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Goodnight Kiss	By : Sylviavenger Category: +S through Z > Venture Brothers Views: 4858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Goodnight Kiss
- 1
Trianna walked parked the car and took the keys out of the ignition. She looked over at Dean, who was nervously biting his lip.

"Th-thanks for saving me back there."

Triana smirked.

"No biggie. Carol's a bitch like that sometimes."

She opened the door and stepped out. Dean fumbled with his seatbelt and opened his door.

"I'm sorry I ruined our evening...," he said shyly, closing the passenger door.

"Don't worry about it. I had a great time.”

Dean perked up.

“Really?!”

“Well, it would’ve been better if I hadn’t gotten in a fight…” She started walking to the door. Dean rushed after her.

“Oh…”

“But at least I got to spend time with you,” she said in a low, breathy purr. She grabbed Dean’s hand, and smiled as he tensed up.

“Ah-ah…Trianna…?”

“Shh!” she whispered, pulling him closer. She puckered her lips and leaned forward. Dean blushed, and just as her lips reached his, he swooned and fell, hitting his head on the concrete floor of the Venture compound’s jet hangar. Trianna sighed. “Every time…” she thought. “Well, Dean Venture, you’re not getting away from me this time!” She looked down at his jeans, and noticed a distinct bulge. She grinned, then picked up her right foot and pressed it lightly against the erection straining that was straining against the heavy denim fabric. She began to rub it with her stiletto heel, and watched in amazement as the bulge grew even larger.

“Shit, Dean is hung!” she thought. She got onto her knees. She looked around nervously, then unzipped Deans pants. She reached inside, and felt his warm, throbbing dick. She struggled to pull it out, having to bend it a bit to get it out, as it was already larger than the zipper would allow. Dean’s dick was at least nine inches long, and plenty thick. She pumped it a bit in her hand, amazed by the length and firmness of it. “Thing’s even bigger than my vibrator…,” she thought; and then she got the idea. Looking around once more to make sure that she and Dean were alone, she straddle the unconscious young man and pushed down her skirt. She fondled her pussy, already hot and wet at the thought of what she was about to do. She lay on top of Dean, wrapping her arms around his head, her lips just inches from his, her pussy rubbing against his pulsing cock. “I’d never be able to do this with him if he were awake. He’d probably have a heart attack!” She looked at his soft, thin lips, and this time she truly kissed him, sliding her warm, wet tongue into his mouth and exploring the warmth and softness of his. She sucked on his tongue and began to grind her increasingly wet pussy against his dick, her arousal mounting.

Trianna reached down, grabbing his dick with one hand while she caressed his face with the other. She sat up a bit, and pressed the head of Dean’s cock to her pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto it, shifting her hips as she felt the length of him enter her. Closed her eyes and moaned softly.

“Oh yes! Dean!”

She continued to lower herself until the entire length of Dean’s member was inside her. Trianna was gasping for breathe-it was a much bigger stretch than she’d imagine it be. She set began to move her hip up and down, slowly at first. She moaned and rubbed her throbbing clit and pinched her left nipple through her t-shirt.

“Oh God, Dean! I wish you were awake for this! Ah!”

She grabbed both her breasts, squeezing them hard, wishing all the while that Dean was doing so. She bounced up and down, her pussy slamming down onto Dean’s pussy-juice coated crotch. Dean whimpered softly.

“Ah! I’m glad you’re enjoying this too, Dean!”

“T…Trianna?”

Dean’s eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened.

“O shit!”

“Trianna!” he screamed in terror. He struggled to get out from under her. Trianna lunged forward, pinning his arms down.

“You’re not getting away until you make me cum, you little bitch!”

“But, Trianna!” he squealed, his voice cracking in terror. The merciless woman kept riding his cock, her eyes mad with lust.

“So don’t you dare go limp on me!”

Dean whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. Oh no, Trianna’s…making babies with me! This is so wrong! A thousand baby angels just died!

Trianna ripped of her shirt. Dean gasped. She reached behind herself, unhooking her bra, which fell off with the fierce bouncing off her body, letting her perky B-cup tits bounce freely. Dean was closed his eyes, shaking and whimpering in both fear and excitement, all the objections his mind hand been making silenced by the glory of Trianna’s breasts. He felt Trianna stop bouncing and start grinding in a slow, circular motion. They both moaned, and Dean felt her grabbing his hands. He opened his eyes and saw her placing them on her breasts.

“Squeeze them…its okay Dean, I know you’ve wanted to.”

