Page 8 of Forcing Her Hand

Her body moved of its own accord as she played with her swollen clit, twisting it slightly as she pinched, the pain intermingling with the pleasure. Arching her back invitingly, she wished he would take the hint and thrust a little faster and a little harder. Biting her lip, she tugged hard on her clit, the slight pain shooting through her and making the engorged bud pulse. Her body rocked back, clenching down on the thrusting dick inside of her and squeezing it tightly. Roger moaned as his hands came sliding forward along her body, reaching for her breasts and gripping them harshly. He thrust hard, one… twice… Allison cried out as she came... it was the best orgasm she’d ever had with Roger. Her pussy convulsed around his dick, and Roger just held himself in her as he moaned, feeling her muscles massaging him. He’d felt her cum before, but this was a little different.

Satisfied she’d had her trial, he pulled out and helped her turn over, placing himself between her legs, slowly began making love to her in their usual way. Allison was able to get more into it this time now she was satisfied. And he’d had a moment of roughness, of giving her what her body craved. Things were looking up. Now he could finish himself the way he liked, too, and she could help. Moving as slowly and passionately as he could have wished, they kissed deeply while he thrust in and out of her soaking pussy. She still wished he could be a little rougher since she could tell she would definitely be able to cum again if he was, but at least her edge was mostly off. It was one of the most encouraging things that had happened so far in bed.

As he moaned in her ear, murmuring her name as his cum spilled into her pussy, she held him tightly and nibbled on his neck. His dick was hard and pulsing inside her, and she couldn’t help but wish she was cumming with him at the same time. The teasing of his dick in her pussy had made her horny again. Not enough to cum because he was moving so slowly, but enough, she wanted more.

Maybe, now he’d gotten a little rougher with her and felt her response to it, maybe now would be the time to bring up something to shock him into doing it more often.

Cuddling after the fact, she gathered the courage to ask a question that had been burning inside her for quite a while.

“Roger?”

“Mmmm?” he nuzzled her shoulder with his lips as he lay on top of her, his dick softening inside her pussy.

“Would you ever want to um...” She tried to think of a way to phrase it less crudely. “Umm... Well, would you ever want to do it... um... in my butt?”

His whole body, including his dick, stiffened in reaction, but as usual, he couldn’t move past the strictures of his upbringing. Pulling away, he looked at her angrily.

“Is that what you think of me? Someone who would want to degrade you that way?”

“No! No, Roger, you know I don’t,” she said, trying to soothe him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he began pulling himself away.

“No, I don’t know that since you’re always doing things which make it seem like you don’t know that.” He got up and grabbed his pants off the floor, yanking them on.

Watching him, the sheets clutched up around her chest, she pleaded with him.

“Roger, please don’t go, that’s not what I meant at all, I promise! I just want to give you everything you want... I just need to know what you want, and I had to ask.”

“Why?” he demanded angrily. “Why would you think I would want that?”

Because you do, she wanted to scream. Even now, his cock was at half-mast, despite his anger. Or maybe that’s part of why he was so angry, but she couldn’t say that, or everything would end, and it was just starting to get to a better place. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized they were having their first real fight because she had admitted to her perverted urges. She should have just kept her mouth shut.

“It’s just that... I mean... well, I heard a radio news show today. All these guys were calling in, and all of them said they like to do girls in the butt, and I didn’t want you to think I wouldn’t do something for you, just because it wasn’t well... ladylike, you know… if that’s what you wanted.” Babbling, she was babbling. Gah. The things she did to keep this man happy—the lies she told. But what other choice did she have?

Biting her lip, she looked away. Despite the arousal in his body, the way he was looking at her made her feel dirty and ashamed.

It worked, though. Roger looked down at her, and his gaze softened somewhat at her tear-filled hazel eyes and trembling lower lip. Sighing, he finished pulling on his shirt, then sat on the bed next to her, kissing her softly and pulling her into his arms, so her head was nestled on his shoulder. He stroked her hair, letting her snuggle into him.

“Well I don’t, I don’t know about other guys, but I don’t. I would never want to degrade you that way. All I want is you and me making love, the way we have been.” Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted her face and kissed each of her eyelids, then her lips again. “Okay?” She nodded. “But I’m still going to go home tonight.”

“But you’re not mad?” She clutched at his shirt as he started to get up. “It’s not over?” Big eyes pleaded that everything would be alright. He’d be a monster to deny those eyes.

“No,” he said and smiled reassuringly, although it wasn’t entirely convincing. “I’m not mad, and it most certainly isn’t over. I just need to be alone for a bit, okay?” Tentatively, she nodded, slowly releasing her hold on his shirt. He kissed her one last time before he left.

Allison stayed up very late that night in the empty apartment—still in bed, still naked. She’d almost lost Roger, her second chance. What would she have said to her parents if they’d broken up? Why had she had to push him?

That second one was a silly question. She was pushing him because she wanted more. Because even after all this time, she still wanted Todd.

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Allison spent the next day looking over the course schedule she’d chosen for the fall semester of her senior year and looking up book prices online. She wanted to see if she could pay for the books herself, without having to use her parent’s money. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but maybe if she got them used off of Amazon.

Mostly she was doing whatever she had to not to think about Roger or Todd. Thankfully, the fall semester would be starting in just three short weeks, and she’d be far too busy between working in the mornings, classes in the afternoons and evenings, and having a social life and doing homework on the weekends. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t leave her any extra time for more volunteer work, but it wouldn’t leave her a lot of time for thinking, either. Looking at her schedule, she felt nothing but relief, school was starting soon. She wanted absolutely no free time.

When she heard the door slam, she jumped up in relief. She’d been trying to keep her mind off of Roger, but now that Diana was home, she’d be able to vent a little.

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Diana was in stitches, listening to Allison bitch about Roger.

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