Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

"No, no, no!" she cried, but it was to no avail. "Uhhh!" he cried, his fuck juice exploding into Wendy's unfulfilled cunt. His ass jerked forward, slammed deep and held, while his balls emptied the white cream.

Wendy tried to hold on to him, hunched furiously against him, trying to keep enough friction between cock and clit, but already she could feel his prick growing limber as the cum dribbled from her still-eager cunt and gathered in her ass crack.

"Oh, you're so good," he cried, satisfied, unaware that there was anything more to be accomplished.

Selfish bastard, she wanted to scream at him. Fucking kid trying to be a man. Doesn't he realize that there were two people involved in a fuck? And only one got his rocks off.

But all she said was, "Damn, damn, damn!"

She lay still. There was no need to try and fuck back at his flaccid prick. She tried to quell the ache of dissatisfaction in her tits, in her raging cunt.

"Great, just great," he breathed, slumping above her, resting on his elbows with his head bent in weariness, all his strength drained from him.

The couch was suddenly very cramped for Wendy. It was oppressively uncomfortable with the two of them lying together, especially since Phillip's prick had so completely failed her. She had thought that his youth, his exuberance, would provide her with the powerful fucking she desired, but instead, he had only served his own needs, unleashing the cum from his balls without thinking about her pleasure. It was the very quickness of their fuck that perturbed her, that and the single-mindedness of his fucking.

She felt as though she were just an economy sized masturbator, no more than a five-foot-seven pair of hands to stroke his rigid cock, receiving the same compensation that the fist received when Phillip jacked off in his bathroom or bedroom nothing.

"Get up," she commanded.

Phillip was puzzled. He was unaware that he had been tried and convicted without benefit of counsel, and that in the kangaroo court of Wendy's mind his own youthful inadequacy had condemned him to sexual death as far as she was concerned. There was to be no reprieve, no pardon, no second chance for a first offender, just sudden and swift justice.

"Huh?"

"I said, get the fuck up! I'd tell you to take your cock out of me, but it left a long time ago. I'm just sorry it wasn't in me long enough to make its acquaintance. Someday you'll have to introduce your cock to my cunt."

Phillip got to his knees and stared at her. His eyes revealed the quandary he was in. What had gone wrong? Why was she so sarcastic?

"What the hell's gotten into you?"

Let him get angry. Might as well be both of them at the boiling point.

"I'll tell you what's gotten into me. Or rather what hasn't gotten into me." She swung her long shapely legs over the couch and got to her feet. The cum dribbled from between her legs, rolled down her thighs, but she paid it no mind.

"Is that what you call fucking?"

"Well, yes. You got what you wanted. Fuck me, Phillip, you said. Well, I fucked you. So what are you griping about?"

She wanted to scream in frustration. Was he that dense? Or just that callous?

"There's more to a good fuck than poking your prick in a girl. Can't you see that? Women gotta come too. And, boy-stud, I didn't make it. How does that grab you?"

Phillip threw back his head and laughed.

"You stupid little bitch. Do you think I care what some damn slut wants? So you didn't get your rocks off, big fuckin' deal. Whores don't deserve to be treated like lovers. Get off your Goddamned high horse. If you want to climax, use your fuckin' fingers."

The rage in Wendy burst. She hurled her body at Phillip, her fingers curved so that her fingernails became claws. Both hands raked across Phillip's face, leaving thin angry lines of red where they had furrowed out the flesh. He caught her wrists, but too late. His mouth curved in a savage snarl.

"Damn you," he bellowed. "You'll pay for this."

He slapped her hard then, holding her hands in a viselike grip with one hand while he struck her again and again with the other. Her head snapped back and forth with each blow, and she was barely conscious when he stopped.

She could taste blood from her lip as she collapsed at his feet, like a slave groveling at the feet of her master.

"You want to be fucked! Then by God, I'll fuck you! But I'll do it my way this time."

He gabbed her by the hair of her head, jerked her up, and held her to his legs. She could see that he had achieved another erection. She felt woozy, the room seemed to be circling about her.

He took his cock in his hand, and then taking her neck in his grip, brought her face to his stiff prick. He rubbed it across her bloody lips. She could smell her dried cunt juice on it and the pungent odor of his cum, the male musk gathering and slickening his prick head.

"Lick it. Lick my dick, you cock-hungry little slut! But if you use your teeth, or try to bite me, I'll bust your Goddamn face. You got it?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Louder," he demanded, squeezing her neck until it hurt.

"Yes. I won't bite it."

"That's good."

She took his cock in her mouth, letting her tongue play over it. She was careful to obey him.

This was insane. He had changed so rapidly. Before her outburst she had been in control. Now the roles had reversed. She was not sure she liked it. She had never been dominated before, and it frightened her. Frightened and thrilled her. She felt a strange thrill to the act of sucking a cock, and she could not quite fathom what brought this on. Had she wanted Phillip to possess her, to force her to perform perverted acts?

She was confused, and would have to reason it out later. Now the insistent thickness of Phillip's prick was enough to concentrate on.

She had taken the hunk of hot cock meat all the way into her mouth, and her lips nibbled at the base of it. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose as she plunged all the way down on it, feeling at the same time the swollen glans striking the back of her throat.

"That's it. Gobble my cock. Lick… lick it, baby! Oh, yes, you're really quite a cock sucker."

She tongued his cockhead, letting the hot tip of her tongue circle the coronal ridge, touching the tiny little buds, all white and erect that were gathered at the prick head.

His hands were insistent at the back of her neck, and she bobbed with more and more ferocity. So he was going to dominate her, was he? She would show him her power, demonstrate that it was she, after all, who commanded, who let her lips teach him that it was woman who held the reins of power.

She gripped his asscheeks and pulled him tighter to her face as she sucked his lovely stiff prick. She spread her lips as she plunged down on his slick rock, letting her fingers seek his puckered asshole, stroke his prostate, while her mouth milked his fat prick.

"God, it's unbelievable."

"I'm… arh… mmmmm," she answered, her sounds garbled by the cock filling her mouth. He began to shove his ass forward, fucking back at her bobbing head. She answered by sucking his cock harder.

"Eat it. Drink my jism!" he begged.

She felt the surge of power rising in her. She had him now, had him in her power. She would make him fuck her. Though she wanted to taste his cum, she wanted him to be fucking her with his delightful prick. Her pussy was keeping time with the action in her mouth, and she knew that she would not be as disappointed this time when he stabbed his thick cock into her. He was unaware that she had transferred one of her hands to her erect clit and had been stroking her slippery pussy for quite some time, priming herself for the entrance of his cock.

She could feel the sperm gathering in his balls for the sudden rush up the shaft and into her mouth. She had to make her move now, or else it would be too late, and the wonderful cum would be shot into the air, to soak into the carpet rather than into her twitching twat.