Battle of the Sexes

She's not moving, except a slight raising of her hips, trying to get more contact. I've got saliva running down my tongue onto her arsehole and I start to run my tongue around the rim. All I can smell is a lightly perfumed soap, and it makes me hungry for more of her. Pulling her cheeks further apart, bringing a gasp from her, I push my tongue into her hole, the tip struggling to get past constricting muscles. As she realises what I'm doing I feel her suddenly relax and I'm in, tongue darting in and out, swirling in circles around the inside of the rim of her anus, my cock filling with more blood than it can handle, wanting an extra inch or two of skin to ease the pressure. Moving my left hand across I use the thumb and fingers spread wide to keep her entrance open, releasing my right hand which I slide between her legs, seeking her cunt.

She's absolutely soaking and my conquest is complete, although a quiet, barely heard voice in my head warns that she's still the one who's winning. I don't give a shit - this is the horniest experience I've had in a long time. I can feel stabs of pain in the muscle at the base of my tongue as I strain to get it deeper into her arsehole, but I don't care. I've got three fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, my thumb gently circling the sensitive bit of skin between cunt and arse, and my little finger sliding across her cunt lips and her clit. She's going into one now, moaning and making little whining noises. Sounds like she's saying something but I'm fucked if I can make it out, nor do I care. She starts to buck her hips backwards against me and my eyes smart as my nose gets a whack. I've got my face pushed hard up against her, between her cheeks, and I push forward to stop her fucking writhing. She gives another shriek, a high-pitched whimper and she suddenly goes limp. Considering the effort I've put in, it was a less than expressive orgasm; I guess that's what happened, but I'm not finished.

I stand up behind her, right hand, dripping with her juices in the small of her back, her dress so far up it's almost over her head now, left hand undoing my belt, quickly yet carefully unzipping my shorts and pulling them down, hooking my thumb in the waistband of the boxer shorts and sending them down too, my prick standing out proud. No thought of protection although there's a condom nestled in my wallet - can't spare the time to start digging around in my shorts which are crumpled around my ankles. Still pinning her down with my right hand, although she's still limp and slumped forward over the sofa, my other hand guides my cock toward her cunt. No problems slipping in here, it's still slick with her juice, and I force myself in, feeling the velvet grip of a nice and firm pussy.

"No! What are you DOING? Get off me, you bastard!" she suddenly screams, trying to push herself up against my hand. Oh fuck! I realise I'm raping her - but the thought arises that she's still playing games, and I hang onto it desperately. I'm not being belittled again by this rich cow, thinking she can play with a bloke like me. I push her back down, hard, and thrust harder and harder into her. She's swearing at me, spitting and going berserk, but I become more convinced she's playing as she's not trying to get up anymore and starts to thrust against me. Suddenly she laughs, not the musical tinkle of before, but a manic gust of laughter: "Oh you are a good boy! Oh, oh, yes! Good little boy, knows just what mummy wants" This is getting weird, and I feel powerless again as I realise I can't get to this bitch.

I've been doing exactly what she wanted, all along. My lust keeps me going, but my mind is fucked. I'm pounding in and out of her cunt now, my cock straining to get deeper, wound the bitch, pierce her guts, hips slamming against her buttocks, her head being thrown about by the impact, and still she laughs and cries out encouragement "harder Tommy, harder, give mummy what she wants" - I'm no longer holding her down, and in desperation I suck on two fingers of my right hand, tasting her drying cunt juices, and force them roughly into her arse, bringing even more squeals of delight from her. There's a word for mad bitches like this, but I can't remember it... mind detached as it searches through my memory for the word I want, irritated that I've gone blank.

As my body does it's duty my consciousness is drifting, what the hell is that word? Insatiable! The word springs forward and lets me return to the scene of the crime. Who the fucking criminal is though, I'm not sure. I'm getting desperate, and know as soon as I've shot my load I'm going to be done for - my cock will shrink and my confidence will go with it - I'll want to escape this mad woman but know she's not going to let me. I can feel the spunk starting to gather in my balls, and pull out of her quickly, removing my fingers from her arse, standing back, chest heaving as I pant, realising I'm drenched in sweat.

