Lena's Little Revenge

The timer read a good twenty minutes when the nerd knelt behind her again.

Lena was still lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy open and heavy from the two loads that were already inside her and slowly oozing out. The blond guy was lying next to her, his semi-soft cock in her hand. She jerked him off slowly, spitting on the head of his cock every now and then and spreading the saliva with her thumb, while the nerd penetrated her again.

Unprotected. Again. The veins—she felt them immediately, or perhaps she imagined it so intensely that it made no difference. The shaft glided through the creamy mixture of cum and her own wetness, stretching her, filling her. Lena moaned loudly and looked into the front-facing camera.

“Harder,” she demanded. Her voice was hoarse but clear. “I want to feel you cum inside me. And you,” she turned her head toward the blond guy, “stay hard. I’ll get you hard again while he fucks me.”

She took the blond guy into her mouth, sucked deeply, letting her swollen lips close tightly around the shaft. At the same time, the nerd thrust harder. The thrusts grew wet and loud. Cum from the previous loads squelched out with every thrust and dripped onto the sheets. Lena worked on both of them: her mouth on one, her pussy on the other. She really pushed them to their limits.

“Come on,” she murmured around the cock. “You’ve got Viagra. Use it. Fuck me hard. I want another load. And another.”

The nerd groaned and thrust deeper. The blond guy got hard again under her tongue and hand. She switched, taking the nerd into her mouth while the blond fucked her from the side. Then the other way around again. The cameras were rolling. Lena posed deliberately—legs spread, breasts exposed, her face turned toward the lenses again and again. She moaned louder than necessary, making the sounds wet and greedy.

Around the forty-minute mark, the nerd came for the third time. Deep inside her. He stayed inside and pumped his third load into her. Lena felt the pulsing, the veins thickening once more, and came herself—violently, her pussy sucking rhythmically, milking him dry until he slipped out, twitching. A thick, creamy gush followed.

The blond guy followed shortly after. Lena had just taken him back into her mouth when he groaned and came—this time on her tongue and swollen lips. She swallowed, showed the white goo to the camera, and let the rest run down her chin.

Then it was over.

Both cocks went soft. Despite the Viagra. Despite all the sucking and stroking.

Lena sat up on her knees, looked at the two limp, glistening, exhausted cocks, and laughed.

Loudly.

“Oh,” she said, tapping her finger against Mia’s brother’s limp cock. “Look at that. After forty minutes. Three loads each. And now… these things are asleep.”

She took the blond guy’s soft cock in her hand, lifted it up, then let it dangle again. Then the nerd’s. Neither of them reacted much.

“Mocking costs extra,” she sneered and turned around. She got down on all fours, stuck her ass up in the air, and spread her cheeks with both hands so the cameras could clearly see her tight, virgin entrance. “So what about the bet now? Was I louder or not?”

The blond guy reached for his cell phone, unlocked it, and held the screen up to the camera.

“Ninety-one decibels,” he said. His voice sounded strained.

Lena stared at the number for a moment. She was briefly shocked. Ninety-one. She’d lost the bet. Her virgin ass was now up for grabs.

Then she looked back at the two limp cocks.

Each had cum three times. All the sucking, all the stroking, all the licking—nothing helped anymore. The things stayed soft. It was uncomfortable for the guys. Visibly so.

Lena felt a sense of confidence welling up inside her. She laughed again, this time more deeply, and looked directly into the front-facing camera.

“Film that too,” she said clearly. “Already too far gone and done after forty minutes? Wimpy dicks. I’m curious what your sister will say about her wimpy brother. Should I get some cards, or do you want some warm milk?”

The two of them got angry. The nerd grabbed his dick and jerked off hard; the blond did the same. Nothing. Not even a proper twitch. Mia’s brother at least managed to get semi-hard—thick enough to feel heavy in his hand, but not hard enough to even begin to open Lena’s tight ass. He pressed the head of his cock against her virgin entrance, pushed, and failed. The tip slipped off.

Lena felt the attempt and laughed again.

“Ten minutes left,” she said, glancing at the timer. Then she turned her head over her shoulder and wiggled her ass seductively, her cheeks still spread apart. “Is that it? Can I go take a shower… or do you guys want to go again?”

She held the pose, her tight, untouched entrance on display for the cameras and the two limp cocks.

“Oh, by the way,” she added, her voice suddenly very calm. “I filmed it too. With my webcam. The resolution isn’t that great, but you’re clearly recognizable… If you publish that footage… I’ll publish mine. Of two limp dicks giving out after forty minutes. Despite Viagra. Despite cumming three times. Despite everything.”

She smiled at the camera, her ass still stuck high in the air, her pussy dripping from three loads, her virgin entrance tight and out of reach.

The two of them stared at her. Angry. Helpless. Soft.

The timer kept ticking.

Ten minutes.

Lena stayed on all fours for another moment, her ass up, her pussy dripping, the tight entrance thrust out toward the two limp cocks. Then she sat up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at the two of them.

Her voice was calm, but cutting.

“Sex is something you do together. You make it enjoyable for both of you. That way, you can spend hours in bed without one of you getting sore or the other just collapsing. But you’re just cheap jackhammers. Boys. Not men.”

She stood up. Cum was running down the inside of her thighs and dripping onto the floor. She made no move to wipe it away. Instead, she reached for the negligee; she didn’t put it on, but just held it casually in her hand.

“I’m going to take a shower now. Get out. And be gone by the time I get out of the shower.”

She left.

The bathroom door clicked shut. The water started running.

The two of them sat there for a moment. The nerd stared at his limp dick, then at the cameras. The blond turned them off one by one. They weren’t satisfied. Yes, they’d fucked her raw. Three times each. They’d filmed it. She’d gone along with it, willingly, greedily, loudly. But they hadn’t gotten her ass. And they weren’t entitled to it anyway. Yes, she’d reached 91 decibels—but the timer had already run out by then.

Maybe it was karma. They packed up without a word. By the time the water was already rushing down the drain in the bathroom, they were outside. The apartment door closed quietly behind them.

In the shower, Lena let the hot water run over her. Cum and saliva and her own wetness ran down the insides of her thighs and disappeared down the drain. She braced herself against the tiles with both hands.

Part of her enjoyed it despite everything. The images she imagined—how she’d put on a show, how she’d moaned and sucked and let them cum all over her while the cameras rolled. The power she’d had in the end, when she’d laughed at the two of them and sent them away.

Lena turned off the water. She was still wet between her legs, still full inside. Three loads. Unprotected. She had to get something now to deal with the cum inside her.

And she was going to have a serious talk with her angel. She braced herself against the tiles with both hands and checked how she felt.

Reduced inhibitions. Definitely.

Her nipples were more sensitive than usual. Even the stream of water was enough to make them hard and send a tugging sensation all the way down to her lower abdomen. And her clit… hypersensitive. Every touch from the washcloth was too much and, at the same time, not enough. There was an urge, as if something were missing.

Her exhibitionist streak. The desire to show off. The willingness to take risks. No weakness, no coincidence. None of this was normal.

She knew it.

Even though she’d just enjoyed the sensitivity. Even though she’d snapped at the two of them—it had still been wonderful. The cameras. The stares. The knowledge that she was being filmed while she let herself be taken bare for the first time. While she felt every vein. While she came and milked him and demanded more.