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>morning sex…
>why couldn’t I have just woken up to some good old lazy morning sex
>instead, here I am… lying on the cold floor next to my bed… butt naked… with button peering down at me halfway through a yawn
>you see… at some point during the night or early morning, button decided to get out of bed and re-insert her long dark brown fluffy tail butt plug
>why did she do this?
>who fucking knows… It’s not like I’m able to ask…
>the specifics of button’s second wish last night clearly dictated that I couldn’t touch, ask or even hint towards any of the junk in her trunk
>regardless, that tail is the very reason I am now on the floor, nursing the bump on my head which seems to be growing quicker in size than a diabetic that just got their order from a Krispy Kreme drive-thru
>I was only half awake when it happened, but I figured the bump was caused by an intimate and very one-sided confrontation that I probably had with the edge of my bedside table whilst making the journey down here to the cold floor
>it’s all still a little… fuzzy
>the first thing I remember when I woke up was smelling mangos
>which turned out to be button’s hair up my nose as I lay there spooning her with my head nestled into her neck
>which was actually a VERY pleasant way to start the morning… until she fidgeted and I felt something fuzzy brush against my leg
>in my half awoken stupor I immediately concluded that it was most likely a huntsman
>a very common household spider here in Australia and whilst not particularly poisonous to humans, the idea that this palm-sized arachnid was just inches away from my protein powered pulsating pussy piston caused me to 100% nope the absolute fuck out of that bed
>button, now finished with her yawn, studies me on the ground while trying her best to contain a growing smile with her hand
>”nnnnnggggg ffuuckk…” I wince under my breath and through gritted teeth before looking up at her
>“… yeah yeah go on just say it” I spit out, fully expecting my first ‘you’re a faggot’ remark for the day
>the combination of having my morning mango scented spooning disrupted, hitting my head, the cold wood on my butt cheeks and button’s amused look; has left me feeling rather grumpy to what was otherwise most likely going to be a great morning
>button continues to look at me for a bit, clearly enjoying the sorry sight before her
>”… come here, faggot” she says tenderly while rolling her eyes with a smile
>she shuffles back over to the middle of the bed, her knees up and legs parted under the sheets
>I climb back in under the sheet, lured by her sudden empathy as I move over the top of button and wedge my knees under her thighs so that her legs are resting up off the bed slightly
>she reaches up and runs her hand through my hair, feeling the testicle sized lump on my head as I try to get a glimpse of the ‘huntsman’ that I can feel once more tickling my calves
>when the fuck did she put that back in… and more importantly… why?!… that’s what I WANT to ask…
>is it comfortable? Does it feel good? Now that I think about it; it’s probably just to taunt me…
>”is there something on your mind anon?” button muses at me, fully aware that I can’t ask the question
>looks like she is on the offensive after all
>which is having the intended effect, because all I want to do is… well lots of things really
>”yes… something is on my mind” I respond with a dull tone, but making sure to stay vague
>button’s eyes wander up to the corner of her face as she pretends to think on my response, “I like my eggs sunny side up, and my bacon soft” she says cheerfully as she turns her gaze back towards me
>”I’m getting sick of your shit…”
>she bites her lip, “I love it when you talk dirty”
>you know those moments… the ones when you see or hear something that shouldn’t turn you on… but you start to get a boner anyway? This is one of those moments
>looks like button is in her usual ‘I need some morning D’ mood
>”fuck you…” I throw at her while turning my gaze elsewhere
>”well hurry up and do it then! I’m getting hungry”
>there must be a clown under the sheets somewhere, forcibly pumping helium up my ass and slowly inflating my pink balloon… because it certainly isn’t listening to me anymore
>well… I’m trying to tell myself that’s the case… but in reality I want nothing more than to ravage every inch of her annoyingly tempting taunt morning body
>I just don’t want to give her what she wants… I don’t want to give in to her temptations…
>I want to try and hold on to what little bit of control I have left as opposed to letting her have the satisfaction of being able to steer me in whatever direction she wills using nothing more than a few words and a subtle glance
>surely I’m stronger than that…
>after fighting the growing urge (both mental and now quite visibly physical) to be inside of her, I finally build up enough willpower to start climbing off the top of button, figured I will just go and have a lukewarm shower
>the moment I begin to move, button pouts at me with a cute little sad face
>it’s so cute in fact, that I unconsciously stop mid retreat as I look back at her
>she parts her legs even wider, revealing her penis waterslide to me, with it’s soft furry landing mat at the bottom
>without even thinking about it, I move my hand down to and run my fingers up between the soft folds of her lower lips…
>yep, waterpark is open to visitors today
>button bites her lip at me again with a smile as I begin to play with her warm apple pie
>my mind is starting to give into the more primal urges that are beginning to course through me
>I open my mouth to say something, I’m not sure what it was going to be… because I managed to stop myself before I lose control all together
>she watches me with an impressed look as I manage to pull myself away from her yet again and sit on the edge of the bed
>”oooh watch out…” button begins to taunt at me, “faggot has his big boy pants on today!”
>I can’t help but smile… it’s not an amused smile though…
>it’s that kind of frustrated smile that you get when somebody is pushing you very close to your breaking point… that ‘I am probably going to murder this person any second now’ sort of smile
>I put my hands on top of my head as I flex my shoulders back, trying to just stretch out the overwhelming conflicting sexual frustration building up inside me
>christ I want her so bad…
>but if the only weapon I have left is depriving her of the D… then god fucking darn it I’m going to do my best to hold out as long as possible, in hopes that she at least suffers a little for it
>button crawls up the bed and gets on her knees behind me, running her hands over my shoulders and down my chest as she presses her glorious mounds of puddi into my back
>she leans in towards my ear and rests her head on my shoulder, “…please”
>blue-waffles… shovel dog… 1 MAN 1 JAR!!!!
>as I stand up, button dramatically falls back onto the bed, propping herself up with her elbows, legs apart…
>”would you prefer me like this?” she says to me
>I stop dead in my tracks… there is a growing realisation building within me…
>button begins to shift positions, getting onto her knees and poking her ass out at me, her tail flopping down to cover up all the interesting bits
>I have never won a fight against button in my life before…
>she rests her head down onto the sheet in between her hands, looking sideways at me as I stand just off the corner of the bed… unable to move a muscle as I stare at her bare ass, now raised up in the air
>why would I think this time was going to be any different?
