Revenge pt 1 – The seeds are planted

Characters are over 18 and fictional.

This is my first attempt at a story of this nature.

All comments, complementary or critical, are greatly appreciated.

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I hated my twin sister’s best friend.

Her name was Jessica.

When we were younger, she tormented me endlessly.

She mocked me for my skinny frame, my slightly higher than average voice, and for a dozen other apparently obvious flaws. This continued through all the years I’d known her. Recently, her favourite comment was about the fact that I was 18 and had never kissed a girl.

I blamed this partly, but not entirely, on her. Every time I met her, my confidence took another hit. Even if she had a little Friday-night sleepover with my sister, even when our families went on summer trips together, even when we were just supposed to be hanging out and being civil to each other, she would just never stop with the criticisms, the insults, the stupid little nick names.

It felt like she’d set me up as a kid for my life as a teenager. All the way through grade school and high school, I’d been picked on in some way or another. She wasn’t always the source of the insults, but she usually inspired them. I was the designated whipping-boy pretty much my whole childhood, all thanks to her. I had friends, sure, and not everyone hated me. But everywhere I went, every new class, every new group of people, she was there. She and my sister were always the among the most popular, and Jessica lead them against me.

Over the years I could feel it having an effect on me. I didn’t like going out much, I hated meeting new people. I was shy, quiet, withdrawn, and lonely. Like I said, I blamed it on her that I hadn’t had a girlfriend before. There’s only so much social rejection a guy can take before he just stops trying.

I couldn’t understand why she seemed to hate me so much. Over the years I learned that I wasn’t special, she just seemed to hate most people, and I happened to be around her a lot. She really was just a bitch, in general.

As we got older, her insults got better. And by better, I obviously mean worse. They went from being general to being painfully specific. She picked up on my cracking voice, my sparse peach-fuzz facial hair, and my growth-spurt induced clumsiness. When we hung out with other people in a group, she’d point out how I got nervous when I talked to girls, and she’d constantly belittle me in front of new people.

When we were younger, I hated her. Like, really hated her. I wished she was dead. I’d grown up a lot since those days, emotionally. I felt that I was more stable. I still didn’t like her, but at some point I’d tried to stop paying attention to her constant hostility. These days it had calmed down a lot. She still never had a civil word to say to me, but over the years it’d been reduced from constant mockery to the occasional snarky remark.

It didn’t help that she went from being a cute little girl to a gorgeous young woman. She had a beautiful, perfectly symmetrical face, with big green eyes and soft, flawless skin. She also developed quite large D cup tits pretty young, which made her even more popular. Both she and my sister took good care of their bodies too, jogging together most days after school.

And she was tall. I grew a little slower than her, and she’d delighted in towering over me while she did. It lasted way longer than it should have, but thankfully not forever. At 18 I was an even 6 feet, and she was around 5’9.

I knew, objectively, and through people telling me, that she was attractive, but I never felt that way about her. I felt nothing but distaste and disgust for her.

My parents never noticed, even when she’d insult me to my face when we were young. They thought it was just normal kid stuff. Rose, my twin sister, knew about it of course, but it was never as bad when she was around. I wasn’t alone with Jessica very often, but she’d really ramp it up when we ever were. I started spending less and less time with the two them.

I think that was one of the worst things about the whole ordeal. Rose and I used to be really close, but we’d grown apart the more Jessica had become a part of her life. By the time we were 18, we were like strangers living in the same house, going to the same school, but hardly saying more than a few words to each other a day.

==

It was a Saturday, and I’d woken up a little late.

By the time I got showered and got downstairs to make myself breakfast, Jessica was already there. I usually tried to get something to eat and go back upstairs to spend the day on my laptop before bumping in to anyone, but I’d stayed up too late the night before and ended up sleeping in.

I walked towards the kitchen. She’d be in there by now. She came here every Saturday morning, ate breakfast, then hung out here all day with my sister, only occasionally leaving to exercise or shop or something.

My parents welcomed her as if she lived here. They didn’t notice how little time I’d spend in the rest of the house on Saturdays.

I walked in to the kitchen and she was there, eating some toast. Our eyes met and her face lit up with that little look of sadistic glee she reserved just for me. The entrance of her favourite toy, her favourite victim.

“Morning, faggot,” she said.

I ignored her. At this point, it had been maybe months since I’d actually spoken to her. I’d managed to stay out of her way all Summer, and even though we’d been back at school for a little while, we didn’t share any classes, so I never had to see her. She’d forced me into the life of a recluse just to avoid her at home, seeing as I didn’t have any friends I was really close enough to that I could hang out with outside school.

“I said good morning you little twerp, what are you, deaf and ugly?” she said.

A classic insult. Most of these had lost their sting through re-use, but it wasn’t so much about what she said any more. It was about her attitude. Her constant, hostile, domineering tone. Her smug arrogance, and condescension.

I was walking over to the fridge to get out the orange juice. I opened it and peered inside, trying to look like I really didn’t care about her. And then, on an impulse, I just said,

“Go fuck yourself, Jessica.”

It stunned her for a second, but she was quick to recover.

I’d spoken back to her before, obviously, but I could never keep up with her. She was always too quick-witted, too shamelessly unrelenting for me to ever gain any ground.

“Whoa, you got me there, kid, some real original stuff.” she said.

She called me “kid” sometimes, even though I was a little older than her. Just another of her many little ways of being condescending to me.

I got out a glass and poured myself some juice.

“But unlike you,” she continued, “I don’t need to fuck myself; I’ve got someone to do that for me.”

Her boyfriend was an asshole of the highest degree, but he hadn’t ever really targeted me specifically. Still, he was muscular and handsome, and if that isn’t a good enough reason to hate someone, then I don’t know what is.

As I drank my juice, a dozen little half formed insults and comebacks crept into my head, but as usual I didn’t have the skill to get them out in time.

“I mean, if you want someone other than your right hand to fuck you for once, I could maybe fix you up with a friend of his. I’ll ask him if he knows any otherfaggots.” she said.

As usual, the frustration and unfairness of the situation started to get to me, but I kept it from showing. I slowly finished my drink and made my way across the room to the door. She stood up and moved to intercept me.

“Oh, no clever little comeback this time? Just gonna run way?” she said.

I stopped.

“You know,” I said, trying to appear calm, “I do so enjoy these bitchy little chats with you, but I’ve got something much more fun to do right now. Like stab myself in the face with a pencil.”

This was a line I’d been working on for a while.

Again, she seemed a little taken aback. I tried to continue to the door, but she moved completely in my way.

“You should just be grateful a girl as hot as me is even talking to you. It’s probably not going to happen again for a long time.” she said.

She stared into my eyes, daring me to challenge her. I met her gaze.

It was strange. She’d used the “block the door” trick a lot when we were younger, when she was much taller than me, but now I had the height advantage. I didn’t exercise much, and I was slim, but I probably had enough muscle to have the weight advantage too. If it came to a physical struggle, I could probably best her. Force her to the floor, or at the very least push past her. I tried to tell myself this. I tried to force a little confidence in myself.

But this wasn’t a physical struggle; it was a psychological one.

And, as always, I was the one that looked away first, staring at the floor to avoid her eyes.

She let out a little laugh.

“See you around, faggot.” she said.

She turned and left first, heading towards the living room where my sister was probably watching TV.

I fucking hated her. The years of humiliation and abuse came flashing back to my mind. My heart sped up and my fists clenched. Good God, how I fucking hated that woman. I wanted to smash something, anything. I grabbed a glass from the table and gripped it tight, my knuckles turning white.

I wanted so badly just to throw it to the floor, to see it smash. I wanted to destroy something.

But no.

I did what I always do, and repressed it. I took a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh. I fought my rage back to sleep, and put the glass gently back on the table.

I grabbed some snacks and spent the rest of the day in my room, trying to forget the conversation.

==

The next time I saw her was a few weeks later, on a Friday night. It had been a while since Jessica had stayed over, but it used to be the norm. Pretty much every week she’d come over for dinner, then stay the night and all of Saturday.

