A literotic sexstories: Growing Up chapter Eight by GoatRavisher ,
A few days after the Spring Formal, my best friend gives me a call.
“Oh my GOD! It’s like there are wires going from my nipples to my clit now.” She seems horny and enervated.
“Yow! my panties are soaked! That was such a turn on! Let’s go to my room, roommate’s out of town this weekend.”
This bodes well for me.
We go and it looks pretty clean. They have an
She’s real sensitive in the nipple zone. Her tits come right out thanks to that quick release bra top and we put neosporin on them. I’m thrilled to be able to give them so much attention. She’s shivering and gasping with every touch.
“God my tits feel crazy!”
I couldn’t be happier. She shows me where her toy box is hidden and I find handcuffs, among other things.
“I know what we should do with these.” I say.
“Ok. I mean I got my flesh pierced with steel spikes. I think I’m up for a little more S and M. Let’s see what you got!”
I cuff her loosely to her bed and then while she’s watching I put on some of her clothes.
I find thigh high knit stockings that have open lacing up the front like corsets for your legs. Black satin panties with sequined trim. Another one of her many bustiers with clasps up the front and black marqusite sequins dotting it and a sheer black flouncy crinoline that I’ve always wanted to wear. I put on a little black lipstick and brush my hair while she lays there with her arms over her head, cuffed to the bed rail, and twitches and squirms.
“I’ve said it before, You make a pretty hot chick.”
I feel pretty sexy. Pretty and sexy. And I get to play special games with my beloved friend.
I toy with her ultra sensitive nipples, tickle and lick them. I position her so her legs are off the bed and feet on the floor. I spread them wide and her pussy makes a nice mound in her black silk panties. I go back to her toy box and retrieve a leather flog, a cat o’nine tails.
“Oh Shit!”
I start with just whisking it around her thighs and breasts, like a feather duster.
“Jesus, oh christ! Oh! You can slap my pussy with it. I like that.”
I start swatting lightly and then after pausing intermittently to dust over her nipples, I get a rotational pattern that slaps her vulva rhythmically. A few minutes of this and she’s talking to Jesus again. After a sustained string of exclamations and hip bucking she goes slack and I slow way down.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! I came like two or three times! Oh you fucking bastard!” Her face is sweaty and her dark eyeliner is running and her creamy white skin is clammy all over her breasts and thighs. She’s beautiful.
Her panties are sopping wet and I slide them off her unresisting legs and exchange them with the pair that I’m wearing. Nice and warm and squishy!
I get down on my knees and lick tentatively at the spread petals of her labia. She smells strongly aroused.
“Do you feel this in your nipples?” I lick her clit with flat tongued force.
“OHMYGOD!!!! I feel it in my nipples! It’s like they’re connected now! Oh Shit!”
I lick at her very gently but focus on her clitoris.
“You’re gonna make me come again!”
I give her some more pressure and suck it into my mouth like a tiny penis.
“GODDDDD!”
She spews wetness all down my lips and chin.
I get my hand wet in her pussy slime and jack my painfully hard dick up to the point of bursting. I take a wide spread stance and look down at her open before me. She looks completely vulnerable and exposed.
“I wanna cum now.” I say.
“you gave me like four orgams, I don’t think I can deny you anything.”
“I like cumming on your tits.”
“Well I certainly can’t stop you! I’m totally helpless…” I looked down at her blushing pink cunt, worn out by all the slapping and licking and flogging. She fixed me with her deep brown eyes and I could tell what she was saying, “I won’t deny you, I’m helpless here and can’t stop you but…”
I hold myself, in my hand, and on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. I move my gripping fingers really slow, touching very precisely. My legs feel hollow and my chest is tingling and the hair all over my body stands up and seems to vibrate. I gaze at her gloriously full and fecund breasts, her thin lips and deep brown eyes and well shaped brows on the alabaster skin of her face. I point my throbbing member down at her sternum, right between her pendulous lobes with their nipples freshly pierced with steel and I cum. The first clenching contraction is dry but then the second sends a rocket of sperm blasting out of my penis like a ballistic weapon.
“EeeAHHHHH!!”
The impact splashes rivulets all the way out to her shoulders.
“Ghaaaaa!” I milk out more and more, standing over her body, until my balls are drained.
“Jesus! You must really like my tits!”
“Ha…Huh… no shit” as I collapse on the end of the bed.
“Cuffs” she whispers.
“Unnnnn…” I gasp weakly. I gather my strength and unlock the handcuffs and then crumple back down.
