I haven't been home. I am always here. I am always at my grandma's. I'm here for the booty call, and I am loving every minute of it. The sex is amazing. I can't even try to deny that. It makes everything worthwhile when he slides that thick cock deep inside of me. He is my addiction. His penis. His body. The sex... It has taken me over. It's all I want.
My friend is dying. Any day now. How great does that sound? Everyone is waiting for her to die. It's sad. It makes you sick. She's young, she has three kids and now she is going to die. I can't bring myself to go see her. And even if I could, I shouldn't be going. She is dying and her family should be there with her. Not me.
"Are you texting your loser girlfriend again?" I ask Mark as I look over.
"She is not a loser!" Mark tells me frankly.
"She's with you. Must be a loser." I say with a shrug as I look up at him from the floor.
"No more of a loser than you!" Mark taunts as he looks at his phone then back at me.
"Do you want to come down here and say that to my face, you shit eater?" I ask angrily.
"Maybe I will." He says as he tossed his phone aside and rushed over to me.
"Oh really!" I spit as I kick him in his shin.
"Fuck! Ouch... What the hell was that?" He asks in shock as he grabs his shin.
"That would be me fighting you!" I said as I sat up and grabbed him behind the knees, bringing him down.
"Oh you've done it now..." He says as he falls on top of me. "Hey!" He yells as I pinch him in the side.
"What the hell are you going to do, pussy?" I taunt as I look into his eyes.
Before I know it, he has me on my stomach with my hands behind me and his elbow in my back. As hard as I struggle, I can't get free. I try to wiggle out, but find it nearly impossible. I swing my legs up and attempt to kick him as hard as I can. I finally give up. Or let him think I gave up.
"Give up?" Mark asks as he wrenches my arms.
"Uh huh... Yeah." I say quickly as I nod my head.
"I thought so." He laughs as he releases me and climbs to his feet. Just as he gets up and turns away, I jump to my feet and pummel him. "What the fuck!" He yells as I wrap my arms around him.
"You never learn, Mer." Derek said as he walked in and shook his head at me. "Mer... You are tiny. You don't even stand a chance."
"I could take him. I could beat his ass." I shout as I wrap my legs around him. Before I know it, he drops to his knees. Like a horse with a horsefly on it's back, he rolls around and tries to rub me off on the floor.
"Help, Derek. Help." I cry out as Mark smashes me.
"Hell no." Derek mutters as he sits down and changes the channel on the t.v. "You are on your own."
"Are you going to stop?" Mark asks with a chuckle.
"No." I say frankly. "I am not, you ass fuck."
"That's it!" Mark spits as he shoves me. Before I can say a word, it's in there. In my mouth. His big sock covered clown foot is in my mouth. I taste things. It's gross and salty. I feel like I am going to puke. I quickly bit down as hard as I can. "Ouch you fucker!" He yells as he pulls his foot away.
I quickly climb to my feet and rush to the bathroom. I cannot get that taste out of my mouth fast enough. I start to feel sick as I rinse my mouth out with Listerine. Anti-septic. I definitely need that. I am sure that Mark's foot is toxic. I turn green as I look in the mirror. Thirty seconds is not enough. I think this warrants thirty minutes of pain and suffering. I need acid. Acid to burn the flesh off so I can start over.
I don't let things go. I never let things go. I never forget when someone has screwed with me. And Mark has gotten me good twice. Well now I will get him good. I quietly sneak into his room. He and Derek are so wrapped up in whatever shit they are watching, they don't even notice me. I use the tiny bit of light that is shining through the window to guide me. A smile covers my face as I get into his bag and start puling out boxers.
I smile as I fold them in half. A heart. Who doesn't like hearts? I hate them. But anyway. A heart will suit him fine. I grab the scissors and begin cutting. Just like a kid making paper snowflakes, the fabrics falls. I happily look at each and every pair with a new design. Just wait until he pulls those on. I quickly grab the mess of fabric scraps and throw them in the trash. I shove the ruined boxers back in the bag and sneak out.
"What are you doing?" Derek asks loudly, causing me to jump.
"Oh shit!" I yell as I look over. I have to smile, seeing Mark there, no idea what was going on. I'm so mad at him, I can barely take it.
"Come over here." Derek tells me with a smirk.
Normally I wouldn't. I don't love him. I don't care about him. But right now, I am mad at Mark. And more than anything, Mark hates to see his cousin and his friend together. He hates seeing us in compromising situations and positions. And now... I hate him. I quickly trot over to the sofa and plop down. Now to make trouble. And I am so good at it.
I'm not really sure what Mark thinks of this little relationship that I have with his best friend. He is actually a conservative guy. Maybe he has to learn. Eventually I'm sure that he will be a whore in no time. All guys do. They all whore themselves out. But with guys it is different. They aren't considered whores. Only women are whores. Anyway at this point, he is a little punk-ass jerk, and I love to torture him. And I think rubbing my little fuck-fest in his face is the way to do it.
