Eggplant 4

When Steph woke, the last traces of sexual pleasure had faded from making love to Cass, leaving only the physical fact that they’d fucked—the sweat, the soreness, and the feel of Cass’s body pressed up against hers in a possessive spooning. Cass slept like the dead, though. Steph was able to ease her off to the side, then picked herself up off the bed and went to the bathroom to run the shower. 

She started crying as she stood under the water. How could the sex have been so good, she kept asking herself, when she had done something as terrible as cheating on Tim? It didn’t help that now she could compare the two. In addition to being simply bigger, Cass had fucked her longer, harder, more passionately than Tim did. 

It was enough to make her sorry she’d lost her virginity. She’d had such a good relationship with Tim before sex became such a disappointment. And now sex with Cass was this entirely different thing, an ever-present temptation. She couldn’t stop thinking about how Cass and the complete satisfaction of her prick were right in the other room, waiting to make sex as incredible as she’d hoped it would be with Tim.

If only her mother could explain things to her, but of course, Steph could never tell her all of what had happened.

She got out of the shower, drying off, brushing her blonde hair. In the mirror she saw herself—her petite body, her modest curves, with creamy skin bringing out the attraction in an otherwise unremarkable body. A girlish prettiness to her face that would never be beautiful. Her pussy still felt damp, not from the shower, but deep inside. Even her asshole felt sensitive, enough to make her tempted by the prospect of touching it, pleasuring herself there as she had rarely thought about. 

All of her body was warm and the thought of putting on clothes was impossible. She shrugged on a robe instead, regretting the cute, kid sister sexuality that still looked at her from out of the mirror. It had drawn Cass to her, which had led to her cheating on Tim, and now Steph hated the meager kinkiness of her slender little body.

She came out of the bathroom and found Cass was awake. The other girl sat on the bed with the sheets drawn, either accidentally or purposefully, over her lap, so that her… ‘manhood’ was hidden while her own pert little breasts were on full display. Steph caught herself staring at them, and at the hill in the wrinkled sheet that had to be Cass’s flaccid erection. 

She blinked, long and hard. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that she had cheated on Tim. It wasn’t important whether Cass had a dong or a vag or a bunch of tentacles.

“Last night was a mistake,” Steph said. “It’s not your fault—I should’ve known better. I guess I’ll just… I’ll just go and think about what I’ll say to Tim. But we can’t do this again. It wouldn’t be fair to him; starting something like this when I’m with him and then… keeping it going.”

“No,” Cass said, and Steph was too familiar with Cass’s voice to think that she was agreeing with her.

“No?” she repeated. “No what? No, last night wasn’t a mistake? No, it was your fault?”

“Just no,” Cass said stiffly. She pointed at Steph. “No.”

“I can’t read body language, Cass, I don’t know what you’re getting at. I’m trying to tell you that what we did was wrong—”

“No,” Cass said emphatically.

Steph was shook from her rhythm, but didn’t lose it. “That we have to stop this—”

“No.”

“That I…”

“No,” Cass insisted. “I can… see you. You’re not… sorry. You don’t… want to stop. You want… more. You didn’t… want him.”

“Yes, I did, Cass,” Steph retorted, feeling her cheeks flush. “I mean, I do. I do want Tim, but he probably won’t take me back—”

“You don’t… want him to.”

Steph’s eyes burned. “Don’t tell me my own damn feelings, okay!?”

“Then admit… the truth.”

“You are being such a guy right now!” Steph accused. “You just want me to go to bed with you again; that probably felt as good for you as it did for me!” Her ears burned after she said all that, all the flubs adding up, but she couldn’t stop herself to acknowledge them.

“Yes. That… too,” Cass said simply. “You want me… right now. Afraid…”

“I’m not afraid! I just can’t!”

“Can… will,” Cass enunciated precisely. “If I have to… tell you what to do… what your body wants… I will.”

“Yeah, you probably know exactly what gets me off, with your stupid ninja senses.” Steph shook her head. “I’m talking about relationships, Cass! About what’s fair to Tim!”

“Fair to Tim… to have girlfriend… who wants my dick all the time?”

Steph really blushed now. “You’re so obnoxious, you know that? It’s not cute when we’re not talking about rooftop tag. This means something.”

“Yes,” Cass said. “It means I have to… make you come… if I want you to… see.”

“See? See what?”

“How much you liked it… when you came… on my cock. You blacked out… I saw it… couldn’t take… how good it was… don’t realize… how right we were… I’ll show you… again…”

Then Steph saw the sheet in her lap lifting upward, her awakening erection forming a huge bulge. It was impossible for her not to look. Cass saw where she was looking. She smiled. 

“I’m glad you noticed… Steph… before it went in… your mouth.”

