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"Wanna Bet?"
Date: 1/14/2016, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... deniability. The next time I fucked her, I decided not to wait until she came to me to masturbate. She wore a pretty short skirt, and walked by me while I was watching TV. Her little pale legs crossed my vision and I thought I saw a flash of panties. I got stiff, and since nobody was home, I decided to assert my rights. "Come here a minute," I said, and pulled her towards me. I felt up her legs and into her panties, then pulled the fabric down to her knees. While I was seated and she stood in front of me, I had a nice view of her puffy little pussy and I felt like a taste, so I leaned forward and tongued her crack for several minutes. When I'd had enough of eating pussy, I stood, told her to lie on the couch, and took off my pants as she complied wordlessly. She even took her panties completely off without having to be asked, because she knew what was coming. The mark was still visible from the last time since the marker we used was semi-permanent, so it still made a good reference point. I stuck the head of my penis in, and then slowly got as far as was allowed to go. I thrust in and out, in and out, enjoying her squeezing the top half of my cock tight. After a while, she linked her legs behind me and her heels dug into my back. It wasn't a gentle nudge of inadvertent movements. She was pulling me deeper inside her, and I was already as deep as I was supposed to go. An invitation is an invitation even if it's unspoken, so I went with the flow, let her pull me in, ...
... and sank all the way into her. She let out a moan of pleasure, and I thrust in and out, letting my balls slap against her. I fucked her as hard as I could and as long as I could, then pushed one last time as far as I could into her as she gasped, and let jet after jet of my sperm shot into her pussy. "Well, I guess you've been officially fucked now," I said. "You bastard," she yelled. "You weren't supposed to do that." Tears were in her eyes, and for a moment, just a moment, I felt ashamed. Then I remembered the feel of her legs drawing me in, and I just got mad. I grabbed her face in one hand, squeezing just enough to make her pucker up and shut up. "Don't you dare try to blame this on me. I was only doing what you wanted. Everything I've done, you've gotten wet from or gotten off from and thrown off signals that you wanted more, all while complaining that you didn't want it. I see right through you. Inside you're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?" I let her go enough to speak. "I am not," she said, but it was a weak denial, like she was trying, and failing, to convince even herself. "You lost that last bet on purpose because you wanted it. Fuck, I bet you lost all of them on purpose, didn't you?" She didn't answer, but couldn't meet my eyes. I had her, I knew I had her. "Okay, then I've got one more bet for you. This one's for all the marbles. If I lose, I never touch you again. Ever. No matter how much you want to cum, ...