It was very hard following Amy as we ran through the Dorset countryside that morning. Literally. From the moment she’d pulled on her skin-tight shorts and pink crop top, I’d been reduced to a drooling, jabbering wreck.
Whenever the footpath narrowed, she’d insisted on going in front, swaying her hips, thrusting her bottom towards my face, leaving me gnashing my teeth in frustration.
I’d tried so hard to resist, to rip my eyes away from the curves that she swung so provocatively in front of me, but to no avail; she’d reached into my skull, disconnected my brain and jammed the bare wires leading from my balls into the open socket. The swelling in my shorts told her she’d succeeded. Running with a boner is no fun, especially if your girlfriend is silently mocking you for it.
Of course, she knew what she was doing; that demure pout, that look of feigned innocence, all too easily betrayed by that wicked smile. She was high on the power she had over me; I was putty in her hands. With her wiles she’d banished Sensible Jake; I’d regressed to a grunting pubescent.
And I hated myself for it. Hated how easily she could exploit my puerile masculinity. She’d cast her spell, turned my hormones against me. She’d tortured me until my defences were broken and my honour was ablaze with lust. She was leading me home with my tongue hanging out and I was powerless to stop her.
The prim and proper Amy calmly unlocked the door to the cottage, smiling innocently at me as if we’d just returned from a respectable Sunday stroll. She made a beeline to the kitchen sink, and I watched, mesmerised by her perfectly shaped butt, as she reached up on tiptoe to pick out two glasses from the cupboard.
She turned on the tap to fill them with water. That was my cue, the routine we’d rehearsed so many times. My cock strained against the tight confines of my compression shorts.
I moved behind her.
“Hello sexy,” I growled softly into her ear. I let my left hand tease the exposed flesh at the base of her buttocks and I slid a fingertip under the tight lycra of her shorts.
“Oohh geddoff,” she teased playfully.
I leant forward to kiss her on the side of her head.
“Ewww!” she pushed me away with her hand. “You’re all sweaty!”
“But I’m so horny,” I moaned pathetically.
“And whose fault is that?” she asked in her strict-schoolmistressy voice.
“But you’ve been teasing me all morning,” I bleated.
“I just went on an early morning run with my handsome young man,” she replied unimpressed. She turned off the tap and set the glasses down on the worktop. “It’s not my fault you’ve got yourself overexcited,” she scolded.
I had two hands on her butt now and she was trying to press back against me. I ran my hands round to her hips and let her push against me. She gasped as she felt my erection pressing snugly between her buttocks.
“You’re telling me you didn’t mean to get me all excited with these tight shorts and this little top?” I answered accusingly.
My girlfriend spun round, pushing me backwards slightly.
“I made you excited?” she asked in mock incredulity. “What about this?” she tugged at the new compression shirt that I was wearing. “Or this?” She grabbed my cock through my shorts. “I’ve been wanting to drag you behind a bush ever since we left the house!”
“You like that?” I taunted her.
She nodded, mute, eyes shining with lust. My erection throbbed painfully.
“You like feeling my hard cock?” I asked.
She nodded again.
I lifted her chin with my fingers. “Let me hear you say it,” I ordered. “Tell me you like my big, hard cock.”
“Oh Jake!” she growled in protest, squeezing me harder, as if to punish me for my demand.
“Let me hear you say it!” I insisted.
She shook her head and tried to lift the hem of my shirt, but I dropped my arms to my side preventing her from doing so.
“Say it,” I growled.
Thwarted, Amy beat her fists on my chest in frustration.
“Yes Jake, I fucking love your big hard cock,” she shouted. “Happy?” She gave me a withering look. “Now let me get your fucking top off!”
I bent forwards and took a step back, letting her pull my shirt from me. She flung the garment sideways and it caught on one of the pegs by the front door.
For a split second she hesitated — maybe we were moving too fast, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this downstairs in full view of the kitchen window. I stayed still, standing maybe a metre from her, giving her the space to run her eyes over my body. Behind her, the sunlight played through her hair, a golden halo framing her illusory innocence.
Then she attacked, launching herself forwards, wrapping herself around me, trapping my arms by my sides and driving her head into my chest. I felt the aggression of her kisses as her lips roamed frantically across my skin; I’d have a string of hickies in a few hours — no doubt about that. I slid my hands over her butt, pulling her even more tightly against me, letting her feel the hardness of my steel against the smoothness of her abs.
Amy bent her head lower, taking my left nipple into her mouth. Delicately she closed her teeth around the sensitive flesh and pulled, sending sparks skittering through my core.
“Fuck Amy!” I cried.
She pulled harder, biting just a little more firmly, letting me teeter on the knife edge between pleasure and pain. Then, with a final, punishing nip of her incisors, she released me and looked up, pleading for approval with her puppy-dog eyes.
“That felt so good,” I groaned.
Obediently she dipped her head again, but I was too quick for her — I thrust my arms out, caught her by the waist and lifted her upwards.
Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me as I held the pert globes of her butt in my hands. Her eyes were ablaze with passion — she could feel my hardness wedged against her sex. I could only imagine how wet she’d be.
A vision of me pole-fucking her flashed through my mind – standing erect, holding her as she bounced up-and-down, squealing with pleasure as she drove herself onto my spike. There was that wanton smile again – perhaps the same thing had occurred to her!
“You make me so fucking horny,” I growled.
She attacked my mouth with hers. Our tongues wrestled for dominance. She was breathing heavily now; the room rang to her yelps and grunts as she pressed ever more tightly against me. Thank goodness we were in the middle of the countryside – there was no one to hear us for miles around.
We broke apart, each gasping for air.
