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Sara takes Jonni

 

 

 

I pushed Jonni against the wall hard. Naughty thoughts had been burning through my head all day and I just needed to do something. Jonni is taller than me but I took him by surprise and I wasn't going to be denied. Jonni gasped out loud as his back thudded against the wall. I grabbed both of his hands in mine and held them tightly against the wall high above his head, making his breasts lift and reach outward. I pressed myself fully against him, our noses almost touching as I whispered. "How do you feel now, sweety?" the grin creeping across my lips.

 

"P-please," Jonni gasps. "We shouldn't be doing this."

 

"Oh really?" I answer coyly as I begin to press my breasts against his. I lift up on my toes to rub my breasts up over his and back down again. As I lift up to do it again I can feel that his nipples have hardened under his thin t-shirt. Instantly my own nipples tighten and wrinkle, pushing out against my own shirt. My smile widens as I run my breasts against his again through our shirts and Jonni gasps softly when my nipples glide over his as they swelled under his top, reaching out towards my own wrinkled tips.

 

He's breathing heavier now and a blush has started in his cheeks. I can tell he's trying to fight it, to hide the crimson growing in his face. But Jonni will fail. I know Jonni wants this. I continue to rub our breasts together, nipples hard and swollen, flicking slowly over each other through thin cotton. His eyes are closed and his head is turned to the side as Jonni tries to fight me off, to ignore the feelings I'm causing inside him. But his breathing keeps getting heavier, his mouth has started to drop open.

 

"Your nipples are hard sweety," I tease. "I can feel them pressing against me. Can you feel mine? They're so tingly right now." His cheeks redden more as I whisper to him, the whole time making sure my tingling nipples glide up and down over his. I can feel myself starting to get wet between my legs. I bet Jonni’s leaking too. Slowly I bend my head down toward his chest. My tongue reaches out and I let it glide slowly over the tip of his left nipple through the cotton of his shirt. As my tongue is dragging across it I can feel his nipple harden even more, reaching out to my tongue, begging to be licked, sucked. A soft sigh escapes his lips and Jonni involuntarily pushes his chest outward slightly.

 

Aha! A tingling jolt of electricity zaps me between the legs. So Jonni likes that. My tongue licks him again through the shirt. I know his nipples are just burning under the tight cotton. I know because my own nipples are so hard they hurt now, puffy and swollen, aching for a mouth. I press my lips against his breast and suck his nipple hard into my mouth through his shirt. Jonni gasps out loud and involuntarily lifts himself against my mouth. I let go just slightly and then suck his nipple again back into my mouth and a soft moan creaks past his lips.

 

Still holding the backs of his hands planted firmly above his head against the wall, I begin to rhythmically suck his swollen nipple through the material of his shirt, now wet from my mouth. I let my teeth graze gently across the sides of his nipple as it passes back and forth between my sucking lips and I hear him begin to pant above me, squirming back and forth as Jonni tries to escape my hold, to free his poor tingling nipple.

 

"You like it don't you?" I whisper.

 

"No!" Jonni pants, still squirming even though I've already let go of his nipple. He's trying so hard to fight. I can see it in his face. His forehead wrinkled into a deep frown as Jonni tries to push back the warm redness in his cheeks. Slowly I let go of him with my left and bring it down to his waist. With all his struggling Jonni doesn't even notice as both his hands remain flat against the wall above his head. My left hand moves to the button of his jeans and quickly my fingers have them undone. They are loose-fitting denim and easily fall past his lovely hips and down his soft smooth thighs, landing in a puddle at his feet. "P-please don't...please." Jonni whispers, his voice cracking slightly.

 

"Don't what, sweety?" I ask in a sly tone as my fingertips play along the elastic waistband of his gray cotton undies.

 

"Please...we shouldn't be doing this....the girls will soon be here." My fingertips curl inside the elastic waistband and begin to slide back and forth, my knuckles gliding across the delicate skin below his navel. Jonni sighs out loud and I feel his body shiver softly against me. The goosebumps ripple across his soft belly.

 

Slowly I bring my fingers back out and slide them slowly downward over the front of his undies. Jonni is shaking now, his breaths are short and heavy. My fingers move lower, gently brushing over the grey cotton. Jonni bends tightly at the waist. "No...please stop...don't...you can't..." I lean close to him, still feeling his poor nipples pressing hard against my throbbing tips, and slowly run my tongue along his bottom lip. An accidental sigh.

