Chapter 26
Things with Pedro were getting weird. Not because of him, but because of me. I could still feel the scent of sex from my last hookup lingering on my body, and it was making me paranoid. Every second, I kept thinking: “Pedro’s getting a free blowjob vibe” and if he knew, he’d be pissed at me. The sneaky bastard kept trying to slip his hand between my legs, but I froze up. It hurt too damn much.
“Pedro, I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep shoving your hand there, it’s kinda sore.”
“Why? What happened?”
Shit. I had to make up a story.
“I put in a tampon, and since I’m so tight, I think it stayed in too long and irritated everything.”
That was the first excuse that popped into my head. And he, not being the sharpest tool in the shed, bought it. I hardly ever used those things.
“So I’ll give it some kisses to make it better…”
Oh, I had a big problem. Staying in the living room was risky; those two could come out of nowhere and catch Pedro with his face buried between my legs. My mom’s room was off-limits, and my brothers’ room was a stinky pigsty that no way in hell I’d get naked in.
The laundry room… again?
It was the way to go.
For the third time in my life, I was gonna get nasty on top of the washing machine. Again. It was turning into a tradition. As soon as we got there, I started making out with him, and the sneaky guy launched a desperate mission to unhook my bra from under my shirt. I had to stop kissing and just let it go before he ripped everything. That bra was too expensive to let a virgin wreck it like that.
As soon as it was off, he went straight for my tits, like he was starving. It wasn’t the most pleasant, but it was hot. He looked like a desperate baby at his mom’s breast, sucking one side, then the other, totally out of control. I felt his hot, hungry mouth, and it sent a shiver through me. That’s how I found out I liked that kind of thing. Point for Pedro.
I took advantage of him being focused on my breasts and slid my hand down to his ass. That skinny guy had a nice little butt, perky, firm just right. I couldn’t resist and squeezed it hard, just to see his reaction.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he complained, pulling away.
“Huh, can’t I grab my man’s ass?”
He gave me a suspicious look, but in the end, he let it slide. Except I lost interest quick and went straight for what I wanted. I ran my hand over his shorts, unzipped the velcro, and pulled his cock out. I started stroking it slow, feeling it hot and throbbing in my hand. Now I had some practice with that, knew how to work it. My fingers slid, squeezed, and in between kisses, the sneaky guy let out some heavy breaths, low moans that turned me on even more.
Pedro had a longer cock than the bus guy’s, but it was skinnier. Straight, uniform, well-shaped. It wasn’t the thickest I’d held, but it was pretty.
“Fuck, can’t I even touch it?” he asked, all whiny.
“No, babe, it hurts.”
“Then I’ll eat you out, and after you suck me, okay?”
“Okay…”
He sat on the washing machine, and I stood in front of him, holding my hair back before I knelt down. I grabbed his cock with both hands, felt its heat pulsing against my skin. It was warm, nice, hard just right. I tapped it against my face a few times and laughed, looking up at him.
“God, boy, this thing is so long!”
He laughed awkwardly, but I didn’t give him time to say anything. I spit on the tip, getting it nice and wet, and stroked, spreading the saliva slow. The wet sound filled the quiet space, and I knew he was loving it. I leaned in a bit, ran my tongue slow over the head, then licked the whole shaft before taking it in my mouth.
It was easier to suck than some others I’d had, I confess. Not too thick, it slid nice, and I liked the feel of it filling my mouth. I went slow, sucked, let my tongue play on the tip. The taste of him mixed with my spit gave me a different kind of shiver. I loved sucking cock.
But one thing kept pounding in my head… it was my second cock of the day. The idea left me torn between excitement and something weird. I wanted to be there, wanted to feel it in my mouth, but at the same time, I wondered if I was really in the mood or just going with the flow.
Even so, I kept going. Because deep down, I loved watching him melt in my mouth, squirm, hold back so he wouldn’t cum too quick. Having a guy in my hand, under my control, always gave me a different kind of horniness.
