Playing With Brittany Ch. 01

I was lost in heaven, made even more unbelievable when Brittany took a deep breath and slammed her head down into my lap. There was nothing left to do but sit helplessly as she choked on my cock, rising and dropping her head in a consistent pattern.

Her throat was constricting like a python around my shaft, holding me prisoner deep in her mouth. After a little break, she managed to get back to the rough throat abuse. My cock was sliding against the back of her throat and I could see her fighting back tears and the impulse to gag.

After spending close to a full minute with my boner embedded in her throat, filling up every inch her gullet had to give me. She slowly pulled back, sticking her lips to my shaft and keeping me firmly in place as she withdrew from my tool.

Brittany was nursing steadily on the head, flicking her tongue against the spongy surface and giving it a big lick whenever she felt I wanted one. She still had a hand glued to my balls, and hadn't stopped massaging them.

Even when she was blinded with tears and sputtering for air, she kept up the deliberately slow method of rolling my balls together like two big marbles. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my red crowned cock, swollen from the attention it was getting.

Spit was slathered around my dick, making it shiny and glossy looking. Brittany took her time tracing every vein with her tongue, dribbling spit in little gobs onto my cock.

With another deep breath, she managed to deep throat me again. Little purring noises were leaking from her voice box, letting me know just how deeply satisfied she was with her mouth full.

It was with that, and with me seconds away from blowing my load, we heard the front door slam. Two young voices called out and Brittany reluctantly gave my dong one last kiss, making sure it was a wet, French kiss. "Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get more later."

"I guess I get to help you babysit the kids?"

"Up to you, but I have to go greet them so they know I'm home." She turned to leave, having already thrown back on her clothes. Only her shorts were still on the floor, so I kicked them up to my grasp.

"You can have these, on one condition."

She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, what?"

"We continue our game, all night, until one of us quits." The idea was clearly exciting to her, and she quickly accepted the offer. With that, I threw my shirt on and walked with her to greet her brother and sister.

Since the two of us were already fairly drunk, I had a feeling some fun stuff was going to come of this night.

"Hey, guys." Brittany and I walked into the front hall and she helped her siblings get their coats and boots off. "How was school?" She was like a regular mother to these kids.

"Good. Who's this?" The young girl was looking up at me, tugging on my sleeve.

Brittany introduced me to Charlie and Annabelle, both of whom seemed happy to meet me. Annabelle insisted I call her Anna, but never Belle. "I hate that name." She exclaimed.

"She's been making us call her Anna for about three weeks now, so we just figured it's gonna stick." Brittany kissed her sister on the head and asked if she was hungry. Neither of the kids were, so we put on a movie for them in the living room.

I thought maybe the two of us would spend time alone in her bedroom, but she pulled me to the couch and handed me a six pack of beer. "Look what I found."

"Oh, joy." I silently prayed for a sign that all this would be worth it, but none came. I gave Brittany the benefit of the doubt and told myself that tonight would be alright.

"If you want to continue our old game," I looked at the kids to see if they were paying attention, but truthfully I don't know if they even knew we were behind them. The TV was a flash of colours and music, distracting them enough that Brittany and I could talk more openly. "Then you have to play a new game."

This new game was also a drinking game, wherein we watched the movie along with the kids and counted how many times certain things happened, assigning drinks to the instances.

"Chelsea rolled her eyes again, drink!" Brittany shouted at the screen, the two of us finally polishing off the additional beers she had found. "We need more liquor!" It had only been about an hour, so the movie wasn't over quite yet, but I could tell the kids were still absorbed into the movie.

I poked her leg and drew her stare from the TV. "Truth, or dare?"

She looked surprised that I was choosing now to bring up the game, but was more than willing to participate. "Truth."

"What's something sexy you've always wanted to try?" I noticed her momentarily snap her eyes to her brother and sister, still lost in the film.

She bit down on her lip, considering how much she wanted to reveal to me. "Well, I've always wanted to try putting it in my bum. But it would hurt, right?"

"Not if you use lube."

"We don't have lube here." If I didn't know better, I would say she was disappointed.

"Why does it matter if you have any here? Planning something?" I hid behind my cool-guy exterior, masking how fast my heart was rushing to burst out of my chest.

Lighting up like wildfire, she hid her cheeks and averted her gaze back to the TV. "I meant in a general sense." She back pedaled. Maybe she was telling the truth, but I was choosing to believe she was hiding something from me.

She asked me if I wanted to pick truth or dare, and I stayed safe with truth. It's not that I was afraid of a dare, I just didn't want to find out how cruel she could be by daring me in front of her siblings. Maybe she would dare me to babysit them all night, while she took a nap. That wasn't a risk I was taking.

"Truth, huh?" She scratched her chin and thought hard about the question. I was happy I had turned the game back around from its depressing scene, giving Brittany a boost and getting more information out of he than I thought she would admit. That's the power of alcohol, kids.

