Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Her legs pushed hard against the mirror as she watched the girl in it masturbate for her, getting off to the sight of her. Avril pumped her crotch into the sky, into her fingers, raising her ass inches off the ground. "Oooh. Ohhh. Ohh. Oooohooo." Her slender legs couldn't keep still as they ran up and down the mirror, dragging her feet against it, scrunching her toes up as ecstasy ran through her small little person. She looked close to coming as her body fidgeted and couldn't lay still.

Avril curled herself up diagonally to the mirror once more as she moved in to finish herself off. She brought her left knee to her chest, pointing her foot so her toes pressed against the glass. Her mouth came to her knee as she kissed and sucked on her leg, having it that close to her face. "Uhhhuuh, uhhhhuh, uhhhhuh, uuuhhhhhuhhh!" She cried out loudly as she fucked herself with her hands. She fumbled around on her back like a shit out of luck turtle as her legs jerked about. She arched her back and neck towards the sky as the slopping noise of her fluids against her hand and fingers was deafening. "AAHH! AAAHAA! AAAH! AAH!"

Avril stared at her sexy twin getting off to her as she punished her clit, rubbing it raw. She bucked her hips up against her hand frantically as she began half screaming, about to come. She was merely seconds from climax. "Ooohhh! Ooooooh! OOOHHH! FUCK! YESS! YESSSS!!! I'M COMING!!! I'M COMING!!"

Avril's body gave out as she clamped up. Her midsection rocketed up off the floor like Apollo 13 as she shook from head to toe. "FUCK!!!! AAHAHAHA!!!" she laughed as she came. The wetness dripped from her pussy down over her ass and upper thighs, saturating her skin. "NNNnnhhhnnnnn!!! Nnnhhuhhh!" Her body slowed down as she finished having her powerful paralyzing orgasm. She wiggled her hips in circles slowly as she rubbed her outer lips with her right hand. As she fell back to the floor, her legs crashed down at her sides, no longer able to hold themselves up. She basically did a split in exhaustion. I could see Avril's hands perfectly as she held her pussy lips open with her black tipped fingers. I could see her arousal seep from her insides as I zoomed in to the max.

"Huh, huh, huh," she panted slowly as she recovered, her eyes closed as she rested her head on her right cheek. "Mmmmm," she said just above a whisper. Her face was flushed as she came down from cloud nine.

I let her lay on her back for a few minutes as she forgot I was there. I was the voyeur videotaping her kinky masturbation. Showing signs of life once more, she rolled parallel to the mirror again, resting on her back, her head tilted towards her reflection. She stared at herself, her eyes darting back and forth to cover every inch of her beautiful face. She leaned in and gently kissed the glass again, her right hand slowly rubbing her sensitive exhausted pussy.

Avril's little lips teased the glass, and her tongue slowly flicked on the imaginary girl's. They were slower more passionate kisses as the two girls had just finished making love to themselves. "Mmm," Avril cooed as she ended the makeout with a few small pecks, her right arm bending up towards her face, her fingertips pressed on the mirror against the other girl's next to her face.

I stood there in total awe of her creativity and determination, left in disbelief of what I just witnessed. Avril made out with herself in the mirror, touched herself and got off to her reflection, and then made out with it some more. I was never throwing the tape out. I was going to cuddle with it in bed, never leaving it somewhere nor letting it out of my sight. And I was never going to lose the erection which hurt so fucking bad that words can't even come close to describing it.

"...Well..." I didn't know what to say. "That looked fun."

"Haha." Avril giggled back at me as she lied on the floor, her hand still on her corn muffin. "Are you gonna fuck me? Cause I'm gonna tire myself out if we keep this up."



"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you." I took a step towards her and continued to aim the camera down at her. I was still dressed, the front of my shorts wet from the splashing water in the shower. My shoes and socks were the only thing off. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what you want."

"Mmmm. I want you to fuck me."

"How bad?"

"Mmm, I want you to fuck me real bad Matt." Avril rolled onto her knees and was on all fours, sitting up like a dog.

"Take it out." Avril crawled towards me slowly on her hands and knees, finally stopping in front of me, kneeling up between my open legs. Her delicate tiny hands rubbed my ginormous cock through my shorts. I stared at her small sexy hands as she pushed her left palm up and down the length of my swollen Charlie Brown. Avril looked at the massive lump in my beige shorts as she rubbed her hand over it. She hadn't seen my new and improved dong since... well since it became new and improved. The singer knew what I was doing because of a drunken phone call where I had revealed the special secret routine. I could only assume that she immediately noticed a difference even though she had not yet seen it. Her black tipped fingers gripped it through the beige cargo shorts, letting the outline of it become apparent through the thick fabric.

