Failure To Resist

Jenny was at home when her son, Jimmy, suddenly barged through the door.

"What's the matter, Jimmy? Why are you in such a rush?" Jenny asked with concern.

"Don't worry about it, Mom. It's not a big deal," Jimmy replied dismissively.

"Did that jerk bully at your school hit you again?" Jenny questioned, now noticing her son's badly bruised face and swollen black eye

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. It's my last year and he'll be graduating soon. He'll just go torment someone else at college if he gets in," Jimmy said with a smirk.

Jenny examined her son critically and couldn't believe what she was hearing. "That's bullshit! He beats you so bad and you think I'm not going to do something about it?" Jenny exclaimed, feeling her anger rise.

"But Dad already spoke with the principal about it last year and again at the beginning of this year," Jimmy explained

"Yes, and nothing happened. Apparently speaking with the principal is not enough, not nearly enough!" Jenny replied with frustration. She thought for a moment before declaring that she was going to go to the police and report the teen for assault.

"Mom, no! That will only make things worse. The police won't do anything. They'll just say the same thing the principal said - that I need to avoid him until he graduates in a couple months," Jimmy reasoned.

"That's not right! He can't just bully kids like this and walk away freely. There must be consequences!" Jenny burst out in frustration. "Well then, i'll just have to go talk to his parents directly. Where does he live?"

"That's going to be difficult because I hear he lives alone due to his parents always being out of town," Jimmy replied in defeat.

"Fine, then i'll just have to go talk to him myself. Let's see that asshole try to bully me, an adult woman," Jenny declared, determined to protect her son. "Where does he live?"

"Over on Tent Street, 4478," Jimmy answered.

Jenny quickly put on her coat and ran out the door, leaving a note for Jimmy's father to let him know where she was and that she would be back soon.

As Jenny pulled up to the bully's house, she suddenly realized what she was wearing. Her outfit was more appropriate for work than for confronting a bully: tight knee-length black skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and black heels. Her blouse was low-cut and slightly revealing, but not enough to raise any eyebrows at her professional workplace. She wished she had changed before rushing over in such an amped-up state. But as she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, she couldn't help but think that she still looked pretty damn hot with her long black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and perfect makeup accentuating her fit body and youthful appearance.

Pushing aside any insecurities about her outfit, Jenny confidently approached the bully's house and rang the bell. When there was no answer after a few seconds, she rang it again and knocked harder on the door. After about 15 seconds, a tall dark-haired man answered the door. Jenny was taken aback - she had been expecting a teenage boy, not a grown man. However, it was clear that this person standing in front of her was indeed the bully she had come to confront. He had a toned build, standing at 6 feet tall and looking sweaty from a recent workout.

Jenny stood there studying this boy/man with a confused expression on her face. The aggressive tone and raised voice of the bully snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Um...excuse me," Jenny said, trying to remain calm and assertive despite feeling intimidated by his size and demeanor.

"What do you want, lady?" the bully replied with hostility towards the sexy and fit 5'4'' woman standing at his doorstep.

Jenny cleared her throat, suddenly feeling a rush of defiance mixed with vulnerability as she looked up at him. "I need to talk to you. About Jimmy."

The bully's expression morphed from aggression to a cocky smirk, as if he relished this unexpected confrontation. "Oh, so you're mom? What's it going to be? You gonna tell me to stop or something?" He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, as if he were welcoming her disdain.

"Yes," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the flicker of fear dancing in her stomach. "I am here to tell you that what you're doing to my son is unacceptable. You can't keep pushing him around like this."

The bully chuckled, revealing a careless bravado that made Jenny's blood boil. "And what are you going to do about it? Are you going to scold me and threaten me? Like that's going to make a difference." He took a step back and to the side waving jenny inside." have a seat in the other room we can discuss jimmy's future" the bully said with a sideways grin.

Jenny angry, blood boiling. Stepped inside and found a nice clean home well decorated and took a seat on a white elegant looking couch in the room just off the main entry hallway.

The bully stepped inside just behind her and the stood only a foot from were she sat. Looming over her.

