Ravage Me Too

Melissa repeated the story Kelly told her over and over in her head. Pulling up her nightshirt, she stroked herself as she imagined her roommate's boyfriend taking her instead. She thought of being pushed on her back and him grabbing her ankles to force her legs open. She pictured his strong arms, his hands in her hair, how his cock would feel as it smacked against her small hips. She came several times, her fervent breathy and desperate moans the only sound in the dark room. She drifted to sleep soon after and did not wake until mid morning.

She sat at the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Her roommate stood at the counter, lazily wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"How'd ya sleep?"

They both broke into wide smiles. "Wonderfully," Kelly responded. "You know that phrase, 'you'll regret it in the morning'? It's never been truer than right now. Man, am I sore!"

She joined her roommate at the table and began eating. The younger Melissa noticed her changing positions almost constantly and dreamt of Greg taking her as her roommate described earlier that morning. Since she'd begun classes her schoolwork had been more than she imagined and she'd had to put off dating as a result. The only contact she had with men were in her study groups and the short conversations she had with Greg as he waited for Kelly. She'd had an interest in him for some time now that she'd done all she could to hide from her roommate.

Melissa couldn't explain why she felt that way. He wasn't her type at all, she was more attracted to the waifish, moody art students or creative types. Greg was none of those. He was tall, built squarely like a linebacker and far too conservative looking. His hair was short and well kept, his eyes were dark blue and but his hands...oh his hands...if there was one thing she'd never imagined exciting her, it was his hands. His hands were like the rest of him, wide, rough and plain. They were strong hands used to work. Many times she imagined his hands grabbing her, groping her breasts, grabbing her ass as she pulled away. When she closed her eyes she could feel the calluses of his palms abrading her skin.

Normally a very sexual person, her body was unaccustomed to the drought and she knew her nightly bouts of masturbation wouldn't suffice for long. Getting fucked by Greg became more and more of a reality the more she thought about it. She knew it had to happen, and she knew it wouldn't be difficult, the only problem was how it could without upsetting Kelly.

Just then the phone rang and when Kelly got up to answer it Melissa noticed her lower her voice and walk into the living room to have her private conversation. Melissa listened as well as she could but it was difficult to make out what they talked about.

"...No, I can't...sweetie...just yesterday...please...some other time?...it hurts...no more...not right now...no...I'm sorry..."

When she hung up the phone she returned to her bowl of Corn Flakes quietly. Melissa studied her, hoping she would speak but she said nothing. When she asked if it was Greg Kelly could only shake her head.

"He wants to see me today but I'm really not up to it. He wore me out yesterday and I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"So just tell him to screw off, you'll see him when you can."

Kelly only shook her head, unable to look her in the eyes. "It's not like that, Greg does what he wants, remember? If I don't let him he'll get really upset."

"So let him get upset," Melissa added, growing angry herself. "It will do him some good to go without once in a while."

Kelly finished her cereal silently and got up from the table, ending the conversation.

A little afternoon Greg arrived. Melissa was wearing her a black miniskirt and stockings with only a bra on top as if she was caught getting dressed. Greg couldn't help but ogle when she swung the door open.

"Here to see Kelly?"

After further prompting he could only nod, unwilling to take his eyes off her chest.

She smiled at him evilly, "Well I'm sorry Greg but she's taking a nap. Kind of worn out you know?"

He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets like a child.

"Why don't you come in and wait for her. She should be awake soon."

He sat in the overstuffed easy chair in the living room, a piece of furniture Kelly and Melissa had always referred to as "the Throne". He reclined in the comfortable chair and put his feet up on the ottoman. Melissa got a glass of ice water and stood in the doorway, pressing it against her bra as she watched him. The chill of the glass perked up nipples and formed a damp patch on the black lace. She shivered slightly and rolled a nipple between her fingers as she cooled the other.

Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and walked to the side of the chair. "Thought you might like this," she said bending over to offer Greg the drink. He looked up at her and hesitated for a moment as he got a perfect view of her small, rounded breasts. He had fantasized about Melissa many times, even imagined it was her he fucked as he bent Kelly over and slid into her pussy. The two were so different, one the older, cynical grad student with the athletic, toned body and beautiful full tits. The other was more graceful, the intellectual, ambitious undergrad with the wispy body, soft voice and cute, model breasts.

