SSS: Short Smut Stories

Sneak In - Pt. 3

Eagerly, and as quick as I could -knowing that we probably shouldn't miss anymore class- I transferred my two fingers from my mouth to his waistband. A string of spit had stretched and snapped back onto my face.

His nose wrinkled as he cringed at the spit on my chin. I thought it best just to ignore him while I awkwardly reached under his left arm and around his back to pull his band away from his body so I could successfully retain all the spit I had artfully tongued onto my fingers.

The displeased look he had on his face disappeared the moment I slipped inside him. He was almost boiling inside...so fucking hot and tight.

We groaned at the same time while I stretched my fingers straight. I could hardly move my fingers as he pulsed around them. His hot breath hit my neck and I twitched in my pants.

"Oh my god, I can't wait to have my dick in here. This totally beats a pocket pussy," then without skipping a beat, "put your fucking foot up on the toilet Owen."

At this point he was panting as I pumped in and out, so he had a hard time reacting to anything but my fingers. He did nothing so I forcibly grabbed his tan leg and hoisted it up on the toilet.

Instantly I was able to go deeper inside him, pushing as hard as I could and spreading my fingers to the best of my ability. Still I couldn't believe the burning sensation I was getting in my fingers. His, for lack of a better phrase, boy pussy, was boiling hot.

"Ah, ah oh shit." He struggled to stay composed. I could see his cock sideways in his gray shorts, nearly escaping the "cotton prison".

"Oh man, you're such a little pussy. What happens if I do this huh?" I took my fingers out, slicker than butter. Aggressively I spit on a group of three, bundled them up, and then shoved them back inside of Owen to continue.

To my surprise, he made a girly sound so I wiggled around just to see what else I could get out of him.

"Fuck, Jesus just fuck me, cmonnn," he begged, more desperate than I'd ever
seen him.

"No can do, my work here is almost done, c'mere." I coaxed him foreword by just curling my fingers. He leaned closer to hear what I had to say.

"You're so fucking hot, and..." I reached inside of his shorts to yank out his hard on, "this right here," thumbing the tip of him, swirling around his wetness, "is just, for me." And as I finger fucked him even harder he bit onto my shoulder. He attempted to mumble something, sounding like, "ngh, yo hab to sollow!"

I panicked for a brief moment, realizing he was right. We couldn't just walk out of here with cum on us. Water was the enemy in this situation.

Through a mess of oh no's and fucks I slipped out of him and painfully dropped on the ground. In that moment though, after landing my kneecaps on the painfully hard tile flooring, I realized he'd never been in my mouth. It has always been the opposite. Whether or not this was a trick to get me to suck him off, I was going to do him the favor anyway.

So, in one foul swoop I took him into my mouth. He was bigger in this scenario. My dentist had always claimed I have a small mouth, but it wasn't until then that I realized it.

Owen released a chant of fucks, and thrusted into my throat just once and then came. It felt just like shooting Gatorade down your throat from a twisty cap bottle.

His whole body slouched, exhausted after being finger fucked to a peak. He smiled lazily, hair falling into his face and as I gawked at him. I swallowed and let him slip from my mouth.