“Fuck Jake, I love you so fucking much!” Amy groaned. “You’re so big and strong. I love this.”
“Yeah?” I grunted in reply, “you like that?”
“Yeah, how you hold me like this. I love your muscles and your arms and this fucking chest. Fuck you’re amazing.” She squeezed me again with her legs and her mons crushed against me. Her mouth bombarded mine with a barrage of kisses. “And this cock!” she cried, sightless with lust.
“Yeah, you like my big cock?” I demanded.
“Yuh, yuh,” she gasped, fighting for air as I nibbled at her neck. “Feels so good when you press against me!”
An idea sprang into my head. I carried her across the room and pushed her back firmly against the wall. Another squeal of delight escaped her lips and the flames of desire leapt ever higher in her eyes. Now she was trapped between my body and the brickwork. I pressed my forehead against hers as she gyrated her hips and rubbed herself against me.
“You’re so hard!” she moaned. “I’m so fucking wet for you. You turn me on so much.”
“Yeah?” I gripped her butt ever tighter. “Fuck, Amy I’m so hard for you!”
“I want your cock!” she growled. “I need your cock. Please Jake, I need you!”
She unhooked her arms and legs and slithered down my body to stand on her feet again. She pushed me back slightly and began to sink lower. I knew instinctively where she was heading. Spitefully I wanted to deny her, to deny myself – to prove that I was the one in charge, that I, the alpha male, would decide when she could pleasure me.
I let her slide my running shorts down my legs, but as she leaned forwards to plant a kiss on the bulge in my underwear, I caught her by her shoulders and pulled her upwards. She raised her lips in anticipation, but I twisted her sharply, spinning her so she faced the wall. Her yelp of surprise became a groan of frustration as she realised what I’d done. Then, before she could stop me, I’d ripped her pink running top from her body.
I stepped forwards again and swept my hands across the tight sports bra that imprisoned her breasts. I tested her pert mounds; her nipples were hard, rock hard. She hissed at my touch and bucked her hips forcefully, driving her bottom upwards into my crotch. Her small hands reached behind me, one on each globe of my butt, pulling me even more tightly against her.
I planted three sharp kisses on the top of her head. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
“So fucking sexy,” I growled. “You’re so fucking hot!”
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
I pinched her nipples tightly, surprising myself with my own aggression. Amy threw back her head towards me in a silent scream.
“Aaaaaaah, yeah!” she managed to croak hoarsely.
I grabbed her jaw, twisted it sideways and brought my mouth down to meet hers. Our tongues attacked each other again. My girlfriend was whimpering and moaning like never before. She was enjoying this powerplay as much as I was.
I pulled back. We were both panting. Amy was trying to slip her hands across the front of my compression shorts. I wasn’t having that.
I caught her wrists in my hands and moved them upwards, holding them together above her head. I grabbed her jaw again and she gritted her teeth in frustration.
“You want my cock?” I taunted her. “That’s what you’ve been thinking about all morning. All that innocent ‘just going for a run’, ‘let me put on my sexy lycra’ — you had it all planned — you little minx.”
“Please Jake, please,” she whimpered helplessly, “I need you, I don’t care what you do to me, I just want you now!”
I ground against her butt.
“You want me so bad!” I growled in a low voice, just above her ear. “You’re so wet for me. I’m gonna slide into you, let you feel every inch of me, feel how hard I am for you.”
“Yeah Jake! Please Jake, please!” she begged.
Still pinning her wrists above her head, I spun her round so her back was against the wall once more. Her eyes shone brightly – she was loving this. I bent to kiss her again, as my saliva-coated fingers dived past the waistband of her tight running shorts. Her body jolted as I made contact with her sex; I was right – she really was dripping wet.
“And I’ll fuck you mercilessly,” I continued, pressing my forehead against hers as I brushed my fingertips over her gaping lips. “And I’ll make you cum, you’ll cum so hard.
“And then I’ll flip us over – make you ride me, ride me like one of your stallions. And then…”
Amy roared and broke her wrists free from my grasp. She grabbed my cock with one hand and my jaw with the other.
“Jake,” she screamed, “this is torture. If you don’t fuck me now, I won’t ever talk to you again!”
“Yeah? You wanna fuck?” I barked. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do!”
“I want you to fling me over your shoulder,” she growled, “toss me on the bed and ravish me with your big hard cock. I want you to fuck me into the middle of next week. Please Jake, stop fucking around. I need you. I need you now!”
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Amy’s POV
Jake charged up the stairs with the roar of a raging bull. I’d never been given a fireman’s lift before, but as I swung across his back and the blood drained to my head, I was consumed by the euphoria of my triumph — thrilled that my plan to seduce him had worked, thrilled that I’d aroused his most intense passion, thrilled that I could wrap him so easily around my little finger. I was playing the Bitch Queen his mother warned him about. And now he’d wreak his revenge with his cock – I wanted him hard, fast and angry — I couldn’t wait!
He didn’t exactly throw me on the bed, but he didn’t set me down gently either. He let me drop onto my back – not so it hurt, but from high enough to let me feel some force as my torso hit the mattress. I gasped appreciatively and smiled up at him.
I’d landed with my lower legs hanging off the side of the bed. He stepped between them and leaned forwards, anchoring his powerful arms either side of me. I stared up at him, my body craving his. I was in awe of him, in awe of his effortless physicality. He held still as I lightly ran my fingers over his abs and his pecs – that treasure he hid so convincingly under his school uniform and his farm clothes – the treasure he’d saved only for me.
Gently he lowered his body to mine, letting me feel a little of his weight as my breasts pressed against the soft hairs of his chest. His power surrounded me, holding me, protecting me. My hopes, my fears, my anxieties were falling away as I lay beneath him – I was lost in him and him alone.
