The Rough Stuff

by Briella Bigbum

  All this spanking is turning me on.

  “Please, Mr. Johnson… spank me harder!” I can’t restrain my devilish grin as I say it. I lick around the corner of my upper lip and moan softly, begging for more punishment.

  There is a rustling from behind as he works to get his belt buckle loose, followed by a chafing sound of leather against the denim hoops of his jeans as he whips it free.

  I lie there, still and waiting. My toes curl, my whole body tenses with anticipation. He brushes the rough leather across my butt and follows the length of my leg with it. My hands clench into fists, my eyes are shut tight.

  SMACK! I cry out, moaning loud and long. The force of his blow on my ass causes my body to writhe.

  SMACK! My legs shift in the sheets as the shooting pain travels up my spine. My breasts tingle and my nipples go hard.

  SMACK! I scream in ecstasy. The sensations of Mr. Johnson pummeling me from behind has got me dripping wet.

  He is breathing hard again. There is a heavy thud as the buckle drops to the floor. But I continue to lie still. He is rustling at his pants, and then there is the unmistakable sound of them unzipping.

  It is finally happening. Mr. Johnson is going to fuck me the way I always wanted. I want him to take me and fuck me like animal. I want him to ravage my tight pussy and make me his little whore.

  I take hold onto the edge of the mattress this time for what is surely coming next.

  His hard cock presses against my sacrum. The head of makes half circles across the top of my crack, lubricating itself with the beads of sweat that have welled up there. It slips between my ass cheeks with ease.

  He inserts the entire shaft along my crack and slides himself around my labia. My wet juices coat the head and length of his shaft as he slips up and down.

  “Mr. Johnson… stick your cock in me… please?” I bite down on my bottom lip as his thick cock brushes my clit. My ass shudders and jiggles at the feeling of it. He glides between my wet folds with the head, stopping at my entrance.

  The tightness of it wraps the very tip as precum from Mr. Johnson’s cock dribbles and tickles as it flows down my crotch. He moans and pulls away slightly.

  Is he really going to fuck me without a condom? I spread my legs further apart, inviting him to enter me.

  I squeeze the mattress with all my strength as the massive girth of him parts my wet hole. He’s so big, even just the head of his cock hurts a little. As he pushes himself in deeper, I have to push my face into the bed to stop from screaming.

  Deeper and deeper, he pushes himself into my tightness. When he finally bottoms out at my cervix, I can’t help but scream.

  Then he grabs hold of both ass cheeks to force every last inch of his cock as far in as it will go. Mr. Johnson’s eyes roll back when he’s completely balls deep inside.

  His balls tap against my clit and my legs squeeze themselves together out of reflex, wrapping themselves around his bare ass and pulling him in even closer.

  “Is my pussy tight enough for you, Mr. Johnson?” But he can only muster a grunt. His pulse beats against my walls as they squeeze the whole length of his giant cock.

  Then he begins a slow rock while still holding on to my ass, leaning back a bit then thrusting himself all the way back in. There is a wet squishing sound every time he impales me on his cock, and my whole body jolts.

  He is grunting like a wild beast. I can tell Mr. Johnson is really enjoying himself. At the rate he is going, I just know he won’t be able to hold on.

  He is going to get me pregnant for sure. But it all feels so damn good.

  With every thrust, we grunt and moan in unison. The vigorous beating against my cervix is enough to lift me off the bed at my hips. But behind all the pain there is an electric warmth building deep in my core.

  His grip on my ass tightens. His thin nails dig in deep enough to the skin to almost draw blood. The pace of his thrusting is growing more rapid.

  “Cum in me, Mr. Johnson… I want you to!” His hard thighs beat against me, slapping rhythmically against my skin. The pain of it all has nearly subsided completely. Now there is only pleasure. I want to give in to it fully, but I want him to cum first.

  I squeeze the walls of my pussy as tight as I can and hold it there. Mr. Johnson’s grunting gets even louder. I’m so tight that I can tell he’s struggling to stop himself from ejaculating inside me. So I buck my ass against his cock to keep it in deep.

  My back arches and my shoulders shiver as his balls collide with my clit again.

  “Kate… I’m…”

  “Please, Mr. Johnson! I want to take your hot load inside me!” I shove my ass up against him one last time. It’s too much for him.

  His legs begin to quake. He grabs hold of my lower back for balance. I moan long and deep when I feel his warm spunk filling me.

  The rising electricity in my core becomes an explosion of ecstasy. My whole body writhes and twitches all over as the warm tingling spreads to every extremity. My hips buck against him and my ass pounds on his abdomen, coaxing every last bit of cum out of his cock.

  Then my body goes numb and limp. His hands slip on the sweat of my skin, upward alongside my ribcage until I feel his weight collapse on top of me.

  His legs are still shaking. I finally release my death grip on the mattress, trying desperately to catch my breath. Mr. Johnson sure knows how to fuck.

