All That Most Maddens and Torments

Jennifer grinned as she stood between Kurt’s legs as she thought about pulling out his cock. She imagined it all swollen and stiff, for her. She licked her lips, imagining how it might stretch her…but this wasn’t about that. No, this wasn’t about getting another glimpse of the hot young cock she’d seen down by the lake, all tight and thick. It wasn’t even about boosting her ego, not entirely, and getting a peak at a real cock, just to tide her over after several months without any sex at all. This was about Kurt.

He wanted to look at her and insist that didn’t want to fuck her. That was insulting. This lingerie alone would make most guys trip over themselves to be with her. He claimed he was mature now and he was over her. Well, she’d show him how a real adult handles these types of situations. If his mouth wouldn’t betray his true feelings, his body would. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bent down closer.

“This isn’t about who wants who more,” Jennifer said softly, her lips hovering near to his, then dancing off to the side, her gentle, warm breaths tickling his cheek. “I asked you, if I was standing right in front of you, wearing this lingerie, would you still be able to say you didn’t want me? Not that I wanted you more. So, do you…want me?”

“O-only if you want me,” Kurt gasped, her lips next to his ear as she slid her hands up from his shoulders, gliding over his neck and trailing her fingers through the short hair at the back of his head. “I-I told you, I don’t want women who don’t want me anyone.”

“Is that so? Then if I say I don’t want you, that you’re too young for me, that it would never work between us…” Jennifer cooed, leaning over further and dangling her heavy, medium sized breasts in front of the young man. Usually they might have hung a little lower, but the tight mesh held them up and made them look fuller and rounder and absolutely delectable. She smiled when she saw Kurt’s eyes drop immediately to them, before whispering in his ear again, “…you obviously wouldn’t want me?”

“Ah-actions speak louder than w-words,” Kurt countered, struggling to think straight with Jennifer’s breasts jiggling in front of his eyes and her nails raking along the back of his neck. He gulped and licked his lips as he ogled her tits, squeezed into full orb shapes by the constriction of the body stocking, naked directly beneath the mesh, her erect nipples poking out through the gaps. For months after Jennifer’s rejection, every girl he saw naked, he wondered how Jennifer’s tits compared. Now here they were before him and all he wanted to do was bury his face between them, to kiss and lick and suckle, and damn this game that meant he couldn’t. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t let her win. “You c-can say you don’t w-want me, but you’re…you’re the one with your hands all over me.”

“A mature man such as yourself should be able to handle a little light touching. That is, if me not wanting you means you don’t want me. I could understand how this might be too much for someone who was still infatuated with me.” Jennifer straightened up, her breasts rising up and looking even buxom still, her hands gripping his neck as she brought her knees up on to the bed, one at either side of Kurt’s hips. “But I agree. Actions do speak louder than words.”

The hot blonde ranger brought her hands around to Kurt’s shoulders again, holding firmly to his toned muscles to balance herself. Her knees sunk into the mattress, her back straight, pressing her breasts in close to his chest as her mound hovered above his lap. Flipping her hair to one side and biting her lip, she lowered herself, slowly. She pushed back, dropping her ass down, her tits sliding down over his chest, feeling her hard nipples against him, almost enough to make her moan, but she was able to hold it in. She stopped when she felt his bulge poke against her panties, the damp gusset squishing lightly against the pressure.

“Oh? What’s this?” Jennifer asked, faking naivety, and then with the sternest voice she could muster at a time like this, she said, “Kurt Johnson, tell me what that hard thing that’s poking me is immediately.”

“Are…are you serious?” Kurt gaped, the breath catching in his throat as his dick throbbed at the feeling of her pussy so close, even with the layers of shorts and underwear between them. “You know exactly what it is.”

“Tell me,” she said, pulling her face away and looking at him with eyes his mom used when he complained about his chores. Subtly and slowly, she grounded her hips back against him, briefly separating his quivering member from her mound, and then reuniting them, once again only just touching. Just enough so he could get a hint of what she might feel like, her heat, her wetness but without enough pressure to really get herself going. “Tell me or I’ll get off.”

