Inside the Thong

by Nu D Pikks

Johnson stared in awe at the beautiful sweetness that lay before him.

Inside the thong.

“Little J,” as he’d been dubbed in high school, quickly tautened his muscles, and prepared himself for the frontal assault that would occur in just a few moments.

He drove forward, relentless, until he reached—the thong.

It was impenetrable. He tried to just shove it aside, but to no avail. The thong was there—to stay.

“Johnny, stop it!” cried the girl to whom the thong belonged. “Johnny, get off of me!” Then, she kicked Little J.

He quickly curled up in a fetal position, rocking back and forth and murmuring to himself, even as he was forced to watch his goal these many long months walk away from him—again.

All Little J had ever wanted to do was to get inside a thong, and discover all the glorious treasures that lay within. He shuddered with pleasure to think of that! Sure, he knew all about the secret’s of a woman’s—or a man’s—tongue. But inside the thong … there lay the ultimate goal!

But Johnny, unfortunately, was still a virgin.

Little J hung his head in shame. He should have done something! He should have made her see how important this was to him. He should have—”

“Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve,” Johnny muttered.

Then it came time to pick himself off the ground, and put on his pants, and his hooded sweatshirt.

As he walked through the dark corridor, where he had taken his girlfriend, he couldn’t help but wonder … how could things be different? How could he get laid? He would be 18 soon. But did it even matter? All his friends had slept with several girls by now. All of them … except him.

Late that night, as he lay in bed, Little J tossed and turned, dreaming about thongs. Lacy ones, fluffy ones, tiger-striped ones. They were all just so yummy! He could almost taste it. The wetness, the sweatiness of the thongs … His body hardened and his mouth began to water at just the thought! And then, he honestly couldn’t help it, he threw up.

Johnny muttered and then moaned as he sat up and shook his head. “Not again,” he groaned as he was forced to get up and change the filthy sheets. “I hate when that happens.”

The next morning, Johnny went to school in a suit and tie—to impress the ladies! It was less than a week until his 18th birthday. He really needed to get his groove thong—er, thing—on! As soon as possible.

Then his saw her—Deborah Wilson! Only the hottest girl in school, she was tall and thin, with gigantic breast implants and luscious, wide, child-bearing hips. Her blond hair was always perfectly styled—she had her own personal stylist who followed her around day and night (and slept with her, in her bed, and in her pussy, too, if rumors were to be believed). Her eyes were a bright, baby blue that captivated the senses and made the mind go blank, and the penis go hard. But most of all, her eyes were incredibly vacant, and her IQ was less than that of a mop—or a penis! Which made her the perfect girl to be labeled an easy lay—which she definitely was.

But when she looked in his direction, he quickly jumped into an alcove in the wall, so that she wouldn’t see the huge bulge in his pants.

As he peered at her around the wall, Little J could feel his mouth begin to water, and the urge come upon him again, as he stared, blatantly and proudly, at Little Debbie. “Oh, no,” he muttered to himself. “I don’t want to embarrass myself by throwing up again—and this time in a public place!” So he held back until the urge had passed, and he was relaxed again.

Then, Johnny felt someone tap his shoulder. He whirled around. There she stood—Deborah Wilson!

“Uh, Deborah! Wh—what are you doing here?”

She looked at him coyly from beneath her lashes. “Would you like to see the inside of my thong?”

“Would I ever!” he exclaimed, eager as a young puppy.

But Deborah only laughed. “Yeah, right! Like that would ever happen!” she stuck her tongue out at him, with all the cruelty that lay within her child-like brain, and then turned around and walked away, laughing.

Little J was crushed, and began to weep his little heart out.

Several days later …

It was the day before his birthday. Johnny didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to be an 18 year old virgin! All his friends, he knew, were waiting with anticipation for his birthday, so that they could laugh at him and jeer at him for his failure … he cringed. He couldn’t let them do that!

So he decided that today would be his last day as a virgin.

And he would lose it with Deborah Wilson!

Little J grinned with delight. Boy, was he looking forward to this! Conquering Little Debbie, getting inside her thong … his dream would come true! Or maybe his dream would just cum. He shrugged. Who cared as long as he could taste the sweetness that lay just inside the thong?

So it came to pass that Johnny, lowering his voice and pretending to be her boyfriend, called up Deborah and invited her to an abandoned warehouse in order to “get it on.” She said she would simply be delighted to!

So when he got there, Johnny was dressed up in a dark cloak and mask, wearing nothing beneath it.

“Hello, is anybody there?” Deborah called out.

“I am here!” Johnny exclaimed in a falsely deep voice.

“Oooooh, Georgio!” she shrieked, giggling. Then, she stripped almost naked, and he flung off his cape—keeping the mask on, of course, so that she wouldn’t realize who was really behind this midnight rendez-vous in the abandoned warehouse!

Little J grinned and began to drool as he watched Little Debbie, clad only in a single, plaid thong, swaying towards him, her sultry voice crooning his name—or, rather, Georgio’s name.

But soon, they were on the ground, and this time, as Little J stared at the portal through which he hoped to gain entrance, the thong was lifted aside—by Deborah!

Little J flew inside her, and felt the warmth and wetness surrounding him. He sighed, but then realized that his task was not done! He was going to give her the best lay she had ever had!

So Little J flew in and out and in and out of her lovely wet hole, and finally, both of their dreams came—whether true, or false—together!

“Oh, Georgio,” Deborah murmured afterwards, “That was the best sex I have ever had!”

“To tell you the truth,” Johnny said in his normal voice, “I’m not Georgio, I’m Johnny!” He lifted off the mask to reveal himself to her, finally.

Deborah giggled. “Who cares? You’re great in bed!” and then she jumped on him again.

Johnny grinned down at his member, whom he had nicknamed “Little J” when he had first discovered the joys of masturbation. “Don’t let me down, little buddy!” he thought.

Little J grinned back, and came through for his master once again, all the while beaming with pride.

He had been inside the thong, and back.