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Ravage Me

By: Bruno1027



Kelly and Melissa sat in the kitchen alcove sharing a pot of tea and finishing off the croissants Melissa brought back from her job at the coffee shop. It was a lazy Sunday morning. Both slept late and neither had completely woken up yet. They stretched and yawned, wiping the sleep out of their eyes. 

Melissa listened intently as her roommate detailed the night before. She spent it with her boyfriend Greg. She lived vicariously through her roommate's adventures. Being younger and already immersed in her work and college schedule she rarely had time to date. She took a lot of pride in her appearance; jogging regularly and making herself look good. She was beautiful; short bobbed black hair that accentuated her fair skin and a petite frame she kept tight and lean. Her breasts were small teardrops compared to Kelly's bosoms. She never thought of herself as beautiful though she was definitely attractive. 

The older grad student lazily wiped butter on the fresh rolls. "Anyway, that's how it always is with him. I get him going, or he gets that way himself and there's no stopping him. Even if I fight it's no use. He gets his way and it's all I can do to not just give in every time." 

Melissa gaped, always fascinated by the sex lives of her roommate and lover. They had been seeing each other for a few months and she learned soon after of his nature. Sexually, she found out, he was uncontrollable. At 26 he was a few years older than both of them and when he became excited her was a completely different person. Most times he was friendly and polite. He was an intelligent man, funny and sweet. Kelly once told her no man had ever treated her better. When he was turned on it was another matter completely. When he spent the night over the walls would shake from his exertions as he took her.

"But he's so quiet..." Melissa mused.

Kelly could only laugh, "and he is even quieter when he fucks me. He never says a word. He's loud, but it's only just grunts and growls." The older woman leaned toward her roommate and said in a quiet voice, almost whispering "He even bit me once, right on the shoulder. The mark stayed with me for the rest of the week." She coyly smiled. "I wore it like a badge and wore low cut blouses so people would notice."

They had a date planned for today she said, on this the only day they've had off together for the past three weeks. She expected him at his best, rough, forceful and take charge and, she said, she would do nothing but make it worse. 

Melissa knew her roommate sensed her jealousy. Greg was a very good looking guy and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she were in her shoes. Every night they had sex she would listen, silent and still, and try to picture what was taking place on the other side of the wall. He always came loudly and she could almost hear him breathe afterwards. She always masturbated furiously when they finished, pressing her face into the pillow so they wouldn't hear her and suspect her eavesdropping. That afternoon when he stopped by to pick her up, she planned to give him a good send off and help her roommate get him started. 

When the doorbell rang Melissa was ready. Her clothes were in the dryer and she was wearing her lycra sports bra and bikini bottoms. Greg faltered for a moment when he first saw her. "Uh..Hi Melissa...is Kelly home? 

She smiled sweetly and ushered him in. "Of course, she's just upstairs getting ready." With that she turned and walked to the laundry room, bending over to open the dryer in full view of where he waited. She made a scene bending over but tried not to be too obvious. She had a great butt, tight but well rounded. All the guys she ever dated loved to look at it, some even said that's why they went out with her. She took pride in it and did her best to capture Greg's attention with it, slowly bobbing it up and down as she made a show of retrieving her clothes. Dropping the clothes into the basket, she stood on the ball of her left foot, pushing her cheek out. Looking over her shoulder she could see him looking at her intently. His hands were balled into fists at his sides. He watched her shamelessly, his eyes traveling up and down her small body. 

Just then Kelly bounded down the stairs, dressed in hiking boots, cargo shorts and a crisp white t shirt. Melissa noticed she was without a bra. She leapt into his arms and pressed her lips against his hungrily. "God I've missed you," she said, one hands rubbing his ass. 

"Going hiking?" Melissa called out and Kelly jumped, unaware of her watching them. 

"That's right," she said, now noticing that the young girl was barely dressed. "The Blue Hills." She raised an eyebrow at her and barely smiled. Melissa noticed Greg staring openly at his girlfriend's breasts. Taking her by the hand he pulled her out the door and left without a word. Kelly had just enough time to look back at her roommate and gave her a look, open mouthed and wide eyed, that let her know she was in for it.

Melissa spent the rest of the day sunning herself. Later that evening, while laying in the tub, she brought herself to a screeching orgasm as she imagined Greg having his way with her roommate off the trail in the secluded woods of the Blue Hills. She went to bed earlier than usual and drifted to sleep satiated but lonely. 

