Butch - Mike’s story

Jessie on the other hand looked like she'd had the best nights sleep in history.

She was glowing.

She couldn't stop smiling.

It looked like she was vibrating with happiness.

She looked utterly, radiantly glorious.

Max and dad didn't notice. Mom gave her a couple of suspicious looks over her coffee but didn't say anything. When no one was looking she caught me eye and smiled slyly. Then I felt her bare foot rubbing against my leg, my eyes widened in surprise and she smiled again before quickly engaging mom in conversation. As she talked her foot rubbed higher and higher until I could feel her toes touching my balls. I looked around the table in a panic but no one seemed to notice that Jessie now had both feet in my lap, playing with my cock, stroking it with her toes, pawing at my balls.

My cock was starting to get hard from her attention, I casually dropped my hands into my lap, wrapped her feet around my cock and stroked myself with them. This earnt me a glare from Jessie and I responded by tickling the sole of her foot, which made her reflexively jerk it back and accidentally banged it against the table. The sudden noise surprised everyone and she and I both blushed a little feeling naughty.

Luckily breakfast was almost over and Jessie covered for us by standing and offering to clear the table. Max joined in and I watched as she took a long time bending over while facing me, giving me a long look at her fine tits as she scraped the leftover food and stacked the plates.

As she and Max then left the breakfast table she casually snapped her fingers and pointed down. I looked at her ass as she sauntered out of the kitchen an extra wiggle in her walk, at the bottom of the stairs she looked back, caught me staring lewdly, shook her head in mock admonishment, flicked the bottom of her jersey up to give me a teasing glimpse of her panties and winked at me.

I blushed hard and nearly choked on my coffee.

She laughed before she could stop herself and turned quickly to head up the stairs just as mom looked up.

After another cup of coffee to get myself under control and I helped clear away the plates and made my way upstairs. I had a vague idea I'd grab a shower and head to the garage to get a few hours guitar practice since I had no other plans.

As I got to my room I noticed the door was open, looking around no one was inside and nothing looked like it had been moved. As I moved further into the room I noticed a pair of baby pink lace panties, scrunched up and half stuffed between my pillows.

I couldn't help but grin.

I picked them up and felt how wet they were, I put them to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of her pussy flooded my nose, it was an intense head rush, I felt a little dizzy. I inhaled deeply again and had to sit down because the room had started to spin round around lazily.

I heard her sexy, flirty giggle and looked round to see Jessie peeking at me in the doorway, blushing hard and looking like a naughty schoolgirl. She had on one of Max's football jerseys and (as I held her soaking wet panties in my hand) nothing underneath. She eased inside the room and closed the door, standing there with her back to it. She had one foot on the floor and as I watched she raised the other and bent her knee so her foot was against the door. This position made the jersey ride up and nearly expose her pussy. As I watched she played with the hem, teasing me with glimpses of her sex, toying with it and me, seeming to bask in the attention.

Taking a chance I stood and quickly went over to her. She placed a hand firmly on my chest and shook her head. I pushed towards her until her hand was sandwiched between us and I was so closed I could feel the heat radiating from her.

"Max?" I questioned.

"In the shower" she replied with a smile.

Max was notorious for how long he took to get ready. I had timed him a number of times and the fastest time I recorded from him locking to unlocking the bathroom door was an hour.

Swear to God. 60 fucking minutes.

She looked up at me, breathing heavily, blushing hard, lips shining, eyes sparkling. I could feel her breath on my face, I could smell her intoxicating scent, all I had to do was lean in and kiss those beautiful bee stung lips and she would be mine...

And I couldn't do it.

She sensed my hesitation, my inner conflict and subtly took control. She ran her free hand through my hair slowly, tenderly, there was something very intimate in the gesture and I closed my eyes and my head rolled back as she ran her ran through my hair again.

The next time she ran her hand through my hair I stepped back and gave us some breathing space. She gasped for air as I didn't realise I had been crushing her against the door.

She smiled at my pliant state and quickly shucked off the football jersey. Her tits weren't huge but they were mouthwatering on her petite frame. I stared in undisguised lust, she squeezed them together and they sprang apart, she pulled in her nipples making her writhe and moan in pleasure, she lifted them up and let them bounce back down in the best titty drop I had ever seen.

