I swatted the hand away. Panting, I got up on my knees. Her chest heaving, my eyes barely able to tear themselves away from the sight, I grabbed her arm. She didn’t come easily. I had to pull her; I had to heave her up, and she slapped at me and tried dodging me all the way; but I got her up on the bed and I rolled her on her back. She locked her legs together.
“Make me,” she said.
I pried them apart. That beautiful bald pussy looked sweet as heaven with its vertical smile but I was after the road less travel. I tilted her hips up until I saw her brown eye. I gripped my lubricated dick in my hand and rubbed it against her asshole.
“Unh…” she groused. I could actually see the twisted upturned nose this time, her folded brows. Her hands still pushed against me but her anus opened up. Before long I was pushing up inside her like her muscles were coated in grease. More or less, they were. I rolled it up inside her until my balls were dangling on the mattress edge. Courtney grunted all the way. “Unh… uhh… unnh.” This position was a lot more uncomfortable for her, and her angry eyes told me so, but there was a hunger in those angry eyes that jolted and flared each time I retracted and slid myself back in. And from this position I now had full access to her pussy.
Better than that though, best of all, was that on her back, my dick up her crack, Courtney no longer could brace herself on her hands and knees. Her legs were in the air, her arms wide open on the bed. She couldn’t claim submission here; her limbs were free to flail and strike me as she pleased. But both tan arms and legs stayed open and limp, as she watched me lick my finger tips and apply them, in vibrating circles, to her engorged clitoris.
“Fuck… you…” she groaned. Her tits shook so hard her nipples were like dark shadows.
My balls were begging for release. My shaft was thick and tight inside her. But I nearly made myself blind trying not to cum. I slipped one finger and then two, three and then four, up Courtney’s streaming cunt and she kept screaming, groaning, taunting me, gyrating her hips to pull herself up and down on my cock. “Fucking pig,” she spat, “Empty those balls. I know you want to.”
Boy, did I want to. All pretense to gentleness in her ass was gone. I was thrusting myself in and out of her rectum like a racer pounding for the finish line. Courtney’s legs widened, her thighs clung tightly to my sides, her toes curled suspended above the bed. The bed slammed the headboard, the coils squeaked. And she reached out to brace herself, her palms on my stomach, not to stop me, to keep her body steady while her belly rolled and undulated. Her irises rolled back in her head till I saw the fluttering whites of her eyes.
“You first, Courtney,” I groaned.
“N-no…” she stammered out. Then, sweat coating her forehead, her hair fanned wildly all about her head, she cracked a twitching, feeble grin. “Tara… said you were… such a nice boy.”
I thrust deeper. Deeper. “I’m nice,” I panted. I was coming to the edge. I watched Courtney’s juices flow over my knuckles.
“Balls deep in my ass,” she grunted. “You want to see me cum?” Her mouth hung open, her tongue bright pink beneath her white teeth. A trail of clear saliva left the corner of her lips. “You want to see me cum on your fucking cock?”
“Cum for me, Courtney.”
“Grab my tits,” she groaned. I slowed my strokes and reached out, my hip pistoning slower to bend forward. I took two handfuls of those firm, round breasts. Courtney’s hands splayed flat on top of mine and she arched her back. “Harder…” she grunted. I plunged deeper, not faster, pulling out, then bucking my hips against her pelvis. “Hurts,” she grunted, but didn’t tell me to stop. “Squeeze me,” she said. She repeated it: “Squeeze me.”
I squeezed my prostate simultaneously. Sweat burst from under my arms and on my forehead. I was at the end of my rope. I had to cum in this girl. She was gorgeous, wet, writhing, legs wide open and her butt plugged tighter than a chemistry flask.
But I thought I knew the secret ingredient. “Cum,” I said to her.
“Can’t… force me,” she said.
“Cum with my cock up your ass, Courtney. Cum for all that money.” I arched my hips up. Her feet twitched, toes curling…
“Not a… whore,” she grunted.
I squeezed her tits. “Cum for me,” I said. “Show me what a good slutty little sister you are.”
“Anh,” Courtney grunted.
I slid my left hand down her belly and laid my thumb gently on her fat pink button. She hissed and bit her lip.
“Give your sister’s boyfriend a show, baby. Cum for me, Courtney. Give me my money’s worth.” I punctuated each word with a smooth thrust into her tight asshole.
“Ah. Ah-ahhhh,” Courtney cried, rubbing her pussy against my hand and the fingers dancing over her clitoris.
“You know how badly I want to shoot my spunk into you, baby. Give it up,” I groaned. Courtney shoved the fingers of her right hand into her mouth and began sucking and biting on herself. Her left hand cupped her fat breast.
“God, you fucker. You fucker,” she groaned. “Don’t…” she started. “Don’t stop. Don’t… don’t… don’t-”
“Give it to me, Courtney,” I grunted. The cum boiled in my balls. “Give it to me or my head’s gonna pop off. Be my little slut. Be my pretty little slut.”
“Nah…”
“Be my little whore.”
“Not a whore,” she muttered, back arching, forehead shining.
“My whore.”
“Oh God!” she gasped. “Annh!”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes- Yes- Yes-”
She grabbed my hips, and grabbed my sides with her hard fingers. “Now,” she commanded. “Cum in my ass, you fucking bastard!”
When she felt the initial spurt of my cum she let out a full throated scream. It wracked her body and made her belly dance. She threw my hand off her clit and ground her ass way down on my cock, her anus tensing, toes curling. My ejaculate was nothing compared to the first, but her climax came like an operatic crescendo. She wriggled on me, letting the weight in her rectum tingle in her tightness, her clitoris engorged, and she screamed.
She tightened every muscle on her body, every beautiful muscle. And she came. She came so hard I was almost frightened. But I’ve got a soft heart.
After I pulled myself out she practically ran to the bathroom. It shut hard and stayed closed for a long time. I heard the shower, I heard her washing, and I heard the toilet flush. And I sat on the bed, stinking, wet and my balls limp on my inner thigh.
After more than a half hour, she emerged from the bathroom, steaming wet, wrapped in a towel with another wrapped over her head. She picked her way, queen of dignity, over the mess of clothes on the ground and pulled the money from the pile. She counted it.
“The bathroom’s free,” she said simply.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure she would be there when I finished, or even that my clothes and bag would be. But I was coated in enough residue to nevermind that for the moment, and took my time cleaning, took my time in the shower thinking about Courtney, her body, and us – whatever that was.
I emerged from the shower to a quiet room. The one lamp was on, giving off a dirty yellow glow in the corner, and it smelled now of a mixture of dirty sex and freshly washed bodies.
Courtney was a dark shadow under the covers, her wet hair on the pillow furthest from me.
I sat down on the bed.
“Are you sleeping?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Soon, I was too.