It was pitch black when she felt someone shake her awake. She could barely open her eyes but knew it was late, most likely the middle of the night. Melissa stood by her bedside. Her t shirt was damp with sweat and ribbed from the collar to her armpit. It was covered in dirt and dust and she could see her breast hanging free beneath them. The dirt, mixed with the dampness of her shirt, had turned to mud. Her hair was wild and some of it stuck to her forehead, plastered there by the sweat. Seeing her roommate stir, Kelly could barely contain herself. 

"Melis. Melis, you won't believe it! You've got to hear this!" She was bouncing up and down while Melissa could barely sit up. Barely awake Melissa sat up slowly and fumbled for the light. When she found it she gasped at the sight before her. 

"My god Kel, what happened to you?"

She clenched her first in front of her and smiled, "It was so fantastic, just what I was telling you about."

Her interest captured, Melissa grasped her knees and sat up. "You didn't!"

Nodding slowly, she said "You better believe it! He was really out of control this time. I was doing all I can to bring it out of him but it's like it was the only thing on his mind since I came downstairs."

"I wore those little pink panties he told me he loved, though they're not really appropriate for an afternoon hike, and the shorts that show up my butt just right. I knew when I bent over he'd get a good look at my crack and when I sat down he got a good view of my thighs."

"We made it to the top of the peak so we got a great view of Boston- it was a beautiful day. We were both sweating and breathing fairly heavily after jogging up so I got my bottled water and got a good drink, pouring it liberally over my face and neck so it ran down my chest, soaking my white t shirt.

Melissa gasped. "Wow Kel, there's lots of people there at this time of year."

"Of course there are. There's only one I'm interested in now though and he's getting the best look of all of them. My shirt was almost completely see through and I started getting hard from the chilly water. Of course I acted like I had no clue. Greg couldn't keep his eyes off me. He got that look in his eyes like he can't speak, all he could do is just think of me. I knew it was starting."

"Acting oblivious I strolled right by him, pressuring him to continue the hike. He watched me go. As I made my way down the trail I heard him behind me so I bent down to examine a flower I said was pretty, pulling my cargo shorts halfway down my ass. He stopped then and just laid a hand on my lower back. It was so gentle, like the calm before the storm, I got wet immediately"

"I heard him rustling behind me and figured he was taking down his pants. I wanted so much to turn and look but I had to stay in character. He had to take me by surprise. Just then I felt him grab the waist of my shorts and yank. My shorts hit my ankles and a second later her grabbed my panties and yanked them off."

"He didn't!"

"He did! They're still laying there on the trail for all I know. I'm sure the ranger got a nice surprise."

They laughed to themselves before Kelly continued; "He grabbed my asscheeks so hard it hurt. He knows how much I love being bent over and played with but I really doubt he gave a damn what I wanted just then. He just stood there examining me then reached down and teased my pussy, as if he wanted to taunt me. I was really wet by then and I was making really embarrassing sounds. I wanted him to think I was too scared. All I could say was 'Please don't. that hurts.' He didn't care though, just rammed his cock right into me."

"I almost fell flat on my face. I had to grab onto the trunk of a tree to keep my balance. Still I kept up 'Don't do this. Stop it, please.' I doubt he even noticed me spreading my legs and pushing against him. Have you ever seen his cock?"

Melissa shook her head, speechless.

"Of course you haven't. How could you? You should though, it's beautiful. It's just like him. Strong and well built though you'd never expect it. It's long too. I don't know the exact length- he'll never tell me- but it's much bigger than most guys. Thick too. I can't even get all my fingers around it. His cock head is so thick too. It's almost...arrogant. That's the best word for it. It's like it has its own personality. You can feel it as it pushes into you. You actually feel it spreading your insides apart."

"So he's got it deep inside me, just grabbing my ass and pulling me onto him. I'm loving it, it's everything I'd hoped for but I was still scared. I cried out, covering my moans with yells or resistance and he grabs my hair. He's buried in me to his balls and I feel him yank my hair back. This actually does hurt but not bad enough to make me want it to stop. Then he just growls at me- that's what it was, a growl- 'Shutup Kelly, I need to get off and I love your little pussy. Just be quiet and let me use you'"

Melissa's eyes grew wide at this. 

"That's right, he actually said that! Can you believe it? It made my knees weak and I was afraid he'd see me coming right there. His hands were already underneath my shirt and he felt how hard my nipples had gotten. My breasts are really sensitive and between his groping, his fucking and the wet t shirt, I was surprised I could breath."