>”or like this?” she says submissively
>well it sounds submissive… but let’s face it, the last thing I am right now is in any sort of fucking control
>I’m struggling to walk 10ft from my bed to my bathroom to take a morning piss
>there is something very alluring about the entire situation… the way button is in control, but pretending to be submissive
>button wiggles her ass at me
>”I’m sorry button, but I respect your wish…” I offer her in an exaggeratedly chivalrous tone
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> although if she keeps things up at this rate, then I’m in serious danger of destroying that wish along with the inside of her rectal cavity
>but as much as I might enjoy that, it wouldn’t likely benefit me very well in the grander scheme of things
>so for now, figured I might as well go down slapping and scratching like the faggot she calls me, I think to myself as I soldier onwards towards the bathroom
>my dowsing rod swinging from side to side as it points out in front of me, as if searching for a source of water
>I steal one last glance at button before I walk into the bathroom, she still has her butt up in the air on the bed, gazing at me longingly before falling slowly onto her side, curled up
>it’s a bittersweet victory… but It’s not like I won’t get some action later anyway, at least I can take it on my own terms instead of giving in to hers
>”anon it’s like 6am, come back to bed” she calls out to me
>”you can’t make me!” I call back dramatically and defiantly, determined to hold my ground
>button’s reply comes a little quieter and with a more sincere tone, “I’m not trying to make you… I’m just asking you to…”
>the soft new tone in her voice quickly deflates my eagerness to go against the grain of the situation, she seems to have given up on whatever little game we were playing
>it is still stupidly early in the morning… I COULD happily go another few hours of sleep in…
>as I exit the bathroom, button is lying on her tummy lengthways down the bed, bum in the air and a smile on her face
>it’s a victory smile… and the fact that she was wearing it before I even exited the bathroom nearly makes me want to do a 360 and walk the other way
>she sees me hesitate and decides to sweeten the deal, ensuring victory…
>”you can play with it, one off permission… until we get out of bed” she offers, like a car salesman desperate to close a deal
>this is definitely still a fucking game
>oh fuck it… might as well take what scraps button throws at me…
>I feel dirty, like a hooker sucking off a crusty old man for chump change
>but the more I think about it, the more I realise that this is basically how it’s been for the last 4 years anyway
>button leading, me following
>whether it was questing in a new expansion, capturing objectives in an FPS, or even just exploring a new world in Minecraft…
>she always had a sense of direction and I always got the feeling that if I just simply followed her… then there was no doubt we would have an incredible adventure of some sort
>which is a totally homo comment considering I thought button was a dude
>It was a very liberating feeling compared to real life where I would often find myself a leader of sorts, always the first person to speak, the first to take lead of a group situation… I always stood my ground and argued my opinion firmly
>but then I would come home and just relax, let button deal with all the decisions
>I figured the only reason I’m having a hard time dealing with it now is because of the gender swap, it never bothered me when she was a he, it was nice not having to think for once
>’He’ was Sherlock, and I was ‘Watson’… Neither of us would make a good story by ourselves, but together we had an incredible time
>but now that I realise I’m being led around on a leash by a girl a full head shorter than me, well I don’t know… something inside of me just wants to try and take control, even though it’s probably some sort of silly genetic predisposition
>although this situation is slightly different… after all, Sherlock never let Watson finger his asshole while he blew him 69 on the couch
>I call rule 34 on that too, picture will be inserted below if it’s found/created
>when I reach button she hops up onto her knees to meet me at the edge of the bed
>her mesmerizing boobies hovering in mid air, defying Newton’s laws
>”how come I never get to be in control…” I mumble at her as she puts her arms around my neck
>”you are in control” button says reassuringly as she looks down at my lips, then back up again
>”we both know that’s not true…”
>button shrugs at me, “you get to be in control where it counts”
>I assume she is referring to most of the sexual stuff, she seems to enjoy letting me take control of those situations
>”so why did you pu-…” I begin to ask before being cut off
>”ah uh, I said play not ask questions”
>she moves back up the bed, allowing me to get on top of her
>button opens her mouth in a silent gasp as she feels my fingers slide into her, no pre-preparation necessary
>I curl my fingers up and immediately start working her towards her first orgasm, trying to keep a neutral look on my face
>it’s my attempt at showing button how easily and nonchalantly I can get her off, I want to feel manly and confident at something at least…
>she just smiles at me with her mouth open, her expression switching back and forth between an affectionate smile and an uncontrollable ‘oh god that feels so good’ expression
>button reaches down and tries to guide my custard cannon into her, clearly wanting a little more than a good old finger bang
>I refuse to budge, just holding myself still as she frustratedly tries to pull me towards her
>she’s doing her best to be cute… though I know button better than to take it as anything more than a dramatic performance…
>although at this point, she does seem to be getting genuinely frustrated as she tries to raise her hips up to get me inside
>she eventually gives up and collapses back onto the bed giving me a childish pout
>I shouldn’t enjoy watching button become genuinely frustrated, but I take the small victories where I can
>before long I give in and lower myself down and into her
>button’s eyes glaze over as she opens her mouth, enjoying the sensation of being stretched open by my throbbing love python
>I’m struggling to keep a straight face as I push myself inside slowly… and not because of how tight she still is…
>but because my balls are dragging along the tail between her legs
>It feels like 1000 kittens are playing gently with my jingle bells…
>so good in fact that I immediately give up on the little ‘who has control’ thing and just start to enjoy some good old fashion missionary
>with each stroke in, not only are my spunk bunkers being bathed in fuzzy happiness, but I can feel the hard plug in her ass against my cave piston as I go spelunking into button’s depths
>this is the most fun I’ve had in missionary since ‘nam
>10 minutes or so go by, and every time button cums I can feel her cave start to collapse around me, the butt plug seems to do wonders for her… maybe that’s why she put it in?
>I need a change of pace before I end up having a misfire
>after flipping button onto her knees and pushing back into her, button notices that I’m trying to pace myself, “just cum faggot, stop worrying about me…”
>not going to wait for her to tell me twice
>I grab a hold of button’s tail and pull on it gently, not enough to take it out
>at the same time I grab a hold of the hair at the base of button’s head and push her firmly down into the pillow all while increasing the pace and force at which I’m thrusting into her
>”nnnnggghhhh that’s more lik-…” she begins to growl from the pillow, but she never has a chance to finish as I push her head down further
>it’s satisfying… I don’t think it could be like it is, but it do
>at this point I relax and just focus on using her sausage delivery orifice for exactly what it’s intended to be used for
>busting my nut in
>button obviously enjoys the rough change of pace, because she cums at least twice before I hit the edge
>since she is enjoying the roughness, I decide to finish things off with bang by pulling button up off the bed by her hair, forcing her up and onto her knees, head pulled back
>she responds with a long cute “hhuuunngghhh” which turns into a “mmmmmppphhhh” as I run my hand up her throat and slide two of my fingers into her mouth
>I figure it’s worth a try, even if I expect them to be bitten off…
>but instead she just lets me do as I please, clearly enjoying NOT being in control
>It’s interesting… she seems to love taking charge when it comes to the friendship, but for most of the sexual stuff she loves to take the ‘backseat’
>I tug gently on button’s tail and she lets out a muffled moan as I continue to pump away at her, her head pulled back into my chest and fingers in her mouth
>doesn’t take me long before I tense up and let myself go inside her, she lets out an exasperated sigh of relief as she feels me grip onto her and pump my love juice deep into her cave of wonders
>this is followed by immediately collapsing back down onto the bed, still in a spooning position, and me still inside of her
>not sure why I even bothered trying to resist in the first place… that was A grade sex… even for morning
>I begin to kiss button’s neck tenderly after we have both caught our breath
>eventually she pulls herself away from me, “I’ll be back in a second faggot” she says as she heads off to the bathroom, probably to stop the flow of semen leaking out of her before we have to wash the sheets AGAIN
>after wiping down my junk with a hand towel next to the bed (was a hand towel… now a crusty cum towel) I immediately get comfortable and get ready to go back to sleep for a few hours… this was actually a pretty damn good start to the day really…
>I can hear the toilet flush after a few minutes, followed by button crawling back under the sheets
>she shimmies over to me, and snuggles into me facing my chest
>we fidget around for a bit getting comfortable, until we eventually fall asleep intertwined
>as romantic as it sounds… there is more of a ‘this feels good, let’s just hold each other’ feeling to the situation
>which is in no way bad, I’m just trying to reiterate the fact that at this point we are just going with the flow, whatever happens, and whatever feels comfortable
>I must have slept like a log, because by the time I woke up for the second time this morning, button is no longer in my arms, or in bed for that matter
>plus it’s now pissing down rain and I am decidedly cold with just a sheet on
>my pork sausage is now more or less a cocktail frankfurt…
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>I can smell a mix of coffee and bacon… mmm baconcoffeee
>thats probably a thing in ‘murica too…
>seems like button decided to wake up and make breakfast, hopefully for both of us…
>that would more than make up for the shitty wake up I had earlier
>I roll over onto my back and stretch out with a yawn
>wait… why is button cooking for me? Does she feel bad about something?
>I remember her telling me in the past that she often cooked hot breakfasts for her family on Saturday mornings
>It was a family thing that her dad used to always do, but she eventually decided to take over the role as her dad got older and more tired with the farm work
>button and her family are very tight, lots of really nice stories to be had there… but it’s rare for her to go out of her way to be nice for me
>fucking button and her shitty tough love
>I close my eyes and lay there for a bit, though the smell of breakfast and coffee has me pretty keen to get out of bed
>the bed moves as button crawls onto it, never heard her approach with the rain
>she straddles on top of me and facing the opposite direction while I’m still under the sheet, deliberately flopping the still very present tail into my face
>”what do you want to do today?” she says over her shoulder at me, “oh and don’t forget my brothers will be here late tomorrow afternoon”
>I keep my eyes closed and try to think about what she just said, doing my best to ignore the fluffy tail she is now deliberately brushing back and forth over my face with one of her hands
>”are they staying for dinner or anything?” I ask her, trying to turn my head to the side to avoid getting fur up my nose
>”nope, but they will probably be here for an hour or so, at least long enough for you and Josh to go and have a beer while I wait here with Cam
>oh boy… nearly forgot about that…
Note: names are completely fictional, just made them up on the spot. Just to recap Cam is the youngest brother; the one going on his first ‘exercise’ and Josh is next brother up in age, also in the ADF and coming to see him off
>I open my eyes to look at button, she is wearing a cute little dress/nightie… honest to god I have no idea what it is
>but its nice nice…
>familybros are awesome but now with all the recent happenings, I can’t help feeling incredibly nervous about meeting them
>like I mentioned, button’s family is tight as fuck and at this point button is like the family jewel
>I’m not sure they would take it very well if they found out I was in the final stages of a campaign to conquer every single one of button’s orifices with my steaming organic genetic flavoured man mayo
>Josh and Cam wouldn’t hesitate to castrate me if they ever found out
>button hops off of me and goes back over to check on breakfast
>”what did I do to deserve breakfast?” I call out to her over the rain
>”who said I cooked any for you?” button retorts, “oh and by the way… one of your exes called while you were snoring”
>… this isn’t good… I’m guessing it was slut 3, the last girl I was with as we only broke up a few months before christmas
>slut 2 is pushing out a baby soon and slut 1 is already married with kids so it’s a logical conclusion
>”what did she say?” I ask with a concerned tone as I get out of bed and put some comfortable clothes on
>”who the fuck are you?” button says imitating my ex’s tone while cracking eggs into the pan
>oh boy… I had a feeling it was going to be something like this… this is not good… not good at all…
>”were you at least a little nice?” I ask as I approach her from behind
>the nightie/dress has me stumped, it doesn’y quite cover her ass so it can’t be a skirt… unless perhaps you’re suppose to wear it along with pants
>which button doesn’t have on, so instead the bottom of her ass is showing along with her brown tail
>she turns around and gives me a truly wicked looking smile, “why would you assume I wouldn’t be nice?”
