He threatened to beat me again if I told our parents what I saw. Little did he know, I’d been spying and keeping it to myself for months. Keeping secrets was a game to me. Although I didn’t quite understand what they were doing, I knew it was something that shouldn’t have been done, and I knew enough not to repeat what I saw.

Every time I watched, I took mental snapshots of everything he did to her, and she to him, tucking it all in the back of my mind. And every now and then, I’d close my eyes and replay the images and sounds in my head. It was then that my imagination began to grow wings and take flight. I wanted to do what they did. I wanted someone to hump on me, and make me moan too. And that’s where it all began.

I purse my lips, contemplate. Do I really feel like fucking him? I remind myself of how good the dick was. Hell, it was better than good…it was great! But truth be told, when we were fucking, I could only ride his dick with him on his back, or take the dick doggie-style, because he had a back full of pimples and blackheads that I couldn’t stand to feel or see. Running your hands along his lumpy-ass back was like trying to read Braille.

To fuck or not to fuck…that is the question.

I dip my two fingers back into my sugar well, then pull them out and suck my juices off. Mmmm-hmm, delicious! I smack my lips then say, “Vince, sweetie…”

“Yeah. What’s good, baby?”

“Thanks for the nut.”

“Say what?”

“I said, thanks for getting me off.”

“Wait a minute. You’re telling me you were playing with yourself this whole time, and came?”

“I sure was,” I say, moaning. “Had my fingers all up in my hot pussy, and all over my slippery clit. And, yes, I came all over myself.” I stick my fingers back into my mouth, and start making loud sucking sounds. “Mmmm Mmmm…finger licking good,” I tease.