Can I RIm Your Brother? Part Two!
Micheal's feelings for Chris escalate.
Okay here it is! Sorry about the long wait again D:. I would like to thank Rithe for doing the grammar checks and stuff, since i'm not good at it. Not going to bother with warnings. but if you haven't seen my journal or you havn't looked at the tags, you'll notice they're straight sex....don't worry, the sexy male on male smut is going to be comming up. I just have to write it.
Our bodies were heated. The thick, sweet smell of sex and sweat filled the room. Her claws raked down my back as I continued to slam my cock into her. Sex with Danielle was always fun. She lay back moaning while breathlessly screaming name.
"Michael... Michael! Fuck me! Give it to me!"
And I gave it to her. I wanted it. I wanted to please her; I wanted to make love to her. She was my girlfriend for fuck's sake!
But there was another... another that I wanted to please.
It was her brother. He was probably in the next room with his earphones in; or more likely with his ear pressed up against the door, one hand around his cock and the other fingering his ass.
That image of her brother flashing through my mind only made me slam my hips harder into that poor vixen below me. I kept up my pace for a good few minutes, but soon I felt the familiar twinge of my impending orgasm lift my balls into my body, my crotch growing hot, and I emptied myself within her.
"Oh Michael!" she gasped, and I sank into her depths again. The room was filled with the solid echo of flesh slapping against flesh as I jack-hammered into her, my balls beginning to ache from the constant abuse.
But no matter how many times I fucked her - no matter how many times I emptied sack-full after sack-full of seed into her - she wasn't the one I wanted.
No, it was that fucking bastard in the next room. Danielle's moans were drowned out by my thoughts as he came to my mind. I imagined his chiseled frame while he was on his hands and knees. He leaned forward, pressing his muzzle into the pillow while his hands pulled his smooth and chubby cheeks apart and revealed his musky tailhole, and his perfect, nine inch cock dangling behind a large set of balls. I knelt down and planted my muzzled right on target and began to viciously attack his pink star-shaped entrance with my tongue. His tail flicked back and forth in ecstasy.
I was brought back into reality as I growled and came into Danielle again, but not without her squirting all over my crotch. She panted, and was clearly exhausted, but I wasn't - fuck, I was still horny - but if I kept fucking her, both she and I would become raw. Ouch. So I pulled out, still rock hard. My cum dripped down her cunt and onto the bed sheets.
She reached for a towel she kept in a drawer. We used it every time we had sex, but I stopped her. She was about to say something when I lifted her up by her hips, with her legs spread over my shoulders and her abused pussy in my face. I took a deep sniff. The pink folds of her flesh let off a sweet scent, like cherry. She did use that scented lube; it always accentuated the sex. She looked at me questioningly and began to speak, but her voice died out in a loud squeal as I gave her pussy a firm lick, lapping up both my seed and her sweet juices.
"Michael!" she gasped, but I sent her back into incoherent moans as I gave her cunt a few deeper and angrier licks. Wrapping my lips around the pink folds of flesh, I began sucking hard.
I wanted every. Last. Drop. And she gave it to me, gladly.
A cascade of her vaginal juice flowed into my mouth. It tasted sweet, but with a salty, bitter aftertaste from my own semen. I let off and swallowed. That was delicious... I'd definitely have to do that again. My cock was softening now - but still, I wasn't quite satisfied.
"Oh Michael..." she moaned. I smiled and then gathered her up in my arms. Pressing her against my barrel chest, I kissed her lips, swapping what cum and juice I had in my mouth with her.
Now I was satisfied.
We were now lying on her bed and the TV was flickering incessantly in the darkness of the room. It was probably thirty minutes after we had sex (which, regardless of who I was fantasizing about, was fucking fantastic). I knew that 'cause I sat through some terrible show about a bitch telling a poor woman that her taste in clothes sucked and then the bitch practically told the woman to kill herself! Now it was on another stupid show that Danielle always liked to watch. "Tykes and Tiaras," seriously? The shit didn't make sense to me, but then again I was a guy so I probably wouldn't understand why a woman would force her four year old daughter to practically whore herself out on stage. TLC was quickly becoming a horrible channel.