"So, you want me to stop picking on Jimmy?" the bully said in a monotone voice.

"Yes, obviously," Jenny replied through gritted teeth. "You need to stop bullying my son or-"

"Or what? You'll do what exactly, Jenny?" the bully interrupted with ferocious aggression.

Stumbling over her thoughts for a moment, Jenny finally blurted out, "i'll report you to the police! I'll tell them everything you've been doing to my son and you'll surely go to jail."

The bully just laughed in response. "You actually believe that? Lady, i'll get a slap on the wrist at best. Plus, my uncle is a deputy at the station so nothing much will come of it except me beating the hell out of Jimmy for bothering me."

Jenny sat there in disbelief at the bully's arrogance and confidence. She couldn't believe the tone he was using with her, a grown woman. "Why are you here instead of Jimmy's father? Shouldn't a man be handling this? Oh wait, Jimmy's father probably isn't much of a man either, just like little Jimmy," the bully sneered with a dominating demeanor.

Jenny's heart raced, but she fought to steady her breath. His taunts cut deeper than the bruises on her son's skin. Anger surged through her like electricity, igniting boldness she didn't know she possessed. "You're only a bully pretending to be tough. Real tough guys don't resort to violence because they think it makes them strong."

The bully chuckled softly, leaning in closer, his scent filling her senses as he invaded her personal space. "And what do you know about strength, lady? You come here all dressed up, thinking you can scare me or negotiate with me. That's cute." He paused, looking over her from head to toe, stripping away any pretense of respect. "You might want to reconsider how you approach a real man next time."

"the way you are dressed makes me think you were coming here for a date" no maybe just a fuck" the last words said with harsh intent and repeating in jenny's head as she realized she was becoming aroused by this punk bully's Arrogant confidence and he smelled so good. Jenny shook with fury that her mind was even thinking such thoughts about this punk. She's a happily married and satisfied woman what the fuck was going on in her mind.

And just like that, the air in the room shifted. Jenny felt her cheeks flush, not from shame but from an unwelcome thrill that coursed through her. She fought against it, tightening her fists as she focused on his words, on his intent. "This isn't a game," she snapped, but there was a tremor in her voice that betrayed her confusion.

The bully took a step closer, leaning down slightly so their gazes locked. "Then tell me, what are you willing to do to protect little Jimmy?" His smirk widened, his cocky demeanor unwavering, daring her to back down.

"What do you mean?" she said, trying to reestablish control over the conversation despite her unpredictable emotions.

"Let's be honest. You came here to negotiate, didn't you? But you know i'll still get what I want. Do you really think you can threaten me with police reports and parental authority? How cute." He moved even closer until their bodies were almost touching. He spoke softly in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Maybe deep down, you wanted to help Jimmy in the only way you could," he said, running a finger up her thigh and lightly grazing over her buttocks.

Jenny recoiled at his touch, the heat of his fingers igniting an inner conflict she thought unimaginable. "How dare you!" she exclaimed, heart pounding in anger and confusion. The man's audacity was infuriating, yet a strange thrill coursed through her veins, battling against the righteous fury that bubbled within.

"Come on," he taunted, his voice low and teasing. "You didn't wear that outfit just to come here and play hero. It's not my fault your son is weak. Maybe if you were a better mom--"

The slap echoed through the room before she even registered her own hand moving. His smirk faltered only for a moment before a dangerous glint returned to his eyes. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to him maybe I should bully you, do you want me to spank that tight ass of yours" the bully said as he kissed her cheek.

Jenny's heart raced, caught between anger and an odd exhilaration. She yanked herself free from his grip, standing up abruptly, the couch shifting beneath her. "Don't you dare touch me!" she hissed, desperately trying to reclaim the power she had just lost.

The bully laughed, a low rumbling sound that filled the room with menace. "You think shouting will scare me off? Deep down, you know I have all the cards." He stepped forward again, this time closing the distance completely, forcing her to look up into his eyes--gray like storm clouds, roiling with mischief and malice.

