up with more kisses than I cared for”
>iseewhatyoumean
>”little princess my ass…” I think out loud
>starting to get really overcast as this point
>we reach my place and start climbing the stairs, button in front of me…
>I’ve never enjoyed the climb up to my front door so much in my life… datass
>unlock door and pass button her paperbag before heading to the kitchen to start unpacking
>”ok, no more going out… rest of the day is on the couch” I remark out loud and glance over at button
>she has already slipped that shirtdress back on and is sitting back on the couch working the jeans off
>that was quick… though I do pretty much the same thing whenever I get home, comfy shirt and free balling in a pair of sweatpants or loose shorts
>it’s getting close to 11am by now, time flies when you’re a faggot
>”do you want to make the pizzas now and then contin…ue…” midway through that sentence I glance over at button just in time to watch her slip out of the knickers she was wearing and throw them on the floor by my bed
>”continue the campaign?” she looks at me expressionlessly
>”yeah… that”
>only good things can come of this recent development… I am positive
>I cut up some toppings while button spreads some pizza sauce on the two bases
>we put on toppings, argue over the importance of olives, and then button puts them in the oven while I go and take a seat on the couch
>this is where things get interesting
>button comes over and I hand her a controller, but she puts it aside and then straddles atop my crotch and looks at me with intent
>her eyes flick down to my lips and back up, doesn’t take much to figure out what she is thinking
>there’s only two possible things that could be going through her head and I decide to take a page out of her book and call out the situation for what it is
>”are you unsure, or just unsure how” I ask her bluntly… I figure if she is unsure in general then it’s best to let her make the move so that it’s her choice, but if it’s just a matter of not knowing where to start then I can give her a hand
>her reply comes almost instantly, “second one”
>well then… that makes things easy, I figure I’ll flip down onto her back and show her how it’s done
>I go to put my plan in action but before I can get up, she pushes me back down again
>”calm your tits, this isn’t rocket science, you don’t need to hold my hand through everything”
>alright… I guess I’ll take the bench on this one
>button is studying my lips, I can’t help but notice hers, how soft and tasty they look… is she wearing lipgloss?? Damn they are shiny… I wonder what they taste like, is this a good idea? what does it mean when best friends kiss?
>holy shit why is my heart pounding so much all of a sudden… it’s just… a kiss?
>look back up and meet buttons gaze, she takes one hand off my chest and puts it on the side of my head and then moves in for the main event
>my heart is thumping out of my fucking chest…
>Halo 4 theme song is playing in background
>most surreal moment of my life
>everything is moving in slow mo… no wait… button is just moving really slow
>our lips finally meet
>the Halo 4 theme adds this utterly epic atmosphere to the entire thing, feels like I am in the kiss scene of a Michael Bay blockbuster, cars and fruit stands and babies blowing up all around me
>button pauses, a little unsure what to do next so I try to guide her with my lips, soft and slow kisses
>place one hand on her hip, not too low… don’t want to ruin the mood
>put another hand around her neck, my thumb running up her cheek
>she responds to this by kissing a little more deeply, so I start to introduce a tiny bit of tongue, but not too much
>too much tongue can ruin things unless you are drumming your balls against a girls asshole at 240 bpm getting ready to drop the bass inside her
>button gets into the rhythm of things pretty quickly and before I know it she is the one leading
>damn this girl picks things up quick
>after a bit she backs off, she hasn’t quite got the breathing down yet and needs to get some air in, other than that, I would not have guessed it was her first time
>it was a solid effort, nice and slow and gentle as opposed to the over top face sucking shit some girls try to pull as if they had just finished their shift floating around the outside of Azkaban prison
>she looks at me for a bit, she has her standard neutral sort of look… teeth together and lips slightly parted… I don’t have a clue what she is thinking
>her eyes dart between my lips and my eyes a few times
>she definitely wants more, I figure I have about 20 minutes before the pizza is ready, just enough time if I am quick
>”now can I show you something?” I ask her
>button doesn’t say anything but gives a little enthusiastic nod almost instantly
>gotta love that healthy 18yr old libido
>I put my arm around her and flip her onto her back down along the couch like I had intended to earlier
>”It’s a little sore… so not that” she informs me
>I had figured this might be the case, considering everything we did this morning, “that’s ok, I wasn’t planning on using my fingers”
>before she has time to think about what i was implying I move back in and kiss her again
>her legs wrap around my back and she runs one of her hands through my hair
>as much as I’m enjoying the kissing, I have other plans
>I’m feeling particularly happy with everything at the moment and want to treat her to something
>also pizza is in the oven so I’m on the clock
>start to move away from her mouth and work my way down to her neck
>continue to kiss down her neck until I reach her collarbone, and then down further
>grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it up revealing her ripe melons
>spend a moment going around each nipple, playing with them in my mouth
>by this stage she has figured things out and she seems a bit nervous
>I’m making my way down the bottom of her ribcage
>”it’s the middle of the day…” she half protests
>”you have a wonderful looking vagina” I offer her in between kisses, “just relax”
>”fuck you…” she snaps, but the way she is running her fingers through my hair tells me she doesn’t mean it too harshly
>just passed her belly button at this point, natural, no piercing I might add, not really her style when I think about it
>I loop one arm under her thigh as I start to get into position, I’m just kissing past her bikini line at this point
>loop the other arm under, I’m starting to hit shaved skin, I stop and look up at her, one last final check, “I can stop if you really want?” I tease
>she looks down at me, biting her lip again and after a short pause she quickly shakes her head
>start to kiss close and closer to the top of her delicious slit, running my hands up along her hips and waist
>normally I would do a bit of teasing at this point but time isn’t going to allow for it
>I plant the first kiss on her clit, then start to drag my tongue down in between her lips
>I’m met with nothing short of the amazon river in flood season
>for those of you wondering, assuming it’s a nice clean girl with no yeast problems or anything, pussy juice just taste like slightly salty nothing… supposedly its almost identical to snot, the runny sort you have when you have a cold
>gross I know but when its leaking out of a girl’s glorious pink canoe, it’s like delicious salty nectar
>I run my tongue down to her now quite tender opening and then use my tongue as a scoop to drag a load of juice back up and onto her clit to get everything lubricated
>start pushing my tongue through her various folds, searching for the little man that steers the pink canoe
>button grips a hold of my hair suddenly
>found you, you little fucker
>I get into a boxing match with the elusive little shit, beating him back and forth with my tongue
>he’s one of the smaller captains I have come across, so he keeps slipping away
>button is already starting to quiver and the noises she is making are causing my cock to leak in my briefs
>I reach down with one hand and gently pull the top of her mound back to keep things nice and exposed
>I resume my fisty cuffs session with captain of the pink canoe
>button is starting to move around a bit and it’s getting hard to throw accurate tongue punches
>another thing I have learnt is that holding a girl down during this isn’t always the best thing to do, it works against them, well at least the ones I have done this on, maybe some like it I don’t know
>no the trick I found is to ride out her movements, keep your neck relaxed and move with her
>so here I am, between buttons legs, riding the stormy waves of pleasure rippling throughout her body
>me and the captain of the boat are battling for control, I follow him wherever he goes, throwing punch after punch, hanging on for dear life as the waves rock the boat all around me
>the final wave is in sight… I can see it approaching in the distance my /b/rothers
>she be a mighty wave, at least 30ft tall!