She stood watching him, one foot behind the other, the tip of her finger in her mouth as he drank.

"You know Greg, we've never talked." He looked up from his glass. "I mean, all you do is come over here to pick up Kelly, give her a royal fucking till she can barely stand, drop her off and go home. You never stay and chat."

He fumbled over a response. She waited, letting him sweat it out. "It's ok, every girl needs to get laid now and then, even if she'd never admit it." She sat next to him on the armrest and casually laid a palm on his pectorals, casually caressing him. "You have an amazing chest. It's so well built. How do you get it like that?"

He was looking straight at her now, at her short skirt riding up her freshly smoothed legs...the tiny fold her skirt made when her legs crossed...he never noticed how fresh and warm she smelled..."Um...I go to the gym a lot..uh...pushups and things..."

"Really?" she cooed. "All that gets your this? I'm impressed." Her hand worked up his chest as her fingers playfully tugged on his nipple. He was quiet and motionless but she easily noticed the tenting in his shorts indicating his arousal. It caused her to smile to herself. Her fingers traced his collar and softly stroked his neck. Studying him, she admitted to herself that he really was attractive, beautifully featured face but so masculine. He had the body to match- rugged and well built. She doubted her had any trace of fat on him, so devoted he was to exercise.

Goosebumps appeared on his skin as she lightly stroked him. While she touched she noticed him easing himself into the chair and exhaling deeply. Oh no, she thought, it won't be this easy...

"Greg?" she whispered softly in her little girl-voice. He didn't respond, only gave into her touches. "Greg..." she cooed.

Still nothing.

Leaning towards his ear, she gently brushed his hair and placed her lips on his ear kissing him softly. "Greg, listen to me," she whispered.

He made the slightest sound of affirmation and nodded his head. With a quick flick of her tongue on his earlobe she asked him to take his shirt off.

"You have such a beautiful chest. I've always wanted to see it...please?"

Smirking at her he sat up and made a grand show of unbuttoning and rolling his shoulders as he peeled his shirt off. Sitting up she admired him.

"Oooh, very nice." He had the faintest curls of hair between the firm blocks of his chest. Reaching to touch him, she rolled his nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it grew hard from her touch. Without warning, she squeezed and pulled it. There was a sharp intake of breath as it snapped back into place.

He was sitting up, proudly showing off his chest. He was eyeing her like prey, only this prey stared back. Holding the hem of her skirt, she looked down and played coy.

"Greg?"

"Yes Melissa?"

"Do you like my skirt?"

His mouth opened but no words came out. She twirled for him, feigning self consciousness as she felt his eyes on her. "Am I pretty?"

He nodded, "Yeah...really pretty."

"Because, because," she said, biting her lower lip. "I just got this dress last weekend and I thought it looked sooo cute I just couldn't resist. I know I don't have the body for it. I'm not big and sexy like Kelly, I'm too small and thin. I may just go and return it."

Eyes widening, "NO!...I mean you shouldn't do that. You look great in it! Hot."

"Really, you think I look hot?"

He was standing now, nodding.

"I've never been described that way before. Hot." She said, slowly drawing the word out until it ended with a breath.

She eyed his crotch openly now, making sure he was aware of it. It made him nervous. He seemed to fidget in front of her, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"But I don't have a butt for it. I hate my butt." She looked up at him, giving him a false sense of superiority. "Just look." With that she turned away from him and bent over slightly. With movements she honed in front of her bedroom mirror she slowly pulled up the length of her dress like the curtain in a theater until it rested on the crest of her rounded buttocks. A jet black thong, resting deeply in her crevice, was revealed to him.

The dress stayed bunched around her hips as she turned. This time she started directly at his crotch, not looking away. He couldn't help but look at her and didn't notice when she walked to him. A foot away she saw his cock was throbbing, actually throbbing heavily enough that she could see it through his hiking shorts.