She’d arrived late, it was almost midnight and my parents were already in bed. I’d been sitting in at the kitchen table, on my laptop, when she arrived. I stayed in there for as long as I could, hoping she would leave. When I realised she was staying, I wanted to go straight to my bedroom, avoiding her completely. Only problem was, I’d left my laptop charger in the living room, and my battery was running low. If I wanted to maintain my one link to the internet, I’d have to go where Rose and Jessica were now talking alone.

I couldn’t decide.

I approached the door to the living room. It wasn’t closed all the way, and I could hear them talking. I didn’t want to go in. I didn’t even want to see her. I felt the familiar flare of nervousness, shame, and fear that was my constant companion throughout my encounters with Jessica.

I just waited outside the door, chastising myself for my cowardice.

I couldn’t help but listen.

“So how come you’re not with him tonight?” asked Rose.

“We’ve just been spending a lot of time together, you know? I mean, every Friday night for weeks now.” said Jessica.

They were talking about her boyfriend, I assumed.

“So…you’ve been fucking, then?” said Rose.

I instantly felt even worse about what I was doing. This was private.

But I really wanted to hear this, suddenly.

“Well, yeah.” said Jessica.

“And it…isn’t any better?” said Rose.

Jessica sighed.

“No…it’s still not…not great.” she said.

Whoa, her handsome, popular, ‘alpha male’ boyfriend was shit in bed?

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I think it might be…” she trailed off.

“What?” asked Rose.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.” she said.

Rose laughed.

“Come on, seriously, you’re not going to tell me?” she said.

Jessica laughed too.

I guessed that they told each other everything, so this was like an in-joke or something.

“OK,” said Jessica, “Well basically it’s…uh, I don’t really know how to say this…”

“Yeah?” said Rose.

“I think he might be…a little bit too small.” said Jessica.

“Wow, really?” said Rose.

“Yeah…I think. I just don’t, you know, feel a lot from it. I mean, I’ve never been with anyone else, so I don’t really know, but-“

“Wait, wait, how big is he?” asked Rose.

There was a pause.

“Maybe…like…this size?” said Jessica.

She was gesturing, but I couldn’t see it.

Rose burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, really?” she said.

Jessica was laughing along a little too.

“Why?” she asked, “Is that not good?”

“Fuck no!” Rose giggled.

I could only assume that this meant that he was hung like a hamster, or something.

“Wait, is that when it’s hard?”, asked Rose.

“Yeah…” said Jessica.

“Wow, that is…not good.”

“So…does it just always feel better if it’s bigger?” asked Jessica.

“Yep.” said Rose. “Bigger is always better. Some guys, usually tiny ones, say that’s a myth, but trust me, bigger is better. Sorry, but it sounds like your boyfriend is just a needle dick.”

“Fuck.” said Jessica.

There was a pause.

“And I guess it doesn’t help that he only lasts two minutes and couldn’t find my clit with a GPS.” she said.

They started laughing again. I took this opportunity to head up to my room, internet or no. I had some stuff to think about.

==

“Needle dick.” I murmured to myself.

That was interesting.

See, I was a lot of things. I was nerdy, shy, weak willed, socially awkward, and incredibly average in both grades and appearance, but one thing I’d never been was a “needle dick”.

Truthfully, I’m hung like a horse.

The last time I’d measured my cock (because, be honest, who hasn’t?) it was just over 10 inches long, and about 6.5 inches around.

Everything I’d ever learned about sex, I learned from the internet. I mean yeah, I got the Health Ed class, slide show biology stuff, but I mean real sex. And because, like most teenage boys, I was so…interested in the subject matter, my education was pretty well rounded. I knew all about porn-stars, and how they usually represented the most extreme end of the penis-size scale. I knew that the average was around 5 ½ inches long, and maybe 3 or 4 inches in girth for this part of the world. I knew that there was an ever present debate about whether size actually mattered to women. I’d read reports of women saying that they’d dumped guys for being too small, and of women saying they’d done the same for the opposite reason.

Yeah, I knew a lot about penis size. And I knew I had a pretty huge cock. But it wasn’t until that exact moment that I actually considered it something to be confident about. I mean, what good is a big dick if you can’t even talk to a girl? And I’d read enough forum entries from women claiming to have been stretched to the point of intense pain to know that bigger doesn’t automatically mean better, despite what my sister thought.

When I’d thought about it at all, I’d just considered my abnormal size to be something I’d just have to deal with. A little problem I’d have to worry about if I ever actually got laid.

But now it was an advantage.

This overheard girl-talk was just the beginning.

==

Over the next few days I thought a lot about what I’d heard. I wanted to use my cock, somehow. I wanted Jessica to know I wasn’t the weak little nerd she always made me out to be. I wanted her to know that, at least in this area, I was superior to her boyfriend.

But how?

My chance came the next time Jessica stayed over, two weeks later. I didn’t try to eavesdrop again, but instead stayed in my room, going over the plan.

My parent’s bedroom was actually on the ground floor, and my sister’s and mine were at opposite ends of the top floor. When Jessica stayed over, she and Rose shared her bed, even though there was a guest room downstairs too. There was a bathroom between our rooms, complete with bath tub and shower. This was where I would carry out my plan.

I woke up as early as usual, but waited an hour before heading to the bathroom. I knew the girls probably wouldn’t be up for a while.

I went in and had a long, hot shower. I spent as long as I could in there, washing my hair over and over again, scrubbing every inch of my body, waiting until I could put the plan into action. We had an electric shower, so I didn’t have to worry about wasting the hot water.

After almost an hour, I’d had enough. I got out and stared at myself in the mirror. As always, I thought I looked completely average, except for my cock. It hung thick and limp between my legs, maybe 5 or 6 inches long, still soft. I’m more of a ‘show-er’ than a ‘grower’. When it first started to grow it used to get in the way when I walked, and I worried about people seeing the bulge it made. But I’d switched to boxers over briefs, starting wearing looser pants, and gotten used to it.

I examined it from a few different angles, holding it out and handling my similarly large balls. I guess it did look pretty impressive, if you’re into that kind of thing.

I tried to get myself psyched up for the big plan, tried to force a little confidence in myself. I felt good about it.

But it was taking longer than I thought. I tried to kill time by reading the backs of bottles of my sister’s conditioner and hand lotion. Why did girls always seem to need so many bottles of crap?

Finally, after a long wait, I heard my sister’s bedroom door opening.

Jessica coming to use the bathroom.

I quickly took my stance; completely naked holding my cock in my hand, in full view of the door and pointed towards the toilet bowl.

I was trying to make it look like I was just using the bathroom after a shower. I’d already pissed, it was just about showing it to her. I’d left the door unlocked and open a little, so she wouldn’t think anyone was inside.

I started to get more and more nervous as I heard footsteps approach.

I felt my heart freeze in my chest when the handle was pushed down.

In this split second, I realised how incredibly stupid this whole thing would be if it was my sister that walked in, and how stupid I was for not considering this possibility.

I relaxed a little when the door paused after being pushed only slightly, and I heard Jessica yawn.

Here we go.

I looked down at my cock, and tried to look natural.

I heard the door open, and then…

Silence.

I turned my head slowly.

It was Jessica, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt.

She was staring at my limp cock, her eyes wide. She stood for a few seconds, just staring, not reacting at all.

I broke the silence.

“Uh…do you mind? I’m trying to piss, here.”

I shook my cock slightly to illustrate the point.

She gasped suddenly, and met my eye. Her hand went to her mouth in an almost lady-like manner, and she quickly backed out of the room and slammed the door.

I heard my sister’s door open, then slam as well.

I let out a huge sigh and let go of my cock, stretching my arms up.

I’d done it. My little exhibition mission was a success. We’ll see how much she insulted me now, knowing that my cock was so much bigger than her boyfriend’s.