>if I don’t start defeating the captain and take control of the ship, the timer is going to go off and the ship will sink
>button is cheering me on with her, now quite audible, moans of encouragement
>I make one final push against the captain, flicking him back and forth rapidly, knocking the fucking shit out of him
>button grips onto my hair as if she was trying to tear it out… scared she actually might
>the wave hits and I nearly get thrown overboard
>button almost cunt butts me in the head, she lets out a broken cry… “fuuu…uuu…ccc…kkkkkkkkkkknnnnnngggggggg…”
>victory is mine, I pull my tongue away from her defeated clit and start to drag it up and down her glistening pussy
>just like a guys knob, most girls tend to get overly sensitive right after they come, so backing off at the right moment can be key
>but I keep up a bit of external stimulation, drinking up her nectar as if it were a gift from the fountain of youth, riding out the remnants of button’s orgasm
>I pull her shirt down back over her while she lays there recovering
>move back between her legs and crawl up over her
>her eyes are glazed over and half open as she just stares at me, panting
>move in and give her a few pecks on the check and then tender long kiss on the lips
>alarm goes off
dat-timing.iso
>”see how much fun kissing is?” I call at her as I head to the kitchen
>its corny… but I’m trying to enjoy my moment of victory as best I can before she shoots me back down
>it’s raining outside, didn’t even notice it start
>I pull the pizzas out of the oven and then head to the bathroom, figured she is probably gonna need a hand towel to mop up after that tongue hurricane that just passed through
>just as I’m about to slide open the bathroom door I hear footsteps behind me
>turn around to see button walking with a look of bloody fucking murder across her face
>she plants two hands on my chest and WWF style slams me into the bathroom door, nearly busting it off her hinges
>she’s small, but has some serious firepower to her, she showed me that when we first met
>she must have given her brothers a run for their money
>I imagine this is what it feels like to get mugged by a pack of large gym bros, only replace the gym bros with a one short horny white girl and she is after your baby juice not your money
>button gets up on her tip toes and starts to kiss me violently and I don’t use that word lightly
>after few seconds she stops, “take your pants off and sit on the chair!” she demands and points to my computer chair just over from us
>I consider asking why, but the smarter half of me decides now is not a time to question her motives, I also have a decent idea on what is about to go down and have no intentions of foiling her plans
>take pants off and sit on the edge of the chair
>I know that up until now it seems like button is kind of clueless with this stuff but that’s only half true, it’s not like she has never watched porn before, we have both been fairly regular 4chan browsers for quite some time
>where she falls short is putting things into practice, it’s easy to watch a .webm of a girl jacking a guy off… but actually doing it is another thing
>so I would be lying to say that when she got down on her knees and proceeded to put my spam javelin in her mouth it felt incredible… it was pretty darn good but there was a bit too much teeth for it to be incredible
>”loose the teeth…” I quickly point out, trying not to kill the vibe
>but lets face it… a toothy headjob doesn’t make anybody happy
>she spends the next minute or so working her way around things, figuring how to fit me into her mouth without getting her teeth in the way
>I help her out a bit by showing her how to use her hand to work the shaft up and down at the same time as she slides it in and out
>aside from that, I’m pretty darn impressed… might have some teeth marks but as her technique improves with each stroke I slowly forget about any discomfort
>she finds a decent pace and starts to refine things more and more
>It actually catches me off guard when I realise that this is actually taking me somewhere… I was not expecting that, not for a first time headjob
>guess I should give button credit where she deserves it, she’s definitely no idiot and she does have an eye for the finer details
>I notice pretty quickly that she is paying close attention to my reactions as she tries various things
>I guide her along by making some extra noise, or squeezing her hair gently when she does something that feels exceptionally good
>button keeps looking up at me… most beautiful thing in the world, watching my cock disappear into her mouth with those brown eyes looking up at me
>there must be a god, I feel truly blessed
>she manages to narrow things down to a combination of 3 things, long strokes using a combination of her mouth and hand in sync with each other, jacking me off while she rests her mouth, and jacking me off while keep her mouth around my knob
>before long she cycles between these three in order to avoid getting a mouth cramp
>I hold off on telling her I’m going to cum until I’m at least at 90% of the way to semen-armageddon and pretty darn positive it’s going to happen
>I make this next bit as clear as I possibly can for her, “button, if you keep this up, I’m probably going to cum any second now so you decide where it’s going to go…”
>button looks up at me but keeps working at my cock, she takes it out of her mouth to breathe and then quickly pulls her shirtdress off
>tits it is!
>she is now on her knees in between my thighs butt naked, her tits bouncing up and down as she works my cock in and out of her mouth, pulling on my shaft with one hand, the other hand playing gently with my balls
>95% untill cumapocalypse, I grit my teeth and grab buttons hair which encourages her to start working double time
>fucking Halo 4 music still playing
>I feel like its climaxing with me
>100%
>London bank vault closes for the second time today as I let out a “hnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhh…”
>button just keeps going
>ohgodtheapocalypseisinhermouth
>she doesn’t cough, doesn’t choke, just keeps on working my shaft with her hand and mouth
>I can feel myself going through the ropes, I have no idea about the volume but it feels pretty darn decent given this is the second time I have busted a nut today
>much more than button can handle because at least half of it is running out her mouth, down her chin and onto her tits
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>I finally relax and she takes me out of her mouth
>button immediately looks at me and visibly swallows before catching her breath
>she has cum running down her chin, as well as a few blobs on her tits and her hand
>”fuck that’s hard work” she exclaims
>”but sooooo worth it…” I respond
>button grabs the hand towel that I dropped next to the couch and starts wiping my salty yoghurt off herself
>”you don’t mind the taste?” I ask her, still shocked at how she handled my load like a fucking champ
>button just shrugs, “I wouldn’t spread it on my sandwich… but it’s pretty easy to deal with” she says while slipping her shirtdress back on and throwing the towel at my face
>”not cool…” I inform her
>she just smiles, hops up and walks towards me
>”no… not until you brush your teeth!!!”