"Then he starts laying into me, you know how that is, when he is slamming into you so hard it hurts. You know you won't be able to walk easily the next day and your pussy will be sore but when it happens it feels sooooo good you never want it to stop. Meanwhile he's still yanking my hair with each thrust and pulling on my nipple with the other hand. My face is pressed into the park of tree and, I swear to god Melis, I've never felt anything like it. I felt so controlled, I felt conquered. It was heaven."

Her roommate beamed at her as she caught the euphoric look in her eyes. 

"Then I did the only thing I could do. I didn't want to, I was so embarrassed but I couldn't help it. I was rolling through a deep orgasm I couldn't stop and knew I'd hit the ground as soon as he peaked and let go of me. My face was sore from the tree and my mouth was filled with dirt and bark. I couldn't think straight, I didn't know what to do. Then, as soon as my orgasm hit a higher climax I just opened my mouth and started wailing. It came so naturally I couldn't fight it. Tears started pouring down my face and I bawled like a baby."

"He must have got off on that because he came just then. Groaning, almost shouting at me, he pressed my sore ass against him so his nails dug into my cheeks. His balls slapped my clit, hurting me and I felt the surge rise up his shaft. One hands digging into my ass, the other pulling hair so my eyes faced the sun, he came into me. It seemed to last forever. He just gushed and gushed inside of me. It splashed painfully inside me and when he pulled out a moment later it dripped down the inside of my thigh." 

"He let go of me then and just as I thought I dropped helpless to the forest floor. I curled up with my shorts still at my ankles and cried. I had never been so relieved in my life and didn't know how to handle the emotions. He laid next to me and I listened to his breathing slow. Later he rolled against me and held me to him. His cock, still half swollen, pressed into my ass cheeks. He held me as I calmed myself and the tears stopped."

"It was getting dark then and I knew we had to be getting back before we lost the trail. Kissing me behind the ear he whispered, 'Come on, sweet girl, we better head home.' Leaning against him, I stood and he pulled my pants up and wiped me off. Thankfully the dark kept my state hidden from him. I doubt I would be able to look him in the eye."

"It was amazing Melissa, I held his hand the whole way back." 

Ravage Me Too



Melissa repeated the story Kelly told her over and over in her head. Pulling up her nightshirt, she stroked herself as she imagined her roommate's boyfriend taking her instead. She thought of being pushed on her back and him grabbing her ankles to force her legs open. She pictured his strong arms, his hands in her hair, how his cock would feel as it smacked against her small hips. She came several times, her fervent breathy and desperate moans the only sound in the dark room. She drifted to sleep soon after and did not wake until mid morning. 

She sat at the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Her roommate stood at the counter, lazily wiping the sleep from her eyes. 

"How'd ya sleep?" 

They both broke into wide smiles. "Wonderfully," Kelly responded. "You know that phrase, 'you'll regret it in the morning'? It's never been truer than right now. Man, am I sore!" 

She joined her roommate at the table and began eating. The younger Melissa noticed her changing positions almost constantly and dreamt of Greg taking her as her roommate described earlier that morning. Since she'd begun classes her schoolwork had been more than she imagined and she'd had to put off dating as a result. The only contact she had with men were in her study groups and the short conversations she had with Greg as he waited for Kelly. She'd had an interest in him for some time now that she'd done all she could to hide from her roommate.

Melissa couldn't explain why she felt that way. He wasn't her type at all, she was more attracted to the waifish, moody art students or creative types. Greg was none of those. He was tall, built squarely like a linebacker and far too conservative looking. His hair was short and well kept, his eyes were dark blue and but his hands...oh his hands...if there was one thing she'd never imagined exciting her, it was his hands. His hands were like the rest of him, wide, rough and plain. They were strong hands used to work. Many times she imagined his hands grabbing her, groping her breasts, grabbing her ass as she pulled away. When she closed her eyes she could feel the calluses of his palms abrading her skin. 

Normally a very sexual person, her body was unaccustomed to the drought and she knew her nightly bouts of masturbation wouldn't suffice for long. Getting fucked by Greg became more and more of a reality the more she thought about it. She knew it had to happen, and she knew it wouldn't be difficult, the only problem was how it could without upsetting Kelly. 

Just then the phone rang and when Kelly got up to answer it Melissa noticed her lower her voice and walk into the living room to have her private conversation. Melissa listened as well as she could but it was difficult to make out what they talked about. 