I moaned a little into his mouth as his tongue caressed mine – his kisses were light, tender this time. He was changing the pace, dialling it down a little. I’d come to realise that these moments were important to Jake; no matter how wild the passion beforehand or the ferocity of the lovemaking to come, it was his chance to affirm the depth of his love for me – simply, sincerely, honestly; an almost spiritual moment before our bodies joined.
Time slowed as we held each other still. Our breathing synchronised as we gazed into each other’s eyes and our souls connected to the rhythm of our heartbeats. His skin was cool against mine and his warm breath gently caressed me as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. My heart swelled with love for him.
I slid my hands cautiously down his back and over the stretched material of his underwear, savouring the firmness of his buttocks. He clenched a little for me, letting me test the power that would soon be thrusting into me.
“Oh Jake,” I sighed. “Why are you so perfect?”
He kissed me again on the lips, lifting up a little to give him space to reach between us to my running shorts. He began to stroke me through the tight material, building the fire of my passion within me.
I broke the kiss and pushed him back, desperate to catch a glimpse of the proud swelling in his lycra. My heart pounded in my chest. I could see his erection, perfectly silhouetted by the stretched fabric. It’s one thing to have a man with Jake’s physique in love with you, but when he’s so visibly turned on, you can’t help but melt for him. My exhilaration was palpable.
I sat upright and pressed my face against his body, covering his abs with frantic kisses. His strong hands reached down and he peeled my bra from me, finally liberating my throbbing nipples. I leaned forward again and nuzzled his hardness. His scent was intoxicating — man, sex and sweat — mmmmm!
I ran my fingertips along his length, feeling the steel ridge that wan up the underside. “He’s so big!” I whispered.
I flipped the waistband of his compression shorts over and his glans popped eagerly above the parapet. I licked the tip, tasting his tangy sweetness for the first time that morning, the heat of my own sex burning ever more intensely.
Jake helped me to slide his underwear down his legs. Instinctively, I reached out to grasp his bobbing shaft, desperate to feel his weight filling my hand. But he denied me – he pulled his hips away at my touch and bent to cradle my face in his hands. His forehead grazed lightly against mine and he looked deep into my eyes.
“I fucking love you, Amy,” he growled. “You’re so fucking sexy!”
Suddenly the room was ablaze with passion; he was on top of me again, pressing down on me, dominating me as he had before. His mouth covered me in a frenzy of kisses; his tongue attacked my nipples with delirious hunger. This wasn’t the Jake I’d thought I knew; I’d played with fire and released the monster; gone was the conscientious schoolboy whose only concern was my pleasure – this savage animal was set on one thing and one thing alone.
I writhed beneath him as his lust supercharged my arousal. I clawed at his hair, shoulders, buttocks, trying to bind him fast to me. I gasped, moaned, grunted as every part of my body responded to his. I begged, pleaded, demanded that he ruin me. My nipples throbbed, my lips were drenched, my cunt gaped. I wanted him hard, fast and rough. I wasn’t his princess, I was his whore, his common little fuck doll; the deafening barrage of filth that spewed from my mouth left no doubt.
With a booming roar he ripped away my shorts and flipped me onto my front. I screamed, naked, defenceless on the bed. He threw himself on top of me, sinking his erection into the valley between my butt cheeks and crushing my rib cage into the duvet. His fingers tangled in my hair and he rolled my head sideways to growl into my ear.
“You want my cock?” he snarled. “You want my big bad cock?”
I whimpered my agreement, not daring to answer.
“You wanna get fucked by your big boyfriend and his big fucking cock?”
I squealed and jerked my head in a submissive nod.
“All that innocent good-girl bullshit,” he mocked. “One taste of my dick — that’s all it took. Not so fucking angelic now are we?”
I shook my head and tried to push my bottom more firmly against him.
“‘Oooh let’s go for a run,’ ‘let’s get some exercise,'” he trilled in sarcastic imitation. “The only exercise you want is riding me!”
“Yeah Jake, please Jake, please,” I wailed.
“I’ve a good mind to tie you up and lock you in here till teatime. Punish you for being such a tease!” he sneered, giving my hair a twist.
“No Jake, no, no, no,” I begged.
Then, suddenly, he was gone – disappeared; one moment his heat on top of me, the next my back felt the cold emptiness of the room. I turned my head frantically, searching for him. Had he gone for a condom?
Then I saw him, a metre or so away, almost directly behind me, leaning against the wall, stark naked, slowly working his glorious erection, eyes transfixed by my butt. Six feet of masculine perfection, were entranced, enthralled, enraptured by my body. I licked my lips greedily and a shiver of delight ran through me. Fuck me he was hot!
He slid sideways, moving a little further from me, taking in more of my body. I bent my knees upwards and kicked my legs in the air, playing the not-so-innocent little slut. I stuck the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth and wantonly teased the tip with my tongue.
Jake groaned. A look of anguish swam across his face and he tilted his head back a little against the wall. I saw the weakness in his knees, the desperation in his eyes – for all his strength, he was mine to command.
I sucked my finger into my mouth, lavishing it with my attention of my tongue. The room rang with the sounds of Jake’s moans.
“Fuck Amy!” he gasped.
I shifted a little on the bed, bringing one knee forwards, arching my back to spread myself as wide as I could. I looked back at his face. The poor boy’s eyes were out on stalks, transfixed by the sight of my pussy stretched open before him. I snaked my arm down under my body and began to stroke my lips.
“Do you like what you see?” I purred seductively.
He nodded enthusiastically.
