3 comments/ 28227 views/ 3 favorites Harder By: songwriter503 "I think we should smoke a joint and then you should do anything you want to me," Anna said one afternoon in her living room. If I didn't know Anna, I suppose I could interpret that statement in various ways, though any interpretation would probably lead to vaguely similar conclusions. But knowing Anna, I understood it to mean that she wanted it rough today. She was under the impression that what men like me wanted was to fuck hard for extended periods of time. True, I'm a big fan of this particular activity, but I like other things, too, and I know that Anna is not particularly suited for extended periods of hard fucking. She's a very petite woman with a very tight little pussy. But I knew what she expected by "anything you want," and I certainly didn't want to disappoint her. Anna is not the most relaxed person, but she knows relaxing is good for most sexual activities, thus the joint. I generally think sex is better with pot, so no conflict there. I rolled a joint, and we smoked it. Anna was slouched in her big padded chair, looking up at me with an expression that defined the word "sultry." She was really psyching herself up for whatever might be in store. "Let's go to your room," I suggested. Anna dutifully got up and walked into her room while I followed. She's a good submissive, but a submissive that really wants to be dominated enough can start to become a bit demanding, in a way that may seem to be crossing the line from submissive into something else. Anna entered her room as she was told to, but she paused in front of her large, elevated bed, bending over slightly, holding onto the side the of the mattress, and looked back at me. He doesn't want foreplay, and neither do I, I could hear her thinking. I knew the pot by itself wouldn't be enough to really relax her and get her ready for "anything" – or rather, rough sex, what she really meant. But she was clearly being insistent, bent a bit forward like that, with her ass reaching towards me, her eyes looking back at me expectantly. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Holding onto the bed with my right hand for balance, I licked the fingers of my left hand and put my hand between her legs, lubricating the entrance to her pussy. Feeling her little labia and the tight little entrance to her pussy turned me on enough to fuck her. Maybe when I'm old and tired I'll require more foreplay, but as Anna already knew, this was enough for me. I found my way into Anna and slowly slid in all the way. Anna inhaled quickly and looked away from me. She was wincing, I knew. She was not ready for this, but she was a bit of a self-destructive submissive. She didn't care whether she was ready, only whether I was. I quickly got into a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. In musical terminology, I was going in on the "one" and "three" and out on the "two" and "four," if we were fucking in 4/4 and the meter was that of your average rock & roll song. We were starting out on the wrong foot, really, too much too fast, but Anna had collected herself so she was no longer wincing or looking away, but forcing herself to look back towards me, nodding her head affirmatively, making approving gestures. I withdrew and told her to get on the bed. She removed the rest of her clothing and lay down on the bed, looking at me expectantly. I paused for a moment to soak in the vision of her lean, muscular, small frame beneath me, her pubic hair so blonde it was barely visible, just like the hair on her head, so Scandinavian as to almost be albino. I bent down over her, kissed her around her face and neck, kissing her breasts, licking her nipples, then biting them. I bit harder, gripping her nipples between my teeth and pulling on them. Anna's breathing got a bit heavier. She likes being bitten. Inspired by this reaction, I bit her more. Her stomach is so flat and lean that it can be hard to gather up enough skin to bite, but I managed. I bit her inner thighs a bit. She jumped a bit, but then relaxed again. I moved towards her pussy to eat her. I neglected to tie her hands up first, though. Free to move, and unwilling to take anything so vanilla as me eating her, Anna sat up. "I want to eat you," she declared, and then I was in her mouth. She engulfed me with her mouth as best she could, over and over, as deeply as possible, not wasting any time on more subtle movements. Just as well, I thought, since she often gets wetter from eating me than from me eating her. After a while, I pushed her back down onto the bed. With no prompting, she spread her legs wide and looked up at me with a quiet eagerness. I entered her slowly. Eating me had definitely made her wetter. I held her close to me and moved in and out of her slowly but firmly. I'm a bit large for Anna, but in this position she can take all of me, and the way I rub her clit as I'm moving in and out also makes her come pretty much every time. She was enjoying herself, it clearly felt good. As I moved in and out, I felt her loosening up, her body really getting into it, this