The Consolation Prize

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"Use the teaser now, Pete," She told the teen behind her, "Push the ball end inside my asshole. Do it slowly so I can fully enjoy the penetration then pull it out so you can do it again. Once it becomes easier push it in all the way until your knuckles on the base of it kisses my asshole. Then pull out slow and back in just as slow so I can enjoy it again."

Then she took the flesh-colored dildo's head within her mouth, cheeks hollowing suckled hard on it before shifting over to give the black one the same fellatio treatment.

Cassandra could feel the cool end of the teaser press against her sphincter, with pressure. She tried to relax and with effort the teaser slipped inside. He was doing well, being slow and easy for her. She could feel the skin of his knuckles brush against her asshole. "That's right, Peter, just like that. Nice and slow. Tease it. You want to make me beg for more from you."

"We do not make love." She reminded him between licking the dildos like ice cream cones, "Never make love to me. This is always a game, Peter. You must fuck me, and that requires you to make a performance out of it. A plan to follow, and a challenge for you to rise to. Something to prove not only to me, but to yourself as well. Otherwise, there's no fun to it."

"I want to fuck you," He said in response to that, "And Evan too. Like in your pornos. I want to do that."

"You should check your text messages, Peter," she gave a wicked chuckle, "I had your phone for a while when you were asleep, remember." She began to lick the You invited him over later tonight, and your penalty is that you're going to have to help me fuck him and not you."

"Now, pull out the teaser and start using the probe on my ass," She growled pushing her ass back at him.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

Help Cassandra fuck Evan and not me.....Pete thought on Cassandra's words as he pushed the teaser back into her ass until his knuckles brushed her skin. The device was sliding in easily now, his machinations having overcome any resistance from her sphincter.

Fuck Evan....

Cassandra's voice was soft and low and seductive. It reminded Pete of how she spoke in the pornos he'd watched. He liked how much she spoke on film instead of just succumbing in silence to being gangfucked. It worked just the same for his arousal now, being spoken to, instructed, all while she was being violated. So sexy, so hot.

'We do not make love,' Cassandra had said. 'Never make love to me. This is always a game.'

Love. What is that anyway, Pete thought. I love to fuck, but that's not love so much as....his mind wandered as he focused on her skin tightening round the dildo and her ass grease leaking onto the shaft of the plastic sex toy. He wondered what it would taste like to lick it. After all, Cassandra licked each sex toy before and after it had been inside her ass. Fuck. Licking up ass juice. Fuck!

And she'd been playing with his phone again. Like she did with Anna. Jesus, Cassandra was a devil woman. A devil. A demon. Is that why she asked him to do this? Let him do this? Begged him...well not so much begged as instructed. He decided against trying to analyze what was going on and just enjoy it instead. Use the probe in my ass, she said. The probe. Which one is the fucking probe?

Pete extracted the teaser and set it down on the pool table. It was soiled and wet, glistening in the harsh light like some evil alien machine part. He opened her bag and held up various toys for Cassandra to make a selection. The probe? She nodded. What the fuck do I do with a probe up her ass, he thought.

So Evan is coming over tonight....

"So Evan is coming over?" he asked out loud, holding the probe in his left hand while he picked up the soiled teaser to wave it in front of Cassandra's face, hoping she'd offer to clean it in her mouth. His cock swung wildly between them, painfully hard again, or still. Pete couldn't really remember it going down at all.

"And you are going to ask him to fuck you?"

Not me? Not tonight? Not now? Pete knew he could just climb onto the table and fuck her now if he wanted. Rape her. He was physically stronger and she was at a disadvantage lying down. But it would probably be the end of the affair. The arrangement. She'd threatened that before. Should he ask all the same? To fuck her up the ass? While she was loose and gaping and lubricated....Jesus!

Maybe if he licked the soiled teaser first. Slow and sensually, his mouth, his face up close to hers. Ask her to let him fuck her anally and lick the sex toy straight from her ass to show he was up for anything. He raised his hand to his face and examined the teaser closely. It smelled oily, earthy, not appetizing, but somehow appealing in a hazardous way. Pete stuck out his tongue and laid the tip of it against the shining surface of the sex toy, just for a moment before drawing it back into his mouth.

"Let me fuck you Cassandra. Now. While your ass is so ready. So fucking ready. I just gotta cum inside you. Please. And then we can get back to the probe. Anything you want. Evan. Anything. Yeah?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"Now, pull out the teaser and start using the probe on my ass," She growled pushing her ass back at him.

"So Evan is coming over," Peter asked stepping around the table with the probe in hand, "And you're going to ask him to fuck you?"

