“l Should’ve Stopped at One Brother"…But I Didn’t

This is not a story I tell often.

But since we’re all here being grown and unfiltered, let me just go ahead and drop it.

So, there I was, drinking with my friend. Cool vibe. Chill convo.

But under it all, I had a secret:

I’d been crushing on him for months. Didn’t know he had his own little secret too.

Until we were halfway through the bottle and he kissed me.

Out of nowhere. No warning, no hesitation, just lips, tongue, and hands sliding down my thighs like he knew exactly what I needed.

He told me he’d always wanted to fuck me. I said, “Same.”

No shame, no pretense, just raw desire to fuck. He took me to his room. Started kissing me like a man who’d dreamed about it too many times to be gentle.

Clothes off, hands everywhere, pumpum pulsing like she had her own heartbeat.

Then I saw the dick.

And…it was promising. Long enough. Thick enough. I was sure my crush could satisfy the need I had between my legs...at least so I thought...

Because babyyyyyy… he lasted five strokes. Maybe six. Then boom...done! He came. The fuck was over before it even started.

I laughed.

Not out of cruelty (well maybe a little cruelty), but because…bruh, I was still soaking and ready. I was horny as fuck and just ready to start fuck. He said it was nerves. Asked for a second chance. So I sucked him back to life like a good little temptress.

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Round two:

Same story. Different excuse.

I told him to start with a backaz because it was my favorite and absolutely love it. In a few strokes I heard him groaning and I knew he was gonna bust a nut...again! Still no sweet release for me. All that horniness all that tension inside my pussy and still no cum for me. So I went home. Irritated. Wet. Unfulfilled.

And yes, I had to handle business myself. I played with my clit and fingered my wet, hot pussy until I came.

Now, here’s where the plot thickens.

The next day, his younger, seventeen-year-old, brother knocks on my door. Taller. Finer. Hotter. He was three years younger than his brother and I were. He says he wanted to learn how to caress a woman to make her feel good and also how to make a woman cum.

I asked why me. He said, “My brother said your hands and mouth are magic.”

I kinda knew his brother would have talked that we fucked so I really didn't care that he actually did.

I looked at him and said, “You’re too young for me.”

But he wasn’t that young. Just… young enough to make it feel wrong and hot at the same time.

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I warned him:

“Do not get feelings for me because I was not available for anything but fulfilling your request. You’ll feel things you’re not ready for, and I won’t be there to hold you after.”

He said, “I just want to learn.”

So I told him to come back at 9AM.

And chile…he was early.

I let him in. Took control. Kissed him like I was hungry. I was so ready to experience his dick.

I sat on him like I owned him.

Whispered instructions between moans. Told him where to touch, when to move, how to stroke, where to suck. That mother fucker tasted pussy for the first time that day. He begged to taste me. I really wasn't expecting it to go that far but how could I deny him of tasting pussy?? I told him how to lick that clit and how to suck on it. I held on to his head like my life depended on it. And I must have been an excellent teacher because for the first time in 48 hours, I came. Fuckin hard. That fucker was easy better than his brother.

He asked if he could cum too.

I said, “You dare not cum! Not until I cum again.”

He held out. He earned it.

He made me cum twice before I gave the green light.

Then sweaty, smiling, and proud, he asked the forbidden question:

“Am I better than him?”

I looked at him with the most sinful smirk and said, “Let’s just say…you gave the fuck he can only wish he could give.”

We fucked each other a few more times. But when he started falling (talking about leaving his girlfriend for me) I knew I had to pull out.

I reminded him: "This was never about love. I was never yours to keep."

Sometimes, we don’t go looking for chaos. We open the door and chaos shows up… fine, curious, and eager to learn.

And if you’re like me, you teach.

Then you lock the door. And move on.

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