Fuck her

I raised both hands in the air and dramatically brought them down on Carmencita’s shoulders. There was no particular **** behind the impact, but she was so surprised she forgot how to breathe correctly and her rant stuttered and died. She stared at me, winded and flushed.

“You dragged me in here so I could fuck you senseless, didn’t you? You want me to fuck the Rashid out of you? Well, let me.”

So saying, I ran my hands down her arms, over her hips, and pulled her close to me, palming her generous backside. I lifted her thighs in the air and she hung from my neck. I had no time for second thoughts and suddenly she was kissing me again, hijacking her own rage and funnelling its energy into raw passion. I did my best to kiss her back.

As I carried her over to a nearby table I felt a familiar wash of lust and the ghostly stirring of previously scorned romantic inclinations, however, it didn’t last. As Carmen laid into me through our mouths I became aware of a peculiar taste coming from her, a foreign agent of some kind. It was strongest within her, on her tongue, and in the slobber she gifted me; but I felt sure the emotional high came from the touch of her lips. I tasted her there, and the element was unmistakeable. Beneath a substance that felt faintly like myrtle I found a rippling wave of pleasure, filling my head with thoughts of worship, swelling my cock as if it were erect for the first time. Yearning for more I practically chewed on Carmen’s upper lip, each swipe of my tongue removing the layer of myrtle and strengthening my want of her.

Carmencita pushed me back a little to get access to my crotch, release my belt and the snake she craved beneath, and I saw her face properly. I saw her lips smudged purple unevenly, the top practically bare, the true pinkness exposed giving a jarring explanation of what transpired. The lipstick had made an accidental barrier, and considerably weakened the psychedelic properties of whatever exotic substance was in her body. The realization sobered me, and I refocused.

Carmen had pulled my cock free and was stroking it up and down, readying it for penetration. It was pleasant, though quite redundant, because I was as hard as I would be in a sexual frenzy after weeks of abstinence. I gently smacked her hands away. She looked up to glare daggers at me and I met her in kind, using the same resolve I had not to be overwhelmed to feign taking charge. I pushed her slowly backwards to lie on her back. She yielded. I left my hand on her and leaned forward a little so I could maintain eye contact. For the first time I cupped one of the great fleshy mountains on her chest. I squeezed it, shook it, and felt the movement ripple across the mound from one side to the other, waves bouncing between my fingers. Meanwhile I teased Carmen between her legs, caressing her inner thighs, tickling her jungle at the borders, gradually circling in toward her cunt. She was moist when I finally touched her, and she caught her breath when I slid my fingers inside.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb while I probed and stretched her inside, just as I had this morning. It was true what she said about being horny; she was far more responsive than before, soon working herself into a mess of quivering limbs and shallow breaths, vocalizing erratically in half-formed words or whimpers. I was not expecting it, and so I only knew she was coming when she unexpectedly broke her stare, eyes rolling back. Even as I made the connection I was startled by her following exhalation, a disjointed expletive squealed out in small bursts. I relented in my **** on her, and put a hand on the table for support. I let my other arm go limp as it was sore in the tendons.

Like lightning she recovered, and again she looked ready to bite my head off. She thought I might be about to leave it at that; simply finger her to orgasm just like this morning, when she had all but commanded me to properly fuck her at last. To her unspoken accusation I answered in a single thrust, spent hand going to my crotch to help aim, then driving myself into her pussy with a slap against her buttocks as her legs flew into the air. Carmen was mollified somewhat but it wasn’t enough. There was a yearning behind her rage now, and she reached up behind me, gripping my shoulders and hoisting herself so her face could reach mine. I moved to censure her, deny her control, but she wasn’t interested. As her lips met mine once again I rested my weight on the table with both hands, and braced myself in defeat.

What was interrupted I resumed, peeling the myrtle lipstick from my lover’s lips until there was none left. Plunging between her thighs and sharing her breath was like completing a circuit. I filled her and she filled me, filling my mind and my body.

I came. At a guess I’d say it had been five or six minutes since I’d entered her, slowly accelerating with each push. By the end of it Carmencita had wrapped her legs around my bum and was actively pulling me deeper. I felt the usual spasm at the base of my cock, and the strange burning sensation on the head. And then something hot and sticky spurted from the tip and coated Carmen’s inner vaginal walls and also wet my buried shaft: cum.

I displayed all outward signs of climax, grunting, hoarse breath etc., but I was so flabbergasted I severed my lip lock with Carmen, gaping in surprise. She took it to mean I was done, and, seemingly satisfied, she lowered herself back on the table and lay back, eyes shutting. I pulled out and looked down. My cum bubbled out of her pussy and dribbled past her anus to pool on the table.

The fact that I came inside her and was able to ejaculate a full load of semen when I had already done so down her throat had been enough to at least momentarily pull me out of the trance, but within an instant of the kiss ending my faculties were flooding back to me and with them, both at once, relief at the recovery of my freedom, and intense hatred of myself for what I saw as a failure of character. I was sure, had the kiss not been broken so abruptly, and had I not been so surprised, that it would have been the end of me. I was nearly assimilated and it was not my strength of resistance but merely circumstance that saved me.

“Thank you, Frank. Get off me now.”

I moved away from the table and straightened up. As I sobered, the enormity of what had just happened hit me. We had skipped class, entered a locked room with a key procured goodness-knows-how, in order to have sex. And the class we had skipped was Rashid’s biology. She would tear us limb from limb.

“What do you plan to tell Rashid when we knock on her door a quarter of an hour late, all flushed and sweaty with an excuse we already know she’ll scoff at?” I asked as Carmencita rose to her feet.

“Nothing,” she said, “well, maybe ‘fuck you bitch’ if I have the guts for it. It doesn’t matter either way. Denise promised to copy her notes for me. I’ll pass them on to you. And if she slacks on the job you can tease her to insanity.”

I opted not to ask what she meant by ‘tease’, merely nodding like I knew what she was saying. I went to put myself away in my jeans, expecting her to go and unlock the door so we could leave. She did no such thing. She slapped my hands hard, went to her knees, and sucked my cock into her mouth all over again. She licked it clean. Then she went to open the door.