“Do you wanna fuck me? Do you wanna cum inside me?”
I teased the entrance to my vagina, then slipped a fingertip inside. I closed my eyes. That felt so good, but with my boyfriend watching it was even better. I moaned with pleasure.
“Look how open I am for you, Jake. I’m all wet. All wet for you – that’s just for you!”
Boldly he stepped forwards and ran his hands up the back of my thighs. I moaned again as his hardness brushed against the side of my raised buttock. I was sure he could hear just how wet I was. He squeezed tightly, massaging the firmness of my bottom.
Then suddenly he brought his hand down on my butt with a crack. A bolt of pain shot through me and I shrieked with pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled apologetically, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
I looked back at him. The poor boy was mortified.
“No Jake,” I insisted. “That was really good. Do it again!”
Still embarrassed he brought his hand down again – softer this time.
“No Jake, harder!” I demanded.
The air rang to the sound of a third, harder slap; I squealed with delight as the flesh beneath his palm shook.
Jake ran his hands up my back, then bent forwards and kissed my neck delicately, as if to make amends for his aggression. Again his cock grazed my butt – I moaned in anguish – two inches lower and he’d have hit the mark.
“I love it when you do that!” I growled, arching my neck backwards.
“Yeah? Like this?” He lowered himself further, pressing his chest against my back. Again I felt his power surrounding me, protecting me, dominating me.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I love feeling how big and strong you are. When I’m in bed at home, sometimes I’ll lie like this.”
Jake nuzzled my ear tenderly. “You do?”
“I just imagine you being on top of me like this. It feels so amazing!” I bucked my hips impatiently against him.
“And what happens next?” he asked innocently.
“Then I close my eyes,” my voice had dropped to a whisper, “and I feel you push against me, but you’re really gentle and I just kiss you into me.”
“Yeah?”
“And I feel you sliding in, and you’re filling me up and it’s so wonderful!”
“Yeah? And?”
I humped violently against the bed.
He spoke in a low voice, “Go on tell me, tell me what I do to you.”
I took a deep breath, as if bracing myself for the imagined onslaught of his cock. I felt strangely nervous describing my fantasies to Jake, even if he was my boyfriend.
“You’d start really slow, and you’d be so deep, and then you’d go faster and harder and you grab my hair and… and… it would be so good and we’d both cum together and it would be fantastic!”
He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me a little, so he could see my face more easily.
“And is that what you want to do, now?”
I nodded. A naughty smile crept across my face.
“Be rough with me Jake,” I begged. “Tie me up, throw me around, do whatever you want to – pull my hair, slap me, just fuck me hard! I want you to use me – make me your slave!”
His eyes shone, as the demonic spirit I’d conjured, flooded his body with testosterone. A lesser man would have jumped on me, thrust into me like a frenzied rabbit, and collapsed in seconds in a pool of his own cum.
But Jake was not weak. He knew there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, one we’d barely explored in six months of our relationship. Without knowing it, I’d set him his hardest challenge – I’d handed him control so I could focus on my pleasure. He knew that was something I could only do because I loved him and because he loved me, he’d accept my demands.
He brushed a few curls away from my forehead and bent to kiss me, then rolled me over fully onto my back.
“Amy, if I hurt you or do anything you don’t like, just tell me and we’ll stop.” He kissed me passionately on the lips and I wrapped myself around him almost crushing him in my embrace. I loved my man so much – this was gonna be great!
I released him and reached between us, grasping his weapon tightly with both hands. My wetness grew as I pumped as vigorously as I could. He held still above me on all fours, watching me as I stroked him. I ached for his touch, to feel his hands, his lips on my body. Why was he waiting? He knew I needed him, he knew how much I wanted him.
But he was cruel, a heartless bastard disinterested in my pleasure; I was there to serve him, not the other way round. He straightened up to tower above me, then edged forwards, straddling my body with his knees. I dropped my arms to my sides and he pinned them with his bony shins.
Gratefully I lifted my head to receive his cock, salivating at the thought of feeling him against my throat, but as my mouth opened to swallow the bulbous tip of his weapon, he twisted my hair and pushed my head roughly against the bed.
I roared in frustration.
He grabbed his erection and rubbed it across my face, smearing my cheeks and nose with his pre-cum. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent – essence of man to drive me wilder still. Intoxicating.
“Stick out your tongue!” he ordered.
Meekly I complied, and he struck his rod against me, torturing me with the tiniest drops of tangy sweetness that flew from his glans. I strained to lift my head to take him inside, but he held my hair too tightly, I was defeated.
My eyes flicked open. My boyfriend was looking down at me with the distain of a dungeon master ready to torture a new captive.
“Please Jake, please. Let me kiss your cock. Please Jake, I want it in my mouth,” I pleaded.
With a cry he escaped my clutches and leapt over me, landing on the floor on the other side of the bed. The next second, I felt his hands take mine and he pulled me roughly across the duvet. I squealed with delight as his glorious erection appeared above me.
“On your front!” he commanded.
Dutifully I rolled over, coming face to face with his monstrous manhood. He stood in front of me, offering himself to me. Perhaps I’d have liked him to grab the back of my head and to ram his spike straight down my throat; but no, he was right, it was better this way, he had to give me space to play my part.
Delicately I took his elegant column between my fingers and placed a modest kiss midway along the shaft. I smiled up at my boyfriend.
“My, you are mighty fine!” I whispered excitedly.
I reached for his buttocks with my small hands and pulled him closer. He let me nuzzle the dirty blond curls at the root of his cock. The hairs on his balls tickled my nose and chin as the heady aroma fired my senses.