Avril's two fingers found the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Zippppp! I continued to point the camera down at her, focusing on her face, wanting to capture her reaction as she opened her present. Her right hand disappeared into the cave of shorts and through the opening of my boxers. I could feel her tiny hand wrap around my throbbing shaft... the feeling like a baby's hand on me. Hot! Avril gave me a sexy smile as she touched it in person for the first time since the tour. Her expression was so sexy. Her little mouth was open as she lightly gasped at my size, her little defined lips in a perfect O shape. Her blue eyes were surrounded by messy black eye makeup. She looked like a girl from a Disturbed concert post performance.

The singer struggled to pull me out through the front hole, being that my dick was pointed out sideways and trapped against my thigh. It was too long to maneuver against the tight pair of shorts and my body. It's a hard thing to live with. Everyday is a struggle, or a winding road if you're Cheryl Crow. So she recently broke up with Lance Armstrong. I guess he's just like a candy bar. Sometimes she feels like a nut, sometimes she don't.

Avril gave up like a pussy and went to undo my belt and pants button, pulling my cargo shorts down to my ankles. My Johnson popped up and poked straight out towards her beautiful face. I took a step out and kicked the shorts over to the corner. I stood there in only my t-shirt, which could be the gayest thing in the world. Buh dum, Jitterbug! There's nothing gayer than a guy in just a t-shirt, even if there's a girl kneeling in front of him about to blow him.

"Oh my God..." Avril's mouth dropped as her eyes fixed on my man muscle like it was going to disappear. I took off my shirt and threw it next to my shorts and boxers in the corner. Her face showed a look of pure amazement, love, and fear. I was going to literally break her. I recorded her expression as her hands wrapped around my shaft, the two of them surrounding it not enough to fully cover it. "You're so big and thick." She continued to gaze at it in awe as she fondled me in her hands.

"Put it in your mouth," I whispered. She shifted her blue eyes up at me and locked her focus with mine. Avril's head inched forward as the tip of my swollen cock made contact with her mouth. It wasn't just the piercing blue hue of her eyes, but the dark makeup around them that turned me on the most. The head of my dugan pressed against her thin perfect lips as they parted just enough for her tongue to poke through, tickling my pee hole. She planted a series of small tender kisses on the sensitive skin causing me to shudder where I stood.

Avril's small hands remained on my engorged shaft, gently squeezing it as she kissed it, enhancing the amazing sensations. She subtly licked her lips to lube them and then the tip of me slowly slipped past them. The end of my dick rested inside her warm mouth, her tongue barely moving against the underside of my head. Avril pulled her Canadian head back off of me letting her lips tug against the base of my bell end. She didn't break eye contact with me as she let the tip of my dong slip back inside her comforting mouth. "Av... baby..." I moaned. "Hold on," I said. "Put this on the dresser."

Avril got up and crawled the few feet to the dresser on her knees like a dog. I watched her sexy ass sway back and forth on the way, watching her place the camera on the dresser facing us. "Get back here." She once again crawled towards me, coming back between my legs and slowly taking me inside her again, this time further past the head, swallowing a bit of my shaft as well. She let it rest inside her mouth as she closed her eyes. Her right hand was tightly wrapped around the base of my member as the left was manipulating my yam bag. I could feel the suction of her lips around me increase tenfold, causing the pressure intensify as the seconds ticked by.

"Mmm," she cooed so softly. Her mouth looked stretched as it accommodated my dugan. I was one hundred perfect swollen to the max due to the warm temperature of the room. Avril stuck out her pink tongue and slowly bobbed down on my penis, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she sucked me, her little muscle tasting every inch of me that she could swallow. The pretty young girl could only handle some of my staff, able to take about seven inches into her mouth. "Haaaa," she gasped as I pulled back and let my throbbing meat plop out of her mouth and off her tongue.

"Lick my balls Av," I told her as I went to sit down on the edge of the bed. I leaned back by supporting my weight on my arms, half sitting up so I could watch the younger girl perform. Avril held my prick up with her right hand, gently holding onto the head with two fingers. Without using her hands, she started to lick my sack, sucking on each of my nuts, pulling them into her mouth one at a time. It was like when they tried to suck the baseball up with the vacuum in The Sandlot. Essentially ...More or less...