was just the kind of activity her little body was built for. She was getting wetter by the minute, and more and more excited. After a few minutes, she was getting close to having an orgasm. "Fuck me hard," she said suddenly. She seemed to suddenly remember what her role was – to know what I wanted before I did, and to make sure I did it. She wasn't being pushy, but she was being moderately insistent, even to the point of putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me upwards a bit, encouraging me to get into a kneeling position so I could fuck her harder and deeper. I could, of course, have put her hands back on the bed, tied them there, and did whatever I wanted to her. But her idea seemed like a good one to me, and I obliged. Up on my knees, I looked down at her glowing little body, and positioned my arms under her legs, and went into her deeply. She winced a bit, and her legs were tense, pushing back at my arms. She was viscerally concerned about me hurting her, I could feel it in her legs. Tense. This wouldn't do for either of us. "Hold your legs up with your arms, like this," I ordered, wrapping her left arm around her left leg, her right arm around her right leg. "Now hold your hands together." Her knees were close to the top of her chest, her legs entirely out of my way. I had completely free reign over her little pussy. I kneeled closer to her, held her thighs for support, so I could bring myself into her as deeply as possible. I went in all the way. She winced. She was a bit concerned, but doing her best to look demure and ready for anything. She was drying up a bit, so I pulled out a bit and lubricated her some more, then went deeply in again. She managed not to wince this time, but just looked up at me demurely. I then let loose, fucking her the way I'd fuck someone who really liked it that way. I'm not too humble to admit that I'm a man of the world, and I have fucked a lot of wonderful women. Women of all walks of life, from all over the world, all sorts of people, each individuals in their own right of course. But in terms of fucking hard, specifically, women fall into two categories – those who have orgasms as a result of this kind of movement, and those who don't. Anna is in the latter category. Most women in this category can't imagine that other women like this sort of thing. They think this sort of fucking only happens because men like it. Some of them dutifully engage in this sort of fucking in order to please their partner, and others don't. Anna, obviously, does, although it's quite a challenge for her. As I started fucking her hard, at first she maintained her composure, holding her legs tightly against her chest, looking up at me with a sort of blank, angelic expression that tried hard to mask what lay beneath it. I thought about other women I had known, who would at this point be breathing harder, getting more and more excited, telling me not to stop, because they didn't want me to stop – if I stopped they wouldn't come. If I continued, they would. Not Anna. After about thirty seconds of this deep, fast in and out, she was beginning to lose it. First her grip on her legs started loosening. Her legs started moving towards me a bit, making it a bit harder to go in quite as deeply. Her face started wincing a bit. She looked away towards the ceiling, as if she was trying to find the strength there to go on. Feeling a bit concerned for her, I stopped moving so fast, started moving slowly and not so deep, looking down at her, appreciating her little frame under mine. Given this moment of respite, Anna gathered herself together quickly, pulled her legs back up to her chest, looked me in the eye and said, "more." With the "o" in "more," her tongue came out of her mouth a bit, and her tongue stud came with it, as if to say, it hurt when I got this tongue stud, and I'm OK. I pulled her thighs close to me and fucked her some more, rhythmically, in and out at a fairly fast pace. I was starting to sweat a bit, and it felt good. I felt her legs starting to loosen and drift towards me. This time, I pushed them up towards her chest, and held onto them that way, and kept on fucking her. Knowing she'd soon be wincing again, I looked away from her face, at her collection of rubber ducks above the bed, and kept on fucking her. Bypassing her face, I looked down at her pussy, at my cock going in and out. Her flesh around my cock was so taut that every time I came out, it was quite visibly being pulled towards me, as if I were removing a rubber by peeling it off inside-out. Then I'd plunge in again, and pull myself and some of her back out with me. Then again, and again. I lubricated us some more, thinking this might help with the friction that was pulling her taut flesh out with me, but that wasn't it, she was wet enough. She was just very tight. Her body was starting to become tense, though still completely open to me, without much choice in the matter, it seemed, with the weight of my much larger body keeping her legs pinned to her chest. I looked over to her face. It was red in the way only the very fair-skinned can be