Midsex:
Darren pinned Michelle up against the wall outside the fraternity house. She had been waiting there since her classes ended, wearing a leopard dress that hung off of one shoulder creating an asymmetry of skin until ending just above her black leggings.
Darren thought Michelle was through with him after she saw him with Dawn, but as her tongue wrestled his aggressively, he guessed she just couldn’t get him out of her head. Not that he was complaining. Dawn had rehearsal after classes anyway, so she wasn’t coming over. So if Michelle wanted him this bad, why not have his fun?
Michelle and Darren made out as they went inside, leaving a trail of clothing behind them as they ascended the stairs. They were completely naked by the time they got to the top.
“You dropped your phone,” Michelle said, handing it to him as they went into his bedroom.
“Oh, thanks. I guess,” Darren said, following her in.
The foreplay lasted longer than Darren ever remembered Michelle taking. Though her kisses were deep, and her pussy was dripping, she was stroking his cock so agonizingly slow, he thought she was gonna make him cum before he even got a chance to be inside her. But as if like magic, Michelle always managed to do something to keep him from tipping over just as he approached the edge. One time he was about to cum when she changed the direction of her strokes and it went away. A few times she loosened her grip just enough for the edge to slowly recede back inside of him. And more times than Darren could count, his approaching release was cut short by Michelle’s fist clipping one of his nuts during a downstroke, sending blurs into his vision, and a building nausea into his stomach.
After a while, Michelle rolled the two of them over on the bed, and in a flash shot her knee into Darren’s balls.
“OH GOD!” Darren screamed before going fetal.
“Oh Darren, did you cum already?” Michelle asked in mock disappointment.
“No,” Darren braced an elbow against the bed. “I don’t think I’m in danger of cumming for a while after that.”
Michelle bit her lip, “well get ready, because I’ve been needing a good railing.” Michelle got on her hands and knees, and began arching her back, sticking her butt high into the air.
Darren’s balls hurt, but how was he going to say no to that ass? He got up on shaky knees and rubbed his dick between Michelle’s buttcheeks. It had gone soft after the knee.
“Aw, whats the matter? Not attracted to me anymore?” Michelle pouted, moving her hips up and down so her ass rubbed against Darren’s girth penis, already starting to reharden.
“Absolutely not,” Darren laughed. “You just got my balls pretty bad.”
Michelle reached back and started stroking his dick through her legs. “Well, let’s see what I can do about that.”
She rubbed his dick slowly and teasingly for several minutes, before guiding the tip to the cleft of her labia. “Ready?”
“You bet your sweet little ass I am,” Darren said.
He thrusted forward but before her could get anymore than his cock head into Michelle’s pussy, the grip she had on his dick slid to his balls and her grip tightened. Not enough to take him out of the moment, but enough that he couldn’t move unless she wanted him to.
“Uh uh. I control the pace tonight.”
They went at it for over 20 minutes, with Michelle moving slowly and twisting her cunt when she wanted to spike Darren’s pleasure. Her own pleasure was building. Darren had a great cock, and with Michelle’s guidance, and his balls as leverage, she could ensure he used it to great affect. She bit her lip as her body started filling with pleasure. He grip lessened slightly, allowing Darren to thrust harder. “Oh, I’m close!”
“Me too!”
Michelle tightened her grip again, making Darren grunt. “Not yet.” She stared in his eyes trembling herself as she pulled his balls towards her, forcing his cock deeper inside her, pressing against her G spot. “OOOOOOOOH how I’ve missed this cock.”
“Then why’d you leave it?” Darren grunted. His smile started to fade as Michelle’s grip continued to tighten to an uncomfortable degree.
“Are you serious?” Michelle’s voice turned dark, but still full of pleasure. “After you cheated on me. I couldn’t come crawling back to you after that. Even if this is the best sex I have ever had.”
“But you did come crawling back. Hey, mind loosening your grip a little?”
“Oh, I’m only doing this for revenge.”
“Revenge? GUH!” Darren’s eyes exploded wide.
“Ooooh,” Michelle said with deliberate slowness to her words, dragging out each syllable. “Is that loose enough for you?”
“It’s- it’s tighter,” he could hardly speak.
“Oops, wrong way.” He shook in her grip, but she continued to speak slowly. “What was I saying again?” She paused for an agonizingly long time before slowly saying “oh ya. Revenge.”
“Can’t breathe,” he leaned on top of Michelle for support.
“I didn’t say top,” Michelle said, before she tugged his balls forwards and backwards again, aggressively steering his dick to help her approach orgasm.
“This is your plan? To make me have sex with you? What kind of revenge is that? Besides didn’t you already get me when you saw me in the cafeteria?”
“Not everything is about you, Darren,” Michelle said, gripping the covers with one hand as her other guided Darren far into her most sensitive crevices.
“Then who-“
“DARREN WHAT THE FUCK!” An angry blonde voice yelled behind them.”
Just as planned, Darren hadn’t noticed Michelle leave the door wide open.
“Dawn?” Darren asked.
“Dawn,” Michelle said.
“YOU BASTARD!”
Dawn’s foot rocketed into Darren’s balls, trapped at the end of his scrotum by Michelle’s grip, leaving them nowhere to hide. The kick sent Darren thrusting hard into Michelle.
“OOOOH MY GOD!” Michelle came like she never came before. Shaking all over Darren’s cock, though still gripping his balls tight enough to keep him from cumming. Michelle slumped onto the bed, letting go of Darren. “Oh yeah.”
Darren fell to the ground, with his angry girlfriend standing over him.
“Darren what the hell?”
“I thought you were at rehearsal,” was all he could manage to say.
Dawn was not impressed. “I was until I got your text.”
“Text?”
“The one telling me to come here right away.”
“I didn’t send any text-“ Darren said before he remembered the last person who had touched his phone.
“Oops,” Michelle said, getting off the bed in a relaxed catlike manner. “Did I send that?”
The two women stared each other down. Michelle somehow having all the confidence despite having none of the clothes.
“What the hell bitch, I thought we were square.” Dawn complained.
“You honestly believed that? Well I guess I shouldn’t be surprised if you’re dumb enough to believe the guy you cheated on wouldn’t cheat on you. Though I guess it takes an even dumber person to think the girl you cheated on would just jump back into bed with you without an ulterior motive. I guess you morons deserve each other. Anyway, now we’re even bitch.”
Michelle bent to grab her panties, but Dawn put her foot on them. “You’re not leaving here with your clothes.”
“A small price to pay,” Michelle smiled, secretly embarrassed but not wanting Dawn to know that. “Toodles!”
Michelle whistled happily as she walked out of the room, she put on her bravest face as she left the frat house completely naked.
Dawn turned her head back to Darren.
“Babe, help me up.” He pleaded, holding out his hand.
“Oh I’ll help you up,” Dawn said. But instead of his hand, she grabbed one leg in each hand, pulling them up and out in a V-shape.
“Uh, Dawn?”
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
Dawn stomped down on Darren’s balls with her foot. Then before he could scream, she did it again. And again. Stomp after stomp after stomp punctuated by the sounds of his pain.
“OUCH! OOF! OH! AH! OOP! OW! STOP!”