Revenge – Part 2B- The plot thickens

Erotic Stories: Revenge – Part 2B- The plot thickens

Even with her new techniques, I was able to last 10 minutes before pumping her mouth full of cum. She closed her eyes as I came. I knew that sperm supposedly tasted awful, but she seemed to be savouring the experience, letting out purring little moans as she swallowed.

When I was finished, she quickly crawled up the bed and straddled my thigh, putting her arms around my shoulders. Her pussy was dripping wet and hot, and she was rubbing it very slightly against my leg.

“It’s so good when you cum in my mouth, when your huge cock pulses for me…oh God, I’m so wet…”

I didn’t say anything.

“Please.” she said, looking me in the eye, “Please, just touch me…I need to cum, please make me cum.”

I let her continue.

“Please, I’m your…your little slut.” she moaned desperately. “Make your little slut cum, please let me cum for you, please…”

I sighed.

I grabbed her tightly by her stiff nipples, and pulled her closer to me. She let out that same little growl as before that I couldn’t identify as either pleasure or pain, but was maybe a mix of both.

“You’re a greedy little slut tonight, aren’t you?” I hissed, increasing my grip.

Her body wanted to move away, but she had to lean closer to avoid her nipples being pulled even more.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried.

She brought her hands down to lean against my chest, but she wasn’t trying to stop me. It was so satisfying, seeing her accept the pain without resistance.

“Do you think you have a nice body, slut?” I asked her.

Over the pain I was causing her, she struggled to answer.

“I…I…I don’t know, I…aaaahhhh.” she whined.

“Answer me.” I said calmly, twisting her nipples again.

“Yes! I…I think I do…” she said.

“What’s nice about your body, slut?” I asked.

I started to loosen my grip slightly, only to tighten it even further. I repeated this action, gripping and loosening, again and again.

“I…aah…aaaaahhh,” she moaned.

I gripped harder, prompting her to answer.

“My…my tits! I have big tits!” she cried.

“What else?” I said.

“I’m…mmmmm,” she moaned, “I’m fit…I keep f- Fit!” she gasped.

“What else?”

“I don’t know, I…”

“Do you think men notice your body?” I asked quietly.

She bit her lip tightly, and nodded.

“Do you like it when they look at you?” I asked.

“I…I don’t know.”

I started lightly twisting her nipples again.

“Ah! Yes, I…I like when they look at my tits! I…want them to want me…”

“And what does that make you?” I asked.

“A…a slut, I’m a slut. I want them to look at me, I want to make them hard…” she said, gasping.

I knew this about her already, of course. For all her secret inexperience, she seemed to revel in being wanted by men, always dressing to show skin and cleavage. She’d had a reputation around school for being a tease for a while now. I wanted to hear her confess it to me, confess that she was just a vain bitch. As someone who’d never really been considered attractive, it was so satisfying to punish her for this. I know it was petty, but I wanted to hurt her.

“Do you want to do anything else with all these admirers?” I asked.

“NO!” she shouted, “No, only you, only you…ahahh.”.

I pulled her close to me, leaned in and put my lips to her ear.

“Get out, slut.” I whispered.

I released her nipples. She gasped and moaned at the relief. Her hands jumped up to her boobs and she started gently massaging them.

“Out.” I repeated.

She gathered her clothes and left quickly, avoiding my eyes.

The next Friday she came over again, this time wearing a little black negligée. It was completely see-through except for the bra, which was pushing her boobs up and giving her the most spectacular cleavage. I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath it.

“Do you like this?” she asked, swirling the hem around the top of her thighs, “I bought it for you.”

It was so strange, how even though I’d seen her naked so many times by now, this little bit of cover made things so erotic.

“It’s very nice, Jessica.” I said calmly.

Her face lit up with delight. She bounced happily, her cleavage jiggling. She really wanted to please me. But I wanted her naked.

“But we wouldn’t want to get it all messy, would we?” I said.

She shook her head, huge smile still spread across her face, and started to slip out of it.

Seeing how much my opinion mattered to her, how happy a simple compliment made her, was a huge turn-on.

She undressed, laying the thin material gently on my desk instead of just discarding it. She got up in front of me on the bed, then reached over and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I really enjoyed the look on her face every time she saw it, a recurring little shock of delight and arousal.

Again, she spent the first few minutes just kissing and licking it gently, enjoying the weight of it in her hands. I was fascinated by the look of admiration she had, and the almost reverential, worshipping attitude she showed towards my cock.

