“Hey,” she suddenly sat up, and I assumed she was going to tempt me to let her out of the basement. But then she surprised me again by asking something I thought she would never ask. “Do you wanna have sex?”
“Ah, okay,” her question stunned me, but I was hardly going to say no, was I?
“One condition,” she said, looking down at me, holding up a finger.
“I’m not letting you out,” I groaned. A typical girl uses sex to get what she wants.
“That wasn’t my condition,” she assured me, “Because I know where your loyalties are. No, my condition is that you have to make me cum, like a proper toe-curling orgasm, and we won’t stop until we achieve that.”
“I thought you hated me?” I questioned.
“I do. I hate all three of you,” she confessed, stripping off her sweatshirt, down to a bra. “But when I heard you talking about your sexual experiences, I thought, man, I need to teach you to pleasure a woman.”
She lay back and carefully pushed her jeans and panties down her legs, winced slightly when her ankle hurt, then her hand found my cock. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity, so I pulled my clothes off, so I was bare-chested, pulled my cock out, which was half-erect the entire time I was lying there, but with her hand rubbing it, I was hard as fuck.
I kneeled in front of her as she took my length in her mouth, and her small hands found my butt cheeks and squeezed. First, her tongue licked the shaft before she wrapped her hand around the length and took more in. I laced my hands at the back of her head and guided her mouth in and out as her other hand moved from my butt to my balls and began massaging.
Then she said something and on pushed my abdomen, so I pulled out, so I could hear her properly. “You failed the first test,” she announced.
“I didn’t know I was being tested,” I argued as she lengthened the space between us, and my heart sank.
“Of course, you were. I said I wanted to have sex with you to teach you to make me orgasm, and you straight away made it all about your pleasure,” she explained.
“And?”
“You should’ve taken charge and sucked my clit or something,” she said, leaning back onto her elbows. “Now, test two, get inside,” and pointed between her legs.
“Are you going to score me out of ten or something?” I quipped, even though if she was going to do that, I was unlikely to enjoy it as much.
“Careful,” she warned, “so there’s only a limited number of positions that won’t hurt my ankle.”
“Fine,” I grumbled as I positioned myself between her legs and began to slide the tip of my cock inside her warm, wet pussy. Jeezus, fucking christ, it felt good.Shefelt good.
“Stop,” she demanded as I was halfway in. “The orgasm comes from the clitoris, so consider that as you pump.”
“Okay.” At this point, I was prepared to say anything to cream inside her or maybe on her tits. I moved my hips and pushed all the way in, and she gasped, then sighed, “That feels good.”
She then lifted her good leg over my shoulder, while the swollen ankle lay alongside me. I pulled out, then drove in, and she yelled, “Stop,” and I paused, “That’s it. You’ve hit the mark. Small movements.”
I did as she commanded, going against my initial instincts, which were to ram her until I came and then leave, but she had other plans, and her getting off on my cock was only turning me on more. I began with quick, short thrusts as she asked, and she wailed, arching her back, “Oh my god, that’s sooo gooood. Stay there. Don’t move.”
“I’m not moving,” I promised her as I kept up with the quick, small moments as her body quivered and writhed beneath me.
Her sighing grew higher-pitched and bounced off the walls, and it made me smile that I did that to her. I’d been crushing on her the moment I met her, but I suspect Ezrah had too, so I didn’t know where this situation would lead us, if anywhere.
“Push in all the way,” she ordered, and like a good, horny man, I did as she asked and pushed in all the way, drawing an exasperated sigh from her succulent mouth. “Out,” and I pulled out, “stop,” and stopped hallway and fell into short, quick movements again, until she demanded, “Push,” and pushed all the way in.
The pressure in my lower abdomen and balls was building up as she clenched tighter around my cock. Her hand grabbed the blankets as she arched her back again, “I’m coming, don’t move, stay there, don’t move.”
“Okay.” I kept the short, quick movements, my cock sodden with her juice, her body felt divine, and for the first time since I had sex when I was fifteen, I had the determination to give a girl an orgasm. Not just any girl, though, this particular girl. Other girls I couldn’t give a fuck about.
Her body moved a certain way, and I knew that it was time to thrust all the way in, then pull all the way out, pause for her approval, then she directed me to pull all the way out, then all the way in, changing it up to long, slow strokes.
As she began to come, holding me tightly, I finished her off with fast strokes, smacking that body as her sighs and moans serenaded the mice that live in the guttering.
“That’s it, oh my god that’s it,” she panted as she peeked, hitched her breath, contracted around my cock as I drove in harder, and then came inside her as the quivers of orgasm tumbled through her body.
