His Nasty Little Pussy

The next morning at breakfast, my mother asked me about the stain. I nearly choked on my orange juice.

“Oh, yeah. I fell asleep on the couch last night and started my period,” I lied. “I tried to clean it up, but it wouldn’t come out. I’m sorry.” Mom eyed me skeptically, but then she softened.

“It’s okay, honey,” she said. “Not your fault. I’ll have to call someone in to clean it.”

“Yeah, sorry,” I apologized again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mom said.

After breakfast, I dressed up in my favorite white dress. It’s a sheer thing, and you can see my panties through it. If I don’t wear a bra, my nipples practically poke through the fabric. I was hoping to see Shawn again.

“Mom!” I heard Brad call in the hallway as I was getting ready. “Have you seen my gray T-shirt?”

“I washed it. It’s in the drier,” she called back. “Are you going out again tonight?”

“Yeah, I have another date with Amy,” he answered.

“What about Shawn? Is he still seeing that… what was her name?

Nancy?”

“Naomi,” Shawn said. “No, they broke up.”

“Shame,” Mom said. “She seemed nice.”

“I don’t think Shawn likes nice girls,” Brad commented.

“Shawn!” my mother scolded him, and then they both laughed.

I chuckled. I knew Brad was right. Shawn didn’t like nice girls. He likes naughty girls. And naughty was exactly the kind of girl I’d be for him.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed Shawn’s number. I’d had it since I was fifteen, in case I ever needed to reach Brad while he was with Shawn. However, this was the first time I’d ever used it.

“Hello?” Shawn answered.

“Shawn?” I asked.

“Yeah, who’s this?” he asked.

“It’s Tammy,” I told him.

“Oh… hi,” he said uncomfortably.

“Do you want to come over tonight?” I asked him. “Brad has a date, and my parents are playing Texas Hold ‘Em at my aunt’s house all night.” “Uh… I can’t tonight,” he lied. “I have this thing with my sister.” “Thing?” I asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I can’t get out of it. I promised her,” he said.

“Hmm. Why don’t I believe you?” I asked him.

“I’m not lying, Tammy,” he said quickly.

“Then you don’t want the blowjob I was going to give you?” I teased him.

“Bl… blowjob?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“Yeah. See, I was all set to give you a blowjob tonight. But if you’re

busy…”

“No!” he practically shouted into the phone. “I… well, I think Casey might have wanted to go out with her friends tonight. I could ask her if I could get out of it.”

“Why don’t you do that?” I said slyly.

“Alright. So if she lets me out of this… thing… what time do you want me to be there?” he asked.

“Brad’s leaving at seven-thirty, and my parents are leaving at eight, so why don’t you be here around eight-thirty?”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Got it. I’ll be there. I mean… if Casey says it’s okay.”

“You’ll call me if you can’t get out of the… thing?” I asked him.

“Oh, sure. Otherwise, see you at eight-thirty.”

I hung up the phone with a sly smile spreading across my face. That’ll show him, I thought. I wasn’t about to let him lie his way out of fucking me again!

My parents didn’t make it out of the house until about eight-twenty-five, and I was gnawing my nails. I knew Shawn would likely freak out and leave if he saw my parents’ car in the driveway. Fortunately, they left just a few minutes before he showed up. I greeted him at the door.

“Hey, Squirt,” he said, his eyes glued to my nipples, which were hard and poking through the sheer fabric of my dress.

“Hey, you. Come on in,” I said.

I stepped aside and he pushed past me. I closed the door behind him.

“So…” he said.

“So…” I repeated.

His mouth scrunched up as though he wanted to say something, but couldn’t manage to spit it out.

“Well?” I asked him.

“Well, what?”

“You look like you want to say something,” I told him.

“Well… I was just wondering if…”

“If what?”

“If you meant it when you said you wanted to give me a blowjob,” he finally managed to say.

I grinned.

“Of course I meant it,” I told him. “Why don’t you sit down on the couch and I’ll show you.”

He cleared his throat and did as I instructed. I kneeled between his legs and unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out and wrapping my hand around it. I quickly took it between my lips, and I marveled at how the flaccid thing began to harden against my tongue. My soft, warm tongue wiggled against it as I sucked it down my throat. It was easy to suck while it was still partially soft, but the harder it got, the more difficult it was to keep it in my mouth.

Soon, it was so large I could barely fit my lips around it. He was quite large, and I wondered how my virgin pussy had managed to take all of it. I used my hand to pump up and down as my tongue swirled around the head. I’d never given a blowjob before, but I’d watched enough of my dad’s porn flicks to know a bit about how it was done.

“Am I doing okay?” I asked, looking up at him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he moaned. “You’re doing great.”

Shawn grabbed my head and shoved me back down on his cock. He began to thrust his hips, fucking my face. I felt his cock start to slide down my throat, and I gagged. I remembered reading instructions on the internet about giving a blowjob. They’d said you had to relax your throat, so that’s what I tried to do. But Shawn was huge, and it did little to help. I continued to gag every time the head slipped down my throat, and soon, tears were rolling down my cheeks.

I tried to pull away to take a breath, but Shawn was insatiable. His hands gripped my head and shoved me back down on it, causing me to gag again. I nearly vomited.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled. “Suck it!”