I put my hands on my hips, smiling, and thought about my little victory. I got that size was, like, a measurement of manhood for some people, but I didn’t really get it until then. It really felt good to have her look at me like that.
I remembered the look on her face, the complete shock, the almost panicked look in her eye as she backed away.

I thought about her long, smooth legs, only the very top of her thighs covered by the t-shirt she’d been wearing. I thought about her big, perky tits, how the two points of her nipples were clearly visible against the thin fabric.

For the first time in my young life, I saw Jessica in a completely sexual light.

I looked down at my cock.

It was rock hard, all 10 inches pointing straight out from my body.

I quickly grabbed some hand lotion from a nearby shelf and smeared it all over my hands. I started stroking my cock with both hands, thinking about her face and body. I thought about her shock, about the open mouthed awe. Other images of her started popping in to my head, memories of how her tits looked in a bikini when our families would go to the beach together, or of her soft full lips wrapped around a straw.

I’d always hated her so much that I’d never considered these things so hot until now.

I jerked my cock faster, and faster, and within a few minutes I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. Shot after shot of my cum splattered against the toilet bowl. My knees shook with the pleasure. I let out an involuntary little grunt, and I had to put a hand against the wall to steady myself. When the last few spurts of cum were finished, I took a step back and sat on the edge of the tub.

I just sat for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened.

Then, because I didn’t know what else to do, I took another shower.

==

Jessica had left about an hour after our little encounter, which was definitely unusual. When my dad asked Rose about it, she said,

“I don’t know, she just rushed out this morning. I guess she has something to do.”

That week at school I didn’t see Jessica at all. It wasn’t that unusual, but I’d occasionally see her around, only to be flipped off or something equally juvenile. I was eager to see how she’d react now.

Every night that week I jacked off, both to the memory of Jessica, and to as much porn containing a similar “big cock reaction” scene as I could find, which was disappointingly few. I bookmarked a few of the least fake looking “Wow!” moments, but none of them compared to the real thing.

Looking back, it made sense that I somewhat fetishized the whole “reveal” thing. It was literally the only sexual thing to have happened to me at that point.

Anyway, apart from my porn preference, nothing else changed at first. But that Thursday, my sister wanted to talk to me.

“You don’t mind if Jessica stays over again tomorrow, do you?” she asked.

I didn’t really know what to say to this. It was the first time I’d been asked in a while. My opinion didn’t usually matter.

“It’s just,” she continued, “I know you two don’t get along very well. I mean, that’s why I hardly ask her to sleep over any more, I just couldn’t put up with you two bickering all the time.”

I hadn’t realised that was why she’d been spending less time here. Well, that plus her boyfriend.

“But she’s been acting really weird lately, and she won’t say why.” she said, “I think if I can get her over here, she’ll be willing to open up a little more. She usually does when she stays over.”

She smiled a little at this, and I smiled too, because we were probably remembering the same conversation they’d had.

The truth was, I’d never wanted to see Jessica so much in my life, which isn’t actually saying a lot considering how much I hated her. But I made a little show of it anyway.

I sighed.

“That’s two weeks in a row that I’ll have to stay in my room all night.” I said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ll owe you one, I promise.”

I sighed again.

“Fine, I guess.”

She smiled.

“Thanks bro,” she said, punching me lightly on the arm.

After she left, it occurred to me that it had been a long time since I’d really spoken to Rose like that. I realised that my weird sexual plans with Jessica seemed to accidentally improve things with my sister.

I chose to take it as a good sign.

==

The next day, Jessica arrived a little earlier, around 10 pm. I was once again in the kitchen with my laptop, my charger left in the living room. I was aiming for a repeat of the first night, and I planted the charger so I’d have an excuse if I got caught. After leaving them alone for a few minutes, I crept out towards the living room, trying to hear their conversation. I wanted to see if she’d bring up our little meeting.

They were talking about nothing relevant, at first. Their friends, their teachers, boring school shit. I was waiting outside for about half an hour when they finally started talking about sex again. By this point I was sitting beside the door, leaning against the wall and incredibly bored.

“So…how have things been lately? You know, sex wise.” asked Rose.

I turned quickly, and realised that, because the door wasn’t closed all the way, I could actually see through the gap at the hinges a little bit. I realised I looked like a stereotypical peeper hiding at a keyhole, but it was perfect. I could just about make them out sitting sideways on the sofa, facing each other.

Jessica sighed in answer to Rose’s question.

“Still pretty bad…in fact, even worse now.”, she said.

“Worse?” Rose probed.

Jessica ran her fingers through her hair.

“Yeah…I was on the internet a few days ago. I wasn’t looking for it or anything, but I…saw a penis. A picture of one, I mean.” she said.

Rose just waited.

“It was only for a second, I swear, I looked away as soon as I could.” said Jessica quickly.

It occurred to me that she was actually talking about seeing my cock, but obviously didn’t want to tell my sister that.

“So what? Calm down, it’s just a little porn. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Rose said, laughing slightly.

“Uh, yeah, but you know I don’t look at that stuff.” said Jessica, “I mean, I don’t even really…”

She trailed off, and was silent for a few seconds.

“Yeah, and you’re like the only person I know who doesn’t. It’s so weirdly old-fashioned of you.” said Rose.

“I know, I just…But anyway, this guy in the picture. It was…uh…big. It was soft, he was just holding it, but it…it was just so…thick! And long too…” said Jessica.

Hearing her describe my dick like this was really turning me on. She was clearly impressed by it.

“OK, so you saw a picture of a big cock. It’s pretty much impossible to go on the internet without seeing one these days.” Rose laughed, “It’s not like it makes the one you’re getting any smaller.”

Jessica sighed again.

“It’s just…I may have actually…over-estimated when I talked about him last time. I said it was like this.”

She held her thumb and forefinger apart, from here it looked like she was indicating maybe four or five inches.

“But it’s really more…” she held up her pinky, “Like this.”

The girls were soon laughing their asses off, and I had to try so hard not to join in. “Needle dick” really wasn’t an exaggeration.

They kept talking after they’d calmed down.

“I mean,” said Jessica, “I actually compared it when I was sucking him off. My finger is literally only a tiny bit smaller. I didn’t really get it before, but he’s so small! No wonder it wasn’t any good with him. I checked the internet, it said the average penis size is 7 inches long, with an erection.”

7 inches? That’s way off. She probably got that figure from some random forum.

My sister agreed.

“I wouldn’t say it’s 7 inches,” she said, “I think that’s actually considered big.”

“Well the penis I saw…in the picture…was almost that big completely soft!”

“Wow, that sounds pretty hot. Could you send me a link to it?” said Rose.

Ugh, I thought, creepy. But of course, Rose didn’t know it was my cock she was talking about.

Jessica made a similar sound of disgust, before realising that Rose wouldn’t know why.

“What?” said Rose.

“Oh, nothing, I just…you know, I don’t remember where I saw it, and I didn’t save it or anything.”

“Shame.” said Rose.

Jessica pushed on.

“So I’m just…like, disappointed about this whole thing. I mean… he’s my boyfriend. He’s really hot, and his body’s awesome…but should I really stay with him if I don’t get any pleasure from him? Plus…you know, he’s kind of a douche bag.”

No arguments here.

“I don’t know…” said Rose, “I guess it just depends on how important it is to you. If you really want to stay with him, you can just explain that he isn’t satisfying you. You know, teach him how to go down on you and stuff. There are other ways he can make you feel good.”

“But I thought you said “bigger is always better”, remember?”

“Well, yeah, when it comes to dicks. I mean, nothing beats that feeling of being completely filled up…” she trailed off, probably thinking about her own experiences.

This conversation was making me increasingly uncomfortable.

“But,” she continued, “Like I said, there are other ways. I mean, lesbians don’t even have cocks, but they can still pleasure each other.”

“I guess so…but I just find myself wondering, you know? What would it be like to be really fucked by…like, a…a huge cock.” said Jessica.

She sighed.

There was a lull in the conversation.

“Let’s move to the kitchen, I’m starving.” said Rose.