"No," She told him, "You need to listen to what I say more attentively. I said, I am going to fuck him, and you're going to help me do it." She lifted the large brown dildo in her hand. "For example, Peter, You, will hold Evan down as I use this to fuck his face for a set amount of time, like for five minutes, and you will keep track of that for me."

"In short you're going to have to betray your best friend, Evan, for the sake of playing my game." She said looking him unflinchingly in the eye. "You will do it if you want to see where these games with me will go or it will be over between us."

Pete pulled out the teaser from her asshole and she watched as he took an experimental sniff of the toy coated in lube and the natural juices from her rectum. Then he let her see his tongue reach out over the ball end of the teaser for a taste, and Cassandra smiled wickedly at the display.

"Let me fuck you, Cassandra. Now. While your ass is so ready. So, fucking ready." He pleaded with her, "I just gotta cum inside you. Please. And then we can get back to the probe. Anything you want. Evan. Anything. Yeah?"

To that she nodded and got up on her hands and knees. She pulled the gym bag over and fished out a stopwatch. "We're changing the game, Peter. I will give you ten minutes to get up here and fuck my ass any way you want, but you can't cum until this stopwatch reaches zero. You cum with any time left on this watch and you lose, and if you don't come when the watch counts down to zero then you lost your chance and you lose."

"That is the game. the penalty for losing this game is how we will treat your best friend Evan when we fuck him," She said laying back down on the pool table's top, her ass us and knees wide in invitation to his cock to push in and give it the ride of a lifetime. "You play this game well and don't come until the moment the stopwatch tells you to...and you won't have to help me rape Evan. Instead as a reward for winning this game I'll give you a choice of games you'll get to pick which one the two of you will play as one or both of you fuck me tonight."

Of course, it wasn't going to be so easy for him. She hadn't been bullshitting him when she had said her heavenly ass was known for making even seasoned male pornstars to come before they were supposed to. It would be incredibly difficult for an inexperienced teenaged boy not to burst inside it within minutes of entering such a tight warm hole as her asshole. Especially if Peter didn't play the game smart and pace himself.

"Do you understand the rules and stakes for this game, Peter." She barely gave him time to confirm that he did before starting the stopwatch's countdown to zero. "Remember you have ten minutes. So get to it, Peter. Fuck my ass good!"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

"Rules, rules, fucking rules...."

Pete knelt on the table behind Cassandra's swaying ass and planted his cock firmly against her rose. He'd wanted to slow things down, contemplate what he was doing, examine her, play with her. But he couldn't hold back. And she kept nagging him about rules, ever more complicated and hard to fathom and...fuck. He was inside her now, hands tight on her hips, pushing his cock into her anus, hard and fast. And she was pushing back, or maybe not pushing, but doing something, muscular maybe, something screwing with his cock and his mind. Fuck!

So he asked to fuck Cassandra up the ass and she agreed. And that's what they were doing. Anal fucking. Jesus! Eighteen and fucking a pornstar up the ass. Pete tried to make something concrete of the idea, picture himself doing it and telling his friends and doing it and....but all there was was his cock and Cassandra's greasy ass and his balls against her butt cheeks now and the thing she was doing to him inside and...

She'd said ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes. Ten fucking seconds would be enough. Ten fucking years. Ten. Fucking. Fuck...!

Pete had watched guys fuck Cassandra anally on videos. How they lined up, punched themselves into her as she waved her ass at them. How they took her hard and fast and she let them, encouraged them, begged them to go harder and faster while their cocks stretched her and broke into her and filled her with cum. He didn't remember anything about rules on film.

The stopwatch. Counting down. Slowly? Quickly? Did he fucking care? Ten minutes. He had to take ten minutes to cum, no less, no more. Ten exactly. Was that it? Or the rules would change. Again.

Pete leaned back and watched his cock emerge from Cassandra's ass slick with her juices. Would she suck them off for him? After ten minutes? He glanced at the stopwatch. Nine minutes and twenty seconds. Nineteen. He grabbed tight on her hips and slid himself back inside, annunciating a loud 'fuck'.

If he could last ten minutes he wouldn't have to help her rape Evan tonight. Rape Evan...tonight....rape...What the fuck did that mean? If he lasted ten minutes he could choose how he and Evan would fuck her. The two of them. Best friends fucking a pornstar. Evan would cream himself just hearing about it, and then fucking her and then...

Pete was so ready to cum....Eight minutes and fifty seconds. Forty nine...forty eight...