>”you kissed me straight after, besides I was under the impression you loved the taste of semen…” button says seductively as she straddles me on the computer chair
>nothing seductive about this at all
>it occurs to me that she doesn’t have panties on and her bare pussy is now above my limp and leaking cock
>she moves in to kiss me… fuck it… she’s worth it I guess
>I move my hand down and run my fingers through her slit, not pushing them in or anything, just have a good feel
>her mouth doesn’t really taste like anything to be honest, maybe vaguely salty but it’s probably my imagination
>we just make out for a bit while I play with her, just enjoying the moment
>raining pretty fucking hard outside now
>doesn’t take long before I’m reasonably hard again… it’s not a rock solid erection or anything, more like a hungover soldier clumsily standing to attention
>have her straddle me like this with her dripping snatch right above me is making me want seconds
>I part my fingers and let my knob press up against buttons glory hole
>she reaches down and grabs my cock and moves her hips back and forth, rubbing it across her slit
>button smiles at me and bites her lip, “pizza time faggot” she says and then jumps off my lap
>I can’t really call it blue balling given the events that preceded it… but it was still a ‘cock tease’ in every sense of the word
>after putting only my briefs back on and pissing out the remaining cum left inside my AIDS blaster I walk back out to find button bending over looking inside the oven
>turns out she put the pizzas back in while she waited for me to warm them back up
>not that I gave a fuck at that point… so hungry
>I carry the pizzas to the coffee table while button sits down with her feet stretched out along the long part of the L of the couch
>”get the doona” she orders while pointing at my bed
>”you can’t make me” I jest back at her, knowing full well she can
>”if I can swallow your load, you can carry a doona from your bed to the couch”
>”you swallowed half my load” I decide to correct her
>”and if you ever want me to swallow it againag-” she begins
>”I was messing around… I’m getting it…”, right now I would do just about anything she asked of me, a girl swallowing your load has that effect
>I drag my doona off the bed and place it beside button who pulls some of it onto her lap
>walk around to the front of the couch to sit down, button lifts her legs up, hinting at me to sit under them
>legs together and up in the air, feet crossed, perfect little clam peering out from between her thighs
>even though I just busted, the sight makes me want to drop my pants and go balls deep into her right now
>”sit down!” button says with force, aware at what I’m looking at
>”oh come on you did it deliberately…” I say as I sit down and she puts her legs over me and starts moving the doona to cover both of us
>”you can’t put a work of art on display and then not expect people to admire it” I offer to her as a genuine compliment
>button smiles at this, “just pass me my pizza faggot”
>nothing really interesting happens over the next few hours, we just pick up where we left off with the campaign while polishing off our homemade pizzas
>I try to sneak my hand down and cop another feel of her vagoo a few times, at first she clamps my hand between her thighs before I can get close
>but she soon decided against that and obliges me by spreading her legs apart under the doona, letting me cop a feel anyway, though I’m careful to leave the inside of her untouched
>I want to let it recover, ready for whatever we decide to get up to tonight… if anything
>its rains hard all afternoon and we both just have a great time working our way through the campaign and passing the usual banter back and forth between us
>we are definitely starting to find our stride in this new set of circumstances, it still feels like we are best friends at this point and if anything the sexual stuff is just making our friendship even stronger
>it’s important to mention this now for contrast later on
Oh yes my good /b/rothers, long ways yet to go!
>we don’t leave that blanket of awesomeness until late in the afternoon, and even then it’s just to get drinks and have a pee break
>after getting up to a rather frustrating part of the campaign (it was some point after you exit that big mammoth vehicle thing) we agree to take a break and watch a movie
>button’s turn to pick because I got to last time
>I tried to argue that she fell asleep but it was futile so I gave up and put a load of washing on instead while she browses through my pirated collection of legitimately acquired movies
>as I’m putting her panties from earlier into the dryer I am suddenly overcome with a huge sense of satisfaction
>”were you serious this morning when you asked if you could stay here?” I call out to her
>”yeaaaahh… about that…” she responds
>my heart sinks out my ass
>“you need to let me know how much it will be, and do you have a spare key?” button continues
>I pick my heart up off the floor and stuff it back into my ass, I also get a bit scared at just how intensely that made me feel… I shouldn’t be putting all my eggs in the one basket like this already
>It’s so hard to keep my feet planted on the ground with all that is going on
>when I walk back out of the bathroom, button is over by my wardrobe pulling things from the top draw of my dresser and putting them into the bottom
>I walk over to investigate, judging by her open suitcase on my bed, it’s pretty easy to figure out what she is up to…
>”are you sure you don’t want to wait a couple of days before you do that?” I ask her a little unsure if this is a bit of a hasty move
>probably not the smartest thing I did today… button doesn’t appreciate being treated like an idiot
>she turns around to face me, visibly peeved, “4 years we have been best friends faggot, and you are worried that in the next 4 days that is suddenly going to change?” she lectures at me
>”no… I just… “ but button cuts me off
>”do I look like one of your ex sluts that you managed to sweet talk into your pants?” she asks me while looking me in the eyes
>fucking crazy how button always cuts straight to the point… she knows I’m thinking about how I’ve been burnt in the past
>I mentioned this in the start… I don’t do well with any sort of conflict… you know how you hear about those Spanish families where yelling is just how they communicate? My family was the opposite growing up, no yelling, no violence
>also slut 2 was the ‘crazy ex’ and she used to fucking go off her shit sometimes… only time I have ever raised my voice and hate her for drawing that out of me
>feeling uncomfortable, I try to lighten the mood “you look a lot better than any of them…” I say while looking over at her suitcase, it’s a piss poor attempt but she knows me well enough to know that I don’t like fighting or anything
>button changes her tone to one of more reassurance
>”I was the one picking up the pieces of you every time one of your stupid bitches dumped your sorry little ass” button begins “I know how much it hurt you each time…”
