by T. L. Tate
She was on her knees as I pounded her, making her toned ass shake each time I slammed into her. She held me down as her hands were on my chest and she rocked back and forth, nearly making me cum multiple times. She was on her side with my arm around her neck, pulling her close as I moaned in her ear. She was on her stomach as I spread her open and stabbed her deeply, clawing at the covers as she screamed out loud.
By the time she crawled back on top of me, we were both sweating and ready to explode.
She was rocking her hips and back forth as I held onto her sides for fear of being thrown across the room if I didn’t. She was huffing loudly as beads of sweat rolled down her body. Her face was flushed and she was moaning so sweetly. Hair covered her face but through the curtain of flax I could see her green eyes. Those eyes screamed even more loudly than her voice could that they wanted more. However, our bedroom acrobatics had taken its toll. Without warning she collapsed on me, breathing hard in my chest.
“I-I can’t. I can’t move any more. I’m so close. Please…please fuck me.”
I was right on the edge. I grabbed handfuls of her ass as I stabbed her from underneath.
She screamed, “Fuck!”
I yell, “I’m going to cum.”
She clenched as she moaned, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
When I came I felt her pussy clench down, desperate for my seed. With each burning eruption she came a little more and when I was spent she fully collapsed. All that was left of our sex was my swollen cock in her abused pussy.
She lay on my chest for several minutes, just breathing. Despite the powerful release I just had, my cock was still wanting more. I didn’t move as I continued to feel her pussy warmly embracing my cock with the occasional undulation as she breathed in and out. If she had a problem with my still being inside of her, then she didn’t act like it. Instead, she seemed oddly at peace.
“That was nice.” I rubbed her back and she sighed deeply.
“Mmmm. That was incredible.” Her voice was soft and sweet. It spoke of extreme pleasure and intense relaxation.
We continued to lie there for a couple more minutes before she started to slowly rock back and forth. As my cock filled alongside my arousal, she lifted her head and kissed me. We made out as her body lay across mine and we made soft love to each other.
It wasn’t rushed. The sex wasn’t even the focus of the moment. There was something else there…something more pressing that took center stage. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put my finger on it.
When she released my lips, she continued to move with exaggerated slowness. Burying her face on my chest she spoke. “Lance?”
My voice was scratchy after all of the moaning and yelling so it came out as a deep broken melody. “Yeah?”
“Are we still roleplaying?” Her voice was so small that it felt like she was speaking from a world away.
“Umm, yeah. I guess.”
I didn’t know if that was what she wanted to hear or not. Her movements stopped for only a moment before she buried her face in my chest. I put my arms around her and held her. I heard her mumble. “Of course. Of course.” She pressed against my arms and I released her.
She sat up and began rotating her hips in slow wide circles. She grimaced as I hardened inside of her. That grimace soon turned into a salacious grin.
“Damn that feels good.” Her glare looked conniving. She smiled but it was filled with guile. “So Husband…I’m going to make sweet and passionate love to you while I tell you a story. Will you hear me out?”
My hands moved to her breasts as I squeezed and then rolled her nipples. She tilted her head back and moaned. After which she looked at me and smirked. “Hey, that’s not fair. You know that I can’t think straight when you grab my nipples like that.” It wasn’t a sincere complaint. This time when she looked at me, all traces of duplicity were removed and she was back in character.
“Sorry, honey.” Her movements altered for a moment after I called her honey, but it was so slight that had I not been paying attention, I would’ve missed it entirely.
“Well sweetie, I don’t believe I ever told you about my time in high school or my first love. Did I?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t know anything about your time in high school.” It was getting hard to think straight. While she was moving slower, she was grinding against me in such a remarkable way that I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Well…” she paused as a pleasurable tremor passed through her body. When she continued her voice was colored by passion. “I tried not to stand out too much. My parents you see. They didn’t like it when one of us made waves. So I kept my head down and focused on my studies. I didn’t have many friends because it was all just a show but I was well liked by my classmates. I spent two years just doing what my parents wanted. I was a ghost. People knew I was there but I was no real threat so I just kind of floated by. But all of that changed in my junior year.”