'The penalty is how we will treat Evan when we fuck him...' That's what Cassandra had said. When we fuck him. When the pornstar and his best friend fuck him. Fuck Evan....did he want to fuck Evan? Fuck his friend? Fuck a guy....?

Eight minutes and seventeen seconds...sixteen...

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"Do you understand the rules and stakes for this game, Peter." She barely gave him time to confirm that he did before starting the stopwatch's countdown to zero. "Remember you have ten minutes. So get to it, Peter. Fuck my ass good!"

She continued swaying her ass teasing or taunting him-depending on which one of them was asked-with the sight and availability of her asshole for his cock to plunge inside of. Her eyes were half-lidded and her smile was playful and wicked as she watched over her shoulder as Pete climb atop his father's billiards table.

"Rules, rules, fucking rules...." Cassandra heard him muttering.

She wondered if Peter would be able to win this game. She had to admit that so far, his performances to date have been woefully lackluster, and yet she'd given him plenty of allowances and second chances. That was rather uncharacteristic of her. She unlike Peter cared about these games. It added spice to the sex deliciously for her, never making it boring or mundane, and yet here her newest co-player seemed more frustrated than excited for them or enticed by them. This was rather disappointing to her.

He knelt behind her. She could feel his hands on her hips, his hard cock throbbing inside the crack of her ass. "C'mon, Peter. My ass is hungry for that cock of yours."

She deepened the arch of her back and reached behind her to open it wider as he positioned himself at her backdoor. She felt his fingers tighten on her hips as the helmet entered and easily slipped past her sphincter and into her asshole itself.

"Yesss," She hissed with a beaming smile as his cock found itself wrapped up in a tightest warmest slickest sleeve it could enter. She had an infamous ass in the industry. It was literally award winning. And now peter was experiencing why as she flexed muscles to squeeze to increase the pressure around him, to pulse to draw him in deeper, to resist as he pulled back out. She began showing her entire repertoire to him. "Fuck my ass, Peter. Fuck it. Fuck it!"

He pulled back his breathing heavy. Over her shoulder Cassandra saw him looking down as he pulled out with her ass squeezing begging him to stay, to release everything into her bowels right now, right fucking now! He groaned and his eyes lifted to the stopwatch in her hand. He still had more than nine minutes before he could cum.

His exclamation spoken in a frustrated groan said it all, "Fuck."

She laughed then only broken by a stuttered gasp as he drove back into her ass like a man dying of thirst needed to dive in for the first water fountain they came across. Fortunately that only made her laugh more dismissively at him, "You realize, Peter. My ass is too good, isn't it? I can see it in your eyes that you're not going to last like this for ten minutes."

He was down to eight minutes now. His hips were hammering into her ass shaking it with every frantic thrust. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Peter was getting right up to the edge now. she laughed at him again, "You're going to blow like a fire hydrant any second now. I knew you didn't have what it takes, Peter. You're not on my level. You're just a little kid who wants gratification right away and nothing more, aren't you? I shouldn't expect anything more out of you, should I?"

"There's nothing more to you than this," This time when he pulled out she drove her ass back to hilt him again squeezing and pulsing even more intently, driving him absolutely sky high, "You're going to fail again, aren't you? You're going to let Evan down right here. He's going to be the one who suffers because of you not being good enough to even play my game right now."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

Far from leaning back to release tension, Cassandra's pushing her ass onto him made Pete as horny as ever. He felt like the stopwatch she was taunting him with had stopped. She was laughing at him, toying with him, calling him a failure. Making him fail, to be sure. But why? What was her game? Her thing? To use kids like him and throw them away? Cassandra was a professional. A fully fledged pornstar. Fucking an inexperienced eighteen year old would be vanilla, for sure. What else would it be? A charity fuck. He'd hoped she might think of it as a training session. An audition. Pete Tranter. Pornstar to be. But he didn't feel like he was up to much. And everything Cassandra did and said in response diminished him. He had to last ten minutes. Whatever else might transpire today, he had to fucking last....

And she'd riled him. Just a little kid. The fucking whore. Wasn't his cock big enough? His technique rough enough? His cum sweet enough? Well...probably not, but hey. A failure. A loser. Letting down Evan, whatever that meant. Making him suffer. Suffer? What the fuck?

And when he looked again at the stopwatch four minutes had passed. Four long fucking minutes while she'd verbally abused him and done that thing with her anus and he'd pounded into her and pulled back and contemplated what she was saying and doing and what was happening to him. Four fucking minutes. Three minutes forty seconds.