>this makes me look at her, It had slipped my mind that the girl standing in front of me here was the one thing that kept me sane through all those breakups, each time I broke down, it was her that did her best putting me back together again… well him at the time I suppose
>button was never the sort to talk it out… mostly just bad mouthed ex of the moment, made me point out all the things I hated, got me fired up and then dragged me into some WoW pvp or BF3 or something like that where she would just bark orders at me
>it worked surprisingly well because I would usually just go quiet at times like that, but she would always be watching me closely in game and if I didn’t follow an instruction she would snap at me, it kept me thinking about the game and not about the pain I was feeling
>button’s tone is much softer now, “you know I wouldn’t do that to you… anon” she says to me, with a sincere expression on her face
>”yeah… I know” I mumble at her… very aware of how fucking stupid I’m being about this… plus I’m recovering from the gentle ass ramming button has just handed me
>button gives me a pathetic look “you really are a bit of a pussy sometimes…”
>I shrug at her, “you love me for it”
>button moves towards me and wraps her arms around me, “as much as you can love a faggot”
>its unexpected given her hardass nature, but I don’t waste the opportunity and hold her back
>I realise that this is the first time we have actually just embraced each other without it being sexual in nature… it feels nice
>”why are you moving all my things to the bottom drawers though?” I break the silence before it gets awkward
>”because I don’t want you trying to stick it in my ass every time I bend down to grab a pair of socks” she says while pulling herself away from me and turning back to the drawers
>”well then, better make the most of this moment!” I chime
>I wrap both hands around her waist and then lift her up, “ungg… fuck you!!” she says while ramming her elbow back into my chest
>hurts like a fucking bitch but I don’t let her go
>put her up on the bed on her knees and grab her hair at the base of her head firmly before she has a chance to move away
>”you called me a pussy” I declare at her
>”I called you a faggot as well!” she responds mockingly
>you asked for it
>I pull on her hair which causes her to tilt her head back, arch her back and push her ass up against me, her shirtdress is still covering her ass up and I consider lifting it up to expose her glorious rear end
>”awww did I hurt your feelings? Poor baby…” she teases at me, unphased by what I’m doing
>I guess growing up in a house full of footy playing brothers makes you pretty goddamn robust…
>I lean forward over her, grab her firmly by the neck and plant her head down into the bed
>”eerrgghh” she growls at me
>I use one knee to slide her legs further apart… big mistake
>the moment I do this button reaches between her legs and grabs onto my goods far too firmly for comfort… she means business
>I instantly release her, “hooooooo-ooookkkk you win you win” I relent, aware that she is about 1 Pa of pressure away from making me infertile
>I consider trying to pull backwards, but by now she has adjusted her grip and has a firm hold on my balls… and I mean firm… if I pull away there is a good chance I’m going to leave them behind
>I’m only wearing briefs, which is working against me
>she lifts her leg over her arm, carefully exchanges her vice like hold with her other hand, turns to me and gets up on her knees so that we are at eye level with each other
>button moves in close, still holding me hostage, “4 brothers… and you figured I wouldn’t know the importance of a ballsack in a wrestling match…” she smiles at me knowing that she quite literally has me by the balls
>I swallow nervously… “that kinda hurts” I offer her in defeat, I’m not kidding either, the pain is borderline bearable
>”I bet” she responds with feigned concern as she moves in towards my neck
>takes me a moment to realise what she is up to, no good obviously
>she latches onto my upper neck and starts sucking
>”oh come on, I was just messing around!” I protest
>she doesn’t stop, but gives my balls a squeeze, reminding me who’s in charge
>not much I can do… I would actually enjoy her sucking on my neck like a modern dyson vacuum cleaner if it weren’t for my imprisoned testicles
>she takes her time, a good fucking 30 seconds before she moves away from my neck to inspect her neck graffiti
>within seconds she releases my balls and falls back on the bed laughing
>”fuck you” I snap at her and head straight to the bathroom mirror
>the colour of the welt is fucking glorious… she basically sucked the blood right through my skin… I almost consider ringing up the Guinness book of world records to see if they have an award for me
>”OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!” I yell back out at her while inspecting this monster of a hickey on my neck, way too high up to hide with a collar or anything
>”come back here faggot… I want to see it again!” button responds
>walk back out of the bathroom, button is sitting on the end of the bed in that cute way… you know with knees forward and then legs back, I can’t think of what to call it
>I give her a dry ‘fuck you’ sort of look but she just smiles and holds arms outstretched in front of her, giving me a ‘come here’ motion with her hands
>It takes every ounce of will not to forgive her right on the spot seeing her like that
>walk over to her defeated
>button gets back up on her knees and then takes my head in her hands, turning me and inspecting her handiwork
>”won’t try that again will you?” she teases, turning my head back to face her
>before I even have a chance to protest, she places both hands on my chest and then starts to kiss me deeply before grabbing my shirt and falling backwards, dragging me with her
>I quickly loop my arm behind her and break her fall, letting her hit the bed gently
>sounds cliché I know… but it isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this, most girls love cliché
>even button seems to have a bit of a soft spot somewhere deep inside her, actually I can think of several at this point
>button wraps her legs around me and pulls me onto her as i use my arm around her to drag her further up the bed
>as we kiss I grind my weapon of ass destruction into her crotch through my briefs
>after making out and dry humping each other rather intensely for a while we pull away to have a breather
>she turns my head to the side again and takes yet another look, ”no hard feelings, right faggot?” button says smiling up at me
>how could anybody be stay mad for more than an instance at such an incredible person… for that matter how the fuck could I possibly be so lucky to be the one holding her
>I’m not even slightly mad about the hickey, it’s like having a giant sign on the side of my neck that screams ‘button was here’, I will wear it with pride
>button reaches down and starts to stroke my cock through my briefs, “how bad do you want to fuck me? she asks while looking directly into my eyes
>pantry bursts open with the force of 20 cans of spaghetti exploding
>”how bad do you want me to fuck you?” I respond, just in case she is baiting me
>button just bites her lip and nods, “have you recharged yet though?”