red. She was wincing, eyes closed, and holding her breath. Suddenly she exhaled with a yell, and looked up at me with what appeared to be a slightly panicked expression. I stopped moving. She breathed quickly and deeply. Her nose was a bit runny, and she sniffled, and breathed deeply some more, now a little more slowly, and then came some combination of a sigh and another deep breath. Her face was becoming a bit less red. There seemed to be a slight tremor in her lower lip, but she had pretty much collected herself. "More," was all she said, this time with a bit more flourish than the last time, the tongue stud emerging a little further into the air than the last time. That word – "more" -- had been trying to come out of her mouth from the time I stopped fucking her, but it couldn't quite make it out. After a very intense twenty seconds or so while she was turning from red to pink, it finally emerged from her mouth. I obliged. I resumed fucking her as I had been, at a moderate pace, deeply, trying not to go too fast, to stay within the limits of what Anna could reasonably endure. Anna was already starting to feel challenged, but perhaps sensing that I was holding back a bit, three words came out of her mouth in between held breaths: "Fuck me harder." OK, I thought, if you really want me to. I thought of what some other women might like, women who really got off on hard fucking. I wrapped my hands around Anna's thin, lean thighs and pulled her towards me, not holding back, going into her all the way, coming out most of the way, and then plunging back into her repeatedly. I held her legs down and up a bit, tightly, in the optimal position for me to fuck her hard and fast. Within a few minutes, Anna's body began to tense up again. I figured if she really couldn't take it she'd say so, and I kept on fucking her with abandon, the sweat now trickling down my face, my back, my arms. My arms were holding Anna's legs in position, and her hands were free. She grabbed a pillow, put it over her face, and put her her hands behind her head. Sometimes her hands would quickly begin to emerge from behind her head towards me, but then they would go back behind her head just as quickly. As I fucked her hard, fast and deep, her tense body suddenly relaxed, it was almost limp. Enjoying this, I kept on fucking her without letting up. After a while I needed a break. Staying inside her, I lay down on top of her, propping myself up on one elbow beside her head. Anna held the pillow to her face, and then moved it to the side. Her face was very red once again, especially around her eyes and cheeks. She had been crying, but I'm sure I was not supposed to know this. As if to make sure I wouldn't figure out just how difficult this was for her, she lost no time in speaking again. "More," she said. I lay close to her and moved inside her slowly, deeply, but gently, in the way that really turns her on. She was clearly enjoying this. I felt her getting wetter again, felt her body sinking into mine, felt the pleasure rising in her. I enjoyed it, too, tremendously – I love fucking her slowly and deeply like that, just as much as she enjoys it, I'm sure. Anna lost herself in this pleasure, this easy feeling of being filled up by me, with her clit being rubbed in just that way that caused warm waves to wash over her body. Her clit was very hard at this point, and the waves of an orgasm were beginning to rise up inside her. I continued for a few more minutes at this pace, thinking I'd let her have an orgasm, after all she'd been through. But then, right on the brink of orgasm, she held her breath and said, "Stop! I don't want to come, I just want to be fucked hard." And as she said "hard," her tongue stud emerged once again. I stopped as I was told. I knew, anyway, that she could take harder fucking in a state of excitement than if she came first. I turned her over and got her onto her knees and pressed her down towards the bed, so her knees were beneath her chest. In that position I fucked her hard and deep. Every now and then she turned her head towards me saying things like, "yes, more, fuck me hard, yes." It seemed she was better able to handle this position today. Or perhaps she was just becoming completely resigned to her fate. After a while I turned her over, her facing me, beneath me. She said, "If you want to fuck me hard some more, you should." I knew that this change of phrase meant she was really getting to the end of her rope with all this hard fucking. I thought about some of my lovers, and how at this point we'd just be getting started. But Anna had tried so hard and done so well at getting me to fuck her hard that day. I thought she deserved something really special for the occasion. "Would you like me to fuck you with the big dildo?" The big dildo was too big for Anna. Nine inches long and quite a bit wider than my cock. "Yes, fuck me with the big dildo, please," she said. Though she was waning, she was clearly intent on being ready for anything. I liked that. I lubricated the big dildo and carefully inserted the tip of it inside Anna. She breathed deeply and