"Three fucking minutes," Pete snarled out loud, pushing hard into Cassandra's ass again, suddenly not feeling like he needed to cum instantly, hard and erect for sure, but not on the edge, for a few seconds at least. He gripped her hips again, pushing his finger nails into her flesh, then leaned forward and grabbed her hair, twisting it in his hand. Imagining he was hurting her, no, hoping he was. Letting Casandra know he was there, inside her, on top of her, in control, fucking her hard, taking her ass.

"Fuck you, Cassandra," he said. "Fuck your filthy ass, your filthy mouth, your filthy cunt...."

Pete pulled her hair back. Hard. Cassandra's back bowed before him. She'd been treated worse. He knew. He'd watched her on camera. Sure she was acting. Consenting. Simulating gang rape. Nine, ten guys, all ploughing her ass, her mouth, her cunt, cumming in her, on her, pissing on her, pushing things inside her, slapping her about, over and over until she must cry out to stop, but never, unless the script called for it. Being twisted and pummelled and entered and violated so guys watching online like him could jerk off. Which was what he doing now, jerking off inside her.

Two minutes....

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"There's nothing more to you than this," This time when he pulled out she drove her ass back to hilt him again squeezing and pulsing even more intently, driving him absolutely sky high, "You're going to fail again, aren't you? You're going to let Evan down right here. He's going to be the one who suffers because of you not being good enough to even play my game right now."

Peter had three minutes left and hung by a wire over the abyss.Cassandra knew it wouldn't take much more from her to kick him off into that abyss. Three minutes? She'd need three seconds to put him out of his misery in this game. He simply did not have the self-discipline and strategic mindset to play at her level. It was a pity too. His cock was a decent size and he had the stamina of only a young man. However, if he failed here...she'd make him pay by forcing him to help her rape his best friend, but after that...she'd look elsewhere for someone to play with.

"Just give it up, Peter." She laughed, "Just come in my ass and accept what a failure you are."

She felt his fingers tighten on her hips with bruising force as he snarled over her, "Fuck you, Cassandra!"

She gasped as her whole body rocked with force of his violent thrust inside her asshole. It was so forceful the collision of his pelvis against the flesh of her buttocks made a loud clapping sound and rippling out throughout her body. His angry tirade continued, "Fuck your filthy ass, your filthy mouth, your filthy cunt...."

"Uhhhh, Yesss, Uhhh, uhhh...." She hissed only broken up by short grunts of breath being wrenched out of her with each piledriving thrust of his cock into her ass, "Uhhh...uhhh...fuck...uhhh...my ass....uhhh...harder Pete...uhhh...more...uhhh...uhhh..."

He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her dirty blond hair and pulled. She groaned as he forced her body to arch painfully so her bent like the letter U on the top of the pool table as Peter fucked her ass as roughly as he could manage.

On the stopwatch in her hand, it said he still had two minutes until he can cum in her ass without losing the game. He was being magnificent, brutal, and unrelenting with her. It seemed Peter only had two modes. He was either confused and stupid, or angry and violent. Either way it would all ride on whether or not his rage here was the key for him to last for two more minutes in this game.

Through gritted teeth she growled out to him, "Can you do it? Can you conquer my ass, Pete?"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

Pete knew what Cassandra was doing to him. Trying to make him cum so she could punish him. What was with this whore and punishment? He had to beat her. Had to win. Had to stay in her ass and not cum before the ten minutes were up. Less than two minutes to go. Less than two fucking minutes.

He pulled on her hair again. Harder. Pete loved how she bent into it, almost as if she was powerless and he was stronger, when he knew she was only acting. But so convincing, so subordinate, so pliant and vulnerable and under his control. The way she folded. The way her back arched. The way she moaned.

He'd seen Cassadra fucked hard on film. She looked like a twig being broken in the wind. But here, with his hands on her, his cock inside her, her beautiful naked body bending and writhing, her breath rushing in and out of her lungs, Pete could believe she was his to do whatever he wanted. Anything. Break her. Rape her. Make her cry out. In lust. In pain. For more.

"Can you conquer my ass, Pete?"

Conquer. What a crazy word. The rage built up inside him. Conquer was barely adequate. Annihilate her ass. That's what he wanted. Break her open. Split her in two. Orgasm with her. Fill her ass with semen and then fall back as she shook and bucked and begged him to stop and go harder and start all over again and say he was the best fucking ass fuck she'd ever had.

"I hate your filthy fucking ass," Pete heard himself say. Hate? He didn't hate it. He loved it. Nothing seemed so complete and joyous and heavenly as to ride up on his haunches and launch into her, thrust and push, deep, feeling Cassandra from the inside as she enfolded him, took his rod all the way into her guts like some human sex doll he could pump up and deflate, and treat like the plastic pig it was. She was.