 

"Yes I can, sweety," I whisper, my left knee pushing firmly between his shaking thighs and forcing him to straighten back up, opening his abdomen to my hand. Jonni gasps again, almost grunting. Oh the rush I feel as Jonni half-heartedly tries to pry himself free. It's like soft electricity tingling up and down my spine, slamming deeply into the warm wetness between my legs. Then I hear a squeaking whimper as my fingertips move between his legs and I begin to softly scratch my fingernails against the thin cotton covering his bulb. Jonni shivers heavily as I continue to scratch there.

 

And then I feel the gooey wetness on my fingertips. He's mine. I press a bit more with my nails and I can feel the wetness growing in his undies as it pulses from his tingling tip. I cup my hand between his legs and squeeze gently as Jonni moans out loud. My hand squeezes again and Jonni grunts softly, his bottom lip hanging weakly. Slowly my fingertips move to the side and gently curl into the leg of his undies and I feel the soft crinkly hairs between his legs. My fingertips slide easily in his sticky wetness, gliding back and forth between the puffy sac of his scrotum. Jonni gasps and moans heavily and his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. His attempts to squirm his way free of my grasp have become weaker, his willpower trickling easily out of him, just as the sticky lust of his stamen continues to soak into his undies.

 

But it's not good enough. I knew I could do this, tease and torment him, tempt his body alive. But it's not quite good enough. Yes, his struggling only makes me hotter. The fact that Jonni has tried to fight off his feelings this whole time causes a deep heavy throb of my aching pistil. I can feel the wetness pumping out of me, completely gooey with desire. But I can't just do it like this. I need to know.

 

My second finger and thumb suddenly slide down and around the smooth swollen shaft of his pulsing stamen and I pump hard up and down. Jonni grunts loudly and I feel the walls of his shaft pulsate beneath my fingers as I slide over him, coaxing the goo out of him. I can feel his soft thighs shivering heavily and I suddenly pull my hand away and bring it up between us. I could've sworn I heard a pouting whimper. My fingers gleam in the soft light, completely coated with his sticky wetness. I look deeply into his eyes as I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them into my mouth, tasting his lust, savoring the thrilling spice of his desire. His eyes are wide and glossy as I continue to gaze at him, feeling his chest heave rapidly. I lean towards him until our noses are touching.

 

Slowly my tongue snakes out and I slide it lightly across his bottom lip. "Okay, sweety," I whisper to him with a smile. "I'll stop now." His mouth drops open and I hear the rush of his warm breath leaving him. Jonni stammers rapidly as I slowly back away from him. "No! Y-you can't!" Jonni croaks. "Not like this...please." Another surge of wetness pulses out of my burning slit. "I'm only doing what you wanted, sweety," I respond innocently. "No! I lied! I mean...you can't leave me like this...just please...I haven't..."

 

I watch him as Jonni trembles against the wall. Jonni still has his hands lifted high above him, his breasts thrust towards me as Jonni pants heavily, his nipples still pressing wantonly against his shirt, begging for my tongue.

 

"You haven't what, sweety?" I tease. "You haven't come? Is that it?" My sex is throbbing with my heartbeat. The ache in my soaked vestibule is just agony.

 

"Y-yes...that's it," Jonni pants, the crimson burning brightly in his cheeks. "I need to..." I move slowly towards him until our nipples are touching once again through the material of our shirts.

 

"Beg," I whisper. His breath catches in his throat and then it's silent for a long moment.

 

Suddenly Jonni gasps. "P-please...m-make me come...God I want you...I swear I need you...I'll do a-anything...please..." I almost have to choke back sudden tears. Now it is enough. I have him. Willingly. The lust is burning out of control between my legs.

 

"Anything, sweety? You'll do anything?" Jonni gazes straight into my eyes as my left hand rests on his shoulder, gently pushing him downward.

 

"On your knees," I breathe. As Jonni kneels in front of me I lift my right leg over his shoulder and let my foot slide down his back, until the back of my thigh is resting on his shoulder. In one smooth fluid movement I comb the fingers of my right hand into his silky hair as Jonni gazes up at me, and the fingers of my left hand curl into the leg of my black thong, pulling the soaked cotton to the side, exposing my swollen throbbing lips. A slow trickle of wetness slides thickly down the inside of my thigh as I pull his mouth towards me...