  I had taken his punishment like a true slut. And as we lie there together, all I can think about is what naughty things I’ll have to do to get him to punish me some more.

  A bit of his cum trickles out from my pussy and off of his ball sac. I can’t hold back a mischievous grin when the idea hits me. I wonder how Mom will react when she finds out Mr. Johnson put a baby in my belly.

  A Game of Fertility

  "Your move, Jen. I think you've got me this time..." Mr. Martin sighs and slouches in his chair, looking defeated.

  My neighbor and I have always been super competitive with each other. No matter the game or activity, we're always in it to win it. If we're swimming laps in the pool, we are racing. If we're playing a game of tennis, it's a death match.

  Even if we're just playing a stupid game of monopoly, we are merciless and cutthroat. His wife won’t even play with us anymore. Both of us will do whatever it takes to win, no matter what.

  But surprisingly, our competitive nature has really helped strengthen our relationship. When my mom and I first moved in next door about twelve years ago, I absolutely hated him. I resented my mother for being friendly toward another man so soon after Dad died. I was still so young at the time.

  Turns out she was just looking for some company. He is married, after all.

  So my initial hatred for my new neighbor manifested as brutal competition even for the most mundane activities. But he just played along, thinking it was cute.

  I think he understood my conflicting emotions from the beginning. So instead of getting offended, he just played back at me. For him it was all in good fun, but to me it was war.

  He is a good man though, and I didn't want to admit it at first. Over time we began to bond in an unusual way through fierce competition. Somehow he always managed to make a fun game of it in the end. And eventually I began to trust him—and fall in love.

  "That's sixty eight points, Mr. Martin! I don't think you can win now," I say, placing my six tiles down on the board to make "VAGINA". I look up and catch him blushing a little, and can't help but giggle. We always had a lot of fun playing sex Scrabble together. It's basically the same game, except that every word has to be somehow related to sex. I got an extra ten points for using a real anatomy word.

  But tonight I am going to challenge him to our ultimate competition. Tonight we will discover who the true victor is. Tonight I am going to challenge Mr. Martin to fuck me.

  The game is simple. If I can seduce Mr. Martin and get him to have sex with me, I win. If he is somehow able to resist my advances, however unlikely, then he wins.


  But there's a bonus round.

  Mr. Martin’s real challenge is going to be in withstanding the tightness of my virgin pussy without putting a baby in me. I want him to shoot his load while he's still inside me.

  He will have to overcome all instinct to stop himself from ejaculating while I make all effort to coax every last drop of cum from his throbbing cock. My final victory will be in getting Mr. Martin to impregnate me.

  And really, the game isn't even fair. I've known for some time now that he is curious what it's like to get inside me. The way he looks at me now and congratulates me whenever I win one of our little impromptu games, which always seems to be the case lately since I turned eighteen last month.

  I know he has been letting me win.

  Over the years he has seen my body mature from an innocent little girl to a mature woman. All the while his wife’s own attractiveness has been declining. Perhaps he has been treating her a little too well, because she has gotten totally lazy and fat.

  On top of that, she hasn't aged well. Her tits are beginning to sag while mine are perky and supple. Her skin is becoming old and wrinkled while mine is young and taught. My ass is firm and tight while hers just keeps getting bigger. I can't blame him for wanting a piece of this. After all, we spend more time together now and have grown closer than I think he and his wife ever have.

  So tonight I am going to offer my body to him. I want Mr. Martin to unload his sperm in me so we can start on a new life together without his pesky wife.

  I want to give him the child of his own that he never had. He's a good father figure and deserves to finally be one. All he has to do is let me win.

  Mr. Martin is looking over his tiles, trying to come up with a move. He looks puzzled, but I know he's just pretending. Before the last month, I had never beaten him at Scrabble.

  But I beat him the last three times we played, and I know he is going easy on me. Whenever I try to call him on it he just plays dumb. It's really getting quite frustrating. Now there is no satisfaction in winning because he isn't even trying!

  "There we go--"MOUTH". That should be fifteen points," he says, casually placing his tiles.

  "MOUTH? That's the best you can come up with? C'mon Mr. Martin, you aren't even trying!"

  "What's wrong with MOUTH? I think it's a good play."

  "It sucks." There is a brief pause and we both laugh. "Well, you lost horribly. Again."

  "C'mon Jen, it's just a game y'know."

  Just a game? What the hell has happened to Mr. Martin? He knows full well this is more than just a game. It doesn't matter though, because the real game tonight is just beginning.

  He reaches for the black silk bag and starts to clear tiles off the board. He pauses to cover his mouth to yawn.

  "Well, it's getting late. I guess that's all for tonight then," he says. That's what you think.

  "But Mr. Martin! It's still so early! Can we play just one more game? Please?" I put on my best puppy dog face and fake a sob. He can never resist these pleading eyes.

  "Oh, alright..." he says with a sigh. He reaches a hand into the bag to pull the tiles back out.

