To use him.

Cassandra pulled Greg forcefully into the house as he took the opportunity to get a good, close-up look at her breasts while her hand was distracted pulling him inside. She pushed him onto the floor of the living room and told him to stay there. He obeyed, fearful that his parents might be informed of his debauchery if he didn't do as Cassandra said.

Cassandra finally realized the implications of the scenario -- she had initially pulled him inside because she wanted to avoid the embarrassment of relating the situation to his parents, but was too outraged to let him run away from this thinking he could just perv on anyone he wanted. She could understand the desire to look at members of the opposite sex, hell, if Brad Pitt were prancing around naked on the other side of the fence, she would be ogling him eagerly. However, hopping the fence and jacking it right in front of her, that was taking innocent ogling far too far.

It was then she realized that she was finally in control of a man, and she could have him do what she pleased. She was used to inconsiderate boyfriends who eagerly
sank their dicks into her and came within minutes, leaving her swollen lips and hard clit unattended to. Now she could reverse the roles a bit, she could use Greg to get her off (she hadn't been eaten out in so long, especially now that she was single for quite a while) and leave his little cock aching for pussy that he could never get. It wasn't something she fantasized about, but she started getting aroused by these thoughts. Oh, but first, she should get dressed; he didn't deserve to see her luscious nude body. Her clothes were on the arm of the couch by the sliding glass door where she had changed into her bathing suit. She picked up the panties and slid them up past her knees into place on her waist.

Noticing that Greg hadn't unglued his eyes from her chest ever since she had removed her arm from in front of it to drag him into the living room. "I hope you got a good look at my boobs, because you won't be seeing them again," she smiled as she snapped her bra back on. This statement made Greg's heart sink, even though he didn't expect to see them again after this. And although she was getting dressed, her state of undress was still arousing him beyond belief. She pulled her pants back up and pulled her shirt back on.

"Now strip!" she commanded. He tentatively reached for his shirt as she yelled, "I said get those clothes off!"

Greg hurriedly removed his shirt and pulled his pants and underwear off. His cock had softened slightly since she had put her clothes back on and he was apprehensive about what she was going to do to him.

"Make your cock as hard as it gets -- I want to see it throb and leak." Greg began slowly jerking his dick. It stiffened in his hand after a few seconds and began dribbling precum after a minute. His balls started aching -- he needed release after his original masturbation session had been interrupted and now all the build-up rushed back into his erection.

"Good, now stop!" Greg slowly withdrew his hand from his pulsating member. It was a tough thing for him to do, but he managed to do it.

Cassandra knelt over him, unzipping her jeans and pushing them down mid-thigh. Greg's dick twitched at the sight. She pulled her panties aside and said: "Now lick me. Make me cum."

Greg was taken aback, but he reluctantly began lightly licking her labia. He wasn't exactly sure how this was supposed to be done, but he thought back to all the pornos he watched. He felt her pussy moisten as he began to lick. Lapping up her juices had only made him even more aroused, even though he wasn't receiving any stimulation at all on his member. He continued licking in hopes of receiving some relief afterwards, but he knew it was unlikely.

"Do it right, perv, lick my clitty. And stick your tongue in deep!" she shoved his head into her crotch. He yelped as his tongue sunk into her opening while she moaned. "Yes, that's better."

After about ten minutes lapping at her pussy and being shoved into her crotch, he finally got her off. She moaned as her orgasm began to take hold of her body and she ground her hips into Greg's face. The rush of fluids from Cassandra's pussy and her vocalizations aroused him even further. His cock started twitching and he felt his balls begin to severely ache as they swelled with desire.

"Ah, that was nice, but I think I need another one."

"No, please, at least let me--" Greg's pleas were cut off sharply as she pulled his face into her crotch once again. She was already wet enough from her previous orgasm and soon became exceedingly sloppy, even though Greg was inexperienced. That didn't make a difference, as dominating this little innocent thing had made her aroused enough already. She was completely taken aback by how aroused she had become -- she had no fantasies such as this one before. All her previous sexual encounters merely consisted of being undressed, groped, and ravished, perhaps the most attention given to her pleasure was some light petting and fingering. And now, although Greg was probably the most amateur pussylicker in town, she had cum all over his face and was about to yet again. She hit the heights of her sexual ecstasy as more fluids rushed out onto Greg's face again.

"Oh, I'm cumming! Oh yes!" she moaned as she bucked her hips on his face. Spasms wracked her body as she exploded with pleasure. Finally, she got up off his face and pulled her pants up. Greg lay there, wide-eyed, stunned, wet-faced, and incredibly horny. Her fluids began to run down his face as he sat up. She hadn't squirted on him, but she was so horny that she left behind enough juice to make it look as if she had.

As he got up, a dull pain hit: "Oh, my balls!" Greg whimpered.

Cassandra walked up to him: "Oh, does poor baby have blue balls." She glanced at his crotch. "My, your balls are really swollen. And your dick looks like its going to burst. They look like they need some relief, bad. You'd just love to have them rubbed, wouldn't you? Well, too bad! That'll teach you a good lesson, not to get your rocks off without pleasing your girlfriend. Oh..." she added, seemingly forgetting the lesson she had originally wanted to teach, "and don't wank yourself in front of the neighbors. Now get out of here, perv!"

She threw his clothes at him and he stood stunned for a second, then grabbed them and ran off without even getting dressed. He wondered where that comment about "getting his rocks off"came from, but for now, he was more concerned about the state of his swollen, discolored balls and rigid, aching penis. As he entered his house, he rushed into the bathroom where he began rubbing himself. After a few seconds, a somewhat painful yet welcome sensation of relief washed over him. Cum rapidly shot out of the tip of his dick. He sighed as his balls emptied and began returning to normal.