"No - please! Don't stop Tom, fuck me, oh God please fuck me" she's really pleading and my doubts vanish, blown away by her distress; for the first time I've got to her and almost want to walk away laughing, but I'm too horny and she's too enticing. I walk around to the front of the sofa, reaching down and helping her stand up. I pull her closer to me and look her in the eyes; she's looking at me in such desperation I almost feel sorry for her, but steel myself and reaching up I pull the other shoulder strap down, surprised it's survived intact. I force the dress further down her body, not sure it's meant to go that way and hear a ripping noise but don't give a toss. I've taken too much from her and her bra follows, not bothering to reach around to undo it.

Her breasts are pendulous and as she steps out of her dress and panties which had been around her ankles I reach out and grab them, roughly pulling on her nipples before bending down and sucking at one, then the other. She gasps as I hold one between my teeth and flick my tongue across it, then stand tall again. I place my hands on her shoulders and push her down, forcing her to sit on the edge of the sofa, her face level with my groin, obvious what she's meant to do. "Go on, suck it you fucking bitch" for the first time I express my growing confidence and aggression, and she bends forward and sucks the head of my cock into her mouth. Shit! She's good at this- understanding the value of not just sitting there with it in her mouth like too many tarts do, as if the act of putting my prick in their mouth is somehow enough - this slag knows how to use her tongue on the bell end, holding with her lips, sucking and moving her mouth up and down the shaft whilst her tongue dances around the tip and under the head.

I screw my eyes shut as she grabs my lower shaft with her hand and starts to wank me into her mouth, the tongue still darting around and far too quickly for me to react I'm over the edge - not coming yet but on the slippery slope and unable to stop myself careering onwards, then the pressure and I know I'm making noise now - the illusion of self-control shattering into pieces, smashed by her expertise and she's got the upper hand now. I know she's going to swallow my semen and that it won't bother her at all; no points scored there for the lads.

Only counts if she doesn't like it, and here it comes, still not released and I think my eyes will pop out of their sockets if I don't screw them tighter shut, her hand pumping, her mouth sucking the seed out of me, the tongue lapping, like a beckoning hand, and then that moment of frozen time - and the spunk comes rushing out, bursting into her mouth, the heat and the volume sure to take her by surprise, but I can't open my eyes, the intensity making my knees tremble, giving away the fact that I've lost control again, still pumping seed into her, knowing she's gulping it down, taking her medicine and fucking enjoying it. The feeling starts to subside and I still keep my eyes shut - not daring to open them and see her triumphant stare. I know she's fucking looking up at me, and gathering all my nerve I open my eyes and don't know why I bothered - she's looking at me exactly as I knew she was.

My cock is still deep in her mouth, and her throat is flexing as she swallows. Feeling her tongue still stroking the underside of my helmet, the lips finally sliding up the shaft to suck the last drop of man-juice from me before releasing my cock which flops against my thigh, spent and useless. She slowly leans back, keeping her eyes on mine. I wait for the mocking voice, knowing she knows who the winner is.

Remembering that I managed to stop myself fucking her to a second orgasm, but aware that it's an empty victory as she doesn't seem in the least bit bothered. I can smell the sweat on my body; not the stale smell of some grotty wanker who doesn't wash, but the healthy odour of effort, and I know she's smelling it too, her nose slightly raised, a look of hunger entering her eyes. I'm still stood in front of her, my shorts and boxers around my booted feet, and suddenly feel like a schoolboy stood in front of the teacher. I feel fucking foolish and wonder what's going to happen next, then realise with a shock that I never even considered making a decision myself. I'm waiting for her to tell me what to do, and I know she's seen me recognise this fact. My defeat is complete as she reaches forward and lifts my cock, resting it on her open palm, never dropping her gaze from my eyes, before letting it drop again, as if confirming it's death. "Oh dear. It was doing so well. Is that all you can manage? Or could we coax a little more life out of it?" the words sting, but the tone is gentle and reassuring. I'm out of my depth, this woman so far removed from the usual slags I end up with that I've got no experience to draw on. I feel humbled and even the anger at her treatment of me has gone - there's no conscious decision to surrender, just this dumb acceptance that she's dominating me.

