Sit On It
by BC Ted

[I *told* you this wasn't finished yet.]

"Oh, sit on it!" I had exclaimed.  You got a coy look in your eye and
responded "No, ... how would you breathe?"  "Huh?"  Not one of my most
brilliant replies, but you just smiled and refused to say any more on
the subject.

Bedtime.  "Are you busy tonight?" I asked.  "Yes, sleeping," you
answered.  Nothing unusual, then, I thought.  "G'night, then."  I
rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke up suddenly.  I couldn't sit up.  Something was holding me
down.  No, not something, someone.  You were on top of me.  Your feet
were on either side of my head, while your knees were astride my
chest.  You were fondling my cock and balls, which must have been what
woke me up.

You were wearing a pair of white cotton panties (at least, I couldn't
see anything else).  A few more minutes went by before you noticed
that I was awake.  "Ah, so you're up!" you remarked as you
 
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