Not only was the sex addling my brain, but also her story had taken up what remained of my attention. She had me intrigued. “What caused it to change?”
She moaned as I squeezed her nipples again. “Oh God!” After a few seconds she smiled sweetly, “Jerk. Anyway, I’m getting to that. See at that time I was very close to my little sister. I knew how horrible my parents were so I made an extra effort to keep their attention off of her but I was failing. I wanted to give up because no matter what I did, they would always cast their disapproving looks and discouragements her way. But after a few weeks into the new school year, I was running late for a class when I heard a boy scream. To be honest, at first I didn’t know if it was a boy, a girl or even a small animal. All I knew was that there was a high-pitched scream coming from the direction where I was headed. When I rounded the corner, I saw what the cause of that cry was. There was a trio of senior jocks pummeling a hapless freshman. I paused for only a moment before I hid so they wouldn’t see me. It wasn’t uncommon for bullies to turn their attention to even a passerby, female or male, if they feared they were caught being despicable.”
Her story was dragging on but I wasn’t the least bit bored. I could see the entire scene before me. There was a young Jessa still awkward looking as puberty was in its last legs. She was just trying to make it through a difficult and, at times, impossible situation.
She continued, “As I was hiding, I continued to watch. I was fascinated by the twisted and sick carnage of it all. These three giants were beating on this boy and the boy couldn’t do a thing against them. But all of that changed when another freshman showed up.”
I knew who she was talking about. I had never told anyone about that. I had no idea that she was there that day.
“You walked in, Lance. I watched you. You were big but nowhere near as large as the seniors that were beating on that poor boy. I watched your face change. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so pissed-off. You walked straight up to those three. I remember your exact words. ‘How strong can you dicks be? The strong don’t need to pick on the weak to be strong, they just are!’ There was such conviction in your voice that for a moment I thought that you could really make a difference. But that blind ideology ended after the largest of the three pushed you back and his friend took the opportunity to punch you. The sound was so loud that I screamed. I thought they had killed you. But you hardly seemed to notice. I watched as you dropped your book bag on the ground and looked at the hapless freshman. You told him to stand up and step back. He could barely stand but such was your strength that he did what you told him without hesitating. You looked back at the boys and said ‘I was nervous at first. When I saw you beating on Harland I thought that you would be stronger but if that’s the best that you can do then I’ll have to hold back or I’ll look like a bully.’ I had no idea where this courage was coming from. Sure, you looked tough but not get-into-a-fight-with-3-people tough. The boys must’ve thought the same thing because they laughed. When they rushed you I thought that I would watch you be beat into submission like that
other poor boy.”
Finally, I spoke. “But I wasn’t.”
She smiled sweetly and with a deep softness. “No. You weren’t. Now I watched it happen and have replayed it countless times in my head but I still don’t quite understand how you could do what you did to those boys. There were three of them and they were bigger than you. But you beat them down one after the other until the biggest was left. I watched as he practically pissed himself. You broke him down to his knees. You made him apologize to that boy and then you helped the three of them up and made them promise not to do this again.”
I remembered that moment. I was headed to see the freshman football coach when I happened on three varsity players. My dad always told me that there was a purpose for my strength and my intelligence. He said that it was to help those that couldn’t help themselves and to be a pillar. I never sought violence but I was always prepared. When I saw what they were doing I knew that I was in that space at that time for a reason. That reason was to protect who would become my first true friend. After the incident, Harland and I spent a lot of time together. He never really knew the depth of my intelligence but over the years he sort of suspected it.
“So you saw it all. Why didn’t you say anything until now?”
“I could ask you the same thing. I waited and watched for weeks but neither you, the boy that was beaten or the seniors ever said a word to anyone.”
“What was there to say?” I went for her breasts again and she grabbed my hand and grinned.
