“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he said, pulling his mouth off Jen’s for a moment.
“That’s okay,” she said, speaking desperately. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“In fact, I think I’m ready to cum right now.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Jen said.
“Yeah?” Matt asked.
Jen nodded her head. Then she grabbed the back of Matt’s head and pulled him closer to her. She knew how much he liked kissing while fucking and figured it would get him to finish up that much quicker.
She was right.
Matt started moving more rapidly against her, still not all the quickly but at a faster pace than any other time since he’d stuck his cock in her ass. In the end, it was more than enough.
Five seconds later, he was ready to cum.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he said under his breath, just like he always did before he came.
“Spray my stomach with it,” Jen said, staring him right in the eyes, knowing exactly what was coming.
Matt nodded as his orgasm arrived and pulled his cock out of Jen’s asshole and leaned forward, so his cock was lying atop her pussy. Jen reached down and grabbed ahold of his cock and jerked him off, bringing him the final last little bit to the edge, and then over it. He came right away, shooting his seed all over Jen’s stomach, just like she’d requested.
It was a massive load, four full pumps, covering Jen’s washboard stomach with his pale white sperm.
“That wasn’t quite what I expected,” Matt said after he was done, offering her a little smile.
“Me neither,” Jen replied. “But it wasn’t bad.”
“No, not at all,” he said. “It was just . . . different.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Much different.”
They shared a laugh then a kiss.
“Next time we’ll have to prepare better,” Jen said.
This surprised Matt a bit. “There’s going to be a next time?”
“Sure,” she said. “You do want to try it again, right?”
“Well, yeah,” he said. “I just figured you wouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Matt shrugged.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Jen said. “It wasn’t great. But it wasn’t bad either. And it was almost good. A little more warm up next time, some drinks beforehand and a little bit more attention to my asshole before you stick your cock in there, plus a whole lot of lube, and I think I could really get into it.”
“Yeah?” Matt said.
Jen nodded. “It was intense,” she said. “More intense than usual.”
“That’s the truth,” he said.
“If done properly, I think it would cause one hell of a monster orgasm.”
“I can see that,” Dan said, thinking about how hard he came after just having his cock in her ass for a short time. “I can totally see that.”
“Then it’s a date,” Jen said. “Saturday night. We’ll do it the right way.”
“Sounds great,” Matt said. He couldn’t wait.
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PUNISHING THE TEEN
FILTHY LITTLE TEEN: VOLUME TWO
BROCK LANDERS
I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Jamie. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.
“Hey Jamie, what’s up?” I said.
“Are you busy?” she replied.
“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”
“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”
I laughed. Jamie wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 18-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.
“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.
“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.
“I’ll be waiting.”
I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Jamie was. It simply wasn’t possible.
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I showed up at Jamie’s door half an hour later.
“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Jamie it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.
“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.
“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Jamie was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.
I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.
“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.
She nodded.
“What did you do this time?” I asked.
“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Jamie it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.
“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.
“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 18-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Jamie scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”
I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Jamie couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.