  "No--not that game." He stops and looks confused.

  "Not Scrabble? Well, what did you have in mind? It's getting kind of late to start something new, isn't it?"

  "I want to play something we've never played before..." His eyes shift left to right. I can tell he is getting slightly annoyed at my vagueness.

  "But Jen, it's too--"

  "Speaking of mouths that suck, did you know that I give amazing head?" He looks stunned. He breaks eye contact and squirms awkwardly in his seat. I giggle at him and cross my legs underneath the table. Just hearing the words come out of my mouth is getting me wet.

  "Umm, thanks for sharing Jen. It really is past my bedtime, so..."

  "I want to play a new game with you, Mr. Martin. Don't worry, the rules are pretty simple." He raises an impatient eyebrow toward me. Even when he's annoyed he still looks so damn cute. "I'm going to give you a blowjob. If you can hold out and keep yourself from cumming in my mouth, then I'll let you fuck me." He immediately jumps up from his chair and stares back at me in utter disbelief.

  "Okay, I think I've heard enough," he says. "I'm going up to bed now, and tomorrow I'll try to pretend you never said any of this."

  "I'm tired of you pretending all the time, Mr. Martin! You let me win all the time, and you pretend like you're really trying. Now you're pretending that you don't want to fuck me! I know you've wanted to get in my pants since the day I turned eighteen! Admit it!"

  "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," he says, trying to sound indignant. I stand up from my chair and make casual, slow steps toward him while Mr. Martin remains frozen in place.

  His clenched fists are making his arm muscles bulge. He always made a point of keeping them toned, and right now they are making me horny as hell.

  He lets me get in close enough to run a light finger down his bicep while my eager tongue circles around the edge of my lips in anticipation. There is a wet spot spreading at the crotch of my tight pink shorts now.

  I purposely neglected to put on panties this morning just for this occasion.

  I take a gentle grip at the base of his neck to massage the tenseness in it, but Mr. Martin knocks my hand away with the back of his forearm.

  "Jen--I don't know what has gotten into you, but--"

  "But why not?" I pout. "Your wife isn't home tonight. You have all night to fuck me any way you want." He turns away from me so I cling to his wrist. "It's just a little game... you know how much we love playing games together." My lips curl to form a devilish smile. "Only this one is going to be a lot more fun."

  Mr. Martin turns his head back toward me. I catch a glimmer of desire buried behind those deep blue eyes before they turn to a glare.

  "No," he says coldly. But there is no way I am going to give in so easily. This is all part of the game, after all. And he's already playing whether he knows it or not.

  Before he has time to react, I cross my arms to lift off my shirt. I place my hands on the sides of my leopard skin push up bra and shove my tits together. Mr. Martin is the perfect height for staring down into my busty cleavage as I bend over, grinning wide.

  "I'll let you fuck these tits while I'm sucking your cock if you play along." I watch in amusement as he tries desperately to resist the urge to look down. He seems to be using every ounce of willpower to keep his eyes level with mine.

  So I inch closer and lift my tits higher so they're almost in his face and give them a playful little shake. Then I laugh when his eyes finally find their way to my breasts and his stern expression fades.

  My fingers dip into the cups of my bra and peel them back just enough to expose my bare nipples. My eyelids coated in crimson eye shadow close softly as I lift one breast to my mouth and lick all around the areola.

  "Mmmm... Does Mr. Martin want a taste?" He's still standing there, staring blankly as I flick at my nipple with the tip of my tongue. Then I reach around with both hands to unclasp my bra and let it fall the floor. My breasts jiggle free and my perky nipples are pointed up toward his expressionless face.

  I move in even closer, enough so that my tits press against the firmness of his chest.

  "Just one lick?" I ask, giggling some more. With one hand at the back of his head, I move in to kiss him softly on the lips. As I pull back I tell him, "It's just a game, silly. Have a little fun!" I swipe weakly at his chest and giggle.

  Then without a moment of hesitation, He leans in to grab a handful of breast and wraps his lips around it. I gasp as I feel the intense sucking on my nipple. His tongue darts and laps all around my breast as he tries to stuff every bit of it that will fit inside his mouth.

  "Ungh!" I gasp, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him in closer while he sucks and slurps on my tit in an explosion of lust. Mr. Martin is finally playing the game. A game I am determined to win.

  My fingertips brush through his da
rk hair as my neck tilts back. "Yes! Suck them hard, Mr. Martin!" His lips form a tight seal around my other nipple. The suction from his mouth is making them blood red.

  When he pauses to breathe, I bring his face close to mine with light fingers at his cheeks. Our lips connect for a wet, passionate kiss. His sudden enthusiasm tells me I've been right all along. He really does want to fuck his me.

  I guide him back down to my cleavage and sandwich his face between my tits. Nuzzling against my breasts, his scruff chafes the skin of my bare chest a little. I hold him there while I reach down to unbuckle his jeans in one single-handed maneuver.