I panicked, realising I was about to be discovered. I stood up and made my way back to the kitchen, trying to find a balance between speed and stealth.

I managed to get back to my seat, with my laptop open in front of me and headphones on, before they got in. Rose seemed a little surprised to find me sitting there, but didn’t say anything.

Jessica looked almost scared of me for a second. It was so strange to have her look at me like that, with no disdain or hostility. Perhaps she thought I would bring up the bathroom thing, revealing where she’d really seen that cock. But too soon, her usual look of arrogance returned, although it looked a little forced.

I took my headphones off and tried to greet them casually.

“Evening, girls.” I said.

“Hey…I thought you were going to, you know, stay upstairs tonight?” said Rose.

She wanted to continue their conversation. I didn’t mind, I was used to being rejected in favour of Jessica. But I didn’t want this to end with me running away upstairs. I thought quickly.

“I was, but I thought I’d just chill down here for a while. Tell you what, if you go and get my laptop charger from the living room for me, I’ll head upstairs and give you some space.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but headed into the hall.

Jessica hadn’t said anything. She just tried to act normally.

“So, what are doing…faggot?” she asked.

She was clearly still nervous, and I smiled.

“Oh nothing, just thinking about our little encounter last week.”

Her eyes widened. I’d gone straight for the elephant in the room.

“God! Shut up!” she hissed, looking behind her at the door.

I stood up and started collecting up my things, ready to head to my room.

“Tell you what, if you feel like talking about it later, in private, I’ll probably be awake most of the night anyway. Feel free to stop by my bedroom any time.” I said.

She opened her mouth to reply, anger obvious on her face.

“Hey!” I said, throwing up my free hand in a neutral gesture, “Just to talk. If you want.”

She closed her mouth, and didn’t say anything. She just nodded a little, and moved aside when I went to leave.

I met my sister in the hall. She handed me my charger with a smile, I gave her a little nod, and we continued on past each other.

When I closed my bedroom door, I released a huge breath. It was so tough acting like I didn’t care about this stuff, like Jessica walking in on me was just a funny little accident, like deep down I didn’t still hate, and kind of fear her.

But I had to prepare. I’d given her an open invitation to my room. As a joke, sure, but I was confident she’d take me up on it tonight.

It sounded like she was really obsessing over my size, the amazed and impressed tone of her voice still clear after a week. But she was also afraid of my sister finding out, it seemed. The way she just moved out of my way…that had never happened before. It was amazing.

One way or another, through either fear or curiosity, she’d end up in my bedroom that night. I knew it.

==

It was around 2 AM when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

I’d been lying in the dark, listening to music with one ear-bud for about the last hour, waiting for her to arrive. I’d heard them go to bed around midnight. When I heard the footsteps, I shut off my MP3 player and dropped it on the floor.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Yeah?” I grunted.

The door slowly opened, and it was Jessica. She stepped in and closed the door behind her.

I sat up and turned my lamp on, acting like I’d just been woken up.

She was wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing earlier. She must have gotten dressed again, because she wouldn’t have slept in them. It occurred to me that she’d probably been waiting for Rose to fall asleep before coming over.

I usually wore a t-shirt and sweatpants to bed, but tonight I was just wearing my boxers.

It was weird how nervous she looked. There was barely any hint of her usual bravado.

“What?” I said.

I tried to keep my tone of voice steady, to sound confident.

She avoided my eyes.

“Uh, you said I could come over, if I wanted to talk…” she said.

She was trying to sound confident, too, but there was a little waver in her voice.

“Yeah, I was kidding about that. Get the fuck out.” I said.

She seemed a little taken aback. Then I got the reaction I wanted, her old attitude flaring up in her defence.

“Seriously? You’re kicking a hot girl out of your bedroom? I mean, I’m only here to talk, but when are you ever going to get even that again?” she said.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a huge bitch, I get it. But you are in my bedroom, and it’s two in the fucking morning. You’ve never wanted to talk to me before in your life. What’s this really about?”

“I…I just don’t want you to tell Rose about…what happened…” she said.

“Why not? You walking in on me in the bathroom isn’t that weird, is it? Or maybe you told her something about it already?”

“I…You…” she stuttered.

She paused, unable to think of a good lie or flippant retort. I’d finally won an exchange, made her speechless. It felt good. But it wasn’t nearly enough.

“This is about my cock, isn’t it?” I said.

“What?” she said, surprised.

“Yeah, you caught a glimpse of it and now you want a closer look, right?”

She didn’t say anything.

I waited.

“Well, if you really don’t want anything then I’ll say it again; get the fuck out.” I said.

She didn’t move.

“Jessica? Hello?”

“I want to see it.” she said.

“What?”

“Your…your penis. Show it to me.” she said.

I didn’t like how she’d said that. Like it was a command.

I chuckled.

“No.” I said.

Anger flashed across her face, and she finally met my eye for more than a few seconds.

“Look, it’s not a big deal you little freak, just show it to me and I’ll go.” she said.

I laughed again. I was really beginning to enjoy her hostility, for some strange reason.

“Tell you what. Since it’s ‘not a big deal’…strip.” I said.

Her eyes went wide.

“Yeah, in your dreams you loser.” she said.

I shrugged.

“Well, if you say so. Get out so I can get some sleep.” I said.

Again, she didn’t move.

I pushed a little more.

“I mean, it’s only fair, right? You want to see me naked, so first I have to see you naked.” I said.

There was a pause for about a minute.

Without saying anything, and once more staring at the floor, she reached down and pulled her top up over her head.

I couldn’t believe it. I thought that, if she was going to do this at all, it would take a lot more than just a few orders with an arrogant attitude. I think I really underestimated how much she wanted to see my cock again.

She was wearing a plain pink bra, and it looked incredible. It seemed too small for her, the way her cleavage spilled out over the top. The rest of her looked good too, her flat stomach and smooth skin.

Without hesitating, she threw her t-shirt to the floor and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. Her panties were plain and white. Her legs were amazing, smooth and long, one turned slightly to the side to show a defined calf muscle. I hadn’t noticed, but she was barefoot, and her toenails were painted red.

I blew my mind a little bit how I’d seen this much of her body before, in a bikini, but back then it hadn’t interested me at all. How I thought about her had changed so much, and so quickly.

She stood proudly now, a little gleam of achievement in her eye. She’d risen to the challenge, and now it was time to collect.

I slowly pulled the covers off, revealing my boxer-clad lower half. Looking down, I realised that my usual bulge was even more prominent, as I was beginning to get hard.

She was staring at my bulge with clear anticipation, and what I thought was maybe arousal playing across her face.

She realised that I’d stopped.

“Ke…keep going.” she said, meeting my eye.

I just crossed my arms.

“I’m seeing you in your underwear, you’re seeing me in mine.” I said.

Another flash of anger jumped across her face. I really liked seeing her frustrated, and my cock gave a little twitch.

She clenched her fists and her jaw. Our eyes locked, and I held her gaze. We were already way past the point where I would normally have given up. But not this time.

“But hey, if you want to stop, then….” I reached for the blanket.

“NO!” she said, surprising me with the volume of her voice.

We’d been talking just above a whisper this whole time, due to the late hour. It was mostly out of habit. When the doors were closed, the rooms in this house where pretty much sound proof. We could be screaming our heads off in here, and I doubted anyone would hear us.

“No…” she repeated, more quietly.

She realised I wasn’t going to give in, for once. She slumped her shoulders slightly, as if in resignation.

She reached behind her back and closed her eyes. She held that pose for just a few seconds, hesitating, before suddenly unclasping her D cup bra and dropping it to the floor. Her beautiful tits sprang free. They were incredible, so big, yet seemingly untouched by gravity, standing out proudly on her chest, shaking slightly as she breathed. This made me notice that her breathing was getting heavier. Her nipples were dark, and stiff.

By now my cock was beginning to strain against my boxers, making me uncomfortable.

She crossed her arms over her stomach, lifting her breasts up even more. She looked away, ashamed.

