/gtpone/ - Greentext Pone

>>147

"Oh for fuck's sake, don't start that shit."

>You snatch your hand away from her, and set a course for your bedroom.

"Don't have time for this shit, I'm going to bed."

>"Want me to-"

"No, I don't need company."

>"Ah, forgot about your fap folders."

>How in the fuck could she-

>Wait, she's probably trying to fish for some information.

>You turn back to face her.

"Nice try, I don't have one."

>"Homework, English class, Week 4 assignments, Hamlet story review."

>You eyes widen at the realization that she's found your fap folder on your laptop.

>Her smug smirk gets under your skin.

>"How's the V-card?"

>You whip back around and stomp to your bedroom while she cackles in the background.

>Slam your bedroom door in a blind rage.

>How the fuck did she know?!

>She's cheating, got to be.

>You dive into bed and grab your laptop from your night stand.

>Boot it up and wait while you steam and let your anger vent.

>Christ, spring break is gonna be Hell.

>Stuck in this house for the week, while you and Aria's parents are off doing God knows what.

>You log into your computer.

>Equip headphones.

>Go to your homework folder with your left hand and reach for the lotion on your night stand with your right.

>Time for the nightly ritual before you crash for the night.

>Setting the laptop on the otherside of the bed, you click on your favorite video, and you already feel your lance getting stiff.

>Plus the nice addition of lotion, well, you're in for a good time.

>While you watch some red head chick stroke off some dude's dick and occasionally giving it a suckle, a thought crept into your mind…

>"I wonder how soft Aria's hands are."

>You immediately paused the video, take your headphones off, and reflect on that thought with only one conclusion.

"Why the fuck was that a thought?"

>At this particular time no less.

>"Little bro?" You hear as your bedroom door creeks open.

>>148

>You quickly cover your boner with your sheets, and slam the laptop shut in a swift motion.

>Aria flips the light switch by your bedroom door.

"Damn it Aria! What?!"

>She steps into the room, wearing only purple panties and a baby blue tank top.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Get out."

>The silence becomes tangible was she walks over to the other side of your bed.

>As she slithers under the covers beside you, you feel her warm hands grasp at your boner.

"GET THE FUCK O-"

>"Just once, let me have this, please," she says.

>Her begging eyes were hard to fight, but it was already too late.

>She's got you. Soon enough you two become face to face.

>Planting a kiss from her soft lips on yours, she tightens her grasp around your cock.

>Start off with slow strokes, she pushes her tongue in your mouth, tasting of some grape flavored Capri Sun.

>She teases the crown of your shaft by dragging her index finger back and forth with the utmost delicacy.

>Her tongue pushes further into your mouth, putting you into a lip lock with her.

>Your eyes close, feeling her tits press against your left arm, pinning it from push her off.

>Before long she pulls away, a string of saliva that connects you two snaps.

>Her eyelids half-lidded, and a smile on her face.

>"Relax, Anon," she tells you, giving a peck on your cheek.

>She leers down to her panties, then back up at you.

>"Still want that V-card?" She asks while hooking her panties with a finger, and pulling them away.

>You're not exactly in a position to answer "yes" here…

"Are you serious?"

>She straddles you, grinding her wet slit on the underside of your hose.

>"I'm dead serious."

>Another playful hump before she cocks her eyebrow. "So, how 'bout it?"

>She lifts her hips, reaches for your pecker.

"Fuck it."

>Aria descends her honeypot down onto you, and places a hand on your chest, her head flies back while she moans.

>"Hnnn, I'm gonna start off slow with you okay? Let's just take our time."

>>149

>With a slow rise and fall, Aria makes sure you don't go overboard with the physical stimulus.

>To feel her tight, slick crevice, and your tip feeling every bit of the friction is life changing.

>You're lost for words, your eyes nearly popping out of your head from it, your thigh muscles tense up.

>While the mind wants you to rush right in and blow your load, you have to make a conscious effort to keep at a slow pace to appreciate the pleasure.

>That was the plan until Aria sped up, getting really into it.

>Observe her face change to mindless lust, her eyes fixed on you as she slams on you as if she's unleashing this pent up fantasy.

>Your hand grabs her hips to help you get deeper.

>"Aaaah~!"

"Sweet fuck of–"

>"Little bro~"

>She stops fucking you for a second.

>Lifting up, your pole comes out, leaking with pre-cum.

>She takes a swap of it with a finger, your dick twitched just from feeling her rubbing a fingertip on your crown.

>Aria samples it, and has a pleased grin shortly after tasting it.

>She brings her mouth to an ear.

>"Wanna try anal?" She whispers.

>She pecks your lips again.

>"Hmm?"

>She turns around and gets on all fours, then smacks her ass before looking back at you.

>"C'mon already," she says, "don't worry about being gentle~"

>You stand on your knees, having your lance in hand and prod her other fuckhole.

