Britney’s long, slender fingers slip into his hair, over his lips, down to his neck. His eyes close under the blindfold, and his body clenches around her. He can feel something slip around his neck, her hands buckling it into place. He sighs.
Justin watches them fuck slow, Britney’s naked body in command of the being below her. A long, drawn out purr makes him shiver, even though he can’t tell who made it. He watches for hours before he notices JC getting restless.
“Please,” JC whispers. “Brit, let me come.”
“No,” She says, her voice soft but her tone firm, as if she were denying her little sister candy. “I want you to burn for a few minutes.”
“I can’t help it,” He moans, his body tugging against the restraints. He can feel Britney’s hair dust his chest as her tongue teases his nipple. He moans salvatiously. “Haven’t I burned enough?”
“No. I don’t think so, Jace. What? Can’t take what you give out to me?” She smiles.
“He’s not used to it,” Justin’s voice chimes from the other side of the room. JC’s body tenses, he hadn’t even know Justin was there.
“He should get used to it. I bet he can’t even feel me,” She says solemnly. “I’ve had two orgasms, Jace? Did you feel them? Could you? Did you even try?”
JC bites his lip. Britney pulls out and jabs back in, stabbing at his prostrate and making him cry out loud.
“Did you?”
“No, Brit,” He sighed.
“That’s right. You can only feel what’s inside you. You don’t care about anything else, do you?”
“No, Brit,”
“How do you think that makes me feel, hmm?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m trying to give you what you give me. But all you can think of is what’s up your ass and floating around in your cock. Fucking Pig. Always has to get his way.”
JC winces at the words, and he can feel Britney jab into him faster, harder, deeper. It feels like she’s growing inside him, lengthening impossibly.
“I’m not going to stop, Jace. If you want your way, you’ve got it. I’ll take you to the edge. I’ll make you so hard you won’t be able to take it. But don’t think I’ll be soft enough to take that sheath off you. It’s going to take some major begging and lots more of this before I’ll do that,” She growls. Her whole body is into it now. Every movement she makes inside him makes her close around the large bulb inside her tighter, every movement makes him squeal like a pig and writhe like a cut snake.
Soon, he’s shaking, trembling and launching his head from side to side. Britney laughs, Justin smiles and slides his hand down into his pants. This is the hottest, most twisted thing he’s ever seen from the both of them.
“Poor little JC. Bottom boy to a girl,” She smiles, passing her hand over his chest, caressing his bound thighs and palming his balls. He’s straining to keep control of himself and she can see it. She’s so very close to breaking him, she can almost taste the victory in her mouth. She thrusts harder, giving it her all until his skin is slapping loudly against hers and the bed
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:20 pm (UTC)Justin watches them fuck slow, Britney’s naked body in command of the being below her. A long, drawn out purr makes him shiver, even though he can’t tell who made it. He watches for hours before he notices JC getting restless.
“Please,” JC whispers. “Brit, let me come.”
“No,” She says, her voice soft but her tone firm, as if she were denying her little sister candy. “I want you to burn for a few minutes.”
“I can’t help it,” He moans, his body tugging against the restraints. He can feel Britney’s hair dust his chest as her tongue teases his nipple. He moans salvatiously. “Haven’t I burned enough?”
“No. I don’t think so, Jace. What? Can’t take what you give out to me?” She smiles.
“He’s not used to it,” Justin’s voice chimes from the other side of the room. JC’s body tenses, he hadn’t even know Justin was there.
“He should get used to it. I bet he can’t even feel me,” She says solemnly. “I’ve had two orgasms, Jace? Did you feel them? Could you? Did you even try?”
JC bites his lip. Britney pulls out and jabs back in, stabbing at his prostrate and making him cry out loud.
“Did you?”
“No, Brit,” He sighed.
“That’s right. You can only feel what’s inside you. You don’t care about anything else, do you?”
“No, Brit,”
“How do you think that makes me feel, hmm?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m trying to give you what you give me. But all you can think of is what’s up your ass and floating around in your cock. Fucking Pig. Always has to get his way.”
JC winces at the words, and he can feel Britney jab into him faster, harder, deeper. It feels like she’s growing inside him, lengthening impossibly.
“I’m not going to stop, Jace. If you want your way, you’ve got it. I’ll take you to the edge. I’ll make you so hard you won’t be able to take it. But don’t think I’ll be soft enough to take that sheath off you. It’s going to take some major begging and lots more of this before I’ll do that,” She growls. Her whole body is into it now. Every movement she makes inside him makes her close around the large bulb inside her tighter, every movement makes him squeal like a pig and writhe like a cut snake.
Soon, he’s shaking, trembling and launching his head from side to side. Britney laughs, Justin smiles and slides his hand down into his pants. This is the hottest, most twisted thing he’s ever seen from the both of them.
“Poor little JC. Bottom boy to a girl,” She smiles, passing her hand over his chest, caressing his bound thighs and palming his balls. He’s straining to keep control of himself and she can see it. She’s so very close to breaking him, she can almost taste the victory in her mouth. She thrusts harder, giving it her all until his skin is slapping loudly against hers and the bed