“I like seeing you jerk it. I so like it. Keep doing it. Faster—that’s good—like that—I shouldn’t get your cock when I’ve been such a bad girl. I should only get to watch. Make me watch, punish me, and then I’ll make it up to you. I’ll suck you hard again. I’ll give you a great big hard-on so you know I’m a good girl again, your good girl to fuck…”
She was fingering herself madly now, unwilling to believe her dream lover could not be there, her hand a flying blur at her sweet pussy. It felt amazing.
Katy remembered football games at her high school. Getting all dressed up in her cheerleading uniform, not that there was much to get dressed up in. And how she’d yell and somersault and all but fly in front of the grandstand, watched by all the boys, all the men, even all the girls.
They all wanted her and wanted to be her and wanted both, she looked so good, and when they all went home and fucked their wives, their girlfriends, they were really fucking her. Her fine little pussy, that they were all trying to get a look at as her skirt whirled and swooped around with her cavorting body.
“Yeah, you want me bad. You want me so bad it’s going to shoot out all over me,” she muttered, feeling her body about to go over into the surge of bliss that would have to do for her.
She loved it, but it wasn’t being fucked. It wasn’t even what she could get from some dirty old man watching her dance.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she babbled, making a demand of the universe that had to be answered, because she looked even better than she had as a teenage dream. She looked good enough for the gods.
But all they gave her was another rush of pleasure—the same as she always got from her hands. Just with a little something more.
“OHHHhhhh—” Katy mewled as she ejaculated, that slippery wet feeling that was almost urination but not, her pussy hitting a high note, something leaving her body and being replaced by a flush of contentment at her accomplishment.
Her cheeks colored. She’d really let something out. Her clit was flaring like it was red-hot. If a camera were rolling, it might’ve caught her geysering her cream six feet in the air. So at least she didn’t get the customary disgruntlement that usually followed a masturbatory afterglow. Instead, Katy felt a little impressed by herself. And disgusted.
She’d fucked herself so hard, fantasized so intently, that she’d managed to make herself squirt.
She’d almost managed to demolish the banana in her armpit. In all her convulsing and jerking, she’d squeezed it out of its peel and gooey chunks of banana pudding now decorated her heaving chest. Not a good substitute for a man’s cum. Waaay too thick. If a man really came like that, his used condom would look like a bag of almonds.
Katy giggled at her own grossness. She laid there spread-eagle, one hand still down between her legs, the other still lying where she had thrown it out during her… eruption.
She opened her eyes to see if she’d knocked anything over with it and saw a man standing over her, his jaw slack, his eyes glassy.
He was looking at her pussy.
***
Ka-Zar had come to rescue Katy Perry. When he’d heard screaming, he’d burst into the treehouse, fearing the sick irony of traveling all this way to find the woman only to come upon her as she lay dying. But the only danger Katy was in was the danger of him stepping on her. She lay spread-eagled on the ground, fingers inside her cunt and one hand even at her asshole. Clearly a woman of lusts so strong that even when fucking herself, she was a bitch in heat.
“Uhh… hi,” Katy said. “Welcome to Casa Perry…”
Then she was startled by an unexpected sound. The noise of Ka-Zar’s loincloth hitting the floor. He wasn’t listening to a word she said. He was smelling the ardor of her cunt, looking at its wetness, and knowing the only way it wasn’t ready for him was in the way a tight pussy like hers could never be ready for a cock like his.
He dropped to his knees as Katy started to pick herself up.
“Okay, I know what you’re thinking, but I’m actually not looking for a relationship right now. I need some me time—well, obviously I’ve been having some me time—but me time where I don’t have to worry about lice, yeah, that would be—”
Ka-Zar pushed her down before she could come to her feet. Dropped her back to being an animal. Then he slapped his erection down on her sex.
“Ohh! Okay. Oh my. Do you have a permit for that thing, buddy? Because that is not something for beginners, no. That’s for the advanced class, isn’t it? You know what? I should set you up with my friend Taylor. She can really appreciate a good—”
Ka-Zar shoved his knee between her parted legs, pressured her wet sex with his kneecap.
Katy’s eyes bulged. “Oh my lord! Oh wow. Gosh. I guess that’s your way of telling me I should keep my legs open, huh? Huh. Oh geez, you’re rubbing me. Oh shit. Sorry. I usually don’t swear, you’re just… fucking getting me off with your big cock up in the air like it’s not done getting bigger yet. Okay. It can’t be that big. You wear a slutty little loincloth, buddy, and I did not see your cockhead dangling down around your knees…”
Ka-Zar forced his mouth to hers, sticking his tongue inside, a sudden shock memory bringing back what it felt like to be kissed for Katy… and telling her that no one had ever kissed her like this.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Katy said, pushing on his brawny chest, though she might as well have been shoving a bulkhead for all she moved him. “I am resisting you! I am fighting you! Do not take my ineffectualness as consent! I’m really trying here! You’re very big and I don’t have as much core strength as I thought! What’s your name, anyway?”
“Master,” Ka-Zar told her.
Katy’s eyelids fluttered a little. “That’s a nice accent you have. I guess you’re British too. And I guess you’re having your way with me here…”
Ka-Zar took her large breasts in hand. He dug his fingers into the boisterous flesh, cock jerking when the feel of her hit his senses.
Katy flinched and pounded at his chest with balled fists, but she didn’t feel like she was fighting. She felt like she was trying to get a stuck candy bar out of a vending machine. Only she didn’t know what she wanted from Ka-Zar. Except that his rough hands molding her breasts like clay made her feel like her candy bar was almost loose and if she just rocked the machine a little…
He kissed her again and Katy forgot that she needed air until a huge gasp was being pulled in through her nose.
“Say my name,” Ka-Zar ordered her, driving his fingers deeper into her bust, pressing his knee into her sopping cunt until all she felt was her wetness and the pressure that made her boil inside.
“You’re coming on really strong,” Katy whined. “I’m not saying it’s a turn-off, I’m just saying that a lot of women don’t care for it…”
Ka-Zar scraped his knee down the full length of her womanhood, pushing a sweet itch into her sensitive clit and then leaving it alone to burn.
“Okay. Okay. I really need an orgasm, so I will call you Master and you’ll put your knee right back where it was three seconds ago, okay? Okay? Please? If you could just—I’m so fucking horny—c’mon, I was almost there—”
She clenched her asscheeks and ground her hips, trying to press herself to Ka-Zar’s knee as hard as he had pressed it to her. Her juices were flowing, hot and rich, covering her pussy lips and running down between her buttocks. It coated Ka-Zar’s knee and made their contact slicker than slick when she touched herself to his knee again.
“And I just came, too. I just fucking came. You’re making me feel like such a slut for needing to come again after I just fucking came—"
Ka-Zar kissed her again, bruising her lips before releasing them. She looked up into his eyes and saw his face a mask, emblazoned with superiority and the enjoyment he was taking in her. In doing whatever he wanted with her.
His hot breath burst against her face when he breathed out, as satisfied as a quitter going back to his cigarette. Katy trembled, breathing in, having the scent of his breath inside her… one small part of him, but it was a start. She wanted to be full of him. So full that she wouldn’t get all of him out for nine months.
“You can breed me if you want,” Katy sighed. “I don’t mind…”