Give Jessica a taste of her own medicine

You are John Smith, a 21 year old college student. Your eyes blink open slowly. You have a terrible headache, which you’d guess you got from all the **** you drank at the party last night. You also have a terrible backache, which you’d guess you got from having your pelvis hammered into the cement floor under your ass by a blackmailing bitch. In the darkness, you can’t see a thing, but you can feel something warm on top of you. Something wet too. As you lay there in the dark you can start to remember how you got here. Jessica jackhammering away on your dick. You trying in vain to warn her that you were about to cum. Desperately trying not to cum even as she came hard on you, two maybe three times? Both of you passing out, exhausted, in a messy pile of flesh where you lay.

You feel her shift on top of you, a leg wrapping around yours and her face pressing against your chest. It’s enough movement to set the motion sensor off and the light buzzes into life above you. You’re blinded by it, lifting a leadened hand up to protect your sensitive eyes. You look down and see Jessica drooling against your chest, her arms around you in an embrace, her legs splayed out over you.

“How the fuck did you turn around in your sleep.” You grunt. Jessica nods her head in her sleep. Her pussy clenches against your softened member inside her. You feel your leg twitch alive.

“I wunt wou,” Jessica mutters, softly grinning. You blink at her.

“What the fuck.” You mutter back, resting your head on your shirt. You know she’s probably deep in her own head, but her saying something so saccharine is jarring coming from the royal bitch she was being to you when she was awake. You frown. She basically **** herself on you, your consent be damned. She didn’t ask you if you were down to fuck, she just mounted up without a word once you were hard enough to ride. You feel anger rising in your chest. This bitch used you like a dildo. You feel your blood boiling, your heart pumping. You’re getting worked up enough to make your cock twitch inside her pussy.

“Phone,” you grunt, craning your neck around. You don’t see hers, but you see the outline of yours in your discarded pants. You scoot your near arm out of Jessica’s embrace and fish it out. With one hand you unlock your phone. It says you have 45 new messages. You go the camera and take a picture of Jessica, naked, making a stupid happy face while laying on you. You don’t really have a plan of what to do with it but at least now you have a compromising picture of her too. Actually, you think, why stop at just a single picture.

You set your phone down within easy reach. You grunt as you sit up, grabbing Jessica behind her back so she doesn’t just fall off you. Her body is pleasantly warm and soft to the touch. You lay her down on her back on her dress, both of you grunting as your limp cock pops free of her pussy. A thick stream of your cum oozes out of her tunnel, down onto her pretty party dress.

“What a shame” you sneer. You look down on Jessica’s sleeping face. It’s peaceful, beautiful even. Her pouty lips are just ever so slightly parted. Her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath, her tits squashed to either side. “All natural I see.” You scoff, grabbing one roughly with your hand. Jessica hardly stirs at all as you grope her, your fingers sinking into her titflesh. They are soft and warm, jiggling in your grasp like a big water balloon. They feel amazing. Your loins twitch in agreement. You bring up your other hand, massaging her breast roughly, playing with them. Your cock revives, slowly hardening as you **** Jessica’s wonderful breasts. You roll her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. She groans and rocks in her sleep, her breasts jiggling invitingly. You attack them again, groping her again and again. You feel your cock harden between your legs. She jerks again as you squeeze her tits, and her wet mound grazes your lower head.

“Oh.” You say, surprised by the velvety soft touch. You feel your cock twitch again at the stimulation, a drip of precum running down the underside of your cock. You look down. Her gunked pussy lays invitingly under you, undefended. You look up at her flushed sleeping face, no doubt still far away in her dream.

“What's good for the goose,” you hiss as you climb on top of Jessica. You grab her splayed arms and manhandle them up over her head and pin them down. You smell her booshie perfume as you get down on her, feeling out her slit with your head. You scowl down at her stupid slightly grinning face as you hear the squelching sound of your cockhead rubbing against her drooling pussy.

“Oh fuck.” You grunt as your cock splits open her insides again. It’s hot and very very wet. Her eyebrow twitches as you slot yourself inside her. You hold yourself there, only your cockhead in her. She doesn’t even stir. Then you start to slowly lower yourself into her scalding depths. It’s definitely easier this time around to delve into her pussy, inch by inch. You feel her sloppy insides suck your dick in.