"...No, I can't...sweetie...just yesterday...please...some other time?...it hurts...no more...not right now...no...I'm sorry..."

When she hung up the phone she returned to her bowl of Corn Flakes quietly. Melissa studied her, hoping she would speak but she said nothing. When she asked if it was Greg Kelly could only shake her head.

"He wants to see me today but I'm really not up to it. He wore me out yesterday and I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"So just tell him to screw off, you'll see him when you can."

Kelly only shook her head, unable to look her in the eyes. "It's not like that, Greg does what he wants, remember? If I don't let him he'll get really upset."

"So let him get upset," Melissa added, growing angry herself. "It will do him some good to go without once in a while."

Kelly finished her cereal silently and got up from the table, ending the conversation. 

A little afternoon Greg arrived. Melissa was wearing her a black miniskirt and stockings with only a bra on top as if she was caught getting dressed. Greg couldn't help but ogle when she swung the door open. 

"Here to see Kelly?"

After further prompting he could only nod, unwilling to take his eyes off her chest. 

She smiled at him evilly, "Well I'm sorry Greg but she's taking a nap. Kind of worn out you know?"

He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets like a child.

"Why don't you come in and wait for her. She should be awake soon."

He sat in the overstuffed easy chair in the living room, a piece of furniture Kelly and Melissa had always referred to as "the Throne". He reclined in the comfortable chair and put his feet up on the ottoman. Melissa got a glass of ice water and stood in the doorway, pressing it against her bra as she watched him. The chill of the glass perked up nipples and formed a damp patch on the black lace. She shivered slightly and rolled a nipple between her fingers as she cooled the other. 

Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and walked to the side of the chair. "Thought you might like this," she said bending over to offer Greg the drink. He looked up at her and hesitated for a moment as he got a perfect view of her small, rounded breasts. He had fantasized about Melissa many times, even imagined it was her he fucked as he bent Kelly over and slid into her pussy. The two were so different, one the older, cynical grad student with the athletic, toned body and beautiful full tits. The other was more graceful, the intellectual, ambitious undergrad with the wispy body, soft voice and cute, model breasts. 

She stood watching him, one foot behind the other, the tip of her finger in her mouth as he drank. 

"You know Greg, we've never talked." He looked up from his glass. "I mean, all you do is come over here to pick up Kelly, give her a royal fucking till she can barely stand, drop her off and go home. You never stay and chat." 

He fumbled over a response. She waited, letting him sweat it out. "It's ok, every girl needs to get laid now and then, even if she'd never admit it." She sat next to him on the armrest and casually laid a palm on his pectorals, casually caressing him. "You have an amazing chest. It's so well built. How do you get it like that?"

He was looking straight at her now, at her short skirt riding up her freshly smoothed legs...the tiny fold her skirt made when her legs crossed...he never noticed how fresh and warm she smelled..."Um...I go to the gym a lot..uh...pushups and things..."

"Really?" she cooed. "All that gets your this? I'm impressed." Her hand worked up his chest as her fingers playfully tugged on his nipple. He was quiet and motionless but she easily noticed the tenting in his shorts indicating his arousal. It caused her to smile to herself. Her fingers traced his collar and softly stroked his neck. Studying him, she admitted to herself that he really was attractive, beautifully featured face but so masculine. He had the body to match- rugged and well built. She doubted her had any trace of fat on him, so devoted he was to exercise. 

Goosebumps appeared on his skin as she lightly stroked him. While she touched she noticed him easing himself into the chair and exhaling deeply. Oh no, she thought, it won't be this easy...

"Greg?" she whispered softly in her little girl-voice. He didn't respond, only gave into her touches. "Greg..." she cooed. 

Still nothing.

Leaning towards his ear, she gently brushed his hair and placed her lips on his ear kissing him softly. "Greg, listen to me," she whispered.

He made the slightest sound of affirmation and nodded his head. With a quick flick of her tongue on his earlobe she asked him to take his shirt off. 

"You have such a beautiful chest. I've always wanted to see it...please?"

Smirking at her he sat up and made a grand show of unbuttoning and rolling his shoulders as he peeled his shirt off. Sitting up she admired him. 

"Oooh, very nice." He had the faintest curls of hair between the firm blocks of his chest. Reaching to touch him, she rolled his nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it grew hard from her touch. Without warning, she squeezed and pulled it. There was a sharp intake of breath as it snapped back into place. 