>I hope slut 3 doesn’t end up anhero…
>”well go on… might as well fill me in…” I say to button as I move and rest my hands on her hips, pushing her bum back into the bench behind her
>she puts her hands on my chest as she looks up at me, that same wicked smile
>”I just told her I was one of your ‘annoying’ nerdy little friends” she begins, looking back down at my chest and tracing her finger over the pattern on my shirt, “so she asked me ‘why the fuck’ was I at your house” she emphasises the key words that stood out to her
>oh boy… slut 3 never even stood a chance
>”and…” I urge button to continue…
>she tilts her head to the side as her finger follows a large arc across my pec, “well I corrected her of course… and told her it was in fact OUR house”
>I feel like this is probably the most tame thing that came out of button’s mouth during the conversation
>”she asked me ‘when the fuck’ did that happen…” she trails off
>”what did you tell her?”
>button looks up at me with an impassive look, “somewhere between you making me squirt and me swallowing your second load of the morning” she says casually
>I let out a sigh
>”then she called me all sorts of nasty things and demanded I put you on the phone…” button smiles… “I told her I couldn’t… you know, because you were ‘resting’ and I didn’t want to wake you up”
>’resting’, button certainly has a knack for choice words
>”let me guess… she asked you what I was ‘resting’ from?” I continue on button’s behalf, guessing where this conversation had likely headed
>button nods, looking back down at my chest again
>she reminds me of a little girl in trouble, and slowly being pushed to admit her crime by her father…
>It’s button’s way of having fun of course…
>”and… what did you tell her I was…’resting’… from?”
>she looks back up at me and bites her lip, “busting your load balls deep into my cunt?” she poses it as a sort of question
>”… you said that to her…” not that I actually doubt her
>”word for word” button responds without hesitating, “she called me a slut… I told her that you only just popped my cherry a couple of days ago so that didn’t really make sense… and then she hung up” button finishes with a satisfied smile
>”oh well… at least I will never hear from her again” I think out loud
>”no… she’ll probably text you in a week or so” button says with confidence as she turns back around to deal with the toast that just popped
>”how do you know that?”
>she wiggles her ass and tail at me, “because not being able to have something just makes you want it more”
>well it was good while it lasted, button teasing somebody other than me
>although now I know what put her in such a good mood she decided to make breakfast
>button brings a plate of bacon, eggs, hot spaghetti and toast over to me, along with a coffee
>well at least there is a love heart around the penis today… not sure if it’s to signify her love for me, or her love for my penis
>I don’t mind either way really… at least she went to the effort right?
>we sit and eat breakfast, been some time since I actually enjoyed a nice hot breakfast
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>way too rainy outside to do anything
>implying we wouldn’t have gone outside even if it was sunny
>although because button doesn’t have her desktop here, we can’t really play any games other than
console stuff
>inb4 laptop, we aren’t fucking plebs
>the butt plug in button’s ass is also extremely distracting… words cannot describe how difficult it is not to ask her questions and play with it
>I try and distract myself by jumping onto my PC to see if there are any new movies I can ‘pay for and legitimately download’ while button heads into the bathroom
>Instead of the shower being turned on, I hear the bath taps run
>ohreally?
>button exits the bathroom and starts to wash up the dishes
>this is some serious wife material shit going on right here
>somehow I can’t imagine button in a wedding gown though…
>most likely IF she ever agreed to something like that, one of the conditions would be I wear the dress… and she wears the suit
>would make sense I guess?
>”feel like a bath huh?” I call out casually while browsing the latest videos on my subscriber feed
>I love watching some sourcefed, I’m not a big boobie man but… Trisha Hershberger…
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>“how…. How did… how did you know?” button begins to stutter at me dramatically
>It was more of a rhetorical question button, you twit…
>I turn to face her, she has a feigned look of absolute shock on her face
>“ wait” she begins as she starts to walk towards me, “can you read my mind??!!!” she gasps before putting her hand over her mouth
>I swing my chair around to face button so that she can straddle my lap
>”I’m sorry… I should have told you sooner” I play along with her charade and try to sound as sincere as possible while looking awkwardly down at the ground
>button takes my head in her hands and brings my gaze to meet hers, “… what am I thinking right now?!” she asks with excitement
>I study the expression on her face…
>goddamnit… this isn’t fun anymore, I drop the act and give her a bland look, “… that I’m a faggot..”
>button gasps, “you really can read minds!!!” she exclaims as I roll my eyes at her
>suddenly her expression changes, it’s softer, more gentle and her eyes seem to be looking more… into me, rather than through me
>”now what am I thinking”
>I study her new expression and conclude sex… but just as I’m about to say it, I change my mind
>she isn’t biting her lip and she doesn’t have that cheeky smile she usually does when being suggestive
>no this look is different… I’ve seen this look before but not on her… I can’t tell if button means it or if she is baiting me to say something stupid
>it’s so difficult to tell with her
>”you…” I begin with hesitation
>not sure if trap…
>button leans in closer to my face, turning her head slightly to the side as she steals a glance down at my lips and then back up, “I…”
>fuck it… will probably regret it but so what, I regret half the things I say to button on a daily basis… fucking master of trolling she is
>she runs the tip of her tongue over her lips, making them moist in preparation for the incoming kiss
>”you love me?” I ask the question just as our lips meet, we kiss slowly and softly for a bit before she pulls away and hops back off me with a smile
>”well? Is that what you were thinking or not?” I ask her, legitimately curious
>button shrugs, “you’re the mind reader” she says indifferently
>the wish… the morning butt plug… now this…
>frustration levels are reaching category: rape
>once button is done with the washing up, she heads back into the bathroom
>”I need your help with something anon”
>good enough excuse for me to get into the bath with her, though its most likely going to be something teasing
>as I get into the bathroom, button is standing with her hands on the counter, shirt off and ass poking out, tail still lodged firmly in her ass
>”can you help me take this out?”
>”you can do it yourself” I reply to her, keen to do it but knowing it’s only going to make me more frustrated
>”you’re the expert on assholes… faggot”
>the urge to replace that piece of silicone with my pork alternative is starting to do my fucking head in… and her taunting is making it just that much worse
>I’m already primed and ready for takeoff as I grip a hold of the base of the plug, sitting my third leg on her butt cheek to make sure she is aware of its existence
>button reaches back and gently pulls my shaft up and down as I start to slowly pull on the plug
>”finger me while you do it…” she says suddenly
>this is sounding promising…
>I run two fingers around the outside of her baby vending machine before pushing them into her, curling them down and getting straight to work slowly massaging her g spot
>she tightens her grip on my cock and arches her back out more, giving me better access
>her asshole pulls out like the rim of a lunar crater before she finally relaxes enough for it to give way and let the thick base of the plug slide out
>as it does she lets out an “ahhhnnnngghhh….” In a mix of effort and enjoyment
>the plug is glistening with the strawberry lube still as I rest it on the sink
>button grabs the tip of my meatball sub and rests it against her asshole, which hasn’t quite closed all the way up
>oh thank god, thank Allah and Hari, thank the Dalai Lama and Shang Di… thank fuck!!!!
>I begin to push gently as I try to enter into button
>”UH!!! What are you trying to do??!!” she exclaims with a smile before turning around to look at me, dick still in her hand
>takes every ounce of strength not to pin her down and commit anal murder
>the frustration and rage must have been plastered all over my face because button looks at me with a goading smile
>I can’t even keep looking at her… I’m gonna lose my shit any second now so I just stare at myself in the mirror behind her
>she puts her arms up around my neck and leans into me, looking up at my face
>”thinking about just forcing yourself on me?” she says teasingly, “pinning me down and just pushing your cock into my tight… virgin… teen ass” she gets up on her tiptoes and kisses my neck
>I continue to stand there, hands by my sides, I’m better than this I think to myself
>she knows I wouldn’t break her promise… her stupid fucking ‘wish’…. Fuck that was a stupid idea…
>”you probably could you know, you are pretty strong… and look how little I am?” button continues to coax me while running her hands down and over my biceps “do you think you could?”