His shaft, with its graceful upward curve, was pressing insistently against my cheek. I turned my head and licked from the base in one continuous stroke, following the ridge running up the underside. He hissed with pleasure as I kissed the join between his shaft and scrotum. I looked up into his eyes as I stroked him, feeling the warm velvet of his skin slide over the hot steel beneath.
I placed a delicate kiss on his glans, worshiping the part of him that would bring me my pleasure. The single unblinking eye stared malevolently back at me, weeping his delicious pre-cum. I licked across the tip, murmuring appreciatively as I tasted him. Jake stroked my cheek, encouraging me on. Then, greedily, I opened wide, engulfing his head in a single, slick motion, filling my mouth with his swollen bulb. Above me Jake gasped with delight.
“Fuck, Amy! That feels so good!”
I began to bob my head, looking up at him, desperate for his approval. He smiled back, those bright blue eyes burning with love for me as he stroked my hair in gratitude. I tilted my head sideways a little, holding his tip against the inside of my cheek, letting him see the bulge – I knew he liked that, I knew that turned him on.
With his hand resting on the back of my head, I pushed forward to take him further into my mouth. He was starting to buck his hips now – that was good, he was beginning to take over. Deeper he went – even better – I could feel him bumping against the back of my mouth, testing, probing for the way through. Another thrust, and he pushed himself past the construction for the first time. He let me choke for a few seconds, then twisted my hair and ripped my head backward, forcing me to breathe.
I roared with frustration.
I looked up at him. “Please Jake, please. I want you. I want you all the way in my mouth. Please, give it to me. Let me have your cock!”
Like a super-stud from a low-budget porno, he whacked his glistening rod against my cheek.
“You want it? You want my cock?” he sneered.
I nodded, my eyes pleading with him again.
“You want it?” he demanded imperiously.
He slapped his erection against my cheek a few more times, as if deciding whether to indulge me.
“Yes, Jake, I want it,” I whimpered in desperation.
“Fucking take it then!”
He jammed his rod between my lips and I forced my head up to meet him. My mind was made up, I was going all the way – he could rip my hair off, but wouldn’t stop me. Around us the room rang to the sound of my retching. I was coughing and choking, my eyes were watering, but still I drove myself on, until I’d reached my goal and buried my nose in his pubes.
Eight-and-a-half inches of Jake were stuffed down my gullet. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, but the feeling of euphoria to have taken him so far inside was like nothing else. I held still for as long as I dared, then ripped my head away.
My lungs gratefully gulped for air.
“Please Jake. Fuck me now. I need you. Just fuck me now!”
A bright smile flashed across his face. He grabbed my ankles and swung my roughly round, twisting the sheets beneath my back as he manhandled me. He pulled me so my bottom was at the edge of the bed, where my shoulders had been seconds before. Then he stepped between my legs and whacked his cock against my mons.
A shiver of panic ran through me, he wasn’t going to push in unprotected was he?
“Quick Jake, get a condom!” I yelled.
He smiled at me, shook his head, dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs. My body shook as his mouth made contact with my sex. I cried with delight, driving the air from my lungs at full volume. Instinctively I pulled my thighs back as far as they would go, opening my flower to him, to let him delight in my sweet nectar.
He lapped indulgently at my lips, pausing every so often to plant gentle kisses to either side. Then he moved higher, to the nub of my pleasure. He trilled his tongue with the desperation of a thirsty kitten, sending sparks and shivers skittering through my core.
Above him, I writhed and shook in anguished ecstasy. I turned the air blue as I ranted against him, pulling his hair, crushing his head between my thighs. A battle raged within me, half wanted him to continue, the other longed for his cock to fill my aching emptiness.
He turned his face towards mine, his eyes sparkling with lustful mischief. He licked his middle finger, tormenting me I as had him before, then slid the slick wetness over my slit. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips as he slipped the digit between my lips and into the tightness of my vagina. I hissed with the thrill of his entry as he pushed the first knuckle fully into me; his finger felt so different to mine – so much thicker, so much better.
He bent his head again and lavished his attention on my clitoris as he repeatedly pushed into my dripping hole. I knew what he was doing, he was gonna try to make me cum – make me cum so he could stand over me and gloat as I shook helplessly beneath him.
Already I could feel the heat rising within me. A few more seconds and I’d be over the edge, consumed by the flames of orgasm. It was now or never. I was gonna stay in control. I wasn’t gonna let the bastard win.
My anger boiled over; I grabbed him roughly by his hair and dragged him away from my pussy, roaring my frustration.
“Fuck me Jake!” I shouted. “I want you to fuck me now. I don’t care how you do it – I need you in me. Just FUCK ME NOW!”
It worked. He was off me in a flash. He’d heard the anger in my voice and had leapt to do my bidding. The schoolboy was back.
He reappeared before me, holding out his hand to offer me a condom.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Oh for goodness sake just put it on!” I hissed.
Obediently he ripped the packet open then secured his protection. He smothered the latex sheath with lube then bent forwards to kiss me, but I pushed him away.
“Just fuck me!” I growled.
He rubbed his erection against my labia, still teasing, still tormenting me. I bucked my hips, trying to capture his tip with my gaping hole.
“Do it Jake!” I hissed.
My back arched as he pressed into me. He was gentle, at least to begin with. His cock slid deliberately along my channel, pushing me open in one continuous movement. I threw my head back and moaned as he stretched me.
I felt him come to rest against my mons, his weapon fully buried inside me. He paused for a few seconds, letting me adjust again to his size. There was something wonderful erotic about the position we were using: me lying on the bed, vulnerable and open; him standing between my legs, with his cock half-buried inside me, ready to service my every need.
