She Wants It Rough

by Meegan Melons

  His face insists on not giving anything away, but he remains still when I dip my fingers into his pants. I shove them in until my fingertips graze the head of his cock. Mr. Peterson is growing a raging hard on for me.

  I sense him trying to pull away, so I reach around to grab hold of his ass and bring him in closer.

  “If you stick around… I can show exactly how much I know about giving head.” With light strokes, I tease his cock with the very tips of my fingers. “You must be dying to know if I’m a naughty little slut, aren’t you?”

  With a mischievous grin, I force my hand in deeper until my fingers are wrapped around the shaft. “Ungghhh… Mr. Peterson wants a sloppy wet blowjob, doesn’t he?”

  I pull my arm out of his pants and grab hold of his belt buckle while getting down on my knees. To my surprise, he doesn’t put up much resistance when I unzip his pants.

  “Tammy—I—” he tries to say, but is interrupted by a hard tug at the waist of his jeans. I pull them down until they’re around his ankles and gasp at the massive tent in his white briefs.

  “My goodness…” I press a finger on the largest part of it and giggle. “I never knew you were so big Mr. Peterson! I might have trouble fitting it all down my naughty little throat…” He looks just like a deer in the headlights.

  He has no idea how to react. He is simply dumbfounded by my advances. It’s only natural that I should take advantage of this opportunity and give him the sloppiest blowjob of his life.

  I just want to show my gratitude for everything he has done for me.

  “Let’s have a little peek, shall we?” I can hardly contain my giddiness. I am finally getting the chance to suck Mr. Peterson’s cock. I cup his balls in one hand while tugging down on the elastic band of his briefs.

  The swollen head emerges first as I am fondling his ball sac around in my palm. Staring up at him, I lean in close enough for him to feel my hot breath on his cock.

  “Tammy… don’t—” But with a playful wink, I press the flat of my tongue against the neck of his shaft. He tries to suppress his moaning. “Uh—uhnng!” His shoulders drop and his head tilts back.

  A wet trail of dripping saliva is left at the spot where I slide my tongue along his dick.

  The head of it twitches at the tip of my tongue. Mr. Peterson must really be enjoying this.

  I tug his briefs down to the ankles and gasp at the magnificent size of his cock. With one hand wrapping loose fingers around the base, I guide it so the head is pointed at my parted lips.

  Then I sit up straight and position myself just right, leaning in for what I was going to do next.

  My lips form a tight seal around the head and he moans again. My tongue swirls around in my mouth, licking and teasing the neck while I tickle his scrotum. As my lips slide along the shaft, I shove

  Mr. Peterson’s cock deeper into the slippery wetness of my throat. He moans louder, feeling the warmth of my mouth travel along the length of his dick.

  It is really a lot to get down. I have to fight a reflexive gag when his cock hits the very back of my throat.

  Still, I am determined to go much deeper. I lift his ball sac with my cupped palm and force my head down lower like I am trying to swallow him whole, balls and all. I gargle and slurp on

  Mr. Peterson’s cock, pushing hard to shove it down my esophagus. Thick saliva mixed with mucous spurts from my lips, trickling down the shaft.

  “God damn Tammy… where did you learn to—” He starts to say, but interrupts himself with more loud moans. Then his hands move to the back of my skull. He applies a bit of pressure to help me get it all down.

  I gag hard and cough more spit onto his wet dick. With his help, I can almost swallow the whole thing. I reach around with both hands to grab Mr. Peterson’s ass from behind, then pull him in toward me to get the last bit of length down my throat.

  Tears begin to well in my eyes. Thick globs of dark mascara are rolling down my cheeks, soaking into the end of a strand of hair and turning it black.

  With one last shove from behind, my nose connects with Mr. Peterson’s rock hard abs. I can’t believe I got his whole cock down!

  I try to hold his cock there for as long as I can, but I’m getting desperate to breathe. My tongue laps at the base of his shaft, wetting the hairs of his balls.

  I let my lips slide back on it just a bit, then shove his pelvis toward me by the ass again to stimulate every inch of his dick with the soft wetness of my throat.

  I pucker my lips and suck my cheeks in, slurping and choking the whole thing down.

  Trying hard to ignore the pain in my lungs from lack of air, I start humming to vibrate Mr. Peterson’s cock. I catch his eyes and read the immense pleasure in them.

  I increase the volume of my humming and watch his eyes roll back before he lets out a deep, long moan. I can’t help gagging some more at the sensation of his vibrating penis tickling the deepest recesses of my throat.

  Another thick bunch of mucous spews out and rolls down his cock before I decide I can’t hold him in any longer.

  With a gentle push against his thighs, my mouth slips along the shaft, leaving behind thick strings of saliva still connected to my lips which separate and drizzle onto the carpet floor.

  His cock slowly emerges from my lips until I’m finally all the way off his dick, gasping for air.

  “Told you I know how to suck cock.” I say between breaths. I smile and wipe some of the wetness around my lips with the back of my hand and look up at him. “I’ll let you cum all the way back in my throat if you want, Mr. Peterson.

