More to come but just want to get some feedback for my first story. Thanks
Lydia lustily gazed into the beautiful face that shone on the mirror in front of her, dazzled by the perfection she knew was there. She often gazed at her reflection with a critical yet appreciative eye. She had inherited the kind of classic beauty that never seemed to fade. Her eyes, a striking shade of hazel, were perhaps her most arresting feature. They always seemed to shimmer with an unspoken secret, ensnaring anyone who dared to hold her gaze. Her skin was creamy, with just the slightest hint of a tan—courtesy of the countless vacations she'd taken to Mexico, the Caribbean, and an assortment of countries in South America. Her lips, naturally plump, were often painted a bold red or deep burgundy, a display of her love for the dramatic. Every strand of her chestnut hair, which cascaded down her back in thick waves, was always in place, a testament to her meticulous attention to detail. Lydia’s physique was slender but athletic, toned from hours spent at private tennis lessons and the private sex sessions with those personal trainers. She was proud of the curves she had, evident in the teal athletic wear she wore, and she knew exactly how to accentuate them to get exactly what she wanted from anyone of the inferior male species.
She smiled to see such perfection, gave the divine face a wink and kiss, and then jumped from the vanity seat to return to the night’s events, her birthday party. Lydia reveled in the attention as a crescendo of energy reverberated through the mansion that she called home. With an imperious smirk fixed on her face, she flaunted the fact that she was the queen of the night, and everyone in the room knew it. As the only daughter to her wealthy parents, wealth begotten from generations of deception and crime, she was accustomed to wielding power, and tonight was no exception. The opulence around her seemed almost a mirror to her demeanor - lavish, cold, and slightly intimidating.
Lydia's home was a stage, and tonight, she was both the star and the director. With her parents gone on another of their long vacations, she felt entitled to a party amongst her fellow schoolmates, especially on her birthday. As she descended the grand staircase, she scanned the living room filled with her peers, taking in the spectacle she'd orchestrated. The vibrant chatter, the dancing figures, the heavy bass of the music—every element had been meticulously planned to perfection. The fairy lights overhead cast a dim glow, painting the room in shades of blue and pink, the shadows dancing in sync with her guests. She smirked at the makeshift dance floor she'd created and how even the feeblest attempts to downgrade it to just the living room of her family's mansion, the crowd seemed dense, a testament to her popularity—or at least the allure of her parties. Over by the snacks table, Lydia noted with satisfaction the clusters of people. Gossip was currency in high school, and money was not the only currency that was an abundant asset that Lydia coveted. She thrived on the deep secrets that haunted the hearts of minds of everyone in her school and relished exploiting those secrets to her benefit. Lydia knew that by the end of the night, stories from this party would be traded, retold, and exaggerated in classrooms and corridors, allowing her to better reap the secrets she so desperately desired.
The photo booth she'd set up was a brilliant idea. It was a closet that served a dual purpose: a fun activity for her guests and a way for Lydia to document and, in a way, control the narrative of the evening. She observed the cheerleaders giggling, swapping props, and capturing memories. Many of these memories involved the girls brandishing their budding breasts, reeling in the boys from all over the house to take a small peak. She was sure that by the end of the night, several of the people attending would have a good quick fuck in the small, secluded closet. Lydia couldn’t think of a better way to gather evidence for future blackmail against them.
She flitted outside, where the balmy air was thick with a mix of pool water and youthful pheromones. She grinned at the whole arena of nudity proudly displayed for all to see. It was obvious that many had forgotten to bring their bathing suits and decided that they were optional anyway. The football jocks sent surges of jealousy from other boys as their dicks bounced across their upper thighs, a true sausage fest, while the less endowed strategically hid behind tables or hands to preserve some privacy. The young women however owned the bulk of the staring eyes as the plump breasts jiggled with every step and the cute tufts of pubic hair glistened with small droplets of water, illuminating the pinkish hues of their pussies. As a group of them would walk by the jocks, the already large cocks turned to ginormous salamis, ready for action. There were a few couples in the pool already engaged in that action, grunting with the exertion of sex in the water. Lydia felt her own pussy get a little wet with just the little time she spent out there.
Lydia waltzed back inside, careful to dodge the passersby hastily taking off their clothes to join the pool crowd. Amidst the entrance hall, the front door opened, momentarily cutting through the music with a rush of evening air. Jesse stepped in. His arrival was starkly different from Lydia's flamboyant presence. He looked slightly uncomfortable, his eyes darting around the mansion, clearly out of his element.
