“What are
we going to do tonight?” asked Tiffany, pulling Chuck away from
the hot tub by his hand. He didn’t pull it away from her
now.
“I have no idea,” he said weakly. “I’m very vulnerable right now.”
“I thought that was a woman’s line,” said Tiffany, smiling.
“I know how a woman feels right now,” he said.
“Are you still trying to avoid making love to me?” she asked.
“It’s
a good plan, Tiffany,” he said. “I know it
is. All my other relationships got messed up because I went
too fast.”
“Well,
then, let’s get you dressed, and we can decide what to do,”
said Tiffany, altering their direction toward his room.
Maybe it was
because they were going to his room that Chuck felt a little
better. Thinking about going to her room brought back
visions of her topless, and he didn’t think he could take that
again. Not right now. He really believed that going
slowly was the cure to his relationship woes, but it was
hard.
It was really hard.
In more ways than one, pun intended.
And, when they
got to his room and she sent him into his bathroom, with clothes to put
on, he felt better, because she closed the door between
them. He had his erection to deal with, and decided that,
if he beat off, it might help.
He was in the
middle of doing just that, standing naked in front of the mirror, his hand
flashing along his hard prick, when she walked into the bathroom like it was
her own.
She was naked.
“Do you
have an extra razor?” she asked, calmly. “Seeing Lori
like that made me realize I need a trim.” She pulled at her
blond pubic hair and he stared at the pink lips hanging down below that
hair.
She looked at his hand, wrapped around his boner. There was a drip of precum oozing out of the tip.
“Do you want me to help with that?” she asked brightly. “I’d be glad to help.”
“Tiffany!” he choked.
“Yes?”
she said innocently. “How about that
razor?” She pulled upwards on her hair, and her pussy
lips spread apart, almost winking at him.
“AUUUGGGHHHH!” he roared, startling her.
Then he was
there, right in front of her, bending over. She didn’t
understand until his shoulder hit her in the stomach and all the air
went out of her lungs. She saw stars as she felt herself
being lifted off the floor. She couldn't get another breath in to
replace the one that had just whooshed out, because all her weight was
on her stomach, which was compressed by his shoulder. Then the
brightness of the bathoom went dark, as he took her into the dim living
area, and the disorientation of flying through the air and bouncing
onto the bed. Her body
flopped, her arms going out wide and her legs spread as she sucked in
air.
As the stars
cleared, she felt his chest against hers. As she was able
to complete drawing her first breath she felt his hand between her legs and then
the blunt tip of his penis, which he was aiming at her opening.
He wasn’t
gentle, and the sudden filling of her pussy, unused to anything bigger
than her finger, was painful in a shatteringly sweet way. That
she had gotten wet, undressing and planning her ambush helped, because
he thrust into her all the way in that first lunge. Still,
he felt huge, and the pain frightened her. She had drawn
that air in to scream - a natural reaction - but that breath of air
burst out of her lungs again as his pubic bone slammed against her
clit, smashing it flat, and she saw stars again. She felt
smothered, and panic surged in her, giving her strength in the form of
adrenaline. Her back arched, trying to throw him off of her, but
all that did was make him withdraw slightly, and then he slammed back
in again.
“Is THIS
what you want?” he growled, pushing so hard that she felt her
body slide on the bedspread. “Is THIS what
you’re so eager to get?”
He pulled back and began rabbit thrusts into her as she dragged in another breath.
“No!” she gasped. “Stop!”
“Too late for THAT!” he panted. “You asked for it, and now you’re going to GET IT!”
“CHUCK!”
she groaned, her body betraying her. She’d never been taken
like this before ... never felt so helpless and vulnerable.
Her mind screamed, but her body began to purr as his penis mauled her
clit, and his chest massaged her breasts. “PLEEASE, CHUCK,
Noooo” she whined.
“You HAD
to tease me,” he panted, thrusting deep, and staying there.
“You couldn’t wait,” he groaned. “You
wanted to be FUCKED!” He started the rabbit thrusting
again. “Well here it IS, TIFFANY!”
Tiffany’s
mind wasn’t clouded by passion, and she could think
clearly. She heard the pain in his voice, and was confused, until
she realized he had lost control ... was terrified himself, at what he
was doing. Her panic began to abate a little, as she
realized he was only being forceful, and wasn’t going to hurt
her. She HAD teased him, over and over again, even though she
tried not to. She’d thrown herself at him this time too,
knowing that what she was doing was cruel, but unable to help
herself. She felt responsible for what had happened, as a result,
and suddenly arrived at the conclusion she WAS getting exactly what she
had asked for.