  Just make sure you hold my head in place while I’m gagging.” I take a deep breath to prepare for the next deep throat plunge.

  His hands move with a bit of hesitation to the sides of my head, just under the ears. He must still be fighting with his conscience about this whole thing.

  He is unsure what to think about his naughty little neighbor slobbering all over his hard cock, and if he should feel guilty about just how much he is enjoying it.

  But I’ll make sure he forgets all about those thoughts when I suck him dry of every ounce of cum.

  But to my surprise, instead of pulling me in closer to go down on him again, He lifts me up by the head until I’m standing.

  “We—we just can’t do this. I can’t,” he says.

  “But Mr. Peterson… It feels so good, doesn’t it? I can tell how much you like it.” I reach for his cock to stroke it, but he pulls away.

  “I could never forgive myself if we—if I let you do this.”

  I just want to make him happy. I want him to feel all the pleasure I could give him if he would just relax and go with the flow. Hearing him talk like this after I had already deep throated his entire cock was making me all teary-eyed.

  It wasn’t easy. And besides all that, I’m a girl who always finishes what she starts.

  “Don’t be like this… please?” He turns away from me. “I’ll… I’ll let you cum in my pussy.” That got his attention. He is fixated on me with a blank stare for a long while, before his expression turns to one of disappointment.

  “I have to leave now,” he says, crouching to pull up his pants. Mr. Peterson isn’t listening anymore. I can’t believe he is just going to leave like this. What will become of our relationship after we both know he had his cock lodged down my esophagus. “And don’t worry,” he finishes buckling his belt, “I won’t tell Mom about any of this.”

  I bury my face in my hands and sob. Why did it have to happen like this?

  “Let’s just… try to forget any of it ever happened. Okay?” Sniffling and crying into my hands, I nod my head in resignation. It’s all over. Mr. Peterson must be utterly disgusted with me.

  And all because I just wanted to make him happy. He rests a hand on my shoulder in some small effort to comfort me. I turn from him and collapse onto the crisp sheets of my new dorm bed shoved against the wall, weeping into a pillow.

  Then the door slams shut and I know that
he has left me.

  ******

  Lying face down, restless in the empty stillness of an unfamiliar room, I remember how Mr. Peterson had left my box of secret toys.

  Masturbation is always an easy way to release tension. I sit up and let my shoulders drop with a heavy sigh.

  Even if he isn’t going to fuck me the way I want him to, I still know how to please myself. The thought of pounding my wet pussy with a giant dildo the size of Mr. Peterson’s cock has me cheering up already.

  I stick my thumbs down either side of my tight yoga shorts and slip them off to reveal my trimmed pussy underneath. I had purposely gone without panties today, knowing it was last chance to seduce Mr. Peterson before I would see him again for at least six months.

  But after what just happened, he probably won’t even ask me to come visit back home during winter break.

  Trying to ignore the thoughts of embarrassment and rejection racing through my mind, I lean back against the wall alongside my small bed. My eyes drift closed as fingers trace lightly from my belly button down to my crotch.

  Then I spread my legs wide in the air. I rub small circles on my clit, which is still wet form the thrill of sucking Mr. Peterson’s cock, with the tip of a middle finger. Electric shivers fire up my spine; my body shudders atop the sheets.

  I insert two fingers just inside my tight hole and imagine Mr. Peterson mounting me, drilling me like the dirty little whore he knows I am.

  My hips buck upward and gyrate in the air as the fingers curl inside me and brush my G-spot. My tank top is still hanging low; my exposed breasts heave with every deep inhale.

  The sheen of sweat covering my torso glistens in the ray of sunlight coming through the cheap blinds behind me.

  Then my whole body goes tense; my eyes shoot wide open at a sound coming from across the room. Someone just burst into my fucking dorm room unannounced.

  “T—Tammy?” I lift my head to look up at Mr. Peterson staring back at me with two fingers knuckle deep in my pussy. My legs are spread eagle; my shaved asshole is in full view. Totally shocked and taken by surprise, I yelp and drop my feet to the floor. Then I sit up in bed and cock my head, looking perplexed.

  “Mr. Peterson? I thought you left already…”

  “I’m so sorry Tammy, I—there was one more box outside we forgot about.” The box he is carrying clangs with the sound of silverware as he steps into the room and nudges the door closed behind him.

  “Oh…” I say, bending over to find my shorts.

  “And, there’s one more thing…” he says, setting the box down on the floor. “I wanted to apologize for earlier.”

  “It’s really my fault—I…”

  “The truth is…” I sit up straight again, leaving my shorts on the floor a moment to listen. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge that I’m completely naked in front of him, or that he just walked in on me masturbating.

  He is having trouble finding the words to tell me what he is so sorry for.

  I get up off the bed and walk over to him. I reach my arms out for an embrace and wrap arms around his broad shoulders. As I hold him there, my bare tits press against the hardness of his pecs. Still, his arms remain at his sides and he’s looking down at the floor. What is he trying to tell me?