“Well?” I said, letting her know she wasn’t finished.

Again, she looked back at me, but the anger in her eyes lasted only for a second. She was learning that I wouldn’t be moved by her annoyance.

Quickly, and with none of the hesitation of her earlier movements, she pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Every movement made her boobs jiggle, it was so fucking sexy. But I kept my expression neutral. From the way she was standing I couldn’t see much of her pussy, but she had just a neat, well trimmed triangle of pubic hair.

I looked back at her face. Her hands were on her hips, and there was that same gleam of victory in her eye. She knew I was enjoying her body, and she must have felt like it gave her some measure of control.

Glancing at the panties spread out on the floor, I could see a small wet patch on the crotch of them.

This was turning her on.

I smiled, and she followed my gaze. She was startled when she saw what I was looking at, her eyes once again going wide with shock. She opened her mouth, as if to make some sort of excuse. I raised one eyebrow and smirked. She looked away, closing her mouth.
Nothing to say. How wonderfully unusual of her.

But then she remembered.

“Ok…it’s your turn now.” she said.

I sighed, but moved around on the bed a little, wanting to give her the best view.

“Would you like to get closer?” I said.

Her eyes were fixed on my bulge again. She nodded quickly and moved forward a few steps, then hesitated, before closing the distance completely and kneeling beside the bed. I wasn’t expecting her to get that close, but I could still see her tits, so I didn’t mind.

With my left hand I lifted the waist band of my underwear. With the other, I reached in and grabbed my slowly stiffening cock. I just held it inside for a few seconds, watching her expression. This was it, the reaction I’d been waiting for.

I pulled my cock completely out of my underwear and let it drop against my thigh.

Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes went wide. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” of surprise, and again she brought the tips of her fingers up to cover her mouth in that little gesture of alarm. She also let out a weirdly cute little gasp.

She held that pose, as the silence stretched.

At this stage my cock was about 7 inches long. It lay along my right thigh, still not hard enough to be completely erect, and unable to support it’s own weight otherwise.

She stared at my cock silently as I stared at her face, trying to burn her expression into my mind.

After a little while, she met my eyes again, before quickly turning back to my cock. Her expression of complete awe was seriously turning me on, and my cock twitched again.

I didn’t want to be the first to break the silence, but I was desperate to hear what she was thinking.

“Well, is it everything you hoped for?” I asked.

She was startled by my voice. She met my eyes again for only a few seconds before looking back.

“Uh…” she started. Her voice seemed lower, breathier, and somehow more seductive than before. I guessed it was because of how turned on she was getting.

She shook her head slightly.

“I…”she said.

She let out a little laugh, holding her head and shaking it again.

“It’s huge.” she said simply, turning to meet my eye.

“Yeah,” I replied.

She let out another little laugh of disbelief, and smiled.

“And it’s not even hard yet.” I said.

Her a face suddenly darkened with, again; shock, disbelief, but this time also fear, it seemed.

“Really?” she said.

I nodded.

She looked at it again.

“Can I…touch it?” she asked.

She reached towards my cock.

“No.” I said.

I suddenly, impulsively, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm roughly to the side. She grunted in pain, and met my eye with that same anger I was used to.

“Ow, what the fuck! Get off me!” she shouted, struggling against my grip.

I twisted her arm back, and leaned close to her.

“I don’t know how you don’t already know this, Jessica, but I fucking hate you.” I said, almost whispering.

Different emotions seemed to flood across her face, anger and pain and fear.

“Now get out.” I said.

I pushed her back. She tumbled backwards on to the floor, giving me a clear view of her pussy. Her smooth, pink pussy lips were clearly glistening with arousal.

She stood up angrily, gathering up her clothes and holding them in front of her.

“You know what?” she said, “Fuck you, faggot. My boyfriend’s dick is twice the size of yours anyway.”

I laughed a little at that.

“That’s not what I heard.” I said, holding up my little finger, copying her earlier gesture.

She was outraged, and confused, but she didn’t say anything more.

She took one last look at my cock, her eyebrows still furrowed in anger, but biting her lip with clear lust. I held my pinky up beside it for a comparison, mocking her.

She made a noise of disgust in her throat. I laughed again as she turned to leave, showing me her ass. It was perfectly round and perky. I’d never paid much attention to asses before, and made a silent note to remedy that.

She left, still completely naked, and slammed the door behind her. In her hurry, she left her panties behind.

Originally, I didn’t intend to kick her out. I figured if we got this far along in the plan, I would just have sex with her, or something. Just go with whatever happened next.

But that wasn’t enough now. I didn’t want to just fuck her.

I wanted to make her beg for my cock.

I wanted to dominate her, completely.

My dick was rock hard, now. I’d been trying to keep from getting fully hard while she was here, but I liked seeing her so dejected and angry, maybe even more than I liked looking at her perfect, naked body. I idly stoked my shaft a few times, but I didn’t want to masturbate.

I vowed then that the next time I came, it would be all over Jessica’s face.

And she’d beg for it.

==

The next day, things were a little different. I fearlessly strode in to the kitchen where the girls were eating breakfast.

Anger flashed across Jessica’s face for a few seconds when I walked in, but she didn’t say a word. Which was pretty much a first. Rose seemed surprised at her, but didn’t comment.

Throughout the day, the three of us spent time together. I talked mostly to Rose, revelling in being able to spend time with her without being hassled. Jessica didn’t say more than a few words to me, and when she did she avoided my eyes. More than once I caught her glancing at my crotch.

Jessica left before dinner.

“Wow, today was a lot of fun!” said Rose, when we were alone after dinner.

“Yeah. It’s nice, hanging out with you again.” I said.

“I think Jessica’s finally started to warm up to you, she didn’t insult you once!”

She seemed genuinely pleased.

“Yeah, that only took, what, 18 years?” I said.

Rose sighed.

She looked guilty.

“Look…I know Jessica’s pretty much hated you since…well, forever. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but…I mean, it’s not really just about you, she’s not the easiest person to get along with normally anyway…and I guess she always just thought that you were trying to come between us…”.

She seemed to get lost in thought a little, but I let her finish.

“I’m sorry.” she said, “I’m sorry for always choosing her over you…but she’s my best friend, you know?”

I nodded. It actually felt good for her to admit this to me. We hadn’t discussed it since we were kids.

“But now, it seems like we can finally all hang out together again, just like we used to!” she said.

I guess she remembered our childhood a little differently.

“Rose…I know how me and Jessica fight has always been a problem for you, and I’m sorry for that. But yeah, I think if she’s willing to…to keep a civil tongue, maybe we can start to hang out again, the three of us.” I said.

I didn’t really think I had anything to do with the aggression Jessica felt towards me, but I was willing to admit some of the responsibility if it meant things would finally settle down. At least, settle down as far as Rose knew.

Rose hugged me, and we spent the rest of the day just catching up. It was pretty great.

Later that night, I thought some more about Jessica.

I really didn’t know why she was being so civil. If anything I thought she might be even more aggressive, considering how mad she’d been last night.

I didn’t know if it was fear that I’d tell Rose about the whole thing, or if she was just too obsessed with my cock to want to make things worse. Or if deep down, on some level, she liked how I’d treated her, just a little.

I sincerely hoped it was the last one. What I’d done, pushing her away, even hurting her a little, it had felt good. Really good. Over that week, the build up to the next Friday night, I imagined, again and again, grabbing her, holding her down, forcing my cock deep inside her. I imagined her begging me to fuck her, pleading for me to cum inside her.

I didn’t jack off though. I remembered my earlier promise to myself. My next load would go on her face.

I didn’t know how likely any of my plans really were, but it had become an obsession. Any free time I wasn’t hanging out with Rose, I spent online, reading about submission and dominance. I wanted to do this right.

==

She came over again on Friday night and the three of us spent time together, like before. Again, Jessica and I didn’t talk much, but the mood was still pretty relaxed.

Rose went to the bathroom, leaving us alone only once, and I took my chance.

“You’re very quiet tonight.” I said.