"Mmmm Matt. You like when I lick your balls?" she asked softly, still running her tongue up and down my hairless undercarriage.

"I fuckin love it. You're so dirty baby."

"You like when I'm dirty?" she asked in a bold and naughty voice, her Canadian accent showing a little more.

"I love when you're a dirty little slut. So fuckin hot." Avril smiled as her tongue crept farther back under me. She started to use her free hand to play with my loose sack, juggling my testicles in her fingers, gently squeezing them as she applied a little pressure to my head, every so subtly stroking up with the loose grip of her thumb and index finger. To my surprise, Avril began to lick her way back there. You know... BACK THERE. She reached the taint and kept on going like a real trooper. And before I knew it, the Canadian singer's warm wet tongue was pressed against my back door. My bum was like a hatch in Lost... sealed up tight. "Oh God," I mumbled in shock, feeling the warm tip of her tongue press against my tight wrinkle.

"You're such a dirty slut," I told her as she pushed her tongue against me harder, trying to slide it in. I squeezed out of natural instinct, keeping her out of there. She continued to rim my bung, stroking me gently with her hand.

"I'm you're dirty slut tonight." I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her messy long blonde hair, pulling her up to me.

"Tell me what you want to do," I ordered her.

"I want to please you," she replied, her eyes fixed on mine. I brought my hand to her cheek, lightly holding it in my hand. Slap! I gently slapped her across her left cheek.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Slap! My fingertips lightly tapped her face again as I pulled her head back and forced her chin up.

"Why?"

"Cause I'm your dirty slut." I pulled on her hair harder and then pushed her down on my prick, forcing my pole down her throat. I made her swallow half of my pulsing man muscle, hearing her gag as I pushed and pulled her head up and down by the handful of hair I held. As I choked her with my cock, I felt her fingers move from my sack to my butt, feeling her black tipped finger poking around where it shouldn't. Let's be honest. We've all had a chick try to slip one past the goalie. Hell, I've agreed to it so that I could do it to a girl in return. I go, you go. I go, you go. American Pie 2 style.

"Shit," I grunted as I shifted in response to her poking around on my no-no.

"Haaaghhh, ugh, ugh, ugh," she gurgled as I rapidly slammed her head down on my junk. Her index finger pushed into my ass a little as it was already slick from her tongue lapping.

"Uhhh," I sighed as I felt her push down harder, forcing more of her digit in me until she was fucking me with her entire finger. I let go of her head and allowed her to spit me out, a huge wet gob of slobber falling from her little mouth onto my groin.

"Mmm you like it?" she asked me, slowly jacking me off with one hand as she was busy with the other. I collapsed back on the bed, allowing her to do what she was doing. Without thinking, I pushed my waist up into the air to make it easier for her. I'm a dirty slut. She slowly finger banged me as she stroked my nine and a quarter inch dick. "Feels like you do baby. Yeah that its. Squeeze it for me baby," she said in a dominant sexy voice as I involuntarily clamped down on her finger. Avril keeled up tall as I lied back on the bed, my legs open and hanging down, feet planted on the floor. Avril started poking faster, slamming her finger inside me until her upward-turned palm smacked against my taint, her finger trying to reach my man-g-spot as it wiggled inside me.

"Aaah God," I moaned as I shut my eyes tight and let her violate me. "Fuck..."

"Did Larisa do this to you? She ever fuck your ass while jacking you off? Huh?" I just sighed as I let my hips push into her, fucking her hand back. "Did she know you love to get fingered Matt? Hmm? I bet that prissy bitch never did." I was pissed at the way she talked about Larisa to me. I loved my ex girlfriend and didn't tolerate any negative comments, even if Avril was just kidding and saying it in the heat of the moment. I felt her pound my wrinkle harder and faster, wiggling her finger as it bent upwards toward the ceiling.

"Shut up."

"You like when I finger you?" Avril asked a little more sternly, trying to steal my role. "Yeah you do." I didn't know what to say in reply. I just stayed where I was and allowed her to do whatever she wanted, essentially letting my actions speak for me. Avril's right hand stroked my shaft hard, squeezing up from the base, forcing the blood up to the head. I could hear the wet slapping of her drool on my prick as she masturbated me. "Should I use two fingers?" she asked, being they were actually quite petite. "Yeah... two's better," she moaned as she fingered me on the bed, feeling me squeeze my anus shut tighter with the second probing object. I couldn't help contracting my ass as she pulled her hand out. The feeling to drop a deuce took over and I squeezed and pushed my muscles.

