the beatles smut

john pt.1

*you're sitting next to john on his couch, watching a movie. it's just the two of you tonight.*

he yawns and stretches, using this as an excuse to wrap his thin yet muscular arm around me.

i laugh lightly "awh, c'mon! that's the oldest trick in the book" but i lean in a bit closer anyway.

"old but effective" he chuckles. 

i try to concentrate on the movie but all i can think about is how his hand holds me so tightly and how he wets his lips every so often. i shift a bit closer, practically on his lap now. 

he glances at me and mumbles "a bit antsy tonight, are we?" his voice is so soft and deep and comforting...

"yeah ahhha,,, i guess so..."

suddenly he reaches his free arm to cup my chin. my heart races as i stare into his eyes.

we both crash together in a passionate kiss

the kiss deepens as we push and pull against each other, wrapping arms and tangling legs.

suddenly i can't contain myself anymore, and i swing myself to face him, straddling one of his long legs. he catches me easily and moves his hands to my waist. we continue to make-out, intensity growing.

he inches his hand to the waistband of my skirt and tugs at my sweater to untuck it slightly. i take the hint and lean back to remove it. his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra. he tosses it aside and begins palming my breasts softly.

he moves his mouth slowly to my neck where he suckles and occasionally nibbles my ear. 

i start to shake slightly as my panties get more and more wet. i rock back and forth on his knee, moaning softly. 

he leans back momentarily to shake off his jacket and pull off his t-shirt, revealing his broad chest and strong core.

i begin to roll my pussy on his thigh again, and this time he takes notice. 

"do you want to...?" he asks.

"yes but-- but there's something i need to tell you first." i say, unsure. 

"what is it, little girl? oh, don't tell me you have crabs! it'd ruin the whole night, wouldn't it?" he jokes.

i playfully smack his arm. "i'm serious john!"

"okay, okay. what is it?" he says, clasping his hands around my small waist. 

"i- i'm a virgin." i blush and look away.

"is that so?" he raises an eyebrow. 

"yeah... if-- if that's a turn-off for you-"

"now when did i say that? it's certainly not a turn-off my dear!" he lifts my face back up to meet his kind eyes. "i'll be gentle, i swear it."

"well, that's just the thing" i say, even more nervous. 

"what's that?"

"i may be a virgin, but kinda... know what i like." i bite my lip, trying not to blush. 

"oh?" he moves both his hands up my thighs, and leaves one thumb resting on my clit.

"yeah." i say, then take one of his hands, kiss it, and move it to my throat. 

"i see. you think you like it rough, then?" his other hand continues rubbing my thigh. 

"y-yes. is that okay with you?"

the hand around my neck tightens unexpectedly. i couldn't help but cry out "oh, daddy!" 

he eyes me mischievously. "you sure you're a virgin and not a little slut?" 

i inhale sharply. "no i-- i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to call you that."

"oh don't apologize to me! i quite liked it actually."

"really?" my eyes widen.

he takes my hand, kisses it (almost mockingly), and places it on his already hard cock. 

"really."

we collide once again, with my hand palming his dick through his trousers and his hand rubbing my pussy through my panties. he places his other hand around my neck again, making me moan with pleasure. 

"please, daddy." my voice is just above a whisper. "please-- choke me. pull my hair. it gets me so wet"

he doesn't do either. instead he begins to quickly unbutton my skirt, leaving me gasping with the lasting euphoria from his once tight grip on my throat.

i come to my senses as he is shimmying off my skirt for me. i get up from his leg to remove it fully as he undoes his pants and slides them off, removing his boxers as well. i slowly pull my panties down and kick them to the side. 

"oh my god baby girl, you're so small." he groans as he pulls me onto his lap.

"i like it when you call me baby girl. " i straddle both his legs now, narrowly missing his dick as i settle in, teasing him.

we make out again, this time i begin to kiss his neck and chest, pulling back only to say "daddy please touch me. any part of me just--- touch me please."

he obliges, running his hands up and down my back, sending chills with them. i whine quietly in his ear and move my hand to his throbbing cock. i pump it slowly, still unsure of myself. 

"oh, baby. could you- could you do something for daddy?"

"yes, anything." i'm breathless

"suck on it baby. i'll show you how."

i nod and gingerly lower myself to my knees. i begin to put it in my mouth, but i can only get the head in at first. 

"that's it honey. keep going like that. in and out." 

he places his hand on the back of my head, pulling and pushing. i gag slightly, but quickly recover. i start to suck on his dick, and he gasps as precum spurts into my mouth. i was uncertain what to do so i spit it out. john laughs.

"i'm so sorry, i didn't know what to do and now it's on the floor and-" he silences me by lifting me back up to his chest.

"don't worry about it baby, i've got it, you're fine." 

john lowers me onto the couch, lazily pumping his cock as he sits back to observe my body. he then leans over me, his full muscular torso hovering over my quivering figure. 

i gasp in surprise as he  plunges his middle finger inside of me, my hips bucking. he smirks and then add in his ring finger as well. 

"oh my fucking god, you're so tight... and so wet. jesus, this really is your first time." he remarks as he pumps his digits in and out of me. 

when he attempts to place is pointer finger inside me with the others, my eyes roll back in pain. he soothes me with "i've got to stretch you out baby girl, otherwise i won't fit." i bite my lip and nod. 

"yes but, unh, i like  it daddy." i clutch his back and hide my face in the crook of his neck. 

i see his eyebrows furrow as he pulls me back to look at me. "you like-- ? you mean you enjoy the pain?"