He was sitting up, proudly showing off his chest. He was eyeing her like prey, only this prey stared back. Holding the hem of her skirt, she looked down and played coy. 

"Greg?"

"Yes Melissa?"

"Do you like my skirt?"

His mouth opened but no words came out. She twirled for him, feigning self consciousness as she felt his eyes on her. "Am I pretty?"

He nodded, "Yeah...really pretty."

"Because, because," she said, biting her lower lip. "I just got this dress last weekend and I thought it looked sooo cute I just couldn't resist. I know I don't have the body for it. I'm not big and sexy like Kelly, I'm too small and thin. I may just go and return it."

Eyes widening, "NO!...I mean you shouldn't do that. You look great in it! Hot."

"Really, you think I look hot?"

He was standing now, nodding.

"I've never been described that way before. Hot." She said, slowly drawing the word out until it ended with a breath.

She eyed his crotch openly now, making sure he was aware of it. It made him nervous. He seemed to fidget in front of her, unsure of what to do with his hands. 

"But I don't have a butt for it. I hate my butt." She looked up at him, giving him a false sense of superiority. "Just look." With that she turned away from him and bent over slightly. With movements she honed in front of her bedroom mirror she slowly pulled up the length of her dress like the curtain in a theater until it rested on the crest of her rounded buttocks. A jet black thong, resting deeply in her crevice, was revealed to him. 

The dress stayed bunched around her hips as she turned. This time she started directly at his crotch, not looking away. He couldn't help but look at her and didn't notice when she walked to him. A foot away she saw his cock was throbbing, actually throbbing heavily enough that she could see it through his hiking shorts. 

Delicately she placed her hand there, breathing in time with the pulse of his cock. When she looked up to face him she noticed him staring openly at her breasts through her bra. 

"Can I see you?" She pursed her lips, doing her best to plead with him. He hesitated and she continued, "You got to see me and I haven't seen you. It's not fair."

His hands went to his belt buckle and he stepped back, giving her a show. She reclined from kneeling in front of him, her small bottom cheeks resting comfortably on her heels. 

Looking her in the eyes he undid his belt and unzipped his shorts. With a careless ease, he dropped them to his ankles and kicked them behind him. He was wore only a pair of jet black briefs. Melissa had to catch a laugh in her throat at the sight of him, muscled, his thighs whiter than they rest of him, his body protected by only a small pair of jockeys too tight for him. He was still hard and she noticed his hand make its way to his crotch and instinctually palm his cock through the material. Catching himself he quickly put it behind his back.

"All of it. I want to see you...please?" 

Smirking at her, he gripped the waistband and pulled them out. He tugged in back and forth, as if toying with her, before pulling it down slowly. She saw the thick root of his shaft before he pulled it back up again. He did it again, this time more slowly before drawing it up again.

"Please don't tease me...please. I just want to see you. I have to..." she begged.

The grin that spread across his face was laughable. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into, she thought. He did as he was told though, and quickly shuffled his underwear down his muscular legs, picking them up and casually tossing them behind him. 

His legs were strong and bound in muscle. His chest was almost bare though his legs were covered in tiny hairs. The size of his pectorals made the chest appear larger than any other part of his body. He had strong arms and hands roughened from spending so much time outside. He had a fairly visible six pack that directed her attention to his erection that jutted from his near- sculpted body almost rudely. He bounded in the air, the crown of his shaft red and bulging. Melissa wasn't surprised to find him completely shaved. Such a large ego would almost guarantee it. 

Despite her attempts to control her feelings, she felt herself break into a wide smile. Her body warmed looking at him and she felt the familiar dampness begin between her legs. Before she got carried away she stood and faced him, arms crossed over her chest. 

He smiled smugly, his hands resting on his bare hips, almost challenging. They both eyed each other, smiling to themselves when, without a word, she reached behind her back and quickly unlatched her bra. It slipped from her shoulders and fell to the ground without a sound. 

She was used to being naked, she often did when at home and was very comfortable with her body. Her breasts were smaller than most, she knew, but she took a special pride in them. They were delicately shaped like teardrops with soft pink nipples. They were very sensitive and erected too easily. Now they poked up in evidence of her arousal. 

He was more resilient than she expected. Slinking over to him, she stood by his side looking up at him. As she placed her soft palm beneath his balls, his eyes slowly closed and he leaned his head back. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered, kissing his large, round shoulder. His mouth opened and he inhaled a short breath. Already she could feel his cock tremble in her hand. It was heaven as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and gently stroked him up and down. Her hand was soft and warm. Soon he was openly panting from her ministrations. 