Lydia couldn't deny the magnetism of his physical presence. To her, Jesse's stature alone made him stand out in any crowd. He wasn't exceptionally tall, but his frame was built solidly, every muscle finely tuned from years on the football field. Each time she saw him, she couldn't help but notice how his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, proof of the hours he spent in rigorous training. His dedication to the sport was evident. The waistline also accentuated the bulge that protruded from his pants. Despite the cocks she witnessed at the pool, Lydia felt that none of them held a candle to the size Jesse was packing around. Jesse's face, too, was something she often found herself analyzing, though she'd never dare admit it aloud. His jawline was sharp, sculpted, always shadowed slightly by a stubble that gave him an air of ruggedness. His nose, slightly crooked from an old break during a game, added character to his face rather than detracting from it. His hair, a wavy mass of dark locks, rebelled against any attempts to be tamed, much like Jesse himself. Lydia had caught herself more than once wondering what it felt like, pondering if it was as soft as it looked. But it was his eyes that always captured Lydia's attention the most. They were a deep brown, almost black, and seemed to hold stories of their own. They spoke of passion, determination, and a hint of vulnerability that he showed to very few. They were eyes that seemed to see right through her, challenging and probing, making her feel transparent.
She sauntered over, her movement dripping with overconfidence. "Jesse," she drawled, drawing out his name as if tasting each syllable. "I wasn't sure you'd come."
Jesse exhaled, the weight of what brought him here evident. "You knew I'd be here," he replied bluntly.
A small crowd had gathered, eager to witness this unexpected interaction. Everyone knew of Lydia’s spoiled reputation and Jesse’s rising status as the school's star quarterback. But the nature of their relationship was the stuff of whispered rumors and wild speculations.
"You're right. I always get what I want," Lydia responded, a smirk playing on her lips, reminding him of the leverage she had over him.
He looked at her, the conflict evident in his eyes. Whatever Lydia held over him, it was significant enough to have him play along, at least for tonight. "Let's get this over with," he muttered.
She leaned in, whispering something in his ear, the sharp edge of her voice cutting through the ambient noise. “You know what happens if you don’t play along right?” He nodded stiffly, knowing he had little choice.
The dance floor in the mansion’s grand ballroom was beginning to fill with the now clothed participants from the nudist club outside. The bright strobe lights illuminated Lydia and Jesse as she took the lead, dragging him to the center.
"Come on, Jesse, show us those quarterback moves," teased Lydia, planting her back to his massive chest and gyrating her hips on his groin. Her ass cheeks brushed the lump of his cock hidden behind his jeans, and her heart leapt in her throat. It was definitely bigger than it seemed. The juices in her pussy began to flow and she hoped it wouldn’t seep through the tight leggings.
He pushed her slightly away from his chest, looking around uncomfortably, very aware that they were the focus of multiple gazes. "I don't dance," he responded tersely.
But Lydia wasn't one to take no for an answer. "Oh, come now," she purred, grasping his thick arm, using her fingers to trace circles on it. "It's just a bit of fun. Besides, wouldn't want to disappoint the birthday girl, would you?" She laced the question with a threatening tone.
Before he could react, the DJ shifted gears, transitioning into a slower, more rhythmical tune - perfect for the nightclub two-step. The sultry beat wafted through the air, weaving an almost magnetic pull on the crowd. Lydia chuckled triumphantly, taking this as her cue to draw him in closer, settling their hips close so that she could continue to have his bulge touch her. They swayed to the music, the tension between them palpable. With practiced ease, he took the lead, drawing her close with one hand on the small of her back, their other hands entwined. Their bodies moved harmoniously, gliding smoothly on the wooden floor, every step and sway, a silent conversation.
"You've improved," Lydia remarked with a hint of genuine surprise, recalling their clumsy attempts at dancing during their tenure together, back before Jesse started dating Elaina.
Jesse smirked, leading her into a spin before reeling her back in. "Some of us evolve, Lydia."
She huffed, the playfulness evident in her tone, "Evolution doesn't erase the past. You can’t just dump someone and be free of the consequences."
He glanced down at her, his eyes landing for a split second on the cleavage formed by her tits, a feature that was so much more evident being this close to her. He quickly reverted his gaze. "It may not erase the past, but it shapes the future. You could let all this go. Don’t do this, Lydia."
For a moment, they lost themselves in the dance. Lydia was the first to break the silence, her voice barely audible above the music, "Why did you come tonight, knowing it is a trap?"
