“Baby, I know you want to see me naked, you know I know you want to see me naked, but you’re not going to see me naked unless you make that bigger.”
I looked over my shoulder, rubbing my hands across my fleshy round buns as Billy furiously pulled his purpling cock, huffing through those pursed lips I love so much.
He couldn’t have been cuter, my suffering little stud.
“So, so long you’ve wanted this,” I continued to taunt, arching my back even more, “so, so many days suffering, wondering.”
“Shhhh, shhhhaaaa.” Billy tried pumping into his fist harder. “Shana, please, pa-pa-pa . . .”
“Shhh, baby, shhh,” I cooed, rubbing between the crack of my ass, down just under and slightly between my legs then up round my fleshy cheeks again. Smoothing the tights across my perfectly rounded backside, I had Billy then as I always had him: enraptured by my corn-fed kadunk-a-dunk. I might have reminded him that this was what he wanted after all, but I’m not sure realizing the fact would have eased his suffering . . . and I really didn’t want to ease his suffering.
I was getting really turned on and most of that was due to the fact that Billy was suffering.
“Just keep stroking, keep going. If it gets big enough I will reward you, I promise.”
“Sha-sha-sha . . .” Billy cried, pulled, bouncing on the cold metal chair where I had placed him.
It had been a terrifically teasing three months of terrible trepidation for my sweet boyfriend. Having just transferred to the North New Jersey college for the fall/winter semester, the minute I lit my baby blues on my dare-I-say pretty guy that day in the café, saw his jaw drop as I passed him and his leg start to shake, I knew Billy was the type of guy who liked bubble-butted voluptuous blonde-haired country girls and that I could probably do what I wanted with him. It’s not so much that I like bending guys to my will (OK, it is a little bit that) but more that when I see a guy react to my curves – “hips and tits” as my mother titles my lethal combination – and the guy is as cute as Billy is then it’s “game on” as far as I’m concerned. The thing with me though is I have always been more interested in masturbating over the thought of how much I drive a guy to distraction by denying him or making him beg than I ever can be in actually fucking him. In fact, I knew when I eventually gave in to Billy (as was my plan as he sat behind me trying to get bigger) I’d tire of him, as I always did with my men . . . which had led to quite the rumor about me back home and that was another reason I had come up here with my parents’ blessing (’specially my mom who had blazed just this kind of path during her college years).
“Please, Shana, please, let me finally see . . .” Billy wailed.
Did I pity Billy or truly care for him? Even then, as he sat under me and made his considerably big cock even bigger and I massaged my butt cheeks, I didn’t really know. It wouldn’t much matter after we fucked this night, I knew, but still Billy had been the first guy from up north I had teased with my particular charms and I felt slightly bad having to put him through the training. But this was the way it was with me and I knew I wasn’t going to change my MO anytime soon.
“Shhh, just keep stroking, Billy, keep stroking,” I said, as I fingered the side of my tights and pulled the springy material away from my hips so my man could spy my fleshy white skin popping forth. “Make it bigger, bigger.”
Unbeknownst to the guy, no matter how large his already rather impressive cock got I was planning on pulling down my pants and baring my ass this night, actually getting all the way naked and letting Billy finally have me. For the most part I had to assume Billy knew this, but that slight niggling doubt I realized still remained. What I saw in his little brown eyes made me wetter still.
I hooked my thumbs between my hips and my tights and began to peel them down, to just under the dent where my lower back and the top of my ass meet.
Through the long cold winter of my Billy’s discontent he had had to endure dates with me where I had constantly brushed off or past his meanings – as well as advances – while still flashing him a coy smile and a roll of my hips. It takes a lot of skill to keep a man tethered, certainly one as popular and good-looking as Billy but Southern wiles go a long way, especially with Yankee boys. Between placing my manicured-nailed fingers to Billy’s lips and cooing, “Soon, soon, soon,” or clutching up real close so my squeezed ample cleavage magnetized his stare, I had kept this twenty-year-old right where I wanted him. So this last week when I had snuggled up close to my man in the café, placed a hand in his lap and whispered, “Your torment ends this weekend, if you are man enough,” what choice did Billy have but to follow?