"You like that, don't you?"

He only nodded and grunted in the affirmative.

"Well then tell me you like it." 

It was pure bliss. The warmth began in his balls and soon his felt his entire length consumed in it. His cock spasmed and throbbed from her touch. It wouldn't be long until he came, he knew. He wanted to last longer, keep it in. He wished it could last forever. "I...I...I..."

"Tell me." Her voice became sterner now. No longer the gentle nature it was moments ago, it had returned to its common, straightforward tone. He could only exhale loudly.

Feigning irritation she released him. The furrow on his brow was enough to show his disappointment. He pouted, as if a child and turned to look down at her. She no longer held his gaze, instead examining his body. One hand on his lower chest, the other on his back, she ran her touch down his skin. She stopped as her right rested on his smooth firm ass. With her left hand turned, she grazed the length of his cock with the back of her hand. He stood motionless as she did so and remained that way until she gently gripped the sack of his balls in her hand. Slowly she kneaded his balls, pleased with their texture. Strangely free of hair, they were larger than she was used to and seemed fuller than any others she had encountered. She always felt emotional about a man's balls. They seemed to belie a man's vulnerability. So small and silly looking, it made her chuckle the way a man is so proud of his cock yet ignores, and even hides, his tender round balls. For that reason alone she felt closer to them. On lovers she spent more time with them, paying them extra attention when she found herself between a man's legs sucking him. When she spent the night with a man she would always wake as he slept, crawl beneath the covers and examine them closely without his knowledge. She'd stroke them lovingly, kiss and lick them, even talk to the quietly. She shared a special closeness with a man's balls that he will never know. 

With his balls she ran them back and forth between her fingers. He seemed to enjoy that and moaned so she increased her touch from not-so-gently to getting-too-rough. He began to suck in air, as if in pain and put his arm over her shoulder, trying to tug her off. This only made her clench. She warned him that any time he touched her she would do something he didn't like. All that happened today is what she wanted. If he didn't accept that he could walk out the door right now. Without his clothes. 

She stood unmoving, her balls tender in her fist, and awaited his response. He only sighed and nodded acceptance. He looks sad, Melissa thought, this might be tougher than I expected. She felt a quick pull of sympathy for the boy but steeled herself for what she knew must be done. 

Her fingers pressed between his tightened cheeks and, finding the tight ring of his asshole, gently massaged it. 

"There, there now. Be a good boy and just let me take over. Do as I say and you'll be happy. Otherwise you won't like the results."

His breath caught in his throat with these words. His reddened balls still in her hand, he knew he was at her mercy. His closed his eyes, resigning himself to the situation. There was nothing he could do. Slowly she relaxed her grip on him until she was merely petting him with the pads of her fingers. She moved forward and kissed, then gently bit his nipple. She could see him grit his teeth but made no sound.

"Greg?" Back to the soft, little girl voice. 

"Yuh, Yeah?"

"Do you like my panties?"

His eyes snapped open as if from a trance and he looked down at her. She turned so he got a good look at the thin band of lace running between her cheeks. She usually went without but she got these especially for today. She knows from experience guys will do anything to see what's under a thong if they get a good look at what it's holding back. Her ass, what everyone said was her best feature, was evenly divided by the thin strip of black which contrasted with the fresh color of her cheeks wonderfully. She stepped toward her.

"Uh uh," she said, standing upright. "Don't move."

"Sorry."

He wanted her so badly. She could almost feel the lust radiating off him. It thrilled her and brought a dampness to her crotch. She bent back over so he could see her pussy hidden behind the black and began to stroke herself slowly. He made a sound like a small animal and she turned immediately. 

Finger in her mouth she acted concerned. "What's wrong, baby? Are you ok?"

"Yes...please...let me just..." and he reached out for her.

Acting quickly she slapped his hands away and punctuated the action with a quick hand across his cheek. 

"NO MISTER! I've had enough out of you! Can't control yourself! Led by your dick in whatever you do! I'll show you how to really treat a dick."

Dropping swiftly to her knees she eyed the cock in front of her. She could see his pulse as the head swelled. As if it had a mind of its own, it leapt when she opened her mouth and spoke to it.

"Poor thing, you need a woman, don't you? A woman to play with you and kiss you? A woman to love and open herself for you?"