"I fucking hate y....."

The words didn't quite come out of his mouth as he orgasmed, the great rush of semen filling his cock and pushing into her, spurting and pulsing into that dark hole he was plugging. Pete threw his head back, eyes shut, then remembered to look at the stopwatch. Zero. Fucking zero!

"Cum you fucking bitch," he shouted, holding her hips tight, his fingernails burrowing into her soft flesh. He felt nothing, but hard now. An absence of cum from having emptied himself. Pete leaned down, still holding her with one hand, still inside her, until his mouth brushed her ear.

"Cum for me Cassandra. With my cock up your ass. My fucking prize, yeah?"

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back until he could look into her dark eyes.

"Cum you bitch."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

Through gritted teeth she growled out to him, "Can you do it? Can you conquer my ass, Pete?"

He seemed to pause for a second as he processed what she had said and then his scowl tightened, and she saw fresh rush of rage surge through him. Inwardly she smiled to herself as she was pummeled with his resentment-fueled thrusts. Peter was nothing more than clay in her hands. She could easily mold him into whatever form she desired. But what did she desire from him. She had only begun this game because there was little else of real interest for her to do here. He was nothing more than a distraction from her boredom really. She could easily destroy his entire life...if that was what she wanted to do.

She had tried to be normal and immediately gave up on it when it just proved to be too boring for her, and here she was using this boy to entertain herself. She really didn't care about Peter or his feelings...didn't she? Why was she keeping the kid gloves on with him? She should relish breaking him apart, but she found herself hesitating whenever the opportunity arose. Worse, she offered him chances to avoid the worst repercussions of her games.

Had this stupid ridiculous little boy gotten to her...her...Cassandra Delacourt...she who chewed up and spat out lovers without a second thought? No, no, she was Cassandra Delacourt, damn it. She would show him and herself. She was and always had been the brutal monster of the story, never the Disney princess in need of rescue. She would show him.

He was currently being magnificently brutish with her. Every thrust of his hips slammed into her buttocks rocking her body with bruising force. She could feel the friction of the felt table's surface against her swaying nipples and elbows and knees. His cock was relentless plowing her ass with an awesome primal ferocity.

"I hate your filthy fucking ass," He growled out gruffly, "I fucking hate y-"

Time was running out in more ways than one. They were under a minute on the stopwatch and by the frenetic thrusting...the hitch in his heavy breathing...well if anyone did, she knew the signs of a man who was close to orgasming, and Peter too was on his final countdown. Wouldn't it be such great fun to force him to blow with only seconds to spare? Then she could make him miserable as she raped his friend in front of him. It wouldn't be too hard she could easily force him to blow whenever she wanted, but...

...But again she hesitated on the decision to do that. Why? Was she getting soft?

Her hesitation cost her the chance however as the seconds on the stopwatch wound down from three and two and one and finally zero, and immediately His body tensed and he roared out as she felt the mighty battering ram assailing her asshole swell and gush. He came shot after shot into her bowels as he pulled her hips back tight against bellowing out, "Cum you fucking bitch!"

She looked over her shoulder back at him as he continued, "Cum for me Cassandra. With my cock up your ass. My fucking prize, yeah?"

Her lip curled into a devious grin even as Pete's hand grabbed her by the hair and brutishly pulled her up curled against his body to stare into his eyes as he demanded of her, "Cum you bitch."

Staring into his eyes her body began to quake and tremble. She inhaled in stuttered breaths eyelids fluttering. She moaned out soft mewling gasps, "Oh Pete...ohhh...fuck...ohhh...yesss."

When he was done he slipped out of her ass and lay atop his father's pool table catching his breath and basking in the afterglow. She slipped off the table and padded back upstairs to the downstairs bathroom. She turned the fawcet and water began raining down from the showerhead. She stepped inside letting the hot water wash over her and began humming a tune. His mother's soap smelled like gardenias but was smooth and soothing on her skin.

Cassandra left the door open in case Pete wanted to join her.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

Pete lay back on the pool table and watched Cassandra slip out of the room. She'd cum for him. Hadn't she? His cock in her ass after a brutal fuck. She'd cum, all shaking and bucking and doe-eyed and soft voiced. Uncannily soft for Cassandra, he thought.

Yes, she'd cum. He'd made her cum. An anal orgasm.