“Oh no you don’t, buster. You could’ve told the teachers or the coaches but you didn’t do any of that. Why?”
I sighed, “It wasn’t my place. I just happened to be at the right place at the wrong time and did something about it.”
“Oh! So not only are you a hero but you’re a humble hero. That was what I thought back then, too.” Grabbing my wrists, she held my hands against her swaying breasts. She squeaked and moaned when I teased her sensitive nipples. “Anyway, you held my attention. Here was someone that did what was right, without any acknowledgement or even the assurances that you could win. You threw yourself into danger for someone that you hardly knew. I thought that if I could just have a piece of what drove you then I could also be a better person…a better sister. And with that in mind, I worked even harder. I was there for Jen. I protected her as best as I could from our parents. I rerouted any and all people that meant to do her harm. All the while I was watching you…studying you. At some point…I fell in love with you.”
I stopped squeezing her breasts and she stopped moving. She looked at me with a rueful smile on her lips. “H-how? Wait I don’t understand.”
She nodded. “It’s true. I fell in love with a man that I didn’t know all because of his hero complex. For two years, until I graduated, I watched as people—especially girls—threw themselves at your feet. You were welcoming to everyone and everyone loved you in return. But only I was in love with you. Unfortunately, I was only one in a long line of girls vying for your attention. It didn’t help that I lacked confidence. I never did anything and I ended up graduating without you ever knowing my name.” She moved her hips once more. When she felt my hands go slack and almost fall to the bed, she pressed them firmly against her breasts again until I continued to manipulate them.
As she was riding me with an ecstatic look on her face, she continued her tale. “Isn’t that so sad and pathetic. There I was, heir to a giant fortune but too afraid to even say hi to the guy I idolized…the guy that I loved. The only person that I told was Jen.”
That caught me by surprise. “W-wait! Jen knew? Are you sure?”
Anger flashed in her eyes for only a moment. “Yes! Jen fucking knew. She was my only real friend so of course I confided in her. Because you guys knew some of the same people she offered to introduce me but again, I was too afraid.”
Her story shocked me. I was even more surprised by the notion that Jen knew. It didn’t change how I felt about Jen but it did make me question the true motivation she had in keeping Jessa at arms length ever since we got together.
“What can I say? I was young and in love. I did the stupid things that people that are young and in love do. I placed you on a pedestal. There was no one who could measure up to you so I didn’t date any of the other boys and I protected my virtue all because I thought that one day you would surely come to call. Unfortunately, that had the disastrous effect of attracting my parents’ attention. Because I was the eldest, it was expected that I would marry and bear children. I knew that I had to fulfill my role otherwise they would turn their gazes towards Jen and I felt like I had to protect her at all costs. So when I never brought any boys home, even in college, my parents decided to force me into marriage with Richard. Two old money families with appearances to keep. Richard and I never stood a chance.”
I could imagine it. A young Jessa, her love unrequited, being forced to marry a complete stranger. It was heartbreaking. My vision grew blurry as my eyes moistened. She saw this and smiled. Kissing my lips she continued with her story.
“My devotion paid off and they left Jen alone. She was allowed to live her life far away from their influence. To be honest I was hurt that she decided to leave but I understood. Besides, I had already allowed myself to be traded like chattel. Before, I told you that I was trying to get back at Jen because she left me…that wasn’t the entire truth. I was glad that she left but I was hurt that she left and she relegated me in the same boat as our parents. I did everything for her and when she left she never even called. She forgot all about me…her own sister. She forgot. Still, she was free and I was happy. I knew that one day she would reach out to me again. I just had to be patient. But when she finally did reach out it was to tell me about her wedding.”
She leaned down. Her arms were on the sides of my head and her hair hanged over my face. She looked me dead in the eyes as she bounced up and down on my cock and in a slow rhythm. “She didn’t call me to tell me that she was dating someone. She didn’t call to ask how I was doing. She didn’t call to tell me she was sick or coming for a visit. No. She called to invite me to her wedding. But she didn’t tell me who she was marrying. She just said that it was someone she knew in high school and reconnected with in college.” She was getting more and more agitated and as she did, she moved faster and faster until she was speaking between taking in huffs of air.