Jesse tightened his grip momentarily, pulling her closer into a cuddle, her back to his chest, "To see how deep the rabbit hole goes." She could feel the large cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
She smirked, her eyes reflecting mischief but tried to keep the moan from her response, "And are you scared of what you might find?"
He led her into a series of quick, intricate steps, causing her boobs to bounce with the movements. "I'm more curious about who's really in control here."
Their movements became more intense, their feet almost a blur, the space around them filled with tension and unresolved emotions. Lydia, slightly out of breath from the rigorous dance steps, said, "This night is just beginning, Jesse. And as much as you'd like to believe otherwise, I'm the one setting the rules."
He leaned down, his voice husky and low, "Rules are meant to be broken." As the song reached its crescendo, Jesse executed a flawless dip, Lydia's hair cascading down like a waterfall and her cleavage for all to see. They held the pose, their breaths ragged, the world around them momentarily forgotten.
The final chord of the song lingered in the air, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved. The world around them seemed suspended, the weight of their shared history pressing down. The intensity between Lydia and Jesse was palpable. The crowd, sensing the chemistry, watched in silence, waiting for one of them to break.
Lydia was the first to disengage, pushing herself upright with a controlled elegance. The sultry grin was back, but her eyes, those told a different story. There was a flicker of vulnerability, a hint of the genuine pain she had masked so well.
"Well, that was... invigorating," she drawled, brushing an errant strand of hair behind her ear. But Jesse caught the slight tremble in her hand, the subtle indication that their dance had affected her as much as it did him.
Jesse, however, didn't let the moment define him. With a casual shrug, he responded, "I've had better."
It was a barbed comment, designed to provoke. Lydia raised an eyebrow, the playful malice back in full force. "Of course, you have. With Elaina, perhaps?"
He stiffened, the casual mention of Elaina's name cutting deep. But Jesse was quick on his feet, mentally and physically. "You really think this game you're playing will end well for you, Lydia?"
Lydia laughed, a crystalline sound that did little to mask the bitterness underneath. "This isn't a game, Jesse. This is my life. And right now, you're just a player in it."
He stepped closer, their faces inches apart. She saw the pain in his eyes. She wanted him to kiss her hard right then and run away like the old times. "Just remember, every game has a winner and a loser. And I don't plan on losing."
Lydia's eyes bore into his, the electricity between them undeniable, reminding herself of her objective for the night. "We'll see about that."
The tension was broken as the DJ shifted gears again, filling the room with a pulsating beat. The crowd, sensing the drama was over for now, returned to their revelries. But in that brief exchange, battle lines had been drawn. The night was young, and both Lydia and Jesse knew the real game had just begun.
The party was in full swing, but the atmosphere had changed. Lydia, bolstered by her girlfriends, held court on one of the ornate, velvet couches, a wine glass in hand. Her laughter echoed a little too loudly, her stories embellished with a touch more drama than usual. But her eyes darted around, always watching, always searching. Every so often, they'd fix on Jesse, gauging his reactions, trying to decode his next move.
Alyssa, one of Lydia's closest friends, leaned in conspiratorially. "That dance was something, Lyd. But what's the real story? I've never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at Jesse."
Alyssa stood tall and willowy, with long raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes that contrasted her porcelain skin. A smattering of freckles dotted her cheeks and bare shoulders. She wore a sleek, deep emerald gown that highlighted her slender figure and allured all eyes to admire her breasts, which seemed desperate to escape her dress. Her style was bohemian, always accented with layers of silver jewelry.
Lydia's gaze hardened momentarily. "Old history, Alyssa. And not worth revisiting."
Alyssa regretted her probing the moment the words left her lips. The atmosphere around them seemed to thicken, and the bubbly mood of their little clique shifted. Lydia's lips tightened into a thin line, her fingers drumming against her wine glass.
Clearing her throat, Alyssa forced a smile and leaned back, trying to recover. "Did you see Claire's new look, though? Those bangs are... something."
Serena, ever the peacekeeper of the group, quickly caught on and chimed in, "Honestly, I think she pulls it off! You need confidence to rock such a bold change."
Serena had a curvy, petite frame, her golden-brown hair cut into a chic bob that framed a heart-shaped face. Her hazel eyes were perpetually lively, dancing with mischief. Tonight, she sported a playful, polka-dotted dress that swayed with every step, matching her bubbly personality, and accentuating the firmness of her ass.
Natasha, with her signature wit, added, "Confidence or a blind stylist."