She knew it was risky. If he refused, she either had to get off and end the game, which mean he would win. She’d be all riled up, but he’d have kept his promise to control himself. If he refused and she didn’t get off, he still won, because she’d have all but admitted that she wanted him first. The only way to win was for him to agree, and tell her his cock was hard. Then she could get off anytime she wanted, because she’d have won. Or, she could stay on and really rub it in…the win…she meant…the win…

Kurt groaned as her hips rolled in small, gentle circles but it was enough to have her panty-clad pussy rubbing against the head of his cock through his shorts. Even with all these layers and the fact that he’d fucked Victoria, twice in short succession, not so long ago, he was still feverishly hard. It was Jennifer White. She was like his Moby Dick. He’d given up all hope of ever being with her, but the truth was, if there was a chance to capture this epic beauty, there was no way he wasn’t going to dive into the ocean after her. He just didn’t want to admit that to her. He’d lost enough dignity and respect the first time, begging after her like child. But…it wasn’t like telling her he had erection was like telling her he loved her or anything.

“It’s my dick,” Kurt growled resignedly, his hands moving to her legs, and gliding along the mesh, wishing he could feel her skin directly beneath his fingertips. He brought them up and held her hips, following their soft, small motions as her pussy moved back and forth over his tip. “It’s my hard dick.”

Jennifer smirked as she lowered her face to his, resting her forehead on his, nose nudging the other, their lips close. Their ragged breaths mingled in-between while Jennifer brought her hands up to cup his face. “Yeesss.” she sighed, pushing her ass back against his cock a little harder. “And what does that mean?”

“N-nothing.” Kurt was still adamant, stubborn. “I am a man. A sexy woman dresses in lingerie for me, straddles me and grinds up on my dick. Of course, I’m gonna get hard. It doesn’t mean I have to fuck her.”

“No one said anything about having to do anything,” Jennifer sang, smugly, her low, husky voice dancing over his lips. “But, you want to, don’t you? You want to fuck me, want to fuck this pussy.”

With those words she pushed her hips back, harder again. She dragged her mound, her slick, wet panties leaving a trail of wetness, agonisingly slow over his bulge, but applying more pressure, just enough so that he could feel his cockhead beginning to part her pussy lips through her panties, beginning to wedge her panties between her labia.

He gritted his teeth, his fingers pressing into her skin as he withstood the **** on his cockhead. He just had to hold on long enough for her pussy to pass over his tip and then he knew she would lift her hips away, giving him a brief reprieve until she rolled her hips and started the torturous teasing stroke all over again. But with the added depth and **** of her grinding, her pussy never left his dick, instead his cockhead slid up further and knocked against clit. The unexpected nudge against her sensitive nub made Jennifer exhale sharply. The burst of pleasure from between her legs caused her to instinctively buck against his cock. His natural reflex was to thrust back, pressing themselves tighter together.

“N-no,” Kurt growled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“N-no?” Jennifer's uneven voice echoed in shock. Another tremor of pleasure rippled through her body as Kurt’s cock remained held against her clit. She brought her lips back to his ear, his face nuzzling into her collarbone. “Y-you don’t want to…f-fuck me?”

“N-no!” Kurt lied, firm and unyielding.

“R-really?” She chuckled to herself. Using all of her will power, she repositioned the legs, bringing her knees in closer to his hips as she **** herself up. She rose off his cock, hovering again, and leaving a small space between them. Immediately, Kurt’s cock flinched, searching for her, straightening up rigidly. This tip tapped against her panties, and Jennifer smiled into his face. “I think mister down there would disagree.”

Kurt snarled like a wounded animal. He was losing. His defence was weakening, and his body was betraying his desire. All he could say now was ‘no’, a statement that was rapidly losing any sense of strength or meaning with every repeated, breathless use. He really did want to fuck her. Maybe it was worth losing the game if he could finally land the object of his obsession that had hounded and haunted him this past year. No matter how many girls he fucked, the memory of Jennifer’s rejection had dwelt heavy on his heart…until he came to the cabin. Perhaps it was fate, that this time he was the one with the power to reject her.