His hands trembling, Dean closed his eyes and squeezed them every so slightly. Trianna let out a deep moan and began to bounce up and down, causing Dean to moan as well. He squeezed Trianna’s tits even harder, relishing in their firmness. He felt her erect nipples under his fingers, and curiously flicked at them, causing Trianna to moan even louder and hump him furiously.

“Oh fuck! Yes!”

“Aaahn!” Dean screamed, “Triana! It feels-!”

“Fucking awesome!” she screamed, her back arching. She set her hands over Dean’s, squeezing them harder. She leaned back, her entire body tensing as she climaxed. Dean whimpered, feeling her pussy contract against his dick.

“Ahhh! Oh! My no-noes! AH!!”

He felt his balls contracting as he spurted inside of her. Triana was panting. She grinded against Dean, feeling her contractions slowly fading. She reached down and pulled Dean’s now-flacid cock out of herself, then rolled on her side. She set a hand on Dean’s chest, feeling his heart racing, and smiled.

“Now, don’t tell anyone about this…,” she trailed her hand down to his cock, and gently squeezed his balls. Dean flinched. “And don’t worry, we’ll be doing this a lot more!”

PART II!!!

Dean felt like he was adrift on the sea. The world seemed to spin and convulse around him. Dim, dull light was shining in from above him. He blinked. The room seemed to be slowly coming into focus.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Dean blinked a few more times. Things slowly came into focus. He was lying on a a bed. Triana Orpheus was standing beside him.

“Triana! Where am I?! What happened? Were we attacked all I remember is-!”

“Shh!!” she hissed, leaning forward and putting a finger to her lips. Dean’s eyes widened as his memory came flooding back to him.

“Ah! You! You-! Did dirty stuff to me while I was asleep!”

Triana laughed. Dean tried to sit up, only to feel a sharp pain in his wrists. It was a feeling he had felt before-he was tied up.

“What are you doing? What do you want from me? I thought you were my friend!”

Triana sat on the bed next to his head. She reached and caressed his cheek.

“De-ean…,” she cooed, “I’m more than your friend. I’m your girlfriend.”

Dean was aghast. On the one hand, he was still shocked and horrified by what Triana had done to him, while on the other hand, he had, at least on a physical level, enjoyed it, which made him even more ashamed; On yet another hand, he was incredibly surprised by what Triana had said, and yet, on another still, he was overjoyed. Too emotional to talk, he looked up at her, his mouth wide open. Triana took advantage of his surprise and kissed him deeply. At first Dean could only lay there is deepening shock, but then, as he came to realize that he was doing what he had long wanted to more than anything else, he began to kiss back, recalling all the hours he had spent practicing on his hand and on H.E.L.P.E.R.

Triana broke the kiss, sitting up and smiling, surveying Hank from under her purple-painted eyelids. She ran her hand across his thin chest and taut stomach. She loved how skinny Dean was. It was hard to find a boy that wasn’t at least a little fat these days, let alone one that was healthy but not an over-tanned ‘roid-using airhead. She giggled at the bulge yet again visible in Dean’s pants.

“Dean…I know that I scared you last night. I’m sorry, but I had to. You see…I do want to be your girlfriend, but I knew you’d never have the balls to ask me. A girl gets tired of waiting, and besides…,” she lightly, teasingly touched the front of Dean’s pants, “We girls have our desires as well!”

Dean let out a faint cry of incoherent horniness. Trianna chuckled.

“But that’s alright. I like being in control anyways. From now on, Deanie-Weenie, we’ll be real boyfriend and girlfriend, and do all the fun boyfriend and girlfriend things…”

She leaned on Dean’s chest, her face just inches from his.

“There’s just one little catch…!”

Dean smiled nervously, overjoyed and still a little nervous.

“Wh-what’s that, Triana?”

“Well…you have to be my slave. Its not all that bad. As long as you do what I say and please me, you’ll get to keep me. I’ll be yours to love and talk to and go on dates with and…,” she reached down and rubbed Dean’s cock through his pants, making his whimper and roll his eyes up, “…play with. Do you agree?”

Dean bit his bottom lip and nodded.

“Good boy!” she said, grabbing him by the hair, pulling his head up to her face, and kissing his forehead. She let go, and his head fell back, hitting the headboard.

Dean blinked, dazed. When he looked over at Triana, she was standing by the bed in her underwear. She was wearing a lacy black bra and a matching thong, and the sheer beauty of her body made Dean’s toes curl.

“I have a little game for us to play, Dean dear. If you win, you get a prize. If I win, I get to do something fun with you. Is that alright?”

Dean hesitated, then nodded.

