Passion and Ponies

Chapter 12 – Hot and Juicy Wiener

- Tyler -

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Right there! A little more to the left. Lick my Christmas ornaments.”

Ava’s mouth stills on my dick and she looks up at me. If my penis wasn’t stuffed in her mouth, I have a feeling she’d be yelling at me for something. Her mouth is so warm and wet that I really couldn’t care less what she yells at me about right now. She’s giving me a blow job in the women’s bathroom of the bar and I am not about to tell her to pipe down with the attitude, especially when I feel her graze my dick with her teeth. Nope, never piss off a woman who holds your manhood and the lives of your future children in between her chompers.

She sucks me hard into her mouth and I smack my hands down on the wall of the bathroom stall we’re in. As good as this feels, I need to stop her. I’d much rather be between her legs when I come and I have a feeling she’s already pissed about the fact that she’s kneeling on a bathroom floor right now.

Leaning forward, I slide my hands under her arms and haul her up from the floor, pressing her back against the wall and sliding my hands up her bare thighs. I stare into her eyes as my hands continue to move until they are wrapped around the soft, smooth flesh of her ass.

“Fuck, you’re not wearing any underwear?” I mutter as she leans forward and slides the tip of her tongue across my bottom lip.

“I was, but I took them off a little while ago when I went to the bathroom. I slipped them in the pocket of your coat that’s still hanging over the chair by the bar,” she tells me.

Ava reaches her hand in between our bodies and wraps it around my dick, stroking me while I knead her ass and pull one of her legs up around my hip.

Once her leg is secure, I quickly reach into my back pocket for one of the condoms I stuck in there before I left the house. I told her a little white lie when she asked me if I followed her. Charlotte called me after Ava left her and Gavin’s place and asked if I’d keep an eye on Ava and make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. Even though Ava swore she’d never have sex with me again, I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.

I quickly rip open the condom with my teeth. Ava takes it from me and easily rolls the thin rubber down the length of my cock. I sigh in pleasure as she lines me up and in one hard thrust, I’m fully inside of her, both of us groaning. I don’t waste any time – I immediately start pounding into her, the bathroom stall shaking with the force of my thrusts.

“Take that purse off of your shoulder, it’s in my way,” I complain, grabbing onto the strap as I hold myself still inside of her.

She smacks my hand away and gives me a dirty look. “Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much this bag cost? I’m not putting it anywhere near that floor. People have pissed on that floor.”

I slowly grind my hips against her and try reaching for the purse again. She closes her eyes and moans, but even with her eyes closed she knows what I’m doing and her hand latches onto my wrist in a death grip.

“Touch that bag and you die. A slow, painful death where I cut off your balls and make you eat them.”

Her eyes are still closed and she hums in approval when I jerk against her. This time, I’m not trying to distract her with my awesome sexual moves; I’m honestly fucking afraid of her. That little jerk was a reflex when I thought about my balls being detached from my body and force-fed to me. You can make all the jokes you want about balls being delicious and loving the feel of balls in your mouth, but it’s not funny at all when we’re talking about my sweaty, hairy balls.

I make a mental note to shave my balls as soon as fucking possible before I start moving inside of her again. I’m guessing if Ava does make good on her threat, balls would go down a lot easier if they weren’t covered in pubes.

Ava’s hands clutch onto my hair and she starts mumbling nonsense, telling me to move faster and harder as I bite and suck on the skin of her neck.

“Yeah, you like that? You like it when Big Papa gives you his hot and juicy wiener?” I pant, my hips hammering against her.

Her fists yank on my hair, pulling my head away from her neck so hard that I see stars.

“Ow! What the fuck?” I complain as she gives me a dirty look.

“You cannot say shit like that when we’re fucking. You just can’t,” she warns me, letting out a low groan when I shift my hips and grind my pubic bone against her clit.

“What’s wrong with a little dirty talk? I thought you’d like it.”

Ava moves against me, matching me thrust for thrust and now it’s my turn to groan.

“I like dirty talk. I LOVE dirty talk. What you’re doing is not dirty talk. It’s ‘weird as fuck’ talk. Repeat after me: I love fucking you, your pussy is so tight,” Ava demands.

Well, damn, that was hot. I kind of wish I had a vagina right now.

Slowing down my movements, I start rolling my hips against her and do as she says.

“I love fucking you, your pussy is so tight,” I tell her in a soft, low voice.

She moans her approval, so I continue.

“Your pussy is so tight, like trying to get a new My Little Pony out of the packaging. Like those fucking tight twisty ties-”

“Oh, my God, no! JESUS CHRIST” she interrupts.

I move my hand from her ass and slide it in between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing slow circles around it.

“Oh, God, oh, my God,” she pants. “Okay, try this one: Your pussy is so wet and feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

I hold myself inside of her and start moving my thumb faster against her clit.

“Your pussy is so wet and feels so good wrapped around my cock…like fucking a glass of warm water.”

Ava grabs onto my ear lobe and yanks it as hard as she can, pulling my face towards her. “Stop fucking adlibbing!”

I pull out of her and then slam back inside, my thumb still working her over while she gasps and jerks her hips against me.

“I want to come inside you and then I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours,” Ava mutters.

Pausing my hip thrusts, I stare at her in shock until she opens her eyes.

“When I told you I bought a butt plug, I didn’t really think you’d take that to mean I wanted you to fuck me in the ass. Honestly, I don’t even know how that works,” I admit.

She rolls her eyes, moving her hands to my hips and forcing me to start pounding into her again.

“Hello? I’m giving you dirty talk suggestions. You’re supposed to say that to me,” she complains.

Once again, I completely stop moving.

“Wait, you want me to come inside you AND fuck your ass? You didn’t talk to me for a week when I just put the tip in. I’m so confused right now,” I tell her with a shake of my head.

“You know what? How about we just don’t talk. At all. Just keep doing what you’re doing with your thumb because I’m about two seconds away from coming,” she moans.

Alrighty, that I can do.

Getting back to business, I keep my mouth shut and continue pounding into Ava, moving my thumb over her in tiny circles. Within seconds, she’s screaming my name and I quickly follow right behind her. Who knew having sex in a bar bathroom could be so hot?

After we catch our breath, I pull out of her and dispose of the condom. Ava straightens her clothes and runs a hand through her long hair before we unlock the stall door and make our way back out to the bar.

“So, does this mean we can renegotiate the whole anal thing? Because I’ve been studying up with porn and I think I know what I did wrong last time,” I tell her as we get to our seats.

“Shut up, Tyler,” Ava replies.

My balls are still intact and we managed to spend a few hours together without killing one another.

I’d say this is progress.