>”not enough to enjoy it properly” I answer as honestly as I possibly can… it’s the truth, if I’m going to plunder buttons meat tunnel with my kidney scraper then I want to be in prime fucking condition to do so
>rock hard and roaring to go
>as opposed to half limp but with good intentions
>button just looks at me for second, “alright…” she says, no sign of disappointment in her tone, just calm and understanding, “but you can… ok?” she says with a smile before making a move to get out from under me
>I roll off her, I’m still processing what she just said… playing it over and over and over again in my head trying to make sure I heard her correctly, or that I’m not getting the wrong meaning
>button hops off the bed and gets back to unpacking her suitcase into my dresser and wardrobe
>button wants me to fuck her… hell she just asked me to… HOLY… FUCKING… SHIT!!!!!
>I smile like the glorious faggot that I am and chuckle as I lay there thinking exactly that
>”what?” button asks me curiously
>”did you really just give me a verbal permission slip to take your virginity whenever I see fit?” I exclaim, in genuine disbelief
>surely I am missing something here or I got the wrong idea
>button looks away and continues to unpack, obviously a little nervous at how direct I put it, “that ‘permission slip’ is probably worth more than this apartment if I put it on ebay… so don’t fucking blow it…”
>”I have no doubt! And yet you handed it to me” I chime proudly
>”yeah… I handed it to a faggot… not my finest moment I will admit” she says dryly as she opens my closet to inspect it for room (there is plenty don’t worry, I don’t have a huge collection of clothes)
>this is a rare moment of vulnerability for button, and I am trying to milk it for all its worth
>I get up and slap her on the ass, “I’ll be gentle with you, my delicate little princess” I whisper in her ear
>she turns around and grabs me by the balls again
>holy fuck she is quick!
>”I swear to god faggot, I will give you a matching one on the other side” she threatens me, squeezing a little too hard for comfort
>don’t care, nothing can ruin this moment, not even a case of testicular torsion, “is this before, or after I slide my cock deep inside of you…” I smile, half joking and half in pain
>button looks at me for a bit before rolling her eyes and smiling, she releases me and once again goes back to unpacking
>sweet victory!
>head back over to the couch, tv has auto shutoff from inactivity, “did you end up deciding on a movie?”
>”the first hobbit” she responds before turning to look at me, “we are still going to see number 2 tomorrow aren’t we?”
>”for sure, if you are still keen!” I respond enthusiastically
>”oh I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to get you out in public for the world” she says while smiling over at me
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>I completely forgot about the hickey… so focused on my newly acquired ‘get buttons virginity out of jail for free’ card
>get started on dinner while button continues unpacking, I have a couple of really nice scotch fillets but I decide to save them for tomorrow night after the movie, we already had homemade pizza today so I figure something simple would be best
>”what do you feel like for dinner?” aside from cock, I think to myself
>”nothing big…”
>…giggity
>fair enough, we did just spend most of the day eating an entire pizza each
>I look at the various things I bought the other day and the meals I had planned
>why did I pick so much fancy shit… why did I even think button would like fancy shit?
>wouldn’t be surprised if she was raised on t-bone steak, fish n’ chips, and beer considering her family’s situation
>I decide on a warm chicken and avocado salad… fucking love me some avocado and it would be quick and easy to make
>button finishes up unpacking her stuff and comes over to see what I’m doing
>”was there enough room” I ask her
>”only just… though the top three drawers are now mine”
>”what the fuck did you fill three whole drawers with?!”
>admittedly though, I only used about 4 of the 5 drawers, and none of them were more than half full even at that
>”middle drawer for long pants, trackies and jumpers, upper drawer for tops, singlets, skirts and shorts and the top drawer for bras, undies and socks” she says flatly, “it’s not like you needed them… all you had were a couple pairs of shorts and jeans, some socks and barely a week’s’ worth of briefs”
>”I wash often and freeball a lot.. thank you very much” I say, defending hygiene standards
>”you have been wearing briefs since I got here faggot” she says looking down at the pair of bonds I have on
>”I have been wearing briefs BECAUSE you got here…”
>button squeezes my bum a little, “well that’s silly of you isn’t it?” she mocks as she heads back over to the couch before flopping down, “what are you making?, it smells good”
>”warm chicken and avocado salad with cherry tomatoes” I beam proudly
>”you’re trying to impress me aren’t you faggot”
>”is it working?”
>”a little, tell me what you’re making again…” she continues
>what are you… deaf? Its three fucking ingredients plus lettuce, “warm chicken and avaca…”
>”no… say it slower” button cuts in with a tone of dramatic seduction
>turn to face her and she is kneeling on the couch looking over at me while biting her lip and pretending to play with herself
>or for real, I can’t tell
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>I put the knife down and start walking towards button, “warm… juicy… chicken”
>”mmmhmm…” button coos softly while running her hand through her hair
>”tender slices of soft avocado…”
>”nnnggghhhh…” button moans softly, bringing her hand up from between her legs, playing with one of her tits, still staring at me as I approach
>”and crisp… moist pan seared cherry tomatoes” I say as I reach her
>”uunngg fuucckk…anon you make me so wet” she whispers at me biting her lip
>I move to put my hand up between her legs but she grabs me by the wrist
>”keep your filthy unwashed hands off me faggot…” she says to me softly and seductively
>probably a good idea… raw chicken juice still all over them… thank god one of us is still thinking straight I guess, because my mind went blank at ‘you make me so wet’
>button moves down and pulls my chicken tenderizer out of my briefs, It’s no surprise that im hard after our little game, even it was just that
>“you really enjoy cooking for me huh?” button says as she wraps both her hands around my cock
>lolyouhavenoideasweetheart
>she guides me into her mouth and grips my shaft firmly, using the same technique she perfected earlier in the day, but this time slower and with more confidence
>”uuunnnnnnghhhh” I sigh in relief as I feel the inside of her warm mouth slide back and forth over my german helmet
>she stops suddenly and looks up at me, “chicken is going to burn”
>”fuck the chicken!”
>she puts my saliva covered cock back in my briefs and sits back, “don’t say that… I thought you were trying to impress me with your warm juicy meat?”
>I feel like Victor Frankenstein, what the fuck have I created?