I was there, sucking him, my hot mouth sliding slow over the head of his cock, feeling the texture, the slightly salty taste mixed with the smell of warm skin and soap. My mind started wandering. I remembered Carla, her boyfriend pounding her hard, her moans getting louder and louder until he came inside her. And me there, with that taste in my mouth, licking, sucking, wanting to know what was so special about that hot liquid spilling out. No one had ever cum in my mouth before. I’d never had that moment all to myself. And I wanted it.
“Pedro, you wanna cum?” I asked, voice low and naughty.
He moaned, trying to keep control.
“If you keep going like that… I’ll cum.”
I stopped for a second, looked into his eyes, my heart racing.
“You wanna cum in my mouth?”
His eyes went wide, like I’d said the craziest thing in the world.
“You serious? You can do that?” his voice shook, like he couldn’t believe it.
“I’ll let you,” I whispered, with a mischievous little smile.
I went back to sucking, now with more eagerness, more focus. My hand worked frantically, sliding up and down his cock, while my mouth zeroed in on the head, sucking with pressure, tongue teasing the underside, because I knew that made guys cum fast from the videos I’d seen. He moaned louder, fingers gripping the sheets, breath all ragged. The way he shook, thighs going rigid, fingers clenching… he was close.
And then it happened out of nowhere. He pushed me away quick, leaving me confused. I blinked, looking at him, not getting it. “Huh? He was supposed to cum in my mouth…” But then he started jerking off super fast, like he’d lost all control. Neck thrown back, eyes rolling, mouth open with rough, desperate moans.
He grabbed my chin and pulled me close to his cock, with this crazy urgency.
“Open your mouth, come on… open!”
I opened without thinking. And then it came.
The first spurt caught me off guard, hot and thick, hitting right under my nose, dripping into my mouth. The second hit my cheek straight on, hot and sticky, a white trail running down the corner of my lips. And the rest… the rest he aimed right, and I felt the hot, thick liquid pooling on my tongue, sliding slow down my throat.
I stayed there, frozen, feeling that warmth in my mouth, exploring the taste, the texture. My heart pounded, and a shiver ran up my spine. I’d never experienced that before. Never felt a guy come undone like that in my mouth. I looked at him, still shaking, catching his breath, and smiled, running my tongue over my lips, savoring the moment. That was it. I liked watching a guy lose control like that because of me.
We burst out laughing, the vibe light, our bodies still hot, my face sticky with his cum. Jokes flew easy, the horniness mixed with the laugh of knowing we’d done something good.
“At least it didn’t get in your eye,” he joked, laughing as he wiped my cheek with his fingers.
“Worse if it was in my hair,” I shot back, making a face. “Then I’d have to shower and wash it.”
He laughed, running his hand over my waist, pulling me close.
“But so… did you like it?”
I licked my lips, still tasting him, that warmth sticking in my mouth, sliding slow down my throat.
“I loved it,” I said, without a second thought.
He looked at me with a naughty glint in his eyes, breath still uneven, his cock still half-hard brushing my belly.
“And you wanna fuck?”
Damn. My whole body screamed yes. I wanted to. My clit throbbed, my pussy was hot, wet, aching for it. But at the same time, I knew it would hurt. I’d felt that earlier today. Still, I couldn’t let this chance slip.
For the second time, my shorts slid to the floor, and I turned, leaning face-first against the washing machine, feeling the cold metal against my hot skin. A shiver ran up my spine. He came up behind me, his hard cock rubbing my ass, hot, throbbing. His chest pressed to my back, hand sliding over my waist. I was ready for him to just shove it in, but the skinny sneaky bastard surprised me.
He got down behind me, grabbed my ass with both hands and spread it wide, fingers exploring my soft skin, exposing me all to him. I felt his hot breath there, so close to my entrance, and then the first lick came.