“No! She didn’t say a goddamn thing! I didn’t find out who it was until I walked in and saw you at the fucking rehearsal dinner. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I thought that it was a reward for always trying so hard. I thought that finally the Fates deigned to put us together. By that point I wasn’t a teenager. I wasn’t a child. I was no longer afraid of rejection. I was ready to tell you about all the things I felt for you and continued to feel even in the years that I hadn’t seen you. You see, it was always you. Ever since that first night that Richard climbed on top of me until this very moment. It was always you that I saw in my mind. You were always the one that I was making love to. So when I saw you standing there in all of your tall and dark glory, I was blown away. When I made my way over to you it was like the seas parted and all I could see was you standing before me. That was when you turned. When you turned I saw that your arm was draped around another woman. To make matters worse, that woman was my little sister, Jen. I prayed that I misunderstood. I prayed that you were both just good friends. But when she saw me, I could clearly see the look of shock and shame in her eyes. She probably never intended for me to show up and her inviting me was just her way of keeping up appearances. So when she saw the hurt that I felt, I could see the guilt flashing in her eyes. It was in that moment that I truly began to detest her. It wasn’t because she fell in love with you. You’re easy to love. It wasn’t that she married you. Who wouldn’t want to marry you? It was that she was with you and felt that she had to hide it only to let me find out when it was all over and done with. The Jen I grew up with would never do that to me. I did everything for
her and all I ever asked for was honesty. But she was worse than my parents. She used my kindness as a stepping-stone to get away from our parents. She used me and then she threw me away. To make matters worse she stomped all over my heart. She pissed on it! She pissed on it and smiled all the way to the altar. Everything changed that day. The blinders were taken off and I saw her for what she really was…a manipulative, toxic bitch and she had her hooks in you nice and deep. There’s no question that she was twisted and broken but I think that it was just a result of her realization that she was an even greater monster than our parents could ever be.”
I could feel her anger. It seethed through her pores. Reliving these experiences had made her feel their pain all over again. It was like a fresh wound that had just had lemon-juice poured in it.
“All the years and all the effort I expended went to waste. It took me years to climb out of the darkness. But by that point my marriage was in shambles, my parents were disappointed in me and my sister was married with children. But when I picked my head up, I vowed to get even. I would take what she loved, just as she had done to me. I would take it and I would piss all over it. I would mark it and make it my own. So I started with reconnecting with my parents. I knew they couldn’t help but gossip to Jen about how my marriage was failing. When she finally had the balls, she reached out and I invited you both to come stay with Richard and I. Of course, you know the rest.”
“So all of this? This entire time, you were just trying to get even with Jen? Why didn’t you tell her you were upset? Why didn’t you talk to her?”
She laughed, “You think I didn’t try? She wouldn’t talk to me. I called her a hundred times over the years and she never even returned a single call. She treated me like garbage. She broke my heart!”
“And now?”
She held my face in her hands as she pressed her forehead against mine. “Now, I have what I want. I have you in my home and in my bed. I worked hard to convince Jen that I forgave her and that I really wanted to be sisters with her again.” I felt droplets on my face as her voice broke while she cried. “I did. I worked so hard to convince Jen that I messed around and convinced myself. I love her, Lance. I do. I missed my sister so much you have no idea. The twins. The new baby. Jen. I wanted her back in my life so bad that I nearly died of happiness. But I can’t stop. I can’t stop my heart from loving you even though I know it’s going to have to end. I can’t stop it and I want to. I don’t want to love you anymore. I don’t want to hurt her…I don’t want to hurt you. I hate who I became but I can’t stop. I have you and even if it is by force…I have you. In this moment you belong to me and no one else and I can’t let you go. I don’t ever want to let you go.”
