El Sobador
By ElSol

Chapter 6

I have a theory.

Women claim to be more intuitive than males. For the moment, let's ignore that intuition might be a way for women to forego logic and reasoning in their decision making. I theorize that in total weight men and women are equally intuitive but some men suck the intuition out of males around them. For instance, Reggie had to have vampired every swinging penis in a ten mile radius.

The motherfucker knew!

Unbeknownst to me, it IS possible to ruin the day after a teenager loses his virginity. I was skipping from cloud to cloud only to have Reggie nuke me from orbit. Maybe it was a hangover from the Ditch but he dropped me in the trust exercises so often the coordinators noticed. Things only got worse with football as a unity building activity. Yeah, exactly! While everyone else played flag football, I was trying out for the part of Tackling Dummy Number Three.

It's no use to deny athletes and really smart kids get pushed through the education system with a liberal application of lubricant. I don't blame people. Teachers and administrators handle thousands of students during their careers; it must be rewarding to get your hands on someone who has a chance to be more than the local hardware store clerk. Girls go for athletes because there's not many measures of success in high school. But did they have to wait until their star basketball player almost put me in the hospital to yank me from the game! Hell, some of Reggie's friends stepped up to reel him in before the adults cried Uncle on my beat-down.

I wouldn't have traded Bailey for relief from Reggie's hazing, nor would I give her up if it meant him stopping. Something was going to have to give though!

It didn't help that some male part of me thought I deserved it. I did fuck someone he considered his woman. It didn't make sense, but I've come realize the phrase 'It's a guy thing' is a way for males to forego any sense in what they should or should not feel so we can continue to blithely tell women it doesn't make sense for them to feel or not feel something.

Like I said -- it's a guy thing.

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It's not so much that I didn't have the emotional capacity of a turnip. It's that so many emotions storm through a teenage boy and none of them are placid. I hated Reggie! I liked Bailey! (A Lot!) I wanted to fuck Bailey. (A Lot-Lot!) I wanted to kill Reggie. I blamed Bailey for Reggie. I felt some minor guilt towards Reggie about Bailey. I really wanted to fuck Bailey and I didn't know if she was going to come by. I hated not knowing! By the time Bailey showed up, I'd driven myself into quite...if I were female, it would be called a 'tizzy'.

I had also made myself naked.

She turned from closing the door and squeaked. Her eyes widened at my nudity and charge towards her. Bailey might have wanted to say something, possibly to explain how we couldn't do it again. I didn't give her a chance to say anything so I'll never know. I grabbed her arms, raised them above her head, pressed her body against the door with mine, and slammed my lips down on hers.

Obviously, the 'slamming' thing is an emotional description. If two sets of lips slam together, it means chipped or broken teeth. I wasn't in the mood for talk, I wanted Bailey!

She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue found a way between my lips. Our tongues tried very hard to become one. Her quick surrender to what I wanted gave me enough confidence to let her arms go. She wrapped them around my neck to hug me tight. My hands were on her shorts. I don't know how I managed to get through the belt, buttons, and zipper, but a great deal of fumbling later, Bailey was able to get her shorts down by moving her legs around.

I feel confident Bailey had not come to say it was over since she wasn't wearing panties. My fingers found wet desire dripping out and coating the inside of Bailey's pussy. It is unequivocally the hottest thing in the fucking world--a woman wanting you so badly, it's physical for her too!

My mind took a long walk on a short pier. I wasn't yet past the point of just getting on top of a woman and thrusting through the Pearly Gates, but Bailey Rose, wet and moaning, did things to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up. Walking to the cot, I spun Bailey around to deposit her on the cot. I kept my hands on her, guiding her to a position on her hands and knees. She let out a sound that depth charge my mind deeper into the water.

I should have taken my time. Later on, I wished I'd taken a few seconds to enjoy the sight of Bailey with her ass in the air waiting for me to fuck her. I wanted to run my hands over her body like she was a prize filly. It flat-out was not going to fucking happen! Thank God or Evolution or the Supreme Seeders of Planet Babaloo that the male and female members of our species fit so perfectly together in the moment of procreation! I had not traversed the sexual experience scale far enough to understand the mechanics of taking a woman doggie style. I stood behind Bailey's ass and thrust forward. She was there to accept me. Thank you the people of Babaloo!