Both thrilled by how I could get a man to snap to my bidding and losing respect for the guy when he does so, if push came to shove I’d have to give credit to Billy as he had endured quite a bit of me literally shaking it in his face but never letting him even so much as touch me. Maybe the fact that my boyfriend was more or less the rock star of his group of friends and that I caught more than one girl staring at any one time had made me really elongate the entire usual training process I put my men through.
Whatever my reasons, the result was always the same, and the result made me wet as hell.
“Mmmm, mmmm, little bit more, you can get it bigger,” I said not knowing truly if Billy could, this being the very first time I had seen his dick.
I gave Billy another millimeter of my pants coming down, finally flashing crack.
The alabaster flesh of each of my cheeks was really beginning to be pushed up and over my tights as I revealed just a smidgen of my high fleshy orbs. As always, I grew deeply squishy between my thighs revealing myself slowly like this. I guess deep down I was truly an exhibitionist, more than I really was a “wanton young hussy” as Mema had warned my mother I might grow up to be if I followed in the family tradition of the females on my mom’s side of the tree. Mema was my mom’s ex-husband’s mother, not a big fan of my sexy mom or the ways she was raising my brother and I, which of course led to the divorce.
“Looks like it’s getting bigger,” I said as Billy bounced.
It really did. I so wanted to feel that nice hard cock up my pussy right then. Though I knew I could never reveal that fact to Billy.
“Shana, please, please.”
“A little more I want pre-co— ah yes, there we go, there we go,” I said spying the sticky dew staining the very tip of Billy’s suffering pink head, “I think the time has come.”
I smiled wide, faced forward and popped my ass back to Billy one last time. Spreading my thumbs in and round the back of my waistband as far as I could, I grabbed my tights and ripped them down over the round shelf of my full wide rump. I didn’t see him do so, but I sensed my boyfriend actually stop stroking for a second as I mooned him a complete view of my naked ass – I hadn’t worn a thong or panties. I wiggled, angled and shucked my hips so Billy got the final long full reveal as I high-stepped out of my tights.
“Get a good look, it’s what you’ve wanted the whole semester,” I announced, bending so Billy could also see my glistening little chestnut pussy lips from behind.
Criss-crossing my arms I lifted off my shirt, still without turning, then reached back to unsnap my bra and let it and my heavy tits fall. There was a tight ticking silence there in my dorm room as I then reached back and spread my crack as wide as I could, presenting all of my silky self to what I hoped was my boyfriend’s aching stare. I was hoping Billy would simply get up off the chair, slap a condom on and fuck me right in this position or at the very least kneel, throw his head back and . . .
I felt Billy’s cool tongue swipe from under me, about midway between my pussy lips up through my wet crack and spread cheeks. Figuring my man was either at the very edge of the chair or was now kneeling behind me, I cupped each C-cup heavy in hand and turned to let him continue eating me . . . we’d get to the fucking soon enough, I knew.
Billy was standing, slipping his pants up over his thick and bouncing red hard-on.
“What da fu—?”
“Baby, baby baby,” he cooed, standing fully as I turned to him, “that was magnificent, the best tease I’ve ever had . . . and one of the best asses I’ve ever seen, licked. I knew it would look as good naked as I dreamed.”
I rocked back on my heels, facing my man then as bare as I could ever be . . . something I hadn’t planned to do for a few minutes at least. Billy hadn’t even bothered to dip his chin to spy my heavy breasts or even tried to give my cuter-than-cute little puss a passing glance.
And I had shaved it so nice and perky.
“Really all these months, it was so worth it,” he said, kissed me and reached his hand round my right hip to give my ample right ass cheek a hard squeeze.
Billy then spun from me and left my dorm room. In my puddle of pussy juice and confusion, I actually padded out after him into the main room of the suite I shared with Brandy and Nikki. Luckily neither of my roommates was home that night; I really wouldn’t have minded them seeing my bare ass or pussy, but me waddling after Billy was embarrassing to say the least.
“You’re not fucking leaving now!” I said catching my guy between the door jamb. Holding on to Billy’s thick right bicep, I pulled him back to look at me.
“Yeah, why not?” he said, not even a hint of hesitation or misunderstanding in his big eyes.
