She had handled it well, all things considered, and he could tell that she was starting to enjoy it at the end. Hell, he made her come twice, and she had swallowed every drop of his seed. He especially liked that part, watching her suck hungrily on his cock until he shot his load down her throat. One thing was for sure, he would be fucking her every chance he got, and he was convinced that sooner or later she would start to want it herself.
For a week or so, he had tried to see her, but she refused, until it seemed she had forgotten all about it. Finally, she agreed to let him pick her up from her university, and take her out to dinner. When he drove up to the front of her university, he was a bit nervous about how she would react, but when he got there, she jumped into the car, and they were off. "I forgive you for what you did to me," she said, "Just don't do it again ok, promise me." He nodded in agreement, and that was that. They were back on good terms.
After dinner, he suggested that they head back to his place, just to show her he could control himself, and she agreed. At first, he was a real gentleman, however, once again, as soon as they were inside, he was stripping her clothes off. "Stop!" she cried, but he wasn't listening, and she knew it was going to happen again.
"I thought you said you wouldn't do this!" she screamed.
"Yeah right," he said sarcastically. "You know you want it just as bad as me." I
"I do not!" she screamed, "Take me home now!"
"Okay, okay, I'll take you home, but please, can you just suck it, make me cum? I'm not taking you home until you do."
She could see he was serious. It was either do it or face the consequences, and she couldn't take that. Reluctantly, reached out, took hold of his cock, and started licking the head. As she took him into her mouth, he grasped the back of her head, and started pushing his cock down her throat. There she was, sucking his cock on the kitchen floor, and to her disbelief, she could feel herself start to get wet.
After he had fucked her mouth for a while, he pulled it out of her mouth and said, "Time to check your pussy. If you're not wet, I'll let you go home, because I'll know you don't really want it." She could feel the dampness in her panties, and as soon as he felt her, she could feel pussy get hot and wet.
"I knew it!" he said, "You want me inside you."
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do, can't you see?"
With that he took her by the hand, and led her into the bedroom. Fighting, she tried to escape, but he was too strong, and soon he was on top of her in bed. Stripping her, he laid her out on the bed, and in an instant he was pulling her panties off and licking her wetness.
"I want to taste you again" he said, flicking his tongue over her clit. After a while, he swiveled around into the 69 position, and she took him back into her mouth, sucking him, while moaning as he went down on her. After a while, he positioned himself between her legs, and she could feel his hardness poking at her pussy. As she felt his cock slide slowly into her, she burst into orgasm, and he knew she was now his to play with.
Pinning her legs back, he pounded into her again and again, fucking her hard, and then pulled out. Flipping her over, he moved her to the edge of the bed, and stood behind her, caressing her ass, before shoving his cock back up her pussy. He could tell she was enjoying herself, as she came at least twice more. Fucking her harder than ever, he could feel his balls slapping up against her pussy with every stroke, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Flipping her around, he pushed her to her knees, and came all over her face.
"Lick it clean," he ordered, and she took him into her mouth again, licking up every drop of his come, crying, knowing she had done it again.
After, he was very consoling, and it was then that she decided that if she loved him, she would have to live with this treatment. Confused and betrayed, she didn't know who to blame, her boyfriend or herself. It was true that he had betrayed her again, but it was also true that she had enjoyed it.
Drying the tears from her eyes, her boyfriend helped her to the bathroom, where he helped her clean up, lathering up her body and rinsing her clean of what they had just happened. When she felt better he agreed to take her home, and after a fifteen minute drive, they were pulling into her driveway. The house looked strangely deserted, and she noticed a note on the door. "What does it say?" her boyfriend asked, pulling it off the door. Reading it, a smile began to grow on his face, and he handed it to her.
Your mother and I went to a church retreat, and won't be back until late tomorrow evening. There is some food in the fridge. See you then.
Love, Dad