>I should never have gone down on her… that’s probably what did it
>’fuck you’ I mouth at her before returning to the kitchen
>”I’m ready when you are faggot” she calls out after me
>frankenwhore… that’s what I’ve made… an abominably beautiful cock monster
>I finish up with the now very sexual chicken salad and bring a bowl over for button
>she is setting up the hobbit to play, sitting with her legs to one side under the doona
>I plonk myself down with a deliberate sigh, I have my feet running up along the long part of the L and my back resting against the wall of the lower part
>instead of playing the movie, button hops up and straddles me, resting her butt on my thighs just above my knees, ”thanks for dinner faggot” she manages to say with a mouthful of chicken and lettuce
>”what can I say, ladies love the taste of my meat” I offer her
>”mmmmmmm” she says as she stuffs a piece of avocado into her mouth… its nowhere near as sexy as she intends it to be, but it doesn’t make her any less attractive that’s for sure
>certainly the most bizarre dining experience I have had to date, with button sitting on my lap chowing down on my juicy meat for the second time in as much as minutes
>rain has eased up outside but I can hear thunder in the distance now, pretty typical summer thunderstorm for here on the east coast of Aus
>”where did you learn to cook?” button asks me suddenly
>”my dad taught me…” I start
>”which one?” button interrupts
>”huh?”
>”oh, sorry, I just assumed you came from a family of faggots… keep going”
>fuck you button…seriously
>I give her an unimpressed look, “my dad mostly stayed at home while my mum was the bread winner”
>”well that explains everything!” button mocks at me
>I decide that going any further is just going to result in more mockery so I tune out and just stare at her boobs, I can just make out her nipples through the thin fabric
>nice
>thinking back on things, it does explain a lot though, but not in the way button is thinking
>they say that people are often attracted to people that reflect their opposite sex parent, pretty sure it has a name if any psychology fags want to point it out, I remember reading it in a book I have called 30 second theories which briefly covers the worlds most profound and ground breaking theories throughout history
>my mother is a very strong individual, head of her department, wall full of academic achievements including multiple bachelors and masters, I think a doctorate even
>she always gets straight to the point with things, never hesitates to call somebody out…
>it occurs to me now that button is a very strong and no bullshit sort of person as well, she reads people and situations like they were books and hates beating around the bush
>fucking crazy huh… kinda creepy too… anyway, sorry about that tangent
>after finishing dinner we settled down to watch the hobbit, button chocks a pillow up against my waist and settles in for the 3 hour long film
>button is a huge Tolkien fan, I mentioned earlier that she will be doing a bachelor of ancient history, so movies like this are her sort of thing
>nothing really to report during the movie, I know it seems like we are always doing some sexual at this point, but I just went into more depth about those points because I remember them more clearly… plus they are the bits we all want to hear about
>unless you want me to start writing down pages of our trivial banter, I just keep to the interesting moments
>although I did spend a good portion of the movie having a good feel of buttons bigger buttons,
>so I will oblige you with a more detailed description of them now that I have become a little more acquainted with RB and LB
>she has medium sized nipples, as big as an Australian 50c coin maybe (maybe 1in across), pink/reddish in colour, I will try to find something similar to post along with this when the time comes to put this up on /b/
>cute little nubs on the end, they get nice and hard when I play with them, just the right size to play with between your fingers
>her tits are very firm, even without a bra on there is no crease at the bottom, they hold shape extremely well… fucking magnets or something I dunno how they work
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>each one is just small enough that I can get my whole hand around it, but I have reasonably big hands
>I dated a good few girls through high school (like I said, the whole surfing thing did wonders) and thinking back on it I don’t think any of them had large breasts, at least not at that stage
>fyi slut 1, 2 and 3 are the three major relationships I have had, I don’t include any of the dating during high school as serious even though there was a good bit of sex
>slut 1 had fucking DD’s when I knew her in highschool, I started dating her in final years of high school after she moved town and she had a breast reduction by then because of back pain so they were big scarred sagbags, she was my first long term relationship, 3 years and I really didn’t care much for them to be honest
>though I remember whenever she laid on her back they would disappear into her armpits…
>slut 2 had very perky b-cups that I don’t care to describe because crazy bitch and slut 3 was practically flat even though she was slightly chub so I THINK all of these things has made me a small boob man
>either way, RB and LB were perfect in every way for my tastes
>movie finishes, we are both pumped as fuck for Desolation of Smaug tomorrow at the Imax
>about 11pm by now and we decide to get into get into bed early so can get up at a reasonable hour to head into the city for the movie
>button washes up dishes while I put doona back on bed
>she comes back over to bed, looking pretty done in after today’s events, despite barely getting out of the house
>blowing a fucking storm by now, wind is causing rain to come down in erratic clumps if you can picture what I mean
>I’m feeling chuffed as fuck about the entire day, handjob and blowjob, plus i made button squirt and ate her out even if in a bit of a rush
>want to do more but I also want to save my load for possible sexytime tomorrow, also want to make sure buttons burgeoning cum receptacle has plenty of rest
>I decide to eat her out again, this time no time limit so I can be a tease and hopefully give her one hell of an orgasm
>just quickly, dated a girl in highschool that was a fucking dominatrix in the making, I got maybe 3 handjobs off her but she made me go down on her every time I came over for the 3 months we dated, guess I kinda liked her bossiness but she was a true bitch in the end
>I have to give a shout out to her though because she basically taught me the ins and outs of carpet munching, she never held back when it came to telling me exactly what to do, so kudos to you! you fucking pot smoking anorexic whore
>I am enjoying the little games we’re starting to play together, the wrestling, dirty dinner talk, even the hickey… its crazy fun, so I decide to turn this into a game as well
>button goes to pull back the covers
>”wait, I want to eat you out again… properly this time”
>she looks at me, clearly curious as to what I mean by ‘properly’, “if you want me to get you off, just say so, I told you I would do it faggot”
>she thinks I want something in return… “no, twice is enough for me, I’m saving whatever I have for tomorrow” I respond
>I’m expecting something witty, but she is obviously a little worn out, “what’s in it for you…” she asks cautiously
>she knows I’m up to something, I’m no good at ‘neutral face’ like she is
>I am pretty confident with my skills and judging by how much she enjoyed my rushed attempt earlier today, I figure I can place a fairly hefty wager and get away with it
>”fine, let’s make things interesting…” I begin, “if I can make you call out my name, you give me the permission slip to your ass as well… a genuine attempt at it”
>button grins… “I was wondering when you would start trying to accumulate ‘ass’ brownie points, but I didn’t expect this” she remarks, “if I don’t say your name, then what?”