She didn’t say anything.

“You know, you left those pretty little panties in my room last week.”

“Shut up!” she hissed, looking panicked.

“Oh, you don’t want them back?” I said.

“Just shut the fuck up, you freak!”

Oh, a little bit of defiance. I liked that.

“Now that’s not very nice.” I said, “And here I was hoping we could take this opportunity to…repair our relationship. You’re such a big part of Rose’s life, it’s really a shame we’re not closer.” I said.

She looked me in the eye.

“Fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you are?” she hissed.

I felt the rage build up inside me a little, but I repressed it. I wanted to seem neutral, like none of this was a big deal.

I laughed.

“There’s no need to be so hostile, Jessica. I’ll tell you what, I’ll head up to my room soon, and let you two spend a bit of time on your own.”

I leaned in closer.

“But tonight my door is open, if you want to come get your panties. Seriously, feel free to drop by.” I said.

Rose came back just as Jessica was about to reply, so she didn’t say anything.

I spent another few minutes with them, then made my excuses to Rose and headed up to my room.

==

I was so excited. It was 1 AM and I’d been almost pacing the floor in anticipation. I wanted so badly to hear what they were talking about, if the topic of size came up again. I wanted to hear Jessica admit how badly she wanted a big cock. My big cock.

But I’d get all that tonight, I hoped.

I was trying to relax a little by reading when I heard her approach.

She knocked softly.

“Come in.” I said.

This time she was wearing pyjamas, pink with little black flowers.

Cute.

I put my book down and sat up in bed. I’d gone back to my usual sleeping clothes, a black t-shirt and sweatpants.

She stood for a while, just looking at me.

She seemed even more nervous than last time, maybe because now she knew what was coming.

“Yes?” I said.

“Uh…” she started, “You said I could come over.”

“Yes, I did.”

I paused.

“But what do you want?” I asked.

“I… You know what I want.” she said.

She seemed annoyed, but she was trying to stay casual.

“Do I?” I asked in mock confusion, “Remind me.”

She glared at me, furious. She knew what I was doing. She knew I wanted her to say it. Her jaw clenched. I could almost see the decisions going back and forth in her mind.

“I want to see your penis.” she said, slowly and clearly.

I leaned back a little, smirking. She hadn’t even opted for the “just came to get my panties” excuse, she was committed to this now.

“Well, you know the rules.” I said, gesturing to her body.

She sighed, but this time didn’t hesitate.

She slipped out of her pyjamas quickly and quietly, revealing a lacy black bra, and matching panties.

“Oh, those are cute,” I said, gesturing, “Did you get all dressed up for me?”

“Fuck you.” she said, folding her arms across her stomach.

I sighed.

“Always so hostile. You know if you keep up this attitude, I don’t think I’ll want to do this any more.” I said.

She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her apprehension.

“Well?” she said.

I smiled, and pulled back the covers. I didn’t reveal as much as her, instead just slipping my pants down a little, showing my underwear. I grabbed my bulge through the fabric of my boxers, and squeezed it a little.

She was once again completely transfixed.

Without speaking, she quickly threw off her bra and panties and walked up to the bed, kneeling beside it in the same position as last time. I could see from here that her discarded panties had that same damp patch on the crotch.

I took a moment to appreciate her big tits as she knelt there. I always preferred bigger ones in porn, and hers were so beautiful, so perfectly shaped. Her breathing was getting heavier again, and I liked watching her boobs rise and fall, jiggling slightly each time she exhaled.

“Take it out.” she said, still staring.

“What?” I said.

She looked at me.

“Take it out!”

“Hmmm…” I said.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

Her voice had a note of desperation to it.

“Ask nicely.” I said.

Just like that, she was back to angry.

“Oh, fuck you! Just pull the fucking thing out!” she hissed.

Just like always, her tone and expression almost scared me, filling me with doubt and apprehension. I repressed these emotions, instead thinking of the anger I felt towards her.

I sighed, and shook my head.

“We won’t get anywhere unless you learn some manners.” I said.

Her jaw clenched and she narrowed her eyes. Just like last time, she seemed to resign herself to the task. It had to be done, so she just had to do it.

She dropped her eyes.

“Please.” she muttered.

“What?”

“Please, OK? Please get your penis out!” she said, angrily.

I grabbed her roughly by the jaw and forced her to look at me.

“You can do better than that.” I said.

Rage spread across her face, only to disappear in a flash.

She suddenly looked sad, and desperate. She seemed to realise that I wasn’t just delaying things to irritate her. I really wanted her to beg.

“Please.” she moaned, voice shot through with desperation. “Please…”

“Please what?” I asked, digging my fingers in a little bit harder.

“Please let me see it,” she said quickly, “Let me see your…your…”

It occurred to me that I’d only ever heard her say “penis”.

“My cock, Jessica. Say it.”

“Let me see your cock, please!” she moaned.

I released my tight grip on her face. She pulled back and rubbed her jaw, but didn’t say anything.

Sighing, I reached down and pulled out my cock.

She smiled with delight and leaned close to it. It was even bigger than she’d seen it last time. I was fighting to not get fully erect just yet, but making her actually beg for it was turning me on so much.

She was staring at it, and biting her lip hard. She started bobbing up and down slightly, and making little whimpers. I was mesmerised by her beautiful breasts jiggling and bouncing, when she let out a loud moan, and I realised that her hands were in front of her pussy. She was rubbing herself behind the bed. She was masturbating to the image of my cock.

I suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard. She screamed out in pain. I pulled her face close to mine, leading her by the tight grip I had, and whispered in her ear,

“You do not fucking touch yourself until I say you do. Do you understand me?”

“Let go…get off me you bastard!” she whined.

I pulled again, hard, and she stopped struggling.

“I asked you a question, bitch. Do you understand?” I repeated.

“Fuck you! Get the fuck…ahh! Stop!”

I tightened my grip.

“Listen to me, slut!” I growled. “You’re only here because I allow you to be. You will do exactly what I say, when I say it, or you can get the fuck out. Now are going to apologise, like a good little slut?”

This was it. She’d either submit, or leave. There was only a second of hesitation before,

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please!” she cried.

I let go of her hair and shoved her head away. Her pose from last week was repeated, with her sprawled out on the floor, tits jiggling wildly, and pussy clearly slick with arousal. She sat up and rubbed her head, stroking her hair into shape.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, “I’m sorry.”

She took her place again at the side of my bed, her eyes returning to my cock, but this time she kept her hands where I could see them.

That was the first real show of dominance I’d forced on her. I’d hurt her, called her a slut and demanded an apology from her for touching her own body…and she’d accepted it. She seemed so different, suddenly. Neither desperate, nor defiant. For the first time, she just seemed…submissive.

This was the greatest night of my life.

My cock was about 8 inches long now, and just about in the air. Any more stimulation and I wouldn’t be able to stop from becoming fully erect. But I didn’t want her to see that just yet. I wanted her to earn it.

“Tell me Jessica,” I said.

Her eyes snapped to mine.

“Do you like looking at my cock?” I asked.

“Yeah…” she breathed.

“Why do you like my cock so much?” I said.

“Because…because it’s big…” she said slowly.

“Yes, but why do you like my big cock?” I said.

She didn’t reply. She was thinking.

“Is it because,” I continued, “Your boyfriend is so small? Does he leave you unsatisfied?”

She nodded slightly.

“Answer me.” I said calmly.

“Yes!” she blurted out, eager to obey me, “Yes, he’s tiny, like my pinky finger. Just like you said.”

She held it out to demonstrate. She didn’t seem to care how I’d found out about her sex life.

“I never feel good with him…he’s never even made me cum…” she said.

She was staring at my dick again. It was bobbing slightly, in time with my heartbeat. She let out a little moan of desire.

“I’ve actually never…” she said.

“Never…?” I said.

She looked at me again.

“I don’t…think I’ve ever had an orgasm. Even alone I just get too…I don’t know, nervous.”

She went back to staring at my cock.