Still she had not touched it. She looked up at him and saw his eyes wide, almost maniacal, looking down at her. His hand went to the base and rhythmically started pumping. Gripping his wrist, she pulled him away.

"NO! That's MINE!" This time she gave him a fairly hard slap in the balls. He followed with an almost comical "Ooofff!"

"You just stand there and don't move, mister! I'm tired of boys that can't control their own penises! That's a job for a woman!"

He clasped his hands behind his back, fidgeting.

"There, that's better." Both her hands gripped his shaft tightly. She squeezed him that way, strongly and rhythmically, as if milking an animal. With each tug she pulled him closer to her making her point. Releasing one hand, she palmed his balls again only more gently this time. As she stroked and held him her middle finger reached between his ass to search for his tiny hole. Finding it, she pressed it firmly so it barely opened. His mouth opened in a gasp and she smiled inwardly. 

"I know," she pouted in her baby voice. "I know it hurts. Just be a good boy and keep still. I know what's best for you."




Ravage Me Too



Her small thumb rested beneath the crown of his penis. Next to it, her thumb seemed so small and tiny. He seemed to grow larger, his head was now almost as big as her fist and she could swear his cock had to be at least ten inches long. He was easily manipulated, much easier than she first estimated. Though much smaller, her tiny hands could control the thick cock that he could not. 

Leaning forward, she touched her lips to the crown of his cock. Barely a touch but he weakened from it nevertheless. His knees twitched as if he was going to fall and he moaned even more pitifully. She stuck her tongue forward and licked just beneath the head and before he could react, held his cock to his belly and licked the length of his shaft from his balls to his hole. 

He twitched visibly now. The mere sight of it dampened her. Warm juices soaked her tiny panties and began running down her thighs. Almost unable to resist it herself, she leaned forward and gently sucked just the head into her mouth. Once inside her, her tongue slathered the crown. It slid over and around the rim, circling the edge and teasing him mercilessly. She stroked his balls, gently tugging them downwards, as her other finger played with his hole. She was inside him now, up to the knuckle, and slowly moved within him. She meant it as more of an encouragement. She didn't want him to come but knew he would. She wanted him to lose control, which would happen soon. 

She made a slight humming sound around his cockhead as she slurped. She knew men are affected by the sight and sound of their cock being sucked as much as the feeling of it so she did her best to put on a show. She was sloppy, with spit drenching his shaft and dripping down her chin. She greedily sucked him as if there was no other place she'd rather be. She lost herself in the silkiness of his balls, the firm softness of his cock and the overwhelming ardor she felt coming off him in waves. Her tongue flicked across the peehole of his cock, teasing him beyond what she knew he could stand. Every man she's ever played with has been extra careful about that spot. Rife with nerve endings, it is the most sensitive part of a man's body. This would be the final straw.

He shook uncontrollably and, just as he was about to grab her with his hands, he pulled out. Stepping back, his cock looked absolutely fierce. She knew she had taken him past the point of restraint and all she could do now was deal with it. Raising her hands in front of her chest, she made like a defenseless, scared woman when she was anything but. 

He looked enraged and grabbed her shoulders. His cock was like a steel girder pointing at her. As she brusquely turned her around she made a small peep and he snapped at her.

"Just be quiet! Teasing me like that, you little slut! Did you really think I'd stand there and let you have your way without saying anything?"

He bent her over. She put her hands out just in time to stop her from toppling onto the floor. He grabbed the right cheek or her ass, his nails cutting into her soft flesh.

"Greg, please don't! Don't hurt me!" she pleaded, playing the part perfectly. "We really don't have to do this. Just let me go and I'll make you feel really good. I promise!"

Ignoring her, he grabbed the length of her thong and, with one hand parting her nether cheeks, tore it in two. She wailed at this and put up a small fight but he only grabbed her around the waist to hold her steady. In this position his cock slid between her cheeks and he felt her wetness drenching his shaft in warmth. He slipped easily into her and grunted his approval. She was awash in lust and when he entered her she felt a flush of heat that made it difficult to stand. He held her steady and righted her. She may as well have been a puppet, defenseless against his control. His length sluiced through her canal and deep into her. She found herself breathing heavily and her skin prickling from want. Even if he were to release her now she knew she could only beg to be captured again. She gave herself to him, letting go of even a pretense of struggle and instead let herself be molded and bent to his wants. 

She was bent over, hands on her knees as he held her steady with one hand on her shoulder. He made no noise but deep growls and the huffing of his breath. Between them the sloppy sounds of his balls slapping her mound was evidence of her horniness. 