>Even for a tight fit, you manage to squeeze, little at first.

>Aria plants her face into the bed, while your proceed to rail her as as brutally as you can.

>With each thrust, you get closer while you two break a sweat, the air in the room gets thicker, and funkier.

>"Ooooh that's it!"

>Her mouth agape while she takes you to the hilt, over and over again.

>You grunt even louder, enjoying the tighter hole with every inch you've been blessed with.

>>150

>"Ahhh! Pull my hair~!"

>This crazy bitch…

>You couldn't agree more.

>You grab a fist full of hair and pull with all your might while you pound her ass.

>The look painful look on her face is gold, see her wince even though she's loving this as much as you are.

>Before long, you find you're getting close.

>You're about to blow any moment.

"Haaaaa, Aria, I'm about to–"

>"Fuuuuck!"

>By a few seconds, you pull out despite the fact your mind was clouded with getting off right now.

>Your staff twitches violently, it's taking everything in you to not fire off.

>Aria whips around, crawling to your crotch, her hands slowly reaching for your tool.

>She looks up to you, a grin paints across your face.

>"Hey little bro, want me to jerk you off?"

"Oh for the love of God, YES!"

>What the hell kinda stupid question is that?!

>"Say please."

"Oh you cruel bitch."

>She snickers, "Haha, good enough."

>Taking her time, she barely touches the tip, then wraps her hand around your cock.

>Dives her face toward your balls, and proceeds to suck on one while jerking you off.

>Your jaw drops as your body damn near shuts down from having an intense orgasm.

>In a crazy spasm, spunk shoots out in pearly white strings, landing on Aria's face, some in her hair.

>Before you're done cumming, she's already got your wood in her mouth, draining you of every drop, and swallowing everything that floods in.

>You feel the vibration in her throat as she hums.

>Gazing upon you, with a messy smile, she tilts her head, "gonna be a fun spring break don'tcha think?"

>And indeed, it was.

"And so, you see, Mom," you start, holding Aria's hand while she sits next to you.

>Your parents are on the other side of the table, shaking their heads in shame.

"That's how Aria, got pregnant. All it took was a little pre-cum."

>They both shudder from you saying that sentence.

>"Where did you learn such filthy language?" Your mom asks.

>"And did you -have- to go into that much detail?" Your dad asks, still blinking in disbelief.

>"You know you two are in deep shit don't you?"

"Worth it."

>>153

"I don't know about that. You look cute, even though you don't have anything on."

>She looks around in a suspicious way.

>"Come on, this doesn't arouse you?"

>She leisurely moves closer.

"Not by much."

>She continues to tempt you by putting her hand on your leg.

"Nothing."

>Fluttershy then rubs her head along your shin.

"Seriously, you're acting more like a dog than anything else."

>Without any warning, she stands on her knees to put both of her hands on your stomach.

>You lose your balance and fall back.

>She slides on top of you, frozen to what just happened.

>"I didn't mean to, honest!"

>You wait if she will get up, proving that it was intentional or she's still shocked from the fall.

"Well?"

>She sighs when getting off.

>"I truly didn't mean to, it just… you know."

"Fine, you didn't know that I would fall down. Relax."

>"I'm sorry, it was just in the moment and… why can't you just accept it? Am I not trying hard enough?"

>She grabs her tail and plays around with it by rolling her thumb around the tip of it.

"No. This is plentiful, but it just isn't right."

>Her playful gesture on the tail turned into a hostile grab.

>"Okay then… you know where the door is."

>Fluttershy's joyless tone irritates you as she walks to her couch.

>She lays on it, sniffing while fixing her tail.

>You might not find a kick out of this, but you may as well do it for her.

>Walking into the living room, you stand right beside her.

>The sniveling stops when you put a hand on her arm.

>What almost gets her to jump is when you sit right beside her.

>Her silent but clearly baffled look she has is just enough for you to stay a little longer.

>"What are–"

"Just get over here so I can pet you."

>She does so as she lets out a squee.

>Fluttershy turns around to rest her head on your lap.

>She shuffles around to get comfortable.

>You are about the pet her fuzzy pink ears, but stop your hand in mid-air.

>That would be fucking stupid, rubbing some sort of plastic for nothing.

>You have a better idea by waving her hair over your hand.

>"Anon, what are–"

>You silence her by stroking her ear with an index finger and thumb.

>It causes her to groan in delight from your small, yet noticeable massage.

>With your other hand, you move it over hear head and trickle it down her back.

>She shivers.

>>154

"Are you all right?"

>"I am… enjoying this."

>Her relaxed voice and half lit eyes somewhat disturb you.

>After you stop everything that pleases Fluttershy, she groans once more, in a dissatisfied way.

>"Why did you stop?" She says when getting up.

>You can only shrug your shoulders.