Natasha, often called Tasha by her close friends, was the epitome of elegance. Tall and statuesque, her sleek platinum blonde hair flowed straight down her back. Her green eyes had a calm, assessing quality, always observing. She wore a sophisticated, off-the-shoulder red gown, carrying herself with a grace that was unmistakably regal.
They all laughed, the tension momentarily forgotten, but the elephant in the room remained. Still, Alyssa's faux pas had triggered a domino effect of curiosity among the group.
While Lydia was occupied with refilling her glass, Tasha leaned closer to Alyssa, her blue eyes filled with mischief. "Come on, spill it. There's more to this story than you're letting on."
Alyssa, wide-eyed, responded with a slight whisper, "Honestly, I know next to nothing. But those looks between Lydia and Jesse? Fireworks. And not the Fourth of July kind."
Serena, always the romantic of the group, sighed dreamily. "I always thought they had chemistry. But with Elaina in the picture now? It's like a modern-day soap opera."
Natasha smirked, "With Lydia as the star, no doubt."
Alyssa nodded in agreement. "She always did have a flair for the dramatic."
The girls giggled amongst themselves, momentarily distracted by their speculation. But Lydia, sharper than most gave her credit for, sensed the direction of their conversation. With a raise of her eyebrow, she posed a challenge without uttering a word.
Tasha, never one to back down, raised her glass in Lydia's direction, a sly smile playing on her lips. "To love triangles and drama. May our lives never be boring."
Lydia clinked her glass with Tasha's, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and defiance. "Oh, trust me, with or without Jesse, my life is anything but boring."
The evening continued, with Lydia being the star of her own show, always one step ahead, orchestrating the night's drama to her whims. Every glance, every gesture, every whispered secret only added to her power. She moved effortlessly through the crowd, a queen in her court, drawing people into her gravitational pull, then casting them aside when they no longer served her purpose.
At one point, she found herself at the edge of the dance floor, watching the swirling couples, the thrum of the beat echoing in her chest. A couple of guys from the school football team tried to flirt, but she dismissed them with a playful yet sharp remark, leaving them both red-faced and retreating.
But it wasn't just about the social maneuvers. There were times Lydia felt an overwhelming urge to conquer, to see others squirm under her power. The situation with Jesse and Elaina was the perfect playground for her dark games. She knew Elaina had always been the golden girl, the one everyone looked up to, and tearing her down was a challenge Lydia couldn't resist.
Lydia found herself by the pool, staring at her reflection in the water, the shimmering lights from the house playing on the surface. The calmness of the water was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions inside her.
"Quite the party you've thrown," a voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Tasha, a glass of wine in hand, her face illuminated by the pool lights.
Lydia tilted her head, smirking. "Well, if you're going to do something, might as well do it with a bang."
Tasha chuckled, "You always did have a flair for the dramatic. Just be careful, Lyd. Games have a way of turning on their players."
Lydia took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving her reflection. "I've always been good at games, Tasha. And I have no intention of losing."
Tasha nodded slowly, finishing her wine. "Just remember, not everyone is a pawn. Some pieces can bite back."
With that, she turned and walked back into the house, leaving Lydia alone by the pool, but passing Elaina on the way back to the house. Lydia smirked as she sipped her drink, noticing Elaina’s silhouette. As the soft voice, just above a whisper, reached her, Lydia prepared herself for the confrontation she had eagerly anticipated.
“Lydia, can we talk?” Elaina’s voice held an edge of desperation, something Lydia was not accustomed to hearing from the composed Elaina.
Lydia turned, feigning surprise. “Elaina! Of course. What’s on your mind?”
Elaina, for all her flaws was very beautiful, not the same beautiful as Lydia, but still beautiful. Her skin was a luminous shade of caramel, a warm glow even in the ambient lighting of the party, with golden undertones peeking through. Her rich mahogany hair held volume and texture, but flowed in soft, cascading curls down her back. Occasionally, under the party's lights, hints of chestnut and gold shimmered within. Full lips often broke into thoughtfully soft smiles, making conversations with her seem intimate and genuine. Her eyebrows, a delicate arch, added depth and expressiveness to her countenance. Elaina's eyes, a captivating hazel, shifted between shades of green and brown, exuding both mystery and warmth. She was often dressed in soft pastels, deep earthy tones, and sometimes daring vibrant hues. The fabrics, chosen as much for comfort as for aesthetic, seemed to drape on her effortlessly. A delicate gold necklace graced her neck, its pendant suggesting a deeper, perhaps ancestral significance.
