Chapter 11
Have you ever woken up one day completely crazy for sex? That’s how it was for me that day — I woke up, took a shower, and rubbed my little clit three times in a row, but the heat just wouldn’t go down. It was a dead day socially for me; I was broke and couldn’t go out, and all I wanted was to make out with someone! I scrolled through my contacts and hit up a few people, but some couldn’t, others weren’t really into it. I was bummed and just resigned myself to it! I’m not some sex maniac, I was just super horny and wanted a hookup to let it out on, guy or girl.
On my street, there’s this kid way younger than me, and he’s always bugging me. He’s one of those boys who likes to show off for his buddies, and I bet if he actually hooked up with a real woman, he wouldn’t even know what to do with her. He’s cute, I’ll admit, but he’s too young for me. I’d thought about giving him a quick makeout session if it was on the down-low, but I was scared he’d go blabbing to everyone. But then again, nobody would believe him, and his sister, who’s a friend of mine, already told me he’s been talking about me around. Boys…
It was getting close to lunchtime in the morning, I got dressed and rushed to the bakery to see if I could grab some fresh bread. I was in my stay-at-home clothes — a ratty pair of shorts and a thin tank top that any cold breeze would make my nipples poke through. I hurried down the street, and there he was, washing his dad’s car. That little wannabe man always got under my skin, and I hated it. He spotted me.
“Hey, what’s this? Where you headed?” the little idiot said, laughing with the hose in his hand as he washed the car.
Normally I’d just ignore him, but today I was fired up like a samurai. I crossed the street and walked right toward him, his face turning to fear the closer I got.
“You talking to me, kid?” I asked with a tough look.
“Everything good, babe?” he said awkwardly, trying to keep up his cool act.
“Babe?” I snapped, pissed and confused. “Since when do I give you the right to talk to me like that?”
The street was empty, the car half-shielded us — if I slapped him right there, no one would notice. But I did something way worse. I grabbed the bulge in his pants and squeezed.
“Ow!” he yelped in pain.
“Come on, talk shit now! I’ve got my hand on your dick — talk shit, cat got your tongue?”
He just tried to pull away; I’d crossed a line, and he knew he couldn’t get aggressive. I’d acted on impulse and regretted it right away. I knew this was gonna cause trouble later. I let go of his dick, and from what I felt, it was a nice one!
“Those little taunts are seriously annoying, you know that?”
And I started laying into him with a full-on rant. I was unloading everything on the poor kid. I left him standing there looking crushed and went to buy my bread, then headed back home. But in my head, I couldn’t shake the memory of that bulge. Too bad he was so young; I confess, I kinda wanted him.
The day dragged on boring as hell — nothing to do, nothing on TV, and it wasn’t even over when my doorbell rang. It was him! I felt kinda guilty about what I’d done and scared he’d told his parents. The boy was standing at my door all freshly showered, and I had no idea why. I opened the door and saw him with that puppy-dog face.
“Hey, can I talk to you?”
“Sure, come in!” I said. “Fuck, why did I tell him to come in?” I thought.
He stepped inside, glancing around like he was looking for something, building up the nerve to say whatever…
“You know? I wanted to apologize for earlier.” he said sincerely.
“It’s all good, sweetie — sorry to me too, okay?” I said, hugging him warmly.
Then, girls, I’d been in that state all morning, and when I felt his body against mine in the hug, my own body lit up. Something sparked inside me… I’m such a slut, you have no idea.
“Did auntie hurt you?” I should’ve been four or five years older than him, but since we were both young, that gap felt huge.
“A little,” he answered sheepishly.
I put my hand on his bulge again and gave it a gentle rub. And I said in a baby voice.
“Poor thing, oh my god, want a little kiss to make it better?”
Right then, I felt him twitch in his pants, and under my hand, his cock started swelling as I pressed. His face was a mix of fear and shock. I must’ve looked like a total wild woman, grinning and saying that stuff to him.
“Not gonna answer me? Cat got your tongue?” I teased, making him talk.
“I want it,” he stammered.
“You a virgin, kid?”
“No,” he lied straight-faced.
“Don’t lie to me — tell the truth!”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Good boy, you’re gonna fuck me and do everything I say, right?”
He couldn’t believe it, and honestly, neither could I — that wasn’t like me at all, and I was losing myself in it, but the game was driving me wild with lust. I’d always wanted to use someone like this, and today was the day. I let him stand there and went to sit on the couch, and he followed my every move with his eyes, silent.