Delicately she placed her hand there, breathing in time with the pulse of his cock. When she looked up to face him she noticed him staring openly at her breasts through her bra.

"Can I see you?" She pursed her lips, doing her best to plead with him. He hesitated and she continued, "You got to see me and I haven't seen you. It's not fair."

His hands went to his belt buckle and he stepped back, giving her a show. She reclined from kneeling in front of him, her small bottom cheeks resting comfortably on her heels.

Looking her in the eyes he undid his belt and unzipped his shorts. With a careless ease, he dropped them to his ankles and kicked them behind him. He was wore only a pair of jet black briefs. Melissa had to catch a laugh in her throat at the sight of him, muscled, his thighs whiter than they rest of him, his body protected by only a small pair of jockeys too tight for him. He was still hard and she noticed his hand make its way to his crotch and instinctually palm his cock through the material. Catching himself he quickly put it behind his back.

"All of it. I want to see you...please?"

Smirking at her, he gripped the waistband and pulled them out. He tugged in back and forth, as if toying with her, before pulling it down slowly. She saw the thick root of his shaft before he pulled it back up again. He did it again, this time more slowly before drawing it up again.

"Please don't tease me...please. I just want to see you. I have to..." she begged.

The grin that spread across his face was laughable. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into, she thought. He did as he was told though, and quickly shuffled his underwear down his muscular legs, picking them up and casually tossing them behind him.

His legs were strong and bound in muscle. His chest was almost bare though his legs were covered in tiny hairs. The size of his pectorals made the chest appear larger than any other part of his body. He had strong arms and hands roughened from spending so much time outside. He had a fairly visible six pack that directed her attention to his erection that jutted from his near- sculpted body almost rudely. He bounded in the air, the crown of his shaft red and bulging. Melissa wasn't surprised to find him completely shaved. Such a large ego would almost guarantee it.

Despite her attempts to control her feelings, she felt herself break into a wide smile. Her body warmed looking at him and she felt the familiar dampness begin between her legs. Before she got carried away she stood and faced him, arms crossed over her chest.

He smiled smugly, his hands resting on his bare hips, almost challenging. They both eyed each other, smiling to themselves when, without a word, she reached behind her back and quickly unlatched her bra. It slipped from her shoulders and fell to the ground without a sound.

She was used to being naked, she often did when at home and was very comfortable with her body. Her breasts were smaller than most, she knew, but she took a special pride in them. They were delicately shaped like teardrops with soft pink nipples. They were very sensitive and erected too easily. Now they poked up in evidence of her arousal.

He was more resilient than she expected. Slinking over to him, she stood by his side looking up at him. As she placed her soft palm beneath his balls, his eyes slowly closed and he leaned his head back.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered, kissing his large, round shoulder. His mouth opened and he inhaled a short breath. Already she could feel his cock tremble in her hand. It was heaven as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and gently stroked him up and down. Her hand was soft and warm. Soon he was openly panting from her ministrations.

"You like that, don't you?"

He only nodded and grunted in the affirmative.

"Well then tell me you like it."

It was pure bliss. The warmth began in his balls and soon his felt his entire length consumed in it. His cock spasmed and throbbed from her touch. It wouldn't be long until he came, he knew. He wanted to last longer, keep it in. He wished it could last forever. "I...I...I..."

"Tell me." Her voice became sterner now. No longer the gentle nature it was moments ago, it had returned to its common, straightforward tone. He could only exhale loudly.

Feigning irritation she released him. The furrow on his brow was enough to show his disappointment. He pouted, as if a child and turned to look down at her. She no longer held his gaze, instead examining his body. One hand on his lower chest, the other on his back, she ran her touch down his skin. She stopped as her right rested on his smooth firm ass. With her left hand turned, she grazed the length of his cock with the back of her hand. He stood motionless as she did so and remained that way until she gently gripped the sack of his balls in her hand. Slowly she kneaded his balls, pleased with their texture. Strangely free of hair, they were larger than she was used to and seemed fuller than any others she had encountered. She always felt emotional about a man's balls. They seemed to belie a man's vulnerability. So small and silly looking, it made her chuckle the way a man is so proud of his cock yet ignores, and even hides, his tender round balls. For that reason alone she felt closer to them. On lovers she spent more time with them, paying them extra attention when she found herself between a man's legs sucking him. When she spent the night with a man she would always wake as he slept, crawl beneath the covers and examine them closely without his knowledge. She'd stroke them lovingly, kiss and lick them, even talk to the quietly. She shared a special closeness with a man's balls that he will never know.