Bending over her, he began biting her neck, more as the result of his heat than a show of violence. He had long ago lost control of his functions and had gone back to his instinctual, primal nature. It hurt but it only pushed her further. Teeth marks were visible on her skin as he relented. Meanwhile his hand had snaked beneath her to find her clitoris. He found it, clamping it between his index finger and thumb as a sign of ownership. She shivered at the thought and found herself wailing, shocked to hear such a sound coming from her body. She began to tear and sob, so lost in the moment was she. His hot breath filled her ear, and he licked her neck roughly. All she could hear was his breath and the grunts that emanated from him. All she could feel was his body possessing hers, torturing her, driving her further with need than she'd ever been before. All she could think was of her release; the light at the end of the tunnel that now seemed unattainable. 

He was rough with her and even rougher with her engorged clit. He tugged it strongly. His worn skin chafed it and his fingers stroked it too roughly to be any sign of love or tenderness. She could only grit her teeth in response. She had no will to fight any more and this shamed her. All that came from her were unintelligible words and moans. 

Then, without a word or a warning, he came violently. His cock bloated inside her and spewed streams of come drenching her insides. His grunts turned into a loud yell that made her rigid. She had long ago given into him and was pleased with his release that coated and soothed her delicate canal. His finger rubbed quickly below her clit, teasing her into a frenzy as his come continued to spill forth. Some dripped down his shaft and slid down her thighs. She was so close...so close to coming. She tucked her chin into her chest, ashamed of the tears that spilled down her cheeks. Her emotions were broken. She wasn't sure what she felt. It was too much to take in at once. She was being driven farther than she ever had before but at the same time such a sadness overwhelmed her. Sad for the relief she felt in being taken the way she always imagined but never admitted, sad for finally being forced to reach the apex of her fantasies. Scared that she could never do it on her own. 

They both breathed heartily now. His cock still filled her, only wilting momentarily. Several slow strokes inside her sloppy sex made him thick and wanting again. 

His hand on the back of her neck, he forced her hands onto the floor. She had no choice but to accept her place and do as he bade her. Slowly he withdrew his length from her hungry pussy, causing her to feel a pang of loneliness. Her breathing starting to lessen, he absentmindedly ran his cock through his hand as he looked down at her. Her skin had turned a fresh pink and a sheen of sweet, both his and hers, covered her lithe body. 

Placing one hand on her left cheek and one on her right, she opened her. Her sex, swollen and tender pouted at him. Dripping fluids, he knew she had all she could take for now. Her tiny asshole flexed back and forth, too tempting to ignore. Placing the head of his cock at her back entrance, she felt the kiss of wetness there and gasped at the thought. She had never taken it there before- had never allowed it to happen. She knew it would hurt and, at the thought, her tears began anew. 

Strangely, he was gentle with her. Using her wetness coating his cock to slowly open her, he penetrated her back hole. She was full, yes, and he was larger than she should take, but it was not altogether unenjoyable. He continued within her until he was imbedded inside her to the base before retreating just as carefully.

With a practiced touch, he stroked her tender clit as a lover. The thought made her sob and she bawled like a young girl. Slow and tender is how he continued, finishing what she'd started. She understood Kelly's fascination with this man and knew she could never handle someone with this much hold over her. He broke her will; twisted and bent her farther than she could ever believe. The tears flowed freely. 

Her orgasm came in a series of peaks, one flowing slowly into the next. Her body was flushed and sweating when the first one came, losing her legs beneath her. He caught her in his arms so she was like a rag doll, unable to move. His glistening finger urged her forward and she shook maniacally. One after another they came. She screamed out in frustration, joy and relief as he held her steady. Her cunt dripped heavily, dripping down her legs until a small puddle began on the floor beneath her. 

With a deep, contented sigh he found his orgasm on the tail end of hers and again loosed himself into her body. She felt the familiar warmth invade her again but only felt welcome for it. Her body accepting him happily inside her and hoped for more. 

Both bodies drenched, they collapsed to the floor. At first they remained motionless, breathing heavy. Soon she felt herself on all fours crawling to him to lay across his chest. His heart thudded deeply in her ear as she rested on him. Never had she felt more lost, more owned than she did at that very moment. 

Her head was spinning, uncertain of so many things; what was happening? How did she get to this point? Why did she feel this way? It was too much to process. Her body could only fold into itself and sob.