“Stand right here in front of me, kid,” I ordered, and he obeyed, stopping awkwardly, not knowing where to put his hands.
I looked him up and down, checking him out slowly like I was sizing up my meal. He was skinny, but he had a man’s build starting. He was totally embarrassed, trying to hide his hard-on under his clothes.
“You know how to eat pussy, kid? Of course not, right?” I asked mockingly.
In one move, I yanked off my shorts and panties, spreading wide and giving him a view he’d never forget. His eyes went huge, but he was too nervous to move.
“Kneel here,” I commanded.
When he got closer, I grabbed him by the hair and with a stern face ordered.
“Eat me!”
He didn’t know where to start; I shoved his face against my pussy. He started with this timid little tongue…
“Eat it, fuck, lick that shit! You grossed out by pussy, kid?” And I ground his face harder against me, now using both hands.
Then it got a bit better; my eyes rolled back — he wasn’t great at it, but the situation made up for his lack of skill with pure horniness. When he got more comfortable and tried to grab my tits, I slapped his hand away!
“No, I didn’t tell you to do that — get your hand off me!”
I wanted to humiliate him, make him my little lamb. Well, he didn’t have what it took to make me cum, and I wanted something else. I pushed him away…
“Take off your clothes, let me see that cock. It clean?”
“Yeah…” he said as he stripped completely.
The guy was packing — nothing huge, but nice, with good thickness and a small but pretty head. I pulled him close while I got comfy in the armchair and sniffed it to check if it was clean. Just touching it, I felt him tremble.
“Gonna cum already, kid?” I asked, laughing. “You that weak?”
I gave him a good suck, and he started moaning. I knew he’d blow any second, so I grabbed his balls hard to see if he’d hold out longer. I was cracking up inside, having a blast with the situation — he was shaking from nerves, and every little thing I did to his cock made him tense up to avoid cumming. I knew he couldn’t handle it, but now it was about my fantasy, a mix of lust and fun. “He’s gonna freak now,” I thought. I let him go, turned my back, and got on all fours on the armchair, spread so wide it was physically impossible to go further — I was sure he could see straight to my womb if he wanted.
“Fuck me — start slow, and only when I say, you’ll pound hard and fast,” I ordered seriously. But inside, I wanted to burst out laughing. I’d bet myself he wouldn’t last twenty thrusts.
“You want my ass or my pussy?” I threw out the question casually — I wasn’t giving him my ass. Just wanted him nervous.
“Ass…”
“And you know how to fuck an ass, you idiot? But you can’t even handle a blowjob without cumming! Come on, get over here… Put it in front, hear me?”
I just wanted to be wicked; I grabbed his cock between my legs and wiggled to slide it inside me. I felt it slip in nice — I was wet and ready. The feeling of being totally filled is just too good.
“Grab my waist, come on,” I ordered. “Now thrust,” I said, keeping my hand on his thigh to force some distance so he wouldn’t impale me.
He did what he could — his cock felt good, velvety with nice girth, and soon a pleasant intensity built up; I could even cum, but he had no rhythm, all clumsy — poor thing. The kid had wanted to cum half an hour ago, but I wasn’t letting him.
“Thrust harder, fuck, thrust like a man,” I said angrily.
He gave me some angry thrusts, trying to prove himself. I started laughing at him, and the more I laughed, the harder he tried to pound. It hurt a little but felt good. It didn’t take long before I felt his load spilling inside me. Inside, I was dying laughing, and I thought I’d pull a mean trick — pretended I was about to cum…
“Don’t stop, don’t stop — thrust super fast and hard.”
The boy had no stamina; my pussy felt like a cum cocktail shaker with him going soft inside me. Then I got tired of playing… When I stood up, it all dripped down my legs, and he looked at me like he’d fucked up big time. I put on a stern face and glared at him.
“Get dressed and get out. And next time I call, wash that dick and come running,” I ordered my little bitch.
He got dressed, and at the door before leaving, he asked me:
“Was it good? Did you like it?” he asked with that cute little face…
“Of course not, you wimp — you couldn’t even last one thrust! Get out of here,” I yelled the dismissal.
When the door closed, I burst out laughing — I couldn’t stop! But honestly, I’d liked him. I thought about the possibility of training him to do the things I like just right. I went to clean up, but first I had to finish his half-assed job myself! And that’s it — I’ll tell one or two more stories with him later. Stick around for the soap opera.