By the time we got to my tiny room, the voice in my head telling me I was being stupid was so loud, it was threatening to give me a headache. But then, the ache within my clit was so intense, it was driving me crazy. It was demanding for a dick or nothing.
To drown that irrelevant voice out, the moment I opened my door, I grabbed the boy and smashed my mouth to his, kissing him aggressively just like Sylvester does me. The force and speed I used was so much that the guy didn't have enough time to close the door before I crushed him against it. He returned the energy and I soon found myself wrapped up in his arms and my lips being thoroughly mangled up in a way they have never been handled before. It was so violent and I got startled. I wanted to pull away but the boy wouldn't let me. Rather, he held me to himself with one hand, moved us away from the opened door, then used his free hand to close it. "You are such a tiger." he said to me in what I presumed to be his most sensual bedroom voice but I found it repulsive. Not because it was bad but because somehow I found myself thinking about Sylvester and how he said I was his the last time we had sex. No, he called it 'Making love'.
With the thought of him surfacing in my head, I started feeling repulsive towards this young boy, whose name I didn't know nor plan to know.
After he closed the door, he scooped me up in his arms and moved towards the tiny bed. The moment he dropped me on it, a flash of Sylvester lying on me skid across my mind and I could clearly hear him say "You are mine." Instantly, I hurriedly got off the bed and grabbed his bottle of vodka which he was holding even when he had me in his arms.
"Hey!" He shouted, surprised at my sudden movement. I unwrapped the bottle and started trying to open it. "Let's have a drink first." I said.
"Erm…" he started scratching his head. "... it's not mine. It's my father's." He said looking at his toes as he stood by the bed, thoroughly embarrassed.
"Oh!" I feigned surprise. "You don't drink?" I asked.
"I do. Just that this is not mine." "Okay. No worries. We will drink it and you will get another one for the old man, right?" I smirked mischievously at him.
"I…"
"The least you can do is give me a drink. You are not paying for the sex you know." I said after removing the bottle cap. Then I drank straight from the bottle. Couldn't take more than a sip because it was so hot. It burnt my throat and I started coughing.
"I am not paying….oh, sorry!" He rushed over to me as I started coughing. "Did you say I am not paying?" He repeated, patting my back.
"Ye..sss." I said coughing.
"Good!" He beamed. "You can have the drink. Let's drink together!" He said excitedly.
We sat on the bed and started passing the bottle after a sip or two each. I was drinking in bits but he was drinking in gulps. Not used to drinking something that strong, I soon started feeling hot and didn't hesitate to lift my dress up and drag it over my head. As usual, I was wearing nothing under and the already intoxicated boy gasped at seeing my pinky and pointed nipples. He literally started drooling, licking his lips multiple times.
At this point, I was already very wet and clenched up. I laid my back on the bed and grabbed my breasts. I cupped them in my hands and started playing with the nipples while clenching and slowly rolling my waist.
The boy took a gulp from the bottle that I just handed over to him and then placed it on the floor before reaching out to me. He stared at my naked body a bit and when our eyes met I smirked at him seductively before I slowly dragged my hand across my torso till it got between my legs. Still holding his gaze, I dipped my middle finger into my clit and brought it out, then rubbed it round my vulva. I purred like a cat as I repeated the action again. My eyes darted to his zipper and I saw his dick jerk up, trying to find an escape. I licked my lips and intentionally moaned seductively again. I was so wet it was dripping down there and my fingers made some squishy sounds as they roamed in and out of my slit.
He closed the distance between us and grabbed the free breast in his large palms. He felt so rough but good. He bent down and started sucking noisily. He rained my body with his free coarse hand and when he got to my clit, he added a finger to the one already in my clit and we both started fingering me. He stared so seductively at my breast that I could feel my nipples get harder without him touching. Each time I looked into his eyes, a sense of repulsion engulfed me and I kept seeing Sylvester's face in my mind. So I avoided his face as much as I could.
Despite the tumor in my heart, my body kept getting hotter and needy. So I closed my eyes and dragged at his shirt, making him fall over me.
"Fuck me now!" I said with eyes closed.
"Yes my lady." He chuckled and grabbed at my breasts. He started kneading and biting. He was biting so hard, I was sure I would ache the next day but still didn't stop him because I needed him to fuck me as soon as possible. As he was focused on my breasts and neck, my hands got busy, trying to unzip him. Once that was done, I found out that he wasn't wearing anything under and that his dick was nothing to write home about. Okay maybe he wasn't fully erected yet. So I started working with him but no matter what I did, it didn't get bigger or longer. It was at its fullest and longest at 3 inches or so. I was beyond disappointed but unbothered. Before I can cancel a penis, I have to get to see what it can do inside me. Also, I have never gotten a penis that small before so I didn't really know if it would work or not. All I knew was that I needed it inside me and Sylvester's face was getting in the way.
With my eyes closed, I raised up my waist and guided the penis through the slit. It reminded me of the time before I bought the pestle. I used several things to masturbate. Candles included. His penis felt similar to when I inserted candle sticks into my Vijay. The only way to feel its impact was to clench. And if there is one thing I am good at, it is clenching my clit. So I started clenching. The first one had him gasping and moaning that I was so warm and sweet down there. The more I clenched as he slammed into me, the more he groaned and moaned.
He had a lot of stamina but the length of his dick could hardly hit my inner G-spot no matter how hard he smashed. Because he couldn't get to my itchy spot, I was frustrated beyond words. "Faster!" I gasped, pleadingly because there was nothing I could do to help him. He tried to go faster and in his bid to steady himself, he placed his right hand on my neck and started choking me. "You are choking me.." I coughed out with difficulty but he seemed not to hear me or was ignoring me. I got really scared and grabbed his hands. But no matter how much strength I mustered to push him off, it was not enough.
Just as real panic started to set in, I was able to dislodge one of my legs from between his thighs. I struggled to raise it up against his stomach and using everything I got, I pushed against him and sent him off the bed and instantly got off coughing and rubbing at my neck as I struggled to force feed my lungs with air.