She giggled and did it again, her beautiful tits bouncing up and down, then standing firm and proud.

When she saw my eyes glaze over and the unmistakable bulge in my shorts she raised and arm over her head and beckoned me forwards. In a daze I went towards her and she again ran her fingers through my hair, this time holding the back of my head she directed my face away from her tits and into her bare, beautiful arm pit.

"I haven't showered yet" she whispered as I breathed her in deeply. I moaned softly at her words and she giggled that sexy, flirty giggle as my breath tickled her.

"Clean me." She muttered quietly.

I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and licked her pit. It had the residual taste of her sweat from yesterday.

She cooed quietly in encouragement.

I licked her over and over until the taste had gone and my spit was now mixing with fresh clean sweat from her arousal. I didn't realise that I was moaning as I licked. My hands went to her perfect tits and cupped and squeezed them gently, stroking and caressing as I licked her pit, her moans louder now, nipples harder. Effortlessly Jessie moved my face to her other pit and the ritual began all over again. The feel of her shaved arm pit was very different to anything I had experienced before, it was slightly rough against my tongue but that just made it better.

Satisfied she pulled me away and we faced each other, both blushing hard, both breathing deeply.

"Good boy" she whispered as my thumbs circled her achingly hard nipples, teasing them with my nails.

I smiled in reply.

Suddenly a look of pain crossed her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

The look of pain retuned again and she bit her lip.

"I need to pee" she whispered, too embarrassed to look at me.

It took a moment to understand the situation, she needed to pee but Max had locked the shared bathroom and dad was in my parents en-suite. Jessie had started to do the telltale fidget dance that suggested that she wouldn't make it to the downstairs toilet.

"I'm desperate Mikey."

"Help me."

"Please..."

"Please..."

"Oh fuck please..." she did that squirming 'got to pee' dance again.

I sank to my knees in front of her, she tilted my head back and hooked her knees over my shoulders, her back against the door. She wiggled a little to get herself into position, her hands on my head to help her balance.

We stared at each other for a second, then she groaned and I felt the first stream of hot, acrid, tangy piss fill my mouth. The stream was so fast I nearly choked, some of it spilt out of my mouth and ran down my face and chest. I tried my best to swallow as fast as I could to stop myself from drowning or spilling anymore piss on the floor. Jessie had her eyes closed and head back, sighing in deep satisfaction at taking a long held and desperately needed piss.

When she had finished she tried to wiggle off me but I held her in place firmly. "What are you doing?" She whispered "everyone is awake, someone will hear us!" In response I licked her pussy long and deep and she moaned helplessly as I pinned her with my tongue. In this position I could lift her up and let gravity do part of the work, so I speared her up and down on my tongue until her legs shook and her whispered protestations had turned to that sexy babbling mixed with whimpers and sighs that I loved so much. With this angle I curved my tongue up to stroke top of her inner wall, noticing a difference in texture, this spot felt more spongy and Jessie groaned deeply as I licked her there, her grip on my hair grew tighter and she started to shiver and squeak "oh there, oh there you lovely boy, there, there, there!!!"

With a deep grunt she came and pussy juice squirted out, drenching my face and chest. She was shuddering and writhing desperate to get away from the overwhelmingly ecstatic agony of her first g-spot orgasm. As gently as I could I laid her down on the floor and covered her with my duvet until she had calmed down and stopped shaking.

She lay there for what seemed like a long time. We stayed there staring at each other, smiling.

The spell was broken by Max pounding at the door and yelling "bathroom's free!"

Alarmed Jessie sprung up like she had been electrocuted and frantically pulled on her top and panties before scurrying towards the bathroom, head down, shoulders hunched.

I lay there in a daze, my mouth and nose filled with the taste of her pussy and her piss.

What just happened?

The rest of the day passed by in a daze, I cleaned up the mess of piss and pussy juice on the floor as best I could and waited until everyone else had left before I showered and got dressed. I was so mixed up I didn't think I could face anyone. I spent a few hours listlessly practicing in the garage before announcing that I was heading out.

I walked to a nearby bar and had a few beers while I watched the game on TV, I wasn't hungry and I knew that mom suspected something so my best course of action was to avoid everyone as I knew I couldn't hide the fact that something had happened between me and Jessie.