>a couple of things go through my head but I’ll be honest I’m coming up with the details as I go
>stroke of brilliance, an offer button can’t refuse…
>”you can pick your own terms” I suggest
>button thinks about my offer
>I know she won’t turn me down, I know her to well
>first off, promises and verbal agreements mean a lot to her, I have come to appreciate that about her over the years, she will never forgive me over a broken promise or agreement
>secondly… there is no way she would turn down a challenge like this… no fucking way
>”three wishes” button declares suddenly
>oh you smart fucking girl…
>”seems a little steep, not to mention cliché for you” I question her
>button lifts up her shirtdress revealing her 11/10 gluteus maximus and sits on the bed resting both hands on the blankets either side of her
>she turns and looks over her shoulder at me, “I think it’s a fair price to go balls deep in my ass… what do you think faggot?
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>the sight of her ass reaffirms my confidence, “deal…”
>button gives me a wicked looking smile… she seems as confident as I am
>I haven’t flexed this particular skill muscle to this extent in a while… you gotta really dig a girl to want to
>I won’t lie though, I fucking rate going down on girls… such a satisfying experience to see them reduced to an empty shell using nothing but your mouth and maybe some fingerbang action
>also a sure way to receive headjobs
>but you gotta have a good reason to go the extra mile, be it love or brownie points
>I mentally bro fist my penis, “I won’t let you down buddy…” I think to myself
>”alright, just lay there comfortable for a second” i instruct her as I prepare myself for the ultimate showdown with captain clitoris maximus
>I take a scented candle out of my bottom bedside draw, light it and place it on the bedside closest to button who is now lying on the bed, knees up, watching me with curiosity
>”that’s your secret weapon faggot? a fucking candle?” she giggles at me
>I indulge her mockery, “wild berry and vanilla scented motha fucka”
>button’s face changes to an expression of feigned surprise, “oh no… how did you know?… nnnnggghh… I can’t control myself… *moan* ANON!!!” button puts on a dramatic performance as she wriggles around on the bed and pretends to touch herself
>I ignore her, I’m feeling confident and her taunts are only going to make victory sweeter
>or in this case, her that much more worthwhile
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>I walk over to my computer and pick out one of my favourite chillstep playlist on youtube and adjust the volume/bass to a decent level
>because of studio apartment and location in quiet shop front street, I never get complaints about noise even on a weeknight with the bass cranked
>part of the reason I am happy to pay a little extra for this place
>love me some womp womp while studying
>head back over to button who is lying expectantly on the bed, lit only slightly by the candle glowing next to her
>okletsdothis
>I take my shirt off, trying to make it look as twilight and sparkly as possible
>button bites her lip at me
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>I climb on the end of the bed and work my way over her, button gives me a cute but confident smile, it isn’t cocky or anything and seems surprisingly genuine considering the circumstances surrounding the moment
>I suppose she figures she will enjoy this regardless of the outcome
>I begin by running my hands up her thighs as I settle myself between her legs
>nice firm grip, trying my best to channel my confidence through touch
>button has one hand laying on the bed beside her while she bites the thumb of her other hand thoughtfully, studying what I’m doing
>I lean forward and kiss in a straight line up her waist, starting just above her belly
>wrap my hands around her waist, fingers across her back and thumbs across her front, trying to show her how big my hands are and that I can practically fit them around her
>it’s a psychological game now /b/, I need to try my best to ooze alpha, even if it’s just a façade
>make her feel comfortable and safe, but not in control…
>continue kissing up her lower rib cage, pulling her shirtdress up as I go
>I ignore RB and LB for now, I will come back to them, instead I kiss straight up the middle of her cleavage
>button is still playing with her thumb, but the hand that was next to her is now playing with the back of my hair as I work my way up to her
>I pull her shirtdress (god that’s a fucking dumb name… I wish I had called it something else) over her head and threw it away
>place my hand on her neck and then slide it around to the base of her head… again more of a confident grip as opposed to a forceful one, trying to take a bit of her weight
>button takes her thumb out of her mouth and places her hand on my chest as I start kissing my way up her neck, reach her face and take the moment the look
>she smiles back at me before mouthing ‘faaagot’
>I WILL PREVAIL!!!! FOR THE GLORY OF BUTTONS BUTTHOLE!
>move in and start to kiss her, she is still playing with the back of my head
>now start working my way back down across her mouth, kissing down her neck, back down to RB and LB where I stop and take a good few minutes to give both an even amount of attention
>keep working my way down, slower than before, planting each kiss closer together and with care
>my hands follow me down her body, grabbing at her
>button’s breathing finally becomes more audible as I approached her belly
>she arches her back a bit as my hands grip around her waist… finally she is starting to get into it
>slide further down the bed, starting to get close to the infamous captain
>she is running both hands through my hair, breathing getting faster and shorter
>within one kiss of greeting the captain I divert my path and start kissing around the edge of his puffy pink boat, which shall henceforth be known as the ‘prickly oyster’
>I work my way down the outer hull of the captain’s vessel, careful not to get too close to the main deck and alert him of my presence
>eventually I leave the edge and venture back into deep water, kissing up along the inside of her thighs
>she lets out a muffled but unmistakable sigh of frustration
>keep working down her thigh, past her knee and down her leg and then back in again, taking my time to kiss as much of her as possible and explore the shape of her legs
>I have found that the more you tease a girl, the less work you need to do on the ‘gundeck’ so to speak
>I skirt around the hull and begin to repeat the process to the opposite leg, “fuck you faggot” button lets out under her breath
>it’s starting to work… replace faggot with anon and I’m home free
>I work my way back and forth along her opposite leg before settling just above the captain’s quarters
>she lets out a cute noise as I drag my tongue over her clit and down along the deck of the prickly oyster
>looks like my prior work has done a good job in preparing things for the upcoming battle, the captain seems to have gotten distracted with my trickery and run aground on a reef because she has sprung the most leakiest of leaks
>I start to run my tongue around her love cave, poking into it every now and then, she tightens the grip on my hair each time I do so
>I push my tongue into her opening as far as I can, almost literally drinking up as much of her sweet seawater as possible
>button starts to get audible as she utters soft “hnnnggghhs” and “unnnnggggs”
>it’s a losing battle, the prickly oyster is sinking faster than a skydiving coma patient
>time to face the captain
>I move up the pussy deck, dragging seawater with every movement forward towards the captains quarters