“Good boy,” she crooned. She climbed on top of him, facing towards his groin. Dean bit down on his bottom lip and looked away as she shoved her sex towards his face. Triana pushed her panties aside. Nervously, Dean peeked at what she was doing.

“Triana’s…private parts!” he gasped out loud.

“Pussy, Dean. You’re seventeen, call it what other seventeen-year olds do.”

Dean stared at her pussy-it was completely hairless, with delicate, pink folds like rose petals barely peaking out of her soft, porcelain-white vulva. Its…more beautiful that I thought it’d be! Its much better than the those icky old anatomy slides in the learning beds.

“Well?” she asked impatiently.

“Um,” Dean began, nervously, “What do you want me to do, Triana?”

She giggled, and reached down between her legs to spread her pussy. The reaction was immediate; Dean’s dick seemed to jump at the sight of her displayed sex.

“I want you to eat me out!” she commanded.

Dean’s brain, however, was slower catching on.

“Eat you…out? Like a cannibal!?!”

Triana let out an exasperated sigh.

“Jesus…!” she sighed. Okay, how could I make him understand this? “I want you to stimulate my genital region, using your lips and tongue. Sucking, licking, etc…you get it?”

Dean’s grin seemed nearly maniacal.

“Yes’m!”

She grabbed him roughly by his hair, pulling his face right into her cunt.

“Then get going!”

Dean paused, thinking carefully. Okay…female anatomy…the one’s on the outside are the labia major, the pink ones on the inside are the labia minor…urethral opening, vaginal opening…I should focus on the that and the clitoris, but not at the exclusion of the other parts…Wow, her bottom’s pretty too! Wait, the butt! Didn’t Brock say that counted too? I don’t think the anatomy video did, though…Maybe Brock was wrong? But then again, the subliminal learning tapes are several decades old…

Triana interrupted his internal dialogue moving her hips backwards, practically smothering him with her pussy. With a startled “Mmmph!” Dean began to lick and suck at Triana’s pussy. He moved his tongue over her clit, clockwise, then counterclockwise, then slid his tongue down between her folds and then up down and around them, then back to her clit. Triana smiled, shuddering involuntarily. She pressed her cunt against his mouth, savoring the feeling of his warm wet tongue probing at her opening. She unzipped his pants, pulling out his already erect cock.

“Remember I told you about a little game, Deanie?”

She licked her lips while grinding her hips against his face. She stroked his dick in her hand, grinning.

“Well…the game goes like this…If you make me cum first you get to go home for now.”

She looked at the clock, noting the time: 5:00 a.m.

“But if you cum first, I’ll have to punish you!”

Dean’s eyes opened wide. He swirled his tongue vigorously. Triana moaned.

“Oh yes!”

I can’t let you win that easily, Dean Venture! She began to lick Dean hard cock, sliding her tongue around the head while pumping the shaft in her hand. She felt Dean moan into her cunt, and grinned. She licked up and down his shaft, getting it nice and slick, then closed her dark purple painted lips around the throbbing head of his dick. She began to suck it, sliding her lips up and down his shaft while sliding her tongue around it in her mouth. She moved her fingers right in front of her lips, increasing the stimulation. Her hips bucked slightly as Dean closed his mouth over her clit, sucking on it and lapping at it with his tongue while his nose brushed against her pussy lips.

“Aaahn!”

He’s good for such a total virgin…but even with a head start, he can’t outlast me. He’s a guy, after all.

She cupped his balls with her free hand, caressing and squeezing them gently. Dean flinched underneath her. Okay, she thought, time to make this bitch boy squirt! She took her finger off of Dean’s dick. She bobbed her head up and down fiercely, suppressing the urge to gag as the tip of Dean’s member hit the back of her throat. Sucking his dick and fondling his balls, Triana moved her free hand down to Dean’s tight, puckered asshole. She rubbed it gently with her fingertips, feeling Dean squirm and moan once more. She slowly slid her lips up his shaft while she positioned her fingers. She let Dean’s dick press against the inside of her cheek. Then, with a sudden thrust, she shoved three of her fingers into the teen’s tight ass. Dean shrieked like a girl, his mouth leaving Triana’s pussy as he threw his head back and arched his back. Triana felt his balls contract and his dick throb fiercely, and felt a warm spurt on cum in her mouth. It tasted more salty than anything, with sort of a faint aftertaste of cheese. She swallowed some of it, letting the rest trail from her mouth mixed with her saliva, down onto her lover’s still throbbing cock. She smiled and reached back, grabbing the panting boy by his hair and pulling his face back into her pussy.

“You’re not done yet, Dean. Plus, I have to think of a punishment for you!”
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