“Ah.” She grunts as you bottom out inside her, drool running down her cheek. You don’t even wait to start thrusting, slowly and deeply into her. It’s electrifying, hilting yourself inside her, mounting her, your hands grabbing her waist and holding her under you. Her tits vacillate up and down beside her chest, her nipples hardening in front of your eyes. Her face is red, her breath increasingly shallow and hot on your face.

You slow your attack on her insides for a moment, grunting as you grab her hips and lift them off the ground. Her legs hang limp in the air as you start augering deeper into her impassioned hot box. You hear a satisfying slapping sound as your thighs impact her ass, sweat rolling down your sides and face. A few errant drops land on Jessica’s chest, which is heaving now in time with your thrusts. Her eyes are half open, hazy in half sleep.

“Ughhh.” She murmurs under you, still very much drowsy. You pound away at her pussy, grunting loudly, converting your anger at being used as a glorified sex toy into pure kinetic energy. You punish her insides with a thunderous pounding. You feel your leg muscles burning, and yet you fight on, willing yourself on.

“Fuck you!” You growl at Jessica, basically limp underneath you. Harder and deeper you hit her in the gut with your cock. Her tits shake with each thrust, her nipples hard bullets poking up, surrounded by gooseflesh. Her toes twitch, her feet and legs dancing in the air.

“Oh ~ugh~ God.” She mewls under you after a particularly punishing thrust. Her eyes are open but completely unfocused. Her chest and face are scarlet, sweat pooling in her cleavage from the both of you.

“I’m gonna use you.” You grunt. “Use you like you used me.” Her pussy squeezes down on your member tenderly, as if to egg you on. This just makes you madder. She doesn’t get to enjoy this, she's not supposed to enjoy this. You are not trying to be gentle or sweet to her. You are trying to punish her. You redouble your efforts, punching her cervix with your cockhead hard.

“Fuck!” She squeals like a stuck pig, legs convulsing in the air, pussy twitching, on her face a look of surprise, halfway between pain and pleasure. She groans as you just keep fucking her straight through without pause. “N― No” She moans under you. You feel her wriggle against you, but from the position she and you are in, it's completely ineffectual. You grab her wrists with one hand, holding them down over her head, while your other hand grabs her hip. You have all of your weight on top of her and there isn’t much she can do about that now you are balls deep inside her. No matter how hard she wriggles, in this position she is at your mercy. That doesn’t stop this wildcat from trying to fight back. “Oh no.” She grunts under you, her eyes twisting shut hard. You feel her tense up, all the muscles in her torso flexing at once. You press down on her, not about to let her get away. You rut against her even as she goes taut under you.

“Oh my God!” She wails, her entire body shuttering beneath you as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave of ecstasy. You carry on fucking Jessica through her orgasm, causing her to let out a series of high-pitched moans as her vaginal muscles clench down around your throbbing dick.​ She is tense for a long moment before she goes limp again under you.

“Enjoying getting used, you stuck up bitch?” You grunt down to her face. Her eyes snap to yours, a burning anger in them. She tries to scowl at you, the haughty Jessica that you were dealing with earlier coming out in spades. She opens her mouth, her tongue an angry dagger.

“Oh fuck!” She gasps, her face becoming a yielding frown as you bottom out inside her. She looks away from you, blushing. For whatever reason, that really makes you angry. You mercilessly fuck her, piledriving straight into her guts with your cock. You pour out everything you got into her. She groans under you as you punishingly pound away at her innards. Her pussy is white hot, sucking against your member as you fuck her as if inviting you to continue. You hear the wet slapping of your pelvis jamming into hers again and again. You feel how hot her skin is against yours, how hard you both are sweating. You can smell her body odor, that sweet feminine scent drowning out her perfume. For some reason that smell drives you wild. You fuck her even harder, the muscles in your torso and legs screaming. You feel her insides start to tense up around you again as you drill away at her. You crack a sly grin. You can feel it. You can hear it in her voice, her lustful groans. You can hear it in her breath, coming faster and uneven. You can sense that she’s getting close. You can feel it.

“Nope.” You say, pulling far enough out of Jessica’s sucking pussy so that only your tip is still inside and holding yourself there. The dull pain in your balls grows. You feel her pussy bite down on your head. You grab her twitching arms, holding her still under you. Jessica’s eyes meet yours, filled with confusion. She looks genuinely wounded that you didn’t let her cum on your dick. Her chest heaves, her breath hot in your face. You can see and feel the goosebumps on her skin. She doesn’t try to move under you, she is as tense as a piano string. You sit there for a long, contemplative moment, still hooked into Jessica as she stares into your eyes, studying you.