>”of course I could” I reply bluntly
>the great wall of china couldn’t stop me from committing an ass-apocalypse on button’s tight rectum right now… nothing except for her goddamn permissions I suppose
>”really… would you bet on that?”
>there’s always something… always a fucking reason behind everything…
>I look down at button, clearly she has something in mind and I have a good feeling everything was leading to this
>she turns around and pulls her ass cheeks apart
>I’m so raging hard right now that I’m barely thinking straight…
>I grip on her waist before spitting on my knob and then pushing my Jimmy Rustler into her tight wet hole (the lower one)
>if I don’t bust this nut of anger, my genitals may very well self combust
>she winces briefly but I ignore it and grip a hold of her hair, pulling her head back but pushing her back forward forcing her to arch
>”nnnnngghhaaahh” she lets out as I start to slam into her
>no fucks given at this point
>buttons whole body relaxes as she lets me have my way with her, pushing or manipulating her any way I please… it’s jizz inducingly hot
>”well… gggrrnnnnhh would you… ahh … bet on it?”
>I went on autopilot about 27 thrusts ago
>she still has her hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to let me go as deep as I want
>as my hands pull at her hair and grip her waist, I can’t help but realise how intoxicating it is when she gets so submissive like this…
>”you drop the wish, and I get to fuck your ass” I demand at her
>”uunngghh… de-nnngghh-eeal”
>I slow down to let her get her terms out
>”no don’t slow down… you’re gonna make me cum!!” she pants at me
>there’s only just enough blood left in my head to have one last sane flicker of common sense
>I push her head down on the counter, “what happens if I lose”
>”you won’t lose, how cl-unnnggh… how close are you?” she manages to get out between moans
>”… why?”
>”because I really want you to cum in my mouth…”
>and… There goes the last bit of blood…
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>after hammering her pinned down on the counter for a few more minutes I start getting close to the edge
>can’t even remember how many times I’ve felt buttons tight clam tense around my snorkel as she has orgasm after orgasm
>the angle is causing me to slam right into her g–spot on every thrust
>she feels me slowly start to lose control, each thrust becoming more and more uncontrolled as I near the edge
>”in my mouth faggot!!” she says just as I lose control all together
>I pull out of her and she spins around and down onto her knees, taking my cock straight into her mouth
>it’s almost instant… I start to bust and button opens her mouth wide and looks up at me with those fucking gorgeous brown eyes as I spray fertilizer on her tongue garden
>it’s an impressive amount… for me, considering I came just not long ago
>she pushes it back out of her mouth and lets it roll down over her tits like hot candle wax
>I can’t help but let out a long relaxed sigh, I feel like a huge load has been lifted off me… and onto button’s chest
>she leans back against the counter before swallowing whatever is in her mouth and then rubbing the rest onto her boobs with an oddly satisfied smile
>the moment the blood starts rushing back up to my head I know what the smile is about
>button bites her lip at me with a grin as I avert my gaze and move to get into the bath
>have you ever fapped to something really really nasty? Or had sex with a hamplanet? Or maybe an ex while with a new girl?
>you know that feeling of regret you have the moment you blow your load and the sexual curtains of lust come crashing down to reveal your mistake in earnest?
>that’s the feel I have… the moment I finished I realised that the only reason button was being so submissive and took it down her mouth was to keep me from thinking about what I was doing
>oh well… had sex…
>I slide over the edge of the bath and into the warm water while button cleans the cum off her and washes the butt plug carefully
>the tub is fairly deep and I sink down, completely submerging myself under the surface
>it’s very peaceful… I can’t hear the rain, the wind… not even button’s inevitable taunting
>I consider just staying under the water until I run out of air and drown
>would button even try to save me? yeah she would… she wouldn’t miss the opportunity to set her stake in this new bet
>what does it even mean to beat her? can I just sock her in the face and knock her out or something… I’m guessing it’s going to be more of a wrestle
>I’m not a complete faggot, probably a good 35k heavier than her, a head taller, and much MUCH stronger… regardless of what it is… I should be ok
>I feel button slide into the bath and nestle herself between my legs, facing the same direction
>the first thing I hear as I lift my head out of the water is “gay people are always so dramatic…”
>”after fucking you senseless and dropping my load in your mouth, I beg to differ” I throw at her as she leans her head back onto my chest, closing her eyes
>I gather up her hair floating all around me and put it into one neat wet lump
>”having sex with me doesn’t make you suddenly not a faggot… faggot”
>this must be her warm up insult before the main event
>”so when you say force myself on you… you mean like a wrestle?”
>”sure, though you CAN try to force yourself on me if you want… but a wrestle sounds good, first to tap out” button replies casually
>tap out… I think I have seen american wrestling before… but its not exactly a popular sport over here
> I wait for her to lay down the terms that I so willingly agreed upon before even knowing what they were…
>”sooo…” I say to button… waiting for her to tell me her terms
>”sooo?” she says tauntingly, she knows what I’m getting at
>”well come on… spit it out” I eventually throw at her, losing my patience
>button rolls over and puts her head back down again, facing to the side, “trust me… you don’t want me spitting on you right after that”
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>I don’t respond… waiting for her to answer me properly, as usual
>she gets up onto her knees, straddling my crotch and places her palms out on my chest before running them up and over my shoulders
>her hands move in closer to my neck and she begins to massage me, “if you end up tapping out first, then…”
>there’s no doubt in my mind… she’s trying to soften the blow to something horrible here
> “…when josh takes you out for a beer…” button begins, drawing out each word and clearly enjoying herself
>whatever it is, it can’t be good because button can hardly keep her composure
ITS FUCKING TANGENT TIME!!!
ProgrammerBro told me a story one night, decided to greentext it for him
>be ProgrammerBro (guy that does the blog and anything related for me)
>dating 9.7/10 grill
>her dad is real life robocop, big tough and zero corrupt
>sleeps while hugging the rules and regulations book sort of guy
>go over to her house for first time
>knock on door, nervous as fuck… can already smell spaghetti
>grillfriend answers door and lets me in
>as we walk past kitchen, she turns and introduces me to her dad
>dad and 4 uniformed police officers standing around making pina coladas or something
>dadcopbro is cutting up limes…
>they all stop what they are doing and look at me
>pockets start to fill with heinz
>”hi…” dadcopbro finally says, while slicing another lime
>figure limes are either for drinks… or part of some sort of interrogation/torture process that he has planned for me
>smile awkwardly and mumble “nicetomeatballyou”
>go upstairs to grillfriend’s room
>have to leave door open or else serious danger of SWAT team busting it down
>just mess around and watch a movie and talk for awhile, some kissing here and there but nothing serious because dadcopbro…
>grillfriend keeps making passing comments, rubbing my crotch…
>not sure how to feel about this… if dadcopbro walked in it would be certain death
>grillfriend notices through window that dadcopbro and officers are now in backyard starting up BBQ
>jumps up and closes door most of the way, then gets up on bed and beckons me over
>she wants the D
>I want to give her the D… but also REALLY don’t want to give her the D
>situation is tense as fuck
>”just relax, keep an eye on them and let me know if they come back inside”
>grillfriend is already undoing pants
>commonsense turns into commonspaghetti
>loloksuresoundslikeaplan!
>watching dadcopbro and officers just cooking sausages while his innocent as fuck daughter is swallowing my sausage
>so many mixed feels… but the thrill is making it fucking intense
>keep checking out the window, making sure i see 5 people
>dadcopbro flipping dem sausages like a pro, daughter flipping my sausage like a pro
>just about to cum
>dadcopbro looks up at window… right into my eyes
>try to keep my facial expression as natural as possible but its to late, I start firing a 10 ft jizz harpoon right down grillfriend’s throat
>mfw throwing a bucket of semen down dadcopbro’s virgin daughter’s esophagus while looking him right in the eye from second story window
>grillfriend isn’t expecting it, starts choking on my genetic syrup
>dadcopbro starts walking back into house, must have noticed ‘something salty was going down’ with his detective skills
>grillfriend is still choking on a load of sodium enriched man sauce stuck halfway down her throat as I quickly try to find towel or something
>hear dadcopbro come inside
>realise grillfriend has coughed my semen back up all over my jeans
>dadcopbro is coming up the stairs
>grab an old shirt on ground and quickly wipe spaghetti sauce off my jeans before passing it to grillfriend who has finally recovered and is now fully aware of the gravity of the situation
>both jump onto bed, I lay on stomach, grillfriend lays in opposite direction on back so heads are apart
>dadcopbro opens door… “I TOLD YOU NOT TO CLOSE THE DOOR VIRGINDAUGHTERBRO!”