"What exactly do you want, Derek?" I ask coyly as I rub my hand on his leg. I can already see it rising.
"Hmm..." Derek mutters as he grasps my far thigh and pulls me onto his lap. "You are a tease, you know that, right?" He asks as his hands grasp my ass tightly.
"No..." I clarify as I grind my dripping wet pussy into his jean covered rising cock. "A tease teases and doesn't give you what you want. I give you what you want. Therefore, I am not a tease! I'm just a whore..." I giggle loudly as he buries his face in my chest and nestles in between my breasts.
"No... Not a whore. Not at all." He tells me as I continue to dry fuck him on the spot. Mark is too engrossed in his texts to even notice us at the moment. "And if you insist you are a whore... You are my whore."
"Maybe I have guys." I suggest as I grasp his shoulders and grind myself into him harder and faster. My thighs spread over his lap, knees bent.
"You have guys, huh? I thought that was against the rules." He pointed out as he grasped my back and massaged it, rubbing his cock against my pussy.
"The rule was that we couldn't be in a relationship. Fucking other guys is not being in a relationship." I tell him as I feel my body reacting to the pseudo sex that he is bestowing upon me. "Just fucking..."
"Oh god..." Derek groans as his cock begins to pulsate, it's chambers spilling over with the blood, sending to towards the edge. "So you are fucking other guys?" He asks frankly. I think I may see some jealously in there. I don't know why. This is straight fucking, and I am giving him as much as he can handle. He isn't missing out on anything.
"Don't... Oh god... Don't... Oh... Fucking worry about it. I am fucking you now..." I cry out as I lay my head back and start panting, my hips flying wildly. Derek slidies his hand up my shirt and massages my bra covered breasts.
"Oh my god! You sick fucks. Can't you keep your fucking hands off of each other?" Mark asks in disgust as he looks over.
"Oh god, Mer... Fuck baby... Oh god!" He shouts as he thrusts his jean covered cock against me.
"Oh god... I'm cumming. I am cumming." I scream as I lean forward and rub my chest against him. I pull away as my body starts to spasm.
"Fuck... Me too!" He yells as he buries his face in my chest and grunts loudly. "Yeah...fuck yeah!" He shouts as he releases himself and looks into my glazed over pre-orgasm eyes.
"Oh god, Derek! Oh god... Oh..." I cry out as I feel myself start to quiver all over, the large waves coming over me, my juices flowing freely. "Oh yeah..." I moan softly as I lay my head back. I feel Derek's hands cover my chest and grasp my breasts.
"What's the matter, Mark? Can't handle it?" Derek asks with a chuckle as he looks over. "I take that back. You look like you can handle it just fine."
"Oh my god, Mark. You're hard!" I laugh as I look at his pole standing up and hard before me.
"Fuck you guys! You can't fuck in front of me and expect nothing!" He whines. "I have to... Go."
"No... I think you have to cum." I laugh as he marches to his room, stomping all the way. I can feel Derek going flaccid as I sit atop him with a big grin on my face. I feel his mouth go to my neck. It seems to be a place that he likes to go to. "Oh Derek..."
"Mark..." I hear my uncle yell as his loud footsteps make it down the stairs.
"Fuck." I say as I pull myself from him and make my way to the other side of the sofa. I try to sit there nonchalantly as I stare at the t.v., having no idea what is going on. I don't look up as he walks down and into the room, looking at us.
"Have you seen Mark?" He asks as he looks at us.
"Bedroom." I mutter as I look over.
"Mark... So you want to come with me? I'm going to the mall to pick up some stuff." My uncle says as he knocks on the door.
"I'll be out in a minute!" He shouts. I know he is in there frantically pumping his cock, begging for relief. I can't help but wonder exactly what he is picturing in his head.
"Hurry up!" My uncle says as he walks away from the door and back to us. "What are you watching?"
"Don't know. It sucks." I say with a shrug. No idea what it is. I can still feel the tiny contractions in my uterus.
"Oh. Well, tell Mark that I'll be upstairs waiting for him." He says as he walks away. "Oh... Derek... It looks like you pissed your pants." He says with a chuckle as he continues on his way. I quickly look over at him and begin laughing hysterically. He has a good sized wet spot on his jeans. He had released a good-sized load.
"Holy shit..." He mutters as he looks down at his crotch. "I think I need a shower... " He says as he rubs it and stands up. He starts to walk away and looks back. "So do you want to join me?"
"Hmm... How can I refuse?" I tell him with a giggle as I jump up. Seriously, who can refuse slippery, wet, shower sex?
I have never done this. I have never had shower sex. It's too intimate. But right now I have that need. Right now, the juices are still running down my leg from the not-so-dry fuck. And now, my core is starting to heat up to a dangerous degree. Derek is walking out of his clothes. I have never seen it done so swiftly. It was like they just fell as he continued his forward movement.
