Thread: The Swap [JohnD and Sigr]

The feeling of that thick, meaty cock pressing up against his wet pussy had his face going red, and had moans pouring out of his mouth before he knew it. Feeling the hard shaft grind up against his clit with wreckless abandon, her dick aggressively fucking his thighs, he couldn't help but feel like he was being used. It was partly unromantic and off-putting, but also part insanely hot. Laura using him in the exact way that he had wanted to use her, something about it just turned him on, his hand reaching down to rub at the little nub that sent pleasure coursing through his body. With how massive it was, William was glad they weren't fucking, but at the same time, there was something gnawing at him to let that beast slip in. For it fill him up, and scratch that deep itch. For now, this would do though, the combined pleasure of his fingers toying with his clit, and her cock humping against him with little regard. He could feel that she was getting close, and so was William. He wanted to talk dirty to her, the way they do in the porn he watched F-fuck, you feel so good baby. You going to come on me? Show me who I belong to, who that pussy belongs to? His words often interrupted by a moan, or a soft squeal of pleasure. Eventually, like her, he could only last so long his body body shock and shuddered hard beneath her, loud moans in bliss escaping his lips, and his pussy convulsing, trying to tighten around something. Waves of pleasure racking his body as his eyes rolled back in his head. She could feel this thick cock pulsing as she came as well. His body twitching down below her softly, his face entirely flushed red, his body feeling like it was on fire. He looked like he was in total bliss, an entirely satisfied smile on his face through the panting. Fuck, that was good. Coming down from his high, William sensed the embarrassment and nervousness in the air from each of them. Feeling her semen on him made him a little uncomfortable and he didn't want to get it on her bed I'm going to go clean up. standing up from the bed and walking into her connected bathroom, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Grabbing some toilet paper and wiping it off of him, he started wondering why either of them should feel this way. All their friends had already done more with each other, both of them wanted this, both of them enjoyed what they were doing. It annoyed him that he felt shameful for letting Laura use his pussy like that, that he felt embarrassed for talking dirty to her, but it didn't annoy him that he felt nervous. He was truly frightened over what kind of reaction Laura could have. He knew her and how sheltered and vanilla she'd been her whole life, this could discourage her from doing something like that again. In the end it was his fault he caused the fight that gave her his dick, he got her hard by being over the top with the 'fashion-show', he started jacking her off, and he encouraged her to use his pussy. When he was done wiping the sticky, warm substance off, he threw it in the toilet and flushed before re-entering the room, sitting down next to her. He decided he'd try to encourage her, to let her know everything she did was normal. He placed his hand on her thigh and lightly rubbed her soft skin, looking into her eyes, he spoke with a gentle tone. I really like what we did, and I want to do it more. It made me feel really good, and uhm, well I want to make sure you're satisfied also. You know, when I had the dick I was really trying to push you into doing all kinds of things, handjobs, blowjobs, sex, 'cause it was hard living with it and not having someone to do that stuff with. It was really frustrating and it caused a lot of fights, and I don't want that to happen to you. I know how it is living with it, and if you're not going to be open like I was, it's just going to end up in a lot of uhm, resentment and stuff. Just, I wanted you to do it, I want more stuff like that to happen again because it feels good, and you don't have to be embarrassed, it's better letting it out than keeping it in like I did. He took a deep breath, his cheeks feeling hot as he started saying this next part, the blush on his face visible I also feel, like, really close to you right now? Like your, uhm, your girlfriend, or something. I mean not your girlfriend, but, whatever. I just really like spending time with you, I have for years but especially now and I don't want those feelings getting in the way of us getting close. We both know how bad it gets, so, just be open like I was and I'll make sure we don't argue or fight or get mad over that. William didn't really know how to phrase the relationship, he certainly wasn't her boyfriend, he felt more like a girlfriend but was that even the right term? He was still a boy, just without the equipment, but labels obviously didn't matter. It was clear from his actions and words that he wanted to be exclusive to her. His words also rang true, showing just how frightened he was that she'd keep her sexual desires bottled in, and how it'd lead to another tear in the friendship that he desperately needed right now. William was once just as kind and sheltered as Laura, without the growing influence in his pants they were just as close as they were now. However, their interests divulged when William started pressing for things she wasn't ready for. She saw first hand the transformation when he didn't get what he wanted, how that ruined what they had. William wanted to make sure that didn't happen again. It couldn't, even if he had to be more open than he would want to be. The hand on her thigh moving away as he finished speaking to her. He thought about lunch and them needing to get ready. In truth, he felt wonderful after that, and just wanted to lay in bed all day with her. So, what now? Maybe we can shower together, and head for lunch? Or I can go home and shower, we can just chill out. I don't really mind, I just want to be around you. It was oddly strange how the roles had to reverse for William to get what he wanted, but he supposed having a pussy that got some action from Laura was better than having a dick that got none. He of course would prefer having the dick, and getting the action, but that wasn't an option - at least not yet.