No fight left in me, and I don't even care. She stands up again, and smiles at me: "Come on silly, get rid of your clothes" and I meekly obey the master-race, pulling my t-shirt over my head. As I drop it by my side she's stood and moved close to me, her hands reaching out to rest at my hips, as if we're going to have a slow dance and she's a man with her girl, her nipples just touching my chest as she stands close, looking into my eyes again, as I realise with some surprise that she's barely an inch shorter than me at 5'10". "And the boots" and I'm confused again as I obviously can't reach my boots with her stood so close. I step out of my shorts and boxers, but can't reach my boots without kneeing her in the gut, and such thoughts have long since gone. My thoughts have even taken on a different tone, less cocky, less like me, or the bloke I like to think I am. She still looks at me with a quizzical smile, inviting me to work out how to make good her demand that I become as naked as she is, realising that she somehow got rid of her shoes, can't even remember what they looked like.

With no choice, I take a deferential step back and drop to one knee, grateful to be able to break our eye contact and concentrate on unlacing my boots, tall black ones, military pattern, good working boots, in past days they've been good fighting boots too, thoughts drift through my mind as I work the boot off and pull the sock after it. Changing knees to do the left one now, nearly done, tugging the laces loose and wrenching it off, again the sock follows and suddenly she grips my head, my hair too short for her to grasp but knowing she would have done had it been longer. Her fingers dig into the sides of my head, hurting but I'm not bothered, just surprised at her strength.

She tilts my head up and thrusts her groin into my face, rubbing herself against my mouth and chin and knowing what's required I thrust my tongue up and along her cunt lips, lapping at her as she opens up and starts to flow again. The scent is heavy and strong, and I close my eyes as I place my hands on the outside of her thighs, tilting my head further to allow access, bending my back and stretching my neck to get up between her legs and gain access to her cunt. I'm pushing my tongue into her, the pain in the muscles at the base intense now, knowing I'm going to have an aching mouth tomorrow, not caring, slurping at her, liquid dribbling into my mouth, swallowing it, shocked at how much juice she's making. Her hands are gripping harder, really hurting now, but all I can do is lap at her, probe her with my tongue, then flick across her lips and her clit.

Sucking her clit between my lips, gripping it and flicking my tongue across it, making her gasp - a fucking reaction at last! Suddenly the hands gripping my head push me back and I lose my balance, falling on my arse on the carpet and looking up at her in surprise, knowing I look hurt, anticipating her laughter but she just stares at me with that art gallery look. I can feel her juices around my mouth and on my chin. I stand slowly and she comes forward again, reaching up to hold my face and licking around my chin and mouth. I try to capture her mouth in a kiss, but she evades me and I submit as her tongue runs across my lips, cheeks and chin. It rasps across my chin, too many hours since I shaved to be smooth, and then she wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me into an embrace.

Awkwardly I put my arms around her, feeling her cheek against mine, her breath soft across my left ear. Aware my cock is starting to react again, and knowing she can feel it as she pushes against me. One hand drops and starts to manipulate my cock, a strange but exciting rhythm of squeezes and pulls, her fingers moving independently, my cock growing quickly, filling and straining. She whispers so quietly I hardly hear: "Come with me. I've been bad to you and you deserve your reward" She breaks the contact, releasing my cock which stands out from my body, grabs my hand and leads me out into the corridor. I'm docile still, allowing myself to be led, thoughts aware of what's happening without being able to do anything - no longer even finding any humour in the situation. I feel detached, as if this is happening to some other sad sap, and I'm simply watching. Observing one of Theo's under-the-counter video, the Greek fucker grinning at me, telling me that this will make my toes curl.

My prick is bouncing around, not fully hard as she leads me down the corridor, my bare feet feeling the luxury of the carpet. Nearly at the front door and she turns to climb the stairs to our right. She stops a few steps up and I nearly walk into her, almost in a daze. Releasing my hand she grabs hold of my prick again and turns to keep walking. I have to stay very close as she climbs the remaining steps as she tugs me along. I feel the first hint of defiance growing in me again. This is fucking stupid, does she want to pull it off or something? We reach the top of the stairs and still not looking round she marches along and throws open a door. It's a bedroom, but larger than I've ever seen before. I'm almost surprised to see that the bed, whilst huge, is not a four-poster job. She pushes me toward it and I sit down, bouncing on the mattress. Fucking silk sheets, and no sign of a quilt, or whatever posh people use to keep warm.

