I made him promise to goon for me…

Andy’s fingers pulled gently on my thong.

The lace clung to my skin for a moment, the elastic stretching before it began to slide. I felt his breath on the very top of my pussy first, a gentle caress of sensation that made me shiver. I hadn’t realised how wet I was until the fabric clung to me, a faint tacky pull that made my stomach tighten.

What the fuck was I doing?

The answer, of course, was letting one of my best guy friends see exactly how wet and sticky my pussy lips had gotten from teasing him.

I remained where I was, letting him do it, hearing a soft exhale of air as he lowered the thong by another fraction of an inch. When the lace finally slipped past my clit I couldn’t help the noise that came out of me; a small, undeniably aroused moan, my body responding to how exposed I suddenly felt. My underwear rested mid-thigh now, Andy’s fingers still holding the strings as though unsure whether to let go.

“Andy…” I whispered, my voice rougher and needier than I expected.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“You can look properly now.”

He let go of the lace and I knew he was staring at the way my lips parted slightly as I held myself open, how the skin glistened faintly under the warm lamplight. I lifted my hips a fraction more, putting myself fully on display. The couch creaked underneath me. My thighs trembled with the effort.

“Do you like what you see?” I said, still facing forward, pretending to be calmer than I felt.

“I…don’t know what to say,” he whispered. “Yes. Your ass is fucking amazing…”

I heard the rustle of fabric and knew instantly what it was; his body shifting, his jeans tightening painfully around his cock, the friction probably unbearable. I didn’t look back, not yet, but my imagination filled in what my eyes couldn’t: the shape of his cock, hard and strained and pressing against denim.

“Remember what you promised,” I said quietly.

He didn’t move.

“Andy,” I said again, firmer this time. “You promised you’d goon for me.”

I slid one hand back between my legs, just enough for him to see my fingers rest gently against the line of my pussy.

It felt amazing.

“Fuck,” I felt him straighten up behind me. “Okay.”

My body reacted before my mind did, my pussy clenched and unclenching again right in front of him, no longer hidden by the fabric of my thong. I wanted to dip my fingers inside myself and start fucking myself for him right there, but I forced my hand to remain still against my smooth lips.

And then finally it came; the click of a belt, the zip coming down. I didn’t turn, but I could feel him behind me, the presence of his body leaning forward, the faint brush of air that meant he’d put his cock in his hand and was stroking it once or twice, just gently, getting used to the fact that I was right there, open for him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, barely audible, like he wasn’t talking to me but to himself. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

I dragged my fingertip across myself again. The resulting sound was wet and obscene, and I momentarily felt embarrassed, wondering just what the fuck I was doing acting like this. Then the hornyness took over again and I realised I didnt give a fuck.

“You need to stroke for me,” I said, my voice cracking just slightly. “Properly. I want to hear it.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trapping my hand between them, just for the pressure. My pussy ached for more than my own fingers, but I held myself back, wanting to draw it out. To make us both suffer a little more.

“Are you gooning for me yet?” I whispered.

His strokes faltered just a moment, and then resumed faster. That was all the answer I needed. I could practically feel his gaze burning into the back of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the swollen lips of my pussy.

“You can’t cum,” I said. “Not yet. Cumming and gooning aren't the same thing, and if you cum without permission…I’ll stop showing you anything. Ever.”

“That’s cruel…” he whispered, but the speed of his strokes slowed, then steadied again, controlled and disciplined in a way that made my pussy pulse. I spread my lips with two fingers so he could see everything, then ran a fingertip slowly over my clit, barely touching it, enough to make my hips jerk.

He made a noise. I smiled into the cushion.

“Good boy,” I murmured.

His rhythm stuttered again, and I smiled at how easily those words affected him.I pulled my hand away from myself and brought my fingers to my mouth, licking them slowly, letting him hear every second.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, voice shaking.

“Keep stroking,” I said, my voice low and steady now, my fingers returning to my clit and making small circles. “Nice and slow. You’re not allowed to finish until I decide.”

I shifted my hips back toward him, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from me but not quite touch. “Andy,” I said quietly. “You need to goon harder for me.”

The pace of his strokes quickened instantly, the sound louder now. I pushed back another inch, close enough to feel the heat of him against my ass, close enough all he would need to do would be to grab my hips and pull me backwards and his cock would be deep inside me, turning my brain off and making me squeal and moan and drool and–

My whole body shivered at the thought. I felt myself clench hard, my breath catching, my body desperate to push past the edge I’d been holding myself at for too long.

“Don’t cum,” I whispered again. “But don’t stop.”

He didn’t answer. He just groaned, barely holding on. I was close to cumming too, but I couldn’t let it happen yet. Not without…

“Andy,” I whispered. “Do you want to see my tits?”

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his movements slowing down even further. “Yes. Please.”