“Fuck, that’s good!” I let out, voice shaking with the shiver that hit my whole body.
He chuckled low and kept going, his wet tongue exploring, kissing, sucking every bit of my ass and pussy. I moaned loud, no shame at all. Fuck if anyone inside heard, fuck if the whole world knew. There was no one home to stop me from screaming in pleasure.
When he shoved his tongue in my asshole, I lost it. The bus guy had played there before and I’d loved it, but Pedro seemed even more dedicated, more focused, more perverted. For a second, I thought about asking him to stick his dick in there, but fear stopped me. Everyone says it hurts, you need lube, without it, no way. And we didn’t have anything but my dripping wetness. But my slutty pose stayed put. I arched my back more, pushing my ass into his face. And he took it. He spread me wider with his hands, licked me all over, his mouth switching between my ass and my soaked pussy. The moans came on their own, loud, desperate, my whole body melting from pleasure.
Then he did the right thing.
He moved his mouth to my clit and started sucking hard, right on it, rhythmic, like he was born to do it. My eyes rolled back, my body went limp, my legs started to buckle. With every suck, I felt a hot wave rising from my belly, building, piling up like a storm about to break. I was gonna cum. And I wanted more.
“Pedro, fuck me…” I whispered hoarse, mouth open, body already surrendered. “Real slow, okay? I’m a virgin, don’t forget.”
The lie came easy, but inside I laughed. Little did he know I’d already gotten fucked earlier, just because he showed up late. He thought he’d be the first, and I let him believe it. What a sucker.
Now it was just waiting for the thrust. And it came hard.
God, it hurt. It was like I’d become a virgin again. The same pain as the first time, but with an extra burn, stinging in an unbearable way. My breath caught, my eyes widened, and without realizing, tears started streaming.
“Stop, stop! Let me breathe!”
I was shaking, knees weak, body tense, head spinning. Pedro hadn’t even gotten the head in yet, and it already felt like I was being torn in two.
“Pull out, pull out!”
I tried to ease the pain by spitting in my hand, rubbing it at the entrance, trying to get it wetter. But the burn kept going, intense, right at the edge, like my pussy was saying don’t come in, fuck!
But I had to break this pussy in for good, right? If I wanted to fuck, this had to happen eventually. The way was to tough it out. Weirdly, the first time it hadn’t hurt like this. It caught me off guard, and I almost quit. But fuck it, I wasn’t backing down now.
I took a deep breath, gripped the washing machine, and arched again. Pedro, patient, held my waist firm and tried once more, this time slow. The spit helped it slide, and even with the burn, it went in easier. I stayed there, feeling his hot skin sliding inside me, filling me up, and tried to focus on the pleasure.
I tried to compare it to the other time, see which cock felt better inside me. But before my mind could decide, Pedro picked up the pace, and any rational thought vanished. He held me firm, thrusting faster, each one deeper, harder, taking me straight to the edge.
And then, the bastard did something that drove me wild: he put the tip of his finger on my asshole and started pressing there, slow, teasing, playing. My body reacted instantly, a hot shock running up my spine, my pussy pulsing around his cock.
“Fuck me, Pedro! Fuck me!” I begged, desperate, my voice hoarse from moaning.
And Pedro fucked, shoving hard, with force, holding me like I was his. The sound of our skin slapping echoed in the laundry room, the washing machine rocking a little, like it knew it was being used for something besides dirty clothes.
Each thrust took my breath away, the head of his cock hitting deep, spreading the pain through my body in a good way, a way that made me want more.
“Fuck, fuck…” I moaned, couldn’t stop, giving myself completely to him.
My head turned back, horniness mixed with frustration, urgency taking over.
“Fuck, Pedro! Shove your finger in my ass, you idiot!”
He laughed, and before I could say anything else, I felt his finger sliding slow inside. My body froze for a second, and then a shiver shook me all over.
Fuck, that was what I needed.