Elaina hesitated, her eyes darting around before settling on Lydia’s. “I heard about the video. Lydia, you have to delete it. Please.”
Lydia feigned innocence, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Video?”
Elaina took a deep breath, her usual calm demeanor now replaced by a hint of pleading. “Lydia, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Jesse and I... we love each other very much and that was an extremely private moment. It’s not right for you or anyone else to have it. Please, for once, do the right thing.”
Lydia leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You see, Elaina, maybe if you hadn’t been fucking around with my ex-boyfriend, none of this would have happened. This is all your own fault in a way.”
Elaina’s face reddened, the weight of the situation sinking in. “That’s our personal business. It’s not for anyone else to judge or see. Please, Lydia, delete it. What do you want?”
Lydia leaned back, savoring the power she held. “Why would I tell you what I want. Far too important for you to know. Just know that Jesse’s mine tonight. I control him.”
Elaina’s voice trembled, but she managed to maintain her composure. “You might have a video of us fucking, Lydia, but that doesn't give you ownership over him or his choices. He will do the right thing. He would never want to be with you again.”
Lydia smiled slyly, taking another sip of her drink. “We’ll see.”
Elaina took a deep breath, gathering her emotions. “Fine, play your games, Lydia. But remember, things have a way of coming back around.”
With that, Elaina retreated, her posture strong, but her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. Lydia watched her go, a predatory satisfaction settling over her. The night was unfolding exactly as she had planned.
Lydia let a few moments pass after Elaina's exit, letting the satisfaction of the confrontation linger. She relished in the feeling of power and control. With a practiced grace, she stood up from her plush seat and began to weave her way through the party guests, her heels clicking authoritatively against the marble floors of her grand home.
As Lydia navigated through the crowd and up the stairs, the din of laughter and music swirling around her, she made a deliberate show of mingling with her guests.
"Lydia!" cooed Clarissa, one of her school's cheerleaders and an ardent admirer of Lydia's social standing. Clarissa's dress was tailored to emphasize her bust, snugly contouring around her chest to highlight her feminine silhouette. "Happy Birthday! You look absolutely stunning tonight."
Lydia offered a gracious smile, taking in Clarissa's too-eager expression. "Thank you, Clarissa. I must say, that dress is quite the showstopper."
Clarissa giggled, twirling in place, her tits threatening to fall out of the tailor’s design. "Oh, this old thing? Just something I picked up last minute. But enough about me. How's the party going for you?"
"It's going splendidly," Lydia replied, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "And there's still so much of the night left."
With a nod and another flash of her radiant smile, Lydia excused herself. She was on a mission, after all. Just as she was about to approach another cluster of guests, she spotted him.
Jesse leaned casually against the wall near the grand staircase, surrounded by his usual entourage. The light from the chandeliers cast a warm glow on him, his dark hair contrasting starkly against his white shirt. He was deep in conversation with a couple of guys from the football team, their laughter echoing through the vast hall. From her vantage point, Lydia could hear snippets of their banter, the typical chatter of teenage boys about games, girls, and weekend plans.
Her heart rate quickened, not out of affection, but from the thrill of the game she was about to play. It was time to make her move. As she neared him, she intentionally brushed past him, letting her hand graze his ass just so.
"Oops," she murmured, making sure to meet his gaze.
Jesse looked down at her, an array of emotions visible in his eyes, but he masked them well. "Lydia."
She tilted her head, her lips curving into a deceptively sweet smile. "Jesse." Lydia leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I have a surprise for you. Come with me.”
Jesse stiffened, clearly on edge. "What are you talking about?"
Her fingers trailed up his arm. "A little birthday gift. Meet me in my room in ten minutes."
Jesse's jaw clenched, a clear sign of his internal conflict. Lydia relished it. "Lydia, I don't think—"
"Shhh," she cut him off, stealthily grasping his junk with her small hand. "Ten minutes. Don't be late." She emphasized the last three words with little squeezes, making her threat known. Jesse’s eyes were bulging, partly from shock, partly from arousal. He nodded reluctantly.
Lydia gracefully wove through the crowd, her infectious energy drawing people to her. The soft fabric of her dress brushed against her skin as she moved, making her feel all the more powerful.
"Lydia!" gushed a bubbly voice. It was Mandy, the editor of the school yearbook, her curly hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and her camera strapped around her neck. "You look absolutely radiant! That dress is divine!"