I managed to get him back in my room, slammed the door shut and threw him against the wall between the end of my bed and computer desk.
“You better so be kidding,” I said wiggling up into the guy.
“Shana, Shana,” he said as I got up on tiptoes and tried to put my tongue in his mouth.
“How ’bout this,” I said, spinning out if his grasp and shoving my ass high in Billy’s face. I bent low – grabbing my ankles actually – and spread my legs.
“Like I said, it’s magnificent,” Bill said and gave my right cheek another pinch, “well worth your months of teasing, but . . .”
“But,” I growled turning to my man, “what but? There should be only one butt, and here it is,” I said and smacked my ass hard.
“Ah, can’t handle a little tease yourself?” my man said and sat back down on the bed with the widest smile.
Shit.
First Billy made like he was up and leaving, fucking with my head and making my pussy heat but good, now he was lying there letting me know in no uncertain terms that he was simply playing with me? And what was worse – or better depending on how much I’d admit to myself that this turned me on – was I didn’t know if Billy might at any second still leave! For the very first time in my life, a man had the upper hand with me. I was suddenly on edge and uncertain, not a feeling I liked all that much.
What I did know for certain though was that I wasn’t going tell Billy he had gotten to me – he certainly knew anyway, but I wasn’t going to damn well show him.
I stepped up to my bed and, balancing up on it, I placed one foot to either side of my man’s spread legs. Bill stayed right where he was, leaning back on his hands, looking right up at my pussy and slowly ever so slowly leaning his mouth forward.
“No,” I said. I balanced myself enough to turn around and back my ass up into my boyfriend’s face.
“Lick it now, from behind,” I said, the order sounding hollow.
I had lost complete control of the evening but to his credit Billy leaned in hard, nuzzled his way up under me and began to lap my pussy from behind.
He was voracious then, not like that too-short tonguing he had given me just before he got dressed, but deep in and up me, his nose buried, for all intents and purposes his head thrust back looking up into my flooding cunt lips as I all but sat my ass right on his forehead. All this time I had figured fucking the man would be what we did best but I was coming to see that Billy was quite the pussy-licker, though certainly after putting me through some paces to get him to do so.
“God, that is so good,” I said, grinding my ass down hard on his head; I hoped he really did think it was wonderful since I was giving my man the very best of it right then.
Just as I felt the rise in my belly, a deep little quivering that always indicated a good orgasm is roiling on up through me, Billy pulled back off my gloopy lips.
“Time we fucked,” he said, stood off the bed, grabbed my hips and pushed me over on all fours.
“Billy, Billy,” I wailed as he spread my legs as wide as they would go, pushed me even further down to the bed, smashing my big tits under me and lifting me by the hips so he could get an open clear shot of my glistening pussy lips.
“Really a thing of beauty,” he said. He smacked my right cheek and somehow got his cock out so quickly I didn’t know he had until I felt the tip of it sneak in between my silk lips.
I actually came then but Billy retreated. He smacked my ass again and then I heard him fumbling and looked back just as my shallow orgasm passed to see him sliding a condom on that beautiful thick cock that had never really gone down.
Without a word I got another two smacks, one on each cheek, to lay me even further into my rough bedspread. Billy lifted his cock, shifted his knees and then was inside me up to the hilt in one big push.
“B-B-Billy,” I gulped as my boyfriend took my spread pussy and quivering ass for all he was worth.
“Gonna tease me with this thing anymore?” he said as he pistoned into me and smacked my ass twice.
“Na . . . na . . . Billeeeee!” I wailed as I both backed up into him spearing me and tried to get away . . . a little.
“Wrong answer, Shana,” he growled, pushing all the way up me and lying down on my ass. “I want the tease, I need the tease, I . . . love . . . the . . . tease,” he completed, bouncing back and up into me four times as hard as before.
I lay there and took his cock, opening my pussy, ass and mind to this man who was obviously craftier and more sexually in control than I was. Had I met my match here with Billy? Would I break my rule and want to fuck the man more now because we had fucked?
As my pussy really started to burn and I felt another orgasm coming, one that would shake me to my core, I wondered how the hell I could go back to teasing this man after he owned me so completely, but knowing if I didn’t Billy might not even get behind me like he was and fuck me again . . .