"I came here for my son," she said firmly, her voice steadier than she felt. "This isn't about me."

"Sure it is," he countered, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "If you want me to leave Jimmy alone, you have to show me what you're willing to give. This game doesn't work unless you play ball"

Jenny stood there, her mind racing as she realized that this encounter was nothing like she had imagined. She felt a rush of arousal wash over her and hated herself for it. Her eyes landed on the bully, who stood tall, handsome, and muscular just within arm's reach. Suddenly, she noticed a bulge in his pants and couldn't believe it. Before she could fully process her thoughts, the bully closed the distance between them and spoke again. "Is this what you want? I can see it on your pretty face. Just say it; tell me what you want." Jenny's mind was a blur of conflicting emotions - anger, disgust, and an unfamiliar heat that both terrified and excited her. "You're disgusting," she managed to spit out, her voice filled with defiance.

"Disgusting?" he replied with mock incredulity, stepping back just enough to put on an exaggerated show of offense. "I'm just offering you a way out for Jimmy. Have you thought about how far you're willing to go? Because I'm telling you right now, this is your only shot."

She took a heavy breath, desperately trying to recall the dignity she felt slipping away. "What you're asking--what you're suggesting--it's wrong," she said, frantically searching for the strength to oppose him. Yet his gaze held her captive, filled with an unsettling mix of power and promise.

"You'll have the time of your life with me, and no one else will ever know," Jimmy whispered to Jenny, leaving her alone with his words. She finally understood that he wanted to have sex with her. Shocked and disgusted by this bully's intentions, Jenny replied with a mixture of arousal, fear, and hatred. "You think I'm going to sleep with you?" And that you can satisfy me?" she yelled back at him. The bully grinned cockily, leaning back on the couch and stretching his body while rubbing his hand against the bulge in his sweatpants. "No, baby. Not making love - fucking. And I guarantee i'll satisfy you better than anyone ever has. You'll be begging for me."

Jenny was torn between anger and desire, unable to fight the temptation as she stared at the huge bulge in the bully's pants - at least 12 inches long. Why couldn't her husband be hung like that? She thought. Although her marriage and love life were great and satisfying, she couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be fucked by such a massive dick. But wait, what was she thinking? Was she actually considering cheating on her husband with her son's bully? He would probably still beat up Jimmy after too. Before Jenny could make a decision, the bully closed the distance between them and forcefully kissed her, gripping her ass tightly and pressing his hard-on against her body. She gasped in shock and confusion as a storm of emotions raged inside her, torn between fleeing and giving into this forbidden desire. As much as she pushed against him, the strength of his hold only fueled her curiosity even more."

"Don't act like you don't want this," he said, pulling away just enough to study her expression. "I can see it in your eyes." His voice was smooth, practically dripping with confidence as if he had already won this twisted game.

"You're crazy," she breathed, trying to gather her wits while feeling utterly unhinged by the palpable tension between them. The taste of his lips lingered on hers like a forbidden fruit--a temptation so sweet yet so dangerous. "You think I'm going to give in to some twisted fantasy?"

He chuckled darkly, that audacious smirk curling at his lips. " I think you want me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before" I saw you staring at my bulge. You want to see it"

Jenny's heart thundered in her chest, a visceral rush of fear and desire crashing against one another. "You're delusional," she managed, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her resolve.

"Am I?" he asked, his eyebrows arching playfully. "You're here, aren't you? You can pretend to be the good mom all you want, but this... This is nothing but a game of wills. And right now, I'm winning." He stepped closer again, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that threatened to boil over.

She should have walked out--no, she needed to walk out. Yet something kept her rooted in place, clashing with the rational part of her brain that recognized the danger in what was happening. His presence filled the space, corrupting it with a tension that hummed beneath her skin.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want this," he challenged, his voice dropping to a hush"

He moved in closer again pressing his bulging unit into her body.

Jenny's breath hitched, caught in the throes of an internal war she never imagined she would be fighting. She met his gaze, defiance battling against a creeping thrill that ignited the air between them. Moments stretched, each second a taut wire threatening to snap.

