1. Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 9


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: jordeso, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    to jump him and now that I feel bad for him and shit's awkward I can't stop running into him. After I finished up and went over to the sinks I saw Roger splashing water on his face and leaning on the counter. I started to wash my hands and Roger looked up and made eye contact with me through the mirror. I thought it would've been awkward but instead it was just sad. Roger had a defeated look in his eyes that told me he had been through way too much shit. I finished washing up slightly ahead of Roger and headed for the door, but instead of just exiting and leaving Roger to fate, I listened to my conscience and compassion. I held the door open and waited for Roger, looking at him blankly as he approached. He kept eye contact with me too until he got closer, where he looked straight forward and his face contorted into a grimace. "Hmph," he grunted as he strode past me. And now I remember why I hate him. "You're welcome," I muttered. "Yeah thanks for nothing," he mumbled. "Okay what is your fucking problem?" I demanded. Roger stopped and turned to face me, his face showing mirth but his body language showing insecurity. "You," he whined. "Me?" I retorted. "I'm probably the only guy who hasn't been a shit to you all day even though you dumped meatballs on me last week. I tried to be nice despite that, and when I ask you why you're still being a douche, you say your problem is me? " "Whatever," Roger muttered, and continued to walk away. "Yeah, fucking whatever," I called out ...
    after him. "Your life is over, you know that? And I felt bad for you, but now I realize you just deserve it!" The fire and fury were back. My compassion for Roger was short-lived, and now I wanted to hurt him again. But every jock and bully was already doing the physical hurting, so I needed to go deeper. I needed to do a different kind of hurting. A humiliating, pride hurting. I went back to the plan I came up with over the weekend. I was still mulling the plan late that night as Cammi yet again had her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her oral skills were improving very quickly, and I was sure she would be able to get me off using just her mouth before too long. God knows she was getting enough practice. As I had learned on my birthday, a little pent up rage added a spice to sex that I quite enjoyed, and although we weren't technically having sex, I wouldn't let that stop me. When I felt myself start to cum, I put my hand behind Cammi's head and forced her down on my dick, though not as harshly as during her first blowjob. Again, Cammi took my entire load in her mouth without spilling a drop. And again, after cumming, I felt intense shame. "Sorry," I said awkwardly as Cammi swallowed my cum. "For what?" Cammi asked as she licked her lips. "Pushing your head down. Being rough in general." "It's okay." "And I never properly said sorry for Friday. You know, calling you those things? Telling you to say you're my bitch?" "It's okay." "It's not okay though! You're not my bitch. You're ...
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