"My hair." She played with a strand of it before trying to nibble on it, too short to reach her mouth. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like your hair? That's your question?" She nodded in response. "I do, yeah. It's fun, but it doesn't distract you when you look at it, because it's such a dark blue. But then the red part," I reached up and ran it through my fingers. "Is just playful enough that it makes your interesting."

"Ha, ha." She sarcastically laughed. "I'm interesting, okay? I just wanted to know if you like my hair."

"I really do." We smiled at each other. "But, I thought you didn't do it for other people's approval?" She looked confused so I reminded her of the time we had an in depth discussion in English class about how many different hair styles she had gone through, and how many various colours she had sampled.

Back then I remembered she had told me that she only changed her hair to a colour she wanted to try. It didn't matter what other people thought, she did it for herself.

"So, I'm asking why you care what I think of your hair." I sipped my drink and grabbed a blanket from the chair beside me, flicking it into the air and letting it settle on me. Before it came down onto me, Brittany slipped underneath and stole half my blanket.

"Because," She started, running her nails across my t-shirt. "Your opinion matters, you're special."

I knew it was my turn to pick an option, and I stuck faithfully with truth. There was a tension building around us for who would pick dare first, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be me.

"Damn you, Nathan. You're no fun." She grumbled.

"Oh, come on now. You pick dare on your next turn then!"

"I will." Her pinky promised me, locking the naive girl in to a trap I was still developing.

"For your truth, I want to know..." Brittany leaned in close to me until her lips were brushing against my ear. "Are you still close to cumming, from earlier?"

I nodded in response.

"I dare you to fix that." I shot at her, certain I had found either the greatest dare ever, or that she was going to have to chug a bunch of rum.

Without a fraction of hesitation, Brittany scaled her hand down my chest and under my pants. "Like this?" She asked in an innocent manor, licking her hand before moving it back to my cock. I was already at full mast, but the sensation of her wet hand slipping up and down my shaft wasn't letting up until I came.

Feeling a little slutty, Brittany kept her stroking consistent while reaching with her other hand to gather as much of her thick syrup as she could, transferring it onto my dick and using it to speed up her long tugs.

There was no stopping her as she ducked her head under the blanket and shuffled my pants down so she could get easy access to my pulsing rod. Nothing else in my life mattered the moment she lowered her head and brushed me against the walls her squishy throat. She stopped for a break, breathing through her nose while my cock stayed nestled five inches deep in her larynx.

Sloppy sucking noises erupted from under the blanket, but somehow she kept them just quiet enough that nobody could hear. I had to keep my moans to myself, barely able to contain the incredible feeling rushing through me.

I felt dribbles of spit reaching down over my balls, but she took care of the mess quickly by diving my entire cock down her gorge and sucking up slowly, keeping her lips stuck to the circumference of my dick. Pulling her head up and away from me, she sucked all the spit off of me. She now had a mouth full of bubbly precum and spit.

She dribbled the mixture back onto my dong and proceeded wrap both hands around the length of pipe in her fingers. It took both hands to fully stimulate me, and what few inches she couldn't get with her hands she fit into her mouth, slurping ferociously at the head.

For a second, I remembered to turn my attention back to make sure her brother and sister weren't aware of the world around them. The blanket had fallen off, but the two of us were too lost in euphoria to fix it.

The fire burning in my stomach was finally being doused, but not fast enough. Brittany was gifted when it came to blowjobs, so I decided to see how well she would do when she wasn't the one in control. I took hold of her head and she looked up at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

She winked at me and nodded, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for the throat fucking she was about to endure. With as much force as I thought she could handle, I pushed her head down and felt my cock bury itself balls deep in her throat. Wrapping her hair around my hands made it easier to slam her mouth down, again and again, on to my cock.

Quiet gags were being silenced by the air-tight seal she had around me, letting all her spit collect in her mouth before she would open her lips and let the lubricant dribble down onto me. This only made it easier to pound the back of her throat, letting me feel the squishy walls that were doing their best not to choke on me.

Relentlessly and roughly I would bring her head down as far as I could, holding her down while my cock stayed planted down her throat. I was shoved in so deep, I could feel her trying to breathe around my dick.

There wasn't any room for air to get through, which I only realized when she slapped wildly at my hands to try and get them off of her. I let go and Brittany sprung up off my dong, desperate for a breath of air.

"Fuck." Her words weren't those of anger; she was turned on. She looked up as she continued to tightly pump her fists around the girthy monster in her clutches. "Give me something else to swallow." She begged, with her hushed words and with her pleading eyes.

Opened flood gates let loose a steady stream of semen, just as Brittany plunged her head down and willingly accepted her sticky throatpie. I felt her mouth seize up, squeezing around my cock and milking another rope of cum from my balls. She had her hands clenched in fists at her sides, using only her determined sucking to bring my cum to the surface.

Once I finally calmed down, the credits for the movie started to roll. Talk about perfect timing.

"Still hungry?" I asked, knowing she would be. Brittany rose from my lap and wiped a smudge of cum from her lips, sucking it off her finger.

"I'm always hungry, and I dare YOU to make dinner for us." She seemed smug, like she had found a way to abuse our game. "We want briner; breakfast for dinner."