Pete smiled to himself, his hand on his cock. hard and greasy with her anal juices. He'd made a woman cum with his cock in her ass. It made him want to laugh, to jump up, to run to the bathroom or wherever she'd gone and do it all again, make the fucking slut beg for him, beg for his cock inside her, bang it into her, hard, fast, make her cum, again and again. Ha!

He raised his head and looked down at his cock, proudly pointing at the ceiling. He never wanted it to go down. He was his cock and his cock was him. Long and hard, red and glistening. Fucking Jesus, it was beautiful, cum-maker, ass-destroyer. His beautiful fucking cock.

Pete stroked himself again. He wanted to cum again, but there was nothing there. Not for the moment. What was Cassandra doing? He heard the downstairs shower run.

Slowly he raised himself and swung his legs over the side of the pool table. They'd made a mess, a great sticky pool of cum and grease and who knew what. Would it clean up? Did he fucking care?

Pete stood, stretched, looked down at his cock, still proud, pointing at the open door now. He imagined Cassandra in the shower, the water running over her naked body, into the crevices and over the holes he'd used, he'd stretched, he'd opened wide and been inside, her hands probing where she was sore maybe, where he'd been, remembering him, his girth, his length, the brutality of his fucking, how he'd made her cum. That's what she's thinking, he thought. He was sure of it.

He skipped down the stairs, at the bottom before he realized not to seem too needy, too anxious. She'd left the door of the bathroom open. Steam filled the hallway. Water splashed. He stopped at the door ready to peek inside, hard again, maybe not ready to cum, but so hard he craved the relief of the friction of the inside of her body, the unexpected tightness of her well-used ass, the pushback when she reacted to him, and then the ease of pushing harder and further, flesh in sweaty flesh.

Pete touched the end of his cock. Hard and proud. He sniffed his fingers. The smell of her ass, her shitter, the inside of her body. Earthy and foul and powerfully arousing. Fuck it, he wanted her again. So bad. So fucking bad.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

When he was done he slipped out of her ass and lay atop his father's pool table catching his breath and basking in the afterglow. She slipped off the table and padded back upstairs to the downstairs bathroom. She turned the fawcet and water began raining down from the showerhead. She stepped inside letting the hot water wash over her and began humming a tune. His mother's soap smelled like gardenias but was smooth and soothing on her skin.

Cassandra left the door open in case Pete wanted to join her.

It wasn't long before Pete showed up. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching her, just watching like a voyeur. His cock was still raging hard fresh from flooding her asshole with a fresh load of semen not but twenty minutes prior. Such recuperative prowess was astounding...perhaps one of the things that most intrigued her about her new young lover.

Cassandra smiled turning so the water made the suds of soap run down from her chest and over the swell of her breasts, and down her flat stomach to her shaved sex before sluicing down to the shower's drain. She continued showering acting as if she had no idea he was there but drawing out each action to be the most seductive. This seemed to mesmerize him in place. Making that still raging erection throb in hunger for her body once more.

She washed each leg making him admire how long and sexy they were. Washing her hair making him note the arch of her back and the flare of hips and ass. Her hands wandered up her sides and over her breasts, down to the curve of a buttock, and then to her pussy. With him watching she began to toy with herself.

His go to before was always so aggressive, and she did enjoy being manhandled, but it would get old so very fast if sexual aggression was all Peter was ever capable of in their games. Perhaps it was time to test her young lover's ability to change tactics.

Her eyes opened to look through the glass of the shower to lock with his eyes. She opened the shower door just a crack. Her other hand reached out and curled a finger for him to come inside with her.

When Pete complied she told him, "This game will challenge you Peter. You told me how much you hate me. Your roughness and aggression and anger so far has convinced me of that, but do you have what it takes to do the opposite with me. To love me even though you so deeply despise me."

She reached up to cup his chin and draw him in for a kiss. It wasn't hard or fierce. There was no aggression to it at all. This kiss was soft, tender, loving. She pulled away adding. "This game you will use your hands and finger and lips and tongue to bring me to orgasm, but..." Her hand drifted down to brush his hard throbbing erection. "...Never your cock in this game."

She stepped forward curling her arms around his shoulders and looking up into his eyes. "Lie to me. Tell me how much you love me, not just with words," She tenderly stroked his cheek like a lover would. "But with your actions. Make me believe you even though it's a lie."

She stepped back from him maintaining contact until the hot water ran down her body once more. "You have three strikes. You go over three and you're out, Peter."

"If you win this game, if you make me believe you love me..." She continued, "Then you'll earn the best blowjob of your life and another reward when Ethan arrives here."

She raised her arms for him to join her, "Now come to me and make a believer out of me."