This was a revelation. Miss super-confident mega-bitch had never even had an orgasm before. I was going to give her her first orgasm. I vowed it.

“Do you want to touch my cock, slut?” I asked.

Her face lit up.

“Yes, yes, please. I want to touch it.” she said.

“Sit over there.” I said, gesturing to the other end of the bed.

I moved back on the bed to give her space.

She eagerly jumped up and sat where my legs had been. Her body was incredible, and seeing her like this, I felt my dick stiffen even further.

“But, you do have a boyfriend, don’t you Jessica?”

She looked at me, confused.

“Yeah, I do, but-“

“Now, what kind of a girl would even touch another man’s cock if she already has a boyfriend?” I asked.

“I don’t…I don’t know…I just want to touch it…”

She was staring at it again.

“Jessica, you have a boyfriend.” I reminded her, “The only reason you should want to do this with me, would be if you were…a slut.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Are you a slut, Jessica?”

She’d already accepted me calling her it, but now she had to accept it for herself.

“I…” she hesitated.

“Because if you’re not a slut, then you should probably just stay faithful, and leave.”

“No!” she moaned.

She looked into my eyes.

“I am a…a…”, she swallowed heavily, struggling with the admission, “a slut. I am, I’m a slut.” she said.

Admitting it aloud seemed to have a strange effect on her. Her eyes went a little hazy, and a big, lazy smile spread across her face.

“I’m a slut.” she said again.

“Whose slut are you?” I prompted.

“I’m…I’m your slut.” she replied slowly, “I’ll be your slut…Just let me…please…”

“Touch it, slut.” I said calmly.

She reached out and grabbed it, letting out a moan of lust as soon as she did. It continued to grow in her hands until she was holding my full 10 inches. I enjoyed how it felt, her soft warm hands wrapped around my cock. She marvelled at the girth of it, lightly gripping with one hand and running her other up and down the shaft. She bit her lip and let out another low moan. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation.

She explored the base, gently cupping my large balls in her hands, before she moved upwards, exploring the head. I was so turned on that some pre cum began to leak out, and she started rubbing it around the tip with her thumbs. She started to slide the skin down a little, but stopped when I let out a small grunt of pleasure.
She looked up at me, as if surprised to see I was still there.

“Oh, do you like that?” she asked.

She looked like she really wanted me to feel good. At first I was confused that she didn’t know what I would enjoy, then I remembered the only other cock she’d had experience with. She could probably fit that whole thing in one hand with room to spare.

“Oh, of course,” I said, “You’ve never done this with a real cock, have you slut?”

She shook her head, then turned back to my dick.

“Well,” I said, “The head is the most sensitive part. What feels best for a guy is putting pressure around the top, then sliding the skin up and down.”

She did what I said, and was soon slowly masturbating me with both hands. I felt incredible, but I wanted more.

“Stop.” I said.

After a few seconds, she stopped her hands.

“No, I mean, let go.”

She slowly let go, and crossed her arms under her chest. She’d been squirming for a little while now, trying to bring some friction to her wet pussy. I was pleased to see that she hadn’t tried to touch herself again, obeying my earlier command.

“You’re going to suck my cock now, slut.” I said.

Her eyes went wide with fear, and she sat back as I stood.

I got off the bed and finished undressing. She turned to face me, scooting closer so her feet were on the floor.

“I’m not sure about this.” she said.

I didn’t say anything.

“I mean…I’ve done this with my boyfriend, but his is…you know…and…” she said.

She looked away nervously. She seemed to be really afraid of my size, suddenly.

I grabbed her jaw, but more gently this time, and turned her towards me.

“Listen to me Jessica. You came into my room tonight, and begged me to show you my cock, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Y…yes.” she whimpered.

“You want this, don’t you? You want to know what a real dick feels like, don’t you?” I asked.

Still holding her face, I grabbed my dick by the base and shook it slightly.

“You want to taste this real cock, not your boyfriend’s little clit, don’t you?”

She nodded again.

“Say it.”

“Yes. I want to taste your cock…please.” she said softly.

“Really?” I said.

“Yes…please, I want to taste it. I want to suck your…your big dick. I want to know what a real cock tastes like…”

I stroked her cheek gently with my thumb.

“Good girl.” I said.

I let go of her face.

She nervously took my shaft in her hands again, slowly stroking its length. Without any more prompting, she leaned forward and licked the head. She made a little expression of displeasure at the taste of my pre cum, but went back for another one. She quickly started licking all around the head, sometimes wandering a little down the shaft. Her hot, wet tongue felt incredible. I let this continue for a few minutes before getting her to move on.

“Ok, slut, it’s time to put it in your mouth.” I said.

She looked into my eyes, and nodded once. She seemed somewhat stunned by this whole experience, but so eager to do a good job, to do what I told her.

She slowly tried to put the head in her mouth, just managing to get her lips around my girth. She pushed harder, squeezing my cock further and further. She could only fit a few inches inside. Her tongue was going crazy, and her hands were sliding all along my shaft. It felt so good, so warm and wet. She suddenly let out a long, lusty moan.

I started to thrust my cock forward a little, pushing back along her tongue. It was clear I wasn’t going to get any further until she’d had some practice, so I was content with my little thrusts for now. I was only able to enjoy the sensation for a few moments before I was aching for release. I hadn’t masturbated all week in anticipation of this.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me, tears touching the corners of her eyes, but a huge smile on her face. She licked her lips, and wiped the spit from around her mouth.

“Did that feel good?” she said, breathing heavily.

“It did.” I said.

She smiled even wider and licked her lips again. I was amazed at how little it had taken for her to submit to me.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked her.

“Yes! Oh my God, it’s just so big and thick. The way it…pulses. Having it in my mouth is so fucking hot. I’m…” she trailed off suddenly.

“You’re what?” I asked.

“I’m dripping wet, right now.”

I already knew this, but it felt good to hear her admit it.

I smiled.

“Jessica, what’s it like when your boyfriend shoots his little load?” I asked.

She smiled again, knowing where I was going with this.

“It’s just…a few weak spurts. Like, a teaspoon’s worth.” she said.

I gently took her jaw.

“Do you want to see what it looks like when a real cock cums?” I asked softly.

“Yes, yes, please. I want to make you cum, I want to see you shoot your load.” she said, nodding vigorously.

I ran my other hand through her hair.

“Then finish me off.” I said, guiding her head back towards my cock.

She went straight to work, trying again to fit as much of my cock in her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head back and forth irregularly, and lightly stroked my balls and shaft with her hands. The sides of my cock were scraping slightly against her teeth. This was my first experience with this, but even then I knew she wasn’t doing a very good job. I was just too big for her to get a real feel for it.

But it still felt incredible, and after just a minute or so I was ready.

“Just your hands, now.” I said.

She quickly backed off my cock and started jerking me hard with both hands, her spit working as lube. She was staring at my cock with an intensity I’d never seen before. Her breath was heavy and her face was flushed.

“Do you want me to cum on you, slut?” I asked.

She didn’t look at me, but started chanting under her breath,

“Yes, yes, cum on me, please, cum, cum on me, yes…”

I grabbed her head for balance and let the feeling overwhelm me. Hot, burning lines of pleasure jolted from the tip of my cock. It was incredible, ten times better that the last time I masturbated. I let out a loud groan of pleasure. The first shot splattered across her face, and a few landed on her tits. Without being told, she shoved my dick back into her mouth, desperately swallowing my cum. She started choking slightly, not used to the amount, but kept at it. I held her head there until I’d finished, then let her go.

She immediately fell back on the bed and started rolling around, clutching her boobs and rubbing her firm nipples. She was rubbing my sperm around on them, moaning and whimpering. She brought her arm up to wipe the sticky fluid from her face, and ran her tongue up across it. Her face was scrunched slightly in displeasure of the taste, but she moaned softly again, and continued grabbing her heavy tits.

I felt light-headed from the force of my orgasm, and she was really confusing me.

“Jessica?” I said.