>”it wasn’t closed fully, we just didn’t want our movie to disturb you”
>dadcopbro looks at TV, we watching Mulan… innocent as fuck
> “the sausages are done, come and get some lunch… you too, anon…”
>”we will shortly, I’m not really in the mood for sausages at the moment, but thanks dad!”
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>”they’re the ones you like from the butcher’s in town, you know, the pork ones”
>spaghetti is starting to leak out of my nose again
>grillfriend goes and gets us a plate with some food while I stay upstairs because jizz jeans
>dadcopbro thinks I am just too scared to come and face him
>time comes to leave
>have to walk past dadcopbro in loungeroom
>grillfriend tries to distract him while I walk past with shirt pulled down all the way
>dadcopbro turns to look at me
>I fill my briefs with spaghetti
>grillfriends aunty bel air walks in and suddenly gets dad cop bro’s attention
>I sneak out
>turns out auntybro noticed my jeans and decided to help us out
>says she was young once to
>fucking auntyobro is best bro… helps me avoid being castrated even though her niece sucked me off in her bedroom…
>all of my love auntybro
Back to the story
>she continues to massage my shoulders as I put my head back and close my eyes… bracing myself for whatever horrible offer she has in mind
>”I want you to tell him that you took my virginity” button finishes
>any minute now, a magical brown submarine is about to float up to the surface as I empty my bowels into the bathtub
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>”no way… he would kill me… or at the very least beat me to within an inch of my life” I protest
> button raises an eyebrow at me as she watches me squirm uncomfortably beneath her
>”besides we…” I begin, but she cuts me off
>”we made a deal…” button says flatly as she looks at me, blank expression
>”you… the only reason you…” I start in frustration… but there’s no point in finishing the sentence
>I look away from her, wiping spaghetti sauce from my forehead, trying to think of some way out of this
>”what happened to your confidence? I’ve beaten him at wrestling before, so if you are so sure you can pin ME down, then he should be a breeze” she taunts at me
>it’s a slim chance she would win… I am genuinely confident in being able to overpower her or whatever you call it in a wrestle… tapping out
>but the fact remains that I have STILL never won a fight with button… ever…
>and if I lose this one then Josh will quite literally give me gender correction surgery using nothing but his fist
>something tells me button used to fucking love the game mousetrap when she was little…
>”fine…” I spit at her, no attempt to hide my anger
>she pouts at me, “don’t be grumpy! You agreed to it”
>”I was balls deep inside you while you begged for my load in your mouth… I would’ve agreed to anything”
>button turns back over and sits between my legs again, head back on my chest, “I’ll keep that in mind” she says smugly
>we lay there for some 20 minutes or so, playing with the water and washing it over each other
>It’s relaxing and somewhat intimate… although I’m still peeved, just more calm now that I’ve had a chance to remind myself that it’s unlikely button could win
>”why… why would you want me to tell him” I ask her as the obvious question finally floats into my head
>”I thought you could read my mind?”
>”clearly I was wrong” I retort dryly at button
>she moves to get out of the bath, “I dunno… you were spot on earlier” she says with a smile, but avoiding my gaze as she goes to fetch a towel
> that was certainly the most indirect way that anybody has ever told me they loved me especially for somebody who hates tip toeing around bullshit…
>it certainly makes me feel happy… but probably not as much as it should, I’m far too overly cautious at the moment
>last thing I want to do is inadvertently also agree to tell her brother I had two fingers knuckle deep in her chocolate starfish, or that she parades around my house with 6 inches of silicon up her ass, a tail between her legs and not really much else on
>regardless of the situation, I still enjoy my life
>”so go on, use your head… why would I want you to tell him”
>”I don’t fucking know? Because I’m special to you…” I shrug at her, as I sarcastically say the first thing that pops into my head
>”see you can read minds!” now finished with her drying and hanging the towel up
>”wait… really?” I’m more confused than anything else, I don’t understand if this is some sort of joke or if she is just stringing me along
>she gives my hair an affectionate rustle as she walks past me
>”really!” button calls out, the last thing I see is her damp hair flowing down her back, stopping a hand’s length short of her absolutely fucking 10/10 toned ass
>no way am I losing this one
>I must win… for the sake of button’s asshole!!!
>just as I’m getting out of the tub, button walks back into the bathroom, now dressed in shirtdress and knickers
>she bites her lip at me as she walks past, looking down at my limp frankfurt before starting up the hair dryer
>”that thing you did with my shoulders before… that was nice, thanks” I offer to her
>”one of the advantages of growing up on a farm I suppose, lots of hard loabour and lots of knots” button says casually
>”especially dad, he used to get back pains pretty bad… I’m worried how much longer he will be able to do the work for”
>she does a great job of keeping her face neutral but I can tell by the subtle changes in her tone that this is a subject that hits home
>also, I know that her brothers have all left home
>two of them have their own families and the other two are serving in the ADF
>button was the last to leave home, being the youngest… It must have been hard for her to leave her mom and dad on the farm alone
>button turns to me, finished with her hair, “I can give you a proper one if you like?” she says with a smile
>I shrug at her while drying myself, “sure?”
>it’s raining outside, so it’s not like there is much else to do other than play some console or watch movies
>”do you have any baby oil?” she asks me as she starts plundering the bathroom drawers and vanity cupboard
>”even better, massage oil in my bottom bedside draw”
>button raises her eyebrow at me
>”what can I say… I’m good with my hands, maybe even better then you for once”
>she shrugs, “probably… mine were limited to shoulders and back only” button starts “not the full body happy ending that you offered when working the corner”
>now that I think about it… it has been awhile since she said something witty, so I suppose that was overdue
>”besides… I would be careful what you bet on faggot, your track record isn’t so great” she jests with a condescending look
>I’m fairly certain I could at least out massage her given that she has probably only given her father the odd back rub, and I’ve done the whole massage to sexytimes thing (with grills… that is… with grills)
>but she has a good point… probably best to lay off the bets for now
>”come on…” button says as she walks out of the bathroom
>I put some briefs on before climbing onto the bed… feel a bit weird without them
>plus I don’t trust button not to try something awkward
>I’m actually looking forward to this… It’s not often a grill has ever offered to give me a massage…
>”you don’t HAVE to do this you know?” it’s pretty obvious bait comment but comes free with my faggoty charm
>I have always been more of a giver than a taker, I feel awkward taking things
>as button straddles onto my ass with the scented massage oil I can’t help but wonder what sort of faggot calling retort she would’ve had to that last thought
>maybe something along the lines of ‘taking so many cocks in my ass at once that people mistake me for a peacock’… yeah that sounds like button
>”just shut up and enjoy it faggot” button says as she begins to spread oil over my back
>”well it’s raining too hard to go outside, so this is a nice alternative… thanks” I say the last bit with as much sincerity as possible, genuinely happy that I’m about to get a massage for what I’m fairly positive is the first time in my life
>”just because its raining, doesn’t mean you can’t go outside and enjoy it, nothing wrong with getting a bit wet…” button says bluntly, completely ignoring my gratitude from earlier
>”why bother, you seem to get wet enough indoors with me” I muse
>she ignores me again, ”when I was living at home, we were lucky to see this much rain in an entire year” she takes a softer tone, “when it did rain, I used to lay out on the lawn for hours until one of my brothers would find me and carry me back inside”
>oh christ… I feel like such a prick all of a sudden… did she go all deep just to make me feel bad after my comment? or is this serious deep, I can’t even…
>button is working her hands along my back, pushing her palms in and running them up either side of my spine, “I didn’t want to go back inside, because I never knew when I might see the rain again… sometimes we didn’t for over a year”
>”I never really thought about it like that… It rained all the time in horsecock (hometown)” I offer to her apologetically
>”and I bet you stayed inside the whole time… I didn’t expect you to understand” her hands move over my shoulders, it feels fucking incredible, although she doesn’t quite have the hand strength to do it as hard as I would like
>the two sensations are entirely misleading… the movements with her hand are gentle but deliberate, while her tone of voice sounds tells me she is annoyed at my ignorance towards the subject of rain
>you would need a degree in cryptography to actualy figure out whats really going on
>”so then tell me what you enjoyed about it…” I ask her, wanting her to go back to that gentle and honest tone she had before
>”I already did, because it rarely happened… it’s the exact opposite reason to why you don’t care for it” she says bluntly
>damn… I killed the mood
>”I never said I didn’t care for it… I enjoy the rain, but I enjoy it for a different reason…”
>button doesn’t say anything, just keeps massaging my back with care, I take it as an opening to continue explaining
>”I grew up on the coast my whole life, I practically learned to swim before I learned to walk, so I’ve always loved water… being in it… I feel more comfortable in the water than out… even to this day, I feel safer and more at home in the sea then I do on land” my turn to tell her a story i suppose, “so of course I’ve never even given rain a second though… until I saw it rain on the ocean one day… it wasn’t until then that I really appreciated the rain”
>”…what do you mean?” button asks with curiosity
>”I used to go surfing every afternoon after school finished…but I’d never surfed in the rain before because I had to walk down to the beach from my house… I mean I know I was going to get wet anyway… I just never bothered to do it, always figured it was dangerous considering it was usually windy and chance of thunder…”
>button continues to knead and work my upper back… it’s as if god himself is massaging me with his mighty meat wand of creation
>but much less gay
>”one day after school, I was dying for a surf even though it was overcast, and shortly after paddling out the back it started to rain… but there was no wind… and it was still pretty light… it was the most surreal moment of my life”
>button’s hand movements begin to slow down as she listens, getting caught up in what I’m saying
>It must be a completely alien experience to her really
>”as I sat out the back the rain slowly got heavier… and as it did… the surface of the water started to change dramatically” I begin describing to button as I lay there relaxing, enjoying her soft hands working their way over my back
>”the very ocean that I had grown up in was suddenly unrecognisable, it looked and felt completely different, the whole surface seemed to be smoothed over… all the sharp little peaks and crests got hammered down into a big smooth sheet from the rain”
>I try to explain what the experience was like to her but I don’t even know where to begin, few people will be able to relate to what I’m talking about… especially button who rarely even visited the beach let alone swam in the ocean during a rainstorm
>”it was as if the ocean was suddenly made out of something other than water… something thicker, like molten metal perhaps…”
>button doesnt say anything as I try to describe the even and the way it made me feel
>she remains patient even though I probably ran in circles a few times trying to find the right words to to match memory I had in my head…
>”I never wanted that rain to stop, eventually I just hopped off my surfboard and floated on my back for hours, just staring at the ocean…”
>button’s hands get slower and slower as she becomes more absorbed in what I’m saying
>”I made an effort to always try and surf in the rain after that… but it was never the same… something about that particular day, that particular type of rain, that particular type of swell… I could never find it again no matter how much i tried to look for it”
>she stays silent for awhile, her hand movements come to a stop
>”… I wish I could have been there…” she suddenly says in almost a whisper before continuing with the massage
>her response completely takes me off guard
>I quickly try to search for something to say…
>”well then let’s go for a swim in the ocean when it’s raining one day?” I finally say to her
>”I’ve never swam in the ocean before…” button mumbles
>”WHAT?????!!!!!”