Wordlessly he began to withdraw, teasing me with his slowness. He held still, with his head just buried inside me. What was he waiting for? Why wasn’t he slamming into me like I asked? He looked me coldly in the eyes; I was a mere piece of meat to him.
Realisation dawned; the bastard wanted me to beg. Not again! No way would I do that. He was my slave, he did what I wanted. I tried to push my hips up from the bed, to lever myself up with my arms, but he was too strong for me. I cried out in frustration.
“Fuck me Jake, fuck me, please just fuck me!”
A twisted smile flashed across his cruel face and he thrust into me hard.
I screamed, half in pleasure, half with relief, as the shockwave flashed through me.
Now he was withdrawing, like a wave receding down a pebble beach, raking his head over every ridge and undulation inside me, pulling the breath back into me.
“Again!”
Another thrust, faster this time, certainly harder, pushing the air from my lungs as my body writhed before him. I threw my shoulders backwards and buried the back of my head more deeply against the duvet.
He leered over me, pressing my thighs backwards against my abs, opening me fully to his attack.
Another violent buck of his hips buried his weapon deep inside me once more. I cried out again in anguished delirium.
Steadily he began to build his rhythm, spinning whirlpools of pleasure he moved inside me. I grunted, moaned, yelped and gasped, spurring him on to drive harder and faster. My boyfriend was coldly silent, like a machine designed for one purpose, plunging deep, spearing my body with his instrument of torture.
He was leaning over me even further now, bending my legs so my ankles hooked over his shoulders. His powerful arms rose from the bed either side of me, giant buttresses supporting his magnificent chest. Every muscle in his body throbbed from the strain as sweat beaded across his skin. His face was a mask of snarling cruelty, his forehead creased in absolute concentration, his dominance overwhelming.
But his eyes, his eyes betrayed his true nature, the depth of his love for me.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
He thrust his full weight mercilessly into me. He had me as he wanted, he could pound me as hard as he liked.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
I shrieked in time with his exertions; the louder I grew, the faster he drove. He was relentless, hammering into me with the intensity of a pneumatic drill. I tried to bend forward to watch where we were joined, but he leaned over me, grabbed my neck and pushed me firmly against the bed; my submission complete, his victory absolute.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
The tide of orgasm was rising again, steam was bubbling from my blazing core. It was uncontrollable, this time I couldn’t resist, I didn’t want to resist. He knew it, he could see it coming. He pressed his forehead against mine and I ground my teeth as the pressure inside prepared to blow me to the stars.
“Gogogogo!” I screamed.
I broke free of Jake’s grasp and grabbed his body, folding his torso into me as my orgasm exploded around us. I gripped his cock inside me, tighter than ever before, clinging to him as the tsunami crashed over me. My body shook, my back arched, my pussy spasmed, as with one final thrust he launched me to the heavens.
I opened my eyes again. He was still lying on top of me, but he’d released my legs so I could feel more comfortable. He looked down at me and stroked my hair; pure love was in his eyes. I met his lips with mine and we kissed tenderly.
“Wow!” I gasped, still a little out of breath. “That was amazing.”
“You came so hard!” he smiled.
Jake towered over me alert and smiling, with a twinkle in his eye.
I was suspicious.
“Did you cum?” I asked warily.
He shook his head.
“Jake!” I growled in frustration.
“I thought I’d save myself for Round Two!” he smiled.
I caught a few breaths.
“Only two rounds?” I teased weakly. How did he have the stamina to even contemplate more?
He stuck his tongue out at me. “Don’t push your luck!” he shot back. He kissed me again and pressed his forehead against mine. “I fucking love you Amy,” he said.
He rolled off me and lay on his back next to me. His body might have been exhausted, but his cock was still proudly erect, ready to honour me again.
“What happened to Round Two?” I asked cheekily. “I don’t want you to lose this,” I pointed at his erection.
“Alright then, slave driver!” he shrugged and stood up off the bed. He extended his hand to me to pull me up.
“So you admit you’re my slave?” I queried.
Jake rolled his eyes. “That’s only what I let you think!” he replied and before I could come up with a witty repost, he’d pulled me into his arms and had begun to kiss me.
He was gentle at first. He cupped my face with his hands and let his tongue slide lightly over mine. I wrapped myself around him, pulling him close, desperate to feel his glorious hardness against my abs. I moaned into his mouth, willing him onwards, letting him know I was ready, telling him how impatient I was. My hands fell to his butt and I squeezed hard. He clenched for me, letting me feel the power of his muscles – such a magnificent bottom!
Suddenly Jake broke away from me, span me round and bent me over the bed. There was a sharp crack as his hand came down on my right buttock. I squealed with pleasure.
“Again!” I cried.
He slapped me once more, then reached for the bottle of lube.
He positioned himself behind me. I felt him brush his tip against me, this was going to be terrific, I knew it — he’d go so deep. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to push in.
“Er, actually Amy.” Jake sounded a little embarrassed. “Could we do this on the bed? It might be easier.”
“Am I too short?” I asked, crushed. I looked back at him anxiously.
“No, you’re perfect,” he replied. “But we might have to wait until you’re wearing your killer heels before we try it like this!”
An image of me wearing stilettos and fishnet tights, bent over in a sleazy bar, sprang into my mind. I gave him a wanton smile and leapt onto the bed like a panther.
I crouched down on all fours, but as Jake settled behind me, I caught sight of our reflections in the tall, free-standing mirror in the corner of the room.
“Jake, the mirror!” I whispered excitedly.
“The mirror?”
“Can you put it there? I want to watch.” I pointed to the floor at the far side of the bed.