>She doesn't accept the answer you gave her, so she crawls even closer to you.

>Fluttershy does not stop until her hip is on your lap and her head is resting on the arm rest of the sofa.

>"Come onnn, pet me." She almost whines at you.

>You're very indecisive about this right now. Still, you should do whatever it takes to keep her happy.

>Leaving her to cry like that isn't right.

>When you reach down to resume the scratching, she flips around.

>Fluttershy has her hands together, acting as if they were paws.

>She starts to blush when you eye her breasts.

>You avert your attention by looking around, until her honey pot catches your eye.

>"Ahem."

"Right."

>There doesn't seem to be a place for you to massage.

>Actually, there is two, maybe three that are definitely noticeable.

>Only one place that is a safe zone for you to scratch.

>You rub her stomach, causing her to wiggle in glee.

>"Nngh." She slips out.

>As you scratch her belly, she jerks her leg away.

>"Ang~" Her tongue moves around her lips and hangs on the side of her mouth.

>You can't deny that she is adorable, in a strange seductive way.

>You grow bored and decided to look around the room from where you are sitting at.

>Nothing special, just an ordinary living room.

>There is a reclining couch to your right, a table carrying two candles.

>How simple of them to have a painting of a fruit bowl handing on the wall.

>What does intrigue you is the television across the room.

>Maybe you can find the remote to watch something, try to pass the time.

>You continue to rub Fluttershy's belly when looking even further for the remote.

>Something is sticking out of the recliner.

>Either her father is into some weird shit, or that could be the remote.

>You lean over to get a better view, almost breaking Fluttershy out of her titillating trance.

>Her muffled moans rises in volume when you sit back in your spot.

>Turns out it is the remote. How unusual to have it sticking out like that.

>All you need is an excuse.

>You could say that you need to head for the restroom, but how are you–

>To your surprise, her hand is on her lady garden and the faint blush she had grew darker.

>>155

>She has her eyes shut while biting down on her other hand.

>You were expecting to pet her for a few minutes to satisfy her fantasy, but not like this.

>Fluttershy makes a quick peep, trying to be discreet about it.

>Moments later, she breaks it when opening both of her eyes out of embarrassment.

>"Uh, I…"

>Her hand is now covering her shame.

>She darts her eyes around, expecting to find an answer right there and then.

>Instead, she moves her head under your other hand, wanting to resume the pampering you were giving her.

>"Please?"

>A passing thought went through to you.

>You graze her hair before putting the back of her head in the palm of your hand.

>She peacefully hums to your touch.

>You go on back to lightly patting her stomach.

>Fluttershy jitters out of enjoyment, along with a smile she previously had.

>You stop and slide your hand under her back.

>"Hmm?"

>Without any warning, you pick Fluttershy up.

>She's now sitting on your lap, keeping her camel toe covered with that hand.

>"Anon, what's going on?" She says with a hint of fear and anger in her voice.

>Ignoring her request, you slide your hand from her head over to her breast and start fondling it.

>She goes back to moaning, but does not cover it this time.

>"Why?" Fluttershy asks out of bewilderment.

"It looked like you beckoned it from the moment you touched yourself."

>"K-kind of. I-it was from the start, really."

>Oh, that settles it. You will please her - in spades.

>You slide your arm under her armpit and follow it down to her hand, wedging beneath it to stick two fingers inside her eager mating canal.

>"EEP!" She squeals.

>You begin to mess with her buttons by simultaneously fingering her when pinching her nipple.

>She starts to resist it all by grabbing your wrists.

>>157

>You promptly cease everything that has been sensuous to Fluttershy.

>"What's wrong?"

>It's time to face the music.

"This entire time, I've been doing this for you, but I can't take your offer."

>"W-why not?"

"I like you, but this is still bizarre."

>She appears guilty of something.

>"I, like you too."

"I'm just not sure anymore. I wanted to make you happy when I started to petting you, and now I'm groping your chest."

>"I understand."

"Sorry, Flutters."

>"I wanted you to join along, it made me feel empty that you were left out."

"Don't worry about me, just enjoy it."

>Just when you're about to finger her, she grabs your arm.

>"I loved on what you did, but you're right. This is too much."

"It is. I wouldn't mind doing it later, but not now."

>You bring your hands away from her.

>Fluttershy adjusts her position by grabbing your shoulders to turn around.

>"We probably just need to know each other better."

"That's it. Maybe we can do so over dinner and a movie sometime soon?"

>She nods and smiles.

>The two of you look at each other, unsure since everything is kind of ruined now that you went sobby.

>You bring Fluttershy closer to you, anticipating for a hug.

>Maybe you'll go the extra mile to kiss her.

>That expectation vanished when she licked your right cheek.

>"Um, one last time?"

>Her concerned smile and tightened grasp on your shoulders reveals on how anxious she is.

"If you're lucky enough, we can do this again."