"Fuck Av," I sighed. I had to admit, it wasn't that bad. My hands gripped the comforter on the bed, pulling at it as I pumped my body into her hand.

"Tell me to finger your ass. Tell me how bad you fuckin like getting fingered."

"Sh... shut up," I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut as I got use to this new feeling. Even if I was partial to it, I wouldn't give Avril the satisfaction... not in a million years.

"You like getting fingered like a little girl? Hmm? This how you finger my pussy Matt? Hard and fast like this?" she grunted in a stern yet little girl voice, speeding up her hand motion. "This is how you finger fuck me. You like me getting even with you?" she asked as she rammed her digits inside my rectum.

"Yeaaaah," I moaned, enjoying the stinky pinkie.

"Beg me to finger you. Tell me." Avril's hand masturbated me harder and harder.

"No. Unnhh. Fuck. N... no."

"You like it you little slut? Are you a slut?" she asked me sternly, now taking control of the situation. As her dialogue got nastier, she jacked me off faster and fingered me harder with her two black tipped digits. "Little slut with your loose fucking asshole."

"Shut up you bitch." I grunted and sat up slightly, looking at her as she spit onto my cock from about a foot away, a glob of flem landing just above her hand on my shaft, adding more lube to me.

"Yeah you're a fucking slut," she told me as she twisted her fingers around in a circle, twisting her wrist corkscrew style as she slammed them into me. "Dirty whore. Mmmm, you a little fag baby? Huh? Larisa know she was dating a fag?"

"Shut up... bitch," I told her in a strong loud voice, angry at her for calling me gay, but somehow turned on by the scenario.

"You like getting fucked in the ass you little faggot?" Okay, why the need to take it there with that word? "Huh? Faggot." Okay, again...?

"Shut up!" I shouted as I shot up and full out smacked Avril across the face... hard.

"Unnnh!" Her head flung to her right and she half fell over onto the floor, catching herself with her arm just in time. I stared at her angrily and a bit shocked that I had actually hit her so hard. Her fingers slipped out of my ass as she was knocked to the floor. The tiny Canadian turned her head to look at me, a fresh bright red handprint on her left cheek and a little blood dripping from the new cut on her lower lip. She slowly crawled back to her kneeling position, sitting up, looking afraid.

"..." I could easily deduce that Avril was shocked I hit her that hard by her look and quivering bloody lip.

"Don't ever call me that again." I felt really bad seeing that I drew blood. However, I didn't want to stop our dirty rough sex because it turned me on, especially that slap. I reached out and touched where I just hit her, softly caressing her cheek. "You needed to be punished," I whispered to the young girl. "Understand?" I asked with a little hesitation in my voice, unable to stay in character.

"..." Avril just looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes. She even leaned back a bit, keeping her distance. I leaned down and softly kissed her on the mouth, being careful around her sore lip. I could taste the little bit of blood on her mouth as we sensually made out. We kissed for a few more seconds as I tilted her head up by her chin. I started to feel bad after hitting her so hard. "Av... I'm sor..."

"It's fine Matt," she said, interrupting me. "I'm so turned on. Please fuck me. I want you so bad," she told me in a low voice, our heads a few inches apart.

"Do you do this often?" I asked her. I was curious how rough she actually went. She looked up at me and licked the fresh new blood off her lip.

"No. I don't trust a lot of people to hurt me." She kneeled lower, relaxing as she looked up at me. "I trust you. I know you wouldn't really hurt me."

"I won't. I promise." I was actually relieved that we got the little oral contract out of the way. I was incredibly turned on but at the same time I felt guilty and didn't want to overstep my bounds. I never did anything like that so I was unsure of the rules.

"I know," Avril told me. "Relax. Lay back." I complied, pulling a pillow under my head as she resumed sucking me off. I watched Avril swallow the head of my prick, pulling at it with her little defined pink lips.

"Av... please. ...Do it again." She looked up and smiled, her fingers once again going back there. Avril Lavigne kneeled on the bed and gave me head for a few minutes more, playing with my ass as she blew me. I reached out and fiddled with her long blonde hair as she tried to help me relax and get back into the dominant mood, trying to take my mind off of our talk.