I grabbed her hips, pulling her back and pushing forward. My dick fucked deeper and deeper into her. Bailey threw her head back, sending blonde hair flying. I was running on pure instinct. Tightening my grip on Bailey, I fucked in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could. I held her still. I pushed her away from me. I pulled her towards me. Bailey also tried to meet my thrusts. The only reason it lasted as long as it did was because we couldn't coordinate our movements as a couple or individuals.

Somehow, between the mad thrusts and getting in our own way, Bailey found enough stimulation to orgasm. She stopped moving. I pulled back and found resistance when I tried to push back into her. Her pussy was squeezing shut! It gave my body purpose, something to come together and combat. Her body was resisting and it WOULD NOT be tolerated. My hands grabbed Bailey's asscheeks. I spread them open. My hips went back. Pulling Bailey towards me, I pressed my cock into her. She tried to stop me or more correctly, the physical reaction to her orgasm tried to blunt my thrust. I kept pulling and pushing, driving my dick slowly into her. I'd like to say I won the war, but it was more like her orgasm ended, opening her body to my thrust. I'll lay claim to victory since she came again when I hit bottom and used very short, powerful thrusts to find my own release.

Considering I felt guilty towards Reggie because I fucked his ex-girlfriend, it should come as no surprise my sexual aggressiveness towards Bailey also made me feel twinges of that emotion. Clearly, anything I felt about wronging Reggie was not going to be an obstacle but, basically, attacking Bailey could bite me in the ass. We had established the currency for our interaction though. She got massages and I got to put my hands on her.

Without the Ditch from the night before, we had more time. I used every second of it to convince her body and mind that suffering through a minor surge of male sexual dominance was a meaningless price to pay when the benefits were so overwhelmingly pleasant.

I enjoy giving massages. There's more to it than having done it for so long or the connection to my mother or the things women will trade in return for what I do to their bodies. Everything is still when my hands are on person; very little exists except my hands and the heat. The other person doesn't matter, even when it's a beautiful woman like Bailey. They are just the receptacle for what I was born to do.

Bailey received a torrent of heat. The next day we would be back in the real world. Her social status meant a new boyfriend needed to be acquired soon. I wanted to make sure I had done what I could for her.

The sex helped. The night before I had not noticed until afterwards and I'd been too busy to confirm during the last bit of animal sex. During copulation, I must have sent a deluge of heat into Bailey. Every skin to skin contact gave my power a penetration point. My dick was the most powerful source, sharing that part of me from inside Bailey. Later on, it would become the salient point of my sex life.

I took my time because I owed Bailey after taking what I wanted with no thought to her. And because the evil in her body was in full retreat. The kids the old women let me work on were either not that sick or I never saw them again. Bailey was the first time I could 'watch' as my touch defeated the piece of anti-life invading her body.

Standing over the cot, I looked into Bailey's eyes. "You're okay now." I think she believed and didn't at the same time. The intellect and the heart making the paradox possible.

She reached up, wrapping her fingers around my hard dick. Using her grip, she pulled me into position straddling her face. Her tongue extended out and licked under my crown.

"Huh..."

Bailey kissed the tip of my dick. Looking at me seriously, she spoke, "If I'm going to suck your dick anytime you want, you ARE going to say hi to me at school, Mateo. If I'm going to fuck you anytime you want, you ARE going to treat me like a friend."

She didn't wait for me to agree. In that, I guess Bailey figured, whatever my instinct, the application of feminine persuasion would only help her cause.

Bailey Rose licked me to a cum. It started slow, a light touch of her tongue under the crown of my dick. Over and over, almost love in a lick. Sometime after I tried to bend the cot frame with my hands, she applied more pressure with her tongue and licked faster.

And faster.

And harder.

And faster.

I was in fucking hell! I was in fucking heaven! I was out of my mind and out of my soul. She licked and licked. Her hand held my dick in place as she licked and licked.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" It was whimper more than exclamation. I squeezed my eyes shut. I held my breath. I exploded the air out of my lungs. I throbbed. Bailey must have known it was time. She took the head of my dick into her mouth. It didn't stop the licking though. She took me in deeper until she could press her tongue against the same spot she had been attacking. For a second, I understood why women loved getting oral sex so much! She worked her tongue on my dick.

It felt like a slow motion money-shot from a porn movie. Throb! Spurt a perfect line of cum. Throb! Spurt another perfect line of cum. Throb! Bailey clamped down with her lips and hands, sucking out whatever sperm was still left in the channel.