Her hands, which had been clawing at his chest, relaxed, and slid around to his back.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Fuck me, you bastard. Make me pay. FUCK ME!” she squealed.
Now her hips
began to work with him, instead of against him, and they developed a
slapping rhythm that, along with their grunts and the hissing of breath
in and out of their mouths, was the only sound in the room.
“Ohhhh Tiffany,” he sobbed.
“Don’t you stop now, you bastard!” she grunted. “Make me pay!”
“I don’t WANT to make you pay!” he cried. “I want to LOVE YOU.”
“Listen to
me, Chuck,” she gasped. “You can love me all you want
to when we’re done, but right now I want you to FUCK
MEEEEEEEE”
Her orgasm was
unannounced, and a complete surprise. When she later thought
about that first mad, violent coupling, she decided that, when he
confessed he wanted to love her, it had gone straight to her inner most
being, allowing her to accept the pleasure of what, to that point, she
had really thought of as punishment.
“I’m cumming baby,” she whined. “I’m cumming so gooood, Chuck!”
Then she said the words that were what he needed to hear too. “Love me babeeeeeee,” she moaned.
“Oh
fuck!” he coughed, his body vibrating. “Oh Tiffy,
honey,” he gasped. “Oh fuck!” he yelped again.
She felt the
warmth of his spend, deep inside her as he bottomed out in her and
jerked spastically, while his penis pumped spunk as fast and hard as it
could. “Oh fuck me, I’m cumming in your pussy,”
he moaned.
He jerked on top
of her, making little noises, for twenty more seconds, and then,
very slowly, almost as if in super slow motion, Chuck’s muscles
relaxed, one by one, letting him sag a little lower, until he was lying
fully on her. Now she didn’t feel threatened, or
smothered. Now she felt only delirious that this man had done
what he did. He’d been too rough ... too fast ... and
too violent, but, at the same time, he’d been
perfect. She felt more alive than she had in years and
years. She realized he was crying as she felt hot tears falling
on her shoulder.
“It’s OK, baby,” she murmured into his neck. “Don’t cry.”
“I raped you,” he sobbed. “I forced you.”
“You took
what I offered,” she said into his ear urgently.
“Do you hear me complaining? All you did was take me
like a cave man takes his woman.”
“Are you OK?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“We
won’t do it like that very often,” she said into his ear,
unable to resist licking it. “But sometimes, when I need
you to, I want it just like that again.”
She let him roll
to the side, but didn’t let go of him. She talked to
him until he talked back, and they spent the next hour saying all kinds
of things to each other.
“I’m really sorry,” he said, at one point.
“You were right,” she said, kissing him gently. “I did ask for it.”
“That doesn’t make it right,” he said.
“I had no
idea I wanted that,” she said, “but, in the end, I
did. Like I said, I won’t want that very often, but
sometimes I will. Can you do that for me again sometime ...
maybe.”
“You want to keep seeing me?” he asked, his voice like a little boy’s.
“I want to
see you for a long, long time,” she said. “Will
you do something else for me?” she asked.
“Anything,” he said, his eyes misty.
“Help me shave, and then show me what it’s like when you’re gentle.”
He did. It
was both passion mixed with comedy, because he couldn't get the edges
even, and had to take off a little more, and a little more, until, in
the end, she just told him to take it all.
He was gentle as he gave her newly shaved pussy some oral attention. Then he showed her how he could make love gently.
She liked that
even better. She liked it so much that she talked him into
showing her three more times that night. He tried to leave,
but each time she cajoled him into staying, saying that, between times,
they could work on their relationship. She proved it to him
too.
“Chuck?” she said at one point.
“Mmmm?” he said, drowsy and satisfied, holding her.
“We’ve done it three times tonight. Was I ever your cheerleader during any of them?”
He opened his eyes, and they went unfocused.
“I’ll be damned!” he said softly. His eyes focused again. “No!”
“I like
that,” she said, kissing him. “Later, maybe tomorrow
or the next day, I’ll do some cheers for you, OK?”
“I don’t know if that will do anything for me or not,” he said, wonder in his voice.
“I’ll do them naked,” she said.
That led to
their last time of the night, before they fell into an exhausted
sleep. He looked at Tiffany the whole time he was stroking
in her, and she looked back at him, smiling.