With his balls she ran them back and forth between her fingers. He seemed to enjoy that and moaned so she increased her touch from not-so-gently to getting-too-rough. He began to suck in air, as if in pain and put his arm over her shoulder, trying to tug her off. This only made her clench. She warned him that any time he touched her she would do something he didn't like. All that happened today is what she wanted. If he didn't accept that he could walk out the door right now. Without his clothes.

She stood unmoving, her balls tender in her fist, and awaited his response. He only sighed and nodded acceptance. He looks sad, Melissa thought, this might be tougher than I expected. She felt a quick pull of sympathy for the boy but steeled herself for what she knew must be done.

Her fingers pressed between his tightened cheeks and, finding the tight ring of his asshole, gently massaged it.

"There, there now. Be a good boy and just let me take over. Do as I say and you'll be happy. Otherwise you won't like the results."

His breath caught in his throat with these words. His reddened balls still in her hand, he knew he was at her mercy. His closed his eyes, resigning himself to the situation. There was nothing he could do. Slowly she relaxed her grip on him until she was merely petting him with the pads of her fingers. She moved forward and kissed, then gently bit his nipple. She could see him grit his teeth but made no sound.

"Greg?" Back to the soft, little girl voice.

"Yuh, Yeah?"

"Do you like my panties?"

His eyes snapped open as if from a trance and he looked down at her. She turned so he got a good look at the thin band of lace running between her cheeks. She usually went without but she got these especially for today. She knows from experience guys will do anything to see what's under a thong if they get a good look at what it's holding back. Her ass, what everyone said was her best feature, was evenly divided by the thin strip of black which contrasted with the fresh color of her cheeks wonderfully. She stepped toward her.

"Uh uh," she said, standing upright. "Don't move."

"Sorry."

He wanted her so badly. She could almost feel the lust radiating off him. It thrilled her and brought a dampness to her crotch. She bent back over so he could see her pussy hidden behind the black and began to stroke herself slowly. He made a sound like a small animal and she turned immediately.

Finger in her mouth she acted concerned. "What's wrong, baby? Are you ok?"

"Yes...please...let me just..." and he reached out for her.

Acting quickly she slapped his hands away and punctuated the action with a quick hand across his cheek.

"NO MISTER! I've had enough out of you! Can't control yourself! Led by your dick in whatever you do! I'll show you how to really treat a dick."

Dropping swiftly to her knees she eyed the cock in front of her. She could see his pulse as the head swelled. As if it had a mind of its own, it leapt when she opened her mouth and spoke to it.

"Poor thing, you need a woman, don't you? A woman to play with you and kiss you? A woman to love and open herself for you?"

Still she had not touched it. She looked up at him and saw his eyes wide, almost maniacal, looking down at her. His hand went to the base and rhythmically started pumping. Gripping his wrist, she pulled him away.

"NO! That's MINE!" This time she gave him a fairly hard slap in the balls. He followed with an almost comical "Ooofff!"

"You just stand there and don't move, mister! I'm tired of boys that can't control their own penises! That's a job for a woman!"

He clasped his hands behind his back, fidgeting.

"There, that's better." Both her hands gripped his shaft tightly. She squeezed him that way, strongly and rhythmically, as if milking an animal. With each tug she pulled him closer to her making her point. Releasing one hand, she palmed his balls again only more gently this time. As she stroked and held him her middle finger reached between his ass to search for his tiny hole. Finding it, she pressed it firmly so it barely opened. His mouth opened in a gasp and she smiled inwardly.

"I know," she pouted in her baby voice. "I know it hurts. Just be a good boy and keep still. I know what's best for you."