tried to relax, her pussy stretched fairly wide by this piece of latex. I pushed it in further, widening her entrance until it was very taut. Anna grimaced. I pulled the dildo out a bit, and she relaxed a bit. Then back in it went. She was mouthing some words, but very quietly, inaudibly. I pushed it in quite a bit further, most of the way in. "Shall I push it in further?" I asked. She knew the correct response was, of course, "yes," but the word could not find it's way out of her mouth. She said nothing. The dildo went in further. Anna gasped and hid her face. I pulled the dildo out and shoved it in, up to the point that made her gasp, and then a bit further, again and again. I enjoyed watching her body writhe in front of me, seeing her taut little pussy spreading so wide for it's visitor. Eventually I pulled it out. I laid on top of Anna, feeling her heart beat rapidly beneath me. She moved the pillow from her face, wiping away a tear. I entered her again, moving deep and slow, up against her body, the way that usually makes her come. Like that we made love for a long time. I like it at least as much as hard fucking, anyway. Anna liked it, too, though now she was too sore to come. And no more requests for "fuck me hard" were forthcoming by now. She just lay there quietly at that point until I felt like stopping. When I did stop and lay down beside her, Anna apologized. "I'm sorry I'm no good at fucking hard. I like to try, though." Harder I struggled to define her. She was different from most women I am attracted to. As I got to know her, the impression I got was that she was hard. She had lived harder than most of the sweet soft girls I typically find myself interested in. Kissing her was different as well. I kissed her hard. I had her braced against the wall, held in place by the full weight of my body. She was lean and muscular, her breasts small. My grip was firm and I held her hard to my lips. Her thigh, in my other hand, was taught. Her muscles hard in my hand. She had removed her shoes, flipping them from her feet as we entered her small apartment. She was smaller without the heels. She approached me with desperation and I took her. Her belt I tugged free easily but her jeans, fit tightly to her lean body, were more difficult. I had struggled to free the buttons and then lifted her onto a small entryway table, resting her ass, clad only in a thin pair of panties, on the edge causing the table to creak. I wrestled her free of the jeans and she wrapped her thin strong legs around me. "Tear it." She said through clenched teeth as I struggled with the buttons on her shirt. Without hesitation I complied. The thin material tore easily revealing more of her body. Her bra came loose easily and small breasts with long erect nipples were revealed. The wall, now limiting my access to her, had to be abandoned. She clung to my body and I carried her, my hand on her ass, grasping at the fit muscles sufficient to carry her weight down the small hall to the back of a couch that served to divide a small sitting room from an even smaller kitchen. "Fuck yeah, do me now, like this." Her ass was in the air and she parted her legs, her small dark asshole and a deep red cunt opened for me. I tugged free of my own jeans. I sampled her wet hole with my finger, she was ready, and I pressed my cock, swollen and aching for her inside. She gasped at its girth and I pressed harder to enter her more deeply. "Yeeeeeah." She begged. "Fuck yeah." I didn't coddle her or hold her. I didn't whisper sweet thoughts of how beautiful she looked or how sweet she tasted. I held her by her hips and slammed my cock into her. She moaned and gasped, I grunted. I sweated with the exertion and grasped at her hips until my arms ached. I would not relent and I would not come. Not yet. I fucked her. "Harder." She hissed at me and I reached for her, a fist full of hair filling my fingers. I pulled her to me over the back of the shitty sofa, her back arched, her legs, not long enough to reach the floor, flailed at my sides. She was a marionette, a meat puppet, suspended before me by sandy blonde hair. Her ass, smaller than the spread of my extended hands, tempted me. It taunted me. I wanted it. "I want your ass." I said simply, "NO." she gasped. "Not yet." "Yes." "Come in me first. Fucking fill me." Who the fuck am I to argue with that shit. I had to let go of her hair. I held her waist. It was hard as shit, fucking Pilates, man. I pulled her back against me. She was nearly off the couch. 