>bash down the front door and hurl a handful of seawater at him poking and prodding him for some sort of reaction
>button quivers as I run my tongue back and forth over her clit and rewards me with more intense noises than before and some, button throws her hands back up the bed and grabs onto the headboard
>cap’n maximus’s moral has already been severely weakened and he doesn’t take my energetic onslaught of tongue bashing well
>button starts to lose control as her body shudders
>time to reveal my secret weapon, I bring my hand up and slide my finger into her leaking hole
>as I keep running circles around her clit and she starts to rock her hips against my finger
>I’m holding back her clitoral hood with my upper lip as I beat the captain of the prickly oyster senseless, he doesn’t even have time to realise I’m sinking the ship faster by slowly widening the leak on the lower deck
>my second finger slides in as easily as the first and I curl them up, rubbing buttons g-spot with a medium amount of pressure
>if I push too hard there is a chance she might squirt in my face (pee in my mouth)
>the storm is reaching its climax, both the one outside and the one front of me
>I’m trying to keep as steady as possible as wave after wave pounds against me
>button throws her hands back down onto my head gripping my hair firmly and almost grinding her snatch into my mouth
>her moaning is ‘extremely audible’ … she moans genuinely and honestly on the uptake and exhale of each breath
>none of that annoying fake “OH YES YES FUCK ME YES OH GOD YES” bullshit that you see in videos
>no this is more raw and primal in nature
>I work my fingers faster while redoubling my efforts against her clit, as she gets closer and closer whimpering “fuuccckkk…” over and over
>button is quite literally trembling now, as I run my hands up and over her waist and hips
>she is sitting just on the edge of climax and I slow down, paying close attention to her movements and breathing, keeping her teetering on the edge with my fingers alone
>”say it…” I demand at her
>”fuck you…” She half growls, half moans at me
>”say it and I promise you won’t regret it” I tell her, speeding up the in and out motion with my fingers momentarily to push her right back to the edge again
>”hhaaaaaahhhhnnannnggg” she whimpers out loud, almost crying in frustration “FUCK YOU!!!!” she yells at the ceiling
>it’s like sexual version of waterboarding…
>I move back to her clit and start sucking and playing with it, pushing her so close to the edge she is practically dangling by a couple of threads
>buttons breath suddenly catches in her though and she goes silent
>fuck… I pushed her to close and the thread snapped, she is starting to free-fall into an orgasmic bliss
>button arches her back, mouth wide open as every muscle in her body tightens as an intense surge of ecstasy starts surging through her body
>I kick back into gear and start working at her clit and her tight hole again, helping to push her as high as I possibly can
>button finally catches her breath “ohhhh godddd… ano…” she begins to moan before slapping her hands across her mouth
>OH COME ON!!!!
>the initial intense surge passes through her and her body sinks back down and she starts to move around involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her body as she cums uncontrollably
>she whimpers through her hands with each quick breath out in a newer and completely raw higher pitch sort of moan
>button is grinding her pelvis into my head, I have never been on one of those rodeo machines, but I think this would be close
>damn… I just lost
>she throws her hands back down and grabs a hold of my hair as she tries to shut her legs together, squeezing my head in a vice like grip
>”fuuuuckk… fuuuckkk!!” button continues while slowly ending my life between her thighs
>goodbye cruel world I think to myself as I feel the life drain out of me, I suppose this is one of the better ways to go, with my head buried in the crotch of a brunette goddess
>button relaxes her thighs a bit as she starts to wind down, and I try my best to keep giving her the good ol’ lickaroo to help prolong things for her sake
>the waves subside into small aftershock shivers after a good 20 seconds or so, somehow I managed to remain conscious
>I pull my head from between buttons legs and collapse onto the bed next to her, face down
>I’m actually feeling exhausted, my tongue is stiff from all the exercise, it’s been awhile since I went to that extent
>button is next to me, she looks like an electrocuted fish, she is squirming around and jolting every now and then as the last she experiences aftershocks
>won’t lie, jelly as fuck… chicks orgasms look pretty boss
>I could fall asleep right now as I watch and listen to button making cute noises as she floats back down from whatever cloud I sent her off to
>she turns and looks at me, mouth open and still panting, she smiles at me as best she can through her still ragged breathing
>it’s a smile of certain victory
>”fuck you” I throw at her through clenched teeth, I was so fucking close too…
>I close my eyes and wonder what button has in mind for her three wishes and, more importantly, how I can still have a chance at entering the ‘poop deck’ of the prickly oyster with my main mast
>I feel button move off the bed and assume she is heading off to mop up, she was leaking pretty badly after all
>sure enough I hear her click the bathroom light on
>I peel back the dooner and slide under the sheet
>fuck fuck fuck… SHE NEARLY SAID IT!!!!, I consider arguing that half my name still counts but I know she would never agree
>I hear the bathroom light click off and then the music stop just after that as buttons closes youtube and turns off the monitor
>all I can hear now is the rain and thunder raging on outside… I’m mad… but I’m pretty relaxed
>button’s footsteps grow louder as she approaches the bed, I hear her blow out the candle and then feel the bed move as she climbs up onto it
>I’m too tired to even face her inevitable taunting so I just let myself sink into the mattress preparing to ignore whatever she throws at me
>I wasn’t expecting the next part though
>I figure she is going to start jumping up and down on me calling me a faggot when I feel her climb up on top of me and straddle my butt
>instead she places her hands on my shoulders and then slowly drags her fingernails down my back
>It feels so good my whole body goosebumps instantly, I don’t even bother saying anything to her, the feeling is nearly on par with sex… but in a completely different way
>she continues tickling my back for at least a minute before leaning forward and whispering in my ear, “you lose… anon” she emphasizes my name as if moaning it softly in ecstasy
>it’s a short, sweet, perfect killing blow and she nails the execution of it as expected
>even though she softened the blow with a back tickle, it still makes me feel like I’m 12 years old and a fucking idiot
>I have no retorts, no comebacks; nothing… I lost fair and square and we both know it
>as she continues to tickle my back I start to get closer and closer to falling asleep
>one question is bugging me though, just one…
>”were you fucking with me, or did you genuinely nearly call out my name…” I manage to utter at her as I drift off to la la land
>”shhhhhhh… go to sleep faggot” button responds
>I don’t remember anything after that, back tickles were too good and I fell asleep shortly after I’m guessing
The Story Of Button 
>flawless ini… completely symmetrical, perfectly shaved, bang/bang (10/10) would bang.
It’s correct in the editing doc, but not here. Love the story, and wanted to re-read it. 🙂
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Cheers for that
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