>button immediatly gets defensive ”oh shuttup faggot, I bet you have never driven a tractor, or birthed a calf, or put 50 km of fenc-…”
>I cut her off ”ok ok I get it… It’s just weird to me because of where I grew up… but I like the rain, just in a different way to you I guess…”
>she continues to massage my back as the rain beats down on the roof
>it was a very tranquil experience…
>her hands are getting tired, I can tell by the way she is moving them, she also seems distracted by what I said
>I roll over underneath her and then sit up so that our faces are level
>button greets me with the most incredible smile I have ever seen, not just from here, but anybody
>no words to describe it…
>she studies my face with her soft deep brown eyes before moving in to kiss me
>I have absolutely no idea what is going on, its a awhole new experience… soft and sensual button…
>she pushes her weight into me, trying to get me back down onto the bed but I keep myself propped up on my elbows
>this is different to anything before… its more similar to the first time we kissed
>it doesn’t feel like its moving towards anything sexual, button just seems to be enjoying the intimacy
>won’t lie… definitely has a romantic feel to this one, whether it’s intentional or just happens to feel like that
>button bites my lower lip, “owe!”
>”well stop thinking and just kiss me then faggot” she snaps softly
>I finally I let myself slowly sink back down into the bed and we just make out gently for a minute or so…
>finally button pulls away from my mouth and studies my face some more
>I’ll be honest… I’ve got no idea what’s going on… I know what it feels like? but as for what’s going through her head?
>well I’m as clueless as fat kid in a gym…
>her expression is still unreadable
>”tell me more about the ocean” she asks with an honest tone
>the question is a little out of the blue, “what… exactly do you want to know?”
>button slides off to the side of me and curls her legs over mine, “you said you felt at home in the ocean and that it made you feel safe… that’s not how I felt when I saw it for the first time” she says, while looking at me intently
>”the ocean scared you…” I smile as I lay on my back, looking up at the roof… its not a cocky smile, I just finally realise why she is so interested all of a sudden
>I turn my head to see her response, fully expecting to receive the faggot comment of my life
>button just looks at me and then gives a little nod, admitting to the fear
>”I understand… a lot of people seem to feel that way if they haven’t grown up with the ocean…”
>”but you feel safe…” she says, still looking at me with curiosity
>its slightly unnerving but I figure she is just trying to see if I’m lying or not
>”yeah… once you understand how the ocean works… you realise there is nothing to be scared about, its like learning a new language i guess… its daunting at first, but once you learn the ins and outs it just comes naturally”
>”you stop thinking about what your doing… kinda like driving? I guess that is a better example. You have to concentrate hard at first, but after awhile you don’t even realise what gear you’re in anymore” (manual cars are still very popular in Australia)
>I look up at the roof as I talk, trying to put my thoughts into words
>but its hard, I’ve never had a conversation like this with anybody before, I’ve never had to try and articulate such a complex feeling
>”you begin to understand how the water moves once you spend enough time in it, I learned to just relax and move with the push and pull of the waves, eventually I was able to feel exactly how deep I needed to go to get under each one just by looking at it…”
>I can still see button looking at me out of the corner of my eye, she looks relaxed
>”I feel safe under the water, even with my eyes closed, I can feel the ebb and flow of the wave that just passed along with the one thats coming… I can tell exactly when the right moment is to come up and take a breath, or if I should just stay under and let another wave pass…”
>I suddenly become aware of how stupid I must sound and start to hesitate
>button notices, “keep talking…”
>”I dont know what else to say… I can’t describe it… I just feel like at some point I came to understand it and after that there was nothing to be afraid of, I just relax in the water and work with it instead of against it”
>we kept talking like this for hours… far too long for me to recall it all, and most of it would bore you
>I just kept explaining how I felt about the ocean, button would ask curious questions… eventually she tried to explain to me what scared her about it… which was basically everything that I loved about it
>It was the deepest conversation button and I had ever had, and for once she didn’t seem to want to try and ruin it
>as the conversation begins to die down, my mind starts to wander to other things
>I’m also getting decisively turned on as button curls herself over me
>as I’m running my hands down the curves of her waist, I quickly decide that I am going to need something much more physical to satisfy this urge
>I move on top of her, in between her legs
>she hasn’t got the tail in, and is wearing a pair of blue knickers… for a change
>button raises an eyebrow at me with an ‘oreally?’ expression as I begin to rub at her through the fabric
>as I begin moving the fabric to the side she shakes her head, “nope… nothing until you hold up your end of the bargain”
>”what bargain?” I look at her confused
>”you owe me a wrestle…” button says with a sharp smile
>”can’t you just cash in on the massage I owe you instead? I’ll include the happy ending for free…”
>no response, just a blank look
>”let’s watch a movie… your pick” I say as I move off her, trying to change the subject in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable
>button reaches out and grabs a hold of my briefs, threatening to tear them right off if I move any further
>”I wasn’t done yet faggot” she says with a mischievous tone
>this is not good…
>button guides me back between her legs, whips out my semi-limp garden hose and starts tugging at it
>”you just said nothing un-…”
>button cuts in, “Oh… if you think I plan on letting you get anywhere…” she trails off with a sly smile
>so she just intends to tease me… fuck that
>I move to pull away from her but button is too fast, she wraps her legs around me and grabs my coinpurse with her other hand with a threateningly tight grip
>”haaaaahhhhhoookkk…” I throw at her in defeat, moving over her properly until she releases the pressure… but not the grip
>she bites her lip at me with a wicked big smile while she continues to tug at me as if she was milking a cow
>I look at her with narrowed eyes as I push my hand down between her legs and slide two fingers into her, not so gently, curling them straight up and attacking her g spot
>her smile changes to a face of uncontrolled pleasure and she releases her vice like grip on my fruitbasket
>we continue like this for a few minutes, working at each other… I don’t let her cum, and she doesn’t quicken the pace… it’s like a Mexican standoff
>sort of…
>eventually I start to lower myself down, keeping my eyes locked on hers as she watches me
>the battle occuring inside her head right now is written as clear as day on her face… she wants this as bad as i do… but she also wants to deprive me of it until I get the wrestle over
>I slide her knickers to one side as my beef rocket sits on the outside of her…
>she bites her lip at me as we stare at each other
>I push the tip in… just the tip
>her mouth opens as it stretches begins to stretch her wide… “I know what movie i want to watch…..” she says, wriggling out from underneath me
>probably for the best
>”I’m going to make dinner, any preferences?” I call out to button as I head to the kitchen, properly clothed as well
>It’s a little early for dinner, but we last ate about 6 hours ago and missed lunch so I figure it will be ok
>”surprise me” she calls back as she drags pillows and a blanket to the couch
>”what movie did you feel like watching?”