Steph flinched to hear that. She’d sucked cock often enough, with Tim at least, but now, in the bloom of anger, she couldn’t believe that Cass was asking to use her that way. She couldn’t believe she’d feel a searing hot load of cum shoot into her mouth the way it had into her pussy. How could she go back to Tim with both those experiences in her memory?

“Have to show you… make you understand… if you want it to feel good… I have to do it.” Cass fixed Steph with her most serious look, sending a flicker of fear down Steph’s spine. She wasn’t afraid of bodily harm, though, but the sheer intensity which Cass was turning on her. She didn’t know if she’d ever felt as strongly about anything as Cass now desired… her. “Come here.”

Steph took an involuntary step forward. She couldn’t believe it. Was she really so subservient to Cass that all it took was a strong voice to make her obey? “Cass, this is crazy…”

“No,” Cass said sharply. “Crazy to lie about… what we want… what we like… show you… make you see… don’t walk to me. Crawl. Hands and knees.”

“Jesus, Cass!” Steph snapped. “You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Then go see Tim!” Cass roared suddenly. “See if he takes you back… full of my cum… and never have my cock again. Or get down on your knees… and come here…”

Steph hesitated, the flash of anger she felt at the harsh words curdling into outrage at Cass, but she sullenly knelt down. Padding forward to Cass on her knees.

“No!” Cass said demandingly. “Crawl!”

Steph didn’t know why, but she got down on all fours and padded over to Cass, stopping when her head was even with Cass’s knees. Cass opened them, making plenty of room for Steph’s slight body between her legs.

“Closer,” Cass ordered.

Steph crawled up between her knees until she was only inches from the tented rise in the bedsheet.

“Take it out… now…”

Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, Steph reached underneath the bedsheet. She fumbled between Cass’s toned thighs until touching the bare cock at her groin. It was burning hot. She hadn’t remembered it being so hot…

A moment later, she’d worked the sheet off it. It shot straight up into the air, the base throbbing obscenely in her hand.

“Pump on it,” Cass told her, her voice hoarse with Steph’s hand touching her, wrapped around her.

Steph slid the foreskin up and down the rock-hard shaft, with trepidation at first, but then with growing speed. She might as well get this over with quickly now that she’d started doing it. But Cass hit her with a disapproving look.

“Slow down,” Cass moaned. “I don’t want to come… not yet…”

Steph bit her cheek in irritation. She wouldn’t mind if Cass came in her hand. It seemed less intimate than having it in her mouth. Safer, somehow. And Cass was close. Her massive erection throbbed hotly between Steph’s fingers—a froth of precum cascaded out from the swollen head, Steph gasping as it neared her stroking hand.

Cass saw it too. “Lick that up,” she told Steph gleefully. “Use her tongue and… clean me off…”

Steph now felt like she was in a dream, but the prospect of disobeying Cass was always further and further from her mind. She seemed to swell, burn hotter, pulse harder, with every order Cass gave her. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the purple glans of Cass’s prick. Instantly the salty tang of the precum slammed into her senses.

Perhaps that brought Steph back to herself a little; realizing just how much she was enjoying this perverted submissiveness to Cass, even though it was compounding her unfaithfulness to Tim. She had to bring it to an end. She shot out her tongue and fluttered it against the tender opening at Cass’s tip, tasting still more of Cass’s precum as she tried to bring her off.

“Ggghh! No!” Cass said stridently, slapping Steph to knock the blonde away from her twitching phallus. “I said… it wasn’t time yet…”

Steph rubbed her sore cheek. She knew Cass could’ve done a lot more damage, that the blow was little more than she would’ve received if they were sparring together, but it still smarted. “You hit me,” she said, pouting, now thinking to play on Cass’s sympathies to bring whatever this was to an end.

“I’m sorry,” Cass said. “You were being… bad.”

“So you’re just going to hit me when I’m ‘bad’?”

Cass nodded, almost innocently. “When you’re bad… when you’re naughty… when I think… you need to be punished…”

“Jesus Christ, Cass—I’m not some kind of masochist.”

“Then don’t be… a bad girl.” Cass reached out to stroke the side of Steph’s face tenderly. “I don’t want to… punish you… but you won’t admit… what you want… if this is the only way… to make it good for you… I’ll hurt you…”

“And what makes you think I’d ever agree to that?” Steph demanded.

Now Cass enunciated very clearly, putting all her energy into making herself understood. “You’re still… here… still… wet…”

Steph could only sputter in denial. “I… I don’t want… that’s not…”

Cass patted Steph’s stinging cheek. “For someone who… knows how to talk… you’re not very… good at it… quiet now… I have better things… for your mouth…”

She laid back until her weight was on her elbows, her big fleshy erection looming over her groin like a medieval tower.

“You want me to put that in my mouth?” Steph gasped.

“You can put your mouth… around it… or I can put it… in your mouth.” And Cass smiled. Steph had no doubt that she would follow through on her promise and fuck Steph’s face the same way she had her pussy last night, if Steph didn’t do as she was told.

