Pee Bee

I sat at the end of the couch, stark naked, while Tegan stroked my cock. On the end table, beside me, a condom lay in wait.

Our clothes littered the floor where we had left them from earlier in the night.

“What time is it now?” she asked.

My eyes were darting back and forth between my watch and her bouncing tits. She’d come up with her own rule, which included me keeping my hands off her until midnight.

Part of the ridiculous agreement was that she would be allowed to stroke my cock, and as much as I was enjoying it initially, she was now driving me insane.

She’d stroke me until I’d damned near get off, then stop. After waiting five minutes or so, she’d begin the process again, long-stroking me until I was on the cusp of blowing my nut.

And, she’d stop.

“11:54,” I said.

“Six minutes, huh?”

I looked at my watch. “Five minutes, thirty-four seconds. As of now.”

She stroked it from my nuts to the tip, grinning the entire time. “Tell me when we’re down to about twenty seconds or so.”

I closed my eyes and nodded.

I knew one thing. When the time came for me to finally come, it was going to be nothing short of a masterpiece.

She continued her torture. In no time, I felt my scrotum tighten. I sat still and consciously tried to control my breathing, hoping she would be none the wiser.

The stroking stopped.

Motherfucker.

I glared at her, and then looked at my watch.

11:59:12

Thank fucking God.

“We’ve got forty-eight seconds.”

She continued the cock-stroking punishment. “Reach over there and get that condom.”

I grabbed it, bit into the edge of the foil wrapper, and ripped it open.

She stroked it a few times for good measure, and then released her grasp. “Put it on.”

I stretched the condom over the tip of my dick, rolled it down the length of the shaft, and then turned toward her.

She stood, slid her hand between her legs, and then raised a glistening finger. “My pussy is soaked.”

“Serves you right.”

Standing in front of me fully naked, she grinned a mischievous grin. “Don’t do anything until I tell you to.”

Wonder filled me. “Okay.”

She positioned herself in front of me with her back facing me, and then spread her feet to shoulder width. Slowly, she leaned forward until her forehead was almost touching the floor in front of her and her hands were flat on the carpet.

Her wet pussy was right in front of me, pointing straight up in the air.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I peered between her legs and made eye contact with her overturned eyes. The best I could, anyway. “Is that some karate shit?”

“Yoga. It’s called downward dog.”

“What now?”

“Stand up,” she said.

I did.

“Slowly. Slide it in. Slow. Leee.”

With my cock clenched tight in my fist, I stood. After spreading my legs wide, I guided myself between her legs.

As soon as the tip penetrated her, all the air rushed from my lungs. It sounded like someone punched me in the gut.

Her pussy was…different.

“You alright?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’ll be just fuckin’ fine,” I said sarcastically. “I’m a big boy.”

“I’m waiting,” she said. “Patiently.”

“You said go slowly. I’m going slowly.”

“You’re going at a snail’s pace. Just give it to me,” she said. “All of it.”

You asked for it.

I leaned back, gazed down at her perfectly round ass, and slowly pushed my hips forward until my cock disappeared.

It felt heavenly. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

Her pussy clenched my shaft like nothing I had ever experienced. Convinced there was no way that it felt as good as I thought it did, I pulled out until the head was exposed, and then pushed myself back in balls-deep.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I closed my eyes.

“Everything alright?”

“God damn it.” I opened my eyes. “Stop checking on me. I’m doin’ just fine.”

“You’re hit and miss,” she said. “In. Try to catch your breath. Out. Wait. In. Wait. Out. In. Wait. Just give it to me, would you?”

Her attitude was part of the reason I was attracted to her. But her shit-talking during sex was going to have to stop. When it came to sex, I was the conductor of the train, and she needed to realize it.

“I’m driving this fuckin’ train, and don’t you fuckin’ forget it,” I growled. “I’ll fuck you senseless. Just remember, you asked for it.”

I gripped her hips in my hands, took a deep breath, and began the onslaught of sexual punishment.

In and out I pounded, my hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. I was giving her every inch of cock I owned, and giving it to her good. As far as I was concerned, I’d fuck her all the way across the living room floor just to teach her a lesson.

A grunt shot from her lungs each time I pounded my length into her. It was satisfying to hear her discomfort. I was finally getting a little get back for the bike, and the day she kicked my ass on the porch. In sexual bliss, I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw, and…

No.

No.

Nooooo!

I arched my back, let out a cry, and had the orgasm of a lifetime.

Frustrated with my performance, or lack thereof, I let out a sigh.

“Everything alright up there?”

I opened my eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Catching your breath?”

“Fuck you, Tegan.”

“What happened? You pull a muscle or something?”

“I came,” I said, my response faint.

Still bent over, she cocked her head to the side and met my gaze. “Huh?”

“I came,” I said, this time even more faint.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I came,” I shouted.

“What time is it?”

I glanced at my watch and responded before I realized what she was doing. “12:04.”

“Wow,” she said. “Impressive. Maybe with a little practice, you’ll be able to last five minutes. At least this gives us a benchmark.”

I slipped my flaccid cock from inside of her, and flopped down on the couch cushion, embarrassed.

She stood from her downward dog position and turned to face me. Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “You might have been driving the train,” she said. “But you ran out of gas before you made it to the destination.”

“Just wait ‘till next time,” I said. “I’ll make up for it.”

“Oh, there’s going to be a next time?”

I nodded. “I hope so.”

“Good,” she said with a laugh. “Be sure to bring you’re “A” game. Because you’re going to need it.”