I Woke Up Insanely Horny for Sex

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 brushed my little clit like three times in a row, but the fire 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 checked my contacts and hit up a few people, but some couldn't and others weren't really into it. I felt bummed out and just resigned myself to it! I'm not some sex maniac or anything; I was just super horny and wanted a hookup to let it out, guy or girl.

On my street, there's this kid way younger than me, and he always bugs me. He's one of those boys who likes to show off for his buddies, and I bet if he 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, so 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: ratty shorts and a little tank top that any cold breeze would make my nipples poke through. I hurried down the street, and there he was, polishing his dad's car. The little wannabe man always got under my skin, and I hated that. He spotted me.

"What the hell? Where you headed?" said the little idiot, 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, and his face turned to straight-up fear as I got closer.

"You talking to me, kid?" I asked with a pissed-off look.

"Everything good, babe?" he said, all awkward, trying to keep up his tough guy 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-blocked us, so if I slapped him right there, nobody would even notice. But I did something way worse. I grabbed the bulge in his pants and squeezed his dick.

"Ow!" he yelped in pain.

"Come on, talk your shit now! I've got my hand on your dick—talk smack now, cat got your tongue?"

He just tried to pull away, but I'd crossed a line, and he knew he couldn't get aggressive with me. I'd acted on impulse and immediately regretted it. I knew this was gonna cause trouble later. I let go of his dick, and from what I could tell, it was a nice one!

"That trash talk is 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 all dejected 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 the guy with that puppy-dog pleading face.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, come in!" I replied. "Fuck, why did I tell him to come in?" I thought.

He came in, looking around the place like he was searching for something. He seemed to be working 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 affectionately.

Then, my friends, I'd been in that horny state all morning, and when I felt his body in the hug, mine lit right up. I felt something twitching inside me... I'm such a slut, you have no idea.

"Did Auntie hurt you?" I was maybe four or five years older than him, but since we were both young, that gap felt huge.

"A little," he answered, all embarrassed...

I put my hand on his bulge again and gave it a stroke. And I said in a baby voice.

"Poor baby, oh my God, want a little kiss to make it better?"

Right then, I felt his dick twitch under my hand, and as I pressed, his cock started swelling up big time. His face was pure fear and shock. I must've looked like a total wild slut, grinning and saying that stuff to him.

"You not gonna answer? Cat got your tongue?" I teased him, 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!"

"Yes, 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. This wasn't like me at all, and I was losing myself in it, but the game was driving me insane 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 all shy, not knowing where to put his hands.

I looked him up and down, checking him out slow like I was sizing up my next meal. He was skinny, but he had a man's build already. He was totally embarrassed, trying to hide his boner under his clothes.

"You know how to eat pussy, kid? Of course not, right?" I asked, mocking him.

In one move, I yanked off my shorts and panties, spreading wide open and giving him a view he'd never forget. His eyes went huge, but he didn't move, too nervous.

"Kneel here," I commanded.

When he got closer, I grabbed him by the hair and with a mean look ordered.

"Eat me!"

He had no clue where to start. I shoved his face against my pussy. He started with this weak 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 comfy 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, wanted him to be 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 your clothes off—let me see that dick. It's clean?"

"Yeah..." he said as he stripped down completely.

The guy was packing; not huge, but nice-looking, 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 from touching it, I felt him tremble.

"You about to cum already, kid?" I asked, laughing. "You that weak?"

I gave him a solid suck, and he started moaning. I knew he'd blow any second, so I grabbed his balls hard to make him hold off a bit longer. I was cracking up inside, having a blast with the situation. He was shaking with nerves, and every little move I made on his dick, he'd tense up to avoid cumming. I knew he couldn't handle it, but now it was all 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 all innocent-like. I wasn't giving him my ass. Just wanted him nervous.

"Ass..."

"And you know how to fuck an ass, you loser? But you can handle a blowjob! Come on, get over here... Put it in the front, hear me?"

I just wanted to be wicked. I grabbed his dick between my legs and wiggled to slide it inside me. It felt good going in; I was wet and ready. The feeling of being totally filled is just too damn good.

"Grab my waist—go on," I ordered. "Now thrust," I said, keeping my hand on his leg to force some distance so he didn't impale me.

He did what he could. His dick felt good—velvety and thick enough. Pretty quick, a nice intense tingle hit me; I could've cum, but he had no rhythm, all clumsy—poor thing. The kid had wanted to cum half an hour ago; I just wasn't letting him.

"Thrust hard, 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 it felt good. Didn't take long before I felt his hot load spilling inside me. Inside, I was dying laughing, and I thought I'd be mean and fake like I was about to cum...

"Don't stop, don't stop—thrust super fast and hard."

The kid had no stamina left; my pussy felt like a cum shaker. I felt him going soft inside me. Then I got tired of playing... When I stood up, it all dripped down my legs, and the kid stared at me like he'd fucked up big time. I put on a stern face and looked at him.

"Get dressed and get out. And next time I call, wash that dick and come running," I ordered my little slut.

He got dressed, and at the door before leaving, he asked me something:

"Was it good? Did you like it?" he asked with that super cute 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 chance to train 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 about him later. Stick around for the saga.