Lydia smirked, her red lips curling into a sly smile. "Thank you, Mandy. You know, I saw it and thought it was just the right amount of 'Lydia' for the evening."
Mandy laughed, her silver bracelets jingling with the motion. "I need to get a picture of you. This will be perfect for the yearbook. Imagine the caption, 'The queen of her castle!'"
Lydia gracefully posed, one hand on her hip, her head tilted slightly. The camera flashed, capturing her in all her confident glory. "Make sure you get my good side," Lydia quipped, though she knew every side was her good side.
As Lydia continued through the party, she was accosted by more admirers and well-wishers. There was a constant buzz around her, a mix of compliments, laughter, and the occasional whispered rumor. She was in her element, a puppeteer expertly pulling the strings, relishing every moment of control she had over the scene before her.
Throughout the party, she sent occasional glances towards Jesse, making sure he saw her watching him, her gaze unwavering. The anticipation was palpable. She knew she had him trapped, and it gave her a heady thrill.
Lydia made her way to her opulent bedroom, ensuring the door was slightly ajar. She stripped off to nothing but her white lingerie, a stark contrast from the darkness of the room. She lay herself diagonally on her plush bed, cross legged to hide her sex as she struck a seductive pose and waited. She was a predator poised for the chase, and tonight, Jesse was her prey. She heard footsteps coming closer.
She waited for Jesse to push the ajar door the rest of the way open. She knew he would not be able to resist the urge to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. The desire to taste her would be overwhelming. His hands would explore every inch of her voluptuous body. Jesse hesitantly pushed open the door. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Lydia on the bed. She looked beautiful, with her hair tousled and her skin flushed from the heat of passion.
“Jesus, Lydia,” he said, “why are you doing this?”
“Because you hurt me.” Lydia’s tone was desperate. “Now it’s your turn to feel the hurt of a broken heart.”
Jesse looked beaten, and in surrender, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He then stood there by the door, looking at her. She watched his eyes trace intricate designs over her exposed flesh. She saw him focus on the moistness between her legs, the flush of skin at her tits and face. She knew he heard the small rapid breaths she took in between her ruby lips. She knew of the things he wanted to do to her. She knew he wanted to fuck her so bad. She also knew he didn’t want to betray Elaina like this. She reveled in his pain.
She smiled at him and spread her legs wide, a gesture to move to the bed and join her. He stared down at her glistening pussy, hiding behind the transparent white cloth. Almost like an insect being guided to a bright light, Jesse ambled over to the bed and sat next to her.
“You’ve been missing that, huh, baby?” She said her mocking tone, her face feigning seriousness. “Do you miss my mouth too? Yeah…. I know you do!” She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and let them roam across his chest and stomach, then finally down to tease around his groin. “I definitely missed this…….” She trailed off the last of her sentence, trailing three fingers across the huge outline of his member beneath the denim.
Jesse groaned and tried to move his hips away from her tantalizing touch, but she firmly wrapped her bare legs around his waist, holding him in place. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as she continued to lightly stroke his crotch while keeping her eyes locked with his.
Lydia formed a wicked smile in response to his futile attempt to escape her touch. She leaned her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’ll never want anyone else again.”
“Oh God,” he moaned, his body tensing up against her, unable to hide his lust for her. She reached out with her tongue and flicked it against his earlobe, hot breath escaping from her lips to graze his neck, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. Taking it as a sign that he was surrendering, she wrapped her lips around his ear and sucked hard. Jesse arched his back and neck, unable to stay unreactive to her advances. Lydia’s fingers reacted too, altering from the light stroking to grasping his cock. She could feel it pulsating in her hands begging for release.
He returned his unflinching gaze to hers, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, holding her in place. “Mmmmm,” she purred, “you’re already so hard for me. Do you get this hard for Elaina?”
Jesse, not trusting himself to speak, could only respond with soft gasps as she gave his member small firm squeezes. She was floored when they were fucking before how his dick was twice as long as the width of her hand, and that was something that had not changed. She smiled wide and brushed her nose up against his, lips barely touching. Both of their mouths hung slightly open to accommodate the heavy breathing that comes with ravishing desire. She pulled her head back, matching his gaze again with a smoldering grin.
“Just tell me what you want, Lydia.” Jesse begged, trying to avoid what he knew was the inevitable.
“You know what I want Jesse.” She said in an assertive tone. “I want you to want me. I want you to fuck me like you want me and not Elaina.”
“You know I can’t do that.” He retorted. “I love her.”