 

[coastalmammal]

Awesome piece of work. I applaud you people.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

She was standing in the shower, water coursing, steam billowing. He stood and watched, holding his cock, showing it to her, till hard, still proud, ready to fuck her again.

She turned for him, the water and the soap outlining her breasts and her navel and then her pussy before running down her legs to the tiles. He could feel the precum on his palm, the ache, not just in his cock, in every cell of his body.

She washed her legs for him, her hair, turning slowly, letting him view her naked and wet, alluringly close. And then when he knew it was time to decide, she opened the shower door and beckoned to him to join her. He did as she commanded, feeling meek, unsmiling, only his cock out front.

Another game. Here in the shower. Where she was wet, and he was wet and hard. When he just wanted to finger her, open her up, punch his cock inside her, cum inside her, make her feel him big and hard, then do it all over again.

Hate her? Love her? Despise her? Pete heard what Cassandra said, but at first her words didn't register. Words were no substitute for fucking.

She kissed him. He tasted the soap on her face. She was gentle with him. Her lack of aggression surprised him. Somehow he'd already decided fucking Cassandra was always about going hard, going deep, going all out or all in or whatever....

Pete kissed Cassandra back. It was as nice as it was somehow ambivalent, like playing for time, like the way his girlfriend Anna waited for people to leave the room before letting him kiss her properly. But with Anna it was shyness and reserve and coy uncertainty. With Cassandra it was a game. He'd watched her kiss on film. He'd watched her kiss and fuck. The way she kissed on film was just as brutal and lustful as the way she fucked. This was different. Pete realized gradually that he was intrigued.

"This game you will use your hands and finger and lips and tongue to bring me to orgasm," Cassandra said. Pete felt her hand playing softly with his cock. "but...never your cock in this game."

Never your cock. Fuck.

Before he could process what she wanted, Cassandra was hugging him. "Tell me you love me," she said. "Make me believe you."

Fuck it. Like Anna. Worse than Anna. She was always talking like that. I love you, he'd reply, but she never believed him. Never let him touch her except on the outside of what she was wearing. Never let him fuck her. Never!

"You have three strikes," Cassandra was saying. Pete tried to concentrate. Cassandra and Anna and their fucking games. He felt like he did every time Anna lifted his hand away from her crotch, every time she denied him, every time she led him on. He felt like that time when they swam in the pastor's pool and good little Christian Anna wore the skimpiest bikini he'd ever seen. Even the pastor stepped away from the BBQ to look at her. The pastor and all the guys at the party. They were all looking at his girlfriend, undressing her with their eyes, lusting after her unspoiled Christian body, her unpenetrated Christian cunt. She'd hugged him in the pool, then swum away. She got him hard. So hard when the meat was cooked he couldn't climb out. He wanted to touch her, right there in front of all those searching eyes. My girlfriend. My fuck. My cunt, you fuckers. And then later, when she'd waited for them all to leave and it was just he and Anna in the pool, she'd hugged him again. And he'd tugged at her bikini, kissed her hard, pinched her nipples. And she'd screamed and climbed out of the pool. The fucking cock tease. Thank Christ the pastor's daughter, home from college, had found him and climbed into the pool and sucked his cock. Fuck Anna. Fuck!

Cassandra was speaking again.

"...if you make me believe you love me, then you'll earn the best blowjob of your life and another reward when Evan arrives here."

Evan. She'd called him? Pete couldn't remember.

So Cassandra wanted him to bring her to orgasm without using his cock. Easy fucking peasy! But make her believe he loved her? Hmmm. What the fuck?

"Honey," he said, pulling her towards him, already confused about what to do and say next. "Honey...."

Pete pushed his tongue inside Cassandra's mouth and let his hand drop to her hips. This was going to take all his skills, all his smart thinking, all his finesse. What skills, what smart thinking, what finesse? The fucking stupid voice in his head was too fucking loud.

"Honey....." Pete drew back as he lowered his mouth to Cassandra's breasts. Let's get you fucked so I can get a blowjob and that reward, he thought taking her left breast between his lips, whatever the fuck it is.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"If you win this game, if you make me believe you love me..." She continued, "Then you'll earn the best blowjob of your life and another reward when Ethan arrives here."

She raised her arms for him to join her, "Now come to me and make a believer out of me."

Pete looked contemplative, thinking over his strategy for the game, for a long moment before he acted. He reached forward gently pulling her in close to his naked body. "Honey..."

Her breasts pressed into her young lover's chest his rock hard cock trapped against her stomach repeating the word, "Honey..." She looked up as the water rained down over them both. He leaned in his head offering her his lips. She met his lips with hers.