Steeling herself, Steph bowed her head and wrapped her mouth around the huge cock. She had forgotten how big it was, how big it felt inside her. It stretched her jaw just as it had stretched her cunt. She didn’t know how she would get it all into her mouth—she would have to open her throat to get even half of it past her lips. 

Steph opened as wide as she could, her jaw aching painfully as she ran it over the huge knob. Taking the shaft into her mouth until the glans butted against the back of her throat. There was still plenty of Cass’s length jutting from her splayed lips. She sucked immediately, trying not to think of the obscene picture she must make, with Cass’s prick staked into her open mouth.

“That’s good, Steph… you’re being very… good… but you have to suck all of it… not only the tip.”

Cass tangled her hands into Steph’s thick blonde hair and pulled her downward as she thrust upward with her hips, ramming her thick shaft brutally into Steph’s gullet. Steph gagged, ending the swollen cockhead pressing into her narrow throat, and automatically she swallowed. The hotly throbbing erection went down her throat—she felt its firm weight opening up her airway and knew she’d feel it if she touched her neck.

“You suck all of it… and you’ll get my cum,” Cass said, still holding Steph by the hair, forcing her mouth up and down on the thick erection. Between that and the way she rolled her hips up to Steph’s descending face, the blonde had no choice but to gargle on Cass’s prick no matter how deep it went down her throat.

Steph sucked hard, wanting to be done with this, wanting to make Cass come, even if the result did end up in her own mouth. Her throat muscles acted like they were made to service Cass, opening to let in Cass’s thrusting prick, then closing around the shaft when it was buried in her. Steph stopped thinking, lost all idea of how humiliated and disgusted she should be, and did her best to bring Cass’s hot cum out of her cock and into Steph’s belly.

Cass looked down in delight, picking up Steph’s growing, unadmitted enjoyment as she slaved over the erection that dominated her mouth. Steph’s blonde hair fell around her pretty face until all Cass could see was the shaft of her aching cock disappearing under a golden veil. 

Cass brushed Steph’s hair out of the way, wanting to see the expression on Steph’s face. Although Steph’s body was lit up with happiness at her servitude, her face was blank, carefully hiding what she was feeling. Her eyes stared glassily down at Cass’s throbbing shaft as it went in and out of her mouth, while her cheeks hollowed and filled mechanically as her throat rode the strokes of the erection.

With a snarl, Cass rammed Steph’s head down on her member, filling her with the awareness of her power that Steph was trying so hard to avoid. The very ease with which Steph took Cass’s enormous penetration of her gullet spoke to Steph being her bitch now.

“Suck harder!” Cass hissed. “I know you love… my cock down your throat… now show me… how much you want… my cum!”

Cass took one hand out of her hair and stretched it down below Steph’s kneeling body. She seized one of Steph’s supple little breasts in her hand and squeezed it as hard as her callused fingers would. Steph winced away from the pain, but somehow it motivated her to suck even harder, wanting to get Cass off as quickly as possible, just like Cass had said. She could feel the cock getting bigger and bigger in her mouth, she couldn’t believe how swollen it was, so big it could barely hold the orgasm that was getting closer and closer.

To show Cass how much she wanted her cum, Steph reached out, to squeeze her drum-tight scrotum and drag her nails tantalizingly close to Cass’s tightly clenched asshole. It was more than Cass could take.

“Oh!” she cried. “I’m coming… for you… my bitch! Drink every last… drop… like the bitch… you are…!”

Cass’s voice closed up into a strangled bellow, her body devoting all its energy to the hot rush of cum shooting through her monstrously swollen prick, making its entire length shudder with the force of its passage. Cass’s head fell back helplessly, her fingers going rigid in Steph’s hair, holding her fanatically to the spurting cock that impaled Steph’s mouth.

Steph felt Cass’s prick jerk around in her mouth, as if mocking how avidly she was sucking it. She barely had time to prepare herself before the first surge of cum flooded her straining mouth. Steph gulped it down madly, trying to free her throat of the steaming hot semen before she choked on it, but there was too much for her to swallow. Thick trickles of seed ran out of her lips where they circled the base of Cass’s prick. 

Steph felt the slippery cum both sliding down her throat and running out of her mouth, but there was nothing she could do as it both covered her and filled her. Cass’s powerful hands held her captive; she could only choose between swallowing and suffocating. 

Finally, the last few spurts of cum had slipped down Steph’s throat and Cass’s prick began to diminish in her mouth. Cass’s hands were waxy and soft, releasing Steph when she drew back her head and let Cass’s waning prick slide out of her cum-stained lips. It flopped wetly down to the bedspread.

 Steph knelt there, wavering, trying to catch her breath, milky-white cum dripping from her chin. Seeing Cass eying her, Steph quickly wiped it away. 

“I have to go,” Steph said, stumbling for the bathroom, her words coming hoarsely out of her cock-chafed throat.