“Love her enough to fuck me?” Lydia smiled coyly. “If you don’t, there won’t be much loving going on between you when her parents see my….. evidence.” She drawled out the last word.
Lydia licked her lips seductively as she watched him struggle with the decision. It made her even more wet to see him like this. She saw that he was a man stuck between an unstoppable force and a seemingly immovable object. There was no point in denying that right now, Lydia was the unstoppable force. She had been planning and waiting for this moment since the day that Jesse had walked out on her, thrown her to the side of the ditch to be with another bitch like Elaina. All she had to do now was wait for the dam of desire to break completely in Jesse’s mind and she would win.
His eyes said it all. They roamed her whole body, her tits and pussy receiving most of the attention. The way he looked at her, the flood of desire had finally come. The dam of fidelity broken by Lydia’s unflinching blows of seduction.
He reacted fast, much faster than she had expected. He was somehow on his feet by the bed and at the same time, had pushed her down on the bed. She scooted over to the middle of the bed to make room for him on the side. He sat down, eyes looking into her soul with a determined look and reached out his hand and touched her pussy, feeling its wetness. She gasped at his touch, getting more wet from his expert hands drawing a picture of lust on her swollen clit.
He leaned his head close to her ear, “Is this what you want?” he whispered aggressively. She responded by moving her hips in time with his hands on her flesh, moaning. He found the edge of her panties and moved them to one side and then ran two fingers inside her hole while he rubbed her clit with his other hand. He played with her clit, circling it, rubbing it and making it more sensitive than ever before. Her breath quickened. She lifted one leg and rested it on top of his thigh, and then brought the other up over his shoulder, giving him better access to her dripping slit. She let out a gasp of delight when she felt his fingers sink deep inside her. She could feel herself getting close to an orgasm. Jesse kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her, faster and faster, occasionally stopping to rub the warm g-spot that made her hips vibrate in pleasure. Lydia pressed her pussy harder against his hand, trying to drive his fingers further inside. She cried out in pleasure when he added a third finger, pressing the limits of elasticity of her tight pussy.
She felt her muscles contract around his fingers more earnestly than ever and knew she was going to climax if he didn’t stop soon. Wanting him to delay, she stopped thrusting her hips and he removed his fingers, only to start kissing her thighs with a vigor that she had forgotten that he had, breathing in her sweet juices. He couldn’t help but give her vag one long lick, savoring the forgotten flavor. She gasped at the contact, her whole pussy still extremely sensitive to the touch, and she looked down at him, seeing his little smirk. He continued to kiss her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her clit until she could feel his steamy hot breath penetrating its surface.
“Hold on there junior” Lydia said in teasing voice. She had to remind herself that she was in charge here. Even though the anticipation of him going down on her had been nigh on impossible to get over, there was something else she wanted even more. “I need to make sure Elaina has been taking good care of you sweetie.” She loved bringing up that bitch, knowing that he was wincing inside every time he heard her name. She got up from the bed, still in her white lingerie and Jesse still in his clothes. She grasped the bottom hem of his shirt, slowly raised it over his head before tossing it to the floor beside them.
“Has Elaina given you any tips on how to take off a bra?” she laughed. “Or are you still an amateur?” Jesse, ignoring the verbal jab, stepped forward to reach behind her back, his large fingers searching for the tiny clasps that held back the unimpeded view of her perky breasts. After a flick of his wrist, the twin beauties came free, and the white lace fell forgotten to the floor. He cupped her breasts in both hands, giving them a firm squeeze. Her nipples were already erect, and he took a few moments to trace their shape with his massive thumbs, causing a shiver to run down her naked body. She noticed how his eyes, held open with lust, also showed a deep regret for what he knew was to come.
“At least she has done something positive for you.” She responded, noting with annoyance the speed of the task completed. “Enough wasted time, though.” She moved fast, tugging at his belt and pants buttons, a task that she had never had trouble with in their previous relationship. Using the waistline of his pants like reins to guide a horse, she forcibly guided him to the edge of the bed and kneeled down on the floor, bringing his trousers down with her. Jesse’s briefs revealed a much bigger bulge than the jeans did, leaving little to the imagination. Lydia whipped those off as well down to his ankles. His massive hammer of a cock sprang up against the elastic of the waistband to tap the bottom of her chin. She laughed and marveled at seeing his dick again, fully erect in her presence with no layers of clothing to keep her from feasting on its glory.