A few hours later and I had a good buzz on, the top shelf was looking tempting as were Suze and Liz, two girls from school.

After Jessie and Max had their big fight I had noticed Jessie had begun to hang out with Suze and Liz. I saw them together at some of my gigs. I thought about going over and talking to them but I was still really mixed up about Jessie, I mean we obviously weren't exclusive, given she was dating my brother, but at the same time we did seem to have something and I didn't want to risk whatever this was. Reluctantly I decided to do the right thing and paid up my tab, ignoring their flirty stares and headed home. I was hopeful that everyone would be in bed and no one was waiting for me when I got back.

That hope proved to be misplaced.

Mom was still up when I got back and gave me a grilling about what was going on between Jessie and me. I denied everything and did my best to sound innocent and confused (the confused part came easy thanks to the beers). She left with a warning about 'getting too close' I sighed and slumped down on the sofa, if only she knew how close we were already!

Feeling drained I barely made it up the stairs to bed.

I had just enough energy to strip to my shorts before I face planted the bed.

There was no knock on the wall that night.

In the cold light of day I woke to find a pair of worn panties had been left in the same place as this morning. I jerked off with them covering my face, breathing in the smell as I quietly moaned, then used them to clean up my cum. Seeing that both Max and Jessie were already downstairs I snuck into their room and stashed the cum stained panties in Jessie's overnight bag.

After a subdued breakfast, dad and Max took Jessie home and I decided to get some laps in the local pool. Swimming has always been peaceful, once I get into my rhythm it's easy for me to zone out. Once I had finished I felt worn out but happy to have stopped thinking about Jessie. I was noticeably happier for the rest of the day and most of Monday until Max and Jessie came back after practice.

As I mentioned, once it was clear they were getting serious both mom and dad started working late Monday and Wednesday to give them a few hours of privacy.

However today was different as mom was already home by the time I got back and was working on her laptop in the kitchen. I guess she was still suspicious and so decided to come home early and keep an eye on things. She certainly had a face like thunder as she tapped away furiously. Wisely I made her a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies and retreated to my room to study. Max and Jessie had evidently decided to do the same as the only sounds coming through the shared wall were questions about homework and the occasional reminder for Max to keep his hands to himself.

Wednesday was the same. Mom already home and typing so hard I thought her fingers were going to stab through the poor keyboard and embed themselves into the countertop.

Mom's icy rage continued all week so Jessie took the hint and didn't stay over Friday, which worked for me as I had a gig.

To my surprise Jessie was there with Zak, Suze and Liz, a couple of rows from the front. She dressed in what I thought of as her gig outfit (tartan micro mini-skirt, torn black stockings, half unbuttoned white shirt, black bra visible). Zak seemed to get closer to Jessie as the set went on and by the end she seemed to be leaning back into him, grinding to the music.

Once we made eye contact we stared at each other for the rest of the set. As we jogged off stage I gave Jessie's description to the bouncers guarding backstage so if she asked they would let her through.

No dice.

Saturday was game day, so the whole day revolved around the pre-game ritual. It's actually pretty fun in all honesty. Post game Jessie came over as usual but mom was still giving off those weird passive aggressive vibes and so to Max's (and my) disappointment she didn't stay over.

She still managed to sneak her worn panties and socks in between my pillows though. I went to sleep with her panties on my face and her socks wrapped around my cock, now covered in cum.

The next week was the same, mom stalking the house in an inexplicable icy fury, Jessie not staying over. She also stopped flirting with me, apart from walking round in her knee socks, wiggling her toes at me and snapping her fingers, which of course was my cue to stare at her pussy or ass.

Tease.

Our little game of 'hide the panties' continued though. Every time she came round a pair of worn panties and dirty, sweaty socks would be left on my pillows. That night I would smell her panties and suck out the juices while I jerked off with her socks wrapped around my cock, imagining her giving me a footjob. After I came I would clean my cum off her socks just like I did with her feet. Next time she came over I snuck the spit soaked socks and panties back into her bag, only to find new pairs left for me. They got dirtier as the week went on, by Friday they tasted and smelt like pussy and cum and piss. They made me cum in seconds.

There was no game that weekend so Max and Jessie decided to spend the day out together. That night she left a pair of her sweaty socks on my pillows.

