Pegging Brent

I met Brent at Barnes & Noble, actually. He was working, and I was looking for a particular book of poetry. He was very sweet and helped me find it, walking me all the way to the shelf to make sure I had it in my hands. It seemed rather unnecessary, but I admired his earnestness. He was also really cute.

I came back a few days later in hopes of seeing him. This time I had to make up a book for him to find, so we could spend countless minutes together looking for it. I got rather nervous when he found a book of the same title, thinking I’d have to buy it if he produced it, but fortunately even that one was out of stock. Of course it didn’t matter, and shortly thereafter he managed to ask for my number. I played coy for a few seconds before giving it to him, feeling like such a girl playing such games. I flirted like crazy before I left, making sure he’d call sooner than later.

Sure enough, Brent called the next day. We made plans and got together that weekend, typical dinner and movie fare, but it was fun. He was funny and sweet, and I had him eating out of my hand. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a power-trip kind of gal, but you’ve gotta admit it’s fun to watch boys bow and scrape on occasion. Anyway, I was crushing on him just as bad, and we seemed like a perfect fit from the beginning.

That was a few months ago. We’ve spent lots of time together since, and sex was steadily creeping into the purview of the conversation. I don’t think I’m terribly easy, but I love getting laid, and I had it in for Brent. I just didn’t want HIM to know that too quickly.

We made out tons. Lots of groping, fondling, kissing, even some licking. Brent loves my titties, which is great because I love to have him suck on them. In truth, I was begging him in my mind to just stick his big pecker inside me. I think he knew, but he never got too direct. Thank God, because I don’t know if I would had the self-control to stop him.

Finally the day came when I was ready to have him. I invited him over, kicked out my roommate, and made dinner. We ate, made out on the couch like usual, and ended up on my bed in some hot dry-humping. Well, it wasn’t very dry, because my pussy was soaking wet. I stopped him and told him to strip. He looked at me in disbelief, then jumped off the bed and stripped naked in mere seconds. I had to laugh at his enthusiasm. But I wasn’t laughing at his cock, which was lovely and rather large. It was probably over seven inches; a little scary but totally delicious. I pulled Brent onto the bed and rolled on top of him. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard. He moaned and gasped and soon he was thrusting up into my mouth. I pumped his cock hard with my fist. It wasn’t two minutes before he came. I could actually hear his cum erupting from his hard cock. I wasn’t really ready, and I kept sucking him off, but I let most of his cum leak out and run down the length of his pecker. It was glistening and creamy beneath my hand, and he whimpered softly while I sucked his cum out of him.

I got up and grabbed a towel to clean him off. While I cleaned him, he asked me to strip. When I finished wiping up, I pulled off my t-shirt and detached my bra. My little titties popped out, and Brent smiled. I toyed with him nipples seductively, hoping he’d be ready for more action before too long. He played with his soft dick while I touched myself. It was really hot to watch him touch himself. My pussy was already drenched, but now my clit was buzzing like an alarm clock in my head. I pulled off my shorts. Brent watched as I slipped a hand under my panties. He watched in fascination as I touched myself behind the white cotton barrier. His cock appeared to be hardening before my eyes, and his stroking became more diligent.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled my wet fingers out and slid my panties off. Brent’s eyes went wide. I could tell he admired my neat trim job. I felt very sexy standing there, and started to finger myself again.