“I’m going to take a shower, don’t go anywhere. Stay here.” I’m semi comatose. What an orgasm!
She’s back and we’re cuddling. Like close friends who’ve just had ground shaking climaxes with each other.
“Thanks for not raping me…”
“I could tell that even though you had surrendered you didn’t want me to.”
“Ya, thanks. Well I definitely trust you now.”
“you should have trusted me before we put the handcuffs on”
We’re quiet for a while.
“Part of me wishes you were a girl so we could be lovers but most of me wants you just like this, to be my best friend.”
“With benefits!”
“Fuck yes! Sexy bitch! You’re very beneficial!”
“I liked wearing your wet undies.”
“We could arrange for that to happen on a regular basis I think. I get wet underwear more often than most people, probably” and then,
“oh, and no part of me wishes you were a dude. Dudes are useless.”
We sleep together. Snuggle. I wake up with a boner problem. Christine seems to have gotten up in the night and put on a bra. That’s disappointing. I nestle my throbbing erection into the crack of her bare ass.
“Uh oh, what’s that?”
“I have a boner problem. I want to stick it in you.”
“Oh great, I guess it’s my problem now too.”
I reach around and tweak her nipple through her bra which is unlined satin and not too restrictive fortunately. I can still feel her wonderful, round lobes.
“Ahh!” She squirms.
“And why are you wearing a bra? I want your tits.”
“It’s uncomfortable to sleep without one. These things slosh all around. Plus my nipples are super tender.”
“Oh.”
“You can touch them some more though, just be gentle.”
I do and I am and she seems to like it a lot.
“My cock is so hard right now it’s painful…”
“alright, whatever.”
I get her leg adjusted right and find her nether entrance with my cockhead.
“You’re really wet!”
“I know. I guess I want something in there. Just Don’t forget about the nipples.”
I sink myself into her syrupy cunt. It feels heavenly. My hand keeps attention on her nipples, one and then the other, while I push in and pull out of her wet hole, slowly, politely. I love it that she’s letting me fuck her.
“Oh God. I think you’re hitting my G spot with that thing! A little more… there!” She wiggles and adjusts and gets me at a good angle. She rocks her ass back into me.
“Oh Jesus! Fuck! Oh my clit! Keep pinching my nipple! Jesus! Harder! No, not my nipple, harder with your cock!” My hips are clapping against her ass cheeks. i try valiantly to apply pressure to the correct spots with the right body parts.
She is strumming her clitoris with her hand as I pump away. I am fucking into her pretty fast and with a good snap, bumping her spot each time but I can feel the tingling that says it’s jizz time.
“I’m conna cum, i’m gonna cum!” I growl into her ear
“No No! Not in me!!” Christine pulls away from me and rolls onto her back and I am stranded in the open air, just about to shoot all over her sheets.
“No! Don’t make a mess!” She grabs my dick and points it away from her but then plucks a discarded black satin camisole from the nightstand close by.
“Here!” She flings it to me and rolls away, avoiding the semen shower that she thinks is imminent. It’s up to me to finish myself.
I wrap my straining member in her intimate garment and unloaded a bucket of cum. I think I make some squealing noises. Christine gets her fingers into her pussy and one hand on her right nipple.
“I’ve gotta cum! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! GODDDD!” She siezes up.
I twidle her free nipple as I milk the last of my orgasm into the black satin.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Ahhhhhhh! Jesus!” she pleads.
She stops thrashing and looks over at me, panting
“Oh God… good morning!”
. . . . . .
It’s just a few days later and I pass Christine between classes in the same spot we usually see each other. Her eyes go wide and she grabs my arm and yanks me.
“Oh my GOD! You have to help!”
“What?!”
“My nipples are crazy now! I can’t stop playing with them in class! Last hour I kept staring at Elizabeth and touching myself and grinding on the chair and I came like two times! Right there in English class! My panties are a mess, will you switch with me?”
“Ya!”
We duck into a unisex bathroom in a nearby class building. Christine reaches up under her long black skirt and slides her soggy black panties down her legs. They are really pretty, high waisted with ruffles and side laces. And they smell like twat! I take my pants all the way off and get out of the hot pink bikini cut pair I’m wearing.
“pink? I never wear pink! Not since I was like a kid and i didn’t shop for my own clothes.”
That image of Christine at that age in pink panties compounded by the idea of sliding on her slimy undies makes my pecker start to twitch.
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