As soon as we make it in the bathroom, I peel off my shirt. My lace demi-bra is pushing the girls up, probably making them look a little better than they actually do. Derek flips on the hot water and the steam starts filling the bathroom. I like steam. Steam is good. Steam makes it hard to see. I am not completely comfortable with myself. As I drop my pants, I see Derek looking at my matching brazilian cut panties. As I quickly peer the remaining scraps of fabric from my body, Derek opens the door.
"Condom." I tell him frankly. No glove, no love. I really believe in that. I am fucking Derek like crazy, but I don't know him. Not really.
"Seriously?" He whines as he looks at me. I hope he is not one of those guys. I want the condom. I have never done it without a condom. The thought scares the hell out of me.
"Okay. No condom, no fuck. I don't know what you are carrying around. And yes, I am on bitch control, but I don't need any STDs." I tell him as I cross my arms and stand there, the hot water now washing down the drain.
"I don't have any STDs. And I have never fucked without a condom." Derek said frankly. "Ever."
"Well, you aren't losing your anti-condom virginity to me!" I tell him as I throw a condom at him. "If you want to taste this pussy, you will put that on. I have something in my bag that can take care of my needs if I need to. I do not need you." I say with a nod.
"Okay. Fine." Derek said with a nod as he looked at me. He quickly ripped the package open and began rolling it on his hard cock. I had forgotten to look at the cock. The cock is amazing. All ten and a half inches standing there. His velvety head is red and shiny. He's ready for me, and god knows I am ready for him. "Come on..." He says as he makes the wrap it up signal with his hands. I quickly pull then off and let the pink fabric fall to the floor.
"Oh god..." Derek muttered as he looks into my eyes and pulls me into the shower I hear the glass door click as I step into the hot water. A smile covers his face as he pushes my back against the cold tile wall. I can feel the hot water trickling down my stomach and over my now semi-bare mound, just a landing strip of soft hair. I feel the hot water running between my lips and ticking my sensitive clitoris.
"Just fuck me." I tell him as I reach around and grasp the tight flesh of his back. Derek smiles as he leans in and puts his mouth to my collarbone. "The hot water will run out." I tell him as I rub my breasts against his face.
"It will." He agrees, knowing how long the water lasts. "Bend over." He tells me frankly as he spins me around. "Put your hands on the wall."
"Oh god..." I moan as I place my hands on the cold wall. I can feel his cock nudging my wet slit. I am spread wide open for him. My hot pink center is exposed and begging for him to slide right in. "Oh..."
"You like that?" He asked in heavy breathing as he taps his head against my clit, attempting to get my tight folds to relax and allow him entrance.
"Oh god yes! Just do it!" I shout as I back my ass up to him, attempting to get that steel rod as deep inside of me as I can take. I hit him hard, only about an inch sliding in.
"You're too tight. Patience..." He warns as he rubs himself along me. "Too damn tight." He repeats as he slowly slides in.
"Oh god! Fill me up. Oh yes... Fill me!" I shout as my walls press him hard. "Fuck me!"
"Oh god... Mer... Fuck!" He shouts as he pulls out and slides back in.
My abundant fluid allows him to go in and out with ease, even if I am constricting him tightly. My body takes the brunt of his force, my hands absorbing shock as he rams to over and over again. I try to take more of him in, spreading my legs, but it is next to impossible. Derek lays his body over mine as he slides. The hot water glides down our slick flesh. I feel Derek pull out. Before he slide back in, I feel a sharp smack on my ass.
"Oh yeah!" I yell loudly. "Spank me! Spank me!" Derek gives me another hard whack before he rams back into my cores. I can feel the stinging on my flesh from his sharp hits and the hot water.
"Oh god, Mer... Oh god!" Derek yells as he feels his balls ready to explode.
"Oh god... Harder, Derek... Harder you fucker!" I yell as I throw my weight against him. I can feel the tingle in my core. I'm ready to cum. I am ready to go into violent contractions. Our bodies slam with force as I start panting heavily. I need it. I need to feel him. I need to fall over the edge. I slam my hips over and over again as Derek leans back and penetrates me over and over, filling me to the brink.
"Oh god, Mer... Fuck... I'm gonna blow!" He shouts as he quickens his pace.
"Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh god... It's- There- There... Oh god! Oh my- Oh..." I pant as everything falls gracefully into place. I gasp for air as my uterus and vagina contract around his spurting cock. We lean motionless as our bodies instinctively react. "Oh..." I moan when he finally slides himself out. I can't take it. I am exhausted, I quickly crash to the floor breathlessly.
"That good, huh?" Derek asks with a smirk as he looks down at me.
"Yeah." I gasp as I nod my head and look up. It was that good.