I turned without hesitation, rolling onto my back, the jeans still tangled around my shins, my thighs parted and damp, my chest rising and falling. My top was stretched tight over my breasts, the fabric doing little to hide the fact that my nipples were already hard enough to show through.

“You really want to see them?” I asked, my voice low.

“Yes,” he said instantly, almost before I’d finished the sentence. “I’ve…always wanted to.”

I reached for the hem of my top, holding it poised just beneath my ribs. I didn’t pull it up yet.

“Keep stroking,” I said quietly.

“Sarah…” he breathed.

“Say it,” I whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

He swallowed hard. His cheeks were flushed, but his voice was steady when he answered.

“I want to see your tits,” he said. “Please.”

I lifted the shirt slowly, inch by inch, exposing the soft underside of each breast first. I paused just under my nipples, teasing myself just as much as him.

“Good boy,” I murmured, watching his jaw tighten.

Then I raised the top the rest of the way.

My breasts spilled free, heavy and round, nipples hard and begging for attention. They bounced slightly when they fell against my chest, and I let out a breath. Andy let out a low groan, like he’d been punched in the gut.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, voice cracking.

I cupped one breast in my hand and squeezed gently. My nipple hardened even further at my own touch and I let out a quiet sound, half-moan, half-exhale.

“You’ve thought about these before,” I said. “Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he said.

I arched my back slightly, pushing my breasts higher, giving him more to see.

“How many?” I asked. “Once? Twice?”

He let out a shaky laugh, breathless, embarrassed. “More,” he admitted. “Way more.”

I slid both hands to my breasts now, pushing them together, feeling the weight of them, the way the nipples brushed each other when I squeezed. The sensitivity made my thighs clench instinctively. I spread my legs wider, exposing everything again, feeling the wetness gather and glisten.

“I need to make myself cum now.”

I slid two fingers between my pussy lips again, then brought them to my clit, working myself faster. I wasn’t teasing myself anymore, I was losing control, and Andy’s eyes widened as he watched me, his gaze moving between my thighs as I worked. His hand sped up slightly and I reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him from stroking.

“Sarah, what the fuck–”

“Shhh,” I whispered, moving my fingers of my other hand faster against my clit, my body jerking slightly with each pass. I spread my legs wider still. “You can watch me cum, but you have to hold it.”

“Sarah, please…” he begged, trying to move his hand. “Please let me cum…”

“Fuck,” I said, breath shaking as I rubbed myself faster. “It’s so hot when you beg. I’m so close.”

My breath came harder, faster. My back arched again. I closed my eyes and rubbed, my fingers soaked, my thighs shaking against the restraint of the jeans, my breasts bouncing with each shuddering breath.

“You’re fucking evil,” Andy said, watching the pleasure build inside me as I denied him his. “I want your tits in my mouth,” he said, voice ragged. “I want to feel your thighs around my head. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t think straight.”

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered. “Fuck, Andy… I’m going to cum…”

My orgasm was intense, my back arching and my tits bouncing, my body writhing, letting him watch as his best friend squirmed and moaned and acted like a total slut beneath him, all the time keeping my left hand clamped around his wrist. I let the sounds of my orgasm come. I didn’t try to hide them. I wanted him to hear.

When I finally opened my eyes again, he was staring at me.

His cock was still hard.

He hadn’t cum.

And it thrilled me.

I lifted my fingers to my mouth and held his gaze, our eyes locking. I gently took his hand away from his cock and maintained eye contact as I extended my tongue and placed my glistening fingers on it, tasting myself, closing my eyes in pleasure as I tasted the mess I had made. I wrapped my lips around my fingers and sucked them slowly, moving them in and out of my mouth and licking them clean, opening my eyes and meeting his gaze.

That's when he started to cum.

I hadn’t expected it, I didn’t even know it was possible, but I must have pushed him too far, because the first rope hit my chest and face simultaneously, exploding over my naked body in desperate spasms, the feel of it, the knowledge of what I had done to him making my hips convulse all over again, load after load covering my tits and pussy.

“Oh my god,” I squealed, my eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pleasure. “Andy!”

“Fuck,” he said again, slumping back against the couch, breathing hard, wiped out like he’d forgotten how to move his limbs.

I stayed where I was for a moment, letting the pulse in my thighs ease, the aftershocks working through me in slow waves. My top was still tucked up under my chin, my jeans tangled at my calves, and his cum coating my breasts and stomach.

“Not bad,” I said quietly, my voice still unsteady from the orgasm, “But I told you not to cum…”

“Fuck, Sarah. I’m so sorry. But you were–”

“It’s okay,” I said, running my finger through his cum and playing with it against my still-hard nipples. “It just means you have to be punished.”

“Punished?” he asked.

“Yup. Next time you have to use your mouth, okay?” [email protected]

[Happy New Year everyone!]