She wasted no more time in just looking at it. She had to have him in her mouth. She needed to taste him. She began by engulfing the large shaft down her throat as far as it would go, cutting off her airways. She stayed there, a little over half of his meat in her mouth for as long as she could hold her breath, allowing all her spit to slather it. This was Jesse’s favorite thing back in the day. Lydia had no gag reflex so she was a natural professional at deepthroat, rivaling all porn stars that Jesse may have seen perform the incredibly difficult activity. She pulled her head back, gulping in the air that she was deprived of. Jesse’s schlong was now very lubricated and very hard, standing up straighter than a tent pole. His face bore a look that showed he had forgotten what Lydia could do, the sensational acts that Elaina doubtfully possessed. She held the base of his shaft firm and began licking the head tenderly, reciprocating the treatment he had given her pussy. She started by using her hand on the base of his dick to move it in small circles on her tongue, focusing on his frenulum. Jesse rolled his head back in pleasure, his hands digging into the mattress to lift his hips up to meet her voracious lips. She let her tongue travel down his length to tend to his balls, careful to never let the shaft go unattended with her right hand. She found it extremely satisfying to suck in one of his testicles into his mouth, swirl it around in her mouth playfully, and watch his reaction to the feat of tongue gymnastics. She followed this up with a quick lick up the large cock and a plunge into the back of her throat. Jesse grabbed her by the back of the head with both hands, squeezing her hair into a tight fists and fucked her mouth hard and fast, Lydia reveling in every inch of his dick oscillating inside her. She let him control the movement her head, wrapping her arms behind her back to keep her hands out of the way, until he sank his meat deep in her mouth, on the edge of climax. She hastily reached up to grab the base of his penis, squeezed hard and pulled it out of her mouth, sucking in air between her teeth. She forcibly hit the head of his dick several time to suspend his dive into orgasm. She wasn’t finished with him yet and decided he needed a small break from her perfect lips.
“Mmmm….” She teased with him “Did you forget baby?” She spoke as if he was just a silly child that had played with the wrong toy. “You’ve never had it better have you? You forgot how fucking good my blowjobs are, huh?” She fake giggled, seeing that Jesse was still starry eyed from his experience. She was sure that he wouldn’t last much longer and so decided to give him access to her other lips. Jesse still had his pants and briefs around his ankles, resting on top of his shoes. Still kneeling down, she slowly stroked his shaft with one hand while using the other to take his shoes and socks off, readying him to fuck her brains out. She had waited long for this and wanted it to be perfect.
Lydia stood up, licking his cock on the way up and laughing at the jolt of movement from him, betraying just how sensitive his cock was from her oral treatment.
“Ready to fuck me, Jesse?” She asked the question bluntly, but also in a rhetorical voice. She wasn’t giving him a choice. She knew the answer was yes. She knew that he wanted it so badly, and at the same time felt terrible for wanting it. Jesse’s face lowered, realizing the same thing Lydia was thinking, surrendering to his fate. “Don’t feel bad.” she pined, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, her nude body pressed against his. “You were never going to make it with Elaina anyway. She was just…… not your type, honey. Now….” She laid back, pulling him down with her. “fuck me, or you know what.”
Jesse rolled himself on top of her, elbows on either side of her shoulders, muscular legs straddling her hourglass thighs. “You want me to fuck you?” his voice was dangerous, venomous. “I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!” His movements were fast again, pushing himself up to his knees and grappling her right leg out from underneath him, slamming it down on his shoulder. Lydia was instantly turned on, his anger the catalyst she needed to finally let him take control. She nearly had an orgasm right then and there, even before penetration. Jesse was hugging her leg securely to his powerful chest, all his muscles tense and ready for action. He slapped his dick on her exposed vagina several times, prepping her for his grand entrance, the echoes of their moist flesh filling the room with anticipation. He rubbed the head of his penis on her clit hard, his eyes locked with hers and his mouth open, breathing heavily. Lydia was panting fast and could hear her heart pounding in her ears, the sight of the lustful anger in his eyes a pleasure beyond belief.
Jesse slid his erect cock slowly down her gushed pussy lips and placed his head at her hole. He pushed his hips forward slowly, letting the walls of Lydia’s tight vaginal walls swallow his member inch by inch. He was still only two thirds of the way inside her when the head of his dick pressed against her cervix, causing Lydia to whimper in pleasure, having forgotten what it was like to have her entire vulva filled.
The door to the bedroom opened, revealing Elaina staring at the two of them with wide eyes, Jesse’s dick inside Lydia’s pussy.
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