>I decide on spaghetti and meatballs… for dinner
>button ends up deciding on The Lion King… of all the movies
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>Turns out button loves Disney movies, her mom and dad bought most of the collection when buttons mom first got pregnant
>apparently her father was looking forward to having a daughter that he could sit down and watch them all with
>but he never even got to watch half of them because… well… you know… four boys in a row
>and they just wanted to watch TMNT, Transformers and GI Joe…
>when they finally (FINALLY) had button, her dad took great delight in finally sitting down and watching all the old disney classics with button
>she hated most of the old classic princess ones like beauty and the beast, snow white… but still, that’s where she developed the taste for Disney movies
>the only princess ones she likes are the ones with a strong female lead, no surprise there
>possibly the only feminine trait her parents managed to instill into her
>as I’m trying to seperate the spaghetti while it cooks, button comes over to suss out what I decided to make
>she ducks down under my arm and then squeezes herself in between my chest and the stovetop
>its cute as fuck…
>button takes the fork out of my hand and starts to imitate what i was doing… before grinding her ass into me
>”we should do it before dinner you know…” button says gleefully
>”I plan to leave it as late as possible… unless you meant sex…”
>”no… not sex and don’t blame me if you end up vomiting spaghetti all over the floor”
>I can’t tell if it’s actual confidence, or if she is just playing mind games with me, “I would be more concerned about preparing to keep up your end of the bargain incase you lose” I taunt back at her… trying my best to sound just as confident even if that’s not how I really feel
>button turns around to face me, running her hands over my chest and shoulders, “of course… what chance do I stand agaisnt all these big muscles…” she says in a cute but sarcastic voice as she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes
>I do my best to ignore her taunting and continue with the spaghetti stirring, while the meatballs and sauce bubble away in a deep cast iron saucepan towards the back of the stove
>button gets up on tip toes while simultaneously grabbing a hold of my magic wand
>”you aren’t going to hurt me when we wrestle are you?” she says with a frowny face as she pecks me on the neck
>it’s all an act…
>I try to just focus on cooking my spaghetti
>how did she get so damn good at this… where did this even come from? I blame you /b/…
>she starts to slide down onto her knees, between me and the oven door, pulling my briefs down as she goes
>no boner… not now!!! you traitor…. this is the second time today you have betrayed me
>too late… I feel her warm mouth move over my knob as I continue stirring the spaghetti
>she starts slowly running her tongue down my shaft before taking me inside her warm wet cum receptacle
>this gives a whole new meaning to the idea of making spaghetti
>I can’t even help myself, I know its going to go no where but I still put my hand down on her head and dig my fingers through her hair
>the spaghetti is starting to stick together in the pot
>I begin to thrust gently in and out of her mouth
>drop the fork in the pot of boiling spaghetti by accident
>she puts her hands on my waist as I begin to mouth fuck her
>brain isnt even working, try to pick up fork with hand… boiling water burns my fingers
>button rests her head against the oven door and lets me do as I please
>grab wooden spoon that I was using to stir the meatballs and sauce with in an attempt to fish the fork out
>button starts making cute (fake) moaning noises as I feed her an entree of cock-frankfurt
>mind is starting to go blank, I can’t get the spaghetti out of the fork with the meatball im holding
>button reaches up and starts fondling with my own meatballs
>spaghetti is ready to be drained, need to turn it off
>still thrusting my wooden spoon into button’s fork
>brain is racing, instead of turning off spaghetti, I turn the gas on the woodenballs up to full
>tomato sauce starts bubbling everywhere
>still have one hand on button’s saucepan as I stir my noodle in her sauce
>how is that 3rd gas burner even turned on? there isn’t even a spaghetti on it?
>push my sauce to hard into buttons spoon, she chokes
>”*cough* anon… be careful, my mouth is only so big” she says with cute smile
>the sauce is nearly ready… my sauce is nearly ready
>meatball notices my sauce is nearly ready and pulls my spoon from her gas burner
>I come crashing back down to earth as I stare at the mess in front of me
>the fork is buried in the pot of spaghetti somewhere, there is tomato sauce in the pot from the wooden spoon I grabbed from the meatball saucepan, the meatballs are bubbling uncontrollably instead of simmering, back wall is covered in tomato sauce splatters, and the third burner is now a light full ball trying to cook and invisible nothing and my finger is red from being dipped in boiling water
>was all worth it to mouth fuck her for 2 minutes…
>totally worth it
>after serving the blowghetti and meatballs, we settle down to watch the Lion King
>I can’t even remember the last time I watched this… I faintly remember seeing it in the cinemas as a kid
>I must have been in primary school at that age
>instant feels… suddenly realise this movie was a great idea
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>once we finish with dinner, I lay down along the couch and button moves in for a spoon
>still raining pretty hard
>unfortunately thats the least of my worries…
>the sexual tension between button and I is now at a critical point… even for her…
>every moment, every hint of something romantic or boy on girl action, I pop a fat, and button wiggles onto it
>Mom and dad lions get snuggly
>boner
>Simba and Nala play as kids
>boner
>Timon and Pumbaa sing the Hakuna matata
>boner
>eventually it gets to the ‘can you feel the love tonight’ scene between the re-united Simba and Nala
>megaboner
>button seems to reach boiling point as well, because this time she pulls her knickers down and guides my tootsie roll between her thighs
>at first I’m wondering if she is really hot and sweaty under the blanket… until I realise she is just drenching wet
>she angles herself so that I can’t slide myself into her, but holds my shaft against her slit so it still knocks the captain on the head with each thrust
>no lube necessary
>I start working up a pace while button starts to breath more and more heavily
>she keeps changing the angle slightly, so that it hits her clit more and more
>at this point she either doesn’t care, or isn’t paying attention because I keep slowly trying to make each thrust more and more upward instead of straight through, hoping eventually i might ‘accidentally fall into the hole’
>which is exactly what happens, I give one long thrust and my german helmet gets caught on her trench, guiding it inside instead of out and over
>button lets out a gasp, as I push myself as deep as I can…
>I’m waiting for a ‘what do you think you’re doing faggot…’ or something… but it doesn’t come
>I start to push in and out of her, the tension seems to have got the better of her as well
>finally… sweet relief
>button suddenly slides her self off me and pulls her knickers back up
>”oh come on you were enjoying that!!!! I know you were!!!”
>”wrestle me then… faggot…”
>she has way more self control then I do, her undies are drenched… no way does she not want the D right now
>we manage to get through the remainder of the movie… with a good amount of fidgeting
>I don’t think either of us paid any attention to the second half of the story… I know my mind was somewhere else…
>the instant the movie finishes button jumps off the couch and looks at me with longing eyes, “come on… just get it over with…”
>”fine…”
>the sexual frustration has gotten the better of me…
>plus I feel like there is enough testosterone pumping through me right now that it should be an easy victory
>button stands up and walks into the middle of the room and then puts her arms out beckoningly
>*a wild button appears!*
>“your move faggot”
>*the wild button uses taunt*
>her confidence is making me have second thoughts again… how much did her brothers teach her? surely it won’t matter too much, I mean I am a lot bigger than her
>right???
>*it’s super effective*
>I start to approach her, figure I will simply pick her up and take her back to bed if I can, otherwise I plan to just take her on the ground… and by take her… I mean exactly that
>I move in close, getting ready to pick her up
>*anon uses close combat*
>she immediately gets down low and wrapping one leg behind mine
>*button uses quick attack*
>I try to grab a hold of her but it’s way too late, she has her leg locked around mine and holding on tight while trying to move behind me
>*it’s super effective*
>I try my best to lift her up and tip her off her feet, I figured if I can get her up off the ground then she can’t do much else, I move down to put my hand under her remaining leg
>*anon uses low sweep*
>but the moment I go for it she adjusts her weight, hanging off me, so that picking her up would cause me to fall onto her
>*it’s not very effective*
>as I stumble for balance with button’s weight threatening to pull me over, button sees her opportunity
>she bounces up off the ground, pushing her weight behind me and at the same time, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist
>*the wild button uses seismic toss*
>I’m not prepared for the sudden shift in our now very combined center of mass and I topple over sideways, button adjusts her weight once more as I go over so that I break most of the fall for her
>fuck you… fuck this stupid idea anon! I fucking knew some bullshit like this was going to happen… FUCK!!!!