'Yes." She growled. "Fuck, yes." I was sweating but I was close. She was just so fucking hard and tight. Her arms, still wrapped in what was left of her white shirt gripped at the sofa cushions slowly pulling it apart. "Fuck, yeah!" she called out. I felt her, it was like fucking a fist and she nearly pressed my cock out of her as she came. I joined her, my dick swelling with each burst of cum as it shot into her; sloppily I fucked on, cum dripping from her wet cunt. "Yeah." She said again, her back arching. I fucked for as long as I came and it felt like I came for fucking ever. I didn't want it to stop but I did. I released her. Her small lean body collapsed on what was left of the couch. I fought to catch my breath and looked down on her. I still had my jeans on up to my thighs. I still had my shirt on; it was a rumpled mess. She looked older now; even with her eyes and mouth closed I could see the lines etched into her tan skin. I still wanted her though. I wasn't done; I was just recovering. She wasn't done either; I hoped she realized that. I undressed as I watched her, mulling what to take next. Approaching her, she seemed so small. I knew I could just pick her up. Beside the shitty couch was a shitty chair. I sat down in it presenting my half hard cock. "Come here." I told her. She opened her eyes looking at me. She smiled a little, that hard smile she had given me that afternoon when I asked if she wanted a drink. She was scary in that bitchy, lonely, almost fifty way some women had. The conversation had seemed difficult; again, she was a hard woman. I paid for our drinks thinking nothing would come of it and it was only standing at her car that the evening seemed a possibility. "I have some wine at my place." She had said. "I like wine." I answered. I neither agreed to anything nor declined an invitation. "This doesn't have to be some big drawn out thing," she said, that hard smile both off-putting and suggestive at the same time. "I just thought I would put it out there. You know, if you're interested." She paused as if it was my turn to say something. I didn't have anything to say really so I let the silence just hang there. It must have hung around too long. "Well, you can think about it," she finished, allowing the smile to fade. I think that's what it took. I needed the smile to fade. Just as she turned I took a step closing the gap. If I was going to do this it was going to be different. I didn't want to sit around with her watching the Notebook and shit. I took her chin in my hand. That was when I realized how small she really was. She seemed to lift off the ground. I pressed her back against the car. I kissed her, hard, my mouth closed and she grasped at the back of my shirt. When I took a breath she pulled at me, more lifting herself than lowering me, and kissed me back, her tongue all the invitation I needed. "So you are following me?" she asked. "Is it far?" I was not invested in this enough to drive very far. "Like a mile." I figured that was close enough. She was smiling at me again. She was on her knees doing some sort of cat thing crawling across the floor toward the chair I was in. Her tits were small, there was nothing hanging from her chest but her nipples. They were like small fingers they were so damned long. When she was close enough I reached down for her and took one between my fingers. I pinched, hard. She grimaced. It got rid of the smile. I pinched harder and she arched her back but didn't pull away. "Do you like my tits?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Come here." I said again and she climbed into my lap like a little girl looking for a present except that she wasn't a little girl, she was old and hard and she was making me hard again. When she was close enough I tugged her shirt down her arms and then pulled her bra the rest of the way off. She was naked and tanned. She had freckles. My hand on her back was nearly as wide as her whole body and I pulled her to me until one of her little nips, hard and rubbery was between my teeth. "Ow." She said quietly, sucking a deep breath through clenched teeth and I bit harder. She wrapped her arms around my head, pressing her tit into my face. "It hurts." She said, gripping my hair in her hands until it pulled. I switched tits. She made the raspy gasping sound again and I realized she was so tiny my hand on her back covered half her ass. I sucked at her tit bruising it between my tongue and teeth and pressed my finger inside of her. Her pussy was a hot mess, dripping with jizz, and I worked my finger inside of her as she moaned and gasped. Good and wet I pulled my index finger out of one hole and pressed it firmly at the other. "Ow." She said again. She gasped again. I fucked her cunt again, jizzing my finger. This time it would go, I would make sure of it. "Ow." She said again. "No." As if to remind her I didn't give a shit I again bit her tit so hard that she gasped again. She gripped my head with the full strength of her hard, skinny, little arms and pulled at my hair until I was gritting my teeth too except that between my teeth was that hard little nipple and her back arched and my finger pressed hard against her ass. Her little ass fought back but I was persistent and in the end won out. My finger slid into her to the hilt. She'd said no but once it was in there she moaned, I felt her tiny little ass cheeks clench and despite her grip on me and mine on her tits, she fucked back, her little hips rocking on my finger. It was right fucking there, what was I supposed to do. I unrolled my fingers. She gasped when I ripped myself free of her asshole, then growled as I forced two fingers into her dripping hole. They came out well lubed and this time when I shoved it up her ass I fingered her wet cunt too. She moaned and gasped and every so often I would suck in one of her tits, biting that shit. She was close. Her whole body was shaking. "Fuck." She was saying. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," like the little engine that could. She moved those little hips against my fingers. I was hard again and wanted my cock in something and as if she knew, she said it. "Fill my fucking holes. Fuck." So fucking tiny she was, that when I let loose her titty from my mouth I lifted her off me with my fingers still plugged up her ass and cunt. "Suck it." I said, moving her little body to the arm of the chair. My fingers still easily reached her ass, even as she struggled to get my cock into her mouth. She muttered something, no clue what, but she was on me and I was gonna come quickly, there was no stopping it. "Tell me when." She said more clearly this time. I had a free hand and it conveniently pressed her head down, filling her mouth with cock. She moaned. I moaned. Then she let loose. With her holes filled, my fingers working her tight ass and dripping pussy she let it go. Her squeal was muffled by dick but the cum that shot out all over my hand and her shitty chair was un-fucking real. She really should give some sort of warning. It didn't matter, I was cumming now and she gasped and gagged. You know when they tell you to warn them they aren't going to swallow it, probably finish you with a hand job or something. In all the years with all the women and all the head I've ever had I have always respected their wishes. I am just that kind of guy. I was going to be weirded out later when I didn't stay to cuddle her but right now I was weirded out by a lot more than that. Lady cum had shot out all over the place and now my jizz, wet and sticky, was jetting at the back of her throat and then spilling out of her mouth all over me. It was a fucking mess. Shit was fucking everywhere. I was still fucking coming though so I let it just play itself out, holding her hard little head down on my dick. Finally spent I let her up. I let my fingers free too, shit, I had forgotten I was holding her in place like a fucking bowling ball. On her knees she looked up at me. "You done?" she asked. "Fuck, maybe?" I said, getting positively chatty now. She wrapped her hand around my cock. It had been well sucked but was still there, surprisingly, as if it still had something on its mind. "It doesn't seem like it." She said. "Lets see." She pressed her body in some sort of a frog thing with her feet at my hips, her legs folded up, her pussy, well fucked and dripping, pressed down onto my dick. More than her pussy was a mess. Her makeup had run, her hair went every other way it could but down like she wore it. Her lipstick was washed away and her face tasted salty like cum and fucking and it didn't matter because she was fucking me again and I liked it. She forced a kiss on me and I took it, cum and tongue and sweat and fuck and all. She bounced on my lap like it was a riding toy and the angle was fucking awesome. I found my hands free and her little tits right there so I grabbed them. To be nice I was gentle. "Harder." She said, that smile coming back and I pinched and pulled so that it went away. She did that gasp thing again and then kissed me again. She came. I could tell because her pussy, hard and strong like the rest of her, pushed my shit right out. Since my dick had given up on her, she fingered her little clitty as she came and I just tugged at her nips and watched. It was a fucking hell of a show. She finally got me that glass of wine. It wasn't bad, actually, better than I thought it was going to be. She didn't put clothes on. She just trotted around her little apartment, her tiny little tits and cute little ass jiggling the whole time. "Saturday?" she asked. I just scowled. She said this wasn't going to be some big thing and I just fucking knew it was. I knew I should have stopped myself. I was dressing and she was just sitting there, perched on the edge of a glass top dinette table. It wasn't as crappy as the sofa and shit but it was still a glass top and was pretty shitty. "Saturday morning? You sure? I'm free after spin class. Like 9:30. I'll just be here. Naked. Sweaty." I looked up at her. In one hand she held her wine glass, in the other, she was gently rubbing her clitty, just teasing me with it. Her little legs were so tiny and spread so wide. "It's not supposed to be a big thing." I was fully dressed now. "I've never had someone fuck me so hard I peed. That was fucking new." "It's not pee. Google it." "Google it?" "Google it." I said. My wine was gone. I was leaving. "9:30?" "9:30 ish. Call me if you are worried about having to wait around." "K" I answered. I wouldn't call. I didn't have her number and I wasn't about to ask for it. "Bye." I said, pulling the door behind me. The last thing I saw as I left was her hard little body and her skinny little finger working that tight little pussy. "Saturday," I mumbled to myself walking to my car. It could be interesting.