I decided to take this opportunity of us being alone and unoccupied to ask her about sleeping with her brother. It was almost a week after I had talked to him about it. I was going to ask her the day after, but I wimped out... But I had to tell Danielle. Well, here went nothing...
"Hey babe?" I said softly. She lifted her head up to look at me, her straight, blond hair falling over her face and partially hiding her brown eyes. She was so beautiful; I was a lucky guy. Now I was about to ruin it all because I wanted to bury my muzzle deep in her brother's hot, musky ass.
"What's up?" she said sweetly. God her voice was like honey being drizzled onto a peanut-butter sandwich. I didn't want to press the matter further, but by now it was too late. I had to ask.
"Okay before I tell you this, I want you to know that I love you, all right?"
Oh, nice one Michael, I said mentally, After that she's totally not going to assume you have something terrible to tell her, douche bag! I rolled my eyes at myself and continued, "I love you, and I don't ever want to hurt you on purpose. You know that?"
"Uh, yeah?" she said. I could tell she was annoyed. The bomb's fuse was just lit.
"All right I'm just going to say it." I paused, taking a deep breath. "How would you feel about me... and another guy... doing it?"
The room went silent except for the television show with the constant wailing of that stupid, little, four year old whore and the roaring of her C'thulu-esque mother in the background.
She looked away from me, and seemed to be deep in thought. Her eyes connected with mine again as she turned to face me. "What brought this up?"
"Uh... It's just... I..." Shit. I was freezing up.
"Well if I can be honest..." she pressed on. Thank God. She wasn't angry. "I wouldn't mind that much. Who... who were you thinking about having sex with? 'Cause I do know a few cute gay guys... or do you have someone else in mind?" she tilted her head and blinked. I felt a blush run to my cheeks. I hated when she did that; it was so damn cute.
"Well there is someone..." I began. "It's someone you know..."
"Andy?"
"What? No! He's not gay!" Or at least I didn't think he was. For all I know he probably turned into a cock hungry slut when he wasn't in school or at home. "Plus his crotch stinks to high heaven!"
"Really? Well, Jeremy?" She asked hopefully.
Jeremy was another football player. He was a heavy set eagle with a stoic personality. He hardly ever said anything except when talking with his coach or his teachers. He had a few friends, but I didn't know them that well. Only person in his family that was going to go to college from what I heard. Wait why am I giving you a monologue about a person? Fuck, never mind!
"I don't know him well enough..." I said. But regardless, he was cute.
"Okay it isn't anyone on the team, or anyone of the preps." She nodded and thought for a moment. "Oh God, it's not Wilkes is it?" she asked, mildly disgusted.
"Fuck no!" I nearly yelled. "Jesus Christ, woman!"
"I'm just checking!" she assured me while laughing.
Wilkes was one of those stoner kids. He was a nice enough guy, but the porcupine was defiantly not my type.
"Michael please just tell me," she pressed, placing her soft hand upon my chest.
"I..." Fuck this was it... it all came down to this. I spent this entire week thinking of what to say, and finally it was happening. Now that it was happening... Oh shit; oh fuck... What was I going to say?
"I want to fuck your brother!" I finally blurted out. There was a loud thunk over in the next room. I think I was right about him listening in on us. I looked toward the door, half expecting him to burst in naked and ready.
My thoughts shifted back to Danielle and I turned back to her. Her face was emotionless. She had completely dropped the playful demeanor she had before. Her eyes were brown pits of nothingness, holding no indication of the sparkle that once attracted me to her. My ears immediately fell back against my head in fear.
I fucked up... I so fucked up...
God I'm so sorry Danielle. I'm so fucking sorry...