She's opened the bottom drawer of a chest about five feet tall, bending over and showing me her gash, still open and pink, glistening, but I just sit still, placid, although I can feel the blood rushing down to fill my prick again, completing it's hardening. Without thinking I reach down and begin to slowly wank myself. She's rummaging around and I hear a grunt of triumph as she obviously finds what she's been looking for. She stands and turns to me, one hand holding a jar of something white, and the other holding a fucking dildo with some black straps hanging from it. Oh no; no fucking way - she's not doing that to me. I'm no fucking arse-bandit, remembering a story about some Marines who fucked a gay bastard nearly to death, justifying it by saying you're only queer if you take it. Giving it no different to doing a woman in the arse. Fuck that! She starts laughing, the first really genuine belly laugh I've heard from her.

"Don't worry lover, this isn't for you" and throwing her head back she howls at the ceiling. I find myself grinning, not sure if relief or the humour of the situation is what's causing me to smile. She must have read my face like a fucking speech bubble. "I want you to put this on, and then you can Dee Pee me" DP? Double penetration; she knows the abbreviations the porn industry uses, and I wonder about her again. I stand up and she kneels down in front of me, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my rigid cock, then lifting my feet one by one so I'm stood within the harness, pulling it up my legs, over my stiff cock and positioning it above, joining my own now standing proudly at a 45 degree upward angle. The flat base is against my gut, and I'm chuffed I work out enough to have a firm, flat stomach.

She scoops my balls to the left and tightens the strap which runs between my legs, then tightens the ones around my waist. Looking down I feel a pang as I realise the dildo is longer than my own prick, a decent though not massive length itself. I reckon I'm packing seven inches, but am proudest of the thickness and it's rare though not unknown that I find a cunt feeling slack and loose. The dildo is about the same thickness and I'm wondering which prick is for which hole. She's rubbing the white cream over the dildo, and I guess she's going onto her knees again, knowing her pussy needs no lubrication. She's business-like and says nothing as she scoops more of the cream and reaching around I know she's smearing her anus with it, possibly pushing a finger inside her ring. I move closer, my two pricks straining in front of me, and she reaches up with her spare hand to hold the back of my neck and for the first time we kiss, her tongue lashing against my own, invading my mouth, running over my teeth and filling my mouth before retreating to be pursued by my own. She moves her head away a fraction and sucks on my tongue as if it's a cock, her lubricated hand moving around and grasping my flesh cock she starts to slide her oily hand up and down.

Turning away she leaps onto the bed giggling like a schoolgirl and leaving me standing like a fucking statue. She's on her hands and knees, and looking over her shoulder at me she lifts her arse in the air and gives me a wiggle. There's a playful look on her face which gradually changes as her eyes drop to my double cock, the hunger I saw earlier returning. She licks her lips and I move forward, feeling heavy and awkward as I climb onto the bed, shuffling forward on my knees to come up behind her, her neck twisted as she stares at the two cocks.

Her arse is too high in the air, and I press down on the top of her buttocks but she resists, now looking away and making some fucking growling sound. I smack her hard on a buttock. I don't know why I did that, but it makes no difference to her, no intake of breath, no shriek, just this weird growling sound, hardly pausing to breath. I know instinctively that she's gagging for the cocks to enter her, but I can't reach unless I stand and lower them to her, and I'm fucked if I'm working that hard for her when she could just lower her buttocks. I reach down and push one knee outward, trying to spread her legs to get the target area lower, but she still resists. My patience thins out and reaching forward I wrap my right hand into her hair, soft and heavy, and yank her head backwards. This time she makes a sound in response, but it's more of a sigh than anything else. I pull back harder, and as her head comes back her buttocks lower.

She slides her knees outward and I wonder if this was exactly what she was waiting for before offering me access - I keep my hand wrapped in her hair and use my left to guide the dildo toward her anus. It feels slippery and warm, a soft rubber covering the rigid shaft below. The tip of my own cock is against her cunt lips and I can feel the wet heat down there. As I push it forward, the base of the dildo pushes against my stomach as her arse resists it. I thrust harshly forward, and both the cocks bury themselves inside her. Her cunt feels even tighter than before, and I watch in fascination as the dildo slides in and out. As I pull back the flat base comes away from my gut until the straps pull it out, then I force it back in. She's panting now, loud and harsh, her head pulled back by my grip on her hair. I'm getting into my rhythm, less violent than the first time I fucked her, knowing I can take my time, last longer the second time.