"Get away from me," she whispered, but her voice faltered, almost pleading. The truth was a dangerous ember deep inside her mind--a whisper that danced just beyond her reach.

"Not until you admit it," he pressed, his face mere inches from hers, the heat radiating off him palpable. "You want me. Your body is screaming for this--just give in."

She willed herself to think of her husband, of the life they had built together and the sanctity of their vows. Yet as he ground against her, desire pooled like molten lava in her veins, pushing logic aside with every pulse of adrenaline.

"its not even real you probably stuffed it after I came inside so you could play this stupid game," jenny said with all the will power she had and thinking that massive thing could not be his real dick.

Hahaha laughing the bully said " challenge excepted sweetheart and pulled his sweat pants down freeing his hard dick that must have been 13 or 14 inches long and 4 to to 6 inches thick. Jenny looked at it with amazement jenny said with out even realizing it " o my god its massive.

The bully smirked his cocky smirk and stepped into jenny pinning he to the wall. Now tell me do you think i cant fuck you better then husband.

As he said fuck he ground his massive hard on into her pussy.

Jenny gasped, her eyes transfixed on the towering erection before her. Her breath caught in her throat, a rush of heat flooding between her thighs so intense she thought she might combust on the spot. It was true--he wasn't lying. His penis was a monster, his girth and length a testament to the bravado he exuded.

"Oh my god," she breathed, her words catching in her throat as he pressed against her, surrounding her with his musky scent. She could smell him now--a heady mix of sweat and lust that made her knees weak.

"You want it now, don't you?" he purred in her ear, sensing the shift in her resolve. "You want to feel this inside you." His hips ground against hers, every hard inch of him pressing into her through their clothes, an unspoken dare that sent shivers down her spine.

"No," she moaned, but even to her own ears, it sounded like a whimper rather than a denial.

The bully reached out and ran his hand up Jenny's skirt, lifting it to reveal her panties. He rubbed her through the fabric, causing a mix of anger and arousal within her. She couldn't believe she was reacting this way, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt at his touch. Her body squirmed as she lost control of the situation. The bully looked into her eyes with a knowing smile and said, "You're wet for me, aren't you? I knew you wanted this. Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Jenny's world spun as she felt his fingers delve beneath her panties, his calloused digits dancing over her slick folds. Moisture pooled between her thighs, the evidence of her arousal betraying her in ways she never thought possible. Her body trembled, a low moan escaping her lips despite her best efforts to remain strong.

"No," she whimpered again, though it was weak--a feeble attempt to cling to the remnants of her crumbling morals. "I... I can't."

He chuckled, his breath ghosting across her ear as he continued his ministrations. "Oh, but you can," he whispered, pressing his erection more firmly against her core. "Say it. Tell me you want this."

The room spun around her as the orders echoed in her mind, each touch of his fingers against her swollen clit sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her defenses crumbled like sand under his relentless touches and filthy whispers in her ear.

Jenny let out a shuddering gasp as she felt the bully's rough hands grab her, pulling her onto the couch with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. She whimpered as he ripped off her blouse, revealing her ample breasts that were barely contained by a lacy white bra. With a swift tug, he tore off her skirt and panties, leaving her in just her black thigh-high stockings. Jenny's body trembled, both from fear and anticipation, as the bully positioned himself between her legs. Without warning, he thrust his massive member inside her, causing Jenny to scream in pleasure and pain. She moaned loudly as she felt him fill every inch of her with his thick shaft, writhing beneath him as he pounded into her with increasing speed and force. "Oh my god," she cried out, unable to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "Your dick...it feels so good...

Jenny's body was tangled in the sheets as she writhed under her son's bully. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he thrust into her with a force that made her cry out. She moaned and screamed, losing herself in the intense pleasure as he pounded into her. Her screams echoed through the room, but she didn't care who heard. All that mattered was this overwhelming sensation taking over her body. She felt herself building to a climax, and when it finally hit, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh god, yes!" she screamed as she came hard, her whole body shaking with ecstasy.