>*anon uses struggle*
>I was not prepared for this at all… I didn’t even stand a chance… how did… I don’t even at this point
>*it has no effect*
>so this is what it feels like to be killed by button I think to myself as she quickly grips me in a firm headlock
>*the wild button uses constrict*
>I can’t breathe… literally cannot get any air in
>the one thing I remember from those kickboxing classes when I was in highschool was when in a headlock, try to reach back and grab your attacker’s ears and pull forward
>i swing my arms back searching for something to grab a hold of…
>*anon uses play rough*
>button’s vice like grip around my neck gets unbelievably tight
>*it has no effect*
>”tapout faggot” button says rather calmly
>*anon uses endeavour*
>can’t give up… button’s brother… castration… oh god I feel so tired…
>*it has no effect*
>”just tap out and it is all over” button informs me
>getting so sleepy… Is it getting darker? I didn’t realise I had dimmers on the lights…am I kill yet?
>I slap my hand against the ground a few times and button releases me
>cool air fills my lungs as I lurch forward from her on the ground
>”I’m sorry anon, I feel really bad… I had no idea you would be that shit…”
>button’s voice comes from somewhere next to me, she seems genuinely apologetic
>”my brothers really liked to wrestle, plus the military training… they taught me a lot… you know, staying safe as a girl and all… plus you know I hate losing”
>I turn around to face button
>”are you ok faggot? how is your ego… a little bruised?”
>she is resting on the floor, knees bent and legs slightly to the side, just looking at me
>I googled it, apparently it’s called w-sitting
>I feel… angry… like really angry… the sort of angry you get when somebody makes you out to be an idiot in front of a crowd of people and you just want to slog them in the face
>except at the same time I am incredibly fucking turned on and I have NO idea why
>I give button a dirty look, channeling all my rage and anger into it
>she simply smiles at me… “go on…”
>I turn around to face my whole body at her and get up on my knees
>button looks at me and bites her lip “do it faggot”
>I channel all my rage into my penis… turning it into a weapon of salty mass meat destruction
>she doesn’t even flinch when I suddenly lurch towards her
>instead she just starts to lean back on her hands
>sliding herself backwards so that she can swing her legs out in front of her
>things escalate very quickly…
>I move my arm in to take her weight with one of my hands while sliding her knickers down with the other
>button pulls my shirt over my head before kicking her panties off completely
>I lay her down onto the ground and lean up, pulling my shirt the rest of the way off
>she takes her own shirt off, before reaching up and grabbing a hold of my neck as I start to lower myself once more, pulling me down even quicker
>button swings her legs up and uses her feet to starting pushing my briefs down and off
>she begins to kiss, spontaneously and erratically as her breathing continues to get quicker and heavier
>after some effort, she manages to push my briefs down to my knees, allowing me to kick them off the rest of the way
>while I’m going to town on her jello puppies, she runs her fingers through my hair and takes a firm hold
>the look in her eyes tells me she is entirely caught up in the moment
>I move my hand down between her legs and run my fingers up through her slit, it’s like a warm fucking geyser, slowly bubbling out fluid from an underground reservoir
>it’s glorious… can’t even think of words to describe it… she’s wet enough that I could very well just gather some of it up and slide it into her ass
>but I know it’s still off limits for now, besides, I’m too caught up in the moment to even be thinking about it
>she grabs my cock as I push my fingers into her, taking them back out and spreading her natural juices around in preparation for whats to come
>button isn’t interested in the foreplay…
>after all we spent the last 3 or 4 hours with foreplay
>she arches her hips and pulls me towards her
>the relief as I enter her tight tunnel is incredible and I immediately work up a good rhythm with full deep strokes
>she breaks out into moaning and guides my head back up her neck… back to her mouth
>even as I begin kissing her, I can feel her moaning down my throat, she can’t keep it in
>for somebody who just kicked my ass… she gets awfully submissive when it comes to this
>her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers start to dig into my back as she begins to climax for the first time
>I oblige her by going even harder and faster, pushing her right on over and into the next climax
>she didn’t think the kissing bit through…
>I can feel her struggling to breath as I pump my love mutton into her while trying to kiss her, so I back off and move back down her neck
>”unnnnggghhhh fffuuccckk anonnnnn” she moans out at me, her legs locking even tighter around me
>we hold each other for what seems like forever until I eventually need a change of pace…
>I flip her over onto her knees
>she doesn’t even hesitate as my hands guide her into the position I want, legs apart, back arched, ass out
>her hair falls down her back and off to the side of her smooth skin
>something about her willingness makes me feel more calm, as opposed to rage fucking her
>I look down at her perfectly curved waist and supple ass , pointed out at me willingly
>her beautiful hairless slit is glistening with her own juice, begging for me to once more be inside her again
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>despite whatever control she has over me in… whatever sort of relationship this is
>It’s still ME she wants…
>I think sometimes I start to forget that
>who cares if I don’t always have control, I think to myself, this just feels right…
>I guide myself once more into her, running my hands down along her back as I lean over her small frame
>how the FUCK did she even kick my ass?
>her moans have become longer and more drawn out now
>I can feel a shiver run up her back as my hands run around her shoulder blades and grab a hold of her firm hand sized tit
>button moves her hair over to one side, and stretches her bare neck out to me, hinting at what she wants
>I’m in no mood to tease her as I move in to kiss her
>I use the hand around her chest to pull her back up into a sitting position and she leans back into me, keeping her back arched
>my hands run up and along the opposite side of the neck I’m kissing and she reaches her arms up and back, running her hands through my hair again
>the whole thing has suddenly become a lot more intimate as opposed to the violent way it began
>button starts to move on her own as I lean back and watch
>she guides herself up and down over my slickshlick cock, a bit clumsily though so I begin to help her out with my own movements
>eventually she hops up and turns around, facing me as she guides herself back down and onto my lap
>It’s an awkward position to thrust in but somehow we manage, our movements complementing each other
>we hold each other and like this for what feels like ages, button going over the edge several times before I finally catch up
>she notices I’m nearing the finish line and puts her hands either side of my face
>the look I give her is pretty self explanatory: ‘if you don’t want me to start pumping you full of liquid love… then you better say something now or else”
>button smiles and nods at me, never breaking eye contact
>as I finally bust a litre of pent up frustration into button she smiles at me, stopping her movements as she wiggles down into my crotch before falling forward into me
>If that wasn’t bonafide love making then I don’t know what is…
>we don’t move for several minutes before eventually getting up and heading for a quick shower
>button just looks at me with a half smile as we wash each other, I can’t figure out what it means…
>”that wrestle was bullsh-…” I begin to say before button cuts me off
>”I know… I already said sorry faggot”
>”it’s still bullshit…” I mumble at her
>she pouts at me with a mocking sad face before starting to laugh
>”I tell you what… since you’re being such a little bitch about it, if you can pull your shit together and hold up your end of the bet, then there might be something in it for you” button says as she steps out of the shower
>”you mean I get to fu-….”
>”that topic is still off limits to you…” she cuts in
>after drying myself off, button ushers me out of the toilet, needs to do her ‘business’
>after 15 minutes or so button finally comes out of the bathroom, no surprise, she has her tail back in
>I give her my best ‘oh come on face’… even though it’s probably against the rules
>”something on your mind anon?”
>”yup… how long does your wish last…”
>button crawls under the covers and shimmies over to me, “as long as I wish it to”
>”you know I apologised for that getting all cocky on you to…” I remind her under my breath as she cuddles up to me
>”I know… but the face you make every time you see it is just so rewarding” button says with a cruel smile
>I let out an audible sigh as I lay there on my back… that was some very interesting sex… I would ask button what it meant, but her answer is most likely to be something along the lines of ‘It meant exactly what it meant’…
>she is a very sort of ‘go with the flow’ person, doesn’t try to analyse things like I tend to
>button lets out a yawn as we lay there falling asleep, “You can ask one question… make it count faggot”
>I think about it… the obvious question is why did you keep putting the tail back in
>but really that would boil down to two things… because she enjoys it and/or to annoy me
>I figure a healthy mix of both
>something does come to mind though, I decide it would be a much better question to ask, hell maybe I will even catch her off guard for once
>It’s not related to her ass… but then… she never specified?
>button has her head on my shoulder and I can just make out her face, eyes closed and a relaxed expression as she begins to fall asleep
>”you admitted earlier that you were afraid of the ocean… which got me thinking…”
>she begins to smile
>”what are you scared of the most in this world?”
>I figure I can use the answer against her somehow… especially if it’s spiders or something, providing it’s not 5am in the morning and they’re not between my legs, I actually don’t mind spiders
>her smile fades from her face, I figure she’s thinking about it
>I know she will take the question seriously and give a proper answer
>several minutes go past and I’m starting to wonder if she fell asleep
>just as I go to open my mouth she answers me, “losing you… … … faggot” she says the last bit with a smile, eyes still closed
>I can’t help but smile to myself
>regardless of her brothers coming down tomorrow and the circumstances that surround that
>this will be a good sleep
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