“Mike, I am in so much pain right now.” Mo says as we collapse on the mattress together. “But, I also feel so free. So alive. I’ve known you since before we even knew what sex was. And now we’re doing it. Exploring each other bodies like Lewis and Clark.”
I reason that this bitch clearly has paternal issues.
I put my finger over her mouth to get her to stop talking. She starts sucking my dick some more. I scratch her upper back and tell her to make her ass clap. My buzz is starting to wear so I reach for my phone and open Facebook. I pull up Mo’s page and scroll through her archive. It turns out she has several pictures with the star pitcher of our rival school’s team. This angers the shit out of me.
“You fucked Joe Boner, you crazy bitch?” I roar at the top my lungs. “What?” she replies. “How did you know?”
I throw her off the couch on to the living room floor and begin violently slapping her ass cheeks. I’m actually so angry that I take the baseball bat and begin hitting picture frames in the house, our flat screen television, as well as the couch, and air mattress. I then take the baseball bat and start slamming the floor several times mere inches away from Mo’s head. She begins crying and I wonder if this finally where the buck stops.
“Mike, I’m sorry! It was two years ago, when we were sixteen, and we only dated for a couple months! Please, just let me suck on your cock!” I accept her offer and pass out sometime before climaxing.
I awoke several hours later to Mo passed out next with my sweatshirt on but no pants. Her ass cheeks looked bigger and rounder than ever. I start exploring it with my tongue. She wakes up, seemingly disoriented and jumps to her feet.
“You are a son of a bitch.” she cries. “I am in so much pain. I can’t believe what we did last night.”
“Mo, you—-”
Before I can even finish my sentence, she covers my mouth with her hand.
“And I can’t wait to see you again.” she says.