Jake flitted across the room to do my bidding, giving me another chance to see his perfect butt. He picked up the wooden frame and placed it as directed in front of me.
“Is this OK?” he asked, a frown on his face. He was so cute when he was being conscientious.
I raised myself so I was kneeling upright. I could see my whole body, but my boyfriend was taller. We’d need an adjustment.
“Tilt it up a bit more,” I instructed. I ran my hands over my breasts to soothe my aching nipples. The cheap whore in front of me did the same.
Jake tilted the glass slightly and searched my face for my approval.
I nodded and smiled.
“Just come here and check. It’s gotta be right for you as well.”
He darted back behind me and I felt his latex-covered erection against my buttocks. I saw his face and muscular chest appear above mine as he rested his hands lightly on my hips.
“Yuh, that’s OK,” he said. “Just bend down.”
I crouched forwards, ready to receive the gift of Jake’s glorious cock. His entry did not disappoint. My lips parted before him and he slid slowly, yet deliberately, inside me, charging me with that cooling electricity that made every part of me tingle. Now, he was all the way in, buried to the hilt, deeper than before, filling me with that satisfying feeling of fullness that brought me heady weightlessness.
He bent to kiss my neck and I felt the warm fuzz of his chest hair against my back. I turned to look at him.
“Are you OK?” he sounded a little shocked.
I tried to focus, but his features were all blurry; tears were streaming from my eyes.
My voice was choked with emotion, “I’m just really happy, really, really happy. This is perfect, this is just perfect. I’m so happy.”
He reached out to wipe my cheeks.
We kissed – a slightly awkward kiss – this wasn’t the ideal position for that, but we’d practise.
He held still, his body over mine as we got used to the new feeling.
“I’m so deep inside,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah the way you’re kinda squeezing me, it’s different to normal.”
“You can feel that?” I asked.
“Yeah, at the tip, you’re kinda, I dunno, a bit grippier maybe.”
I nodded. I could feel it as well. His glans was almost certainly against the base of my cervix. He knew that too, but neither of us really wanted to talk biology at that moment.
He’d need to be really careful, otherwise I could be in a lot of pain.
I pushed myself up on my arms. A change in the angle sent ripples pulsing along my vagina. Woah — that felt good!
I shuffled forwards an inch or so on my knees, then gingerly rocked my hips forwards. Jake’s hardness slidi smoothly out of me.
I watched my boyfriend’s reflection. He was looking downwards, mesmerised by the sight of his penis emerging from my body.
“Does that look good?” I smiled at him.
He looked up, a little startled.
“Er, yeah,” he said. “I can see you gripping me really tight.”
“Can you see how wet and sloppy I am for you?”
He nodded. “Yeah I’m all wet with your juices.”
I began to move backwards, giving a low moan as I kissed him back into me. Instinctively Jake’s hands went to my hips to guide me. Now he was snugly inside once more – I could feel myself coming to rest against his balls. He bent forwards to kiss my back, running his hands across my stomach to cup my breasts. We exchanged excited smiles in the mirror.
Slowly I rocked back-and-forth, speared by Jake’s glorious cock. I began to build a rhythm – three shallow swings, then I’d pull almost all the way off him, before driving all the way down to the base. I liked that part the most – I’d shriek as the great ramrod inside me forced the air from my lungs.
My boyfriend for his part stayed stock still. Any other teenage boy would have succumbed to his urges and started humping me frantically, but not Jake. His hips did not move. Yes, he stroked me, ran his hands across my body, told me how good I made him feel, but he realised I wanted to get used to explore this new position on my terms. He wasn’t going to rush me.
I crouched down as low as I could go and looked in the mirror — I wanted to see as well as to feel. But I was disappointed. I’d had visions of being able to watch him sliding into me, but even like this, all I could see was a few wisps of his dirty-gold pubic hair. Maybe if I straightened up, I could see him underneath me, I mused.
Instinctively Jake lowered his hips as I leaned back into him. He caught my forearms as I arched my body and his face appeared over my shoulder. I felt a pang of discomfort as we shifted positions, but sought his mouth for a kiss to suppress the stinging.
His lips found mine and he teased my tongue with his. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned deep in my throat, hoping to prolong the moment. My sex gripped his hardness more tightly, as if clutching at him for support. I didn’t dare move.
He tucked a stray curl behind my ear, then turned his head to the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful!” he gasped.
“So beautiful,” I heard Jake whisper again. “So fucking sexy!”
I think that was the first time I’d seen myself fully naked in a state of arousal – I can’t quite describe it – it wasn’t as if I had suddenly changed into a different person, more that my body had somehow gained a greater intensity, the same intensity I felt inside as I balanced against my man, skewered by his cock.
My breasts were swollen, taking on a firmness I’d never previously experienced, and my nipples had darkened to hard, throbbing buds. Above them, my chest flushed proudly red and my skin glowed with a passionate vitality. And my eyes – my eyes shone with the excited brightness of the luckiest woman in the world.
My gaze slipped lower, to the neat triangle of dark curls, but even in the brightly lit room, the join between us was in shadow and the mirror revealed nothing.
“Amy?” Jake said softly, reading my mind. “If I sit on the bed, then maybe we can see a bit better?”
He saw the uncertainty in my eyes; I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“Just stand up for me,” he said gently.
Cautiously I lifted myself from him and I stood above him. Beneath me my boyfriend climbed up, sat down on the mattress and swung his legs round to point at the mirror.
Slowly I lowered myself to the bed and reached between my legs to direct his penis into me. Fuck he was so hard, I could feel it throbbing in my fingers even through the condom. I took a deep breath, then sank down onto his shaft.
“You OK?” Jake asked. I must have cried out.
