Page 10 of Calling Her Bluff

The occasional responses he received from her were thrilling for him—knowing she wanted him but was fighting those feelings made him all the more determined to win her. His tongue practically raped her mouth as he tore his clothes off with one hand, the other arm securely around her slender waist so she couldn’t get away. Once his clothes were scattered on the floor and the thick cock, she was fast becoming familiar with, was free of its confines, he pulled her shirt off as he moved her backward, then pushed her onto his bed.

With one quick movement, her skirt was on the floor, and he pounced on top of her, dragging her to the center of his bed, his domain. She automatically raised her hands, completely taken aback by his forcefulness even as she was excited. Ignoring her hands, his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking it ferociously and nibbling with his teeth. It had become pretty obvious how sensitive her large breasts were, and he wanted her wet and wanting when he finally entered her. He began moving his mouth over the large globe, sucking to leave hickeys—lots of them—marking her as his own.

There was no way she’d be going on a date with anyone else with his love bites on her skin. He left hickeys all over her breasts, her collarbone, then he moved to her stomach, leaving his hands on her tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers as he sucked at her soft flesh.

Allison was barely aware of the marks he was leaving, too caught up in his animalistic passion. The heavy attention her breasts received left her panting and whimpering. Each tug on her nipples sent urgent and needy signals straight to her pussy and clit.

After leaving a trail of hickeys from the base of her neck, all over her breasts, and down to her stomach, Todd began nibbling on her inner thighs. She spread her legs without realizing what she was doing. His mouth dove into her pussy, devouring her juices as one of her hands clutched at his wavy hair, pulling him closer into her. The sight of his head bobbing between her spread legs was as erotic as she’d imagined it would be.

Licking, nibbling, sucking… he attacked her pussy with the same focus he had the rest of her body while pinching and twisting her nipples. Allison was completely out of control, intent on reaching a much-needed orgasm. She trembled on the brink as Todd’s face suddenly moved away from her swollen folds and was replaced with his cock.

The thickness of his meat caused her pussy to stretch wide, and she let out a cry of surprise and discomfort as he slid home. Arching her hips in pain, she actually helped his entry more than anything else. Tears sprang to her eyes, partially from the sharp pain of being stretched so quickly and so wide, and partially for the last innocence that was now gone, and she hadn’t had time to prepare herself.

Todd was totally lost in his own little haven of pleasure, kissing the skin on her neck, and struggling not to suck it into his mouth and leave visible marks where they could be seen. Allison’s pussy hugged him, tighter than any woman he’d ever been with, and he was fighting a losing battle to maintain his control. Most girls were pretty snug around his thick girth, but Allison beat them all. It felt like his cock was being crushed in the warmest, wettest, most wonderful place he’d ever experienced. The many moments he took just holding his cock inside of her, re-establishing his control over himself, allowed her body to adjust to its new proportions.

He began to move, slowly, sawing his cock in and out of her tight pussy. Her mouth opened in an O shape, although no sound emerged. It hurt in the most delightful way, her sopping pussy still hungry and needy, the pain almost adding to the pleasure. Friction and heat built between her legs as the unaccustomed sensations rippled through her. Todd began moving faster and more roughly as he moaned in her ear about how tight and wet she was.

Hearing Todd’s exclamations over her body, his enjoyment as he wallowed in her, turned her on even more.

“Oh…” She could hear her voice, loud and echoing in the room even though she didn’t think she’d said it that loudly. “Oh… Ohhh my… Todd…!”

He pumped harder and faster, grinding his groin on her clit every time he buried himself in her sweet softness. The combination of the intense foreplay, the fullness of her pussy, and the constant contact on her clit finally drove Allison over the edge.

“Oh! Oh, God… TODD! Ohhhh, TODD!” she wailed, her sweet and impassioned voice filling the room as she climaxed, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

The fact she was calling out his name while creaming herself all over his cock, not to mention the incredible clenching and pulsing in her pussy as she climaxed, was making it very hard for Todd not to blow his load, but he persevered, wanting to draw out the pleasure for her for as long as possible. Pumping roughly in and out of her pussy, he drove her higher and higher on the crest of orgasm. It was better and more intense than any other she’d ever given herself, and it seemed like it would go on forever.

Finally, Todd couldn’t handle her cries of pleasure and the way she writhed beneath him anymore, thrusting one last time. They rocked together as he emptied himself into her, moaning and shuddering in tandem on a roiling wave of pleasure that filled them up and gently lowered them back to earth.

They slowly relaxed, and he murmured her name into her hair, enjoying the feel of finally being between her legs, her soft and silky body completely open to his. Her surrender had been so sweet. Todd didn’t move away from her until his dick was flaccid and had slipped from her. He kissed her deeply, stroking his fingers through her hair as she kissed him back, her own fingers making slow circles on his muscled back.

He didn’t ask her if she enjoyed it. They laid there as her breathing slowed, and he reluctantly rolled off to her side, letting his fingers drift over her body and tracing a route between the hickeys.

They exchanged a few more long, lingering kisses before he let her get out of bed and get dressed. He gave her the DVD, walked her to her car, but neither of them seemed to know what to say after the intense interlude. He kissed her goodbye and opened her car door.

Once inside the car, she pulled on her panties to keep cum from leaking out all over the car seat—even though she’d cleaned herself off inside with a tissue, she was still leaking. When she looked up again, he was already heading back into his apartment building. On the drive home, she stopped at a public trashcan, broke the DVD he’d given her into several pieces, and threw them away.

As soon as she got home, she ran to the bathroom and lifted up her skirt and removed her panties in front of the full-length mirror, watching cum slide out of her red, swollen pussy. She masturbated furiously in front of the mirror, sliding her fingers in and out of his cum, lifting them to her mouth every so often to taste their combined juices until she exploded in orgasm.

But it wasn’t as good as the one she’d had with him.

5

Allison was sitting in the library Tuesday night, working on her paper aboutThe Monk. Not surprisingly, she was more and more entranced by the book, although at first, she’d thought it was boring. Once the gothic tale had begun to ensnare its characters into deeper and deeper sins, she’d was caught up in the action of the book, despite the sometimes stilted language. It was fascinating and depraved, and she found herself to be rather shocked it was considered a classic.

“My, my,” a familiar voice said behind her.

A tremble went down her back, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together. Of course, she was wearing a skirt today. Since Friday, she’d worn nothing but skirts, knee-length or mid-thigh but always skirts. The weather had been beautiful, so it made sense. Of course, she hadn’t been hoping Todd would somehow find her on campus.

“What are you working on there, Princess?”

Denying the hopeful feeling that rose in her chest, Allison made her expression blank and calm as she turned her head to look at Todd. The unruly hair that framed his face was right next to hers as he leaned down to see what she was working on. Before she could answer, he slid into the chair next to hers and moved it closed, putting on hand on her thigh where the hem of her skirt laid. Because he was facing her, no one would be able to see what his right hand was doing under the table. His left resting on the back of her chair, so she was halfway encircled by his arms.

She cleared her throat.

“It’s an essay on Matthew Lewis’The Monk. I’m arguing that Ambrosio’s lack of experience with actual moral issues and real-life situations is what causes his eventual descent into depravity. Because he has no firsthand experience to draw strength from, he makes the first step. His moral strength, which is so impressive to his congregation, is actually weak because he’s never been tested.”

Todd raised his eyebrows, one finger making a little circle on the bare skin of her thigh. Keeping her expression bland was becoming more and more difficult as the soft touch moved from the top to the center of her inner thigh.

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