Thing

it is hard to get me off, so maybe a to-the-point hookup soon after with the intention of making each other orgasm til satisfaction is great.

but beyond that, if we have established that we fuck and we're just hanging out inside... i don't usually want to fuck. i want to play with you without worrying about why Im doing what I'm doing, the way you don't have to acknowledge or shy from your weirdness when you play with a toy by yourself in your room.

they keep talking and it's making your head spin, telling her how pretty she looks spread out for them like this, how good she's being, how tight she's squeezing their fingers. you're shifting back and forth where you sit, your heel putting pressure between your legs in a spot that feels hot and insistent. they start murmuring more as the girl starts squirming, whining like a dog, her eyes now wide open and looking intently at them. "aw are you close baby? if I let you speak are you going to be good?" she nods quickly and they remove the hand from her face. "please.. please can I please it's too much please-" her desperate ramble gets cut off sharply, "please what? I want a full sentence kiddo." oh. that word made you gasp a little. that was how they always referred to you. your head was all fuzzy but there was something in there that felt.. possessive. that was yours. who was this person?

you came back to earth and heard her again, low and growly, "please can I cum on your fingers daddy?" your heart jumped into your throat and you wanted to cry out. the movement of your hips got more erratic, was this how the girl was feeling? this warm kind of urgency? is that why she was saying all this stuff? you had the feeling that if they were hovering over and prompting you that way, that you'd say anything to keep this feeling in your tummy growing bigger. it felt like your insides were expanding and going to burst, but it was a pleasant kind of ache. new and strange, like the time you accidentally drank alcohol on new years thinking it was apple cider and it made your head felt too big and floaty. they had been with you that night. taken you up to bed, helped you out of your party clothes and into a nightgown. promised not to tell your parents. their hands were so warm on your skin. would they feel that warm inside you too?

the girl started stammering now, but they seemed to only get more steady the less she was. they kept moving their hand at the same pace and shushing her softly, in a manner not unlike how they would you soothe you back to sleep after a nightmare. "please.. please daddy. I can't hold it." she croaked out. they smiled softly and said, "yes baby, you can cum. cum on your dad's fingers now kiddo." the girl started crying and whining before they finished talking. the words tipped something over inside you too, it almost felt like you were going to pee yourself. terrified that the feeling was going to make you cry, you put your thumb in your mouth and screwed your eyes up hard, rubbing against your heel and praying you don't make a mess. the last thing they said echoing in your head, "cum on your dad's fingers now kiddo." is that was this is, cumming? there were too many feelings to pull apart inside. imaging them saying it to you, the good feeling in your stomach and between your legs, the confusion, the anger at whoever this girl was that they were calling kiddo instead of you.

she coos at me, maybe i’m just not drunk enough. she cradles my head upright as she presses the bottle to my lips — am i laying down?? — she chases after the last of the liquor as she pulls the drink away. she’s kissing me again. i can’t fucking believe her. my body betrays me, my arms limply raise to meet her chest. get the fuck off me, i want to say. it comes out as a pathetic, whiny growl.

she’s getting hard. i can feel her against me. i feel dirty. i need her. she’s smiling into her kisses. she dips her tongue past my lips. i can’t stand her. all of me is aching me for more.

she pulls me up, lays me gently on my stomach. i cant talk. all that comes out are guttural, angry, sobs. she’s pulling clothes off me. she has a fistful of my hair. i’m humiliated. i need her. i’m furious. she’s taking too long. i’m crying. she says something in my ear, i tremble at her breath and don’t register a word. everythings going dark.