She was even more skilled than last time, and she managed to get even more of my thick shaft into her mouth. I finally reached her throat, but she couldn’t push any farther no matter how hard she tried. After 15 minutes of intense effort on her part, I came in her hot, humming throat, thrusting the 5 inches or so that she could take as much as I could.

Afterwards, she crawled up and lay beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.

She told me about how she went to bed every night straddling her pillow, to try to sooth the desires of her pussy. She told me how almost every time she went to sleep, she had vivid dreams about sucking my dick, and swallowing my cum, and that she woke up in the middle of the night, soaking wet. She told me about how she had to change her panties every time she thought about me for too long. She told me she couldn’t concentrate in class, and that her parents, and Rose, were asking why she seemed so distracted all the time.

She told me she needed to cum.

She begged me to touch her.

I told her to get out.

She looked devastated, but left without comment.

I’d honestly never been happier in my life. Every week, the bitch I’d hated for years would come to my bedroom, suck me off, beg me to let her cum, and then leave incredibly frustrated but still obeying.

She was getting closer, though, to taking me completely. If she kept it up, I thought she could be deep-throating me in just a few weeks.

But as it turns out, I’d underestimated her.

Just one day before I was expecting to see her again, on the next Thursday, she approached me in public.

I was hanging out with some friends in front of school, just after class had gotten out, when she walked up to me and told me she needed to talk, privately. My friends were stunned. I wasn’t very close to them, or anyone really, but they all knew how much of a bitch she was. Not just to me, but to pretty much everyone except her closest friends, a group that I’d certainly never been a part of.

I was honestly too shocked to reply, not knowing how to act. I could do nothing but let myself be led away by the arm.

She took me aside and whispered in my ear,

“My house is empty all day. If you want, you can come over later and we can…continue things.” she said.

I stepped back to look at her. This was the first time she’d brought up our little meetings outside of my bedroom. She bit her lip nervously, then leaned in again.

“Please…I really can’t wait until tomorrow…just let me try today. I’m…I’m getting wet right now, just talking to you. I can’t take it any more.”

I was shocked that she was being so bold, saying all this out in the open. I didn’t know how to react.

“Shit…there’s Rose, look just…I’ll be waiting for you, if you want to come over. Please.”

She walked up to Rose. They talked for a few seconds, then Jessica took off in the opposite direction.

Rose spotted me and walked over.

“Apparently Jessica hasn’t been feeling well. Have you noticed her being a little off lately?”

I shrugged.

“I hope she’s not coming down with something.” she said.

I wasn’t sure whether or not to go over to her place. It felt a little like she would be in control if I went where she told me to. But the way she’d asked…so meek, and pleading.

“I’ll be waiting for you, if you want…”

I’d thought maybe another week of denial would be enough, but apparently she couldn’t handle that. I decided to go with it. I showered and changed my clothes, and left the house an hour later.

I knew where she lived, it was only a few minutes walk away from my house.

She was completely ecstatic that I’d decided to come. She invited me in and locked the door behind me. She seemed so subservient, even in her own home. She offered me something to eat or drink, she took my jacket off for me, asked me again if I wanted anything. But I didn’t want to waste time.

We headed up to her bedroom.

I hadn’t been in it since we were kids, but it looked pretty much the same. A few things were different, like the double bed in the middle of the room, and the computer desk in the corner with a big swivel chair. Her computer was a few years old, and judging by how neat and tidy the whole area was, compared to her other desk in the corner which was covered with note books, I assumed she didn’t use it much.

She still had that heavy wooden bookcase that I remembered, filled with all sizes and types of different books. They’d been mostly children’s or young teen books before, but now almost half them looked weirdly like textbooks.

She was so excited about me being here. At first I thought she was just desperate, so much so that she was willing to invite me here just to try again a day sooner, even if she didn’t have a chance, but the confidence in her smile told me otherwise.

She really thought she could do it.

“You’re really eager to try again, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yep.” she said lightly.

She sat me down on her computer chair, and began to undo my belt buckle.

I stopped her hands with mine.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I said.

She was confused for a second, but then realised what I meant.

“Oh…right…” she said.

I nodded.

She slowly began to undress, not making eye contact. I thought she’d gotten used to stripping in front of me by now, but she seemed so much more nervous, more humiliated, than when we were in my room.