  He lifts his head to look me in the eyes and says,

  “You were right.” My face lights up at his words. There is a sudden rush of elation brimming between my legs. “I want to know what it feels like to be inside you…”

  Mr. Peterson takes an assertive hold of my breast and gets his mouth around the nipple. He flicks his tongue all around it, sending euphoric tingles shooting through the length of my spine. I reach a hand around to the back of his head, combing through his hair while pressing him in closer to my chest.

  “Oh, god! Mr. Peterson—I thought you were so angry with me…” His vigorous lapping on my nipple increases intensity. He cups the bottom of my breast to shove as much of it into his mouth as can fit. A firm hand grips beneath my ribcage, pushing me toward the bed.

  He keeps his mouth locked around my tit as he guides me backwards. He is giving in fully to his desire for me now. The desire I always sensed was there since I was old enough to legally fuck.

  Then he shoves me and I squeal with playful giddiness, landing hard against the springy mattress. I open my legs wide for him and he kneels on the floor to get his tongue at my soggy wet pussy. He holds my legs back and buries his face in my crotch, lapping and sucking with relish.

  “Sweet enough for you, Mr. Peterson?” I say, giggling. I grip a large tuft of hair at the back of his head and shove his face in closer.

  His tongue dances around my clit in a quick figure eight pattern. It darts between my wet folds and dives deep into my hole. “Ungh!” I guess I’ll take that as a resounding yes! My legs shudder and my vision blurs. Mr. Peterson is going to make me squirt if he keeps going like this.

  I hold him down there, rocking my hips in sync with every passionate slurp and suck. In his eagerness to fuck me senseless, He works at the buckle of his pants without pause. Then my body jolts when his tongue circles the rim of my puckered asshole.

  “Yes!” I raise my arms above my head, reveling in every sensation. It’s all so overwhelming. But I don’t want to cum before… “Mr. Peterson, I…”

  “Uh-huh?” He grunts between slurps.

  “I want you inside me.” He freezes in place. His eyes dart up at me from between my legs. Then he rises slowly, lifting off his shirt and revealing his toned body. He removes his glasses and tosses them to the floor.

  He places his hands at my knees and pushes them down toward my ribcage. As he bends over to get himself between them, I feel the hardness of his shaft slipping on the wetness of my inner labia.

  I can’t believe he is going to fuck me without a condom. I moan and catch his eyes to smile at him while reaching from underneath to tickle his scrotum. Mr. Peterson moans, dribbling precum between my folds.

  With index and thumb wrapping lightly at the base, I guide his head to my wet entrance. My tightness wraps around the very tip of his head and I can’t help but wince. Mr. Peterson’s cock is just so big.

  I curl my fingers around his balls and urge his cock inward with a gentle tug. He squints, feeling the smooth walls squeeze his head tight as it slips in.

  “Fuck!” He yells as the shaft slides deeper inside me. His torso presses onto my shins and holds my knees down. I squeeze my walls tight as I can, feeling every inch of his cock enter me.

  My legs jump and twitch when his cock taps my cervix. A sudden pain shoots through my insides. It hurts a little at first, but quickly subsides in the euphoric sensation of Mr. Peterson filling me whole.

  His balls slap against my dripping wet asshole and I know his full length is inside me.

  My wet juices coat his shaft as he pulls out to the neck just below the head, then plunges himself back in. Lost in the total bliss of my tightness around his entire cock, He begins thrusting wildly in and out.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and we moan in unison as Mr. Peterson pounds the very depths of my pussy.

  I clench my muscles as tight as they will go. Beads of sweat roll over Mr. Peterson’s pecs and fall on my bouncing tits. I press them together with both hands and give him a naughty little wink while licking around one of my hard nipples. He grunts and huffs with every impaling thrust into my tightness.

  The head of his cock twitches against my cervix and I know he is getting ready to cum.

  My arms reach around to grab his ass and help him drill me with encouraging pushes from behind. I work his hard cock in the air with my swiveling pelvis, gyrating and humping against his every thrust. A blissful tingling is rising within my core, surging through and exciting every nerve.

  “Fuck, Tammy—you’re too fucking tight—I think I’m going to—” I sense him trying to pull out. I squeeze the legs around his waist tighter and pull him in closer by the ass to hold him there.

  “No
—stay inside me!” He struggles again to pull his cock out, but I want desperately for him cum in me and impregnate me. Then maybe I can give up this stupid college gig and live with Mr. Peterson forever. Mom can go to hell with her overbearing demands of me.

  “But… what if—”

  “Please Mr. Peterson! Just think of how good it will fee to cum inside me…” His cock twitches again. I can tell he is using every ounce of willpower to stop himself from ejaculating. I buck my hips wildly against his cock, holding him inside with the back of my calves against his clenched ass.

  Then I feel the tension in his muscles relax. My walls clench tight around his shaft and coax his dick to cum. I can’t believe it—he’s going to do it!