She sat up and started squeezing her thighs together, still squirming.

“I’ve never felt this good before…please, please let me touch myself…I think…aahh, I think I’m going to cum soon…oh God I’m so wet…”

I was surprised that she obeyed me even now, her hands never once going near her crotch despite how much she obviously wanted it.

She was covered in my cum, begging me to let her touch herself. I took just a few seconds to appreciate the position I was in. My cock, which had begun to wilt slightly, was back at full mast within a few seconds.

I sat down on the bed beside her. I lay down, and she crawled to the other side to make room. I took her gently by the arm and guided her towards my legs. I got her to straddle me, sitting right up against my cock so that it pointed straight up, lying parallel against her stomach.

“Oh my God, you’re still so hard…” she said.

She was still fidgeting, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Come here.” I said.

She leaned forward to obey me, and as she did my cock ran along her stomach. She pushed it back until it was flat against my body, pressed between us. I pushed her up, and guided her until my cock was between her legs, her weight supported by her knees on either side, and her pussy resting gently on the under side of my shaft. She let out a small sigh when she first made contact, started letting out little humming moans with every breath. She was soaking wet. Her pussy juices began literally dripping down the sides of my cock, leaving little trails of moisture.

“Listen to me, Jessica.” I said, “Tonight…I’m not going to fuck you, do you understand me?”

Her expression instantly turned from a lustful haze to disappointment, and panic.

“But…please, I’m so wet, I-“

I tucked my fingers beneath her chin, and put my thumb gently on her lips, silencing her.

“No, not tonight. You haven’t earned it yet.”

She looked like she was going to cry.

“But… you have been a good little slut for me tonight. So I’m going to let you orgasm. Would you like that?”

Her face grew excited again.

“Yes! Yes, please make me cum, please, I’m so wet…”

I pushed upwards with my hips, sliding my thick shaft along the outer lips of her pussy. She turned her head, moaning at the sudden intense feeling.

I moved my body back, and just looked at her.

She took the hint and began to thrust her own hips up and down, sliding her wet pussy along the length of my cock over and over, moaning gently every time she grinded her clit against it.

She started slowly at first, savouring every inch, but soon began to pick up the pace. Within just a minute, she was humping against my cock with a quick and steady rhythm, her eyes closed tight in concentration. Her body was slick with sweat. Her huge tits bounced slightly with every movement.

I realised then that I hadn’t even touched her tits yet. I reached out and grabbed them, hard. She gasped loudly and opened her eyes. They felt good, so soft and heavy, and a little sticky from my cum. Her nipples felt rock hard against my palms. I quickly pinched them both between my thumb and fingers and squeezed.

She let out another loud gasp and closed her eyes, throwing her head back to let out a low, guttural growl. I couldn’t tell if it was in pleasure or pain, but I didn’t care. I squeezed harder for a few seconds, drawing another long moan from between her parted lips, then I let go. Her hands went to straight to her nipples and she began lightly pinching and rubbing them herself.

Her body was shaking more and more now, and it seemed like she was close to orgasm.

“Look at me, Jessica.” I said.

It seemed like she tried, but she was still screwing up her face in pleasure.

“Slut.” I said, grabbing her jaw, “Look at me.”

She did this time, gazing into my eyes.

“Do you want to cum, Jessica?” I asked.

Her voice came out in a shuddering, shaking breath,

“Yesss…please, I think….I think I’m…Oh God, I’m think I’m close…” she moaned.

“Do it…cum for me.”

Her voice caught in her throat, and her hips began to spasm, breaking her rhythm. She lay back slightly against my cock, forcing the girth further between her folds. She never looked away from me. I wanted her to face me, to look me in the eye so she’d always remember her first orgasm, and who gave it to her.

I reached behind her and grabbed her firm ass hard, digging my fingers in deep. She gave a throaty growl as I thrust my hips forward, providing even more stimulation.

Suddenly, with a loud, shaking squeal, she came. Her hips were still jerking back and forth, continuing the stimulation on my cock. She was panting hard, every other breath coming out in a ragged moan. She was still pinching her nipples, harder now, as hard as I had. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes, her eyes never leaving mine the whole time. As she rode the waves of her orgasm to the end, she let out one final moan, and collapsed against my chest, her head on my shoulder.

I held her for a while, my hands still on her ass, just enjoying the feeling of her warm naked body, still shuddering from the power of her orgasm.

We lay like that for a few minutes. Her pussy was still resting against my erect cock, the bottom of which was now completely coated in her juices. Once the little aftershocks that made her body twitch and quiver had completely stopped, she looked up at me.

I moved my hand up to her head, and idly ran my fingers through her hair a few times.

“Oh my God…that was so…so good…,” she sighed.

She closed her eyes and lifted her head, lips parted slightly, as if to kiss me. I held my hand against her collar bone to stop her. She opened her eyes, confused. She seemed disappointed.

“Get out.” I said.

She suddenly looked terrified.

“Wh…why? I mean…”

She looked down at my cock, still erect between her legs.

“Aren’t you… Don’t you want to…fuck me?” she asked.

I sighed again, and pushed her to the side. She rolled off of me, and turned to face me.

I didn’t look at her.

“I already told you, Jessica, I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

“But…please? Please, I want you to fuck me… I want to feel how…how a real cock-“

I turned sharply to look at her, silencing her. I didn’t want to hear my earlier words repeated back to me.

“No, slut. Not tonight. Get out.”

She bit her lip. She once again looked so desperate. But for once in her God damn life, she didn’t argue.

“OK. I’ll go. Can we do this again? Please?” she said.

“We’ll see…” I said, turning away from her.

I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me. I lay down with my back to her.

She got up and walked to the other side of the bed, towards the door. She got dressed without her underwear, ignoring my sperm on her body. When she was finished, she turned to me.

“What should I do about…you know, the guy I’ve been…?”

She didn’t seem to want to say “boyfriend”. She hadn’t said his name either, I noticed.

I looked at her, and considered it.

“Jessica, you’re not my girlfriend.” I said.

“I know…”, she said with a smile, “I’m your…slut, right?”

She seemed proud of it.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck what you do with that needle dick, or anyone else for that matter. As long as you keep doing what I say, you can fuck whoever you like.”

I really meant this. I knew I didn’t have to tell her not to fuck anyone else, because I knew it wouldn’t matter. She was really obsessed with my cock by now. I doubted she’d even look at another guy. And being with her boyfriend again would only serve to remind her how big I was in comparison.

She seemed uncertain. I got the feeling she wanted to be given a command, something she could do to make me happy, to prove herself, to “earn” my dick, as I’d put it.

“There is one thing you can do for me though…” I started.

Her face lit up. I was right.

“Learn how to give a decent blow job. That was pathetic tonight.” I said, with a touch of disgust in my voice.

Her face fell, but she didn’t reply right away.

“I will.” she said, “I’ll practice, I promise.”

“Good.” I said.

She didn’t leave. It still seemed like she was waiting for something.

“Thank you, for this. Thanks.” she said.

“Was that really your first ever orgasm?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Yes, definitely.”

I laughed softly.

She hadn’t seemed sure about it before, but now she knew. Whatever faint shadows of pleasure she’d experienced alone, or with her boyfriend, weren’t even close to the real thing. What she’d felt tonight as she humped my huge cock, that was what an orgasm felt like.

“Well, you’re welcome. Now get the fuck out so I can sleep.” I said.

She nodded once. As she turned to leave, I noticed the fading pink marks on her ass that my fingers had made when I grabbed it. She left, closing the door gently behind her.

I lay back and thought about what had just happened. I hadn’t really planned how that had gone. My only real goal had been to make her beg to suck my cock, and that had gone very well. When it came to it, right after that, I knew I could have fucked her. I could have pounded her until she screamed. But I didn’t want to.

I mean, I wanted to, obviously, but on some level it just didn’t feel right. There had to be…more.

I wanted to see her even more degraded. I’d seen her beg, but I wanted to see how desperate she could really get.

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