She had to give him some credit. Peter's kiss was not forceful or aggressive. Instead, it was sweet and tender and slow allowing her to melt against him. As her lips parted to allow his tongue to enter and caress hers her arms curled over his shoulders wrists crossed at the back of his neck as the sensual kiss continued.

"Mmmmm" She murmured against his lips like liquid pleasure.

Poor kid, he clearly had little experience making love to a girl, but he was sincerely trying. Cassandra wondered if Anna, Pete's girlfriend had allowed him such free reign of her body. She wouldn't bet on it from the apparent lack of skill he was showing.

"Honey..." He said once more this time in a silken whisper as he pulled away to gaze upon his older lover. His hand traced up her body to cup and lift up one breast so he could bend down and kiss and lick the swell of her flesh around her areola.

To this she leaned her head back directly into the spray of the shower and letting out a sweet sweet moan. He was certainly doing his best here. Cassandra was well pleased so far. This arched her back pressing her breasts out on offering for him.

Peter was doing well in this game, not from skill, but from sincerity in action. It would be interesting and arousing to find out how well he progressed in this game. He still had three strikes to burn after all.

"Good start, lover," She mused dreamily, "Now make me believe you."

 

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IC: Pete Tranter

'Honey....' Pete mulled on the word. It would have to do. It had come into his head without thinking and he'd said it. A luvvy duvvy word which was what Cassandra somehow wanted from him. Luvvy duvvy. Where the fuck had that phrase come from?

They were kissing now, water streaming over their bodies, her breasts pressing into him. Pete tried his best to do what she wanted. It was another test, he knew. Another fucking test. But he didn't want this to end, not yet anyway, and that meant doing what Cassandra asked him to. And that was OK too. He wanted to fuck. She wanted to kissed and well...brought to orgasm without his cock. Sure. How hard was that? Women did to each other on film all the time without cocks.

Pete felt Cassandra murmur as she kissed him, her lips vibrating against his. It felt nice, but nice wasn't really enough. Not when he'd just been fucking her up the ass on the pool table. But that was Cassandra or porn or his lot or whatever. She was in charge, he decided. He could take her if he wanted to, but then he would lose. And kissing in the shower...well, it was more than Anna ever gave him.

He ran a hand over Cassandra's breasts and then bent to kiss them. She moaned and for a moment Pete had to think why. 'Did I do that?' But of course.

She was thrusting her body at him, her breasts pointing at him, as she bent back from the waist so that her breasts were proudly prominent against his mouth.

"Good start, lover," she said, almost sounding semi conscious.

Women, he mused for no obvious reason. So Cassandra liked having her breasts kissed. Maybe Anna would too if she'd fucking let him. The pastor's daughter did, not that she spent much time at breasts, but pretty much wanted to fuck from the get go. But breasts were nice, he guessed, letting his tongue outline Cassandra's nipples and the soft brown flesh surrounding them. He was trying to remember the name for it from sex education classes at school. Not that the teachers talked about kissing breasts. That was more a porn thing. A locker room thing. All the guys talked about kissing breasts, but how many had fucked a pornstar? And in the ass?

"Now make me believe you."

Pete only half heard Cassandra, concentrating hard as he was on tracing the outline of her breasts with his tongue, trying to make her moan again. 'Now make me believe you' was a challenge, however dreamily she said it. Now make me believe what? That he loved her? That's what she said. Didn't she? 'Make me believe you love me.' It would earn him a prize. A blowjob. The best fucking blowjob of his life. And some unspecified reward when Evan arrived. Cassandra had texted Evan. On his phone, he remembered. But what the fuck had she said? And when was he coming over? Soon? Today? Later? And she had to believe he loved her before then? Or he had to believe that she believed....fuck! He just wanted to fuck? With his fucking cock? And Cassandra said no cock. Fuck! What the fuck was wrong with her? Too much fucking maybe? Too much porn? Like he watched too much porn except Cassandra wasn't watching it, but was in it. Maybe it was tiring...well of course it was. He was a bit tired and sore, but not so tired and sore that he didn't want to fuck. Not yet. Maybe not ever. If there was a limit to how many times he could stick his cock into Cassandra's ass, Pete wanted to find out.

But make her believe him? Pete struggled to think how he would even know he'd succeeded, let alone how to get there. I mean, he thought, if at some point I say 'I love you Cassandra', and she says 'I believe you, Pete', would that be it? It hardly sounded plausible let alone achievable.

And all the while he was thinking, Pete was forgetting her breasts and his tongue.