I nodded. “Just a different angle that’s all,” I replied.
“Just lean back,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
Gratefully I felt the soft caress of his chest hair as I settled against him. I looked up at the mirror.
Jake was smiling back at me, his head level with mine. My eyes slipped lower, past my swollen breasts to the neat triangle of black curls.
I gasped. My lips, engorged and glistening red, erupted defiantly from the surrounding hair. Between them, swallowed almost whole by my lustful greed, Jake’s penis disappeared into me, burrowing inside me like a giant serpent. I held still, gently pulsing myself around him, hoping he’d burn the image into his mind, hoping it would be enough to keep him away from the girls at Cambridge.
“It feels so good being inside you like this!” he whispered.
I watched as Jake gently worshipped my body. He brushed his left hand lightly across my breasts and nuzzled my neck and hair. My heart melted as he lavished his attention on me, stroking me, caressing me, making my skin tingle at his every touch. Cautiously he snaked his arm downwards and began to make small circles on my mons. I closed my eyes and leaned further into him, rotating my hips a little in time with his motions. My breath was becoming ragged and my heart was starting to pound; he was stoking the furnace within me once more.
Sightlessly I reached for him with my fingers, pulling his face towards mine, seeking his kiss, desperate to share my passion with him. My tongue caressed his as I moaned into his mouth, I wanted him to understand my desire, to feel the intensity of my lust. I loved him, I wanted him, I needed him. I needed him to understand that.
I turned my face back to the mirror. The fire was back in his eyes. His jaw was set, the animal inside was straining at its bonds, now it was time for me to cast my final spell.
“Jake, please,” I said through snatched breaths. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me and I want to watch, I want to see.”
My boyfriend looked a little uneasy. “Er, OK,” he replied cautiously. “I mean I don’t know if I can with us like this. I mean, it might hurt us both.”
I pointed to the middle of the bed.
“I’m gonna go there and I want you behind me,” I said, kissing him lightly. “And I’m going to watch in the mirror!”
I felt a twinge of guilt for laying out my demands, to be ordering him around like a spoilt child, but I hoped the sweet peck on his cheek and my puppy-dog eyes would do the trick.
Jake lubed himself up as I adjusted my position to see my reflection. I arched my back hoping he’d slap my butt again. I wanted it rough, wanted him to pull my hair, maybe even to bite me. I wanted him to drag me to the edge, dangle me over the precipice, make me feel the danger, then catch me safely in his loving arms.
I watched as his glistening rod disappeared between my lips as he pushed slowly into me, sending shivers up my spine. I tingled from the tips of my fingers to the end of my toes. I collapsed forwards onto my forearms and buried my face against a pillow, panting deliriously as my channel spasmed around him.
I was only vaguely aware of Jake bending forwards to brush my hair away and kissing my neck, so blinded was I by the intensity of that light-headed fullness. When I looked back over my shoulder, he was wearing that ridiculous smug smile of his.
“Shouldn’t you be doing something?” I asked, more sharply than I’d intended.
“I thought you wanted to watch,” he shot back.
“But if you’re not doing anything, there’s nothing to watch, is there dear?” I snapped.
“Oh, er, sorry,” he mumbled, resting his hands on my hips.
Cautiously he began to withdraw, twisting his body slightly so I could have a better view. His slick weapon re-emerged from my hole, dripping with my juices. Two-thirds of the way out, he changed direction and I arched my back to readmit him, biting my lip as he pushed in again.
Jake’s thrusts were slow and deliberate; he was putting on a show for me. I’d never made him perform like this, with the mirror I could see more than he could, normally it was the other way round. He was my dancing puppet-on-a-string.
“You like that?” he asked, mischievously.
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s good, really good.”
He pushed me a little lower, so he could use more of his weight to drive into me. I buried my head in the duvet as he picked up speed, pressing deeper and deeper.
“Faster Jake, faster!”
The feeling of fullness was so wonderful.
He pulled my head back and his lips searched out mine for a kiss. Our tongues wrestled and I wheezed into his mouth in time with his strokes. He let go of my hair and I fell forward again, fully surrendering to his thrusts.
“Harder! Harder!”
If he’d been brutal when I was lying on my back, Jake was even more ferocious this time round. With the strength of a great grizzly bear, he dominated me, he owned me. His manhood drove my core from red hot to white, blinding my senses to all but the intensity of our coupling. Around us, the room echoed to my moans and shrieks, and the air hung heavy with thick smell of sex.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
He hammered into me relentlessly, remorselessly. He shackled my wrists with his big hands and pulled my hair tightly as I panted and begged for more. He showed no mercy as he drove his ramrod ever more forcefully into me.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
Heat raged within me as my climax began to build. The first tremors were sparking through me, getting stronger and stronger as the cauldron of passion inside began to boil. Our grunts were now synchronised to the rhythm of his thrusts, my cries crescendoing as the world shook around us.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
Suddenly, with the mightiest roar, Jake’s orgasm erupted and he buried himself inside me, lifting me clear and blasting me to the heavens. I threw back my head and screamed as my climax crashed over me, flooding my core with whirlpools of ecstasy. My body spasmed powerfully below his, pulling him ever deeper, refusing to let go. The earth moved beneath us, and our souls became one as we flew past the stars to the heavens.
—
I snuggled against Jake as I watched him doze, gently running my fingers through the fine blond hairs on his chest. I’d never seen him sleep in the daytime before; the intensity of our coupling had left him exhausted. Mars had succumbed to deepest slumber, as Venus looked on, quietly revelling in her triumph.
I was in love, deeply in love. Jake was my man and I was his woman. I just hoped I could keep it that way.