The third week marked a change in mom's behaviour, the cold rage slowly changed to a bone tired exhaustion and forgetfulness. Like she was constantly distracted by something with a dreamy, far away look on her face. She would stop what she was doing and smile absently at nothing at odd times.

The third week also marked a change in Max and Jessie's relationship, I guess the lack of sex was getting to them as much as it was getting to me. They didn't come home post practice Monday, I guess they were hanging out somewhere else and I can't say I blamed them.

At school on Tuesday I noticed Suze and Liz stood outside the girl's bathroom.

Nothing unusual about that except for when the door opened and Zak strolled out, something white twirling around his finger, looking like he was king of the world.

Weird but not too weird. I mean we'd all heard him brag about him getting a blowjob from some slut at school, I didn't believe him but that didn't mean it hadn't happened. This just looked like proof that the cocky devil wasn't lying. And everyone knew about Suze and Liz, so them standing guard wasn't too much of a surprise either.

What was a surprise was Jessie opening the door, grabbing me and pulling me inside as I walked past. Off balance and completely off guard I fell to the floor. Jessie straddled my chest, pinning my arms to my side. Her face was red, her eye liner had ran in black streaks down her cheeks and her lipstick was smeared. She looked elated and terrified at the same time.

"Jess...?!?" I managed to sputter until she shuffled forwards and pressed her wet pussy to my mouth, smothering me.

"Lick me bitch!" She hissed as our eyes locked.

The potent smell of her freshly fucked pussy was starting to make me hard and the feel of her hot, wet pussy lips smearing against my own was incredible.

I couldn't really open my mouth as she was sitting on me heavily, so I kissed at her lips as I looked up at her. When she felt me start to kiss her she smiled and lifted up a bit, allowing me to tongue her pussy as well as suck her clit a little.

She cooed as I sucked at her clit "Mmmm... that's my good little clit licker..."

"Oh yes.... Mmmm.... Yes... " she was grinding her pussy on my face, riding me as I licked and tongued her as deep as I could, Zak's cum dripping out of her well fucked pussy and into my mouth. He tasted stronger, more salty and bitter than either me of Max, his cum was thicker and there was a lot more of it too, it was undeniably exciting, arousing and satisfying to eat his thick, potent cum out of her pussy. My hands were now cupping her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and clapping them together as we found our rhythm, she rocked herself back and forth, my tongue probing as deeply as I could, seeking out her g-spot, making her thighs tremble and her ass shake as she came on me in a flood.

She was shaking from her orgasm so I held her as best I could to stop her from hitting her head. We were both breathing heavily, I had so many questions, I felt hurt and betrayed I tried to speak but Jessie put her finger to my lips and shook her head.

I don't know why I didn't say anything but it might've had something to do with her hand groping my cock and the wicked promise that was in her eyes.

Same Wednesday.

Zak strolling out of the bathroom looking like king of the world, Jessie grabbing me and dragging me in. This time was a little different, firstly I managed to keep my footing and she pushed me against the counter top. This time she kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth and pushing Zak's cum into me. She moaned into my mouth as she heard me swallowing his cum and her spit, my hands reaching back, grabbing her ass and pulling her into me as we kissed passionately, swapping the remains of Zak's cum between us, licking it of each other's lips and tongues. We parted breathlessly and stared at each other, she was glowing, panting hard, her eyes shining with lust.

"Your turn" she grinned.

She stepped back and had me lie on my back, I helped her unbutton my jeans and boxers, pulling them down to my knees. She smacked her lips as my cock sprang free, 6" hard and thick enough so couldn't wrap her hand entirely round the shaft. She straddled my chest, pushing her ass back into my face, looking back at me she smiled wickedly, winked and blew me a kiss before turning back to my cock and kissing the head. I lay back and moaned as she sucked my cock hard, fast and deep. Loving her moans when she took a break and jerked me off before swallowing me down to my pubes a couple of times and then tonguing the head while she worked the shaft with her spit. I didn't last long before she had me about to cum when she stopped and looked back at me. I glared at her in frustration, my cock flexing on the verge of orgasm. She smiled and asked me if I was ready to cum, I nodded frantically in reply "then you need to make me cum first " she said with that wicked, evil smile.